Date: Mon, 24 Mar 2008 04:34:33 -0500 From: Salvin Saar Subject: Grandpa's Good Boy Disclaimer: This story is not intended to promote or endorse sex with minors or incest. It is a role play fantasy about consenting adults and for consenting adults. Grandpa's Good Boy I was nervous, as I waited in my room. I knew Grandpa was coming home soon and my heart was beating with anticipation. What was going to happen today? It depended on his mood. Was he going to be gentle and sweet or was he going to be rough and aggressive? I heard the door slam and I knew instantly he was not going to be gentle. "Boy!" he yelled. "Get in here!" I instantly obeyed. He had a mean, irritated look on his face. He was pointing to the ground near his feet. I knew that meant to get down on my knees and open my mouth. His overalls and boots were dirty from working out on the farm. At 60, he was still a hard working man and he expected me to do my part-satisfying his sexual needs. That was something we had agreed upon when I came to live with him. I got down on my knees close to his crotch and then looked up at him. He shot a stern look down at me. He let his overalls drop without any regard to modestly. I could feel the heat emanating from his crotch and his cock was starting to come alive. He then pushed his rod into my mouth and began fucking my face as if that was my sole purpose. I knew he'd had a rough day knew that he needed to nut. I could smell and taste his sweat of the day; I savored it. He grunted as he face fucked me and held my head firmly in place, giving little consideration as I gagged on his huge piece of meat. His cock was now fully erect, pulsating and hot as it moved in and out of my mouth. He pulled out and heaved his low hanging, hairy balls onto my face. I licked and sucked on the heavy, warm man orbs. I could not get enough of that musty, manly smell. A moment later, he pulled me up, turned me around and pushed my back down over the couch. He pulled down my shorts abruptly and started dry fingering my asshole. I was in pain and squirming. He spit on his fingers to my relief a moment later and continued his anal intrusion, stretching my fuck-hole. There was little talk, only an urgency in his manner and a few hard smacks on my ass and the barking of "open-up boy!" as he fingered my hole; I knew he needed to fuck bad. He then spit into his palm and lubed up his cock. He pushed me down onto the floor, and pushed my back and head down, resting his hand on the side of my face. My ass was sticking up in the air and my hole was exposed. He spit in my hole and pushed some of it in with his finger. Then he mounted me from behind, pushing his massive rod in-too quickly. I yelled out loudly! It was painful with lube, but with only his spit, I felt like I was being torn apart. "Ohhhh!", I moaned again. But my groans, seemed to egg him on more. He was a man given over to his sexual urges. I was nothing more than a fuck hole to him, something to help him get off. His hands moved to my shoulders to hold me in place for what he was giving me-his huge, thick unrelenting man pole. His monstrous cock started to dart in and out of me, his hips moving furiously as I squirmed. He fucked me hard for several minutes, his pace alternating. I played the part of the virgin boy getting his cherry popped for the first time, struggling against the dominating older male and yelping in pain, most of which was real. I knew Grandpa would get off on that and fuck me even harder. When he started slapping my ass and telling me to "take it, faggot!" I knew he was really getting into it. I liked it too, being fucked, dominated and humiliated by him. Some may think being called "faggot" and "pussy boy", is demeaning; they would be right. But that is also the turn onto-to feel totally dominated by an Alpha male like my Grandpa-physically, verbally/mentally. And Grandpa was good. He knew just what to say to turn me on. And he knew how to fuck, and gave it to me long and hard whenever and wherever he wanted. He'd fucked me over the kitchen table after dinner one night and in the garage after we had worked on fixing my car. One time he fucked me in the woods after we went fishing and in the back of his pick-up after we went hunting. Once he'd even fucked me in the steam room at the YMCA while two of his older gentlemen friends looked on. But even though I was accustomed to his thick 8 inch cock sliding in and out of my hole, I knew I'd be sore in the morning from tonight's exceptional pounding, such was the force. I could only hope that he would be in a better mood tomorrow and use lube or I'd really be in for it. Grandpa's pace quickened and I knew he was getting close. He started to grunt loudly and then he bellowed out. I could feel warmth spreading inside of me. Grandpa pushed has crotch and cock hard into me while his cock squirted it's load. He continued to fuck me as his balls emptied their obviously large burden into my guts. It was a sensational experience; Grandpa had given me his seed and had implanted it deep inside of me. After he had finished unloading, he pulled his spent rod out of me and sat on the floor, resting his back against the couch. He pulled me toward him, kissed me deeply and then positioned me between his legs. He grabbed my hard cock and started masturbating me from behind, while whispering in my ear what a good boy I had been and how big my cock was. "You're my boy, aren't you?" he said and continued to stroke me. "Yes Sir," I said, enjoying his milking. It took only seconds for me to get ready to shoot my load. Grandpa knew how to work my cock and me. With the other hand he pinched my nipples, while licking and nibbling on my ears and talking dirty to me. I shot a huge load, as Grandpa continued to milk me. "Yeah, that's a good boy," he said, praising what a grown man I was becoming with the big load I had just shot. Afterward, we had a shower and dinner together. I thought Grandpa was going to go straight to bed; boy, was I surprised! Grandpa pounded me again that night, luckily with lube! If you liked the story, please let me know. Thanks, greensalvin@gmail.com