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Chapter Three
I was pleasantly surprised as I drove into the driveway of Red’s new home. Of course, it had been his son’s and daughter-in-law’s home earlier, but Red had paid off the mortgage when he moved here from Florida after their death. He was determined that his grandsons would live in the home where they had grown up. It looked like a very comfortable, happy place.
I heard activity in the house as I rang the doorbell. Red opened the door quickly and stood in the doorway, a huge cigar in his face, smiling like a Cheshire cat. It looked like he had stopped trying to hide his smoking from the boys. I couldn’t blame him, after all he said the boys already smoked, so it wasn't like he was setting a bad precedent. He appeared to be nude except for the “I’m The Cook!” apron that covered his chest and groin area. I had almost forgotten that he said he and the boys were very informal around the house. Suddenly I felt very overdressed, at least in comparison to Red. He waved me in, and I followed him as he trailed a fragrant cloud of cigar smoke through the house.
As we entered the backyard through a covered patio, I got my first view of his hellion grandsons. They were splashing and carrying on in the pool as I watched Red, his face smiling with pride as he watched the boys rough housing together.
“Well Jim, meet the little bastards that damn near killed me last night!” he laughed, smoke rolling from his mouth.
He stepped closer to the pool and waved his arms, trying to get their attention. Finally the youngest looking boy poked his brothers and they all swam to the edge of the pool nearest Red. They looked very much like Red, only younger. He would have a difficult time disavowing his bloodline among these boys. They were all well tanned, muscular, and really good looking young men. I could pick the boys out just by their size.
Grant, the oldest, looked like he had played some football in the recent past. His green eyes and red hair shone in the bright sunlight that set off his white, toothy smile. He was obviously the leader of the gang. Justin had many of the same features of Red, but he must have had some features from his mom’s side of the family too. His skin was smoother, not as chiseled as his older brother. His hair was more reddish-blonde, obviously sun bleached from too many hours outdoors. He looked like an athlete too, with well defined muscle structure in his chest. Jake, the youngest, was probably the best looking of the boys. He grinned from ear to ear and just had that devilish look about him, and he looked most like what Red must have looked like at that age.
“Guys, this is my friend Doc Morris, he’s the one I was telling y’all about. He’s a guest in our home today and I want you little jack offs to show him some fuckin’ respect, at least more than you dumb nuts show me!”
“Yes, grandpa,” the boys sang out in unison, their voices squeaky high like some ten year olds. It was obviously good natured kidding.
“Kinda makes your dick hard, don’t it?!” Red said, smiling, nodding toward his grandsons.
The answer was so obvious I didn’t bother answering. Red was proud of his grandsons, and he had every right as far as I could tell. How he kept his cock in his pants around them was a mystery to me! Now I understood the frustration he was feeling!
“Gramps I’m thirsty! How about some beers out here on the patio?” Jake asked hopefully.
“Good idea, squirt! Get your ass out of the pool and round some up!"
"Enough for everybody?" he asked hopefully.
"How many people over 21 do you see here Jake?!" Red asked innocently.
"Shit grandpa! That ain't fair! I guess you still think we're little kids!"
"Not after what I saw last night here at the house! No sir, I don't believe I saw even one little boy!!" he laughed wickedly, letting the proverbial 'cat out of the bag'.
Red was enjoying springing this little trap on them. I think he liked the idea that he had them on the defensive now. A broad smile crept across his face as he drew in another lung full of smoke. He exhaled slowly, letting the aromatic smoke trickle from his nose. I noticed that the cigar he was smoking was bigger than my cock! Damn, that looked hot! Red turned toward me and winked as if he were sending me some kind of signal, but I wasn't sure what his intentions were at this moment.
