Date: Sun, 29 Nov 2009 16:11:13 +0000
From: titanic_cock@hotmail.com
Subject: How to Teach My Son the Way Grandpa Did, Part 5

How to Teach My Son the Way Grandpa Did, Part 5 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 1-4. I hope everyone is
enjoying. Comments welcome. titanic_cock@hotmail.com

I woke up the next morning to something I hadn't felt in way too long.
Uncle Nick had his dick deep in me, slowly rocking back and forth. I was
torn because it felt so amazing, but I also wanted to roll over and give
him a big kiss. In the end, he woke up a little more so we could do
both. He pulled out just in time to shoot on my chest and stomach, as I did
as well. Then he laid back on top on me for awhile, blending our creamy
cums between us.

We went down to breakfast and found grandpa had made a spread. I said, "I
thought you were spending every second in the tool shed with Dylan?"

"The boy's got to eat."

I took a bit of toast, "Ah, what is on this?"

"Cum. I made it fresh this morning."

"Grandpa!"

"What? You used to love that. I made it for you everyday before you left
for high school."

"I don't remember that?"

"Oh, well, you might not have know."

I spent the morning on Dylan's 4th assignment, fashioning nipple clamps out
of clothes pins and a sponge. (I added a little velcro attachment, just for
fun). When I put them on him, without actually touching him, as I'm not
allowed, I saw him wince and asked if they were too tight. He said, "No,
they're fine, dad." And then I spit in his face. He has to wear them for
five minutes an hour.

I spent the afternoon with Nick on the porch drinking beers, catching up
and waiting for my next assignment. After I'd wasted most of the afternoon
getting drunk, I went into to see grandpa, "Ok, will you just tell me what
number 5 is?"

"What have you been doing, boy?"

"Drinking beers with Uncle Nick."

"How many have you had?"  "I don't know. Maybe a case?"

"Good. Now, piss on your son."

"You want him to just lie in piss for two days?"

"That little pouch his dick is trapped up in has been getting piss and cum
filled for 2 days so far and I don't hear him complaining."

And with that, and my slight inebriated state, I pulled out my dick and
soaked him from head to dick in piss. Dylan mumbled through a mouth full of
piss, "If I can't eat your cum yet, at least I get to drink you
piss. Thanks, dad." And I spit on him again.

That night, Nick had a few of his old friends over for a night of
poker. "Ok, my boy. Assignments 6 thru 9 are real simple. There are four
men coming over to play poker. At some point during the evening, you've got
to inconspicuously get each one out to the shed, one by one. And Nick
hasn't talked to any of these guys in a month, so none of them know about
Dylan even being here. You got to watch each one either rim or be rimmed by
Dylan, their pick. That's it. I'm going to play, so I won't be there to
watch. But Dylan will be honest with me if you fail."

The four guys were all around Nick's age. And all were equally as hot. We
played for about half an hour when Martin said he was going to piss off the
back porch. I said I would join him. Once outside, I told him to hold his
piss and follow me. We went inside and his chin hit the floor. "Martin, I'd
like you to meet my son, Dylan. Would you please either give him a rim job
or have him give you one? Whichever you prefer." After a moment of shock,
he didn't say a word. He just walked over to Dylan, flipped him on his
stomach and started going to town on his ass hole. Dylan started to moan
and when he turned back over, a fresh batch of cum was soaking his black
thong. Once he stood up, I added, "I told you to hold your piss because I
thought you might want to piss on him." Again, not a word. He just opened
his fly and gushed hot yellow piss up and down Dylan's chest and crotch.

Victim number two was Robert. He had to run out to his car for another pack
of smokes. And, of course, I needed a smoke right that second. Again, my
only excuse was, "Come over here. Want to show you something." Robert
wasn't as shocked by Dylan as, well, really excited.

"Does he need breaking in?", he asked.

"No," I said. "Just wants to rim a hot ass like your tonight. Would you
mind?"

"Fuck, no!" With a whip of his pant, he was naked from the waist down on
all fours in front of Dylan. Dylan work his hole from top to bottom. I was
amazed to watch how fast his tongue could dart in and out. And before we
left, Robert felt he needed to piss on Dylan as well.

Ben was third. We just ended up in the kitchen at the same time and,
getting tired of the silly part of the game, simply said, "Hey, my son is
in the tool shed giving rim jobs if you're up for one. I haven't had one
yet myself, but they look fucking hot." I fell twice as I chased after him
in the dark. By the time I caught up, Ben's as was so completely covering
my son's face, I was afraid he would suffocate him. But Dylan is a pro. He
even used some of his puddles of piss to lube the hole up some more. And
again, Ben contributed to Dylan's piss fund.

Then, I was stuck. Lawrence was a hardcore gambler. He didn't let anything
get in the way of him and his game. After failed attempts at offering him a
slug of whisky or to get high, I leaned over and whispered, "I think
someone's cheating."

"Who?" But I just gave a nod of the head to follow me. Once outside, he
said, "I knew it. Which one of those asses?"

"I don't want them to hear. Follow me. Once inside, I said, "This ass, if
you'd like it. I think my son is a fucking, cheating whore. Would you do me
a favor and see if he'll let you eat is ass out?" In a moment, gambling was
the furthest thing from Lawrence's mind.

Once he was done, and Dylan had moaned again and added another stain to his
dick pouch, Lawrence asked, "Why is your ass soaked in piss, boy?"

"Dylan, without opening his eyes from the glory of his last shoot, said,
"Cause, I like it."

And with that, my tasks were done. Now I could enjoy a few more drinks and
the game. After yet a few more drinks, grandpa suggested we play strip
poker till the end. I was surprised by how quickly they all were to get
naked. It was as if they were trying to loose. In the end, only grandpa and
me had our shorts left, when he beat me with a pair of twos. "Ok, boy. I've
got a little surprise for you." All the now naked men got up and began to
surround me. "I know you thought you were being sneaky, but the truth is,
they all knew about Dylan and his hot ass and tongue before they came. We
were just having some fun. Like we're going to do now." And with that, I
was ambushed. They got me on all fours and went to town. Robert had his
dick in my mouth so fast, i couldn't say anything. Ben got my dick in his
mouth and started sucking as hard as he could. Lawrence and Martin attacked
each nipple, Nick dove his dick in my as, and grandpa just gave orders.

"Hard, pound him harder. Get that cum sucked out of there." Until finally,
someone said, "I'm coming".

Everyone got up, stroking their dicks, and like a fireworks shows, shot of
stream of cum after stream of cum all over me. I was in my hair, on my
face, in my mouth, all over my chest and ass.. I even found some in my ear
an hour later. I laid there, covered in cum, as the men congratulated each
other and left the room. "Well, my boy, it doesn't feel too bad, does it?
Thought it might help you remember what a good time Dylan is having these
days." And he started to leave, "Oh, and, I know you're probably dying to
shoot a load, but I wouldn't. Assignment number ten starts now. You have
until 8 am tomorrow morning to fill 6 hours of porn for your son to
watch. The old recorder is on your bed ready. The boy all divided up the
slots to spend an hour each with you, Nick took two. Hope that helps
yeah. Have a good night."

Cum covered, drunk, and about to face the longest evening of non-stop sex
I'd ever had, I felt in complete bliss and licked the cum off my hand.