Date: Fri, 5 Oct 2018 11:11:20 -0400 From: David Greg Denton Subject: My Pastor and Me series: Granddad Comes to Live with Us ? Part 1 *My Pastor and Me series: Granddad Comes to Live with Us -- Part 1* (a sequel to "My Pastor and Me," "Our Cabin in the Woods," and "My Best Friend, My Pastor and Me") Gay, boy, man, father, son, grandfather, grandson, pastor This is a story about consensual sex between a young boy, his father, his grandfather, and his pastor. 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 http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html * * * * I sat out on the front porch all morning waiting for his arrival. Mom and Dad had both tried to get me to come in, but I would have none of it. I was determined to be the first one he saw when he arrived at his new home. After several hours, and many wrong cars, I spotted his coming down the street. I jumped up and ran down the front walk to the curb. Granddad pulled up, turned off the car and got out. He walked around to the trunk where I met him, hugging him tightly. "Hey, there! Be careful now you don't break me," he said. When I pulled back, I saw that he was grinning. "A little guy like me could never break a big guy like you, Granddad." "You're not as little as you think you are, my boy. You get bigger every time I see you!" "Oh, Granddaaad!" "Help me with my bags, big guy?" "Sure." I took his two small bags and he took the two large ones. We'd have to come back for the boxes later as I was eager for him to see Mom and Dad. The front door opened as we approached the house and they came out onto the porch to meet us. Granddad dropped his bags and took his favorite and only daughter-in-law into a tender embrace. She kissed him on the cheek then said, "Glad to have you staying with us, Dad." "Glad to be here, even if it's for a short time." Then he looked at my dad and they exchanged a tense look. Dad held out his hand, but Granddad ignored it and went straight in for a hug. Dad was taken off guard, so he froze at first, but then warmed up a little and hugged Granddad back. Mom and I exchanged smiles and knowing looks. It was going to be interesting, but I would gladly do my part to reconcile the two most important men in my life. I helped Granddad settle in downstairs while Mom got lunch ready. I had no idea what Dad was doing. I just hoped he made an appearance at the noon meal. "So, what's the deal between you and Dad?" I asked not wanting to put off the necessary conversation a minute longer if I was going to be instrumental in fixing what was broken. "Sit down, Steve." I sat on the bed and waited for him to do the same. He put away some more clothes and then sat down next to me. "To put it simply, your dad blames me for your Grandmother leaving." I was totally confused by that statement. "I don't understand, Granddad, why would Dad care if Grandma left you? How does that affect him?" "I think you should know that she was your Grandma, but not your Dad's mom." "Huh?!" "Your dad's mom left me when your dad was just a boy. She died alone a few years later from cancer and your dad never forgave me. The woman you know as your Grandma was your dad's step-mom." "Oh, now I see. But why does he blame you for his mom leaving?" "Because his mom suspected I was not what I said I was, just as your Grandma eventually did." "I still don't understand, Granddad." "In a nutshell, I'm more like you, Steve, than your dad." I thought about it for a minute and then it dawned on me. "Oh, so you're bi!" He chuckled and said, "Not exactly, Steve, I'm gay." I could see him visibly relax as if a great weight had fallen from his shoulders. "Does Dad know?" "Nope." "Does he suspect?" "No, I don't think so." "I think he'd be okay with it if he knew, Granddad. He's okay with me being gay." "I didn't think you'd decided yet, Steve." "Oh, yeah, I've known for a while now. I just didn't want to disappoint you, that's all." He took my hand in his and said, "You're my grandson, Steve. I love you and I'm proud of you. I could never be disappointed in you." "Thanks, Granddad, I love you too... and I'm proud of you for coming out to me. That was very brave!" He laughed out loud. "I don't know how brave I am... I still haven't found the courage to tell my own son." "I'll help in any way I can, Granddad. Just say the word." He put his arm around me and hugged me to him. "Lunch is ready whenever you two are," I heard Dad say. I looked toward the doorway and saw him standing there, arms folded. I got up from the bed, walked right up to him and pulled his arms down. He just looked at me as if I'd lost my mind. "Enough, Dad. Granddad is here and he is welcome by the majority of the members of this household. You can either get onboard with us or get out of the way." He looked furious, angry enough to hit me, which he had never done by the way, hit me in anger that is. I felt Granddad standing behind me. "What's it gonna be, son?" he asked my dad. "Fine. I'll work on my... attitude... but you watch yours around me young man. I will not tolerate disrespect from my own son." He turned and left. "Thanks for standing up for me, Steve, but I don't want you getting in trouble on my account." "You know I'd do anything for you... and for Dad too. This feud has got to stop if we're all going to live together." "We can talk about this later. Right now, it's lunchtime and I'm starved!" Lunch was a little less strained, but still tense enough to make Mom uncomfortable. The two of us tried to keep the conversation light and while we may not have accomplished much in the way of détente, we did our best to proffer a peaceful alternative to all-out war on the part of my dad. After lunch, Granddad went back downstairs to take a nap. The drive had been long, and he claimed to be tired. I helped Mom clean up and then went out to talk to my dad about his dad. He was sitting on one of the chaises with his eyes closed, a beer in his hand. "Dad, can I talk to you?" Without looking at me, he said, "Have a seat." I sat down in the one next to his and began, "I meant no disrespect, Dad. I have never disrespected you, you know that." He remained silent, so I continued. "I respect you more than any other person I know, I hope you know that too." He opened his eyes when I said that, but still didn't look at me. "But I respect Granddad too. He has something weighing heavily on him and is afraid of what you might say or do, so he's reluctant to tell you. He's afraid of disappointing you. Please, all I'm asking is that you give him a chance to explain himself." He finally looked at me and asked, "And just how do you know this? Has he confided in you but not me, his own son?" "Dad, please give me a break! You're not still going to play the victim, are you? After all these years of you blaming him for your mom leaving?" "Just how do you know all this?" "He told me. He trusts me not to judge him. I love him, and he loves me." He sat up and swung his legs toward me then said a little too loudly, as if he was trying to overcompensate for something, "I love him!" "I know you think you do, Dad, but if you really did, you would have talked to him about the real reason your mom left instead of holding a grudge all these years. You're a grown ass man, Dad and it's about time you grew up and started living in the present and not the past." Again, he looked angry enough to hit me, but then the look passed, and he was suddenly calm. "How old are you?" That simple question made me laugh out loud and he soon joined me. We laughed and laughed until my mom came out looking worried and asked, "Everything alright out here?" "Fine, honey, our son was just telling me to grow the hell up, that's all." "I've been telling you that for years, but you never listen to me, do you?" She asked rhetorically as she turned and walked back into the house, shaking her head. That just made us start laughing all over again. Dad turned and sat back in his chair. We sat there I don't know how long until Granddad finally came out to check on us. "I thought you were taking a nap, Dad." "I was, but who could sleep through all that laughing?" Dad and I chuckled at that. "Can I talk to you, son?" "Sure, Dad. Have a seat." I got up to give him mine when Dad added, "Stay, son. You already know what this is about anyway." I looked to Granddad and he nodded, so I sat back down. Granddad pulled up a chaise next to Dad's and sat down. He was quiet for a moment, then spoke quickly. "I'm gay, son. It's the reason both your mom and your step-mom left me. I offered to take care of your mom when she got sick, but she wouldn't come home. I'm sorry, son." Dad seemed to think about all the ramifications of what Granddad had just told him as various emotions crossed his face. Then he got up, took my Granddad's hands pulled him up and hugged him tighter than he had ever even hugged me I think. I couldn't help myself, I jumped up and joined them, hugging my two favorite men. They opened up long enough to let me in and then it was an amazing three-way hug. "Okay, now y'all are scaring me," Mom commented from the patio door. We all started to laugh then opened up for her to join us. She walked over quickly, and we soon had a four-way hug going. Then she started crying and I joined her as did Granddad and finally Dad. "I love my family," I announced, still a little choked up. Then Dad kissed me on the forehead, Granddad on the cheek, and Mom on the lips. "I do too, son," he added. * * * After Granddad had been living with us for about two weeks and Mom was sure the men in her life had sorted out their family drama, she and Aunt Mary went on a girls' weekend in Vegas to celebrate Aunt Mary's divorce from Uncle Roger, which, by the way, I was no longer allowed to call him I front of my mom. That left me home alone with Granddad every day. So, each day, after we came home from house hunting, we would take a nap together. I was sleeping pretty soundly when my dad's voice woke me, "What's going on?" I opened my eyes and there was Dad standing in front of the couch, arms folded across his chest. "Oh, hey, Dad. We were taking a nap." "I see that," he said, looking unhappy for some reason, then added, "So when did this start?" "At the cabin," I informed him. "Granddad told me that you used to sleep on top of him when you were a boy." "I don't remember doing that," he stated flatly, then added again, "Don't you think it's a little inappropriate, Dad, considering...?" "Considering what, son?" Granddad asked, raising his voice a little. "Considering what we now know, Dad." And that did it. Granddad said, "Get up, Steve, please?" I got up then Granddad did too. He stood within inches of Dad's face and said, "Just what are you implying, Henry?" I knew he was mad now, because Dad hated being called Henry and Granddad knew it! "You know very well, what I'm implying, Carlyle!" That's when I yelled, "Enough!!!" They both looked at me, shocked that I'd raised my voice at either of them, much less both. "This has got to stop." I looked at my dad and said, "Dad, you don't have to defend my `honor' with your father. I know we said, `what happens at the cabin stays at the cabin,' but I let Granddad fuck me at the cabin. And Granddad, I let Dad fuck me at the cabin." I started undressing in front of them, first the shirt came off, then the shorts and finally the underwear until I was standing in front of them, naked. They looked at me and then at each other, shocked once again and speechless, so I continued, "Don't you know, Dad, that I've never felt closer to you than when your cock was inside me, filling me up with the spunk that made me? And Granddad, you must know that I never felt closer to you than when your cock was inside me, filling me up with the spunk that made my dad. I love you both and I know that somewhere deep down inside, you love each other too. Now I have just one question for the two of you..." I waited for one of them to say something, then Dad looked at me and asked, "What is that, son?" "Which one of you is going to fuck me first?" They both looked surprised even though they shouldn't have been. Then Dad asked, "Dad?" and Granddad asked, "Son?" and I said, "Geez, Louise, you two! Do I have to do everything?!" Silence. "Fine. Why don't we start with something simple... like the two of you getting undressed, because if you hadn't noticed, I'm standing here pretty naked. Dad when was the last time you saw your dad naked?" "It's been decades, I guess." "Granddad, have you ever seen your grown son naked before?" "No, I haven't, but I'd like to." Finally, Dad started to remove his shirt and Granddad followed suit. I watched as each of them watched the other reveal more and more hair-covered, muscular skin. "You have more white hair on your chest than I thought you would, Dad." Granddad smiled and, "Well, as you said, it has been decades. Your chest is magnificent, son, if you don't mind my saying so." "Not at all, Dad, thanks." I wanted to interject something, but also didn't want to ruin this perfect moment of father and son discovery. They each removed their pants and then their underwear. Dad looked down and remarked, "Damn, Dad, it's even bigger than I remember!" "Thanks, big boy, you didn't turn out so bad yourself!" Now we were all smiling. "Reach out and touch each other... explore," I encouraged. Dad reached out to caress his dad's chest and arms, while Granddad did the same. Hands made their way through dense fur and over sinewy muscle as they moved lower and lower, stopping just short of their final destination. "Go on, touch each other's pricks, fondle each other's balls, stroke each other's big, fat cocks. It's all good." Dad wrapped his hand around Granddad's swollen prick and started stoking it up and down. Granddad did the same to Dad's and soon they were moaning and really getting into the moment. "Now kiss each other, open up to one another, make love to each other's mouths." They leaned into one another and closed their eyes but opened their mouths, then they came together in a sensual but tender kiss. They wrapped their arms around each other, caressing each other's bodies once more. I was getting so turned on by the sight of my dad and granddad kissing that I thought I might blow without even touching myself! So, I moved up against them and started rubbing their hairy, firm butts. Eventually, I found their tight little pucker holes and started rubbing them. They moaned into each other's mouths as I teased them, then Dad pulled away from Granddad and asked me, "I thought you wanted to get fucked, not the other way around." "You know, I thought I did too, but watching you two make out made me so horny, I'm beginning to rethink my original plan," I stated simply. They both chuckled and opened up for me to join them. We shared an awkward, but very sexy, three-way kiss. Then Granddad made a suggestion, "How about we get into bed and all get to know each other better. Then we can decide who gets fucked and who does the fucking, sound good?" Dad and I nodded our agreement then we split up and went into Granddad's bedroom to make love. (to be continued)