Date: Sat, 12 Apr 2003 15:56:13 +0000
From: Philip Burbidge <philip255@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Grandfather's Awakening 3 (Incest: M/b)

As this story describes sexual acts between a man and his nine year old
grandson, I must issue the following warning and settle any
misunderstandings.  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. Similarly, the internet sites and
pictures referred to are also completely made-up.  I enjoy receiving
comments, suggestions and tales from readers who enjoy the story and its
theme: philip255@hotmail.com


A Grandfather's Awakening 3	'Hooked!'

It was several days before Ben was again asked to pick up Charlie from
school and look after him and he began to experience alternating feelings
of guilt and lust.  Had he corrupted the boy and introduced him to
practices he would never have engaged in on his own?  Or was the lad a
naturally horny, if precocious, little cocksucker? His cock would stiffen
as he remembered his grandson's smooth, young body, stiff little cocklet
and tight, hairless balls.  He began exploring sites on his computer.
Wading through hundreds of sex sites, he realised he had to be more
specific in his searches, but for some time couldn't bring himself to type
in the taboo-laden words he longed to explore.  After a frustrating couple
of hours, with trembling hands he slowly typed in the word 'boys'.  He was
surprised that there were so many sites to choose from, but this turned to
disappointment as it became apparent that they invariably featured older
'boys' in their late teens and early twenties.  Ben then pondered on what
it was that truly excited him – he who had never been interested in boys
before.  It dawned on him that it was the family connection that thrilled
him as much as his grandson's prepubescent body.  Taking a deep breath, he
knew he had to grasp the nettle of taboo.  Hands shaking, he inserted the
word 'incest' into the search box, pressed the 'return' key and waited for
a thunderbolt to strike him dead.

It didn't.  Instead, a whole list of sites appeared; some offered support
to victims of unwanted family abuse, but others offered pictures and
stories of real family-sex.  Ben's cock sprang to attention.  He dismissed
the adult male-female and mother-son material, and homed in on the dad- son
and, to a lesser extent, dad-daughter sites.  His cock grew harder and
harder as he travelled through these sites.  Again, he was disappointed not
to find graphic pictures of dads, granddads and uncles having full sex with
their young scions.  On reflection, he understood it would be madness for
anyone to post such material which was so easily traceable.  He therefore,
settled for a story site offering thousands of stories covering all types
of incest divided into categories.

A new world opened up to him.  He spent the next six hours dipping into
story after story, reading accounts of boys from six to sixteen having the
raunchiest sex possible with a variety of older men, mostly dads, but
including grandfathers, uncles, cousins and older brothers, and sometimes
all of them together!  He quickly whipped out his cock and masturbated to a
climax as he read of young boys sucking family cocks and swallowing gallons
of cum, or having loads of spunk shot all over them.  He came the first
time reading about a twelve year old being fucked by his dad for the first
time, unloading his balls over his computer key-board as the father shot
his load up his son's virgin boy-cunt.  He had decided to go to bed, but
thought he would just have a look at the first couple of paragraphs of
another story before he did.  Thirty minutes later, he shot a second load,
reading about a boy who had licked his father's balls, and tongued and
rimmed his arsehole before his hairy horny dad shot his spunk over his son
and then pissed it off!  Ben was both horrified and excited.  It was a
steep learning curve and educative experience.  He continued to read and
wank as dads and sons paraded before his eyes, indulging in activities he
hadn't previously even heard of.  He finally retired to bed as dawn was
breaking and he had reached his fourth orgasm, his cock painfully sore as a
result.

The following day, he forced himself to stay away from the computer until
he had done some work on the house, and then settled down for another
dad-son incest lesson.  He read story after story of young boys sneaking
into their dads' bedrooms, eager to play with their cocks; of horny dads
recklessly seducing their young sons; of family orgies where dads and
granddads took turns fucking their young offspring in the arse and mouth.
There were tales of sons bringing home their schools friends for their
fathers to enjoy, orchestrating orgies of little boys.  He particularly
enjoyed stories where grandfathers were invited to join in family
'get-togethers'.  His favourite to date was of a father and his younger
brother holding down an eleven year old boy for his grandfather to fuck his
tight little boy-cunt – after he had watched his two sons fuck the boy
first, of course!  Then all three men shot their cum simultaneously all
over the ecstatic boy's face and body.  How he would like to have such an
experience with Charlie, his father and Ben's youngest son, Tom.  He twice
brought himself to a climax reading this story.

Night after night Ben could be seen sitting at his computer late into the
night, vigorously wanking his dick and finding more and more sites and
stories.  By chance, he did manage to find a site with pictures of
obviously underage boys having sex with grown men – probably their sons.
It drove him wild with excitement, actually seeing young smiling faces,
streaked with 'daddy-cum', and soft small mouths crammed full of
'daddy-cock'.  He realised it was the contrast of the huge, muscular,
hairy, mature fathers with their smooth, small, slim sons that turned him
on.  Unfortunately, the site had disappeared by the following night, so he
surfed around, hoping to find a similar ephemeral site.  He didn't succeed
but had better luck the next evening.  Here he was treated to a series of
photos posted by an Eastern European father featuring him and his ten year
old son.  They were both dressed in the first pictures but the father was
shown molesting and fondling his son as he sat on his knee.  Then he
progressively stripped the boy naked and gave a close up of the boy's
genitals with his father masturbating his stiff pricklet and caressing his
tiny, tight balls.  There was a picture of the lad bending over forwards
and spreading his arsecheeks, including a close-up of his pink, rose bud
boy-cunt.  Next the boy was shown in a series of photos crouching between
his daddy's legs, undoing his trousers and pulling out his cock.  He
stroked and kissed it and forced as much of it into his small mouth as he
could.  The next sequence showed the two completely naked with the son
sitting on his father's knee, facing him with his arms around his father's
neck and his legs wrapped round his father's waist.  The man's legs were
wide open.  The two were kissing and the small boy's body was crushed
against his father broad chest which was covered with thick golden hair.
The father's hand was stretched behind his son and was wrapped around his
cock which he was masturbating into his son's arse-crack.  These photos
really got Ben's juices flowing, seeing the big, brawny dad getting it
together with his small, delicate son!  The next three were close-ups of
the boy's small buttocks being lifted and separated and gently lowered on
to his father's cock. There followed three pictures showing the huge cock,
crowned with a red dome and glistening with precum, slowly being inserted
into the little lad's impossibly small boy-cunt.  Three of the remaining
six shots must have been taken by someone on their knees between the
father's thighs and under the son's upturned arse (Ben would have given his
right arm to have been that photographer!).  They showed the mammoth prick
forcing the boy's arse apart and plunging the whole length inside him, a
large pair of heavy balls swaying beneath.  Ben reckoned the boy had eight
thick inches up his nine or ten year old arsehole and ached to sink his
cock inside Charlie's boy-pussy.  A couple of pictures depicted the boy
facing the camera with his back towards his father who was holding him
tightly round the waist with his right arm.  His left hand was delicately
masturbating his son's stiff little prick and the boy was firmly rooted on
his father's cock. Obviously having been well fucked, next came the cum
shots.  First the father could be seen kneeling over his son, wanking his
dick into his son's face while the boy worked his own dick.  Then there was
a series of close-ups, progressively closing in until only the father's
massive dick and the boy's small face were in the frame, thick ropes of
pearly white spunk blasting out of the cock and splashing all over the
boy's beatific face.  Some entered his half-open mouth and more trickled
down his face and neck.  A final picture showed the son spreading his arse
to show a well-buggered boy-cunt, his father's spent, half-hard cock
resting against his left arse-cheek. Ben managed to tear his hand away from
his cock long enough to down load the pictures on to floppy disks in case
the site disappeared over night – which indeed it did.  He then shot his
load looking at them, determined to get himself a bit of the real life
incest action.  He also wondered who had taken the photographs.  Were there
any vacancies for such jobs!?

When he awoke the next morning his ardour had cooled a little and he
decided on a strategy.  If, the next time he looked after Charlie, the boy
made a play for him, he would take it as a sign that he wanted to continue
his sexual education, and Ben would readily oblige.  If, however, Charlie
showed no interest, Ben decided he would not initiate contact again.


While Ben was wanking himself senseless, Charlie was in bed gently playing
with his stiff boy- cock.  Since his first sexual encounter with his
grandfather, his cock had hardly been soft.  To his parent's surprise, he
had begun going to bed early so that he could spend some 'quality time'
wanking himself to sleep, dreaming of his granddad's big, thick, hard cock.
As he worked his dick, he recalled its strength and vigour, the feeling of
it bucking and throbbing in his hand, the taste of it on his tongue and the
awesome feeling of his grandfather cumming in his mouth, filling him with
salty-sweet spunk.  His hand was racing up and down his cock shaft as he
sank into this sexual reverie whispering 'granddad's cock' and granddad's
spunk' softly to himself.  Suddenly, he suffered a rude awakening when his
father's head appeared round the door to wish him good night.  Charlie
immediately stopped wanking and pretended he had just been scratching
himself, but his red face betrayed his guilt.  His father, Frank, was
highly amused.  This was the second time in three days he had caught his
son having a wank.  He was mildly surprised the boy had started
masturbating so young.  He could only remember starting when he was eleven
or twelve, but it didn't concern him.  The sight of the little boy giving
his dick some stick made him smile and caused a slight stirring in his own
loins.

Frank was on his way to the lavatory when he called in on Charlie, but now
his cock was so hard he couldn't piss.  It had been several days since he
had cum and he suddenly realized he was horny.  He began wanking his cock
over the toilet bowl and uninvited images of his little son masturbating
under the bed-clothes flooded into his mind.  However hard he tried, he
couldn't stop them from displacing his usual wank-fantasies, and they made
his dick harder than he had known it for some time.  After a few minutes he
let fly a torrent of cum that, far from landing in the bowl, splashed up
all over the cistern.  Cursing, Frank wiped as much off as he could see
with the toilet paper.  He flushed the lavatory and went back downstairs
for a stiff drink.  He knew the time had come to have a father-to-son talk
with his boy!

Hearing the toilet flush and his father's footsteps on the stairs, Charlie
also went for a piss. His father's sudden appearance had put paid to his
wanking and his pricklet had deflated in record time. As he was peeing, he
noticed some streaks of whitish stuff on the lavatory and the tiled wall
behind it.  Having finished his piss, he touched the substance and
instantly recognized it as cum.  It was still slightly warm and the only
person who had been in there in the last few minutes was his
father. Therefore, this had to be his dad's spunk!  Charlie was both
thrilled and horrified.  It was awesomely disgusting.  His own dad's cum!
His prick shot to attention.  Tentatively, he stretched out a hand and
touched a small pool of cum that had settled on the lavatory top.  He
gingerly tasted it.  Yes, no doubt about it.  This was definitely cum!  His
father's cum.  He tasted it again.  Slightly sweeter than his granddad's
but still with that salty edge, he thought.  He scooped up a little more
and, without stopping to think why, he smeared it on his cock, anointing
his small red mushroom cock-head with his father's seed.

Suddenly, he became aware of what he was doing and bolted back to his
bedroom with a feeling of self-disgust. But he drifted off to sleep
thinking about cocks and couldn't get thoughts of his father's cock and cum
out of his mind.  He wanted to see more cocks, too, and had begun checking
out men's crotches since seeing his granddad's cock making a bulge in his
trousers.  He noticed that other men had interesting bulges, too.  His
class teacher, Mr Wilson, and a couple of other teachers had discernible
lumps in their trousers that he wanted to explore, especially prominent
when they reached up to a high shelf or stretched back for any reason.  His
best friend, Jack, had a good-looking dad who wore tight levis that showed
off his cock and balls.  He couldn't understand why he hadn't noticed them
before.  Now he had, he couldn't not notice, and found his gaze constantly
drawn to these masculine crotches.  Then there was Lucy's dad.  He was
handsome too, and a priest, so many people called him 'father'.  Charlie
found this appealing.  He had read a lot in the newspapers recently about
priests who 'abused' and 'molested' young boys.  He got very excited at the
prospect of being molested and fondled by big, hairy men.  He wondered if
Lucy's dad abused boys and thought about asking him if he would like to
molest him, but thought that approach was a bit too forward.  Come to think
of it, he had even noticed an enticing mound in his own father's trousers
before but had suppressed it.  It seemed so pervy, but after the previous
evening's events, the desire for his father's cock greatly intensified.

'Well, I've been doing it with granddad, so why not with my dad?' he mused,
so giving himself some more wank fantasies.

Up 'til now, Charlie only had his granddad to play with, so he was
determined to make the most of him.  When he was next picked up from school
by Ben, he waited for them to get clear of the school, and, noticing a
swelling between his grandfather's legs, he stretched out his hand and
gently squeezed it.

"You've got a stiffie, granddad.  Can I have a feel?"

"Behave yourself, you horny little tyke, and wait 'til we get home!" he
replied laughing, and mightily relieved that his young grandson was horny
for more sex games.

They had hardly got though the door into the kitchen before Charlie's hands
were wrestling with Ben's zipper.  He had his grandfather's cock out in no
time and proceeded to reacquaint himself with its beauty.  He licked the
end and brushed it against his cheek, breathing in the intoxicating scent
of his grandfather's manhood.  Meanwhile, Ben's hand slipped between the
boy's legs and groped for his hard little pecker.  He wasn't disappointed.
Charlie was very hard and horny, as only an inquisitive nine-year-old can
be.

"Why don't you and I go upstairs to my bedroom and take all our clothes
off?" growled Ben, his voice thick with lust.

"Wicked!" replied Charlie, enthusiastically, and led his father up the
stair case by his prick.

Once in the bedroom, Ben took charge.  He sat on the edge of the bed and
slowly removed his grandson's clothes, item by item, groping, fondling and
kissing the boy as he did so.  By the time Charlie was down to his tight,
white underwear (his small, hard penis, stretching the fine material) he
was writhing in his grandfather's arms.  Ben slipped his hand inside the
underwear and gently masturbated his grandson's eager cock, and caressed
his tight, smooth balls.
  His other hand found its way down the back of Charlie's pants, and he
traced the boy's arse-crack with his fingers, gently forcing his arsecheeks
apart.

"Oh, yes, granddad!" he moaned, "That feels so cool!  Yes, do it some more,
please!  Wank my dick.  Wank my fucking dick!"

It turned both of them on to dirty talk as they fondled each other's
genitals.

"Fuck, yes, little boy, I'm going to give you such a good time!  But first
you've got to give your granddad a good time!  Get on your knees and suck
my dick!"

Ben pulled Charlie's pants down to his ankles.  As he stepped out of them,
Ben pushed him to his knees between his legs and Charlie grabbed his
granddad's cock with both hands, wanking it a few times before guiding it
to his open mouth.  His tongue darted in and out several times, licking up
the copious amounts of pre-cum oozing from the piss-slit before wrapping
his soft lips around the mushroom-shaped cockhead.
  Ben moaned with pleasure at the velvet-tongued touch of his own young
flesh and blood.

"Ooh, you horny little spunk bunny!  My own little cock-slave!" he
muttered, using vocabulary he had picked up from the incest stories he had
downloaded from the internet.  "Suck my dick.  Suck your granddad's fucking
dick!  I'm going to fill you full of granddad's magic cream.  Fill you up
with granddad spunk!"

Charlie polished his grandfather's cockhead with his eager young tongue
eliciting groans and moans of pleasure from the older man.  Ben was in
danger of flooding the boy's mouth with his cum there and then, but
resisted the temptation as they still had several hours to pleasure each
other before Charlie's father was to pick him up.  So he lifted his head by
the hair from his cock, "You're getting too good at this!", he said,
smiling at the proud little boy.

Ben lifted Charlie up, placed him in the middle of the large bed and lay
down beside him.  He then set about exciting every nerve and erogenous zone
in the boy's body, concentrating his efforts on his genitals and nipples.
Very soon, Charlie was writhing in his grandfather's arms, rubbing himself
up against the big man's muscular body and running his fingers through his
belly and chest hair.  He tweaked and pinched Ben's hard, pointed nipples
sending shocks of pleasure coursing through his torso.  Charlie couldn't
understand why a strong handsome man like his grandfather should find any
pleasure in his small, skinny, puny, hairless little body.  After all, he
only had a tiny penis, however hard in got, and couldn't make the gallons
of cum shoot out of it like Ben could: granddad's magic cream!  But he was
very pleased he did and gave himself up to his grandfather's pleasure.  For
his part, Ben was delighted and amazed that his grandson found his naked
hairy body so exciting, especially his big, hard cock, that must look huge
to the little boy.  He rubbed his dick against the kid as eagerly as
Charlie pressed himself against it.  Ben deliciously tormented Charlie's
little body while nibbling his ear lobes, kissing his neck, cheeks and
lips, and whispering obscenities softly into his ear.

"Who's his granddad's little sex-puppy, then?  Who loves his granddad's
big, hard cock?  Who wants to see his granddad shoot great fucking loads of
spunk all over his cute little face?  Who wants to taste his granddad's
cum?"

Ben transferred his attention to Charlie's small genitals and masturbated
him vigorously.  Soon he was squealing with irresistible pleasure as his
grandfather drove him towards orgasm.

"No, granddad!  No!  I can't!  Too much! Oh, granddad!  No! Oh, yes!  Yes!
Yes!  YES!!"

And so, Ben brought nine-year-old Charlie to another cataclysmic, if dry,
orgasm.  Seismic waves of indescribable pleasure ricocheted throughout the
boy's delicate frame.  He arched his back, curled his toes, clenched his
firm young buns as the orgasm took him over.  Only his grandfather's
vice-like grip prevented him from rocketing into outer space, so he
thought.  Ben laughed softly at his grandson's excitement, kissing him
gently and rubbing his tummy to calm him down.

"Now it's your turn," he said, after allowing the boy to rest for a few
moments.

Ben straddled the little boy's body, his knees clasping his slender hips.
He sat up and began masturbating his heavy, juicy cock.  It was an awesome
sight from where Charlie lay watching.  His grandfather looked twenty feet
tall, his handsome rugged face, twisted with lust gazed down from beyond a
forest of curly brown hair that extended from his mighty prick to the base
of his neck. Here and there was just a hint of silver amongst the gold.
His heavy balls swung to and fro inches from Charlie's face and the huge
red/purple cockhead loomed ominously overhead.  Every so often a drop of
precum dropped from the leaking piss-slit on to Charlie's ecstatic face.
The boy knew his grandfather's balls would soon be brimming over with spunk
for him.  He also knew his grandfather was so excited because his desire
for his little grandson was so great.  Charlie enjoyed the power of being
able to make his granddad so fucking horny.  He wanted to drive the older
man wild until he rewarded him with a cascade of spunk.

'C'mon, gramps, make your magic cream!  Make spunk for me!  Cum all over
me!
  Shoot your fucking load!  Empty your big fucking balls over my face!
Make the bastard cum!" he squealed in his unbroken high-pitched voice, as
Ben increased the pace of his wanking.

"Not so fucking fast!" he gasped, and took time out to slap the boy's eager
face with his prick and 'windscreen-wiping' it back oand forth.  He wiped
precum from his anvil-shaped cock-head all over Charlie's face, glazing his
already shining cheeks.

"Now lick my balls!" commanded Ben and he lifted his big bollocks up and
lowered them on to Charlie's face.  "Lick your granddad's big, hairy balls.
They're full of cum for naughty horny little boy's who need training up to
be obedient sex-slaves for their daddies and granddaddies!  Lick them,
there's a good boy!  Suck them into your mouth!"  He pressed his scrotum
down into Charlie's face.

Charlie smelt the manly musky scent of his grandfather's genitals as they
loomed over head and slowly moved towards him.  The huge, moist cock,
towering over him and wrapped in a large, hairy ever-moving fist, seemed to
lift the two large, plum-sized testicles up and down like a giant dock-side
crane.  Charlie was mesmerized by the sight that filled his entire field of
vision.  He was just about aware of the blurred field of fur and indistinct
giant's features that lay beyond. As the giant genitals descended, he stuck
out his tongue.  It made contact with a wrinkled, hairy ball sending
shivers of pleasure up through his grandfather's massive cock.  Then all
went dark as the two big bollocks eclipsed his sight.  He was left with
only the senses of smell and taste.  He breathed in the scent of sex,
man-sex, incest-sex, and opened his mouth, taking in as much of his
grandfather's right ball as he could, and began to suck.

"Oh, yes.  You horny little pervert!  Suck your granddad's big, hairy
balls!" And Ben rapidly increased the pace of his wanking.  "Yes, tongue my
bollocks!  Chase the spunk up out of them!  I'm going to give you such a
load in a minute!  Oh, yes!  And one day I'm going to give you such a
fucking!  Ramming my dick up your tight virgin boy-cunt and filling you
full and cum!  My cum!  Your granddad's cum!  Granddad's magic cream!"

Ben hadn't seriously thought about arse-fucking Charlie before.  His cock
was so big and the boy's arsehole so small in seemed impossible for years
to come.  But as he built towards the climax, his mind was full of the
pictures and stories he had seen on the internet and, at that moment, he
wanted to shag the arse off his grandson more than anything else in the
world.  Suddenly the boy's tongue hit a particularly sensitive part of his
balls and they boiled over, erupting in streams of thick white spunk.

"Oh for fuck's sake, I'm cumming!" he roared as he fired volley after
volley of hot white cum into the air.  It descended as silver rain on
Charlie's forehead and hair.  He buried his mouth and face into Ben's
scrotum with all the force he could muster, sucking and munching as he
went. He felt his grandfather's cock jump and buck and traced the sperm
with his tongue as it surged from the reservoirs in granddad's balls, up
through the thick tube that was his cock, into the light of day.

"For fuck's sake!  You little whore!  How can you ...!  What the fuck ...
Oh, shit!  I can't stand it! Oh, spunk, spunk, SPUNK!!" he yelled as the
fountain of cum seemed to be forced out of his balls by his grandson's
insistent mouth.  Charlie was struggling to breathe as his grandfather's
huge bollocks had covered his face and all but cut off his air supply.
This made his sucking even more urgent.

As the pearly cascade ceased, Ben's hand and cock, and Charlie's face were
drenched in cum.  Ben lifted his empty balls off his grandson's face and
sat back on his knees, his still hard cock suspended over Charlie's face
and jumping rhythmically in time with his racing heart.  They were both
breathing heavily.

"Was that good, granddad?" asked Charlie, seeking approval for his
strenuous efforts.

"That was more than good!  That was fucking fantastic!" replied his
grateful grandfather, brushing his cummy cock across the boy's smiling
face.

Charlie opened his mouth and Ben pressed his prick down and pushed it
inside the little boy's mouth to be sucked clean.  As his velvet lips
closed over it, he gave a deep sigh of satisfaction and closed his eyes.
They still had a couple of hours together yet, and Ben had every intention
of using the time constructively, after a short break for recuperation, of
course!