=== Friendly warning: This series includes incest ===
The sound of raindrops on the window screen was what woke me up the next morning. I opened my eyes groggily and yawned. The weather outside was urging me to stay in the cozy bed... and so was the warm embrace of the older man behind me.
Based on the movements, I figured grandpa was just waking up too. He shifted and pressed his warm body against me just a little closer. I felt his bulge against my lower back, and that managed to speed the process of waking me up - well, at least in the part of my brain that was always horny.
"Morning," he grunted into my ear, with his muscular, arms pulling me even closer, before sliding down my chest.
"Morning, gramps," I responded, "Feeling like staying in the bed a bit longer today?"
"Ugh... you lazy little runt. It's always about slacking off with you, isn't it?"
"Just because we're in bed doesn't mean we have to slack off," I replied with a cheeky tone. I heard him chuckle and felt his hand sliding even lower... much lower.
"You never get enough, do you, boy?" he asked me, his lips so close to my ear, while his hand stroked my morning wood over the cloth of my underwear. I was breathing hard. It was slowly getting smoking hot under this blanket.
"You surprised me yesterday with how eager you were," he continued, "What do you say we take it to the next level, sport?"
His bulge was now rock hard. I heard him shuffle as he pulled his briefs down to his thighs. His huge slab of meat sprung out and landed on my lower back. It was hot, and a little wet at the tip. I knew what he wanted.
Getting fucked wasn't something I imagined doing before. But then again, having a threesome with two men involving my hunky grandpa wasn't something I thought about either. And this vacation was all about exploration, right? I was a little nervous... But if I was to try this with someone, what man was better than him?
"I... yeah," I nodded. His hand slipped into my boxer briefs, pulling them down along the way.
"You sure?" he asked me, with a cautious tone, "I mean... you've seen it yesterday. It might take you a while to get used to it."
"Have you and dad ever did it?" I blurted out - I don't even know why I just knew that my cock needed to know.
Grandpa was hesitant, and his hand even stopped in his tracks for a second. Then he answered.
"Yeah. Took him a while to get used to it. But after that, he loved it."
"Then let's do it," I sighed, while my cock oozed a big drop of precum. It was official - whatever happened between my dad and my grandpa was turning me on and made this situation even nastier and hotter from my perspective. Grandpa seemed to like my attitude.
"That's my boy," he whispered, while he guided a finger of his down and rested it on my asshole.
It was that exact time where we both heard the distinct sound of a doorbell from downstairs. We froze for a moment before it rang again. Whoever was there was trying to get out of the rain as soon as possible.
"Darn it," grandpa sighed, "Probably the mailman or something. Let me just get this real quick."
I saw him get out of his bed and stretch before he adjusted his now semi-hard cock in his briefs and went downstairs. Curious about the visitor, I managed to calm down my boner and get out of the bed. I put on a t-shirt that was laying on the floor and headed downstairs.
I got down just as grandpa started opening the door. I was very surprised that instead of a mailman - or whoever else - I found my dad there, standing in the doorway!
His clothes were drenched, and he was carrying a duffle bag in his right hand. Despite his wet state, he was wearing a smile on his face.
"Junior!" my grandpa exclaimed, "What a surprise!"
"Heh, it was intended to be," dad chuckled, "You mind getting out of the way, dad? I'd like to stand somewhere dry to continue this conversation."
Dad stepped in and grandpa closed the door behind him. When dad saw me, he nodded and flashed me a smile.
"Hey there, Jeffrey. Is that one of my old t-shirts you're wearing?"
"Yeah," I responded, "I figured you wouldn't mind. And also... I wasn't expecting you to visit. At all."
"The company had to shut down for a couple of days," he explained, as he dropped the duffle bag in the hallway, "Everyone's on paid leave. I figured I'd join you guys for a little vacation of my own, too. If you don't mind."
"Oh, of course not, son," grandpa patted him on the back, "The more the merrier, right? Come on, get out of those wet clothes. I'll toss them in the dryer and bring you something warm."
"That would be great, dad," my father replied and started pulling the shirt over his head, which wasn't as easy as it looked since it was drenched.
"Make yourself useful and boil us some tea in the meantime, would you, Jeffrey?" grandpa said to me, as he helped my dad tug the cloth over his head.
I nodded and quickly stepped off into the kitchen. As I was filling up the kettle, I couldn't seem to get the imprint of my father's bare chest out of my head. Strong, just a little pudgy, with large brown nipples... Of course, I saw it a thousand times before, but with my newfound knowledge, I kinda started seeing it as a MAN's chest. A handsome man's chest.
I shook my head to get the picture out. All those experiences that Harvey and grandpa mentioned - that was all years ago. I was sure that my dad was straight now. And he never tried anything on me, so it didn't make much sense thinking about it, right?
The effort to clear my head only lasted for a couple of seconds, because when I turned around, my half-naked father was sitting there in the chair, waiting for the tea.
He was kind of what the gay guys refer to as a "bear" - a bigger physique, slightly fatter than my grandpa, but all that combined with a fair share of muscles, especially in the shoulder area. He was as hairy as my grandpa, except his hair was still blonde. With the buzzcut that he recently started sporting and the goatee he grew a couple of weeks ago, he started becoming more and more like the handsome beast that was his father.
