Date: Thu, 23 Jul 2020 15:53:59 +0000 (UTC)
From: Hot for Dads <hotfordads@yahoo.com>
Subject: Summer with Gramps, Part 1 (gay/incest)

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SUMMER WITH GRAMPS

PART 1

Graduation done. College a few months away. What to do? On that first free
morning, I knew exactly what to do. I gave a great, stretching wakeup yawn
as I slid my hand into the waistband of my boxer-briefs. My
eighteen-year-old cock was already at its regular early morning stiffness
level. Hard and straining. Wanting to be satisfied.

I relaxed my head back into my pillow, rubbed my left nipple with my left
hand, gripped my shaft firmly with my right hand, and started a nice, slow,
even-paced stroke. It felt good, as usual, but even better. It was no
longer a high schooler's cock. It was a grown man's cock, about ready to go
out into the world...and into a lot of men.

At least that's what I hoped and fantasized about. I didn't have much
chance to put theory into practice in my small town. And by small, I mean
tiny. You'd hardly notice it on a map. Everyone knew everyone, and I can
guarantee that at one time or another, I wondered what sex was like with
every single man in town...and the married one's too. I chuckled to myself
and let out a soft moan as I tightened my grip on my shaft.

All of my standby images flickered through my brain. Getting fucked by my
hot math teacher. Sucking the kindly minister. Giving my best friend and
his dad simultaneous handjobs. Yeah, I knew exactly what I wanted. I'd just
never had the nerve to get it. I concentrated on my buddy and his dad,
tightened my grip and really started stroking. Firm, steady strokes.

I tossed the sheet off of me and used my left hand to push the waistband of
my briefs down and tuck it under my tight balls. I knew it wasn't going to
be much longer. A glistening bead of precum oozed out of my slit. I wiped
it up with my left thumb and quickly sucked the sweet nectar into my
mouth. "Mmmm," I moaned softly as I continued sucking on my thumb and
stroking my cock. "Oh yeah," I grunted as my body began to tense up.

"Charlie!" my dad called as he knocked on my door. "You up?"

"Yeah," I grunted between gritted teeth.

"What?" he asked, and I saw the doorknob begin to turn.

"I'm UP!" I bellowed.

"Calm down," he laughed, and the doorknob stopped turning, but my knob
continued to throb. "We gotta get on the road soon."

"I'm CUMMING!" I yelled as my hips began thrusting my cock through my tight
fist and jets of hot, creamy, glistening cum erupted from my slit and
streaked across my belly and chest.

"Glad to hear it. Breakfast is ready." His voice trailed off as he walked
away.

"Oh shit," I grunted to myself as my cock continued to shoot jizz all
over. Suddenly, an image of Dad opening the door and watching me shoot
popped into my head. As soon as it did, my body gave another tremendous
spasm and shot a final load of cum out of my cock. The image was so
powerful that the final load, usually the weakest of my shots, actually
landed on my chin. "What the fuck?" I muttered to myself as I used my thumb
to wipe the cum off my chin and then stuck it into my mouth to savor the
tangy cream.

It was official, I'd finally had a sex fantasy about absolutely every man
in town. I was a bit shocked that my mind had gone where it did, but my
cock throbbed and oozed out some more cum to prove that it would be a
fantasy worth repeating sometime. "Hmmm," I sighed as I scooped up more cum
from my belly and sucked it down as well. "I wonder what Dad's cum tastes
like," I suddenly thought. "You're sick, dude," I laughed as I continued
cleaning myself up.

*****

It was a five-hour drive from our home to my grandpa's farm. The plan was
for me to work for him for the summer and then, if everything worked out,
live with him and grandma while I went to the state university near them. I
had mixed feelings about the whole thing. My dad's parents were great, when
we saw them for the holidays, but I'd hoped to do a lot of "experimenting"
in college. Living with my grandparents meant that I would probably have to
rethink that plan.

That's what I'd been thinking about when I fell asleep, all stretched out
in the back seat. Mom was rambling on about everything under the sun,
because once she gets started, it's hard to stop her. The good thing is
that she's so boring, it's easy to get to sleep, even in a moving car.

The next thing I knew, I was waking up in a motionless car. I sat up and
looked around. We were in a rest area. I saw that Mom was chatting away at
a picnic table with a woman who had several children running around and
yelling their heads off. I guessed she though my mother's nonsense was a
change of pace. I didn't see Dad, but I did feel my bladder complaining.

I got out of the car and slammed the door. Mom looked over at me and waved
without stopping her conversational flow. I gave a lame wave back and
headed into the men's room. "You in here, Dad?" I called out. No
response. I tend to get a little pee-shy in public, so rather than letting
my dick hang out at the urinal while I tried to relax and let it flow, I
headed to the cubicles. There was a regular one and a handicap one. I
slipped into the regular one and locked the door behind me.

I lifted the seat up, careful not to get piss on my hand, since the
previous occupant hadn't bothered. Then I undid my jeans, reached into my
boxer-briefs, and pulled out my cock and balls. I like to air the entire
set when I'm having a piss. I aimed with one hand and stood with my free
hand on my hips. I was desperate to go, and with the privacy of a cubicle,
it didn't take long for my piss to start splashing in the toilet. I grinned
as I aimed it at the side for a soft splashing sound and then aimed back in
the middle for a large splashing sound. The little things can be amusing
when you're bored.

As my piss stream was starting to dwindle, a movement caught my eye. I
looked to the left and saw a finger poking through a hole next to the
toilet paper dispenser. "What the...?" I muttered before I could stop
myself. The finger was crooked and beckoning me closer. I'd heard about
rest area gloryholes, but I figured it was just a joke. I flipped the last
few drops of piss off my dick and started to put it away.

Then I thought to myself, "Why not?" I turned toward the finger and rubbed
the head of my cock against it. A soft sigh escaped from the next cubicle
as the finger disappeared through the hole. I grinned when the tip of a
tongue suddenly pushed through the hole. I stepped closer and let the tip
of my dick rest on the tip of the tongue. I clenched my muscles and pushed
a couple final drops of piss out of my slit an onto his tongue. The guy let
out a moan.

He started pulling his tongue back through the hole, and I reflexively
stepped closer, pushing my cock through. And waited. It was a new
experience for me. I didn't have to wait long. Suddenly, I felt the head of
my dick engulfed in a warm, wet, gently sucking mouth. I gulped as my knees
gave way momentarily. My hands slapped hard against the divider as I tried
to stay standing.

The guy on the other side let out a mix of a moan and a laugh. He was
obviously proud of the effect he was having on me as he began to suck more
forcefully. He also encircled my shaft with his thumb and forefinger. I
could feel him tightening his grip as he slurped hungrily away on my
cock. Suddenly, he pulled back until only the head was still in his mouth,
and then he quickly pumped my shaft with his thumb and forefinger.

I let out a moan and thrust my hips against the divider, trying to drive my
dick back into his mouth. Again, the sucker let out a satisfied moan
combined with a laugh. But he did lean forward again and swallowed my cock
easily. I could feel the head buried in his tight throat for a moment
before he started frantically bobbing his head on my cock. Sliding his
tight lips up and down my saliva-slick shaft.

My cock felt better than it ever had in all my years of jacking it...and
with all the things I'd jacked on it and jacked it in. The real thing was
definitely the best. My hips started slamming against the divider. Pumping
my cock into the guy's mouth. I felt him swallow me whole, letting his
tonsils take the pounding my cock was giving.

I was out of control. Eager to blow my first nut in another guy's mouth. I
didn't care whose mouth it was. It was just a cock-sucking mouth, and I
wanted to give it what it was hungry for. For some reason, at that moment,
my brain suddenly wondered where my dad was and why I hadn't seen him
outside. In a flash, my brain pictured Dad on the other side of the divider
with his son's cock plunging in and out of his mouth.

"OH FUCK!" I growled with clenched teeth as my balls exploded and began
filling the guy's mouth with cum. My sick brain pictured Dad with my cum
oozing out around my cock and down his chin. My hips slammed my spewing
cock into the guy's mouth. I could feel all of my own hot jizz coating my
shaft. The guy moaned and slurped with obvious pleasure and appreciation as
I continued to shoot my hot, young seed into his hungry mouth.

"Oh shit," I finally panted when I had nothing left to feed him. I took a
couple deep breaths and then started to pull my dick back through the
hole. I could feel his mouth sucking on my spent cock. Not wanting to
release it. Wanting to keep every last drop I'd shot.

He sucked my shaft clean as it slid from his mouth. Again, an image flashed
through my head of Dad looking up at me with an open mouth full of cum. I
gulped and quickly shoved my spent cock into my jeans, zipped up, unlocked
the door, and dashed out of the cubicle. I paused only long enough to
quickly wash my hands, and then I hurried outside. I panicked at the
thought that it might actually be my dad who emerged from the handicap
cubicle.

When I got outside, though, I saw Dad standing by the car and yelling to
Mom that we had to get going. She was still chattering away at the stranger
and her children. "What took you so long?" he asked as I approached the
car.

"I didn't know you were waiting," I replied as I dove into the back seat.

Mom finally left the poor stranger alone and got in the car. "Where did you
get to?" Mom asked. Before I could reply, Dad said, "Just took a
walk. Chatted with a trucker about the traffic and if he'd seen any police
in this direction."

I barely paid attention. I was looking at the men's room. Just as Dad
pulled the car away from the curb, the door opened. A guy about the same
age as Dad stepped out. He was hot! I saw him lick his lips and smile
before giving our car a quick salute. He obviously guessed the load he'd
just swallowed came from someone in our car. I grinned as he walked across
to the woman with all of the kids.

It looked like she was chewing him out, probably because she'd had to
listen to whatever nonsense Mom had been spewing. I know the guy definitely
preferred what I'd been spewing. I kept looking as long as I could, trying
to memorize the face of the first man ever to swallow one of my loads. My
cock started getting hard again, knowing he wouldn't be the last.

*****

"Welcome! Welcome!" Gramps called as he stepped out onto the porch while we
were climbing out of the car.

"Hi, Dad!" my dad called, giving his father a wave.

"Hey, Joe," my mom said. I'm not sure why, but she always called Gramps by
his real name. "Where's Mary?"

"Getting a late lunch on the table, Suzie," Gramps replied. "She timed it
right, as usual. I'll never figure out how she does it, even after all
these years."

"You're a lucky man," Mom replied, giving him a quick peck on the cheek
before heading into the house.

"I sure am," Gramps called after her. "But don't tell Mary that!" he added
with a chuckle.

"She already knows it," Dad laughed as he carried his and Mom's bags onto
the porch.

"Welcome home," Gramps said.

Dad dropped the bags, and he and Gramps gave each other a big bear
hug. "Good to be home," Dad replied, giving Gramps a pat on the back.

"Hey, Gramps," I said, stepping onto the porch and heading into the house.

"Hey, Gramps?" he mocked me. "Is that all I get?" He released Dad and
grabbed me by the arm to spin me around and give me a big bear hug as
well. He had my arms pinned to my side, so there wasn't much I could do. He
just squeezed me tighter and swayed me around with an exaggerated hug like
he'd done ever since I was a little kid.

"I can't breathe," I finally moaned as I tried to pull away...mainly
because I could feel my cock starting to plump up. Being held in his tight
arms and pressed against his firm body was having an effect on me. I was a
bit shocked to discover that apparently my dad wasn't the only family
member I could fantasize about.

Gramps relaxed his hold but gripped me by the shoulders as I tried to step
back. "Let's have a look at you." He looked me up and down, while I held my
hands together in front of my crotch to block his view of the outline of my
semihard and still hardening cock in my jeans.

"A bit scrawny," Dad laughed.

"Don't worry about that," Gramps chuckled, "we'll put some meat and muscles
on those bones this summer."

"If farm work gets me in the shape you're in," I said, "I'm all for
it...Gramps." The last was said as a bit of a tease. He knew he was
anything other than your typical grandpa. He was only in his late fifties,
and he was pretty well defined from all of the work on the farm. Working
outside also gave him a nice, health-looking tan.

"Better not keep your grandma waiting," he said, then he turned me by the
shoulders and gave me a light push toward the door. Before I'd taken a
step, though, I felt him give my ass a hard slap. My cock throbbed!

"Watch it, old man," I laughed.

I could have sworn that he muttered, "I am." But when I looked over my
shoulder, Gramps had draped his arm over my Dad's shoulder and was giving
him another sideways hug. He saw me looking. "Well, what are you waiting
for? Better get inside and fill up. We've got plenty of chores to get to
this afternoon."

"Today?" I asked.

"Yes, today?" Gramps replied with a mocking whine. "Move it," he laughed
and gave me a quick kick in the butt with his boot.

*****

Grandma stuffed us with food while Mom chattered away in her usual nonstop
fashion. At the end of the meal, I was ready for a post-travel nap, but
Gramps had other ideas. Dad volunteered to help with the chores, but Gramps
said there was no use my getting used to having Dad's help when he was only
there for the weekend. "Might as well start pulling his own weight right
now," Gramps had concluded as he led me from the house.

By the time we were finished, I wasn't so sure whether I could keep up with
Gramps for the whole summer. He must have thought different, though,
because he praised my efforts when we were all back around the table for
dinner.

"Just don't overwork him," Dad warned, "like you sometimes did me."

"I never heard you complain," Gramps replied with a wink.

After dinner, we watched some television for a while, but the day really
had taken its toll on me. I finally yawned and then said, "I think I'll hit
the hay." I stood and crossed toward the stairs to go up to bed.

"Good idea," Gramps replied. "We have an early start in the morning. Guess
I might as well join you."

"What?" I asked, turning back to face the room as Gramps approached.

"Your parents get the guest room this weekend, so you're stuck sharing with
me," Gramps informed me.

I must have had an odd, questioning look on my face, because Gran chipped
in, "No need for all of us to get up at the crack of dawn."

"What about breakfast?" I asked stupidly.

"We'll manage," Gramps assured me as he took me by the shoulders and turned
me toward the stairs. "Now git," he added, giving me another hard swat on
the ass.

"Watch it, old man," I laughed again as I started up the stairs.

"Who you callin' old?" he asked, charging up the stairs after me.

"Don't go breaking things, boys!" Gran called.

Gramps caught up as I darted into his bedroom. He did an almost flying
tackle and we ended up on the bed. We wrestled for a little while until he
had me firmly pinned face down and was sitting on my ass. "Who you callin'
old?" he puffed.

"Not you," I assured him with a laugh.

"That's better," he said, relaxing and rolling off to stretch out beside
me. I stayed on my stomach, mainly to hide the hardon that wrestling with
Gramps had given me.

"I've been looking forward to having you here for the summer," he finally
said without looking at me.

"Me too," I assured him as he sat up on the edge of the bed, turned on the
lamp on his side of the bed, kicked off his boots, and started to take off
his shirt.

Initially, I just sat there watching Gramps get undressed. I almost drooled
when I looked in the mirror and saw his chest covered in black hair with a
few random gray hairs thrown in for variety. His broad shoulders were well
muscled from all the farm work. And when he stood up to shuck off his
jeans, I noticed how firm his ass was when he bent over to pick up the
jeans and throw them on a chair.

"I thought you were sleepy," he said when he turned to face me.

"I am," I assured him after a gulp as I looked at him standing there in
nothing but a pair of baggy plaid boxers.

"Then get your ass in gear," he laughed as he climbed into bed and pulled
the blanket over himself.

I quickly turned on the lamp on my side of the bed and mumbled, "Yeah,
sure." Then I started to undress. I'd brought along some pajamas for
sleeping, but that seemed excessive if Gramps was just going to wear his
underwear.

"We definitely need to get some meat and muscle on those bones," Gramps
chuckled as I pulled my T-shirt off and then stooped to take off my jeans.

"What's wrong with this physique?" I asked, striking some mock bodybuilder
poses in my boxer briefs.

"Well, it looks like there's one muscle that doesn't need much building,"
Gramps chuckled as he rolled over and got ready for sleep.

That's when I realized that I was still semi hard from our wrestling. I
looked down and saw the obvious tent in my briefs. I don't know how I had
the nerve, but I replied, "Well, if you've got it, flaunt it."

Gramps chuckled and said, "Get you skinny ass in bed." Then he reached out
and turned off the lamp on his nightstand.

I climbed in bed and pulled the blankets over me. I reached over and turned
the lamp back off. "Good night, Gramps."

"Good night, Charlie," he replied.

*****

It took me forever to get to sleep. I just laid there in bed with moonlight
pouring through the window. I listened to Gramps' breathing, which grew
steadier and shallower. It didn't take him long to fall asleep. But then he
probably wasn't thinking about sex, like I was. I couldn't shut off my
brain. First, I'd fantasized about Dad that morning and then Gramps that
night. What the fuck?

I'd known for a long time that I was gay. I'd just never done anything
about it until the rest area that afternoon. And suddenly I was having
pervy thoughts about my own dad and grandpa...and the more I thought, the
harder my cock got. I desperately wanted to throw back the covers and jack
off. But I didn't know if Gramps was a sound sleeper or not, and it didn't
seem like a good risk. So, I tried to focus on something else. Counting
sheep. Thinking about the movie we'd watched on the television. Slowly, I
began to calm down and my cock started to get soft again. As it did, my own
breathing seemed to grow steadier and more relaxed.

*****

I don't know how long that whole process of getting to sleep took, and I
don't know how long I managed to stay asleep. I just know that when I woke
up, there was still moonlight filling the room, so the night wasn't over. I
punched up the pillow and rolled over to my other side...facing Gramps. My
mouth dropped open...and my cock popped hard.

He'd tossed off the blankets at some point, so his entire body was fully
illuminated by the glowing moon. Just another chance to look at his hairy,
muscular chest wouldn't have been enough to get the effect it had. No, it
was the fact that his cock was sticking out through the fly of his
boxers. And not just sticking out. Protruding. Hard.

I licked my lips and gulped. My heart started racing as I realized that
Gramps was uncut. I'd seen pictures of uncut cocks and thought they were a
big turnon, maybe because of their apparent rarity. But there was one in
the flesh, so to speak, right before my eyes. The hood was pulled taut over
the engorged head with only the piss slit peeking out. The shaft wasn't
overly long...but long enough, I chuckled to myself. It was definitely on
the thick side.

I looked up at Gramps' face, but it just showed a peaceful, sleeping
state. I let my eyes trail down over his body. I noted the hard nipples
peeking out of the fur on his chest. I noticed the gentle rise and fall of
his belly as he breathed. I noticed a bead of precum glistening in the
moonlight on the tip of his dick, which suddenly bounced with a muscle
contraction. My eyes shot back up to his face, but it hadn't changed.

I was mesmerized as the bead of precum seemed to grow and then, feeling the
force of gravity, start to stretch out. The large bead slowly drooped as
the thread joining it to Gramps' dick thinned out. Just as it looked like
the precum was going to drop onto Gramps' boxers, my hand darted out of its
own free will and caught the drop on my index finger. I froze. What was I
doing?!

I glanced back up at Gramps' unchanged face. Then, I carefully lifted my
finger to catch as much of the remaining strand as I could without touching
his dick. I then brought the finger under my nose. I didn't really smell
anything, but I couldn't stop wondering how it tasted. Staring at Gramps'
innocent sleeping face, I stuck the precum-covered finger between my lips
and sucked it clean. The sweet nectar was intoxicating. And I knew I would
never look at Gramps again in the same way I had before.

His cock flexed again, drawing my attention back down his body. I knew it
was wrong, but I wanted to feel it. I wanted to hold it. As gently as I
could, I placed my palm under the shaft and then just lifted my hand slowly
until my grandpa's cock was gently resting on my palm. It felt warmer than
I was expecting. It felt silkier than I was expecting. That was the instant
when I discovered that holding another man's cock was a completely
different experience from holding my own cock.

It suddenly jumped in my hand and I reflexively tightened my grip when it
slapped back down in my palm. Gramps let out a soft groan and adjusted
slightly. I looked up, but his eyes were still closed. I tried to calm
myself...but I didn't relax my grip on Gramps' shaft. It felt so good to be
holding it, and without really thinking, I started slowly sliding my hand
toward the head. I saw all that velvety foreskin engulfing the head. As
soon as my hand reached the end, I gently started pulling back down,
tugging the foreskin back off the head and bunching it under the crown. I
watched as another bead of precum oozed out.

With one hand full and the other not in an easy position to get what I
wanted, I leaned forward and stuck out my tongue...and waited for the
precum to drip onto it. When it took too long, I tightened my grip slightly
and slid my hand back up Gramps' shaft. Before the foreskin could engulf
the head, the bead of precum finally grew and oozed down onto my tongue. I
tasted it instantly and licked upward to catch the rest. Gramps grunted
when my tongue accidentally licked the head of his cock. He let out a soft
moan when I licked it again, not so accidentally.

After another quick glance at his sleeping face, I grew bolder and licked
the oozing slit with more purpose. I was hooked on Gramps' precum, and I
wanted more. I began slowly stroking his shaft. Up and
down. Slowly. Firmly. But gently at the same time. Trying to work out more
of that delicious clear, sweet nectar. My heart was racing as I continued
to get small samples. I wanted more. I continued stroking Gramps' cock. In
my eagerness, I unconsciously increased my grip and my pace. Nothing crazy,
just steady and persistent.

Gramps groaned again and repositioned himself slightly, giving his cock a
sharp thrust through my fist. I glanced up and saw him roll his head from
side to side, but his eyes were still closed. I felt him thrust into my
fist again as a soft almost whimper slipped between his lips. I looked at
his cock and could have sworn it was getting harder. Growing in the
moonlight. Glistening. Engorged. Gramps let out another grunt and a thrust,
and I could feel his cock throb. Throb. Pulse. Flex. Thrust.

I'd jerked off enough to know that he was getting close. I was sure Gramps
was going to shoot a load. In his sleep! I was going to see my grandpa
cum...while I held his throbbing, pulsing, heat-radiating shaft. And then I
panicked. What if he woke up? What if he woke up with cum all over him?
What? What? What?

Gramps let out a low growl, and I acted without thinking. In a flash, I
positioned my open mouth at the tip of Gramps' cock. Just as I closed my
lips around the head, I felt the shaft pulse and the back of my throat was
hit with a hard shot of exploding cum. Gramps grunted again, and another
load of jizz shot into my mouth. I gulped as fast as I could, trying to
keep up with the flood. Trying not to spill a tell-tale drop. Trying to
savor what I could before I had to swallow to make room for more.

The grunts gradually turned to moans that turned to sighs as more grandpa
cum oozed into my mouth. I let the last shots fill me up as I stroked the
shaft firmly to force out every drop. The pungent, tangy taste was
different from the sweet precum, but all I cared about was that I'd just
swallowed my first load of man cream, and it was my own grandpa's! I gently
sucked him dry and then licked him clean.

By the time I finished, his breathing was slow and steady again. I looked
as closely as I could in the moonlight to make sure I hadn't missed
anything. I thought about trying to get his dick back in his boxers, but
thought it would be more fun to leave it out where I found it. I just
pulled the sheet back up over us and rolled over on my side facing away
from Gramps.

I eventually fell back asleep as I savored the tasted of my own grandpa's
cum that still seemed to be overwhelming my mouth. This was definitely
going to be an interesting summer!

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