Date: Mon, 03 Sep 2012 21:39:47 -0700 From: Karl Subject: My Obsession Pt3 Thanks for all the encouraging letters you all have sent. Before I begin I have to start with some warnings. Warning: If you are under 18, don't read this. Warning: If you are over 18 but are thinking of doing it with someone UNDER 18, don't read this. (Unless of course you live in one of those wonderful countries that says decisions are between himself and his 16 yo friend.) Warning: DON'T hurt the boy in the next room or down the street. Some of you asked about some of the other stories I've written. Look for "Daddy's Bath" in Gay/Incest and "My New Friend", "The Family Camping Trip" and of course, this one in Gay/Adult-Youth. And now a word from our friends at NIFTY. The economy has hit all of us. Thank god for Nifty and their ability to provide no-cost entertainment. Simply go to: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html It's pretty easy and they take credit cards. Now on to more adventures with Stevie. **************************************** My Obsession - Part3 I woke up a little later and the TV was on a different cartoon. I heard mommy and Mr. Costellano talking and wondered what they were saying. As I walked to the door I realized my weiner was hard. I put my hand down my pants and was just touching it, then I remembered what daddy said. I quickly pulled my hand out of my pants so mommy wouldn't see but Mr. Costellano saw me. I smiled at him because he understood boy things. He smiled like he was nervous. He quickly took the check from my mommy and headed out toward his van. "Well, that was certainly odd," mommy said closing the door. "What was 'odd' mommy," I asked. "We were talking about him doing some work for Helen down the street and he suddenly had to leave. He didn't even ask for her number," she said walking to the counter. She shrugged and said, "Well Mr. Sleepyhead, are you ready for lunch?" I nodded because I was hungry. Even though I drank some of the grape Kool-aid I still could taste the white stuff Mr. Costellano made in my mouth. I couldn't quite figure out what it was that I liked but it made my tummy warm. "Well, Mr. Costellano said that you were a good helper," my mommy said setting down my peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I smiled with my first big bite of sandwich in my mouth and started to tell mommy that 'I didn't want to be a plumber 'cause you got wet' but my mouth was full and it just sounded like "mffm mffmf mmfmmf". She laughed and said, "Don't talk with your mouth full." As she headed toward the bedroom she said, "Daddy has to work late so it's just gonna be us tonight." I was heart broken. Daddy said we would talk about boy stuff tonight. Then I didn't feel so hungry. We ate dinner but I was sad 'cause daddy wasn't there. Mommy said, "You sure are quiet. Are you okay?" I nodded and finished my chicken fingers. The next morning I woke up and could feel my weiner all hard and stuff. I rubbed it back and forth the way daddy did it. It felt good but I had to pee. I hurried and got up and ran into the bathroom but daddy wasn't there. I walked down the hall and mommy and daddy's bed was empty. I ran to the kitchen where I could here mommy cooking. But when I got there daddy wasn't there. "Where's daddy?", I asked disappointedly. "Honey, daddy has a lot of work to do right now. He didn't get home until very late and had to get up early and go and work some more," she said sensing my disappointment. "Why does he have to work so much," I whined. "Well, daddy makes money so we can live in our nice house and eat good food," she explained. "Now go get some clothes on. Sammy is outside playing." I went to my room and put on some play clothes. Mommy didn't wash my favorite shirt yet that I got dirty two days ago so I had to put on my second favorite shirt. It had picture of Spiderman on it but it was getting rubbed off. I went out side and Sammy was sitting with one of his cars and pushing it down a big piece of wood. When he saw me he smiled. "I'm glad you're home. We had to go to my nana's yesterday. I was so bored!", he said rolling his eyes. "I hate going over there. My grandpa broke his leg and has to stay in bed, so I had to keep him company while my mommy helped nana clean the house and stuff," he said. But then he lowered his voice and said, "Did you ever see a grown-ups weiner?" Now he had my attention. I nodded and said, "I see my dad naked all the time." "Really? My daddy always has clothes on. Once I walked into the bathroom while he was peeing and he got real mad and yelled at me," he sulked. "Anyway, while I was there grandpa woke up from a nap and I was in his room watching TV. He told me he had to go pee and I said 'You want me to get nana?'," he said continuing his story. 'There's no reason to get your nana. There's a thing I use under the bed,' my grandpa said pointing under the bed. I looked under the bed and there was a weird pan that had a hole in it. I handed it to him and he reached into his boxer shorts and took out his weiner," he said lowering his voice even more. Then he sat down cross legged and I sat next to him. I said, "Did you see it?" "Duh!", he said rolling his eyes. "And it was HUGE," he said excitedly. I could feel my tummy start to fill with butterflies. "Then he took it and stuck it in a hole in the pan and peed in it," he said crinkling his nose. "Did you touch it?", I asked with enthusiasm. "No way!", he said quickly. Then he hesitently said, "Why? Would you touch it if it was your grandpa?" "Yeah," I said unembarassedly. "I like it when they get big and hard." "What do you mean 'get big'?", Sammy asked. "When daddies and grandpas pull on their weiners they get big and hard. My daddy's gets really big," I said with authority. "You saw it big?", Sammy said, his eyes getting really big. "Did you touch it?" "No. Daddy didn't let me...but I want to," I said thinking about daddy watching the naked movie. "Doesn't yours get hard. You know, like in the morning when you gotta pee?" "I guess," he said. I could tell he was thinking about it. "I wanna see a daddy make his big and hard," Sammy said. "Then, when it gets big they pull on it. When they pull on it a lot it squirts out white stuff," I said sharing my new found knowlege. "I tasted it and it tasted salty," I continued excitedly. "Tasted it?", he asked. "You mean you put your mouth on it?", he said in an unbelieving tone. "Yeah. Daddies and older boys like it a lot. Wanna know a secret? But you gotta promise not to tell anyone," I said in a whisper. "I promise," he said crossing his heart. "I sucked on Mr. Costellano's weiner," I said quickly. "Who?" "The plumber who fixed the pipe in the basement. I was helping him and he let me lick his weiner. It wasn't as big as my daddy's but it was really fat," I continued. "His suit got wet and he had to unzip it. So I pushed on his weiner and it got hard. Then I took it out of his underwear and sucked on it 'til it made the white stuff," I explained. Sammy was breating a little harder. I could see that his weiner was getting hard. "Wanna see what it feels like?", I said looking down at his crotch. "You wanna put my pee pee in your mouth?", Sammy said skeptically. "Yeah, and then you have to put mine in your mouth," I explained. "I don't know. What does it taste like?", he said, not sure if he wanted to follow through with it. "It's like sucking your thumb. It doesn't taste like anything. But I think it feels really good," I said thinking about the look on Henry and Mr. Costellano's faces. "Where would we do it?", Sammy asked. "Let's go over by the side of our house. My mommy can't see us there," I said pointing to the back yard of our house. "I don't know," Sammy said reluctantly. "C'mon. I wanna see what it feels like when someone puts their mouth on my weiner," I prodded. "Plus you'll know what it feels like too. I think it feels really good." "Okay...but if I don't wanna do it for very long, you won't make me. Okay?", he said meekly. "Okay, Okay. If you don't want to do it for very long we don't have too," I said standing. Sammy stood up too and we looked around to see if anyone was watching. The coast was clear. We headed to the back of the house and stepped between two bushes. I got down on my knees in front of Sammy and pulled his pants down in front. He had on the kind that didn't zip up. They just stretched out so it was easy. I'm not really sure what I was expecting but it was a lot smaller than I thought it would be. Mine was probably two times bigger than his. It was soft again and Sammy kept looking around to make sure no one saw us. I leaned forward and put it in my mouth. Sammy sucked in his breath as my tongue took his weiner in my mouth. I noticed I could put his balls in my mouth too. I sucked on it and it got really hard really fast. As I was working on it he put his hands on my head and just started to move his hips back and forth like grammy's dog on mommy's leg sometimes. I stopped and sat back. He looked down at me. "Why did you stop?", he asked a little breathlessly. "Now you have to do me," I said standing up. He looked at me like he still wasn't sure about it. "C'mon. You have to do it a little bit," I said firmly. "Okay," he said getting down on his knees. I quickly pulled down the front of my shorts. I was rock hard and my full 2". Sammy looked up at me and said, "Yours is really big." I just nodded and said, "You should see my daddy's." He leaned forward and licked the tip. It felt pretty good but I didn't understand why grown-ups liked it so much. Then Sammy leaned forward and put his mouth all around it. My knees went weak. It felt really good. He started moving back and forth but his teeth scratched my weiner. I pulled back. "You have to put your lips over your teeth like I did," I explained. "Otherwise your teeth scratch me." He nodded and moved forward again. This time he covered his teeth and started the motion again. It felt sooo good. I noticed that my hips started moving back and forth like Sammy's did. Pretty soon I was pushing as much as I could into Sammy's mouth and he was trying really hard to suck more in. He really liked doing it too. "Stop! Stop!", I yelled. "I'm gonna pee." Sammy quickly pulled off and stood up. He'd had his hand wrapped around his own weiner while he was sucking on mine. When he stood up he stumbled backwards and out of our hiding place. The front of his shorts were down. He quickly crawled back into the bush pulling up his shorts. I was breathing hard and barely able to stand. Sammy was still on the ground looking up at me. I looked down at him and saw my weiner was shiny like daddy's after he and mommy had sex. Then we heard Sammy's mother call. I quickly pulled up my shorts and we both ran out of the bushes. We were just turning the corner when Sammy's mommy came around the corner. "There you boys are," she said giving us a suspicious eye. "What were you two up too?" "Nothin'. We were just looking for something," I blurted unconvincingly. She looked at us again but didn't say anything. "Sammy, you need to go and change," she said changing her focus. "Nana and grandpa need our help again. We need to go over there. Sammy, still flushed with the rush of being caught and our activities just said, "Okay." Then he ran into the house. His mommy looked at me again but then started back to her house. My mommy leaned out the back porch door and said to Sammy's mommy, "Hi Carol. How's your dad doing?" Sammy's mommy walked over to the porch where my mommy was. Oh my gosh. Was she going to say something to my mommy? I quickly ran over. "Hi Annie. Oh he's doing okay. His leg is still bothering him so he's not able to get up and around yet. Mom's doing her best but you know how it goes with parents as they get older," she said. "Oh please. How old is your dad? 55? He's not that old," Mommy said with a little giggle. "I guess," Sammy's mommy said with a little laugh herself. "It's just weird because he's in bed. He's usually so active." "Well, I hope he feels better. Tell them I said 'Hi'," mommy said. "Will do," Sammy's mommy said heading back to their house. Mommy went back into the house and I just stayed out side and played on the swing set a little while. Then it started to get really hot so I went inside. "Do you want something to eat?", mommy said from the kitchen? "Okay," I said and went into the bathroom. I pulled my shorts down to pee and realized that my weiner was still a little sticky from Sammy having his mouth on it. It was so weird that I felt like I had to pee but then, when he stopped I didn't have to anymore. I thought about it as I watched the yellow stream hit the side of the bowl. The rest of the day I just watched TV and played video games until it was time for supper. Daddy didn't come home again. I was thinking less about boy stuff and more about how much I missed him. I went to bed and fell asleep. I was asleep for a while but woke up when I heard someone come into the room. It was daddy. I was so excited he was home. He sat on the edge of the bed and gave me a kiss on the forehead. "How ya doin' champ?", he said with a smile in his voice, but I could tell he was tired. "I miss you daddy," I said feeling happy and sad at the same time. "I miss you too kiddo. Mommy told me you were sad so I thought I'd come in and just let you know I've been working a lot. I probably have to work a lot for the next couple of weeks so I'll just be able to come in and give you a kiss goodnight, but I don't want you to be sad. Okay?", he said standing. But I grabbed his arm and made him bend down and give me another hug. "Okay daddy," I said. I could feel my eyes start to burn. "I'll be good." "Good boy," he said standing again. "Now daddy's got to eat his dinner and go to bed too." "Okay daddy," I said, not wanting him to go. "Night night," he said and left the room. I laid in bed and felt like crying but I knew I had to be a good boy for mommy. Soon I'd fallen asleep again. The next few days were boring. Sammy and his mommy stayed over at his nana and grandpa's house. I just played video games and played with the baseball daddy bought me. I was wishing he was there so we could play catch. While I was in the yard Sammy and his mommy drove up to their house. Sammy's mommy looked tired but Sammy saw me and was all excited. I saw him say something to his mommy and then come running over to me. "My mommy says I can only talk to you for a minute and then I have to help her," he said as he rushed over. I was glad to see him. It helped me not be lonely. "'member how we played that game the other day?", he said in a low voice. "Huh?", I said looking at him. "You know," he said leaning in closer, "Where we put our weiners in each others mouths." "Yeah," I said feeling my tummy start to tingle. "You know you asked me if I touched grandpa's weiner," he had a big smile on his face. I was beginning to understand where this was going. I nodded my head. "Alright Sammy. Come help mommy unload the car. You can talk to Stevie later," she yelled as she grabbed some things from the back of the car. "I'll tell you later," he said beaming. Darn. I wanted to hear about it now. What did he do with his grandpa? I wanted to run over and ask him but I knew his mommy would be mad so I just went back inside. "I see Carol and Sammy are back. I hope everything went well. I saw you talking to Sammy. How's he doing?", she said asking me too many questions. "He said they're busy and he had to help his mommy," I said in an overwhelmed tone. "Oh, okay. Well, it's almost dinner time anyway. Why don't you go get washed up," she said turning back to the sink. I headed down the hall to the bathroom thinking about what Sammy had said. Did his grandpa let him touch him? Did his grandpa let him do more? I wanted to know so bad I could hardly stand it. I washed my hands and could feel my own weiner. It was hard. I knew mommy was in the kitchen so I went to my room and closed the door. Mommy didn't like it when I did that, but I had to touch my weiner. It needed to not be in my shorts. I closed the door and stood on the other side of it. I pulled my shorts down around my knees and it felt good just to have the cool air conditioning on my skin. I looked down at how hard it was. I moved the skin back so that the pink tip was exposed to the cool air. It felt so good. I moved the skin back and forth. I felt all tingly. Then I heard mommy call my name from the kitchen so I quickly pulled up my shorts and went into the kitchen. We always ate in the kitchen when daddy wasn't home. Mommy started talking about how school was going to be starting in another week and how I'll meet lots of boys and girls my own age. "It'll be fun. You know how when we go to the park. You like to play with the kids there don't you?," she asked trying to cheer me up. "Yeah, I guess," I said reluctantly. "Well, it will be just like that," she said encouragingly. "But you won't be there?", I asked. "No honey. That's where you go by yourself. Of course daddy or I will take you, but there's nothing to be afraid of," she said with a bright smile. I just sat and ate my dinner thinking about school. It sounded scary. Maybe daddy wouldn't make me go. If only I could talk to him. That night when daddy came in to say goodnight I was waiting for him. "Daddy, do I have to go to school?," I begged. "Sport, you'll have fun. Everybody has to go to school. You know how daddy has to go to work," he asked. I nodded my head but could feel my lower lip sticking out. "Well, that's what little boys have to do. That's 'their' job," he said. "So, when mommy takes you to school you're going to be a good boy and behave, right?" I nodded again. "Good boy," he said as he leaned over and kissed the top of my head. "Now go to sleep. Maybe if things slow down at work I can go with you and mommy." "You promise," I said brightening up. "I promise I'll try," he said and walked out the door. When I woke up the next morning I felt a little better. I got out of bed and noticed that my weiner was always hard in the morning now. I tried to mash it down so mommy wouldn't see but it kept popping up. I walked down the hall to the kitchen in my underwear. When I got there I had the best surprise. Daddy was sitting there drinking coffee. "Yaaaaay!", I screamed jumping into his arms. He laughed and grabbed me and put me on his lap. I snuggled into him and never wanted him to leave again. Then I don't know why I just started crying. He held me close and just rocked me. Pretty soon I stopped crying and daddy started tickling me and made me start laughing. "Hey buddy. I know it's been tough around here for you. It's been hard for mommy too, but I promise, it's not forever. Pretty soon daddy's work will be back to regular hours," he said as he sat me down in my chair. Mommy brought me cereal and I felt really good. Mommy was there and Daddy was there and I was there. It felt really good. Daddy left for work and mommy seemed in a good mood too. I was just finishing my cereal when mommy was looking out the window and said, "Hi Carol. Tell Sammy that Stevie will be out in a second." Then I remembered. I couldn't get dressed fast enough. I hurried up and put on my shorts and tshirt. I didn't even put socks on when I got my shoes on. Sammy was sitting pretending to play with his car but he kept looking up at the door waiting for me to come out. As I flew out the door Sammy stood up. "Let's go sit on the swingset," he said as he pulled me in that direction. I realized that it was also the furthest place to play away from the house. We each sat down on a swing and Sammy leaned down and started telling me the story. He started: ----------------------------------------- We got to my nana and grandpa's and it was almost supper time so it was kinda boring. We watched TV about a lady detective. I had to sleep with mommy 'cause grandma was in the guest bedroom 'cause grandpa took up the whole bed in their bedroom so mommy and I slept in her old room. I woke up in the morning and went into the kitchen but mommy and nana were gone. I yelled for them but they didn't answer. "They went out to grocery store and to get my prescriptions. They're going to be gone for the morning. Your mother left you some cereal in a bowl. Just poor the milk in," grandpa yelled from the other room. I went in and he was watching some sports show. "Hi grandpa," I said from the doorway. "What ya doin'?" "Just watching TV. If you want you can bring your cereal in here and I'll put on something we can both watch," he said grabbing the remote. I went into the kitchen and got my cereal and went into grandpa's room. I sat down in the chair next to his bed and we watched a show about a family that moved to Africa. I finished my cereal and heard grandpa snoring. I decided I wanted to see grandpa's weiner again. I put down my bowl and sneaked over to the side of the bed. He had his legs spread because he said the cast was hot. I could see right up his boxer underwears. If I put my head close to the mattress I could see it. I was trying to get a closer look I noticed grandpa stopped snoring. I looked up and grandpa was looking at me. "What are you doing?", he asked a little confused. "Nothin'," I said and quickly pulled away. He kept looking at me but didn't say anything else. "Why don't you put your bowl away," he said tilting his head toward the bowl. I took my bowl into the kitchen and when I came back he had a sheet pulled over him. We sat and watched the rest of the show. Grandpa was real quiet though. I was a little scared he was mad at me. We heard the front door open and mommy and nana came in. "Sammy, come help us with this stuff," mommy yelled from the other room. Grandpa looked at me, grinned and said, "Scoot. Before she gets mad." I felt better and went and helped mommy. After we got everything put away nana took a pill bottle and took a pill out. She handed it to me with a glass of water, "Take this into grandpa for me honey. Then we'll eat lunch." I took the pill into the bedroom and grandpa had the sheet off him again. "Nana said you should take this," I said handing him the pill and the glass of water. He grumbled something but took it. "I have to pee Sammy. Hand me the pan under the bed," he said pointing down. I reached down under the bed and got the pan. After what happened earlier I thought maybe I should leave but grandpa stopped me. "Where are you going? I'll need you to empty this when I'm done," he said. I stepped back toward the bed and he pulled down his shorts this time. I could see all of his weiner and his balls. He had lots of hair down there. He held the pan by his weiner and he stuck it in the hole again. I watched as the pee ran into the bowl. I just stood and stared. He peed a lot. He pulled the pan away and I just looked at how big his weiner was. He shook it a couple of times over the pan but didn't put it away at first. "Is everything okay in there," Nana shouted from the kitchen. Grandpa and I both jumped. "Everything's fine," grandpa shouted back. He pulled his shorts back up and said, "Why don't you let grandma empty this." I just nodded and took it from him. I walked back into the kitchen with the bed pan and nana said, "Oh my gosh. No wonder it took you so long. Thank you for doing that for me. Just take it into the bathroom and dump it in the toilet." I took the pan and dumped it into the toilet and when I was dumping it I noticed one of grandpa's hairs on it. I took it off and felt it. It was kinda hard and curly. I rolled it in my fingers a couple of times. "What are you doing? Flush that," it was mommy and she was looking at me with a yucky face, "and wash your hands good." I tried to throw it into the toilet. It was kinda weird 'cause it wouldn't come off my finger. Finally it went in the toilet. I washed my hands and started to take the pan but nana came in and said, "Here, I'll take that. You go eat." The next day when I got up mommy and nana were in the kitchen making breakfast. I went in and nana said, "Good morning sleepy head." I just smiled at her and she kissed me on the forehead. "Take this into grandpa for me okay?", she said handing me a tray with a plate and silverware on it. I juggled the tray and took it into grandpa. He was sitting in bed watching TV. "Hi grandpa," I said as I walked the tray over to him. "Thank you Sammy," he said taking the tray. As I helped him put it on his lap I noticed his weiner was hanging out of his shorts. I just looked at it. It looked so big. When I looked up at grandpa he just kept looking up at the TV so I looked down at it again. Then it moved a little. "Sammy, don't bother grandpa," mommy yelled from the kitchen. "Come eat your breakfast." I looked up at grandpa again and he just smiled and said, "Better go eat your breakfast." I sat and ate my breakfast. I heard nana and grandpa talking. Mommy said I was being a good boy and that she was very proud of me. "I know you'd rather be home playing with Stevie but nana and grandpa really need us here," she said in a low voice. "I like it here," I assured her. She looked a little surprised. "I'm glad. Daddy's has to work so you see why I couldn't leave you at home. So I'm glad you're not too bored." I just smiled and had another big mouthful of pancake. When I finished mommy started to take my plate but I took it before she could and I walked it over to the sink. She smiled at me. When nana came back into the kitchen she looked at mommy and said, "Your father wants me to get him some new t-shirts. He said he needs them a little bigger. He won't wear pajamas. He insists on laying around in a t-shirt and boxers. Plus I'm constantly having to remind him that, while god was good to him, not everyone wants to see it." "Oh mom," mommy said laughing. Nana just laughed and looked over at me. "Do you mind staying with grandpa in case he needs anything?" I shook my head no. "He probably won't be too much trouble anyway. I just gave him one of his pain pills. Those usually make him a little sleepy," nana said. Mommy and nana got ready and headed out the door. "You know mommy's cell phone number, so if anything happens, just call, okay?", mommy said. I just said 'okay' and mommy and nana kissed me and left. I watched them pull down the driveway. I went back to grandpa's room. He was watching TV but had the sheet pulled over him. I was a little disappointed but I sat down and watched the show. It was about a little girl and her family living in a cabin. After a while grandpa started snoring again. I looked over and the sheet wasn't completely on him. I wanted to look up his shorts again. I stood on the side of the bed and slowly pulled the sheet so that it would fall. When it fell though I was very surprised. He didn't have any underwear on at all. He had taken them off. It was then that I noticed them laying near the foot of the bed. I moved right to where his weiner was. I couldn't get a good look so I took my chair and moved it over to the bed so I could look closer. I made sure he was still asleep and got up on the edge of the bed. I leaned over and lightly touched it. Grandpa moved a little so I hurried up and got back on the chair but he didn't wake up. When I was sure he was asleep I got back on the bed again. This time I picked it up. It seemed heavy. I lifted it and again grandpa moved but he didn't wake up. Nana said his pill made him tired so I was kinda sure he would stay asleep. It was kinda spongy. I couldn't wrap my hand around it 'cause it was so big. Pretty soon it started to get bigger like you said. It was getting really hard. I was amazed how fast it got big. I wasn't sure what to do so I decided to do what you showed me how to do. I leaned down and put the end in my mouth. Grandpa jumped when I did it. I hurried and got off the bed but grandpa still had his eyes closed. When I looked back at his weiner it was giant. I put it next to my arm and it was almost as big as from my elbow to my hand. I climbed back on the bed and put as much of the end of it as I could in my mouth. I tried to move my head on it but it was too big. I could taste something salty. I pulled away and there was a string of slobber that went from my mouth to granpa's weiner. There was sticky stuff on it. I licked it off again but more came out. I tried to put my mouth on it but my mouth just wasn't big enough. "Just suck on the top." I practically jumped off the bed. I looked up and grandpa was looking down at me. "Are you gonna make the white stuff?", I asked with a hope. He spyed me suspiciously and asked, "How do you know about that?" "My friend told me," I said, but I didn't say who. "That white stuff is called cum or sperm," he said. He sounded a little funny. "I want you to keep putting your mouth on the end like you were doing. I'm gonna jack off and I want you to swallow it all," he said with a really low voice. "What?", I said. "I'm gonna make cum by pulling my cock. Just keep your mouth on the end. If you're a good little cum slut you'll drink it all," he growled. "Now put your fuckin' mouth over the end." I was a little scared but excited so I did as I was told. I wanted to be a good cum slut like grandpa wanted. I put my mouth over the end of his weiner and he started moving his hand up and down while it was in my mouth. Then I felt his other hand move to the back of my head. He started going faster and faster. My mouth was getting a little sore from stretching so wide. Finally grandpa said, "Okay, be a good cum slut and drink it all down for grandpa. Here it comes." Before I knew what was happening my mouth was full of a warm liquid. At first I wanted to pull back because I thought it was pee but I remembered what grandpa said. My eyes watered as I swallowed and swallowed. Only a little bit came down the side of my mouth. Finally grandpa stopped moving. He looked down at me and said, "God that felt good." I looked up at him and swallowed the rest of it, then wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. "Looks like you missed a little," he said looking down at his weiner. He took his finger and scooped it off and stuck it up to my mouth. "Now lick it all up. Be a good little cum slut." I licked it off his finger. He stared at me the whole time with a weird smile on his face. "Take your shorts off," he said. He sounded a lot nicer but still sounded serious. I took them off and was sitting in my t-shirt and nothing else. "Come up here so grandpa can suck on your dick," he said. He laid back so that only his head was up. I crawled up and sat so that I had a leg on either side of his head. My weiner was right over his mouth. He licked it and it got hard right away. "Okay. Let's make you feel good too," he said and grabbed my butt. He started moving my weiner in and out of his mouth. It felt really good. Then I started to feel really funny. "Grandpa stop. I'm gonna pee," I pleaded, but grandpa kept sucking and pulling my weiner into his mouth. Then something happened. I felt my whole body start to shake and I felt like I was gonna faint. I fell forward right onto grandpa. I laid there heaving. After I stopped shaking grandpa lifted me off of him. "Did that feel good Sammy?", he asked with a smile. "Uh huh," I said out of breath. "Well, you did real good. Now let's make sure your mommy and nana don't find out about our game, okay?" "Can we play again while I'm here?", I asked all excited. "Yes, we can play again as many times as you want," he assured me. "But remember, it's our secret game, okay?" I nodded. "Okay, why don't you put your shorts on and get me a beer. Your nana doesn't like me drinking 'em, but nana's not here," he said with a smile. I ran in and got him a beer. He reached into the drawer next to his bed and took out a pill. He swallowed it with a big gulp of beer. I remembered it was pill that nana said made grandpa sleepy. He took another big drink and handed me the bottle. "Dump the rest of that out and put the bottle in the trash can outside, okay? I don't want nana to know I drank it," he said. "Grandpa, how come you didn't take your pill when nana was here?", I asked looking at the bottle. "Oh, they make me tired and I wanted to see if you wanted to play the game," he smiled and gave me a wink. "Now get. I need to take a nap." I ran the bottle to the trash can outside. When I got back grandpa was already sleeping so I watched TV. I took the remote control off his bed and watched cartoons. ---------------------- Sammy sat back and looked at me smiling. "Did you play again?", I asked. "Almost every day," he said with a grin. "Wow," I said with envy. "I wish I could do that too." He said now he wants to go to grandpas more. Now I really wanted to talk to daddy about boy things. ********************************** If you like my stories and want to share some of your own please feel free to email me at karlsfriend@gmail.com. Also, please remember, Nifty.org needs our support. Also, please remember, do not send any pictures that may be questionable as to the age of the photographee. While I'm pretty sure most of you know this I think it needs to be said.