Date: Wed, 23 Dec 2009 00:53:18 +0000 From: Eric McKenney Subject: How to Teach My Son the Way Grandpa Did, Part 7 How to Teach My Son the Way Grandpa Did, Part 7 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. I love hearing back. I hope everyone is enjoying. Comments welcome. titanic_cock@hotmail.com "So, you had a good visit?" "Grandpa, I was so mad at you at first, but once again, you came thru. I can't wait to get Dylan involved in the Junior Cadets." "After these past two weeks, I think he'll have a thing or two to teach them. Well, boy, you almost did it. Three more to go. You've had a long night. What don't you go nap this afternoon. Rest up for tonight." "But, I still have 3 tasks left?" "You'll be fine. We will squeeze them in." I slept all day and woke up to a bunch of voices downstairs. I hoped in the shower. Grandpa came in while i was cleaning up. "Clean it all up, boy. I always loved not having a shower curtain. I remember watching you as a boy showering right there. And now look at you. Here's some old clothes of yours to wear. Since so many of the guys have had such a vestided interest in your journey this weekend, I invited them over tonight. There's a keg downstairs. Enjoy the party. I'll call you out to the shed in a bit." I toweled off and found my old clothes were much older than I had expected. It was my first slutboy outfit: cut-off jean shorts and a sntretchy black see thru tank top. I remember both being so loose. Obviously, they weren't loose anymore. Grandpa had cut the a slit in the chest of the shirt so it could fit around, though it was so tight and pulled so thin, you could barely make out any color to it. My nipples stuck out both sides and it only came to mid-way down my torso. The jeans had been cut up so much, there were barely any left. My balls were hanging out. My entire ass was hanging out. And gramps had fastened a chain around the waist just to keep it up. A few days ago, there was no way in hell I would have worn this, let alone worn it in front of all those guys downstairs. But as I'd spent all night last night making a porn for my son, there really wasn't anything to be self conscious about. And beside, I was so horny for the thought of finally getting to be with my son, and these clothes made every inch of me feel like sex, I was anything but apprhensive now to shw my ass down there. "Nice outfit! You wearing your son's stuff now?" The four poker buddies were scattered around the kitchen, gusling beer from the keg. "Here you go. Chug it." As I chugged a huge glass, they each took turns rubbing my nipples and ass. Nick came in and litteraly gave a houl. "Damn, you look hot." And planted a huge kiss on me. Lets get a few more of those beers in you and you'll be good to go." A young boy, maybe 16 or 17, came in from the back door. "Ready for another." He started to fill the huge glass just like mine. One of the guys introduced him as his son, Davey. He was only wearing a jock strap. "I'm the assistant tonight. You've got one fucking hot son. Can't wait to see his dick in your mouth." And he headed back to the shed. After my forth beer, I started to leave to piss when NIck stopped me. "Where you going?" "I've got to piss." "Sorry, can't yet. Just hold it." "I really don't think I can for long. I just chugged 4 beers." "Ok, then I guess it's time. Boys, we'll see you in a few." And Uncle Nick led me to the shed. It was dark with just some candlelight. There was a matress in the middle of the floor covered with a nylon sheet like it was a wrestling matt. Dylan laid there looking so sexy. Grandpa stepped from behind me and grabbed my ass. "Looking hot as ever, boy." Well, 3 to go. First, after four days of cum and piss, it's time to give your son a bath. But remember, still no touching. I've got a hose for yeah. Here's a scrub brush on a broomstick I use to wash the car. You can use the other end of the broomstick later if you'd like. And a bucket of soap and water. Ok, Davey, you can take them off now." And Davey slid Dylan's chastity kock strap off. Then he unties his wrists from behind. Dylan stood there, naked, in front of me. My cock was so hard I thought it would explode. And I turned the hose on him, up and down. He turned around and bent over so I could get a straight shot to his pucker hole. I scrubbed him all over with the soap and brush. I could tell it was rouh on him, but he took it. After one last rince, grandpa said, "Ok, boy, that's good. Number 2. Since we're opening up the last act to the public, I thought it would be nice to have a little more intimate cerimone with just us. You two can get on the mattress, on your knees, facing each other. Davey, can you bring that vase here. Davey." Everyone looked over to see Davey lost in the scent of Dylan's 4 day used undies on his face, rubbing his cock thru his jock strap. "Davey." Davey, embarressed, jumped up and brought the vase. "After all the beer, I'm sure you both have a good gallon of piss in you. Here you go. To symbolize the union of you two as father and son into a new chapter of your lives, let your piss mix as one." He set the vase before us. It was hard to go at first because my dick was so hard. On my knees, I couldn't get the angle right. I was pissing in a giant arch, but the first streams hit Dylan on the chest. I finally got it right and started to fill up the vase. Dylan had the same problem with his nice 7" rod pointing right at me. He pissed all over my chest, dick, legs and then finally made the vase. When the last drops fell on the matt, gramps picked up the vase. "You are now both men as one." He handed me the vase. "Drink." "Are you serious?" "Yes." "Grandpa, I've never just taken a swig of piss." "You've been missing out, boy." And Grandpa took the vase to his lips and drank a slug of our piss. I took the vase and drank it in, thinking how amazing it was to be drinking Dylan's piss. I could have drunk the whole vase by myself, but I passed it to Dylan. He didn't hesitate a bbit, just drank it up. About half the vase was still left as grandpa took it back. "Ok, Nick, bring in the boys." They all came in. "Here you go, boys. Boy, that was number 14. And last, to finish your assignment, each of these men are going to take they turn fucking you in front of your son. There are no more walls or secrets between you two. For now on, you will get to share everything together." And he poured the last of our piss over our heads. I got on all fours with my face just inches from Dylan. Our eyes locked as the first dick slid up my ass. "Does that feel good, dad?" "Oh my god, yes." He slammed my ass for ten minutes before he started to wail and released his cum up my ass. As soon as it was out, the next one was in. Throughout this gang rape, anyone who needed to released some of the beer they'd been gusling, stepped up and pissed all over me and Dylan. By the forth fuck, I'd slip from being on my hand to just resting my face on the piss covered mat, sliding into Dylan's balls. I couldn't resist but took them in my mouth. "If it's ok with you, boy, Nick and I are going to team up and fuck you at the same time. And Davey, surprise for you. You get to fuck Dylan at the same time." I got low to the mat and felt Nick on top of me, easily sliding his dick into my cum filled ass. Then, I felt some adjusting and grandpa carefully work his dick in too. As their grinding became rythmic, I looked up at Dylan to see his face as Davey's dick slip up him. We stared in each other's eyes and slowly came together, connecting at the lips. It was the most sensual, passionate kiss I had ever know. I knew Nick and gramps would last long with their dicks sliding on each other as the streched my hole. I'm not sure who came first, but the one ran right into the other, causing Davey to let out a scream and erupt as well. As they all slid out, I wrapped around Dylan so tight, not a speck of my skin wasn't touching his. We kissed long and deep. I slipped my hands under his ass, feeling fresh cum dripping out. He reached around my ass too, slipping a few fingers in and playing with the cum. I finally broke away and stood up, pulling Dylan up too. I put his arms around my neck and kissed him again as I grabbed his ass and picked him up. His anckles crossed behind my back. I looked at grandpa and said, "Ok, grandpa. I've had enough of your fucking games. Like I said 4 days ago, this is my son and I'm taking him home." "That's my boy." "We leave in the morning, after I make love to my son all night." And I carried Dylan to my bedroom.