Date: Tue, 17 Nov 2020 02:09:19 +0000 (UTC) From: Hot for Dads Subject: Summer with Gramps, Part 11 (gay/incest) This is adult FICTION. It is not intended to encourage or condone any similar activities in the real world. It is merely 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! SUMMER WITH GRAMPS PART 11 It was quite a shock when I walked out of the barn one evening after chores and saw Dad getting out of his car. I ran across the yard and threw my arms around him and gave him a huge hug. He held me just as tight and swung me around in a circle. I couldn't resist... I planted my lips on his for a hungry kiss. His lips parted eagerly and our tongues slid past each other. The instant I tasted that unmistakable salty, tangy flavor, I pulled back and grinned. "Someone stopped at a rest area." "Yep," he grinned back, "and got a nice big load of trucker cum for my efforts." "Mmmm," I moaned as I kissed him again and savored the taste of his cummy saliva. Suddenly, he pulled back and asked quickly, "Where's your grandma?" "In town for groceries," I replied. "Just me and Gramps and the chores." "Then what are you doing out here?" Dad asked with a grin. "Gramps already dropped his load in my ass," I laughed. "Chores are done." "That's what you think," Dad replied, grabbing my hand and dragging me into the house. When we reached my room, Dad slammed the door behind us and started fumbling with the buttons on his shirt as we kissed eagerly. "I've missed you," I panted as we parted long enough for me to pull off my T-shirt. "From what I hear, you haven't had much time for missing me," Dad laughed before kissing me again as he pulled of his shirt and dropped it on the floor. "Who's been talking?" I laughed as I stepped back enough to unbuckle Dad's belt and then undo his jeans. "Gramps gives me regular late-night calls to report on your behavior," Dad replied as he kicked off his sneakers and then pushed his jeans down to his ankles. As he straightened up, he licked my body from my belly button to my throat. "Sounds like you've been a naughty boy," he whispered as he fumbled with the button and zipper on my jeans. "I've shot quite a few loads while Gramps tells me about your adventures." "And he doesn't know the half of it," I laughed. "Yeah, Gramps figures you've been keeping a few things from him," Dad replied as he pushed my jeans down and exposed my cock. He stepped out of his own jeans and then sank to his knees. "But you can tell Daddy all about it," he smiled up at me before he opened his mouth and slid his lips over the head of my cock. "You keep that up, and I'll tell you anything you want to know," I moaned as Dad slowly slid his mouth up and down my cock. Teasing with his tongue. Gripping with his lips. Swallowing my sweet oozing precum. Dad pulled off of my cock but continued slowly stroking my spit-slick shaft. "Tell Daddy all about the Geary clan," he said with a smile. "Gramps is so horny at the thought of what you've been getting up to over there." "Horny's the way I like him," I replied. "You won't tell him?" Dad thought for a second as his slick fist continued working my cock. "I don't generally keep secrets from Dad," he finally said, "but for you... I'll try." "You fucker," I laughed. "I guess that will have to do. I'm dying to tell someone." "That's a good boy," Dad grinned, and then he swallowed my cock. I proceeded to tell Dad all about my Geary adventures. How I'd seduced the old man by mistake. How he got off on calling my Paulie while he fucked me. How Paul fucked me right off when he came to visit. And how I'd managed to get Mr. Geary and Paul to start fucking. The farther along the story got, the more aggressive Dad got with my cock. He was definitely turned on by the story. He sucked my dick hungrily. He squeezed my balls eagerly. He swallowed my drooling precum passionately. And all the while, he was stroking away on his own hard, oozing cock. "You like my story, Dad?" I asked innocently when I'd finished. He pulled off of my cock and gasped for air. "God, you're one hot fucker," he finally panted. "I'm so proud of you. Now turn around." "What?" I asked, caught off guard. Dad quickly spun me around and bent me over the end of the bed. Before I knew it, I felt his hands spreading my butt cheeks apart. "I'm so hungry," he growled, then he thrust his face up to my ass and his tongue quickly worked its way into my asshole. "Mmmmmm," he groaned as he tasted my butt juices and Gramps' cum. The bedroom door opened, and Gramps joined us. "I thought that was your car out front," he laughed. Dad pulled his tongue out of my ass long enough to say, "Hi, Dad." Then he was feasting again. "Don't let me interrupt you," Gramps laughed as he started to undress. "I made a large deposit up there recently, so I know you have your mouth full." "I told him," I laughed. "What else have you told him?" Gramps asked slyly as he sat naked in the chair by the closet and began to fondle his cock while he watched his son eat his grandson's ass. "Not much," I laughed. "Not much?" Gramps laughed back. "He sure seems worked up for 'not much'"! "Just glad to see me, I guess." I moaned as Dad continued exploring my hole with his tongue and reached between my legs to grab my balls. "If I didn't know better," Gramps said coyly, "I'd guess you've been telling him the Geary stories you've been keeping from me." I hesitated. I didn't want to outright lie to Gramps, but I didn't want to tell him the truth either. I enjoyed having my secret, especially since he didn't really like Mr. Geary. "That's what I thought," he finally said as his cock continued to grow. Dad came up for air long enough to say, "Let him alone, Dad." "I'll make a deal with you, Charlie," Gramps said, ignoring his son. "You tell me all about what you've been getting up to over at Old Man Geary's place...and I'll let you fuck my ass like you've been wanting all summer." "Really?!" I asked, nearly giving myself whiplash as I twisted my neck to look over my shoulder at him. "If the story is worth it," Gramps said coyly. "It's worth it," Dad laughed, as he started fingering my hole. I moaned as his fingers dipped in deeper than his tongue had. "Let me fuck you first," I bargained, "and then I'll tell you." "I wasn't born yesterday," Gramps laughed. "Take it or leave it," I replied. Gramps continued stroking his rock-hard cock with one hand, then he lifted up his ass from the chair and slid his other hand under his balls. "Mmmmmm," he sighed, and it was obvious that he'd slid a finger or two into his asshole as he considered my proposal. "Definitely worth it, Gramps," my dad said. "You won't be sorry. But make up your mind fast, because if you don't want his cock, I do. That drive made me horny!" "I can take care of that," Gramps laughed, waving his cock at Dad. "Your ass first," I said as Dad continued eating me. I was also slowly stroking my cock in anticipation. Gramps finally grinned and said, "Well, I guess you've earned it." "Fuck yeah!" I yelled eagerly. "But it better be a damn good story," Gramps warned. "If it isn't, you can fuck me as hard as you want," Dad laughed at Gramps. "I'll fuck you both hard, if it's not a damn good story," Gramps laughed. "Promises, promises," I joked. "You got any lube in here?" Gramps asked innocently. "Or have you used it all jacking off?" "Keeping my ass ready for your dick, more likely," I replied. "Have you been fucking my boy?" Dad asked with mock shock. "No more than he deserves," Gramps assured him. "I'm jealous," Dad replied with a mock pouty lip. Gramps groaned as he pulled his fingers out of his ass and stood up. "Don't worry, Son," Gramps grinned as he crossed to the bed, "your ass has had more of my cum than this young whippersnapper is ever likely to get." "We'll see about that," I replied, "but now it's time for your first grandson load." "How do you want me?" Gramps asked. "Lubed and horny," I laughed. "That goes without saying," Gramps replied as he found the lube in my nightstand and started working a good amount into his hole. "Oh yeah, that feels about right," he finally said. "Want me to test and make sure?" Dad asked. "No, it's all Charlie's," Gramps said. "A deal is a deal." "On your back, then," I said eagerly. "I wanna see your face when my cock slides up your ass for the first time." "First time? Your boy has some nerve," Gramps laughed. "I wonder where he gets it from," Dad grinned. "Okay, Charlie," Gramps said as he got comfortable on the bed and then grabbed his knees and pulled them to his chest. "Come and get it." I quickly hopped on the bed and was kneeling with my dick at Gramps' backdoor in no time. I felt the bed shift and looked over to see Dad climbing in the bed with us. He inched up behind me, wrapped his arms around me, and kissed the back of my neck. "You're the best son," he whispered in my ear. "Are you gonna fuck me or not?" Gramps asked gruffly. "I ain't got all night." "No, just till Gran gets home," I laughed. "Too fucking right," he replied, "and you might not get a chance to finish if you don't do it now." "Can't have that, Son," Dad whispered as he reached down and gripped my cock to guide it to his dad's asshole. I could feel Dad's hard cock nestling in my ass crack as he nudged me forward. "That's it, boy," Gramps growled when the head of my dick finally pressed against his pucker. "The promised land," he grinned. "It sure is," I agreed as Dad continued guiding my cock and it slid into Gramps' ass with surprising ease. "Damn, Gramps," I grunted. "You're so loose," I added with genuine surprise. "Oh, you want it tight?" he asked innocently, and I suddenly felt his hole clamp down tight on my shaft. "Fuck," I grunted, caught completely off guard. "That's the idea," Gramps winked. "Now show me what you've got." "You'll like what he's got," Dad said as my shaft slid through his fingers and deeper into Gramps' ass. "It's a good start," Gramps grinned. "It feels so good," I panted as his tight wet hole engulfed my entire cock. "Oh, Gramps," I sighed. "You've earned it, Charlie," he moaned as I bottomed out, pressing Dad's open hand between my belly and his dad's ass. "Oh fuck," Dad moaned in my ear as his rigid cock slowly slid up and down my crack. "I'm glad I could be here the first time my son fucked his grandpa." "Me too," I sighed, twisting my head to the side for a partial kiss with Dad, who then licked my ear and down my neck. "Well, what are you waiting for?" Gramps grumbled. "Go for it, Son," Dad whispered before giving me a gentle bite on the shoulder. I slowly slid my cock out of Gramps' ass, feeling the shaft slide between Dad's fingers as my own ass pressed back against his cock. Then I gently slid my dick forward through Dad's fingers and into Gramps' ass. Dad pushed his hips forward to keep his cock nestled in my crack. "We haven't got all day," Gramps grumbled again. "Show him what you've got, Charlie," Dad said as he pulled his hand from between me and Gramps and gently grabbed my hips with both hands. "You sure?" I asked Gramps. "I can take it," he grinned. "He definitely can," Dad agreed. "Okay, then," I said as I put my hands on the back of Gramps thighs to balance myself and he slid his hands to his ankles to hold his legs for me. "Here we go," I warned as I pulled out and then pushed back in. Out. In. Out. In. Gaining speed with every thrust. "That's more like it," Gramps grunted as my cock continued plunging into his guts. "That's it, Charlie. Fuck Gramps. Fuck him good. He needs your young cock." The more Gramps talked, the hotter I got. Fucked him faster and faster. Deeper. Thrusting. "Fuck that ass, Son," Dad grunted as my own ass pushed back on his shaft every time I pulled my cock out of Gramps. "So proud of you." "Almost as good as your first time," Gramps grunted at Dad. "I didn't know it was a competition," I laughed, pounding Gramps' ass harder and faster. Driving as deep as I could. My balls smacking against his ass with every thrust. "Oh yeah, that's better, Charlie," Gramps moaned. "Just how I like it. You've got competition now, Marty." "Fuck that," Dad growled, and I felt his hand brush against my butt cheeks. Suddenly, instead of having the shaft sliding up and down my crack, I could feel the head of Dad's cock working its way down, leaving a trail of slick precum as it searched for my hole. "Let me in, Son," Dad panted eagerly. I leaned forward as much as I could. Gramps groaned as the shift drove my dick deeper into his ass. "You gonna fuck your boy?" Gramps asked, already having a good idea of the answer. "Can't help myself," Dad mumbled as the head of his cock finally found my pucker. "Then don't try," I replied. "Get that daddy dick in your son's ass now," I ordered. "Oh fuck, Charlie," Dad moaned as the head of his cock popped into my ass. "Oh yeah," I moaned, wanting more. "Deeper." "Oh, Son," Dad sighed as his meat slid farther and farther into me until he had me fully impaled on his cock and was pressing my dick even deeper into Gramps. "Never was a closer family," Gramps laughed. "Now, let's have some action." "You don't have to tell me twice," Dad replied as he started fucking my ass in a steady rhythm. Pulling out. Thrusting in. Pulling out. Thrusting in. Pulling out. Every thrust made my own cock pump into Gramps, but he wanted more. "Come on, Charlie. Fuck me like a man. Don't just let it lay there," Gramps ordered. Dad slowed and pulled his cock out so only the head was still inside me. "You're in charge, Son," he said. But I wasn't quite in charge yet. Dad gripped my hips tightly and pulled my ass back onto his cock as my own dick was pulled nearly all the way out of Gramps. Then Dad pushed my hips forward, sliding me off of his cock and deep into Gramps again. "That's it, boys," Gramps groaned. Dad pulled me back onto his dick again and then pushed me into Gramps again. As I started to flex my hips on my own, Dad loosened his grip but didn't let go. "I think he's getting the hang of it now," Dad laughed. "He sure is," Gramps grunted. "That's it, Charlie. It's what you've wanted all summer. Fuck your grandpa, boy!" "Being the middle of a fuck-sandwich with my dad and grandpa is so fucking hot," I panted as I eagerly fucked forward into Gramps and back onto Dad. Faster and faster. Really working my hips. Building up friction at both sides. Starting to work up a sweat. "That's my boy," Dad whispered in my ear as he ran his hands up and down my sides and my back. "Right where you belong." "I never...thought...so...fucking hot," I panted. Thrusting forward and back. Working my cock in Gramps' ass and my ass on Dad's cock. Faster and faster. "It was only a matter of time," Gramps grunted, "in this family." "When you were ready," Dad added. "Oh, I'm ready," I assured them both. "This is better than any fantasy I ever had. I can't believe I didn't want this before." "You just had to grow into it," Gramps laughed, "and it sure feels like you've grown." "I'm not sure how much...longer...I can...last," I grunted. "Don't hold back," Gramps ordered. "You've earned it. You're a hard worker." "Breed your grandpa," Dad hissed in my ear. "Shoot that hot teen cum up my ass," Gramps growled. "I've wanted it all summer." "Really?" I asked, shocked at the revelation and thrown a little off my rhythm. Dad gripped my hips to steady my pace again and hissed, "Shoot that load, Charlie." "Oh, Gramps," I moaned, gripping the backs of his thighs tighter. "Do it, Charlie," Gramps ordered. "Fuck a load into my ass." "I'm gonna...I'm gonna...I'm gonna CUM!" I finally yelled. "Breed him, Charlie!" Dad hissed in my ear. "SHOOT THAT LOAD, BOY!" Gramps roared. "FUCK!" I yelled as I thrust my dick into Gramps' ass. "I'M CUMMING!" My balls tightened up. My cock started throbbing. My entire body tensed. "FUCK!" I roared as my cock exploded and shot my hot cum deep into Gramps. "FUCK!" Dad echoed in my ear, and I felt his grip tighten on my hips and then his cock spasming in my ass. "SHOOT THOSE LOADS, BOYS!" Gramps laughed. "GRAMPS!" I yelled, pumping load after load after load of jizz into him. "I'M DOING IT, DAD!" my dad called to his dad, as he thrust more and more cum into my ass. "ADDING MY CUM TO YOURS!" "Charlie is a good cum dump," Gramps laughed. "Pretty good cum dumper, too, by the feel of it," he added, clenching his ass on my still-spasming cock. "God, that was good," I panted. "World class, Son," Dad said as he leaned against my back and wrapped his arms around me. "Now, tell me about Old Man Geary," Gramps said casually. Dad and I started laughing and collapsed forward onto Gramps. "FUCK!" he yelled. "Old man under the pile." "Sorry, Dad," my dad replied as he reluctantly pulled his spent cock out of me and rolled off to the side. "Sorry, Gramps," I echoed as I pulled my deflating dick out of Gramps and rolled off to the other side. "That's better," Gramps said as Dad and I snuggled up on either side of him. Dad took Gramps' hard dick in hand and started slowly stroking it. I started gently caressing Gramps' balls. "Definitely better," Gramps said, kissing each of us on top of the head in turn. And then I started telling my story about Old Man Geary and his son again... ***** By the time I was finished with the Geary story, Gramps' belly and chest were covered in his own cum and he was panting with satisfaction. "I knew that Bible-thumper was just as perverted as the rest of us," he laughed. "Speak for yourself," Dad laughed as he leaned in to lick up some of his own dad's cum. "Yeah," I agreed with mock indignation as I leaned in to lick up some of my own grandpa's cum. "I'm one lucky man," Gramps laughed as he ruffled our hair. We all froze when a door suddenly slammed. "Shit, Mom's home," Dad hissed with a look of panic on his face...along with some cum. "Can't be," Gramps replied casually. "Too early." "Is that Marty's car out front?" Hank yelled, and we all started laughing. "IN CHARLIE'S ROOM!" Gramps called out as Dad and I smiled and went back to licking up Gramps' cum. I eventually heard the door open, then Hank said, "Why am I not surprised?" "Because many a time it was you, me, and Marty in this position," Gramps laughed. "Too true," Hank laughed back. "Looks like I'm too late for the party this time," he added while massaging his crotch. "I have a hole that still hasn't been used, Hank," Dad said, slapping his own ass. "Will it do?" "It always has," Gramps chuckled. Hank grinned eagerly but then paused and looked at me. "Okay, Charlie?" Dad and Gramps both gave me a surprised and honestly quizzical look, but I ignored them. "Sure," I said casually, "since mine's a little full at the moment." "Can't ever be too full," Gramps assured me, "ruffling my hair again." "But mine's running on empty," Dad objected with a laugh. "Can't have that," Hank replied as he started to undress. When he was naked and sporting all of his hard glory, he walked over to Dad's side of the bed. Hank gave me one more inquisitive raised eyebrow and I nodded my approval...while my heart was beating a million miles a minute at the thought that he cared what I thought about him fucking my dad instead of me. "Damn, I thought you were ready," Hank said with some surprise. "Oh, sorry, forgot in all the excitement," Dad laughed. "Hand him the lube, Charlie." I retrieved the lube from the nightstand and held it out across Gramps and Dad. Hank reached out to take it, and his fingers caressed my hand momentarily before he took the lube from me. While Hank and Dad were preoccupied with getting Dad's ass ready for a fucking, Gramps gripped my hair and tilted my face to look up at him. He studied me intensely and then raised a questioning eyebrow of his own. I don't know if it's possible for a guy who's just had sex with his dad and grandpa to blush, but I must have done something, because Gramps just grinned and said softly, "Well, I'll be." "Oh yeah, Hank," Dad moaned, "It's been too long." Gramps released my hair and I gave his nipple a gentle suck while watching the look of ecstasy on Dad's face as he took my Hank's cock up his ass. I slid my hand over Gramps' cummy belly and found Dad's hand. We laced our fingers tightly, stickily together as Hank's fucking motion gently filled Dad with cock and rocked the bed. Gramps and I watched Hank gently fuck Dad for quite a while. We were both spent, so it was relaxing just to watch the two of them enjoying each other. Finally, though, Gramps said, "Don't take all day, Hank. Mary could be home at any minute." "So what else is new?" Hank laughed, but with a grunt from him and a moan from Dad, the bed started shaking with a little more urgency. I watched as Hank finally ran a hand down Dad's arms and found our hands joined together. He just twined his fingers among ours and continued driving his meat into Dad's ass. Gramps dipped his head down and whispered in my ear, "I think you have some more stories to tell me, Charlie." When he felt my cock throb against his thigh in response, he just gave me a wink and turned his attention back to Dad and Hank. "Tight as ever, Marty," Hank finally moaned. "Doesn't get near enough use," Dad moaned in reply. "Would if you lived around here," Hank panted. "Don't make promises you can't keep," Dad replied. "What's that supposed to mean?" Gramps ask, quickly grabbing the clue. "Only... Oh god," Dad moaned as he continued taking Hank's cock. "Only it looks like I need a place to stay." "And what's that supposed to mean?" Gramps persisted, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw his cock stiffening in anticipation. "Means Suzie and I are splitting up," Dad groaned. "What?!" I couldn't help myself. "You and Mom?" I was honestly surprised. Okay, probably too surprised considering the circumstances of the revelation, but she was still my mother. "I'm sorry, Son," Dad replied. "No, don't stop, Hank, please," he begged as the bed stopped shifting. "You sure?" Hank asked. "I really need it," Dad assured him. "Fuck me, Hank." And silently, the bed started shifting again as Hank resumed giving Dad the cock he craved. "I'm sorry, Charlie. It's just that this summer without you, we realized there was nothing else holding us together." I didn't know what to say, and I felt a little guilty for leaving them alone to make the discovery. "How is Suzie taking it?" Gramps asked warily. "It was her idea!" Dad replied with a smile. "Turns out she's been having an affair with some guy from work for more than a year now." "What?!" Again, I couldn't help myself. I'd thought Dad was the only parent who could surprise me. "How did that gab-fest of a woman ever keep that secret?" Gramps asked. Dad ignored the question and said, "He's asked her to marry him." "Stupid fucker," Gramps grumbled. "Thanks a lot, Dad," my dad replied. Trying to keep the mood light, I said, "So, I'll have a stepdad to fuck too?" "You should be so lucky," Dad laughed. "He is pretty hot, though." Dad let out a grunt and then added, "But not as hot as you, Hank." "I was beginning to wonder if you remembered I was still here," Hank replied. "Kind of hard to forget a cock up your ass," Dad laughed. "Especially when it feels so good." "You move back in here," Gramps said, "and your ass is gonna feel good a lot." "You're okay with it, then?" Dad asked. "You know you're always welcome here," Gramps assured him. "And well cum," I added with a laugh. "Guess that means you can take over the chores when I go to college." "I thought I already was," Dad grinned. "Yeah, that's it, Hank." "Just about it," Hank assured him. "Almost there." "Don't keep me waiting, then," Dad begged. "I need some cum up my ass now." "You heard my boy," Gramps growled. "Yes, sir," Hank grunted. "Almost..." "Fill my boy's ass," Gramps egged him on. "So close," Hank grunted. "Breed my daddy," I called. "OH FUCK, CHARLIE!" Hank roared with sudden surprise. "I'M CUMMING!" he yelled as he gripped our entwined fingers tighter." "SHOOT YOUR LOAD, HANK!" I cheered. "CUMMING, CHARLIE!" Hank grunted. "OH FUCK!" "Don't stop," Dad begged. "Fill me with cum." "COULDN'T...STOP...IF...I...WANTED...TO!" I could feel Hank squeezing our hands with every thrust of his hips and every shot of his cum into Dad's ass. "That's it," Dad moaned. "Been too long." Hank let out a huge, satisfied sigh and then said, "Well, just let me know when you need some more." "Definitely," Dad sighed. "Definitely." "Don't forget to save some for me," I teased. Hank raised up and gave me an awe-shucks grin with a slight shrug before settling back out of sight behind Dad. ***** Hank leaned out of his truck window and gave me a quick kiss. "See you later?" he asked, with a nervous glance at Dad and Gramps watching us from the porch. "I'll come over after dinner," I said, resting my hands on the window. "We need to talk," he said mysteriously, placing a hand on top of mine. "Not just fuck?" I asked, trying to laugh it off as my heart started racing. "I never said we couldn't do both," he replied, then he reached up and grabbed my head to pull me into another kiss. When I finally stepped back from the truck, I was breathless and my jeans were filled with my obvious hardon. "You sure know how to push my buttons." "Look who's talking," Hank replied with a nervous smile. Then he quickly broke into a huge grin and waved at Gramps and Dad. "Later, Sweetie," he whispered to me. My heart did a flip. He'd never called me that before. "Later, Dad," I replied with a wink. "Jesus fuck. Do we need to go back inside right now?" he asked. Before I could reply, Gran drove up and got out of her car. "Marty! What are you doing here? Come give me a hand with the groceries. You staying to dinner, Hank?" "Thanks, but no. Just leaving. I gotta get home." "Come any time," Gran said as Dad arrived to help her unload the groceries. "Will do," Hank replied as he put his truck into gear. "Later," he whispered to me. "Later," I replied with a nervous smile. "Marty has some news for you," Gramps called cheerfully before disappearing into the house. "What news?" Gran asked. "Let's get these groceries inside first," Dad said as he grabbed some bags. "Help your grandma, Charlie," he ordered as he passed me and headed into the house. One more person to take orders from. I was beginning to think it was a good thing that summer was almost over. ***** Gran made a big deal over Dad and the separation, but I'm sure she was really as happy about it as Gramps was, but for completely different reasons. Since I was heading off to college soon, it really didn't bother me one way or the other. I just wanted my parents to be happy, whatever that involved. "Where are you going?" Gran asked after dinner when she saw me heading toward the door with my backpack. "Uh, over to Hank's place," I replied. "Why? It's too late for chores now," she responded logically. "With Dad here, Hank said I could sleep over at his place. More room for everyone." "Mighty decent of him," Gramps said with a knowing smile. "Be back in time for the morning chores," Dad ordered. "Will do. Night, Gran." I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and dashed out the door. "You'll spoil that boy," I heard her lecturing Dad and Gramps. "We'll keep him in hand," Gramps assured her as I headed off to Hank's place. ***** "I was beginning to think you weren't coming," Hank said as he opened the door. He was wearing jeans but nothing else. No shirt. No shoes. But I hoped there would be plenty of service. "Gran didn't want me to come at all," I said as he stepped aside so I could enter the house. "Unlike Joe, who would like you to cum all the time," Hank joked as he closed the door. "Something like that," I laughed. Before I knew it, I was wrapped in Hank's strong arms and receiving the gentlest but most passionate kiss he'd ever given me. I felt weak all over by the time he released me. "I'm glad you're here," he whispered. "So am I," I said, taking his hands in mine and leaning in for another kiss. No tongues. No slobber. Just his firm lips pressed against mine. Feeling the tender passion. The heat of his flesh on mine. "About earlier," Hank started softly after he broke the kiss and began to lead me to the living room. "It was fun," I replied casually. "You're dad and I... Well, we've been playing for a long time. It's a habit. I enjoy it." "I understand," I said. "You don't need to explain to me." "I do," Hank countered as he sat on the sofa and pulled me down on top of him. "Because, in spite of all my best efforts, you've become more than just a habit with me this summer." "What are you saying?" I asked with a little trepidation. "I'm saying I love you, you brat, like I never thought I would ever love anyone. Like I never wanted to love anyone." "Oh," I replied, at a loss how to respond to the firm declaration I'd been longing to hear all summer. "My heart skips a beat every time I see you. My hands get sweaty at the thought of touching you. I jack off every night wishing I was inside of you." "Or I was inside of you," I laughed nervously. "Either way works for me, as long as it's you," Hank replied. "I know it's crazy. I'm as old as your dad. You could be my son if I had one. And you're going off to school soon, so I'm not even--" I couldn't contain my excitement any longer. I wrapped my arms around Hank's neck and kissed him to stop the flow of words. Words about tomorrow and what might or might not be. All I wanted was that moment. My tongue finally ventured between his lips and he opened up to me. Let me slide into him. I tasted his saliva. Felt the roughness of his tongue on mine. Hank moaned into my mouth as he slid his hands under the back of my T-shirt and worked his fingers into the back of my jeans. I inhaled to allow him more room, and he pushed his hands deeper until they were cupping my butt cheeks. As our tongues continued exploring and the hot breath flowed between us, Hank began to knead my butt and grind his crotch against mine. "You do something to me no one else ever has," Hand sighed when our lips parted and he rolled his cheek against mine. "From the moment I saw you," I whispered, "you're all I've ever wanted." "Along with Joe and your Dad and the Walkers and the Gearys," he chuckled. "The Gearys?" I asked with a little surprise. "Just guessing. Am I wrong?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. "Well," I smiled, "you didn't hear it from me, but..." "You are one hot guy. What do you want with an old guy like me?" Hank asked, and I could see that he was serious. "Just to love you," I replied, nestling my head in the crook of his neck. "Shit, we're fucked, Sweetie," he sighed as he rubbed his cheek on the top of my head and continued kneading my butt. "Make love to me, Hank," I whispered. "I thought you'd never ask," he replied softly. "Let's go to bed." He pulled his hands out of my jeans and I pushed myself up off of him and the sofa. Hank stood up, but instead of just taking my hand to lead me to his bedroom, he suddenly swept me up in his strong arms and carried me off. ***** I stood silently as Hank undressed me. Not urgent. Just slowly. Lovingly. Kissing my lips. My neck. My chest. My belly. Just when I thought he was going to slide his lips onto my cock, he straightened up instead. I took it as my cue to undress him, not that there was much to undress. As we kissed, though, I undid his jeans and slid them down, revealing his commando cock. "Someone was being optimistic," I whispered. "Hopeful," he whispered back as he kissed me on the lips again and his jeans fell down around his ankles. Hank entwined his fingers in mine as we both stepped out of our jeans and approached the bed. He released one hand as he climbed into bed. "There's lube in the nightstand," he offered as he positioned himself in a half-sitting, half-reclining position against the headboard with pillows supporting his back. "I'm already prepared," I grinned. "Someone was being optimistic," he smiled. "Hopeful," I replied as I climbed into bed with him. I wrapped my arms around his neck as I knelt over his crotch. I felt his strong hands cupping my butt cheeks and spreading them as I kissed him yet again. Slowly. Passionately. Lovingly. "I want you so much, Charlie," he whispered as our lips parted again. "Me to," I replied as I lowered my ass to meet the head of his rock-hard cock. "So much," I sighed, when I felt his tip touch my hole. "So much," he echoed as we kissed again and my ass opened up to accept his cock. He moaned into my mouth as my butt sank slowly onto his shaft. Gripping all the way from the tip down to the base. "Your ass feels so good," Hank sighed. "Better than Dad's?" I asked without thinking. Hank pulled back and I could see a slightly hurt expression in his eyes. "Not tonight, Charlie. Just you and me." "Just you and me," I agreed. "Just you and me." We kissed again, and I slid my ass up his cock. I could feel his hot hands gripping my cheeks. Lifting them. Pulling them back down onto his meat. I gripped his shoulders and leaned back, planting my ass firmly in his lap. Hank leaned forward and began sucking on one of my nipples, which made me let out a long, low moan. "So young, so soft," he whispered as he licked my flesh, flicking his tongue over one nipple and then the other. "And all yours," I sighed, rocking my hips slightly and working his cock deeper inside me. "Always. Feels so good." "Sure does," Hank moaned, again lifting my ass off of his cock and then slowly sliding it back down. Deep. Deep. All the way down and in. Rocking his hips up to drive it even deeper. I just kept riding his cock nice and slow. Almost in slow motion. Feeling every single nerve ending being prodded into excitation by his powerful dick. "This feels so good. So right," I moaned. "The best," Hank whispered and then continued teasing my nipples with his tongue and teeth. He finally slid one hand around from my ass and gently gripped my cock, which had been sliding up and down his belly. "Oh yeah," I sighed as he pressed my cock firmly against his flesh and I fucked slowly between his hand and belly as he fucked slowly in and out of my hole. "Your body is so beautiful," he sighed as he slid his other hand around from my butt and instead caressed my belly and chest with it. "It's all yours," I assured him. "Every inch of it." "Lean back," he whispered, and I obeyed, planting my hands on the mattress to support me. Hank then ran his hands up my sides, over my hard nipples, down over my belly, along my flexed thighs. Such a light touch. Barely feeling me. Tantalizing me completely. My body desperate to be handled by him. "Oh god," I finally moaned as my body shivered under his touch. "Spin around," he ordered. It wasn't quite as easy as leaning back, but I did manage to get into a squatting position and then spin around slowly on his cock before settling back down on that rock-hard pole. "That's it," he sighed as he began to rub my lower back. "Ride me, Charlie," his whispered. I leaned forward and gripped Hank's knees and began slowly sliding my ass up and down his cock. Squeezing it tightly. Stroking his flesh with my hole. "Mmmmmm," I moaned, hoping he felt even half as good as I did at that moment. "That's it, Son," he sighed, running his fingers lightly over my back and down to my ass. Gently slipping his hands between my cheeks and his pubes. Slowly gliding up and down, as if he was controlling the motion of my ass. "Ride Daddy's cock." I just moaned and tightened my ass as much as I could. "That's it," Hank sighed. "So tight." "Fuck me, Daddy," I groaned. Hank's hands ran up my back, pushing me forward as his legs spread wider. He shifted forward and somehow loomed up over me, with us still joined at the ass and cock. Both kneeling, then continuing on over forward until I was on my stomach with my cheek pressed against the bed footboard and Hank was on top. "Who wants to be fucked?" he asked softly. "I do, Daddy," I moaned. Hank entwined his fingers in mine and stretched our arms out across the bed. His chest pressed firmly against my back as his knees forced my legs farther apart. I automatically lifted my ass in response to the spreading. "That's it, Charlie," Hank moaned as he worked his dick deep inside my ass. I was pinned. Motionless. There was nothing I could do but take what I'd asked for. And I took it. I wanted it. Hank slowly began rocking his hips. Pulling his cock partway out and then slowly depositing the whole thing back inside of me. I groaned with pleasure, and Hank moaned in response. He casually licked between my shoulder blades as he continued flexing his hips, increasing his speed, his depth, his urgency. "Oh, fuck me, Hank," I groaned. "It feels so good." "You feel so good," Hank moaned, scraping his teeth gently across my back and making me shiver. "It's never been like this with anyone before," he sighed. "I love you so much, Charlie." "I love you too, Hank," I moaned. "Make me yours." "You're mine already," he informed me. "And I'm yours. God help us." "Breed me, Hank. I want your seed inside me." "Planting my crop?" he laughed gently. "Yes, deep inside me," I moaned. "Plant your seed, Hank." "Oh, Charlie," he moaned, kissing my back more urgently and flexing his hips at an ever-increasing speed. "I love you, Charlie. Love you so much. So, so much," he panted, gripping my hands more tightly, bighting my shoulder blade a little more firmly, fucking my ass a little more insistently. "Show me how much, Hank," I begged. "Give me what I want. What I need." "I need you," Hank groaned as his thrusts became more urgent. Faster. Harder. Deeper. "Oh, Charlie," he panted. "Cum in me, Hank," I moaned. "I want it so bad. Please." "Oh, Charlie," he panted, plunging his cock in my ass again and again. "That's it, Hank. That's it," I encouraged him, trying to milk his cock with my ass. Not wanting it to stop. Not wanting it to escape. "Oh fuck, Sweetie," he suddenly grunted. "I'm gonna cum." "Do it, Hank. Cum in me. Please." Hank suddenly let out a stifled roar between gritted teeth as he thrust his dick deep into my bowels. He pulled out suddenly and slammed back in again. His hands squeezed my fingers. He pressed his forehead into my back. "FUCK!" he suddenly yelled as his entire body began shaking. His cock throbbed and pulsed in my ass. His cock humped my ass in ragged sudden jerks. Pumping hot cum into my guts. Load after load after load. Soaking my hole. "Thank you, Hank," I moaned. "Thank you." Suddenly, with a low grunt, Hank's body collapsed on mine and shuddered. Again and again it shuddered out of control. His hands relaxed and clenched my fingers over and over. More tremors. I could feel his heart pounding against my back. His cock continued throbbing in my ass. He was panting. Groaning. Gasping for breath. "Are you alright?" I finally asked. Hank let out a hearty laugh and said, "Never fucking better, Charlie. Now I know I love you. That was the best damn cum I've ever had." "That's a relief," I laughed. Hank kissed me between the shoulder blades one more time and then whispered seriously, "I do love you, Charlie. I don't think I could stop now even if I wanted to." "Then don't," I said, pulling one of his hands to my lips and kissing it. "And I won't stop loving you." After a second, I added, "But can we roll over on our sides, so I can breathe?" "Whatever you want," Hank laughed as he rolled us onto our sides and spooned tightly against me with his cock still buried in my ass. One of his hands slid down my belly until it found my still-hard cock. He wrapped his sweaty fist around it and began to stroke me. I reached down and took his hand in mine, pulled it away from my cock and up to my lips, where I proceeded to lick my precum from his palm. "We can save that for the morning," I said, kissing his hand and tucking it under my chin. "You really think we're gonna get any sleep tonight, Sweetie?" Hank ask with what sounded like a boyish giggle. "No," I laughed, moving his hand again so I could suck on his thumb. And we didn't. Not until very late in the night, anyway, after several more loads of cum had been shot into and onto each other. Then we slept soundly, curled up in each other's arms. Funny enough, Gramps wasn't too grumpy that I overslept and didn't make it home in time for morning chores. 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