Hunter's Birthday Present

Hunter' Birthday Present

By Maude1067

This story is fantasy which I define as a situation that could not, realistically, happen. In this case, it is hard to believe four grandparents would behave this way and that their eighteen year old grandson would allow this to happen. But in the fantasy land of our imagination, we can wish this happened.

CFNM, OON, Incest, Gay and Straight.

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Hunter Swanson's eighteenth birthday on February 25th was a special occasion. The excessively handsome young man was very popular with his fellow students (mainly the entire senior class of 29 students) at St. Jerome High School, a small Catholic school in Brunswick, Maine. His parents put on a party in their mansion that included Hunter's closest friends and his family (brothers and sisters and various aunts, uncles, and cousins). A good time for all.

But after the party, Hunter reflected on who was not at the party. All four of his grandparents were still alive and leading vibrant lives. But they were not invited to his party. His parents, Eric and Liza Swanson had limited their contact with their parents for reasons Hunter and his siblings didn't know. Now, Hunter's relationship with his grandparents had been and still was a loving and interesting one. They took him (and his siblings) on trips to Boston (Red Sox and Bruin games, the Boston Symphony, and the Museum of Fine Arts).

His Grandpa George and Grandma Karen Swanson were very active people. They lived nearby on Bailey's Island in a mansion right on the Atlantic Ocean. Grandpa had a large boat (not a yacht but large enough for ten people) and Karen was a rather well known local artist. They didn't need the money but she painted landscapes and did portraits which sold very well. She did portraits of her grandchildren at various stages of their lives and all were hanging throughout the mansion. Hunter always had trouble sitting still for these sessions and while he remembered that, he also remembered how much fun he had with her and grandpa.

Hunter's other set of grandparents were Grandpa Jesse and Grandma Judy Eliot, his mother's parents. They lived on Orr Island, also on the ocean in a fine house. It wasn't as large as Grandpa George's mansion and wasn't on the ocean, but it had an indoor swimming pool so that was pretty cool, especially in the middle of Maine's winters. Grandpa Jesse did not have a boat but he did have that indoor pool and he did like to play sports such as pickleball and, of course, swimming. Grandma Judy also loved playing and swimming. The two also were fans of the theatre and often attended performances (bringing the grandchildren with them) at the Maine State Theatre in Brunswick.

The thing that was different about his grandparents is that both sets of grandparents did everything together. Hunter knew that those students who still had two sets of grandparents never saw them socializing. Hunter's four grandparents were the only ones who seemed to be best friends with each other.

Hunter loved and enjoyed being with his grandparents but did not understand why they never were invited over to their house. Clearly there was a separation between his parents and their parents. They did allow their children to visit their parents and go on their various excursions with them. However, Hunter noticed as he entered his teen years, his parents never allowed him to be with his grandparents by himself - he always had a brother or sister or a cousin with him. None of the children in his generation were allowed to be with his grandparents alone.

A couple of days after his birthday party, Hunter approached his parents and asked the question: what is it between you and your parents?

"Well, Hunter," his father Eric said, "we simply do not approve of their lifestyle."

"Really?" said Hunter. "Their lifestyle seems pretty normal to me."

"Indeed," his mother Lisa said. "That is because you and your brothers and sisters were not allowed to see their lifestyle in action."

"And that is all we are going to say in the matter," Eric said. "You are eighteen now, Hunter, and legally you are an adult. You are on your own. You are old enough to make your own decisions and if you want to visit with them on your own, you and your sister (Andrea who was nineteen) can do so. But if you do, you will not involve your younger brothers and sisters. Is that understood?"

"Perfectly," Hunter replied, "although I do not know what the big deal is."

"Why are you bringing this up now?" his mom asked. She was a bit concerned because her oldest son was rather naive. He also was a shy lad and perhaps his shyness had limited some of life's experiences. He certainly could not read 'between the lines very well.

"Well, since they were not invited to my birthday party, they have asked me over so they can give me their birthday party," Hunter replied. "Is it okay if I do this?"

"Your choice," Eric said. "You are an adult now. When is this?"

"Next weekend." Hunter said. "Grandpa George is picking me up from school on Friday and will return me to school on Monday morning."

"Well, remember," Eric said. "You are in control. If you get uncomfortable, just say no. And you can always call me to come and get you."

"There isn't going to be a problem," Hunter said. "I control my own life."

No, Hunter - you do not. Control is the one thing you will not have.

George was right on time on Friday and by 3:00, Hunter found himself sitting and viewing the awesome Atlanta Ocean having a hissy fit since a mild winter storm was coming in and the waves were kicking all over the place. All four of his grandparents were there with him and they discussed Hunter's plans the following year when he would be attending Bowdoin College in Brunswick.

Dinner was fun and early - the grandparents apparently thought a 5:00 supper was perfect timing.

"I haven't eaten supper this early forever," Hunter said. "I always had some kind of practice either in sports or drama."

"Well, we like to eat early so we have more time for our evening activities," Karen said.

"I understand that you are going to live in a dorm at college," Judy said. "Why do that if you can live at home and save the money?"

Hunter smiled. Both sets of grandparents were very rich and yet they still watch the pennies and nickels when it comes to money. Maybe that is why they are rich.

"It is a social thing. Dad thinks it won't hurt to learn to live with other people. You know I have been shy my entire life and he thinks dorm life will help me overcome that."

"I agree with him," Karen said. "My son is a very smart man."

"Perhaps we can help with the shyness problem while you are here," Jesse said.

Hunter wasn't sure what he meant by that but before he could ask, out came the birthday cake and the presents (which included a 70" TV and a complete stereo system - Hunter loved these expensive presents but began to hope the dorm room was a big one).

After dinner, Hunter went up to his guest room (it came with its own bathroom and jacuzzi) to brush his teeth. He decided to shower because he did get sweaty at school - Mrs. Thompson was an elderly teacher who always overheated her classroom - and then returned to the living room.

There he was offered a glass of wine (apparently the laws don't apply to the grandparents - Hunter might legally be an adult but the drinking age in Maine is still 21). He slowly drank his small glass of wine and dosed off. When he woke up fifteen minutes later, he had lost his shirt and found himself on his bed with his hands tied to the bed posts.

Thus began the exploration and exploitation of the eighteen year old Hunter Swanson..

Grandma Karen entered the room and could read the concern in Hunter's face. "HI, sweetie," she said with a smile. Sitting on the side of the bed, she said "Now, I know you are confused so listen carefully. We, your four grandparents, are going to give you the greatest night of your young life."

"Doing what?" he asked. "I am tied up."

"You are going to do nothing. We will be doing all of the work. You will simply receive. We 'do' and you 'accept'. Now, you know we all love you -"

"I love you all, too," Hunter said softly.

"We know you do and that is why we want to give you this experience. It is our gift to you."

"I thought the tv and stereo system were your gifts."

"Those are material things. We are giving you a gift of life, of learning how to enjoy life, and get the most out of it. You are going to college and there, you will find out what you want to do with your life. You will build a career in something that you really enjoy doing. But that is work. What we are giving you is your ability to live life to its fullest, to learn how to have fun, and not be so serious all the time."

"I think I am understanding what you are saying," Hunter said after some thought. But why the "tie-up'?"

"Because one thing we will teach you is how to accept what comes your way," Karen said. "Learn how to have fun and not to be so judgemental like your parents." So, do you want to receive our 'gift'? And if so, will you obey the rules we have for tonight?"

One thing we must all learn is when to trust people. Hunter had to ask himself if he trusts his grandparents. The answer for him was a strong 'yes'. So he said "Grandma, I am confused and I don't like having my hands tied. But I do love you and I do trust you and so, yes, I will obey the rules."

"Oh, good, we were right," she said.

"Right about what?" Hunter asked.

"About whether you were mature enough and brave enough to try something very different from anything you have ever done," Karen replied. "And you passed that test! Now here are the rules. You must follow any and all our orders without asking any questions. Just do what we say. Now you will have a 'safe word'."

"What is that?" Hunter asked nervously.

"If you get uncomfortable or nervous about something that we order, or something we are doing, you just say the word 'September' and we will stop whatever we are doing."

"Okay," Hunter said.

Karen got up and left the room and returned with her husband George and with Jesse and Judy. THe all gathered around the bed and told Hunter how much they loved him. Then out came the feathers.

"Time to laugh, Hunter," they all said. And he did as the feathers tickled his face, chest, stomach, even his arm pits with their small bush of hairs. He didn't bounce around on the bed too much.

Then they stopped. Karen and Judy sat on either side of their cute grandson while the two men stood back. Hunter was rather shocked when his two grandmothers began to touch and push on his nipples. He was surprised that they were doing this and that it felt so good.

"Now, sweetie," Judy said, "we need to do something to give you the complete tickle treatment. So Grandma Karen and I are going to remove the rest of your clothing."

"What?" he asked. "I'll be naked."

"Yes, darling," Karen said.

"You will see me naked," he mumbled. Now was the crucial time. If Hunter says 'September', the night's activities would end. And Hunter knew this. But he also knew that if he backed out now, he would have failed - chicken out - whatever you want to call it.

When he said nothing, Karen undid the belt to his pants, gently unzipped his pants and with the grandfathers' help, Hunter lost his pants and socks. Maybe I get to keep my boxers, he thought. But no - Karen then slowly pulled down his boxers and revealed Hunter's sex organ. He closed his eyes as his grandmother exposed his most intimate part of his body to the eyes of his grandparents.

Both Karen and Judy, sitting right next to the blushing boy, got a close up view of his penis and his two balls. His penis, at rest on his pubic hairs, was thick and rather long.

Judy looked at her husband Jesse and noticed he couldn't take his eyes off his grandson sex organ. She smiled and said "Jesse - get the ruler."

Hunter froze up at hearing this. Were his grandparents actually going to measure his manhood? Yes they would. He felt someone take his penis into their hand and then felt the rule alongside his cock.

"Holy cow," Karen said. "It's almost three inches." Sounds of approval from the other three grandparents were audible and enthusiastic. Hunter began to relax. He opened his eyes and saw all four grandparents looking closely at his penis which rested in his grandmother Karen's hand. He simply couldn't believe what he was seeing. He sighed recalling how close he was to saying 'September'.

Then he watched wide eye as Judy lifted his balls. He rested his head back on the pillow and closed his eyes. One grandmother was holding his cock and the other was holding his balls and damn it all - it felt good. Grandpa George sat by his head and rested his hand on his grandson's hair. Hunter looked up at him and George mouthed the word 'impressive.'

"Now Hunter, we will blindfold you." George placed the blindfold on. "Now," Karen said, "let the tickling begin!" For the next fifteen minutes, the fingers of the four grandparents touch every inch of their grandson's naked body. As he bounced around on the beds, his cock and balls flopped every which way. Just watching his sex move was a sight to be treasured. Karen and Judy concentrated on tickling their grandson's genitals and Jesse and George tickled his armpits, his nipples, his feet and his thighs. Hunter laughed a lot but mostly from the tickling. They couldn't be sure he was actually enjoying this. It was clear that they were enjoying seeing their grandson's body stretch and tork every which way.

Finally, they stopped and Hunter just relaxed. Jesse brought over a bottle of water and as Hunter's hands were still tied above him, Jesse lifted his head up, and put the bottle to the boy's lips and he drank half of it. Being tickled can be exhausting.

"I need to get up," Hunter said. "I have to go to the bathroom."

"Number one or two?" Jesse asked.

"One," Hunter replied.

George brought over a bottle and Jesse picked up Hunter's penis and pointed it into the bottle. Hunter was a bit shocked when he realized that everyone was going to watch him pee. Jesse held his grandson's penis steady and the lad soon was peeing into the bottle. When he was finished, he felt a wet wipe clean his penis crown and his grandparents clapped in mocked cheer. Hunter felt like a little kid and realized that his grandparents watched while he took a piss.

"Now, Hunter," Jesse said, "we want you to turn over and lay on your stomach. We will have to unhitch your hands and if you promise to cooperate, we won't tie them up while you are on your stomach."

Hunter paused for a few seconds. If he wanted all this to stop, then now would be the time. He didn't want it to stop and nodded 'yes'.

Once he was settled, nothing happened. He didn't know it, but his four grandparents were admiring his perfectly formed ass.

"Well, Hunter," grandma Karen said, "you do have one cute ass." Hunter just closed his eyes at this. He was blushing but as he was face down, no one could see his face.

But it was as if his entire body was embarrassed. The grandparents noticed how the back of his neck and the top of his shoulders were showing a red hue. Oh, it was fun to embarrass this young man.

"There is no hair to mar your beautiful ass cheeks," Judy added. "So smooth and it looks so soft.

"Perfect butt crack," George added. "Graceful as hell."

"I wonder if he has little hairs on the inside of his butt?" Jesse asked. That comment struck a nerve in Hunter's heart. He wasn't sure he wanted anyone to look there. Why would they want to? Thank goodness, he thought, that he had thoroughly cleaned down there. Then he felt two hands rest on his butt cheeks and then pull them apart.

He cringed as he realized that his grandparents could see his butt hole.

"Oh, my god," Karen loudly exclaimed. "What a perfect hole." Really? Thought Hunter. Is there actually a standard to which one can judge the beauty of an asshole?

Can an asshole ever be beautiful, considering its function. And what makes him so beautiful. Of course, he hadn't seen too many assholes, including his own, so what did he know? And he now suspected that his grandparents had probably seen quite a few assholes. Maybe his is perfect.

Suddenly he felt a finger touch him at the top of his crack and begin slowly downward. The finger belonged to his grandma Karen as she said "Oh, Hunter dear, your butt crack is so, so smooth - not a single hair in sight." Then her finger finally landed on is anus and Hunter jumped a bit when it did.

"Oh, Hunter," Karen said, "do you mind that I am touching you there? Does it tickle a bit?"

Hunter didn't know what to say when he heard his grandpa Jesse say, rather sharply, "Grandson, answer your grandma Karen."

Hunter didn't know what to say. In his wildest dreams he never thought that one of his grandparents might, one day, touch his asshole. He wasn't prepared to say anything. And he didn't know what he felt. Then he realized that he was feeling sort of special. His grandma likes the most intimate area of his body. And, amazingly, he liked the feel of her touch.

"No grandma," he finally said, "I do not mind."

"MInd what?" grandpa Jesse asked. "You must say it."

"Grandma," Hunter said, "I do not mind if you touch my hole. And yes, it does tickle a bit."

Hunter felt Karen's finger leave his anus and George suddenly shoved a pillow under his midsection. Two pillows, in fact. Now he knew that his butt was up high and his crack was open for all to see.

"Hunter," grandma Judy said, "may I touch your anus?"

"Answer her," ordered Jesse.

"Yes, grandma, you may touch my anus." And she did more than touch - she rubbed all around his hole.

"Hunter, dear," said George. "May grandma Judy insert her finger inside you?"

By now, Hunter wanted her to insert her finger. "Grandma, will you please put your finger inside my ass?"

"It is called a rectum," Jesse said.

"Grandma," Hunter repeated, "will you put your finger inside my rectum?"

"Yes, sweetie, I will," Judy answered. With the other three grandparents looking closely at their grandson's cute ass, they watched as Judy's finger pushed into the young man's most private orifice. Hunter reacted to the pressure he was feeling but he was also enjoying the fact that his grandmother was effectively fucking him with her finger.

"What does it feel like?" Karen asked Judy.

"I am pleased to announce that our grandson's rectal canal is smooth and moist."

To these grandparents, to be inside their grandson's body was a special moment. Once you have fingered a grandson's rectum, you have established a special connection to that young man. The relationship between the grandparent and the grandson becomes a very special one. Thus each grandparent had to finger their dear boy.

And each time, he was required to ask that grandparent to insert his or her finger inside him and, as grandpa Jesse insisted, and to massage his rectal canal. It all seemed very weird to the young man but each insertion electrified his body. It felt so good. And just the thought that his grandparent was inside him was electrifying.

Soon, Hunter was ordered to turn over but this time, to stay on his knees and to lower his head.

"Now, Hunter," Karen said, "we can see your beautiful ass split open and can see your magnificent balls hanging down. We can see everything, and I mean everything, on your body. May I kiss your penis?"

"Yes, grandma, please kiss my cock." When Hunter felt her tongue on his pee slit and slurping all over his penis crown, he had trouble maintaining his position. Jesse and George just laughed and they wrapped their hands around his chest and stomach to steady him. He needed to be still so that Karen's tongue could thoroughly suck and lick his penis crown.