Date: Mon, 13 Aug 2007 11:44:34 -0700
From: Wolf pomo <whitewold999@icqmail.com>
Subject: Boy Toy for Grandpa's (gay / adult youth, b/M, b/M..)

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descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boy's
discovering their sexuality.  It contains graphic
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Boy Toy for Grandpa's
By
Wolf

	It all started on a warm summer's day when the
family was having a reunion in a wooded park.  While
the family was either preparing the meal most of the
children and men were playing softball.

	Sam was not interested in sports and had
avoided getting involved in the game.  Sam's
grandmother had invited a male friend of hers to be
her guest.  He must have been at least 62-years old.
She called him Uncle Art even though he was not a
member of the family.

	He invited Sam to take a walk in the woods with
him.  He was quick to accept the offer to get away
from all of the family that kept trying to get him to
join in the games.

	Sam didn't feel like he was meant to be a
member of this family because he was the only 7-year
old in the family that didn't want to play baseball,
football or basketball.  So the invitation to get away
from them was a welcome distraction.

	They followed a path through the pine and
cedar forest.  The two of them crossed several
creeks and followed the trail alongside of the creek
for some time.  Eventually Sam told Art that he
needed to pee.

	Art suggested to him that they should get
farther away from the creek because it was not
environmentally friendly to pee too close to the
creek.  It would wind up in the water otherwise.  He
led Sam off of the trail deeper into the forest until
they passed over a ridge into another watershed
area.

	Sam had on shorts that did not have a fly in
front.  He was forced to pull his shorts down to his
knees to pee.  Art announced that he had to pee too.
He unfastened his pants and pulled them down to his
knees too.  They stood there next to each other
peeing down slope as they held their penises.  Sam
was the first one finished peeing.  When Art was
finished he shook his cock up and down to get the last
drop away.

	Sam had noticed that the old man's cock was not
circumcised like his own.  He had never seen a cock
before that had a foreskin that completely covered
the head of the cock.  Art saw what Sam was looking
at and said, "Why don't I show you the difference
between our things."

	Art pulled back the foreskin back to show the
boy that under the skin his cock did look a lot like his
own.  He stood there with his limp cock dangling
between his legs and the skin pulled back.  He placed
on hand on Sam's shoulder and the other hand on his
own hip while the boy studied the cock.

	Art was a little taller than six feet tall, maybe
6' 2".  He had gray hair that he combed straight back
to cover a thinning spot.  His face was kind looking
but weathered from years of some sort of work that
kept him outdoors.  He must have been about 145
pounds and his waist was 32 inches.  The pubic hair
was almost completely gray too.  Sam could not take
his eyes off of the wrinkled cock and hairy ball sack.
Sam could not resist the desire to touch the man's
cock.

	He took hold of it and found the skin very loose.
He was pulling the skin towards himself until the head
was completely covered and then pulling it back to
expose the knob.  He was slowly jacking Art off.  He
felt the thing getting stiffer and longer.  In a short
time the man's cock was sticking straight out in front
of his body.  They were standing so close that the
man's dick was poking Sam in the navel.

	Sam had experienced morning piss boners
before but he had never gotten one just because he
had sexual feelings before.  His cock was no bigger
around than a man's thumb and normally it was only
about three inches long.  At that moment it was
longer than he had ever seen it.  It must have been
twice as long as normal.  He felt very strange playing
with the old man's cock with his own cock bumping
into the man's leg.

	Art took that opportunity to sit Sam on the
ground and he sat down beside him so that he could
suck his cock.  The old man was able to get all of his
cock into his mouth along with his tight little scrotum.
Sam could not believe how good it felt to have the
man sucking on him and using his tongue to stimulate
him too.

	Sam was too young to climax but eventually even
a good thing becomes torture.  He had to push the
Art's head away.  As the man sat up he placed his
hand on the back of Sam's neck and pulled his head
down into his lap.  Sam knew what he wanted and
opened his mouth to accept the head of the cock.  He
feared that he would choke on it but he did manage
to get most of it into his mouth.  He sucked the soft
skin like it was a straw and ran his tongue under the
foreskin.  Just having his tongue licking the old man's
cock head was tickling Art unbelievably.  Art let him
do that for a short time before he stopped him.  He
had other ideas about what he wanted to teach Sam
that afternoon.

	Sam didn't offer any resistance when Art
turned him over and placed him belly down over a
large granite bolder.  He parted Sam's little butt and
spit on his asshole.  Sam knew what he was about to
do but didn't not move or say anything.  The old man
stuck a finger into his ass just like his mother did to
him to give him an enema.  It did hurt some.  He was
moaning a little.  The man finger fucked him until the
sounds Sam made were ones of pleasure.  That was
when he replaced his finger with his cock.

	Art pulled a tube of some sort of stuff out of
his pants pocket that smelled like strawberries as he
squeezed some all over the top of his cock.  He
rubbed the stuff all over his cock and then stuck the
finger back in Sam's asshole to grease it up.

	Just the same when Art inserted his cock in
Sam's asshole it hurt like hell.  It was a good thing
the man was on the small side.  His cock was not much
bigger than Sam's.  He fucked Sam until he climaxed.

	When Art was finished he pulled out of the
boy's butt and Sam stood up.  He saw the wet spot on
the rock where some cum had leaked out of his ass
between his legs.  He reached back and felt his
asshole.  It was still gaping open.  The rim was swollen
and his hand was quickly covered in the man's white
slippery cum.  Art wiped his cock off on Sam's ass
before pulling up his pants.

	Sam sat on the rock for a while.  Even the hard
rock felt good as he wiped his ass on the rock.
Eventually he stood up and pulled his shorts back up.
He had to walk like a bowlegged cowboy for a mile or
so on their way back to the park.

	While they were walking back Art told Sam not
to tell anyone what they had done.  He assured him
that no one would believe him.  Sam assumed he was
telling the truth.  Surly no one would believe that he
could have done to him what he had done.

	When they got back to the picnic grounds he
stayed close to his grandmother.  He didn't tell her
what the man had done.  After that day he never saw
that old man again.  He never had the nerve to ask his
grandmother where he was.

	After that experience he dwelt on that day all
of the time.  He could not resist jacking-off while
thinking about that gray haired old man.  He found
that he was attracted to men old enough to be his
grandfather.

	Sam and his mother lived in Des Moines, Iowa.
She was a nurse in a large hospital.  She worked one
month days, one month nights and the next month
graveyard.  That meant Sam was entrusted to the
care of babysitters most of the time.  They lived in a
community that was mostly older people.  They were
retired, widowed or single for one reason or another.
His mother enlisted the neighbors to baby-sit for
him.

	Sam preferred the older men.  He developed a
knack for spotting older men that were interested in
young boys.  He also learned that they would buy him
things like bikes, baseball gloves and other toys in
exchange for his sexual favors.  He became a regular
little whore for old men.

	The fist man that he seduced looked a lot like
the friend of his grandmother.  When his was staying
at his house while his mother was working he became
his friend.  He would flirt with him by getting as
physically close to him as possible.  He could tell the
man was uncomfortable when he would touch him.
Then on day he told the man that there was
something wrong with his penis.  He told him that it
was always hard.  He asked him if he would look at it.

	The white haired old man knew he was lying but
could not resist having a look.  Sam had masturbated
himself until it was swollen and would not go down.
When he pulled his pants down the old man knelt
before him and looked at his cock.  When he touched
it Sam flinched in pain.  The old man took the swollen
cock into his mouth and suck on the boy.  Sam took
hold of his white hair and fucked his mouth.  While
the old man was down there sucking his cock he could
not resist sticking his finger up Sam's ass.  Sam
started moving his ass back and forth.  That way he
was fucking the mouth on his cock and fucking his own
ass on the finger.  The old man eventually lifted his
head up and asked Sam if he could fuck him in the
ass.

	Sam turned around and spread his ass so that
the old man could get a good look at his asshole.  The
way that Sam could spread it open assured the old
man that this boy was no virgin.

	When the man pulled his cock out of his pants
Sam sucked it and spit on it to get it good and wet.
Then he turned his back to him.  He spread his legs a
little and placed his hands on the floor.  The old man
fucked him for a long time before he squirted cum
into his ass.  He hung around that afternoon until the
old man could get another hard-on so that he could
suck his cock. When he climaxed he marveled that his
cum was almost yellow because the old man always
chewed tobacco.

	After that when ever the man sat for him they
always got around to fucking and sucking.  He was the
first one to buy him a gift.  He told Sam's mother
that he enjoyed Sam's company and would like to buy
him a new bicycle.  Sam had never thought about
trading sexual favors for gifts before but that got
him to thinking.

	Sam's fame spread around the community fast
enough.  He had plenty of men wanting to be his
grandpa too.  He was willing to go home with any man
that he felt safe with.  He had a thing for the ones
that looked like Santa Clause.  White bearded men
with big bellies were so much fun to play with.  He
could suck them by the hour.  It was a little difficult
finding a position that was comfortable for them to
fuck his ass but it was so much fun.

	The tall slender ones tented to have long cocks
and were able to pick him up and insert their dick in
his ass while standing up with his legs wrapped around
their waist.  Sam was spending so much time with the
neighbor men that his mother suspected some of the
men sitting for him were molesting him but he
assured her that they were not doing anything.

	One time when he was staying with his
grandmother he had made friends with a neighbor
that was at lest as old as granny.  When his granny
went shopping one day he could not resist getting a
little action from the next door neighbor.  He figured
that he would have at least a couple of hours.  He
went next door and the two of them stripped all of
their clothes off.  The two of them sucked each
other at least until the old man filled Sam's mouth
with cum.  When the old man was able Sam presented
his ass to be fucked but before the man could cum
their heard granny's car driving up.

	Sam had to dress quickly and scurry through
the backyard fence and enter the back door as his
granny was carrying in her bags of groceries.  Granny
smiled at him and asked him to help carry in the bags.
She didn't say anything but she saw the white cum on
his chin.

	His grandmother was a silver haired prim and
proper lady as far as anyone knew.  No one would
suspect that she was such a perverted old lady.  It
was not until many years later that his granny told
him that she had known what had happened on the
picnic with Uncle Art.  She admitted that she had
asked Art to teach Sam about sex.  She told him that
she had seen to it that his cousins were taught to
satisfy older men just as she had him.  In exchange
for providing Art with a number of boys he hooked
her up with young girls.

	When Sam reached the age of 14 he learned
that he was too old for the old men.  They were not
interested in boys his age.  It hurt his feelings that
he was being rejected.  There were a couple of
daddies that wanted him to fuck their asses but Sam
was more interested in the grandpas than daddies.

	On Sam's sixteenth birthday party he the
cousin of one of his guests.  He was a couple of years
younger.  Sam was attracted to him.  As the rest of
the guests began to leave of pass out he was talking
to this guy.  He told him about his attraction to older
men.  This guy related his own story about how he was
seduced by the friend of his grandfather.  The story
was very similar to his story.  During the week he was
visiting they would get together daily.  They told each
other stories about the old men they had sex with
and took turn sucking and fucking each other.  Sam
more or less gave up having sex with males after that.

	He was drafted into the Army.  He might as well
be a monk for all the sex he got during those two
years.  When he returned home he met an older
woman that he fell in love with.  She was 16 years
older than him but he could not resist her.  It was
not until his granny passed away and he was looking at
pictures of her in an album that he realized that his
wife looked a lot like her.  In their 30 years of
marriage she never suspected his desire for sex with
older men.




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