Date: Fri, 14 Dec 2018 01:57:15 +0000 (UTC) From: Harry Kearns Subject: Grandfather was my sexual Prometheus (Part 2) Gay Incest Please I beg and implore you to donate to NIFTY. This site allows me to tell my true tales. http:/donate.nifty.org/donate.html As usual this material is for readers 18 and older. If you find my stories offensive that what the hell are you doing here? To my readers: I can't thank you enough for taking the time and emailing me how much you've enjoyed my stories. You're the main reason why I will continue telling my true tales. And maybe someday I'll actually delve into fiction. I wish I could list all of the authors that encouraged me to write and publish. I am in your eternal debt. As usual feel free to drop me a line (afoolishringmaster@aol.com) So before I start chapter 2, I almost feel like if you had a time machine, this is kind of a "how to" guide to molest me. The first chapter may of appeared "dark", however in the real world it's not always happily ever after. But the story must go on. Chapter 2 - The changes within me If you have read "The Kid and the Suit Maker" it wasn't long after that weekend that I put the moves on him. And yes, it truly was a one off situation. We moved yet again to a different apartment complex. Although we were closer to my grandparents, I was playing sports year round and didn't have a whole lot of time with him. I'm going to fast forward the age clock and pick up the story when I was 13. I just finished 8th grade and that's when I "reconnected" with my grandfather again. I finally sprouted some pubes as was able to cum. Once the school year was finished, I rode my bike everywhere during the summer. My grandfather retired so from time to time I would visit and used the community pool and shoot hoops. So when I popped by one morning and let myself in, my Grandmother and Great Grandmother were just about to head out and play bridge. Our sexual play evolved. It was no longer a one sided affair. He wasn't a large man at all. His cock was maybe 4 1/2" at the most. It was thin and cut. But that allowed me to easily swallow him whole and get a good portion of his balls in my mouth. He could not cum, only had dry orgasms. But that was no big deal for when I shot my load, I made up the difference between the both of us. He never swallowed. He likes shooting it all over my body, and wipe my cock in my own cum in order for me to let it all out. He was an awesome kisser, loved to hold both of our cocks together to get us both off. Always loved the blow jobs he gave me, which in turn made me a rather eager cocksucker. But it was the touch and intimacy that I craved for the most. Another change in the dynamic was that he wanted to take up golf again. So he bought himself and I a set of starter clubs and the other necessary stuff needed. Spent about two weeks with an instructor, a couple more weeks at a par 3 course before feeling confident enough to play a real round of 18. Since there was a country club within an easy bike ride, he got me a summer membership so I can go at the times that he couldn't. Well it's safe to say that I suck at golf. If they just bend the courses about 90 degrees to the left, I might of found enjoyment. But there are advantages of hitting your golf ball in the woods. There was plenty of time looking for the lost ball while grandfather and I played with each other cocks or a suck tease. So a little tug here and a little suck there made me a hell of a lot less frustrated on the links. Back at their place grandfather did try to fuck me. It didn't do it for me and I made it rather clear this was a "no go" type of situation so we stayed oral for the rest of the time. Who knows? If he knew what he was doing and had lubricant, it could of went into a different phase of our sexual relationship. Anyways, since I had the summer off and bored out of my gourd, I went to the golf course at least twice a week. My grandfather made sure I had enough money to hit the driving range,so I could make some sort of attempt like I knew what I was doing. I was well supplied with a minimum of two dozen golf balls. It was guaranteed I'd sacrifice at least ten balls per 18 holes. I would often show up solo so the pro would pair me up with a twosome or threesome. And the time of day I was with much older gentleman. No since I was an army brat, I couldn't get the "Yes sir, No sir" out of my head. I was also sure to mind my P's and Q's around adults. Some of the pairs and threesomes welcomed me and had a grand old time laughing at my horrific display of golf. Others felt like I was a nuisance and burdened by my presence. And there were other gentleman that had other plans with me. One of the first indicators of and older made more interested in me versus golf is that they wanted me to drive the cart. It's a lot easier to put a hand on my thigh and other places where other's couldn't see what's going on. Also I had my first beer and learned how to drink whiskey from a flask to loosen me up. Sometimes it's a fondle, sometimes I was offered money to expose myself and let them touch me and or touch them. Some wanted to do things I certainly did not want to do. There were times I quit the round if they didn't get the hint. But on those rare occasions there was that hot "grandpa" who was smart enough to appeal to my more playful side. I'd just about let them have there way with me. There was this particular old golfer that knew my routine rather quickly. He was in his early 70's, buzz cut white hair, and a permanent smile on his face. I might of purposely wore my shortest shorts and was freeballing for easier access. All I had to do was suck in my gut just a little and that gave him all the access he needed. He would dip a finger in lotion and swipe at the head of my cock causing me to leak uncontrollably. I learned to wear lighter colored shorts so I could hide the "salty smile" so others didn't know what was happening. More times than not he would buy me lunch after the round and offered numerous times to put the bike in his trunk and drive me home. Generally I would say no because the apartment complex was full of gossipy people. It had to of been towards the end of July when this old man and I took it to a different level. My grandfather never knew I played with others. I guess I like keeping things compartmentalized. He told me he had a banquet to attend to on Friday afternoon but his wife would be away for the weekend and wondered if I might spend the weekend with him. So like the typical teenager, I lied to my parents and said I'm staying at a friends house. They didn't bat an eye and was granted permission. Went to a pay phone and called him up. He was there and said for me to come on over. It took me about an hour to get there on my bike. It was a lovely home on the ritzier part of town. He left the garage door opened for me so I parked my bike and closed the garage. A simple rap on the door and when he opened it, he was completely naked. What I didn't know until now was that I was playing with a furry beast. That's only the beginning. He leads my to the basement. As I went downstairs my eyes were big as saucers checking out all the things in the fully finished basement. It was the first time I saw a sling and a wooden cross with leather straps to hold one in place. The was a set of riding crops near the cross. I really had no idea what I just got myself into. Seeing my reaction the old man said, "I take it you've never seen these things before?" "Um, no. Is that for you or for me?" My voice shot up in two octaves. "In general it's for me but if you want to try it out be my guest. Do you know anything about `safewords'?" He asked. "Not a freaking clue sir?" I was quite intimidated at the scene before me. "As far as I'm concerned anything goes with what you want to do with me. However if it gets to intense or painful the person says the safeword and the action ends. This also applies to the thing I'd like to do with you. What are your sexual experiences son?" Now I did not want to divulge what my grandfather and I do. So I kinda of ad libbed, "Well sir, I've kissed, fondled, and sucked another boy's cock. I never fucked nor do I ever want to be fucked." I said. My face is twenty shades of red by now. "Oh pity." He started. "Well why don't you strip and get naked with me on the couch. We got all weekend to explore and find what makes us happy with each other. And if we want to try other things that would be great." So we sat next to each other on this plush L-shaped couch. He lounges back at the corner section. That Snow White furry chest had me hypnotized that led down to his shaved region. He had a thick uncut cock with huge balls. He slowly opens his legs and I climb in between them. I kissed him on the cheek and worked towards the earlobe. He didn't expect that and started to moan right away. His cock definitely sprang into life. It was maybe 5", but the thickest cock I ever witnessed. It seemed to nestle oh so perfectly into my parted cheeks. He then tweeks my nipples and got me rock hard. After a little tongue to tongue mouth war, I slowly slid down and took his cock in my mouth. "Oh man! You know exactly what you're doing! Don't stop, keep it going!" He gasped. I started to massage his large, heavy, ballsack. I would tickle the underside of his balls and his hips would spasm upwards while I was engulfing his dick. He let me go doing this for a little bit before he stopped me. "I don't want to cum just yet! I've been a bad, bad boy and I should be punished!" He said with an enthusiasm that I've never witnessed before. "Ok? What am I suppose to do to you?" I barely got the words out of my mouth and was getting scared. "I need to be flogged and flogged good." He led me over to the cross and instructed me on how to tie him in. Once he was secure he gave me the safe word and told me to grab the largest flogger. How should I put this? Here I am being told to do something that's not in my nature. I do not like inflicting pain whatsoever. And I'm being told to do things in order for him to get off on it. "Sir. I know you want this, but I can't do this to you. I'm really sorry." I whispered. The whole scene died within me. This did not sit well with me. So I undid the straps and started to get dressed. "Aren't you gonna stay? We can do other things." He pleaded. "Sorry but this is freaking me out and I don't feel comfortable at all. If you don't mind I'll see my way out." I didn't give him a chance to respond as I quickly bounded up the stairs. I hit the garage door opener and pedaled like the wind. Once I got back to the apartment complex, I stowed my bike away and came into the apartment. Only my father was there. My mother was working late. "Why are you back? I thought you were with friends?" My father asked. "They're being assholes. I rather be alone." I replied and went straight back to my room. I didn't sleep well that night. And the following morning I felt lonely and needed comfort sex. So I called my grandfather and asked if I could come over. He knew something was up but smart enough not to ask. All I wanted was for us to be naked. I laid my head in his lap while I jerked off my 4" cut cock. It was one of the largest cum loads I ever had. It was like a lake of sperm that went from chin to crotch. Around mid August I forged my mother's signature in order to play freshman football. I'm going to end the chapter here because that's a whole different ballgame in my sexual life. THE END Hope you enjoy this installment. My other works: "The Kid and the Suit Maker" gay adult youth "Oh how I miss Craigslist" gay encounters