Daddy’s Dick

When I got home that day, I found Brutus in my house, just as Dad said. He was walking through my living room with a cold beer in his hands and absolutely nothing else on. His big dick was swinging like a pendulum on a clock and I suddenly thought about why they called the front of a clock a face...because Geoff was about to put his there.

I saw him do a live presentation of the video on my phone and when I realized my cock was threatening to break thru my zipper, I stepped back out of the bedroom before my fetish was discovered and put on display. I went to the living room and turned on the tv so I could cover the noise. Not the face fucking sounds, but the slapping of my hand on my erection as I jerked off.

A half hour later I was amazed to find them still at it. Only this time Geoff was squatting in a cowboy pose over the fucking horse post jutting up from the center of our bed. Brutus saw me at the door and grinned before rising to a kneeling position and begin deep dicking Geoff with his strong black fingers digging into his plump waistline.

An hour, and many squeaking bedsprings later, I heard them rising from the bed. Brutus came out of the bedroom wearing a loose fitting pair of shorts with his arm draped over Geoff's shoulder. He kissed my man as they reached the kitchen and he turned to face me. He told me to tell my dad that the debt was settled. Then as he ran his large hand over my baby's inflamed ass he added that he was inclined to let him wager again. Then he slid a finger into the wet hole as a trickle of cum poured out onto the linoleum. Geoff just groaned as he turned to face Brutus and kissed him again.

A half hour later, our guest was gone but I could see that Geoff was still thinking about him. That's when we had the talk about everything. He thought I was throwing him out but I reassured him that I still was madly in love with him. That I couldn't believe that he had gone to such great lengths to overcome his gagging issues just for me.

Then I admitted that I had an unnatural desire to watch him swallow other fellow's organs and take their loads like a porn slut. I figured that I could keep that part of me hidden but when I saw Brutus fucking your hole with that huge python of his, I went nuts. I haven't cum that hard just watching the man I love become such a slut for another man's pleasure ever. I know I could never thrill you like they do and I want you to be satisfied always.

It was then that we decided that we'd explore finding bulls to satisfy Geoff and me. It turns out that Geoff was excited having me watching him pleasure a man like he did. Only he wanted to be used like a five dollar whore. From that day on, we began looking online for a man to possibly become a regular playmate.

Things became much closer between Geoff and me as we started to talk more and open up. We had the occasional three-way fun with guys that met Geoff's desires. I tried to figure out his mindset but there was no one particular look that did it. It was more of the personality than the appearance, although having an extraordinarily long or thick dick didn't hurt... much.

Around a month later Dad, who had continued making his weekly visits, mentioned that Grandpa Martin was coming into town to spend a week. I think he was trying to find relatives to pawn him off as he really didn't get along too well with my mother's dad.

I looked at Geoff and said that we would love to have him overnight during that time as I always loved hearing him tell us tales about his adventures in the Pacific Northwest. It was decided that he'd come spend a night and he could get to know Geoff a little better as he only got to meet him once when we visited for a cousin's wedding.

We all got together his first night for a dinner and to welcome to town. Geoff didn't remember him much but I couldn't wait to hug him and feel his strong arms surround my chest. He was only 5'7" but in my mind he was always a giant. I felt like a ten year old as I felt his arms wrap me in a bear hug and his now white beard tickled my face as he gave me a kiss on the cheek. I towered over him but I still felt like I was looking up to him.

He didn't hold back either when it came to Geoff. He wrapped Geoff in a similar hug and he even kissed him too, but I couldn't see too clearly as I thought he was more on the mouth than his cheek. We sat around the dinner table as he regaled us with what he'd been up to, including building a koi pond in his back yard and growing his own patch of pumpkins for this year's Halloween harvest. I had no doubt that he'd get those huge twenty five pounders, too.

When I told him that Geoff and I were planning hosting him for one night of his stay, his face lit up like a pinball machine. He was on board with the plan. When we went home, he hugged us at the door and whispered that he couldn't wait to experience my hospitality.

On the ride home, Geoff told me that he thought my Grandpa was interesting and then he asked me if I knew that he hung thick? That cock felt like a club sandwich in his pocket as he hugged me. I could see him being a Daddy as well as a grampa!

I play punched his arm and told him that he was my PawPaw but the seed was planted in my mind. I texted Dad the next day to make sure that Wednesday night was good and he said yes and that you and Geoff made quite the impression last night.

I mentioned that he did too. Right into Geoff's right leg. There were bubbles on the screen before dad typed that he might've let slip about Geoff being a recent student of his at his deep throat academy. Your grandpa was interested in this. When I mentioned that he might be willing to give a demonstration, well, your grandpa had to leave the room. I'm pretty sure he jerked out a load.

Well this will be a bit of info I better share with Geoff. He has the right to know he was right about PawPaw wanting to do more than just talk.

That night I figured the best way to let Geoff know about things was to just let him read my texts. When he handed me my phone back his eyes were wild as he grinned. We shall see where this goes, but I'm not going to hit on your grampa. He has to make the first move.

We drove over Wednesday evening to pick up grampa in my pickup and on the way back to our place he sat between us in the cab. It was barely a mile down the road before grampa grabbed Geoff's hand and placed it in his growing crotch. He just smiled as he said he was too old to waste time trying to figure things out. I know you want this and from what Sam tells me, I definitely want it too. Hand, mouth, and ass.

As Geoff started exploring his crotch, grampa just grunted "Goddam, Sam was right about the sexy fucker being the best thing to happen to this family in years"

When we got home I grabbed grampa's suitcase as Geoff led him into our home. By the time I got inside and the door closed and locked, I turned around to see grampa sitting on the couch with his pants undone and my baby face down performing Mouth to Dick Resuscitation.

As Grampa bounced Geoff's head with his calloused hand he looked up at me."Sam said he thought you might just be wimp, but I can tell by that boner you're hiding you're a full blown cuck. Doesn't bother me. To each their own. Like I'm going to be feeding this handsome bastard as much of my pecker juice as I can while I'm here."

Grampa moaned I'm pleasure as he directed my baby onto his cock. At one point he pulled Geoff off his pulsing cock and made him tongue his large saggy nuts. They became more intensely aroused under my man's ministrations and by the time he lifted his face back up to the cock bouncing against his forehead, they glistened in the lamplight with the saliva coating from Geoff.

It was at this point that I finally saw what grampa was assaulting my boyfriend's face with. Holy geez!! I never realized just how thick a duck could get. It was literally bigger around than a pop can. I was quite impressed at Geoff's oral skills as it had to be hard to swallow a hog that girthy.

When grampa saw my face he laughed at my expression. He told me that his side of the family was blessed with some thick as fuck cocks. Too bad you didn't get my thickness with your old man's length. You could be earning some easy money in porn!

Instead, it looks like I have to receive the pleasure for all of us. And from what your father tells me, this fellow has been receiving DNA from many of the guys in this town. Time for me to add a healthy batch from my family line. Then he growled like a rabid dog as he gripped the back of Geoff's head and pushed down firmly. He was a short old man but his arms were like steel traps as he held my baby tightly against his glistening balls while they emptied into his mouth.

"God dam that was some fucking great head! Better than your MeMaw ever could give. Better than that redhead at the bar your dad took me too after I let slip I hadn't gotten any head in years. Dumbass believed me, too. Tried to get in my good graces by setting me up with the town slut. She was good and I didn't have to pay for it. Don't be a dumbass like your dad, Boy!"

Then he released Geoff's head and gave him a hand as he stood up from the floor. Grampa then stood and kissed him before sliding his polo shirt over his head revealing a hairy chest coated in fur on his magnificent dad bod. He let his pants slide to the floor and instructed Geoff to remove his shoes for him.

As my man knelt and untied his shoes, he ran his fingers through his short hair. As he finished the second shoe, he turned around and pulled Geoff face first into his ass. It was once muscular and beefy but time had given it a slight droop.

"Tongue it, bitch" was all he said as he forced Geoff into his hairy crack. In disbelief I watched my boyfriend snake his tongue out and lick along the hairlined crevice. Over and over again my boyfriend licked the canal making it a sloppy wet mess as his tongue found the rosebud yearning to be treasured. I heard grampa groan when Geoff ran his tongue first across his sensitive hole then pierced the breach and began to lick his insides.

"That's it, you little bastard, eat my fucking hole. Tongue punch my rectum and make me believe you live to serve me!". Grampa continued to act like he not only was controlling my boyfriend, but he was his owner and was doing whatever he fucking wanted. He bounced his hips as he rode Geoff's face spouting the profanity of the moment which came courtesy of the intense waves of pleasure.

As he rode my man's face he was beating his pole again to another climax which was fast approaching. As his voice rose in tone from the low gravelly bass to the excited baritone his thick pecker waved harshly under the stroking from his own right hand. At one point he reached a point if no return and he stepped off Geoff's tongue and spun around to point his thick beast at my man's face. He grunted twice before howling out loud the word 'Slut' and coating Geoff's right side of his face with cum.

There were ropes of cum slathered from his eye brow to his chin and another two shots went across the bridge of his nose. Amazingly he managed to keep from shooting him in the eye, as his load was quite voluminous.

As he calmed back down, he slowly slid his thick fingers through the mess, scooping it up and then feeding it into my baby's mouth. Grampa stood before Geoff with one hand holding his hair as the other scraped his load off the face canvas and fed the art work to my man. And Geoff was completely under the spell as he allowed him to degrade him to be his personal fuck toy. Not a partner, a fuck toy.

Just to make things more cemented in the hierarchy grampa claimed, he told Geoff to stand and kiss me. He watched with glee as I submitted as well and kissed Geoff with his load still on his face and definitely in his mouth. Then just to add another twist, I licked Geoff's sticky cheek and cleaned the remnants of Grandpa's load from his face.

When I finished kissing Geoff, I turned to see Grandpa with another hardon, ready for the next event. He sent Geoff to our bedroom to get the lube and to ditch the clothes as well. After Geoff left the room grampa gave me a smug sneer as he told me that I chose a fine slut for a boyfriend. Carry my suitcase into my room and then call your mother and let her know that I'll be staying here an extra night. Then go get us a pepperoni pizza with exactly thirty-two pepperoni slices. When it's done I want you to count them and make sure they're all there before you bring it home.

That should take you at least forty-five minutes. If not drive around until the time expires. Then you may come home and we'll all have a late dinner. Your man is going to howl like I'm murdering him when I open his ass up and I don't want you trying to interfere. Once I get inside he'll be begging never to leave it. I intend to fill it with my load then after dinner I'm going back in, to let my pecker swim in the pool of jizz. Now off you go, grandcuck, your PawPaw has work to do.