Date: Sat, 7 Aug 2010 16:37:03 -0700 (PDT) From: Jaret Glazer Subject: Grandpa's Expectation This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit submission in a Daddy/boy relationship between adult males, including watersports, scat, and other graphic scenes of sex. It contains no truth, partial truth, or half truth, only fantasy. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. If such content is illegal where you live, or you are under 18 years of age, please leave now and read no further. This story is the property of the author only. Please do not copy or reprint without permission from the author. If you wish to contact the author for comments, please do so at blover1@hotmail.com . They are always welcome. Grandpa's Expectations Jeff drove up in front of the old farm house. The weather-beaten, two story frame house was in need of repairs. It hadn't been painted for so long it was unclear what color it had once been. The yard was littered with debris. A porch swing glided peacefully back and forth in the breeze. The farm sat about a mile off the main road and had been easy to find. Jeff wondered if he had made the right decision in coming here. He glanced at the barn, a faded red with both doors hanging open. Jeff could see into the dim interior. It looked as uncared for as the rest. Jeff caught movement behind the blinds on the second floor. For a moment, he felt someone looking out at him. Just as quickly, the blind closed. "Well," Jeff thought to himself, "this is it." He pulled the car to a stop, turned off the engine and withdrew the keys. He unlocked his seat belt, opened the car door, and exited. He reached in, grabbed his overnight bag, and then closed the car door behind him. Jeff stretched for a moment and again looked around him. "What kind of man is he to let this all go?" wondered Jeff as he walked up to the door. He knocked a couple of times on the door frame, and then stood back, clasping his hands behind himself, waiting for the person on the other side. Waiting to meet his Grandpa. About six months earlier, Jeff had learned the existence of a Grandfather, one he had never met and which the family never mentioned. At the age of 40, Jeff had become fascinated by a man he had never met. As the story unfolded, Jeff learned that the woman he had known as his grandmother was really his great aunt. Jeff's Grandfather and Grandmother had been child hood friends on neighboring farms. Jeff's real Grandmother Stella ended up pregnant by his real Grandfather. Both had been barely 15 at the time, but the families recognized the relationship. Unfortunately, Jeff's grandmother had a hard pregnancy and did not survive the birth. Jeff's Grandfather had been so crushed that he left the farm and never returned. The baby boy was then raised by the sister of Jeff's grandmother. He had then married and produced Jeff. The more of the story Jeff heard, he kept thinking to himself what a soap opera his life had been with so many secrets. He had kept one himself for years, finally revealing to his family that he was gay. He hadn't told them of his actual desires and fetishes, but they had been accepting of him, still loving him as their own. Jeff was proud of his family. Felt their importance. It was because of that reason, he had decided to track down this missing grandfather and meet him face to face. Finding him had not been that difficult with all the technology and search engines available. He had date of birth, place and name. From there he was able to complete a database search and with a short time, Jeff had located three possible men who fit the profile and description of his missing grandfather. He contacted the first man only to discover he was the wrong one. He thanked the gentleman and disconnected the call. He punched in the next number, letting it ring. "Hi, is this Harley Davidson?" asked Jeff. "Yes, who is this?" replied the gruff voice on the other end. "My name is Jeff Adams," replied Jeff. "Are you the same Harley Davidson from Hyannis, Nebraska area, Sir? Jeff felt the pause on the other side. "What did you say your name was, boy?" demanded the voice. "Jeff Adams, Sir. Are you the Harley Davidson that grew up on a farm in Hyannis area?" Again, there was a long pause. Jeff wondered if the man had hung up the phone. "Hello?" asked Jeff. "Yes, boy, I'm that Harley Davidson. What do you want." "Sir, I'm your grandson." "I'll be damned," the man on the other side exclaimed. "How did you find me?" Jeff explained how he had discovered the story about his missing grandfather and had decided he wanted to meet this man. Jeff talked about the family, what had happened after he had left. How his father had been raised by Stella's sister. Harley asked questions about Jeff's Dad, appreciating the news about the son he had never met. The first hour stretched into a second, then a third, and then a fourth as the two men chatted back and forth with each other, filling in time lost over the past 60 years. When they finally ended that first call, both agreed to continue to keep in touch. Over the course of the six months, they began to talk almost nightly. Each conversation revealed more and more of backgrounds and stories. The two quickly grew close to each other, appreciating the similarities they shared. After they had been chatting for some months, Jeff decided to tell his grandfather that he was gay. As the chatted about their days and told stories from the past, Jeff moved the conversation to a more personal note, revealing that he wanted to share something with his grandfather. "You can call me Grandpa," he had said. "Grandpa, I'm gay," Jeff blurted out. There was silence on the other side for a moment, and then a loud belly laugh erupted from the other end. "Well if that aint a hoot!" laughed Grandpa Harley. "Boy, your old Grandpa is, too. I'm a nasty old perverted Grandpa," he laughed into the phone. Jeff couldn't believe his ears. He found himself laughing as well, because nasty and perverted were his interests as well. Had he found someone with whom he could at least talk about these things he wondered? "Looks like the gene skipped a generation, grandson. Glad you really are family, so to speak." "Thank you, Sir," replied Jeff. And that had been that. It had been after that conversation that Jeff's Grandpa had agreed to a meeting. Jeff planned a week off to drive to his Grandpa's farm in eastern Colorado. The next few weeks of conversations were intertwined with sexual discussions. Jeff learned his Grandpa was dominant top, experienced in a great deal of sm/bd play. His grandfather had revealed that he had deeply loved Stella. She had been his best friend. But even back then he had already been playing with boys. After Stella's death, he had run off and found shelter with a man who kept him as his boy until Harley had moved out onto his own. He took the training he had learned and began a small business refinishing and rebuilding furniture. He found he had both the knack for the work and the business. He had grown that business and sold it for a nice profit a few years ago. He stayed pretty much home now these days. And so, that is how Jeff came to be standing at his Grandpa's door, waiting for him to respond to the knock. Jeff brought his hand up to wrap again and heard the door pull open. "Now, don't be impatient, grandson, or I'll have to take you over my knee and spank some patience into you." Jeff kind of smiled, dropped his hand and allowed his Grandpa to open the door for him to enter. Jeff blinked his eyes. His Grandpa stood before him in a pair of boxers. He looked back at the yard and then again at his Grandpa. He entered the house and heard the door close behind him. He felt like he had walked through the looking glass. The inside of the house was neat and tidy, decorated in an assortment of antiques and homemade furniture. The house had a warm, pleasant feeling about it. Jeff blinked again. "Wow, Grandpa, this is beautiful," Jeff exclaimed. "It sure is. Let me look at you, boy," said Harley. Jeff stood in front of his grandfather. "Turn around, let me see." Jeff blushed and spun around a couple of times for his grandfather's approval. "Come here, boy," gushed Harley, reaching out his arms to pull his grandson into his embrace. He clasped his big arms around Jeff, pulling him in closely in a bear hug. He looked Jeff in the eyes, same eyes staring back at each other. And then he kissed Jeff passionately on the lips. Just once. Hugged him tightly again and released his embrace. Jeff staggered back a moment, slightly dazed by the kiss. He found himself becoming aroused. He blushed and looked around the room. Jeff glanced back at the boxer clad man in front of him. He could see the family resemblance. He Grandpa was still a handsome man with a devilish twinkle in his eye. The belly that protruded over the band of the boxers was smooth and bare as was the rest of his Grandpa's chest. A silver beard and silver hair framed the face that resembled Jeff's own. Jeff found himself blushing again as he found himself unable to stop himself from staring at his almost naked grandfather. "And you seem to like what you see, grandson," laughed Harley. "Come on; let's take your bag upstairs. Hope you don't mind sharing a bed with your Grandpa. Only have the one." "Uh, no, Sir, that will be fine, Grandpa," stumbled Jeff. Thoughts suddenly began to fill his mind. Jeff slept naked. His Grandpa knew that and also slept naked. How was he going to be in a bed with his Grandpa and not sport a hard on. He gulped as he anticipated what the week was going to be like. Jeff followed his Grandfather up the stairs and down the short hall. "That's the bathroom, boy," explained Grandpa Harley as they passed the open door into the bath. "And this is where we will be sleeping," pointed Grandpa as they entered the large back bedroom. A big, king-size bed dominated the room. But it was the decorations and other things that held Jeff's attention. The room was decorated with sex toys, everything from dildos to paddles to nipple clamps and some things Jeff could only guess their use. "Don't worry, boy, I won't let those bad things hurt you," Jeff's grandpa laughed. "I told you I collected these things. You know my interests just as I know yours. Now, you can get more comfortable if you would like, meaning less clothes. I usually am naked in the house but thought I would dress up for your arrival. I seem to remember, though, that you are also a home nudist. Your choice, boy, but Grandpa would prefer to see you without." And with that, Jeff watched his grandfather slide his hands into the bands of the boxers and push them to the floor. He stepped out of them, and lifting them with his foot, tossed them on to the bed towards Jeff. Jeff watched his grandfather scratch his cock and nut sack. That's a healthy piece of meat were the only words that came to Jeff's mind. Almost without thought, Jeff began to pull off his shirt, kicking off his shoes, and opening his belt. "Very good, boy. Your Grandpa is going to head downstairs to the kitchen and start us some dinner. I want you to join me down there when you are finished. You can put anything you want in that first top drawer there," pointed Grandpa Harley. And with that he turned around and walked out the bedroom door, leaving Jeff to finish disrobing. He removed all of his clothes and stood there naked in his Grandpa's bedroom. He had no doubt that something would happen between them. Jeff couldn't help but become aroused again as the thoughts crossed his mind. He had told his Grandpa his deepest desires, sharing with him his wants and needs as his Grandpa had told him his own. Jeff suddenly realized what could be in store for him. His cock stood at attention, oozing pre-cum. Jeff tried to regain his composure, willing his cock to go down. "Get down here, boy," yelled his Grandpa. "Yes, Sir, coming" replied Jeff, thinking to himself "almost literally." Jeff walked out into the hallway and towards the stairs, his cock bouncing along happily in front of him. He walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, his cock coming around the corner a second before he entered the room. "Now, that's what I like to see on my grandson," smiled Jeff's Grandpa. "Let's me know you are glad to be here with me, boy. Feeling is mutual," he grinned as he turned to face Jeff, his own cock jutting out forward. Jeff found himself staring intently at his Grandpa's cock. "Okay, boy. I know you want my cock and I want your mouth. Get over here right now and suck on me. Suck your Grandpa's cock into your throat right now." Jeff looked at his Grandpa and saw the determination and sternness in his eyes. He immediately dropped to his knees and crawled across the floor. He looked up once more into his Grandpa' face. "Grandpa..." He started "Do it, boy. Suck me now." Jeff opened his mouth and slid his Grandpa's cock into his mouth. He closed his lips around the shaft and began to suck it up and down, sliding his tongue around the and under the shaft. He found himself almost euphoric and the action he was doing. He was literally sucking his Grandpa's cock. He was throbbing, close to cumming from the eroticism of fulfilling his Grandpa's demands and expectations. "Hmmmm, you do that real nice, grandson, real nice," sighed Grandpa Harley. "Now, you just listen to me while you suck your Grandpa's cum into your belly. Consider that your appetizer before you eat tonight. This is how the week is going to be. You're mine. You want a relationship with me as my grandson, and then you will meet my expectations. I know your desires, boy. I know what you secretly want and need. And I'm going to give them to you, all of them, starting tonight. You will do whatever I say without question. Now, boy, if you are ready for that kind of relationship with your Grandpa, you can show me with your mouth. Just stop sucking me if you aren't interested. Jeff listened to the words coming from his Grandpa. This is what he had wanted. While he never thought the man he would find would be his real grandfather, he knew he wanted this. He continued sucking on his Grandpa's cock, focusing on the head and crown, sliding his tongue around the shaft. Up and down the shaft, Jeff worked his mouth over his Grandpa's cock. Jeff felt his Grandpa's hand grab both sides of his head and hold him in place while he began to quickly piston fuck Jeff's mouth. "Open that throat boy and let your Grandpa fuck your mouth. Come on boy, relax that gag reflex and take your Grandpa's cock. Yea, take it and swallow it down, open that throat, grandson. Let Grandpa shoot his babies down your throat." Jeff held his throat open, feeling his Grandpa's cock pound its way down. He then felt him stiffen; grab his head more firmly as he shoved his cock as far in as he could while dumping his cum down Jeff's throat. He continued to fuck Jeff's face slowly, sighing out loud. :"Oh, yea, grandson, you can suck cock. Keep your mouth open and just relax." Jeff held his mouth still and began to feel the hot liquid of his Grandpa's piss. He tasted the bitterness and it slid across his tongue and down his throat. "Catch some in your mouth boy and gargle with it. I want you to get used to the taste of your Grandpa's piss." Jeff held the stream as it filled his mouth. He swished it around, allowing the taste to fill him. He swallowed. "Good boy. Now let's see how well you eat ass." With that, Jeff watched his Grandpa flip around, lean against the counter and push his ass out towards Jeff's face. "Go on boy, don't keep me waiting. Whenever I do this, you're to part my ass cheeks and kiss my pucker hello. Then you can start rimming me so I can see what kind of an ass eater I've got here." "Yes, Grandpa," replied Jeff as he parted his grandfather's ass cheeks and peered at the center. It wasn't clean. It looked like his grandpa had recently taken a dump and hadn't bothered to wipe. Jeff closed his eyes. This was one of the things he had revealed to his grandpa one night. He wanted to be a toilet boy. "You have a habit of keeping me waiting, boy. Does Grandpa need to turn you over his knee to get your attention?" "No, Grandpa," gushed Jeff and he pushed his head forward and kissed his Grandpa's shitty asshole. He flicked his tongue out and tasted the shit coating the puckered opening. Jeff gagged. He had tasted his own before but this was the first time he had done this to another man, and his Grandpa none the less. He continued to lick the surface over and over, allowing the shit to gather in his mouth and slowly dissolve with his saliva. He swallowed, letting the taste and remnants slide down his throat. He continued licking and cleaning his Grandpa's asshole until finally all the hairs and the center pink eye winked back at him in glistening spit. "Am I clean, boy?" asked Grandpa. "Yes, Sir, you are all clean, Grandpa, and thank you, Sir for allowing me to clean you." "Now, that's the proper way for a grandson to respond to his Grandpa. Don't worry boy, you're going to be eating directly from that asshole shortly here. You eat ass right well, son. I think you might meet your Grandpa's expectations. Come on and follow me." Jeff followed his Grandpa out of the kitchen and back up the stairs to the bedroom. He watched while his Grandpa pulled out a chair with the center missing. He plopped himself down onto the chair, pulled his cock and balls forward and then looked at Jeff standing in the doorway. "Well boy, slide under your grandfather here and start making love to his hole. Show me how much you want your Grandpa to shit into your mouth. I know you want this. You told me you did. You want your Grandpa to use you and feed you. I know you do. And I want to as well. Now don't just stand there, boy, get to it now. This is the last time I warn you about keeping me waiting." Jeff quickly moved into the room and dropped to his knees; he knelt forward and kissed the head of his Grandpa's cock. "I'm sorry, Grandpa. Yes, please feed me your shit." And then Jeff looked at his Grandpa one last time, locking eyes with him. He then rolled onto his back and slid under the chair. He stared at the pink pucker in front of him and lifted his head to begin making love to his Grandpa's asshole. He slid his tongue over and over it, sucking on it, forcing his tongue into the opening. He pushed and pushed and felt his Grandpa's hole start to relax and open. "Oh yea, grandson, keep pushing that tongue. Push it all the way in until you can feel your Grandpa's shit with it." Jeff continued to push and then felt it. His tongue came in contact with the hard tip of his Grandpa's turd. He felt it move toward him down the shoot, pushing his tongue out in the process. "Oh yea, grandson, your Grandpa's going to feed you. Feed you right from his hole. Now you take this piece of shit into your mouth and suck on it and hold it there. I want to watch you eat it down. You hear me, boy. You know what you are supposed to do?" Jeff nodded his head in understanding as he continued to lick and suck on his Grandpa's opening hole. As the shit broke through and began to slide across Jeff's tongue, he closed his eyes and let the eroticism of what he was doing wash over him. For so long he had wanted to do this and now he as with his own Grandpa. He sucked the shit log into his mouth, tasting the flavor. The piece was about six inches long before Grandpa clamped down and stopped. He stood up, turned around, and moved the chair from above Jeff. He turned it around, sat back down and smiled. "Go ahead boy and eat your Grandpa's shit." Jeff began to slowly chew and suck on the log of shit in his mouth. As he began to chew and swallow his Grandpa's feeding, he watched his Grandpa began to masturbate his already hard cock. Jeff continued to chew and suck on the piece of shit, getting it down slowly. He gagged once or twice, but continued to stare at his grandfather, knowing that punishment would await him if he failed to complete this expectation. Jeff chewed and swallowed the last piece. He stuck out his tongue and opened his mouth towards his Grandpa. "Up on the bed boy, on your back with your legs pulled back. Do it now." Jeff quickly scrambled up off the floor and onto the bed. He lay down on his back and drew his legs way up onto his chest, holding behind his knees to keep them in place, spreading open his ass in the process. He watched while his grandpa reached behind himself, digging into his asshole. He then saw him withdraw his fingers covered in shit. Jeff's Grandpa spread the shit around his cock and then shoved the fingers into Jeff's mouth. "Clean them, boy." Jeff sucked the dirty fingers clean of the residue shit while he felt his Grandpa push his cock into his opening hole. Jeff felt the head pop in and the shit-coated shaft slide all the way until his Grandpa's balls slapped against his buttcheeks. Jeff continued to hold his legs back and open while his Grandpa stared down and fucked him with strong, determined strokes. "You are my grandson. Remember that. I own you and there is no escape. Do you understand that, boy?" "Yes, Grandpa, I do. Ours will be a special relationship, Sir. I belong to my nasty, perverted Grandpa." `You got that right, boy," laughed Grandpa as he pumped harder and harder into Jeff's ass. Jeff clamped down on his Grandpa's cock, meeting each thrust with a push back of his own. Jeff felt an orgasm build inside of him. "Grandpa, you are going to make me cum," exclaimed Jeff. "Good because your Grandpa is going to breed you here now!" yelled Grandpa Harley as he let loose of spurt after spurt of hot cum into his grandson's ass. Jeff immediately shot his own load across his belly and onto his chest as he felt his Grandpa fill him. "Oh my gosh, grandpa," panted Jeff. `Good boy. Good boy," praised Grandpa. "This is going to be a good week, grandson. You have definitely met my expectations.