Date: Tue, 6 Jan 2009 00:16:37 -0500
From: JT Jones <whiteboyzbottom@gmail.com>
Subject: Long Walk Home 2

This is a story about young men sex. The ages are not specific but it is
implied that the main character is high school age. If you don't like
that DON'T read it! You have been warned. It is intended for adults to
read, not for minors. It is a fantasy, and am I in no way admonishing or
encouraging anything with this fictional work. Read only with pure
pleasure in mind. No effort to portray safe sex practices has been made.
If you have any comments send them to whiteboyzbottom@gmail.com or if you
would like to chat with me you can reach me at AIM at whiteboyzbottom.


Part 2 - Grandpa's Discipline

Twenty minutes later, Dante slowly pulled up his pants and underwear and
then stood up.  He was very sore and he could feel leftover semen still
oozing from his open hole.  The pain made it almost impossible for him to
walk to the side path to retrieve his backpack.  He had no idea how long of
a walk he still had and the sun was beginning to go down.  His mother would
certainly be worried.  She had taken a job at a diner near the school
working nights.  Usually she didn't leave the house until eight at night to
work the overnight shift.  Dante thought about what his grandfather would
say as he slowly made his way back to the house.  Most likely he would be
in front of the TV with a beer eating a TV dinner.  That was his routine
every night.  Dante staggered into the house an hour later.  Grandpa Willie
was in front of the TV just as Dante knew he would be.  He yelled at Dante
when he heard the front door shut.

"The hell you been boy.  You know how late it is.  Your mother has been
calling here every ten minutes asking if you gotten your narrow ass in this
house," he yelled over the TV.  Dante could only see the back of his head
and the light from the TV in the living room as he stood in the hallway in
front of the steps.

"I'm sorry Grandpa.  I met up with some friends after school and we lost
track of time.  I didn't mean to make Mom worry," said Dante.  He wasn't
about to tell his grandfather that he had been picked up after school and
raped out in the woods.

"No excuses boy.  In this house you follow my rules.  Now get upstairs and
take your shower.  I'll be upstairs in a minute with my belt," said Willie
without even turning around to face the teen.

"But Grandpa.  It wasn't my fault," Dante pleaded.

"I don't want to hear it.  Now get upstairs like I told you before I really
get mad," he yelled.

Dante didn't argue.  He went up the stairs to his room and pulled off his
clothes.  He reaked of urine and sweat.  He put his clothes in a bag and
then in a hamper in his closet.  He would wash those personally.  Once
naked, he went across the hall to the bathroom and turned on the hot water
to take a shower.  It felt good to wash off all of that dried urine, sweat
and cum stains off his body.  He put a finger back between his ass cheeks
and felt his hole.  It had snapped back to it's original size and he tried
to relax it with his pointer finger.  He could still feel semen inside and
he wanted to get it all out.  He fingered his hole with slow careful
strokes.  This made his teen cock get hard.  He continued to massage his
own hole and stroke his dick at the same time while the water from the
shower washed over him.  In minutes he was spraying the shower wall with
his sperm.  He washed it off with his rag and then turned off the water in
the shower.  He was dripping wet and the cold floor from the bathroom sent
a shock through his system.

He walked back to his room and looked through his dresser for a pair of
clean underwear.  Just then he heard footsteps on the stairs.  Grandpa
Willie was coming upstairs to whip him for sure.  He had never been beaten
before.  His Mom did not believe in corporal punishment so she had never
disciplined him like that.  This was all new to him.  He didn't know if he
should be naked or in just his underwear or fully clothed.  All he had to
go on for experience was what his friends told him back at his old school.

Willie didn't knock or ask if Dante was decent, he just opened the door and
walked right in.  His grandson was standing in the middle of the room in
only a pair of fresh white fruit of the loom briefs.  He gave the boy a
good look and realized that he was the spitting image of his loser father
with the exception of lighter skin and curly hair.

"Sit down," said Willie as he pointed to the bed.  Dante obeyed without
question.  Dante was frightened of his grandfather and Willie knew that.
He could tell by the way that he acted towards him in the house.  It was a
pretty small house, with only three bedrooms, but Dante managed to dodge
his grandfather every chance he got.

"I just want to say I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to make anybody worry,
really," said Dante hoping that if he just apologized incessantly maybe
Willie would not spank him.  He was wrong.

"Look here.  When you get out of school, I expect you home right after, you
hear me?" asked Willie.

"Yes SIR," said Dante looking at the floor.

Willie was standing over him.  He was a big man, about six feet tall and
maybe 200 pounds.  He wasn't fat, but he did have a little stomach.  His
hair was mostly gray but it was still thick and full.  Willie used to play
football back in school and still managed to keep up his linebacker's body,
somewhat.  It was the beers that caused him to have a gut.  His eyes were
gray like the color of steel, but there seemed to be no kindness or warmth
in them at all.  He had thin lips and a tight little mouth that never
smiled.  At least Dante had never seen a smile on his face.

"Now I know your mother is one of them liberals who don't believe in giving
kids the strap, but I'm from the old days.  When a boy is bad he either
gets taken out behind a woodshed or his old man would pull him cross his
lap, pull down his trousers and really give it to him," said Willie.

"Oh please dont grandpa.  I'll never be late again, I swear," said Dante.
There was pure fear in his eyes.

"I know you wont.  This is to reinforce that fact," said Willie as he
slowly undid his belt and pulled it out from the loops of his pants.  He
took a seat near Dante on the bed and spread his legs open wide.  He pulled
Dante like a rag doll and threw him across his lap with one jerk.  Dante
had started crying before the belt made contact.  "Quit that whining.  In
my day, we learned to take our beatings like men.  These days, you boys are
just pussies."

Dante tried to suck it up but he just couldn't.  Willie put one hand on
Dante's back and then pulled down Dante's underwear with his other hand.
He was now naked with his ass pointed up at his grandfather's face.  Willie
reached back with the leather belt gripped in his fist and came down across
Dante's ass.  He screamed.  Willie paid no attention and reached up once
again and let the belt come down again across Dante's ass cheeks.  He did
this over and over again.  Dante could not stop crying.  He moved his arms
and tried to block the belt with his hands, but Willie held the boy's hands
tight behind his back.  Dante continued to squirm as he felt the heat from
his grandfather's lap.

Willie then dropped the belt on the floor and began to slap Dante's ass
with his bare hands.  This went on for ten minutes, slapping each cheek in
turn and then together.  Dante's butt had turned a ripe red color.  After
another ten smacks, Willie stopped the spanking and rubbed the boys sore
buns.  He then pulled him up off his lap and picked the belt up off the
floor.  He stood so that he towered over the boy.  "Next time, I wont be so
easy on you," he said.

Dante began to cry again and dropped his head.  Just as his gaze went to
the floor, he noticed a tent had grown in the front of his grandfather's
pants.  Did he get off on this?  Nonsense, Dante thought as he massaged his
sore butt and put his underwear back on and prepared for bed.

"I'll be back to check on you after the game is over.  Now go to bed" he
said as he left out of the room.  He switched off the light and closed the
door slowly behind him.

Dante prayed that he would never do anything to piss off his grandfather
and make him spank him again.  He shed a few tears into his pillow before
he drifted off to sleep.  A few hours later, after he had already fallen
asleep.  The door creaked open as Willie quietly walked into his grandson's
room.  The boy was sleeping peacefully under the covers.  Willie walked
over to the bed and gently pulled the sheets back to take another good look
at the boy's young body.  He was beautiful, for sure.  He reached out and
touched the boy's ripe round buns.  There was no movement.  He slid his
hand under the waistband of the underwear and felt the warm touch of the
boys soft buns.  It took almost of all his strength not to throw the boy
down and ram his hard cock in his ass while he was giving him a spanking.
He noticed during their session that a clear thin liquid leaked from the
boy's ass while he was using the belt.  That's when he knew he could have
the boy for real.  The thought that someone had already taken the boy's 15
year old cherry and had already creamed his walls made Willie's own cock
stand at attention.  He was wearing only a robe.  His daugther, Julie,
would be at until the breakfast rush at the dine so he had all night to
play.

He had plenty of nigger tail in his day but none as beautiful and innocent
as this one.  The last time was maybe a year or two ago when a black couple
had broken down about a mile away from his house.  The man had walked to
the nearest house, his, to ask to use the phone or for help getting to a
garage.  Willie couldn't resist, and the man was more than willing to drop
to his knees to show his appreciation for helping him and his wife out in a
crisis.

This treat would be much sweeter.  He sniffed the boy's scent and became
intoxicated.  He had to have him.  He stood up and untied his robe.
Slowly, he pulled the robe off and let it fall to the floor.  Now he was
completely naked, massaging his eight inch cock to full erection.  It
didn't take long.  Willie had no problems getting and keeping at erection
at his age, even without a little blue pill.  He told himself that he was
born to fuck.  He got into bed with the youth and pulled him close to his
body.  It was a tight squeeze in the small twin sized bed but he would make
do.  In his sleep, Dante automatically reached out and wrapped his arms
around his naked grandfather.  Willie gave the boy a kiss on his forehead
and squeezed him, holding him close to his hairy chest.

Instinctly, Willie's cock got hard and poked the boy in his side.  Dante
felt for it in his sleep and rubbed it with his hands. "Suck it boy," he
whispered into Dante's ear.  He wasn't sure if the boy was sleeping or just
pretending, but he didn't care.  Willie grabbed the boy by his chin and
planted a kiss on his tender, soft lips.  The boy was kissing back now.
Dante opened his eyes and looked his grandfather in the eyes with a look of
shock.

"Grandpa Willie?" he asked.

"Yes boy.  Grandpa is here and wants to sample your sweet black ass," said
Willie as he kissed the boy on his nipples.  Willie was rock hard and still
being stroked.

Dante was also rock hard.  Dante didn't know if he was dreaming or what.
He knew whatever it was, the feeling was great.  It felt a lot better than
being with those two sadistic punks who raped him earlier.  He threw his
head back as his grandfather licked and sucked on each nipple in turn.
Willie's hands rubbed all over Dante's smooth young body.  There was hardly
any hair anywhere, except for a small patch around his dick and balls.
Willie wanted to taste the boy's hole.  He pulled off Dante's underwear and
threw it on the floor.  Then he rolled him over on his stomach and spread
his legs apart.  Dante did not know what was about to come next.  Willie
ran his hands all along the side of Dante's body and his tongue down his
spine.  The feeling was amazing.

Willie let his tongue travel down, past the boy's tail bone, between his
ass cheeks to the dark, hairless hole in between.  Dante heard a moan
escape his lips, but he did not recognize the voice.  This one was softer
and much more feminine sounding.  The boy's voice had not fully dropped yet
so there were times when people would mistake him for a girl on the phone
still.  Dante's girly sounding moans seemed to drive Willie mad with
pleasure as he dove deeper into Dante's hole.  His face was planted in the
young boy's backside, his strong, rough, white hands gripped the soft brown
hips and held them still while he licked and tasted Dante's chocolate
tunnel.  Dante was still fresh from his shower and all Willie could smell
was the scent of Ivory soap and the boy's own natural musk.

"Grandpa, is this for real?" asked Dante as he bit the pillows, trying not
to let another girlish moan escape his lips.

"Yes baby!  Grandpa likes the dark meat.  I had no idea you would be down
for this though.  I could have been taking that ass of yours," said Willie
between licks.

"But how did you know I would....?" began Dante.

"I saw the cum oozing out of your sweet little hole while I was spanking
you boy.  I knew you were out getting fucked.  That's why you were late
coming home from school today," said Willie.

"But it's not what you think Grandpa.  I didn't let them," said Dante.

"Them?  More than one?  You really are a hot little whore," said Willie.

"They said they were gonna give me a ride Grandpa and I believed them.  I
didn't know that they would," said Dante starting to cry.

"They take your sweet black cherry boy?  Tell Grandpa who did it.  They
fuck your sweet black ass?" asked Willie, who had stopped licking and was
now positioning his hard dick at Dante's now slick, and wet hole.

"Yes SIR," said Dante.

Willie eased his cock inside Dante's tight little tunnel.  Dante screamed
from the pain but held on.  He buried his face in the pillows to keep from
making too much noise.  His hole had snapped back to its original shape and
not it was like he was being opened back up all over again.  Willie knew
how to fuck a boy's ass.  He teased the hole with his cock and would take
slow strokes while he slid in half-way and then pulled out and then slid
back in again.

The pain quickly turned to pleasure as Dante tried to throw his ass back
and meet Willie with each stroke.  the fact that Dante was now fucking him
back proved that he wanted those guys to bang his little box.  Willie knew
deep down his grandson was a hot ass, dick taking slut.  He was going to
fuck the boy every chance he got.  Secretly, he cursed the men who took the
boy's virginity and robbing him the chance to do it.  The boy's ass was
warm and tight, just what Willie needed after a hard day's work at the
plant.

Dante was moaning again.  He couldn't believe that he was getting fucked
yet again in the course of one day.  Secretly, he wished that what he was
doing would make his grandfather be nicer to him.  He wanted validation
from the man, since he never knew his own father.  If letting the man fuck
him would secure a good relationship, then Dante was willing to accept the
guilt of having sex with his own grandfather.

Willie was really fucking the boy now.  He could feel his climax reaching
the point of no return and he was determined to mark the boy with his own
sperm.  Dante was holding the bars of the headboard tight and biting the
pillow as Willie rode him.  He hoped that it would be over soon because he
wasn't sure how much more of an assault his poor hole could take.  Willie
grabbed a handful of Dante's curly hair and pulled.  Dante screamed from
the pain as Willie continued to fuck him painfully.  He was still screaming
as Willie began to climax.  The warm shots of semen seemed to sooth his
insides.  Willie slapped Dante on his ass as he continued to orgasm inside
Dante.  When it was finally over, Willie fell onto Dante's back and drifted
off to sleep.