Date: Fri, 16 May 2003 18:55:09 +0000 From: Philip Burbidge Subject: A Grandfather's Awakening 4 As this story describes sexual acts between a nine-year-old boy, his grandfather and father, I must issue the following warning and settle any misunderstandings. The story is pure invention and an adult's fantasy for adults. The boy in the story is not a boy but a 'mini-adult' (me role-playing, who lusts after 'daddy' figures!). Real boys do not think, act or respond as I depict them; so don't try this at home! It is not the author's intention to incite, commend or promote sex with minors which can cause life-long damage and distress. Similarly, the internet sites and pictures referred to are also completely made-up. I enjoy receiving comments, suggestions and tales from readers who enjoy the story and its theme: philip255@hotmail.com 'A Grandfather's Awakening 4 'Granddad's Magic Cream' Following their sexual exertions, Ben and Charlie laid down together on the bed and drifted off to sleep, Ben on his back and Charlie on his side with his left arm across his grandfather's chest. Charlie was the first to awaken, and, still covered in dried cum, he decided to take a shower. The sound of the water woke Ben who wandered through to the large shower room he had recently built to find his grandson covered in lather. 'Mind if I join you?' he asked but didn't wait for an answer and walked straight in. Charlie gazed at his grandfather's large, hairy physique as it moved towards him. His big balls swayed provocatively and his large, heavy cock rested on them. The foreskin was still back exposing the fulsome mushroom head, and its single eye peered invitingly at the young bubble-clad nine-year-old. His little-boy cock rose to salute the entrance of its man-sized colleague. 'Pleased to see me, then?' laughed Ben as he entered the wall of water gushing from both sides of the shower cubicle. 'How about giving me a wash down?' Ben wet himself thoroughly all over then turned off the water and stood facing Charlie with his hands on his hips waiting for the boy to perform his ablutions. Charlie worked up a lather and stretched up his hands and spread the foam all over his grandfather's chest and stomach. His body hair made the soap froth up even more. When he reached his nipples he let his fingers dance and glide around them, every now and then pinching them sending shivers of pleasure through Ben's torso. They hardened with delight and his heavy cock began to rise. Until recently, Ben had never realized that nipples were so erogenous but now enjoyed having then tweaked, teased and played with by young fingers. Charlie next turned his attention to his granddad's testicles. His hands glided down Ben's stomach and with one hand he cradled the large, leathery scrotum, lifting the heavy cock in the other. Gently, he spread the soap all over them and rhythmically laved and massaged them as if in a dream. To the little boy they were beautiful, magnificent and spoke of potency, virility, masculinity. He wanted to worship them. They were the crown jewels. Ben's orbs tightened and his sceptre responded to the adulation by rising a little, not to a full erection but half-way so it reached the horizontal and pointed directly at Charlie's face. 'You're supposed to be washing it not wanking it!' chided Ben gently. He didn't want to cum too soon so he removed the boy's hand from his cock. 'Your turn now,' he said, and worked up some soap lather. To Charlie's surprise Ben fell to his knees and spread the soap all over his smooth, hairless body, beginning with his chest and working his way down to his marble-sized nuts. He ignored the boy's hard two-and-a-half inch cock while he massaged his balls. Then seeing the look of anguish on his face, gently masturbated the little dick between his thumb and two forefingers, continuing to work his testicles. Charlie was overcome with a pleasure that gripped his whole frame. Ben allowed his fingers, with infinite delicacy, to slide repeatedly down the sides of Charlie's balls from the base of his cock to the bottom of his nuts. He was transfixed with erotic pleasure. That such big, rough, powerful hands could deliver such exquisite delight reminded of the way bears and tigers could use their awesome teeth, capable of ripping a man to pieces, to gently lift their young by the scruff of the neck and transport them to safety. He was torn from his reverie by his grandfather's voice. 'Turn round,' he ordered, placing his hands on the boy's hips and rotating him so he faced the tiled wall. 'Now bend over.' Charlie did as he was told with complete trust in his grandfather and braced himself against the wall. Ben prized the young boy's cheeks about and gazed at his tight virgin anus, bejewelled with drops of water. It was brown-pink, crinkled and closed. He thought of the East European father he had seen on the internet with his massive hard prick buried up to his balls in his ten-year-old son's arsehole and wondered how long it would be before he experienced the inexpressibly perverted and delicious delights of his own grandson's boy-cunt. He stood up and gently brushed his now fully erect cock up and down the boy's arse crack. 'Not yet!' he murmured, 'Not yet. But one day I'll give him such a fucking!' With that he knelt down and turned Charlie round and began soaping him all over again. He turned his attention to the small testicles and worked his index finger up and down between his legs while he wanked the boy's throbbing penis with his other hand. With every stroke, his finger grew closer to the unopened gate. When he reached it, he massaged the opening with the tip of his finger, increasing the pace of his masturbation. Charlie began to wriggle and moan with pleasure and had to place his hands firmly on his grandfather's shoulders to steady himself. 'Oh, granddad! That feels great! Oh, please! Yes! Oh!' he wailed softly. When he reached a certain point, Ben turned his finger upwards and thrust it into his grandson's anus. Charlie squealed with surprise and discomfort that soon turned to pleasure. 'Ouch! Granddad! What are you doing!' he squawked as Ben moved his finger in and out of the boy's arsehole, pushing it as far as the first joint before withdrawing it. He increased the speed as the boy became more excited and matched it with the speed with which he was wanking his cock. Charlie began to scream and writhe with overwhelming sexual pleasure. 'That's it, my little boy-whore, sit on granddad's finger. Soon it'll be his cock and he'll fill you full of man-spunk! Get used to having a man's digit inside you! This is just a little foretaste, soon you'll be big and loose enough to take the real thing! Granddad's cock! Incest cock up that tight virgin boy-cunt of yours!' Ben's own cock was dripping copious amounts of precum on to the shower room floor as he mercilessly wanked and finger-fucked the little lad. It drove him wild to drive the boy out of his wits with such exotic pleasure. 'Oh No! Granddad no! Can't! Oh fuck! Oh shit! Fucking hell! Oh granddad, you fucking pervert! Oh!' squealed Charlie, completely out of control. Ben savagely jammed his finger in and out of the loosening boy-pussy, getting his finger in further and further with each sortie until all four inches were pistoning in and out. Suddenly, Charlie's body went rigid and Ben new he was on the edge of orgasm. He redoubled his assault on the kid's cock and cunt until Charlie was screaming with sexual ecstasy and his body spasming. 'There we go, little boy! There we go!', growled Ben getting enormous pleasure from bringing his grandson to orgasm. 'How was that, eh? Did you enjoy that finger-fucking granddad gave you? Enjoy that, did you, you horny little tyke?' 'That was wild, granddad!' panted Charlie, panting heavily and trying to catch his breath. 'That was awesome!' 'Now it's your turn to please your granddad,' said Ben. He hadn't intended cumming again so quickly but he was so turned-on by Charlie's orgasm that his prick was demanding release. 'Kneel down between my legs and play with my balls while I wank off all over you. I going to shoot my spunk all over that sweet little face of yours and then give you a surprise!' said Ben in a gravely voice thick with lust. Charlie dutifully knelt at his granddad's feet and fondled those heavy, spunk-filled balls he was becoming so familiar with, while Ben masturbated over him. Ben gazed down past his big prick to the angelic little face beyond. As the precum gathered on his cockhead he flicked it on to his grandson's face. 'Ready for your granddad's spunk, are you, pretty boy? Ready to see granddad shoot his fucking great load over your cute little face? Want my cum, do you? Tell me, boy, what do you want?' Relishing the excuse to talk dirty, Charlie was happy to answer. 'Yes, please, granddad! Give me your spunk! Shoot your fucking load of hot man-cum all over me! I want spunk! I want spunk!' he began to chant as if at a football match. The sight and sound of his little grandson so enthusiastically demanding cum drove the big man over the edge and his cock erupted. Great volleys of thick man-cum shot high into the air and landed on Charlie's head. He caught some on his tongue that darted out to gather the sweet white harvest. Soon his hair was matted with sperm which dripped down his beaming cheeks. 'Fucking hell, that was good!' gasped Ben, 'But I haven't finished yet. Not quite! Stay where you are!' He aimed his softening cock at the angelic face with its seraphic smile and began to piss. A strong golden stream poured forth from his cock and splashed all over Charlie's hair and face. Charlie was completely taken by surprise. 'Stay where you are 'til I've finished!' ordered Ben sharply and Charlie tried to suppress the instinct to duck. He allowed his grandfather to continue pissing and bathed in the golden shower that rained down. 'Now, how about that shower?' said Ben smiling as his golden stream dried up. Charlie was still gazing up with half-closed eyes, smiling beatifically as he bathed in the golden shower issuing from Ben's sturdy cock. 'Wow! That was wicked!' he enthused. 'Right! That's enough for one day. We'd better get you ready for home. Your dad will be here any minute and we don't want him to find you covered in cum and piss!' Frank duly arrived to pick up his son who was ready for an early night with all his sexual exertions. He slept deep and well that night. But the following evening he went to bed early for some 'quality time' alone – his euphemism for 'wank time'! Frank passed by his bedroom door which was slightly ajar, as usual, ready to check that he was in bed and asleep. He heard a soft murmuring and rustling of bedclothes coming from within. 'The horny little bugger is having a wank', he said to himself, smirking, and very slowly pushed open the door. Sure enough, there was a repetitive hand movement under the duvet and the boy was whispering in his sleep. Frank thought he caught the words 'cock' and 'cum', but he couldn't be sure. His own cock was now rock hard! Then Charlie seemed to say, 'Please, oh, yes mmm nice, mmmm, suck, cock, spunk'. It was very indistinct but Frank was convinced his son was saying words that indicated he was having sex with an adult. After all, otherwise, how would he know about 'cum' and 'spunk'? Then Charlie moaned, quite loudly, 'Oh granddad, yes, big cock!' Frank was astounded. Was his own father molesting his son?!! The dirty old pervert. My own dad sexually abusing his grandson! Groping him, playing with his private parts, making him wank his cock, perhaps even making him suck it! Frank's mind was reeling, but he found the idea so deliciously perverted he found himself creeping towards the sleeping boy, his cock throbbing in his trousers. Very gently, he sat down on the edge of the bed and slipped his left hand under the duvet. He made contact with the boy's thigh and very softly slid his hand up towards his crotch. Charlie was wearing a pair of loose shorts but his hand had extracted his cock through the slit and was still firmly wrapped around it. Feeling his father's approaching hand, (and still sleeping), Charlie instinctively surrendered possession of his boy-cock. He was having a delicious dream in which his grandfather was gently stripping him and playing with his genitals. Acting purely by touch, and with his heart racing, Frank took hold of his son's hard little cocklet and began delicately to masturbate him. He could hardly contain himself! 'Fuck!' he thought, 'I'm feeling up my own nine-year-old son!' He couldn't ever remember his cock being so hard. Charlie eased his legs open to allow the groper greater access to his smooth young balls. Frank didn't decline the offer, and caressed and tweaked the nut-sized gonads. Charlie sighed with pleasure. Frank realised he was going to cum in his trousers if he didn't do something soon. He returned his attention to wanking Charlie with ever-quickening strokes, curious to know if, and how, the little boy would cum. He soon found out. Charlie thrust his head from side to side against the pillow, then lay with his mouth slightly open. Frank couldn't resist it. He leaned forward, still keeping up the wanking rhythm, and gently pressed his lips against his son's mouth. 'Oh, granddad, yes!' he cried, sucking his father's tongue into his mouth as his eyes closed and his body went into orgasmic throes. Frank pushed home his victory, taking his son over the edge while passionately kissing him. As the convulsions subsided, Charlie awoke and realised something was odd. He was at home in bed. It couldn't be his grandfather who had brought him to a climax! His eyes slammed open and he recognised his father's profile looming over him in the dim light. 'Dad!' he gasped. 'It's okay, son. I know what's been going on. That horny old pervert of a father of mine has been getting at you, hasn't he? Dirty bastard, getting there before me!' Frank spoke both reassuringly and with a tone of amusement in his voice. 'But dad! No, yes, I mean!' Its alright! I'm not blaming you. I just hope he hasn't hurt you or made you do things?' Charlie cut him off, 'Oh, no, dad! Granddad wouldn't hurt me. We just have fun together! 'So how long has this been going on?' 'Only a week or so'. 'Does he get you to play with him?' 'Yes, dad. I wank him off', said Charlie, nervously, adding, 'He makes loads of spunk!' 'Does he now!' replied Frank, both shocked and amused. 'Does he get you to put his penis in your mouth?' 'Yes, dad,' said Charlie, wondering if he should appear proud or ashamed. 'And you swallow his ?' 'Yes, dad, I swallow his spunk.' This was as much as Frank could stand. His cock was almost bursting out of his trousers. 'Right, my lad. Sit up and try this one for size.' He leapt off the bed, pulled down his zip, whipped out his cock and thrust it at Charlie's mouth before the boy hardly had time to sit up. Frank felt his son's soft, boyish lips wrap around his bell-shaped cock head. He could only manage to get a couple of the eight inches in the lad's mouth, but it was enough for Frank. He began slowly pushing his cock back and forth, but after only half a dozen thrusts, his balls tightened, his cock jumped and spurts of hot, thick incestuous daddy cum poured down his son's throat. 'Did I need that!' he gurgled as he finishing cumming. 'Now go to sleep and we'll talk about this tomorrow. I've got a few words to have with your grandfather!' With that, he bent down, kissed his son on the mouth, tasting his spunk on the boy's lips, and swept out of the room. Charlie was left wondering whether he had dreamt it all, but the sweet-salty taste of his father's seed on his tongue told him he hadn't. 'Where do we go from here?' he said to himself as he fell into a satisfied slumber. His own dad had brought him off and then he had sucked his dad's cock and swallowed his spunk! Wicked!!