Date: Wed, 08 Mar 2006 20:49:53 -0600
From: Salvin Saar <salvinsaar@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Grandpa's Queer Test  part 1"

Disclaimer:

This is a fantasy. If you are offended by male on male incest,
cross-generational sexual relationships and so on, read no further. This is
a fictional story and does not endorse any type of lifestyle choice and
does not advocate any type of sexual abuse to minors or to those of legal
age. It is a role-playing fantasy, meant as an aide for consenting adults,
those who especially like father/son or older/younger role-playing
fantasies. I hope those who read it, will enjoy it as such. --Salvin Saar


Grandpa's Queer Test-part 1


I go to visit my Grandpa over the Summer holidays for a month, and what I
think is going to turn out to be a month of nothing to do, except farm work
and chores, turns out to be my sexual awakening of sorts.

Grandpa is a redneck, no doubt about it. Born and raised in Alabama and
that is where he is going to die (or so that is what he says). Into
hunting, church, and he knows everyone in town and vice versa. He's set in
his ways and a very "matter of fact" type of person.

"You sure are growin' up boy. How old you now?" He asked upon greeting me
at the train station.

"Uh...16, Grandpa," I said, wondering if I should feel a wee bit slighted
since he didn't remember.

He gives me a once over and a fleeting look in his eyes makes me feel
uncomfortable momentarily, while strangely aroused. We get into his pickup
truck, and pull out of the train station. It's a good hour to his
house/farm in the middle of nowhere.

At first the conversation seems a little forced and awkward but after a
while, we are talking easily about this and that, town gossip and so on. A
few times I could swear Gramps is checking out my package, and I shift a
little nervously, while his eyes wander back to the road.

"So you been playing with yourself a lot boy," he says casually, then looks
at me and smiles and gives me a playful wink. My face is red in an instant
and my first instinct is to try to crawl under the seat.

"I remember what it was like when I was your age; I couldn't wait to play
with it any chance I got," he said in his usual matter of fact tone.

Silence was the only way I could respond at first, feeling both violated by
his questions and embarrassed because his was right; I did play with myself
a lot, but I had always gotten the impression that it was something not
talked about and yet here was Grandpa telling me he had done it too and who
was not at all bashful about it.

Finally, once my breathing had resumed it's normal pace and my face once
again resembled a human skin tone, I summoned up the nerve and asked:

"Do you still do it?"

Even as the words came out of my mouth, I could hardly believe that I had
just asked my Grandpa is he still flogged his log.

"Of course boy! That's the only pleasure your Grandpa gets now that your
Grandma is passed on," he said easily as if anticipating my question. "And
there ain't nothin' wrong with it neither!" he said assuredly.

Somehow imagining my Grandpa jerking off, coupled with his other sexual
comments started to make me hard in my pants and the bulge that Grandpa had
admired earlier was now almost double in size. Damn these damn jogging
shorts, I thought to myself.  I shifted again to move the bulge out of
sight, but it just made me look like I was intentionally hiding something.

Grandpa looked over and knew instantly what was up: Me! He smiled broadly
and chucked: "You youngens..."

After getting settled in that night, we had dinner, watched some T.V. and
then went to bed. Gramps room was next to where I was sleeping and I
couldn't help but think about him and our conversation earlier that day. I
started stroking myself thinking of Grampa telling me he did it too. Why
that excited me I could not guess, but I shot a load in no time at all and
fell quickly off to sleep.

The next morning we got up early and Grandpa said we should go fishing at
his pond; it was about a mile away. We grabbed our gear and headed out. We
took out his little aluminum boat into the middle of the pond and fished
for a while and had a few beers together, which of course I thought was
cool of him.

Then, to my surprise, Grandpa got up, steadied himself and hauled out his
huge cock only about two feet from my face and starting pissing over the
side of the boat. He didn't seem to think anything about it. I was
mesmerized by his huge veiny tool, not even thinking of the fact that I was
looking at it intently. Then it dawned on me to look another direction,
which I did, but my attention was as if drawn by some unknown force back to
it. I had never seen another man's equipment this close before. His pubes
where gray and his cock was pink, smooth and long. I wanted to touch it
more than anything and I felt my own cock stir in my pants. Grandpa caught
on that I was looking at his cock:

"You gettin a good eye full boy," he said, giving me a questioning look.

"Oh....sorry Grandpa," I said blushing and looking away.

"Nothing to be sorry about boy, if you want to look, it don't bother me
none," he said and continued to piss.

I looked back again as he shook off his mammoth meat for half a minute; I
was rock hard in my shorts. Grandpa looked down and must have noticed, but
didn't say anything about it. He was pretty quite for the rest of the time
and I began to wonder if I had done something wrong.

There was a tension in the air after we got back from our trip. Grandpa was
nice to me in everyway, but I could tell something had changed after he had
noticed my obvious arousal.  I was afraid to bring it up, but after we had
cooked dinner and cleaned up, he broke the silence:

"Boy...are you a queer?" he said looking me in the eyes.

I had heard the term before and knew what it was, but I never thought I was
one of 'those'.

"A what?" I said in shock and disbelief, as though I had not heard him
correctly.

"You know.... a queer? You like lookin' at guys don'tcha boy?" he said
point blank.

"No, I don't!" I said feeling embarrassed and defensive. How could he even
think that, I thought to myself, as a surge of anger ran though me.  "I
just have never seen another guy's thing up close before Grandpa, that's
all, Honest!"

"Well, I think you might be a queer boy. You sprung a boner in your shorts,
lookin' at your Grampa's pecker, didn't you boy?" He said looking me in the
eyes.

"No Sir, I didn't....I just...." I said as tears we welling in my eye in
response to Grandpa's questioning and accusations.

"Don't lie to your Grampa boy, or you are gonna get a whuppen like you
won't believe Understand!" Grandpa said sternly. I could tell he meant
business.

"Now, answer my question: Did you get a hard-on looking at your Grandpa's
cock?"

"...I guess so..." I said red-faced and looking down as one tear escaped
and ran down my cheek.

"That probably means you are a queer boy, although you may not know it
yet. But I'm gonna have to test you to find out," he said, looking at me.
"I don't care if you are a queer, but I can't stand a liar, understand?" he
said grabbing my chin and looking into my eyes.

Then he gave me a hug and held me to his furry chest for a moment. Grandpa
had never been one to hug and to have him hugging me now for the first time
since I was like 8 or 9 felt really, really good.

He lifted my face and looked into my eyes, "You O.K. now boy?"

"Yeah," I said, although I was still a little scared about finding out if I
was a "queer".

"Let's go to my room and we can both find out a little about yourself."

I had never been in Grandpa's room before, except one or twice when Grandma
was alive. To me it seemed kind of a dark, smelling like old perfume and
mothballs. This is the first time I had been in it since she had passed
away. The way I thought it smelled had definitely changed.

Now it smelt like a man's room, spicy and a little musky, like man sweat. I
smelled the faint smell of patchouli too. It was kind of intoxicating. The
room was natural wood paneling, adding the smell of pine into the
mix. Grandpa's bed was centered in the middle of the room, against the rear
wall and a T.V. was opposite, against the front wall.

After we walked in, he closed his door, as if we needed some kind
privacy. My cock twitched instinctively in my pants at the sound of the
door closing. Grandpa went to the end of his bed and sat down. I was
standing in front of him.

"Talk off those clothes boy and let me have a good look at you," he
instructed.

"...Uh...O.K." I said nervously and slowly began taking off my shirt; I had
stripped down to my underwear within a minute. I was feeling a little
exposed by then, but nothing compared to when Grandpa suddenly reached out
and pulled my underwear down with a quick jerk, releasing my hard cock,
which jutted out confidently towards him.

"Damn, you really have grown up," he said admiring my hard cock and the
thick growth of dark, curly pubic hair that surrounded it like a moat; my
balls were hanging heavily between my legs; I knew there would be a huge
load cumming out of them soon.

Grandpa reached out and cupped my nuts in his large hand and I
automatically spread my legs so he could have easy access to them. It sure
felt good to have Grandpa's warm hand under my balls. He seemed to be
weighing them in his hands, and staring at them intently.

"You sure have got some big nuts boy, just like your Dad and me, and hairy
too!" he said with a little pride in his voice, as he bounced them gently
in his hand.

Then he stood up, lifted my arms and looked at the hair growing there and
then rubbed his fingers over my underarm hair. It sent a tingle through my
body and I giggled for a moment. Then he instructed me to flex my muscle
and he squeezed my biceps in his hand. I had been working out and I was
quite happy when he commented: "not bad!" Grandpa looked at me and smiled,
then sat back down, grabbed my nude hips and turned me around. He was
checking out my ass and ran his hand over my smooth orbs and then cupped
both of them in his hands.

"Well boy, you certainly are becoming one fine, good lookin' young man." I
guess it's time we get to the business at hand, and motioning for me to sit
next to him on the bed.

I sat down and he got up and grabbed something out of the bottom of his
dresser...a movie. He put it into the VCR and hit play. It was a porno! I
was very surprised that Grandpa even owned something like that. I must have
conveyed that in the look I gave him and he looked back at me and smiled:
"What! You didn't think you're Granddad likes to watch porn?"

I shook my head. "Well, now you know I do. If you ever what to get me
something really good for my birthday, you know what to get!" he said
giving me a wide smile.

"Now, pay attention to what's going on," he said directing my attention to
the T.V. I had never actually seen a porn before, but I'd heard all about
them. Either Dad didn't have any or he kept them pretty well hidden,
because I had never discovered any in his room, and believe me when I say,
I looked.

The first one was a guy screwing this girl. The whole action of the guy
fucking the girl really turned me on. The man was very masculine and hairy
and you could tell he was really into what he was doing. The girl was
making screaming noises, which sounded stupid and fake and it began to
annoy me. After about five minutes, Grandpa looked down between my legs and
grabbed my cock.

"Still hard down there boy?" he said.

"Yes Sir," I said. "Am I a queer?"

"I still don't know that yet boy; be patient" he said and smiled. I
couldn't help but look over and notice that Grandpa had a huge bulge in his
pants. Apparently the movie was having a pretty good effect on him, or so
it appeared.

Then he got up to put in another movie and it was obvious he was hard. His
overalls were tending out at his crotch. He didn't seem to notice or care
and grabbed another movie from his collection. He took out the other movie
and put it in.

It came on and it was two women messing around, and a moment later they
were joined by a third women. I was definitely disappointed that there were
no men in the scene and my eyes started to wander back over the Grandpa's
crotch. He was still tenting a woody down there and that really turned me
on.

He seemed to know what I was up to: "Concentrate on what's going on on
T.V. boy so we can find out, O.K." He said directing my attention back to
the lesbian scene. I did as he instructed and was bored within a
minute. Nothing about the scene appealed to me, and both my cock and me
lost interest. After another moment, I felt Grandpa's hand grab my limp
noodle, which started to come back to life with his touch.

"One more test," he said.

I was really hoping it was going to be better than the last one and I was
not disappointed. Grandpa stood up in front of me and dropped his overalls,
leaving him naked in front of me. He grabbed his already hard cock in his
hand and started stroking it.

"Is this what you want to see?" he said in a gruff voice. "You want to see
a man playing with himself?" he said looked at me and moving towards
me. "Is this what you want boy?"

"Yes Sir" I said. I was instantly hard as he approached. One of his hands
was rubbing his now incredibly large cock while the other reached down and
grabbed my teen cock and started working it back and forth. I felt my whole
body tingling with pleasure. From where I was sitting on the bed, Grandpa's
huge member was just a couple of inches from my face and I watched as his
hand moved back and forth down his long meaty shaft. Something wet was
glimmering from his piss hole. I moved up to get an even closer look. I
wanted to taste it so bad and I stuck out my tongue and licked the red,
bulbous cock head.

Grandpa stopped for a second as if startled and looked down at me and
smiled big. "Oh yeah, boy...you are a queer aren't you!" He said
lustily. "Grandpa's sure gonna enjoy the hell out of you this Summer," he
said and pushed his cock between my lips and into my throat, while grabbing
the back of my head in his hands to keep me in place.

"Oh Yeah! That's a good cocksucker . Keep sucking Grandpa's meat, that's
right boy," he said and forced me to take his huge fucker all the way
back. I gagged at first and he let off so I could catch my breath, but in
no time I was taking that huge cock in my mouth like a pro.

We moved onto the bed and Grandpa fucked my face for a good 20 minutes. He
moaned like an animal in heat and kept grabbing my cock and jerking it up
and down as he fucked my mouth.

"I've gotta unload boy," he said and pulled his cock out of my mouth and
began stroking himself quickly. I started to do the same, but Grandpa took
my hand away from my cock.  "No boy, you wait till I tell you to cum,
understand!" he said sternly. I nodded back a little stunned. He gave my
face a playful smack; "you're gonna take my load first queer," he said
grinning.

He continue to jerk off his huge meat while straddling my chest. I loved
looking at his masculine and rugged face, the white and gray hair of his
beard and that covered his chest and his crotch. His muscular arm began
moving faster and faster, while his breath quickened suddenly. He let out a
big groan and his arm slowed to milk the cum out of his huge monster
cock. He placed his cock between my lips and as he started to squirt,
forced his cock deep into my mouth. I felt his hot jism splatter the back
of my tonsils and I tried to swallow quickly as the fast waves of his hot
man juice came spilling forth. "Yeah, take it queer," he yelled while he
continued to fuck my mouth, as his sperm evacuated his balls. I could feel
and hear his hairy, heavy nuts slapping my chin as he fucked my face
fiercely. My cock was so hard and throbbing. I loved tasting Grandpa's
salty cum and I wanted more.

After a few moments he was spent and he stopped and pulled his cock out of
my mouth. He leaned down and kissed me gently on the lips and licked a
little of his own jism off of me. Then he moved down and took my stiff and
throbbing pole into his mouth and worked his mouth and hand, up and down
the rigid shaft. I was in heaven, having just taken Grandpa's load and now
he was milking and sucking my cock. I was ready to explode. Then, he suck
his finger in his mouth and a second later I could feel him rubbing my
asshole. I had never thought of doing that before. He massaged my anus
while continuing to suck me off. My breathing quickened and I warned
Grandpa that I was getting close.

"Go ahead and shoot it for me boy," he said giving me permission to cum.

Just as my body started to jerk in the motion of orgasm, Grandpa rammed his
finger into my asshole, causing my face to grimace from the unexpected
pain. The pain however was soon masked by overwhelming pleasure, such as I
had never felt before. I could feel my hole clamping down on his thick
finger, as my cock erupted, shooting the first of many steams of cum. But
Grandpa covered my cock quickly as if to save the boy jism and started
sucking the white cream into his mouth, while pushed his finger deeper into
my virgin hole. I groaned, moaned and hollered in pleasure, as my body
involuntarily jerked up and down. I felt as if I were expelling a gallon of
cum through my cock as waves of ecstasy crashed over me. I knew my nuts
were releasing their heavy burden, a burden that could only be released by
this magnitude of pure lust and pleasure, shooting my little swimmers deep
into Grandpa's sucking mouth.

After I had stopped convulsing from pure satisfaction, I relaxed and tried
to catch my breath. Grandpa pulled his finger out of me and held me in his
furry arms. Our naked bodies pressed against one another and we enjoyed
each other's warmth and satisfaction.

After coming out of my daze of ecstasy I spoke:

"Am I a queer Grandpa?" I said, looking in his eyes.

"You are boy, and I'm proud of you. I don't care if you're a queer. I just
want you to be the best queer you can be; I plan to help you get there," he
said with a smile and kissed my forehead.


If you liked the story please let me know and perhaps the story will
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