Date: Tue, 17 Jul 2007 03:25:41 -0300
From: Matt Swimmers <subboyns@gmail.com>
Subject: Granddad's Cabin - Part 3

The usual disclaimers apply, if you're not old enough to be reading this,
or if consensual sex between an older man and a younger man offends you,
please don't read on!

Hi everyone! Again I'd like to say the response to the story has been
wonderful. I'm still getting e-mails about it every day, so if you'd like
to comment on the stories, have a story of your own to tell, or would like
to send me naughty photos of yourself in silk boxers (as a couple of you
already have :)) feel free.

This part is a bit shorter than the other parts, but leads into the next
part, which will probably be the last in the series. Enjoy!

Granddad's Cabin -- Part 3

	I woke up that day not expecting much. It was a Tuesday, in the
middle of my summer vacation. Aside from sitting around, maybe going out
with some friends, I had intended it to be a lazy day. When the phone rang
around lunch time, I got a pleasant surprise.
	"Hey Bobby?"
	"Justin? Hey how are you?" It was Justin, the boy who I had
recently shared with my grandfather. He'd been on my mind a lot lately.
	"Great man, what about you?"
	"Oh you know, same shit, different day."
	He chuckled on the other end. "Well I was wondering if you'd like
to come spend the night here, my dad's out of town on business and I could
use the company."
	"I would love to Justin, how do I get there?"
	"Oh I've got my car, I'll come pick you up."
	I gave him directions to my house, and quickly bounded up the
stairs to have a shower. Afterwards I went to my room and grabbed some
clothes. My eyes floated to the red briefs over in the corner, but I
decided a simple pair of dark blue CK boxers would do just as well. I threw
on a white t-shirt and a pair of black board shorts.
	Soon after, I heard Justin pulling up outside. I ran out to meet
him, and could have nearly fainted. I didn't think it was possible, but he
seemed even hotter than the last time I'd seen him. He had cut his
previously shaggy blond hair, it was now short and spiky.
	"Wow Justin! Nice haircut!" I gushed. I sat down in the car,
noticing he was wearing jeans and a black short sleeved shirt, undone to
his stomach.
	"Thanks man, I liked the shaggy look, but it was too much work."
His smile curved over the small patch of beard he kept on his chin.
	We drove on for a while, stopping at the grocery store to grab some
supplies for the evening. Justin got some burgers and buns for the
barbecue, and we grabbed some pop.
	"Dad keeps the place stocked full of booze if we want some."
	"Sweet."
	We drove on for a while longer afterwards, Justin lived outside of
town apparently.
	"So I broke up with my girlfriend yesterday." He said.
	"Shit man, sorry to hear that." I attempted sympathy, although from
his own lips, he didn't care about her, he was gay.
	"Eh, it was time I got rid of her anyways, before she got too
attached. And then when my dad asked me why, well... I told him."
	"What did he say?" I was shocked. I had gathered his dad was a
little homophobic, and he wouldn't have taken it well.
	"He said he'd known for a long time, and didn't really care. I was
surprised." Justin laughed, as if letting a weight off of his chest.
	"That's great for you!" I squeezed his leg.
	"Yeah so I figured I'd call you over to celebrate." He pulled into
a driveway, shrouded by trees. It opened up into a rather nice house, very
country looking, with tall trees everywhere.
	"Oh wow, isn't this a little big for you and your dad?"
	"Yeah, but it's nice to have privacy. I have my own little spot in
the basement, and he has the whole upstairs."
	"Nice." I said, getting out of the car.

**

	He showed me around the house, the living room, kitchen and spare
rooms on the first floor, the massive backyard and deck, and down to his
basement apartment.
	"Yeah I've got my own bathroom and shit down here, it's great. I
only have to go upstairs when I want to eat pretty much. Or get some eye
candy from my dad."
	"Do you think he'll stop showing off so much now that he knows?"
	"I doubt it, once he gets some drinks into him he hates to have
clothes on." Justin smiled.
	"I know the feeling." I said, grasping Justin around the waist, and
pulling him close to me. He pushed himself into my body, flicking his
tongue out into my mouth. We kissed for a few minutes, him leading me into
his bedroom.
	"Oh Bobby, I was at least going to wait until after dinner to put
the moves on you." He chuckled, as I unbuttoned the last few buttons on his
shirt, throwing it off into the corner.
	"I can't help it Justin." I said, slowly kissing his neck. His ever
present necklace was still on, I nibbled and licked around it.
	"Oh...." He moaned softly as I started to massage his growing
package.
	We fell down onto his bed, and his hands started to explore my
body. He lifted off my shirt, and gently pinched and played with my
nipples. They were an apparently very sensitive part of me, and I tensed up
as his fingers continued.
	He started to untie my shorts, exclaiming "Oh my Bobby, CK boxers?
Very expensive." He smiled up at me as he took my shorts off.
	"Nothing but the best." I joked as he started to massage my cock.
	"Damn you've got a nice cock." He said, fishing it out of my
boxers. "I've been dreaming about it since I got home." He lowered his head
down, pulled back my foreskin, and started to slowly lick the head of my
dick.
	I moaned and laid back, letting Justin work his magic on my
pole. He was amazing at it, going faster than slower, sometimes
deepthroating, sometimes just working on the head. After a few minutes he
came back up, and kissed me some more.
	I was in heaven, letting him kiss me while I undid his jeans. I
slipped my hand into them, feeling his hard cock encased in a pair of
cotton boxers. He slid out of his jeans, kicking them onto the floor.
	"I have an idea Bobby." He said, taking a break and grinding his
crotch into mine.
	"Oh?"
	"Why don't we go fuck in my dad's room?"
	"That would be hot, we could even try on a few pairs of his
boxers." I suggested, watching the hungry look build on Justin's face.
	"Sounds like a plan!" He was up off the bed in a second, pulling me
up with him. He took off his blue cotton boxers, tossing them onto the
jeans. "And I know just the pair for you."
	I shucked my boxers as well, following the nude boy bouncing up the
stairs.
	We arrived at his dad's room, strangely clean for the drunken lout
Justin made him out to be. But he was also the largest fixture in Justin's
fantasies. Granddad had a large enough collection of boxers that Justin had
stolen from him to prove that.
	Justin went over to a chest of clothes, and opened the middle
drawer.
	"Perfect, he didn't take them!" A shape flew at me, I caught them
in midair. A red pair of silk boxers, black waistband, and a black dragon
on the side.
	"Nice ones!" I admired them before slipping them on.
	"Fuck Bobby, you look even better in those than I'd imagined." He
had taken another pair out and put them on, a silver pair. His cock tented
them up obscenely.
	"Come here Justin." I smiled at him and sank down onto his father's
bed. The thick blue blankets swallowed us up as we sank into the soft
bed. We kissed and groped each other, feeling the sweat building up on our
bodies.
	"This is nice Justin." I said, feeling his legs wrap around mine,
his breath hot on my neck.
	"I love dad's bed, I jerk off here all the time." We rolled around
a little, grinding our crotches together in the heat.
	He slowly worked his way down my body, paying close attention to my
nipples. I gasped as he worked his way down my stomach, tickling my belly
button with his tongue.
	"Justin... god that's great." He was now down to my cock, slurping
and licking at it in it's silk prison. He was working me into a frenzy, his
hands stroking my legs and his tongue massaging my dick.
	He came back up and started to kiss me, fast and hard. Our tongues
shot in and out of each other's mouths like darts.
	A noise from the doorway shocked us out of our reverie.
	"Dad!" Justin gasped, kneeling up in the bed. I looked over to see
a man standing in the doorway. He looked to be in his late 30s, with his
jet black hair slicked back. A white dress shirt, unbuttoned to expose the
wife beater underneath framed his slender, hairy torso, and his tight black
dress pants showed off a sizable bulge.
	"Oh my god Dad." Justin was terrified, his eyes darting around.
	"So Justin." The man in the doorway started. "I guess this is your
boyfriend here?" He came into the room, slight menace in his pose.
	"Yeah dad, this here is Bobby." I looked between the two
men. Boyfriend?
	"Looks like you boys were having some fun." He paused. "Guess you
wanted to have some fun with my boxers too."
	"Sorry dad, I can explain..."
	A hand cut him off. "No need to explain son. I was wondering where
all my boxers were going missing to. Obviously you've been using them in
games with your little friends here."
	"It's not that dad, it's just..."
	"Just what son? You like looking at your daddy's boxers?" He looked
down at the spit stains framing my still hard cock. "Or you like sucking on
them?" Justin's dad drew his shirt off, his toned, muscled arms exposed.
	"Dad..." Justin began, trailing off as he watched his dad strip off
his flimsy undershirt. His chest was covered in dark fur that trailed down
into his dress pants. A six pack was visible beneath the hair.
	"Come on son, I've noticed you staring at my package for the past
few years. Every time I take my pants off your eyes are glued to me." He
was standing next to the bed now, and slowly undoing his belt. "Sort of the
way you're watching me now, your friend there too."
	I realized I was staring. I could see why Justin fantasized about
his dad so much, he was a gorgeous hunk of man. He suddenly reached out and
grabbed Justin by the head, dragging his face down to his crotch.
	"Now you've got your daddy all excited." He was rubbing Justin's
face into his package, I could tell his cock was hard underneath his
slacks. Justin opened his mouth, engulfing his dad's hardening cock. "You
boy's are gonna have to take care of that, get over here!" He motioned for
me to come closer, and soon he was grinding my face down into his crotch as
well.
	Justin and I sucked on his bulge, all the while caressing each
other, our tongues occasionally meeting. His dad was grunting in pleasure,
and finally undid the top button on his pants.
	"You boys ready for a real man's cock?"
	"Yes sir!" Justin said, gazing up in wonder.
	He dropped his pants, stepping out of them, showing off his gold
silk boxers.
	"God dad, those look so good on you." Justin breathed out.
	"You've been staring at them for years son, it's about time you got
to work on them." His pole tented the boxers out massively. His cock must
have been over 9 inches to be sticking out so much. He slid the boxers down
around his balls, his thick cut cock popping out, pearls of precum on the
tip.
	"Come on boys, you need an invitation? Suck on that fucker." Justin
and I both dived in, sucking and licking on his dad's tool. "Yeah baby,
suck on that pole." I went down, licking at his hairy balls, while Justin
started to deep throat his cock.
	"Damn boys, you must've had some practice." He was still standing
over us, Justin and I entangled on the bed, rubbing our own silk covered
packages together.
	"Yeah son, suck on that fuck pole. Suck your daddy's meat." Justin
needed no encouragement, taking his entire cock down his throat. I was
amazed he could fit all of it in there.
	"And your little friend there, yeah baby, come up here." I knelt on
the bed, coming close to Justin's dad. I realized that I didn't even know
his name, as he pulled me into a rough embrace, his tongue invading my
mouth. He was a much rougher kisser than Granddad, but I didn't mind. His
mouth tasted vaguely of beer.
	"Yeah I bet you love some daddy cock too." He hissed at me, licking
down my neck.
	"I do sir." I whispered into his ear.
	"Hey boy!" He pulled Justin off of his cock by the hair, and pushed
him towards my crotch. "Give your friend here a little of that!" He pushed
Justin forcefully into my boxers, Justin's warm mouth covering them.
	I moaned, Justin pulling down my boxers to get better access, and
deepthroating me. His dad soon covered my mouth again, and was playing with
my nipples. He was again much rougher than either Justin or Granddad had
been. I whimpered a little as he leaned down to bite and twist my nipples.
	"Take it like a man boy." He reached down to guide Justin's head,
all the while working over my sensitive chest.
	"Yes sir." I clenched my teeth, trying to concentrate on Justin's
skilled mouth on my cock.
	"Call me daddy." He said, reaching around to grope my ass.
	"Yes daddy!" I agreed, letting him paw at me.
	He stopped suddenly. "Justin, lay down on your back." Justin
complied, his cock sticking straight up in his silken prison. His dad
stripped off his boxers, and slid onto the bed.
	"Now boy, you're gonna get to live every cocksucker's dream..." He
knelt backwards on Justin's chest, his furry ass over Justin's
face. "You're gonna get to eat some hot daddy ass. Suck on my hole baby." I
could hear Justin's frantic licking and slurping.
	"Fuck boy, I wish I'd had you eating my hole for years now." He
grabbed me by the head, and brought me down to his wet cock. "Now you get
to suck on daddy's pole." I opened my mouth, and took the first few inches
of his cock into my mouth. I could feel Justin's warm body beneath me.
	"I said suck on it, bitch!" He pushed my head down onto his cock,
driving the full length down my throat. "Now choke on that fuck stick!" I
was nearly gagging, but managed to work up a rhythm on his massive cock. It
still tasted like Justin's mouth, a sweet taste I recognized.
	Justin was still underneath of him, and started to jerk off while
he ate his dad's ass.
	"I figured you'd do that boy, you must really get off on eating my
sweaty ass out."
	I heard a muffled "God yes, daddy!" but kept working on his cock.
	His dad's cock was massive, and I was having trouble taking it all
in. His hands really gave me no choice though, guiding my head down onto
his shaft time and time again.
	"Give your brother there a good licking too boy!" He shoved my face
down towards Justin's cock, jutting straight up out of his boxers. I
eagerly took Justin's cock into my throat, thankful to control it myself
after the vigorous throat-fucking his dad had just given me. Justin was
moaning appreciatively.
	I gasped as one of his dad's fingers found my hole, penetrating me
slowly.
	"I hope Justin's pussy is as tight as yours boy." He stood up. "Now
both of you, off the bed and naked." Justin and I both jumped up, kicking
off our boxers. He grabbed Justin by the arm and tossed him face down on
the bed.
	"Get your ass up here boy." He put one hand on each of Justin's
hips and pulled his ass up into the air by the end of the bed. His dad got
down on his knees behind him.
	"Daddy wants to taste your pussy baby." He dove in, noisily eating
Justin's ass. "You too boy, come give daddy a hand." He motioned for me to
come down next to him, and we both attacked Justin's pink hole.
	"Now baby..." He had me by the back of the head again. "Get down
there and make sure my cock is nice and wet, cause it's all the lube your
brother here is gonna get." I made sure to get his dad's cock nice and wet,
practically laying down on the floor. Justin was squirming and moaning on
top of the bed, putting his ass up into the air as far as it would go.
	"Please fuck me daddy!" I could hear him begging. "Fill me up with
that cock! I've been dreaming about it for years!"
	"You wanna get filled up with the cock that made you, huh son?" He
stood up, his erection seeming even bigger than before next to Justin's
hole. The head was practically inside already, and I could see Justin
grasping at the sheets.
	"Yeah daddy, breed me like a filthy whore!" Justin was inching
backwards.
	"Just like a bitch in heat." His dad said. "Well, around here you
bitches should know your place." He gave Justin's ass a swift smack. As I
watched, he gave him a few more spanks, his ass turning a pale shade of
pink.
	"Bobby, get your ass over here and start eating your daddy's hole."
I got down on my knees behind him, admiring the sight of his hairy ass. I
spread his cheeks, and started to lick his ass. It was still wet from the
tonguing
	"Here we go boy, time for you to feel your dad inside you." I heard
Justin practically scream as his dad drove into his ass. "Yeah boy, take
it!" I could hear another few spanks as Justin moaned.
	"Oh god dad! This is amazing!" He was shouting, his moans getting
louder the harder his dad drove into him. I could hear the sound of their
bodies colliding, a slapping sound that was getting louder.
	"Damn you faggots are some good at this." His dad said, flinging
his head back and laying into Justin even harder. "I wish I gone through
with this years ago."
	Justin was lost, making wordless sounds as his body flopped back
and forth, his dad roughly fucking him. I wished I could see him getting
fucked, but I kept eating out his dad's ass.
	"Shit boys, I'm pretty close." His dad said. "Why don't you get a
finger or two in there Bobby?" His dad wanted me to finger him? I gingerly
licked one finger and put it into his hole, earning a grunt of
appreciation. "Yeah baby, get another one up there."
	I could still hear Justin moaning and begging for more, and I put
another finger into his dad's ass, probing around. I found his prostate,
stroking it in time with his thrusts.
	"Fuck boys! Daddy's gonna cum!" I watched his body tense up, and
felt his hole tense up around my fingers. I probed even harder as he cried
out, his body going stiff. "Yeah Justin, feel your daddy's load inside you?
Shit!" He collapsed on top of his son, and I withdrew my fingers.
	We all got onto the bed, and laid there with each other, his dad in
the middle. Justin was curled up on his chest, the biggest smile I had ever
seen on his face.
	"Justin honey, why don't you go grab me a beer?"
	"Sure thing daddy."
	Once Justin left, his dad turned to me. "Has he really been after
me for years?"
	"Yes sir." I said. "And I can see why." I blushed.
	His dad leaned down to kiss me. "Trust me son, it won't be the last
time you'll get to see it."
	Justin came back with a beer, opened and ready. He took his place
beside his dad again.
	"So I bet you boys are wondering how I found out..." He started.
	"I am pretty curious." Justin said, curling up on his dad's chest.
	"Well I've been hooking up with guys on the side for a few years
now, and I met one rather interesting older fellow. I believe Justin refers
to him as 'Mr. Johnson', and Bobby, you call him 'Granddad'." Both of us
sat up in shock. His dad had hooked up with my granddad?
	"At any rate, we started telling stories of fantasies we had, and I
let it slip that I found my son rather attractive. He asked to see a
picture, and then I showed him the one in my wallet."
 	"He didn't say anything at first, but went over to his
computer. Next thing I know I'm seeing pictures of you two making out on a
beach, and then pictures of Justin and Mr. Johnson having sex in the woods,
it was surreal."
	"I'd been putting off telling you Justin, as I could never really
find a time. Luckily my flight got delayed till this evening, and when I
came back home, I found the perfect opportunity wrapped up in silk and
rolling around on my bed. Which I have to say, was really fucking hot."
	Justin and I were shocked silent. Eventually Justin piped up;
	"Daddy? Do you want to know where your boxers have been going?"
	"Mr. Johnson appeared to have a few pairs at his apartment."
	Justin blushed. "I'm sorry Daddy..."
	"Don't be son, it was hot as hell having both of us in a pair of
them."
	"Was this after he showed you the pictures?" I asked.
	"Well once before he had a pair on, and I commented that I used to
have a pair just like them. He didn't say anything, but a few days later he
showed me the pictures and told me all about it. Oh and Justin, we're going
on a trip this weekend."
	"Where to dad?"
	"To Mr. Johnson's cabin. I hope Bobby will be joining us..."
	"I will be!" I said, excited at the prospect of having not only a
granddaddy, but a daddy for the weekend.
	"I can't wait!" Justin exclaimed.
	His dad got out of bed, chuckling. "Well you boys have fun tonight,
the place is yours." He grabbed the silver boxers off the floor. "I guess
I'll wear these tonight." He winked at Justin. "Feel free to use the rest
of my boxers too boys, although I do love Justin's collection."
	His dad went off, and we heard a shower start.
	"Oh my god Bobby, I can't believe that just happened." Justin
cuddled up to me, his cock still half hard.
	"I can't believe he and granddad have been hooking up!"
	"And they're both going to be there this weekend?"
	"I can't wait!" We laughed and started to kiss.
	"God he was such a good fuck." Justin said, stretching out. His dad
came back in, wearing the silver boxers and gathering his clothes off the
floor. He grabbed his pants off the floor.
	"Dad, this was amazing." Justin said again.
	"Glad to be of service." His dad said, leaning down to kiss
him. "But I do have a plane to catch." He was throwing on his clothes and
out the door in a few minutes, and a few kisses later.
	"Justin, this is going to be the best weekend ever." I said,
rolling over on top of him.
	"Yeah Bobby, just think... we're going to have the both of them..."
	"I wonder what they'll make us do..."
	We spent the rest of the night talking about what we wanted out of
the weekend, and trying on various pairs of underwear, Justin's and his
dad's. One thing was for sure though, it was going to be an amazing
weekend.