Grandpas Boy on HotGuySecret
The scorching heat came down in waves. I wasn’t used to it, and I didn’t particularly like it, either. As a modest teen, the idea of peeling my t-shirt off was almost nauseating, but I was beginning to feel light headed.
“Jake” my grandpa called, and I slogged over to him, drained and on the verge of death. “No wonder you’re sweating like a lesbian in a fish market, strip out of that shirt before you get heat stroke!”.
I felt my dad’s hands around my waist, and a moment later, he pulled my t-shirt over my head and squeezed my shoulders.
“He’s shy” he told my grandpa who waved his hand.
“Shy my ass” he mumbled, “ain’t no room for being shy on a farm, now catch that damn horse!”
I whined as I took the lasso and failed for the millionth time. I wasn’t a cowboy, I wasn’t a horse whisperer and I sure as hell wasn’t enjoying this gruelling week of helping my grandpa on his farm.
I wanted to be back home in the city with my friends and with air conditioning that worked, in a house that didn’t smell like horse shit and pipe tobacco. My entire body hadn’t stopped hurting since we arrived, yet dad continued to insist that we help.
“He’s getting old” he had told me, and I’d never heard such nonsense in my life.
My grandpa was sixty-two and looked better than most of the twenty year olds that I knew back home. Hell, he was even fitter than my dad who was forty! And he was certainly fitter than me, at eighteen. There was only one person on this damn farm that needed help, and that was me.
By the time the work had been done, the sun had moved across the clear blue sky and was finally disappearing. My skin had turned golden, but I was still nowhere near as tanned as either my grandpa or my dad.
With my wet t-shirt draped across my naked shoulders, the three of us returned to the house where they began drinking whiskey in the kitchen. I left for a shower and spent the following hours laying on the bed in my dad’s old bedroom that I’d been given.
“One more week” I told myself as I stared up at the rafters in the roof.
Nothing existed out here. The only way to contact civilisation was a truck ride into town which was twenty miles away, and even then, it required the use of an ancient payphone which I had no idea how to work. How my grandpa had survived out here for sixty two years was beyond me.
With nothing else to do, I eventually slipped off into a warm, sweaty sleep and woke a few hours later. I was groggy and grumpy. I hated sleeping during the day, and I hated it even more when it was five thousand degrees.
I got up and returned down stairs. I expected either my grandpa or my dad to be cooking dinner, but that wasn’t the sight that hit me when I stood at the door to the living room.
Grandpa sat in his old leather armchair. That in itself wasn’t surprising. He had a glass of whiskey in one hand and his pipe smouldered in his mouth. What was surprising, was the fact that he was naked. What was even more surprising, was that between his legs, my dad was also naked and sucking his father’s cock.
I stumbled backwards, hitting an old ornamental vase that fell to the floor and shattered. Grandpa dropped his whiskey, dad jumped to his feet, and both of them stared at me in shock.
“Jake” dad said, his eyes wide.
I turned on my heel and ran. I wasn’t sure where I was running to, but I needed to get out of there. I yanked open the front door and heard my grandpa shout for my dad to get me. His bare feet pattered across the wooden floor after me, but I was fast.
I ran into the warm, balmy night. I ran across the field where the horses watched, and further again until I felt a rope whip around my naked torso and squeeze shut. He’d fucking lassoed me!
“Let me go!” I growled, as my dad pulled me backwards and into his arms. “Let. Me. Go!”
“Listen to me, Jake!” He barked, and I felt like crying as he held me.
“I want to go home!” I sobbed, my mind exploding at what I’d just witnessed.
“I’ll take you home tomorrow” he whispered, “just listen to me first, okay?”
My dad loosened the rope around my arms and pulled it over my head. He turned me back to him and I grimaced when I realised he was still naked.
“I know that might have looked a bit weird” he said.
“A bit?!” I snapped, “you were… You were doing that to grandpa!”
“I know” he replied calmly, “I know, but you have to understand something, Jake. Your grandpa and I… We have a… A different sort of relationship than the one you and I have”.
“Oh balderdash!” Grandpa’s breathless voice barked as he shuffled his way toward us, “quit crying you little wuss, it’s a damn blowjob”.
I gawped at him. I’d never even heard him use those words before.
“Dad” my dad said, but his father cut him off.
“Listen, kid” he continued, reaching me in only his underwear, “if you can’t get a blowjob off your own son every now and then, then there’s something wrong”.
Dad closed his eyes but kept his hands on my shoulders.
“What your grandpa is trying to say is–”
“What I’m trying to say is quit babbling and give your dad what you owe him”.
“Dad!” My dad snapped, and grandpa shrugged.
“What?” He scoffed, “you said you wanted it”.
My mouth fell open and dad clenched his jaw and stood up.
“Can you shut up for a minute?” He hissed, “I’m talking to my son“.
“And I’m talking to mine” the man growled, and I’d never seen my own dad being scolded before.
“Now, maybe in the city it’s all proper and right” the man continued, “but out here, you take what you can get, when you can get it, and there ain’t nothing weird about it, you got that, kid?”
I didn’t, but I was too confused to argue with him, so I nodded.
“Now if you don’t wanna suck dick, that’s your choice, but don’t you sit there snotting and snivelling because your old man’s doing it, do I make myself clear?”
I looked to my dad, still half shocked and half disgusted that he’d had a conversation about me with my grandpa.
“Did I stutter?” Grandpa barked.
“I understand” I mumbled, my cheeks burning with a mixture of humiliation and discomfort.
“Good, now I don’t know about you two pussies, but I’m starving”.
Grandpa turned on his heel and walked back toward the house leaving dad and I alone.
“I can explain, Jake” he groaned, but I shook my head.
“Forget about it” I told him, unable to look at his naked body as we followed grandpa.
Back in the house, dad pulled on his underwear and I sat awkwardly at the end of the sofa. Grandpa returned a while later and sat back in his armchair.
“So are you… Are you gay?” I asked my dad, unsure if I wanted to know the answer.
Grandpa cackled with laughter, but dad placed his hand over mine and smiled.
“No, son” he said, “your mother and I love each other very much, but sometimes I come out here to let off some steam. You’re at an age now where you can do the same if you want to, but only if you want to”.
“My old man didn’t give me no mushy talk” grandpa scoffed, “pants down and sit on this dick is what he said, and I had enough respect to do it without yelpin’ about it!”
Dad rolled his eyes again and looked back at me.
“There’s no pressure here, Jake” he said softly, “this can all be forgotten about if that’s what you would prefer”.
I was too confused to even consider my options. I’d never in my life thought about anything like this before. Sucking a dick was one thing, sucking my dad’s dick was another thing entirely. I wasn’t sure whether to be disgusted or intrigued.
“We ain’t got all night, boy” grandpa growled.
He’d always been a hard ass, so it wasn’t his tone that was shocking me.
“As I said, Jake” dad continued, throwing his father a stern look, “there’s no pressure”.
I sat there for a moment, staring at the floor and wondering what the fuck I was getting myself into, and then a feeling came over me that I’d never experienced before. I looked from dad to grandpa, both of them watched me intently, and finally I nodded my head.
“That’a boy!” Grandpa grinned, and slipped out of his briefs almost immediately.
“Christ, dad” my dad sighed, “give him a minute”.
“Nonsense” the older man scoffed, “come on, boy, time to get that cherry popped”.
A rush of nervousness washed over me and I turned to my dad for comfort.
“Relax, Jake” he whispered, and slid closer to me, pulling me against his warm, hairy body.
Both men were well built. Dad worked hard and worked out even harder. Grandpa hadn’t missed a day on the farm since he was ten years old, so I was a skinny little twig compared to both of them.
“Have you ever done anything with anybody before?” He asked me gently, his calloused hand rubbing my smooth arm softly. I shook my head.
“We’ll show you how” he whispered, and I felt him take my wrist and move my hand to his groin. “Nice and easy” he continued, rubbing himself with my hand.
I felt his bulge stiffen beneath his underwear, and watched as grandpa began to jerk his cock in the chair opposite. I still couldn’t make sense of anything, but the sight was certainly interesting.
Grandpa’s cock was larger than mine. It was fat and long, and his pubic hair was almost completely grey like the hair on his head. As I watched him, dad lowered his own underwear, and I cocked a brow at the similarities between all of our dicks.
The only difference between dad’s and grandpa’s was that dad’s hair was black, and the only difference between mine and dad’s was that I kept my pubes shaved, and my dick was a bit shorter.
“You take over, son” he breathed, and closed my hand around his cock.
It was hard and soft at the same time. I was mesmerised by it, and all I could do was watch as my hand slowly pulled back his foreskin to reveal a shiny, wet helmet. He continued to stroke my arm as I jerked him off, and after a few minutes, grandpa cleared his throat.
“I ain’t got long left in this world, boy” he said, “and I ain’t spendin’ it waiting on you, now hurry up”.
Dad rubbed the back of my head and nodded at me. I got to my feet, my entire body trembling with nervous excitement, but before I walked toward my grandpa, I felt dad’s hands around my waist again. This time, however, he wasn’t pulling off my shirt, he was pulling down my pants.
Grandpa sat forward in his chair. As my underwear was exposed, he reached out and pulled the front of them down to reveal my semi-erect member. I cringed with embarrassment, but stood there as the two men undressed me.
“Come on” he said, when I was fully naked, “sit down”.
I sat on the man’s knee. I hadn’t done so in a long time, but it felt much nicer now. His rough hands began to explore my body as dad joined us and got back to his knees between grandpa’s legs, and mine.
I moaned gently as grandpa plucked my boner into his hand and squeezed it. Dad had already returned to sucking the man off, and I remained blissfully confused about the entire thing.
I felt his stubbled face against my neck. He wasn’t kissing me, but his tongue ran down my collar bone as his hand continued to pleasure me. I’d be lying if I said that it wasn’t the most amazing feeling I had ever felt.
“Watch your dad” he whispered, and I opened my eyes as dad took grandpa’s cock from his mouth and ran his tongue up my balls.
“Ohhh” I whimpered, feeling so painfully wrong for allowing this to happen.
“Shh, son” grandpa said, sliding his hand underneath me and feeling for my most private area.
Dad stared into my soul as he took my pin hard cock into his mouth. I whimpered again. This shouldn’t have been happening. It couldn’t have been happening! Surely I was dreaming.
Grandpa’s finger found its destination and he entered me with surprising ease.
“Yeah” he mumbled, his tongue sliding down my ear, “you’re a virgin alright”.
I was breathless. Dad’s tongue and mouth felt so good that I was sure I’d died and gone to heaven. My entire body was stiff and sweating, but as grandpa unlocked my hole with his thick finger, I seemed to fall limp.
“That’a boy” he grinned, turning my face with his free hand and sliding his tongue into my mouth. “Let grandpa and dad take care of you”.
The two men touched me everywhere. Hands roamed across areas of my body that had never been touched before. Grandpa pumped his fingers into me, feeding more and more inside until I gasped and moaned. Dad sucked my cock to the base, using his tongue to tease my eager balls. I felt like I was going to explode, until grandpa moved me.
“I’m going in” he said, as he and dad spread my legs apart.
“W… What?” I asked, nervously, but dad looked up at me with pre-cum glistening on his lips and smiled.
“Don’t worry, son” he told me as he fondled my cock, “we’ll go easy on you”.
I gulped as dad took grandpa’s hard cock and positioned it against my opening. Even if I had wanted to close my legs, grandpa’s hands held them apart by my knees, exposing me to whatever they wanted to do.
Dad used the man’s cock to lube up my hole with pre-cum. I felt it spread across my sensitive opening, until finally he began to feed it into me.
“Owww” I moaned, “it hurts”.
“It will” grandpa told me, sucking my earlobe, “until it doesn’t”.
Dad fucked me with grandpa’s cock whilst squeezing and pulling on my own one. Maybe it shouldn’t have felt as good as it did, but I was beyond caring at that point. My cock was leaking copious amounts of clear fluid, and when my grandpa was fully inside me, every clench made me moan with pleasured gasps.
Dad returned his hand to his own pole as he began sucking mine again. I never in my life expected to see anything so bizarre, yet it was turning me on more than anything ever had before.
“Jam your one into him too, son” grandpa grunted as he slid out and pushed back in.
Dad shook his head. “He’s not ready” he said, licking up the underside of my shaft and making me purr like a kitten.
“Next time then” the man said, thrusting faster into me.
The friction against my prostate and my dad’s expert tongue was driving me insane. Noises were escaping from me that I’d never heard before, and all I had to do was lay there and bask in the ungodly pleasure that these two men were giving me.
Grandpa wrapped his arms around my body, keeping me firmly in place as dad gasped and stood up.
“Bring him closer” he groaned, and grandpa, with his cock still buried deep in my hole, sat me forward until I was inches from dad’s large erection.
“Open!” He almost demanded, and without a second thought, I opened my mouth and took my father’s cock across my tongue for the first time in my life.
“Oh god!” The man cried out, and suddenly he was cumming, and I was swallowing, and grandpa was cumming, and I was cumming.
It happened in a tornado of sexual pleasure. Everything that followed was an unbelievable cocktail of magic. I gulped down dad’s salty sperm, feeling it gush from him and pour down my chin. I took grandpa’s load deep in my bowels and moaned as I felt them inflate with sperm. My own cock shot ribbons of cum across my tired, sweaty body without a single touch, and just like that, it was over.
“Damn!” Grandpa barked, pulling his soft, wet cock from my open hole, “my steak will be fucked!”
I watched in awe as the orgasm continued pumping through my exhausted body. Grandpa walked naked from the room, and dad sat back on the sofa, looking as drained as I did.
“Jake” he whispered breathlessly, “I’m so sorry”.
It took me a moment to catch my breath, but when I did, I got to my feet and felt the cum all over me. He watched me nervously. I guess he expected me to run off and pack my bags, but instead, I walked toward him and got to my knees.
“Don’t be” I smiled, and cleaned off his mess with my eager tongue.