Date: Mon, 23 Jan 2023 20:08:32 +0000 (UTC) From: Hot for Dads Subject: Sammy in the Big City, Part 5 (gay/incest) This is adult FICTION. It is not intended to encourage or condone any similar activities in the real world. It is merely FANTASY ENTERTAINMENT, for which Nifty could use your donations! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Don't read this story if you're not old enough for this stuff, if m/m stories offend you, or if "family fun" isn't your kind of fantasy. On the other hand, if that's what you're looking for, then unzip and get busy! *************************************** SAMMY IN THE BIG CITY PART 5 Grandpa was surprised to find that I'd slept with Dad instead of joining him in bed. I think Dad was a little surprised too, but if he knew what I'd done, he didn't let on. "Didn't his snoring bother you?" Grandpa laughed. "Not too much," I said. "Why? Did you miss me?" I asked with a smile. "I have to admit that it's been nice having someone in my bed again," Grandpa smiled. "Now, what do you want for breakfast? Or are you still full?" He gave me a quick wink and headed to the kitchen without waiting for a reply. "Are you going to look after him today?" Dad called out as he climbed out of the sofa bed. "I don't need to be looked after," I said indignantly. "You know what I mean," Dad replied as he gathered up his stuff and headed to the bathroom. "Do you want to come to work with me, Sammy?" Grandpa called from the kitchen. "It might be easier to take the afternoon off if I can show you around and prove that I have a reason," he laughed. "Or do you want to hang out with Uncle Mike again today?" "I'll go to work with you, if you want me to," I said, not wanting to get Mike in any trouble if Grandpa figured out what we'd been getting up to. "Then it's a workday for Sammy," Grandpa laughed. "Should be good for you. See what the real world is like before you head off to the fantasy world of college next year. I don't think you'll regret it." As Grandpa made breakfast and Dad got ready for his own work stuff, I flipped through the TV on-screen guide again. When "Dad Goes to College" flipped into view, I stopped and clicked for more information: "Dad goes to visit his son at college and fucks everyone, including his son." My jaw dropped. If that's what college was going to be like, I couldn't wait! But did Dad know what the movie was about when he flipped quickly past it last night? Was I not the only one in the world with my nasty thoughts...and actions? I quickly flipped the guide to something else when Grandpa emerged from the kitchen and Dad returned from the bathroom. "Come and get it," Grandpa said as he put the food on the table. ***** When Grandpa introduced me around his workplace, I figured I was in for a boring day. The people were nice enough, but there didn't seem to be anything fun for me to do to keep busy. Grandpa gave me a couple magazines to flip through while he worked, but they didn't interest me. "Can I go look around?" I finally asked. Without looking up from his computer, Grandpa replied, "Okay, just don't bother anyone. There's a cafeteria down on the third floor if you're hungry. And there's a library up on the fifth floor if you're looking for something more interesting to read." "Thanks, Grandpa." "Here's my pass card, in case you need it. Just don't forget where I am," he laughed. "And don't leave the building," he ordered. "I won't," I said, taking the card and heading out to explore. After a quick stop in the cafeteria for an early lunch sandwich and something to drink, I headed up to the library. I browsed there without much luck. Then I decided to wander the halls, using Grandpa's card to get through all of the security doors. When the elevator opened on the sixth floor, it looked fancier than the others, but it still had all of the same company logos, so I figured it was okay. I wasn't so sure about that when a guy about Grandpa's age stepped in front of me in the hallway and stopped short. "Well, hello. Can I help?" "I'm Sammy Ball, Tommy Ball's grandson. He said it was okay to look around." "Pleased to meet you, Sammy. I'm Mr. Beach. I heard through the office grapevine that Tommy brought a handsome young man to work with him today." "Uh, yeah," I said, uncertain what else to say. "Thank you, Mr. Beach." "Call me Harry," he said, and I couldn't help grinning. "What's so funny?" "You don't look hairy," I said with a laugh. "That's what you think," he replied with a wink, which only made me smile more broadly. It was right then that the drink from the cafeteria kicked in and I suddenly had to go. "Um, is there a bathroom around here?" I asked. "A restroom." "The nearest one is in my office," he replied casually. "Really?" I asked, very impressed. "One of the perks of the job," he replied. "Um, can I use it?" I asked nervously. "I don't see why not," Mr. Beach replied as he turned back to his office and opened the door. "Be my guest." He held the door open and I walked in past him. "Wow," I said when I saw the office. It was impressive. Huge desk. Table for conferences. Definitely better than Grandpa's. Mr. Beach closed the office door and pointed. "There's the restroom over there. Actually, it's a shower room as well. Have to stay fresh during late nights." "Wow," I repeated when I walked into the bathroom and saw the huge glass-enclosed shower, along with the toilet and a huge sink counter with lots of stuff on it. I was so engrossed that I didn't hear the lock click on the outer door of the office. "I'm glad you like it," Mr. Beach said, and I turned to see he was standing in the doorway. "Help yourself," he said, indicating the toilet. I walked over to the toilet and pulled out my dick. I glanced nervously over my shoulder and saw Mr. Beach was still standing in the doorway. "Take your time," Mr. Beach said casually. "I think I might take a shower, now that I mention it. I didn't make it home last night, and I don't want to get too rank for the employees. You don't mind, do you?" I gulped and then managed to say, "No. It's your shower. But you smell fine to me," I added nervously. "Well, thank you, Sammy, but I better make sure." And with that, he slipped off his suit jacket and hung it up. Then he undid his tie and draped it over the jacket. Then he unbuttoned his shirt, slipped it off, and hung it up as well. "Wow," I muttered. He wasn't kidding about being hairy. I'd never seen anyone with so much thick, black hair on his chest and arms. "Told you," Mr. Beach laughed. "Harry by name, hairy by nature," he said, rubbing his hands through his chest hair. Mr. Beach paused and the smile slipped away as he looked at me staring at him...and not peeing. Mr. Beach walked slowly over to me and stood right behind me. "You need help with that?" he whispered in my ear as one of his hands slid down my arm and covered my hand holding my dick. His other hand wrapped around me and slid under my shirt to rub my belly. "Um," I said, surprised by what was happening and unable to pee. In fact, the heat of his hand on mine started to make my dick grow. "You like this?" he asked. "We can stop." "No, no," I mumbled. "I like it." "I got the impression you might. Not every young man speculates on how hairy another man is." "You really are hairy," I couldn't help saying. "And you really are smooth," he whispered in my ear as he continued to rub my belly. "And firm. And hard," he said, finally sliding his hand under mine and gripping my cock. "Oh," I moaned as he slowly began tugging on my dick. Then he used his other hand to push my shirt up to my shoulder blades, exposing my back. Before my shirt could slip back down, Mr. Beach pulled me firmly back against him and pressed all that thick, black hair against my flesh. "Oh yeah," I moaned, slightly squirming against the hairy softness. "You like Daddy's hair, boy?" he hissed in my ear. "Oh yeah," I moaned again, squirming more against his furry chest as he continued stroking my dick. "You ready to shoot your load for Daddy?" he whispered. "Oh yeah," I moaned again, finally starting to fuck my dick into his tight, sweaty fist. "That's a good boy," Mr. Beach hissed, rubbing my belly with his free hand and rubbing my back with that forest of fur. "So soft," I moaned. "Feels hard to me," he chuckled in my ear. "Come on, boy, show me what you've got." I gripped his hand around my cock and really started to fuck it. "That's it. Keep it up. Feels good." "Sure does," I agreed. "Oh god," I groaned when he suddenly pinched my nipple. "Take it, boy," he growled, pinching my nipple harder and twisting it. "Oh, Mr. Beach," I panted, "don't... don't... don't stop." "I'm not stopping until you pop that load, son," he hissed in my ear, then he softly bit my earlobe and my legs nearly gave out. "Come, boy!" he growled. My body couldn't refuse the command! "I'M CUMMING!" I yelled, and it echoed around the bathroom. "Quiet!" Mr. Beach ordered. "Sorry," I moaned between gritted teeth. "Almost there." "That's it. Cum for daddy!" "Yes, Daddy," I moaned as my balls tightened and I frantically fucked my cock through his tight, sweaty fist. "Almost... Almost... Unnnnngggghhh!" I finally groaned as cum erupted from my cock and splashed into the toilet. "Unnnnnnggghhh!" I repeated when Mr. Beach pinched and twisted my nipple again, sending convulsions through my body and shooting more cum into the toilet. And more. And more. Mr. Beach relaxed his grip on my nipple and gently massaged it. "Does that feel good?" he whispered. "Oh yeah," I confirmed. "It hurt. But good. Feels. Oh, Mr. Beach," I sighed as my body relaxed into him completely as he released my spent cock. I opened my eyes when the smell of cum flooded my nostrils, and there was Mr. Beach's hand right in front of my face. I didn't need to be told what he wanted. I opened my mouth and began licking it clean. "You've done this before," he chuckled in my ear. "Sort of," I laughed back. "How did you know to...?" "I can just tell what some boys what, and you looked desperate for it, son." "I've never done anything before this week," I assured him. "You seem to be making up for lost time," he laughed as I finished licking his fist clean. "I'm glad Grandpa brought me to work with him," I said, turning in Mr. Beach's arms and wrapping my arms around him. "So am I," he said as I rubbed my cheek against his furry chest. Finally, he asked, "Do you still need to pee?" "I do, actually," I laughed, turning back around to the toilet. "Hold it for a little while longer," he ordered. I was surprised but did what he said. I felt him step back, and I looked over my shoulder to see that he was stripping off the rest of his clothes. I watched as he stepped into the shower, then he said, "Come here." I turned with my soft dick still hanging out of my pants and walked over to the shower as Mr. Beach got down on his knees. "What are you doing?" "Waiting for my shower," he grinned. "Strip off and get in here." I wasn't sure what he was doing, but I did what he said. When I stood naked in front of him in the shower, I finally asked, "Now what?" He laughed and said, "Piss on me, boy!" "What?" I asked, shocked. "You heard right. Piss all over this hairy chest you like so much." Then he stretched out his arms, threw his head back, and waited. I gulped, grabbed my dick, and hoped he wasn't teasing me. "Oh yeah," he moaned when the first jet of my pee splashed on his chest. "That's it, Sammy. Piss on me, boy." I smiled and waggled my dick around to spray my piss all over his chest, and he seemed to like it. I couldn't believe it when he started rubbing his hands through all that piss-soaked hair. And then my piss started to dwindle. I couldn't help wishing I'd had more to drink. Mr. Beach could feel the pressure declining, and the next thing I knew his eyes flew open, he grabbed my hips, and his mouth engulfed my still-pissing dick. I was so shocked that the stream stopped completely for a moment. "MMMMMPPPPHHH!" he moaned, pulling at my hips. I recovered and relaxed enough to let the rest of my pee flow, and he gulped it down. "That's it," I said lamely when I had nothing more for him to drink. Mr. Beach sucked gently on my dick to get every last drop, then he sat back on his heels. "Tommy's one lucky man," he finally said. "Thank you, sir," I said shyly, but glad that he like what I'd done. "We'd better clean up and get you back downstairs before he misses you," Mr. Beach said as he got up on his feet. I looked at his semi-hard dick, surrounded by a thick bush of pubes, and asked, "Do you want me to suck you?" He laughed heartily and said, "I wish I had time. I bet you're a hell of a sucker. But I have a meeting coming up." "Oh," I said, with obvious disappointment. "Well, okay," he said as he turned on the shower and then tugged on his dick, "but be quick about it." I did my best, and it wasn't long before I was eagerly gulping down a big load of hot cum churned up from those big hairy balls of his. Then we showered properly, dried off, and got dressed. "I'm glad I needed the restroom," I laughed as Mr. Beach unlocked the outer door of his office. "So am I," he said. "Come back anytime," he added with a wink. "I hope I can," I said. "But I'm not going to be here long." "Well, if it's not meant to be, this visit was certainly memorable." "It sure was, Mr. Beach." "Call me Harry." "Can I call you Uncle Harry?" I asked with a grin. "I think you earned that right, Sammy," he laughed back. "Thanks, Uncle Harry," I said. For some reason, I held out my hand to shake goodbye. Uncle Harry looked at it then grabbed me and pulled me into a tight hug. "You're a good kid," he said when he released me, and I thought he seemed a little embarrassed. "Now get back downstairs before Tommy starts wondering where you got to." "That's our secret," I laughed, then I headed off to the elevator. ***** When I got back to Grandpa's office, he barely looked up. "Did you have fun?" "It was okay," I said casually. "Mr. Beach has a nice office." Grandpa looked up at me sharply. "The president of the company? You didn't bother him, I hope." "I don't think so," I replied. "He invited me back any time I wanted. Are you about ready to go?" Grandpa looked at the clock. "It's later than I thought. Let me finish this up and then we'll go enjoy what's left of the afternoon." He did a little more work, then he looked at me curiously. "Is your hair wet?" "It was sticking up, so I wetted it down," I said casually. "Oh." He gave me another curious look then went back to finishing up his work. ***** Once Grandpa finally pulled himself away from work, we had a lot of fun exploring the city. "This is fun, Grandpa," I said. "I think so too, Sammy," he replied. "It's nice to have an afternoon off on a weekday and spend it with my favorite grandson." "I'm you're only grandson," I reminded him. "Then it's a good thing you're a good one," he replied, mussing up my hair before draping his arm around my shoulder. ***** By the time we got home, Grandpa and I were both exhausted. We collapsed on the sofa and he put on a movie. I don't know what it was, because I was out like a light before the opening credits were finished. When I finally woke up again, the room was dark. I looked at the clock and discovered that it was the middle of the night! Since I was on the sofa alone, I guessed Dad had decided not to wake me and was sleeping with Grandpa instead. I sat up, turned on a light, and realized that I needed to pee. As I walked past Grandpa's bedroom, I noticed that the door was open a crack and a little light was shining out into the hallway. I also noticed some muffled sounds coming from inside. It wasn't Dad snoring, though, and I was curious what it was. Gently, I pushed the door open to create a wider crack for me to see through. What I saw shocked me...and fascinated me...and made my dick pop to attention! Dad wasn't snoring. He was lying on his belly with his face buried in a pillow to muffle the moans. And he was naked! Grandpa had Dad's butt cheeks spread, and his face was buried in Dad's ass crack! Grandpa was making muffled moaning and slurping sounds of his own. I don't know how long I watched the bizarre scene in front of me, but at some point, I realized that I had undone my jeans, slipped my hand inside my underwear, and was playing with myself! I nearly jumped out of my skin when Dad lifted his head and moaned, "Oh, Dad, I've missed this. You've always known how to make me feel so good." Grandpa lifted his face, wiped his lips with the back of his hand, and replied, "It's not my fault you don't visit more often, Son." "I've been thinking about this for weeks," moaned Dad. "I want your cock inside me so bad." "I guess that means I'm done with my appetizer," Grandpa chuckled. "Your ass tastes as good as ever, Son." "Oh god," Dad moaned as Grandpa spread his butt cheeks again and worked a finger into his hole. "And tight," Grandpa growled. "Not like when you were fucking me every night in high school," Dad laughed before moaning as Grandpa worked another finger inside his butt. "Yeah, you were pretty loose by the time you left for college," Grandpa replied. I couldn't believe what I was seeing or hearing. It was all too much. From knowing next to nothing about sex before the trip, I was now learning that my Grandpa had been fucking my dad forever. And Dad obviously liked it! "I can't wait any more, Dad," my dad groaned. "Fuck me. I need it. I want it so bad." "Quite a change from all that prudish nonsense you were spouting the other morning," Grandpa chuckled. "Sammy is a sheltered boy," Dad objected, "thanks to his mother. He wouldn't know how to take all that crap you were spouting." "Just the truth," Grandpa laughed as he continued sliding his finger slowly in and out of Dad's butthole. "And I think you underestimate Sammy." "I just want him to be happy," Dad replied solemnly. "Did you ever think he might be happy with exactly what you and I have had all these years?" Grandpa asked, and my mouth dropped open. "Dad!" my dad objected. "He's just a kid." "Older than you were the first time you begged for my cock," Grandpa laughed. "Oh god, just fuck me, Dad," my dad whined. "Well, I want my boy to be happy," Grandpa grinned as he stretched out over dad and retrieved a tube of lube from his nightstand. He squirted some on his fingers and started working it into Dad's butthole, just like Mike had done to get himself ready for me. "Oh yeah," Dad sighed as Grandpa greased him up. "Feels so good." "Not as good as this is gonna feel," Grandpa replied as he started greasing his pole. "You ready, Son," he asked as the tip of his dick disappeared between Dad's butt cheeks. "You know it, Dad. Fill me with the cock that made me. Fuck your son's ass," my dad moaned. I couldn't believe it. I'd never even heard him cuss before, and now I was hearing him beg his dad, my grandpa, to fuck his ass! Then he let out a loud moan as Grandpa obviously pushed the head of his dick inside his tight hole. "OH YEAH!" Dad moaned. "You want to wake the boy?" Grandpa laughed, but he kept pushing deeper. "Oh shit," Dad hissed, remembering that I was in the other room, then he buried his face in the pillow again and moaned as Grandpa buried more hard cock in him. "Damn, you feel good, Son," Grandpa sighed when I couldn't see any more light between his belly and Dad's butt. "You do too, Dad," my dad sighed. "Feels good having you back inside me after so long. I was hoping we'd be doing this every night, before Sammy staked his claim in your bed." I watched Grandpa slowly pull his hips back and draw his thick, hard dick out of Dad's butt, then he slowly pushed it back in. As I watched his butt flex again and again, I had the overwhelming urge to bury my face in his sweaty crack and do what he'd been doing to Dad when I first caught them. But I didn't. Grandpa fucked Dad in near silence for a while. Dad moaning. Grandpa sighing. Both obviously enjoying their reunion. I was so concentrated on their fucking that I jumped again when Grandpa suddenly spoke. "I guess that means you haven't been teaching Sammy?" "What?" Dad moaned obliviously. "What it feels like to have his Dad's cock inside him," Grandpa replied casually. "No!" Dad objected, whipping his head around to look at his dad. "Time's wasting," Grandpa grinned. "But Sammy.... He's so... His mother keeps him..." "Innocent?" Grandpa laughed. "Boy, you don't know anything about your son." "What do you mean?" Dad asked, honestly confused. "I mean I woke up to my boxers full of cum this week. I can't remember the last time that happened. And your boy was a little too eager to claim it wasn't his fault. Tighter, Son," Grandpa ordered. "Yeah, that's it." "You don't think..." "And it's not the only morning I've woken up without the urgent need to jack off," Grandpa laughed. It looked like he was slowly increasing his fucking speed as he talked about me. I couldn't believe it. I thought I'd been so clever. "You're imagining things," Dad protested. "Oh god, that feels good. Harder, Dad." Grandpa gritted his teeth and thrust his cock harder into Dad's butt, making Dad groan with pleasure and start lifting his ass to meet his dad's plunging cock. "And am I imagining the pair of my dirty boxers he has hidden in his bag?" Grandpa grunted. "He doesn't..." Dad panted. "Oh, he does," Grandpa replied. "I missed a pair after he did laundry that first day, so I went snooping." "But," Dad grunted in objection as Grandpa really started pounding his asshole. "No buts about it," Grandpa grunted with every thrust, "that's one horny boy you've got there. And his cherry's ripe for picking, if it hasn't been already." "You haven't...," Dad moaned. "No, but I can't speak for Mike next door or Harry, my boss," Grandpa growled. How did he know? They hadn't fucked me, but still... "Fuck me, Dad," my dad groaned. "You like the thought of your boy getting fucked?" Grandpa grunted. "A big man cock opening up that tight hole of his." "I never thought..." Dad groaned. "Oh yes you did," Grandpa growled. "You just didn't have the balls for it." "Fuck me, Daddy," my dad whined. "I wanna see your face when I breed your ass, Son," Grandpa declared as he swiftly pulled his cock out of Dad's butt and flipped Dad over. Grandpa pinned Dad's knees against Dad's chest and rammed his dick back inside the tight hole. "OH GOD YES," Dad moaned, and Grandpa didn't silence him. He just kept pumping that hard pole into Dad's butt. Again and again and again. Dad grunted and moaned with every deep thrust. "GONNA FILL YOU WITH DADDY CUM," Grandpa growled. "YES, PLEASE! PLEASE! YES!" Dad begged. "BREED ME!" "ALMOST THERE, SON," Grandpa panted as he fucked faster and faster. The slapping of flesh against flesh filled the room, along with Dad's moans and Grandpa's grunts. I finally pulled my dick out of my underwear and started stroking it as fast as Grandpa was fucking Dad. "ME TOO!" Dad yelled as he grabbed his bouncing hardon and started jacking it furiously. "SHOW DADDY WHAT YOU'VE GOT!" Grandpa grunted. "FUCK!" Dad roared, and if I hadn't been awake before, that yell would have done it. "CUM!" Dad yelled again, and suddenly, streaks of cum erupted from his dick. "YOU'RE FUCKING IT OUT OF ME, DAD!" "THAT'S IT, EARNIE!" Grandpa grunted as he slammed into Dad's butt. "I'M FILLING YOU, BOY," Grandpa grunted between ragged breaths, and I knew he was shooting all that cum that I loved to taste into my dad. "Yes, Dad, fill me up. It's been too long!" my dad moaned as more cum squirted out of his cock and splattered onto his chest and belly as Grandpa moaned and thrust his cock into Dad's ass. "I'm giving you every last drop, Son," Grandpa grunted. "Every. Last. Drop." A thrust punctuated every word as Grandpa filled Dad with even more cum. I wanted so bad to be swallowing that load myself, and I was shocked to find myself imagining sucking it out of Dad's butt! "God that felt good," my dad sighed when it looked like Grandpa was finally finished. "There's nothing like fucking your boy's ass, Son," Grandpa panted as he tried to catch his breath. My mouth dropped open as Grandpa leaned in and began licking the cum off of my dad's body. "That feels good, too," Dad sighed as Grandpa licked him clean. "And tastes good," Grandpa whispered before he planted his lips on Dad's for a kiss. I knew they had to be swapping Dad's cum. I don't know which one I was more jealous of in that moment. A slight moan of frustration at being left out escaped my lips. I quickly clamped my hand over my mouth, but it was too late. "Did you hear something?" Dad asked. I pulled my other hand out of my pants and ducked out of the line of sight as Dad moved his head to look past Grandpa's shoulder. "I wouldn't be surprised," Grandpa laughed. "I'd better go see," Dad said. "Oh no you don't," Grandpa hissed. "I'm not giving your ass up so quickly now that I've finally got inside it again." "Mmmm, that feels nice," Dad finally sighed. I risked looking through the crack of the door again and saw that Dad and Grandpa were on their sides with Grandpa behind Dad, like two spoons in the silverware drawer. They were facing away from me, so I could see Grandpa's butt slowly flexing. "Sure does," Grandpa replied. "And it's not going to stop until I've recovered and fucked another load into your tight ass." "And a third?" Dad chuckled. "I just might be able to manage it, since you've got me so hot. But no promises," he laughed. "I'll take whatever I can get," Dad sighed. With the main event finished, I slipped as quietly as possible back to the living room, stripped off my clothes, and stretched out on the sofa with my hard dick almost pointing straight up at the ceiling. *************************************** I hope you enjoyed this bit of fun. 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