Date: Fri, 10 Aug 2018 11:47:20 -0400 From: David Greg Denton Subject: Grandpa Comes for a Visit - Part 2 *Grandpa Comes for a Visit - Part 2 * If you enjoy reading stories on Nifty, then don't forget to donate! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html * * * * In the morning, I got up and went to the kitchen to find both Dad and Grandpa already there. Dad was dressed, ready for work, and Grandpa was dressed in what looked like comfortable pajama-type clothing. I was sporting a tee shirt and shorts, feeling sexy in my new langot underneath. "Morning, Eddie." "Morning, Dad," I echoed as I gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Morning, Grandpa. How'd you sleep?" I asked as I kissed him as well. "Just fine, my boy. Thanks for asking," he answered as he sipped what looked like tea. "I brought some tea back with me from India if you'd like some." I looked at it and decided to give it a try, so I nodded. He got up and made me a cup. "Your Dad still prefers his coffee, I see." I laughed at that because Dad was kind of addicted to the stuff. "So, what are you two going to do today?" Dad asked as he sipped his strong brew. I looked at Grandpa and he answered for us, "I plan on doing my yoga this morning and I thought Eddie might like to join me... learn a few positions." He looked at me to see if I was amenable to the idea. I smiled and nodded, saying, "That sounds cool, Grandpa. I've never done yoga before, though. Is it hard?" He smiled and said, "Not hard if you're flexible... just takes patience and a little practice. I'm sure you'll pick it up in no time at all." "Good," Dad answered. "Well, I'm off to work. Bye, son, Dad." He kissed us both then left. "So, what do you want for breakfast, Grandpa?" I asked as I got up from my stool at the bar and opened the fridge. "Do you have a blender, Eddie?" "Yeah, of course." I got it out of the cabinet and placed it on the counter, plugging it in. He got up and started grabbing things from the fridge and the cabinets. I had no idea what he was making, but it looked entirely too healthy for my taste. The last thing he added was a banana then placed the lid in top and hit the button. When it stopped, it looked kind of greenish brown and not appetizing at all. He pulled out two glasses and poured some in each, then handed one to me, while he drank the other. I really didn't want to drink it, but I also didn't want to disrespect my grandfather either, so I tried it. You know the weirdest thing was that it actually tasted good! "So, what do you think?" "It isn't bad," I replied, for some reason not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing that I actually liked it. "I'll take that. Now finish it and I'll show you some yoga positions." I gulped down the rest of mine, then took his glass and mine and put them in the sink, poured what was left from the blender into another glass and put it in the fridge for later, leaving the blender to soak in the sink as well. When I joined Grandpa in the living room, he was standing there in nothing but his langot. I couldn't help but think what a sexy man he was. I stripped down to mine and he smiled. He'd moved the coffee table to give us room, then said, "The first pose I'm going to show you is called Warrior I." He showed me how to do it, then I did my best to imitate him. "Good," he commented as he adjusted my leg and arms slightly. "Hold each position until I show you the next one." He went back into his and I held mine until he said, "Now Warrior II." I stood and watched as he got into that position. I imitated him, and he made minor adjustments to my position again. I held the pose until he said, "Warrior III." He showed me, and I got into it. It seemed to be getting easier as I watched, imitated him once more, and held it. "Now Reverse Warrior." I think I spoke too soon, because that one was a little tougher, but I managed. We held that one until he said, "Downward Facing Dog." I watched him then did it as he came over and helped me again. He stood behind me, pulling up on my hips, saying, "So, I was watching TV last night when I noticed the DVD player had been left on. I decided to see what was on that DVD and imagine my surprise at what I saw." "Uh," was all I could manage as he pulled my ass up against his crotch, so that I could feel his hard cock in my ass crack through his langot. I was hard too as his hands moved around to my crotch, then he began rubbing my cock through the flimsy fabric encasing my own hardon. "I've been aware of my sons' activities since they were kids, but I never got involved. Perhaps I should have." He was still grinding me from behind as well as rubbing the front and I thought I might just blow. "What do you think, Eddie? Should I see what two men can do together... sexually?" "Fuck yeah!" I exclaimed and stood up. Grandpa took the opportunity to undo my langot. My dick was now free for him to handle, and he sure knew how to handle a stiff prick. He made a tight ring around the base with his finger and thumb as he stroked the head with his other hand. I leaned back into him as he continued to grind his cock into my ass. I wanted more than to be jacked off though. I wanted to see my grandpa's cock, feel it, taste it too. I turned around and undid his langot, revealing the prize I'd been hoping for. While Dad's cock was long and thick, and Uncle Rory's was longer and thicker than Dad's, Grandpa's cock was the longest and thickest of them all. "Damn, Grandpa!" I took it in my hands and couldn't believe how much was left over. "You like it?" "Hell, yeah!" I told him, emphatically. "Do you think you can take me, boy?" "I'd sure like to try, Grandpa. Let's go to my room and see if I can." He let me lead him by the dick all the way to my room where I sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling him to me, opening as wide as I could as I took the large head and part of the shaft in my mouth. "Damn, boy, it's been a long time since I had a blowjob," he announced as I looked up to see him, his eyes closed, a look of sheer pleasure on his face. But I wasn't satisfied with that much, I wanted more, so I kept trying until I had as much of it as I was going to get, about half of its total length, but Grandpa didn't seem to mind. "That feels so good, boy. You sure can suck cock!" All I could do was hum, "Mmmm," as I gave him all my best moves. "Oh, yeah, boy... suck my cock!" He yelled. I could feel his balls tighten and I knew he was getting close, but I didn't want him to come in my mouth. I wanted to take him up the butt, so I pulled off, saying, "I want you to fuck me, Grandpa." "You sure you can take it, boy?" "You saw the DVD, Grandpa... I'm a man. I can take it." That brought a smile to his face. "Well, Eddie, then that's what I want too," he said as he leaned down and kissed me. But this was no ordinary grandfatherly kiss. This was full of passion and I couldn't have been more thrilled with having his tongue in my mouth, but I still wanted him inside me, so, reluctantly I pulled away long enough to grab the lube from my bedside table, then laid down, pulling him down on top of me. I put my legs on his shoulders, then handed him the bottle of lube and waited. "Eager... I like that." He immediately started opening me up. He inserted one, then two, then three and finally all four of his large digits into my hungry hole. That's when he knew I was ready. "Give it to me, Grandpa," I pleaded. He smiled and placed the enormous head at my open blossom and pushed. He'd done such a good job opening me up, that I didn't feel any pain, only pure, unadulterated pleasure. He continued to push until I felt his wiry pubes against my ball sack. "Oh, yeah!" I exclaimed. "Now, fuck me Grandpa... fuck me good." "Damn, Eddie, this is the tightest hole I've ever been in!" He looked like he was in ecstasy, just like me. "Now, I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you'll never want another cock up your ass. You hear me?!" "Yes, Grandpa, YES!" I screamed as he withdrew and plunged back in. "Ungh! Yeah, Grandpa, fuck me harder!" And he did, over and over, harder and harder, he withdrew and plunged back in. Then he did something I'll never forget. He bent over and took the head of my hard cock in his mouth and started sucking on it. Well, that was more than I could take. "I'm gonna come, Grandpa!" I tried to warn him, but he just kept sucking. I felt my juices rise and before I could stop it, I blew my load in my grandpa's mouth and down his throat. "Aww fucckkk!" I screamed as he kept up with my orgasm and swallowed every drop. That's when I felt the first blast of his hot cum as he unloaded inside my tight butthole. He sucked and pumped until finally, he stopped both. Then he let my cock fall from his mouth and sat back up, his monster cock still inside me. Slowly, he pulled out then went to the bathroom and came back with both wet and dry towels to clean us up. When he was finished, he laid down next to me, taking me in his tanned, hairy arms. As we lay there basking in the afterglow, he spoke for the first time since our earth-shattering orgasms, "You know, Eddie, I had never considered myself even the least bit bisexual until I saw that DVD. Now I have to admit that having sex with a man, you, was pretty damned hot." "Gee, Grandpa, thanks for the compliment. You're pretty damned hot yourself," I assured him as I leaned in for another kiss. "Thanks, buddy. I know that your Uncle Rory is pansexual, a thing we'd never even heard of in my day, and your dad is bisexual, but if you don't mind my asking, what does that make you?" "I'm 100% gay, Grandpa. What can I say? I love dick." Then, "Are you okay with that?" I asked nervously. He lifted himself up, so that he could look at me directly and answered, "Eddie... I have always been proud of my sons and you and your sister. Nothing you could say or do would make me otherwise. I love you, boy. I always have and always will." He hugged me tightly, kissing me on the mouth. I kissed him back and said, "Thanks, Grandpa, that means a lot to me." "So, I think this goes without saying... but that was a fuck for the ages, boy. I guess I needed that." "Well, Grandpa, I have to say you sure know how to fuck! I can't believe you sucked my cock, though. Was it your first time?" "Was it that bad?" He asked in return. "No, no, no, you were great!" I almost yelled as I sat up. "I just asked because you said you weren't bisexual until today, that's all." "Oh, okay, then thanks for the compliment. I'll need more practice though, I think. Know of anyone I could practice with?" I chuckled and laid back down. He engulfed me in those loving arms once more and I melted. I didn't know how long he was going to stay, but I secretly hoped it would be forever. I fell asleep in those arms and when I awoke, he was still there, cradling me in them. "I'm sorry, Grandpa, I guess I was tried... for some reason." He chuckled and replied, "I wonder why. That was quite an ass-pounding you took, young man." "It sure was... and thanks again for that." "My pleasure... now what do you say we get out of this bed?" He asked just as my stomach grumbled. "You wouldn't be hungry by any chance, would you?" I just laughed as my answer. We got out of bed and went to the kitchen, where I made us some lunch. Afterwards, we lounged outside on the back patio, catching some sun. By the time Dad got home from work, we were back inside, sitting naked on the couch, watching TV. "You two look comfortable. Glad to see you're sitting on towels, thank you for that." "Why don't you join us, son?" Grandpa asked. "I think I'll get changed first," he answered then headed to his room. When he came back a few minutes later, he was wearing a tee shirt and shorts. I rolled my eyes, visibly disappointed. "Son, may I ask you a question?" "Sure Dad," he replied as he went into the kitchen to get dinner started. Grandpa got up and followed him while I listened, pretending not to. "When did you get so uptight?" "What?! Why would say that?" He asked indignantly. "Because I raised my boys to be nudists and Eddie tells me that only recently have the two of you been practicing that. Are you ashamed of the way you were brought up, son?" I thought about what else we'd been practicing in the nude, but didn't dare interject that into the conversation, so I remained silent. I got up and stood in the doorway ready to enter the conversation when appropriate. "Of course not, Dad. It's just that I wanted Eddie to make that choice for himself. And he did. Now, I have to get dinner started." He said as he made his way to the fridge. Then Grandpa did something I hadn't expected. He went to his son and hugged him. Dad froze up at first, but as I watched, he softened and eventually, turned and gave into it. I was pleased to see father and son hugging out of pure love for one another. I almost cried, but instead, joined them. Then Dad broke down and I joined him. Grandpa finally gave in and the three of us stood there hugging and crying. It turned out to be another defining moment in my life. Grandpa was the first to speak, "This makes me happy." "Me too, Dad," my dad said. I joined them, "Me three!" That made the two of them laugh. We broke apart as Grandpa offered to help make dinner and I offered to set the table. But first, Dad stripped, joining us in our nakedness, and it was beautiful. We enjoyed a wonderful family dinner together. It was full of love and laughter and I couldn't have been happier. (to be continued)