Date: Fri, 18 Oct 2002 11:57:41 +0000
From: Philip Burbidge <philip255@hotmail.com>
Subject: Grandfather's Awakening (M/b)

These stories emerged from a chance conversation with an acquaintance, a
hitherto exclusively heterosexual widower of fifty, who was bemused by the
endless stream of newspaper reports and court cases involving children and
men that constantly grab the headlines from all round the world.  He was
curious as to why so many men were attracted to young boys and what they
did when they got together.  That 85% of known cases were perpetrated by
fathers and step-fathers on their offspring he found even more curious --
and stimulating.  And the prevalence of man/boy sex in single sex
institutions, between schoolmasters and pupils, and priests and altar/choir
boys fed his curiosity.  It seemed to him that the cases which came to
light must be just the tip of the iceberg and that man/boy relationships
were far more widespread than anyone was prepared to admit.

He found himself getting sexually aroused when reading press reports and
questioning the terminology.  How was 'molesting' defined?  What exactly
did encouraging a boy to 'commit an indecent act' mean and what was he
persuaded to do?  What was a 'sexual or indecent assault and how did it
manifest itself?  He was not tempted to approach a boy himself but found
himself masturbating as he perused the accounts and pondering on what they
omitted.  Knowing that I was gay and attracted to older 'daddy-type' men,
he confided to me these very private and disturbing thoughts one afternoon.
I explained my own sexual needs and fantasies as someone who wished to
assume the role of a young boy (although I had no personal experience of
sex with boys to draw on), and the result was that we both became very
sexually excited.  I seized the opportunity and I persuaded him to engage
in sexual role-play with me in which I would play the boy and he the adult.
Having had a virtually sexless decade with the illness and death of his
wife, he was very hot for sex but somewhat out of practice.  Our first
encounter, in which I played his horny and predatory 12 year old neighbour
was a rather clumsy affair but more than exciting enough for us both to
want to repeat it.

Each week we would meet for a 'man/boy' sex session having set the scene at
the end of the previous session.  He would chose the scenario (who seduced
who, how and where) and also our relationship (father/son,
grandfather/grandson, priest/altar boy, policeman/delinquent, school
master/pupil).  He would also chose my age, which varied between 9 and 13.
I would turn up for our appointment suitably dressed: school uniform,
sports kit, swimming trunks, cassock etc. Then we would act out the 'play'
which brought us both immense sexual gratification. To begin with, I was
the naughty little boy trying to get inside his trousers and lay my hands
on his man-cock, but he soon became comfortable with the role of seducer
and loved to 'molest' me and assume a more dominant role.  As we tried out
different scenarios, he enjoyed some more than others.  At first reluctant
to indulge in 'pretend incest', the dad/son set-up soon became a firm
favourite, followed by the cop/delinquent, teacher/pupil and priest/altar
boy.  He also quickly took to dirty sex talk which went on throughout our
sessions.  A little corrective spanking was introduced, but it was sometime
before any 'watersports' were possible although he would let me hold his
cock while he pissed.  Whatever the chosen scene, our encounters invariably
ended in the same way, with me being thoroughly fucked by my 'daddy',
'priest', 'teacher' etc after a long period of foreplay, sucking, wanking,
spanking etc.

My friend had never had such satisfying, uncomplicated, horny and exciting
sex in his life before, and was grateful that he had discovered it while
his cock was very active.  Needless to say, he recommends it wholeheartedly
to those who have never tried it!

As this story describes sexual acts between a man and his nine year old
grandson, I must issue the following warning.  The story is pure invention
and an adult's fantasy for adults. Real boys do not think and act as I
depict them; so don't try this at home!  It is not the author's intention
to incite, commend or promote incest or sex with minors which can cause
life-long damage.  I am happy to receive comments from readers and
particularly from those who share the protagonist's taste to which I will
gladly reply.  philip255@hotmail.com





Chapter One Granddad's Magic Cream

Initially, it was not quite the lifestyle Ben had expected.  In his early
fifties he had moved closer to his son and daughter-law following the death
of his wife from cancer and the chance of early retirement with a good
'golden handshake'.  He bought a large property badly in need of renovation
to give himself something to do, but found himself co-opted as volunteer
child-minder for his nine year old grandson, Charlie.  Charlie's parents,
Frank and Beth, both had highly paid but demanding jobs that required
working long hours and, increasingly, overnight stays away and sometimes
longer trips abroad.  Thus Ben was often roped in to pick up Charlie from
school and look after him for several hours until one of his parents came
to collect him.  It started as an occasional duty but soon became the norm
rather than the exception.  Now and then he would be asked to look after
the boy over night.

Having collected Charlie from school, Ben would take him home, and, weather
permitting, get some more work done on the house before feeding the two of
them when the light began to fail. Ben felt rather exploited by the
arrangement but was also sorry for Charlie who never seemed to get much
quality time with his parents.  One afternoon in the late spring, Ben was
half-way up a ladder attending to some leaky guttering when he heard a
squawk and 'thump' followed by a plaintive cry.  He glanced round to see
that Charlie had fallen out of the old apple tree in the corner of the
over-grown garden and landed in a thick bed of stinging nettles.  He had
not fallen far, maybe only two meters, and the fresh spring growth had
cushioned his fall, but the virulent young plants had stung his young,
boyish skin quite badly all over his legs and arms.  He was wearing only
shorts and a 't' shirt and the nettles had found their way up and under
both garments.

Ben sprang off the ladder and ran to assess the damage.  No bones broken
but Charlie was badly stung and distressed by the fall.  The pain would
wear off quite quickly but Charlie was frightened by the big red wheals
rising on his skin which turned into white arcs as the venom spread.  So
Ben decided to get the boy into a hot bath as quickly as possible to draw
the heat of the stings.  A tall, fit man, Ben gathered up the weeping boy
in his arms and carried him upstairs to the large new bathroom he had
recently fitted himself.  He drew a hot steaming bath and poured in some
herbal essence to scent the air, calm the boy and create lots of bubbles to
distract him.  He whipped off the boy's shirt and shorts, pulled off his
trainers without bothering to untie the laces and lowered the whimpering
child into the warm, comforting water.  Charlie immediately felt better as
the water soothed his wounds but he hung on to his grandfather's arm for
emotional support.  Ben scooped up handfuls of pale green, soapy water and
poured them over Charlie's soft, white arms and shoulders.  Ben checked the
boy's back and tummy to find that the odd nettle frond had touched his
torso leaving small spots where his skin had reacted to the poison.  Ben
gently stroked these places and squeezed the face cloth over them,
eliciting whimpers of pleasure from Charlie.

Ben marvelled at the pale marmoreal smoothness of the boy's skin, and found
himself repeating the operation, not for Charlie's benefit but for the
aesthetic pleasure of touching the young, soft but temporarily blemished
flesh.  He continued to do this for some time, and Charlie was happy for
him to do so.  Half-closing his eyes, he enjoyed the glance of his
grandfather's rough, workman's hands on his young body.  He felt safe and
happy in his grandfather's care after the shock of the fall and onslaught
of the nettles, whose stings were slowly fading to a painful itch.  Charlie
altered his position so that his granddad's hand slid further down his back
and across his buttocks.  He shivered pleasantly at the sensation but was
completely oblivious to the fact that his small, pre-pubescent penis was
rock hard and at his fullest extent of two-and-a-half inches.  His hand
gravitated towards it and he absent-mindedly began to play with himself,
but causing hardly a ripple in the water.  A pleasant warm and comforting
feeling suffused his body.  Ben, meanwhile, had also fallen into a kind of
reverie, repeatedly caressing his grandson's silken body.  His right hand
supported and laved the beautifully shaped buns while his left caressed
Charlie's left thigh and groin.

Ben suddenly shook himself out of the dream as he realised with horror that
his cock was so hard in the old levis he used to work in -- and which were
slightly too small for him now -- that it was causing him some considerable
discomfort and he had to 'rearrange himself'.  He was appalled to think
that his own naked grandson had been the cause of his sexual arousal and
was determined to extricate himself from this potentially dangerous and
compromising situation.  He abruptly withdrew his hands causing Charlie to
open his eyes and grab the side of the bath to support himself.  Both stood
up together.  Charlie half-turned towards his grandfather, his naked body
glistened wet.  He wore a bemused expression as if asking, 'What have I
done wrong'? The angry nettle rashes had almost disappeared.  But it wasn't
that which next attracted Ben's attention; it was the little boy's perfect
form and delicious little erection, pointing towards the ceiling, supported
by two almond-sized and completely hairless balls.  Ben couldn't tear his
eyes away from them and his eyes washed over the whole of Charlie's
beautiful, young body.

Ben hadn't really thought of sex for years.  He had never been one for
chasing other women (or men or boys!) and the last ten years had been taken
over with his wife's illness and death.  Sex had always been fairly
unadventurous and perfunctory, and he had never really understood why many
people became so obsessed with it.  Of late, sex had simply disappeared
from his life altogether apart from the odd wank when he awoke with a
painful erection.  That is, until now.  He couldn't remember his cock being
so hard since he was a teenager.  And the bulge in his jeans was pointing
directly at his grandson.

'I've got a stiffie!' said Charlie innocently, gazing down at his
cock. 'And so have you, granddad!'

He stretched out his hand and nonchalantly placed it on his grandfather's
bulge sending a bolt of lightning through the older man's cock that
reverberated throughout his entire frame.  He froze.  What was he to do?
This was monstrous.  Perverted.  Unspeakable.  But it felt so good!

'Wow, it's huge, granddad!' he added innocently, and gently squeezed the
bulge which seemed the natural thing to do.  His own little prick jumped in
response..

Each gazed at the other's crotch, hardly daring to move and uncertain as to
what to do next.  Ben knew he should make some excuse and leave.  But he
didn't.  His zip had worked itself loose and was already an inch or two
undone. Curiosity drove Charlie to seize it between his nimble fingers and
gently drag it across the ridge of his grandfather's hard, throbbing cock
As he did so, Ben's hands extended themselves towards the young boy's body
as if they were magnetically drawn to the boy's small genitals.  With the
fingers of his right hand he felt his grandson's tiny little nuts and then
took his hard little pricklet between two fingers and the thumb of his left
hand and gently began to masturbate him.  Charlie sighed and moaned with
pleasure and surprise at this unlooked for attention.  He pulled the zip on
his grandfather's jeans down to the bottom, exposing his grandfather's big,
hard cock, trapped in his underwear.

'I must be mad!' thought Ben, 'I'm wanking off my own grandson!  It's
gross!'

But he knew he was incapable of stopping this inexorable fall into
depravity.  He knew he was going to show Charlie his cock.  He knew he
shouldn't but he couldn't help himself.  His prick ached for released from
its prison and he longed to see the look on the boy's face when he saw his
first adult cock; his grandfather's cock!  He released the boy's balls and
stretched his hand behind him to stroke his perfectly shaped buttocks,
allowing his rough fingers to gently probe the cleft between his cheeks.
Charlie wriggled to allow his grandfather greater access.  Oh, no!  Ben
couldn't help thinking what it would be like to rub his cock up and down
that crevice -- and more! His guilt was exceeded only by his lust.  He bent
his head down towards his grandson's shining face and softly kissed his red
lips.  He repeated this, gently pushing his tongue between Charlie's teeth
and forcing open his mouth, all the time continuing to masturbate his
small, hard boy-dick. Charlie writhed in his grandfather's strong arms,
inhaling the smell of Man, a sexually aroused Man, and sensed his
grandfather's lust.  Their tongues engaged in a gentle gavotte inside
Charlie's mouth.

'Do you want to see granddad's stiffie?' Ben whispered between teeth
clenched with desire, his voice trembling.  What was he saying?!  He must
have taken leave of his senses!  But he couldn't find the words to retract
his invitation nor the will to pull back.

Charlie's hands were still lodged on his grandfather's crotch.  He felt the
hidden organ jump as he replied, 'Yes, please, granddad.'

Ben knew at that moment he was lost.  He stood up straight and unbuttoned
the top clasp of his jeans.  He placed Charlie's hands on each side of the
waist band and as the boy eased them down he unbuttoned his shirt and threw
it off over his shoulder, exposing his strong, broad, hairy muscular chest.
He kicked off his old work shoes and pushed the levis down to his ankles
before stepping out of them.  He stood, full frontal, in front of his
grandson, his entrapped cock throbbing for release from his tight, white
underwear.  Charlie's face was at precisely the same level as Ben's
crotch. Ben took Charlie's hand, placed it on his cock and pressed it hard.
He sighed with pleasure at the touch of the little boy's hand on his
manhood.

'Pull down granddad's pants,' ordered Ben and Charlie hooked his fingers in
the waist band and peeled them off.

Ben's cock shot to attention nearly slapping his little grandson in the
face as it did so, and his big, hairy balls tumbled out.

The look on Charlie's face was worth the suspense.  He was absolutely
stunned by the size and vigour of his grandfather's penis.  It was bigger
and harder and hairier than he could have ever imagined a penis could be.
Ben smiled in amusement and gratification at the boy's reaction.

'Is it big enough for you?' he asked rhetorically as Charlie's eyes
remained glued to his thick eight inches of mature family man-meat.

He was suddenly very proud of his manhood.  He knew he had a good sized
cock but had never bothered much about it before.  Now he was pleased not
to disappoint his grandson.  He wrapped his right hand around the shaft and
slowly began to masturbate in front of Charlie, his big, spunk-filled balls
swaying gently to and fro.  He took the boy's penis in his left hand and
masturbated the two cocks together.  The contrast could hardly have been
greater; the rough six foot muscular mature man and the small smooth
delicate little boy, whose mouth was hovering at the same level as his
grandfather's cock; each was mesmerized and intoxicated by the other.
Charlie watched but asked no questions as large amounts of clear pre-cum
gathered on the flared, red/purple head of his penis.  Ben thrust it
forward and wiped it around the boy's face.  Then he bent his knees and
pressed the boy against his cock.  He painted Charlie's small, smooth cock
and balls with his precum, continually working the boy's pricklet as he did
so.  Suddenly, he felt the boy convulse in his arms, and shudder violently
as a dry orgasm took hold of his young body and ricocheted for several
seconds throughout his small frame.  Ben had brought his nine year old
grandson to orgasm and marvelled at the intense pleasure the boy had
experienced.  He cut off Charlie's cries by placing his mouth over the
boy's and kissed him passionately while the orgasmic waves passed over him.

When they had subsided, he backed off and said, 'Rub my dick!  Bring
granddad off!'

The spunk boiling in Ben's balls was urgently demanding release.  If he
didn't cum very soon he felt he would explode.

Charlie didn't quite know what he meant, but Ben took his small hand and
placed it on his cock.  He could not encircle the great organ but Charlie
got the idea and began moving it up and down his granddad's prick.  It had
the desired effect.  The touch of the little boy's hand on his man-cock
drove Ben wild.  He had never felt so sexually aroused.

'Do it quicker!  Feel my balls!' he gasped.  Charlie was intrigued, if a
little scared, at the dramatic effect he was having on his grandfather and
the demanding and urgent tone in his voice.  But he increased his speed of
masturbation and cradled the big, juicy balls in his free hand.  To do this
he had to lean forward to within an inch or two of the giant cockhead, his
mouth open in concentration.

Suddenly, Ben's body went rigid and Charlie felt his balls withdraw up
towards the broad base of his cock which itself leapt in his hand.  Great
jets of white cream rocketed out of the over-excited organ, entering the
little boy's mouth and splashing all over his face.

'Keep going!' roared Ben as Charlie instinctively stopped wanking his
grandfather's spunking dick.

He wrapped his big paw round Charlie's hand and continued to vigorously
masturbate it, pumping out more and more man-cum into his young grandson's
face.  He was drenched with his grandfather's cum!  It was in his hair, on
his eye-lids, it dripped down his cheeks and off his chin forming
pearlescent rivulets that slowly made their way down his neck on to his
chest.  He had no choice but to swallow the first shot or two that poured
into his mouth, and was not displeased with the sweet-salty taste.

Finally, Ben stopped shooting and his cock began to soften slightly.  He
gazed down solemnly at his shocked grandson

'What was that!' exclaimed the incredulous boy.

'That was granddad's magic cream.  All men make cock-cream.  It's called
cum or spunk,' he replied, wondering where they went from here.

'Cum!  Spunk!' repeated Charlie.  'It's amazing!  Will you make some more
for me sometime?'

'If you're a good boy, and don't tell anyone about this!' he promised.

'No way, gramps.  It's cool and I like it when you touch me down there,
too,' he added with a twinkle, knowing it was 'naughty'.

'Like this, you mean?' said Ben, rubbing his grandson's prick and
testicles.

'Oh, yes, granddad!' he moaned and wrapped his arms round his grandfather's
neck while the older man masturbated him.

'You'll get plenty more of that if you do one more thing for your old
granddad'.

'What's that?' enquired the boy.

'Clean up granddad's cock.  Just put the head in you mouth and lick it
clean.

Rather cautiously, Charlie leaned forward and smelled the semi-hard head of
Ben's cock before feeling it was safe to put it in his mouth.  He doubted
he would have been able to get the fully erect cock in his small mouth, but
in this half-hard state he could just accommodate the red, juicy cock-head
so he crammed it in.  Ben closed his eyes as the soft, wet lips of his nine
year old grandson wrapped themselves around his dick and slurped it clean
of traces of his cum.  There was something comforting in having his strong
granddad's cock in his mouth and he suckled on it like a small, vulnerable
foal seeking protection from a strong stallion.  After a few minutes, Ben
withdrew his cock and pushed Charlie back on to his knees in the bath
water.
  He washed the drying cum from his face, neck and chest, before lifting
the child out and drying him with a crisp, white towel. Flecks of dried cum
remained in his hair.

'Now get dressed, and we'll get some food made,' ordered Ben and the happy
and excited little lad scampered off to his bedroom where he kept a change
of clothes.  Ben stood washing his spent cock and balls, wondering where he
should allow things to go from here.  He had just had sex with his nine
year old grandson, which was as perverted and reprehensible an act as he
could think off.  Twenty-four hours earlier, he would have thought
castration and stoning too lenient a punishment for any man who perpetrated
such a crime.  But he had never been so strongly sexually aroused in his
life as had been a few moments earlier when he and Charlie were
masturbating one another.  He dreamt of stroking the boy all over, of
parting his soft, white arse cheeks and thrusting his hard manhood deep
inside his grandson's virgin boy-cunt. His cock began to swell again.  With
great effort, he dragged his mind away from ravishing his grandson and
decided to leave the ball in his grandson's court.  If the boy wanted to do
it again, fine; but if he never mentioned it, so be it.  Ben just hoped he
wouldn't tell anyone about it!