I was twenty-two when it finally happened. Home from college for the summer, I showed up at Grandpas big old farmhouse knowing Dad was already there helping with repairs. The place smelled like old wood, sweat, and motor oil. Grandpa met me at the door in nothing but faded jeans hanging low on his hips, his thick gray chest hair matted with sweat, and the heavy bulge of his cock already obvious.
About time you got here, boy, he growled, pulling me into a hug that pressed my face right against his hairy pecs. His hand dropped straight to my ass and squeezed hard. Your dads out back. Weve been talking about you.
Dad was in the barn, shirtless, jeans open at the fly, his thick uncut cock half-hard and swinging as he wiped grease off his hands. At forty-five he was still built like a bull, heavy arms, solid gut, and a fat dick that looked just like Grandpas only darker and veined. The second he saw me his eyes went dark.
Strip, Grandpa ordered, voice low and direct. Both of you. Been too long since the three of us were together like this.
I didnt hesitate. Jeans and shirt hit the dirt. My cock sprang up, already leaking. Dad stepped in first, grabbing my dick in his rough hand and giving it two slow strokes.
Look at that pretty young cock, he muttered. Just like mine when I was your age. Get on your knees.
I dropped. Grandpas jeans came down next, revealing a heavy, uncut nine inches, thick as my wrist, the head already shiny with precum. Dads cock flopped out right beside it, almost identical but a little shorter and thicker at the base. Three generations of the same heavy family meat lined up in front of my face.
I sucked Grandpa first, stretching my mouth around that fat head, tasting the salty musk of an older man who hadnt showered yet. Dad moved behind me, spreading my cheeks and spitting right on my hole before pushing two thick fingers in.
Fuck, hes tight, Dad said, voice rough. Gonna need to open him up before we both wreck this ass.
Grandpa held my head and fucked my throat slow and deep while Dad worked my hole, adding a third finger, then curling them until I moaned around the cock in my mouth. Spit ran down my chin onto my chest. I reached up and stroked both of them at once, feeling the difference in textureGrandpas looser foreskin, Dads tighter and veinier.
They moved me to an old blanket on the barn floor. Grandpa lay back, that massive cock standing straight up. Sit on it, he ordered. I straddled him, sinking down inch by inch, feeling my hole stretch around that thick head until it popped inside. The burn was perfect. I bottomed out with a groan, my own cock twitching against his hairy belly.
Dad knelt behind me, pushing my shoulders forward so my chest pressed to Grandpas. I felt the blunt head of his cock nudge against my already stuffed hole.
Relax, Dad said, voice dirty and calm. Were both going in.
It took time and more spit, but he worked his cock in alongside Grandpas. The stretch was obscene, two thick family cocks side by side inside me, rubbing together as they started to thrust. Every push dragged against my prostate and made my own dick leak onto Grandpas stomach. They fucked me in rhythm, Grandpas hands gripping my hips, Dads mouth on the back of my neck, biting.
Fuck yeah, Grandpa grunted. Take both our cocks like a good grandson. This hole was made for it.
Dad reached around and stroked my dick in time with their thrusts. Gonna breed you full, kid. Gonna pump you so full of cum youll be leaking for days.
They switched positions twice. First Dad lay back and I rode him while Grandpa fed me his cock again. Then they had me on all fours, Grandpa pounding my throat while Dad slammed into my ass, balls slapping. Sweat and spit and precum everywhere. The barn filled with the wet sounds of fucking and the low, filthy talk of three men who shared the same blood and the same hunger.
When they finally pulled out, they stood over me, stroking those heavy cocks. Grandpa came first, thick ropes splattering across my face and open mouth. Dad followed right after, adding his load to the mess, some of it landing on my tongue so I could taste both of them at once.
I jerked myself off with their cum on my face and came hard, shooting across the blanket while they watched.
Afterward we stayed there, breathing hard, cocks still half-hard and shiny. Grandpa wiped a streak of cum from my cheek with his thumb and pushed it into my mouth.
Next time, he said, were doing this in the house. Got the whole weekend.
Dad just laughed, low and satisfied, already reaching for my spent cock again.
Better rest up, boy. Were not done with that hole yet.
