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Mr. Hudson and Luke Hudson
March 01, 2023 | Full Length Video : 24min 49sec
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Just before dreams could take me, I heard my phone buzz. I had been asleep, but only for a few minutes. I put my large glasses on and blinked through bleary eyes. A message had come through; it was from my son, Luke, just on the other side of the house.

As I trudged through the darkened hallways, I could only think of how Luke, Dale (his grandfather), and I had recently spent a forbidden night with each other. Luke never seemed bothered by it, but I, natural worry-wart that I am, spent every moment dreading the life-long impact it could have on Luke. I feared I saw signs of regret in my son's eyes when he came home. But how could I know for sure? I am the type of man that projects and frets. It turned out, Luke had the answer to that question; Unbeknownst to me, he had been making a plan.

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Luke laid in his bed, shirtless, swaddled under his heavy blanket as he tapped idly at his phone screen. He had grown handsome and scruffy, his wide eyes unburdened by troubles—a stark contrast to earlier in his life, before his transition, when they lidded heavily at all times. I asked him what was wrong; he had not messaged me like this before, much less while we were in the same house. There was certainly a different energy about him.

So I decided to be straight forward. "You can be honest with me. You don't have to just tell me what I want to hear."

I wanted to be there for him and whatever he needed, but it had to be on his terms. There was nothing about what we did together that I was ashamed about—the more shameful thing, I thought, would be to do anything that would make my son uncomfortable. Luke's life was hard enough with the toil of his transition; I refused to do anything that could add difficulty to his life.

"Yeah?" he said, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips.

"Yeah."

"Well, do you want to get in bed with me?"

Clearly, Luke knew what he wanted. Dale, my father, when he talked about things like this, would talk about how our family was like a tree, and we had this attraction to each other because we were all branches of the same tree and we had each other's interests in mind. Luke, and Dale, both were just so confident. They just knew what they wanted. I rarely found myself in possession of such certainty.

But as he made room in the bed for me, looking at me with eager eyes, I found it. I found certainty. I wanted to be what Luke needed me to be; in bed, out of bed, anywhere. As I climbed in, he allowed no ambiguity—he wanted me physically. My son buried his face into my pecs, nuzzling through my chest hair. I caressed his cheek, pulled his head close to mine, and kissed him, running my fingers through his hair.

He paid special attention to my nipples, lapping and suckling them while looking up at me with the cutest, most enraptured expression. Perhaps this was just one of the things he loved about men—considering that both his grandfather and I were larger men, well-formed by labor and years, we certainly had plenty of hairy chests for Luke to bury himself in.

I flipped Luke over, letting my large body cover him. I dipped my fingers over his boxers, feeling the bump of his t-dick, and stroked it through the fabric. We traded hot breath and hotter kisses. I spread his legs, my fingers pressing and rubbing along his bonus hole, while kissing him so hard that I bore him down into the mattress.

Neither of us cared for the extra layers between us. I pulled his boxers off, then mine. One of the enduring memories I had of our night with his granddad was when I was able to taste Luke's bonus hole—a marvelous delicacy of sensation: rich and tangy. I did not want to wait any longer. I dove in. I ate out Luke's hole like it was the last source of liquid I'd ever find. It didn't need to be, though—it was water, life itself to me.

When the taste of Luke was all I knew, I took his legs and spread them wide. He arched his back, pushing his ass up into the air, and I grabbed my cock and slid it into him. I fucked him slow and gentle at first, easing my thick length into him. I kissed his toes and the soles of his foot; his light giggles of surprise and arousal excited me further.

Luke writhed beneath me. His fingers found mine and we locked hands. I folded Luke up, then fucked him from behind. We twisted in the sheets for an amount of time that could not be measured, lost in each other as we were. When I finally came, it was as if we were reborn. We lay together on the bed, sweaty and sticky, kissing and cuddling, our relationship deeper, more complicated, more beautiful than before.

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Chapters
1. Caught in the Act 21mn
I'm Dale, but lately I just go by “grandpa.” Not something I ever imagined I’d get used to, but it suits me. I don't consider myself a complex man. I have my own home, a tank full of gas, and a decent job. I'm in the best shape of my life, despite what the lack of color in my hair might try to convince you. Every day I wake up and think about how I've helped grow my family tree with the birth of my beautiful son, Joel. And he grew up, like a strong branch, creating his own family. They are extensions of me, a representation of what I was able to give to the world with my body, strength, and leadership as a father. Take, for example, my grandson, Luke. Luke's been through a lot. Emotional and physical transitions have shaped him in his own way, in a way that makes him comfortable with himself in spite of the cards handed to him by the world. And while I won't pretend that the era I grew up in exactly prepared me for perfect understanding, I know trees. I know what keeps branches alive. It's nourishment; give a tree the water it needs and it'll outlive any creature burdened by lesser things. I love my son, Joel. I love my grandson, Luke. I find ways, every day, to give them what they need to grow. Now I've just spent the past few minutes telling you how strong I, and the people I brought into this world, are, and how proud I am of the whole line I'm a part of. But strength also comes from acknowledging your faults, and just so that you don't think I'm some stone-faced sod that takes himself too seriously, I need to tell you about those, too. I've kept my body real powerful. I can out bench press 95% of you young whipper-snappers reading this. But I can't read a phone screen. I avoid self check-out lines. I didn't know how to connect to the internet back when computers screamed when you turned them on, and I haven't gotten any better even though the technology has. And I have needs like everyone else. These days, everyone uses these tiny phones and you're supposed to pinch the screen to read any of the words. I don't have time for that when I'm horny. I bought a big screen TV and when a man has something big, he's going to use it, right? Luke, Joel's trans son, was staying over at my place while Joel went away on a work trip. I had assumed, after a brief check of the house, that Luke was out for the evening. I figured, if I have the place to myself, I should use it, right? I put some porn on the big screen, laid back, and set myself up for a wonderful solo evening in my living room. I had no idea that there was another pair of eyes watching me… So there I am, dick in my hand. My eyes drift from the big screen, across the room, and into the large, transfixed eyes of my grandson, Luke. There are a few thoughts that hit me simultaneously. First, embarrassment. Maybe those tiny phone screens are good for something, after all. Second, surprise. I'm looking at my gorgeous grandson with my dick out and I realize how handsome he is, and how much he looked like my son—his father Joel. And then, a third thought and a realization; he's not looking at the big screen. He's looking at me. As if he suddenly became aware of my own stare, Luke bit his lip, pulled back, and retreated down the hallway. I heard the door close behind him. I turned off the TV and waited for a long moment, wondering how I could possibly apologize to Luke, or if I should even bring this up to him. So, the next morning, I knocked on Luke's door and went in. He was reading on the guest room bed—his handsome, scruffy face giving no hint of bother or concern from the previous night's events. Well! That makes things easier. Carefully, I apologized, and told him that he shouldn't have to worry about wandering in on that. He shouldn't have to have seen his grandad doing that. I could have done it in my room, or made sure he wasn't home, or– Then Luke said he didn't mind any of that. I was stunned. I didn’t know how to respond, but for some reason my curiosity overpowered my common sense. I couldn't help but ask if he wanted to see me do anything else. But it was Luke that pushed forward, saying he liked what he saw. And I think, at that moment, there was no other choice for either of us. Knowing he saw me in an aroused and near-orgasmic state changed how I saw him. He was no longer my son’s boy. He was a young man of his own. And a sexy one at that. I laid down on the bed next to him, running my large hands along his slight body. His was toned and athletic, but considerably smaller than mine, which was well-stocked by the years. Luke kissed me, and I returned it. My grandson’s lips were soft and sweet, and his stubble against mine was electric. We explored each other's mouths for a long time, until his eager hands attacked the zipper of my jeans. Luke had my big cock in his mouth with a confident speed I was unprepared for. I knew he had a boyfriend, but I had no idea I'd find out first-hand how well-practiced my grandson was with blowjobs. Luke's wet technique and swirling tongue left me cross-eyed, raggedy, and wild for more. So now it was me, hands frenzied, who ripped away jeans. It was my first time seeing my trans grandson's bare loins; I saw, for the first time, his t-dick nestled among the fur of his groin and above his bonus hole. It was like opening a surprise present and finding something you never knew you needed under the paper. I buried my face between Luke's legs, kissing his inner thighs, lapping up his juices. I took in the scent of his sex. We, after that, became a blur of flesh. I cannot speak for him, but I know that I was insatiable for him; my limbs moving with a sort of possession from one position to the next. I remember how he twitched and gasped at my touch. The feel of Luke's firm muscles beneath my palms was intoxicating, and second only to the warmth of my cock inside of his extra entrance. Yeah. I took him. I banged my grandson silly. And he loved every minute of it. I was getting lost in the heat of our skin, the smell of sweat and arousal, and the taste of his tight ass. Luke didn't complain once—and in fact, at one point, rode me, bouncing his compact body up and down in my lap. When I was near my edge, I thought about how much of a shame it was that this happened at the end of Luke's stay with me. Since Luke's dad was away, arrangements had been made for him to be shuffled between my place and his uncle's. As the last gasp of my orgasm ground out my throat, I knew that this wouldn't be enough. I knew I would need to get closer still to Luke—to experience this ecstasy again. I knew this because I could tell he loved it, smiling and panting and glowing with sweat as he was. And I also knew this because I know how trees grow. I know how a family grows. And I know that our roots can grow deeper, still.
2. Like Father, Like Son 22mn
Joel wasn't prepared to have this conversation, and really, who could blame him? I knew I'd fucked up. Fucking my grandson wasn't planned, and as the pillar of this family I should have turned Luke away when he approached me. But I didn't. I found him too attractive, too handsome, too fascinating. So, when Luke expressed interest in me, I let him explore on his terms. I let him give himself to me. I did it with an open heart, but I should've done something else, first: cleared this with his father/my son, Joel. I watched Joel's eyes search the floor for understanding, for meaning. He looked at me, but I couldn't meet his gaze. Not at first, at least. I'd been thinking about how I got here. How I let my desires lead me straight into a situation where I’d hurt my son. And as I followed that path of thought, I found what should've been the obvious truth—that this was not the first time the men of this family had found ourselves tangled in the roots of love. I sat down on the bed, gripped Joel's shoulder encouragingly, and whispered, "Do you remember our first time together?" I watched Joel's eyes light up. Memory took over. Joel and I had our own intimacy growing up. Our roots had tangled before. Perhaps that was just the fate of the men of our family, to find deeper joy in each other's bodies that society wouldn't, or couldn't, understand. Joel's voice was low, almost reverent, when he finally said that he remembered. Like he was speaking about something holy. He remembered it all, and it was one of the happiest days of his life. But was the same true for Luke? And even if it was, would it remain that way? Memories can change and twist into regrets. Luke's life was hard enough with the toil of his transition and Joel refused to do anything that could add difficulty to his son's life. The only way I could ease Joel's mind, I realized, was to show him how strong, confident, and sexy Luke really was. I called Luke in and had him sit next to his father. I explained to him that I told Joel what had happened between us. Luke looked between his father and I, his eyes wide not with fear, but with mild surprise. "Oh?" the boy said, unbothered. Such a simple response seemed to lift at least a small weight off Joel's shoulders, though complicated emotions still crawled along his brow. So, I pulled Luke up and held him in my arms. I pressed his back into my chest and locked eyes with Joel so that he could understand—this is what we can do. He, I, Luke, all the men of our family can do this. We are that strong, that connected, and that devoted to each other. I kissed Luke's neck. I rubbed his stomach, then his chest. I groped and massaged him as we made out. And I did all this in front of Joel. It was difficult for Luke to keep his cool as Joel stared at us. But I knew that he understood. His lips trembled, but his hips shifted, also. His overwhelmed emotions slowly gave way to arousal. I took charge and had Joel scoot to the head of the bed, then led Luke there by the hips. I pulled the boy's shirt over his head and his jeans down. Joel's conflicted expression gave way to whimpers and moans as I played with his son's nipples in front of him. Eventually, Joel had enough—he had to join in. If not for his arousal, then for his duty as a father to be there for his son's needs. Joel rose and kissed me, and as we pressed our thick, built bodies together, we felt Luke writhe between us. This was a new sensation for him, I had to imagine, being sandwiched between two guys who were not exactly straight, but who weren't exactly gay either. It was delicious. It was transcendent for all of us. Luke was grinding into our pelvises, and I let my hands roam down past the waistband of his underwear. Once we stripped Luke out of his clothes, I wondered if it was the first time Joel had seen his son's body after his transition. It must've been, because Joel practically fell face-first into Luke's bonus hole, like a starving man in front of a meal. He licked, and sucked, and dug his teeth into that sensitive spot. I watched my son's face contort as he lost himself in his son's flavor. Between us, we were three generations of lust, intertwined. I didn't want to say too much at that point, lest it interfere with their experience, so I kept silent. I held Luke, as if to support him, while Joel fished his own cock out of his slacks. Joel entered his boy with the ferocity of freedom he neither knew he wanted nor needed. I watched them fuck, both of them dripping with sweat. They ground against each other, Joel thrusting into Luke, Luke writhing in my lap in throes of forbidden ecstasy. The mania of their sexuality overcame me, too; I stripped out of my underwear and presented my own erection to my grandson's mouth. Luke took it quickly—lapping at the head at first, then opening wide and allowing it to enter his face completely. We, Joel and I, spit-roasted Luke between us. Luke held Joel's hands. I kissed Joel's mouth while fucking Luke's face. We were, in some way, a triangle, joined at impossible points of scandal. The next moments of our lives were a blur of emotion and hormones. Joel and I swapped places, taking turns on each of Luke's entrances. He shook and shuddered as he melted into us. After fucking Luke's mouth for several minutes, Joel wanted back in to Luke's bonus hole. We rotated again. He entered Luke; I could see the boy's hole stretching around the thick tip of his father’s dick then opening up wide to accommodate the rest of it. We fucked him for what seemed like ages, until the room was filled with Luke's moans and the sound of our flesh slapping together. In the near moments before his orgasm, Joel's red face brimmed with intensity. Years of need streamed down his face in the form of tears. His hips pounded faster and faster. He cried out and pulled out, and a river of his seed spilled out of Luke's hole. I pulled out and leaned back on the bed, watching my son Joel fall back into Luke's extra entrance. Joel lapped his own seed up from Luke, as if the product of this orgasm was so sacred, so special that he couldn't let a drop go to waste. Eventually, we grew exhausted. We slipped out of our respective holes and collapsed onto the sheets of the bed, panting. I don't know what will become of this family, truthfully. No man can see the future. All I know is that I love my son, Joel, and I'm sure he loves me. As for Luke... I hope he knows, deep down, that no matter what happens, we'll always be there for him. In whatever way he needs. No one got up from the bed, though. No one ran. No one was eager to let the moment leave. That, alone, made me think that we would make it through this complicated attraction. Somehow.
3. Special Bond 25mn
Just before dreams could take me, I heard my phone buzz. I had been asleep, but only for a few minutes. I put my large glasses on and blinked through bleary eyes. A message had come through; it was from my son, Luke, just on the other side of the house. As I trudged through the darkened hallways, I could only think of how Luke, Dale (his grandfather), and I had recently spent a forbidden night with each other. Luke never seemed bothered by it, but I, natural worry-wart that I am, spent every moment dreading the life-long impact it could have on Luke. I feared I saw signs of regret in my son's eyes when he came home. But how could I know for sure? I am the type of man that projects and frets. It turned out, Luke had the answer to that question; Unbeknownst to me, he had been making a plan. Luke laid in his bed, shirtless, swaddled under his heavy blanket as he tapped idly at his phone screen. He had grown handsome and scruffy, his wide eyes unburdened by troubles—a stark contrast to earlier in his life, before his transition, when they lidded heavily at all times. I asked him what was wrong; he had not messaged me like this before, much less while we were in the same house. There was certainly a different energy about him. So I decided to be straight forward. "You can be honest with me. You don't have to just tell me what I want to hear." I wanted to be there for him and whatever he needed, but it had to be on his terms. There was nothing about what we did together that I was ashamed about—the more shameful thing, I thought, would be to do anything that would make my son uncomfortable. Luke's life was hard enough with the toil of his transition; I refused to do anything that could add difficulty to his life. "Yeah?" he said, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips. "Yeah." "Well, do you want to get in bed with me?" Clearly, Luke knew what he wanted. Dale, my father, when he talked about things like this, would talk about how our family was like a tree, and we had this attraction to each other because we were all branches of the same tree and we had each other's interests in mind. Luke, and Dale, both were just so confident. They just knew what they wanted. I rarely found myself in possession of such certainty. But as he made room in the bed for me, looking at me with eager eyes, I found it. I found certainty. I wanted to be what Luke needed me to be; in bed, out of bed, anywhere. As I climbed in, he allowed no ambiguity—he wanted me physically. My son buried his face into my pecs, nuzzling through my chest hair. I caressed his cheek, pulled his head close to mine, and kissed him, running my fingers through his hair. He paid special attention to my nipples, lapping and suckling them while looking up at me with the cutest, most enraptured expression. Perhaps this was just one of the things he loved about men—considering that both his grandfather and I were larger men, well-formed by labor and years, we certainly had plenty of hairy chests for Luke to bury himself in. I flipped Luke over, letting my large body cover him. I dipped my fingers over his boxers, feeling the bump of his t-dick, and stroked it through the fabric. We traded hot breath and hotter kisses. I spread his legs, my fingers pressing and rubbing along his bonus hole, while kissing him so hard that I bore him down into the mattress. Neither of us cared for the extra layers between us. I pulled his boxers off, then mine. One of the enduring memories I had of our night with his granddad was when I was able to taste Luke's bonus hole—a marvelous delicacy of sensation: rich and tangy. I did not want to wait any longer. I dove in. I ate out Luke's hole like it was the last source of liquid I'd ever find. It didn't need to be, though—it was water, life itself to me. When the taste of Luke was all I knew, I took his legs and spread them wide. He arched his back, pushing his ass up into the air, and I grabbed my cock and slid it into him. I fucked him slow and gentle at first, easing my thick length into him. I kissed his toes and the soles of his foot; his light giggles of surprise and arousal excited me further. Luke writhed beneath me. His fingers found mine and we locked hands. I folded Luke up, then fucked him from behind. We twisted in the sheets for an amount of time that could not be measured, lost in each other as we were. When I finally came, it was as if we were reborn. We lay together on the bed, sweaty and sticky, kissing and cuddling, our relationship deeper, more complicated, more beautiful than before.
4. Here For You 23mn
One day I was hanging out with my boyfriend, Danny. We had been dating for a little while, but hadn’t done much together yet. We were laying on the bed; for some reason, neither of us were willing to make the first move. The mere thought of him touching me with any sort of intimacy flooded my mind. He was so cute! It didn’t help that ever since I started playing with my dad and grandpa, the want-and-need for cock was far more intense than normal teenage hormones would normally induce. I had picked up a lot of tricks from my family—I wanted to show Danny everything I had learned. We laid there, talking, cuddling, but scared. Little did I know that there was about to be another layer added to the whole thing; Dad knocked on the door. He must have been lurking outside. He came in, saw us fumbling awkwardly with each other, and made it known that we should indeed act on our desires. Dad was a little blunt. He straight-up told Danny that he knew we were together. It embarrassed me momentarily, but that all melted away when Dad approached the bedside. He asked the two of us to kiss, which immediately sent what felt like a little pleasant electric shock through me and into Danny. It was as if he knew how nervous Danny was, and wanted to make sure his first time with me was an unforgettable one. Dad climbed in and while his hands roamed all over Danny he snuck in a kiss of his own with me. Danny looked bewildered, but not unaroused. I wondered briefly what Danny might be thinking of my abnormal bond with my dad, but he wasn’t scared. In fact, I’m pretty sure he was turned on by the entire idea just as much as I am. Dad looked on excitedly and told us to remove our shirts, to which we both immediately complied. If the kiss hadn’t already sent us over the edge, taking naughty orders from an older man certainly did. Dad had us take off our pants next and he stuck a hand down both of our briefs. He felt my wetness and the stiffness of my boyfriend. Danny and I must’ve passed some kind of test, judging by Dad’s facial expression. If Dad was uneasy about giving my hole up to a boy before, that all seemed to have evaporated once he found out what Danny was packing. Dad had me remove my red briefs and show off my wet mound to Danny. He presented it in a teacherly manner, instructing Danny not only to come eat me out, but how. Danny’s mouth watered as he watched my father present my bonus hole to him. Danny dove in, excitedly. I, in turn, couldn’t help but moan as he slid his tongue into me; watching his face between my legs was absolutely amazing. Prior to that some part of me worried if I ever would see Danny down there. Turned out, he just needed a little fatherly guidance. Dad put his hand on the back of Danny’s head as my boyfriend lapped at my bonus hole. He removed Danny’s white briefs, exposing Danny’s smooth bubble butt. Danny didn’t flinch as my Dad placed his own face between my boyfriend’s cheeks and slid his tongue into the hole, making Danny moan just as loudly as I did. We were all connected then—rimming and thirsting for each other. After opening up Danny’s hole with his tongue my dad removed his own pants and instructed Danny to get on his knees. Now Danny was on all-fours, his face and mouth still attached to my wet hole with passion. Dad brought his big, stiff meat up to Danny’s slicked-up hole and, using just a bit more spit, popped his cock head inside Danny’s hungry chute. As Dad pounded my boyfriend, I slid down a bit and positioned myself in order to let Danny slide his own cock inside my hungry boy pussy. The three of us fucked this way for a while, time becoming meaningless. Eventually, my dad made Danny lay on his back so that I’d sit on Danny’s cock and ride it. As I rode Danny, Dad brought his own cock to my hole and slid it in. Being stuffed by two cocks, my Dad’s and boyfriend’s, at the same time, lit my eyes and mind on fire. When the three of us separated, I was panting, gasping, barely able to see straight after how I’d been stretched. Danny watched on as Dad fucked his load into me. After Dad finished pumping me full of our family seed, he instructed Danny to do the same, and Danny happily came and slid back inside me to pump a second load into my cum-filled hole. I think Danny’s gonna fit into the Hudson family just fine. It seems like Dad feels the same way.
5. Show for Grandpa 29mn
I absolutely love spending quality time with my handsome grandson, Luke. I would do literally anything for him. This means, honestly, that oftentimes I get a little protective of him. If someone ever hurt my precious Luke, I’d lose my mind… Speaking of losing one’s mind, I felt like I was losing a certain amount of control when Luke brought his new boyfriend Danny over to hang out and watch a movie. I don’t really remember the film; that part isn't important. The important part is that I couldn’t keep my eyes off of this sweet-faced, dark-haired Adonis sitting to my left. When Luke first started bringing guys home to have sex with it wasn’t that I felt nervous or uncomfortable. Not at all—the thought of my grandson getting it on with hot guys gave me a real sense of pride in Luke. He deserved the world. It… also really turned me on. I smiled and pretended not to notice Luke subtly scooting closer-and-closer until he was leaning softly against me. I could tell he was getting aroused, and so was I. I wondered if Danny was, too. He had the appearance of a boy who would be the nervous type, but there was a certain feeling about him I couldn’t quite pinpoint. At that moment, Luke suddenly sprang up off the couch and announced that he needed to do something, and would be back in a moment. I took the opportunity to get to know Luke’s cutie-of-a-boyfriend a bit better. I told Danny just how special of a person that my grandson was to me and how important it is that he treated Luke well. Danny’s honest smile and authentic affirmations were good enough for me. Bright eyes like that rarely lie. When the boy assured me that he would never hurt Luke, I took him for his word. I also wondered–well, actually, fantasized—a lot these days about what Luke and Danny were doing sexually together. So, since I finally had Danny alone and right in front of me, I thought that I’d simply ask. The look on Danny’s astonished face was priceless, and so was the sight of a steadily growing lump in the boy’s shorts. I revealed to the speechless twink that I knew about the sexual activities that Luke and Danny were up to via intel from Luke’s father. Danny relaxed and smiled, as if a tremendous weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Right at that moment, Luke zoomed back into the room. He noticed how Danny was smiling and blushing, and with feigned exasperation, demanded to know if I was giving his boyfriend a hard time. As Luke and I looked at Danny, we both could see that the only hard thing aroundwas in his shorts. Luke flashed me that sexy grin of his, and I considered it permission. I casually suggested to the boys that they show for me what they do when they’re alone together. Danny leapt to his feet and slid next to Luke, who had just sat next to me on the couch. I watched with sheer primal arousal as the hot twinks groped one another and made out—they didn’t need much egging on from me to get going. The boys’ tongues buried themselves as deep into each other’s mouths as they could. The wet sounds that the hot twinks made as they french-kissed made me shiver—my hand, reflexively, dipped down to my own stirring groin. Soon, the boys’ clothes started coming off and I knew right then and there that I absolutely had to join them. Once Danny dropped his shorts, Luke made a quick bee-line to his crotch. Danny’s penis was a beautiful sight to behold—to my surprise, it was rather enormous, disproportionate to the twink’s frame. Luke was practiced in dealing with it; he effortlessly swallowed the entire monster whole. After a bit of suction, They traded places and Danny drove his face towards that luscious, soaking-wet boy hole. I finally got myself into the action and made out with my smoking hot grandson while Danny gorged himself on Luke’s hot slit and delectable t-dick. And I’ll tell you what! The rest of that evening (and well into the night) was a blurred flurry of incredible sex. The things those two boys would do together with me was simply awesome. I was amazed by all of the wildly hot, creative positions we fit ourselves into. There were too many to recall clearly. Probably my favorite was when Luke rode Danny in reverse cowboy, while I watched and touched myself. Luke crooned with sweet relish as he impaled his moist and oozing bonus hole over and over on Danny’s dick. Finally, a panting and utterly delighted Danny gave one last thrust upward, tilted his head back and cried out with ecstasy as he blasted surge-after-surge of cum deep inside my grandson. Luke’s mind-blowing orgasm occurred only seconds later. I stared with savage thirst as my hot, sweaty grandson’s perfect body convulsed, completely overcome with bliss. And then it was my turn. Rivers of juicy semen trickled out of Luke’s well-fucked extra entrance as he pulled off of Danny’s cock and laid down on the couch. He spread his legs just for me. It’s amazing I didn’t come just from the sight of it all. I pushed my throbbing cockhead through the slippery boy-pussy entrance. As I penetrated deep inside of Luke, I groaned loudly, quivering with exertion, and was overcome with how wonderful it was to have this connection with my grandson. When he begged me to shoot my load all over his body, I immediately pulled out and gave him what he wanted. Anything for Luke. The amount I splashed all over my beautiful, wondrous FTM boy was immense. The room was filled with the delicious aroma of sex, sweat, and cum. As the three of us enjoyed a sensual, satisfied three-way kiss, I began to realize just how lucky of a grandpa and lover that I had become…and I smiled as I knew that we could return to this anywhere, at any time.
6. My Boys 22mn
It had been a long while since my dad Joel and I had played around. I still had plenty of hot and fond memories of those times, but as I got older and busier with my own life, Dad got busy with his own fatherly duties looking after my brother, Luke. Luke was now coming into his own as a young man, and a damn sexy young man, at that. As dirty as my thoughts often were, I don’t know why it hadn’t occurred to me that maybe Dad had been giving Luke the same kind of guidance during his sexual awakening as he did with me. The thought finally reached me on the day Dad came to me and asked me to join him and Luke in his bedroom. Dad said he wanted us all to reaffirm our bond as a family—for he and I to get close again like we used to be, and for Luke and I to explore a new path in our relationship as brothers. Before I even had time to properly assess the information and its exciting possibilities, Dad leaned in to kiss me, tongue and all. He embraced me, and as he continued to wear my mouth away, Luke watched on. Dad extended his other arm out Luke’s way and had him join the embrace. He brought our heads together and I kissed my brother as Dad hugged us both tightly, as if we were going to slip away. It happened so fast, I didn’t even feel the blood rush from my head to my cock. But, Dad knew. He unfastened my belt buckle and my pants had soon slid off. My hard cock was visible even behind the fabric of my black briefs. Dad pawed at my dick through the fabric a bit, before slowly pulling the waistband down to release my cock. He gave it a few tugs before motioning to Luke to come suck it. I couldn’t believe it! My handsome little brother had his lips and warm mouth firmly wrapped around my cock. I don’t even remember when my briefs managed to slide all the way off. Dad wasted no time. Just as he had just done with me, he unfastened Luke’s pants and swiftly slid them off, giving the warm mound a rub outside his boxers before pulling those off, too. Dad stroked Luke’s wet bonus hole and slid his digits in and out of his opening. I was too lost in how good Luke’s mouth felt on my meat to notice when Dad dove face first into Luke’s FTM hole and began to lap it up as he fingered—tasting his boy, as that boy tasted Dad’s other boy. This certainly wasn’t Dad’s first time eating Luke out, and this also wasn’t Luke’s first time having a mouth full of cock. I always knew my brother was handsome, but now he had become downright sexy to me. I needed to feel him, deep. But of course, Dad had first dibs. We got Luke on all fours and Dad slid into him from behind as he continued his oral assault on me. Whether I looked straight ahead or down, I found a sexy, taboo sight in all directions. Luke groaned on my cock as Dad pounded him from behind, and I knew that those were groans well earned, too. Dad’s cock was a monster. Dad and I kissed over Luke’s back as we stuffed him at both ends. Soon, Dad was ready to pass the baton. We switched roles—we had Luke lay on his side and as Dad slid his cock into Luke’s mouth, I slid into Luke from behind, spooning him. It was incredible; so warm, wet, and tight. Dad rubbed Luke’s T-dick as I slid in and out of him, and soon I could feel my balls tighten as they headed towards a nut. I blew deep inside Luke’s guts, which made Dad buck his hips harder as he fucked Luke’s face, blowing his own load into my brother’s mouth. Dad laid down between the two of us, wrapping an arm around us, embracing his family... no, our family.
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