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It’s Christmas morning, I’m too excited and can’t sleep so I'm the first out of bed. I am super excited this year. Usually, I get shipped off to Mom’s place for the holidays. But this year I finally get to spend Christmas with the guys. It is the stipulation of their divorce. Mom got me until I turned 18 and that’s when I could decide where I want to spend the holidays. I bury my nose in my Lucky Charms, searching for the various hidden marshmallow shapes on the box as I scoop spoonfuls of sugary goodness into my mouth. We opened gifts last night. My Christmas fleece robe feels so comfortable, snuggling my body as I eat. Every now and then I glance out the panoramic windows lining the north side of the log cabin we’re vacationing in. Another snowstorm is moving in, adding even more snow to what already blanketed everything last night. I look up and see Dad walk down the stairs, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He walks over and starts up the coffee machine. It’s one of my favorite smells – the scent of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the crisp, pungent aroma of the Christmas tree next to the fireplace. I swirl my cereal, chasing bits of milk-drenched cereal with my spoon when Dad walks over. “Merry Christmas, Baby Boy,” he says as he tousles my hair. “I’m not a baby anymore!” I pull my head away from Dad’s hand. “Well, you sure couldn’t tell by the lack of hair on your chest,” Robbie ribs, reaching into my robe to rub the smooth skin of my chest before opening the top of his robe and puffing out his pelt of chest hair. “You’ll always be my Baby Boy.” Before I can protest, Dad pulls my head back and gives me a kiss above both of my eyebrows then heads to the refrigerator to pull out the container of half and half. “I’m so glad to have you with us this year!” “Me too, Dad.” Coffee-to-cream-to-white-mocha-syrup perfected, Dad leans against the kitchen counter and grabs his phone to start the day’s Wordle. I turn my head, drawn by the motion of Dad mindlessly scratching his crotch. Dad has a habit of letting his robe’s belt go loose, so I’m not unfamiliar with seeing the fur that covers him. However, this morning it went really slack, providing more than a peek. I could see Dad in all of his glory and I must say – it was mesmerizing. But what was gleaming amongst his fur? Dad looks up from his phone, the side of his face raising in a smirk and a wink of the eye. I dart my eyes back to my bowl and busy myself scooping up the last bits of cereal in my bowl. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch a giant grin on Robbie’s face as I upend the sugary milk into my mouth. Outside, the wind begins to pick up, howling. The blizzard conditions makes it nearly impossible to see the evergreens across the way. Dad walks over to the window and pauses to appreciate the beauty of such extreme weather conditions. He then turns his attention to the glowing embers in the fireplace. Some newspaper and a handful of kindling bring the fire back to life, flickering against the newly added logs with red and orange flames. I hear clanging as Dad pulls out a long, black duffel bag and places it in front of the growing fire. From inside of the bag, he starts pulling out a series of silver-grey pipes; connecting pieces to erect a frame. “Ho Ho Ho – Merry Christmas!!” We all turn to the voice at the top of the stairs. It’s Santa! Well…Grandpa in his Father Christmas garb: burgundy, full-length overcoat trimmed in brown faux fur, black pants, olive green vest, and of course, his black pair of brightly polished harness boots. I’ve seen him work gigs over the holiday season. He is a sight to behold. Grandpa much prefers the folklore version of the holiday gift-giver over the commercial red and white Coca-Cola Santa. It’s fun watching grown-ups turn into giant kids at the authenticity of his look. I must admit, with that trimmed white beard, rounded belly, and jovial smile, he always captures my attention. Dad greets him at the bottom of the stairs. Lifting a twig of mistletoe over his head, he cheers “Merry Christmas, Pops!” He lifts his hand under Father Christmas’ beard, cradling his chin to lean in and give him a deep, sultry kiss. My head twitches and I blink hard. My eyes dart over at Robbie who has made his way over to Grandpa for his own passionate kiss. “What the fuck is going on here?!” “Merry Christmas, Baby Boy.” Grandpa leans over me, gloved fingertips flicking my nipples as he reaches inside my robe for a hug and kiss on the forehead. My eyes close and I shudder. “Ummm…uhhh....Merry Christmas, Grandpa.” I feel my cheeks ignite as my face reddens. Yeah, sure…who hasn’t fantasized about sitting on Santa’s lap. But Grandpa?!? He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small, rectangular box wrapped in metallic red paper with sparkling, silver glitter. “I have a very special gift for you this Christmas morning that will make your holidays merry and bright.” “I know what you’re getting! I know what you’re getting!” Robbie gleefully rubs his hands together before helping Dad hang a sheet of thick leather from the corners of the poles. Grandpa takes off his jacket and hangs it on the coat rack near the door. When he turns in my direction, I notice that he isn't wearing his usual black, oversized shirt. White tufts of fur spill over the top of his vest and escape around the laces tying it together. I have always wanted to rub my face in that beard as white as the snow blustering against the windows. Again – Santa fantasy. *shrug* Even if my own grandpa. “Come, sit on Santa’s lap.” I feel a bit silly, thinking I have outgrown such a silly tradition but I play along. It’s Christmas after all. Tis the season and all. It is only when the head of my dick pokes through my robe that I became aware of how aroused I am. I quickly cover myself hoping no one saw. Scanning their faces – they saw. “Your dad tells me what an extra special little boy you’ve been this year, Billy Boy, and that you hit a milestone birthday last week.” Grandpa hands me the glittery package. “He may now be 18, but he will always be my Baby Boy.” Dad tousles my hair again before I swat it away and turn my attention to the gift. I open the small, white box to find an orange-capped syringe nestled in white tissue paper.
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I don't know why, but I get majorly turned on by older barebackers. Maybe because it seems like such a taboo to think of your grandpa breeding or being bred. I've had plenty of sex with men that are in their 60's so I know first hand how horny and kinky these men can be, but it still doesn't make it any less arousing for me to hear about the older men out there that fuck bare. I want to hear from you out there. Feel free to chime in if your in your late 50's too since you will be 60+ soon anyway. Please keep in mind that I am sexually turned on by you and I'm not trying to point out that you may be older. If you don't want to put your age out there, just contact me directly too.
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Following on from my previous Dads Secret my shock, my grandad, dad and uncle and cousin now all live together in one big house, off course we all leave our loads in each other, except for grandpa, he never takes a fucking load, closest I got was rimming his hairy arse when he was drunk., but hey ho, I loved my life with my family and knowing my uncle Paul was coming to stay a while as part of his probation, he had been in Prison for the past 10 years. He was Mom's youngest brother and was her favourite before she passed. He had twin boys Callum and Jake, guess they maybe a couple of years younger. He got on well with my Dad and uncle Will over the years too. Anyway he got married to a girl from another town and his job took him away from our little town, so I had hardly seen him since he was in prison, sometimes Callum and Jake would stay with their Grandad who was a widower and my other Grandad who went away with my grandaddy and Robbie on fishing weekends with other singles family parents at a retreat, my gandaddy always said it wss a special bonding place. Then I heard that he was divorced and that his wife had left him. I couldn't believe it at first since I could not believe anyone would not like my uncle ,Then the great news came. He was coming home from prison which meant he would be staying with us for a while. It certainly was great news, but it also worried me a little. Jake and Callum had naturally grown a lot and at eighteen stood six feet tall. Both had black hair and eyes, wide shoulders, a well-developed chest and abdomen, and very strong legs from a regular work outs My fantasies were of them - strong muscular men, men with hairy legs and thick, juicy cocks. I wasn't sure if they played with Grandaddy ot their grandpa?? My Uncle Paul was a hunk. He stood six-feet-one, with black hair and eyes also and what a body. I had never seen him naked, but I knew that he was quite muscular from our rough-housing games when i was younger. Dad mentioned uncle Paul would be sleeping with me. We did not have an extra room, and I had a double bed so this was the only place for him. DAD REMINDED ME OF THE FAMILY SECRET.but I thought of him sleeping next to me naked and taking me in his arms. That was enough to get my dick hard and wet with pre-cum. (I'm a heavy leaker) A few weeks before his arrival, I decided to cool it and not masturbate till he came, so I would be able to control myself with him around. Of course, I seemed to have a continual hard-on, and my underwear was always sticky with all the precum I leaked during those days. Dad uncle Will and grandaddy was still using my arse and mouth daily, all reminded me to be careful around Uncle Paul as he was ex policeman and positivly straight. The great day finally came and the next thing I knew I was being smothered to death by my uncle in a big bear hug. He was sexy with a white tee shirt showing off his muscles and a pair of very faded jeans which showed off his strong legs. As I looked him over I began to drool at the sight of his crotch which was to say the least, well-packed. "Well, haven't you become the sight?" Paul said. "it's great to see you too, Uncle," was all I could say. I was pleased that he had noticed all the changes in me. He brought his stuff to my room, and we talked as he unpacked his things. "It's sure great to be back, Steve. I think I'll take a shower." At that he pulled of his shirt. I hoped my mouth hadn't fallen open. Here was the guy of my dreams undressing in front of me. And what a body... his chest was chiseled with muscles with very large pecs and two dark and oversized nipples which were standing erect right now. His abs were tight and his chest was covered with a light layer of dark hair which made him even sexier. He then pulled off his pants. He wore white Jockey briefs, and I almost couldn't keep my eyes off his pouch. His legs were hairy and, like the rest of him, strong. He then pulled off his briefs to reveal a long circumcised dick with an overabundance of crotch hair and two large balls hanging very low in their sac. This was one hell of a man, and my cock wouldn't help but start to react. This was going to be harder than I thought. He grabbed his towel and headed for the shower. "Why don't you come and sit by the shower, so we can keep talking? he asked My knees were trembling, but I finally made it to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet and we talked about everything. I, of course, kept watching him as he lathered up his chest and then his groin. His cock seemed to get a bit bigger as he washed it, and I wondered if we were evenly matched when erect. I handed him the towel when he was finished, and after drying off he pulled on a pair of clean briefs - packing his crotch in the pouch. Then he pulled on his jeans and another tee shirt. By then I was all wet as my cock had leaked tons of pre-cum. We went around town and he said hello to his old friends and looked around to see if there had been any changes. Dad and Uncle Will hugged him and chatted too, We never talked about his ex-wife, and I figured it was better not to ask. After supper, he told my Dad that Jake and Callum with their grandad at the retreat, Dad also confirmed his Dad my Grandaddy was also their with Robbie Bedtime finally came, I was undressing as Paul came into the room. As he saw me standing there with only my white briefs and socks on he let out a whistle. "Well, nephew, you really have grown. You're turning out to be quite a man, and I can see you've been training." "Thanks, uncle Paul, I have to admit you've got quite a build for an old timer." "Old timer eh! We'll have to see about that." He said as he pulled off his shirt. That's when he jumped me, and we fell on the bed in a tangle of arms and legs, laughing and grunting as we tested our strength. But I soon learned that I wasn't quite ready to beat him. He had me pinned to the bed and was sitting on me. I could feel his heat and my crotch started to react while it was crushed under his. Being afraid that he would see my hardon I gave up, and as he let go I jumped up and headed to the shower. But before I closed the door, I felt I noticed his gaze in the direction of my crotch, and there seemed to be a gleam in his eyes that had not been there before. This troubled me as I thought he had guessed my feelings and was angry. After the shower, he said nothing about the incident, and we got ready for bed. I always sleep in the nude, but with uncle Paul in the room I kept on my briefs and hopped into my side. Paul pulled off his pants and jumped in also, and after talking for awhile he slowly fell off to sleep. I, on the other hand, was having a very difficult time, as my cock was hard and hurting and seeking release. I tried every trick I knew to get it down, but lying next to this hot man was difficult. He moved around once and his leg brushed across mine. Our bodies touched and I thought I would come right then, but he turned the other way. I finally managed to fall asleep, but my dreams were wild and erotic, so I had a very restless night. The next day was extremely hot and humid, and we decided to go swimming. I took Paul to the swimming hole that we used to go to when I was young. It was a quiet place, and we were the only ones there. I was wearing my blue speedos, and he had on a pair of red ones. We jumped into the cool water and swam around. Pretty soon we got into a splashing game and started wrestling around in the water. My head was reeling. Now I could feel the softness of his crotch as it rubbed against mine. Our swimsuit material was very thin. At one point he gave me a bear hug and I reciprocated. Our crotches were solidly rubbing together. I felt my cock start to grow, but there was another great feeling too. I suddenly realized that it was the feeling of his cock against mine as his had grown also. He looked at me with what seemed to be surprise and then let me go as we swam around laughing. I was trying to catch my breath and calm down, but that feeling of our two cocks together kept coming into my head. Finally I was calm enough so I could get out of the water without a full erection. My suit was strectched though, and I guess it was easy to see that I was slightly excited. I noticed that when uncle Paul got out he was in the same predicament, but I put it down to the friction during the wrestling. After all he wasn't attracted to men.... When the day was over and we were getting ready for bed it still was very hot and the humidity made it very uncomfortable. As we undressed uncle Paul said, "Listen, kid, I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable or anything, but I'm used to sleeping naked, and in this heat I would rather take everything off it that doesn't bother you." "I'm glad you mentioned it. I usually sleep in the nude too, so go right ahead, that is if you don't mind if I do the same?" "No problem" he said as he pulled off his briefs. His cock was semi-erect, and it was beautiful as it hung there between his legs. I noticed that its head was all wet, probably from the heat. I knew that my cockhead was too, but from precum that kept on leaking ever since our wrestling that afternoon. So I pulled off my briefs and let the warm air caress my cock, as it stood slightly out of its resting place. I noticed he looked over as we got into bed and lay above the covers. It was too hot to even put on a sheet. We lay on our backs and talked for awhile, and then he fell silent. I thought he had fallen asleep since I could hear that his breathing had become deeper. I lay there and started thinking about our rubbing together that afternoon. I tried to think about other things, but to no avail. My cock started to react once again. It slowly lifted and stretched and throbbed with my rapidly increasing heartbeat. Pretty soon, it was rock hard, and a large bead of pre-cum leaked out of the slit. It stood straight up and when I made it jerk it would almost hit my belly and come back straight up again. "That's a hell of a cock" I thought I heard Uncle Paul say?? Dad came in the room in his tight briefs and told Uncle Paul and Me that Grandparents were back tomorrow, Callum would share in with my dads bed, Jake in Uncle Wills bed with him. No problem saud Uncle Paul, they are both good boys. I COULD NOT WAIT....
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Looking to reach out to the young ones here who may not be sure (and anyone frankly) I am 38, pozzed at 17, I sought it out, knew I was guy, partied with daddies and grandpas and had one solid guy (63 when I was 17) used to have me sleep over get me fucked up and I would get gang raped for him and it was beautiful
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