Date: Wed, 25 Nov 2009 16:04:30 +0000 From: titanic_cock@hotmail.com Subject: How to Teach My Son the Way Grandpa Did, Part 4 How to Teach My Son the Way Grandpa Did, Part 4 by Eric Titan (titanic_cock@hotmail.com) All usual disclaimers. Do not read if this is illegal where you live our you are underage. This story is completely fictional and does not represent any actual stories. Thanks for comments from parts 1-3. I hope everyone is enjoying. Comments welcome. titanic_cock@hotmail.com So here I am, 20 years later with a 15 year old son of my own. And I'm starting to get worried about how often I think about him sexually. The worst is his wresteling team meets. His lean with tones muscles. I don't even know where he got them from. When he wears those tight little wrestleing uniforms (whatever they are called, wresteling was never my thing, though a wrestler from time to time was), his bulge between his legs, it's all I can do to not cum in my pants. And it's getting worse. I've found myself rummaging through his dirty laundry and trash, piece by piece, with the hopes of finding some remains of his last masturbation. I heard him in the bathroom in the middle of the night running water. When he went back to bed, I found one pair of bikini underwear in the hamper fresh with his wet dream. I have jacked off with those fucking things on my head more times than I can count. Now we are in the car to take him to his great- grandfather's for 2 weeks while I have to be in Chicago for some stupid training for work. "This is such bullshit." "Dylan, language. Come on." "Well, it is bullshit. I call it like I see it." "It's two weeks. You barely even know your Great-grand. He won't be around for ever." "Well, whose fault is that. You never would take me to the old fucker." "Dylan." "I've heard you call him that." "Yeah, well, I love him. i'm allowed. You don't know him." "Again, not my fault. Why didn't you ever take me to him before?" "Life has been busy." "And now it's too fucking busy for me. I don't see why I can't go to Chicago with you." "I'll be working." "Who says I wanted to hang out with you." "Dylan, I promised grandpa. He's been begging me for years and this was the perfect time and salution." "This is perfect fucking bullshit." We pulled into the long drive to his isolated house in the woods. It was weird being back after so long. I hadn't stayed away intentionaly. Well, maybe. Since Dylan was all in my care.... It just didn't seem like the best place to take him. "There's my boy. And look at my great grandson. Damn, you're big." "Yup." I jumped in, "He's a little upset about leaving his friends for 2 weeks." "Well, we'll have one or 2 shipped in." "Really?" "Dylan, grandpa is joking. That is his sense of humor." Grandpa leaned into Dylan, "If you don't cause too much of a fucking bullshit, we'll see. Take your stuff inside. Your room is at the top of the stairs." After Dylan went inside, "Now grandpa..." "No, now grandpa me. I haven't see my favorite boy in 8 years. I want a kiss." "Dylan might see." "And why haven't I seen Dylan since he was 7, may I ask?" "Well, to be honest, I was afraid to." "Afraid?" "Now, I know you wouldn't do anything to him." "What would I do to him?" "You know. Teach him things. About sex." "Is that wrong now? You sure loved everything you learned." "That was different. I was ready. I asked all the questions. I pushed everything. You gave me exactly what I wanted." As grandpa gave me a slap on the ass. "Hell, yeah, I did." "But Dylan isn't like that. He doesn't want any of that. Please. I'm serious, please don't ask any questions. Don't bring up anything about sex in any way. Understood?" And he grabbed my dick and balls through my jeans, "Understood. I won't bring up a thing." And he planted a deep, long kiss on my mouth. "But you sure know how to take the fun out of everything." "Where is Uncle NIck? I thought he'd be here." "He has a circle jerk with the boys in the back room at the barber shop every Friday. He'll be in in a couple hours." "Well, I can't stay. I have to leave now." "Now? You can't even stay for super?" "Tell him I'll see him when I come to pick up Dylan, two weeks from today." "Now boy, I've got one request. When you come back, I want you to spend a few days with me. It won't kill you." "I can't. I have work and plans and..." "I haven't seen you forever. I'm asking for three little days. Actually, I'm tell you. From the moment you arrive back here, I will not release Dylan back into your care for 72. Reschedule your plans." The two weeks were a lot quieter than i had expected. I didn't want to call Dylan and make him feel I was crouding him. I told him to call me if he needed, but he didn't. I pulled back down the drive and parked. And no one came to meet me. I walked inside. There was Uncle Nick, as much of a hunk as ever. Man that tight ass. "Uncle NIck. Oh, I've missed you." They gave eachother a long hug. Nick started to move in for a kiss. "Where's Dylan?" "Oh, busy, out back. I guareentee he wont be in for awhile." With that, the groaping and kissing commensed, leading to NIck pulling me into the hall bath for a couple quick sucks and two tasty mouth fulls of cum, both equally enjoyed by both as they passed them back and for in one last kiss. "So, i'm glad you can stay for more than ten minutes this time. I shipped my circle jerk this week just in case you had other ideas, which you'd better not. I love my circle jerks." "Actually, I do have to go. I thought I'd stay through dinner, but then I have got to get back, really. But you're coming to visit next month." "Your grandpa isn't. You never invited him." "I just can't stay. So, how was Dylan?" "A little rough around the edges at first, but then he fit right in. Made a few friends even." "Oh, that's so great to hear. I've been worried. Nick, did you pick up anything about his sexual behavior. I just get the feeling that he's, feel, you know, with the cheerleaders and girls around, well... I think he might be a whore. But I can't bring it up." "What make you say that?" "I don't know. No reason. Just a vibe." "Well, I wouldn't worry. Dylan and I had a lot of time to get to know each other. I think he's got a good head on his shoulders and knows just what he wants." "That means so much, NIck. Thank you." "I've missed you so much." I started rubbing his nipples through his shirt, which I know always shoots his dick straight up. "I promise, as soon as Dylan is off to school, we will pick back up where we left off. Trips we've had planned forever. Talking every day. Fucking every night." "I can't wait." And they kissed tenderly again. Grandpa came in the back door, "Well, Dylan got tied up. He won't be around till after super." "Tied up? He knew I was coming." "well, he has a will of his own. As long as he's not hurting anyone, let him be." "Well, Uncle Nick, time for a little afternoon delight then?" "Later. After dinner. Well have time, I promise." "Ok. Grandpa, watch some porn?" "My, the coutry does make you horny, doesn't it boy. BUt I'm going to start making dinner." "Well, you guys sure have mellowed out in your old age. Fine. I'll go take a nap before dinner. I'm bushed." I went upstairs and laid on Dylans bed. As i guess, his bags weren't packed yet. I pulled the sheets back and found a black tong. Since when did Dylan start wearing these? I put them to my nose. Yes, these are Dylans alright. I gave a little lick and dozed with them drapped on my head. After dinner, I was starting to get impatient, "So, do you know where Dylan is? Can I call him to come home?" "Boy, let me be. He only has three more days to play." "Grandpa, listen, I can't stay. I tried to arrange my schedule, but I just couldn't." "You just couldn't spend three days at home. I don't understand what's happened to you boy. You used to love us. What changed?" "You know I love you guys. You're my family. Besides mom, you're all I have. I just don't always know what's best for Dylan, and it's hard, and I try to do my best." "Well, my boy, you might be surprised how well he's adapted here. He's taken responsability to heart and puts his all into everything he treies." "Dylan?" "Yes. Why, you should see the tool she out back. Remember what a mess it was? He clean it up, decorated, made it real nice. He's even been staying down there at night the last few nights." "Wow. That's great. It's really great. Ok, maybe I was wrong. But I still have to leave tonight." "My boy, why don't you just walk down there and see what he's done for yourself. Maybe you'll change your mind about what's best for Dylan." "Ok." I walked down to the old tool shed where I used to give blow jobs to the local boys. I saw there was a light on. Same old Dylan. Can't even turn a light off. I walked in. "Hi, dad." There was Dylan, lying on a plastic, blow up couch. He was almost naked except for the black undies. I could tell by the way he was lying, his wrists were bound together behind him. And he was wearing a dog collar around his neck, connecting him by chain to the ceiling in the center of the room. "I'd get up, but it'a a lot of work. Can't go to far anyways. The chain won't let me reach anything except this couch. But I've got tv." Against the wall was a tv showing a group of guys in lether chaps, all taking turns fucking a guy in a sling. "I haven't seen you in two weeks. You don't have anything to say?" "Fuck." Grandpa walked in, "Oh, no, not yet. No one has pluck his cheery, I promise. I told you I'd watch over him." "Grandpa, I sware. I will never talk to you again after this." "OK, I'll make you a deal. If you still feel that way by the end of your three days here, fine. I won;t fight. I won't call. You can be done with me. But you've got to give me the three days." "Never. Dylan, we're leaving." "Now, boy. You need to learn to listen like your son here has. Look how well he behaves." "I'm a good boy, dad." "You said you weren't going to bring up sex. You promised." "Dylan, did I ever bring up the subject?" "Nope, never." "He found the porn. I just let him watch. Turns out he likes the bondage stuff." "Who knew?" Dylan piped in. "So, my boy. Here is the deal. Dylan here is, well, basically he is my slave. BUt fear not, you can win him back. I've made a list of 15 goals you must accomplish in that time." "That's one goal for each year I've been alive." "Thank you, Dylan." "If you accomlish all 15, he's yours. And for bonus, his chastity belt gets unlocked too. If you don't, I keep him here with me." "That is absolutely rediculous." "I need you to prove to me... to Dylan... hell, to all of us that you love him enough to fight for him. Well, do you?" "Well, do you dad?" "Dylan, I love you enough to get you out of here, now." "Now, boy. I thought you might say that. I hated to do this, get the police involved and all, but you are trying to steel my rightful property. BUck, come on in." Buck, a town cop, popped in at just the right time. I started to go crazy. "Look at what this man has done? He should be in jail for life." BUck, walking up behind Dylan, "NOw, I've had a report that you are trying to steal this boy. I hate to hear that. I'd have to take you in. And with his present outfit, it might not suite too well for you." "This is all rediculous. This is my son." Buck said, "well, there's just one way to settle this." Leaning down with one hand resting on Dylan's ass and the other rubbing his nipple, "just whose stave are you at this very moment?" "I'm my great grandfathers." "Grandpa?" "My boy, didn't I always let you do anything you wanted? And didn't I always say you would never have to do anything you didn't want to do? Why can't you give your son the same curtesy? He's not hurting anyone. Let him be who he is." At that, I turned to face Dylan. "Dylan, is this what you really want? This?" "Dad, thank go I came here when I did, or my life might have been as fucked up as yours has been. I've been so confussed about everything for a long time. Do you know how great it is to not be afraid of people judging you and just doing whatever your heart tells you too?" Grandpa piped in, "Or your dick." "I want you to respect me dad. To understand me. And to love me enough." With that, I turned to grandpa and said, "Fucking-A, what do I have to do?" "Glad you asked, my boy. Well, fifteen assignments in three days. Lets start. Tell you what. The first one I'll give you as a freeby. 1) Get a stranger- that's a stranger to you, my boy- to blow a load in Dylan's mouth." "What?" "So, Buck, you're a stranger to my grandson, right? What do you say? Care to help a brother out?" "I'll consider it an act of the badge to serve the people." With that, he wipped his cock out of the fly of his pants in less than a second and had it in Dylan's mouth. Dylan was taking all 8 inches like he was born with a gag reflecs. Grandpa stapped over to me and, with a hand on my ass, "So, what you think? Even better than you, I'd say." "No one's better than me at sucking dick. You always told me that." "Well, times have changed. We have a new winner." Buck, knees buckling, shouted, "I'm going to cum!" And so he did. As he stepped away, cum was dripping down his chin. "It's ok, Dylan. This one doesn't have to go in the vace." And with that, Dyland swallowed, bringing a smile to his face. Not able to reach his hands around, he tried to get the last few drops on his chin with his tounge. Buck, exiting, tucked his dick back in his pants and said, "Thanks, boys. Well, Pete, i guess we're even now." "Even about what?" I asked Grandpa chuckled, "Well, I said he could have a Dylan blowjob if he threatened to arreste you to keep you here. It's good to make the rules." "Well, dad, what do you think? Am I as good as you at taking the sausage down my throat?" "Dylan, this is too much. I don't know what to say." "Boy, give it a fucking rest. Wherever you've picked up these moral judgements of yours, they're just youre own fears and you can leave them at the gate. Now tell your boy he's a fucking talented cock sucker." "Dylan, it was amazing." "Thanks, dad." "Now, my boy. There are a couple of rules to this game. Until you complete all 15 tasks, he's still mine. You can not touch him anywhere in anyway. Number 2, no cheating. You cheat on one, I'll just add another. And for the assurance you are not and to make sure you don't try to escape with him, I will be spending every second out here with him. Make up for all the time I haven't had with him. And rule number 3 is your second assignment. From this point on, anytime your son calls you "dad" or "daddy" or any reference of the kind, you have to spit in his face." "I can't do that." "Come on, dad." All eyes turned to me, and I walked over and spit in Dylan's face. "Thank you." "Good boy. I trained him well in just two weeks, haven't I? And lets see, next assignment. I'll pace you, boy, so you don't fll behind. I know. Goal number 3, get fucked by your Uncle Nick and when you shoot, shoot it in Dylan's hair. See, Dylan can't bath the next three days either. I thought the cum in the hair would be nice." "But, grandpa, I've never even been naken in front of him." "Never? High time. Dylan, tell me the truth. How long have you been wishing you could see your dad naked?" "I guess since a little before I started jacking of to fantasies of him naked. And stealing his dirty underware to jackoff too." "Oh, that's sweet, Dylan. Well, do you have anything to say back to your son?" "Really? You too?" And with that, I slowly undressed for my son. And finally, off came the boxers. "Well, Dylan. Here I am." "Dad, you're beautiful." "Yes, he is." Said Nick, his closes in a hump by the door. "I've always thought so. I remember the first time we went skinny dipping. You were maybe twelve. I knew I would be holding my breath till the day I was inside you." "And I wanted you to be so bad." And with that, they kissed. Hands started going crazy, running up and down our backs, necks, chest. I started sucking on Nicks pecks and watched him moan with pleasure and see his dick dart straight up with each lick. Before long, we were on the dirty floor of that old shed, 69ing each other as we groaped for as much of the other's dick's we could get. With a sudden jolt, Nick twisted me around and had me on all fours. Nick had been waiting for this moment for a long time. He spread my cheeks and dug his tounge down deeper than I had ever felt it before. He couldn't get enough, licking, biting,, blowing. Finally, Nick sat up and plunged his dick down my ass. I didn't realize how empty I felt till then. I wanted his dick up in me every second of the day. With each thrust he pounded harder and my ass bucked back even more. We went on for a good fifteen minutes, sweet pouring off each of us. My hole getting stretched in a way it should have been a long time ago. Then, I opened my eyes for the first time and realized I was starring right at my son. Our eyes conected. He was seeing his dad get pounded by a huge cock. ANd at that moment, Nick let out a loud moan and shot a load of his cum into my longing ass. As he layed in a stun of exstasy, I pulled off of him, stood up and walked to Dylan, stroking my cock and keeping my eyes locked with his. When I got up to him, his face just inches from my throbbing dick, I looked down at him and said, "Close your eyes." In an instant, load after load of my cum was coating my son's face and hair. Grandpa, now naked and stroking his cock ass well, "Well, that's better than porn. Too bad your tounge wont reach to lick up all of your daddy's delicious cum from your face. Well, you can on Monday. Alright, everyone, bedtime. Big day tomorrow. 3 down, 12 to go. And with that, Nick took me by the hand and walked me outside and to the house, still naked. Still feeling his cum up inside me. "Tonight, we're in the same bed." And I replied, "And tomorrow and the day after." Before we went to sleep, he spread my legs one last time to lick up as much of his cum out of my ass as he could. Then he crawled up to me, shared a cum filled kiss, and drifted to sleep in each others arms.