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Subject: GRANDPA JOE?S BIRTHDAY ORGY ? 4 GRANDPA JOE’S BIRTHDAY ORGY – 4 by Mr. Jimmy (Incest, Urination, Cross-Generational Relationships) FLASHBACK 3 – Still Summer of 2009 – The Pool Party! Grandpa and I were joy riding in his Gator on our way to Sammy’s house, laughing all the way. After heavy petting on a path in a wooded area, we drove through a clearing into the bright sun. The pasture was gently sloped and I could see the top of Sammy’s big white farmhouse at the crest of the hill. As we drove up the hill, the splendor of the land began to emerge. There were vistas in all directions and not another house in sight. “Wow, this is beautiful.” I said as I put my hand on Grandpa Joe’s smooth thigh and squeezed. “Just wait until you see all of it Jimmy. It is amazing.” He put his sweaty arm around my shoulder. We continued on a large mowed grass lawn as we approached the house area from the back side. I could then see the newly constructed white pool house garage building. It was big and the roofline and detailing mimicked the old farmhouse in a nicely modern way. The broad lawn wrapped entirely around the house to the front where four large trees beautifully shaded the broad wrap around porch, softened by a variety of blooming perennial flowers. We drove up past the pool house and stopped at the large pool area, which bridged the pool house to the big house. Brightly colored umbrellas and pool furniture were placed around it and I could hear music playing. My heart skipped a beat when I recognized the chair Grandpa was tied up to in their hot sex video. I remembered they both didn’t know I have seen the video or the fact they were lovers. I enjoyed holding some trump cards. We both stepped out of the Gator and looked around. “Samuel,” Grandpa yelled out. I smiled at the formality. “Joseph,” Came a booming bass voice from the garage area behind us. I turned to see this larger than life man bounding across the drive toward us with long strides. I finally got to see his face and head, as it was hooded in the video. He had a full head of wavy snow-white hair, with long white side burns and a matching trimmed moustache. His tanned skin was weathered and a bit craggy, but he was a handsome devil. It was a vintage 70’s look and I loved it. He stopped abruptly just a few feet from us with a broad smile on his face. “Samuel meet James. James meet Samuel.” Grandpa stated. We all burst into laughter at the silliness of this stade facade. I extended my hand. He extended his and the next thing I knew, he had pulled me into a bear hug, my head buried on his shoulder. Wow, this man was big and strong. And very sweaty. Then Sammy gave Grandpa Joe a hug too. Grandpa’s head became buried in Sammy’s chest given their height difference. “Jim is it? I go by Sammy and I apologize for all the sweat. I’ve been working up a storm and it’s hot as Hades today.” “Hi Sammy. No problem with the sweat. It is great to finally meet you. Your home is absolutely beautiful.” “You are so kind to say so young man. To be honest, it is quite a bit for one old guy to keep up with. You will get the full tour in due course.” I could see Grandpa’s proud smile as he watched the two of us converse. I have no idea what he has told Sammy about me and our special relationship, if anything at all. I will hold my cards close to my vest for now and see how this plays out. “But now, I need a beer. I know Joe wants one given the lush he is. Jim, do you drink beer?” Sammy asked. I laughed, “Do I like beer? Wait, let me think….how about ever since I was 14 and said lush got me drunk on vacation. Mother’s milk to me now.” I caught Grandpa’s escort eye and winked. “Joe, you little devil. You have been holding back on all the good stories.” Sammy chuckled with a curious smile. “Just handing down an age old family tradition.” Grandpa Joe said as he struck a mischievous smile. I thought for a second about that last remark. How many traditions was he passing down that summer when I was 14? Am I from a longer line of special love? Very curious indeed. We walked past the beautiful pool toward the pool house and I recognized the exact location of their sex video that was just filmed only 10 days ago. Boner time. The roof of the pool house was a single gable that extended out 15 feet covering a tiled terrace To the right of a centered double door entrance was a large L-shaped bar area with 6 barstools and a wide pass through window to an inside kitchen. To the left was a shower area and with a door that opened into an inside bathroom. The two shower fixtures had heads both above and lower hand held units below. I looked closer and my jaw dropped. At the end of one of the lower fixtures was an enema nozzle shaped like a thin butt plug. Boner times two. This is turning out to be a real wet dream. Grandpa and I jumped up on stools on the outside of the bar and I patted him ‘straight buddy style’ on the shoulder. Sammy stepped behind the bar and lined up some liter steins. He filled them from one of the two beer taps and slid them down to us. He held his up and toasted loudly, “Here’s to celebrating great friends old and new.” “Hear! Hear!” Grandpa and I responded in unison. We all took extra long chugs from the steins. Sammy leaned back and flipped a switch for the fan over the bar. “I am sweatin’ like a pig,” he said while he quickly pulled off his dusty work shirt and wiped both armpits with it. Oh my sexy goodness, I thought. Sammy’s muscled shoulders and hairy arms framed a very hairy barrel chest over a substantial furry beer belly. The smell of his sweat from across the bar made me light-headed. “Me too,” Grandpa Joe said as he put his golf cap on the bar and pulled his golf shirt over his head. The dense fur covering his upper body was damp and added to the manly atmosphere. “I am getting hot too,” I punned. Not to be the odd man out, I slowly unbutton my shirt and tossed it on the barstool next to me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Grandpa focus his gaze on Sammy who was definitely focusing his gaze on me like a predatory animal. The pheromones were beginning to get thick. “So Joe tells me you are an architectural student and need to find some work this summer.” Sammy said looking at me directly in the eyes. “That’s right Sammy. I will be a senior next year at University of Texas, but it is a five-year program and I need to save for tuition costs. Work would be a good thing for sure.” I said, my eyes locked to his. Sammy smiled, broke his stare and pulled three more beers. “Well, I think there is more work around here to keep you as busy as you want. I need help with the architectural planning and build-out of the garage pool house. As you will see, it is mainly an empty shell inside. How about $18.00 bucks an hour?” “Wow, that is very generous. I will accept your offer Samuel.” I said. Sammy and Grandpa laughed at my use of their inside joke. We toasted again and drank to our health and good fortune. We were all telling jokes and getting a bit drunk when Sammy abruptly decreed, “I am going to take my pants off because it is my bar, my house, my pool and dammit, clothing optional is my rule.” I knew the game was on now and that things were going to escalate quickly. His pants izmit escort bayan were off in a second and I watched him stretch out his long uncut cock and low hanging balls to air them out. I was rock hard and certainly feeling my liquid courage and wasn’t going to wait for Grandpa’s approval. So I stood up and walked away from the bar for both men to see. I slowly pulled my shorts off revealing my skimpy briefs filled with a large hard on and two lemon sized nuts. Grandpa nodded in agreement at me as he pulled his pants and underwear off. He was semi-hard as he sat back on the barstool. “Good lord Jim. What the hell are you packing there in your briefs?” Sammy asked and smiled. I took another step back into the lawn and was overtaken by the deepest wave of lust I have ever felt. The show was now mine now and I was about to play a few trump cards. I put my hands akimbo and let a large stream of beer piss pass through the white cotton. It ran down my legs and pooled at my feet. I slid my briefs off and continued pissing a fountain through my long rock hard cock onto the grass. “Damn Joe. Your Grandson didn’t fall far from the tree. Look at that huge equipment.” Sammy told Grandpa. I could see both men slowly jacking their erections watching me intently. I felt a kinky wave hit me hard. I pissed the last of my urine into my wet briefs, lifted it to my face, closed my eyes and began sucking the piss out of them. After a few seconds, I felt Grandpa rush up and put his arms around me. Be began kissing me aggressively on the face and neck. I opened my eyes as he cupped my wet crotch in his hands and started sucking one of my nipples. He was groaning madly. My cock was throbbing as I looked down at the bald hairy man I loved so deeply. I watched his passion intensify as he moved down, licking my flat stomach and navel. I took my briefs out of my mouth and looked over at Sammy who was standing by the bar drinking a beer sporting a big smile and still stroking a full hard on. I placed my hands on Grandpa’s hairy shoulders and pushed him down to my throbbing long cock. “Suck me Grandpa.” I said as he buried his head between my legs, licking my bloated balls hard. “Suck me Grandpa, please.” I begged. He needed no more direction as he pulled his head up and lowered his full lips down the entire shaft of my cock. I moaned very loudly. I have been waiting for this moment my whole life and could not believe it was finally happening. I could tell he was going for the gold as he put both hands on my tight butt and started face fucking me. I swiveled my hips and drove my long cock into his throat. He gagged a bit, but did not miss a stroke. I wasn’t going to disappoint him and knew I couldn’t last much longer. “Suck my big dick Grandpa.” I yelled as he bobbed his head faster on my dick, banging his forehead into my pubic hair. I arched my back, yelled a long groan and began pumping shot after shot after shot of cum into Grandpa’s mouth. He didn’t let up the pace and my body began to spasm uncontrollably. I begged him to stop, hitting him on the shoulders, but he wouldn’t. My knees finally gave way and I fell to the lawn. I was still dazed when I realized we were both on our knees, face to face. He pulled me into his sweat drenched hairy torso and began kissing me softly. I was delirious with love for this man and melted in his embrace. He opened his mouth and pushed his tongue into mine. It was still covered with my cum and I moaned lowly and repeatedly as we kissed passionately. Grandpa’s cock was fully erect and I began to slowly explore it and his big balls with my hands. We kept izmit sınırsız escort kissing deeply as I began to rub his dripping precum over the large head. I broke our kiss, quickly flipped on my back and slid between Grandpa’s knees. I looked up at his cock and hairy belly as he slowly lowered his bull balls onto my face. I could smell the accumulated sweat of the day and I began licking and sucking his sac hard. He moaned loudly as I reached up and began working on both hard nipples. I could smell an even sweeter musk as I slid back toward Grandpa’s bubble butt, my nose running up his crack to his hairless hole. “Oh my God Jimmy. Yes!” I could hear Grandpa say as I began swirling my tongue around his butt hole. I wanted to please him so very much, so I plunged my tongue in deeply. I felt him lower more weight as his butt checks covered my face. I sucked and tongued his ass hard, reached up and began jacking his cock. I wanted his load badly, so I pulled my head up and pulled his hairy back down so I could get to his fat cock. “Fuck my face Grandpa.” I said pulling his hips down on my face. His fat cock head slid deeply into my open mouth and he found a rhythm that was edging him on. I pulled my face up meeting each stroke. His big balls slapped on my forehead and began to tighten up. I wanted my first Grandpa load. I reached up and twisted his huge nipples hard and he began fucking my mouth with abandon. I gasped to find air between each stroke and could sense he was going to shoot. I could barely hear a loud yell from Grandpa when I tasted semen in my mouth. I lost count of the number of squirts as his pulsing cock shot more cum down my throat. He finally stopped pumping and slumped on top of me totally spent. I slowly worked my tongue around the head of his dick and Grandpa shuddered in response. We both slowly rolled on our backs trying to catch our breath in the deep afterglow. We were facing opposite directions and I slowly rubbed his hairy tummy. Grandpa’s eyes were closed and I think I could sense he was purring. “Are you two guys OK? Damn, get a room already.” Sammy laughed as walked over next to us and got down on his knees. “That was the most passionate sex I think I have ever seen. Was it your first time together?” “Grandpa, still dazed with eyes still closed, just nodded and said, “Yes, yes, yes.” Sammy patted both our tummies. “Fucking hot to watch. That was for sure.” He said and stood up. I looked up and could see his massive hard cock and extended foreskin up close for the first time. “I think you two need to be cooled off a bit.” Sammy said as he started to let his piss stream go through his thick foreskin, splashing wildly on both our torsos. My cock immediately hardened again and I opened my mouth invitingly. Sammy responded by directing the stream on my face. I gurgled and swallowed as much piss as I could. He then directed his piss to Grandpa’s open mouth. I looked over and saw that Grandpa had started to piss too. It was spraying up on his hairy stomach, chest and all the way to his face when I rolled over and took it in my mouth. It was an amazing feeling to drink piss directly from a fat cock. I swallowed as much as I could. I felt Sammy shake out what was left of his stream on my head. I couldn’t get enough wallowing in old man piss; I wanted more. “OK boys, half-time. That was a very well played first half.” Sammy chuckled. “Let’s shower up and have another beer. I think I have a few questions for you two young lovers.” Sammy said as he walked over to the outdoor shower area. Grandpa and I stood up and looked at each other’s drenched faces and bodies. We both giggled as we hugged each other closely. “I love you son.” “I love you right back Grandpa.” END OF PART 4 (Author’s Note: If you enjoy my stories, please feel free to write to me and converse. Also, please donate to Nifty to keep this website healthy.)

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