Date: Sat, 9 Nov 2013 15:47:35 -0000 From: Fun_seeker Subject: Friends Grandson 6 Friend's Grandson Comes to Stay - Part 6 (M/B) If you are a minor, meaning you have not attained the age of majority, i.e.: "legal age", for the jurisdiction in which you reside, or material of this nature is illegal in the same, please close the window in which you are reading this disclaimer or as necessary, the computer browser you are using, immediately. This story is fictional, as are all the characters and are the product of my imagination. However, the locations and places mentioned in the Costa Blanca, Spain and the UK do exist. All rights reserved. All parts of these documents are ¸ Copyright 2013 by the author, and may not be reproduced in any form without the author's consent. Nifty.org has permission to reproduce it on their website. I would like to thank Andy Mann (See prolific author list for his stories) for his help in proofing and editing this story. I would welcome any feedback, comments, plot suggestions etc on this story to fun_seeker@btinternet.com Please, if possible, donate to Nifty via the following: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Andy continues with the story. When I woke, I could sense that Paul was not in bed with me. I checked my phone and realised why when I saw it was after ten o'clock. After a quick slash, I went to look for Paul and found him in the study. "Morning sleepy head, finally decided to join the land of the living have we?" Paul joked. "Yes, sorry, I think all of our sex yesterday must have drained me. I came four times and there was that long edging session. How long have you been up? What's the plan for today?" "I have been up about an hour or so. Why don't you make us a couple of cups of tea and grab yourself some breakfast. After that, you can have a shower and sort yourself out. I still have about an hour or more work to do, so you may as well get some swim practice in. I'll get myself sorted after that and we then need to pop to the shops to restock. You are eating me out of house and home!" Anyway, it was not long before I was going through the study on the way to the pool after sorting myself out. As I passed Paul he called out, "I see it's not just your face you stuffed this morning then. I think you will find it an interesting feeling swimming with the balls in." I assumed Paul had seen the pull string from the anal balls hanging out my arse. "Well you said you enjoyed it, so I though I would give it a try." Paul was right, it felt great walking with the balls in. When I started swimming, I found that as I did my turns at the end of the pool the balls mashed together over my prostate causing precum to pump out of my cock. I am not sure if the drag from my hard cock in the water helped with my speed though. An hour and a bit later, Paul called down to say he was going to get ready to go to the supermarket. If I wanted to come, I needed to shower and get dressed. He said he would put a jock out for me if I was going, as I would probably need something to soak up the precum if the balls worked on me as they did him. When I got up to the bedroom, I saw that Paul had put out a bright yellow jock for me. The mesh pouch felt strange when I put it on but the jock did a good job of keeping my rampant cock under control. Luckily, Paul only had a thirty-two inch waist and it seems he liked a tight fit so his underwear was not too loose on my thirty-inch waist. I noticed that my leaking precum had already caused the yellow material to darken. When we were walking around the supermarket collecting the shopping I began to wonder if leaving the balls up my arse was such a good idea as I could feel the jock getting wetter with my precum. Well there was nothing I could do about it now. I just hoped it would not leak through and make a dark spot on my light grey shorts. We were soon back in the car and on our way back to the villa, everything was going fine until Paul hit a speed bump a little too fast lifting me slightly off the car seat. As I fell back the balls were pushed up in my arse by the impact, smacking into my prostate and I could not help but blow a large load of cum. The jock had no chance of containing it. "Fuck!" "What's up Andy, you OK?" said Paul all concerned, until he turned towards me and saw the front of my shorts completely soaked through with cum. "Serves you right you randy bugger, you should not have worn the balls down to the shops." "Well you could at least have warned me what a fucking turn on it is with them in! At least we are home now. I won't go out with them in again, now I know what affect they can have!" Later that afternoon we were messing around in the pool. Paul swam to the side and started to pull himself out but flopped down with his body on the pool deck, legs still in the water leaving his arse in the perfect position. I could not resist so swam into the attack. I pulled his checks apart and plunged my tongue into his crack giving his rosebud a good lick. "Hey that's not fair, I give you two hours to stop doing that!" I carried on working on him with my tongue and his ring soon relaxed so I could worm my tongue in. "Come on Andy, lets get out. I want you to fuck me." As we got out of the pool, Paul picked up one of the towels and the suntan cream and we walked over to one of the plastic sun beds. Paul adjusted the headrest and spread the towel out. He lay down on his back and lifted his legs with his arms to spread his arse. This was the first time I was going to fuck him face to face, since before I had fucked him doggy fashion. "Shall I run up and get some lube?" "No, just use the suntan lotion, it will be fine." I squirted out a good dollop of lotion and lubed up my cock and Paul's arse. This was going to be the first time I saw Paul's' face as I entered him. As before, I found as soon as I pressed my cock to his hole, he sucked me in and my bush was soon rubbing his arse. I braced myself against his legs and started to pound him. It was great to see the look of ecstasy on Paul's face as my cock hit his prostate on each stroke. By alternating rabbit fucking Paul with longer slow strokes, I found I could hold back my orgasm giving him the maximum enjoyment. After about ten minutes of fucking Paul like this, I felt his balls draw up and knew he was getting close to cumming. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, I am going to blow." With that Paul shot his first load of spunk which landed on the towel above his head, the second spurt landed on his face and the third on his chest. I didn't notice where the remaining spurts landed as Paul's clamping arse triggered my orgasm and I blew a big load up his arse. As our orgasms passed, Paul clamped his legs around my arse, holding my cock inside him. After kissing him for a bit I started to lick the cum off his face. As my cock started to soften, I said to Paul. "You will have to move you legs and let me get up as I need a piss." "No need. Just piss in my arse, I have always wanted to find out what a piss enema felt like." "Are you serious?" "Yep go for it, if any piss leaks out, it's only the towel that's going to get wet and we can easily throw it in the wash." Ok, he asked for it. To start with, it felt like I only managed to force out a little spurt of piss. However once the seal was broken so to speak, I got a good flow going and had soon filled Paul's arse with my piss. "Good that feels amazing having your hot piss filling my arse. I always wondered what it would feel like but had never had a chance to do it with anyone until now." It felt good to me too, my cock in an arse full of my hot piss. We stayed like that for a few minutes but then we could both feel that my softening cock was going to get pushed out of his arse. As I got up off the sun bed I could see that considering all the piss I had filled his arse with, he had managed to hold most of it in. There was only a small damp patch on the towel. We went over to the pool shower, I got in first and did not realise what was going to happen as Paul turned so his back to me and bent forward slightly. Next thing, my groin was sprayed with the hot piss and cum mixture as Paul emptied himself out. I could not help but laugh as said, "Fuck Paul, we are one kinky pair of buggers. I suppose that was my just rewards for filling you up." After showering ourselves clean, I got out of the shower, but Paul remained and started to unscrewed the showerhead from the hose. I stayed to watch, as I wondered what he was going to do. He adjusted the temperature and flow, and then knelt down before sticking the hose up his arse. I then realised be was going to give himself an enema with clean water in order to flush any remaining piss out of his arse. He did it a couple of more times until the water was clean. Paul then asked me if I wanted to try. We swapped places, Paul had me kneel with my arse towards him and he eased the tube into me. It was a strange feeling my rectum filling up with the warm water. When I realised I could not take anymore, I had Paul take the hose out. I turned and shot the water out of my arse towards the shower drain. When we repeated the process a second time and the water came out clean. "Paul, now I am cleaned out do you think you could see how many fingers you could get up my arse. Your hand is not that much bigger than mine. I wonder if you might be able to fist me." "I'll give it a try if you are sure. You must let me know if it gets too much for you. I'll be surprised if you can take my fist at the first attempt, it might take a few days work to get you loose enough. Mind you, having said that you took my fat knob up your arse with out too much trouble at the first attempt. Let's go up on the terrace in the shade. You need to get comfy for this as it may take a while and I'll need to use proper lube not the suntan oil you used to fuck me." I decided it would probably best if I knelt on the sofa, so at least my knees were on something soft if I was going to be in this position for a while. When Paul came back, as well as the lube he had also bought an inflatable dildo from the toy box. After opening me up with his fingers until he could get four in, Paul inflated the dildo until it was about the same diameter as my own cock. He then lubed it up and shoved it up my hole. As he pushed it in, it milked a big dollop of precum out of me. It was fortunate I had put a double layer of towel over the sofa to catch any dribbles. I think a lot more fluid might be coming out yet. He then gave me the inflator bulb, telling me to inflate the dildo slowly until it started to hurt a little, then pause and when I felt ready pump in a bit more air. Over the next ten minutes or so, I slowly stretched my ring open. I had to let some air out a couple of times when I pumped a little too enthusiastically and it hurt too much. It did feel fantastic to have my arse so full of dildo. I now had a string of precum running from my dick to a puddle on the towel. It was only when I felt I could not pump in any more air that I noticed that my dick had gone soft. I had been concentrating on the feelings in my arse and had not realised. "Fuck," I said, "it feels like I have a coke can stuck up there." "Well, if anything I think it's bigger than a coke can. Let me take a picture to show you." With that, he grabbed my iPad off the coffee table and took a picture. When he showed it to me, it did look amazing to see this huge black dildo sticking out of my stretched arse hole. "Do you think you can get your hand in now?" I asked. "Well if I can't now I don't think I ever will. I think if you try to put any more air in the dildo it will explode. Let me lube up my hand, then as soon as you let the air out I'll pull the dildo out and try and get my hand in before your ring closes back up." Once Paul was lubed up, I let the air out of the dildo, he pulled it out and dropped it on the floor while quickly getting his hand into my arse. I felt a bit of extra pressure on my ring but it soon passed. I was not sure if he had got his hand in or not and asked him. "No, not yet, just working it in," Paul replied. I felt my hole stretch further and bit my lip so that I didn't make any noise that would make Paul stop. I could feel the shape of his fist, his knuckles pressing against my muscle as he stopped for a moment to add more lube. "Are you okay?" he asked me, to which I nodded. "Okay then, this is it. The next push will get me past your ring." I took a deep breath as Paul pushed and twisted his hand once more and with a gasp, I felt myself push forward slightly and the pressure inside my tunnel was immense. My cock stiffened immediately as my prostate felt the full force of the inward push. "Are you OK? I have all my hand in you now." I just nodded. I then felt him form his hand into a fist and slowly push his arm into me until his knuckles were pressing against my prostate. He then slowly rocked his knuckles across my prostate, massaging it. I had never felt anything like it as he continued to massage my insides, it felt like one continuous orgasm but without shooting. After a couple of minutes of Paul milking me gently, he pulled his arm back and thrust in again. He slowly built up speed and thrust deeper until it felt like he was punching my prostate. It did not take much of this treatment before I blew the biggest load of my life. Once I got my breath back I said to Paul, "God, I can understand now why you enjoyed me fisting you so much the other day." While I was still in the afterglow of my best ever orgasm Paul said, "Ok now the difficult bit, I need to get my arm out of you. Hopefully it won't hurt you as you are so relaxed." In fact Paul was able to unclench his fist and pull his arm and hand out with out a problem. I did not even feel any tug on my ring as he pulled than I had felt when he went in. "OK what's the damage, what's my arse look like?" I asked. Paul took another picture on my iPad and showed me. It was strange to look at my gaping arsehole but it looked like I would live. I could not see any blood or tearing. Paul then helped my get off the sofa, as my legs had cramped up a bit and I hobbled to the bathroom. After showering, I went down and sat in the shallow end of the pool to cool my arse off while Paul got on with some work emails. That evening Paul took me to a Tapas bar in Benidorm Old Town. It was the first time I had Tapas. Normally when I have been in Spain staying with Gran and Gramps we have stuck to the British restaurants, Gramps did not like anything to exotic! Over the meal Paul told me while I had been in the pool he had been on line and booked us into a hotel in Valencia for Friday and Saturday night. He told me the plan was to set off early Friday morning because he first wanted to take me to a place called Sagunto, which was about two hours drive from here, to the north of Valencia. Sagunto, he said, the town was famous for its Roman castle and theatre. Then after seeing the ruins and having lunch we would head back to Valencia. We would have all day Saturday to explore Valencia and could have a leisurely drive back on the Sunday. "Paul," I said. "Thanks, you're fantastic to take me on such a trip, but you are being much too extravagant!" After the Tapas meal, we stopped off for a coffee on the terrace of a gay bar in the Old Town. The two Dutch owners made us very welcome, as Paul was a regular customer. He explained to me that there were about twenty or so gay bars in Benidorm, which were owned mainly by the British, Spanish or Dutch. They range he told me, in style from a bar like this were even my grandparents would feel welcome to the very seedy where if you wanted to, you could go in the dark room, strap yourself in a sling and get fucked senseless. "Um, sounds my sort of bar," I joked. "Are we going tonight?" "You slut, it will be at least four years before they would even let you though the door and even then I think they would worry about you being underage! Mind you the thought of having you in a sling and fucking you silly does have a certain appeal." When Paul went into to pay for our coffees, I could hear the two owners joking with him about his new toy boy. Well if only they knew!