Date: Sun, 14 Dec 2008 07:14:52 EST
From: INSILVA92@aol.com
Subject: Grant's Comeuppance part one

GRANT'S COMEUPPANCE. Part  one.

This is a homosexual fantasy involving sex between men and  boys. If it is
illegal for you to read it for any reason please leave now.  Because it is a
fantasy the sex will be unprotected. In real life please  practise safe sex.

GRANT'S  STORY.
Hi I'm Grant, at the time of this  story I had turned 14 the week previously.
I lived with my parents in an old  three storey Victorian house willed to me,
and held in trust by my Dad, by his  bachelor Uncle Albert who died of a
heart attack two years ago during a holiday  in Thailand; he  went there on
holidays a lot. Uncle Albert was 82, but he didn't look it; I  think Dad was his
nearest surviving relative. From when I was 8 we used to visit  Uncle Albert
every couple of weeks to see if he needed anything, he'd had to  give up driving
so my parents did his big shop for him. Usually it was just Mom  and I; Dad was
away a lot, he was a travelling Rep.
Uncle used to have me sit at his  feet on a stool and he'd tell me stories of
when he was in the Merchant Navy and  the countries he'd visited. He was a
big, handsome man and although he had loads  of tattoos, he was always clean and
tidy and faintly smelt of Old Spice, tobacco  and liquorice. I liked him a
lot, not just because he gave me pocket money, but  because he was nice to me
and never talked down to me. I'd always preferred  being around men and I'd
thought, no known, I was gay since I was little; even  though I didn't really
know what it entailed.
Mom and Dad would leave me with  Uncle while they went and did his shopping.
He liked me to call him Uncle and he  called me his "Sweet Little Baby" while
we were alone, I liked that. From when I  was about 9 when my parents or my
Mom left to do his shopping he'd get me to sit  on his lap with my back against
his chest. Uncle would put his strong arms  around me and hug me; and then he
used to play me up and tickle me. I could feel  a long hard lump as I
squirmed about in his lap; I never thought much about it  until I was 10 or so. Then
I realised it must be his cock and I used to shiver  with pleasure when I felt
it pulse between my buttocks; it felt huge and I  wondered what it looked
like. Shortly after I realised I was sitting on Uncle's  hard cock, after he'd
tickled me for a while, he started nuzzling into my neck  then kissing it. I
liked that too, it made me feel funny, but nice funny, inside  and I used to ask
Uncle to keep doing it. Then one day, while he was kissing my  neck, he
pushed his big strong hands under my T-shirt and ran them all over my  upper body
making my cock tingle. Uncle Albert liked stroking my naked thighs  too; I
nearly always wore shorts, and the feel of his big, still strong, hands  running
up and down my naked flesh sent even more shivers of pleasure through my  young
body.
>From the age of 10, I was a late  developer; I used to get an obvious
erection when we were playing about, usually  causing a precum stain on my shorts.
But although I caught Uncle looking at my  erection and smiling to himself he
never actually mentioned it; he just tickled  me harder so that I squirmed about
on his lump more before running his hands all  over my upper body. Sometimes
he'd have to slip his hands under my buttocks and  lift me up and place me
back in a different position with his lump between my  bottom cheeks. He always
fondled my buttocks through my shorts when he did that  and that sent tingles
through my body and my stiff little cock too. As soon as  we heard my parents
coming in I'd get off his lap and sit back on the stool, and  Uncle would put a
finger to his lips while winking at me. He never had to tell  me not to say
anything to Mom and Dad; I automatically knew that what happened  between us
was our secret and not to be shared with anyone. I started wearing  very baggy
shorts for our visits to Uncle so he had easier access to my legs. I  stopped
wearing my Jockeys too; and I usually had to put my hands in my pockets  to
hide my erection from my parents.
The last time I'd seen him, I'd  just had my twelfth birthday, he'd actually
run his hands up under my shorts  until his fingers were almost touching my
balls, then he stopped. I stopped  breathing and trembled in anticipation.
Uncle whispered into my ear if I was  alright. I couldn't answer; I'd just nodded
my head furiously. He moved his  hands around onto my naked buttocks and
squeezed them for a while, that felt  nice, before bringing them back to the tops
of my thighs. He pushed his fingers  further up my thighs and actually touched
and fondled my balls. It thrilled me  so much and caused my little cock to
jump about; and I'd very nearly cum there  and then. Then he put two fingers
around my cockshaft and squeezed it as he  moved his fingers up and down my rigid
little cock. It felt so good and made me  go tingly all over, and I'd been so
tempted to feel his lump in return but my  Mom came back and Uncle had to
remove his hand. I'd never felt so totally  frustrated.
Don't ask me how, but I just knew  that Uncle wanted to put his cock up my
bottomhole, and I wanted him to do it  too even though his cock seemed so big.
Uncle was going to  Thailand on  holiday the next week and he promised me that
he'd have a special present for me  when he got back. Then, when my Mom was in
the kitchen unpacking, Dad was away  again, Uncle winked at me. He put a
finger to his lips and motioned me over. I  stood between his legs and he pushed
his hands down the back of my shorts and  fondled my naked bottom again causing
me to shiver with excitement and my stiff  cock to leak precum. Then he
outlined his lump in his trousers. I gulped, it  looked huge, and I went bright red
and my little cock jerked in anticipation. We  heard my Mom coming back from
the kitchen so I quickly sat back on the  stool.
Needless to say when I found out  about wanking, I was ten and a bit, the
first thing I'd do when we got home  after visiting Uncle was run up to my
bathroom and toss myself off remembering  the feel of Uncle Albert's hands on my
thighs and the pulsing of his big thick  cock against my bottom. I only had dry
orgasms, which I really enjoyed, until I  was 11 ¾, and then I started
spunking, which was even better. The first time I  came I scooped my watery boycum up
off my belly and ate it. I loved the taste  and ate all of my boycum that I
could.
Shortly after I'd realised that it  was Uncle's hard cock poking my bottom,
when I took a bath I used to poke a  finger up my bottomhole and wiggle it
about, it felt great. I soon graduated to  2 fingers then 3. Three fingers hurt
quite a bit when I pushed them up in one  go, but the eventual pleasure made
the pain worthwhile, and I found out that  smearing some Vaseline on my
bottomhole and fingers made it easier to insert  them. I used to stick them up my
bottomhole when I wanked off too; and it made  it a lot easier for me to
finger-fuck my bottomhole as I tossed myself off.  That made cumming, dry or wet, even
better; but it was awkward. I used to imagine that my fingers were Uncle's
big  cock fucking my bottomhole. Sometimes I'd get out of the bath with my
fingers  still up my bottomhole and wank off into the lavatory pan. Afterwards when
I'd  calmed down I'd get back in the bath, pull the plug, and shower myself
down.
When we moved into Uncle's house I  chose the large, en-suite bedroom on the
third floor. It had been my Uncle's  room and still contained Uncle's
furniture. The room was divided in two, the  bedroom area and a sitting room area
which included a desk in the large  bay-window. The only thing that was changed,
on my Mom's insistence, was the  mattress of the large four-poster bed.
Shortly after we'd moved in I was doing  my homework when a piece of paper dropped
behind the desk. As I retrieved the  paper I noticed something else behind the
desk. I pulled it out, it was a black,  squeezy, rubber thing about 6 inches
long and twice as thick as my cock with a  flat round base. It was a dildo of
course but I didn't know it was called that  until later, but I did know that I
wanted to try and put it in my bottomhole. I  went into my bathroom and
washed the dildo and dried it off. My cock was stiff  in anticipation as, homework
forgotten; I dropped my shorts and Jockeys and  stepped out of them. I greased
my bottomhole and the dildo and threw a bath  towel onto the floor and lay on
it on my side. Then I slowly worked the dildo  into my bottomhole; it went in
fairly easily with only a little pain. I started  to wank as I fucked my
bottomhole with the dildo which seemed to touch something  inside me that sent
shudders of pleasure through my young body. When I shot my  load it was the best
orgasm I'd ever had and I ate my biggest load of spunk to  date. So after that
I used the dildo every time I wanked  off.
I'd never had sex with anyone  before, even at school, but I just knew that I
wanted a man's cock up my bum  more than anything else in the world. I didn'
t really fancy boys my own age but  I hero worshipped my Gym Teacher who was a
dark haired, smooth skinned, 25 year  old Adonis. And I found myself very
attracted to my Games Master, who was in his  40s, but very fit, and hairy all
over. I was always trying to see them naked in  the locker room. I'd checked my
class mates' equipment out in the changing rooms  and showers like most boys
do, but I hadn't done anything about it. Lately that  was due to Terry who
lived a couple of houses away. He was in my class, but he  was so tall and
muscular people thought he was at least 18. When we'd moved into  Uncle's house I'd
had to change schools. The Sunday before my first day Terry's  Mom had invited
us around for tea. During the general conversation it came out  that Terry
was having trouble with his maths which was one of my strong subjects  and my
Mom asked me to help him. He showed me his homework and I showed him  where he
was going wrong. He said that I explained things much better than the  teacher
(which I later found out was correct).
So from that day on I helped him  out with his maths homework; I didn't do it
for him I just explained to him how  he should do it. He told me he hadn't
liked me when he'd first seen me because I  looked like a girl; but we became
firm friends. His Dad had a gym in the garage  that Terry used and he and his
Dad devised a work-out schedule for me that toned  my body up but didn't bulk up
my muscles. Terry, who was a bit of a bully,  looked after me at school, and
because I was good at soccer too I was soon  accepted by my peers. Early on I
made a vague pass at him, but he told me he  didn't go in for that, explaining
that he had an older girlfriend and he'd been  fucking her for a year. He
added that he didn't care what my sexuality was but,  so that I didn't get a bad
reputation at school which would reflect on him too,  he warned me not to do
things with my school mates; "never shit on your own  doorstep" was a phrase
he used. I'd hero-worshipped Terry almost from the first  time we met and didn'
t want to lose his friendship so I resigned myself to  solitary wanking. I'd
got no idea how to pick up a man; I missed my Uncle so  much. I knew that if
he hadn't have died he'd have taught me  everything.
Uncle Albert had been well-off;  he'd made a lot of money playing the stock
markets in the Far  East so Dad said. He'd left my sisters and my Mom and Dad
some  money; and as well as the house I'd get some money when I was 18. I have
a 21  year old sister at Uni and an 18 yr old sister who lives at home. When
my  parents told me that he'd died I was inconsolable for weeks. Not only
because I  would never see him again but also because I'd been hoping that he would
teach  me all about gay sex after what had happened the last time I'd seen
him.
The day my life changed was a  Friday and I was off school, I'd had a cold
all week but was better. Mom let me  stay at home for the last day before half-
term; I'd only be there for half a  day before school finished anyway. I'd
been out on my bike but nobody was about,  all my mates were still in school of
course, so I cycled home. I was bored so I  decided to go exploring in the
high, very large attic at the top of the house.  Dad was always talking about
clearing it out, but because he was a rep and spent  a lot of time away from home
he never seemed to find the time. He was away then  and wouldn't be back for
another week. I'd explored the attic loads of times  before, but I always
found something new or interesting amongst the furniture  and stuff stored up
there. There was an old chest that intrigued me, but it was  padlocked, so I
decided to try and open it. To make the job easier I pushed and  pulled it to get
it under a better light. As I stood up the floorboards creaked.  I looked down
and noticed a recessed metal ring; I pulled on it and a section of  the
floorboards came up revealing a hole. The floorboards were hinged so I  rested them
against the wall.
Inside the hole I found several  albums of photos which I pulled out. They
were entitled Cottage Delights and  numbered 1-40.  I quickly glanced  through a
few of them and found that they were all similar. The photos were in  sets of
twelve featuring individual boys with different men, and they roughly
followed the same pattern:
#1 showed individual boys around  my age coming out of a public toilet.
#2 showed the boys standing,  mostly in a room but a few were in a woodland
clearing; they were all naked and  they all had stiff cocks.
#3 showed different men stood  behind the boys tossing the boys' stiff cocks
and pinching their nipples or  squeezing their balls.
#4 showed the boys bent over with  their bums to the camera while the men
pulled their buttocks apart to expose  their bottomholes.
#5 showed the boys still bent over  and the men poking a finger or fingers
into the boys'  bottomholes.
#6 showed the boys knelt down  holding the men's stiff cocks and licking
their knobs which mainly glistened  with precum.
#7 showed the boys sucking the  men's stiff cocks.
#8 showed the boys in close-up  with spunk all over their faces and in some
photos spunk was in their hair too.  Most of the boys had their mouths open and
I could even see spunk on their  tongues. There seemed to be an awful lot of
spunk and I wondered if I'd ever cum  that much.
#9 showed the men sat in an  armchair, or on a fallen tree trunk in the
outdoor photos, and the boys, who  were facing the camera, were straddled above the
men's stiff cocks; the boys'  cocks were stiff too.
#10 showed the boys fully impaled  on the men's cocks and the men were
tossing the boys' stiff cocks. I could  hardly believe that such tiny bottomholes
could take such big cocks up them  without it causing the boys pain. Then I
remembered that I'd wanted Uncle's big  thick cock up my bottomhole too, no
matter how painful.
#11 showed the boys straddled over  the men's cocks again, most of which were
limp and had traces of spunk on them.  The boys' bottoms, cocks and bellies
were covered in spunk too; and once again  it seemed to be an awful lot of
spunk.
#12 showed the men stood up side  on and the boys were on their knees facing
the camera sucking the men's spunk  coated cocks clean. The boys' faces,
cocks and bodies were still covered in  spunk.
Some of the boys were grinning at  the camera and obviously enjoying their
experiences, but most of the boys had  forced smiles and a few looked as if they'
d been crying. Apart from the men  actually playing with the boys' cocks and
bumholes there were usually several  other men standing around playing with
their own stiff cocks and sometimes  holding the boys' legs and/or arms as the
boys straddled the main men's cocks,  and/or playing with the boys' nipples
and fondling their bodies. In all of the  photos all the men's heads were out of
camera shot.
There were 20 different boys in  each album. I recognised the room, it was
the attic, I could tell from the  paintings still on the walls and some of the
furniture. I thought that the  toilet, an old Victorian one, was one in the
nearby park. From the different  clothes I guessed that the photos spanned maybe
30 years and finished 10 years  ago. One of the men having sex with the boys
was in a lot of the photos and I  recognised him from the tattoos on his arm;
it was Uncle Albert! When the photos  were of a boy and a man and no one else
the man was always Uncle Albert, and  there didn't seem to be so much spunk in
those photos. In the first albums his  pubes were black and luxuriant, and
then two-thirds of the way through the  albums they changed to salt and pepper
and in the last three albums his pubes  had turned grey and wiry.
I could hardly breathe and my  little cock was as stiff as a poker and
leaking precum. I pulled off my T-shirt  and pushed my shorts down, I didn't wear
underpants if I could help it, I felt  sexier that way. I kicked my shorts away
and then, looking at a set of photos  from album #40 containing a pretty
dark-haired boy and my Uncle, I furiously  wanked my stiff little cock. I shot in
seconds, my watery boycum covering my  belly and my hand. I cleaned myself up
as best as I could, licking the spunk off  my hand as usual. My cock stayed as
stiff as it had been before I shot my load  and I started wanking it again and
shot a second load within minutes which I  cleaned up as before; and my cock
still stayed hard.
I flicked through some of the  photos again, the length and thickness of some
of the men's cocks, and some of  the boys' too, amazed me; they were so big!
My own cock was just about 4 inches  long and thin. And some of their balls
looked huge too compared to mine which  were bigger than most of the boys in my
class. Some cocks were circumcised,  especially in the earlier photos, but in
the later photos they were mostly  uncut. I looked at my Uncle's uncut cock
again, it was very thick and when his  foreskin was pulled back his knob was
flared and thicker than the cockshaft  which was heavily veined. I estimated
that Uncle's cock was about eight inches  long. Some of the men were very hairy,
some just normal hairy and some were  smooth. They looked to be aged 30 and
upwards, I guessed Uncle would have been  around 70 in album 40. Most of the men
in the earlier photos had lots of pubic  hair, but in the newest photos some
had trimmed or shaved their pubic hair.  Although some of the boys had a fair
amount of pubic hair nearly all the boys  only had a few pubic hairs and
several had no pubic hair at  all.
My Mom was due home in about 4  hours and I had to be home for her because an
hour after that she was driving up  to meet Dad in Liverpool, they were
spending the weekend  together for their Wedding Anniversary. My sister would be in
charge, but after  bribing me, I'd agreed to look after myself until Sunday
night so that she could  spend the weekend with her boyfriend. I decided that I'
d got time to go and  check out the park toilet so that I could go back there
tomorrow and maybe meet  a man to teach me about sex. I'd heard rumours at
school that men picked up boys  for sex in public toilets, but I hadn't had the
courage to test the rumours yet.  After closing the hole I put my T-shirt back
on, picked up my shorts and pulled  them up over my still stiff little cock
and slipped into my trainers.  I carried the albums down to my room and  hid
them in a cupboard where my Mom didn't go; it took me 4 trips. Then I  grabbed
album #40 and stuck it in my school bag and set off for the park, which
involved a ten minute walk to the bus stop and then a bus ride; and the bus  service
on that route was very unreliable. I had to hold my school bag in front  of
my cock to hide my erection and growing precum  stain.
Eventually I got to the park and  headed for the toilet, it was in a
neglected area of the park and it bordered on  a wood. Beyond the wood was a large
windowless factory wall, and the left of the  wood led to a river and the right
to the park fence. My little cock was still  stiff and by now there was a large
precum stain on the front of my fairly tight  shorts. I was gutted when I got
to the toilet, it was closed and all boarded up.  I got the album out and
checked if it was the right one, it was. Then I looked  closely at another of the
photos; in the photo, to the right of the toilet  amongst the trees, I could
just make out the figure of a man. A thought struck  me, was that the way to
the clearing in the photos? I went over and looked  through the undergrowth and
sure enough there was a faint path leading into the  woods. Album in hand I
set off down the path to my destiny.
End of part one.
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(mailto:INSILVA92@aol.com)  cheers Paul.
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