Warning! This story involves incest. Do not continue if you are likely to be offended!

Note: If you missed Parts One and Two of Dynasty, you can start reading them here: Dynasty: Third Generation

What looks of shock and surprise on the three faces looking up at me from the bottom of the stairs! Three people were gathered down there: My son young Jim, his friendly brother-in-law Kevin, and my grandson Boy. And it wasn't hard for them to figure out I'd just been fucking Boy's buddy Poco.

Even though I'd been caught out doing the naughties, I had to laugh, actually. Their surprise that an old guy like me, father to one of them and grandfather to another, might be interested in sex at all, let alone man-to-man sex, was priceless. I couldn't resist rubbing it in their faces. Slipping my arm around Poco's waist, I taunted them:

"Man-sex with Poco is OK for you, isn't it Boy?" I asked my grandson. "Well, it's OK for me, too. And don't try to tell me you and Kevin haven't been fucking each other for years, Son," I shot at my son. "Well, it's my turn now! And it seems Poco here just loves older guys like me!" Their eyes widened even more with surprise.

It had been an afternoon of surprises, so far. I had refused to come to the beach house when Jim Jr. asked me to join them not because I was still in mourning for my wife Lorna, as they thought, but because I was hoping to hook up with a young man I'd met online. He said he was into fucking and being fucked. But he chickened out when it came down to the crunch.

I had always liked young guys. I had my first tasted of man-sex when I joined the army soon after Lorna and I were married. It was the only work I could find at the time. I was stationed in Wset Gernmay. Lorna remained in Canada. I hooked up with another young guy in my unit and we fucked each other whenever we could find somewhere safe to do so or we went on leave together. It was nothing too serious. I still loved my wife and hated being away from her. My fuck-buddy made the absence more bearable. But after five years, the economy was picking up. There were far more job opportunities for guys like me back in Canada, so I said goodbye to my buddy, quit the forces, and went home to Lorna.

In the years that followed, bringing up our only son, and then his son after that, I never again cheated on Lorna. But I never forgot that delicious man-sex from my army days, either. When Lorna passed away, it didn't take me long to find gay sites on the internet. I'd managed to hook up with horny young men a few times, but nothing serious or permanent, and nothing anal – just mutual masturbation and blow-jobs.

When Jim Junior's wife died, more than twenty years back, and her brother Kevin moved in to help him through the tough times, I had watched the bond grow between them. I saw it grow into a permanent bond, and knew right away when they became lovers instead of friends. Oh, yes, they tried to hide it, but over the years I saw plenty of evidence that they were lovers, that fucking each other. I envied them a little. I knew they must be having the sort of intimacy and sex-life I had enjoyed in the army.

And Boy, of course, had told me and Lorna he was gay. We met a number of his boyfriends after that, and I always felt that I was missing what he was enjoying.

When my internet tryst fell through, I decided, "What the hell. I'll go to the beach house after all – surprise them." The road down to the house from the highway is mostly through forest, except when it crosses through the back of the Brown farm, and the parking area is screened from the beach by the house itself. So I wasn't surprised no-one came to greet me. They'd all be down at the beach now, for sure. They wouldn't even realize I was here.

I lugged my suitcase into the house and up to my bedroom. I was sure they were using it, but we'd work out the sleeping arrangements later.

I got the surprise of my life when I swung open the door. There, asleep in my bed, was a young man. I felt like one of the bears in the Goldilocks story: "Someone's been sleeping in my bed – and he's still there!" I soon guessed the young man must be Boy's guest. He was on top of the covers, and wearing just his underpants. He must have been having a horny dream, because he had a noticeable woody. Seeing it made my own cock stir.

I had intended to just slip into my bathing suit and head down to the beach, where I knew I would find the others. I had managed to strip down to my underpants, bulged out a little by my swelling cock, when the young man stirred and opened his eyes.

"Hey!" he said.

"Sorry to wake you," I told mim. "I'm Boy's grampa."

"Good to meet you," he rasped, still a little soggy from his nap. "I'm Poco. Boy's friend."

The young man suddenly became aware of the woody in his undies, and attempted to pull a pillow over it. I laughed. My own grew more noticeable.

"Don't be shy," I laughed. "It looks very interesting." He laughed along with me.

"So does yours," he added, and sat up, discarding the pillow, which fell to the floor. I picked it up and hit him with it, pillow-fight style. He laughed again. "Want to play, do you, old man?"

"Even at my age, I'm sure I could beat you at most things," I told him.

Somehow, before I knew it, we were both on the bed, play-wrestling and fooling round, Poco calling me "Old Man" and I calling him "Kiddo." And we soon both had very stiff cocks bursting out of out undies!

After a few minutes we took a breather from our scuffling, and at that point both of us knew just where this was leading. Here we were, two very horny men, one in his late sixties and the other barely in his twenties, but horny men never-the-less, and horny for each other! Without a word, we both discarded our useless underpants, and lay back on the bed together.

Poco grasped my cock, pulled back my foreskin, bent his head, and licked my cock.

"Mmm, love that man-taste," he told me. "I love the smell of old men!"

"What do old men smell like?" I asked, a bit abashed.

"They smell like pee, a little," he told me.

"I do?" I asked.

"A little," he confirmed. "But I like the smell."

I considered this information. I had to admit that since my prostate surgery some years before, my bladder had been a little weakened and I occasionally 'leaked' a little. I usually wore a minimal pad in my undies for this problem. I'd also had some problems getting an erection for a while, but then I discovered daily dose Cialis. All of a sudden I could get rock hard again. But a new problem occurred. Sometimes my woody just wouldn't go away for ages. I sensed that this was going to be one of those times.

"I want to eat your ass out," Poco told me. I'd heard of "rimming" before, but I had never done it and never had it done to me.

"My word, you're not shy about what you want, are you?" I said.

"Shy guys don't get laid," he told me. "So lie back and spread your legs and lift your ass so I can get at it!"

I did as I was ordered, not quite knowing what to expect.

Poco knelt at the side of the bed, and dragged my butt round a bit so that he could get at it more easily. Then he leaned into my ass.

"Mmmm, smells sweaty and hot," he exclaimed, and then he buried his face in my ass crack. I felt his tongue licking at my hole. It was heavenly!

I had never felt anything quite like this before. His probing tongue was driving me wild; but when he ran his stubbled chin over my hole, already sensitized by his tongue, the delicious pain mixed with pleasure made me want to scream. Then his tongue was pushing inside me, lubricating my hole with his saliva. He was poking it into me, opening me, making me want more. My hole was pulsing, trying to grasp his thrusting tongue and pull it into me.

"You want me to fuck you?" Poco asked from somewhere in the area of my asshole.

"Oh, yes! Yes!" I cried. It had been about forty years since I had been fucked. I wanted it so badly!

I stayed in the same somewhat awkward position as Poco stood beside the bed. He took some KY from a nearby nightstand. Boy and Poco had obviously come prepared for butt-fucking. He squeezed some onto his hand and fingered a little into my hole. I watched him spread the rest liberally along the length of his stiff dick.

When Poco positioned his throbbing dick head against my man-hole it puckered involuntarily, wanting the intrusion to come. I felt a little pressure and relaxed, allowing my hole to open to receive the incoming invader. It welcomed the attacking force and surrendered to the inevitable. Poco's dick-head was soon buried in me. I could feel it stretching my entry-way, making it ready for the rest to follow. Then he was through the second ring. His head was fully inside me. A little pressure and it moved on further up inside me until his whole shaft was buried in my ass. I fell a thrill of completion.

"Fuck me," I begged. "Fuck me hard! It's been so long!"

Poco grabbed up a cap which had been laying on the bed and popped it onto his head.

"Yeah," he cried. "Let's play ball!"

If we were playing ball, it was his baseball bat which was buried in me, moving in and out like a piston. His cock was long and hard, and each thrust pounded into me. My own cock was rock-hard, too, wanting to cum, throbbing with passion.

When Poco came deep inside me, I could actually feel it squirt. He squirted again and again. He was still spurting when he pulled out of me, and a new flow dribbled onto the sheets.

At the same time, my own cock exploded and a geyser of cum shot into the air and dropped all over me - my stomach, my chest, my chin.

That felt great!" I told Poco, as he squeezed the last of his cum out of his still-hard cock. "Are you finished now?"

"That's up to you!" he told me. "I can usually cum three, maybe four, times in a row if I'm horny enough – and you sure make me horny, Old Man. I used to dream about having sex with an old man, like my grandfather, and now it's coming true."

"Well, I'm still hard," I observed. "Mostly the effect of the Cialis, I think, but your hot young cock also helps, I'm sure. Want to play some more?"

"Get up here beside me, and I'll see what I can do," I patted the bed beside where I lay, and Poco clambered on and lay beside me.

I got a tremendous thrill out of rubbing my cock with one hand and Poco's cock with the other. He groaned with pleasure as I stroked him. I could feel his cock hardening again already.

"You like that, eh, Kiddo?"

"Oh, yes," he moaned.

"Let's see how you like this," I told him, and bent my head to his cock, opened my mouth, and took his knob into it. I loved the texture of his cock knob and the taste of the left-over semen, the saltiness of the cum and sweat, even the nutty taste of the inside of my own asshole which lingered on his cock.

At first I didn't think I'd be able to get much of his large cock in my mouth, but each time I pushed my head down on it, Poco's cock went further into my mouth and down my throat. By changing the angle of my approach I could get more an more of it into me, and it got harder and longer.

I began to bob my head harder and faster as his dick grew, swallowing more and more of it each time.

Poco was a sexual screamer, and cried out each time his cock drove down my throat. "Oh! Ohh! Ooooh! Ow!" he cried. "Yes. yes!" then he warned me, "If you keep that up, I'll cum again in no time."

I took his dick from my mouth long enough to tell time, "That's fine, as long as you think you'l be able to get it up again fairly soon, but even if you can't, that's OK, because I'm going to fuck you, Kiddo!"

"Great!" he responded, and I resumed pumping away at his cock with my mouth and throat. I was busy pulling my own pudd as I gobbled on Poco's wood.

Soon his cries reached a peak, and I felt his cock beginning to pulse. In a moment, hot cum was flooding my mouth, running out and down my chin, dribbling onto Poco's chest. I swallowed what I could, but much escaped. My own cock responded and pulsed, and shot another stream of whitish cum into the air and all over both of us. But I sensed that wouldn't be the end of me. I knew Cialis was doing its job!

Spent for the moment, we both flopped back on the bed, side by side.

At some time during our playing round, I had sensed rather than seen or heard someone else in the house. One or all of the others must be back from the beach. But I didn't give a damn whether they had heard Poco's sex cries or not. I was having the time of my life, the first man-sex for me in forty years, and I wasn't about to stop now for anyone!

"I think Boy might be back, and maybe the other two. Does that bother you?" I asked.

"No," Poco assured me. "Boy and I are not lovers; we're just fuck buddies while we look for the right guy. He won't mind if I fuck someone else – except …" He hesitated.

"Except that I'm his grandfather?" I finished.

"Well, yes," he nodded.

"Let me worry about that!" I informed him. "You ready to play some more?" I asked.

"Hell yes!" the boy agreed.

Both Poco's cock and my own were wet with cum as I stroked his some more and he stoked mine.

"Looks like that Cialis stuff sure works good for you," he marvelled. "Wonder it would work for me," he pondered.

"I don't think you need it," I laughed. Amazingly, his cock was hardening already only minutes after shooting a second load of cum. My own had not yet gone down, which I was thankful for. I just hoped it was not going to be one of those four hour hards they warn you about in the literature.

"Are you ready for me to try fucking you?" I asked.

"Sure am," he replied eagerly. "Do it this way," he commanded, spreading his legs and lifting them to expose his sweet hole. It didn't take me long to wriggle in between his legs on my knees and poke my rod at that sweet dimple. I liberally lubricated my cock and Poco's rosebud with some of the KY from the tube Poco had left on the bed.

I was surprised when I slid into him so easily, and that he didn't cry out or wince at all. Then I realized that Boy and Poco had probably fucked several times since they had arrived at the beach house, loosening him up.

It was when I began thrusting back and forth in his hole that Poco became vocal. He groaned, screamed, or cried out with every thrust, as if he were in pain – but delicious pain. There was no doubt that he was enjoying being impaled by my penis. And his cries were not quiet. Everyone in the house must have heard them.

"Fuck me, Old Man," he cried. "Fuck me hard!" I pounded at his ass, but it was awkward on my knees. I wasn't as young as I used to be. I forced him onto his side, my dick still inside him, and lay beside him, spooned into him. It gave me the freedom to fuck him hard without the restriction of being in a cramped crouch.

"Do you want me to cum inside me, or to cum all over you?" I asked, know it would be long at this rate.

"In my ass," he begged. "Put your cum inside me!"

Even as he said it, I felt my juices forcing their way up my tubes and bursting forth into his colon. I had the feeling a new life was being created here – a new life for me. This would not be the only time or the last time I would fuck a man, I was sure. Maybe I would get to fuck this same young man again. Who knows?

I joined in his sex cries with a triumphant "Oh, yes!!!" as I blew my third load in less than an hour deep into him.

"Fuck that was good!" sighed Poco as I withdrew my cock, now feeling a little sore, from his asshole. It came out wet and red, and a dribble of cum followed it. Who cared? They were my sheets and my bed, after all.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?" the young man asked. "I have to leave in the morning. But I'l be back next weekend!"

"Won't Boy mind?" I asked.

"Nah, I don't think so. We're just fuck buddies. He knows I'm into older men – older like you! But except for the perverted old trolls that haunt the clubs, older guys are hard to find."

"Well, as long as Boy doesn't mind. Right now I guess we'd better go and face the music."

Poco and I both pulled on our undies. In this house, where there were no longer any women, there was no real point in getting fully dressed. And so we emerged from the bedroom to find three very surprised men waiting for us at the bottom of the stairs.

All three of them looked a little sheepish after my outburst about their sex lives. I had never really talked about it with Boy before, and Jim Junior and Kevin had never had an inkling that their secret wasn't so secret. Even Lorna had guessed about them.

"Jimmy deserves to be happy," she had said to me. "Even if it is with Mary's brother. They are a lovely couple!"

As Poco and I went downstairs, Jim Junior, recovered from his surprise, observed:

"Oh, boy! There must be something in our genes. Father, son, and grandson. We all fuck guys. I had never guessed, Pop!"

"Well, apart from one little fling forty years ago, I've kept my nose clean until now," I told them. "I've always liked men, especially young men, but I also loved you mother. I would never have hurt her."

"And you've known about Kevin and I for a long time?" Jim Junior commented. "And you never said anything?"

"There was nothing to be said," I told him. "It was your life, and as long as you were discreet and happy, it was no-one's business but your own."

"Boy," I said. "Poco and I are getting along just great. Will it be OK if he and I sleep in my room tonight? You can sleep on the couch."

"Sure, Gramps," Boy told me. "Whatever makes you happy."

"You all make me happy," I told them. "Now let's get cracking on some food and drink. There's a cooler full of beer and wine in my trunk, and bags of groceries on the back seat. You young'uns go get them, and we'll have a big family dinner."

"I think this is going to be a real interesting holiday week," Boy observed. He was already looking at our family through new eyes.

"Could be," I agreed. "As they say, the family that plays together stays together!"

Everyone chuckled knowingly, almost guiltily, as they savoured the meaning of the play on the old adage. Yes, the coming week is sure to be interesting.

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