Date: Thu, 9 Aug 2018 10:05:26 -0400 From: David Greg Denton Subject: Grandpa Comes for a Visit - Part 1 *Grandpa Comes for a Visit - Part 1 * Gay, incest, father, son, grandfather This is a story about consensual sex between a young man, his dad and his grandfather. The story is fictional. All legal disclaimers apply. If this topic offends you, do not read any further. If you are under the age of 18 (21 in some areas) and too young to be reading such material or if you are in a locale or country where it is not legal to read such material, then please leave immediately and come back when it is legal for you to do so. We'll be glad to have you back. If you meet the criteria then read on, enjoy, and kindly let me know what you think. On the sites that provide for you to rate the stories or leave comments, I value your thoughts and opinions. If you enjoy reading stories on Nifty, then don't forget to donate! It's easy, just follow the link below. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html * * * * (A continuation of the story that began in "Pajama Night with Dad" and continued in "Road Trip with Dad") My Dad and I had been home about a month from our road trip to Uncle Rory's house in Colorado, when a package from him arrived addressed to both of us. I opened it since my name was on it too and saw a DVD inside. It was homemade and said simply, "Enjoy," so I popped it in the DVD player and hit play. The first thing I saw was Uncle Rory giving me a blowjob by the pool. I got hard instantly remembering that hot scene as it played out for me once more on the TV in front of me. After I had come, we had switched places and I had gone down on his enormous cock. He had come and then the next scene was him entering my dad. I took my dick out of my shorts and started beating off to Uncle Rory pounding my dad's ass as they talked dirty to each other. Dad came, then Uncle Rory pulled out and shot his load all over my dad. Uncle Rory told Dad that they weren't alone and that's when I entered the picture. Dad took my dick, licked the knob and then my hand clean (I had just come while watching them from the doorway). Of course, the next scene was all three of us in the shower as I fucked Uncle Rory, but the last one surprised me most of all. It was Dad fucking me against the shower wall. I had never imagined it could be so exciting watching your own face as you get fucked. I shot my load as I watched myself come as Dad came inside me. It was fucking intense and I wanted nothing more than to watch it again and again when I heard Dad yell from the garage, "I'm home!" "Aw fuck," I muttered to myself as I hit "stop" on the DVD player. Then I heard him putting grocery bags down on the kitchen counter, so I knew I had a few minutes before he came in. I quickly cleaned myself up with some tissues from the end table, so when he walked through the doorway from the kitchen, it looked like I had just been watching TV. I don't know why I felt so guilty about watching us having sex, but I did. He asked, "How was your day, son?" I replied, "Oh, the same ole same ole, Dad. I laid out for awhile then came inside." "Did you manage to get some of your chores done today?" He asked. I rolled my eyes and answered, "Of course... I took out the trash, watered the plants, cleaned my room... and yes, I vacuumed in there too..." "Good... and don't roll your eyes at me. You know how I hate that." Then he came over and kissed me on the mouth to say "hello" and to show me that he wasn't mad at me. "Okay," I said just like I always did after getting caught rolling my eyes. At least he hadn't caught me beating off to a homemade DVD of us fucking. That would have been extremely awkward. Dad knew I beat off, he just preferred I not do it in the living room and especially not on the sofa. "I'm going to get out of these clothes and... why exactly are you wearing shorts inside the house?" He asked. "I just came back from getting the mail, that's why." *Good save,* I thought. It was the truth, but I usually stripped as soon as the front door closed. "Anything good?" He asked as he walked toward his bedroom. "Just the same ole same ole," I replied. I didn't know when or if I was going to let Dad know that I had not only watched the DVD Uncle Rory had sent but had just wanked to it! I was about to take off my shorts when Dad came back into the room looking as if he'd seen a ghost. "I just got off the phone with your grandpa. He's coming for a visit." "Oh yeah?" I replied then asked, "When?" "He'll be here in about twenty minutes. Make sure you hide all the porn that's in your room then make sure you get all the porn from the rest of the house that you think I don't know about and hide that in your room too. I'll make up the guest bedroom and put towels in the guest bath." With that said, we split up. I did as I was told while he did what he said he was going to do. We met back in the living room just as the front doorbell rang. Luckily, I'd had time to put on a shirt while I was "cleaning up." Dad opened the door and there was my grandpa, shades, ponytail, braided beard, hippy clothes and all. "Dad!" My dad said a little too loudly. "You're here. Welcome." They hugged and then it was my turn. Grandpa took me in his arms and squeezed me tight. I greeted him saying, "Hey Grandpa! Good to see you again." "Sorry about the short notice, guys, but..." "Dad, twenty minutes is practically no notice at all." Grandpa ignored Dad's comment and directed his question to me, "Could you show me where I'll be bunking while I'm here, Eddie? I may want to lie down before dinner." Then he spoke to Dad, "If that's okay with you, son?" "Of course, it is, Dad. Eddie, would you please show your grandfather to the guest room?" I took Grandpa's bag, which in all honesty wasn't big and didn't weigh much, so I wasn't sure how long he planned to stay but it couldn't have been for long. It was a short walk to the guest room which had been my sister's old room. "Here you are Grandpa. The bed has clean sheets and there are fresh towels in the bathroom across the hall. Need anything else?" I asked as I sat his duffel on the bed. "Yeah, you could stay and talk to me while I unpack. Have a seat." I sat down on the bed and watched while he filled the top drawer of the dresser with everything that he'd brought, then threw the bag on the floor. He sat down next to me and I asked, "What did you want to talk about, Grandpa?" "Well, I was visiting with your sister this week and I heard some things that didn't sit well with me. I was hoping you could shed some light on them for me." "What do you want to know?" I asked. He looked at me and said, "You know your sister has an interesting perspective on the divorce..." I interrupted, asking, "Wouldn't it be better if you asked Dad about the divorce, Grandpa?" "No, I want to know why you two don't see her. I know your Dad doesn't see his ex-wife, your mother, but why don't either of you see Susie?" "I can't answer for Dad, but I know she blames him for the divorce and I don't think that's fair. Mom left him, not the other way around. Susie chose to leave with her. That's all on her." "I see now that you two really do have very different takes on what happened and who was at fault. Let's leave that out of it for now. Why don't you see, Susie, then?" "Because she made her choice... and we were never that close anyway." "You're family, Eddie. You don't get any closer and you don't get another." "It's not like she's made any attempt to call or come to see me either, Grandpa." "Yeah, I know that. I asked her about it. She says you made your decision by staying with your dad. So, you see we have reached an impasse. I guess there's not a chance of convincing you to see her is there?" I shook my head. I hated being childish about it, but I was still technically a child, so there it was. "Okay then. I had to try at least, didn't I?" "I guess so." I could tell the outcome of our conversation wasn't what he'd been hoping for, but there wasn't much I could do about it. "Let's go find your dad, shall we?" I nodded and got up. We found Dad on the patio, relaxing with a glass of wine before dinner. He didn't usually drink, even wine, so I knew he was stressed out by Grandpa's surprise visit. We joined him. There was already an extra chaise set out. Dad must have thought Grandpa might join us out there at some point during his visit. Without opening his eyes, Dad asked, "So, did you get any information out of my son, Dad?" "As a matter of fact, I did, son. Not exactly what I wanted to hear but... informative nonetheless." I looked at Dad to see his reaction and he smiled! *This is going to be one rough visit*, I thought. Dinner went slightly better. Conversation was all about Grandpa's latest adventure in India. He had been staying at an ashram. Did I mention that he was a hippy? Anyway, he was there studying under a yogi whose name I couldn't pronounce much less spell. After dinner, he stripped down to his traditional Indian underwear, which he called a langot, and showed us some of the complicated yoga poses he'd learned while there. I took my time checking out my grandpa as he moved from one position to another, effortlessly. He was probably a little shorter than Uncle Rory, but he was tan and fit in his own way, not overly-muscular, but well-developed. The hair on his chest was more salt than pepper and I thought it looked really sexy against his brown skin, but sexy in a different way from my dad and Uncle Rory. The langot looked kind of cool to me and I was both surprised and happy when he presented me with my very own after the demonstration. Without waiting for permission, I took off my tee shirt and shucked my shorts, then started trying to wrap the thing around me while looking at my grandpa's, but I wasn't having any success. Grandpa offered to show me, and I quickly accepted. It only took him a few minutes to show me how it worked and then I was sporting my own sexy langot! "Thanks, Grandpa, I love it!" I turned to show Dad and finally noticed that he didn't look happy, at all. I didn't know what to do so I looked back at Grandpa. He helped me out by saying, "I'm glad you like it, Eddie. It looks good on you." I looked to Dad once more and his face had softened, only slightly though. I took that as a good sign, so I gave my grandpa a hug. When he let go, he announced, "I have one for you too, son, if you want it," as he looked over my shoulder at Dad. Without waiting for an answer, he went to his room and came back with another one. He held it out as I looked on, not knowing whether Dad would accept it. Finally, he reached out and took it. Grandpa and I smiled. "Do you want to try it on now, son?" "Maybe later, Dad," he answered. I took that as yet another good sign. We were sitting on the couch talking when Dad decided to head off to bed early. He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, then did the same to his dad. I stayed up talking to Grandpa. I wanted to know all about how Dad and Uncle Rory had grown up. He told me how attached they were to each other despite their being so close in age. I asked about Grandma too. He told me that she was the love of his life and had died too soon. That's when he had decided to live life to the fullest and once his boys were grown, he took off to see the world. He'd been traveling ever since, calling no one place home. I yawned at one point and apologized saying, "It's not your stories, Grandpa, trust me. I'm just tired." "Then you'd better get some rest. I'm going to stay up and watch a little TV. I don't get to see it very often and I'd like to know what's new. I'll see you in the morning." "Night, Grandpa," I said as I leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek. (to be continued)