Date: Mon, 13 Aug 2018 11:02:45 -0400 From: David Greg Denton Subject: Grandpa Comes for a Visit - Part 4 Could you please add this last part to my story? Thanks, DGD *Grandpa Comes for a Visit - Part 4 * If you enjoy reading stories on Nifty, then don't forget to donate! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html * * * * As the three of us lay there in my dad's bed, basking in the afterglow of the greatest fuck-a-thon of my life (Yes, even better than with Uncle Rory), with Grandpa in the middle, Dad on one side, I on the other, his arms around us both, Grandpa spoke, "I want to ask you, two, a favor." "Sure, Grandpa," I answered at the same time Dad replied, "Anything." "I want you to reach out and get in touch with Susie. It would mean a lot to me and even if she decides not to respond, I'll know that at least you tried. Can you do that for me?" There was no way I could deny him anything after that, so I said, "Of course, Grandpa." "I will too," Dad added. He hugged us to him and we both wrapped our arms around his chest, hugging each other in the process. Dad and I smiled at each other then at Grandpa as he tilted his head down and gave us each a kiss. I leaned over and kissed Dad, then said, "Night, Dad. Night Grandpa," and closed my eyes. The last thing I heard was Grandpa say to Dad, "You did a good job, Angus, raising such a fine young man. You should be proud." "I am Dad. And call me, Gus, when we're around Eddie, please." I made a groggy mental note to tease Dad about it in the morning, then fell fast asleep. When I awoke the next morning, it was just Dad and I alone in the bed. It was Saturday, so I figured we could sleep in a little longer, but then I remembered Grandpa was there, so I got up and went in search of him. After I hit the bathroom, I found him naked in the kitchen putting together ingredients for what I assumed was another one of his strange-looking, but delicious smoothies. "Morning, Grandpa!" I greeted him as I hugged him from behind. He turned around and hugged me back, saying, "Morning, Eddie. Sleep well?" "I sure did, did you?" "Best night's sleep in a long, long time. Do you think your Dad would mind if I stayed awhile?" "I wouldn't mind at all, Dad," I heard from behind me. I turned to look and there was Dad walking through the living room, still in the buff and looking sexy as ever, his cock and balls swaying back and forth as he walked. "Stay as long as you like, right, son?" He asked looking at me as he came up and joined us in the hug. "Stay forever, Grandpa." "Don't tempt me. Now let's have a smoothie and then show your Dad some yoga moves." He winked at me and I smiled. After we had finished our smoothies (which it turned out Dad liked too), Grandpa took us through a sequence of yoga positions and I managed to keep up pretty well. Dad, however, took to it like he'd been born doing it. I, of course, sported a hardon through the whole thing which they, thankfully, ignored. Afterwards, Grandpa went to his room to meditate (he'd somehow missed his morning meditation the day before) while Dad and I went out on the patio to relax in the sun. I asked Dad about it and he admitted that he and Grandpa had been doing yoga together since he was a young boy and he didn't know why he's given it up. He told me that Uncle Rory had never been into it, though. I asked him another question that had been on my mind. "Angus," I teased, "why didn't you raise us as nudists like Grandpa did with you and Uncle Rory?" Dad ignored the use of his real name and answered, "Because, Edward, your mother is not a nudist and she was strictly against the idea." "Oh," was all I could manage. I understood without saying anything. She had always been a little on the uptight side. "Besides," he added. "Your Grandpa didn't start raising us as nudists until after your Grandma died. That's when everything changed." "Is that about the time you and Uncle Rory started having sex?" "Oh, God, no. We'd been having sex ever since we both discovered the joys of our own erections," he admitted with a laugh. "I see." Dad reached out and took my hand, intertwining our fingers, the small gesture bringing a smile to my face. Then he spoke again, looking more than a little confused, "Is there anything I should know, Eddie... am I missing something?" "What do you mean?" I asked, hoping he wouldn't notice my face turning red. "Well, growing up, my dad never once expressed an interest in sex with either your uncle or with me. What do you think made him change his mind?" "Well... there was... no, I have to show you." I got up and waited for him to also. He did then I led the way into the living room and asked him to sit down on the couch. I turned on the TV and the DVD player, then hit "play" and joined him. It started, and I watched closely as Dad's eyes got huge when he saw Uncle Rory sucking my dick by the pool at his house. "When... where did...?" "Uncle Rory sent it. It came the other day and in the process of cleaning the house before Grandpa's surprise visit, I accidentally left the DVD player on and Grandpa watched it and the next morning, during yoga, one thing led to another and..." "I get it." Dad answered as he watched me come in Uncle Rory's mouth. Then he saw me sucking Uncle Rory's impressive cock. I looked down and he was as hard as I was. I took his cock in my hand and began stroking it. He did the same with mine. On screen, Uncle Rory came in my mouth. Soon, the scene changed again, and it was Dad getting fucked by Uncle Rory, but he hadn't seen that I had been watching from the doorway. "I see you boys have started without me!" We heard Grandpa say as he approached us from the hallway. Dad let go of my dick for some reason, I assumed it was a reflex, like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, but Grandpa added, "Mind if I join you?" Dad was silent, so I spoke for both of us. "Please, have a seat!" He sat down next to Dad and took over stroking Dad's cock for me. Dad put his hand back on mine and took Grandpa's in the other, stroking us both with the same rhythm. I watched as Dad's eyes were glued to the TV, again assuming because he'd never seen his face while he was getting fucked either. Then Dad came on screen, and Uncle Rory pulled out and came all over him. That's when I entered the picture. I'd already shot my load in the doorway, but Dad was kind enough to lick the cum from my hand and the head of my spent cock. "Here comes my favorite part," Grandpa admitted as the scene changed once more and then I was fucking Uncle Rory while Dad fucked me. "My three boys getting it on. Outta sight!" Grandpa sped up stroking Dad's cock, so he sped up stroking mine, but I wanted to save it for the next scene. Dad, Uncle Rory and I all came on screen and that's when it changed one last time. Dad was fucking me against the wall of the shower, my eyes were rolled back in my head as he pounded my ass. In real time, Dad leaned over and took my cock in his mouth just as I was about to blow. I came, screaming, "Awww fucckkk!" and he swallowed as I watched Grandpa do the same to Dad. Dad shot his load down Grandpa's throat as he moaned on my dick. Grandpa was last, and I watched as he blew (it was a geyser), all over himself, yelling, "Fuck yeah!" We all lay there panting, our heads thrown back, worn out from coming so heavily and so intensely. Then Dad leaned over and started licking the cum off Grandpa's chest and stomach. I didn't want to miss out so, I got up and licked his cock. Once we had licked him clean, Grandpa was the first to speak, "Now, that sure was a fun way to spend a Saturday morning, don't you boys agree?" We both grinned idiotically and nodded, but all I could think was that any morning could turn out to be a whole lot more fun now that my sexy grandpa was around. The End