Date: Sat, 11 Jun 2011 12:39:16 +0100
From: Philip Burbidge <philipadrian@live.co.uk>
Subject: Big Cock Little Cock chapter 2 - stories/incest

This story contains graphic descriptions of sex between a young boy and his
grandfather.  If this offends you, please read no further.  Such behaviour
should not be copied or emulated and is based upon wishful thinking and
fantasy.

Comments encouraged and welcomed at philipadrian@live.co.uk


Chapter Two			Philip and Granddad


The following day, Philip's parents drove him 100 miles north so he could
spend the long summer vacation with his paternal grandparents.  Philip's
parents worked very long hours, whereas his grandparents were semi-retired.
His grandmother worked three or four days each week for a local florist.
His grandfather had recently retired from the Armed Forces and ran a small
IT business from home.  So there was always someone to look after him.
Philip's parents drove back home on the Sunday evening, leaving him behind.

Philip was rather quiet throughout the journey, still reoccupied with the
big spunking cock he had seen on Friday which he couldn't get out of his
mind.  The following morning, his grandmother went off to work, as usual,
leaving his grandfather reading the paper in the lounge.  Philip wandered
into the room.

"Granddad, can I ask you something.  It's a bit rude.  You won't be angry
with me, will you?"

Now grandfather, George, knowing his daughter-in-law was rather prudish,
had said to Philip, `If you want to ask any embarrassing questions, you can
always ask me'.  At the time, Philip didn't really know what he meant, but
now he thought he did.

"Come and sit on my knee and ask away", he said, "I thought you looked a
bit pensive".

Philip wandered over and perched on his grandfather's knee, his legs
dangling between George's thighs .  "Granddad, does you willy get stiff.
Do you rub it, make yourself feel good and shoot the white stuff?"

George was, somewhat, taken aback.  He had been expecting an anodyne
question about the `birds and the bees!  It presented him with a moral
dilemma.  He had always said that if a child asked about the veracity of
Santa Claus or the Tooth Fairy, you must always be honest with them and
tell them the truth.  Obviously, they were old enough to accept it.  Having
said that, he didn't fancy discussing his masturbatory habits with his
eight year old grandson!

While he was considering all this, Philip continued, "If you do, I would
love to watch you do it and, perhaps I could help you out".

Again George was gobsmacked.  His grandson had just offered to help him
masturbate!  All this sex talk, was making Philip horny.

"Look granddad, I've got a stiffy!, he cried.

And he thrust his groin forward, displaying a small tent in his shorts.

"So you have", said George, his reflex being to focus on his grandson's
crotch.

 As if in a dream, he stretched out his hand and placed it on his
grandson's cock.  His own sex life had become rather limited in recent
years.  A monthly fuck to keep his wife happy and, two or three times each
week, he would shut himself in his study, when his wife was out and wanked
himself off looking at pictures he had found on-line or with like-minded
men he `met' in chat rooms or on the phone.  He had not had the opportunity
to wank and cum for several days and he was feeling distinctly horny!
Philip glanced at his granddad's crotch.  The bulge was much bigger than
usual.

"Granddad, have you got a stiffy as well?" he exclaimed, "Can I see it?".

George had, indeed, got a hard-on and his resistance was decreasing as his
horniness increased.  "I tell you what," he whispered, "You show me yours
and I'll show you mine".  Why on earth his granddad wanted to see his
little boycock when he had such a big, spunking mancock, was beyond him.
But before he changed his mind, Philip slipped off his grandfather's knee,
stood between his legs facing him and pulled down his shorts, exposing his
stiff, hairless little cock.  Again, as if mesmerized, George fondled
Philip's genitals.

 "Ooh, granddad!  That feels good!  Please can I see yours now?", he cooed.

George stood up, slowly unclasped and unzipped his trousers, then let them
fall to the floor.  Pushing his shirt-tails aside, showing his hard,
throbbing cock constricted by his underpants, he slipped his thumbs inside
his underwear and pulled them down to his knees.  His big, thick cock
sprang out, followed by two plum-sized, hairy balls.  "Awesome!" gasped
Philip, stretching out his hand and grasping his grandfather's hard knob.
It pulsated with life and potency.  Suddenly, he buried his face in
George's pubes.

"Granddad!" he cried, "I want it but I don't know what to do!"

"Of course you don't.  You're only a young boy.  Just do as I say."

George resumed his seat, placed his grandson on his left knee, fondled his
little cock with his right hand and began wanking vigorously with his left.

"Play gently with my balls", he said.

"Are you going to make the white stuff, spunk?" inquired the young lad.

"I certainly am", replied George, who thought his balls would burst if he
didn't cum soon, "And you're going to help me!  Keep feeling my balls and
watch my piss-slit".

He unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his broad, hairy chest and accelerated
his wanking speed.  His face reddened and his breathing became erratic.  He
wanked even faster as he tinkered with Philip's testicles.

"Ooh, fuck!  I'm going to cum!" he gasped.

Suddenly, he stopped wanking, threw back his head and several jets of
thick, creamy cum shot out of his cock and landed high on his chest.

"Oh!, spunk, spunk, spunk", he moaned.

 He resumed wanking and more spunk shot out landing lower on his chest and
furry tummy.  The final drops oozed out over his fingers as the cum
trickled down his stomach and formed a lake of pearly-white spunk in his
belly-button.  His cock lost its rigid urgency.

"Boy, I needed that!" he panted.

"Wow! Awesome!" gasped Philip, "I wish I could do that!"

"You will," asserted George, transferring his grandson on to his right
knee, taking the little lad's cock between his thumb and forefinger, and
proceeded to masturbate the boy.

"But granddad, I'm too young to cum!" he cried.

"I know!" replied George, "But you're not too young to enjoy yourself".

The boy's prick was soon stiff again and George pushed his little grandson
through pleasure barrier after pleasure barrier.  Philip felt he was being
driven up a narrow path.  Sometimes the pleasure was almost unbearable.
But George was unrelenting.  Philip felt he had arrived at the edge of a
cliff and must step off into the unknown.  Would he fly or would he fall?

"Go for it! Relax!  Let it happen!" urged his grandfather.

Philip let it happen and waves of unspeakable pleasure washed over him,
originating from his cocklet and convulsing his young body.  But George
held his body firmly.

"Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" squealed the little lad, "What's happening to me?"

The convulsions subsided.  Philip's breathing and heart beat returned to
normal.

"You had what we call a dry orgasm," explained his granddad, "You
experienced everything I felt except you didn't cum."

"That was fantastic," he exclaimed, "Can we do it again?"

"When I've had a chance to recover," he laughed, "My balls need time to
make fresh spunk."

With that, he began to clean up and Philip pulled up his shorts and went
into the garden to play.  His willy did feel a little bit sore.