Grandpa Dave
 

 by: Hankster

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All my ancestors grew up on a farm in rural Louisiana, very rural.  My father was the first son to break the mold.  He left the farm after he graduated high school, and although Grandpa helped him financially, as best he could, Dad worked his way through college; Loyola University, no less.  Actually, my dad, Jeremiah, (everyone calls him Jerry) was Grandpa Dave’s only son.  Dad’s mother died in childbirth, and Grandpa never remarried.

My dad and my mom met in college, and they got married a couple of months into their sophomore year.  The wedding was in New Orleans, and much to my dad’s joy, Grandpa Dave attended.  He gave the happy couple a substantial wedding gift, and was the merriest person at the reception.  He and my dad had always had a very close relationship, before and after he left the farm.  They kept in touch when Dad left, and he started his adult life with Grandpa’s blessing.

Grandpa never resented his son for breaking the family tradition.  In fact, he admired him.  Now that he had no heir to the farm, he even planned on selling the place when he was ready to retire, and move to Fort Myers, Florida, where the parents of one of his boyhood friends had retired.  Actually, it was probably the only city name he knew in Florida, and only because his friend mentioned it so often.

Now a word about Grandpa.  He knocked up my grandma, when he was sixteen, and she was thirteen.  They had a shot gun wedding, and grandma moved to the family farm.  She chose to have my dad at home, and the doctor’s attributed her demise to her youth, immature body, and the decision to give birth at home.  Grandpa was one-month shy of seventeen when Dad was born.  Lucky for him, he had my great grandparents to help him raise his son.  Unfortunately, they both died within a year of each other, when Dad was eighteen; in fact, they died while he was away in college.

Well, you know, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.  Mom was four months pregnant with me, when my parents married.  And my dad was only nineteen years older than I am.  Nineteen plus sixteen equals thirty-five.  Gramps is only thirty-five years older than I.  Hell, when I became sexually active, I slept with men older than he is.  If you read that last sentence carefully, you will have figured out that I am gay.

Mom’s parents are ridiculously wealthy.  They very much disapproved of her marrying a country bumpkin, and they refused to make her a wedding.  Mom and Dad pooled their savings, and made their own wedding celebration.  Dad showed them all.  After college he started several dot com companies, and when he had five of them going, and going strongly, he began to sell off the oldest for big bucks, whenever he started a new one.  That way he never had to juggle more than five at a time. 

My dad became richer than his in-laws.  Mom and Dad were often featured on the society pages of the local New Orleans’s newspaper.  My maternal grandparents tried to get back into my mother’s good graces, but she gave them the finger.  She wouldn’t even let them see me.  I contacted them when I was a teenager, but when they found out that I was gay, they wanted me out of their lives again.  No loss to me.  I never really knew them.  My folks remained good old, down to earth people, in spite of their (our) wealth.  In fact, that’s why I spent a lot of time on my grandfather’s farm in my youth. 

Dad wanted me to have a taste of hard work.  He would take his vacation, such as it was, in the summer.  He spent more time on the phone doing business, than vacationing.  My mother loved him too much to object.  Besides he spoiled and pampered her more than her own father had.  But he never pampered me.  He wanted me to grow up appreciating hard work, and inheriting a good work ethic.

I was only five years old, when my folks brought me to the farm for two weeks while they vacationed in St. Thomas.  They trusted Grandpa more than any Nanny they could hire.  I had my dad’s old room, and I slept in his bed.  Somehow that made me feel good, but I didn’t know why.  And Grandpa was great.  Every day that I was there, he gave me small, easy chores to perform, and he even took me out on his tractor.  It was a great experience for a boy from New Orleans.

On the first morning after my parent’s left, I was riding with Grandpa on his tractor, when he said. “We’re gettin’ company this evening, Davie.” (I’m named after him.  Didn’t I tell you?)  He’s coming for dinner,” he continued, “so we’ll head home earlier than I usually do, because I’m making us a real gourmet meal.”  He must have thought that was funny, because he broke out laughing.  It was indeed amusing, because he made a basic meal of meat loaf and mashed taters.

“The first thing we do,” he said as we entered the farm house, “is shower, and gussie up.  We don’t want to be smellin’ of sweat when Daniel gets here.”  I had just a few weeks earlier started to shower by myself, but when grandpa told me he was taking me into the shower with him, I decided not to let on.

Here’s a few more facts about my heritage.  Dad is six, two, and Grandpa is six, four.  When I showered with my father, I would gawk at his cock.  I had to wonder if mine would ever grow as big.  Now I figured grandpa was taller, so maybe he was bigger down there also.  He was, but not by much.

I knew there was a difference between my dad and me, in the groin area, but I never felt comfortable asking about it.  Besides, at that time I didn’t know how to describe the difference.  I know now that Dad was not cut, but I was.  He told me, when I was older, that my mom insisted on my being circumcised as a matter of personal hygiene.  I suppose that’s why my dad cleansed himself so thoroughly in that area in the shower.  He would peel back his foreskin several times, and soap his cock.  I guess he wanted to smell pretty for Mom.

Grandpa wasn’t any different.  First, he soaped me up good, and got me squeaky clean all over.  Then, as I let the waterfall rinse me off, Grandpa went to work on his own body.  He spent more time down there than Dad did.  I hadn’t realized it before, but gazing at my Grandpa’s naked, muscular body, I became aware, for the first time, how handsome he was.  My father had inherited his good looks, and I prayed that someday I would be as tall and good looking as they were.

We dried off and got dressed; nothing fancy.  I wore shorts, no underwear, a tee shirt and sandals.  Grandpa wore a tee shirt, long jeans, and sneakers, without socks.  He didn’t wear underwear either.

Grandpa got the dinner started, and then we went into the dining room, and I helped Grandpa set the table.  We were just about finished, when the doorbell rang.

“Get, the door, Davie,” Grandpa instructed.  “Let my friend Daniel in, and tell him I’m in the kitchen, just finishing up our dinner.”

I ran to the front door, opened it, and gazed stupidly at him.  Daniel was a giant, at least six, five.  I gasped when I stared up at him, but Daniel leaned down.  He took my little hand, and it got lost in his massive palm.

“You must be Davie,” he smiled at me, as he shook my hand as best he could.  It was the first time another man had done that, and I felt so damn grown-up, that all I could do was grin at him foolishly.

Grandpa ran out from the kitchen, and the two men hugged each other.  I had seen my folks hug a lot, but I had never before seen two men hug.  My first emotion was that of being totally shocked.  That was followed by the biggest urge to hug both of them, or have both of them hug me simultaneously, so that all three of us would be hugging at the same time. 

Grandpa’s dining room table was rectangular, and easily sat six people.  He sat at one end, I sat to his right, and Daniel sat to his left.  As young as I was, I knew that something strange was going on.  All through dinner, the two men kept taking each other’s hands and smiling at each other.

After dinner, we all chipped in to clean up, and restore everything to the neat, ship shape condition the house was in before Grandpa started cooking.  I gotta tell you the man was real messy when he cooked.

I was allowed to stay up for about an hour after dinner, when I was ordered to bed.  Grandpa told me to use the bathroom, get ready for bed, and he would come to tuck me in.  I followed his instructions, and was undressed in no time.  When finally, I got tucked in, I was as naked as the day I was born.  Grandpa kissed me on the lips as he said his “good-nights.”

It was actually a couple of hours earlier than I went to bed at home, but I figured that everyone went to bed earlier on a farm.  I had no trouble falling asleep, but I didn’t stay asleep.  I woke up in the pitch dark, and wondered what time it was.  I felt wide awake.  There was a luminous clock in the kitchen.  I got out of bed, and went to the kitchen to see if I should try to sleep some more, or just get up, and get dressed.  My decision would be determined by what time it was.

Grandpa’s bedroom door was open, and I heard strange moaning noises.  I was five years old, and more than curious.  There was enough moon light coming into the room, that I could see the figures in the room.  I peeked in, and was too young to know what I was seeing.  It was a few years later when I finally understood what I had seen.

Daniel and Grandpa were lying head to foot in the bed, and they were both naked.  Grandpa had Daniel’s weenie in his mouth, and Daniel had Grandpa’s in his.  I didn’t have a clue as to what they were doing, but they were both sort of purring.  I wondered if they were peeing in each other’s mouths.  I was more curious than shocked, and I had an almost uncontrollable urge to jump into Grandpa’s bed and join them.  Daniel came for dinner two more times, during my stay.  I had no doubt that he and Gramps were playing some kind of game in bed.  He was always gone before I got up in the morning.

Over the next several years, I continued to spend my Dad’s vacations at Grandpa’s farm.  I loved it there, and Dad and Mom got some much needed alone time.  Daniel always visited us several times during my stay, and as I matured I realized that he and Grandpa had a sexual relationship.  I also came to realize that I was gay, maybe gayer than they were.  I would pretend to be asleep when Grandpa checked on me, and then I listened intently to what was going on.  When their sexual passion was at its height, I would even creep out of bed, and spy on them.  The urge to join them in bed was becoming an obsession with me.

The year I turned fifteen, Grandpa turned fifty.  He didn’t look a day over thirty.  He had all his good looks and bulging muscles.  Of course, we didn’t shower together anymore, much to my regret.  That year I begged my parents to let me spend the entire summer on the farm.  “After all,” I reasoned, “Grandpa is fifty.  He’s real old and needs my help.”

We all knew that Gramps was far from old, but my dad looked at me solemnly and said, “That’s very nice of you, Davie.  Sure you can go.  I spoke to Grandpa, and he says that your visits are the highlights of his year.”

Dad drove me to the farm.  I had too much “stuff” to take the bus that year.  My “stuff” included my stereo player and lots of LP’s.  “iTunes” was a thing for a whole generation in the future.  The trip wasn’t terribly long, but long enough that Dad chose to spend the night with us.

Grandpa made one of his messy, delicious dinners.  After we cleaned up, we sat and chewed the breeze for a while.  Then Dad asked me to turn in, because he and Grandpa had things to discuss in private.  The gay hairs on my body stood up at full attention.  I hadn’t come out yet, and I became terribly suspicious.

As usual, after some time passed, Grandpa came to check on me.  I snored lightly and pretended to be asleep.  He closed my door quietly, something he had never done before.  The door was hardly dungeon like, and I could still hear anything that went on in the farm house.  Dad was supposed to sleep on the sofa in the living room for just that one night, but I still listened intently, and I was rewarded with the sound of Grandpa’s bedroom door being closed.  He never closed it, even when Daniel visited, so I found this strange.  I waited for about half an hour, and then stealthily opened my door.  I peeked into the living room, and nobody was sleeping on the couch.  My suspicions were heightened to an even greater level.

As quietly as I could, I approached Grandpas’ bedroom, and attempted to listen to any noises that might be getting through.  I didn’t need a hearing aid to hear my dad.  “Fuck me, Daddy,” he whimpered.  “It’s been such a long time, and I need it so bad.”

I wanted to listen more, but I was too upset.  Grandpa and Dad were making it together.  My feeling of being upset, was quickly replaced by one of pure lust.  I ran back to my room, intending to whack off.  While I was masturbating, I made a decision.  Before this week was out, I was going to seduce my grandfather, and when I got home after the summer, I was going to seduce my father.  If they could do it, so could I.

As my moment of joy approached, I fantasized that I was making love to both of them, and I was sucking both their cocks at the same time.  In my fantasy, I took them easily.  I had no trouble taking both their cocks into my eager mouth.  When I came, I came with more force, and with more abundance, than I had ever cum before.

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My father woke me up early the next morning.  It was still dark outside.  He told me that he wanted to get an early start home, and Grandpa wanted to get going on his chores.  He told me to hustle, if I wanted to help Grandpa today.  He kissed me on my lips as he said goodbye.  He hadn’t kissed me anywhere for the last three years or so.  I had a crazy desire to offer Dad my tongue, but I refrained.

I dressed quickly, and the three of us had a meager breakfast.  Coffee and toast for them, milk and toast for me.  That was no surprise, the skimpy meal, I mean.  We really had only one meal on the farm, and that was dinner.  Come what may, Grandpa always made a hearty, wholesome dinner for us, and I’m sure he did the same when he was alone, or when he was joined by his friend, Daniel.

When we were finished, Grandpa said to Dad, “You best be getting along, Son, and avoid some of that morning rush hour traffic.”  Dad stood up, and for the second time that morning, he kissed me goodbye on my lips.  I began to wonder if he wasn’t as hot for me, as he was for Grandpa, especially since I thought I tasted a bit of his tongue.  Grandpa walked him to the door, and they kissed goodbye, and believe me, it was a long kiss with tongue.  They knew that I could see them, and I wondered if they wanted to reveal their secret to me. 

When I saw that impassioned kiss, I knew what I was going to do to seduce Grandpa.  First, I was going to tell him that I was gay, and that my folks didn’t know yet.  Then I would tell him that I trusted him to take the news better than they would, because I was aware of his relationship with Daniel.  I decided to leave my father out of it, at least, for now.  I reckoned that Grandpa would be shocked enough that I knew about his relationship with Daniel.  Or would he?  Then I would come out shooting, and tell him I wanted to join him and Daniel in bed the next time that hunk came over.  I figured that blunt-force honesty was the best policy.

If Grandpa resisted me, I would tell him that I knew about him and my father as well, and I didn’t want to be left out, since they were the two men I loved most in the world.  Then finally, for a little sympathy, I would tell him that I wanted someone, who really loved me, to take my virginity.

I guess it will come as no secret to you, that things don’t always work out as you plan, no matter how carefully you plan them.

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This morning, Grandpa and I went out to the fields on his tractor.  He usually gave me light chores, but today, he removed a rake and hoe from the rear of the tractor, and gave me a section of the farm to weed between the corn stalks.  I must have looked surprised, because Grandpa said, smiling at me, “You’re a man now Davie, and you should do a man’s work.”

And I did a man’s work, almost all day long.  Grandpa and I did not stop for lunch.  The only break I took was to sip some water from a canteen.  I was bending over trying to get at a particularly resistant weed, when I heard Grandpa’s voice.

“We worked straight through lunch,” he said, “so let’s quit early, and have a nice leisurely evening.”

“What time is it?” I asked.  I was so absorbed in my work, I hadn’t even noticed that we hadn’t eaten, and that it was now late in the afternoon.

“It’s 3:30, Davie.  Let’s get on home, and clean up.  I’ve got big plans for us for tonight.”

I had no idea what Grandpa had planned, and I didn’t much care.  My only thought, or I should say, my only prayer, was that his plans would not interfere with my plans for his seduction.

I sat beside him on the tractor, as he drove us home.  Grandpa, was in rare good spirits.  He sang all the way home, only stopping to tell me what a good job I had done, and how proud he was of me.  When he told me that, he slapped my knee, but he didn’t remove it.  Instead he swept his hand high up my inner thigh, just inches away from my almost mature manhood, which was suddenly erupting.  I did nothing to stop him, but eventually he removed his hand from my thigh.  Instead of placing it back on the steering well, he tousled my hair.

We finally got home, and I thought we would head straight for the shower, but Grandpa led me to the sofa in the living room.  We were both sweaty and dirty, but he sat right down on the sofa, and motioned for me to join him.  We sat side by side, and neither of us said a word.  I was on the edge of my seat, waiting for Grandpa to make his big speech.  I wondered if he was going to tell me about him and Daniel, or about him and my father.  I just wished he would speak up already.  It seemed an eternity before he finally did.  When he started to talk he put his hand on my knee again.

“When your dad was just about your age,” he began, but he stopped to clear his throat several times, “I asked him a question.  I’m going to ask you the same question, and I know you’ll be honest with me.  Are you a virgin?”

I was pretty surprised, but I pulled myself together, and answered, “Regretfully, I am.  What did my dad say?”

“The same thing, and I said that I would change his status that very evening, and teach him how to have great sex.  I assured him that what I taught him, he could use for making love either to a man or a woman.  I wanted his first time to be special, and with someone he loved.  Davie, that’s what I’m telling you now.”

This was my moment.  I had to confess.  “Grandpa,” I said, “I’m gay, and I am so hot for you, I’ve been planning on seducing you.  I know all about you and Daniel, and you and my father.”

Grandpa was not surprised at anything I told him.  Finally, he commented on my admissions.  “Your dad and I did everything we could to get you to realize that our love was deeply physical, as well as emotional.  Are you all right with that?”

“When do the lessons and the lovemaking begin?  Does that answer your question?”

“Davie, I haven’t showered with you since you were a tadpole, but tonight we are going to take a shower together, but it will be a different kind of shower.”

“I can’t wait, but I must ask, is Daniel coming over tonight?  I wouldn’t be unhappy to have a threesome with him.  He’s so hot.”

“Daniel is married, and his wife is a nurse.  Every few days, she has the night shift, and that’s when he visits me.  He has to go home long before dawn.  We would love to spend a whole night in each other’s arms, but I don’t know if it will ever happen, at least, not with him.  I told him that no matter what, he was not to come around this evening.  Tonight I intend to sleep with my arms around you all night long.  Now, come with me.  I want to shower with you.”

Grandpa and I stripped naked in his bedroom, and he led the way to the shower.  I followed him in a stupor.  All I could do was stare at his magnificent body, and his cock, which was slightly bigger than my father’s, just as I remembered it to be.

I have no idea how we got in the shower.  I “woke up” to feeling water running all over my body, and Grandpa soaping my cock, which was growing rock hard.  He handed me the soap, and asked me to do his back.

When I did that, I did his ass as well, and he said, “That’s it Davie.  Get my ass hole nice and clean.”  He took the soap from me, and began the ritual of cleaning his cock, especially under the foreskin.  I had seen him and my father do this often enough, when I was a kid, but now I was aroused to a point where my hard-on actually hurt.

At fifteen, going on sixteen in the very near future, I was almost six feet tall, so I wasn’t surprised when Grandpa said, “There’s too much difference in our heights.  I’d love to start making love here, but my bed will be more comfortable.”  He was right, of course, but immediately I had visions of him and Daniel, and him and my dad, fucking in that bed, and I was aroused even more, if that were possible, but I was also frightened.

Grandpa was erect, and hard, and at least nine thick inches.  I had to ask.  “Are you going to fuck me with that baseball bat?”

He laughed, and said, “Of course I will, but don’t squirm and fret.  I’ll prepare you so well, that you won’t feel a thing except pleasure.  I would never hurt you, Davie.  Besides, it might not happen tonight.  Don’t forget we have all summer for love making.  Tonight, you’re going to fuck me.”  I had to wrap my arms around him to keep from falling down in a faint.

Grandpa took that embrace as some sort of signal, because he leaned down to kiss me.  Unlike his grand-fatherly kisses of the past, this time he pushed his tongue into my mouth, and our two tongues kissed, as well as our lips.

Grandpa dried me off, and I dried him off.  There was something so sensuous and loving about doing that, it made my cock grow even harder.  In fact, Grandpa said, “You’re pretty well developed down there, Boy.  We’re going to have a lot of fun.”

I climbed into bed, and lay on my back.  Grandpa climbed on top of me, and I was amazed.  I hardly felt his weight at all.  He kissed me for a while, and then he turned around so that our bodies were head to foot.  He took my cock into his mouth.  I didn’t hesitate to guide his into mine.  I couldn’t get much of him into me, but he had my entire rod down his throat.  It was my first blow job, and I couldn’t concentrate on anything but how wonderful it felt.  Grandpa’s cock fell completely out of my mouth.

My orgasm was building very slowly, but it was intense.  Screaming and wailing loudly, I came in Grandpa’s mouth.  This was better than any hand job, I had ever given myself.  I broke out into tears, and Grandpa twisted around quickly and kissed me so that I could share my own jism with him.

“Oh, Grandpa…” I started to say, but words failed me.

“Sh, sh, my little boy, Grandpa knows.  Catch your breath, and I’ll show you how to give the best blow job in the world, and you can practice on me.”  That must have struck him very funny because he roared with laughter.

Grandpa gave me some instructions, and I went down on him.  I relaxed my jaw, and I got about four of his nine or so inches into me.  I swabbed what cock I had with my tongue, and Grandpa started to whimper and gyrate his hips.  I was elated.  I figured I must be giving him great pleasure.  “I’m cumming,” he yelled.  I didn’t know if he was telling me to pull off, or let him come in my mouth, so I just kept swabbing his cock with my tongue.  He came with such force I was pushed off of him.  I aimed his precious seed into my mouth, and swallowed what tasted like honey to me.  Most of Grandpa’s semen was on my face and on his body.  Gleefully, we harvested the gooey substance with our fingers, and ate our dessert, until Grandpa’s body was clean as a whistle.

He wrapped me up in his big arms, and as tall as I was, I virtually disappeared into his body.  “Soon,” he said, “we’ll fuck, but I have to start getting you ready right now.  Roll over onto your stomach.”

I did as he asked, and watched as he took a tube of lubricant out of his bedside table.  He dabbed a generous amount up my ass, and I shivered.  “It’s cold,” I said, but he just laughed.  Then he stuck one finger up my ass, and pushed it all the way in.  It didn’t hurt at all.  He started to ream and stretch my opening.

“How does it feel?” he asked.

“Wonderful!”

He reamed me a little longer.  I didn’t want him to stop, but he did.  He pulled his finger out, and wiped it clean with a tissue.  He removed another tissue, and with love, he cleaned my ass.

“Tomorrow we’ll do two fingers, and the day after, we’ll try three.  When you can enjoy four fingers as much as you enjoyed the one today, I’ll fuck you.”

I smiled at him, and said, “I can’t wait.”

He ran his fingers up and down my body, caressing me with love.  “I see you’re hard again,” he noticed.  “How would you like to fuck me?

I was overwhelmed.  All I could do was nod.  “Stand at the foot of the bed,” he commanded.  I did, and he lay down on his back, moved to the edge of the bed, put a pillow under his butt, raised his legs onto my shoulders, and told me to go for it.

“How about lube?” I asked.

“Daniel has stretched me to the breaking point,” he laughed.  “Just stick it in, and we’ll both enjoy it better.  Of course, I obeyed him, and I came after just a few strokes.

Grandpa got my asshole good and stretched out in three evenings, “You’re a natural born bottom,” he said laughing.  But he didn’t fuck me until the next night.  I loved every second of it, and begged Grandpa to try not to cum.  But the whole idea of him fucking his grandson was too erotic for him, and he came all too quickly, even though I had just gotten him off with my now educated tongue.  After that we fell asleep in a manner which had become habitual, with me wrapped up in his arms, and disappearing into his massive frame.

Driving out to the fields on his tractor the next morning, he casually informed me that Daniel was coming for dinner that evening.  I grinned and Grandpa said, “It’ll be a new sexual experience.  I hope you’ll enjoy it.”

“I can’t wait,” I said.

Grandpa didn’t say anything.   He seemed to be lost in thought, and then he smiled at me, and said, “It’ll be good practice when your dad gets here.”  A chill went through my body.

“Do you know when he’s coming?”

“The weekend after next your momma’s going away for a few days with her girlfriends, sort of a girl’s weekend out.  Your dad’s coming then to spend some time with us. 

-4-

When Daniel came over that evening, he didn’t shake my hand as usual.  He was bigger than Grandpa, and he almost crushed my bones when he hugged me.  As I tried to catch my breath, I wondered if I could take his cock up my ass.  I figured that it must be bigger than Grandpa’s.  It was just slightly bigger, and when the time came, I had no problem at all.

Grandpa made us a hearty dinner as usual, and after we cleaned up our mess, he suggested a daisy chain.  His bed was too small, so we used the living room floor which was carpeted.  Being as young as I was, I came too quickly, so Grandpa and Daniel turned it into a game of sixty-nine.  They refrained from cumming.

“How’d you like to fuck real young meat?” Grandpa asked Daniel, who looked reluctant, so Grandpa continued.  “I broke him in proper, and if you just be gentle, and use a lot of lube, it’ll be just fine.”

“I couldn’t just stand by and say nothing, so I piped in, “Please Daniel, I want you to fuck me so bad.  Please, please,” I begged.

I assumed the missionary position and Daniel entered me with relative ease.  As soon as he was positioned, Grandpa came up behind him, and entered his hairy ass.  We established a rhythm, and it didn’t take the two experienced men very long to cum.  They tried to last, but they were so worked up, having sex with me, that they couldn’t restrain themselves.

When Daniel was getting dressed to go, he asked Grandpa if Jerry had any plans on coming out.  “I sure do miss his bubbly butt,” Daniel giggled.  I was shocked, but when I heard Grandpa’s answer I was delighted.

“His wife is going on a girls’ weekend out, the weekend after next, and he told me that he’s coming out here while she was away, but only if Davie was ready for him.”

“Well, he sure is,” Daniel said.  “How about I tell Sandra that the four of us are going fishing Saturday, and we get together then?”

“You got a deal,” Grandpa said.

Frankly, I was being overwhelmed.  I had gone from a virgin wannabee to a sex hound in a few short days.

My dad arrived late Friday afternoon.  Grandpa and I had just come home from the fields.  He told me to shower first, because he wanted to get dinner going.  I was disappointed because I was getting used to the long, sensuous, erotic showers he had introduced me to. 

Suddenly the door to the stall shower opened, and I assumed that Grandpa was going to join me, but it was not to be.  It was better than that.  My father stepped in naked, and grinning at me.  There were no pretenses anymore.  He grabbed me and started to kiss me.  His kisses were far from fatherly.  His tongue was tickling mine, and I was getting weak-kneed.  Suddenly, he fell to his knees and devoured my cock.  Damn, he was good.  A few deft swipes of his tongue and I came.  My screams sounded really loud due to the resonating tile walls in the shower.

Dad stood up, and I fell to my knees.  I took his cock in my mouth, and started to suck.  Grandpa had taught me well.  My father was moaning and twisting in a very short time.  He stopped me from my efforts, and stood me up.

“Assume the position,” he said smiling.  I leaned against the shower wall and stuck my butt out.  Dad fell to his knees again, and started to rim my ass.  I moaned loudly in ecstasy.  He was at his task for a few minutes, when he stood up.  He soaped his cock good, and entered my ass hole very slowly.  He slipped right in, with minimal effort.  Grandpa had stretched me out really good.

I would have liked for him to have stayed in me all day, but alas, he came too soon, and eventually he fell out of me.  We rinsed off, dried each other, and Dad started to cry.  I thought he might be ashamed of what had just happened between us, and I was ready to reassure him, that I loved it, and it was what I wanted to happen for as long as I could remember.

Before I could say anything, Dad said, “I’m so happy.  I’ve been waiting for this day to come, all your life.  You, me and Grandpa, are now truly bound together forever, but you have to spread your wings and fly away, when the time comes.  Find a nice young girl or a boy, if that’s your choice, and love that person.  Grandpa and I won’t be around forever, but we will get together for love, whenever possible.”

“I’m gay, Dad,” I said.  It’s going to be a boy, and maybe he won’t mind joining us, like Grandpa’s boyfriend will tomorrow.”

“Ah, Daniel.  He has joined us ever since I was your age, and whenever I came home to the farm without your mother.”

“Like now,” I said.

“Like now,” he repeated.

The three of us went to Grandpa’s room immediately after dinner.  Dad and I had eaten dinner naked.  We hadn’t bothered to dress after our shower, so Grandpa stripped quickly, took a quick shower, and joined us in his bed.  There wasn’t much room, but we managed to form a daisy chain.  Nobody climaxed, and we switched to fucking.  I assumed the position (on my back), and I begged my ancestor’s to fuck me, and not to be gentle.

“Gee Pops,” Dad said to Grandpa, “you’ve created a little sex machine, and I love it.  I can’t wait until he gets home Labor Day weekend.”

The two men, who were dearest to me in my life, fucked me alternately, and Dad was the first to unload inside me.  When he did, I cried.  Then Grandpa resumed fucking me.  His spurt was even stronger than my father’s and I cried even louder.  When everybody caught their breaths, Dad and Grandpa went down on me.  They teased my cock until I thought I would go mad.  When I unloaded, they both caught my maturing seeds in their mouths.

I was ready for more, but my lovers had it for now.  They placed me in the center, and hunkered up on each side of me.  I could feel both their cocks pushing against my thighs.  We fell asleep that way.  I woke up before dawn to find myself holding Grandpa’s cock and my dad was holding mine.

-5-

The two men were still sleeping, when I heard a light tapping at the front door.  I jumped out of bed, and went to answer it in my birthday suit.  I knew it was Daniel, come to join us on a “fishing trip.”  He took one look at me, pushed me gently inside, fell to his knees and gobbled up my cock, but I stopped him.

“Dad and Grandpa are still asleep,” I told him.  “Let’s not wake them up.  Come with me into the living room, and we can continue this on the sofa.  I’d like that, if you would.”

“Like it?  I’d love it?” he answered me.

We had a major height difference, but I solved the problem.  I got down on my knees, and that put his cock at face level to me.  I put his cock in my mouth with his help, and went to work.  In less time than I would have liked I could feel his rod getting stiffer, and his ball sacs shrinking.  He pulled out.

“What’s wrong?” I asked in alarm.

“Nothing’s wrong, but at my age I have to ration it.  I haven’ been with your father in two months of Sundays.  I’d like to save it for him, if you don’t mind.”  I didn’t.

“In that case, let’s you and I go into the kitchen and set up the toast and coffee,” I suggested, “so it will be ready when the two sleeping beauties wake up.”

Then Daniel did something totally unexpected.  Even though I was almost six feet at fifteen, Daniel lifted me up like I weighed nothing, put me on his shoulder and carried me into the kitchen.  I have no idea what he was thinking when he did that, but to me it was a sign of love.  By now you know how sentimental I am.  When I realized how much these three men loved me, I started to cry again.  I figured that at this moment in time, I was the happiest kid on the planet, if not the universe.

Eventually, Dad and Grandpa woke up.  I heard them peeing, and then they joined us, similarly without a stitch of clothing.  When Daniel and my father saw each other, they ran into each other’s arms.  They kissed long and hard.

“It’s been too long,” Daniel said.

“I agree., and I promise; I’ll try to come out here more often in the future.”

“And bring me with you, I piped in.”  Everybody laughed and the mood in the tiny kitchen was lightened. 

Dad and Daniel expressed a desire to be alone, and Grandpa and I did indeed give them their privacy.  After all, Daniel. Grandpa, and I, had the rest of the summer to make love, and after I left, Grandpa and Daniel had each other.  We could afford to be generous.

Dad and Daniel did not come out of the bedroom until Daniel had to dress and go home.  Before he left, he embraced all of us, but he gave Grandpa a great big bear hug.  Grandpa was huge and he could take it.  The average man would have had his ribs broken.

“I wish I didn’t have to leave you like this all the time, Dave,” he sobbed.  I love you so much, and leaving you every time is getting to be more than I can bear.”

Grandpa rubbed Daniel’s back with his oversized hand, and Daniel ran out quickly, sobbing all the way to his truck.

The summer went by too fast.  Working the fields with Grandpa made the days fly.  Every night, Grandpa and I made love, so the nights went just as fast.  Whenever he could, Daniel came over, but when he had to leave, he cried.  I felt really sorry for him and Grandpa.

Before I knew it, Dad came to pick me up.  He stayed overnight, and we had one more love making session with Grandpa.  Our goodbye was very tearful.  It would have been harder to say goodbye, if I didn’t have my father’s love to look forward to.

Shortly after we got home, Dad told my mother that he was going to take me to his office every Saturday, and start teaching me the business.  My mom was thrilled about that.  She planned on going to our country club on Saturdays, where she could get into a weekly bridge game, have lunch with her friends, and have a stress free afternoon.  I didn’t know what stresses my mother had, but I loved her attitude.  Sure Dad was going to teach me the business, but it was an opportunity to make love at least once a week.

In his office, Dad had a private Email address, and a different service provider than he had at home.  Sometimes we watched male porn together, just so we wouldn’t have to go home too early.

One day, Dad got an Email from Grandpa, which he printed out.  I was in school, and he never said anything to me about it, but when we got to the office on Saturday, he showed it to me.  I read it, and I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.  In either case, I would be crying and laughing in joy.  The letter read:

Dear son and Grandson. 

I have some wonderful news.  Daniel shared with me the fact that he and his wife had not been intimate in years.  She just isn’t interested in sex at all any more.  He finally got up the courage to tell her he wants a divorce.  She actually thought it was a good idea, because she couldn’t wait to move back to New Orleans, and away from this prison he had taken her to. (her words, not mine) Less than 48 hours later, she was gone, lock, stock and barrel.  She told Daniel to get a divorce lawyer because she certainly intended to.  He’s not worried.  As a nurse, she made more money than the farm ever yielded for him.

Daniel has moved in with me.  Life would be paradise except for parting every morning, when he goes to work his fields, and I go to work mine.  Parting is such sweet sorrow, they say.  You can leave out the sweet part.

We have both been told that we could sell our land for thousands more than we ever dreamed of.  It seems developers have been feeling us out, and all our neighbors as well.

We have been thinking of selling, and moving to Ft Myers, FL.  Between his sale and mine, we could retire comfortably.  We would be a little further apart, but not that much.  You both could come visit for holiday weekends, but I’d have to retire Davie from the farming business.

What do you think?

Love you both so much. Dad and Grandpa.

We didn’t bother to answer by Email.  Dad grabbed a phone and called.  Imagine our happy surprise when Daniel answered the phone.  When he realized it was us, he started to cry.  “Isn’t it wonderful?” he cried.

“Yes it is, and you guys have our blessing.  Is my dad around?”

“Yeah, hold on.”

Grandpa got on the phone, and my dad yelled at him before he could say anything.  “Davie and I are so happy for you, and if you guys decide to retire, we’ll visit whenever we can.  After all, you two make better love to me, than anyone I know.”

“Hey,” I said, “what about me?”

“You don’t count,” he answered.  “You don’t have the experience they have.”

“I heard that,” Grandpa said.  “About selling, we’ve decided to wait a while.  Land about three miles up the road is being developed, and houses are going up.  We hear that they are selling very well, so we decided to wait a while.  If these developments are successful, we are sure the ante will go up on our lands.”

“Gee, Pop, I didn’t know you were such a shrewd business man.”

“I must have inherited that from you,” he said facetiously.

When we hung up, Dad and I said simultaneously, “I’m so happy.”  We laughed, and then said simultaneously, again, “Bread and butter.”

It was early in the day, and I said to Dad, “No lessons today.  Make love to me, please, so I can love you back.

Dad made sure the door to his private office was locked, just in case one of his staff might wander by on a Saturday.  Dad thought of everything.  He had changed the carpeting in his office to the plushest weave money could buy.  We made love on the floor, but it was as soft as a feather bed.

We played sixty-nine for a while, but stopped before cumming.  Then I fucked Dad, and he fucked me.  When we were finished we cuddled contentedly on the plush flooring.  Suddenly I had a terrible thought.  I whispered in Dad’s ear, “What do you think Mom would do, if she found out about us?”

“We must be cautious, and not let her find out.”

“Okay, theoretically then, if she did find out, what do you think she would do?”

“I don’t know, Son.  Let’s not worry about that until it happens; if it happens.”

Somehow I fell asleep in my father’s arms.  He didn’t wake me until it was time to go home.