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Subject: Three Generations of Dick Joe strode through the arrivals gate at the airport like a new man. He’d been in South East Asia for the better part of six months and had the scruffy long hair to prove it. It flopped down over his still extremely boyish face in a heavy brown mess. His cute little cheeks still framed his soft little dimples gaily, he smiled affectionately at his waiting father. Six months seemed to have changed a lot in Joe, his Dad thought. Although his shoulders still had the softness that young lads carry before they turn twenty, Joe now walked with more confidence than he had when he left. The two men, Joe and his father, embraced with warm tenderness. Never in his whole life had Joe been so far away from his family for so long. Their family was very small, considering that it was just Joe, his Dad and Granddad. This just made the feeling of seeing his Dad again all the more special. “Wow look at you!” His Dad stepped back giving his son a good look up and down. “You’re looking really… Grown up… Can I say that?” “Dad!” Joe blushed. “I mean I know you’re nineteen now, but son, seriously what’s with these trousers?” “Dad! They’re made of pure hemp.” Joe grinned. His 19th birthday party had taken place on an island in the south of Thailand. He’d never forget that evening! “Hemp?” Barry, Joe’s Dad, raised an eyebrow. “So I guess you’ve been having a few horizons expanded over in Thailand?” “Shall we say… it was pretty far out!?” “I can’t wait to hear all about it.” Barry gave Joe a big slap on the shoulder and led him towards the car. In the car Joe regaled his father with stories of his adventures in Thailand, Laos, Cambodia, Myanmar and Malaysia. He’d eaten more strange and wonderful things than he could put names to. He’d gotten caught out with tummy troubles for one very painful week in Cambodia but still managed to see Angkor Wat! On multiple occasions he’d thought he could handle more spice than he actually could and had ended up regretting it. All of Joe’s stories just made his Dad laugh. Barry was also gushing with pride. Although he’d travelled to some pretty exotic places in his time, he’d never had the get up and go to just travel solo for six months aged eighteen. The pride he felt threatened to explode his chest if he wasn’t careful. “So listen, son, for dinner, Grandpa has some pasta bake sitting in the oven. After all of the phone calls we thought that you’d appreciate something cheesy and plain?” “Dad, you read my mind!” Joe swaggered into the house, giving Grandpa a great big hug as he pottered around the kitchen. After a quick shower he came back down the stairs to sit with the two older men who made up his family. Dad and Granddad listened eagerly to Joe’s stories. Sipping on their wine as he spoke. The food was quite filling, Joe found. Having not eaten pasta or cheese in several months he found that he was feeling a little spaced out by the heaviness of the food and the strength of the wine. “So…” Grandpa sat back in his chair. “Hemp trousers ‘ey?” he smirked to himself. “Reminds me of the 70’s.” and with that he shuffled over to the kitchen counter and produced a small wooden box. He opened the box and proceeded to start rolling a joint. Barry sat looking slightly bemused. Joe was at once confused and a little awkward. “Granddad you smoke ganja?” Joe’s jaw dropped. On his travels around South East Asia he’d smoked his fair few joints but had never gaziantep escort imagined that Grandpa did anything like that! “You bet I do!” Granddad grinned at the young whipper-snapper. “Kid, I’ve been smoking spliffs since before you were born…” Joe was initially embarrassed to take a doobie off his Grandpa but after his father laughed encouragingly, he quickly relaxed into the extended holiday vibe. Grandpa told Joe how he’d expected that Joe would take up smoking the herb whilst he was on a gap year, it was quite normal, he commented with a chuckle. Joe’s Dad, much to his surprise, also took a couple of drags. Joe enquired how they had kept it a secret from him for so long. He’d never in his wildest dreams imagined that coming home from a tour of travelling would have changed everything this much. Barry laughed at this comment and told Joe that it wasn’t things that had changed, just Joe. Dad and Granddad had been smoking weed for most of Joe’s life, he’d just never noticed because he’d been pretty tame and focused so much on studying. Joe had only actually smoked Mary Jane for the first time in Thailand, in fact, he realised, the reason the smell had been so familiar was because Grandpa always had a faint aroma of weed. Now it dawned on him as the purple haze set in, that all of those times that Grandpa went out for a smoke and came back all chilled out � well they were pretty self evident now! Joe started giggling almost uncontrollably, Dad and Granddad also started laughing. It was about this point in the conversation when Joe realised that his head was not feeling great. The room, it seemed, was wobbling around him at some crazy speed. When Dad and Granddad spoke, he heard the words like slow motion tapes, but struggled to understand what was being said. In a mini fit of panic he declared that he needed to go and lie down and stood up faster than he should have done. The world around him vanished abruptly into a curtain of blackness and for a brief eternity Joe was floating through a wobbly black void, terrified that at any moment he was going to be sick. Joe had no idea how long he was floating through that blackness when slowly through the wobbly void he began to see his Dad’s face, fuzzy and distant and upside down but it was getting clearer as the blackness slowly toned down. His Dad’s face got closer and clearer and the world around became gradually lighter and more visible. Much to Joe’s surprise, he could feel his Dad’s hands on his face, feel them traipsing along the slender line of his smooth chest. His head was wobbling, lolling unsteadily backwards on his neck. He felt dizzy and confused, but extremely good. Barry’s face was hovering inches from his eyes, beaming a massive smile at him. Joe couldn’t pinpoint the strange wet noises he was hearing through the fuzzy haze in his head, but he realised slowly that he had a massive boner. His dick felt amazing. Looking down he realised that he was naked, Grandpa was down at his groin servicing his good sized teenage dick whilst Dad stood behind him, leaning over him kissing his lips and tweaking his nipples. Joe struggled to make sense of what he was looking at through his stoned haze. He was enjoying the sensations so much that the part of his brain that wanted to panic and run was almost silent. He chuckled slightly, feeling his prick straining inside Granddad’s mouth. Then for a brief moment he resisted. Pushing against his suriyeli escort father he tried to jump up but he was so stoned! His Dad hardly had to use any strength to hold him still. The weed totally zapped whatever strength he should have had and he simply couldn’t bring himself to move that far that fast. He kept struggling slightly under his Dad’s strong arms but his struggles became weaker and less involved. It actually felt amazing having that experienced old mouth working his youthful cock and the longer he stayed there the less he felt he the urge to resist. Dad’s lips pressed up against his own, big, soft and wet. He couldn’t resist the tingling whole body pleasure as Grandpa took the entirety of him into his mouth in one long sloppy sounding motion. His whole dick vanished into that bearded older mouth right down to the pubes. He could feel it inside his Grandpa, twitching with jolts of joy. Dad kept on twisting Joe’s nipples as he nibbled on the soft line of his neck, nuzzling the raspy grit of his greying stubble along that cute little twink neck. Joe’s Dad licked from his collar bone right up to his earlobe in one deliberate slow motion and through the purple haze it felt extra amazing for Joe. He moaned with pleasure. “Oh my God.” Joe wriggled his hips, his member still deep in Grandpa’s practised mouth. Barry pinched Joe’s nipples even more and the boy closed his eyes as he let out a gay moan. “Oh fuck! Dad! That feels so good!” He was surprised to hear himself say the words, but the second he’d said them his Dad started kissing him again. Slow, passionate and deep wet kisses that consumed the whole of his mouth and the front of his face. Dad kissed like a real man. Joe was so deep in the pleasure of the moment. The familial thrill of being pleasured by both Dad and Granddad, that he didn’t realise how much salty pre cum he was leaking into Grandpa’s grateful older mouth. Dad leaned back from their passionate kiss and pulled Grandpa up to kiss Joe’s soft lips. Granddad’s skin was rough and tanned, he still looked quite manly for his sixties. Joe felt his old man’s hard rod behind his head and his Granddad’s nudging at his perineum. In no time at all, Dad’s prick, hard and long with a single thick vein running along the left hand side, was there between Joe and his Granddad’s lips. The two of them, youngest and oldest, sandwiched the middle generation. Licking along the hard shaft their tongues met at the tip of Barry’s cock. Their tongues glided over the pre cum covered head and met in a full embrace. Granddad tasted different to Dad, coarser, mustier perhaps, but either way he was an even better kisser than Dad. His tongue moved into Joe’s mouth perfectly, flowing into every corner like it owned the place. Whilst they kissed, Barry thrust his dick back in between them until Granddad took it all, noshing him off like he had done to Joe. “Oh Daddy!” Barry’s head was hanging backwards. “No one sucks cock better than you!” Trapped under the weight of all this horny intergenerational sex was really turning Joe on. He lay back, watching Granddad take his Dad into his mouth and felt his own cock tingling with desire. Joe licked his Dad’s big hairy balls and rubbed his hips up against his Grandpa, still feeling the older man’s hard member pushing up against his behind. He’d never even thought of being fucked before and suddenly with that hard shaft pushed up rus escort against him, he wanted it more than anything in the world. Joe wasn’t sure how to ask for it, so he pushed his hips further towards Grandpa’s big nob, feeling the warmth of it pushing against his hole. After rubbing up and down against Granddad for a few breaths, the old man realised what Joe was motioning for. He left Barry’s cock to bob up and down in front of Joe’s face as he pulled back and spat on his own before pushing it against Joe’s hole. Joe leaned over and started to suck his old man’s prick as Granddad pushed into his hole. The sensation was unlike anything Joe and experienced before. Feeling his virgin arsehole being stretched like that was something altogether unique. It felt amazing. With every gentle push of that seasoned older dick, he felt his hole spreading slightly wider. Each slight expansion of his tight arse brought a moment of pain followed by a pang of pleasure. Whilst this was happening, he was still busy taking his Dad into his mouth, taking that cock as far as it would go, lapping up the taste of his Dad’s pre cum. The same cum that had made him! Grandpa tapped Joe on the hips and motioned for him to roll over. Joe was now on all fours on the sofa with Granddad pushing up into his arse and his Dad fucking his face. Oh my God! Joe thought, I’m being spit roasted! It was as if Grandpa knew exactly what speed to go to avoid hurting him too much. With slow and gentle movements of his hips the old man pushed ever deeper into Joe until all the young lad could feel was his arse! His world spun excitedly around his arse and he moaned in pleasure. Granddad was entirely in his arse, every single inch had filled him up! With practised motions Grandpa pulled back and forth. At first he was gentle, giving Joe time to adjust to being full and then empty. Then he started moving faster, pushing a little deeper and a little further, all the while Joe eagerly gobbled up his Dad’s hard prick. The old man’s thrusts into his hole started getting faster and harder, banging all the way through his body. Joe moaned louder and louder as each thrust became more powerful and more filling than the last. The old man’s pace started quickening, Joe could hear the backs of his thighs slapping against Granddad’s hips. His Dad started jerking off over his face, looking down into his son’s eyes with a gleam of pride he winked at him lovingly. “I’m really close!” Joe gasped. “FUCK!” Granddad thrust with all of his force into Joe’s tight little hole. Joe screamed with joy, feeling the old man unloading hot Grandpa jizz into his little virgin hole. Grandpa kept on thrusting back and forth, progressively getting slower with each pump and each thrust. Barry wasn’t far behind. He let loose like a hose exploding over Joe’s face. With a loud manly roar he shot a long hot stream of cum and it splattered all over the boy’s face. Joe licked at the cum, feeling shocked at how much it was turning him on having cum at both ends! That was when Joe shot his own load in one prolonged wave of pleasure it splattered all over the couch underneath him. “Shit!” Joe rested his head back on the sofa, surveying the damage and all of a sudden feeling very self conscious about the fact that he was naked with his Dad and Granddad. “What just… I mean… that was awesome… But fuck…” “Sit back son.” Dad pulled up a chair. “Now you’re a man, you’re old enough and experienced enough to take part in our little family ritual…” “Wow…” “Yep.” Grandpa gave him a little kiss. “Your old man and I are going to teach you a hell of a lot more.” If you enjoyed this story visit my blog http://theoriginalskyboss.blogspot.co.uk/ for more
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