Date: Sat, 5 Nov 2022 11:46:46 -0700
From: Pomo Wolf <pomowolf74@gmail.com>
Subject: Grandpa was Everything (Gay / Incest, oral, anal, and ws b/M)

Incest, oral, anal, and ws b/M

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their
sexuality.  It contains graphic scenes of sex between a
consenting underage boy and an adult male.  If this type
of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do
not read it.

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                Grandpa was Everything
                         By
                        Wolf

	My sexual awaking took place in Manchester, UK in
1995.  I had just turned 11-years-old.  I favored my
mother's side of the family.  They were from the Scottish
Lowlands and were very foreskin people.  Like my mother
I had brown hair, green eyes, very slim, and pale skin, I
sunburn quickly.  My name is Alan and I was a shy
studious boy.  People often commented that I was very
cute and my facial features were like my mother's.  (Girls
were always pursuing me.  I had no interest in them!)  My
one passion was football (soccer).  I belonged to a local
club and practiced after school and played matches
normally at 10am on Saturdays.  Manchester United was
our favorite team.

	My parents would sometimes be busy on weekends
(Dad used to travel for work often and Mum would
sometimes accompany him) so quite often they would ask
my grandad to look after me.  This would involve him
watching my practices and games then taking me home to
stay with him afterwards.

	Grandad: was named Albert, was 65-years-old, and
had an alpha male personality, extremely handsome.
Great head of salt and pepper gray hair.  He was half
Italian from southern Italy.  He tanned easily (compared
to me). He has brown eyes and was Quite tall 6' 3" or
190cm with big feet and hands.  He was a physically
imposing man with a hairy chest, arms and legs. I idolized
my grandfather.

	He had an important job working in a bank and
always looked so dapper wearing a three-piece suit and
concretive ties.  He had a really nice house in the Trafford
area of the city and was a widower for a dozen years.

	We had a routine, where Grandad would take me
home after football practice.  I loved it, as he drove a
really cool vintage red car (Triumph TR-2 from 1958) and
all the boys on the team would look at the car with envy.
Afterwards he would cook me lunch and then we'd settle
in for the afternoon and watch Tilly.  Normally, grandad
would ask me to take off his shoes and bring him his
slippers.  I still remember the intoxicating aroma of his
sock covered feet while I took off his shoes.  At the time, it
made my willy a little hard but I didn't understand why.
Afterwards I would lie on the rug on the floor in front of
him while we both watched the Tilly (normally a
Manchester United match).  I would be wearing shorts,
knee length socks and a T-shirt.  Grandad would normally
put his feet on mine and we'd play footsie throughout the
game.  His large size 13 feet rubbing against my boy size 6
feet was a really nice sensation, my boy willy was rock
hard as I lay on the rug.

	We continued this routine for a couple of months.  I
was getting more and more aroused by Grandad during
these sessions and more curious sexually as an 11-year-
old boy.  I started to discover my own willy and fantasies.
At the same time, I really wanted to see grandad naked
and grew more curious about his body.  I was a horny kid
even at the age of 11.  I used to get into his laundry
hamper and smell his socks and white briefs (with piss
stains on them) and jerk my willy.  I think Grandad
became aware of my activities because our routine
changed one Saturday.

	After the football match, Grandad told me to sit on
the couch beside him instead of laying on the floor.  I
cuddled next to him, and he started to put his hands all
over my body.  He slowly massaged my smooth skin with
his large hands.  He slowly slipped his hand into my shorts,
and he was taken aback that my willy was so hard.  That
didn't stop him though and he continued to stroke it
slowly.  He slipped off my white undies and told me to put
them on the floor.  Then he continued to wank me off
until I had a dry orgasm.

	Afterwards, he told me to take off his shoes and
socks (I went crazy for his foot aroma) and his trousers
too.  He guided my hand to his uncut willy (I still
remember how dark his penis was compared to my small
pale hand).  His cock was at least 7-inches long and it was
a darker color.  He was uncut and the foreskin extended at
least a half inch beyond the large mushroom head.  He
told me to stroke it.  After a few minutes, he told me to
take his willy into my mouth.

	So, I did as he asked and sucked on his cock.  After a
few minutes he came into my mouth.  I was very happy to
please Grandfather.  Afterwards, He told me I had to
never speak about what we did. That was the beginning of
my fun with Granddad, every week after that I would sit
on his lap (both of us naked) while we watched the
matches.

	I learned by experience that what Granddad ate
affected the taste of his flesh.  Meat didn't taste good to
me.  I found that if he ate celery, it gave his flesh a
sweeter taste.  As I became an adult, I see to it that the
men I have sex with eat celery before I suck their cocks.

	While we watched football matches naked with me
sitting on his lap, I was thrilled at the feeling of his large
cock nestled between the cheeks of my arse.  I would
squirm around and that would stimulate Grandpa's penis.
One day he lifted me up and aligned my little bum hole
with his stiff cock and lowered me down on it.  When the
head started stretching my sphincter, I experienced a pain
I had never undergone before.  I begged Grandpa to
please pull it out.  Granddad lifted me up and reached
over to the end table and retrieved a tube of some sort of
lubricant.  He applied a generous amount all over his cock
and wrapped his hand round the shaft to spread the jell
evenly all over the shaft.  Then he stuck two of his greasy
fingers into my bum hole.  This time when he lowered my
bum down onto his cock even though it hurt when the
head stretched my sphincter but the cock quickly slid
deep into my colon.  I was sitting on his mat of salt-an-
pepper gray pubic hair.  The pain subsided when he
started fucking me.  When he came in my arse, I felt
proud of myself.

	When I got off of his lap, I felt a cold rush of air on
my inflamed gaping arse hole and felt his cum dripping
down my legs.  I knelt before Granddad and clung to his
thighs while I licked and sucked his cock clean.  Anal sex
became a regular part of our sexual activity.

	One afternoon after he finished fucking me, he led
me to the bathroom and We showered together.  We
stood together under the spray of warm water.  Granddad
had me kneel before him and he had his cock in hand he
started peeing all over my body.  His piss was warm and I
opened my mouth to receive a generous amount of his
piss and I swallowed it.  When he was finished, I stood up
and pissed all over his hairy legs.  We showered together
to clean up.

	Granddad was a very alpha top male.  I was his
submissive bitch, and loved pleasing him.  We continued
with our sexual activity through my college days.  After
Grandpa passed away there was nothing keeping me in
Manchester.

	I moved to the United States more than ten years
ago and became an American citizen. In memory of my
granddad, I bought a red Triumph TR-3 with chrome wire
wheels.  Knowing that the TR-3 engine's weakness is the
space between the third and fourth piston, I replaced it
with a fuel injected, turbot-charged four-cylinder Nissen.  I
had to change the suspension to handle the 300
horsepower.  It was fun to be able to make Corvettes and
Mustangs eat my dust.

	I don't feel comfortable frequenting gay bars.  I
prefer to attend social gatherings to meet men.  When I
get horny, I frequent a notorious public park.  On one such
outing I saw a distinguished looking older man sitting on a
park bench reading a hardbound book.  I noticed that he
was dressed stylishly in a tweed sports coat and smart tie.
I also noticed that he was wearing handmade Italian
shoes.  I asked him if he minded if I joined him.

	He looked up and gave me a pleasant smile and
said: "Be my guest."

	As I sat down, I asked him what he was reading, and
he said that he was reading an unauthorized biography of
Oscar Wilde.  The Irish poet and playwrite.

	I knew a lot about him and we discussed the tragic
ending of his life.  He was an attractive flamboyant man.
He is best known for his novel "The Picture of Dorian
Gray."  Even though me was married it was well known
that he was gay and desired young men.  When he was
41-ears old the English court system decided to prosecute
him to make him an example supporting their law against
homosexual behavior.  They forced him to endure a
parade of young men that described how he deduced
them.  Nothing was said about the fact that these young
men were whores and blackmailed Oscar.  He was
sentenced to two years hard labor and exiled for three
years.  His marriage was destroyed and he died at the age
of 46.  His death was attributed to an inner ear infection,
but the malicious rumor was that it was syphilis that killed
him.

	We had a pleasant chat before he invited me to
have a drink at his apartment.


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