My dad‘s dad and mom (my grandfather and grandmother) were unable to join us for the holiday weekend. They moved to Tennessee from Indiana a few years ago when my grandfather retired. My grandmother still works a volunteer job in the Nashville area. Both are 65 years old and in very good health. They both look at least ten years younger than they are.
As long as I can, remember, I’ve always been close to both of them. My grandmother has spoiled me for all the years I’ve known her. The earliest memories of my grandfather were when he would pick me up and put me on his lap to ride around on his lawn tractor while he was cutting the two acres around his house. I can’t even tell you how many times I did that, but it was many times each summer. I remember him holding close with his arms around me. Eventually, I got old enough where he trusted me to mow the yard by myself. But I’ll always remember sitting on his lap and the way he held me.
My grandfather was a master electrician at the paper mill where I worked when I first met Brian. Even as a young boy, I would sometimes go to work and sit in his office. He would give me all of the things out of his lunchbox that he didn’t want that grandma packed for him. In fact, he was the one that got me the summer college job at the paper mill. I was strictly into women and girls only. But after seeing Brian come out of the showers at the end of shift one night…well, my sexual life changed. I’d never seen a sexier body (and cock) before that day. Including the many girls I’d dated in high school. And that included Susan, my fiancé at the time. He had a body that you’d have to see to believe. Pretty, but handsome, too. I had my first gay sexual experience that night with Brian. God, he was a hottie. Had it not been for that night, I’m not sure I’d ever been brave enough to be with another man. Or boy.
My grandparents would seem to be an odd pair. My grandfather is 6’5” and probably 230#. And still very handsome even at age 65. Ruggedly handsome. I’m sure he dated many girls and had his choice of a lot of females before he married my grandmother. My grandmother is 5'1” and about 120#. She’s still very pretty for a 65-year-old woman. I have to admit, once I went through puberty, I had many “unpure” thoughts about her…if you get my drift. When you see them side-by-side, they sure don’t look like they belong together. He’s got that rugged cowboy look and she looks like a tiny schoolteacher. But they’ve been married for over 45 years, so I guess it’s worked for them.
Anyway, I’ve never missed a major holiday without seeing them. And since they couldn’t come up to see me at my parent’s house, I decided to drive down to Nashville to see them. I’ve stayed at their house before - usually two to three days at a time. This trip I’d probably only be able to stay two days as I needed to get back to school.
When I arrived, my grandmother greeted me and doted over me like she always does. My grandfather did the same and, as usual, gave me a bigger hug than my grandmother did. I always thought it was a bit odd that he hugged me longer and tighter than she did, but it had been that way for many years. We were very close. I’d always admired his good looks and his obvious masculinity. A man’s man for sure. I’ve seen pictures of him when he was in his 20s. A very sexy man.
Grandmother had a nice dinner prepared for us and I helped her clean up when we were finished. After catching up on family news, grandmother said she had to get to bed because she had to be at her volunteer job early the next morning. Thankfully, no one brought up my recent divorce from Susan. It was a touchy subject with my parents and similarly with my grandparents. But I think they felt that if it was going to be discussed, I had to be the one to bring it up.
My grandfather asked me if I wanted to go out to his workshop to see some of the gunstocks he was working on for some customers he had. He’s a master wood craftsman in addition to his electrician’s job taking pieces of wood and carving them into designs chosen by the customer. He gets up to $5,000 for very intricate works that sometimes take months to finish. I’ve seen many of his finished projects. He does amazing work. A true artist.
“Mark, how are things going with you? Your dad told me about you and Susan going your separate ways. We didn’t want to bring it up during dinner. Your grandma didn’t bring it up at dinner assuming you’d bring it up if you wanted to. But you two seemed like such a great couple. Do you mind if I ask what happened between you two? If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine, too.”
Now there is no way that I’m telling my grandfather, my dad’s dad, that I’ve been sucking cock, getting fucked, and vice-versa for the last year, or so. And that I’ve basically given up any interest in women. 18-80 year-old fit guys are the only ones that get my dick hard these days. Worse yet, or at least more scandalous, one of those guys was his very own son. MY DAD. At 6’5” he’d probably knock me into the next century if he knew I was fucking his son.
I’m not going to say, “Yeah, grandpa, I’ve been sucking and fucking your oldest son and five or six other guys, too. That’s why Susan and I got divorced if you really need to know. And, oh yeah, tell grandma, too.”
My grandfather is probably the straightest man I know and I’m not going to shatter his world by telling him his son AND grandson are both cock lovers.
“Well, grandpa, Susan and I both realized we had different interests. While in college, we seemed to enjoy the same things in life. Once we graduated, that changed. We didn’t want to start a family if we couldn’t agree on important things. It’s really as simple as that.”
“Were you seeing other girls? Was she seeing other guys?”
“No, no. I wasn’t seeing other girls and, as far as I know, she’s wasn’t seeing anyone. It’s complicated really and, well…it’s the best for both of us I believe.”
Please god; please don’t let him ask me if I’m seeing other guys. Telling him the truth would be a huge disappointment for him. Lying to him…well, I couldn’t do that. I’m very masculine so I really don’t think the thought of me seeing men would cross his mind.
“So, basically, you want to sow some wild oats with other people for a while. Didn’t want to be monogamous? Well, you wouldn’t be the first guy to feel that way. It’s pretty common really. I sowed a few before I married your grandmother. And, yes, I’ve sowed a few after we were married. Not proud of it, but I did it. Now you don’t need to repeat that to your grandmother please. I think she knows I did it with a few people, but she’s never brought it up. And I want to keep it that way. The main thing, Mark, is you don’t want to turn any of those wild oats into a baby. Do that and you’re pretty much screwed. In a lot of ways. Be careful who you are screwing around with. Okay?”
As much as I would love to tell him that I don’t think making a baby is possible with the guys I’ve been fucking with, I’m not ready to admit my bisexual desires to my grandfather. Or should I say my “gay” desires? The next thing you know, he tells my grandmother and she’s on the phone with my parents. Sure, my dad knows I’m into men, since we’ve had sex together already. But my mom sure doesn’t know and I don’t want her to know.
“Yeah, well grandpa, I think I’m covered there. I think I’m pretty safe not planning on making any babies anytime soon. But I appreciate the advice.”
“Well, you’re a sexy, good-looking guy Mark. So, I don’t think you’ll have any trouble finding someone.” My grandfather calling me “sexy” seemed kinda weird, but whatever.
The next morning I slept in. I didn’t roll out of the sack until about 7:30 AM. Grandma was already gone to work so I decided to jump into the guest shower to get cleaned up. Grandpa wanted to show me some places I’d never seen around Nashville. I went into the kitchen to fix some toast and have a glass of orange juice to start my day.
Right about them, my grandfather walked into the kitchen. Completely nude. Lady Godiva nude, except Lady Godiva never had as much hanging between her legs like my grandfather did. It was absolutely massive…and hard…and red. As if he had been beating it between the sheets. I was mesmerized by the length and the width. Outside of porn movies (and teenage Brian’s), I’ve never seen a cock that big. I could not take my eyes off of it. I’m sure my grandfather saw the absolute lust in my eyes. His cock was standing straight out, and his balls were hanging between his legs. His body was mostly smooth with just tufts of hair here and there. His ass always look great in clothes, but it looked a lot better without then. Damn hot to be honest.
“Oh, Mark, I’m sorry. I thought you were still in bed. Once your grandma leaves for work, I like to walk around the kitchen nude while I’m making breakfast. I’m really sorry. I’ll go get some clothes on and I’ll be right back.”
That sounded like a reasonable explanation, but it sure didn’t explain why his massively large cock looked like it had been manhandled like that. The head was red like a beet almost. My dad’s 65-year-old dad was still jacking off. Well, good for him. I was still in a mild trance just looking at my dad’s dad’s cock. At the same time I was literally speechless. I couldn’t tell him I didn’t want him to go put clothes on because the words wouldn’t come out. So, I did the next best thing.
I walked over to him - to his nakedness - and put my hand around his cock. Oh fuck, it was pumping blood like crazy. Throbbing and pulsating. Perfect. I never said a word at first. I just looked up at him with desire for my grandfather in my eyes.
“Grandpa, don’t go. You look beautiful naked. Your body is, is, unbelievable. I love it. I, I need you. I need to BE with you. I need to make you feel good, Grandpa. I need to taste you. I want to kiss you. I want to kiss all of you. Every part of you. I want you to make love to me, Grandpa.”
As he pushed me away from his cock, he said, “Mark, no. Do you realize what you are saying? That’s incest Mark. We can’t do that. Is this why you and Susan broke up? How long has this been going on? Do your parents know? Are you gay?”
Well, I didn’t think this was a good time to tell him that mom didn’t know, but my dad sure as hell did. It would kill him to know that his son had fucked me and then I had fucked his son in return. I’m not sure his heart would’ve taken that kind of news at age 65.
“It’s complicated Grandpa. Do you remember that Brian kid that worked up in the paper-drying room at the paper mill? One night after work he came out of the shower nude and, well, one thing led to another. I had never experienced anything like it and I certainly didn’t know before that night that I had any desire for men or boys. But after two times with Brian, I couldn’t get the gay feelings out of my mind. He was my first experience with men, but I’ve had quite a few since then and, to be honest, I’ve grown to like it a lot. Susan and I realized that I had desire for men and I’d lost my desire for her. So, it was best for both of us to go our separate ways. I hope you don’t think less of me, grandpa, for being a queer.”
My grandfather pulled me to him. He put his arms around me and kissed me. He put his tongue in my mouth. He put my hand back onto his cock. It was rock hard again.
“Oh Mark, I NEED TO BE HONEST WITH YOU! I’ve seen you grow up since you were a little baby. By the time you were 14, I wanted to make love to you, but I knew that was not right and impossible. I knew it was wrong to want you as much as I have over these last twelve years. I kept my feelings for you only to myself. It was years before I could finally tell your grandmother of my sinful thoughts about you. You don’t know how many times I’ve jacked off at night thinking about you. About being your lover. Please don’t think less of me, but that has been my life these past twelve years. Every time I saw you, I wanted you. When you would visit, I would have to go jack off to relieve my hard on for you.
That’s why you saw my cock so hard just now. I have been stroking myself thinking about you since you arrived yesterday. That’s why my cock was so red when you first saw me and like it is now. I’m still sorry that you saw that. But I couldn’t help myself. I feel so good when I get off thinking about you. And making love to you in my fantasy.”
“Grandfather, you just said you couldn’t have me. That it would be wrong. But that’s not true. You can have me right now. Grandma won’t be home for a few hours. We have all day together, if that’s what you want. I know that’s what I want. When I saw you nude, when I saw your cock, I knew I wanted you. I want to make love to you, Grandpa. It's not wrong if we love each other. And I do love you, Grandpa.”
He kissed me in a way that only an incestuous grandfather could. I could tell his desire had been pent up for a long time. And now he knew that I wanted him badly. I went down to my knees and took his throbbing cock into my mouth. Or at least as much as I could. It was fantastic. I took both hands and put them on the cheeks of his ass. I pulled his ass to me so that I could get more of his cock into my mouth. I ran my hands down his smooth legs and hips, knowing at some point, his sexy legs would be wrapped around me - with his dick pumping into me.
I went from his cock back to sucking his balls. Up and down his shaft, and then back to his cock again and again. Taking as much into my mouth and throat as I could. He was moaning while releasing almost a decade of pent up lust for me. We both felt amazing. Well, I know I did.
We moved into the bedroom where he became much more aggressive. He pinned me to the bed. He spread my legs as wide as he could, and then went down to suck my cock. It was at that moment that I realized this wasn’t my grandfather‘s first time with a man. He was too good at what he was doing. He was in control of my cock and my balls and my ass. He kept telling me he loved me and I told him I loved him, too. I was in heaven.
He couldn’t wait any longer to enter me. He moved his body up to where the head of his cock touched the crack in my ass. He spread my legs even further apart asking me if I wanted him to use protection. I never answered. I just grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him deep into me. His massive cock hurt like hell. I’d never taken a cock that thick before. But I didn’t care. This is my grandfather fucking me, and I loved it. He started kissing me while pumping his cock in and out of me. I loved him. I put a finger in his ass, which put him over the top. He came in my cunt and I could feel every ounce of the juices he was shooting in me. At the same time, my dick shot cum all over my stomach. Once he was finished filling my pussy, he moved down to lick my cum off of my chest. Once he had it in his mouth, he put his lips to mine and gave my cum back to me. God, kissing your own grandfather sexually…well, it’s really a wonderful feeling.
“Oh, fuck Mark, I’m empty baby. That’s the best fuck I’ve had in a long time. I hope I made you feel good as good as I did.”
“Oh grandpa, I can’t even tell you how good that was. When I saw you naked in the kitchen with your huge cock, I knew I had to have you one way, or the other. I’m glad you weren’t mad at me when I came on to you. When I grabbed your cock. Now all I want to do is repay you by fucking you grandpa -- at least once before I go back home.”
“Well, let’s get cleaned up and we can talk about it before your grandmother gets home. You’re staying again tonight, right? Maybe we can make something happen, my boy.”
We got cleaned up, talked about it for a few hours, and then got ready for my grandmother to come home. Hopefully, she wouldn’t ask or suspect what her husband and her grandson were up to today. We prepared dinner for her so that she wouldn’t have to do that. We were both pretty happy, but we didn’t let that show too much in case she had any questions. After dinner, I went to bed as usual hoping the next morning I would get a chance to fuck my grandpa before returning home.
Somewhere between 2 a.m. and 3 a.m. I was startled to feel something pressing hard against my face. I jumped back thinking there was an animal in my room. There was an animal alright. It was my grandfather‘s cock that got out of his pants.
“Shhh…be still. You don’t want to wake your grandmother up. But you said you wanted to fuck your grandpa before you went home. It got me so horny thinking about it that I couldn’t wait until morning. NOW SUCK MY COCK, BOY!”
“Fuck Grandpa, if Grandma wakes up and catches us, we’re going to be in some real trouble. Let’s wait until she goes to work in the morning. I’ll be glad to fuck your ass then. I’ll do anything you want. But we need to be careful. Fuck.”
Grandpa was not having any of that. He put his big, fat cock right back in my face and forced it into my mouth. He got on the bed to straddle me to make sure I couldn’t resist. Sure, it tasted just as good as the day before. Maybe there was a little bit of grandma in it from when they went to bed earlier. But getting caught in the act of incest wasn’t something I wanted to explain to her.
Yet, my hormones took over. The queer ones. I took all of his cock that I could into my mouth. I grabbed his sexy ass and fondled the hell out of it. But that still left a few inches hanging out of my mouth with his giant balls slapping at my chin. His sexy ass on my chest had me pinned down at the same time. I loved it. For a few minutes he just pumped his cock in and out of my mouth before he was ready for the next step. He pushed into my throat so hard that I was gagging like crazy. And moaning even more. But other than the sound maybe waking up Grandma, I was okay having him and his granddaddy dick deep in my throat.
“Mark, I want you to get my pussy wet with your mouth and tongue. And then when I’m sloppy wet back there, I want you to fuck me doggy style. That’s all I’ve thought about all day. I want my grandson to fuck the hell out of my ass. I want you to fuck me like a bitch. I want you to fuck me hard, Mark. I want your cock to hurt my cunt. Fill me with your prick, son. Please. I need you grandson!!
And that’s what I did. I removed his cock from my mouth and I pushed him flat face down on the bed. I moved around to tongue-fuck my grandfather’s ass. I was going to give him the best ass-rimming he’d ever had. I could not get back around to his ass fast enough. God, I love rimming man ass.
“I love you grandpa” as I buried my tongue in his ass. Fuck, I loved it. My grandfather's cunt and I'm licking it like crazy. Here’s the oldest man I’ve ever had any kind of sex with and I’ve never felt hornier. And I was pleasing him in a way he’d never forget. Once I got his pussy wet enough to enter, I mounted him grabbing his shoulders so that I could thrust in and out. I didn’t want to miss a beat when I plunged into his ass. He grunted and moaned like a teenage girl. Or boy. And every time he moaned, I felt that much closer to loving him. My cock sliding in and out of his cunt was bliss for both us. We met each other’s thrusts equally and it felt damn good every time I felt my cock touch the bottom of his cunt.
“Grandpa, I can’t hold it. I’m going to cum. I can’t hold it!!! Oh FUCCCK! Cum with me Grandpa! I LOVE YOU!!!!”
He came all over the bed shooting his grandpa cum everywhere. I licked up what I could and kissed him on the lips with it. His cum tasted sweet. I loved it.
We fell into each other’s arms kissing and hugging for the next half hour. Grandson in bed with his grandfather. His lover. His incestuous lover. God, I wanted to fuck him again right then and there seeing his ass still open to me - still leaking out some of my cum. Grandson cum leaking out of his dad's dad's ass. Thrilling. But I knew we didn’t have enough time (or luck) for another man fuck.
Grandma didn’t go to work the next morning for some reason. So, we all wound up sleeping in a little bit later. I went down for breakfast around 8 o’clock. Grandma and Grandpa were both up and waiting for me. They were both smiling.
Grandma started the conversation - still smiling.
“You boys were awful loud last night. You woke me up and I couldn’t get back to sleep. What was going on down there, Mark? Grandpa?”
I looked over at Grandpa. He looked back at me.
“Listen Mark, your Grandfather told me he was going to your bedroom to get the fuck that you promised him yesterday. I know ALL about what happened with you guys last night. Your grandpa told me the whole story. And I know about grandpa fucking you yesterday morning when I was at work. I know the whole story. Everything. You guys love each other. Your grandfather told me years ago that he had a sexual desire for you, but he knew he couldn’t violate you at that age.
Your grandfather told me well before we got married that he liked men. He liked, well likes, men a lot. He also told me he loved me, But he could not give up men. And if I could not accept that, then we’d have to part. But I loved him so much that I decided to stay and see if we could work it out. We have. I actually love seeing him fuck other men, AND boys.
The other thing I must tell you is that your father and your grandfather have been intimate since your dad got out of high school. On the very first day your father turned 18, he and your grandfather started having sex together. It was a graduation present from me to both of them. Yes, it’s true. My husband and my son have fucked each other for the last 25 years. I knew the love between them, between father and son, was so strong that I accepted their incestuous love. Watching them make love together and now watching you with your grandfather…well, I’m okay with it. And, obviously from your moans, you are too.
One more major thing, Mark. We KNOW that you and your father - our son - have been intimate. Your dad told us about the first time you had sex with him. Of course, we keep that in the family and no one else will know. We never planned, or expected, for you to have sex with your grandfather. But now that you have, we hope you will keep enjoying your dad AND your dad’s dad. Your grandfather has looked forward to this day for years. And we know you enjoyed it. I could tell by the way you were moaning through the night when you were fucking Grandpa."
Grandpa just stared at me wondering how I was going to take all of this in.
At that moment, I walked over to him. I asked him to kiss me. He did. Deeply with his tongue. My grandmother moaned as did my grandfather. I told them I loved them both. I went down to my knees, took my grandpa’s cock out of his pants and put it in my mouth. Then I gave him a blowjob in front of my grandmother. He loved it being in front of his wife, and so did I.
The thought of being with my dad and his dad – my grandfather – all three of us at the same time…yeah, that thought now went through my head. Like, real fast. Maybe that’s what I’ve always wanted since the days when my grandfather carried me on his lap. Probably holding me with a hard on in his pants when I was still a young boy.
Family love. I love it.
I’ve come a long, long way since that first night years ago with eighteen-year-old Brian.
My ex Susan’s father.
My doctor.
Steve at the gay movie theater.
Steve at his home.
My own father.
The sexy trucker.
The sexy trucker’s son.
The farmer.
Levi the bellhop at the Hilton.
And now my own grandfather.
All because of that sexy twink, Brian, starting me on the path to being gay.
I wonder what that cute, little fuck is doing now...
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