Date: Thu, 31 Oct 2002 17:27:16 +0000
From: Philip Burbidge <philip255@hotmail.com>
Subject: Gay incest (M/b) 'A Grandfather's Awakening'

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. The boy in the story is not a boy but a
'mini-adult', me role-playing, who lusts after 'daddy' figures!  Real boys
do not think, act or respond as I depict them; so don't try this at home!
It is not the author's intention to incite, commend or promote sex with
minors which can cause life-long damage and distress. I am happy to receive
comments from readers who enjoyed the chapter and will gladly reply.
philip255@hotmail.com


'A Grandfather's Awakening'


Chapter Two		'Please, granddad, I want some more!'


Charlie's father came to pick him up at around 7.30 pm as usual, and the boy
gave no indication of what had taken place earlier.  But inside he was
walking on air.  Soon tucked up in bed, his hand gravitated towards his hard
little pricklet as he went over the afternoon's events.  He couldn't get
over the size and hardness of his grandfather's penis and wondered how he
would get through the next two days until he could be alone with him again
and get his hands on that throbbing, cream-spitting monster.  He went to
sleep stroking his cock and when his father popped his head round the door
to make sure he was asleep, he saw a satisfied smile on his son's angelic
face and a slight
movement under the duvet where his hand was still gently squeezing his cock.
  Frank smiled.  Surely his son was too young at nine to have started
masturbating?

Ben sat in front of the television sipping a whisky but not concentrating on
the programme.  His mind went over the afternoon's momentous events.  He had
had sex with his nine year old grandson, brought the boy to orgasm and then
shot a full load of cum all over him!  Ben could scarcely believe he had
done such a thing.  His cock began to thicken as he rehearsed the episode in
his mind.  He unzipped his trousers, hauled out his cock and looked at it.
Yes, he had a big knob.  It was a fine looking knob.  A fucking big knob
that was hard and ready for action.  He recalled his grandson's small,
tender hands on the shaft of his penis, his soft wet lips on the head and
his pretty, innocent little face streaked with man-cum.  Ben founding
himself masturbating vigorously, fantasising about what they might do next.
Would Charlie suck him off and swallow his spunk; would he let his
grandfather strip him and touch him all over, fondling his small sweet nuts
and groping his tight little arse; would he let his granddad press his big
cock in between his buns and probe his smooth, virgin arse?  Such lascivious
thoughts soon brought Ben to a climax and he shot thick ropes of white
man-spunk all over his hairy chest and stomach.  With a sigh, he hauled
himself off to bed. When was the last time he had cum twice within a few
hours, he asked himself?

The next morning Charlie's mind was not on his lessons.  His thoughts were
very definitely elsewhere; between his grandfather's thighs!

'For the third time, Charlie, what is a verb?' balled his teacher, Mr
Wilson, 'Or have you nodded off!'

The other children's laughter broke his reverie.

'He's playing with himself!', cried the boy next to him gleefully and
peering at his crotch.

'Yes, I've seen him, too', added Jack, another boy joining Jon on his feet

'That'll do,' snapped Mr Wilson as Charlie's hand froze in his trouser
pocket,  Now sit down and answer my question!'

The three boys sat down smartly but not before Mr Wilson had discerned three
hard little penises making tents in their owners' school trousers.

'Horny little buggers,' thought the teacher, checking to make sure his
growing erection was securely hidden by his jacket.

Ben's child-minding services were not required the following day so he had
to wait another twenty-four hours before seeing his grandson again.  He
arrived outside the school excited, but with some trepidation.  Charlie
bounded up to him and chattered on about his day at school.  When they got
home, Charlie changed out of his school uniform into his shorts and t shirt
and helped Ben fix some fencing in the back garden that had been damaged by
the wind.  It was as if nothing had ever
happened between them, except for a slight tension radiating from them both.
  When it began to rain they went inside.

'Do you want to watch the tv or play games?' Ben asked his grandson
nonchalantly.

Charlie crept over to where his grandfather had sat down on the large,
leather couch to read the newspaper.

'I want to play a game, with you, granddad; like we played the other day,'
replied Charlie suggestively and clambered up on to his grandfather's knee.

'Oh you do, do you, you naughty little boy!  What has granddad started!'
responded Ben with relief, his cock beginning to stiffen.

Charlie straddled Ben's knees facing him and placed his small hand on the
swelling bulge between his grandfather's thighs.  He kneaded it while Ben
planted soft kisses on the little boy's willing lips.

'Get granddad's cock out,' he whispered as he slipped his hands up the boy's
shorts and fondled his tender little genitals and sweet young arse.

Charlie unzipped his grandfather's trousers and extracted his big, hard
cock.  He gazed at it for a while, awe-inspired by its length, girth and
hardness.  Then he wrapped both hands round the shaft and began masturbating
it.  Soon, pools of precum gathered in the piss slit and dribbled down the
sides.  Charlie stuck out his tongue to lick it off. Ben was in ecstasy.
With great will-power he suggested Charlie stand up whereupon he removed the
boy's clothes, slowly and deliberately, and
fondled his young body all over, making Charlie shiver with pleasure.  He
paid special attention to his testicles and arse.  Surges of lust passed
over him.  Why hadn't he discovered such pleasures before?  Why hadn't he
molested his own sons?  All that wasted time!  He stood up and dropped his
trousers and removed his underwear.  Then he sat back down again and invited
Charlie to kneel between his legs and play with his cock and balls.  The
little boy was enchanted by the big man's
genitalia.  He was intoxicated by the musky, manly scent that came from his
grandfather's groin. When he lowered his head to taste the precum, Ben put
his hands on the back of his head and gently pushed, forcing the engorged
cockhead into Charlie's mouth.  He gagged slightly and struggled to
accommodate the massive organ, but persevered and finally managed to wrap
his whole mouth round his grandfather's cock and sucked on it, keeping his
hands firmly around the shaft.  Slowly, he developed a rhythm and Ben looked
down to see Charlie's small head moving back and forth on his cock.  Nothing
had ever felt so good!  He stretched out his hand and felt up his little
grandson's testicles before masturbating his hard little boy-dick.  Charlie
whimpered with pleasure at his grandfather's delicate touch.

It wasn't long before Ben felt his hot spunk churning in his balls and knew
he was about to cum.  He made a decision.  As his cum rose, Charlie also
sensed his grandfather's impending orgasm and instinctively tried to back
off.  But Ben held his head firmly over his cock and thick jets of rich
granddad-spunk were soon rocketing into his young grandson's mouth.  Charlie
tried to pull away but Ben force-fed him his 'magic cream', filling his
mouth to over-flowing and forcing him to swallow it or choke.  Charlie soon
got the hang of it and eagerly swallowed his granddad's cum, some escaping
and dribbling down his chin.  Ben told the boy what a good and clever boy he
was to
give his granddad's cock such a good servicing.  Then he lifted the lad on
to his lap, held him tightly round the waist with his left hand and began
wanking the boy's little cock with his right.  As he masturbated him, he
whispered obscenities into his ear, telling him what a naughty, dirty, sexy
little boy he was; what a natural cock-sucker and cum-eater he was.  He
littered his speech with lots of 'cock', 'cum', and 'spunk' working Charlie
up to a frenzied orgasm.  When he reached the peak,
Ben clamped his mouth over his mouth and thrust his tongue down the writhing
boy's throat.  He could taste his own cum on the boy's tongue as he did so.

'That was magic, granddad!' he gasped as he recovered in his grandfather's
arms.  'We've gotta do this again!  All that spunk you make!'

He grasped his grandfather's semi-hard cock and idly began to play with it,
fascinated with its heavy solidity and the weight and size of the balls that
hung beneath it.

'I'm sure we will,' replied Ben with a twinkle, 'There's always plenty more
cum where that came from if you give an old man the time to recover!'

Ben was reconciled to continuing along the depraved path on which he had set
out, but was delighted that his grandson was such an enthusiastic companion.
  He began thinking of more exciting and exotic sexual activities they could
indulge in.

Charlie fell asleep in his arms for more than half an hour and then woke up
feeling ravenous.  After feeding both of them there was still an hour and a
half before one of Charlie's parents was due to pick him up.  And Charlie
was beginning to feel frisky again!  When his grandfather reached up to
place a pan on a high shelf, Charlie couldn't resist the opportunity to hold
and squeeze the bulge made by Ben's cock in his trousers.

'Careful, young man,' said Ben with mock seriousness, 'Or you might wake up
a sleeping monster!'

Charlie giggled and squeezed the growing mound again.  He would be very
happy to awaken this sleeping monster!

'Right, my little cock-son, if that's what you want, that's what you'll get.
  But I think we'll take you upstairs this time!'

And with that, Ben swept up his grandson in his strong arms and carried the
boy upstairs to his bedroom.  Having cum once, he was not so urgent this
time and could take his time without the need or fear of cumming too soon.

He placed the boy on the bed and said, 'What do you say to us taking all our
clothes of and getting on the bed together?'

'Oh, yes, please, granddad.  Cool!' he replied and unceremoniously removed
all his clothes before helping his grandfather get out of his.

'Not so fast, you horny little tyke!', he laughed.

When they were both naked, they lay together in the middle of the large bed.
  Charlie on his back, Ben lay on his side and leaned over to kiss and
stroke him.  Charlie arched his back in response to the arousal of his
erogenous zones, his small boy penis and balls thrust into the air.  Ben
transferred his kisses to the boy's neck and chest, then slowly worked his
way down the soft, smooth torso.  He flicked his tongue around Charlie's
nipples and belly-button.  Then to his own surprise he arrived at the hard
boy-dick and promptly took the whole 3 inches into his mouth. Charlie gasped
and moaned with delight his breath taken away by the obscene act.  Ben had
never sucked a cock in his life before, let alone the cock of a young boy.
But his large mouth could more than accommodate it and he found himself
swirling his tongue around the soft-hard head and drilling the end into the
piss slit.  He discovered that if he opened his mouth wide, he could also
suck and lick the two almond-sized gonads.  He rolled his tongue around
them, inhaling the sweet fresh scent of boy.  It occurred to him that he was
pleasuring with his mouth the immature reproductive organs of his own
grandson whose genetic make-up must be very similar to his own.  He was
sucking the cock and balls of a boy made by the cock and balls of his own
son!  This thought thrilled him and he redoubled his gentle assault on
Charlie who felt he was floating somewhere between heaven and earth.  Ben
lifted Charlie's legs and traced with his tongue the seam that lead to his
boy-pussy.  He licked and nibbled his way down until he came to the gate of
lust.

Now Ben had at this point never heard of rimming and would have reacted with
disgust a week earlier if anyone had explained it to him..  But here he was,
the tip of his tongue darting up against the closed anal gate and testing
its resolve and defences.  Charlie's moans of pleasure increased in volume
and frequency.  He didn't believe such physical pleasure existed.  Ben
pushed his legs up and back until they were behind his head.  He was able to
hold both ankles with one hand and part the boy's cheeks with the other,
exposing his hairless, pink-brown boy-cunt.  He clamped his mouth over it
and smothered it with kisses while Charlie rolled ecstatically from side to
side wondering if
he could take much more pleasure.  But still not satisfied, Ben turned
Charlie onto his front, then on all fours and positioned himself behind him.
  He told Charlie to sit back a little and part his cheeks
with his hands behind his back.  The nine year old duly obeyed and Ben
buried his tongue back up his arsehole and managed to make some progress
breaking through the barrier.  Instinctively, Charlie's hand went to his
cock and he began to wank himself.  This turned Ben on even more.

'Yes, wank your little boy dick, there's a good boy, while I tongue fuck
your arse!'

He licked the fuck-gate tunnel some more and then had an idea.  He backed
off a little and taking his cock in his hand, he rubbed the head up and down
the arse crack.  Copious amounts of precum had been pouring out of his
cum-slit for sometime.  He coated Charlie's boy-pussy with his sticky
man-juice.  When it was nice and gooey he slipped the forefinger of his
right hand through the ring of muscle, making Charlie squawk and increase
his wanking speed.

'Fuck! This is horny!' he gasped as he slipped another finger inside the
boy's hot love tunnel.

It was this that pushed Charlie over the edge.  Orgasmic spasms convulsed
his young body as his grandfather finger fucked him.  He shrieked and
writhed as he wanked.

'Oh, granddad!  Too much!  No!  Too much!  Oh, fuck, granddad!  Can't stand
it!  Oh, granddad!  Fuck!'

Ben held his little grandson very tightly round the waist to stop him
throwing himself off the bed, while continuing to finger fuck him with the
other.

'That's it, boy!  Cum for grandpa!  Cum for grandpa!  You enjoy yourself!
You horny little boy-slut!  Let granddad work your boy-cunt!  Oh, yes, tight
little boy-cunt!'

As his dry orgasm subsided, Ben loosened his grip and let Charlie fall
forward, panting.  His head rested on the bed and his perfect smooth, white
arse remained pointing heavenwards.  Ben leaned forward and rested his cock
between his cheeks.  Slowly he rubbed his cock back and forth varnishing the
boy's crack his precum.

'Hold your cheeks apart for granddad,' he whispered, and as Charlie obliged
he considered thrusting his manhood up the boy's virgin hole.  The slick
hairless slit looked so inviting!  But he held himself back. It was not yet
time.  He started to masturbate himself very quickly and at the moment of
orgasm held his spunk-canon right up against Charlie's virgin pussy and
fired all his cum into it at point blank range.  He growled and moaned as
the volleys of hot, thick cum painted his grandson's boy-cunt.  Charlie felt
his grandfather's hot magic cream splash against his hole.  He was quite
relieved, thinking that his lust-crazed grandfather might try and ram the
monster prick up his tight young boy-cunt.  Ben looked down at the
cum-covered cock and cunt.  He eased his softening cock forward a little
just opening up Charlie's arsehole so a little of his cum could flow inside.

'There!  You'll go home with a little bit of granddad's magic cream inside
you!'

The two collapsed together on the bed and lay their in a tight embrace for
some time.  Once again, Ben  was incredulous at his own depraved actions,
while Charlie reflected on the indescribably physical pleasure that the
human body could experience -- with no artificial aids!  Just cocks and
tongues!

At last, Ben said, 'We'd better get cleaned up.  Your mum or dad will be
here soon.'  And up they got.