Date: Sun, 8 Jul 2007 18:10:51 -0300
From: subboyns@gmail.com
Subject: Granddad's Cabin - Part 1

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or if consensual sex between an older man and a younger man offends you,
please don't read on!

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	I loved spending the summers at my Grandfather's. He rather spoiled
me, taking me out to his cabin in the woods and letting me run amok. It was
amazing there, from the lake to the woodland trails, it was all a boy of 15
could ask for. The cabin itself was more of a small house out in the woods,
with 2 floors and even a small wine cellar. We slept in bedrooms on the top
floor, while the bottom floor had a kitchen and living room. The kitchen
led out to a back porch, which in turn led to the woods, and down to the
small lake also on the property.
	And my grandfather, for a man of almost 60, could keep up with me
amazingly well. He was in amazing shape when he was younger, and even
though his once tight abs have now formed into a small beer gut, he's still
a very handsome man.
	There's where I thought the problem was, being attracted to him. I
loved seeing him walk around the cabin in his lounge pants, or lately even
in his underwear. He always wore briefs, most of the time in dark colors.
He didn't seem to mind when I hung around shirtless or in my underwear
either, but I tried to keep that to a minimum. I always felt so on display
when I did, and would get instantly hard. Seeing him swimming was even
tougher, the bulge in his speedo always tightly packed, and the salt and
pepper hair that covered his body dripping wet.  I could imagine his cock,
uncut like my dad's and mine, getting hard and bulging out of his briefs.
	I on the other hand always wore boxers, and swim trunks. Once in a
while he would say something about those "baggy, awful shorts" of mine, but
it was more of a joke than anything.
	I had always kept a journal, especially during these
summers. Lately it had become more of an outlet for my thoughts and
fantasies. My parents didn't know I was gay, and I was damn sure my
grandfather didn't know either. So this journal had begun to read like an
explicit novel, detailing my fantasies about boys and men. From the
teachers at school, to the boys in my class, to friends of my father,
nobody seemed to be safe from my hormones.
	And like last summer, this summer my grandfather had started taking
up quite a few pages in there. Night after night I wrote about him, about
the things I would love him to do to me. I imagined he would grab me one
day out in the woods and take me right there. Or he would just order me to
my knees one day while he was walking around in his briefs, grinding my
face into them. As you can probably tell, I have a submissive streak. It
tends to come out even more when dealing with older men.
	This particular day, Granddad and I had gone swimming. Of course he
came downstairs in his speedo, a dark blue one today. My eyes scanned his
whole body, seeing the salt and pepper hair on his head and chest, his
graying goatee, his dark eyes. He was a gorgeous man, and had no idea the
show he was putting on for me.
	"You just about ready son?" He asked. He had always called me son.
	"Yeah granddad, I just have to go change." I said, heading towards
the bedrooms.
	"Going to put those terrible baggy shorts on again?" He said with a
grin.
	"Well if you want to lend me one of your speedos..." I trailed off
with a smirk. To my surprise, he replied;
	"Sure! They're in the top drawer in my bedroom. I've got a red one
that doesn't quite fit anymore, but pick any you like, and I'll be waiting
down at the lake!" And he headed out to the back deck with his cooler. I
couldn't believe it. I'd always wanted to be put into one of his speedos,
and although the circumstances weren't quite the same, I wasn't going to
complain!
	His underwear and speedos had long played a part in my fantasies. I
always wondered what it would be like to have my tongue running over his
hard cock, encased in a pair of tight briefs. Or even if he would put me
into a pair of his. I usually wear boxers, but the idea of having granddad
dress me up however he wanted me was a huge turn on. I'd written quite a
few things in my journal along this line.
	I went into his room and opened up his top drawer, as he said. I
nearly fainted. It was his underwear drawer as well. All of his briefs, on
display for me, alongside his speedos. I knew he was waiting, but I wanted
to explore this treasure. His briefs were all well worn, a few years
old. Nothing too racy was in here, just basic briefs. As I dug deeper
however, I got a surprise. My hands hit a silky fabric.
	I pulled it out, and it was a pair of silk boxers, black with
golden tiger stripes on them. A little corny, but I could picture granddad
in those and wondered why he didn't wear them more often. They must be for
when he's here with his girlfriends, I surmised. Digging a little deeper, I
found a few more pairs, continuing on the same theme, animal prints, and
one pair with red lip prints all over them. I was hard as a rock by this
time, but figured I should probably join Granddad before he got suspicious
and came looking for me. I rearranged his drawer, hiding the sexy boxers I
had found, and grabbed the red speedo from the pile.
	As I willed myself to get soft and changed into the speedo, my mind
began wandering again. Did granddad bring women up here a lot? What did he
do with them? Was he the animal I always pictured in my fantasies? Was he
romantic with them?
	I caught myself before I got hard again, and looked in the
mirror. For 15, I was rather toned, just starting to put on muscle. All the
girls at school seem to think I'm cute, with my short brown hair and green
eyes. I realized that eventually I would be covered in hair like dad or
granddad, but for now, I had a small trail of hair leading from my stomach
to my pubes. My package was firmly on display in the speedo, as was my
ass. This was a rather small speedo, as Granddad was skinnier a few years
ago. We were close to the same size now, but I was slightly skinnier.
	I grabbed my towel and headed down to the lake. The short path soon
opened up into our swimming hole, where granddad was stretched out on a
towel. His bulge was almost obscene, and I could tell he was still soft.
	"There you go son, that's a real swim suit!" He laughed.
	"I bet you don't like boxers either granddad." I said, laying out
my towel next to him.
	"Ah I've worn them a few times, but briefs look a lot better on a
man. Or so my lady friends say." He winked.
	"I haven't worn briefs in years." I said, stretching out and
enjoying the warm sun.
	"I probably have some of those that don't fit anymore too." He
said. "When we get back, I'll check." He said, opening a beer. "Do you want
a drink?" He asked.
	"Sure." I said, grabbing a coke from the cooler.
	The rest of the afternoon passed normally, but my mind was
racing. Soon I would get to wear my granddad's briefs as well as his
speedo. He probably had no idea the effect he was having on my young mind,
but I was in heaven. I did love the feel of the speedo, especially in the
water. Granddad laughed when I told him that.
	"Should have been wearing them for years!" He laughed, splashing
me.

**

	When we got back that evening for dinner and changed, he went up to
his room while I fired up the barbecue. I knew what he was doing, looking
through his old briefs for a few pairs for me, and I could barely
concentrate on the food.
	When he came back, he came out onto the deck in a pair of sweat
pants and no shirt. "There you go son." He began. "I dropped a few pairs of
old briefs onto your bed, try wearing a pair to bed tonight. I guarantee
you'll love them."
	"Sure thing granddad!" I said, flipping a burger for him onto his
plate.
	The rest of the evening went by as usual, with card games and
chatter. Granddad even let me have a glass of wine, which I wasn't crazy
about, but I loved how grown up it felt. I couldn't wait to get up to bed
and get into granddad's briefs though.
	Around 10 he got up and stretched, giving me a wonderful view of
his torso, and announced he was going to bed. We did our nightly bathroom
routine, and headed to bed.
	The second his door closed, I ran from the bathroom. I shut the
door behind me, and true to his word, there were 5 pairs of briefs on the
bed. Two pairs of black, two of blue, and one red. I ran my hands over
them, imagining how he must have looked in them. I held one of them up to
my face, thinking how great it would be if he was still in them.
	I stripped nude, and took the red pair. They looked the most worn
and comfortable. I slid into them, stretching them up and over my hard 6"
cock. Looking into the mirror again, I realized that I did look better in
these, as they showed off more of my body. My ass especially looked
wonderful in them. I tried on each of the briefs in turn, deciding I liked
the look of the black ones best, although the red were a lot more
comfortable. Keeping the red ones on, I slid into bed and brought out my
journal. I had a days worth of fantasizing to get out.
	I wrote about finding his sexy boxers buried underneath his regular
underwear, and the thrills of getting to wear his speedos and briefs. I
wrote fantasies where instead of giving me them, he stripped me naked and
forced me to wear them, showing off for him. Or he caught me looking at his
special boxers, and spanked me for it. Or he made me spend the whole day in
the speedo, finally jerking me off inside of it at the end of the night.
	Which is what I did right before I fell asleep. I jerked off, the
spanking fantasy fresh in my mind, till I shot a huge load all over my
chest and stomach. After I cleaned up, I fell asleep in the red briefs.

**

	The next morning when I woke up for breakfast, I decided to
surprise Granddad. I got out of bed, changed into the black briefs he'd
given me, and slipped on my bathrobe. I heard him puttering around in the
kitchen, and the smell of bacon wafted upstairs.
	When I got to the kitchen, I saw granddad, also in a robe, at the
stove.
	"Hey son. So did you try them on?" He asked.
	I unknotted my robe, and opened it up to reveal the briefs.
	"They look good on you son! So much better than those
boxers. Speaking of which..." He trailed off, unknotting his own robe. He
opened it to reveal a pair of my boxers, a black pair of Joe Boxers. I must
have been gaping because he soon laughed. "I figured if we were going to
switch, I should try a night in yours." He said, going back to his cooking.
	"What did you think?" I asked, sitting at the table.
	"Well, I won't be switching full time, but I can see how these are
nice sometimes. Although I kept falling out of them when I rolled over." He
laughed again. "Don't know how you manage."
	My heart lept into my throat. The image of granddad's cock slipping
out of my (or were they his?) boxers nearly made me blow a load right
there. I knotted my robe again, and ate with Granddad. I tried not to think
about how hard I was the whole meal.
	"Well I'm going to do a grocery run today, is there anything you
need?" He asked.
	"Not that I can think of, unless you want to get me some new
briefs!" I joked.
	"Would love to. We can't have you just wearing my old ones, now can
we?" He said, not realizing I was joking. I decided not to argue, as I
realized he was going to be gone for a few hours, giving me alone time with
my newly discovered underwear drawer.
	"Maybe some more wine." I said with a smile. He returned it, and
went upstairs to have a shower. I was cleaning up the dishes when he came
back downstairs, fully dressed.
	"Well I'm on my way." He said, grabbing the keys off the stand by
the door. "So you just want briefs and some wine?" He asked.
	"I was just kidding about the briefs granddad. I like the ones you
gave me."
	"Ah don't worry about it. This way you can have some pairs to take
home, so your parent's don't think I'm some kind of pervert." He
laughed. "You can leave those pairs here if you want."
	"Our little secret." I winked. He laughed again on his way out the
door. I hoped again he couldn't see how tented my robe was. I wished he was
some kind of pervert, dressing me up in his underwear and using me. As soon
as his truck was out of sight, I headed upstairs to his room.
	I went inside, and nearly yelled with excitement. The boxers he'd
been wearing last night were thrown in the corner with some dirty
clothes. I stripped off my robe and picked them up, holding them to my
face. Granddad's musky scent was all over them. My cock was leaking like a
faucet as I laid down on the bed, licking and sniffing at the boxers.
	It wasn't long before I was blowing another load, and cleaning it
up. I then sat out to complete my previous mission, seeing what else I
could find in this room.
	I went back to the underwear drawer and sifted through. Aside from
a few more pairs of silk boxers (more of the same, animals or lips and
hearts), I found a curious thing. It was a very small pair of black bikini
briefs. In the second drawer, which was undershirts and t-shirts, I found a
few more bikini briefs in the back, another black pair and two blues. The
black pair looked to be more granddad's size, but the blue ones were still
small. I was overcome with another wave of horniness.
	When I thought I had found all I could, there was one last
surprise. Buried very far back in the drawer, was a silky black thong. I
couldn't imagine Granddad wearing these, but figured they must have been
from a few years ago.
	With the visions of him in all these skimpy briefs, I laid down on
the bed for one last jerk. I must have spent an hour searching his room,
feeling whatever clothes I could come into contact with, imagining what he
looked like in them. Before I could jerk off though, I had to write about
all of this. I put an inventory of his 'sexier' underwear into my journal,
along with notes and fantasies. I could imagine him giving me the bikinis
or the thong, getting me to put a pair of them on and be his slave for the
night.
	I wrote quite a bit about finding the dirty boxers as well, how
great they tasted and smelled.
	In the end, I decided to try on the thong. It felt amazing, the
small pouch containing my cock, and the thin strap up my crack, rubbing my
hole every time I moved. I loved it. I looked at myself in the mirror,
seeing how it showed off every inch of my body. Even the parts it did cover
were blatantly on display.
	I jerked off again with the boxers on my face, and wearing the
thong. After I put everything back into it's place, I went for a shower. As
I was drying off, Granddad knocked on the door. I covered myself up with a
towel and opened it.
	"Here you go son, good timing." He handed me an unopened package of
briefs, containing 2 black pairs and 2 white pairs. "I've never worn white,
but you can let me know what you think. There's more for you on the bed."
He said, heading downstairs to put away the groceries.
	I realized after he left that the briefs were probably a size too
small for me, but not so much that I couldn't wear them. This struck me as
odd, since the used ones seemed to have been the perfect size. Still, I
tore into them and put a white pair on. They weren't too small after all,
but they were very tight. I can't say I really minded.
	I went downstairs without putting some clothes on, and stepped into
the kitchen.
	"What do you think?" I asked, striking a pose. Granddad turned
around and seemed to gaze over me for a few seconds. It was intensely
arousing, feeling like I finally got to be on display for him. After what
seemed like an eternity;
	"They're nice on you son. I might have to try white."
	"No granddad, the colored ones are great on you." I said, realizing
how that could be taken a few ways. "They are a mite small though, don't
you think?"
	"No son. I thought the ones I gave you were a bit too big."
	"Really? I thought they were great. But I do love these ones."
	"So we going swimming again today?" He asked, finally done with
groceries.
	"Sure! Let me go get changed." I said, running up the stairs.
	When I got up to my room, I saw another bag on the bed. In this
one, there was a new speedo, a black one. I was amazed, but at the same
time, a little saddened. I wanted to wear his old red one again. I thought
up a quick lie, and slipped the red one on.
	When granddad got downstairs, wearing a black one of his own, he
looked quizzically at me. "You didn't find your new one?" He asked.
	"I did, it just didn't fit right. This one seems pretty nice
though!" I thought how odd that might sound to him. But he just laughed
like he always did when he thought I was joking.
	"Well I'm just glad you got out of those baggy shorts." He grabbed
his cooler and walked down with me to the lake. This time we horsed around
in the water for a bit, wrestling and splashing. I managed to contain my
hard on the entire time, but knew I'd have to do some serious jerking
later. Granddad always seemed to come out on top in our wrestling, making
me cry uncle.
	Later, stretched out on our towels, he handed me a beer. "Now don't
tell your father." He smiled.
	"Don't worry granddad. He'd really think you were an old pervert
now."
	We both laughed, although on the inside I was wishing he would be a
bit more perverted. I could imagine the feeling of our hard cocks rubbing
together in our speedos, while his hands played with my ass and nipples.
	I must have dozed off, because soon he was shaking me awake. "Hey
son, I'm heading back now. If you want to, you can rest here for a bit
more, I have to prepare for dinner, which'll take a few hours."
	"Ok granddad." I murmured sleepily.

**

	When I woke up a few hours later, I walked back to the cabin. I
opened the back door and walked into the living room. I couldn't believe my
eyes at first. There was granddad, in his favorite chair, wearing the silk
lip print boxers. In his hands, he held a book. My journal.
	He looked up at me. "Very interesting stories here son. Wanting to
be tied to a chair at school while your teacher jerks off on you..." I must
have been blushing the same red as my speedo. "I love the part at the end
where he unties you and spanks you..."
	"Or having your friends all swap boxers? My my, no wonder you liked
my underwear so much." He lazily played with his crotch, I could see his
cock swelling in the boxers. It looked massive.
	"Or your neighbor? Mr. James? The older fellow? I've played cards
with him you know. Catching him jerking off while you mow his lawn? You
have a great imagination son."
	I managed to choke out "How far have you gotten?"
	"I've read the whole thing son, I've been reading it since you got
here a few weeks ago." My heart sank. All my dirty thoughts and feelings
were now etched into my grandfather's mind. "And of course, I seem to be a
star player in all of this. You've got me doing everything to you here,
spanking, sucking, fucking." I shivered at his use of 'fuck'. Granddad was
not a man that swore a lot.
	"I'm sorry Granddad." I said meekly. "I did love it when you gave
me this speedo, or the briefs. They feel amazing." Glancing down, I noticed
his cock was fully erect. Almost 8 inches of it, tenting out the fly of his
boxers.
	"Yeah, and you look hot in them boy." My heart was racing, and my
cock was rock hard. A small wet spot had appeared on the speedo. "I never
imagined you were such an underwear fan though. That was a pleasant
surprise."
	"I love it Sir." I said, stroking my own cock through the speedo
now. I still felt incredibly weird, acting like a sex crazed slut in front
of my grandfather. He seemed to enjoy the show though.
	"I like how you cataloged my 'sexy' pairs as you call them. I bet
you would love to know the stories on those?" He asked.
	"I would really love that Sir!" I said.
	"First, go up to your room. I've taken the liberty of laying out
your uniform on the bed. Meet me in my room." He walked past me, tweaking
my nipple. I shivered, and headed upstairs.

**

	On my bed lay the small black bikini briefs. I stripped off the
speedo and stepped into the briefs. They were very snug, even more
revealing than the briefs granddad had bought me earlier in the day. I
managed to shift my cock to the side so it wouldn't stick out the top, and
went to granddad's room.
	He lay underneath the covers, drawing them aside when I entered. I
crept into the bed next to him, and he put his arm around me.
	"You look amazing in those boy." He said. "Even better than
Justin."
	"Who's Justin?" I asked, curling into his body. He was warm and
hairy, and smelled amazing.
	"Justin... he's a young man that visits me occasionally in the
city, and who comes out here for a weekend from time to time." My
grandfather had a boy he brought out here?
	"We met online, we clicked right away. He was looking for a daddy
figure, and I was looking for a boy who could fill my fantasy role."
	"The submissive boy toy?" I asked, running my hand through his
chest hair.
	"The submissive son." He corrected. "Or grandson works too." He
winked. "He wanted punishing and discipline. The underwear thing was just a
pleasant surprise. The first time we met I stripped him naked and put him
in those briefs you have on. He loved it. Like you, he usually wore
boxers. He reminds me a lot of you actually..." Granddad's words trailed
off as his lips met mine. I felt his touch harden as he forced his tongue
into my mouth. I let out a soft moan and laid back, letting him take
control.
	"You even kiss like he does." Granddad laughed. "Either way, after
he'd had his spanking and fucking, we made plans to come out here for the
weekend. After we talked for a bit, he was ready to go again."
	"I put him back into the briefs, and tied him down to the bed. I
made him confess every dirty fantasy he'd ever had. I love to hear a boy's
fantasies. The humiliation of it all seemed to make him even hornier."
	"That I can understand." I said quietly. "After having you go
through my journal." Granddad laughed.
	"I noticed that most of his fantasies orbited around his father. He
told me all about his father, who used to spank him, who had different
women around all the time, and who passes out most nights on the couch
drunk, wearing nothing but his silk boxers. When he brought up the boxers
it really got him going. I jerked him off while he told me how he used to
take pairs of them from the laundry to jerk off with. I've never seen a boy
shoot so much cum." I still couldn't believe Granddad used words like
'fuck' and 'cum', although my cock twitched every time he said them.
	"So I brought him out here for the weekend. The second we got in
the truck I had him strip. We drove most of the way here with him naked,
and telling me even more of his fantasies. He seemed to have even more than
you do." It would be quite a few, it was an almost two hour drive out
here. "Once we got in the driveway, I gave him that thong you so lovingly
described in your journal." I blushed.
	"I wore that while I jerked off actually." I said.
	"I thought it smelled used." Granddad said. The image of him
sniffing the thong raced through my mind, and I held closer to him. His
hands traced down my back to start playing with my ass. He cupped and
groped my ass cheeks. "Did you like those boxers I left for you?" He
whispered in my ear.
	"I thought it was one of the best presents ever Granddad." I
breathed.
	"I thought about maybe dumping a load in them for you, but that
seemed a little too much." His hands became firmer as he groped
me. "Besides, your first load is going to be straight from the source." He
nibbled on my ear as he said that, making me spasm with delight.
	"Once we got inside," he continued, "he told me he had a present
for me. He opened his bag to reveal a pair of silk boxers. He stole them
from his dad's drawer right before he left. He begged me to put them on,
and take him upstairs to have my way with him. I complied. It set the tone
for our sex lives to come, almost a rape, a sexual collision."
	"Rape?" I asked. "He liked it that rough?"
	"Yes. He liked to have me surprise him. We would be watching a
movie downstairs when I would just grab him, throw him down and fuck
him. He loved it. From the sounds of your journals, it might be another
trait you share..." His fingers had found their way inside my briefs, and
he slowly ran his finger up and down my crack. I moaned loudly.
	"Soon it became a ritual. Every time he'd come out here, he'd try
to bring me a pair of his dad's boxers, and I would have some sort of new
skimpy things for him. Even if he was just coming over to my apartment, I
would try to have something for him."
	"Do you still see him?" I asked.
	"Once a month or so, although it's been a while since he's been out
here. He has a girlfriend now, and it's hard to get some time in."
	"Girlfriend? He's cheating on his girlfriend with you?"
	Granddad reached down with his other hand, to pull his cock out of
his boxers. "Wouldn't you?" He asked slyly, pulling back his foreskin to
reveal his glistening cock head. "No slut can resist this cock." He said,
jerking it slowly.
	"I want to be your boy toy Granddad."
	"What do you want to be, boy?" He asked, stressing the 'boy'.
	"I want... I want to be your slut, Sir!" I said loudly.
	"Yeah boy. Tell me what you want your grand daddy to do."
	"I want you to... to... dress me like a whore!" I said, feeling his
finger working it's way into my ass. "I want you to spank me, and use me!"
I said, feeling his other hand pinching my nipple. He'd put his cock back
into the boxers, and was slowly rubbing it on my leg.
	"I want to suck your cock Granddad, and I want you to feed me your
cum." I was working into a frenzy. His hand went down from my nipple, and
started to stroke my cock through my briefs. "I want you to fuck me. I want
your cock in my ass!" He had 2 fingers up here by now. Every so often he
would pull them out and lick them to get them wet.
	"Your pussy is tight boy." He hissed in my ear. "Think you can
handle this cock?"
	"I'll take it Sir, and I'll still beg for more." I looked him in
the eye. "I want to be yours Granddad. For anything and everything."
	"Good boy." He said. All of a sudden his lips were on mine again,
his tongue in my mouth. His fingers suddenly found my prostate, and I cried
out into his mouth. He broke the kiss long enough to say "Mm. A loud one."
Before heading back to my mouth.
	The medley of sensations I was getting was pushing me over the
edge. Granddad must have sensed this, as his fingers left my ass, and his
hand left my cock. He laid back.
	"We're going to make this last son. Stand up." I obeyed, feeling my
briefs tent obscenely. The precum stain on them was huge. I couldn't ever
remember leaking that much. Granddad sat on the edge of the bed.
	"First off boy, you need to be punished for snooping around my room
while I was out. What do you have to say for yourself?"
	"I'm sorry Granddad. I couldn't help myself, I needed to -"
	"You needed to get your mouth all over your granddad's underwear?"
He cut me off. "You cockhungry little slut."
	"That's it Sir." I said, bowing my head.
	"Get your ass over here." He grabbed my arm and pushed me
down. "Get over my knees." I assumed the position, feeling the silk of his
boxers on my legs. He slowly rubbed my ass. "Yeah son, you do look damn
fine in these."
	Out of nowhere, he drew his hand back and spanked me. It was hard,
and I yelped.
	"Scream all you want boy. Nobody's out here to hear you." He
followed that up with two more sharp smacks to my ass. I cried out on the
second.
	"I'm sorry Sir! I won't do it again!"
	"Lies boy." Another smack. "The second I leave here, you're going
to be in here, nose deep in your grand daddy's boxers again." Another
smack. I moaned at that one. "Probably dressed up in one of your little
thongs." Another smack. He rubbed my ass afterwards, and it felt like it
was on fire.
	"Sorry sir." I breathed out. Another smack.
	"You had some good spanking stories in your journal son." Another
smack. I winced. "The teacher, gagging you with his tie." Another
smack. "Your friends dad, spanking you both for wrestling in your boxers."
Three hard smacks. I yelped at each one. "Maybe I should gag you myself."
	"Please Sir, be gentle!" I begged.
	"Or the one where I spank you till you cry?" He almost sneered at
me. A hard smack to each cheek. "Cause I caught you in here looking at my
boxers?" Another smack. Tears were starting to come to my eyes. Another
smack.
	"Please Sir!!" I cried out.
	"That does it boy." He reached underneath his pillow, and brought
out a pair of his briefs, dark gray. "Open wide." He ordered. I felt his
briefs being stuffed into my mouth. "I wore those for a few days for you,
how do they taste?" He laughed. Another smack.
	I had no choice now, but to cry out as he continued his assault on
my ass. I could feel his hard cock twitching underneath of me. Tears were
streaming down my face as he spanked me, each swat bringing a cry from
me. Eventually, he slowed it down to a rub, and then he stopped, and told
me to stand again.
	My knees shook as I stood. My ass felt worse than it had ever felt.
	"Turn around and bend over." I obeyed, and felt my briefs being
pulled down. My cock shot straight up and his me in the stomach. "I wish
you could see how red your ass is son." He said, his fingers playing with
my hole again. I moaned into his briefs again.
	"Turn around., on your knees." He said. I was directly in front of
his crotch, his tented boxers in my face. I could smell the musk and precum
coming from them, and see how shiny and wet they were.
	"Looks like we both leak quite a bit son. You're leaving a puddle."
It was true, the precum was leaking so fast, it was dribbling off the head
of my cock, and onto the floor. I bowed my head, and he ran his hands
through my hair. He then removed the briefs from my mouth.
	"I'm sorry Sir. I'll never do that again." I sniffled.
	"Feel free boy. I love punishing you." He winked, and I smiled. He
fished his cock out of his boxers once more, and he pulled the foreskin
back. "Now get down there and suck my fucking cock."
	I eagerly obeyed, first running my tongue over the head of his
cock. It tasted amazing.
	"Even though you wrote quite a lot about it, this is the first time
you've sucked a cock, isn't it son?" Granddad asked. I nodded 'yes' while
taking the head into my mouth. "Damn good for a first timer, you're a
natural cocksucker." He said, putting his hand on the back of my head. "Now
take more."
	He pushed me down and I took more of his cock into my mouth. It was
hard to do at first, as it was so thick. I learned quickly how to do it,
and he pushed me deeper and deeper onto his rod. Soon it was buried in my
throat.
	"Fuck son. That's amazing." He said breathlessly. "Now suck it."
	I bobbed up and down on his cock, running my tongue over the length
of it, and every so often deepthroating it again. Granddad moaned and
sighed while I worked on it.
	"Yeah boy. Swallow that fucking prick." He pushed my head down, and
I nearly gagged, but managed to take it all. He pushed me off of his cock
suddenly. "You want to swallow my fucking load? Huh? Do you boy?" He
practically yelled at me.
	"Yes Sir! I want to swallow your cum!" I said back.
	"Open your mouth." I did, and he spat in my face. "Now suck the cum
out of my balls, faggot."
	I barely had enough time for another "Yes Sir!" before burying his
cock in my throat again. Soon he was tensing up and moaning louder. His
hand found it's way to the back of my head again, and he pushed down hard.
	"Swallow it all you fucking slut!" He yelled. I felt ropes of his
cum hitting the back of my throat. "Take it all, cocksucker!" He kept
shouting as more cum filled my belly. I swallowed it all and licked his
cock clean afterwards. He laid back on the bed for a few seconds, before
sliding over and motioning for me to join him.
	"Now it's your turn." He slid out of his boxers, and held them up
to my nose. "Sniff em boy. How do you like that?" His other hand found my
still hard and dripping cock.
	"I love the smell of your boxers Sir!" I shouted, partly muffled by
the silk.
	"Taste them." He was rubbing harder, and I was pushing his boxers
into my mouth. He took the hand from his boxers and started to play with my
balls. That was too much, and I started to moan. "Yeah, cum for me you
dirty whore." He hissed in my ear. "Blow your fucking load for granddad."
	I felt like I shot six loads then. It seemed to go on forever, one
long continuous orgasm. I was soaked in cum afterwards. Most had landed on
granddad, some on me, some on the bed. We both collapsed together, his arms
around me.
	"That was... amazing Granddad." I said.
	"Thanks boy. You're great. I can't believe you've never sucked a
cock before."
	"Only in my dreams." I said. We kissed slowly for a few minutes.
	"Those Justin stories... were those true?" I asked.
	"Completely." Granddad said, his hand lazily stroking my back.
	"How old was he the first time?" I asked.
	"We've been seeing each other for almost 2 years now. He's 16
now. Must have been just 15 when I met him."
	"Wow. I'd love to meet him." I said.
	"Later on I can show you some pictures." He said. "For now, I'm
starving. Why don't you go make us some soup?" Granddad started to get out
of bed. He walked over to the dresser, and pulled out a pair of the white
briefs I'd been wearing earlier.
	"Wear these for now." He smiled and tossed them to me. He came up
and hugged me while I was putting them on. "I know how you love to have me
dress you up." He kissed my neck.
	"What are you going to wear?" I asked.
	"Depends, what would you like?"
	"I like you in my boxers." I said, blushing.
	He laughed. "You boys and your fetishes. Justin liked me to wear
his sometimes too. You had a deep red pair of boxer briefs actually..." He
went towards my room.
	"They're dirty." I said. "In the hamper."
	He looked back at me. "Even better."

**

	Dinner was odd, given that both of us were in our underwear. The
afternoon's sex had left us tired, but the afterglow hadn't worn off yet.
	"So I have a question." Granddad started. "You had a fantasy about
your friend and his dad."
	I blushed. "Yes?"
	"Do you like the idea of two friends being dominated? Forced to
watch each other go through pain, but knowing it's going to happen the same
to them?" Granddad's voice was lowering as he continued. My cock was half
hard already. He pulled out the journal.
	"Keeping that with you?" I asked.
	"It's rather hot actually, you being tied up and watching your
friend get spanked. Then having him go through the same with you. And the
father jerking you both off at the end, nice touch." He toyed with his
wine. "I have a proposal."
	"What's that?" I asked.
	"Justin can come up tomorrow." Granddad said. "And I would love to
have both of you boys at my disposal. For your fantasies, for his, and for
mine."
	"I would... love to!" I said. "Do you have his pictures here?"
	"On the computer."
	There was an old computer in the living room, used mainly for
e-mails while out of town. Granddad sat down and booted it up, and clicked
on a folder on the desktop.  A password bubble popped up, which he filled
in. I stood behind him to get a better look.
	There were sub folders. Granddad clicked on the first one. Images
of an attractive boy popped up, wearing a small pair of black briefs. His
body was toned like mine, with perhaps a bit more muscle.  His shaggy brown
hair on his head was all the hair that could be seen.
	"He's hot." I breathed.
	"Very." Granddad said, scrolling through the photos. Towards the
end, the briefs came off, and Justin gave us a very interesting jerk off
photo session, ending with catching his cum in his hands, and eating it.
	"Wow!" I exclaimed. "Did you take those?"
	"Of course, the little bastard loves to show off for a camera."
	The next folder had a video. It showed Justin tied naked to a bed,
with granddad in the background, teasing Justin by playing with his cock
and nipples. He was moaning and begging for release. Granddad stood up to
reveal the tiger stripe boxers, which he removed and gagged Justin with,
before jerking him off. The whole while I could hear granddad urging Justin
to "suck on his daddy's boxers", which seemed to be getting them both even
hornier.
	"You get the idea." Granddad said, closing the folder. I was rock
hard. "So if you would like a big brother to play around with..." Granddad
noticed my cock. "Looks like he's ready for it."
	"Did Justin ever wear the speedo?" I asked, letting granddad fondle
me.
	" No, whenever we swam he wore his briefs, or nothing." His hand
snaked it's way into my briefs, rubbing my cock. "Although he might have to
wear it tomorrow. Seeing how good you looked in it makes me wonder..." He
trailed off, kissing my hard package.
	"Oh granddad..." I moaned. He led me over to the couch, where he
laid me down. He reached over to pick up the phone, and dialed a
number. His cock was tenting my boxers, and I reached out with my hand to
play with it.
	"Hey, Justin!" He said. "Yeah it's me. Can you still make it up
tomorrow?" A pause. "Excellent. And you'll drive? Great. I have a BIG
present for you." He laughed. "Bring some of your boxers too son, I want to
wear them for you." A longer pause. "Right now? I've got a pair of red
boxer briefs on. Yeah, they're new. You'll have to taste them tomorrow."
	"Oh, and one last thing. Once you hit the highway, strip to your
boxers. And call just before you get here, I want to be outside to see you
get out of the car almost naked. Bye son." He set the phone down.
	"You look so fucking hot in those briefs." He said, pulling them
down, letting my cock go free. In a matter of seconds he had my entire cock
in his mouth. I'd never felt pleasure like that before. It was only a few
minutes before I was screaming, and shooting my load down my grandfather's
throat. He pulled up my briefs, and stood me up.
	"Let's get to bed son." We went upstairs, and as I went to go to my
room, he pulled me back.
	"No. You're in my bed now." He took me to his room.
	"I love you granddad."
	"I love you too."