Date: Fri, 30 Dec 2022 03:39:36 -0500
From: Rod Rey <rodreywriter@gmail.com>
Subject: A Great-Grand Bond

      I looked like such a dork as I sat at the dining table in front of my
Super Mario birthday cake that coincided with the party
decorations. Because Mom babied me a lot for being the only son, I had to
wear a cone-shaped birthday hat strung over my head as my "final time of
being a child," now that I was a legal adult. (Her words, not mine.)

      At this point, I resented how boyish I looked at eighteen, what with
my baby face, scrawny build, and stunted growth at just five feet, unlike
the tall men in the family. I barely even had pubes, let alone any body
hair or even facial hair. A few curls down there, that was all, and it
didn't help that I was blond with light skin that made my pubes even less
noticeable.

      Great-Grandma pinched my freckled cheek with a wide smile. "Happy
twelfth birthday, Kenny!" Then, she looked confused. "Or is it thirteen?"

      Everyone but me burst into "harmless" laughter: Mom, my older
sisters, Grandma, Great-Grandma, and Great-Grandpa, along with neighbors
and other friends.

      My cheeks flushed hot, and my heart raced from the embarrassment. I
raised my head and lifted my thick glasses from sliding down my nose,
barely looking at everyone. "I'm eighteen, Great-Grandma, remember?" I said
in an overbite-caused lisp. Not that I was surprised. Even if she hadn't
been so forgetful at eighty, she wouldn't have thought eighteen just by
looking at me. No one did. I sounded younger, too, which was why I'd been
practicing on speaking in a deeper tone.

      At least I'd finally graduated high school last week. No more bullies
who mocked my nerd status and virginity. I didn't like what I saw in the
mirror, but what could I do?

      As everyone laughed again, I noticed that Great-Grandpa didn't, but
he wasn't as social as everyone else. He sat in a wheelchair because of a
recent sprained ankle from exercising, looking bored but also smiling at me
on occasion.

      Mom gave me a kiss on the head, leaned into my ear, and whispered,
"Thank you for agreeing to look after your great-grandpa for the summer."

      I gave her a nod and a weak smile.

      "Oh, Kenny, I know you really wanted to have a proper summer break
before starting college, but your great-grandma really needs to come with
us ladies to see family in Norway. It could be her last chance, you know?"

      I nodded quickly. "I get it."

      Mom smiled. "Your father and grandfather would've been so proud of
you, you know that?"

      I didn't want to think about the fatal boating accident
anymore. Great-Grandpa hadn't felt up to going with Dad and Grandpa after
being less social these years, sometimes grumpier than necessary. He was
lucky, and since he was fit for being eighty, he had a strong chance of
living life for a while longer.

***

      The next day, I waved goodbye at Mom, Grandma, and Great-Grandma as
they drove off. My sisters had left in a separate car. I closed the door
and decided to go check on Great-Grandpa. Since it was a hot summer day, I
wore just my swim trunks to swim in the pool out back. But I didn't want to
be neglectful now that Great-Grandpa was the only father figure I had
left. In some ways, I was lucky he'd had Grandpa at twenty, and Grandpa had
had Dad at twenty, and Dad had had me at twenty-two. It meant I was old
enough to have a bond with an actual great in the family, not that we had
much in common.

      Thankfully, Great-Grandpa's room was downstairs, right next to the
big kitchen that led out to the back patio. It made my job a lot easier.

      I reached his door, and as I was about to knock, I stopped and peeked
through the cracked door. My eyes widened at the most shocking thing I'd
ever seen. He was...masturbating? The TV on the dresser wasn't on, and I
didn't hear anything playing on his phone. It was quiet except for the AC
just turning on. How could I even enter at this point? He was fully naked,
too, which was awkward enough.

      My big boner started growing, and I was confused for the millionth
time. Since middle school, I'd been struggling with these unwanted thoughts
that gave me an erection, and it didn't help that I was above average
because it looked bigger with my small body.

      Great-Grandpa was pretty big himself, and since he was tall and thin,
it looked bigger. Eight inches, maybe? I was seven inches the last time I'd
measured myself, and I hoped it wouldn't grow any bigger. It wasn't so much
the length as it was the thick girth.

      His phone rang right next to him, and he sighed as if annoyed. He
grabbed it and put it on speakerphone. "Hello?" His tone was a bit grouchy.

      "Gary, are you all right?" It was Great-Grandma.

      "Yeah, I'm okay, I'm okay. When is Kenny coming over?"

      "Well...he should be there already. We said goodbye to him."

      "I've been in the bedroom all morning except to brush my teeth."

      "Oh, Gary, you shouldn't be walking with that ankle of yours. You
limp every time, and you could hurt yourself more. Make sure you remind
little Kenny that he's only twelve and isn't used to looking after his
elders."

      "I know, I know, but I can't be in bed all day either."

      "Okay, well, we're almost at the airport, so I have to let you
go. I'll talk to you as soon as I land in Norway."

      "All right, Martha. Bye, love."

      "Bye."

      Great-Grandpa ended the call and blew a big breath of
frustration. "Kenny?" he called loudly.

      I sneaked away and went back to the living room. "Yeah,
Great-Grandpa?"

      "I'm just making sure you're in the house!"

      "Yeah, I am!" But the big tent in my swim shorts wouldn't go away,
and now, I was leaking a lot of precum.

      "Could you come in here, please?"

      Huh? But...wasn't he still naked? I swallowed, then made my way back
with reluctance, my heart racing. As I opened the door, I poked my head in
but hid my stubborn boner. "You're naked, Great-Grandpa."

      "Oh, it's all right. Some nudity won't kill you. Could you grab me
swim trunks from the bottom drawer over there?" He pointed directly across
from the bed where the dresser was, the TV on the surface.

      "Okay, but...um..."

      "Oh, come on in, I'm no prude."

      I swallowed, my heart beating even faster. Then, I reluctantly
stepped inside, my big tent in plain view.

      Great-Grandpa lowered his gaze and chuckled. "Ah. I see now. You were
beating off like a little horndog. Those were the days."

      My face was probably tomato red by now, and I rushed to grab his swim
shorts from the bottom drawer and handed them to him, refusing to look
right at his big erection.

      He chuckled again, his blue eyes a lot more like mine in an uncanny
way. His blond hair was fully white now, and while he had a smooth body, he
still had plenty of white pubes from what I'd seen. "I wanted to go for a
swim, but I see you were planning to do the same. Except you might want to
take care of that first."

      I gave him a weak smile. "Sorry," I muttered.

      "Oh, don't be sorry, Kenny. It's a natural thing. I do it, too, as
you may have noticed."

      This was so awkward, and as aroused as I was, I couldn't shake off
this weird feeling. It wasn't every day I got to see a penis, let alone
Great-Grandpa's.

      "Any special girl these days that gets you all hot and bothered?"

      I shook my head. "No."

      "Why not? You're twelve now, aren't you?"

      "Um...I'm eighteen, Great-Grandpa."

      "Oh, right, right. You just look young. So, you especially should
have a girl on your mind."

      "Well...no one wants me. I'm not really attractive, so..."

      "Oh, nonsense, Kenny. Why, because of your overbite and glasses? Take
your glasses off. I want to see your face better."

      I swallowed but obeyed, still feeling confused about my boner still
leaking.

      "Yeah, you're more attractive than you think."

      I put my glasses back on and gave him a stronger smile. "Really?"

      "Of course you are." Then, Great-Grandpa looked at my boner again,
chuckling some more. "Looks like you're going to burst. I don't want any
floaties in my pool, so please, take care of it right now so that we can go
for a swim."

      I gave him a nod but still stood here. "Are you...going to...?"

      "Beat off? You bet I am. Between us, I've been celibate for about
twenty-five years. Your great-grandmother just got tired, and well, I've
always been too big for her comfort." Another chuckle.

      Somehow, as awkward as all this was, my arousal
intensified. "I've...never..."

      "You've never had sex?"

      I shook my head, feeling embarrassed.

      "Ah, well. You're still young. But it's probably about that time you
start experimenting. And no judgments here, okay? Whatever floats your
boat, right?"

      I lowered my eyebrows. "I don't know what you mean by that."

      "Well, Kenny? I just mean that if you get the chance to do something
you've always wanted to do, then do it. Lord knows I missed out on a great
deal of experiences after marrying so young."

      I really didn't know what Great-Grandpa was talking about, except
maybe just sex with a girl. But then again, what experiences had he missed
out on when he'd gotten the life he'd most likely wanted?

      "Come closer," he said with a smile, his hand motioning a little
quicker.

      I reluctantly obeyed and tried hard to fight the awkwardness, my hand
stroking and stopping, stroking and stopping. I lifted my glasses from
sliding.

      "Are you open-minded?" For some reason, Great-Grandpa's tone was
softer and...hornier?

      I blushed. Was I open-minded? I thought I was, but as a virgin who
had never been kissed, I wouldn't really know the answer to that. Maybe? "I
don't have any experience to know that."

      Great-Grandpa continued stroking his big penis that overflowed with
precum. "Well, Kenny? The only way to know is by doing. How much are you
willing to learn before being stuck in a lifelong marriage? Because you're
young now, and I'd hate to see you waste any and all opportunities."

      Great-Grandpa was wise, and I trusted that he knew what he was
saying. A big part of me wanted to experiment in any way I could. Another
part of me realized that it wasn't possible as long as no one wanted me. "I
guess I'm open to anything, but how would I get lucky?"

      "Well, Kenny? You can start by playing around with the first person
available. Don't overthink it. Just do what feels right. We're both guys
here, and God gave us hormones for a reason, right?"

      Great-Grandpa made a lot of sense, but was he trying to imply
something that he shouldn't? The confusion made it hard to think clearly,
and I was getting hornier, enough to continue masturbating right in front
of my great-grandfather of all people. I studied his body, especially his
big penis. I watched as it dripped with more excitement than I'd ever
imagined he could feel. For the first time, I wanted a taste, and I didn't
care about it being incest.

      "Do what feels right, Kenny." Great-Grandpa sounded horny
again. "Don't overthink it. Just do it."

      "But..." I couldn't speak anymore as I stared at such a tempting
piece of meat that hadn't been used in more than two decades. His forced
celibacy didn't seem fair, and my virginity definitely wasn't fair.

      "Do it, Kenny. Don't be a virgin anymore when you finally don't have
to. I know you're only twelve, but I won't tell anyone. You have my word."

      "Eighteen," I added as a reminder, but somehow, I didn't care
anymore.

      "Right, right. Eighteen. All the more reason to do it, right?"

      Confusion hit me harder than my erection. Was Great-Grandpa actually
inviting me to play with him? The more he talked, the hornier he sounded
and looked. He couldn't stop stroking his penis, the sticky precum
drenching his white pubes.

      "Do it, Kenny. You're a virgin, and I'm celibate. I'd say we should
fix that problem."

      Oh! So, Great-Grandpa really was coming onto me. But what should I
do? How would I do whatever it was I was allowed to do? I didn't know how
any of this worked. I swallowed, my heart racing. "I don't know what to do,
Great-Grandpa. Maybe you can help me?"

      "Well, Kenny? Just put your mouth on it and suck. No different than a
lollipop or popsicle, and I know you loved sucking on those big ones when
you were just a tiny little boy. I bet you still do."

      I blushed, but my seemingly permanent erection wouldn't let me back
out now. The fact that I finally had my first opportunity, albeit with a
family member, excited me in ways I couldn't describe. This was incest,
which was illegal and seen as very wrong in the eyes of most
societies. However, my penis didn't care, and I managed to shove aside any
qualms and inch even closer to Great-Grandpa.

      Slowly, I reached for his big penis and wrapped my small fingers
around the thick shaft, barely stroking it while mentally preparing myself
for what I was allowed to do to my own great-grandfather. He was right. I
was eighteen and ready to lose my virginity, and he was eighty and ready to
end his celibacy. We both had needs that desperately needed to be met.

      "Oh, Kenny..." Great-Grandpa cooed in a horny tone. "I haven't been
touched like this in so long. I'm not sure how long I'll last."

      If he was already on the verge of coming, then it was suddenly my cue
to do what he really wanted. I lowered myself to his big, leaking penis and
placed my lips over the head. His sticky precum smeared over my lips, and
the salty taste drew me in to want more.

      "Oh, Kenny... Oh, my little great-grandson getting his first
blowjob. Don't stop. Be a good boy and make your great-grandpa happy with
that warm little mouth."

      His words seduced me, making me want him more than I'd ever thought I
would. I masturbated myself while finally getting a fuller taste of this
piece of meat that had created Grandpa, who had created Dad, who had
created me. In a way, this very penis had created me, too, at least
distantly.

      "Ungh, Kenny, I'm getting close. I'm sorry, boy, but I'm not young
anymore. I can't hold it in as long as I used to." But before I could even
respond, he gripped my head and made me bob for his penis, practically
thrusting deeply into my mouth until I choked. I couldn't suck it all, only
about halfway. My mouth was too little, or maybe he was just that thick.

      "Keep sucking, Kenny. I know you're only twelve, but you were going
to do this eventually. I think you were born to make an old man happy."

      Why did he and even Great-Grandma always forget my age? I no longer
corrected him and continued letting him use my little mouth for his
perverted pleasure. Then, he surprised me by lifting me up by the waist,
not that I was very heavy, and he repositioned me to have my backside
facing him, his penis sadly escaping my mouth for the time being. What was
going on? What was he going to do?

      "Give me that cute little butt, Kenny." Great-Grandpa pulled me
closer until I was almost sitting on his face, his tongue wiggling around
my smooth pucker. Why was he licking my butthole?! But...it felt so
good. The more his tongue massaged me back there, the more relaxed I
felt. Thank God I was clean! Now, his sounds of hunger told me just how
badly he needed me.

      I returned to his big penis and tried to suck all of it this time,
every inch, but my small mouth still could only make it halfway. I did it a
few times but failed each time, so I gave up trying and sucked just the
head, swallowing all his precum for what was practically a salty treat.

      Great-Grandpa let out a loud moan. "Oh, Kenny..." he mumbled through
my butt. "Oh, oh, oh..."

      I bobbed my head the way he had done to me by force, and while I had
choked, I knew in my heart and penis that I'd let him have his way with
me. I'd never imagined how badly I wanted to be used by him until his
seduction had enticed me to want to lose my virginity.

      "Oh, Kenny..." he mumbled through my butt as he continued devouring
my once-uncharted hole. "I'm...com...ing..."

      As I let go of his penis and stared at it, Great-Grandpa roared
through my butt, and a big load erupted and shot my glasses, a thick and
milky wad just splattered over the lens. I immediately put his
great-grandfatherly meat back inside my mouth and tried my hardest to
swallow whatever I could, a taste so rich that it was an acquired
one. Somehow, I didn't care because I wanted his seed down my throat.

      A moment later, Great-Grandpa moved my butt away from his face and
gasped for air, a grin of satisfaction forming as I turned around. His blue
eyes locked with mine, and he pulled me toward him again. This time, he
took every inch of my penis inside his warm mouth until the head penetrated
his throat. Had he done this before? I was only an inch shorter, so how was
it possible for him to take it all in one go? Plus, he'd been married for
too many years now, and he'd apparently missed opportunities. Wouldn't he
have been inexperienced with gay sex?

      But it was suddenly the greatest feeling ever, and just like he'd
gripped my head to have me force-suck him, I did the same. My gaze locked
with his again as I hovered over him like a little boy having his way with
his big great-grandfather. While I was small in size, I felt grand right
now. He was letting me use his mouth the way he'd used mine. If only I
hadn't been so horny all along. Now, I couldn't hold it in anymore.

      Great-Grandpa worked his mouth, the head of my penis occasionally
hitting his throat. He seemed so unbelievably skilled at this that it
continued to catch me by surprise.

      I breathed harder, warning him that I was close. As he gave me a
thumb-up and a nod, I took it as it being okay to squirt my load inside his
mouth. Within seconds of thrusting into his mouth, his old lips repeatedly
sliding up and down the shaft, I lost it. It was now my turn to erupt, and
my body shook as soon as I flooded his mouth with what felt like the
biggest load I'd ever shot. A few tiny moans came out of me, the pleasure
entrancing me with its power.

      I felt drained and a little dizzy, and I gave him a big smile to
match his. "Thank you, Great-Grandpa. That was awesome."

      "Well, Kenny? We're not quite done yet. In fact, this is just the
beginning of a hot summer in more ways than one, just you and me in
secret." Great-Grandpa winked.

      I had to admit that I liked the sound of that, and it was the
greatest thing to make up for having to look after him during my last
summer vacation before college. This incestuous experience was forbidden,
yet it felt more right than anything else. After all, this new way to be
with my great-grandfather was just how I wanted as a great-grand bond with
him. I just hadn't known it until he'd opened the door for me.

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