Date: Thu, 17 Jul 2014 21:47:41 +0100 From: Rob Armstrong <robarmstrong26@hotmail.co.uk> Subject: Spike's Diaries - Artie SPIKE'S DIARIES: ARTIE THIS STORY CONTAINS THEMES OF INCEST BETWEEN A GRANDFATHER, HIS SON AND GRANDSON, WATERSPORTS AND DOMINATION. THESE CHARACTERS EXIST IN AN AIDS FREE, CONSEQUENCE FREE, FANTASY PARALLEL UNIVERSE AND ARE NOT TO BE EMULATED. PLEASE SUPPORT NIFTY WITH YOUR DONATIONS AND KEEP THIS INCREDIBLE RESOURCE GOING. NB: See 'Spike's Piercing Parlour' series, November 24th 2012 Top Secret: The following is featured in the research records of Pentagon operatives George 'Doc' Schultz and Carmine 'Spike' Russo, in connection with their ongoing studies of the evermore widespread effects of Formula 51.... Arthur (Artie) Haslett, 64 years old, Wallace, MI (by series of emails) Sunday July 20th Hey Spike, hey Doc Delighted to pitch in with your hush-hush research project - my chance to give back a little after all you've done for the leather incest community here in NYC - you guys and the Larsens. Gaad, I can still remember spying young Clay Larsen on the subway that time, sinking my dick into his spunk filled cunt and fucking his brains out in the midst of a whole car of unsuspecting New Yorkers. Clay, his dad and me got up to all kinds of shit after that, you betcha. Good times. Such a shame they relocated to the West Coast, but I still see them from time to time when I go out there to do scenes for their incest porn label. How many men my age can claim to have such a fulfilling sex life? I mean, sure, I've kept my body in shape - lately I've been favorably compared to the great Wade Neff - but this trend for young studs to go for musclebound polar bears like me sure ain't hurting none. I've decided, after all this time getting other family men together in the sack, that it's way past due for me to experience the heat of male on male incest first hand. Yup - I aim to make your research my summer project. I've waited long enough and this is the year I'm going to fuck my son and grandsons gay. Now I know you guys need a control group, so instead of using Formula 51 I'm opting for an old timer's guile and cunning, hee hee. Just to give you guys a little perspective, my son Bradley was the result of a typical high school indiscretion between jock and cheerleader. Back in the late 1960s, in Middle America at least, you married the girl and that was that. Game over. It wasn't until I got gang-raped by the older guys at the autoshop where I worked that I turned onto mansex and realised that this was where I really lived, sexually. From then on my rapists became regular fuck buddies. Wallace was a small town and it wasn't long before word got out that I was the town manslut. My wife's family ordered me gone, and I landed up in New York, at the start of the 70s, a free man. With my football build and dark looks, I was a popular stud on the underground leather scene and was soon recruited by the porn industry. I didn't get to see my son again until he looked me up and came to visit in '89. At 20, Brad had turned into quite the hot little number and I had my hands full keeping my friends off of him - including me and my lover at the time! He was cool with the whole gay thing, and even got a kick out of seeing a couple of my movies, but he never gave the impression that his sexual interest lay anywhere other than with women. Sure enough he got married five years later and in time he and his wife had two sons of their own. My son has now been a widower for ten years. He coaches football and wrestling at a local high school in Cheboygan County. Ryan, his older son, is on a football scholarship at Michigan State, and Tyler has just turned seventeen and is, naturally, still living at home with his father. It's been a couple of years since I last visited their beautiful home on the shores of Lake Huron, not far from the state park there. Even then my two grandsons were starting to get my juices flowing and my son's hot body has always turned my crank. Seeing them now churns my butter more than ever. At 45, but looking younger, my son has developed a gorgeous musclebound physique. His dark hair and mustache have started to salt and pepper, which only makes him hotter. Tyler, a quiet lad, introspective like his father, is filling out nicely everywhere and has the most perfect grade-A teen bubble butt. Ryan isn't home from college yet, but will be joining us in twelve days' time. This is good. He's much more confident and outgoing - guess he takes after his old gramps, here - and will need to be handled very differently if I'm to turn him. As things are, I have over a week to work on the other two and start them down a whole new road of father and son bonding. And to tell you the truth, a little bonding wouldn't hurt none. When I arrived earlier this evening I was quite dismayed by the way Brad and Tyler seem to have drifted apart. Both quiet men, slow to express their feelings, and remarkably stubborn in their way, they have fallen into the trap of retreating into their own bubbles. Well, Grandpa is here now and I aim to change all that in the dirtiest, most satisfying ways imaginable! Monday July 21st Last night me and Brad sat out on the porch nursing a couple of beers. Reading between the silences, I'd say there's no particular problem - Tyler's a good kid - just the distance that can creep in between a father and his growing son. I also got the feeling that Brad's pretty lonely. He did go so far as to say how much the dating scene sucks out here in the boonies. As far as I know, Tyler isn't dating either, or if he is his father doesn't seem to know about it - another symptom of the gap between them. Jeez, what do I have to do with these two knuckleheads, bang their heads together? Nah... much better to mash their dicks together. As cures go, it'll take better and last longer... And so I began my campaign as soon as Brad and Tyler left this morning for school, which won't be out for summer till the middle of next week. My first port of call was my grandson's bedroom. What a fine old time I had, fishing around in his private things, opening drawers and checking the back of his closet. His barely concealed stash of flesh mags was pretty tame and encouragingly heterosexual - what kind of lame challenge would it be if my grandson turned out to be gay already? The browser history on his PC yielded nothing to condradict the mags. At last I settled on a stratagem and I fished a pair of his underwear out of the laundry hamper. Mmmmm... smelled mighty fine, plenty of pungent piss and shit stains to savor... I was already half hard after spending so long invading the boy's privacy, and sniffing his dirty jockeys got me roused the rest of the way, so it was a simple matter to unleash my dick, wrap Tyler's soiled underwear around the rigid flesh and jerk off into the white cotton. My grandson's jockey stains really were quite a disgrace... he clearly doesn't pay much attention to personal hygiene... ... my mouth watered as I pictured my first tonguing of my grandson's deliciously neglected hole... That did it. I jetted an impressive load into the boy's briefs. I then dropped them in a corner by the john in his father's private bathroom. When Brad found them, he would think his son had been jerking off on his dad's can and left them there, either by mistake or - more intriguingly - on purpose... ...rich and pungent with his teenage load... Chuckling evilly to myself, I then turned my attention back to Tyler's computer. Thanks to a seniors' computing class, I had the skills necessary to disable his browser completely. Now, when the boy came home from school eager to jerk off to internet porn, as would any boy his age, he would have no choice but to use his father's PC... ... which I interefered with also! On Brad's browser I had great fun leaving a trail of breadcrumbs for Tyler to follow, which would lead not only to some pretty vanilla straight porn, but also a few of the kinkier, fetishistic gay sites as well. When Tyler got home this afternoon he informed me that his father had a PTA meeting to attend in the evening and would be tied up at school till 10pm. I greeted this with feined disappointment and announced to my grandson that I would be off on a hike to explore the nearby woods for the next couple of hours. I told him that I would take care of dinner for us both on my return. Tyler did his best to conceal his pleasure at having the house to himself, never suspecting my true intentions. I watched that magnificent ass flex as he mounted the stairs to his room and bid me to have a good time. I opened and closed the front door loudly, and then hid myself away in the hall closet at the foot of the stairs. There I took out my semi-excited dick and settled in to enjoy the fruits of my handiwork. Not five minutes had passed before I heard the fanfare of my grandson's computer firing up. A few moments more and I smiled as I heard Tyler curse. Then he cursed some more and I heard bare feet slap on the wooden flooring that led along to his father's room. A second fanfare. Now I had to be patient. Silent minutes ticked by, until the time-honoured strains of porn music and female groans drifted down the stairs to me in my place of concealment... followed by the wetness of a young jock's flesh on flesh... Tyler was jerking pretty lazily, by the sound of it, his heart not really in the lame man-on-woman fare I'd served up to him. The music stopped. Followed by more music. Followed by silence. He had gotten bored with the selection so far and was searching further. I held my breath. This was it. Then it came. The low, breathy curse of incredulity I'd been waiting for. Gay porn? On his father's computer? I listened intently as Tyler zapped his way thru several gay sites. And then another lower, breathier string of curses. Earlier I'd very generously bought my son a membership to Thor Larsen's gay incest site. Moreover, I'd left Brad logged in, so Tyler now had access to the full range of nasty, kinky shit Thor, Clay and I were involved in. 'What the fuck?' my grandson gasped. What now, I wondered. 'Shiiiiit...' And then familiar recorded dialogue could be heard from my son's bedroom. Yes! Just as I had intended, Tyler had stumbled across one of my own scenes - an over-the-knee spanking scenario. Clay plays the part of an unruly, straight son. Thor despairs of disciplining his boy and brings him out to a cabin in the woods, to his own 'father' - me, of course - for some good old-fashioned home correction. A bare-ass spanking ensues. 'No, Grampaw, no...!' SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! 'uNGHHH..... Daaad, pleeeeease stop this...' 'Shut up, bitch! Take it!' SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! 'Whaaaaaa...! 'Why doncha shove yer dick in his mouth, son, and shut him the fuck up?' 'Whassat Grampaw? Dad, n....' GLOM! 'Ooooh, yeah, that's it boy, choke on Dad's dick...' It isn't long before 'Grampaw' decides that Daddy could do with a reminder of his father's hand as well. All three family members getting increasingly naked and heated up until the two men end up pissing all over the boy and forcibly double-dicking him. 'Whaaaa... not my hole... I'm straight, I'm str.... Oooof! Unhhh... Eeeee... Oh.. oh... oh... aaaaahhh....' By the end of it, the straight boy is a cum-guzzling fag-slut. By now, in that closet downstairs, I had sprung a massive rod and I edged myself, picturing Tyler's reaction to seeing his own grandfather buck naked and featured on his father's PC - involved in a highly incestuous threeway, no less! I quit jerking a moment to make sure of what I'd just heard. Heavy breathing from Tyler. Then the music stopped. He'd stopped the scene. What now? Had it been too much for him? Then the scene began again. From the beginning, no less. Tyler's breathing grew ragged again, and now the wet whap-whap-whap of masturbation was rapid and enthusiastic. There was nothing half-hearted about his jerking-off now... I could have crowed with victory. My grandson was getting off to watching his grandfather have piss-soaked incest... Tyler came three times watching that scene. By the time he was finished he must have been exhausted. After he crashed out on his bed for a while, and I 'came home', I snuck into Brad's room and hid the incriminating evidence deeper in his computer... Tuesday July 29th Okay, Spike and Doc, so it's just over a week later and I been plenty busy. Later that night, after Brad got home and had eaten the cold supper we had left him, he and I sat out on the porch again for a few beers, in what has fast becoming a ritual for us. Brad seemed a mite distracted that evening. I didn't call him on it, but I noticed during our conversation he kept glancing up at his son's bedroom window with a confused look on his face, I guess somebody found their boy's cum-stained jockeys on their bathroom floor earlier. Oh yes, things were proceeding nicely... Since then I've been taking it nice and slow. The occasional cum-soaked teen briefs in his father's room or in his bathroom, just so Brad knew it wasn't a one-off. The gulf between Brad and Tyler became more active initially. More awkward. But that was all to the good. They were finally taking notice of each other but pretending not to. Glances were stolen and both father and son now sport stirrings in their crotches at the sight of each other - and me, gratifyingly. Then today I ramped things up a bit. After yet another session exploring the incest site, and beating off to more hot scenes of increasing debauchery, Tyler returned to his bedroom and shut his door. Soon I heard him groaning in ecstasy in there. Ah good. He'd found the pair of his father's underwear, which I'd left under his pillow, soaked in what he assumed to be his father's cum. His groans became muffled as he undoubtedly pressed them to his face to eat as he jerked his tool yet again. Meanwhile I snuck into Brad's room and left a fresh pair of Tyler's cum-stained-by-me briefs on his father's eiderdown. By now, Brad and Tyler, who had been avoiding physical contact since last Monday, no longer flinched at accidental touching of hands. They were even beginning to brush up against one another... Tomorrow is the day. Ryan will be home a couple days after so I'm running out of time. Besides, they're almost ready...