Date: Thu, 9 Dec 2021 11:09:52 -0800
From: Marcus Wolf <golemwriter@gmail.com>
Subject: Grandpa's new Boy

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I came into  Liam's room ready for a routine goodnight kiss. Liam was in
his union suit which he called his 'onesie'.  He was not lying down on
his top bunk but instead sitting on the edge by the ladder. "What's
wrong?" I asked. "Papa, you love me, don't you?" His question was a bit
of a surprise. I looked at him quizzically unsure where this question
came from. I assumed we've been doing great these last few months.
Building a family from the broken pieces of both our lives. Since I took
Liam in six months ago, I've treated him like my own son. I have so much
love for this sweet boy it's hard not to shout it from the mountain tops.

Liam's abusive home life forced him on the street when he was just 10 yrs
old. Fearful the authorities might send him back or make things worse, he
lived on the streets of our town for the past year. On a cold snowy
evening shortly before Christmas, I was coming out of the grocery store
fumbling for my gloves. I saw the small boy sitting on the side curb with
a sign and cup. I approached planning to give the lad a few bucks. But as
I drew near, I saw the boy shivering from the cold. Snow stacking on his
threadbare hoodie. "Don't you have a warm place to go?" I asked. "It's
already close to freezing out here." He looked up at me with no
expression. I could see that street life had beaten him down. There was
hopelessness in his eyes that tugged at my heart. He slowly reached up
with his empty cup. My heart sank at the pitiful sight and I realized I
should do more than offer a few bucks.

I reached past the cup grabbing the young man's arm pulling the boy up.
"Come on son. You should come home with me. I'll make us some dinner and
you can get yourself warmed up." He initially shook his head, jerking his
arm away. "I'll tell you what" I said frankly. "I can give you ten bucks
and walk away. Or I can give you a place to stay out of the cold with a
warm meal and soft bed." He looked into my eyes, keeping contact as he
assessed me. There were no signs of deception or risk. He knew that I was
truly offering him a safe place for the evening.  The boy stared at the
ground for several minutes before saying "OK. But no dodge. I can handle
myself!" I smiled holding my hands up. "Got it. No monkey business. No
means No." He smiled at my enactment. The first sign of a normal boy
since we began our conversation. "Come on. My jeep is over there."

We drove to my home just 15 minutes away. I initiated conversation a
couple times but he never spoke during the ride. We turned into the drive
of my modest house. It was in a nice neighborhood, great for families. I
purchased it a few years ago to align with my retirement goals. At 60, I
was downsizing, positioning myself for workless days and getting ready
for the easy life. My partner of 30 years passed suddenly making
retirement a sad and lonely prospect. I missed him terribly. We entered
my home and I immediately showed the boy the bathroom asking that he get
cleaned up for dinner. I said dinner would be ready in about 30 minutes.
He could wash his hands but there was time to take a bath if he wished.
He was apprehensive at first, starting to wash his hands only. He looked
at his dirty face in the giant bathroom mirror. In the reflection, he
could see the big soaking tub and bottle of bubble bath on the side.

A warm bubbly soak was too enticing, saying "I guess maybe a bath would
be best" pointing at the tub. "Sure," I replied, turning on the water. I
set the temperature to 88 degrees then asked "Bubbles?" He smiled at me
nodding his head like the little kid he was. I poured a generous amount
into the tub instantly creating a frothy white foam. "I'll go grab you a
towel and a change of clothes. Be right back." I returned to find a pile
of dirty tattered clothes on the floor and Liam up to his neck in
bubbles. I put the items on the counter and grabbed his clothes from the
floor. "Call if you need anything" I said leaving the door open to the
hallway. I tossed the clothes into the laundry and went to start dinner.
I placed a frozen lasagna in the oven, made some mixed vegetables and
heated some bread sticks. I just purchased a banana cream pie from the
store making our dinner complete. An easy meal that should fill up a
young growing boy.

It had been 45 minutes and dinner was ready. I decided the boy needed
some prodding and popped into the bathroom hearing laughter from the tub.
Liam was making shapes with the foam and smashing them with his hands.
The splashing sent water everywhere. Much of it dripped onto the floor
soaking the mat by the tub. "Are we about done there sport?" I asked,
startling the child. "Uh, yeah, I am. Sorry." "It's alright. But dinner
is ready, so wrap it up" I said smiling. The boy nodded standing out of
the water. He was small and lean for a boy his age. Largely from too many
missed meals I thought. His hair, which I thought was brown, was actually
a soft honey blond. The dirt covering his face and neck now washed away
showing his rosy cheeks and an angelic complexion. As he leaned over to
pull the drain lever, I was provided a view of his beautiful round bubble
butt. An asset that many would envy as he got older. He then turned
facing me, showing his impressive uncut cock. It was bigger than average,
making his boyhood one more thing others would envy. He stepped out onto
the mat and I handed him the towel. I turned to leave when he started to
dry himself. Before I got out the door, he asked "Could you dry my back
for me?" "Sure" I said, taking the towel into my hands. The boy turned
and showed me his back. I gently rubbed the cloth over his shoulders and
down his back. I continued eventually drying the beads of water from his
magnificent cheeks. He had a perfect bubble butt even by young boy
standards. I knelt down, moving the towel to each of his spindle legs.
Before I could stand, Liam turned around placing his soft three inch dick
in my face. "This is what you really want, isn't it?" he said
sarcastically, brushing the phallus across my lips. "I know I have to pay
for my meal."

I was caught off guard and wondered what he must have dealt with just to
survive on the streets. I took the towel slowly drying between his legs
carefully patting his small wet balls before standing. I placed the towel
on the rack behind him saying "I'm washing your things. I brought you a
pair of shorts and a t-shirt. They're big but will have to do. Come to
the kitchen table when you're ready." As I left, the boy stood looking
into the large bathroom mirror. He was realizing for the first time this
wasn't a scam for sex, an occurrence he was all too familiar with. And
maybe I was just a nice guy wanting to help a homeless kid for the night.
As Liam looked into his crystal blue eyes, he saw a normal small boy in
the reflection. A boy he hadn't seen for a long time and thought was gone
for good. A boy who desperately wanted a normal life, to be taken care
of, and to be loved. He wiped the tears from his face and put on the
clothes that were left for him.

Liam walked into the kitchen comically holding the waist of the oversized
shorts. He looked like he had been shrunk out of his clothes. I giggled
as he came into the room. I motioned towards the table where two places
had been set. He walked over and reached for the chair, the shorts
immediately fell to the floor. He spread his arm out making my white
t-shirt look like a sail in the wind. A slight glimpse of his creamy
white butt shown from the bottom of the t-shirt.  I laughed saying "Well
luckily, the t-shirt is big enough to cover everything." He turned toward
me, raising his arms up showing his low hanging nut sac. "Well, almost" I
said laughing. Liam laughed too before sliding his naked backside onto
the chair. For the first time since his arrival, Liam laughed and smiled.
I dished up his meal and allowed him to start eating right away. The
small boy was ravenous. "Save room for dessert" I said. "Do you like
banana cream pie?" He paused his eating frenzy long enough to smile and
nod yes. And there he was. The small lovable little boy I knew was in
there.

From that first night until now, Liam has been with me. He enjoyed his
first 'real' Christmas holiday with presents under the tree that were his
and his alone. Something the boy never had growing up. I over indulged
the youngster with gifts. But many of the presents were much needed
clothes which I told myself didn't count. After the holiday, I was able
to enroll him for homeschooling. Too anxious to attend regular school, he
was worried someone might find out who he was and take him away. I
acknowledged his fears and fudged some paperwork to make Liam my ward. I
worked from home, so it was easy to homeschool the boy. Together our days
were filled with study, fun and relaxing cuddles. Liam was behind his
current class but put forth great effort during the coming months to
obtain grade level by the end of term. Next year, he will be ready for
middle school. During the spring, I was able to get Liam in a community
soccer league. He enjoyed the sport, making new friends and simply being
a regular boy again. I quickly became known as grandfather with
acquaintances and 'papa' to Liam. Our new family seemed perfect and
everything was going better than I had hoped.

It was now mid-June and Liam's 12 birthday was only a few short weeks
away. It was 11 o'clock on a Friday night and the boy was sitting on the
edge of his bunk bed asking if I loved him. "Sweetheart" I said in a
reassuring tone. "Of course, I love you. Why would you ask me that?" He
was staring at the floor nervously moving his hands across his lap. "Hey.
Buddy. What's wrong?" He reached up, pulling me to him. He kissed me on
the lips softly. "Papa. I love you so much. And you are the only person
who has ever loved me" he said, releasing his hold. "I want to give you
something." Liam pulled the snaps of his onesie showing his smooth white
chest and slight hint of abs. He had put on much needed weight since he
first came to me including muscle from working out with me everyday. At
60, I know the value of constant training and my muscled physique showed
a lifelong dedication to weights. One I hoped to pass on to Liam as he
grew older. As the last button of his onesie popped, his young boyhood
was exposed to the both of us. I looked at the young penis still
impressed by its bigger than average size. Especially on a small boy soon
to be 12 yrs old.

His hand grabbed the exposed package pulling his cock and balls from the
confines of the fabric shaking them in his hand. "Here" he said, offering
his privates to me. "I don't understand," I said confused. "Papa, I know
that you are gay. And I know what gay means. I think I am gay too." "Yes.
we talked about me being gay a long time ago. And if you think you might
be gay, that is perfectly alright. But what does that have to do with
your penis" I replied, still unclear of his intent. "I know you miss your
partner and that makes you sad. And that you don't see anyone because I
take up all of your time." "Hey buddy, I enjoy spending my time with you.
You are the most important thing to me now" I replied hoping to put his
mind at ease. "Which I am grateful for. You are the best thing that has
ever happened  to me" he said, holding back tears. I smiled at him, still
unsure where this was going. Liam's hand grabbed hold of his growing
dick. "I am now your partner," he said forcefully. "You can suck my
penis." I nervously chuckled, bringing my hand to his cheek. "Buddy, I
appreciate you wanting to help me out and offering me something so
special. But I'm OK. I don't need to suck your penis." "Yes you do" Liam
said almost hysterically. "Before I came here. I let men suck my cock and
fuck my butt for money. Just so I could eat and get by." He turned his
head in shame. "I have so many bad memories. Most are associated with
sexual acts and my sexual pleasure." Tears were forming in his eyes as he
tried not to cry. "I didn't want to do those things. But when I did, it
gave me a moment of pleasure then regret." He looked forcefully into my
eyes. "I want to replace those memories with new ones. I want my papa to
suck me and make me feel good. I want to know the feeling of love that
goes with the pleasure and not disgust, hurt, and shame of being used by
it."

For the first time, I could see the street boy who had to grow up fast to
survive on the streets. Who had to be part of a grownup world and leave
his childhood behind. "Sweetheart. You have your whole life to explore
those feelings and make new memories with boys or girls of your own age.
You don't need them from me." His pleading eyes looked into mine with a
desperation that stabbed at my heart. "Please papa. Show me how much I
mean to you. That I am your boy and no one else's. Please papa. Love me
and let me love you back." I could see how much this meant to him and it
was not subterfuge for a blowjob. With our eyes still locked on to each
other, I leaned in kissing Liam's lips. He kissed back with renewed joy.
His tongue sought mine showing an expertise that he should not possess
but which I enjoyed nonetheless. My hand caressed his naked chest
massaging his young pecs. I broke our kiss tracing his soft neck with my
lips before licking his dime sized nipples. "Oh yes papa. That feels so
good. I love you touching me." His young hand stroked the back of my head
as he laid his body on the mattress for me to feast upon. My tongue went
down his torso crossing his taut belly to just above his groin. The boy
moaned with contentment as I kissed around his boyhood still trying to
decide how far to take this.

I stood back looking down at my wonderful boy. His cock was fully hard
stretching almost five inches straight to the ceiling. The foreskin was
pulled back resting below the glands which was leaking profusely. The
head glistening from the clear liquid making an erotic and strangely
wholesome sight. For a moment, I imagined all the men who took Liam
solely for their own pleasure. Seeing the boy as nothing more than an
object for their own selfish use. A tear welled up, as I empathized with
the pain he carried from each of those encounters. I wanted those images
erased from my precious boy. I wanted him to know only love, caring and
tenderness that should be part of sex. I moved his hand from his member,
replacing it with the warmth of my mouth. He let out a soft moan as I
fully engulfed his young shaft. The few sprouts of hair around his
boyhood tinkled my nose. My fingers gently rolled his almond sized balls
in their soft sac churning the small amount of boy cream they held. "Oh
papa. This feels so good. I am very happy. Thank you." I sucked his young
cock truly enjoying the feel of his hard boyhood against my tongue. It
was like finding the missing piece to an incomplete puzzle. The full
picture of our family finally coming into view. In less than a minute,
Liam yelled out "Oh papa. I am cumming. Ah fuck, ah fuck!" He quickly
clasped his hand over his mouth realizing what he just said out loud. But
it didn't stop his impending climax. His small balls retreated from my
fingers as his cock shot a decent load of boy jiz into my throat. I
gulped the young cream noting the sweetness that seemed all too perfect
coming from this wonder boy. Once his climax waned, he sat up forcing my
mouth from his cock so our lips could again press together. He kissed me
for a long while before breaking away. He looked sheepishly at me saying
"Sorry for saying bad words." I laughed thinking of the context in which
they were said. "I think we need a new house rule. Those words are
allowed when you are getting your cock sucked and are going to blow your
load into your papa's mouth." He giggled and smiled like the little kid
he was before climbing down the ladder.

Liam stood in front of me untying the string of my sweat pants letting
the loose material fall to the floor. Without underwear, my own manhood
stood straight out betraying how much sucking Liam's cock actually
excited me. The young boy sat on the bottom bunk pulling me towards him
until my cock was staring him in the face. He seemed delighted by the
size of my sex organ and reached out with his tongue licking the clear
liquid dripping from end. The feel as he kissed the slit of my cock made
my entire body shiver. He opened his mouth letting his soft red lips
glide slowly over the head. His tongue swirled around my cut member
making me moan shamefully. He continued his quest sliding more and more
of my thick ten inches into his throat. I looked down at the small head
moving back and forth on my hard steel shaft. A strange site but one that
seemed right for us. With all his bobbing and slurping, he managed to
swallow almost half my throbbing member. His mouth was no stranger to
working on a man's tool and again I felt a brief moment of sadness
knowing why. But as he sucked on my cock, I knew this would be one of
many happy memories for him. I knew how much my boy wanted to please his
loving papa. And that his papa would be loving him back the same way for
always. There were going to be so many new happy memories all the others
would be forgotten.

Liam worked my member for a good while expertly pulling on my balls and
occasionally bathing them with his tongue. "Oh buddy. You are making papa
so happy. I'm so lucky I have you as my boy." He looked up firmly holding
my thick solid staff. "I love you papa. And I am lucky you have such a
big dick. This is the biggest I've seen. And I've seen a lot" he said,
smirking. I playfully tousled his hair as he slapped his face with my
hard cock. He then went back to work, sucking my monster fuck tool. I
have to say, the boy was good at his job. He brought me to the edge
several times knowing instinctively when to back off. My balls ached as
he teased me again and again. Finally, the boiling juice in my balls
couldn't take it any longer. I grabbed the soft blond hair on his head
and held him as I fucked his sweet angelic face. "Oh yeah buddy. You're
going to make me cum so good. Ah fuck yeah. Swallow my load Liam. Swallow
it son. Fuck!" I exploded against the back of the boy's throat holding
him there as I unloaded my spunk. I could hear the splashing sounds as my
cock shot volley after volley into his mouth. It was one of the biggest
loads I have ever had and my sweet boy gulped every drop. He kept sucking
until he was sure he received all of the male goodness from oversized
balls.

Eventually, my cock softened and Liam reluctantly let my member fall from
his worn lips. "That was great, papa. Did you enjoy it?" I lifted him up,
holding onto his face, bringing our lips together once again. Liam
wrapped his legs around my waist as we kissed. My hands held his firm
backside holding him up. "Buddy, that was the best gift I've ever
received. Thank you" I said, kissing his cheek. "How do you feel?" I
asked. "Oh papa, I've never felt so loved in all my life." The young boy
hugged me tight and I shamelessly squeezed his soft little bubble butt as
he did. "We are going to make the perfect family. Lots of fun, lots of
love, and lots of sex" he said laughing. "Well, it will definitely be an
unusual family for sure," I said. "But I can't think of a better way to
be a family." I reluctantly let the boy down and Liam climbed up the
ladder to his bunk. He laid in his head on the pillow with his onesie
still unbuttoned and his soft cock sticking out. I kissed his forehead as
I've done every night since he came to live with me. A normalcy that
seemed appropriate even after what just transpired. "Good night buddy.
Sleep tight." "Good night papa. I love you." "I love you too, buddy," I
replied, turning off the light. Liam fell asleep instantly and I spent
the rest of the night realizing how special my little boy is and how
wonderful our lives would be.