Date: Sun, 20 Sep 2020 22:56:20 +0000 (UTC)
From: Hot for Dads <hotfordads@yahoo.com>
Subject: Summer with Gramps, Part 8 (gay/incest)

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SUMMER WITH GRAMPS

PART 8

I got a head start on chores the next morning. By the time Gramps joined
me, I was almost done. "You're getting the hang of it," he praised me.

"Thanks," I replied, wiping a bit of sweat off of my forehead.

"Come on up when you're ready for your final chore," he said, grabbing his
crotch suggestively before climbing up to the hayloft.

It didn't take me long to finish the rest of the chores and join him. It
also didn't take long for me to suck a load of cum out of his balls. "That
was fast," I laughed, wiping some cum off my chin and then licking it off
of my hand.

"Well," he replied, slowly stroking his spent cock in my face. "I've been
thinking all night about that last session with Paul Geary. I've been ready
to blow for hours."

"Except I got to eat your load instead of having it shot all over my face,"
I replied with a grin before wrapping my lips around the head of his cock
and sucking up the additional cum that his fingers had worked up through
the softening shaft. "Mmmmm," I sighed, looking up at him.

"There's always next time," Gramps replied with a wink. "You look like you
could use a nice creamy facial, with all the time you're spending in the
sun."

"Yeah, that's why I need one," I laughed, before giving his cock one last
slurp to officially finish my morning chores.

"Okay, stand up, turn around, and drop your pants," Gramps ordered as he
tucked his cock away and zipped up his jeans.

"What?" I replied, surprised and a bit confused.

"Gotta get you ready for Old Man Geary," Gramps replied, pulling the lube
from his hiding place and waving it at me. "It's the neighborly thing to
do."

"If you say so," I agreed with a smile as I did what he said. When he began
working lube around and into my asshole, I let out a soft moan.

"You're one horny boy," he observed as he slowly slid two fingers into me.

"Look who's talking," I groaned, pushing back onto his fingers. "That's it,
Gramps," I sighed as he slowly slid them in and out. Lubing me up. Opening
me up.

"Any more of this, and I might have to have a go for myself," he grunted.

"Be my guest," I sighed, continuing to impale myself on his tunneling
digits.

"Nope," Gramps replied, sliding his fingers out and giving my ass a
slap. "Time for you to get this tight, lubed ass over to Geary's place and
see what 'chores' he has in mind for you today."

*****

"I thought you would be here earlier than this," Mr. Geary grouched when I
arrived on his porch and he opened the door for me.

"Sorry," I said casually, "I had to take care of the chores for Gramps
first. I've still got a lot of energy left for you, though," I assured him.

"Hmph," he grunted.

"Inside or outside?" I asked.

"What?"

"Inside or outside? What chores do you want me to do?"

"Oh, we'll start outside and then finish inside," he replied as he stepped
out onto the porch with me and closed the door behind him. He was wearing
bib overalls with nothing underneath, at least not what I could see. No
shirt, not even a T-shirt. Just the overalls and a pair of old,
worse-for-wear boots.

"Whatever you say," I agreed as I followed him down off the porch.

*****

Mr. Geary obviously didn't keep on top of his chores the way Gramps did. It
looked more like Mr. Geary just did as much as was necessary to get
along. The big chore for the morning was mucking out the stalls. I wasn't
sure when the last time it was done had been, but it certainly wasn't
recent. Even with Mr. Geary helping, it was quite a big, shitty-smelling
chore.

"That's better," Mr. Geary finally said, when he stepped back to check out
our work. "I've let things go too long since the wife died. Too much for
one man to do. Can't keep up with it all."

"Why don't you ask Paul to come help out for a while?" I asked innocently.

"Who?" Mr. Geary asked, as if the name meant nothing to him.

"Your son."

"Oh, he wouldn't come. Never came back to see his mother. He sure ain't
coming back to help me."

"You never know," I said. "Maybe if you asked nicely," I added with a
smile.

"I'm not paying you to gab," Mr. Geary replied gruffly and stomped out of
the barn.

I shrugged and followed him outside, expecting to be given my next chore. I
was, kind of. I found Mr. Geary standing at the side of the barn and
undoing the straps on his overalls. I don't know if he didn't realize I was
there or if he just didn't care. In either case, he dropped the bib and
pushed the overalls down onto his hips to let his commando cock out for
some fresh air.

He took his cock in his hand and in a few seconds was pissing on the side
of the barn. I just took in the sight. He wasn't quite as fit as Gramps,
but he didn't have a pot belly like Mr. Walker either. "Might as well join
me if you gotta go," Mr. Geary growled.

"Oh yeah, sure," I replied, stepping up beside Mr. Geary and undoing my
jeans. "We've been working too hard to think about it, but now that I do,
I've definitely gotta go," I replied, pulling my dick out and aiming at the
wall. It didn't take long for a strong stream of yellow piss to burst forth
and splatter all over the wall.

"Watch what you're doing," Mr. Geary grunted as my piss splashed more than
I intended.

"Sorry," I said. "Had to go more than I thought," I added with a laugh as I
casually aimed my piss stream to land in the same place as Mr. Geary's
dwindling stream. When he saw what I was doing, Mr. Geary must have been
surprised, because his stream was cut off quickly for a couple seconds
before resuming with the rest of his load.

Mr. Geary finished before I did, since he'd had a head start. When he did
finish, though, he didn't put his dick away quickly. He just stood there,
staring at the barn wall as he stroked his dick to work out the remaining
piss. By the time I'd finished, he still hadn't put his dick away. He was
still just staring at the wall with his cock in his hand. Not squeezing or
shaking or stroking. Just standing there with it in his hand.

I shook the last drops of piss off my dick head. Then, without any real
thought or warning, I stepped in front of Mr. Geary and dropped to my
knees. Before he knew what was happening, I had my lips wrapped around the
head of his cock and was gently sucking on it.

He didn't object or react or anything. He just stood there while I suckled
like a calf on his cock. Eventually, I could feel the meat growing in my
mouth and Mr. Geary slowly began stroking his shaft loosely with his
fingers.

The harder his cock got, the more of it I took into my mouth. Firmer and
firmer. Deeper and deeper. Finally, Mr. Geary was forced to remove his hand
and give my mouth full possession of his cock. Head and shaft. I had it
all. Slick with saliva. Hard with blood. His hands planted on his
hips. Letting me perform my latest chore.

When I took Mr. Geary's balls in my hand and gave them a firm squeeze, he
finally let out a deep groan that sounded like it started in his belly and
worked its way up through his body until it escaped uncontrollably from his
mouth. I gripped his balls harder, and he let out another groan before he
started mumbling to himself again, just like during our previous
encounters.

At first the mumbling was steady. Relaxed. Rhythmical. The more I swallowed
his cock and bobbed up and down on it at an urgent pace, though, the faster
he mumbled. I continued massaging his full, tight balls as my lips slid up
and down his veiny shaft and my tongue traced the underside ridge again and
again and again. Coating his dick in saliva that oozed down over his balls
and my hands.

The mumbling became erratic as he finally moved his hands from his hips to
my head. His grip tightened as he began bucking his hips, driving his cock
into my throat again and again. Burying his shaft in me. Thrusting until my
nose was buried in his pubes and smelling his sweaty, musky scent. Mumbling
louder. Thrusting harder.

I relaxed my throat muscles and tightened my grip on his balls, pulling
them gently but firmly. Stretching the sack. Twisting the balls slightly as
I pulsed my grip on them. The mumbling was interrupted by a sudden grunt
and a moan. Then it resumed. More urgent mumbling. More unsteady
mumbling. More jarring mumbling. His fingers gripped my hair and his cock
battered my throat. Again and again and again. With growing urgency.

"OH GOD," he finally bellowed, "FORGIVE ME!" I knew what was coming. I knew
he was cumming. I pulled my hair free of his grip and pulled back off of
his cock just as the first shot of cum erupted into my mouth, coating my
tongue in his warm, creamy, tart juice.

His frantic mumbling stopped for an instant when I pulled my mouth all the
way off of his cock, but it resumed with even more fervor when I gripped
his throbbing shaft and began pumping frantically as more cum shot from his
cock, splattering all over my nose. More on my cheek. More on my lips. More
on my chin. Loud, mumbling grunts. Thrusting his cock through my
fist. Covering my face with his cum, which slide down over my smooth skin.

With a final grunt and a trembling of his body, Mr. Geary gave his cock one
final hard thrust into my tight grip. A final bead of cum oozed out of his
cock. I quickly swiped my hand over the head of his cock to catch the cum
and stroked it back along his shaft. He let out a deep moan.

"Mmmmmmm," I sighed, sticking out my tongue to lap up some of the cum from
around my lips.

Mr. Geary looked down at me with my face all covered in cum. I imagined he
had a momentary flashback of Paul with Gramps' cum all over his face,
because repeated, "Oh God, forgive me." Then he quickly tucked his cock
back in his overalls, pulled up the bib, reattached the straps, and walked
away without another look at me.

I just smiled and used my fingers to wipe all of that delicious cum off of
my face and into my mouth. It tasted like the perfect snack for a break
from chores.

*****

Mr. Geary just grumbled orders at me after the barnyard blowjob. He never
looked right at me, either. He wasn't nasty. He was just...aloof? I just
guessed that he thought if he didn't look at me, what he'd done hadn't
actually happened. Or something like that. It really didn't worry me that
much.

With the outdoor chores all done, we moved inside. There was dusting and
dishes and laundry and all of the other household chores that Mrs. Geary
obviously used to do and Mr. Geary had no idea about. Gran and even my mom
would have been appalled. I just told Mr. Geary to go relax and watch some
television while I saw what needed doing and took care of it. He didn't
object. He was probably happy to have me out of his sight. Out of sight,
out of mind.

At one point, I decided to take a break and clean myself up. Without
asking, I threw my own farmyard-smelling clothes into the washer and took a
quick shower. With only a towel around my waist, I did some more
exploring. I ended up in a room that I could only guess had been Paul's
bedroom. It looked like it was in a twenty-year timewarp. It was still the
room of a high school student. Nothing had been changed. Nothing had been
updated. It was dusty, but only with a few months' worth. Obviously,
someone, most likely Mrs. Geary, had been keeping the room in order even if
it had never been used.

And yes, I got nosey. I started snooping. Looking for a clue to what the
son had been like. What I found, buried under socks and underwear in a
dresser drawer, was a stack of letters. With only a little shame, I sat
down and started reading them. They were half of a conversation between
mother and son. All of Paul's letters to his mother over the years. Not
hundreds and hundreds, but enough to show that they had kept in touch after
Paul "abandoned" his parents.

Paul's letters were funny and enthusiastic and full of life...and they told
his mother about the men in his life! The ups and the downs. She knew it
all. Mr. Geary was mentioned rarely, if at all. The last letter was only a
few months old, and it finished, "I do wish you would come and visit me or
I could visit you, but I know Pop would never allow it. If only he loved me
as much as you do. Love always, Paul."

As I put the letters back where I'd found them, I hatched a plan to test a
theory that had been developing during my brief time with Mr. Geary. I
figured the worst he could do was throw me out of the house. I doubted that
he would ever tell anyone what I had done...given what he'd already done to
me.

There were a couple pictures of Paul hanging on the walls. In one of them,
Paul was wearing a T-shirt with the sleeves rolled up onto his shoulders
and a baseball cap with the brim to the back. Mr. Geary was in the picture
as well, smiling with his arm around Paul. I'd seen the baseball cap
hanging on a hook in the closet. I grabbed it and tossed it on the bed. I
then rifled through the dresser until I found the old T-shirt as
well. Definite timewarp!

"Here goes nothing," I said softly as I let the towel fall to the floor and
reveal my full nakedness. I could still feel the slippery lube in my ass as
I pulled on Paul's T-shirt and rolled up the sleeves. I then pulled on the
baseball cap with the brim to the back. I looked in the dresser mirror and
confirmed that I was a pretty good imitation of the young Paul in the
photograph. I pulled the curtains to minimize the light in the room, then I
climbed into Paul's bed. I pulled up the sheet and blanket only far enough
to cover my naked crotch. I could feel my cock growing as I nervously
called out, "Mr. Geary!" Silence. "Mr. Geary, can you come here?!" I called
louder.

A few seconds later, I heard a noise in the hall. "Where are you?" grouched
Mr. Geary.

"In here!" I called.

Mr. Geary opened the bedroom door and stepped in. "What do you...?" He
stopped and stared at me in the dim light. "What do you think you're
doing?" he finally said, barely loud enough for me to hear.

"Just taking a break, Pop," I replied casually, using the nickname Paul had
mentioned in his letters. "Wanna join me?" I asked, turning the sheet and
blanket back to reveal my stiff cock. Mr. Geary just stared. Finally, I
said, "Come on, Pop, you know you've always wanted to try it."

"I... I don't..." he stuttered in a sort of confusion.

"Come on, Pop," I said softly as I took my cock in hand and started
stroking it slowly and seductively. "I want you to," I assured him in
almost a whisper.

"This isn't funny, Charlie," he finally replied softly, but I could see
that his overalls were tenting, either at the thought of Paul or the sight
of me. I wasn't sure which and didn't really care. He didn't move though or
say anything else. Finally, I got out of the bed and crossed to stand
before Mr. Geary. "This isn't right," he muttered.

"Who says so?" I asked as I undid the first strap of his overalls.

"The Bible."

"What does it say?" I asked innocently as I undid the other strap of his
overalls.

"The nakedness of thy father...thou shall not uncover," he replied, closing
his eyes as I lowered the bib of the overalls and started slowly sliding
them down over his hips.

I knelt in front of Mr. Geary as I pulled the overalls down to his ankles,
and I gave the head of his stiffening cock a slow lick before asking, "Why
not, Pop?"

"Thou shalt not lie with mankind," Mr. Geary whispered.

"But it's so much fun, Pop," I said softly before gently sucking his cock
into my mouth and sweeping my tongue around the engorged head.

"Oh, son," Mr. Geary moaned.

I let his dick slip out of my mouth and stood up. He kept his eyes squeezed
shut. I leaned closer and, as I slowly stroked his cock, whispered in his
ear, "I want you inside me, Pop. I always have."

"Oh, Paulie," he moaned.

Keeping my grip on his cock, I led Mr. Geary over to the bed. He moved as
if in a daze and kept his eyes closed the whole time, letting me move him
like a doll. I sat him on the bed and then stretched him out. I then
climbed into bed with him and straddled his crotch. "Do you want me, Pop?"
I asked, slowly scooting my ass crack back and forth along his hard shaft.

"God forgive me, son," he moaned, "I do."

"And I want you, Pop," I whispered as I reached back and took a firm grip
on his cock to guide it to my waiting hole.

"Oh God," Mr. Geary moaned as his hard rod met my pucker and I began slowly
sitting down on his cock.

"Oh yeah," I moaned as Mr. Geary's cock slowly and easily slid into my
lubed hole. "Feels soooooooo good."

"It does, son," Mr. Geary sighed in reply. "It does," he repeated, slowly
lifting his hips to push his cock deeper into my hole. "So good."

I casually rubbed his belly as I took him all the way into my bowels. He
sighed and began rubbing my tense thighs with both hands. As my ass came to
rest in his lap with his meat all the way inside me and his pubes pressed
against my flesh, he slid one hand over to my own pubes. He ran his fingers
through the coarse, curly hair and then delicately slid them along my
shaft. I let out a soft moan as his fingers wrapped around my engorged
cock. "Oh yeah," I sighed as I began slowly rocking my ass on his cock as
my dick slid back and forth through the grip of his fingers.

"Oh, Paulie," he sighed, "I'm sorry."

"Don't worry, Pop," I assured him. "You did what you had to do."

"I wanted better for you," he whispered as he slowly fucked his cock into
my ass. "Not the torment I had."

"You and I are alike, Pop," I said. "Same urges. Same desires."

"Oh, son," he moaned. "I didn't want to hurt you."

"I know, Pop," I replied. "You wanted to make me happy like I want to make
you happy now," I said, tightening my ass on his throbbing shaft. "So
happy."

"So happy," Mr. Geary moaned, and for the first time, I saw his face relax
and he no longer looked like bible-thumping Old Man Geary...just
Mr. Geary. Happy. Relaxed.

I started riding Mr. Geary's cock with more energy. With more
enthusiasm. With more desire. He responded in kind, thrusting his cock into
me with gusto. Seductively, slowly pulling my cock through his hand. Biting
his lip as he raised his hips off of the mattress to meet my hot flesh. But
eyes closed. Eyes always closed.

"That's it, Pop," I cooed.

"Yes, yes," Mr. Geary moaned. "So good. So right." No mumbling. No
guilt. Just pleasure.

"Fuck me, Pop," I moaned as I really started slamming my ass down on his
cock. Forcing it as deep as I could.

"God yes!" Mr. Geary groaned in response as he thrust his cock up and
in. Harder. Faster. Deeper. Panting. Grunting with every
thrust. Louder. Harder. "Oh, Paulie!" he finally yelled.

"Do it, Pop. Do it!"

"I'M CUMMING, SON!" Mr. Geary roared.

"Yes, Pop. CUM! I WANT IT!"

"OH, SON!" Mr. Geary yelled as he wildly thrust his cock up into my ass
again and again. "CUMMING!" he finally roared with one final thrust up!

I tightened my ass grip on his pulsing cock and growled, "CUM, POP! CUM!"

His body shook and he gasped. Thrusting his cock again and again and
again. "SO MUCH CUM!" he groaned as load after load of jizz shot into
me. Coated my guts. Creamed my insides.

"Never enough," I moaned.

Mr. Geary continued grunting and thrusting. Again and again. Body
quivering. Muscles tensed and firing. "CAN'T STOP!" he moaned.

"That's it, Pop, give it all to me," I growled.

"Oh, Paulieeeeeeeeeeeeeee," he moaned as his body tensed one last time and
then finally relaxed.

As he sank back into the mattress and loosened his grip on my cock, my own
body finally barreled over the edge on its own. I quickly grabbed my cock
from his relaxed hand and began pumping
frantically. Grunting. Moaning. Groaning. Ass spasming. "OH GOD, POP!" I
finally yelled as the first streak of cum shot out of my cock and
splattered across Mr. Geary's chest. And another. And
another. Grunting. Thrusting. Shooting. Streak after streak of jizz,
coating Mr. Geary's body. "Oh god," I finally moaned with one final shudder
and one final oozing load of cum.

The look on Mr. Geary's face was so serene. "Are you okay, Pop?" I asked
softly as I spread my cum all over his already glistening flesh.

"Yes, son," he whispered. "I'm fine now. So much wasted time."

"Don't waste any more, Mr. Geary," I said softly as I leaned forward and
rested my body on his.

"Oh, Charlie," he sighed as he began stroking my hair. There was a note of
disappointment. The fantasy was over. I was Charlie again, not Paul. "I
don't know what you do to me," he whispered. "I've never thought anything
like that in my life."

"Not even when you saw Paul's face covered in Grandpa Joe's cum?" I asked,
taking a risk.

There was a long silence. "I would rather not talk about it," he finally
replied, and I could sense him closing up again.

"Paul loves you, you know," I persisted.

Mr. Geary gave a contradictory grunt.

"It's in his letters. You just have to read them."

"What letters?" he asked, and I could tell he was completely surprised.

"The ones to Mrs. Geary. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have read them, but I'm
glad I did. You should too. You'll learn a lot about your wife and
son. You've already lost your wife, but it's never too late to find your
son."

Mr. Geary didn't reply. He just kept slowly stroking my hair.

*****

While Mr. Geary was taking a shower, I changed back into my own clothes. I
then quickly made a copy of Paul's address from one of the envelopes,
shoving the envelope back in the dresser and the address into my pocket
just as Mr. Geary returned to the bedroom. "Do you need a lift home?" he
asked gruffly.

"No, I'm good," I assured him. "I can still walk," I laughed.

"It's not as much as last time," he said, holding out some cash to me
without looking at me. "I'm not a rich man," he added softly.

I took only the few bills that covered what Gran said he'd promised to
pay. "More than enough there. Thanks, Mr. Geary."

"But last time..."

"Last time, I didn't know if you were going to need more chores done. Now
that I know you do, my rates aren't quite so steep," I laughed.

"Will you come back?" he asked sheepishly.

"Absolutely. Just let me know when you need something taken care of...or
when you want to feel closer to Paul."

"You won't tell--?" There was a sudden look of panic in his eyes.

"Tell who what?" I asked innocently. "What happens on the Geary farm stays
on the Geary farm," I assured him.

He gave a slight smile of relief. "Thanks."

*****

Well, some things stayed on the Geary farm. After evening chores, I did
tell Gramps about sucking Mr. Geary's cock and having him shoot a load in
my ass. I just didn't mention Paul or the little scene that Mr. Geary and I
had played out while he fucked me. Still, what I told him seemed to be
enough inspiration to get him to fill my ass with a load of his own.

*****

It took me a few days to figure out what to say, but I finally wrote a
letter to Paul Geary. I explained briefly that I'd been doing some chores
for his father and he'd really opened up to me. I told Paul his father
regretted all the wasted years and would really like to see him again. I
left out the fact that Mr. Geary really enjoyed fucking "his son." I
figured he could find that out for himself...if it ever came to that.

A couple weeks later, Gran came hurrying into the house. She was all
excited when she found Gramps and me watching television. "You'll never
believe what just arrived in the mail!" she said, waving an envelope at us
as she looked at the letter.

"Probably not," Gramps replied without looking up.

"Paul Geary is coming for a visit. Says he wants to pick up a few things
from their farm. Asks if he can stay with us if his pop won't let him stay
there."

"I wonder what brought that on," Gramps said softly as he gave me a knowing
grin.

"I don't know," Gran replied, "but it's about time. If only he'd come while
his mother was still alive. All those wasted years of not knowing what had
become of her son."

"He wrote to her all the time," I said without thinking.

"What?" Gran asked, obviously surprised and a little shocked. "How do you
know that?"

"I re... saw some letters from him when I was cleaning. Looked like a lot
of them, not just one or two. Even some from earlier this year."

"Well, I'll be," Gran grunted. "She never told me. And after all these
years. What was she thinking?"

"That it was none of your business?" Gramps chuckled softly.

"What was that, Joe?" she asked as she reread the letter.

"Just wondering when dinner would be ready," he assured here.

"Soon enough," she replied as she headed out to the kitchen.

"What sort of hornets' nest have you been stirring up, Charlie?" Gramps
asked.

"Just trying to make the Geary guys as happy as we are," I replied,
reaching out and giving his crotch a playful rub.

"So, Old Man Geary's that perverted is he?" Gramps asked with a raised
eyebrow.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said, continuing to rub his
growing cock as I focused my attention on the television.

Gramps laughed and ruffled my hair aggressively. "Looking for more chores,
are you?"

I looked at him and smiled. "Always."

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