Please note that while I do not know whether this story will be place in the INCEST, GROUP SEX or GAY MALE category, the tale involves all of these themes.
There are three people in this tale.
Lester Turin, a senior citizen who had taken a special interest in the daughter's only child after her husband had left her, and that interest blossomed as the child aged.
Eric, the young man who had welcomed his grandfather's influence in his life and had savored everything his mentor had taught him. Now heading into his second year of college, he was the apple of his grandfather's eye.
And then there is the Professor, Dwight Graves, and although the scholar was now a retired teacher he enjoyed the respect the title gave him. A life-long friend of Lester Turin, he was a regal looking man with a Sebastian Cabot-like look and an appetite for all things sexual that had not diminished even with his wife's passing and his becoming a senior citizen.
Lester and the Professor had long shared everything between the two of them, even more than the bodily fluids and affection they often exchanged, but it took a lot of soul-searching before Lester had finally decided to share with his dear friend his most cherished possession.
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This wasn't the proudest moment of Lester Turin's life, he mused while climbing the steps of his best friend's porch with his grandson in tow, and there would be no Grandfather of The Year awards on his horizon unless they gave them out in the afterlife. If there was such a thing, he sure as heck knew which direction he would be going in to qualify for such an honor, he chuckled to himself with gallows humor.
"You're sure about this Eric?" Lester asked his grandson, who looked as innocent and as pure as the driven snow while dressed in a crisp button-down blue shirt and matching pants, almost as if he was on his way to a job interview or a church service instead of about to be introduced to a crusty old coot as perverted as Lester himself was.
"Yes Grandpa!" Eric replied enthusiastically. "And don't worry, I'll be good."
"I know you will Eric," Lester agreed as he looked at his slightly effeminate grandson, and he had to admit that the absence of Eric's father, no matter how worthless he was, was obvious in the way Eric had become so much his mother's son. "You're always a good boy."
Eric grinned at that, a toothy grin that never failed to melt his grandfather's heart, and with that out of the way Lester knocked on his friend's door.
"Well well!" the booming voice called out as the door opened and the former professor who still looked the part stepped aside to allow the company to enter. "Right on time. And this has to be Eric."
"Yes sir," Eric chirped as he stuck out his hand, and as the beefy paw reached out to gather it in the lad added. "It's a pleasure to meet you Professor Graves. Grandpa has told me so very much about you."
"Let's not stand on ceremony," the retired teacher bellowed. "Please call me Dwight. And as for you Lester, not only is young Eric here everything you said he was but more. Such a handsome young man, and such wonderful manners."
"He's a fine grandson Eric is," Lester agreed. "But as for his manners, let's just say that he's not always that prim and proper. I think you'll find that Eric also has a rather wicked side."
"So you've said," The Professor said, reaching over to pat Eric's cheek, and after he did he ran his fingers across the soft cheek that had likely never seen a razor. "And you're 18?"
"Almost 19 sir," Eric chirped. "I'll be a sophomore at State this coming year."
"Eric is on the swim team Dwight," Lester beamed. "You should see him dart through the water like a fish."
"So you've said," the Professor said as he looked over the lad. "I would very much like to see the lad in swim trunks, although if he's anything like you've described him it's a wonder he could wear one of those skimpy suits."
"It's a mystery to me too," Lester said as he stood behind his grandson with his hand on his shoulders. "I think Eric is quite anxious to let you take a look at him too, since he's very excited about all this. Not an ounce of fat on him either."
"So I gather," Professor Graves replied as Eric blushed, the older man chortling as he patted his stomach. "I wish I could say the same
"Do you want me to..." Eric began to ask his grandfather as he appeared ready to start to disrobe, but Lester shook his head.
"I think we would rather do that in Dwight's bedroom, isn't that right?" Lester said as he looked toward the professor who was rubbing his mostly grey beard and looking quite philosophical.
"Quite. I was planning on us having a cocktail first to break the ice," Dwight Graves responded. "But seeing how eager young Eric is - and frankly I'm rather taken by the boy too."
"I knew you would be."
"So let's not hesitate," Dwight said, as as a team the three of them went to the master bedroom, which was spacious and full of mahogany furniture that spoke of his late wife's exquisite taste.
"Wow," Eric said as he paused in the middle of the room, which his grandfather right behind him while the hulking form of the professor, who at 6'3" was only an inch taller than Eric's grandfather but nearly a head taller than the student, towered in front of them.
Eric reached for the buckle of his own belt but his grandfather stopped him and then reached around to begin to unbutton his grandson's shirt while suggesting, "Why don't you let us do the unwrapping?"
Addressing his friend Lester remarked, "I think you'll find that Eric here is rather insatiable. He's about worn me out this summer. My pecker is drained"
"Grandpa!" Eric scoffed and then turning to Professor Graves he explained. "Grandpa's a great man. He's just kidding."
"Oh I don't know," Professor Graves said. "What is it that you like best about your grandfather?"
"He doesn't treat me like I'm a goofy little kid." Eric declared, and then mumbled something the Professor couldn't make out so he asked him to repeat it."
"I like his penis. It's enormous," Eric said with a red face as his shirt was pulled out from under his trousers.
"I agree," Professor Graves concurred as he looked at the boy's smooth chest with only the rather plump nipples breaking the paleness. "Lester is quite well endowed. May I?"
After Eric nodded the professor's hands went up to Eric's chest, and after his beefy hands slid over the firm and sleek skin, pausing to tweak the rose colored nipples, he sighed and softly said, "Lovely."
"And here's something else you'll like Dwight," Lester exclaimed, and the old man lifted Eric's arms by the wrists and brought them up behind his head before adding. "See? Eric shaves his entire body so his swimming times are faster. He put the razor away for the summer but it's almost time to start shaving again right Eric?"
"Yes Grandpa," Eric said, his whole body shivering when the professor's fingers left his nipples and slid up and over so he could stroke the faint patch of peach fuzz in the center of his deep armpits.
"You shave all over son? Even the places the trunks hide?" Professor Graves inquired as he toyed with the silky down moist with perspiration from anticipation, and after Eric nodded Dwight asked Lester, "I wonder how young Eric would like having his armpits being plucked while shackled on one of the toys in the cellar? Might be tough to get a grasp on these little sprouts but it might be fun to try if they grew a bit longer, what say you Lester?"
"Yes," Eric's grandfather replied, knowing full well the Professor's fondness for smooth lads and remembering one time when the two of them had spent an evening in the basement plucking every armpit and pubic hair off one of Dwight's students while the boy was shackled to the cross, the exquisite torture proving erotic to all three of them.
"Whatever Grandpa wants," Eric said, wincing a little when the professor managed to grasp a tiny hair and gave it a little tug before letting it go.
"I think Eric is having fun so far, aren't you son? Aren't you excited?" his grandfather asked as the old man reached around and groped the front of the boy's trousers, and after he found it he let his hand trace the bulge all the way over to the pocket and added, "Very excited."
"My word," the professor said after looking down to the obvious narrow bulge in the boy's trousers, and then he let his hand go down to inspect for himself.
"Like one of those foot-long Fenway franks, isn't it Dwight?" Lester glowed as he heard Eric moan and writhe in place while the elderly Red Sox fan examined the boy meat.
"Quite impressive," Dwight said, admitting that while the lad's organ felt very slender there was no disputing the prodigious length of what he was groping. "And you fit that in your trunks?"
"Eric packs it down between his legs," Lester explained while Eric's eyes rolled back in his head from the trouser massage he was getting. "You know that he can almost have intercourse with himself? He can pull his penis back long enough to reach his anus - until it gets too erect that is."
"Just the tip," Eric mumbled.
"Perhaps that's something young Eric here can demonstrate later for me, but as for right now, as much as I love looking at you as you are," Professor Graves mused as he gazed at the nubile young man with his hands linked behind his neck, trickles of sweat rolling down from his barren armpits and a widening wet spot in the side front of his trousers. "Let's get rid of these."
Professor Graves seemed pleased that Eric had stayed in the position his grandfather had put him in, and for all intents and purposes the lad might as well have been shackled onto the wooden cross in the basement considering how motionless he had remained. With one hand Dwight Graves deftly undid the belt and made quick work of the clasp on the trousers, having spent the vast majority of his 65 years doing just that to young men.
