Date: Thu, 3 Sep 2020 15:21:09 +0000 (UTC) From: Hot for Dads Subject: Summer with Gramps, 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 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 5 As I told him all about my encounter with Old Man Geary, Gramps couldn't resist slipping his dick in my ass and adding a load of his own to the ones Geary had left in there. There was some extra energy involved. Gramps was really turned on by the thought of his Bible-thumping ex-friend fucking my ass. The fact that Geary seemed guilty afterward...but wanted more...really pushed Gramps' buttons. He liked hearing about Geary's inability to control his urges! And I liked the reward the story produced when Gramps finally shot that load in me. Later, as I sat at the dinner table with Gramps and Gran, I caught Gramps looking at me a couple times and grinning. It was sort of an amused and impressed expression. He obviously couldn't get over my latest adventure. I just grinned back and shrugged. "Mr. Geary called earlier," Gran said as we were nearing the end of the meal. "What did the old coot want?" Gramps asked, giving me a wink. "Said he appreciated Charlie's help and asked if we could spare him again sometime," Gran replied. "Sure, he seemed nice enough," I replied casually. "That's good," Gran replied, "but what I don't understand is how you knew he needed help. I arranged it with him after church on Sunday, but you were out early this morning before I could tell you about it." I looked at Gramps, who put his napkin on his plate and replied, "He heard you telling me about it last night and wanted to get an early start, so I gave him directions." "Oh," Gran replied. And that was that. No mention of the fact that Gramps had really sent me to help his neighbor Hank, and I'd just happened to stumble onto Old Man Geary, who was expecting me without me actually knowing it. "The Lord works in mysteries ways," I thought to myself and gave a small laugh. "What's so funny?" Gran asked. "Nothing," I replied. "I was just thinking. Mr. Geary has some strange habits." "Be that as it may," Gran said sternly, "you do what he tells you. He's had enough heartache losing his wife of forty years and that ungrateful son of his never bothering to come to the funeral." "You leave Paul out of it," Gramps said sternly. "You don't know what he had to put up with from that old Bible-pushing--." "Don't get started," Gran interrupted him as she started to clear the table. "What's done is done. I'm just saying his mother deserved better." After Gran disappeared to the kitchen, I asked, "Paul is Old Man Geary's son?" "Yes," Gramps replied. "He was in your dad's class. Headed to the big city after college and never looked back." "Oh," I said, and then I set to wondering silently about the man who's clothes I'd worn that afternoon...after his daddy fucked me. ***** The next morning, I was horny for some after-chores play with Gramps, but he put me off. "No time for that, son," he said. "We gotta get into town. I need to see a man about some grain. And then I gotta drop you at Hank's place...to make sure you get there this time." "Fuck off," I laughed. "Watch your language, young man," Gramps growled with a grin as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and marched me off to the waiting pickup truck. ***** "Oh yeah, that's it, boy," Gramps moaned as I sucked away on his hard cock as he drove down the dirt road on the way to town. He'd finally given in to my horny pleading. It didn't take me long to have his dick out of his pants and in my mouth. I groaned every time the pickup hit a bump and drove Gramps' dick deep in my throat. I just moaned and gripped the base tighter. Sucking slowly. Savoring the texture and warmth of the shaft as my tongue and lips slid up and down on it. Exploring. Tasting. Pumping. Sucking. "Come on, boy, you can do it," Gramps growled. "Not much longer." I wasn't sure whether he meant the drive or his cumming, but I hoped he meant the cumming. I really went to town. Sucking quickly. Slurping. Bobbing my mouth. Pumping with my fist. "Mmmmmmph!" I grunted to tell him how much I wanted his load. "Almost there, boy," Gramps grunted as I felt the pickup slowing down and making a sharp turn. I redoubled my efforts, tasting his oozing precum but wanting the real deal. The pickup came to a stop and Gramps rested a hand on my head. "Now or never, boy," he grunted, then he shoved my head down and drove my cock into his throat. "NOW!" he bellowed as I felt the shaft of his cock pulsing in my mouth as his cum was pumped down my throat. "MMMMMPPPPHHH!" I objected as I gagged and tried to pull up, but Gramps refused to release the pressure on the back of my head. Throbbing. Pulsing. Shooting that cream right down to my belly. More and more. I wanted to taste it. Savor it. But Gramps wouldn't let up. I gagged again, but Gramps kept shooting until he finally held still. Froze his body. Held his breath. Then he let out a deep breath and released my head. "Oh yeah," Gramps sighed as I pulled off of his cock. "Why did you do that for?" I asked as I sat up and wiped the saliva off my lips and chin. But no cum. "Sorry, Charlie," Gramps replied. "Didn't want to take the chance on you not being able to swallow and making a mess in my pants. He grinned at me and ruffled my hair. "Okay," I smiled, "but a little warning next time would be nice." "Deal," Gramps said with a wink as he tucked his softening cock away and zipped up his jeans. I finally looked around and discovered we were in the parking lot of the grain elevator. "Buying or selling?" "Maybe a little of both. Depends on what sort of deal we can work out with Mr. Walker. Come on. Move that horny ass." "Yes, sir," I replied as we got out of the truck and walked into the building. ***** Gramps greeted the receptionist or secretary or assistant or whatever she was and then walked right past her and through a door with "Mr. Walker" on it. I smiled at her and followed Gramps. She didn't seem to object. "Sorry we're late, Clay," Gramps said casually as he approached the desk, behind which was sitting a man of about the same age. As the man stood up, I smiled at the pot belly straining the buttons on his shirt. You wouldn't even have noticed it if he'd bothered to buy bigger shirts. Still, it was proof that not all old guys got the same amount of workout that Gramps did on the farm. "We got a little distracted." "No problem, Joe," the man replied as he shook Gramps' hand. "Always glad to see you whenever you can drop by." I looked lower and saw that the crotch of his trousers was straining just as much as his shirt was. Made me wonder about the cock and balls inside it. Yes, I had a one-track mind, even when Gramps was doing business. "This is my summer hand, Charlie," Gramps said casually as they ended the handshake. I thought it was odd that he didn't introduce me as his grandson. "Charlie, this is Mr. Walker. He owns this place." "Nice to meet you," I said, holding out my hand. "Nice to meet you," Mr. Walker replied, taking my hand in a firm grip. It was sort of odd. He didn't shake it. Just held it firmly and looked me up and down. "Looks like he could do a nice job." "One of the best hands I've ever had," Gramps replied, which slightly embarrassed me. "No job is too big or rough for him." "Good to know," Mr. Walker replied as he finally released my hand. "Well, have a seat and let's get down to business." We all sat down, and Mr. Walker and Gramps launched into a long, boring conversation about grains and futures and buying and selling. I honestly kind of spaced out. Finally, I was bored beyond bored. "Um," I interrupted nervously, "can I use your restroom?" I didn't really have to go, but I needed a break. "Sure, son," Mr. Walker replied with a smile. "Out the door, turn right, then right, then another right, then the door on the right." "All rights, Charlie," Gramps laughed. "No lefts." "I think I can remember that," I said with just a touch of sarcasm. "You know how you are with directions," Gramps replied. "Wouldn't want you to end up in the wrong bathroom," he added with a chuckle. I just rolled my eyes and headed out the door. "What's that all about?" I heard Mr. Walker ask as the door closed behind me. The woman out front smiled at me and I turned right and right and right and then found a door on the right in the resulting hallway. I tried the knob, and the door opened with ease. I looked in and discovered a restroom that looked more like a home restroom than a public restroom. Vanity sink, toilet...and shower! I guessed working with all that grain and stuff could call for a midday washdown sometimes. I could hear Gramps and Mr. Walker talking on the other side of the wall. Either the walls were thin or their voices were raised. I wasn't sure, but it didn't sound angry. Actually, it sounded pretty jolly. I guessed they must have been really old friends who just liked a good chat. Anyway, I stood at the toilet and unleashed my cock. I wasn't desperate for a piss, but I did have to go a little. I watched as my muscles relaxed and the yellow stream splashed into the toilet. It turned out that I had to go more than I thought. It was a nice, long steady stream of piss. I just stayed relaxed and let it flow. As I finally shook off the last drops from the head of my dick, I realized the conversation next door had stopped or at least died down. I quickly tucked my dick back in my jeans, figuring Gramps must be ready to go, and stepped over to the sink to wash my hands. Just as I turned on the water, the door opened. "Perfect timing," Mr. Walker said as he stepped into the restroom and over to the toilet. Without waiting for a reply, he unzipped his trousers, reached in, and pulled out the fattest cock I'd ever seen. I'd read somewhere about "beer-can cocks," and I finally had a glimpse of one. More than a glimpse. I couldn't keep from staring. "I guess it's not every day you see one this thick," Mr. Walker chuckled as he began to piss. "Oh, sorry," I apologized, as I quickly began soaping up my hands. "No need to apologize," Mr. Walker said. "If I didn't see it every day, I would probably be impressed to." "It is thick," I replied as I rinsed off my hands. "It's a handful," Mr. Walker chuckled, wrapping his fingers around the shaft as much as he could. "Always has been." "I'll bet," I said, staring again. "Wanna try it?" he asked casually. "What?" I responded with surprise. "Looks like you have some nice, long fingers. You might be able to get a better grip than most." "Than most?" "Not many woman...or men...can resist the urge to hold this cock once they've seen it," Mr. Walker said as if he was just stating a fact, not bragging. "Well..." I was intrigued...and my own cock was chubbing up. "Go ahead. Be my guest," Mr. Walker offered as he released his cock and its weight kept it aimed down at the toilet where the yellow stream continued to flow. He put his hands on his hips and smiled. I stepped over to Mr. Walker's side and slowly reached under his cock, letting it rest on my palm. I could feel the piss running through it as I stretched my fingers and tried to grab as much of the shaft as I could. It was too much. My fingers couldn't meet. I gripped harder, trying to extend my grip. "Easy, there, son," Mr. Walker whispered as the piss stream faltered. "Not too hard. Don't wanna cut off the stream when it's almost finished." "Sorry," I apologized, relaxing my grip but not releasing his cock. "You've got a nice touch," he observed as the piss dwindled to a smaller stream and then a few spurts and then a few drops. "Thanks," I said. "You've got a nice dick," I added. "I thought you might like it, the way you checked it out back in the office." "Sorry about that," I apologized, slowly beginning to pump the shaft without thinking about it. "No need to apologize, son," Mr. Walker replied. "Joe wasn't lying when he said you were a good hand. That feels nice." "Sure does," I agreed. "Is your mouth as good?" "I'm not sure I could get this whole thing in my mouth," I said honestly. Before I could say that I was willing to try, Mr. Walker asked, "Then how about your ass?" I gulped and said, "Not without a lot of lube." "I always keep some under the sink in case of emergencies," Mr. Walker said casually. "Wanna give it a try?" "Oh yeah!" I said eagerly, releasing his cock and quickly retrieving a tube of lube from under the sink. When I turned around, Mr. Walker's trousers were down around his ankles and he'd pulled his shirt up over his pot belly. "Too big for you?" he asked, rubbing his belly lovingly. "Looks good to me," I said honestly. "Big cock. Big belly. Go together nicely," I said as I opened the lube and squirted some into my fist. I stepped up to Mr. Walker and began spreading the lube on his cock. I could feel it getting even fatter and harder than it had been. The length didn't increase much, but the girth did. I was beginning to wonder if I'd made a mistake. "That feels nice," he said, continuing to rub his belly as I worked on his cock. Nice and thick and slick. The lube was really doing its job. "You sure you wanna try it?" he asked. "No," I laughed. "But definitely," I added with a grin as I released his cock and handed him the lube. "As long as you lube me up good," I said, turning my back to him, undoing my jeans, and pushing them down to my ankles. I leaned over the sink vanity and waited. "Damn nice ass," Mr. Walker whispered. I looked up at the mirror over the sink and saw him leering at my bare ass. "Can't keep Joe waiting," I finally said. "Or my cock," Mr. Walker grunted as he finally began working lubed fingers between my butt cheeks. He quickly found my asshole and easily slid a finger inside. And then two. "Oh yeah," I moaned, reflexively fucking myself back on his fingers. "Damn, you're hot, son," he growled. "You don't know the half of it," I moaned as he worked another finger into my hole. Filling it. Stretching it. Lubing it. Getting it ready for the biggest invasion of my previously sex-starved life. More lube. More lube. And more lube. He must have had three-fourths of tube up my ass by the time he finally pulled his fingers out. "Think you're ready?" he asked, and from the tone and urgency in his voice, I knew it didn't matter anymore whether I was ready or not. "Oh yeah, I'm ready," I moaned, looking up and meeting his eyes in the mirror. "Ready for your fat cock up my tight ass." "We'll see how ready you are," he growled, and I felt the head of his cock working its way between my cheeks and pressing at my hole. "Oh shit," I moaned. "Too late now," he growled. "I don't want you to stop," I assured him. "Just take it easy." "I'll do my best," he grunted as he started pushing that fat head hard against my asshole. He gripped my hips and pulled back as he pushed his own hips forward. "FUCK!" I yelled as his cock stretched my asshole beyond its limits and the head pushed inside. "FUCK!" I howled again as my body felt the shock of the invasion and the thickness of the log being forced into me. "Shut the fuck up, boy," Mr. Walker growled. "Sorry," I grunted as I bit my lip and tried to will my body to relax into the monster invasion. "That's better," Mr. Walker sighed as he continued pushing that fat slab of meat into my overstretched ass. Filling me up more than I'd ever been filled before. "Oh god," I moaned. "So big." "So tight," Mr. Walker sighed in response. "Oh so tight." I panted as I felt my body relaxing into the invasion. "Give me a second," I begged. "Okay, relax, boy," Mr. Walker replied, rubbing my lower back as he held his cock in place. "Don't want to ruin your ass for Joe." "What makes you think...?" "Joe only brings his summer hands here if he's tried 'em out and thinks they might be able to handle what I've got. Some can and some can't, but they all try." "I can," I grunted. "Fuck me, Mr. Walker." "You don't have to tell me twice," he grunted as he started pushing his fat cock even deeper into me. Deeper and deeper and deeper. My body, resigned to the assault, was opening up and taking him in. Sucking him in. "Oh god, yes," I moaned as the pain finally began turning to pleasure and a feeling of elated fulfillment. "Fuck me," I repeated, finally pushing back onto the thick cock in my hole. Mr. Walker chuckled, "Damn, boy, you're quick on the job." "I try to please," I moaned. "You do, son, you do," he groaned as I felt his bush pressed against my ass and I knew I'd managed to take it all. "Don't just stand there, do something," I begged. Mr. Walker pulled out a couple inches and then slammed it back into me, knocking the breath out of me. "Again," I managed to beg. "Again." Mr. Walker grabbed my hips and repeated the shallow fuck. Again and again and again. "More. Deeper," I begged. Mr. Walker started pulling farther out before plunging his thick cock back into my guts. Farther and farther. Deeper and deeper. Faster and faster. Finally, I was taking his cock as easily as I'd taken every other cock. And I wanted it just as bad. "Damn, you're good," he growled. "Not many take it like you." "Not many want it as bad as I do," I grunted. "Fuck me, hard. I need it." "Fuck yeah," Mr. Walker growled, slapping my ass hard as he plunged his tubesteak into my hole. "Grip that cock with your ass, boy," he ordered. "Yeah, that's it," he moaned when I tightened my muscles on his thrusting shaft. "Tighter!" he growled. "Oh fuck," I moaned as I tightened my ass as good as I could under the assault. "Yeah, that's it, boy," he repeated. "Take that cock. You like it. You know you do." "I love it," I groaned. "I need it." Mr. Walker was plunging hard and deep and fast into my ass, fortunately filled with all that lube. Slicking his cock and my ass. Lubing us like a well-oiled fucking machine. Faster and faster. Slicker and slicker. "You want it?" Mr. Walker grunted as he panted heavily with the exertion. I knew he wasn't talking about his cock. "Yeah, shoot your load in me, Mr. Walker. Fill my ass with cum." "You dirty fucking boy," Mr. Walker grunted with increased eagerness. "Fuck that load into me. I want it. Want my guts coated with your jizz," I panted eagerly. I wanted it as much as I said, but my words seemed to be driving him wild. "Wanna blow my load," he panted, and I could feel his cock somehow becoming even thicker! "Then do it!" I ordered. "Shoot your fucking load into my ass. Do what that fat cock was meant for." "Gonna breed you, boy!" he grunted. "Do it, Mr. Walker! Breed me. Breed my ass!" "FUCK YEAH!" he growled between gritted teeth as he slammed that fat cock into me. Balls deep. Throbbing. Pulsing. Exploding. Pumping. "I'M CUMMING!" he groaned deep in his throat as his seed shot deep in my ass. "Yeah, fill my ass," I groaned, thrusting back onto his erupting cock. "Every drop." "Oh god, boy," he moaned as his body shuddered. "So goooooooood!" His body shook and quaked as his cum continued to pump into me. "Oh shit," he finally groaned as his body began to relax. "I needed that." "So did I," I sighed, flexing my cum-filled ass on his cock. "So did I," I replied as I looked up and saw his face in the mirror. His eyes were closed and there as a fully satisfied expression on his relaxed face. Finally, he opened his eyes, and I smiled at him. Mr. Walker smiled back and said, "Thanks, son." Then he began to pull his fat dick out of my ass. "Any time," I sighed. "I'm always here," he assured me. "Drop by any time." "Oh shit," I grunted when his cock finally vacated my hole and left it feeling like an empty cavern. "I'm not sure any other cock will ever satisfy me again," I said, honestly. "I've heard that before," he chuckled, "but variety is the spice of life. Each cock has its own rewards." "I guess so," I agreed, coming back down to earth. "Excuse me," I said as I grabbed some toilet paper and wiped my ass as good as I could. I then pushed another wad up against my asshole, to catch any leaks, and pulled up my jeans. "I think I'll take a shower," Mr. Walker said as he started to get undressed. "Oh, sure," I replied as I finished straightening myself out. Suddenly, the door opened, and Gramps pushed his head inside. "What's taking so long, Charlie? We've got to get out to Hank's place. Can't keep him waiting again." "My fault, Joe," Mr. Walker said. "We got to talking." "I'll bet you did," Gramps chuckled, seeing Mr. Walker standing there naked and about to step into the shower. "I think you've found the best summer hand you've ever had," Mr. Walker stated casually. "It pays to raise your own," Gramps grinned. Mr. Walker looked confused for a moment, then it started to dawn on him. "Charlie? Little Charlie?!" "The one and the same," Gramps replied. "It's been a long time, and he probably doesn't remember it. I'm guessing you did more than bounce him on your knee this time." "He sure did, Gramps," I laughed. "Bounced me on the fattest cock I've ever seen." "I gathered that when I heard you yell 'Fuck' through the wall," Gramps laughed. "He took it like a man after that, though," Mr. Walker assured him. "As good as his dad and grandpa?" Gramps asked. Mr. Walker looked surprised at the candid admission that Dad and Gramps had experience with his beer-can cock as well, but when he saw that I wasn't surprised, he smiled. "You two are pros, but this one's a real natural." "Thanks, Mr. Walker," I smiled. "Any time," Mr. Walker replied. "And often, I hope," he added with a laugh as he stepped into the shower and turned on the water. "Come on, Charlie," Gramps said, you can't keep Hank waiting again! ------------------- I hope you enjoyed this bit of fun. I always enjoy hearing from satisfied readers: hotfordads@yahoo.com Remember, always play SAFE in the real world. 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