A gay story: Giving Grandpa a Helping Hand ***
This story contains incest storylines. If this is not your thing please go back and choose another story.
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“But I do not want to Dad. I got better things to do.” I protested, but my old man was not having any of it. I was the closest family member to where my grandfather lived, and as he was having a summer clear out it was my ‘duty’ to go and help him.
My grandmother had died about six years ago, my grandfather Ronald was finally not only going through her stuff to clear things out, but the mountains of junk that had accumulated in the house they had shared together for over six-decades. This upcoming long weekend was the weekend this 87-year-old had decided was the best time to get started on his quest to downsize.
I could see my father’s point. And do not get me wrong I love my grandfather and family does always come first. It is just I had big plans for this long weekend and instead of carrying out those plans I’d be stuck at an old, outdated house that looked like it hadn’t been renovated since electricity was invented, in the heat of another hot Australian summer day.
Nether less when Friday morning came, I was making the 80-kilometre journey to my grandfathers’ semi-rural property, which would be my base for the next four days before I would finally be able to escape it on either Monday night or first thing Tuesday morning… the countdown in my head was on.
Following the warm welcoming and leading me to the guest room I’d be staying to drop my bag of clothes, Grandpa Ron explained that he needed me to move some of the boxes from one side of the basement and stack them on the other side in order to help free up space for boxes of stuff as he went through the house.
My weekend of torment was upon us, and it started now. Grandpa departed to continue going through things upstairs and I spent the next couple of hours moving boxes from one side of the garage to the other. Lining them against the backwall and slowly beginning to stack them on top of each other.
With the stagnant heat in the basement building, I slipped my top off as my 22-year-old body became drenched in sweat from the exhaustive activity, the shirt finding a resting spot on the handrail of the stairs that led to the main level of the property.
Slowly the boxes were relocated, and the end was in sight, well at least for the section I was currently working on — there were many more boxes on the wall beside that also needed to be moved — when I came across the second or third to last box. The taping on the top had come loose so I reached towards the step for the packing tape I had brought with me to ensure these storage boxes were secured.
The tape was just out of reach, no matter how I repositioned myself, it seemed just mere millimetres from my outstretched arm… then it happened… as I reached the box in my arm lost its balance and fell from my grasp, its contents sprawling onto the concrete floor.
Annoyed with myself I swore… loudly… at myself at the whole situation as I dropped to my knees, turning the box the right way up and beginning to pick up the contents that had fallen. As I picked up the contents one-by-one I turned the upper half of my body back towards the box and noticed a couple of things in the bottom that had managed to not fall out in my clumsiness.
In the bottom of the box were a couple of magazines. Not just any magazines however, these were porno magazines. Adding to that these were not just pornography magazines these were gay porn magazines.
Curiosity overcame me as my hand dug in and pulled the magazines out, thumbing through them, there were guys, there were hard cocks, there were cock tales, there were pictures of guys touching other guys.
“You okay Richard?” Came by grandfather’s voice from the top of the stairs.
“Yes Grandpa,” I replied.
He had heard my call of frustration and was coming to check on me. I couldn’t and didn’t want him to catch me looking through his gay porn collection that I had stumbled upon so I dropped them back into the box and quickly grabbed the previous contents of the box that had sprawled across the floor, placing them in the box and taping it up before I could get busted.
It would be a couple of hours later, the sun long gone down, when my grandfather and I would call it quits for the day. As he cooked a couple of steaks on the barbeque, I went upstairs into the bathroom to have a quick shower to wash the days’ worth of sweat from my body.
While rubbing the soap all over my body I started to get aroused, and soon my mind was thinking back to the magazines I had discovered earlier in the day.
For me I had been bi-sexual for years, standing at just over six-foot-tall I had an average body, my brown hair always cut and kept tidy where over the past few years I had discovered my sexuality and my oral fetish.
I pictured the guys in the magazines, their cocks and what it would be like on my knees sucking on them, my mind began to race through the cock tales and before I knew it my knees were buckling and I was arching backwards to rest of the wall as wave after wave of cum emptied from my balls and joined the water circling — before eventually — disappearing down the drain.
Throwing my boxer shorts on for ‘modesty’ I joined my grandfather in the living room where we threw on some television and ate our steak, chips, and salad. After taking the plates to the kitchen sink upon finishing I returned and continued watching the show we were in the middle of watching.
As another round of advertisements started my mind started wandering to over things. For the first time the question popped into my head — why would my grandfather Ron have gay porn magazines?
I was going to ask him. In fact, I looked across to him a couple times and opened my mouth, but words did not come out. He would sense me looking and his eyes would, for a split second, contact mine before I’d divert mine back to the screen.
“Okay what?” he finally asked after what must have been the 100th time of getting caught glancing at him.
“Nothing Grandpa,” I replied, again my eyes turning towards the screen.
“Obviously there’s something, you’ve been looking quite confused over there all night.”
“It is just… I found something today, Grandpa,” I started to explain, my mind still searching for the right way to word what I wanted to know. “Some magazines,” I said.
“Oh yes, your Nan, every damn week buying those craft magazines with her shopping. Do you think she ever did one single craft out of there?” he attempted to explain.
“Um… no grandpa. I am talking about other magazines.” I interjected. He stopped speaking immediately, his face developing a contorted look, almost one of fear. “Gay magazines.”
“I… um…” Grandpa looked shocked, lost, and confused at this being discovered.
“There was a time I … look sometimes…. No, I mean… sometimes I get urges and was curious about them at some stage,” he finally stammered in response.
“Did you ever act on them?” I asked curiously.
“Once or twice, but never behind your grandmothers back,” he proclaimed in response. “I just had to do it here, as what happened in the house stayed in the house and she knew the secret wouldn’t get out.”
In my mind I could understand my grandmothers train of thought. It was something her generation would have wasn’t into ‘all the time’ and considering how involved she had always been with local community groups the shame it would’ve brought for her in the public; especially her inner circle where they had been brought up with different levels of what was and was not acceptable, would’ve been devastating.
“So, when you tried it once or twice, what do you mean?” I asked. I could see that my grandfather was uncomfortable, and I did not want to amplify the feeling, however, in saying that I was quite curious and if being honest — quite turned on.
“You really want to know?” Grandpa Ron asked, his demeanour changing slightly as if excited that someone wanted to hear about his experiences.
“Off course Grandpa” I replied.
“Well, I have tried being both a Top and a Bottom to see what position I liked more,”
Grandpa started, the fact he knew all the lingo in the world a surprising turn on.
“What did you find out?” I asked, maybe a little too eager.
“That I enjoyed being a Top more, although would bottom for the right person,” he answered my question.
“Surprising,” I said, before my mouth could filter the message my head had sent down. My reply seemed to ‘surprise’ grandpa who looked at me confused.
“What do you mean?” it was his turn to ask questions.
“Oh, just you like to be a Top — I like to a Bottom. Thought we would both be the same.” I replied, deciding to be completely honest with him. He looked a little taken aback with my response.
“What do you mean you like to bottom?” he asked. It was my turn to look confused. I thought it was self-explanatory however it may have just been things, thoughts and ideas flying everywhere that provided my grandfather with the ‘dumb’ moment.
“I like to suck on a dick and then have it enter me,” I said adding the most sarcastic tone I could muster. I glanced towards my grandfather’s boxer shorts and saw a tent growing in them. I quickly returned my eye contact to his.
This response seemed to silence him as speaking ceased. The sound from the advert on the television the only thing stopping from total silence.
“Well, it’s getting late I best be off to bed,” Grandpa said. Breaking the silence that had fallen between us as he stood to his feet and started to make his way from the loungeroom to the master bedroom, “Good night,” he called behind him as he disappeared.
As he disappeared a feeling of sadness came over me. Did I say something wrong?
Had I embarrassed him? I hadn’t meant to I was just curious. I should go so he can feel comfortable in his own house. Oh My God! Did I do this on purpose so he would ask me to leave, and I could have my weekend back?
So many thoughts were running through my head. I figured primarily I needed to go and apologise. This is his house he can have and do what he wants.
I stood from the seat in the loungeroom I had been relaxing on and made my way down the hallway towards my grandfather’s door, I knocked softly knowing he had just said he was going to bed, but there was no response.
Reaching my hand up to the door again I gently pushed it open, hoping the old guy was not asleep and that his door would not creak or wake him. It did not but as I peered my head inside the doorway, I noticed he was not in his bed.
Closing his door quietly I turned back towards the loungeroom and that is when I saw a light coming from the basement. The door was closed over so the light was minimal, but it could faintly be seen — the reason I truly had not seen when I was earlier walking towards his room to apologise.
I opened the door to the basement and took the steps down there, sure enough there was Grandpa Ron his back turned to me as I walked down the stairs, he was looking down at something; what I could not see.
“There you are,” I said as I reached the bottom of the stairs. Grandpa Ron froze and turned towards me, his seven-inch penis out of the fly of the boxer shorts, and in his hand an iPad. Clearly visible on the screen was a young guy on his knees sucking the cock of an older guy.
“Shit Richard,” Grandpa Ron said. His hand, which moments earlier had been beating his own rod, first flying in the air before trying to reach across and press the button to turn the iPad off. In his panic all he was able to do was make the video disappear the sound of the slurping, the gagging could still be heard through the device’s inbuilt speakers.
As his hand then went back towards the iPad in an attempt to unlock it and open the video to close it properly my eyes couldn’t help but look back at his shaft, the circumcised shaft providing a nice purple head that looked so plump and round.
Oh My God! I screamed internally to myself. Really what was I thinking? This was my
grandfather. But my find of magazines, our talk earlier, and now catching him masturbating to gay porn this was an old horny guy with a nice cock — just my type.
His shaking and panicked finger print finally unlocking the iPad he quickly clicked on the Safari web browser icon where his video was playing on, the sound of sucking filling the basement, his finger furiously clicked the video button to bring up the ability to skip back, forward or pause, his finger hit pause quicker than any finger has pressed the button on shows like ‘Who Wants to be a Millionaire’, the sounds coming to an immediate end.
Satisfied that his video had now been completely stopped his eyes quickly went from the screen towards mine to offer some sort of excuse or explanation as to what he was doing. Only he was surprised to realise that his eyes did not meet mine when he attempted to look at me.
To meet my eyes, he had to direct his eyes downwards, to where my oral fixation slut side had kicked in and I was on my knees slowly reaching out towards this nice older cock with the delicious looking head and beautiful piss slit.
“Richard we can’t,” he said upon the surprise and shock wearing off and taking a mini step backwards while looking at me.
“Dad said I had to help you with whatever you needed. No questions, no arguing and even sometimes when not asked. So, we must.” I said as I placed my hands on his buttocks, the silk fabric of his boxer shorts the only thing stopping full skin contact and pulled him towards me — opening my mouth and sliding my mouth over his dick.
At first he attempted to resist, pulling himself back against my grasp, but as my tongue began swirling over the head of his manhood and the walls of my cheeks locked on his flesh as my lips clamped down his resistance died down and soon he had his eyes closed, his head tilted backwards and slowly thrusting his hips forward burying himself into me a little more with each movement forward he made.
“Oh shit, Richard its been so long,” Grandpa Ron spoke as he thrust his hips forward.
“Mmm-hmpf” was all I could muster as the head of my grandfather’s cock again made its way down my throat.
“You’re really good at sucking cock Richard, really good,” he spoke his thrusting getting harder, I could tell all this dirty talk was a turn on for him. Honestly it was a turn on for me as well, It is hard to explain and I know many wont believe if I tried.
But I had always been turned on by older men. A good 80% of my experiences had been with older men. Adding to the whole scenario the entire ‘incest’ taboo nature of the situation and the entire slutty scenario of catching some guy masturbating then ‘giving him a hand’. I was loving this.
Which is why it was no surprise I found myself moving my head forward in time with each of his hip thrusts, feeling the entire length of his shaft as it slid down my throat hitting its furthest point in my throat, his body weight leaning forward until his ball sack hit my chin before he would withdraw it.
His ball sack was hitting my chin. My grandfathers ball sack. The same ball sack that produced my father was now banging against my chin.
“Oh Richard, I’m going to cum.” He repeated three or four times, each time thrusting his cock what somehow felt further down my throat each time. I reached my hand up and took both of his balls into my hand, squeezing them gently and massaging them.
Then it happened.
With a roar he thrust into my throat, his sack against my chin, and he began to shudder and shake, I felt a short spit then a whole mouthful of warm cum, I began to swallow as his ball sack unloaded his built-up load down my throat.
I continued to suck well after the last drops escaped their stranglehold, the old mans dick began to go limp before it eventually slipped from my mouth and like a turtle who considers itself under threat it disappeared into the white bush of pubic hair, like a warm comfort blanket.
“Richard, we shouldn’t have done that,” Grandpa Ron said as I stood to my feet. The feeling of shame and embarrassment crossing over me. You may even say a short wave of guilt for what I had done.
“I’m sorry Grandpa, I was just trying to help,” I replied, the emotions in my mind racing with all different thoughts and struggling to collect itself.
“Oh, you helped, we just shouldn’t have,” he said, attempting to reassure me by reaching out and placing his hand on my shoulder. I turned my head to look at where he had placed it.
It was at that moment my mind had a lightbulb moment of its own.
“But I wanted to,” I said as I opened my mouth and took his closest finger, his thumb, into my mouth as I looked him in the eyes and began to gently suck on it.
Grandpa Ron pulled his finger out of my mouth after initially closing his eyes and letting out a soft moan.
“We have a lot more work to do,” he said as he turned and retired to his bedroom for the evening.
= = =
The next day was awkward. We did not speak about the night before and Grandpa Ron seemed a little standoffish. In fact, we hardly spoke. Simply he ran through the list of chores he hoped to achieve that day and then we departed our separate ways to check the list off.
Being summer in Australia it was yet another blistering day of heat bearing down on us, any type of reprieve from the heat you would hope for did not work and the sweat was dripping. The flies were being the annoying little buggers they were and continued to fly in and around our faces — running the real risk of an unintended snack if you spoke or breathed at the wrong time, yet slowly the list was checked off.
“Beer Richard?” Grandpa called from his covered alfresco area as I finished pruning the trees in the backyard, holding up an icy-cold bottle of the liquid ale to indicate what he had said in case I hadn’t heard him.
“Five-minutes,” I replied as I began to put the tools used throughout the afternoons efforts into his gardening shed. Wiping my forehead clear of sweat, but truly just wiping the sweat from my forearm onto my forehead.
Joining Grandpa Ron, who handed me a beer as I sat, was nice. Not only were the chores for the day done but I was concerned that he may have been too embarrassed for me to stay around.
“Great to kick back,” I mentioned. “Long day but got a lot of things done, what’s on the agenda tomorrow?” I asked.
“Oh, there’s one more thing left inside for us to do today but let’s have a beer and a break for a minute,” he replied.
As we finished our respective drinks and placed the empty bottles on the nearby table Grandpa Ron slapped his thigh.
“Well, no rest for the wicked,” he said a grin on his face as he got to his feet. I too got to mine as he led the way into the house and towards his bedroom.
“I want to move your grandmother’s closet,” he said as we entered the room, pointing to the old fashioned — which was probably popular back when they brought the house — closet in the corner.
I followed him into the room and headed towards the corner.
“Actually Richard,” he said as I reached my destination. Stopping me in my tracks.
“That was a lie.” He continued as I turned towards him. “I have been trying to put the thought out of my head all day, but I cannot, and it’s wrong… but… I want to fuck you.” He stuttered out, his nerves obvious.
Grandpa Ron was not really one for swearing, and the number of times throughout my life he had pulled me up for it all of this talk that had been coming out of his mouth was surprising and somewhat a turn on. In some, probably delusional, way it showed me he didn’t see me as that little boy anymore he saw me as an adult — and that was an important thing.
“Grandpa, I am here to help you, in everyway.” I said as I made may way back towards him, looking him in the eyes I grabbed his neck and kissed him deep. Was this my grandpa? Was this Ron some hot older guy? I did not know what my mind wanted all I knew was I was turned on and I loved the masculine smell that wafted into my nostrils as he parted his lips and our tongues danced together.
Without breaking the kiss his hands fiddled with the top of my shorts, plying their way into the waistband of the shorts and boxer shorts and yanked them downwards until they were awkwardly bunched up around my ankles.
He then broke our kiss, placed his hands on my shoulders and spun me around so I was facing his bed before pushing the top half of my body forwards until my forearms were resting on his mattress and within seconds, I felt the warmth of his body as he pressed up against me.
“Richard are you sure?” he said as he paused the grinding of his skin against my body.
“Fuck me Grandpa,” I said as I turned my head to look him in the eyes while pushing my booty back towards him.
With that he reached across into his bedside table draw and pulled out a bottle of lube. First squirting some on his hard cock he then squirted some on his fingers, immediately rubbing around my exposed opening before entering the first in.
I moaned loudly and pushed back against his finger taking him into my anus as far up as him knuckle before I gently pulled myself forward. Before sliding myself backwards again, this time faster again to the knuckle before pulling myself off. This process repeated as he entered a second — and eventually a third finger.
“Please fuck me Grandpa Ron,” I said as I impaled myself on his fingers again.
“Call me Ronny please,” Grandpa instructed.
“Ronny please fuck me,” I immediately corrected myself to his preference. And with that I felt the tip of his cock, his beautiful old, circumcised cock with the delicious purple head at the entrance way to my anal cavity.
Placing both his hands on my shoulders he pulled me back, with my complete and utter assistance, so his head entered me. There he stood, still for a couple of moments. I cannot say for what was going through his head.
But to break the awkwardness that had somehow fallen upon us I started to push myself backwards, impaling his shaft into the cavity, where despite the burning sensation the pleasure was already taking over.
“Richard, it has been so long. I mean I have not since your grandma got sick.” Ron exclaimed as I started to move forward on his shaft, until I felt just his tip at my entrance before I slowly pushed myself backwards again to engulf him.
My grandmother had been diagnosed with an aggressive form of cancer about twelve-years-ago, succumbing to it after a six-year battle. If what my grandpa was saying was true that meant he hadn’t fucked anyone in over a decade.
While the realisation was sad to begin with, that is when I knew I had to milk my grandfather and give him a fuck worthy of a decade in the making.
SLUT MODE ACTIVATED!
“Oh Ronny,” I said in my most seductive tone as I once again moved myself back on his shaft, his head this time hitting my prostate forcing me to stop and let out a low whimpering moan before continuing “you can fuck me all you want Ronny.”
With this I slammed myself backwards, again his cock hitting my prostate and forcing the moan. This had an instant effect on my grandfather who began to get into the thrusting. Thrusting his way deeper into me with each thrust.
The smell of sex filling the room, joining the loud choir of our moans, grunts, and lines to each other as we whipped each other into a sexual frenzy. My grandfather Ron holding his hands on my hips and pulling me onto his rod as he thrust himself deep into me, harder and thruster with each passing moment.
“Fuck me Ronny,” I begged as he entered me, my head resting on the mattress in order to provide him the best angle to be fucking his grandson’s arse. Filling it deep with his manhood as he pummelled it like a jackhammer on a construction site.
“Fill me, fill my man cunt with your cum,” I spurted out, again without my filter working. Despite the mistake in my choice of words it seemed to once again do the trick as Grandpa Ron grunted and began to fuck my hole deeper, pushing my head down further on the mattress from the force of his weight behind me.
Then just as it had when I was sucking him the night before, with one last big thrust he pushed himself deep into me, holding my hips in place I could begin to feel the warm liquid filling my insides. I was a little surprised and embarrassed by the feeling.
While I was a bottom, I was inexperienced with only a few men before fucking my ass but never any cumming in there.
His cock still buried in my arse I felt my grandpas hand reach around to my hard on, it did not take long just four or five stroke and I was blowing my load all over his hand and bed covering. Once my body had finished unloading, he pulled his hand to my mouth, offering it to my lips. I knew what he wanted me to do, so I stuck out my tongue and licked my own cum off my grandfather’s hand.
With a little love tap on my buttocks he pulled out and excused himself to shower. I went to my room and soon drifted away to sleep.
= = =
“Gone out to get some things, chores on the fridge. Thank you” was the message I had on my phone from Grandpa Ron when I awoke a little later than usual the next morning. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes I made my way to the kitchen to see what he had in-store for me today.
“Grandpa, the list?” I sent back when I noticed the sticky-note on the fridge, which contained a list that seemingly had nothing to do with getting things done around the house.
“Just get it done, please?” he replied within minutes of me sending my question. I was here to help Grandpa therefore I’d do the darn list that was on the fridge.
“Wow,” Grandpa Ron said as he walked into his bedroom about three-hours later. It had only been fifteen minutes since I had messaged to let him know the list was completed — it was the last thing on the list to do — and I guess by his exclamation as he walked in I had done the list to satisfaction.
I had spent an hour in the shower shaving every trace of hair from my body, something about Grandpa liking smooth skin — ironic I thought at the time considering his entire body was covered in a thick covering of white hair.
Next was douching to make sure my inside was clean for him. Then, on the kitchen bench, was a brand-new anal plug still in its packaging with a sparkly gem looking thing in the end. Finally, the instructions said to dig into the corner cupboard — apparently his little box of fetishes — and retrieve some Velcro cuffs which put me in a hog-tie position.
Obviously, I could only do three of the four straps and that’s why I was required to get on my knees in the middle of his floor, message him and wait.
After taking a few moments to ogle me from his position at the door Grandpa Ron took a few steps inside his room and took my hand placing it in the final Velcro strap and tightening it around my wrists. He went around and tightened all of the other straps on my wrists and ankles. He stood from me and took a step back towards the door.
“Oh, I love coming home from the pub and finding this.” Grandpa Ron said from his position.
“I’d love to be like this for you when you get home Ronnie,” I said the lust for my grandfather’s cock had overtaken me, and this was perfect — he was my perfect older man.
“Tell me Richard, do you like my cock?” Grandpa asked me.
“Yes.” I exclaimed quickly.
“Do you like sucking my cock, Richard?”
“Yes.”
“Do you like when my cock fills your arse, Richard?”
“Yes. I love it when you fuck me, Ronny.”
“You’d do anything for my cock right Richard?” Grandpa Ron asked as he continued to tease me, continued to highlight how much of a slut I had become for him.
“Yes Ronnie. I would do anything, anywhere at anytime for your cock,” I replied, confused yet turned on with this line of questioning.
“What about anyone?” Grandpa asked. It was like whatever la-la land I was in came to a screeching halt.
“Um… Yes, anyone, anywhere any time as long as I get your cock Ronny,” I said after a split second of hesitation.
“Oh good.” Grandpa replied. “I was having a couple of beers with Frank down at the pub while I was waiting for you. You remember Frank from next door?” he continued.
“Yes,” I replied completely confused by this discussion and why I was hogtied on the floor for a simple discussion about my grandfather’s 74-year-old neighbour.
“Long story short. I want you to fuck him.” Grandpa said almost instructively.
I was a little lost, some may say a little late-to-the-party at this point, but the thought of another guy fucking me was not on my mind. I wanted my grandfather, but I knew he wanted an answer.
“I would do anything for your cock Ronny. That includes anyone, anywhere, anytime.
You line it up and I will fuck him, as long as you’re there and I get your cock at the end.” I proclaimed to him.
“Well, about that. I was thinking now.” Grandpa replied. I went to protest but as I opened my mouth my words were unable to form before Grandpa spoke again.
“Frank, he’s up for it come on in.”
With that a nervous 74-year-old man, who I had played in his front yard as child. Who I had helped in the past with little things around the house or little errands was entering the room. His clothes already discarded in the hallway and his hand wrapped around his manhood stroking.
Ron and Frank combined to pick me up from the floor and place me in the middle of the bed. I tried to assist them but realised soon after they started that in reality, I was not helping so just let them do what they had to do to get me there.
Laying on my stomach, my hands and feet secured almost together with Velcro straps on an x-clamp, Frank climbed onto the bed, positioned nearest my head and lined his cock with my mouth. He was bigger than my grandfather. Not in length, he would be around the same size but in girth — I’d say easily double if not triple the width than my grandfather.
I instinctively opened my mouth and slid my tongue out, as if though it was a welcoming mat, maybe that is the way Frank took it as well as his penis slid its way into my mouth, I had to open wider and reposition my jaw to accommodate him — thinking back I remind myself of an anaconda.
Soon it had found its way down my throat, being thicker than Ronny’s it blocked more of my breathing, and I gasped and gagged as he slid his way down my pipe.
My Grandfather, not to be out done, was soon placing the cool tip of his lubed fingers at my entry way before sliding them in, this time starting with two sliding all the way to his knuckles.
“Mmmmm you’re right Ron, he’s much better than little Ray,” Frank said as he once again slid the full length of his shaft into my throat, his balls resting on my chin before he pulled back out.
Little Ray? Who the hell was Little Ray? I pondered to myself as Frank my grandfathers neighbour slid his cock into my throat, my grandfather replacing his fingers with his cock entering me from the other end. Talking to each other as if they talking over the fence about the weather.
Then it dawned on me… Little Ray? Were they talking about Raymond? My father Raymond?
“Such a shame. He got married and stopped doing this,” Frank continued as he again thrust into my throat.
“It is, he is flying out tomorrow seem it is the long weekend to see all the progress we have made,” Grandpa Ron said as he drilled his manhood into my rectum another time, hitting my prostate and causing me to groan around his 74-year-old neighbour’s cock.
“You have definitely made a lot of progress,” he said, I couldn’t see him, but I presumed he was indicating or at least talking about me, as they both laughed before the room was completely filled with a mixture of groans from the two men who were using my holes.
Wait! Dad was coming here tomorrow to check on all the progress. There was still a lot to be done. It was going to be my last day here before I finally got to go back to my life.
The two continued to fuck their respective holes for another few minutes, now that my grandfather had been cumming a bit more recently with me he was beginning to last longer. My grandfather pulled out of my ass and encouraged Frank to swap with him.
Frank repositioned on the bed to be behind me, with just an added dallop of lube on his tip to ensure it was lubed appropriately he began to slide into the hole my grandfather had been in just moments earlier. The thicker head burned as it pressed against my entry way before pushing itself in, then it was the tubes turn to feel the burn as it was stretched wider than it had been for a while but eventually I felt the hips of Frank against mine and I knew that he had himself fully impaled on me.
The musky smell from my own ass burned my nostrils as my grandfather lined his dick with my mouth and slammed it into the back of my throat causing me to gag, he pulled out and repeated the process, again and again — all I could do was gag and moan as my mouth and throat were being utterly used and abused by this man.
Behind me Frank was not going much easier. With my hands and legs hogtied in position he had to manoeuvre and reposition himself a couple times to get the right angle, but once he found that position he showed me this wasn’t his first rodeo as his hips began to pound against mine, forcing them deeper into the mattress with every one of his thrusts.
As the pace picked up with the cock in each hole, it was as if though an unspoken signal was given, both men withdrew from me, leaving my holes feeling empty and lonely. Frank moved his way from behind me to be next to my grandfather in front of me.
They reached down and turned me over, so I was laying on my back, they and there two cocks hovering above me. I watched as Frank reached out and wrapped his hand around my grandfather’s cock before slowly beginning to jerk him. My grandfather did the same to his neighbour.
It was a turn on, and I could see the signs. Within a minute or so of them jerking each other it was grandfather who buckled first. He looked in the eye of his neighbour he closed his eyes, he opened them trying to keep eye contact, but it was futile his legs began to buckle and his cock started to spew his man juice all over my face. The actions from Grandpa Ron seemed to trigger the motion for his neighbour Frank who soon after began joining my grandfather in covering my face with his load.
As they both expelled their waves of cum on my face, and their bodies began to relax after climaxing they took turns dipping their cocks into my mouth, I sucked and licked as I cleaned them off as they slowly grew rigid.
“Damn it you bugger, you won again.” My grandfather said as he pulled his cock from my mouth for the last time that evening.
“I always win,” laughed Frank as he did the same. He reached down unbuckling the straps on my wrists letting me go free.
= = =
Grandpa was not lying. About mid-morning the following day there was an unfamiliar car, obviously a hire car, which turned into the driveway and parked behind my grandfather’s car. Sure, enough my father, Raymond, soon stepped out of the car and made his way to the doorway.
“Hello!” my father called out as he opened the front door and walked into the house.
“Dad, Richard?” he called as he searched the front couple rooms until he found us on the back entertainment area.
He stepped out the backdoor, closing the screen door as he went to try to keep the flies out, turning after doing so he then stopped in his tracks. My smiling grandfather saw the look on his face and spoke up.
“Raymond, you remember Frank. My neighbour.”
Dad’s eyes darted between his father Ron, the neighbour Frank and then to me who was too afraid to make eye contact not knowing how my father was going to react.
How any of this was going to go at all.
“Dad… No… Not Richard.” Dad said, the sadness crossing his face. I was embarrassed. I had hurt my fathers’ feelings and the feeling of shame crossed over me. I know I should’ve thought of this earlier in the weekend, but in all honesty, I thought it was going to be some sort of little secret. Not become public knowledge.
“I wasn’t going to I promise,” Grandpa Ron started to explain.
“Then why?” my dad interjected.
“I think you should ask him that.” Grandpa Ron shot pack instantly, before he turned to look at me. It was at that point I wanted the earth to just open and swallow me right there and then… it didn’t because I am here re-telling this tale.
All three men turned their eyes to me. My face burned red with embarrassment, some fear of hurting my dad more than he must be hurting right now. I knew what my grandfather wanted me to say… I knew what I wanted to say… and then with my no filter mouth I said it.
“I want Ronny’s cock,” I said, almost in a defeated voice. I hung my head in shame. I could sense the disappointment radiating from my father.
“And what else?” my grandfather followed up.
“I will do anything with anyone at any time in return for Ronny’s cock.” I replied to almost robot like.
“For fucks sake Dad, you had me fly out here to see the progress you’ve made for this? This is my son.” Dad said, his voice rising.
“And you were my son. You enjoyed it for so long. What makes this different?”
Grandpa Ron charged back. The tension obviously rising between them. He then broke his eye contact with my father Ray and turned to speak to his neighbour Frank.
“Fuck the boy!” he almost instructed Frank who immediately sprung into action. He stepped from his position next to me and dropped his pants. Without saying a word to me, and only using a finger, Frank instructed me to stand and turn around.
I began to follow his instructions when my dad spoke up again.
“Wait… Dad…” everything in the room stopped for a second as if waiting to see what Dad was going to say. But he kind of stood there. Speechless.
“Look it’s either him or you,” my grandfather said, giving my father an ultimatum.
“Me, please me.” My Dad replied looking at me almost apologetically as he answered.
“Frank, you heard him. He wants to so stand down.” My grandfather Ron instructed his neighbour.
“Wait… no. I will be fucked instead of Richard.” My dad protested as he turned his head shocked as what his own father had said.
“That was not the deal. Either Frank fucks Richard — Franks way.” My Grandfather said with some sort of knowing tone “or you Fuck Richard anyway you want.”
“Dad, that’s my son.” Ray spoke to his father almost pleadingly. He was once again met with the rebuttal “and you are mine.”
“Richard?” Dad said to me quizzingly.
“I will do anything to anyone at any time for Ronny’s cock.” I repeated my line.
Keeping eye contact with me my dad lowered his pants and let his cock explode from his penis. He like me, and his father, was cut around the six to six and a half inch in length and a small circumference around the size of a CBD oil bottle base.
I dropped to my knees, blocked out the fact that this was my 58-year-old father and slid my head over the length of his cock taking it directly into my throat as far as it reached. Immediately my father let out a low grow and his knees buckled.
“Shit, Richard.” He sputtered to the laughter of Frank and my grandfather Ron. As I continued to suck on my own fathers cock, he began to loose his restraints and gently thrust his manhood deeper into my throat. I felt coldness at my entrance hole, it was lube, and soon could feel the tip of a cock pressing against it gently.
I moaned the best I could with the penis in my throat, it was like the tip was teasing my hole, pressing against it but not quite entering. It was driving me mad with lust, even my attempts to grind backwards to force it in were rejected as the cock owner pulled back.
“Okay, I can’t not fuck him forever so can you hurry up,” Frank said from behind me, now identifying the cock owner that had been pressing against my puckered anus entry way. He was speaking to my dad who had placed his hands on the back of my head as he pounded his cock into my throat.
The comment from Frank seemed to bring my father back to some sort of reality, as he opened his eyes looked down at me and let go of my head as he stepped backwards. He mouthed sorry to me, but my SLUT MODE had been activated all I could do was look him in the eyes, lick my lips and make an audible “mmm” sound.
His dick was soon replaced with Frank’s. He grabbed the top of my hair and pulled it upwards, so I was looking at him as he smiled and ploughed his entire length into my slutty throat, pulling it out to where just the tip remained in and repeating the process.
I felt it… the head of my dad’s cock at the entrance to my arsehole. It stayed there pressing against it almost hesitantly, I couldn’t take it especially after Franks treatment just moments earlier so attempting to time my move to when he least expected it I thrust my self backwards to impale myself of my Dad’s rock hard cock; his tip slid through my opening and into its tube nicely. It did not burn as much as it previously, probably due to getting more frequent use.
The moan from my dad was loud and indicated his satisfaction.
As Frank continued to use my throat as his own personal flesh light I saw another cock enter my vision, that of my grandfather Ron, it was hard and it was in line with my eye.
I reached my right hand out and wrapped my fingers around his shaft, beginning to tug on it sliding his skin back and forth, back, and forth. Frank took his pace to another level, and it seemed the intensity in the entire room lifted.
My dad soon grabbed onto my hips and begin to push his cock tip against my prostate as he got into a nice rhythm of his hips pounding mine, his balls slapping on my arse cheeks with every thrust he made deep into me.
And off course my grandfather, getting off with a hand job I was giving him while he watched his own son fuck his grandson.
My grandfathers cock disappeared from my hand, and soon he from my side while his neighbour continued to slide his hard shaft down my slutty mouth.
Then the rhythm of my father’s cock in my butt canal changed. I heard a huge moan from behind me.
“Oh, Daddy yes,” it came from my father. I was so confused until Frank spoke up while still pounding my throat like he was pounding my chest giving CPR.
“Oh, Fuck Ron, that’s so fucken hot. Seeing you fuck your son while he fucks his son.
Shit you’re going to make me cum.” He grabbed my head and pounded, the change of momentum in my arse then made sense. It had changed because my dad was now being fucked by my grandfather.
Within a few moments the familiar taste and feel of the hot wave of cum had begun to be blasted down my throat from the ball sack of Frank, I swallowed, licked, and sucked it all down — doing my best to massage his cock as it continued to erupt.
I heard my dad behind me begging Grandpa Ron to fuck him harder, like old times.
Being honest I was jealous. I wanted Ronny’s cock. The only reason I was doing anything else was for Ronny’s cock and I was not getting it.
“Oh yes Daddy, fuck me fill my ass with your cum,” my dad yelled, all the while thrusting his hips in unison with his fathers to also be using my ass to milk his six-and-a-half-inch Daddy cock.
I heard dad moan and coo, I could feel my grandfather shuddering behind him, he was exploding his seed deep into my father’s arsehole and I was not happy. That was my cock, that was my load.
I began to moan, and thrust backwards, doing my best to use the muscles in my arse to milk my father. I begin to slide forwards and backwards riding his pole, his attention soon turned from his arse being filled by my grandfathers cum to fucking my ass.
“Dad, I cannot. I just can’t cum in him.” My father protested.
“Blow in his mouth then.” The reply from my grandfather and with that my father pulled out of my arse with a loud pop and repositioned towards my head. I turned towards him and gulped him down my throat it was only two or three bobs, and he was blowing down my throat, it was a salty taste but yet seemed so delicious at the same time.
As my dad began to soften in my mouth he stepped backwards, as he turned to take another step I called out.
“Wait… come back…” I stated. He looked at me confused. “Turn around” I spoke. He did as I asked.
I grabbed him by the hips and pulled him backwards, diving my tongue into his used arsehole that still carried the leaky remnants of my grandfather’s load. I darted my tongue in and out, kissing it and licking it like I was kissing my girlfriend or eating out a pussy.
That was my load, and I was going to get it by any means.
When I was finally satisfied that I had collected as much of it as I was going to get, I pulled my tongue out of his ass, kissing his entry hole as it exited and pulled my head off him.
“Frank,” my grandfather said getting the attention of his neighbour. “You lost; you came first.”
Frank looked at my grandfather then looked at me. He took a step or two towards me grumbling under his breath as he reached his older, well-worn hands towards my cock and started to jerk me off.
“Richard, would you like Frank to suck you instead of just jerk you?” my grandfather offered. Before I could reply Frank spoke up.
“Ron, you know I’ve never.”
“And there’s a lot of things these two had never but you were here for it. If you want to be here for more, I suggest you start learning some new things.” My grandfather ‘suggested’ to his friend.
“Richard stand up.” Grandpa Ron instructed me. Not wanting to disobey I did as I was told and stood to my feet.
Without another word being exchanged Frank took my position in kneeling and nervously opened his mouth, sliding the tip of my manhood into what I guess was his virgin mouth. He gagged, coughed, and sounded like he was going to throw up.
At times he used too much teeth. But despite his old age he was an adaptive learner and soon he had almost mastered the art of blowjobs — if anything he may have been too eager with some of his moves but definitely an A+ for effort.
I was already at the verge of emptying my load into his virgin throat when my grandfather spoke up again.
“Richard, you are too kind. He wasn’t this kind to you, was he?” maybe someone suggestively, but it did remind me of how he had treated me when his cock was down my throat and with the exchange of a wicked smile with my grandfather I placed my hands on the back of Frank’s head.
His eyes immediately bulged, as if though he recognised what was about to happen.
It was as if though all the memories of the way he had fucked my throat and arse over the previous night and day came flooding back to me and it was time to repay the favour — even if in a small way.
With my hands on the back of his head I entered my cock down his throat, he gagged again, his eyes opened wide as I held it there. I slowly withdrew it until just over half was still left, a sigh of relief crossed his face — this wasn’t too bad — but before more could be withdrawn, I slammed it back in the full length hitting the depths of his throat again.
I repeat the action, faster and harder with an attempt to make him gag with every thrust, to feel my cock hit that point in his throat where it attempts to resist. To show him what it is like to have your hole used and abused.
Unfortunately, it was evident from all the build up that morning already that I was not going to last long so I wanted to enjoy it while I could — eight or nine strokes of my cock down his throat and my balls smacking against his chin before I thrusted in for the final time.
My balls exploded, my body convulsed, shaking as my hands held his head on my cock ensuring that he too would know what the taste of cum was like.
Upon finally emptying my load I pulled my cock from him.
“So, I guess you’ve made progress… just not around the house?” Dad said, a smile crossing his face.
“I do not know, we’ve covered the bedroom, bathroom, kitchen and loungeroom — only a couple more rooms to fuck in… I think we’re making great progress.” Grandpa Ron replied.
= = =
And that is the summer that I never complained about having to help Grandpa with anything around his house again.