Date: Thu, 19 May 2011 15:30:41 -0400
From: whitewold999@icqmail.com
Subject: Grandpa (gay/ incest, M/M. b/MM)
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Grandpa
By
Wolf
When I was called out of my sixth grade classroom to go to the
principal's office I knew it couldn't be good. When I was ushered into
her office I could see the concern on her receptionist's face. When I
entered there was a uniformed policeman standing next to the principal.
I hardly remember them explain to me that my parents had been killed in
an automobile accident. They were trying to explain to me that a car
thief had hit them broadside running away from the police.
I was allowed to wait in her office for my grandfather to come
and pick me up. They had looked up the number of my emergency
contact person from my parents school registration form. Grandpa was
my mother's father. He was more than sixty-five years old, a widower.
He was my only living relative that I knew of.
He had always been nice to me but I didn't see him much. My
father didn't like him from what I could tell. Nothing had ever been said
about it. It was just a feeling I had about his feelings. Most of the times
he had visited were on special occasions. I sat there numb while I waited
for him to come and get me.
It was a blur for a few months. There was the funeral, the
liquidation of the estate. The insurance was put in a trust for me.
Grandpa lived in the same town as my family, so I was allowed to stay in
the same school the remainder of the year. The following school year
was the transition to junior high school or middle school it would not be
that big a deal to change to a new middle school the next year.
When I moved into grandpa's home I got one of his two spare
bedrooms. I slowly settled into my new surroundings. It was a nice
home. There was still some evidence of my grandmother's touch in the
house. It was a comfortable home. There was a gardener that came once
a week to take care of the landscaping. He also had a woman that came
once a week to clean the house and do the laundry for him.
Grandpa was about six-feet tall. He was surprisingly youthful
looking for a man his age. He had a full head of hair that was a light
brown. It was turning gray at the temples though. He was physically fit,
and took pride in his appearance. I never saw him that his clothes were
not well coordinated. I didn't know what he had done for a living, but
he had been some sort of supervisor for the area's municipal water
company. I had not known much about him before, even less about his
friends.
It was a slow process for the two of us to get used to living with
each other. I withdrew for my relationships with my friends because it
was hard to discuss my feelings about my parent's death. I worked hard
to make good grades in school. As soon as I got home from school I
would do my homework. I did more than required to make sure that I
remained at the top of my class. Grandpa never said anything about my
disrupting his lifestyle but I must have made a big change in his life too.
He had only one regular friend that visited. This man was no
older that my father. He worked for the same water company that
grandpa had worked for. I felt like I was intruding on their relationship.
Whenever I entered a room they were in, I often noticed that they
interrupted their conversation in mid sentence. They would change the
subject right away. I felt like I was being deliberately being excluded.
His friend's name was Arthur Brooks. He was nice enough to me
but I felt like he resented my presence. Like grandpa he was about six-
feet tall, physically fit as well. His hair was darker though. One of their
favorite topics of conversations was classical music. They could spend
hour's discussion the relative merits of conductors. Their taste was
similar but they could argue forever about the minute details of a
particular performance. You could say that grandpa was obsessive about
music. His library walls were covered with thousands of vinyl recordings
of music. They were cataloged by category. You could select a
conductor and find every recoding made of his work, or select specific
selection of music and find every recording ever made in the last
hundred years, or select a composer and find everything he had
composed and cross reference by different conductors and dates. His
catalog system was overwhelming. I learned quickly that I had to
replace them right where they had been.
I had been living with grandpa for about six months when things
really changed. I had been a horny preteen when I had moved in. I had
been shown how to masturbate by a friend. I masturbated three or four
times a day. My fantasies were about sexy women at the time. I thought
I was hiding my activities by depositing my cum in a thick terrycloth
towel, and washing it regularly with my clothes. Grandpa never let on
that he knew what I was doing.
One evening when grandpa and Art had gone to town to listen to
the local philharmonic orchestra, I had begged off of going because I
really didn't care for that kind of music. I would much rather listen to
popular rock and roll music. I chose to go to the movies and watch an
action thriller that night. When I walked home I got something to eat
and retired to my room to masturbate. I heard them get home and
pretended to be asleep when grandpa checked on me. I heard their faint
voices while they talked in the library for awhile. When it got quiet I
assumed Art had gone home.
I was just about to fall asleep myself when I heard a crash coming
from the direction of grandpa's bedroom. I bailed out of bed and ran to
his room. I was afraid that he had fallen. When I burst into his room I
was stunned by the sight that greeted me. The noise had been made by a
lamp being knocked off of the bedside night stand. The ceramic base
was broken and the lampshade was damaged. The bulb was still on and
casting large shadows high on the back wall. What shocked me the most
was the sight of my grandpa and Art, on top of the bed totally naked!
Art was on his back curled up with his heels resting on grandpa's
shoulders. Grandpa was supporting his body on his hands and toes. His
cock was buried in Art's asshole.
I had never dreamed that men could fuck each other like that. I
didn't move. I just stood there watching. If grandpa was upset about
being caught it didn't matter. He was too close to coming. He just kept
hammering his cock into Art's ass. Art was grunting and groaning with
every thrust. When grandpa moaned and dropped to his knees. Art's
legs slid down the sides of grandpa's body. I saw grandpa's cock slip
out of Art's ass. It was still hard and it was wet. There was some frothy
cum around the base of his cock matting down his pubic hair.
Grandpa tuned to me and said, "We better have a talk about
this!"
Both of them sat up and invited me to sit on the bed. Neither of
them made any attempt to cover up their nudity. Grandpa said, "I never
wanted to upset you, but you were going to find out about Art and me
sooner or later. Do you know what it means to be gay?"
I had never even heard the term before. I thought it just meant to
be happy. Grandpa told me, "Being gay means that a person has sexual
relations with members of the same sex." He went on to tell me, "I have
always been gay. Your grandmother knew about me long before we
were married. Your mother knew about my boyfriends for years. That
was why your father didn't care for me. He feared that I would seduce
you. I never would have done so. Now that you live with me you might
as well know about Art and me. Can you understand and accept my
relationship with him?"
I looked at their naked bodies and my own dick responded by
slipping out of the fly of my pajama bottoms and got hard. Art noticed
that I had a hard-on and placed his hand on my dick and squeezed it
gently. My dick responded by throbbing and getting even harder.
Grandpa said, "If I seemed distant to you, it wasn't because I
didn't love you. I was just afraid that if you found out about me that
you would hate me." Having said that he wrapped his arm around me
and kissed me right on the mouth.
I had never been kissed by a man like that before. It sent shivers
through my body. I didn't resist when his tongue entered my mouth.
He was playing with the nipples on my chest while Art was starting to
masturbate me for real. I sat there feeling all kinds of thrills for awhile
before I got up the nerve to take hold of their dicks.
I was fascinated by the way they felt. Grandpa's cock was about
five inches long. He was circumcised. The head had a thick roll around
the knob making it look like a padded purple ring around a flesh colored
helmet. The scared skin where the foreskin had been cut away wrinkled
up around the head on the up stroke and stretched out and looked whiter
on the down stroke. It throbbed in my hand. Art's cock was longer with
a definite curve to the left side of his body. The base was thicker and
tapered to smaller sized head than grandpas. It didn't have the same roll
around it like grandpas. It just had a wide curving mushroom. I learned
that he had been circumcised as an adult. That did not stop me from
enjoying the feeling of his cock throbbing in my hand as I jacked him
off.
Grandpa stopped me from jacking him off because he had just
cum in Art's ass. The additional play was becoming painful to him. He
just wanted to kiss me. Art did deliberately stop me from jacking him
off so much as his body got a little too far away when he bent over to
suck on my little cock. He was able to take my dick and balls into his
mouth at the same time. He actually ticked me with his tongue. I
eventually squired cum into his mouth.
They stripped me of my pajamas and sandwiched me between
them. It was just natural for me to allow grandpa to spoon me and for
Art to back up against me so that I was spooning him. It was very
exciting to fall asleep between the warm bodies of the two men.
Grandpa had his hand resting on my chest and I had my hand on Art's
chest.
In the morning I woke up feeling grandpa's stiff dick poking my
right between the cheeks of my ass. I reached down and found Art's
stiff dick. I squeezed it and heard Art moan softly. Art said,
"Sammy...I have to go pee!"
Grandpa said, "Me too!"
They threw the covers back and they exited the bed from both
sides. I had to pee too, so I followed them to the bathroom. They were
standing around the toilet with the seat up, with cocks in hand as they
aimed the yellow streams into the bowl. Jest listening to the splash of
water made me want to pee all the more. I was pinching my dick to keep
from peeing. Art finished first and shook his dick before heading for the
sink to brush his teeth.
I took his place and when I released my dick my stream of piss
managed to miss the bowl. It splashed off of the rim all over grandpa's
leg. He chuckled good-naturedly and lifted his cock up and sprayed his
piss all over my chest. Some of his piss even hit my on the face. I tasted
his salty urine. I made a face. Before I could respond grandpa grabbed
me by the hack of my neck and shoved his cock into my mouth. He
pissed what was left of his urine into my mouth. I had to swallow that
hot liquid. When he was finished he kissed me on the lips. While we
were brushing our teeth Arthur stood behind us.
He was feeling our butts. I was not prepared when he stuck a
finger up my asshole. It did give me an instant boner though.
When we were back in the bedroom I sucked grandpa's cock.
Arthur was behind me licking my asshole, while reaching between my
legs to pull on my dick. Art asked grandpa, "Can I be the first to fuck
Sammy?"
Grandpa was running his fingers through my hair. I looked up at
his face with his cock deep in my mouth to see what he was going to say.
Grandpa winked at me and said, "Whatever is mine is yours!"
Art got off of the bed and retrieved a bottle of some stuff that
turned out to be a liquid lubricant. When he got back on the bed behind
me he poured some of the cold liquid on the crack of my ass right above
my asshole. He worked some of it into my asshole. When he was
satisfied with his efforts, he proceeded to grease up his cock. Then he
pressed the head of his cock against my asshole. It hurt and I moaned. I
couldn't say anything because my mouth was still full.
Grandpa was the one that whispered, "Relax boy...make believe
you are shitting, by pushing."
When I did, Art's cock slipped into my asshole. When I stopped
pushing my asshole tried to clamp down. The pain was mind shattering.
I had to keep pushing while Art fucked my asshole. When he finished
and pulled out of my ass I still could not close my asshole without pain.
I felt liquid running down my ball sack. I feared that it was blood. I
reached under my body and wiped my balls. When I brought my hand
around I found that it was white cum. Grandpa started to cum in my
mouth. I chocked on his cum before I managed swallow it.
Grandpa pulled me up on top of his body and kissed me. We lay
there recovering from the sex for awhile. Arthur lay beside us and I
played wit his slippery dick while we rested. Hunger overtook our
sexual desires.
We got up and headed for the kitchen. Gramps cooked breakfast
for the three of us. It was very strange to be sitting at the dining table
eating while my naked but was sitting on the maple dining chair. They
had fresh brew coffee with their eggs. I had milk. When the dishes
were in the washer, we returned to the bedroom where they started
kissing me again. I could taste the coffee in their mouth. This time it
was grandpa that wanted to fuck me. I sucked Art's cock while grandpa
was lubricating my asshole again.
I would love to say that it didn't hurt. It did hurt though. It
took me a long time before I was able to get fucked by a man without
pain. After they had brought me out, they introduced me to their
friends. I must say I did develop a taste for classical music, along with
male cum. It was not uncommon to go to a philharmonic performance
and get to have sex with a half dozen men afterwards. It was a turn on
to be sucking cock and getting fucked while a string quartet played
music, men were encouraging me to perform for them. As I grew older
and grandpa became infirmed I had to look after him more. He still did
enjoy getting sucked though. Arthur and I became even closer. When
grandpa passed away I moved in with Arthur.
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