Date: Thu, 6 Jan 2022 13:52:24 -0500
From: Phoenix <phoenixvixvi@gmail.com>
Subject: An American Dad in London: Chapter 25

Chapter 25: "Bathtub Breeding"
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CALLUM:

    As much as I wanted to got to San Francisco for Christmas again, just
like last year, I simply couldn't leave Mum over the holidays for the
second year in a row. So, I was prepared to have a quiet Christmas season
with her and my grandparents in London, while my dad flew to California
on his own in the middle of December.

    As soon as he left, I wondered what he and the rest of his family
might be up to. After my sexual encounters with my Uncle Blake and
Grandpa Ron, I felt excluded from that side of the family, all alone in
Britain. And then, something happened that made me feel even more left
out: my Uncle Kris had a baby.

    My sister-in-law Mia gave birth precisely a week before Christmas. I
did the maths and realised she probably got pregnant during our trip to
Ireland, when we all went to Dublin for St. Patrick's Day. When dad and I
listened to her and Uncle Kris fucking on the other side of the thin
wall. We could tell that he was breeding her -- turned out it was quite
literal!

    The baby was a boy, who they named Ronald, after Grandpa. It was a
tradition in Dad's family to name the first grandson after the paternal
grandfather, and I suddenly realised that I was the one who was supposed
to carry that name. I never really thought of myself as "illegitimate"
previously, since that was such an outdated concept, but now... as fucked
up as that is, I found myself jealous of Little Ronnie.

    Even though I was feeling moody and depressed, I managed to have a
decent Christmas with Mum. I expected to wake up to a "Happy Christmas"
text from Dad, but that didn't arrive until later in the afternoon, since
he was eight time zones behind. I also got a text from Blake and an email
from Grandpa. The email came as a bit of a surprise, since it was the
first time I'd ever received an email from Dad's dad. Attached to it was
an even bigger surprise: a ticket to San Francisco for New Year's
weekend!

    "Figured you might wanna spend a couple of days here," Grandpa said
in the email. "Merry Christmas."

    The flight departed on the 31st, with a return flight scheduled for
that Sunday, the 2nd of January. I had plans to go to a New Year's Eve
party with my mates, but I quickly cancelled on them. Since I wouldn't
need to miss any school, Mum didn't object to my trip. So once again, I
found myself flying westwards.

    In California, my family was preparing for a party on New Year's Eve,
which would also be Little Ronnie's introduction to the whole family.
Mia's Mexican family came in from LA, and I found myself very far from
being the centre of attention. Usually while visiting San Francisco, I
was the one who things revolved around. Now, with a new baby in the fam,
my novelty had worn off. Even my dad was busier tending to everyone else
and he hardly even noticed me, which was frustrating, since I was only
here for a couple of days.

    I felt jet-lagged and frustrated. I thought coming to California
would make me feel better but it had made everything so much worse! I
spent all of New Year's Eve sulking, not that anyone even noticed. Then,
the following day, everyone was hungover and tired, so I got up and
walked around Grandpa's house on my own. I went to the kitchen and helped
myself to a bunch of American junk food for breakfast. I followed it up
by going to the living room with the intention of watching some TV, but I
got overwhelmed by how many channels there were so instead of picking
one, I just switched the TV off and walked away in a huff.

    I went back upstairs to one of the fancy large bathrooms. This one
had a hot tub in it, and since I needed a shower anyway, I decided to
take a bath. For ten or fifteen minutes, I had fun pressing all the
buttons and turning all the nobs, playing with the different jets and
scented bubbles. Finally, I picked up the remote next to the tub and used
it to switch on the TV screen located on the wall in front of me. Feeling
more relaxed than I did in the living room, I now had no problem settling
on a channel. I played some cartoons and I leaned back in the luxurious
tub, finally loosening up.

    A short while later, somebody entered the bathroom without knocking.
I panicked and rushed to cover myself up with the foam, until I realised
it was Grandpa Ron.

    "Grandpa. You're up early," I said. "I mean, considering it's New
Year's Day."

    "Yeah well, my bedroom's on the other side of that wall," he replied,
looking groggy in his plush robe and pointing at the wall with the TV.
"You woke me up."

    "Oh shit, sorry," I said, quickly reaching for the remote and turning
the volume down.

    "That's alright," he said. He smiled as he watched me lean back in
the tub, as if I were sitting on a throne. "You look mighty comfortable
there. Can I get you a drink or something?"

    I wasn't sure if Grandpa was joking or not, but I decided to be
cheeky and take him up on it. "I could go for a soda."

    My grandfather shook his head and left the bathroom. I wasn't sure
where he was headed; possibly back to bed with his wife. However, five
minutes later he returned, holding a hot cup of coffee in one hand and a
cold can of Cherry Coke in the other.

    "How did you know this was my favourite soda?" I asked.

    "I didn't. I just reached for whatever was closest in the fridge,"
Grandpa said while bending down and handing me the can. As he did so, his
robe opened up and I got a view of his large cock and balls swinging
between his legs. My first look at a cook of 2022.

    "Wanna join me in the tub?" I asked my grandfather.

    "Oh, sure," he replied and disrobed. This was the first time I was
seeing my grandpa naked. Even though I'd sucked his dick once (and walked
in on my father doing the same thing), Grandpa wore his clothes when that
happened. Now, I got a full view of his body for the first time. A lot of
the people I met here in California were ridiculously good looking --
including my father -- so it actually felt good to see someone who looked
more like a real, average person. One thing about Grandpa was definitely
not average, though: his circumcised penis, which I stared at admiringly
until it disappeared under the surface of the water.

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    "You're a junior, right?" my grandfather asked me, sitting across
from me in the tub, which was large enough to fit both of us with only
our feet touching. We took a sip of our drinks before I answered.

    "I don't know what that is. But I have a year and a half of school
left, if that's what you mean."

    "Yeah. So you need to start applying for colleges," he told me.

    "Not really, I got plenty of time," I said.

    "I don't know about England, but here you gotta start early. Now, I
could probably get you into any school of your choice, but there's still
going to be an application process."

    "Grandpa... I'm not sure I want to go to college here," I admitted.
"I'm not even sure what I wanna study."

    "Well, what do you want to do someday?"

    "I don't know. As in, I have no fucking clue."

    "See, that's why I'd prefer to have you in the States. I've got more
connections here. You can try out a few different companies, do some
internships or whatever. It'd help you figure out what you want."

    "Thanks," I smiled. "I still have some time to decide, but I'll keep
that in mind."

    We sat in the tub and enjoyed our drinks for a while, until my
grandpa suddenly said,

    "You know, I went to see my lawyer last week."

    "Oh?" I said, unsure how else to react.

    "It was to change my will."

    "Everything okay? You're not sick or anything?" I worried.

    "Nah, I'm fine. But when you've got as much money and properties as I
do, you have to stay on top of it. Now that Little Ronnie's here...
and you as well... I needed to make some changes."

    As flattered as I was to hear this, it still felt awkward to be
talking about my grandfather's will.

    "Grandpa... Why are you telling me this?" I asked.

    "Because, I want you to know you're a part of the family. 100% a part
of it," he replied. "You didn't grow up with us but you're ours now. If
you want to take our name, or become an American citizen, we can make it
happen."

    I almost got teary-eyed. After an emotional couple of weeks, this was
just what I needed to hear.

    "I've thought about that, changing my name," I confessed. "But I
think I also want to keep Mum's name. So maybe I can use both?"

    "Whatever you'd like," Grandpa said. "As far as I'm concerned, it
would be my honour."

    I smiled, raised my upper body, and waddled my way across the tub to
give my grandpa a tight hug. When he saw me approaching, he set his mug
down and put his arms around me, taking me into his lap. I actually ended
up straddling Grandpa's thighs and sitting in his lap, face-to-face. With
my legs spread around his waist, I hugged my grandpa for a couple of
minutes, resting my head on his shoulder, which had some hair on it that
tickled my nose. Grandpa held onto my back with ease, as if I weighed as
little as Little Ronnie.

    Taking my head off of my grandfather's shoulder, I tilted it until
our two noses were touching. Making this skin-to-skin contact, fully
naked and submerged in hot water, was even more erotic than the time I
got to suck Grandpa's cock. That day, we never kissed. Now, I parted my
lips but didn't say a word. My grandfather showed me his tongue... and
then placed it inside my mouth, kissing me passionately. His left hand
went to the back of my head, supporting me so I wouldn't fall back while
he leaned in closer, our chests and bellies stuck to each other.

    We made out like this for several minutes, more than enough time for
my cock to get hard.

    "You alright there, mate?" Grandpa teased me in a bad British accent.

    "I dunno. I could go for a wank," I replied with a smirk.

    "You cheeky bugger," he said, and he grabbed my hard cock with his
right hand. In between my buttocks, I could feel Grandpa's cock growing
to full erection as well, pressing up onto my arsecrack. I started to
clench my cheeks together, all the while rocking back and forth with my
hips. This way, I was both fucking my grandpa's hand as well as letting
his boner rub against my arse. He noticed what I was doing, and reacted
with a long "Mmmm, that's nice, Son."

    "I like it too, Grandpa," I said softly. Sensing my arousal, he only
gripped my cock harder, sliding the foreskin back and forth.

    "You've grown so big," Grandpa said, nuzzling his nose against the
little hair I had on my chest. His right hand let go of my cock and I
felt it handling my nuts for a few moments before returning to my prick.
Meanwhile, Gramp's left hand remained on the back of my head, supporting
me.

    Eager to return the handjob my grandfather was giving me, I reached
around behind my back and managed to take his cock in my hand. It was
fully hard by now, and bare of any foreskin. I did my best to give him a
wank, but I wasn't very dexterous with my hands behind my back like this.
Instead, I felt Grandpa's engorged cockhead pressing against my crack...
so I brought it right up against my arsehole.

    "What're you doing, boy?" Grandpa moan-grunted at me.

    "Just showing you how much I love you," I breathed onto Grandpa's
face just as I brought my hips up as high as I could. Then, I sat back
down, this time with my grandfather's cock pointing up, piercing my hole
and sliding inside of it.

    "FUCK!" he grunted and then he let out a growl. "Goddamn it, boy!"

    He sounded upset, but I knew that wasn't the case. His cock was
harder than ever; even harder than it'd been inside my mouth that time in
London. I felt it throbbing inside of me, growing thicker and thicker and
stretching my hole out even more.

    "Your daddy would be so upset if he walked in on us right now,"
Grandpa said. "I never told him that you sucked my dick."

    I leaned in and kissed Grandpa Ron, partly so that he wouldn't see
the shit-eating grin on my face as I said, "Oh, I don't think Dad would
mind."

    Finding my groove, I began to bounce up and down on Grandpa's lap.
Going as far down as I could, I felt his cockhead stabbing my insides and
jabbing against my prostate, which drove my dick nuts. It didn't help
that my grandfather's fist was still wrapped around my uncut tool, giving
me the wank I'd needed.

    "Fuck me, Grandpa. Fuck that pussy. Fuck, that feels so good," I
panted.

    "Yeah, you like that? You like when Grandpa does that to you?" he
said, lifting his hips as much as he could. While bouncing on his dick, I
placed my hand on his nipples, surrounded by a forest of grey hair, and I
twisted them in opposite directions.

    "Fuck yeah. Yeah," I moaned, feeling my grandpa deeper and deeper
inside of me. My cock was in heaven; I was ready to cum. My grandfather
sensed it so he whispered,

    "Just a bit longer. Hold on a bit longer, Son. Grandpa's gonna cum as
well. Grandpa's gonna cum inside your pussy. Grandpa's gonna cummmmm!"

    With that, my grandfather filled my hole with his seed. My eyes
bulged and I shot out my own load, which floated around us in the tub.
Grandpa's hand worked my dick tightly, milking every last drop of jizz
from it, all the while breeding my arse.

    "Take that load. Take that load, boy. Take it!" he said before he
leaned in for another deep, passionate kiss while he finished unloading
inside my arse. This time tomorrow, I'd be on a flight back to London,
with some of that cum still inside of me. The jet lag was totally worth
it.

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