Date: Mon, 17 Jul 2000 12:08:37 GMT
From: Philip Burbidge <philip255@hotmail.com>
Subject: The English Boy 15 - 'Seducing grandpa' (M/b incest)

This is the story of the sexual relationship between teenage boys and their
fathers, other members of of their families and itinerant horny adults. It
is an adult's fantasy looking back to a mythical past where he finds
emotional and sexual satisfaction in the arms and loins of his daddy - and
most of his male relatives! This chapter follows on from earlier ones which
set the scene and introduce the characters. It graphically describes sexual
acts between family members, which are pure invention - though grounded in
personal experience and wishful thinking. It is an adult's story for adults
- some 'disguised' as minors - and is, I repeat, a fantasy. It comes,
therefore, with all the usual warnings, and it is not the author's
intention to incite or commend incest or sex with minors. So if such
material is likely to offend your sensibilities, is illegal where you live,
or you are yourself under age, do not read further. I welcome comments,
observations, and suggestions to which I will gladly reply, and am happy to
hear from those who enjoyed the story and have similar tastes. Thanks to
all who have sent messages, especially the loyal band who give me their
thoughts and comments as each chapter appears.  This chapter is a sequel to
the previous one.  'Seducing Grandpa' will follow shortly.
philip255@hotmail.com


Chapter 15: Seducing Grandpa!


Before are holiday ended, Uncle Luke devised a plan for seducing granddads
in general, and mine and Leroy's in particular.  The idea was to get them
to talk about sex by asking 'innocent' questions to get them worked up, and
then pounce.  Once you had got some response, you could blackmail them into
doing it again, if necessary, but they might just get to like it!

During the last week my dad, Winston and Leroy got together a couple of
times for 'training sessions'.  Our daddies would engage in some horny
incest with us before indulging in some son-swapping.  It turned us all on
seeing another father and son fondling each other, then we'd have a
foursome. After the third session, I was able to take Winston's massive 10"
dick right up my arse. He was truly my black sex-daddy as my dad was
Leroy's.  He still couldn't take his dad's mammoth prick, but could take my
dad's 8" cock.  Sometimes my twin uncles, Mark and Luke, would join us, or
my granddad, with his big cock.  I was going to miss this when I got home.

But my father had another scheme hatching.  The day before we left for home
he invited Geoff over to make a pilot video of me and dad shagging.  He was
convinced there was a lucrative market for dad/son and other forms of gay
incest showing the real thing rather than 'pretend' couples.  Geoff had the
equipment and expertise to make the film and dad had the expertise and
equipment to perform in it!  Geoff brought his two sons, Justin and Jason,
aged 13 and 11, to look and learn.

After some discussion they decided to make two short films to test the
market.  The first would be a straight forward dad/son sex film with dad
fondling and stripping me in front of the camera.  Then I would get his
cock out, suck him and strip him before he slowly eased his fatherhood up
my smooth, young arse.  There was a strong facial resemblance between us
that would leave the viewer in no doubt that it was genuine father/son
incest.  The film was to end with dad whipping his prick out of my arse and
shooting his load all over my face.  He would then stand behind me, his
spunk dripping down my face, and toss me off.  The second film was to be a
common 'situation shag'.  Dad comes home from work, tired, has a couple of
whiskys and falls asleep on the couch.  I'm doing my homework on the far
side of the room.  I am mesmerized by the bulge in dad's trousers and start
to fondle myself.  When he falls asleep I can't resist the temptation to go
over and peer at his crotch.  I stretch out a hand and caress it, feeling
it harden to my touch.  Gingerly, I pull down the zip and extract my
father's cock while he sleeps on.  Overcome by its beauty, strength and
size, I kiss it reverently before lowering my mouth over it.  As I grow
bolder, I slide the shaft as far as it will go down my throat and earnestly
begin to suck.  My father stirs but does not awaken until the fateful
moment when his pulsating penis erupts in my mouth, filling it with daddy
spunk that overflows down my lips, cheeks and chin..  Daddy's eyes slam
open as he realises it isn't a dream and that his 13 year old son has just
sucked him off.  The film ends with me looking up beseechingly at my father
from a spunk-stained face, and holding his mighty mast glistening with cum
against my cheek.

The films were not as much fun to make as having proper sex, because we had
to keep stopping and doing re-takes.  Geoff wanted to get some scenes from
different angles so I had to get dad's cock out four times so he could
capture the look on my face as well as the sight of the cock emerging from
three different directions.  At one point, he crawled underneath both of us
and took some shots of my dad easing his cock into my tight, well- greased
arsehole at point blank range.  Geoff had a good instinct as to what would
turn the punters on, and a whole screen filled with a thick hard daddy-cock
being shoved up his son's hairless boy-cunt he was sure would get the
precum flowing.  In all, it took three hours to make, after editing two ten
minute videos.  Dad's second spunk-up wasn't as big as the first, so Geoff,
who was as hard as a rock throughout the filming, provided extra spunk for
the 'cum shots' which dad filmed.  Fortunately, his cock was almost
identical to dad's, a thick 8 incher and circumcised.  Their thick pubic
hair was the same brownish colour, so at a glance who would think they were
the same.

Justin and Jason got bored until they discovered mimicking what me and dad
were doing was great fun.  Justin ended up vigorously buggering his younger
brother, much to their father's and my dad's amusement.  Geoff swung the
camera round for a few minutes to capture the moment when his eldest son
deposited a modest load of boy-spunk in his sibling's arse with much
grunting and groaning.  Then they went out for a wander around the farm,
returning for the second cum scenes when they tossed themselves off
watching their dad shoot his load over me.

Geoff was to spend the next week editing the films in a specially converted
room in the farmhouse cellar.  He eventually produced the two short videos
and a selection of stills that granddad, dad and Uncle Luke would show to
their contacts to float on the market.

Dad and I left for home.  I was concerned about going back so far from my
new-found close family.  How was I to cope without sufficient family cock
to keep me satisfied; especially with my dad being away on business so
much?  But when we picked mum up from the airport she dropped a bomb shell.
She'd been offered a job in the States and they wanted her to start right
away.  It was for two, possibly three years.  After a lot of discussion, my
parents decided it was too good a chance to miss - they had always lead
separate lives.

"But what about Philip and the house?" said my mum, "He could go and live
with my parents."

"No way!" I objected, "Grandpa's too strict and grandma's bossy and always
complaining about her 'lady's problems'.  I won't go there.  Can't I go and
live with dad's family.  We had a great holiday!", I added disingenuously
and glancing at my father.

My mother was not happy about this, but, in the circumstances, she could
hardly object.  My dad could work from granddad's house once he'd got his
computer equipment installed, it didn't really matter where he was based.
And there were lots of men in the family to 'look after' me when dad was
abroad - not to mention my new black sex-daddy!

So it was decided.  Mum would leave the following week, and dad would
organise the house sale, and move us down to granddad farm.  Meanwhile, her
parents would help sort out the house contents and look after me, when
necessary.  Hopefully, it could all be done within a month so I could start
the new term at a school near granddad's house.

Everyone went into overdrive, especially mum and grandma - sorting,
cleaning and packing.  Dad was busy relocating his work and selling the
house, so I spent more time with grandpa.  Since the last three weeks'
'activities', I looked at grandpa in a new light.  He was still a
disciplinarian - a hangover from a lifetime in the army from which he had
recently retired - but wasn't quite as strict as he used to be.  Because
grandma was so bossy and organised everyone, he tended to keep out of her
way, and not say much.  Her health hadn't been very good recently, and we
always seemed to be visiting her in hospital when she had various 'bits and
pieces' removed.  That made me think that grandpa wasn't getting his oats -
even if he had before her illnesses.  (I couldn't get my head round the
idea of grandma engaging in sexual activity - but grandpa was becoming a
different matter!)  I knew from my other granddad how men in their later
fifties could still get really horny and need regular relief!  I bet he
hadn't had it for years, except with himself.  So I made an effort to talk
to him and charm him.

Grandpa was just under 6 feet tall, and had a craggy, weather-beaten face,
that, with his military bearing, made him striking rather than handsome.
He still had the muscular frame of a soldier but he had put a few pounds on
since he retired, making him more rounded and comfortable. His greying hair
was what people called 'salt and pepper', and since leaving the army, he
had grown a beard and moustache of which grandma thoroughly disapproved -
that was why he did it, said my dad.  He kept it very short and
tidy. Usually, he wore a collar and tie with a sports jacket and smart
loose-fitting trousers.  Since I returned from the holidays, which opened
my eyes (as well as my arse!), I had noticed a sizeable piece of meat
discreetly dangling between his legs that increasingly commanded my
attention.

I popped round to grandpa's house several times when mum and grandma were
sorting out our house.  I got him to talk about his days in the army, and
expressed interest in his exploits.  It was interesting but that wasn't my
main object.  I was cultivating him to get at his cock! He'd spent so much
time living exclusively with men, he must know about man-to-man sex.
Perhaps as an officer he even experienced relieved his sexual frustrations
with a raw boy recruit!  I fantasised.  On the fifth or sixth visit I
pretended I needed to get away from mum and gran at the house.  He
sympathised, invited me in, and made me a drink, then we went into the
lounge and we sat talking together.  I purposely sat next to him on the
sofa.

After a while, I said "Grandpa", "Can I ask you an awkward sort of
question?"

"Of course, go ahead, I'll answer it if I can.  What is it?"

"Well," I said, pretending to be a bit nervous, although Uncle Luke and dad
had taught me my lines.  "You know when you start to grow up things happen
to your body and you start doing things?"

Grandpa stirred uneasily, cleared his throat and reluctantly replied, "What
sort of things?"

"Well, you grow hair in funny places and your willy starts to grow bigger
and it feels good when you rub it."

"I'm not sure this conversation is, er suitable ... " said grandpa,
hesitantly.

"Oh, go on Grandpa, you're the only one I can talk to about this sort of
thing, you've been around a lot.  Man of the world, and all that.  I bet
you've seen it all."

I was laying it on with a trowel to flatter him into submission, and moved
closer to him.

"All right, carry on," he said, hoping I wouldn't and staring ahead.

"Well, when you're older, do you still rub your willy, you know,
masturbate.
  Do you masturbate, grandpa?"  I said the last sentence as innocently and
as 'matter-of-factly' as I could.

"Good God! What a question!" he exclaimed, trying to brush off his
embarrassment with laughter.

"Do you, Grandpa?  I mean, you've spent ages away from home around the
world.  Just with other soldiers.  You must know what it's like for men, as
they grow up, and that ... " (I was getting worried that he wouldn't
'play'.)  "You see, my little dick gets stiff all the time, and I just
wondered if it was the same when you get older, especially when you are on
your own, like you were."

Grandpa got rather agitated and started fidgeting.  I glanced down between
his legs.  I thought there was the sign of something happening but it was
hard to tell.  Perhaps just wishful thinking.

"Em, most men masturbate to relieve themselves, er, when there isn't any
other, er, outlet, er ..." he bumbled.

I pressed on. "You must have got very itchy, grandpa, when you were on your
own and gran was in hospital.  Do you still masturbate, grandpa? I do and
it feels really great.  Look, my willy's stiff just thinking about it!"

I grabbed my crotch outlining my hard little cock for him to see.  Grandpa
hadn't meant to look but had done so automatically as a reflex action.

I pressed my leg against his and said, "Is your knob stiff, grandpa, we
could work them off together.  I suppose yours is much bigger than mine."

He was so shocked at my remarks that he sat dumbfounded.

"Now look here, my boy, this has gone quite far enough," he said recovering
himself and trying to move away.

But by the time he had gathered his thoughts, I had placed my hand casually
between his legs where I thought his cock resided, and had indeed located
it.  By the time he had recovered from the shock, my hand was fondling his
semi-hard penis through his trousers.

"What on earth are you doing!  What has got into you?" he exclaimed,
half-heartedly trying to remove my hand.

"It's okay grandpa, this is our little secret.  You can show me how to do
it.  I won't tell any one," I lied.  "I bet you need to get it off.  I know
I do, I haven't played with myself for ages," I lied again!

I took his hand and placed it on my hard little cock and kneaded his crotch
more urgently.  His cock was definitely getting harder but he was trying to
resist me.

"Please, grandpa, you can teach me so much, and we can have some secret fun
together."

I pushed his hand firmly against my cock, snuggled up to him, and worked on
his stiffening prick.  Moving my face up closer to his, just grazing my
soft cheek on his greying blond beard, I eased down the zip of his
trousers, and slipped my hand inside.  He tried to stop me but I was too
quick.  My hand was on his cock in no time, gently squeezing it in his
underwear. He moaned loudly.

"Oh, grandpa, that feels so good, doesn't it.  I love the feel of your hand
on my cock!"  I got as close to him as I could and gently kissed his cheek,
brushing my face against his beard while pushing his hand rhythmically into
my crotch.  He moaned again, but his resistance was weakening.  I had to
get his cock out and get it in my mouth to be absolutely certain of him.
Then, if he got cold feet, I could blackmail him for child abuse, unless he
did it again!  Wicked little boy that I was!

I managed to undo the clasp at the top of his trousers without neglecting
his prick, and took my other hand off my crotch and drew back his shorts.
His cock, which was 90% hard, fell forward and I held it tight and slowly
began to wank him.  I wasn't disappointed and neither would Leroy be.  A
good 7 thick inches, I estimated, and it wasn't fully hard yet.  There were
a good pair of balls in there somewhere, but I hadn't time to search for
them.  So far so good.  He moaned again.

"What are you doing, you naughty boy, this isn't right, what are you doing?
You shouldn't be doing this!"

But he made no serious attempt to stop me.  I knew the longer he let me
grope him, the better chance I had of tossing him off - or even better, of
sucking him off and tasting his spunk !  "Does it feel good, grandpa, tell
me how it feels, tell me you're enjoying it.  You need to get this off
don't you?  Your cock is really enjoying it.  It's so big.  What a beauty!
I can feel it throbbing in my hand!"

I decided on a bit of flattery.  Besides, I was getting really horny
thinking that I was the first boy, perhaps the first male, ever to fondle
grandpa's cock.

"My cock's as hard as a rock, but it's not as big as yours, look!  I really
like your cock, grandpa.  It looks good enough to eat!"

I continued to wank grandpa' cock with my right hand, but managed to pull
my zip down and liberate my own throbbing cock.  I took grandpa's right
hand and wrapped it round my prick.  He looked down in amazement.  Had he
ever held another cock in his life before?  During all those long nights on
duty, surrounded by lusty, muscular young men, had he ever thought of
having one of them.  Had he ever done it?  When he was stationed in the
Middle East or South East Asia, where pretty boys offer themselves to rich
Westerners, did he ever indulge?  And here was a horny young lad who
desperately wanted his sex, and he was in need of relief. His eyes focused
on my cock.  He wanted to take his hand away but couldn't, and found
himself matching the rhythm with which I was wanking his cock.  I was
oozing precum.

"Oh, grandpa, that feels so good, please wank me harder.  You wank my
little boy-cock and I'll wank your big daddy-cock."

I nuzzled his face and brushed my lips against his.  Gliding my thumb over
the head of his now rock hard cock, it was wet with juice.  He moaned again
with reluctant pleasure, and I pushed my tongue into his mouth.  He let me
do it and seemed to resign himself to these forbidden delights.  We kissed
while I expertly manipulated his cock with my deft little fingers,
exploring his juicy spunk-slit, and spreading the pre-cum all over his
knob- head.  He writhed and groaned as I ran my fingers through his hair
and stroked his bearded cheeks.  I was really getting off on my
soldier-grandpa, and he couldn't help but know it.  Our kissing became
passionate.

I was nearly home.  I decided to head for the jackpot.  At this stage, it
was more important for me to pleasure him that myself.  Besides, I knew
that when I related my conquest to my dad in graphic detail and told him
how I had sucked off grandpa and swallowed his spunk, he would be so horny,
he'd give my arse one hell of a servicing!  Sliding down between grandpa's
knees, I quickly took his thick wet cock in my hand and buried it in my
throat.  I didn't stop to admire it, as I usually did, in case he changed
his mind.  I set to work on the juicy meat with all my skills as junior
champion cock-sucker.  Licking the head and cum-slit, fluttering my tongue
round the rim and pressing it against the seam, he didn't have a chance to
think about anything else.  I worked his shaft with my hand, and hauled out
his pendulous balls, gently squeezing and kneading them.  Grandpa squirmed
and strained as I assaulted his rampant prick.  I showed no mercy, taking
time off with one hand to wank my own prick, I ruthlessly brought him
closer and closer to a climax.  He was helpless.


"You dirty, filthy little boy-slut!" he murmured in between involuntary
moans of pleasure.  "You shouldn't even know about such things at your
age."

A well timed piece of bravura cock-sucking where I grazed my teeth across
his flaming cock-head and lightly bit the end of his knob several times
killed off any idea that this encounter would end in anything other than
grandpa shooting his load down my throat.

When I sensed he wasn't far off cumming, I yelled, "Look, grandpa, "I'm
cumming!  This is fantastic!"

As I did so, I shot my load into the air.  His eyes almost came out on
stalks as they fixed on his young grandson's stiff little cock shooting a
white necklace of spunk into the air.

"Bloody hell!" he exclaimed, as I returned to his throbbing prick.

Within thirty seconds, I felt his cock jump in my mouth and knew he was
about to shoot.  I didn't take any chances.  Pulling on his bollocks, I
increased my wanking speed and teased and bit his cock-head with my tongue.
Then I felt it expand in my throat and a surge of semen rose up the shaft
from the base.  A fountain of grandpa-spunk gushed into my hungry little
mouth.  I didn't let a drop escape, and carried on milking his balls.  I
managed to swallow a good mouthful without taking my mouth off his prick,
and he soon filled me up again.  Five, six, seven waves and grandpa's cum
poured down my throat. I didn't stop until I knew his big bollocks were
empty, and his cock began to go soft.  Carefully licking him clean, I
gently replace his cock in his under-shorts and zipped up his trousers.  I
mopped up my spunk off the wooden floor with a handkerchief, and put my own
cock away.  Then I sat next to him on the sofa and snuggled up close, my
head on his chest under his chin.

"That was fantastic, grandpa, that was magic.  Thank you.  That was
wonderful."

He didn't reply.  Still in state of shock, he was trying to come to terms
with what had happened.  It seemed unbelievable!  But I had done it.  I had
seduced grandpa, sucked his cock and swallowed a good big load of his
spunk!  I just had to make sure he felt good about it, and wanted to do it
again!  And then, perhaps to get him to let me suck him off while my dad
shags my arse.  The possibilities of forbidden pleasures were endless.  A
big family incest orgy with three generations gratifying their perverted
lust together!  I was getting hard again just thinking about it.  I
couldn't wait to get home and tell my dad every horny detail.

"You naughty little boy!  What have you done?" said grandpa at last.

I just snuggled closer, and placing my hand on his crotch, I gave his cock
and gentle squeeze.  He sighed heavily; relief or regret, I wondered.


To be continued in Chapter 16 when young Philip capitalises on his
grandfather's weakness for cock fun and his father makes plans for an
erotic and lucrative future for the family!

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