Date: Sun, 12 Jul 2009 20:52:42 -0400
From: flatlander4722@aol.com
Subject: "Gramps" Chapter 2

     This story is fiction. It contains sex between men and also between
men and women. Many times, this sexual activity is
cross-generational. There are also themes of incest, dominance, bondage and
sadomasochism. If you are underage and, depending upon where you live, are
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     In all of his fourteen years, Mikey could never have imagined any of
this happening. Here he was squatting naked in the bathtub in his
grandparents' house. His body was soaking wet from his grandfather's golden
shower. Even more unbelievable, Gramps had yanked his cock out of the fly
of his boxers and had ordered him to suck it. The smell of his
grandfather's crotch, piss and cigar was sending Mikey into an altered
state of consciousness. His mind began to wander.

                                                        §


     Mikey had been getting erections and playing with them for longer than
he could remember; way before he learned about masturbation and having
orgasms. He could not recall exactly when the liquid stuff had begun to
shoot out of him but that occurred later, around the same time his dick
began to look less like the little boy cock he used to have. The head had
begun to appear "more meaty" to him and his dick seemed to be larger, even
when it was soft. The bright pink had transformed into a dusty rose and
hairs sprouted at its base. His balls had increased in size and they began
to swing when he moved around naked in the bathroom. He sometimes thought
he was imagining all of this. Or maybe it was always this way and he did
not notice any of it before. No explanations were forthcoming from his
parents. The scanty information at school was hardly informative.

     Only recently had his erections begun discharging a clear fluid. A
ritual had developed. He took one finger, wet it with the transparent
liquid from his piss slit and then rubbed it all over the glans until it
was moist. Next he took the same finger and circled it around the highly
ridged corona of his circumcised penis. Then he twisted the palm of his
hand slowly over the wet glans, back and forth. This caused him to draw a
sharp intake of breath at the very pleasurable feelings. Nothing had ever
felt so good as when his hand became wet with his semen. And here he was,
engrossed in touching that dirty thing he used to piss. It did not make
sense to him. How could this be?

     He had been manipulating himself for years before he had his first dry
orgasm. He definitely remembered it clearly. The sensations had become
increasingly addictive and he began playing for longer periods of time. He
never wanted them to stop. Touching himself felt much better than when he
rubbed his belly against the bed, his hard cock imprisoned between his body
and the mattress. He licked the palm of his right hand and he twisted it
over the circumcised glans while alternately splaying his fingers over the
sensitive area where the frenulum had been. This began to feel better and
better, until one day, an ache began deep within his groin.

     At first he thought he had to pee but this pressure felt different. It
was an expectant feeling, as if something was about to happen. He sped up
his ministrations instinctively and soon his flat young belly was
heaving. With one final contraction of his abdominal muscles, his entire
body went taut. Mikey's legs straightened and the muscles stiffened. His
toes curled and clenched. His back arched and his head tipped back as he
squeezed his eyelids shut. His mouth gaped open and the pleasure he felt
caused him to emit a high pitched whine. The intensity of the feeling
startled him. He bent his left leg and with his left foot flat on the bed,
he lifted himself up with all of his muscles flexing, until his buttocks
were suspended in the air. It was as if he was trying to escape the
overwhelming waves of pleasure. The cries continued to be wrenched
involuntarily from his throat and they were soon replaced by ragged
breathing and sighs of relief.

     In a flash of insight, he realized this was what the older boys at
school called "jerking off" and "cumming." It was a revelation to Mikey. He
could not believe the serious pleasure he had experienced. In an instant,
he also knew this was a life changing moment.

     As time went on, he improved his technique and masturbated at every
opportunity. He began to notice and savor the sight of other boys' dicks in
the gym locker room. He even thought about touching these cocks and, in
shame, he imagined kissing them and even putting those dirty things into
his mouth. He told no one about these desires because they made him feel
embarrassed, ashamed and isolated. But he also felt the incessant tug of
these cravings and the need to fulfill and satisfy them.

     Now here was Gramps alone with him in the bathroom, ordering him to
suck his cock and about to make one of Mikey's fantasies become a reality.