Duncan Wyatt/18/Medium Length Brown Hair/Lean and Muscular/Smooth/7-inches Cut/Celebrity Type: Nick Robinson
Noah Wyatt/40/Medium Length Black Wavy Hair/Muscular Build/Facial Stubble and Hairy/12-inches Cut/Celebrity Type: Paul Anthony Kelly
John Wyatt/60/Salt & Pepper Crew Cut/Muscular Build/Clean Shaven and Hairy/12-inches Cut/Celebrity Type: Frank Grillo
The Graduate
“Congrats, Baby Bear!” Gramps yelled as he lifted me off the ground in one of his famous bear hugs.
“Oof. You haven’t call me that in years, Gramps” I wheezed as he compressed my chest against his granite pecs.
“It’s a special day! You graduated!” He squeezed me harder as my feet dangled inches above the ground. I started to panic when I felt my cock hardening against his abs.
“My *wheeze* friends *wheeze* are looking” I gasped as my face turned beet red. Gramps laughed and placed me back on the ground. He gave me a big pat on the shoulder and tussled my hair. I groaned as I quickly tried to compose myself. Gramps wore a pair of khaki shorts and a red and white striped Polo, stretched tightly on his massive chest. His big hairy toes wiggled freely in their open sandals. I was still wearing my graduation clothes; khaki pants, white button-down shirt and tie, now hanging loosely around my neck with two of my top buttons undone.
About 2 hours ago, I finally graduated from high school. It had been quite the journey, including moving more than halfway across the country between my junior and senior year, but I finally did it, and now I could head into college with a true fresh start, just like everyone else. I would no longer be ‘the new kid’. I’d be just your average Joe Schmo, and fitting in would be a lot easier. Living under the radar would be incredibly helpful considering I’m in a romantic relationship with my own father and professor at the college I will be attending in the fall.
I obviously don’t have a lot of friends at school, so my good friend Oliver suggested we throw a joint grad party in his backyard. It was a good turnout considering Ollie has somewhat of a ‘mean girl’ reputation at school. All those feelings tend to go out the window when you hear ‘rich kid’ and ‘party’ in the same sentence. Even Ollie’s parents flew back from their business trip to South Korea, making a rare appearance at their own son’s milestone. They stood across from me on the patio, huddled together in their drab ‘rich white people’ clothes, with a look on their faces that was either ‘disinterest’ or ‘please don’t let that poor person touch me’. Could be both, though. Ollie’s mom saw me staring and her lip quivered into what I would imagine a smile for her would be. I waved back, awkwardly.
It was a fun party. There was tons of food and non-alcoholic beverages, much to Oliver’s dismay. They had cornhole and giant Jenga matches off to the side. One of our classmate’s bands played on a small makeshift stage in the back. They were truly terrible, but it was nice of Oliver’s parents to give them a paid gig.
“It was nice of your friend to host this party with you” Gramps said, as he wrapped an arm around my shoulder. The scent from his familiar Old Spice deodorant and bulging biceps made me feel...intoxicated. He was in even better shape than he had been at Thanksgiving. Those garage gym workouts were really ‘doing a body good’.
“Yeah. He pretends to be an asshole...and he is, but he’s not that bad.” Gramps chuckled. I looked over and saw my...friend...Nate Landon walking towards us. He had on a similar graduation outfit, only his tie was gone, and his shirt unbuttoned all the way, revealing his dark chocolate pectorals and abs.
“Hey, Wyatt. Can you believe it? We fucking grad--...Oops.” Nate stopped himself, realizing he was standing in front of an adult with a strong air of authority about him. And he was right to feel that way. Gramps was a retired police officer from the NYPD. “I mean *ahem* we finally graduated!” He let out a nervous chuckle as he scratched the back of his neck. Gramps glared at him for a second before cracking his trademark smile.
“Aw, c’mon. YOU FUCKING GRADUATED!” Gramps yelled, patting Nate on the back. Nate burst out laughing, relieved, and gave Gramps a high five. Oliver’s parents, spooked by the noise, flapped their wings to a quieter spot in the backyard.
“Fuck yeah we did!” They both laughed. “I’m Nate, sir.”
“Nate. Nice to meet you. I’m this punk’s grandfather, THAT HE BARELY CALLS ANYMORE.” Ah, there’s the guilt. Wondered when that would show up. I was afraid Gramps forgot to pack some for his trip. I rolled my eyes and leaned against his chest. Nate’s eyes sparked with a familiar darkness. I shook my head and widened my eyes. ‘No...I’m not fucking my grandfather too. Be cool, dude.’ Nate got the message.
“I know what you mean, sir. He tell you we went to prom together? Still can’t get a minute of his time though.” I love when people talk about me like I’m not in the room with them. I let out a long sigh and tossed my head back. The truth was, I had seen Nate a handful of times since prom; usually in my house and usually with Nate and Dad turning me into their personal cum dump every 30 minutes during their ‘dude bro movie’ marathons. They go back to their movie, and I lay there leaking from every hole waiting for the next round.
“Pretty sure that’s not true, Nate” I said with an icy stare that hopefully conveyed ‘if you ever want to fuck me again...’ Once again, Nate got the message. This is why he was our valedictorian.
“Nah. I’m playin’. We’ve been hanging out. Just gonna miss hanging out when I go to NYU in the fall.” Nate playfully poked me in the stomach.
“Oh, yeah? New York, huh? My neck of the woods.” Gramps smiled. “I kinda hoped Duncan would come back up north for college, but he’s sticking around here for some reason.” He landed on the words ‘for some reason’ with a heavier weight than the others. I looked up at him somewhat quizzically.
“Pretty sure he can still get a great education at my school” Dad said, appearing behind Nate. He was dressed similar to Gramps, except he had on a white linen button down shirt, open wide, revealing his hairy chest and moon pendant. I was suddenly very much aware of the amount of testosterone around me. Men that have fucked me. Men I wouldn’t mind fucking me. I zoned out as I penned the letter to Penthouse in my head. ‘Dear Penthouse Forum, I never in a million years thought this would happen to me...I thought it only happened in porno films...’
“No, I know. Your Grandma and I just hoped you’d swing back up after graduating.” Gramps brushed my cheek with his thumb in a somewhat uncharacteristically gentle move. “She’s sorry she couldn’t be here, by the way. She’s speaking at some ‘sex-positive lady convention’ in Toronto.”
“Hey, Gramps...If Gram was part of a cult, you’d tell us, right?” I asked.
“Not if they paid me enough to keep quiet.” We laughed. I leaned in and hugged Gramps, resting my head on his massive pecs. I caught Dad’s eyes and gave him a wink as I nuzzled his father. Dad ever so slightly shook his head ‘no’. I rolled my eyes. Sometimes he could be a wet blanket. A sexy, big-dicked, wet blanket.
“Well, I was gonna head out” Nate interjected, finding his socially acceptable window to excuse himself. “My family’s got a smaller get together planned for tonight. Maybe I’ll see you this summer before I go?” Nate asked, wondering if our ‘play time’ could still continue.
“I’m sure we’ll see each other this summer, Nate” I said with a smile. “Dad’s gonna need your help manning the grill. Lord knows I’m no help with that.” Nate winked at me. Did I just unintentionally imply I was the grill? Nate shook Dad and Gramps’ hands and headed back inside the house.
“Nice kid. Maybe your dad and I will head out too. Let you and your friends have fun. It is your graduation after all.” Gramps said looking down at me.
“Nah. I’m ready to go too. I’d rather hang out with you guys anyway. I just need to say goodbye to Ollie, but I haven’t seen him in a while.” I looked around the patio at the groups of kids and parents I never really took the time to get to know, when I noticed a cloud of smoke shoot out from Ollie’s bedroom window up on the second floor. “Ah. Found him. Give me five. I’ll be back and then we can go.” Gramps patted me on the back, and I headed inside and up the stairs to Ollie’s room. I lightly knocked on the door and entered.
Ollie sat at the window lighting his second or nineth cigarette. His face was motionless and void of his usual charming but annoying charisma.
“Don’t jump!” I yelled, stifling my laugh. Ollie rolled his eyes and took another drag of his cigarette, never turning to look at me.
“Funny” he said in a monotone voice.
“Geez. Who died?” My arms flopped to my sides, disappointed in the tonal shift from our usual repartee. “I know you’re never in the best mood when your parents are here but--.”
“Jason dumped me.”
“Oh. Shit. Ol, I’m so sorry. What happened?” I walked in and sat on the bed across from him. Ollie ashed his cigarette out the window and wiped a tear from his face.
“He said that since I’m heading to Berkeley in the fall, we should end things now before it gets ‘too complicated’. He didn’t want to do long distance with me.” I never really had a lot of one-on-one time with Jason, but I knew Ollie cared about him more than he’d care to admit.
“You guys have been together for like 9 months and he’s just...ending it?”
“The fuck did I JUST say?” he snapped at me.
“...I’m sorry, Ollie. I know it’s not much solace, but you still have me, even though you’ll be going to California. Any trip back to visit Santa Fe, I’m all yours.”
“Yeah, but you won’t stick your dick in me.”
“Do you WANT me to stick my dick in you?”
“I’d like you to at least offer!”
I slowly leaned back on the bed and grabbed my crotch, rubbing my bulge slowly with my thumb.
“C’mon, baby. Bounce on my dick” I said in a low, sultry voice. Ollie looked over and gagged a bit.
“Ew. Please don’t make me throw up. I’ve got like nothing in my stomach.” He let out the tiniest of laughs. I sat back up, and threw my hands up in the air, playing the role of a rejected lover.
“Hey...I offered” I shrugged as I stood back up and walked over to him. I put my hand on his shoulder and rubbed it. It felt like I was rubbing the corner of a table.
“Your grandfather is kind of hot in a sort of ‘tough henchman in an action movie’ kind of way.” Ollie said looking down at my dad and grandfather as they chatted awkwardly with Ollie’s parents. “How did their bloodline go from two alpha looking DILFs like that to...” he looked at me with a disgusted face. I smacked him lightly on the back of the head.
“I’m gonna let that slide, considering the circumstances.” Dad looked up and saw us watching them. I gave him a small wave. “We were gonna head out, but I can stick around if you want the company. I know it’s tough not being able to crash in our guest room with Gramps visiting this week.”
“No. Go. Go. Go tease your dad. Give each other blue balls since you can’t do anything while your grandfather is in town. Just DON’T sneak into your dad’s room late at night. It didn’t work out for guys when I was staying over.” He stubbed his cigarette out on the windowsill and tossed it out the window.
“OK, well I’ll text you later. Make sure you’re not swinging from the chandelier, Sia-style.”
“I’ll probably head to Babylon later. Maybe I’ll run into that Super Mario guy again. I do like ‘em older and all muscley.” He sat back and crossed his legs. “Upon further reflection, Jason was probably a little too green for my tastes.”
“...Sure. You do that.” I said with a fake smile. I didn’t want to tell him that Super Mario was Vinnie Deluca’s uncle and probably just into fucking his male family members. I brushed his hair back and we said our goodbyes. Making my way back downstairs, I headed back outside to save my boyfriend and my grandfather from Ollie’s parents.
A few hours later, the three of us hung out in our hot tub after dinner. I sat between the two men in my life as we splashed each other and joked around about what kind of cult my grandmother would join or more likely run herself. Normally, I’d be out here in nothing but my birthday suit, but I slid on a pair of light pink shorty swim trunks since we had company. They matched my pink nipples and smooth pale skin nicely, almost giving the illusion of being nude. Dad sat on my right wearing a pair of navy swim trunks from the ‘Dad Shorts’ collection and Gramps borrowed one of Dad’s pairs, a fun pair of pineapple and palm tree shorts. Their chest hair was matted on their defined pecs. Dad’s was a litter darker and Gramps’ was peppered with gray hair. My dick twitched under the blanket of bubbles as I leaned my head back and started a new letter to Penthouse in my head.
“Alright boys” Gramps said, as he let out a big yawn. “I’m still on east coast time and I think the jet lag is starting to catch up with me. I think I’m gonna call it a night.” He climbed out of the hot tub and grabbed a nearby towel. My eyes were glued to every bounce, every flex of his muscles as he dried himself off.
“OK, Gramps” I said as I leaned over the edge, pushing my pale pecs together. My bubble butt rose out of the water as I subtly wiggled it in my dad’s face.
“Don’t stay up too late, boys. I thought we could go do some touristy stuff tomorrow, this being my first time in Santa Fe and all. But we gotta be up bright and early.” I smiled through my teeth. That sounded awful.
“...Sounds...great. Get some sleep” Dad said, letting out a low sigh, barely covered by the roar of the hot tub. Gramps walked up and brushed my cheek one last time.
“Night, Baby Bear. I’m really proud of you.” He gave my dad a look I didn’t really quite understand and headed back inside.
Dad and I sat there playing footsie under the water, unwinding but also giving Gramps enough time to fall asleep. Once the house seemed to be dark and quiet, I leaned back and peeled off my bathing suit and tossed it onto the ground with a wet splat. Dad motioned me over. I stood up and straddled his lap. His hands reached down and cupped my ass.
“Ah, much better” he sighed with that dashing smile I loved dearly. I leaned forward and rested my head on his shoulder.
“I’m gonna miss you tonight, big guy” I said as I played with his hair.
“I know. Me too, baby.” He peppered my clavicle with kisses. “But we really shouldn’t try to risk anything like we did when Ollie was here. After all, he’s only here for the week. We thought Ollie would be here...well...honestly, I thought he’d move in and never move out. Trying to get Ollie out there, earning minimum wage, paying rent? I’m glad we never had to try that impossible feat.”
“Ha. Yeah, me too.” I sat back up and swiveled my hips, gently grinding on his growing erection. “I don’t know if I can sleep without you though. Last night, when he first got here, was rough.” Dad leaned forward and softly kissed the v of my neck.
“Least I can do as your father, and your boyfriend is leave a load inside you to sleep with.” I let out a moan and kissed him on the lips. Our tongues eagerly massaged each other, completely oblivious to our audience.
“*Sigh* I was kind of hoping this nonsense would be out of your systems by now.”
Dad and I looked back to the house and saw Gramps standing at the sliding glass door, shaking his head. He was still wearing his pineapple bathing suit, but he since added one of Dad’s white linen button down shirts. It didn’t look like he ever went to bed. I climbed off Dad’s lap and scooted to the other side of the hot tub.
“We talked about this, Noah. You promised me you were gonna cut this shit out.” I looked at my dad confused.
“What do you mean you talked about this?” Dad’s mouth just hung open as he searched for the right words to say. Gramps walked up to the hot tub and crossed his arms, disapprovingly.
“I know you can’t really think I’m that naïve, Duncan. ‘Sounded like you were moving furniture!’. C’mon, kid. The walls of my house are paper thin. I know what fucking sounds like and you two really weren’t trying to hide it at Thanksgiving.”
“You heard us” I said, stating the obvious.
“I laid in bed listening to my own son fuck his kid. I didn’t sleep a wink that night. When you thankfully, asked to stay with your grandma, I pulled this one aside” he said, gesturing towards Dad “and told him to stop this shit here and now. And you told me you already did! That you let Duncan down and shit was gonna go back to normal.”
I glared at my dad, who just stared blankly into the water. We were supposed to be honest with each other. We ‘came clean’ on everything at New Years. And I’m just finding out now that he talked about this with Gramps? And Gramps butted in and told him to stop? I didn’t know who deserved my ire more at the moment. Dad looked up at me. The look of guilt hung heavy on his face.
“Listen, Dunc--.”
“No!” I yelled as I climbed out of the hot tub and wrapped a towel around my waist. “No, Dad. Just...no. All the shit we’ve been through. All the shit you PUT me through, and you still keep me in the dark about something like my own grandfather knowing we fucked? I really don’t want to be around you right now.” I stormed back into the house, leaving a trail of puddles behind me as I stomped down the hall back to my room. I slammed the door shut behind me and just stood there shivering in the dark as I leaned against the door.
After a few minutes, I shuffled over to my bed and sat down with a thud on the squeaky mattress. I laid back and brushed my wet hair out of my face.
So...Gramps knows. The man who helped raise me knows I’m fucking my dad. Fine. I’ll be 19 soon. Not like he can really do anything to me if he wanted...not that I think he would. But Dad. DAD. Lied to me. Well...more like a lie by omission, but he still should’ve told me and didn’t. I didn’t know how much time had gone by, but I was starting to dry off when I heard a light knock on my door. Ugh.
“Go away” I said meekly.
“C’mon kid. We need to talk” Gramps said in a low, authoritative voice. I didn’t necessarily agree with that sentiment, but I’d rather get the yelling done and over with before bed than start my day with it.
“Fine. Come in.”
Gramps slowly opened the door as light from the hallway spilled into the room.
“Mind if I turn on the light?” He asked as he closed the door behind him.
“Actually, I do” I said rather curtly. Gramps let out a chuckle at my false bravado. He walked over to the bed and sat down next to me. His massive frame jostled the bed under me. We sat there in silence for a minute. I could hear his hands rubbing his knees as I stared up at the ceiling.
“So...”
“So.”
“Your dad filled me in on...you know...your...”
“Relationship.”
“...Relationship. And despite our conversation he seems hell bent on keeping your...relationship...going. Now I’m thinking I backed the wrong horse, and I should’ve talked to you back at Thanksgiving instead of your dad.” I turned my head and looked at him as I rolled my eyes. “Your dad has always been your biggest fan and now that he can add sex into the mix...well...he’s a lost cause. But you, kid. You’re still young. You can still go out there and lead a normal life where you’re NOT in a relationship with your own father. You know what you’re doing is wrong.”
So, Gramps was bringing the good fight to my doorstep. Dad was too far gone. Too hypnotized by me, huh? I wondered if my superpowers worked on all Wyatt men.
“I know it’s wrong” I sniffed as I leaned over and rested my face in the salt and pepper forest peeking out of his shirt. Gramps wrapped his arm around my bare shoulder and rubbed it. “I just love him so much.”
“I know you do, kid. You two have been through a lot.” I scooted closer to him as I slid a hand gently up his shirt under the guise of consolation.
“I just can’t help it though.” My eyes darkened as I looked up at him. “It feels so good when his cock slides into my pussy.” Gramp’s face froze in shock from my directness.
“I-I-I am sure...that...it feels...enjoyable.” I could feel his heart pounding in his chest. “But fucking your dad is wrong. Y-y-you need to find your fun somewhere else.”
“Like...here?” I asked in a low voice, as I slid my hand down and cupped his bulge. Gramp’s eyes grew wide as he batted my hand away.
“Jesus, Duncan. No.” But he already sounded defeated.
“Are you sure, Gramps?” I stood up and lightly tugged at the towel around my waist, causing it to fall to the floor. I stood there naked in front of my grandfather. My body illuminated by the moonlight pouring through the window. “Dad says my pussy is the best pussy he’s ever fucked in his life.” Gramps sat there, mouth open, staring at me, unable to move or process what was happening. I straddled his lap and rested my smooth hole on his pulsating bulge. Just a thin layer of nylon separated us. His hands reached down and cupped my ass.
“Kid, you’re fishing in the wrong pond” he said, tilting his head back. “I don’t fuck guys and I definitely don’t fuck my own family.”
“I don’t know if every part of your body agrees with you, Papa Bear” I said as I pressed down on his cock, eliciting a soft grunt.
“Just human nature, kid. We’re all men. We both know boners happen.” I reached back and grabbed one of his hands and slid it between my crack, brushing his fingers against my hole.
“So, it has nothing to do with this smooth pussy pressing up against your massive cock?” I could feel him involuntarily circle his fingers around my opening. I reached up and began unbuttoning his shirt as his fingers continued to tease my hole. I opened his shirt and ran my hands up his chest, grabbing the thick pectoral slabs in front of me. I kneaded them as he sat there and watched.
“You’ve got a beautiful body, kid. I can admit that. But nothing should ever happen with your dad again and nothing is definitely happening here with me.” I reached my arms around his neck, grinding my cock against his abs and arching my back. I leaned close to his ear and whispered.
“If nothing is happening right now, then why don’t you slide a couple fingers inside that young, smooth, pussy you keep teasing? You know...since nothing is happening right now.” I could feel his hot breath on my neck as one of his thick fingers pushed past my ring and slid inside. We both let out a gasp as he crossed a line we both knew no longer existed. I ran my hands through his hair as a second finger slid inside.
“Fuck” he whispered as he stroked the smooth lining of my chute. An obscene tent pressed against my crack as a third finger slid inside.
“Can you imagine how good that hole feels swallowing a monster cock like yours and Dad’s?” I pushed back against his fingers, taking him knuckle-deep. “Can you imagine how good it would feel to breed my pussy? Can you tell how badly it needs your cum?”
Gramps pulled up one of the legs of his shorts and popped his cock out. It smacked against my ass loudly.
“This is so fucking wrong, kid” he muttered in my ear. “I can’t fuck my grandson’s pussy. It’s fucking wrong.” His fingers continued swirling around inside me as every other part of his body gave up the fight. I turned my head and pressed my lips against his. He was initially hesitant, but soon his tongue was invading my mouth. I reached back and grabbed the base of his cock as he pulled his fingers away. I slowly kissed the head of his cock with my pussy, before letting him pop inside. “Fuck.” He bit my lower lip and worked his way down my neck.
“That’s right, Papa Bear. Split me open with that massive cock of yours” I whispered in his ear as I scratched up his back. He spread my cheeks farther apart as my pussy swallowed him whole.
“It’s fucking wrong, Baby Bear” he panted as I felt him tug on my ass, eager to bottom out in me. “I shouldn’t be doing this to you.”
“You’re not doing anything to me. I want you.” I rested my smooth pussy on his big, hairy balls as his cock head pocked against my second hole. “I’ve wanted you. To fuck me.” He leaned forward and took my nipple in his mouth and bit down hard. I yelped as I tossed my head back in ecstasy. He clamped down harder and lifted my hips as I began to bounce on his cock. He switched over to my other nipple and bit down hard. I fucking loved it. I knew he’d be rough.
“Fuck, kid. I can’t think straight. Your pussy feels so good around my cock. I can feel it milking me.” He grabbed my hips and bounced me on his cock harder and harder.
“Bet it’s been a while, Gramps. Bet you haven’t had pussy in a long time.” His muffled grunts against my nipples confirmed it. “You’re so fucking hot, Papa Bear. Your muscles are insane. I love how it feels when you squeeze my smaller frame with your biceps. Your cock deserves to be worshipped regularly.”
“Fuck *grunt* never knew *grunt* it could feel *grunt* like this.” He tossed his head back and I saw his eyes roll.
“Hey, Papa Bear?” I whispered in his ear.
“Yeah *grunt* Baby Bear..?”
“I have an idea...” He pulled off my nipples and looked up at me, eyes glazed over. “Can you tie me up and fuck my brains out?” His eyes darkened as he wrapped an arm around my waist and lifted me up effortlessly and placed me on my back. He looked around the room and smiled when he spotted my graduation outfit lying on the floor. He pulled out of me and grabbed the necktie.
“Hold your wrists out” he commanded. Images of him in his old cop uniform flashed before my eyes. I obediently complied. He wrapped the tie around my wrists and tied them together, tightly, almost cutting off the blood flow. “That’s the last time I’m gonna tell you to do something. From here on, I’m gonna do whatever I want with you.” My own cock pulsated a stream of pre-cum out. I nodded silently and laid back with my bound hands over my head. Gramps climbed back on the bed, causing it to squeak under his massive frame. I looped my fingers through the slats of my headboard and braced for impact.
“Please, Papa Bear. Fuck me. Fuck me hard” I begged. He grabbed my legs and threw them over his shoulders. In one quick movement, he slammed all the way inside me causing me to yell, but he didn’t stop or hesitate for a moment.
“Look at my beautiful grandson with his perfect pussy.” His body was slick with sweat as he brutally piston fucked me. My ass felt like it was on fire from his balls slapping hard against me. “I shouldn’t have let you guys move if I knew you had this between your legs. Would’ve beaten the shit out of that Grimes kid and fucked you every night. It’s so fucking wrong though.” My dick smacked against my stomach, aching to be touched.
“Choke me, Gramps. Please.” Gramps didn’t even hesitate. He wrapped one of his massive hands around my neck and began to squeeze. I began to see small spots as he continued his assault. All I could or wanted to do was grunt and receive my grandfather’s load.
“What the fuck?!”
Gramps stopped his assault and released my neck. We both looked over his shoulder and saw Dad standing there watching us from the doorway. I could see a bulge stretching the fabric of his bathing suit.
“Oh. Hey, Noah.” Gramps said casually between gasps of air. “Are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna whip out that cock and help me fuck our boy here?” Dad’s eyes darted back and forth between us. I knew I was probably still mad at him, but at the moment, there wasn’t a drop of blood in my brain and all I wanted at this very moment, was to be used and bred by the sexiest men in my life.
“Please Dad?” I managed to moan as Gramp’s cock grew hotter inside me.
Dad hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his suit and shucked it to the floor. His veiny monster sprung free. It swayed back and forth, slapping his hips as he walked across the room.
“Finally got your graduation gift, huh baby?” Dad asked as he stroked the hair off my face. I just nodded and giggled as I swiveled my hips against Gramp’s cock.
“I want you both inside me. Together.” Dad and Gramps looked at each other for a moment before Gramps pulled back out. Dad grabbed my bound hands and pulled me up. Gramps grabbed my shoulders and held me upright while Dad climbed onto the bed behind me. He laid down and grabbed the base of his cock. Gramps grabbed my waist and lifted me into the air and slammed me down hard on Dad’s cock. I winced as Dad grabbed my hips. Gramps pushed me onto my back and admired my pussy, pierced by his son’s cock.
“This what you wanted, Baby Bear?” Gramps asked as he poked the head of his cock against my already-stuffed pussy.
“Yeah, Gramps. I love you and Dad so much. I wanted you to fuck me together.”
“Then I better give you what you wanted.” He pressed the spongey head against my opening and slid inside me along his son’s cock. Without warning, his hips snapped and he rammed the rest of his cock inside my pussy. Spots exploded in front of my eyes and my insides felt like they were gonna tear apart. “I didn’t say I was gonna go easy on you though.” He let out a low, evil chuckle as his hips picked back up speed, coring me out. He wasn’t going to give me any chance to get used to the 2 massive cocks inside me.
“How’s it feel, baby? Having your dad and grandfather inside you at the same time? Lot different than just me and a dildo huh?” Dad asked as he moved my bound hands back over our heads. Gramps chuckled.
“A dildo, huh? You imagined a dildo fucking you in place of me?” He swiveled his hips as pre-cum pooled in my abs. “Better than a dildo, Baby Bear. Am I right?” He slammed into me harder. His fat cock rubbing back and forth along his son’s cock, buried in my pussy. Their leaking pre-cum running together, slicking up their cocks as Gramps continued raping me. He wrapped two hands around my neck and squeezed. Dad grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back. My toes curled, unable to hold it in any longer. Handsfree, my cock exploded sending volley after volley of milky white cum into the air. It splattered on my abs and Gramps’ chest.
My pussy clamped down on their cocks like a vice as I came. Gramps’ eyebrows furrowed as his breath got shorter.
“Shit, Baby Bear. I’m gonna breed you.” His hips slammed into me five more times before I felt my insides flood with the sperm that made my dad. His whole body shook as he emptied his balls.
“Fuck. Me too” Dad grunted. The friction from Gramps’ dick rubbing back and forth and basting their massive cocks with his hot load sent him over the edge. My pussy was full. Dad and I laid there in a pool of sweat and cum, coming down from our high as Gramps scooped my load off his chest and licked his fingers clean. Guess we have a new convert in the family. Welcome to the club, Gramps.
After a couple minutes, Gramps slowly pulled out of me with a wet squelch. A giant glob of cum seeped out, running down Dad’s balls. Dad kissed the back of my head as I slowly raised myself off of him. The three of us sat there in bed waiting for the other to speak first. Gramps scooted to the edge of the bed and stretched.
“Well...I don’t really know what to say boys” Gramps said as he helped untie me. “I’m not gonna pretend I didn’t have fun...I just don’t know what the future of...‘this’ is for you.”
“We’re figuring it out. It’s actually...not as difficult as we thought it would be” Dad said, taking my head in his hand. Gramps looked at the two of us, somewhat unsatisfied with Dad’s response.
“Look just...” Gramps looked out the window. “Just don’t tell your mother, OK?” He picked up his shorts from the floor and wiped his dick clean with them.
“Uh...was never planning on it” Dad said.
“OK...well...good.” Gramps scratched the back of his head. His softening dick swung back and forth. “I assume you, Duncan, actually sleep with your dad then?” I nodded. “Well...go on then. You guys should hit the hay. I’m still serious about the tourist shit tomorrow.” I looked over at Dad.
“Did you want to join us?” Dad asked.
“Nah...Not enough space for me in there with ya. Since your mom and I divorced, I’ve gotten used to having the whole bed to myself, but...”
“Yeah?”
“I wouldn’t mind breeding you again in the morning, Baby Bear.” My dick twitched at the idea.
“Sure, Gramps” I said enthusiastically.
“Alright, well I’m heading off to bed for real this time. Night boys.” And with that, Gramps disappeared down the hall to the guest room. Dad rubbed my hands, waiting to hear if he was still in the doghouse.
“Look...in some way...I get it” I said looking up at him. “Believe me, I know how difficult father-son dynamics can be. I mean, look at how we started. Just...is there anything else I should know that you aren’t telling me?” Dad shook his head ‘no’.
“You know everything now. I promise.”
“OK...then carry me to bed, because I don’t think I can walk.” Dad chuckled as he picked me up and carried me down the hall to our room.
“Happy graduation, baby.”
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