Date: Tue, 16 May 2023 06:50:14 +0000
From: smokingpervbear@proton.me
Subject: Grampas-Friends-03

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Chapter 3

Grampa Tom and I rode in the car through the leafy suburbs for what felt
like hours. Trees rushed by and the radio sang out hits from the 70s over
the rumbling of the engine block out front. Throughout the journey, he
kept his hand on my chubby, bare leg brushing back the shorts material
and tickling and rubbing at my groin with his little finger. He always
made my cock jump to attention beneath my huge boy belly and Grampa would
sideeye his approval and smile. I loved these moments. Watching the world
go by, thinking about my dads imminent release and feeling Grampa's soft
caressing touch despite his hard calloused hands. My tender ass opening
still ached from the fingering Jeremy the Mailman had given me, but the
soothing balm that Grampa had applied after my swift shower gave me some
comfort. Grampa would stop every so often to hop out and carry his heavy
frame to the door of some random house and speak to the male owner that
answered the door in hushed voices. The men would dart their eyes in my
direction and they would nod in agreements and then the exchange would be
over. Grampa never spoke as to what the conversations would be about but
would just `hmmmph' when he returned to the car and light up another
cigarette.
We eventually arrived at a garage which seemed pretty old and run-down.
The gas machines out front were rusted and caked in dirt but seemed to be
functioning and a couple of cars were inside the shop in various states
of repair. Music blared over the tangy system masking the sounds of
hammering and drilling. I could not as yet see over the dashboard to find
the noisemakers so I waited until the car had come to a complete stop to
undo my seatbelt. I spied the garage sign for the first time and furrowed
my frown in curiosity.
"`BL Motors: Servicing you and yours for 40years. No problem too
small'" What does BL stand for, Grampa?" I wondered.
"Private joke, Christopher. Wanna come with and see an old friend? I
think you might have met him already." Grampa asked.
I shrugged and exited the car, feeling the heat throw me backwards. I
inhaled the thick air and looked around. The area was old and most of the
houses, abandoned, lay decrepit and unloved. It looked like it could have
been a nice neighbourhood once upon a time but now it was just, sad.
Motorcycles and dingy pickup trucks littered the front lawns across the
road while men of all shapes, ages and sizes sauntered in and out of the
dilapidated buildings, some in states of undress or zipping up their
jeans. One biker emerging from the nearest shack clocked me and stared at
me for an age. He had a thick, greying goatee and slicked back hair,
which he smoothed as he straightened his leather vest over his wide,
bare, hairy chest. His face was strewn with tattoos and he kept his gaze
on me, relighting an extinguished cigar while I closed the car door. A
youth followed him out of the ramshackle structure and the young boy
seemed to be asking for extra cash, rubbing his fingers and thumb
together toward the biker. The biker ignored him and straddled his huge
Harley which he brought to life with a kick to the pedal. He sped off,
passing me at the slowest pace, nodding at my Grampa as if knowingly.
"Hey there Jeff" Grampa waved as he greeted the passing biker. `Jeff'
nodded and continued on accompanied by the insanely loud rattle of Harley
on tarmac.
I followed Grampa Tom toward the open door of the garage. This Is when I
first spotted the large, bear like man hunched over the open bonnet of a
car. His overalls, once red, had been smeared in years of grease and
dirt. The sleeves had been cut off to allow his huge arms to flex and
breathe and these tattooed arms too had dirt all the way across the
forearms to the hands now resting on his hips. The back of this bears
head had a line of hair travelling across his head above a flurry of
tattoos on the nape of his neck with a large bald patch on top. This too
was filthy with grime and a days worth of grease and dirt atop. Grampa
greeted the man with a `Hey' and the bearman turned to his visitor,
revealing his familiar barrelled hairy chest and removed the cigarette
dangling on his lips with his blackened hand.
"Tom! How are ya, mate? Long time. Thanks for the heads up the other
week. Definitely needed tha..." He noticed me for the first time "And he
brought young Christopher along!". It was the mechanic from the
restroom! My stout cocklet stirred and sprang out, tenting my tight
shorts. He winked in my direction and threw his hand at me for a shake. I
reached out my plump hand and returned the gesture before he pulled me
toward him, hunched down and kissed me on the lips, his hand holding my
head steady. His thick beard tickled at my chubby chin and cheeks and he
smelled of metal and garage but I allowed his tongue full and
immediate entry. The smoky, metallic breath mixed with my own and I
inhaled as I felt his meaty tongue explore my mouth. Then it was over as
soon as it begun. He straightened up and and sighed, contentedly.
"Good to see you again, Christopher. I'm Eric by the way." he said
looking at me. Eric leaned against the open bonneted car and fished out a
cloth to wipe his hands. "What can I do for you fine gentlemen?"
"Just called by to extend an invite to the farmhouse." Grampa explained
"It's happening in a few weeks and thought you and Tiny Tim might be
interested. Speaking of that sum'bitch, where is he? Passed out drunk
across the road?"
"He's in the back, doing his thing" Eric shrugged, rolling his eyes.
Suddenly, there was a racket in the back of the shop. The bathroom door
burst open and racing out of it came a young boy a little shorter than
myself and half my stout size. He ran toward us and when he spotted me,
came to a hard stop. His face was red and flustered, his blonde hair
ruffled and wet with sweat. The sun caught in his deep brown eyes and he
threw back his head as though to scream. Instead, his face screwed up and
he sneezed an almighty sneeze, it reverberating around the garage.
Following him out of the bathroom came a huge obese man, unkempt around
the face with a trucker cap on his head. His denim shirt was filthy and
lying open revealing a black vest underneath which covered his enormous
belly. He faltered and stumbled while he fastened his jeans buttons
in vain with both hands, his softening dripping cock still hanging out
through his zipper and came over to the men, eventually stowing away his
dick. He stopped just behind Eric and nodded his hellos to each of us,
with glazed eyes. He stunk of beer and piss and there was a fresh damp
circle developing on his crotch.
"Oh for fucks sake Billy" Tiny Tim gasped as he noticed the young boy.
We shot glances to the blonde cutie. Thick, milky white cum had exploded
from the boys nostrils from the sneeze and was running down his face over
his mouth. Billy stuck out his tongue through his lips and licked at his
nose to get at the fresh juice. Tiny Tim stepped forward and took his hat
off to help the boy wiping the hat roughly across the boys face.
"Grr. Go run home to your ma and get cleaned up" Tiny Tim growled. He
slapped the boy on the buttocks, returning his hat atop his head and
Billy sidled off down the street.
"Sorry bout that. Still getting used to it. I think his hayfever is
acting up again. Hey, who's this portly young pig?" he waved a hand at
me.
"This is Grampa Tom's `portly pig'. He's quite talented in the
ways" Eric chimed in.
"Oh, this is him huh?" Tiny Tim seemed impressed as he looked me up and
down. He looked at Grampa Tom. "Can I have a go? I reckon I have another
load in the tank" he said as he danced on the balls of his feet.
"Please?".
Grampa having lit a cigarette, inhaled deeply and shrugged. "Not up to
me mate. The boy is allowed a say" glancing at me while exhaling and
raising his eyebrows.
Everyone's eyes turned to me. I shuffled momentarily on my feet then
moved forward toward Tiny Tim keeping my eyes dead ahead. I moved past
Grampa and Eric and ignored their inquiring stares. I stood in front of
this hulking brute and reached forward for his jeans zip. He had to lean
backwards a little raise his bloated belly away and upwards to allow me
access. I heard him inhale a little as he felt my hand take the zip while
the other hand pulled his jeans towards me. I unzipped him slowly and
once the pull had reached the limit, I reached inside and fished out his
cock. It was now again semi-hard and it smelled cummy and a little fishy.
I took the bearcock in my hands and looked Tiny in the eyes. Then as I
leaned in to taste, I lost sight of his eyes for the belly blocking my
view. I stuck my tongue out and immediately tasted fresh precum and not
so fresh cum. It was very tasty and of course it wasn't my first time
tasting a mans slimy dick. I swept my tongue around the mushroom head and
up and down the shaft a few times, listening to Tiny moan in pleasure.
Then I stepped back away from him, took his hand and lead him back the
bathroom from which he had burst from before. I looked back to see Grampa
fondling Eric, the mechanic now at full mast beneath the overalls. As I
turned the corner, Grampa had already leaned in for a smoky kiss exchange
with Eric.
Tiny followed me into the bathroom and once inside, I realised just how
small it was with his bulk taking up most of the available space. He took
me by the waist and lifted me to stand on the toilet. He leaned in
immediately to kiss me, his straggly stubble rubbing and scratching my
face. It tickled but I liked it and he made short work of sticking his
tongue inside my mouth for full exploration. He unbuckled my shorts and
lowered them in haste, quickly taking my tiny cocklet and balls in his
rough and searching hand. I stepped out of the shorts and kicked them
aside onto the filthy floor. I could taste the recently consumed beer on
his breath. I loved that aroma. Grampa often tasted like that after a
night out with pals. We continued to explore each others mouths and I
raised my hands to play with Tony's nipples through his black vest. He
moaned and without saying word, used the material to expose them for full
access. He growled in pleasure from the yanking I was giving them. Tiny
suddenly then spun me around and holding my waist with one hand, pushed
my over with the other on my back. I duly leaned over and braced myself
against the back wall. Now with both hands free, Tiny spread my chubby
ass cheeks to the side and stuck his unshaven face deep in my crack. He
roughly rubbed his face up and down scratching and tearing my delicate
and bruised pink star. He moaned and came up for some air "Damn piggy,
what you got on this ass? It tastes of peppermint. Daddy likey". Tiny
had discovered the balm that Grampa had applied earlier that day and
indeed he must have liked, as he quickly stuck his fat and slimy tongue
deep inside my asscrack and probed and prodded for what seemed like an
age. I was in heaven and it felt like his tongue was only millimetres
from my little boybutton prostate. I wanted more but Tiny had other
ideas. He straightened and took me by the hips to lower me to the ground.
Then he grabbed my right thigh, lifted and planted my foot onto the
toilet. My ass was now on full show and perfect for access by his now
fully erect cock.
"Are you using lube?" I enquired.
"Nah piggy. Tiny going in rough. Squeal for me" and as he said so, he
lined up his cock to my soaking wet ass and pushed all the way in without
giving me time to adjust. I did indeed squeal like a fat piggy and I my
face screwed up in pain. He had managed to work his entire shaft all the
way inside and strangely, despite the initial searing pain of having my
ass invaded so evilly, I became accustomed after a few moments. Tiny took
hold of my hips and started grinding. Having already cum not long before,
he took his time to enjoy my tight ass that took his cock like a vice and
pulsed and squeezed at it while he pounded away. He let his full belly
weight lay on my back making it arch giving his cock priority access to
my boy nubbin settle deeply within my innards. Tiny continued to thrust
his cock deep within my boy chute and his thick bulbous mushroom head
could be felt grinding and rubbing against my underdeveloped baby
prostate. I had to sturdy myself against the bathroom wall as he plunged
his dick in and out of me. I felt his cock stretch and sweep into and out
of my tight opening, feeling every vein and bump on the cock surface. I
was in ecstasy and didn't want it to stop. He leaned over and nibbled at
my neck the beard giving me a rash and soon he bit down hard as I felt
him stiffen. He shoved his dick deeper with a few short thrusts
indicating that he was approaching the most perfect orgasm. He stifled
his moans by biting me further and a warm sensation within my bowels and
soon globs of thick pearly white cum trickled down my leg. Then he stood
tall and as he softened within me, he stepped back and his body fell to a
standing limp. He chuckled to himself and slapped me on the buttocks.
"Jeez. Eric was right. You can take a man dick like no other, kid."
Without saying much else, he started lifting his jeans to redress,
pushing the door open with his butt. I followed him out locating my
shorts and putting them on, the cum flowing still down my leg onto my
socks staining them. I used my other foot to give it a cursory wipe.
We re-entered the garage floor and it appeared empty except for the sound
of familiar porn playing somewhere in the open space. As we approached
the source of the noise, I caught sight of Eric in the drivers seat of
the car he was working on with Grampa in the passenger seat, leaning over
the centre console, Erics beautifully hard dick in his mouth. Grampa was
mauling on his cock, whilst Eric was busy watching Grampa's homemade
porn on his phone, sweating profusely and enjoying the throws of a well
earned orgasm. Grampa gagged and cum frothed out of his mouth as Eric
pulsed waves and waves of bear juice into my Grampas mouth. Eric spied me
watching and took a finger and wiped it upward on his cummy shaft. He
took the glob at the end of the finger and held it out to me. I stepped
forward and took his finger into my mouth and playfully sucked on it
while eyeing him. It was gloriously salty and sweet at the same time.
Grampa sat up and swallowed the last drop, wiping any excess from his
mouth. Eric took his pack of cigarettes and shared one to each of his
friends, then a lighter was passed to ignite their well earned smokes. I
sat and took a rest, watching the men and listening to their horny chat.
"So, you think you'd like to come to the farmhouse, Tiny?" Eric asked
leaning back and enjoying his post coital smoke.
"Fuck yeah. Especially if there are more piggy fucks like this boy
there" vaguely pointing at me.
"There will be, don't worry. It's BYOB. There's always a good
variety. Right, we better go. Rounds to do and people to see" Grampa
waved as he took my hand and led me to the car.
"Ready for our next errand, Christopher?" Grampa asked as he brought
the car to life.
"Yes Grampa, let's go" I replied