Date: Tue, 22 Oct 2013 11:19:41 +0100
From: Fun_seeker <fun_seeker@btinternet.com>
Subject: Friends Grandson 3

Friend's Grandson Comes to Stay - Part 3 (M/B)

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Andy takes up the story the next morning

Wow! I thought as I woke up, what a fantastic day yesterday was. I had
sucked Paul's lovely cock to the hilt and taken his load of cum. He had
sucked me off, fingered me to a double hands-free cum and finally fucked my
arse with his fat cock until I blew a load 6ft across the pool deck. It had
surpassed my wildest dreams.

I was worried when I suggested to Gramps that I should stay with Paul in
Spain that, although we had groped each other a few times in the pool last
year as a mid 30's man, he would not want to have sex with a 14-year-old
teen. However, as soon as I saw him floating naked in the pool I knew he
must want me as much as I wanted him.

I wondered what today would bring. I could feel Paul asleep beside me on
the bed. I gently reached out to the bedside cabinet and checked the time
on my phone. It was just before nine so we had both slept for eleven hours,
we must have worn ourselves out yesterday with all the sex.

I gently turned over in the bed so as not to wake Paul. He was lying on his
back but I could see there was one part of him that was already
awake. There was a definite tent caused by his hard cock in the thin sheet
that was covering us both.  I slowly twisted round to get my head under the
sheet and started to suck Paul's cock. It must have been a good dream he
was having, as I immediately got a load of his precum in my mouth. After a
couple of minutes sucking the head of his cock, I could feel Paul stir.

"Now, that's a nice way to wake up. Now shift over into a sixty-nine, so I
can suck your cock as well"

With my growth spurt over the last year, I was only about six inches
shorter than Paul was, so we were able to sixty-nine easily. Having changed
positions so I was on top, I was now able to deep throat Paul, rather than
just sucking his knob.  In what seemed like no time we were simultaneously
blowing our loads. I rolled off Paul and we lay top to tail as we both
recovered. As I softened I suddenly realised I desperately needed to have a
piss.

"Shit I need a piss," I said.

"Me too," said Andy, as he got out of bed and made a dash for the en-suite
with me following close behind. Andy didn't go to the loo as I would have
expected but got straight in the big open shower.

"Don't bother with the loo, you will probably only spray the floor. Get in
the shower with me."

I knew what he meant. Mum was always having a go at me about the pee stains
on the floor of my bathroom. Maybe I should start pissing in my shower
instead. I jumped into the shower to join Paul. What happened next
surprised me. As Paul's piss started to flow, he took hold of his dick,
aimed the stream at my pubic hair, and then slowly raised his aim so his
piss came up my belly and onto my chest.

I had seen various bits on the internet about "water sports" but they had
been of no interest to me before. However feeling Paul's hot piss hitting
my body and running down me changed my mind. This was seriously sexy. The
feeling of Paul's piss running off my semi hard cock got my piss flowing,
so I copied Paul and starting at his cock slowly raised my aim until my
piss was hitting his chest.

"Higher, I want your piss on my face."

Well I always aim to please, so I raised my cock so my piss was hitting
Paul's face. He closed his eyes and mouth and let my piss run all over his
face. By this time, Paul had dried up but with one final spurt, I even
managed to get piss in his hair.

"I was not sure how you would react when I started pissing on you but knew
from yesterday you were a bit kinky and adventurous. Looks like you enjoyed
it though."

I moved over to Paul and rubbed my pissed soaked body against his. "Well I
wasn't expecting that type of shower but that was hot in more ways than
one." I replied.

"Ok let's get this piss showered off, it may be fun at the time but
smelling of stale piss afterwards is not nice."

As he said that, Paul twisted the shower control and we were deluged in
cold water, from the big overhead showerhead. It left us both spluttering,
until the water started to warm up.

When I got out of the shower, Paul asked me to pass him his shaving foam
and razor from the sink. He proceeded to lather up his cock, balls and
crack.

"Paul, I realised you must shave down there as you have smooth balls, but
aren't you scared of cutting yourself. I am terrified at the thought of wet
shaving. I only have to shave my face once a week as yet and Dad bought me
an electric shaver for Christmas."

"No, I find I am more likely to cut myself if I try using electric
clippers. You will have noticed I don't have big dangly balls like you, I
only have my cherry and plum! When I shower, my balls pull up tight so I
can easily run the blade over them, it's not like I am using a cut-throat!"

As he said this, he quickly ran the razor over his balls and around the
base of his shaft. He then turned, handed the razor to me, bent over and
pulled his arse cheeks apart, saying, "Can you run the razor up my crack,
you will be able to give me a cleaner shave than if I do it myself."

I must admit my hands were shaking as I did it, but I managed to shave off
the few hairs that were in Paul's crack without drawing blood.

As we finished up in the bathroom, Paul said, "Lets grab some breakfast and
you can practice some lengths in the pool while I check my emails. I'll
probably be about an hour but after that, I will be your sex slave to
command as you wish for the rest of the day."

True to his word, about an hour later Paul came down and joined me in the
pool. We fooled around for a bit and then went to lie on the sun beds. Paul
made sure I was well coated with suntan cream, particularly the bits of me
that did not normally see the light of day. He said I had three weeks to
get a tan and it was better to start slowly so as not burn. That way he
said, I would get a better colour and keep it for longer. I did wonder how
I would bluff my way through PE at school next term, when the lads saw I
had no tan lines, but thought fuck it, I'll worry about it then.

After about another hour, Paul said it was time for a break from the sun
as, it was getting to its most powerful. We moved up onto the shaded
terrace and Paul grabbed us a couple of cans of cold pop from the
kitchen. Once we settled together on the sofa I asked "So sex slave do you
take it up the arse, as well as give it?"

Paul replied in role, "Oh yes master, your slave is an accomplished
bottom. In fact slave is more often a bottom than a top, as most men, let
alone a teen like you are unable or unwilling to be fucked by a cock of
slave's girth."

"Well in that case slave I better see how good a fuck you are. Go get me
the lube and then get your arse in the air, so I can prepare you," at that
point I burst out laughing and Paul joined in.

"Sorry Paul but I don't think the master slave thing is my thing but will
you let me fuck you?"

"No it's not really my thing either, I only said it in the shower as a bit
of a laugh. I'd love you to fuck me though and I was serious in what I
said, I think you will find I am a talented bottom."

With that, after getting the lube Paul spread the towel over the sofa and
knelt on the floor resting his body on the sofa with his arse in the air as
I had done yesterday. I started by rimming him until his hole started to
open, then lubing up my fingers, first inserting my middle finger to the
knuckle. When I pressed down inside his rectum, I could feel a lump. Paul
groaned and said, "Yep that's the spot," and precum streamed out of his
hard cock onto the floor. I knew I had found his prostate and now where to
try to aim for when I was fucking him. I added some more lube to his hole
and found I could easily slide in a second finger, followed by a third
until finally I was stretching Paul's arse hole with all four fingers.

"So, are you ready to fuck me stud?" Paul asked.

I didn't answer him, but withdrew my fingers, lubed up my cock and then
knelt up to bring my knob end up against his arse hole. I slowly leant my
body forward and my cock easily slid through Paul's ring. It felt like I
was sliding it to a warm velvet glove. It was the most amazing feeling. As
my pubes touched Paul's arse he clenched his ring around the base of my
cock. I almost blew then but took a couple of deep breaths and paused for a
moment or two to let the feeling pass.

I knew if I tried to pound Paul's arse hard, as I got him to pound mine
yesterday, I would blow my load in a stroke or two. Instead, I slowly
pulled out until just the head of my cock was at his ring and then slowly
pushed back in, trying to angle my cock down to rub across his
prostate. After about three stokes Paul was groaning in pleasure, so I
guessed I was doing something right.

"Are you sure you have never fucked anyone before? You are going at it like
a pro and you are banging my prostate on each stoke. This is the best fuck
I have had in years."

Wow, it felt fucking fantastic to me as well, with Paul massaging my cock
with his arse as I fucked him. I managed to keep fucking him slowly for a
couple more minutes but then started to feel my balls tightening up and
knew I was going to cum soon. I started to pound Paul harder and faster as
my excitement built.

"Oh yeah go for it, blow your load up my arse. Fuck I'm cumming!" Paul
screamed in ecstasy.

As Paul came, his ring clamped round my dick and I exploded my load of
spunk deep into his arse. I was seeing stars as Paul's ring continued to
pulse around my dick causing me to pump yet more spunk into him. I
collapsed back onto the floor, pulling my dick out of his arse in the
process. Paul turned over and sat down on the floor with a bump,
exhausted. He reached over, hugged me and gave me a long kiss.

Once we got our breath back, he said, "That's the most amazing fuck I have
ever had, I don't know how you did it but you pulled every trick in the
book and were punching all my buttons. When you were fingering me before
you started to fuck me, how many fingers did you have up my arse?"

"Four," I replied and I showed him how I had pulled my fingers together to
curve my hand round when I fingered him.

"I wonder, I have always wanted to be fisted but whenever a guy has tried
to do it to me his hand has always been a bit too big and he's never been
able to get his knuckles thorough my ring. Would you like to give it a go?
You hands are a bit smaller so you might be able to fist me."

"Well I think you may have figured out by now I'll give anything a
try. What have I got to do?"

Paul showed my how to curl my thumb under my hand to try to make my knuckle
as small as possible. He also said that he would probably still by quite
lose after the pounding I had given him so I could probably start straight
in with four fingers. Paul then knelt up again on the sofa. I could see
some of my cum had escaped from his arse so first I licked that up. As Paul
said, I was able to insert the four fingers quite easily and when I started
to open his hole up, I could see the cream pie of cum I had left inside
him. After a couple of minutes of stretching him, I put more lube all over
my hand and wrist. Following Paul's instructions, I folded my thumb under
my hand and started to finger him again. I told Paul what I was doing and
as I felt him try to relax his arse, my hand slipped through until his ring
closed around my wrist.

"Fuck you're in!"

"Yep, your ring is around my wrist. Do you want me to form a fist now?"

"Go ahead, then lube up your forearm and see how much of your arm you can
get in."

I slowly formed my hand into a fist in his arse, as my fingers moved I
could feel my sticky cum inside him. I then started to slowly push my arm
into Paul, until his ring was about half way up my arm. Paul groaned loudly
as my fist passed across his prostate. I then pulled out slowly until my
wrist as at his ring before pushing back in again. After doing this a few
times, I went a bit deeper with each thrust. It was obvious to me that I
was not hurting Paul, so I speed up my thrusting a bit more. Paul just
seemed to be making one continuous groan of pleasure. Suddenly his ring
clamped down on my arm and Paul screamed out as he shot a huge load of cum
onto the tiles. He must have clamped on down on my arm a dozen more times
pumping out more cum each time before finally his ring relaxed. I
unclenched my fist and eased my hand out of his hole. I watched as his ring
winked at me, closing up a bit more each time.

It took Paul twenty minutes before he recovered enough to be able to stand
and we could make our way to the bathroom to clean ourselves up. After
which we had a late lunch.

Over lunch, I asked Paul what his neighbours would think about all the
noise but he explained that all the villas around him were empty. He told
me the expats had gone home as they find the heat in July too much and that
the two Spanish owners would not arrive with their families until the 1st
August, so we had two more weeks before we had to be more careful about our
outdoor activities.

Later after a lazy afternoon round the pool, when we were in the bedroom
changing to go out for a meal, Paul said, "Nice briefs but I thought all
you youngsters wore boxers these days?"

I had on one of the two pairs of CK briefs that Gran & Granddad bought me
for my birthday. I had found them displayed in Gran's Littlewoods
catalogue, when we visited them in York at Easter. I was wearing the light
grey pair with white waistband.

"Well I wear boxers for school as all the other lads do. I don't want to
stand out from the crowd, but I wear briefs the rest of the time. I like
the way briefs hold you, I hate how your tackle flops around in boxers. I
have crushed my nuts a couple of times at school when I have sat down and
my balls have been loose and saggy."

"I agree," Paul said as he pulled out a pair of red briefs with black trim
from his draw. "I never wear boxers, I always briefs, jock straps or
occasionally a thong"

After adjusting his cock and balls in the briefs, he turned to get a pair
jeans from the wardrobe, which is when I saw the back of his pants, or more
correctly the lack of the back. Although they looked like normal briefs
from the front the back had been cut away in a jock style so the straps
framed Paul's buns perfectly. When I looked at the waistband I could see
they were a brand called Andrew Christian.

"Wow I would love to have a pair of briefs like that but I don't know what
Mum would say when she came to wash them. Don't think she would want to
hang them on the line to dry for the neighbours to see," he giggled.

"Well another day, you will have to go through my pants draw and see if
anything fits you. You could at least wear them while you are in
Spain. Anyway stop looking at my arse and finish getting dressed as the
taxi will be here in ten minutes to take us to the restaurant."

Paul took me to his local Chinese for the dinner. When they asked him who I
was, he explained in Spanish that I was the grandson of a close friend of
his and that I was staying for three weeks so they would probably see more
of me. I am taking Spanish at school and found I could follow most of the
conversation. I even joined in a little without making a fool of myself.

When we got back to the villa, I gave Mum and Dad a quick call to wish them
good-bye as they were off on their cruise tomorrow. They told me Gran was
out of hospital and that Gran and Gramps would probably be coming down to
stay with us for a few days when I got back from Spain. After that it was
straight to bed as we were both exhausted from the day's sex-exercise.



My other story on Nifty is in the Gay Incest section:

Kinky Father and Son (Posted 5th March 2009)
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/kinky-father-and-son