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Subject: Summer with Gramps, Part 2 (gay/incest) This is adult FICTION. It is not intended to encourage or condone any similar activities in the real world. It is merely ENTERTAINMENT, for which Nifty could use your donations! http://donate./donate.html Don’t read this story if you’re not old enough for this stuff, if m/m stories offend you, or if “family fun” isn’t your kind of fantasy. On the other hand, if that’s what you’re looking for, then unzip and get busy! SUMMER WITH GRAMPS PART 2 “Get up, lazy bones,” Gramps crowed as he slapped my ass, which was still buried under the blankets with the rest of me. “What time is it?” I grumbled, running my tongue around my stale-cum-tasting mouth. “Time for morning chores. Let’s get going.” “Okay, I’ll shower and be ready–” “No time for showering,” he laughed. “You can do that after you’ve worked up a good sweat doing your chores.” “Okay,” I muttered, sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. “Yesterday’s clothes will do, too,” Gramps said, picking my clothes up from the floor and tossing them to me. I caught them and stood up to get dressed. “Oh, now I see why you wanted to spend time in the shower,” Gramps laughed. I looked down and saw my boxer-briefs tented with full morning wood. “Has a mind of its own,” I grumbled as I pulled on my jeans and then my T-shirt. I sat back down on the edge of the bed to pull on my socks. When I reached for my shoes, Gramps tossed me a pair of boots instead. “These should fit you. They’re an old pair of your dad’s. Might be a little stiff, but I guess you’re used to stiff things,” he added with another laugh. “Har, de, har, har,” I replied, pulling on the boots. “At least I can still get hard, old man,” I added. “Makes two of us, young man,” he replied. “Now, let’s get going.” And he was gone. I glanced at the alarm clock and was shocked to see how early it was. I couldn’t help wondering if I could get a nap in the afternoon to make up for it. ***** It was hardly light out and I was still half asleep, but Gramps soon had me in the barn, sitting on a stool, and trying to milk the cow. She didn’t seem to appreciate a stranger handling her teats, but she also didn’t seem too agitated, other than occasionally swatting her tail at me. Gramps stood watching me squirt the milk into the bucket. “Not bad,” he finally said, “but we’ll be here all day at that rate.” “I’m out of practice,” I yawned. “Bullshit, I know for a fact you’re a pretty damn good milker.” I don’t know what shocked me more…the cussing or the possible innuendo. I decided to bluff it out. “A guy can get out of practice in a year,” I said. “A year, maybe. But not in a few hours,” he chuckled. “What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, trying to concentrate on the milking at hand, so to speak. “Just that I haven’t been milked that good in quite a while,” he replied casually. “What?!” I said, looking up and accidentally squirting milk past the bucket and onto the ground. “Watch what you’re doing,” Gramps ordered. “Sorry,” I replied, fixing my aim and concentrating on getting the next few squirts of milk in the bucket. “You were much more careful last night,” he chuckled again. “Didn’t spill a drop that I could find.” “I don’t know what came over me,” I confessed, stopping the milking but not looking up. “I don’t know what came over you, either,” he replied, “but I certainly know who came in you.” “Gramps,” I objected uncomfortable. “I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t–” “Do you hear me complaining, Charlie?” he asked casually. “I…” I finally risked looking up at Gramps and discovered he was grinning from ear to ear. “Best handjob I’ve had in quite a while. Although, I usually like a little more mouth action along with the hand work,” he informed me. “But you obviously knew how to use your mouth when it counted,” he chuckled. “You’re not…? Um…shocked?” “Well, I admit that waking up to find you grandson playing with your cock is a bit of a shock. But when he obviously knows what he’s doing, who am I to complain?” “I don’t… I never…” I tried to object. “Never?” I’d obviously surprised him. “You’re telling me last night…” “It was the first time I’ve ever done anything like that. It’s just that a guy gave me a blowjob at the rest area on the way here, and it got me so horny. More horny than usual,” I added with a nervous laugh. “But I promise it won’t ever happen again.” “Are you sure about that?” “Never,” I assured him. “Not even if I ask politely?” he smiled. I just stared at him for a while. “You’re not… You didn’t mind?” “What man ever minded getting his rocks off?” Gramps laughed. “But you’re my… I’m your…” “The best grandson I could ever ask for,” he finished. “I’m glad you think enough of this old man to want to make him happy the way you did last night.” I broke into a big grin and said, “It was my pleasure.” “Not entirely,” he chuckled. I milked the cow in silence for a short while, then I finally worked up the nerve to ask, “Can I do it again sometime?” I didn’t look up. Gramps let you a huge belly laugh. “Damn, son, I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.” I looked up and grinned at him. “Good to know.” “Come up to the loft when you finish filling that bucket. I’ve got a few things to show you.” “Yes, sir,” I said eagerly. The cow mooed her objection when I started squeezing more firmly on her teats to speed up the process. “Don’t manhandle the livestock,” Gramps ordered. “Sorry,” I replied. “What I’ve got to show you isn’t going anywhere.” ***** I filled the bucket with milk as quickly as I could and then I scooted up the ladder to the hay loft. I froze with only my head and shoulders above the opening in the loft floor. There before my eyes was Gramps, sitting on a bale of hay with a blanket between his ass and the hay. His jeans were down around his ankles. His shirt was pulled up to expose his hairy belly and chest. He had a magazine in one hand and his hard uncut cock in the other. He was stroking slowly as he read. I paused and just enjoyed the view for a while…as my own cock grew stiff in my jeans. “Are you just gonna watch, or are you gonna come on up?” Gramps asked without putting down the magazine or releasing his dick. I finished climbing into the loft and approached him. “Handjobs. Daddy Boy Stories,” I read as I got close enough to see the magazine’s title. “Some pretty hot stories,” Gramps confirmed. “Looks like it,” I chuckled. The cover illustration was of a smooth guy my age and a hairy guy Gramps’ age. Both were naked and sporting hardons. The boy was asking, “Grandpa, is your thing going to fit?” The older man was replying, “There’s one way to find out.” I was surprised. “Are there really stories about grandpas and their grandsons in there?” I asked. “Among other things,” he confirmed. “Can I read them sometime?” “When your chores are all done,” he replied. “I’m finished milking.” “Not this,” he replied, finally looking up from the magazine and waving his cock at me. “Now?” I asked eagerly. “Can you think of a better time?” he grinned. “No,” I agreed and quickly sank to my knees between his legs. He released his cock and let it wave in the air. “It’s all yours.” I placed my hands on his thighs and slowly slid them back and forth until I finally pushed far enough forward that my thumbs were buried in his coarse pubes. I gently ran my thumbs back and forth on the underside of his ball sack. “That feels nice,” he said, “but we haven’t got all morning. Your grandma will be wondering where the milk is.” “Then I’d better get back to milking,” I smiled, lifting one hand and gripping his thick shaft as firmly as I could. “It feels so soft and so hard at darıca escort the same time,” I observed. “Mmmmm, either way, it feels good to me,” Gramps sighed. I slowly stroked his shaft, watching the foreskin shift back and forth as it had the night before. “I’ve never seen a real foreskin before,” I admitted. “Play with it all you want,” Gramps chuckled before returning to his magazine. I pulled the skin down as far as it would go. I pushed the skin up to see how far it could extend beyond the head. I held the tip with one hand as I continued stroking the tight skin with the other. “Play with my balls too,” Gramps grumbled casually. And then he started reading the story to me, right where the kid starts sucking on his grandpa’s balls while jacking him off. I followed the “instructions.” Sucking eagerly on one ball and then the other. Swirling my tongue all over the hairy ball sack. Just like the kid in the story. “You’re a quick learner,” Gramps observed. “I try,” I replied. “Then try this,” he ordered as he continued reading and the grandson licked up the man’s shaft and engulfed the head of the cock with his lips. I pulled the foreskin back and then, following the story, quickly had my lips wrapped around Gramps’ shaft with his cock head inside my mouth. I could hear Gramps’s voice tremble as he continued to read and I continued to imitate everything that was happening in the story. I worked my tongue into the piss slit for early signs of the sweet precum that I remembered from last night. I sucked firmly on the head of his dick and ran my tongue all around it. Then I gripped the base of the shaft and slowly tried to lower my mouth as far down the cock as I could. I gagged a couple times, but I didn’t give up, and neither did the boy in the story. “You’re a natural,” Gramps praised me when I managed to swallow his whole cock, although the thickness was definitely stretching my lips. He went back to reading the story to me, and I followed the boy’s example by deepthroating my own grandpa. Once, when I had him completely swallowed, I worked my throat muscles as if I was actually swallowing him. “Damn, that’s not in the story,” Gramps groaned. “You really are a natural.” His praise spurred me on and I continued to worship his cock. I wanted it so bad. I wanted another load from his balls. I wanted to be filled with his cum. And then the boy in the story climbed in his grandpa’s lap and started lowering himself onto the old man’s cock. I stopped moving and looked up at Gramps with just the tip of his cock in my mouth. He grinned down at me and said, “I think we can work up to that. Just keep doing what you’re doing.” I eagerly resumed worshipping the cock that had made my dad. I appreciated every scent and flavor of it. I felt the hefty balls full of cum. The thick, veined shaft full of pulsing blood. Gramps continued reading about the grandfather fucking his grandson and it was obviously turning him on. Soon, he had his free hand gripping my hair as he thrust his cock up into my mouth. His reading became more breathy and more urgent. I could feel his grip tightening in my hair. I thought I could feel his cock growing even thicker. I knew I could feel his balls tightening up. And I knew he was getting ready to blow. I sucked and pumped more frantically. I pulled back until only the head was in my mouth and let my hand fly rapidly up and down the shaft. Gramps’ reading was becoming broking with grunts and groans and short breaths as the man in the story got closer and closer to filling his grandson’s ass with cum. “I need your cum, Grandpa,” the boy declared. “Do you need my cum, Charlie?” Gramps asked. “Mmmmmppphhhh!” I confirmed, bobbing my head quickly. Pumping his cock rapidly. Faster and faster. Tighter and tighter. “I’m gonna fill you with cum!” Gramps said, and I didn’t know if he was still reading or not. I didn’t care. “Gonna breed you, boy,” he moaned. “Mmmmmppphhhh!” I begged. I wanted it so bad. Gramps tightened his grip on my hair, let the magazine drop to the floor, let out a bellow, and started filling my mouth with cum. I gulped as quickly as I could. Gramps shoved my head down and his cock up. I gagged and swallowed and coughed and swallowed. I even felt some cum erupt from my nose, like happened once when I laughed with a mouthful of milk. A different kind of milk. This kind was so much better. I frantically undid my jeans with my free hand as Gramps continued pumping cum into my mouth. I pulled out my cock quickly. “Mmmmmmmppphhhh!” I bellowed with my mouth full of cock and cum as my own dick exploded and sent streaks of cum onto Gramps’ jeans and the hay-covered floor. Both of our bodies were trembling with unleashed orgasms. Pumping out cum. Every nerve firing. Muscles trembling and convulsing. I continued sucking and swallowing as the load declined to a tangy ooze of cum. “Mmmmm,” I sighed as I finally let the spent cock slip from between my lips and savored the tart taste of Gramps’ seed, swishing the remaining cum around in my mouth before swallowing. “Even better than last night.” “Ain’t that the truth,” Gramps chuckled, then he let out a long, slow exhale. “I never thought anything like this would happen when we agreed to look after you for the summer, but I’m sure enjoying how it’s starting out.” “So am I,” I agreed. “And I can’t wait to find out if this thing of yours will fit in me,” I said, referring back to the magazine cover. “There’s one way to find out,” he replied with a chuckle. He reached down behind the bale and came up with what turned out to be a tube of lube. “And this will help. Put it in your pocket and be sure that hole of yours is all lubed up when you go to be tonight. You understand?” “Oh yeah,” I confirmed, taking the lube from him. “And more is probably better for your first time,” he suggested. “Okay.” “I want it to feel good for you so you want to do it again and again and again.” “I don’t think you have to worry about that,” I laughed as I struggled to my feet and tried to make myself presentable. “Damn, boy, you don’t make half a mess.” I looked up and saw that a lot of my cum had shot into Gramps’ jeans between his ankles. “Sorry,” I replied. And before he could say another word, I was back on my knees between his legs and sucking my cum out of his jeans. “How’s that?” I asked with a grin when I was finished. “Much better,” he laughed as he stood up and pulled up his jeans. “A little wet still, but not too bad.” “I think we both need a post-chores shower.” “Who said we’re done with chores?” Gramps asked. “You’re just getting started.” ***** By the time we were all finished with the morning chores, I was so stinking with sweat and other farmyard smells that any lingering scent of sex was long gone. On the positive side, the salty taste of cum stayed in my mouth for the entire time. After we cleaned up, we had a good lunch to put back on all the calories we’d burned off in the morning. Then Dad and Gramps informed everyone that they were running into town for some supplies. I asked to go along, but Dad said he could handle it since I’d worked so hard already. “Don’t want Dad wearing you out all in one day,” my dad finished. “I don’t think that’s possible,” Gramps replied, giving me a sly wink. Anyway, that settled that. They headed into town, Mom and Gran decided to do some baking, and I settled down to relax and watch a movie. I got bored with that quick enough and went to the bedroom I was sharing with Gramps. I closed the door and locked it. Then I stripped off and climbed in the bed with the tube of lube. I laid back, squirted some lube on the middle finger of my right hand and then kocaeli eve gelen escort reached between my legs. I sighed as the lubed finger circled around my pucker. When the surface was good and slick, I slowly began working the tip of my finger into the tight hole. I took a deep breath and relaxed. My finger suddenly sank to the knuckle before my hole clamped down on it. I moaned and gently slid my finger in and out a few times. Only a fraction of an inch. Just to feel the movement. I arched my back and drove my finger deeper, until it was entirely inside me. “Oh yeah,” I sighed as I massaged my insides and my cock stiffened under my arm, which was pressed down on it. I took my cock in my other hand and began slowly stroking it in time with the fingerfucking motion in my hole. Thrusting my cock through my fist. Pushing my ass onto my finger. At one point, I pulled my finger out enough to add a second finger and work them both into my hole. Opening it up. Spreading it. Getting it ready for Gramps’ thing. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and the knob jiggled. “Are you awake, Charlie?” My mom called. “Yeah,” I moaned. “Your Gran needs some more eggs. Can you go get some from the chicken coop?” “Later,” I called back. “She needs them now,” my mother insisted. “Alright!” I yelled back, pulling my fingers out of my asshole. “I’ll be right down.” “You don’t have to sound so put out about it,” Mom replied as she walked away. I grabbed my old underwear from the floor and wiped my fingers clean. Then I put on my clean underwear, which barely contained my raging hardon, pulled on my T-shirt, slipped on my boots (without bothering to put on socks), unlocked the door, and headed downstairs. ***** Grandma said she only needed four eggs if any more had been laid today. She apologized for not checking before they started baking. I told her it was no problem and headed out to the coop. It didn’t take me long to find four eggs, although the chickens weren’t too happy about being disturbed. In all that time, my hardon stayed at full mast. I was so excited by the idea of getting fucked by Gramps that I couldn’t calm down. “Okay, ladies, shut your eyes and go back to sleep,” I said, placing the bowl of eggs on a shelf and undoing my jeans. It didn’t take me long to pump out that load, even without my fingers in my ass. As the cum soaked into the straw on the floor, I made myself presentable again and headed back to the kitchen with the required eggs. ***** While the session in the chicken coop took the edge off, it didn’t wipe out the horniness altogether. When Dad and Gramps finally got back from town, it was almost time for the evening chores. I begged Gramps to climb up in the hay loft again with me, but he wasn’t up for it. “You better save that energy for later,” he replied. “And don’t forget to lube up.” “I was practicing earlier,” I assured him. “I’ll be ready.” “Good to know. Now, let’s get these chores done. I worked up quite an appetite this afternoon. Your dad and I stopped and helped out a neighbor on our way back from town.” “Doing what?” “Just taking care of a few things he needed help with. His name’s Hank. I help him out now and then when he needs it. I’ll take you next time if you want.” The idea of doing more chores for a stranger didn’t really appeal to me, but whatever Gramps wanted was fine with me, as long as he kept giving me what I wanted…what I needed now. ***** I was exhausted again by the time Gramps and I got cleaned up and we all sat down for dinner. Mom chatted on in her usual oblivious manner about nothing in particular. Gran listened politely. Gramps and Dad talked about how things were for Dad at home. Gramps even made a pitch for my parents to move closer. He did that every time we visited. Mom took a long enough pause to inform him that they were perfectly happy where they were but that they would try to visit more often now that I was living here. “Having this one here will have to do,” Gramps said, ruffling my hair. “Thanks a lot,” I said with mock annoyance. I stayed out of the rest of the conversation, but I was sure that I caught Dad giving me an odd look a couple times during the meal. “What?” I finally asked when I definitely caught him looking at me during dessert. “What what?” Dad asked innocently. “You were looking at me,” I insisted. “Do I have something on my face?” “No, I was just thinking you’re already changing. I might hardly recognize you the next time I see you.” “Oh, Dad,” I dismissed him. “He’s a man now,” Gramps assured him. “He’ll always be my little boy,” Mom assured Gramps. I guess she could occasionally listen while she was jabbering. “Well, this little boy is tired, so I think I’ll go to bed,” I said, dropping my napkin on my plate. “So early? Are you okay?” Mom asked. “Are the chores too much for you?” “No, I’ll get used to them,” I replied. “I just need some sleep.” “Don’t spread out all over the bed,” Gramps order. “I don’t want to have to shove you on the floor when I come up.” “Okay,” I replied. “Good night.” ***** When I got to the bedroom, I didn’t waste any time getting undressed. I even tossed the boxer-briefs on top of the pile of clothes on the floor. Then I got in bed, grabbed the lube, and picked up where I’d been interrupted that afternoon. I soon had two lubed fingers inside my ass. Then three. More lube. Opening me up. Stretching me out. Lube, lube, lube. By the time I was finished, I was ready for Gramps to shove a butternut squash up my backside without any problem. Once I was prepped, I just relaxed and waited…and fell asleep. ***** The bed shifted and I woke up. I looked around but couldn’t see anything. Gramps must have closed the curtains. Only a thin shaft of moonlight got through, and it didn’t light up the room enough to see anything. Two strong hands spread my legs apart and gently massaged my ass cheeks. “Mmmmm, that feels good after all those chores,” I sighed. The massage continued and I relaxed again. “I must have fallen asleep. You took your time,” I muttered. “But I’m all ready,” I added as I felt a thumb slide across my lubed pucker. “Oh yeah,” I moaned when that thumb easily pushed inside. “Good enough?” I sighed. “Mmmm,” was the growled response. “I can’t believe I’m finally gonna get a cock up my ass, Gramps,” I said softly, still half asleep. I felt a cock press between my spread butt cheeks as a great weight settled on my back. “You mind if it’s my cock?” Dad whispered in my ear. “Dad?” I nearly screeched from surprise. “Shhhh!!!!!” he growled, clasping a hand over my mouth. I could feel his warm cock between my cheeks and his warm hairy chest pressed against my cool back. “Gramps told me you’ve already eaten two loads of his cum.” “I can explain,” I protested through Dad’s fingers. The shock of finding out that Dad knew what I’d done with Gramps momentarily blocked out the fact that his cock was nestled in my butt! “He also told me you would be lubed up and waiting for him to fuck your virgin ass,” Dad whispered. “Is it really virgin?” “Yes,” I assured him, “but…” I didn’t know what else to say. I was too embarrassed. “But your mouth isn’t?” he growled in my ear. “Only Gramps,” I muttered, waiting for my punishment. “He’s says you’re a natural talent.” “I can explain,” I repeated lamely. “It really got him turned on,” Dad continued, “knowing he was your first.” “I couldn’t help myself,” I tried to explain. “It took a lot of convincing to get him to let me take your ass cherry.” “But, Dad,” I objected. “It’s…” Gradually, the fog started to lift from my brain as my body reminded me of the cock resting in my crack and gebze escort bayan the hairy chest pressed against my back. “You want Gramps to take it?” Dad asked, and I could hear disappointment in his voice. “No,” I replied quickly as my body rapidly changed gears. “If you really want to fuck me, I want it more than anything else.” “Are you sure?” Dad asked. “If you want Gramps, I can go send him in. No problem. Your choice. Entirely your choice.” “Fuck me, Dad,” I whispered, gently lifting my ass to rub his cock. “Oh, Son, I love you so much,” he sighed in my ear before gently kissing the back of my neck again and again. “I love you too, Dad, and I’m ready to take whatever you want to give me. Everything,” I assured him. “I’m all ready, just like Gramps told me to be.” “Feels like you’ve got an oil slick in there,” Dad chuckled. “Gramps is pretty thick,” I replied practically. “Well, I’m not as thick, but I’m longer.” “Oh yeah,” I moaned, humping my ass back into his cock again. “Fuck me, Daddy,” I begged. “Oh god, Son, I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” “Really?” I was honestly surprised. “Gramps insisted I wait until you showed an interest, like I did with him. And I agreed.” “You and Gramps?” “Oh yeah,” Dad moan, humping his cock into my crack, “but I made my interest clear a lot earlier than you did,” he chuckled. “My old man was fucking me all through high school and on up to today?” “The trip for supplies?” I said eagerly, suddenly catching on. “Yeah, and he supplied just want I needed,” he moaned into my ear before licking my neck. “Just like I gave that trucker what he needed yesterday and just like I’m gonna give you now.” “Trucker? At the rest area?” “Oh yeah,” Dad moaned, and I could feel his precum slicking up my crack. “While I was inside the restroom and getting my first gloryhole blowjob,” I chuckled. “This has been a big weekend for you, Son,” Dad. “Now I wish I’d used the gloryhole instead of the trucker. Oh god, I need to do this, Son.” “And I need you to do it, Dad,” I assured him. Dad kissed me between the shoulder blades, and I felt him lift his weight off of me. He slid his hand down between us to guide his cock. I moaned when I felt the tip pressing at my hole. “I don’t want to hurt you. Let me know if it hurts.” “Having your dick inside me could never hurt,” I assured him. “You’re the best son a man could ask for,” Dad said as he gently but forcefully pushed forward. “Oh god,” I groaned into the pillow as Dad’s cock head easily slipped into my over-lubed hole. “Jesus fuck,” he growled. “Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” “You’re the first, Dad. Fuck your boy,” I moan, pushing my ass back and driving his cock deeper into me. “Oh yeah,” we both moaned together as our bodies joined into one. I did feel stretched, but not like I’d worried about with Gramps’ cock. Dad’s was just filling me instead of overfilling me. As he pushed deeper and deeper, I felt happier and happier. A week earlier, I would never have dreamed it was possible. I’d never even thought of it! “Fuck me, Daddy,” I moaned. “Oh, my baby boy,” Dad moaned back as he bottomed out inside of me and pressed his hips against my cheeks. “You make Daddy so happy.” I sighed with pleasure as Dad began a slow, steady fuck. Filling my hole and pulling out, leaving me feeling so empty. I begged him to fill me again. And he did. Again and again and again. “It’s never felt like this before,” he assured me. “I don’t want it to stop,” I moaned. “Fuck me, Dad,” I sighed. “Oh, my baby boy,” he repeated, but with more jagged breathing. The initial disbelief was wearing off, and I knew he was ready for more. “Harder,” I growled, giving him permission. Dad pulled out and then rammed back in with a deep, penetrating thrust. I grunted and then ordered, “Again!” The next thrust was even harder. More animalistic. “Again!” I ordered. “Gonna fuck your ass, Boy,” he growled back. He gripped my shoulders tightly for leverage, thrust deep and hard, then pulled out and thrust in again without any encouragement from me. “You want it hard, I’ll give you hard!” he grunted, pumping into me again and again and again. Harder. Deeper. Faster. “That’s it, Dad. That’s how I want it. How I need it.” I grunted with every thrust. “You like Daddy’s cock pounding your guts?” he growled. “Oh yes, Daddy,” I moaned. “Don’t stop.” “You want Daddy to breed your ass, Boy.” “Yes, please, Daddy,” I moaned again, pushing my ass to meet every driving thrust of his cock. “Breed your baby boy.” “Oh, Charlie!” Dad suddenly panted. “Fill my ass with the cum that made me,” I begged. “I need it.” “Oh, I need it too, Charlie,” Dad panted. “Then do it!” I ordered. “Shoot your load in my tight ass.” “Oh so tight,” Dad grunted, plunging his throbbing cock into me. “You made it. You can use it.” I don’t know where I was coming up with all of this, but it seemed so right. So what he wanted to hear. What he needed to hear. “Oh, Charlie, I’m…” “Do it, Dad, breed my ass!” “Oh fuck,” he groaned. “Jesus H. Christ! I’m gonna cum!” “Oh god, me too,” I growled, suddenly realizing he was about to fuck the cum out of me. “Are you serious?” he panted. “FUCK YEAH!” I growled as my ass clamped down on his pumping cock and my own dick started to unload into the sheets. “FUCK, CHARLIE!” Dad growled back as he thrust deep into my ass and froze. “Oh god, so tight. “I’m gonna… It’s almost…. Cu… Cu… I’m…” As he babbled, I felt his body responding to my own quivering contractions. “OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH,” he finally moaned low and long as his body shook. “OH, DAD,” I moaned, lost between the pleasure of my own orgasming body and the knowledge that I was begin filled with daddy cum for the first time ever. The first guy to shoot his load in my ass. My own Dad! “BREED ME!” I ordered as Dad’s body shook and quivered and I knew he was shooting load after hot load of jizz deep into my ass. “Oh god,” he finally sighed as he loosened the grip he’d had on my shoulders. I guessed I would probably have some interesting bruises in the morning. “Oh, Charlie, you’re such a good boy,” he sighed as he collapsed onto my back. “You’re not such a bad dad yourself, Dad,” I replied. We laid there until our breathing calmed down. I could feel the cum under my belly already turning cold, and I could feel Dad’s dick deflating and slowly withdrawing from my ass. When it finally popped out, we both let out a simultaneous moan of disappointment, which instantly turned to mutual giggles. When we’d finally calmed down and cuddled up together, Dad said softly, “I know I won’t be the last, but I’m glad you let me be the first.” “So am I,” I assured him. “So am I.” I nestled into Dad’s arms and we listened to each other breath softly in the darkness. “By the way,” I finally asked, “where is Gramps?” “Down watching television and waiting for me to come tell him it’s his turn.” “The chores in this house are never ending,” I replied with a mock whine. “You are a good boy,” Dad replied, kissing me on the lips. I was shocked. He’d never kissed me on the lips before. I eagerly embraced him and kissed him back…deeply…passionately. “And you’re the best fucking dad ever,” I said when our lips finally parted. “Literally,” I added with a chuckle. “That’s what I always said about your Gramps,” he replied. “I guess it runs in the family.” “I’m sure glad it does,” I replied before pulling him into another kiss. I moaned at the feeling of his lips on mine. The forcefulness of his tongue as it slid into my mouth. The taste of his saliva. His rough hands caressing my body. I memorized everything about that special moment. That night. The first time I made love with my own dad. ——————- I hope you enjoyed this bit of fun. I always enjoy hearing from satisfied readers: hoo Remember, always play SAFE in the real world. You never know where that thing has been! You can check out my other stories fty//authors.htmlhotfordads

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