Date: Mon, 28 Jul 2003 07:47:10 -0400
From: David Smith <twofoldman@hotmail.com>
Subject: Timmy Does Grandpa

TIMMY DOES GRANDPA  (M/b oral anal)
by twofoldman@hotmail.com

This story depicts sex between an adult and a consenting
minor.  If this offends you, please do not read any further.
If it is illegal for you to read this kind of material,
please do not read any further.  If you are underage, please
don't read this.

1

What was it about grandpa that made Timmy want to do dirty
things with him?  Timmy often thought about that late at
night, as he played with his little dick and felt the tingly
feelings go through his body.  The only thing he could think
of was that grandpa was the only adult male that Timmy had
ever seen completely naked.  Specifically, grandpa's pee-pee
had been the only adult pee-pee Timmy had ever seen.

Timmy had seen daddy naked once, a long time ago when he was
only five.  Daddy had just come out of the shower, and Timmy
was just coming out of his room at the same time.  As he
passed mommy & daddy's room, he saw daddy's bum as he walked
to the closet to get his robe.  Timmy had giggled to himself
and would have been really embarrassed if daddy knew this.

Now Timmy was almost seven.  It was July and Timmy's
birthday was in November, so naturally he felt like he was
all grown up.  In a lot of ways, he was.  Timmy had been
interested in sex stuff for a long time now.  He and his
good friend Danny had been playing with each other for two
years already.  At first they would just feel each other's
pee-pees when they were in the bathtub together, but then
Danny showed Timmy how to keep doing it until a warm, tingly
feeling came.  It was the best thing Timmy had ever felt,
and he had done it ever since.  He and Danny did it to each
other all the time, and Danny had shown him a lot of things
since then, like how to suck on each others pee-pees too,
which was even better.  Timmy was shocked, but not as
shocked as he was when Danny had shown him the most
forbidden thing of all: playing with bumholes.  They had
first done this in the bathtub, when the adults had left
them to play of course.  Danny had told Timmy to wash his
bumhole real good because he was going to show him something
neat, and then he reached right down and put his hand
between Timmy's butt cheeks, feeling the little hole.  At
first Timmy laughed in surprised horror at how gross it
seemed, but later when they were in bed and supposed to be
sleeping, in the time they usually took to suck pee-pees,
Danny had done something really shocking: he had slipped his
mouth down to Timmy's bumhole and stuck his tongue right on
it.  The feeling was so good that Timmy never protested
again.  The tingly feelings came as Danny wiggled his tongue
around on Timmy's butthole, the same as it felt when Danny
sucked Timmy's pee-pee, but stronger and more powerful.
Eventually Danny had showed Timmy all sorts of dirty things,
and had even put his little pee-pee inside Timmy's bumhole.
It hurt a lot at first, and Timmy didn't like doing it that
much, but Danny sure did, and kept trying until finally
Timmy realized that after a little bit it didn't hurt
anymore, and in fact it felt really good.  It was especially
easy if you made sure to put a lot of spit on it first, and
pretty soon Timmy got really good at taking it inside his
butt.  Sometimes Danny would do it for what seemed like
forever, and the whole time it felt good to Timmy, except it
never satisfied Timmy.  Playing with his own pee-pee did.
Eventually there would come a feeling that was best of
all-Danny called this "coming"--, and the best-of-all
feeling came really fast if Danny sucked on Timmy's pee-pee.
But the best-of-all feeling never came when Danny put his
pee-pee up Timmy's hole.  It always felt like it was just
around the corner, but it never came.

Danny had showed Timmy a lot of things.  It was Danny who
told Timmy about what an enema bag was.  There was one in
Timmy's bathroom under the sink, but he never knew what it
was for until Danny showed him one night.  They had gone
into the bathroom and shut the door, and Danny showed Timmy
how to fill the bottle and use it to put water up your bum
so it would be nice and clean for playing with.  Timmy
thought that was a great idea, and it felt neat, too.

But of course that was a long time ago to Timmy.  Danny and
Timmy had been playing for so long now that it was becoming
boring to Timmy.  Timmy needed more, although he wasn't sure
exactly why.  But whatever the reason, he was sure of one
thing: he thought about doing it with grandpa, and he
thought about it because of seeing grandpa naked.

Timmy spent a lot of weekends with his grandparents, and it
had happened one Sunday.  Timmy's grandma went to church
every Sunday.  Sometimes Timmy went with her, but most of
the time he stayed home with grandpa.  Timmy's grandpa had
just gotten back from a hunting trip and was sleeping when
grandma went off to church.  Timmy was afraid she would make
him go with her because grandpa was sleeping, but she
didn't.  "Your grandpa is still sleeping.  He should be
waking up any time now, but don't go waking him up before he
wants to.  He drove a long ways last night and needs his
rest."

But after she left, Timmy had gotten bored real fast, so he
went looking to see if grandpa was still sleeping.  He
quietly opened the door to grandma & grandpa's bedroom, and
that was when he saw grandpa lying on the bed, completely
naked.  Immediately the exciting feeling came over him, the
same feeling he got when he and Danny played sex games at
night when they were supposed to be sleeping.  Timmy's pee-
pee got hard right away, and he stood very still, breathing
a little hard.

Grandpa's clothes were lying in a pile next to his side of
the bed, and Timmy could see his white underwear lying on
top of the pile.  Grandpa was lying on his back, snoring
loudly.

Timmy's grandpa was a very large man, at least to Timmy, and
with a voice that sounded just as big.  He always reminded
Timmy a little bit of Santa Claus, except his beard wasn't
nearly as bushy.  Grandpa only had a little bit of hair on
his head, but he did have a beard, and the rest of his body
was covered in hair too.  Grandpa's beard was getting real
white, but the rest of his body hair was either dark or
gray.  It always looked like he was real strong to Timmy,
even though he was more than a little bit fat.  Grandpa had
a big round belly, but he also had very strong arms and a
barrel chest.  His legs were really thick too.

But, of course, the reason Timmy was so excited to see
grandpa completely naked was that now he could see grandpa's
thing.  It was right out in the open, and since it was
bright daylight, Timmy had no trouble seeing it.  He moved
closer to the bed to get a better look, a little nervous
that grandpa would wake up & catch him looking, but he
figured he could handle grandpa if he did.  Grandpa never
got mad at Timmy, and Timmy could just say he was seeing if
he was asleep or not.

Timmy thought grandpa must have the biggest pee-pee of any
man, ever.  It was surrounded by a thick patch of dark gray
hair, and it looked like an elephant's trunk.  There was
something funny about it, and Timmy realized it was covered
with skin, all the way to the end.  Timmy's pee-pee (and
Danny's, too) had what looked like a little acorn on the end
of it, but grandpa's was ten times the size and had soft-
looking skin that covered the tip.  And his balls.!  His
balls were huge, maybe the size of two eggs.  In fact, they
almost hung down to the bed between grandpa's legs, while
his pee-pee lay big and fat to one side, as if it was
pointing at Timmy.  Timmy realized he was shaking in
excitement as he stood there & looked at it, and he got kind
of nervous about grandpa waking up, so slowly he backed out
of the room and closed the door again.

Timmy watched TV until he heard grandpa get up, and he ran
into the kitchen to see if he could catch grandpa on the way
to the bathroom.  Sure enough, he was standing in the hall.
He had put on his white briefs again, and Timmy couldn't
help but notice how they bulged out.  When he ran over to
give grandpa a hug, he was sure he felt grandpa's pee-pee
pressed up against his chest.

2

Weeks went by, and Timmy grew more and more preoccupied with
the idea of grandpa's pee-pee.  He even told Danny about it,
and Danny got real excited and told him all about how to
take care of it if he ever got to play with it.  "Make sure
you are ready for when it shoots," Danny said.  "It will
come out real fast, like a squirt gun, and there will be a
lot of it.  Just whatever you do, make sure not to stop or
else you'll ruin it and it won't feel good for him."  Then
Danny made a shocking announcement:  "I play with my daddy's
all the time!"

"You liar!" Timmy said, but he knew Danny was telling the
truth.  "How come you never told me about that before?"

"Daddy said I shouldn't tell anybody, and if I did he would
get in trouble, so I never said anything.  Swear you won't
tell!"  Timmy did swear.

Danny told him all about the things he did with his daddy,
and Timmy was enthralled.  Danny said he made his daddy
shoot come a lot of ways, by just playing with his pee-pee,
or sucking on it, or even letting his daddy put it up his
bum just like him and Timmy.  Timmy couldn't believe it.
"Doesn't it hurt?" he asked.

"Yeah, it hurts a lot," Danny admitted, "But he puts a lot
of stuff on it, slippery stuff that helps, and if he goes
real slow, he can get it all in and it stops hurting.  If he
keeps doing it, I start coming, only it feels like it never
stops.  It used to be he couldn't do it long enough without
shooting too fast, but now he's real good at making it last,
and he gets me to the good part every time."

"Why does stuff come out of your daddy when he comes?
Nothing comes out of us when we do," Timmy asked.

"Cause he's grown up, dummy!  Once you get old enough, it
shoots when you come. The stuff is real white, and when it
goes inside a girl, it makes a baby."

Timmy asked about the come.  "Where does it all go inside
you?"

"Right up my bum, idiot!  Sometimes I have to run to the
bathroom right after we do it, but I don't care cause it
feels so good.  And he makes all these funny noises!"  Then
Danny started making all sorts of sounds, like a bear, or
someone who stubbed their toe.  Timmy laughed and said he
was making it all up, but Danny swore it was true, and Timmy
knew it probably was.  "It's kinda gross at first, but when
it all comes out, that means it's at the part where it feels
really good for daddy.  The only bad thing is, after it all
comes out, he has to stop."

"What about when you put his thing in your mouth?  Does it
come then?"

"Yeah, and he really likes it if it goes in my mouth, I
guess it feels better that way.  At first I didn't like it,
then I started to like the taste.  Now I really like it a
lot, and I swallow it all."

They did it that night again, with Danny putting his pee-pee
up Timmy's bum.  They had been doing it quite some time when
Danny said "This is how daddy sounds." and started making
the noises again.  As Danny went "Awwww!" and "Oooooooo!",
the boys laughed until they heard footsteps in the hallway.
Quickly quieting down and pulling up their underwear, they
laid there as Timmy's daddy opened the door and told the
boys to quiet down and stop wrestling.

3

It was after that night with Danny that Timmy knew he had to
play with grandpa's pee-pee.  If Danny could do it, then he
could to it, too.  He wasn't too keen on trying it with
daddy.  He was rarely alone with daddy, and daddy was never
asleep or undressed when they were.  Besides, daddy was way
more strict than grandpa.  Grandpa let him get away with
just about anything, whereas daddy would yell about certain
stuff, like jumping on the bed or staying up late at night
watching TV.

So Timmy became more preoccupied with getting somewhere with
grandpa.  Every weekend, when he would stay at grandma &
grandpa's house and long for the time he could see grandpa
naked again.  His plan was to wait until grandma went to
church and then sneak into the bedroom to look at grandpa
sleeping, but most of the time grandpa was already up, and
Timmy grew more and more disappointed.  One weekend he was
thrilled when grandpa was still sleeping after grandma left,
but when he opened the door, grandpa was lying there in a
white tank top and his white briefs.  Timmy still looked,
but it just wasn't the same.

Finally Timmy's big chance came, and Timmy wasn't even
expecting it.  Once again, grandpa had been gone all week to
his hunting cabin, and wasn't even supposed to be home.  But
when Timmy woke up Sunday morning, grandma told him "You
don't have to go to church with me if you don't want to,
grandpa came home last night from hunting."  Timmy's heart
leapt-after all, it was just like the last time he saw
grandpa's pee-pee.  He said he was sleepy and would go back
to bed, but the minute grandma was out the door, Timmy was
up out of bed.  Still wearing only his shorts, he raced down
the hall.  He stood outside the door to the bedroom and
listened, and sure enough grandpa was sleeping soundly.  As
he slowly opened the door, he started shaking again.
Grandpa was bare naked!  He was lying on his belly, and
Timmy could see his bum.  He also wasn't wearing any shirt
this time; it was perfect.  Timmy stood there for what
seemed like forever, waiting for grandpa to roll over onto
his back.  He waited and waited, looking at the clock next
to grandma & grandpa's bed.  Twenty minutes had gone by, and
Timmy was getting really tired of looking at grandpa's bum,
when suddenly the big man finally flopped onto his back.

There it was again, grandpa's pee-pee.  Finally Timmy could
look at it.  He wasn't sure if he dared do anything more,
but this could be his only chance to look at it again, so he
pushed the door all the way open and went inside the
bedroom.

Timmy didn't know how long he stood there looking at
grandpa, but he felt like he could have looked all day.  It
had been months since he first saw it, but he would swear
grandpa's thing was even bigger than he remembered.  As he
stared at grandpa's pee-pee, it seemed like it was moving
very slightly, with grandpa's breath.  Each time grandpa's
belly rose and fell with his snoring, his pee-pee would
wiggle just a little bit.  Timmy was startled once when
grandpa's snoring stopped for a second and he shifted on the
bed, but grandpa was still asleep, he had just moved his arm
up over his eyes.  Now Timmy could see the gray hair in his
armpit, too, but Timmy didn't care about that.  The best
thing of all happened next.  Grandpa reached down in his
sleep and scratched his big balls, and his pee-pee shifted
even more.  When grandpa's snoring started again, Timmy
could see the tip of grandpa's thing.  It was peeking out of
the wrinkled skin around his pee-pee, and as Timmy watched
breathlessly, grandpa's pee-pee began to get bigger and
bigger.  He was getting hard right before Timmy's eyes!

It started very slowly.  In fact, Timmy could only tell it
was happening because of that pink tip that started showing
more and more.  Now he could see the hole in the tip where
pee came out, just like Timmy had.  It twitched a little,
but stayed like that for what seemed like a long time.
Timmy didn't think it was going to get any bigger, until
suddenly grandpa's pee-pee jumped a couple of times.  Timmy
was spellbound now, as little by little grandpa's big pee-
pee got harder and harder, slowly moving and twitching.  The
pink head peeked ever further out, and suddenly grandpa's
pee-pee wasn't lying on his hip anymore.  It was still
pointing at Timmy, but now it was bouncing in the air, and
it only took another minute before it started pointing up
toward grandpa's belly.  Finally it was standing up big and
hard, the soft skin still bunched up around the tip, but now
the pink tip of grandpa's pee-pee was poking out pretty far.

Now Timmy got to see what a grown man's pee-pee looked like
when it was hard.  Timmy wasn't close enough to touch it,
but it looked like if he did, it would almost be as big
around as a soda can.  At least, that's what it looked like
to Timmy.  Just the thought of touching grandpa's pee-pee
made Timmy tingle all over, but he didn't dare do that.
Grandpa might get mad.

Grandpa was still snoring, but it hitched up for a second
and grandpa's hand reached down and scratched his balls
again.  This time, however, he did something else that
delighted Timmy.  He reached up and tugged on his pee-pee,
pulling down toward his balls.  This moved the wrinkled skin
all the way down and made the pink tip come all the way out.
Now Timmy could see it was just like his own, except for
that skin-and except for the size, of course.  The tip
looked a little sticky, too.  It was shiny, as if it was a
little wet.  Grandpa's snoring returned as his hand dropped
away, and Timmy realized he could smell something.  He
wasn't sure what it was, but it made him feel kind of dizzy.
He stepped closer to the bed, and the smell was stronger.
Instinctively, Timmy knew it was grandpa's pee-pee that he
could smell, and he leaned a little closer just to be sure.
Just like he thought, he could smell it real good now.  It
smelled bad to Timmy, and that was the confusing part.  It
smelled bad, but he wanted to keep smelling it.  Danny had
this same kind of smell between his legs, but it was ten
times stronger on grandpa, and different too.  It made
Timmy's pee-pee even harder.  Suddenly he knew he would have
to touch it.  He reached out ever so gently and dragged just
one finger lightly over the big barrel of grandpa's pee-pee.
Timmy jerked his hand back when grandpa's thing jumped
quickly, and he was a little scared because now it didn't
sound like grandpa was snoring at all, just breathing
really, really hard.  What if he was close to waking up?
What's worse, stuff started to drip out of the tip of
grandpa's pee-pee, and Timmy was sure he had made grandpa
start peeing, which would certainly get Timmy in trouble if
grandpa woke up.

Timmy was scared to move, and he stood there for a few more
minutes.  The stuff didn't drip anymore, in fact it didn't
really go anywhere, just into the folds of skin around
grandpa's thing, so Timmy wasn't too upset about it.  He
knew he had to get out of there before grandpa woke up, but
he wanted to touch it one more time, so he reached out
again, this time putting his fingers around the middle of
the big round tube.  He didn't squeeze down too hard, but
held it carefully, just enough to get a feel for it.  The
skin was velvety soft, but the whole thing felt hard as a
rock, and grandpa made a deep, dreamy sound when Timmy made
contact with it.  More stuff drooled out of the tip of his
pee-pee, and Timmy began to realize it wasn't pee.  The
stuff coming out of his pee-pee was clear, and there were
little bits of white stuff in the folds of skin and under
the tip of grandpa's thing.  Timmy thought about what Danny
told him about come, and he wondered if this was it.

Lightly, Timmy moved the skin up and down grandpa's pee-pee,
and more stuff came out, just a little bit at a time.  It
was clear and runny, and Timmy figured that might be what he
was smelling.  Then Timmy did something really daring.  He
took the tip of his finger and touched it to the pink tip of
grandpa's pee-pee, getting some of the stuff on his finger.
He brought it back to his nose and inhaled, and the feeling
that came over him was incredible.  He never smelled
anything like it before, and even though it smelled bad, it
also smelled good, and this he didn't really understand.

Once more his hand returned to grandpa's pee-pee, and the
dreamy sounds came out of grandpa again.  He got bolder,
holding it more firmly and moving his hand up and down the
way he knew felt good, at least on his own pee-pee.
Grandpa's dick was so hard it felt like it had a bunch of
ridges underneath the skin, like corrugated cardboard.
Timmy stroked it slowly up and down, just like he did his
own and just like he did to Danny, only grandpa's pee-pee
was much, much bigger than the two of them put together, and
Timmy had to hold it carefully.  Timmy was overwhelmed with
excitement.  Grandpa was making more and more sounds now,
and his hips were moving a little bit, but even more
exciting was that Timmy began to realize that grandpa wasn't
asleep anymore.  He couldn't believe he had the nerve to
grab hold of grandpa's pee-pee like this, but even more
amazing was that grandpa was allowing him.

Just like Timmy thought, grandpa's arm slowly slid away from
his face and he was looking at Timmy.  Timmy could see him
out of the corner of his eye, only Timmy kept looking at
grandpa's big pee-pee.  He was a little embarrassed now that
grandpa's eyes were open, but grandpa slid his hands over
his own chest and down to his thighs.  Then his left hand
slid over Timmy's back lovingly, and Timmy knew everything
was OK.  Grandpa slid his hand over Timmy's naked back and
slipped his fingers under the waistband of Timmy's shorts.
While Timmy slid his hands through the thick hair around
grandpa's dick, and caressed his hairy balls, grandpa pulled
down Timmy's shorts and let them drop to the floor.  He
pulled Timmy closer to the bed and moved aside a little, and
Timmy took the cue and jumped right up into bed with
grandpa.

Up close, Timmy really got a good look at grandpa's cock.
He was mesmerized by the motion of the skin, and the sheer
size of it made him shiver.  Timmy's hand looked so small on
the big pee-pee, and his fingers didn't even come close to
going all the way around.

But it was the smell that really drove Timmy wild.  It
didn't smell so bad to him anymore, and he stopped stroking
long enough to put his nose right up close to it and give it
a good sniff.  Timmy's own pee-pee jumped real hard when he
did, and Timmy leaned over so that the soft skin of
grandpa's pee-pee was against his cheek.  Timmy knew he
wanted to suck on grandpa's pee-pee, but he was still not
sure if grandpa wanted him to.  Grandpa moaned as Timmy
placed small kisses all over his thing, and more slippery
stuff was leaking out of the end, so Timmy took that as a
sign that it was OK.  Delicately, he kissed the wrinkled
skin at the tip, and grandpa groaned even louder as Timmy's
tongue brushed over the opening.  Timmy savored the taste of
grandpa's slippery juice.  It wasn't bad at all, and Timmy
wanted more, so he gripped grandpa's dick and pulled the
skin down further, exposing the pink tip hiding inside.  It
was pink but covered with white clumps of something, and
Timmy gently licked at it.  It tasted bad, but just like
before, he wanted more anyway.  Grandpa liked it even more
when Timmy opened his mouth wide and engulfed the big acorn-
shaped head, his tongue swirling around to lick off all the
white cheesy stuff.  Timmy's mouth watered like crazy now,
and he pulled off for a second to examine grandpa's thing
again.  The pink tip had turned a darker color, and Timmy
could see it pulsing more clear liquid out into the folds of
skin.  He pulled down even further and now he could see
underneath the helmet-shaped head of grandpa's thing.  Timmy
was delighted to see that there was even more white stuff
underneath there.  In fact, there was a lot of the flaky
white stuff, and Timmy dug his tongue right in, feeling it
all collect on his slippery tongue as he licked it out from
under the head.  Grandpa was watching Timmy and stroking his
back, moaning softly.  Every once in a while his pee-pee
would jump, and Timmy would have to get a better hold on it
to keep it still, while warm liquid oozed over his tongue.

Finally he dove back down onto the head, his mouth stretched
so wide to take in as much of grandpa as he could.  It
wasn't as much as he would have liked-after all, he could
fit all of Danny's pee-pee in his mouth-but it was also
clear that grandpa liked what he was doing, so that was OK.
He moved into the up-and-down motion that he knew was best,
and grandpa began to wriggle with delight.

Grandpa's big hand slipped down to Timmy's bare bum and
stroked it softly, finally cupping it and grabbing on
firmly.  Timmy's bum almost fit right in the palm of
grandpa's hand.  One of grandpa's fingers was wiggling up
against Timmy's hole and driving him crazy.  Timmy thought
dreamily that just one of grandpa's fingers was as big as
Danny's little dick, so what would it feel like up there?
It was making him remember what he had thought about while
getting fucked by Danny.would a bigger one feel better?

Grandpa's breathing was really heavy, and they had settled
into a steady rhythm of Timmy sucking on the end of his pee-
pee and pulling up and down with both his hands on the rest
of it.  Timmy couldn't remember being so excited, he loved
the way grandpa's big thing felt in his hands, so thick and
warm and hard, yet smooth and rubbery at the same time.  It
was even more exciting to put his mouth on it, because he
knew this was a secret, sexy thing to do.  It felt good when
Danny did it to him, and he liked doing it to Danny, but
grandpa's was so much bigger!  Sucking on grandpa's pee-pee
like this, Timmy was now surrounded by the smell.  Mostly it
all just seemed wet now, because of his spit, but he could
still taste the flavor of the stuff he had dug out from
around grandpa's pee-pee head, and even though it was kind
of gross, it was kind of exciting too.  The clear liquid
still streamed into his mouth, and Timmy wondered if that
was what Danny had meant by "come"-although Danny said there
was a definite explosion and it looked like a squirt gun.
Timmy was just beginning to wonder if there was something
wrong with grandpa's pee-pee when suddenly grandpa made a
loud noise and his legs started to shake.  Timmy knew what
was happening, this was the big explosion that Danny had
told him about, and he pulled off of grandpa's pee-pee to
see it.  As grandpa began to wiggle around on the bed, he
started making loud gasping sounds, and Timmy pointed his
pee-pee straight up in the air while jerking up and down on
it real fast.  Grandpa was harder than ever, and the skin
was real tight on his weiner all of  sudden.

At first, all Timmy saw was a bunch of clear liquid run out
of the pee hole.  Then the clear stuff turned white, and
there was a little "pop".  The first spurt was small and
just popped out of the tip, and the second one didn't do
much more either.  Timmy was starting to think it was really
disappointing, when all of a sudden grandpa's whole body
shook, and he let out a huge roar just like Danny had warned
him about.  But what happened next made Timmy's mouth drop
open in awe.

A huge, long gusher of white fluid blasted out of grandpa's
pee-pee, which was twitching and jumping in Timmy's hands
now.  It was almost like firing out of a water gun, and
Timmy heard a tiny "ping" as it touched the glass domes of
the lights on the ceiling fan on the ceiling over grandpa's
bed.  Grandpa continued to groan, but Timmy remembered what
Danny had said about not stopping, so he kept it up.

The remaining gushers were nowhere near as strong as the
first one, but they were whiter and there was more of it.
These ones looked like when you turned on a water fountain.
They spurted back onto grandpa's belly and made Timmy's
hands wet.  Timmy's jerking motions even made some of it
splash onto his face.  Then it was over.  Grandpa's body
relaxed instantly, and he put his arms back behind his head,
with a faraway look on his face.  He watched Timmy playing
with his wiggling pee-pee, which was getting smaller again.
Timmy held it in one hand while he played with the puddles
of white stuff that had shot out of grandpa.  Danny had
mentioned the taste.so Timmy brought his fingers to his lips
and tasted.

Like the stuff under grandpa's extra skin, this stuff
smelled funny and tasted even funnier.  But just like
before, Timmy wanted more.  He leaned over and squeezed
grandpa's pee-pee until more of it ran out the tip, and
Timmy licked it up right away.

There was more of it, all over grandpa's big belly and even
up on his chest, but grandpa pulled Timmy up to his face and
hugged him, smearing it between their bodies.  Grandpa
kissed him softly on his face, in a way that grandpa had
never kissed Timmy before, and Timmy felt like he was
glowing.

"Where did you learn this stuff, Timmy?  What made you do
this to grandpa?" he said.

"You're not mad, are you?" Timmy said cautiously.

"No, no, I'm not mad at all.  It's just.well, you're such a
little boy, and usually boys don't even think about this
stuff until they're much older, and it's usually even longer
before they actually do any of it."

Timmy blushed a little and giggled.  He felt funny talking
about the stuff he did with Danny, but he figured he didn't
have to be embarrassed about it.  After all, grandpa had
just let him play with his pee-pee, and shot stuff all over
the place, so that was the same thing.

So Timmy told him all about it, about how he started playing
pee-pees with Danny, sucking each other, and finally how
Danny had started putting his pee-pee up Timmy's bum.

While Timmy talked, he held onto grandpa's big thing, which
was now soft and sticky, but grandpa listened close while
Timmy was talking, stroking Timmy's back and rubbing his
hair gently.  Timmy was a little surprised when he realized
that grandpa was getting hard again.  After all, Danny had
told him that once a grown man shot his stuff out, it was
all over.  Timmy wasn't about to question it though, and he
tugged gently at it as it got bigger and bigger in his hand.
The whole time Timmy was talking, he had hardly noticed that
grandpa's hand was clamped over his butt again, his finger
digging into the hole again and making the warm tingly
feelings come.  Grandpa must have gotten his finger wet,
because Timmy felt the tip of his finger slipping easily
inside his hole, and he instinctively relaxed the way he had
learned with Danny.

Grandpa shifted in the bed and reared up onto his knees, and
Timmy thrilled to see his big pee-pee wagging in front of
him like a flashlight, his big balls hanging down almost to
the bed.  He had never seen grandpa like this before, ever,
not even when looking at him naked in bed.  Grandpa rolled
Timmy over onto his belly and pushed him up further on the
bed, and then suddenly grandpa's face was buried in Timmy's
butt.  Timmy cried out in pleasure and also because it was
ticklish.  After all, grandpa did have a beard!  As
grandpa's tongue wiggled around Timmy's butthole, grandpa
held onto Timmy's hips and pulled him harder into his face.
In no time at all grandpa's tongue had pushed right into
Timmy's hole!

Suddenly the feelings were on Timmy, and stronger than ever
before.  He wriggled and gasped as grandpa stuck his tongue
deeper and deeper.  This was so much better than anything he
had ever done!  Grandpa pushed and pushed, moving his tongue
in and out, sometimes pulling it all the way out & licking
all over Timmy's butt cheeks, then diving back into his
butthole with his tongue, stretching it wider and wider.

"Do me!" cried Timmy, a little nervous at saying such a
thing to grandpa, but he couldn't help it.  He had heard the
expression before, and it sounded a little nicer than some
of the other things he'd heard (like the "F" word).  Grandpa
kept using his tongue, so Timmy cried out again, "Do me!
Put your pee-pee in my hole!"

Instead of getting mad, grandpa groaned deeply, making
Timmy's whole lower body vibrate (because his mouth was
right on Timmy's hole, after all).  Timmy's whole body moved
as grandpa pulled off and slid up until his big fat pee-pee
was lying between Timmy's butt cheeks.  He was going to do
it!

Timmy felt grandpa's big hands pull his cheeks apart, and
grandpa moaned loudly again when he saw Timmy's hole.  Timmy
hoped everything was OK, but he figured that meant grandpa
liked what he saw.  He heard grandpa spitting in his hand
and felt grandpa smear the spit all over his pee-pee.  He
thought of how big it was and he was a little scared, but he
remembered that Danny was doing it with his dad.  If Danny
could do it, Timmy sure could!

Grandpa pushed and Timmy felt the very tip start to go
inside.  That wasn't bad at all.  Then grandpa pushed again
and the whole tip went inside.  Timmy felt it pop into his
butthole, which clamped down behind the big acorn head.
Timmy was suddenly gripped with the most tremendous pain he
ever felt, and he cried out.  It was so slippery that Timmy
couldn't stop it, it was inside before he even knew what hit
him.  He sucked his breath in and out and tried to stop the
pain, but it was too much for him and Timmy screamed out
loud.  Grandpa stayed right where he was while Timmy
wriggled and cried.  It had never hurt this bad with Danny,
and of course Danny's thing was ten times smaller than
grandpa's.

It all happened so fast, but Timmy couldn't believe what
happened next.  He figured since he cried that grandpa would
pull out and it would all be over, but instead grandpa
pushed his pee-pee even deeper inside of Timmy.  Grandpa had
one hand on Timmy's back and was holding him still while the
other hand was clamped hard on Timmy's hip.  He could hardly
move, and it hurt.

Timmy never once told grandpa to stop.  He was scared to say
that, since he had been the one that had asked grandpa to do
this.  Even more so, he didn't think grandpa would have
stopped anyway.  Grandpa was suddenly different.  He wasn't
like he usually was, there was something scary about him.
Timmy felt his pee-pee moving in and out of him now, it felt
huge, but as Timmy twisted his head around with tears in his
eyes, he could see that grandpa was just moving the very top
part of his big thing in and out.  Timmy didn't think he
could take much more of it, but at least grandpa was only
sticking the top part in for now.

Suddenly grandpa pulled out and Timmy's butthole squeezed
shut again.  That was good and Timmy sighed in relief.
Grandpa was spitting on his hand and slicking up his pee-pee
again, and this time Timmy rolled onto his back, thinking
maybe he would have second thoughts about letting grandpa
put it back inside.  Grandpa, however, grabbed hold of
Timmy's legs and lifted them back, exposing his butthole
once again.  Timmy felt him put the end of his pee-pee at
his hole, and then he pushed inside again.  It felt slippery
and it went right in.  Even better, it didn't hurt as much.
Timmy still cried out when it went back inside of him, but
now he could see grandpa more easily.  It was better now
that he could watch him, and as grandpa adjusted himself and
his big thing pushed even deeper into Timmy, Timmy thought
about all those times he had thought about this happening,
and his own pee-pee got hard as a rock.

Grandpa leaned forward and put his hands on the bed, holding
himself up over top of Timmy while he pumped up and down
with his hips.  Timmy could mostly only see grandpa's hairy
chest, and he reached up and ran his hands through all that
gray and white and black hair.  Grandpa made a low noise
that sounded like a growl and Timmy felt his pee-pee get
even bigger inside of him.  Timmy's legs were way up over
his head now, further than he even knew he could stretch
them, and he could see his own pee-pee, with grandpa's furry
groin moving just behind it.  Timmy couldn't tell how much
of that big pee-pee was inside of him, but he knew by now it
was a lot.  It was poking way up inside of him now.  The
strange thing was that even though it hurt, Timmy could feel
a wonderful tingling in his butt hole and in his little
thing.  It felt like stretching, and it got stronger and
stronger the more grandpa moved his thing in and out of
Timmy.

Timmy was fascinated with grandpa's body.  Finally given
access to every part of him, Timmy felt confident in places
he could touch grandpa.  Feeling grandpa's hairy chest was
fun, and he touched grandpa's pink nipples too.  This made
grandpa groan even louder, and Timmy knew it was the right
thing to do.  Grandpa started pumping even faster, and
something happened to Timmy.  Suddenly he felt a whoosh
inside of him.  It felt just like when Danny was pumping his
butt, only a hundred times better.  Timmy realized he was
way past the point where his good feelings peaked with
Danny.  Grandpa was taking him a lot further.  Timmy was
crying out again, only this time it was because it felt
good.  Better than good.  Suddenly it was the best feeling
Timmy had ever had.  His legs hooked around grandpa's waist
as best they could, and he tightened them as the feelings
grew and grew.  He could feel his hole squeezing and
squeezing, and he was breathing really hard.  Grandpa was
huffing and puffing too, and it sounded like he was grunting
and saying little bits of words that made no sense to Timmy.
His pee-pee was so far inside of Timmy now that Timmy could
feel his big balls pressed up against his bum.  Timmy yelled
out; the good feelings seemed to force it out of him, and
Timmy thought of fireworks exploding like he always did.

Then it was over for him, he felt them getting smaller and
smaller until the motion of grandpa's pee-pee was just a
pleasant tingle again.  But grandpa was still pumping and
grunting.  Dreamy from the joy of what had just happened to
him, Timmy reached up and put his fingers around each of
grandpa's nipples and tickled them.  Suddenly grandpa
groaned and pumped even faster.  Timmy squeezed a little
harder and grandpa yelled even louder.  Finally grandpa
gasped frantically, "Awww, honey I'm gonna come!  Honey, I'm
gonna COME here comes my NUT, baby!  AWWWWW!"

Timmy felt grandpa freeze, his pee-pee as deep inside of him
as it would go, and as grandpa held him still, he felt a
movement inside of him, a sudden push.  He thought of how
far grandpa's stream of stuff had shot the first time, it
had been all the way up to the ceiling almost!  Timmy
imagined it shooting inside of him that hard, over and over.
Grandpa gasped and gasped, and suddenly Timmy's stomach
growled very loudly.  It felt like he should run to the
bathroom really fast, but grandpa was still holding him
tight.

After grandpa finished, he pulled his thing out of Timmy
right away, and there was a loud noise that sounded like a
fart.  Timmy laughed until he realized stuff was leaking out
of his butt hole.  He suddenly sat up and looked down to see
a wet puddle underneath of him.  Grandpa just laughed.
"Don't worry Timmy, that's just grandpa's stuff.  We'll wipe
it up in a minute.  Come up here and give grandpa a hug,
honey."

Timmy cuddled up to grandpa's big chest and sighed deeply.
"That was great, grandpa."

"Yes it was, honey.  I haven't felt like that in years."

Timmy was confused about one thing.

"Grandpa?"

"Hmmm?"

"What did you mean when you said your nut was comin'?"

Grandpa just laughed again, even harder than before.
"That's just a silly thing that men say when they're about
to shoot their load."

"You mean come?" Timmy asked.

"Yes, come.  That's when all the stuff shoots out of your
dick."

Timmy clucked.  "I know," he whined, as if it were the most
obvious thing in the world.  "How come you were able to do
it twice in a row?" he wondered.

"Why do you ask that, Timmy?" grandpa responded.

"Well, Danny told me that a man can only shoot stuff once
and then it's over."

"Some men can shoot it more than once Timmy, especially if
they're really excited.  I used to always be able to shoot
it twice, sometimes three or four times, but the older you
get the harder it is to do that.  I was really excited so I
was able to do it again."

Timmy thought it over.  "I'm glad you did it more than once"
he announced.  He thought momentarily before his next
question.  "Could you do it again?"

Grandpa chuckled "Ohhh, Timmy.I'm an old man!  And besides,
your grandma could come home from church soon and we need to
be up and dressed before she does."

Timmy pouted playfully.

"Tell you what, Timmy.  We'll go take a shower together, me
and you, at the same time.  How would you like that?"

"Yeah!" Timmy shouted.

"Then afterwards, we can get dressed, and we'll go down into
grandpa's shop in the basement.  That way we'll be down
there and we'll be able to hear if grandma comes home.  I'll
pull down my pants and you can play with it all you like
until she gets home.  We may even be able to get it to shoot
again.  Would you like that, Timmy?"

"Uh huh!" Timmy nodded.

"Let's get going then, tiger."

Timmy walked naked with grandpa into the bathroom and as
grandpa leaned over to start the shower, he looked at
grandpa's thing.  It was soft again, but it was still pretty
big, and it looked a little darker now that they'd been
playing with it so much.

Grandpa let Timmy wash it for him real good, and grandpa
washed Timmy all over, including his little bum hole, which
was still leaking grandpa's juice.  After they were done,
they dried off and got dressed, but just like grandpa
promised they went downstairs into the basement shop, where
grandpa pulled down his pants and leaned back on the old
couch he had sitting down there.  Timmy sat between his legs
and played and played, sucking and pulling on grandpa while
grandpa told him how to do it best, how to use his hands to
work the bottom half while he sucked the top, how to cradle
grandpa's big balls as he sucked.  As Timmy triumphed and
grandpa excitedly shot right into his mouth, Timmy knew this
was something that he and grandpa would do over and over
again.  He couldn't wait to tell Danny all about it.  Timmy
was really glad he'd had the nerve to be a bad little boy
after all.