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Subject: Uncle Paul and Benny – Part 5 Uncle Paul and Benny � Part 5 Gay, Incest, Father, Son, Grandfather, Grandson If you enjoy reading stories on Nifty, then don’t forget to donate! It’s easy, just follow the link fty/donate.html * * * * Back at Paul’s house… Tom came up to the other end to join Benny who settled into his dad’s loving arms. Benny had some questions that he hoped his dad would answer now that they were both more comfortable with each other. “So why did you and Uncle Paul break up? Was it because you got Mom pregnant?” “How did you know?” “Math, Dad. The numbers never did add up.” “Right. So I was at a party. There was a pretty girl who was flirting with me. I admit I was drunk and wondered what I was missing out on and nine months later you and your brother were born.” “That makes sense. But why leave Mom now… after all these years together? Was it because of Uncle Paul?” “If you’re going to answer all your own questions, what do you need me for?” Tom asked with a mischievous grin. “Sorry, Dad. You answer.” “Well, it was a combination of things really. You boys had moved out. Your uncle was hurt. And I really thought after that visit to the hospital, I might try one last time to get back the only person I’ve ever truly loved.” “And it worked!” “Luckily for me, it did.” “He’s a pretty special guy, Dad, so don’t screw it up again!” Tom laughed and said, “I’ll try not to. Now… I think one of us needs to get fucked. Any preference?” “Would it surprise you to know that I’ve wanted your cock in my ass ever since I saw you standing there in Uncle Paul’s bedroom?” “A little, yeah, but now that we’ve sucked each other’s cocks, I think I could manage to get it up for you.” “Manage?!” Benny asked. Tom laughed and said, “Kidding, son. I’m hard for you now.” Benny looked and his dad was indeed hard, so Benny reached down and gave it a squeeze. “I guess the only question left is how you want it.” “However you want to give it to me, Dad.” “How about on your back so I can see you when you come?” “Perfect.” Then Benny rolled over, reached into his drawer and retrieved a condom and a tube of lube. He handed them to his dad and let him take over. Tom couldn’t believe what he was about to do, but rather than overthinking it, he just placed his son’s ankles on his shoulders, rolled a condom on his hard, cock, then lubed up both his cock and Benny’s hole. He didn’t hesitate when pushing into that tight ass ring and he didn’t stop after he popped inside. He just kept going until he was pubes to balls. “Fuck, Dad. You feel amazing inside me. Now fuck me… please?!” Once again, Tom didn’t hesitate, he pulled out a little then pushed back in. He pulled out more the next time, then plunged in again. “Oh yeah, big Daddy! You’re fucking awesome!” “You… are… too… Ben,” Tom agreed with him as he continued to fuck him. He leaned down and kissed his son on the lips. They stuck their tongues in each other’s mouths, making out as Tom plowed his son’s ass. When they pulled apart, Benny finally took his cock in his hand and started beating off with the rhythm his dad had set. He wanted to hold out longer but being young and in lust with his dad’s new look, he couldn’t. He yelled, “I’m coming!” as he began to shoot his load all over his chest. Tom couldn’t hold out either. He yelled istanbul travesti out, “Me too!” and Tom let loose as well, his own cannon firing inside Benny’s ass. “Fuuccckkkk!” When they had both recovered a little, Tom pulled out and laid down next to his son, pulled the sheet over and wiped the cum off his son’s chest, stomach, face and hand. “That was pretty incredible, Dad.” “I couldn’t agree more, son. * * Meanwhile at Joe’s house… Once Joe had finished cleaning Paul’s ass, he laid down next to him, pulling him close. “Stay for dinner?” “What do you have to eat?” “Nothing actually. I was going to order pizza.” “Sounds good. I’m gonna take a shower.” Joe kissed Paul then they both got up. While Joe went into the kitchen to place the order, Paul went into the bathroom. A half an hour later there was a knock on the door. Joe, dressed in just a pair of running shorts, went to answer it and was surprised to see the owner of the pizzeria standing there. “Hi, Peter. What are you doing delivering pizzas?” “One of the drivers called in sick. I saw your name and address and thought I’d deliver this one myself.” He handed the pizza to Joe in exchange for some money and a generous tip. “Thanks Mr. Garvey. How have you been? You look great by the way.” “Thanks, Peter. I’m good. And you?” “I’m good too. How is Paul doing?” “He’s here actually. Would you like to say `hi’?” Peter’s face lit up but he tried to play it cool as he replied, “Yeah, sure.” Joe called for Paul who came into the foyer wrapped in a towel, hair and chest still dripping. “Paul was helping me earlier. Good to see you, Peter. Take care.” Paul came to the door and said, “Hey, Pete! How are you doing? Delivering pizzas now?” They both knew he and his brother had taken over the restaurant from their father, so it was just a little inside joke. “Just for tonight. How have you been?” “I’m good, Pete.” Then Paul did something he knew was naughty but he was in that kind of mood. He removed the towel from around his waist and started drying his hair. Peter was caught completely off guard and even though he knew he shouldn’t, he couldn’t help but stare at Paul’s impressive member. “Wow, Paul, you look amazing.” “Thanks, Pete. You look good too. Dating anyone?” “Not right now, no. You?” Peter asked hoping Paul would say no also. “Yeah. You remember Tom from school.” “Yeah. But I thought he was married.” “He was. They recently split up. Long story.” Joe thought Paul might need rescuing so he called out from the kitchen that dinner was ready. “Well, I’d better let you go. It was good to see you again, Pete.” Paul stepped forward and gave Peter a big hug. Peter hugged him back, enjoying the warmth of Paul’s skin against his hands. “Yeah, you too, Paul.” Paul could have easily let go right then but first he whispered in Peter’s ear, “I’m sorry our timing was off, Pete. You were great in bed.” Peter pulled back and said, “You were too, Paul. Take care.” “You too, Pete.” Then Paul gave him a kiss on the cheek and let him go. Peter walked toward his car then turned to wave. Paul waved back. After Paul closed the door, he went into the kitchen with the towel draped over his shoulder. “Please tell me you did not just tease that poor boy.” “I prefer to think of it as having given him a gift, Dad.” Joe rolled his eyes kadıköy travesti and replied, “Why did you two break up again?” “You know why.” “I don’t. Wait, tell me it wasn’t the name thing.” Paul wouldn’t look at him. He simply replied, “You know I could never be with a guy named Peter.” Joe went and hugged his son. “Paulie, it’s been decades. You need to let it go, son.” “I can’t, Dad. I miss him every day.” “I know, son, so do I.” * * Meanwhile, back at Paul’s house… Benny and Tom had ordered dinner from the Chinese place in town. Benny went to answer the door in nothing but a pair of running shorts. It was a guy that he shared a couple of classes with. “Hey, Jim! Got a new job?” Benny said when he saw who it was. “Hey, Benny! Yeah, I just started. Here’s your order.” Benny handed him the money he owed plus a generous tip provided by his father. “You look great by the way. Have you been working out?” “As a matter of fact, I have. Thanks for noticing. Hey, if you ever want to work out together, I’d be up for it. I work out at the gym on campus.” Jim’s face lit up as he answered, “Yeah, that would be great! The gym kind of intimidates me. I’d feel better if I had a workout buddy.” “Give me your phone.” Jim handed it over and Benny typed his digits into the contacts. “There. Give me a call and we’ll set up a day and time, okay?” “I will, thanks! See ya in class.” “See ya, Jim.” Benny closed the door and went into the kitchen with the giant bag of food. “So you knew the delivery guy?” “Yeah, we have a couple of classes together. I think I might have a workout buddy now.” “That’s great, son. Good for you. By the way, I got a text from your Uncle Paul. He and Joe are having dinner, then he’ll be home.” “Good,” Benny replied, his mind on what Jim might look like under all those clothes. Tom knew that look, so he simply said, “Let’s eat.” * * The next morning, Paul was getting the coffee ready when Benny came into the kitchen. He walked up to his uncle and hugged him but wouldn’t let him go. Paul knew right away that something was wrong. “Ben, what is it?” He knew that his Uncle Paul was the only one who would understand, so he was glad that it was him that he saw first that morning. “I can’t feel him, Uncle Paul. The connection… it’s gone.” Paul knew what that meant. He had felt the same sense of loss many years ago with his own twin. “Come sit down,” Paul said as he led him to a chair. “You can tell me.” “He’s not there, Unc. He’s gone.” Paul wanted to tell him that he was mistaken, but he knew that if he no longer felt the connection to Jerry, then he was gone.” “Have you told your anyone else yet?” Benny shook his head. “Okay, before we say anything to anyone, let me call Dad and see if he can make some calls. What do you want to do, Ben?” “I want to go back to bed.” “I think that’s a good idea. Just eat something first okay. How about a muffin?” “I’ll try.” Paul got up and got him one, then rubbed his back as he ate it. He drank some water then headed back to his room, but not before hugging his uncle one more time. Paul called Joe and as promised, he made some calls. He still had some contacts high up in the military from his days in the service and after a few hours he had an answer. Their worst fears were confirmed. Jerry had been killed in a firefight bakırköy travesti with the Taliban trying to save some girls from a school that had been targeted. He was the only casualty. Joe headed over to Paul’s house with lunch. He let himself in, just as Paul had instructed him to do. Paul was in the kitchen, trying to put together some ideas for meals for the next few days. He knew Tom and Benny wouldn’t want to eat, but they would have to. Joe walked over to his son and hugged him tightly. Paul didn’t even complain about not being able to breathe, their little inside joke. He just hugged him back as tightly as he could. “How are they?” Joe asked. Paul shook his head and replied, “Not good, Dad. They’re in my bed, asleep. They both cry off and on then fall back to sleep. It’s not good at all. I honestly don’t know what to do.” “I’m sorry you have to go through this, son. I’m sorry we all do. Just an update…” Joe guided Paul to the couch then once they were seated he continued, “Dory is going to continue to stay with Emily and Roger. I don’t want her to make that long drive back up here by herself in her current state. She’s crying and sleeping a lot too. Sally has her brother Steve and his wife staying with her. And I’m here to provide whatever moral support I can to the three of you.” “Thanks, Dad, that means a lot to me… and it will to them too.” They both got up then Paul led his dad down the hall to his bedroom. Paul took off his shorts and got in bed behind Tom. Joe shrugged, got undressed, then got in bed behind Benny. It felt strange until Benny turned over and melted into his body. Joe wrapped his arms around his grandson, enveloping him in a cocoon of love. Paul had done the same with Tom. Father and son stared at each other, both knowing that this was the best they could do for their men during this trying time. Eventually they fell asleep too. When Joe woke up, Benny was gone. Fearful for his mental state, Joe threw on his boxers and went looking for him. He found him in the kitchen eating a sandwich at the island. Joe thought that was a good sign, so he hugged him from behind and asked, “Are you doing okay?” Benny nodded then added, “Yeah. Tired from all the crying but better.” Joe hugged him tighter and said, “Good. Now what can I do for you?” “What did you do for Uncle Paul when his brother, Peter, died?” “I held him until he was all cried out. Is there anything else besides that I can do for you? Anything at all?” “Anything?” “Yes, Benny, anything. I’m here for you.” Benny knew what he needed he just wasn’t sure how to ask for it but he forged ahead anyway. “Since you can’t bring my brother back I need you to help me… feel alive.” “How can I do that?” Joe asked a little bewildered. Benny turned around in his grandfather’s arms then leaned back into him. He took Joe’s hands in his and began to move them over his chest, stopping to let him feel his nipples. Joe started to get hard, but rather than move back he chose to stay and see what Benny needed. He had promised him anything he could do to help after all. Benny moved Joe’s hands further down to his belly rubbing them all over his rock hard abs. Joe was sure Benny could feel his hard cock by now but he stayed put. Then Benny took Joe’s hands further until they reached his own hard cock, straining at the fabric of his boxers. Joe did the only thing he could at that point. He reached in and pulled out Benny’s cut cock. Benny guided his hand to start stroking it. He moaned as Joe’s hand glided over the taut skin and bulbous head. (to be continued in Part 6)

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