Father & Son

At the age of sixteen, Grisham, named after one of his mother’s favourite authors, had a very strong feeling that he was gay. No real affirming opportunities had ever arisen in his life because he was very wary of being exposed. It was, however, totally clear to him that guys rang all his bells. In his penultimate year of school he accepted that he had to bide his time and that when the day finally arrived, he would happily embrace his homosexuality.

In one of those strange twists of fate, unbeknownst to Grisham, his life was shortly about to enter another dimension. That adjustment occurred when new neighbours moved into the house next door, in the form of Hank senior and Hank junior. In the week that they moved in, Grisham was away on a summer camp prior to the commencement of his final year at school.

During his absence, Grisham’s dad had been sent next door to welcome them with one of his mums ‘famous’ Bundt cakes. Upon his father’s return home thereafter, Grisham’s dad allegedly reported that their new neighbours were real rednecks. Apparently, Hank senior was a mechanic and worked at an auto repair shop in town and Hank junior was at a technical college, following in the same trade as his dad.

When Grisham finally returned home after summer camp, his curiosity was sparked by the new development next door. With their neighbour’s garage bordering Grisham’s home, he now regularly saw the two men going in and out of their garage. The reason for this was that as a hobby, the Hanks’ restored old engines. Fortunately, no machining was done in their garage so nobody had to deal with the noise. Hank senior did all that sort of thing at his work during his lunch hour.

Grisham was intrigued by the two men as he observed them through his bedroom window. They were both tall and lanky and there was absolutely no mistaking that they were father and son. The two men were good-looking, in a super straight blue-collar manner. Their bib overalls, large boots, and grimy hands, further enhanced their rugged masculinity as Grisham ogled them. More and more, Grisham began to fantasize about them, particularly Hank junior.

After a few weeks, Grisham had not verbally engaged them and only exchanged a few friendly waves of the hand, every other day.

One Friday afternoon when Grisham and Hank junior arrived home simultaneous from opposite directions, Grisham was elated when Hank lifted his hand in a halt gesture and sauntered over to talk to him.

“We’ve never met properly,” Hank said, before introducing himself.

“Hi, I’m Grisham,” Grisham answered, before suggesting, “Would you like to come in for a cold drink?”

“Sure, just me drop this shit off at home and get into more comfortable clothing,” Hank answered, pointing to his school bag.

A few minutes later, Grisham heard a knock at his door. Upon opening the door, Hank was barefoot and wearing a well-worn pair of shorts and a t-shirt.

Grisham was practically salivating as he welcomed Hank into his home. Hank was far better looking than he had formerly anticipated, and Hank’s incredibly large hands and feet were totally mesmerizing.

“Jeez, you have unbelievably big feet,” Grisham exclaimed.

“Yip, they are size sixteen, one size bigger than my dad’s,” Hank said proudly, before resuming, “We’re both six-foot-four-tall, except I’m a half inch taller than my father,” Hank concluded with an air of satisfaction.

“Wow,” Grisham answered in awe, as Hank ran his index finger and thumb down both sides of his nose and then after pinching his nostrils briefly, inhaled in a robust manner as if he had just uttered a remarkable statistic. Hank’s mannerisms were totally butch and intoxicating. His body also bobbed and swayed from side to side, as he continuously transferred the weight of his frame from one huge foot to the other, further enhancing his masculinity.

“I’m sure you don’t need flippers when you swim,” Grisham then casually added with an impish grin.

“Fins, bro. There’re called fins. If you ever do scuba diving and call them flippers, you’ll be making a real cunt of yourself,” Hank said, sniggering with an air of condescension.

“Sorry,” Grisham answered, sheepishly.

The rest of Hank’s visit was a short one. During his stay, however, Hank informed Grisham that his parents had divorced two years earlier, after which Hank had elected to stay with his dad.

Next, after glancing at his watch Hank then went on to say that being behind in his homework, he had better head off home to address his shortcomings in that regard.

After Hank left, Grisham was afraid that he was going to have heart failure as his entire body began to tingle with lust. In bed that night, all he could think about was Hank’s strong thick tradesman hands brushing over his head as he was ‘forced’ to suck Hank’s dick.

Two days later, Grisham was overjoyed when Hank junior once more knocked at his door in the afternoon. On this visit, however, Grisham was left totally speechless by Hank’s revelations.

In a précised form, Hank’s disclosures were as follows:

Firstly, when he and his dad were indoors, the two ‘Hank’s’ spent most of their time totally naked. As if this wasn’t titillating enough, father and son also referred to Friday nights as ‘porn night.’ This consisted of them sitting in front of the television watching Hank senior’s substantial porn collection as they ‘milked their lizards’. Hank junior quickly added that there was no interaction between him and his dad, stressing that incest was an aberration that neither guy would indulge in.

Secondly, further qualifying this strange scenario he explained that because he was sexually deprived, according to his dad, his father felt responsible for his horny needs. Unlike his dad who was able to visit bars on Saturday evenings to acquire ‘free-range pussy,’ as Hank senior liked to put it, Hank junior would have to wait for over a year before he could legally accompany his dad to the bar. Furthermore, being at a technical college overrun with men, the few girls attending the institution were almost certainly lesbians, in his opinion.

With a snigger, Hank junior then finally added, “I also truthfully believe that dad uses Friday nights to charge his batteries for his cavorting on Saturday nights.”

Grisham was completely dumbstruck by the ‘intelligence’ update he was receiving. Furthermore, the manly gesticulations augmenting the disclosure he was listening to as Hank kept rearranging his crotch and scratching his armpits, all the while smelling his fingers, almost felt like Grisham had entered some alternative caveman universe. Grisham’s head was spinning as Hank once more looked at his watch.

“Oh shit, I’d better be on my way,” Hank then announced.

All Grisham could think about as he lay in bed that Friday evening was what it would like to be fly on the wall in the lounge next door, watching those two studs beating their meat.

Next door on that same Friday evening, as the Hanks’ watched their porn, a watershed moment occurred in Hank junior’s life. After mentioning to his dad that he had chatted to Grisham again that day, Hank senior let out a jovial snort before he pushed the pause button on the televisions remote.

“You do realize that the pretty-boy next door is a fuck-bunny, don’t you boy?” Hank senior then uttered matter-of-factly.

“What do you mean, dad,” Hank junior asked, somewhat perplexed.

With yet another mirthful guffaw, Hank senior then told his son that in his opinion, their youthful neighbour was a bum-boy.

“Huh… how do you know that?” Hank junior asked, now totally flummoxed.

“Shit, boy, you’re really not very observant,” and then after yet another snigger, Hank senior resumed. “Every time you and I enter or exit the garage, that little cock-sucker is ogling us through his curtains,” Hank senior concluded with a fatherly countenance.

Like an open-mouthed guppy, Hank junior just looked at his dad in a state of total astonishment.

Next, after a long swig of his beer Hank senior continued, “Listen, boy, what I’m about to say to you I have never told anyone else. Just hear me out and draw your own conclusions.”

Contemplatively, Hank senior now took a long draw on his cigarette.

“As you know, I come from a family that were as poor as church mice. We never got sweats, crisps, or soda pops. Only once a year when my grandparents visited us we got to stuff our faces with all that kind of crap.”

Next, Hank senior changed course. “In any case, when I was your age, a new family moved in next door to us.”

Hank senior now let out another snigger, before reflectively continuing. “Their son was a real mommy’s boy and a year younger than me. He was a plump little arsehole that looked a pork belly pig. What made him special, nevertheless, was that unlike us he had a never-ending supply of sweets and soft drinks all year round. I always watched him enviously, on his back porch, slugging down cold drinks and scoffing sweats.”

After yet another sip of beer he again resumed, “Well, that’s when decided that I wanted to partake in his good fortune. One day I jumped over the fence between our houses and approached Miss Piggy on this matter. As I began hinting about the sweets and cold drinks, the arrogant little shit asked me what was in it for him. Convinced about my intuition that he was a bum-boy, I told him that he could suck my knob if I could share his treats. Predictably, the fat little fucker’s eyes lit up like the fourth of July when I said that,” Hank senior concluded with a hearty laugh.

“In any case, thereafter we had a good old quid pro quo thing going on,” Hank senior concluded, still chuckling.

Shocked and almost speechless, Hank junior haltingly stammered, “Did… did, you also… fuck him?”

“Sure I did,” Hank senior confirmed, pragmatically.

“But dad…” Hank junior tried to say, before his father interrupted him.

“If you’re about to use the word, gay, then I’ll give you a bitch-slap. Lots of young men fuck around with one another before they eventually settle down with a girlfriend or a wife. It’s no big deal and doesn’t make you homosexual. Fooling around with another guy when you’re your age is perfectly normal,” Hank senior logically resolved.

As Hank senior looked at his sons bewildered face he decided to impart a final bit of fatherly advice he had been working towards. “Hank, apart from free sweets and beverages, I must tell you that Miss Piggy also taught me a few very valuable lessons. Firstly, when it comes to sex, a blowjob is top of the pops. Following on that, fucking butt comes a close second. I am sorry to tell you that fucking pussy actually comes in a distant third.”

After another pause, Hank senior now headed for the finishing line. “Before you marry one day, may I suggest that you find a woman that likes sucking knob and also likes to take dick in her arsehole as well, because if you don’t, then you will sadly you’ll have to hire a hooker if you want to savour these delicacies. Therefore, be sure that you make the right choice up front,” Hank senior sternly advised.

After another lengthy sip of beer, Hank senior uttered his summation.

“If I were you, I would definitely use the pretty-boy next door. With your limited options at college and also not being old enough to visit bars, Grisham would be a great fuck-bunny for you to practise on. Fuck knows… he is infinitely better looking than the fat little fuck I got to practise on.”

With one final snigger, Hank senior then stated, “It’s your call boy. Whether you do or you don’t, it’s your business and has nothing to do with me. Case closed.”

When Hank junior lay in bed that night he was totally stunned by what his dad had told him. In all honesty, he did find Grisham very attractive and had even thought that he was actually too pretty to be a guy, but having sex with him… that was simply a little weird. On the other hand, however, the oral and anal advice that his dad had given him was totally intriguing.

If there was one thing Hank junior had always respected about his dad, it was the way Hank senior could read people. The more Hank junior now began to think about Grisham, the more he realized that his father was probably correct. The only obstacle thus left for Hank junior to ponder, was how he would initiate a possible encounter.

The following week, when Hank junior and Grisham again arrived home simultaneously, Grisham once more invited Hank in for a cold drink. As usual, Hank first dropped his stuff off at home, before arriving next door barefoot and only wearing his shorts and t-shirt, as usual.

Shortly, they moved to back porch after Hank asked if he could smoke on a cigarette, cognisant of the fact that neither Grisham, nor his parents, were smokers. After they did so, Hank’s mind began to work overtime. Although Hank junior had enjoyed sex with two girls at his former school prior to moving in next door, no oral and definitely no anal sex, had ever taken place. Hank began wondering if instead of candy, his remarkable cock might be an inducement for Grisham.

“Do you mind if I have a piss on your lawn?” Hank then asked.

“No, go for it,” Grisham replied, practically choking with excitement.

Hank now moved onto the lawn and with his body at a strategic angle so that Grisham would clearly be able to see his impressive cock, he nonchalantly pushed his shorts down. Hank then let his knob lie across his palm, as if he was a purveyor of priceless artefacts. Hank could clearly see that Grisham was self-consciously fascinated. As much as Grisham frequently averted his eyes, his gaze, nevertheless, constantly returned to the magnificent spraying hose as Hank relieved himself.

“Why are you pretending not to look?” Hank impishly inquired. “I don’t mind if you have a good look at my knob.”

As Grisham stared awkwardly, there was a mischievous look on Hank’s face as he extravagantly swayed his dick about in a flamboyant fashion.

“So, what do you think of my cock?” Hank arrogantly asked as he commenced flicking, and then massaging piss from the hood of his uncut tool, once the flow had ceased.

“It’s remarkable … I wish… I also had a foreskin,” Grisham quietly said, battling to articulate his appraisal.

“So, that means you’re cut?” Hank asked.

“Yeah, I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have a foreskin,” Grisham enviously replied.

“Well, would you like to know what it feels like?” Hank then ebulliently inquired.

“Huh, what are you talking about?” Grisham asked, totally confused.

Stepping back from the wet patch on the lawn where had just been pissing, Hank now beckoned Grisham to approach him. After he did so gingerly, Hank next told Grisham to push his shorts down.

Grisham was reticent to do so, because he had a major boner by this time and was nervous to expose his excitement.

Sensing Grisham’s reluctance, Hank said, “Don’t be shy, buddy, it’s okay if you have an erection. As you can see, I’m also busy getting a stiffy.”

Encouraged by this, Grisham now lowered his shorts as instructed.

“That’s a pretty cock you have,” Hank said with a reassuring laugh.

Next, after spitting in his hand, Hank amazingly lubricated the head of Grisham’s penis with his saliva. Following on that, Hank told Grisham to take hold of his own shaft. As Grisham watched, Hank then took hold of the front of his foreskin before sliding the luxurious hood over the head of Grisham’s dick. A tingle of excitement flooded over Grisham as he watched his cock-head disappear into the wet depository.

“Now, wrap your fingers around our joined knobs and go for it,” Hank now instructed.

Totally overawed, Grisham excitedly commenced tugging, Hank further added to his pleasure by placing his butch hands on Grisham’s shoulders.

“So, do you like having a foreskin?” Hank inquired after a few moments.

“Fuck, yeah, it’s… fuckin’ awesome,” Grisham breathlessly whimpered.

“Well, welcome to the brotherhood of smelly cocks, buddy,” Hank chuckled.

“Would you also like to experience what a foreskin tastes like?” Hank asked with a lustful snigger.

“Fuck, yeah,” Grisham once more answered.

After Grisham had got to his knees, he was overwhelmed by the rich genital bouquet emanating from Hank’s crotch. The aroma was heavenly.

“It’s all yours, buddy, go for it,” Hank again uttered.

The pungent taste was simply delectable and as his lips and tongue savoured the masculine flavours, Grisham thought he had died and gone to heaven. Once more, Hank’s hands entered the stimulating fray as they now encapsulated Grisham’s head. At this point, Grisham had entered a state of total bliss.

For Hank, his father’s words reverberated in his head. Having his dick sucked was fuckin’ incredible. As much as he wanted to prolong the pleasure, however, Hank soon found himself overcome with ecstasy as his powerful hands took a firm grip on Grisham’s head and his skull-fucking intensified.

“I’m going to cum shortly. Do you want me to unload in your mouth?” Hank excitedly asked as his dick commenced conquering Grisham’s throat.

“Mmm,” Grisham murmured.

Hank’s throaty roar then followed as he unloaded his spunk into Grisham’s mouth.

The taste of Hank’s lumpy jizz was totally awesome and Grisham swallowed for all he was worth.

“Did you like that?” Hank asked after Grisham had got to his feet.

“Fuck, yeah,” Grisham answered with a very broad smile.

“So, would you like to do this again?” Hank asked with a hopeful grin.

“Fuck, yeah,” Grisham confirmed as he stared into Hank’s eyes.

“Cool,” Hank replied, before adding, “Maybe we can also take things a little further next time.”

Puzzled, Grisham then asked, “What do you mean.”

“Well, hopefully you’ll let me fuck your arse… if you like,” Hank tentatively suggested.

With a grin on his face and now emboldened by what had just transpired, Grisham decided to push his luck. “Well, If you kiss me I might consider that,” Grisham cheekily replied.

“Whew, that might be taking things a little too far,” Hank circumspectly countered.

“In that case, it seems that we both have something to think about,” Grisham mischievously responded.

After Hank left, Grisham kept replaying the events of that afternoon in his mind. He couldn’t believe what had happened and how mind-blowing it had all been. The docking, sucking, and aromas had been; fan-fuckin’-tastic. The added fact, that Hank had also suggested another encounter simply put the cherry on the cake for Grisham.

‘Christ,’ he thought, ‘I cannot wait for our next get-together.’

Before fell asleep, he kept imagining Hank lying naked on his bed, as he licked every part of Hank’s body.

Disappointingly, Grisham did not see Hank the following day. But his heart almost burst out of his chest the day after, when he heard a knock on the front door.

After Hank entered, he immediately grabbed hold of Grisham’s body and commenced kissing him. After a few minutes, Hank looked into Grisham’s eyes and said, “A deal’s a deal, buddy.”

Although Grisham was nervous about losing his cherry, he was nonetheless completely committed to the idea.

“Shall we go to my room?” Grisham then asked with a broad smile.

After they had undressed, Hank wasted no time in arranging Grisham’s body in the doggy position on the bed. For the past two days, all he had thought about was plowing Grisham’s hole.

As Hank’s fingers commenced their exploration of Grisham’s greasy crack, he snorted and said, “It looks like you are lubed and ready for me, buddy.”

“Please just take it easy. I’ve never done this before,” Grisham pleaded.

As Grisham felt Hank’s dick rubbing against his portal, he tried his best to relax. He knew this was going to be sore, but there was no way in hell Grisham wasn’t going through with it. As the prodding began, his mind took over and calmness flooded over him.

Hank was as horny as could be and if it were up to him, he would’ve liked to slam his cock into Grisham’s backside. Thankfully, common sense prevailed, however, and he knew that he had to restrain himself.

With a gentle prodding, Hank commenced his intrusion, doing his best to discern the level of discomfort that Grisham was enduring. The tautness of Grisham’s manhole was breath-taking and as Hank nudged his knob ever forward, his dad’s revelation echoed in his head. So far, this portal was definitely superior to pussy.

For Grisham, his lust was becoming an antidote to the soreness. Much as it hurt, there was nothing more important to him at that moment, than having Hank’s cock in his arse. When Grisham finally felt Hank’s crotch up against his backside, Grisham was panting with pleasure.

“Are you okay…? Buddy,” Hank asked.

“Yeah, just fuck me,” Grisham began intoning, totally overcome by horniness.

With a heavenly strangulation clamping onto his dick in a vice-like grip, Hank’s hips began to sway in a rhythmic fashion. As he did so his vocal cords commenced resonating lustfully. Grisham had never felt anything more pleasurable in his life as his backside now got pummelled.

“Oh, fuck yeah, nail my arse,” Grisham kept chanting, as the huge fleshy hammer pounded in and out of him.

As Hank’s powerful hands clenched onto Grisham’s hips, he battered Grisham’s voracious butt-hole.

“Harder, harder, fuck me harder,” Grisham kept repeating. Hank now began to pound him mercilessly.

In a total state of euphoria, Grisham’s dick began to spew as Hank cried out heralding his own volcanic eruption.

Totally sated, Hank’s frame collapsed onto Grisham body.

Over the following few weeks, their trysts continued. Hank junior also began to tell his dad what a nice guy Grisham was. Astutely, Hank senior now began to realise that his son had heeded his advice. An ever-increasing nostalgia also started evolving in Hank senior’s life as he hankered back to his past. Much as he had enjoyed fucking Miss Piggy, the little neighbour next to them was totally sublime and he found himself actually envying his son.

The more he thought about his son and Grisham, the more Hank senior coveted a piece of the action that he was sure Hank junior was getting. Unable to help himself, Hank senior began hatching a plan.

One Friday evening, a week or so later, Hank senior made a suggestion to his son. “Listen, I’ve got a date lined up tomorrow evening and won’t be returning home afterwards. Seeing that you and Grisham are getting on so well, why don’t you invite him over for a barbeque and a sleep over?” Hank senior instigated.

“Cool,” Hank junior delightedly replied.

All his afternoon sessions with Grisham had been rather short-lived and now finally, he would be able to enjoy a prolonged encounter with guy that had by now become an obsession with him.

Grisham’s dad was very also very pleased that his son was getting on so well with Hank junior. Frank, Grisham’ father, had always worried that his boy was slightly too; ‘girlish.’ Frank was therefore pleased that with Grisham befriending Hank, some of Hank’s masculinity might ‘rub-off.’

When Grisham arrived next door just after six On Saturday evening, the fire outside was well underway.

Hank senior was having a sleep in his bedroom, prior to his date and only emerged from his bedroom by seven-thirty, prior to departing for his ‘date.’

It was fascinating to Grisham how similar the father and his son were. Grisham had only engaged Hank senior from afar before this, and he was gobsmacked by how sexy Hank senior actually was. There was no mistaking their familial affiliation and Grisham knew exactly what Hank junior would look like in a few decades. The other thing that totally blew Grisham away was the affection that Hank senior displayed toward him, prior to his departure. Hank senior’s farewell embrace was almost salacious and Grisham was instantly aroused.

‘Christ, I wish I could be ravished by both these hunks,’ Grisham thought to himself, but quickly dismissed his thoughts as wishful thinking.

Once Hank and Grisham had eaten dinner and washed the dishes, they moved through to the lounge. There was a very relaxed atmosphere between them and it was almost as if everything had gone into slow-motion.

As they sat on the large sofa, Hank then asked Grisham if he would give him a foot massage. The thought of finally getting his hands on Hank’s huge feet, excited Grisham enormously. Once Hank returned from the bathroom with the ointment, with a naughty grin on his face he then suggested they get naked.

Grisham was determined to take his time and explore some of the fantasies he had imagined with Hank. As went to work on Hank’s first foot the sight of Hank’s stiffening and then erect cock, was incredibly enticing. Grisham, however, was determined to take his time. The low whimpers emanating from Hank, as Hank lay with his hands behind his head observing Grisham, were also totally awesome.

After ten minutes when both feet had been taken care of, Grisham moved between Hank’s legs and after lowering his torso, kissed Hank gently. Grisham then gradually moved downward and commenced nibbling on Hank’s nipples, to escalating murmurs of excitement from Hank.

Next, Grisham’s face moved towards Hank’s left armpit. Murmurs now transformed into throaty groans as Hank literally began to growl with excitement as Grisham’s licking intensified.

“Jesus… fuck-it… Oh, Jesus, this is fuckin’ awesome,” Hank stammered. “You are going to be doing this in future.” Hank concluded.

After the other armpit had also been taken care of several minutes later, Grisham once more returned to Hank’s nipples, prior to making his way down Hank’s body. After briefly pausing at Hank’s bellybutton, Grisham arrived at his final destination.

Hank’s genitals now received a tongue cleansing of note. As he licked Hank’s balls, he continually popped one and then the other, in and out of his mouth, before finally turning his full attention to Hank’s dick.

As Grisham’s head moved up and down, Hank was astonished by the ever-increasing skill that Grisham was begging to develop. It was as if his throat muscles had overcome all their initial reluctance and had now been tamed to accommodate Hank’s entire knob.

When Grisham saw that Hanks chest was beginning to heave too excitedly, he immediately ceased his oral onslaught and lifted his torso.

Next, Grisham straddled Hank’s hips before guiding Hank’s cock into his backside. In ‘cowgirl’ fashion, Grisham now commenced riding Hank’s knob. It did take too long, given all the pleasure that had occurred thus far, before Grisham once more saw Hank’s chest begin to heave. In sync with what was happening; Grisham now began to tug on his own cock.

Their timing was excellent and within seconds of one another, both men unloaded.

Afterwards, they continued sitting in the lounge as they sipped one last beer before heading off to bed, just before eleven.

At the bar, Hank senior sat around killing time. He was planning to return home at around eleven to hopefully surprise the boys. Hank was confident that his premonition about his son fucking Grisham was accurate.

Fortunately, after an hour or so, things became more interesting when Hank senior struck up a conversation with a married couple. The wife was very attractive and her husband good-looking. As time progressed, Hank got a strong feeling that they were in to him, particularly the wife. As she became more and more flirty, her husband seemed to be unaffected by this. If anything, he appeared to be compliant with his wife’s behaviour.

Hank senior now became slightly ambivalent about his plans for that night. He was very interested in fucking the wife and wondered what her husband’s role would be in proceedings.

‘Is he into voyeurism, or participation?’ Hank thought to himself. Hank also further pondered if the wife liked double penetration.

As their flirting further escalated, Hank was sure that the offer for a hook-up was not far off and as he had presumed, at ten-thirty the wife asked him if he would like to join them for a drink at their home.

A dilemma now materialised in his mind as he pondered if should he join them or go home to confirm his beliefs? After a brief contemplation, Hank, however, opted for Plan A; figuring that if he played his cards right he might still have another chance with the couple at a later stage.

Magically, the ploy worked after Hank sneakily went on to explain that he had to pick up his son from a party at eleven. The wife looked very disappointed but understood the situation. As a backup plan, nevertheless, Hank quickly added that he hoped he would see them again when things would not be rushed. At this suggestion the wife smiled broadly and proposed that Hank should give them his telephone number, promising that she would invite him for dinner at the end of the following week.

As Hank senior drove home he was very pleased that his bar strategy had worked. In his mind, Hank had also calculated that the husband and wife were swingers and that their association could end up being very sexually beneficial to him in the long run.

Tonight, however, Hank was fixated on seeing if his son was using their pretty boy neighbour. If his assumption was correct, he was also determined to participate in the action. Naturally, there would be no interaction between him and his son, because Hank would never consider incest in any way or form. But, the thought of sharing the fuck-bunny from next door with his boy, excited him enormously.

As Hank senior approached his property, he turned off his headlights before entering his property. Hank then quietly opened the front door and was relieved to see a faint light ahead of him, emanating from the main bedroom. After removing his shoes and socks, he headed in that direction.

Upon peering into the open door of the bedroom, he was delighted to see the two copulating bodies on his large kingside bed. Grisham was on his stomach and Hank junior’s body was rhythmically humping Grisham’s arse.

As Hank senior returned to the lounge to strip naked, he wondered what reaction he would get from the fornicating duo, once he announced himself to them.

After returning to the bedroom door, Hank senior again stood watching the scene on the bed. As he looked he casually toyed with his erect cock observing the hot spectacle before him. Hank senior was very proud of his son as he languidly plowed Grisham’s arse. After another few minutes and now overcome with horniness, Hank senior decided to announce himself.

“Don’t stop boys, I just want to pull up a chair and watch,” Hank senior pronounced after approaching the bed.

The shock resulting from his utterance immediately had two faces staring at him. Hank junior’s face was the calmer of the two. After all, this was what his dad had advised. Grisham face, on the other hand, was bright red with embarrassment. To Grisham’s amazement, Hank junior didn’t jump up. In fact, his defiant hips just kept on humping Grisham’s backside. Overwhelmed and confounded as he was, Grisham was also totally intrigued by what lay ahead for him.

As Grisham began to relax while Hank junior continued humping him, Hank senior pulled up a chair and sat down. With one stud fucking him, while the other one sat on a chair watching and toying with his dick, was totally surreal experience for Grisham. In his wildest imaginings he could never have anticipated this scenario. The collective groans and moans from both Hanks’ also further enhanced Grisham’s enjoyment, with Hank senior’s lustful instructions being the trump card.

Several minutes later, Grisham’s reverie was interrupted when Hank senior spoke. “Listen boy, are you going to let your old dad also have a go?” Hank senior asked.

“Sure,” Hank junior replied, prior lifting his body off Grisham.

After the two Hanks’ had swapped places, Hank senior commenced humping Grisham’s backside meaningfully.

For Hank senior, with his son now assuming the role of the horny instructor as he sat watching, Hank senior’s gratification just kept escalating. With a cacophony of licentiousness reverberating in the room, Grisham was in seventh heaven. The erotic banter between the two Hanks’ made him feel like a fuck-toy in the clutches of two sex-starved alphas, as all his fantasies magically unfolded.

When the next swap took place, Grisham was now introduced to an ongoing spit roasting session as Hank senior face-fucked him and Hank junior once more plowed his arse. In addition, the banter now took on a competitive air, which further enhanced the enchantment of what was happening to him. At one point, Grisham even got to attack Hank senior’s armpits as well.

After an hour long session of ecstasy for Grisham and after all three men had cum, Grisham contentedly lay in the middle of the two Hanks’ before sleep overcame them.

To Grisham’s amazement, he was once more awoken by Hank senior before morning, when Hank senior sensually spooned and fucked him. Grisham was blown away by the level of intimacy that Hank senior displayed as this happened. Much as he had always enjoyed sex with Hank junior, the passion that Hank senior displayed during this session transcended all former encounters. The way Hank senior’s mouth scanned his neck, ears, and face, was totally mesmerizing. Added to this, Hank senior’s fondling hand gave Grisham a masterclass in genital stimulation.

After they all awoke the following morning, another spit roasting session with the two Hanks’ took place before breakfast.

As Grisham was about to leave after breakfast, he mentioned that his parents had planned a second honeymoon two-weeks later, and would be away for three-weeks.

To his great satisfaction, Hank senior then replied, “Well, in that case, we’ll be expecting you to report for duty every evening at six o’clock, while they are away.”

“Yes, sir,” Grisham answered, with a huge smile on his face.