I realized too late that Rick and Dale had said something, that Mikey had gotten up off the mattress from between them, grabbed a liquor bottle and taken a swig, carrying it with him as he walked over. This wasn’t Mikey, though. I don’t quite know how I knew that, instinctively. Something in the sway of his hips, the way his face seemed to catch more shadow than the rest of the room. “Hey Gramps,” he said, “I was gonna wait until tomorrow, but the boys say no time like the present, right?”
I told him that he was going to get dressed, and get in the car. That we were going home, and we were going to have a long talk about what he’s doing, about not throwing his life away like this. He laughed, but something in his eyes didn’t match the mirth, like I’d noticed with Rick’s father. I was getting ready to grab him and haul him out, but he moved first, caught me off balance, shoved me back and I toppled onto my back. I tried to get up, but he landed on top of me will all his weight. He was heavier all of a sudden, even though he didn’t look different–like something else was pressing down on me through him, my arms pinned to my side by two strong thighs. He took another gulp from the bottle he had in his hand, holding it in his mouth. I yelled at him to let me up–he took advantage of my open mouth to lock lips with me and feed me the mouthful of liquor.
Now I hadn’t so much as tasted alcohol in decades at that point, and…and fuck, it wasn’t like I hadn’t thought about it. I sputtered that first mouthful out, but god, the desire was there, and I sure as hell wanted a drink, I can tell you that much. Mikey tisked me, told me not to be so wasteful, took another swig and locked lips with me again–this time with more force. I couldn’t wrench my head away, it was like something else had stuck us together, the booze sloshing between us until I…I swallowed it, and I just felt my entire body relax, the whiskey burning it’s way into my gut, so warm and familiar, and fuck I’d missed it so damn much. He took another drink and fed me that one too, and then I was happily drinking and kissing him, my own grandson. The booze raced to my head, it was numbing everything it touched. I lost track of time, of space, of myself. At some point, the twins came over and repositioned Mikey, giving them access to his ass while we kept kissing, their father masturbating over all of us, huffing and panting and grunting, the only other sound in the trailer was the occasional moan, and the static from that damn TV.
One of the twins got down below the other and started sucking my cock. I just tried to pretend it wasn’t happening. They took a moment to move Mikey up, lining his cock up with my mouth, and I resisted, refused to suck it until…until they coated it with liquor and fed it to me that way. My face was inches from my grandson’s hole, I could hear the twin’s cock squelching inside him, I could smell their sex, and it was…it was making me hornier. The weight was only getting heavier, but instead of it being focused within a body, it felt like it was pressing into me, joining with me, some strange, alien darkness.
I would only take breaks from sucking on my grandson’s cock, so I could drink from the bottle–anything, at this point, to dull what was happening. As soon as that bottle was empty, someone handed me another one. The twin came inside my grandson, I felt his cum dribbling back out of his hole and onto my chest, where someone’s hand rubbed it into my skin. Mikey was getting close, a voice was urging me on, telling me to suck harder, suggesting motions with my tongue, how to keep myself from gagging. I thought it was one of twins or their father, but thinking back it wasn’t any of their voices, and it felt like…like something resonating in my own head, some irresistible suggestion inside myself. Mikey came with a choked gasp, and I swallowed all of his sweet, young cum at the voice’s urging, my head spinning.
I…I don’t know how it happened. I…I want to say someone put him there, put us into position, made us do it. I want to say it was the voice, compelling me. But I…I think it was me. I was the one who pushing the twin away from my cock, slid up, and told my own grandson to sit on my cock, to feel his grandpa’s big cock deep inside him. He was loose and wet, well used already at that point, but…but that only made it hotter for some reason. I blacked out not long after that, but I do remember filling him up. I came, and at the same time, it felt like the darkness inside me solidified, turned to barbed wire and thorns, tearing its way into my soul, impossible to unwind and disentangle. I couldn’t stop the thoughts anymore, they felt like…like my own. They were my own. I demanded one of the twins sit on my cock, and he obliged, the other keeping me plied with liquor kisses. My grandson, meanwhile, worshiped the twin’s father’s filthy body, and sucked his cock. I…I kept drinking in the hope that I wouldn’t remember any of it, and honestly, nearly all of it is a blur, but it’s there, all the same, the certainty that it happened, even if I can’t access the particulars. It never seemed to end, but it did end at some point, because eventually I woke up on the filthy trailer floor, entangled with everyone else, and as much as I wanted to feel horrified by what I’d done, all I wanted was, first, another bottle of booze, and then second, to plow all their holes all over again.
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