Date: Thu, 3 Feb 2022 05:11:24 +0000 From: Jason Bonerboy Subject: Raising My Grandsons Please support that site. https://donate.nifty.org/ ITS READER LIKE YOU WHO MAKE A DIFFERENCE. My name is Dwayne Shoran. I only had one son Devan. I loved him so much. I was lucky to have that. My wife died shortly after our son was born. He got a girl friend at 18 and his first son popped out at 20. Then 21, 22. I was 45 when the first one was born. My Son was in a coma and his wife were shot dead. He was only 29. The boys were 5, 6 and 7. I still mourn for him; but I couldn't stay there. I still held what he was in my heart. Dwayne was 7, Dwight was 6 and Dillan was 5. They were so silly and fun. They had seen the shooting of their parents. I was worried they'd have nightmares of be mad at God; or worse be anger. The scumbag who killed them got life without the chance of parole. We got thru the it together. So the boys older as boys do. My son who woke up was like a retarded kid; I mean he was mental challenged as was the term of the day is. He lived in a home for like that. He had to be watched 24 hours a day. I was told someday he might remember. One of bullets had gone into his head. He couldn't think right. It couldn't be removed. Now they were talking about a new operation. The bullet was to hard to remove they had said. But there were some new surgeries they wanted to try. I had stopped seeing him as it was to painful to see him this way, He wasn't even aware of the world around him. I always break down and bawl. Even when I got home I bawl again. I wasn't hopeful. I remember my son the way he was. The boys are now 14, 13. and twelve. There into their penises. I would be worried if they weren't . We didn't wear clothes around the house; Just us boys. It wasn't uncommon for them to be sporting a stiffy as they called them. Often they jerked off or sucked each other off all the time. I loved how they were so open with each other. I hate to admit; their father at 10 learned about sex and started messing around with me at 12. I was sure trying to be hopeful one day he be himself I missed him. But the boys helped me fill the hole of pain. They gave me so much joy form seeing them be alive Then I got a call one day. The bullet has somehow moved after he fell. They were going to have to remove it now or he's die for sure. I loaded up the boys. We were soon at the hospital. We sat for hours waiting for word of him. Finally the doctors, yes doctors came out. He was going to live. He also show improved brain functioning. It had been 3 year since I saw him. When we went back to the room; He was definitely better. The doctor said he'd be about 10 to 14 in age mentally. He wouldn't likely go higher. "Dad, I fell off my bike. I'm gonna be ok the doc said," said my son. He had did that at 12. I remember it happening. "I got a cool scare on my head now. You'll be able to see it when they take off the bandages," He said. It was two months before he came home. We visited everyday. I had my son back. Now he was younger in his mind again. But it was my son. So now I had 4 boys so to speak. He was at times confused. But he got better as time went on. He ran around the house like his sons naked. Like I said it was like having a 4th grandson, not my son. But I'll take that. I loved my son still do. These 4 males are my life. "Dad, can I sleep in your bed tonight," He asked? "Dad, can you suck me off too. I got a bad stiffy as Dwayne said." He'd said he suck it for me. I'd rather you did it right now." I got up and naked dropped to my knees and sucked off my son. "Oh Gawd dad. That's so good. Faster dad. Here comes my cum," My son said. I went to my room and he followed. It was early evening. He cuddled with me. "Dad, did you see my cool scare. Like the one I got when I feel off my Bike, said my son Devan. I was tearing up. "I like your scars son. They're about life. I also like sucking you off," I said. He held on to me tight We were soon both asleep. more later... Here's the list of my stories https://www.nifty.org/nifty/prolific.html#jasonbonerboy Jason Bonerboy jasonbonerboy@hotmail.com