Date: Sat, 11 Jun 2011 12:39:16 +0100 From: Philip Burbidge Subject: Big Cock Little Cock chapter 2 - stories/incest This story contains graphic descriptions of sex between a young boy and his grandfather. If this offends you, please read no further. Such behaviour should not be copied or emulated and is based upon wishful thinking and fantasy. Comments encouraged and welcomed at philipadrian@live.co.uk Chapter Two Philip and Granddad The following day, Philip's parents drove him 100 miles north so he could spend the long summer vacation with his paternal grandparents. Philip's parents worked very long hours, whereas his grandparents were semi-retired. His grandmother worked three or four days each week for a local florist. His grandfather had recently retired from the Armed Forces and ran a small IT business from home. So there was always someone to look after him. Philip's parents drove back home on the Sunday evening, leaving him behind. Philip was rather quiet throughout the journey, still reoccupied with the big spunking cock he had seen on Friday which he couldn't get out of his mind. The following morning, his grandmother went off to work, as usual, leaving his grandfather reading the paper in the lounge. Philip wandered into the room. "Granddad, can I ask you something. It's a bit rude. You won't be angry with me, will you?" Now grandfather, George, knowing his daughter-in-law was rather prudish, had said to Philip, `If you want to ask any embarrassing questions, you can always ask me'. At the time, Philip didn't really know what he meant, but now he thought he did. "Come and sit on my knee and ask away", he said, "I thought you looked a bit pensive". Philip wandered over and perched on his grandfather's knee, his legs dangling between George's thighs . "Granddad, does you willy get stiff. Do you rub it, make yourself feel good and shoot the white stuff?" George was, somewhat, taken aback. He had been expecting an anodyne question about the `birds and the bees! It presented him with a moral dilemma. He had always said that if a child asked about the veracity of Santa Claus or the Tooth Fairy, you must always be honest with them and tell them the truth. Obviously, they were old enough to accept it. Having said that, he didn't fancy discussing his masturbatory habits with his eight year old grandson! While he was considering all this, Philip continued, "If you do, I would love to watch you do it and, perhaps I could help you out". Again George was gobsmacked. His grandson had just offered to help him masturbate! All this sex talk, was making Philip horny. "Look granddad, I've got a stiffy!, he cried. And he thrust his groin forward, displaying a small tent in his shorts. "So you have", said George, his reflex being to focus on his grandson's crotch. As if in a dream, he stretched out his hand and placed it on his grandson's cock. His own sex life had become rather limited in recent years. A monthly fuck to keep his wife happy and, two or three times each week, he would shut himself in his study, when his wife was out and wanked himself off looking at pictures he had found on-line or with like-minded men he `met' in chat rooms or on the phone. He had not had the opportunity to wank and cum for several days and he was feeling distinctly horny! Philip glanced at his granddad's crotch. The bulge was much bigger than usual. "Granddad, have you got a stiffy as well?" he exclaimed, "Can I see it?". George had, indeed, got a hard-on and his resistance was decreasing as his horniness increased. "I tell you what," he whispered, "You show me yours and I'll show you mine". Why on earth his granddad wanted to see his little boycock when he had such a big, spunking mancock, was beyond him. But before he changed his mind, Philip slipped off his grandfather's knee, stood between his legs facing him and pulled down his shorts, exposing his stiff, hairless little cock. Again, as if mesmerized, George fondled Philip's genitals. "Ooh, granddad! That feels good! Please can I see yours now?", he cooed. George stood up, slowly unclasped and unzipped his trousers, then let them fall to the floor. Pushing his shirt-tails aside, showing his hard, throbbing cock constricted by his underpants, he slipped his thumbs inside his underwear and pulled them down to his knees. His big, thick cock sprang out, followed by two plum-sized, hairy balls. "Awesome!" gasped Philip, stretching out his hand and grasping his grandfather's hard knob. It pulsated with life and potency. Suddenly, he buried his face in George's pubes. "Granddad!" he cried, "I want it but I don't know what to do!" "Of course you don't. You're only a young boy. Just do as I say." George resumed his seat, placed his grandson on his left knee, fondled his little cock with his right hand and began wanking vigorously with his left. "Play gently with my balls", he said. "Are you going to make the white stuff, spunk?" inquired the young lad. "I certainly am", replied George, who thought his balls would burst if he didn't cum soon, "And you're going to help me! Keep feeling my balls and watch my piss-slit". He unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his broad, hairy chest and accelerated his wanking speed. His face reddened and his breathing became erratic. He wanked even faster as he tinkered with Philip's testicles. "Ooh, fuck! I'm going to cum!" he gasped. Suddenly, he stopped wanking, threw back his head and several jets of thick, creamy cum shot out of his cock and landed high on his chest. "Oh!, spunk, spunk, spunk", he moaned. He resumed wanking and more spunk shot out landing lower on his chest and furry tummy. The final drops oozed out over his fingers as the cum trickled down his stomach and formed a lake of pearly-white spunk in his belly-button. His cock lost its rigid urgency. "Boy, I needed that!" he panted. "Wow! Awesome!" gasped Philip, "I wish I could do that!" "You will," asserted George, transferring his grandson on to his right knee, taking the little lad's cock between his thumb and forefinger, and proceeded to masturbate the boy. "But granddad, I'm too young to cum!" he cried. "I know!" replied George, "But you're not too young to enjoy yourself". The boy's prick was soon stiff again and George pushed his little grandson through pleasure barrier after pleasure barrier. Philip felt he was being driven up a narrow path. Sometimes the pleasure was almost unbearable. But George was unrelenting. Philip felt he had arrived at the edge of a cliff and must step off into the unknown. Would he fly or would he fall? "Go for it! Relax! Let it happen!" urged his grandfather. Philip let it happen and waves of unspeakable pleasure washed over him, originating from his cocklet and convulsing his young body. But George held his body firmly. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" squealed the little lad, "What's happening to me?" The convulsions subsided. Philip's breathing and heart beat returned to normal. "You had what we call a dry orgasm," explained his granddad, "You experienced everything I felt except you didn't cum." "That was fantastic," he exclaimed, "Can we do it again?" "When I've had a chance to recover," he laughed, "My balls need time to make fresh spunk." With that, he began to clean up and Philip pulled up his shorts and went into the garden to play. His willy did feel a little bit sore.