Date: Fri, 20 Oct 2017 17:23:40 -0400
From: Hank Tabbet <hanktabbet1@gmail.com>
Subject: My Grandson Billy Part 2

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My Grandson Billy

Part 2

This story features M/b love, if that's not your thing, don't read it.

All the way home from the graduation, I sat holding hands with William in
the backseat of his father's car. The bond we had was unbreakable. Our time
together was no longer something that occurred, indeed, we hadn't been
intimate in probably a few years' time. He was at the end of his first four
years in college and this was the first time I'd seen him come home. He was
beginning his life, and I understood that there probably wouldn't be a
place for me. I was getting older anyway, and I was nearly as virile as I
had been, but I still had a grand affection for me. I was surprised, I even
gasped, in the cover of the night's darkness in the back of his father's
car, he reached over and put his hand over my crotch and gave me a big
smile. It was on a brief moment, but it was wonderful. I returned the
gesture. I could feel he was swollen in his pants. Maybe later, I'd get one
more taste of his stiff 7 inches, maybe...

I thought back to those first few days of exploration when he was but a wee
lad. 9 years old, going on 10 and ready to explore the world, himself and
me it seemed. I wasn't even forty at the time, widower and a closeted gay
man, indeed, a closeted boy lover. Certainly, I was a lover of this boy
that insisted on being with his boring grandpop while mom and dad had to
work long shifts away to reclaim a life my son had almost thrown away, but
instead of just walking away, he was trying to make it work no matter how
much Billy's mom resisted or tried to turn away herself. It was a mistake,
but there was boy right here, right now, that needed as much attention as
anyone else. I guess I was taking up some of that role.

I remember that night after putting him to bed, waking up in the morning to
his laughter downstairs as he helped to make breakfast. His dad was
struggling to do much more than be asleep which he would be soon. I joined
them. He betrayed not a thing of our secret time, he was just being the
happy boy he should always be.

That night, I remember, he came to see me. I pretended to be engrossed in
the paper. His mom warned Billy as per usual to not bother me. When she
left, I put the paper aside and I put my hands out to him. How are you baby
boy? He smiled. I'm better now. You need some hugs and kisses? He nodded
and climbed up to me. Is your thing really big? He asked me looking so
naughty. Not right now I said, but I'm sure it will be. I've got you on my
lap! Why does it do that, he asked? Well, I said, when you get to act a
little naughty, it gets excited and wants to stand up and play. Sometimes,
if you really love someone, in that special way, it will get hard when
you're with them and are able to touch them, hug and kiss them. And we call
it a penis. It's your penis. Your penis becomes erect, and if it's erect
long enough and you play with it, or have a good friend play with it, it
will feel really good. You call that an orgasm. Is that when the daddy
stuff comes out? I chuckled at him. Yes, when you're older. In a few years,
you'll make that juice squirt out when you have an orgasm. It's what makes
a baby when a daddy does that inside the mommy's vagina. He laughed at
me. I know it's silly, but that's what happens. I know, he said, mommy
explained it to me, but I don't like thinking of daddy doing that to
mommy. Oh, I know, but it's how they got you. That's a good thing? He
nodded and giggled.

I pulled him up to me and he hugged me. I opened my lips and he pushed his
tongue in. I sucked on that little baby boy's tongue for a while and surely
my cock was rock hard after that. I put my tongue into his mouth and he
sucked it. I felt like he was nursing at a tit. It was very sensual to feel
him do that with my tongue. I pulled back from him and he looked at me, red
faced and teary eyed. I said, are you upset? He said no. He whispered, I'm
happy. He laid his head on my chest and held him there. I ran my hand up
under his robe, along his leg. When I reached his thigh, he let his legs
open up and I ran my hand right to his groin. He gasped, but didn't look up
or move his head. I took a hold of him. His stiff erection was in my
fingers. I stroked him and then I rubbed the outside of my fingers against
his scrotum. Do you want to get naked? I asked. He nodded and moved
back. He shrugged out his robe as I stood up to do the same. He stood
there, my cock hanging just at the level of his chest, nearly poking
him. He stood there, blushed red, his hard cock straight up, pointing at
his belly button. I stepped forward and held his head in one hand. My cock
head dripping a bead of pre-cum, he moved into me for a hug. My cock now
against him, dotting at his chin. I hugged him back and then sat back on
over-sized chair spreading my legs.

He climbed up and spread his legs over mine. His erection often collided
with mine.  I reached between us and took ahold of him once more. He gasped
and bucked his hips. He scooted forward and gently took a hold of me. It
was such magic that first time his tentative little hand reached over and
wrapped itself around my hard, hot adult cock, the pre-cum leaking down to
his fingers. He pulled it to his belly and rubbed it over the soft flesh of
his gut, the pre-cum leaving a sticky trail. He let go of it and looked up
at me. Am I naughty? Am I bad? No, I whispered. You're a beautiful boy,
naked and in my arms. You couldn't be more wonderful. He turned to sit with
his back to me, spreading his legs out. I put my hand out, just over his
groin. Can I play with that special thing between your legs there? He
looked up and nodded at me. I reached down and fondled him. My fingers
playing gently with his scrotum and testicles, stroking that hard nail of a
boy shaft. He leaned back and let me play. I pulled on him and tickled at
his taint. He sighed and cooed. It took some time but suddenly he tensed
up. His little boy balls rose in that pink, soft sack and I felt the vein
on the underside of his young boy cock throb. He gasped and jerked. I
kissed at his face and rubbed his soft boobs. When it was over he asked me,
is that it? I nodded. Did you like that? He looked up me with one of soft
and mild smiles and nodded. I'm glad.

I drew him up into a kiss and we sat for the rest of the night, hugged
together. My fingers straying to his genitals and if I could go farther, to
his taint and even back to his crack. Just before the night was over, I had
him get down on all fours, his butt up toward me. That asshole was on
display, and might fine that soft, simple dimple was. I cupped his balls
from behind and trailed my fingers along his crack so he could feel them
graze his anus. He laughed and rolled away from me. My cock had long before
become soft, but after that display Billy's own boy cock was awake. I
carried him to bed, dressed him and tucked him in, seeing off to sleep with
a good kiss. I went back to my bedroom and jerked off, covering my belly
with white cum.

The next night, it was much the same. Us getting naked and holding each
other, our hands exploring as they wanted to and our mouths kissing as I
liked so much. I ran my hand down to his scrotum. He scooted his knees
apart. Down there, he said. I smiled at him. I pushed my fingers over his
taint and then I pressed my index finger against his anus. He gasped,
blushed an extra shade of red and I felt him wriggle his bottom against my
hand. You like that, I asked. He nodded. That's really naughty! Is that ok?
He asked with a concerned look. If you like it, it's more than ok. He
leaned in to kiss me again and I took his tongue in between my lips. After
a moment, I pulled away and said kiss my titties like that! He looked at me
with one of those boy's `huh?' looks. Suck on my titties, I said indicating
my hard nubs. He leaned in and went to work on the left one. I moaned. You
like that? He asked with another `huh?' look. I nodded. He went back at it
and soon was nursing on me. First one then the other. My cock nearly shot a
load against him. That feels good? He asked. I nodded and pulled him up. I
stuck out my tongue licked flat over his own flesh boob. He gasped. See? I
said. I sucked at him until both nipples were hard little points. He soon
was really gasping. I reached between his legs and stroked him. He
came. His voice cracked. He called out. His dry cum burst from him in a
heaving wave. See? I said when he finished. I pulled him around, his back
to my belly and I stroked my cock. I let the head boink his belly as I
stroked. I told him, I'm going to cum on you, watch it. He was intent on
seeing my big purple head swell and then with a jerk, 8 lines of cum, one
after the other shot over his belly and up his chest. I was gasping and
sweating and as shot after shot streaked him with my hot white cum. He was
wide eyed and open mouthed. I smiled at him and laughed. I slapped my cock
against him. Woah, he said. That's a lot of juice! I make a lot of it, I
agreed. It's hot, he said. It's from these balls of mine! I ran my hand up
him smearing him in cum. I put my sticky finger to his lips. Taste that
boy. Get that in your mouth. He did. I could tell he wasn't really sure but
he did. I licked my hand after him and went for more. He pulled my thumb to
his mouth and he sucked on it, freshly smeared with the cream just shot
from my balls.

I put my sticky fingers to his soft little member and pulled on it gently
trying to reawaken it. He was grunting and groan, his legs spread wide. My
middle finger pushed under him and poked at his anus. I didn't enter him,
but I did go after it. He drew his knees up as much as he could and I was
rubbing a circle over his little boy pucker with three fingers. I returned
to his cock, stroking him back to hardness, my other hand cupping and
gently massaging his fleshy boobs and his fleshy belly. That cock gets
really hard when I touch your bottom hole, huh Billy? He laughed. He
agreed. It feels really naughty. It makes me shiver! I chuckled at him. I
licked my fingertips and put them back at his hole and rubbed him. Oh man!
He said. You ever thought someone would play with your butthole? He looked
at me and blushed. He shook his head. You play with yourself before this?
He nodded and giggled. I like playing with myself. Me too I said going back
to work on making him cum.

He held onto me, gripping my arms and he tensed up. Those little pink boy
balls pulling up in their bag, his little boy cock throbbing under my
fingers, his butt grinding down on my hand. His mouth barking out gasps and
moans. We spent the rest of the night reading some of his favorite stories
together. A cock in hand there. A kiss there. Rubbing the others scrotum
after that... then it was off to bed as per usual. That little boy's
bright smile as he rolls over and shuts his eyes.

We pulled into the drive as my reverie was lifted. I reluctantly let go of
William's hand. We all went inside and had some cake and some wine. I could
help but stare at after him.

That's part two Ð any feedback or requests or anything else you want to
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