Date: Thu, 7 Feb 2008 12:17:47 -0500
From: Steve <stephalan@earthlink.net>
Subject: Grampa's Fuck Boy   Single Story

                       Grampa's Fuck Boy

                         By Jim Turner
                (MMb, inc, ped, 1st, anal, oral)

Author's Note: I welcome your E-mail comments.  If I helped you find a
good hard cum, I welcome that knowledge and would appreciate it if you
can help me find mine as well by allowing me the pleasure of hearing about
your own wicked fantasies.  So when you're done reading my story and if
you are so inclined, clean the cum off your hands and write me at:
piggie2man@yahoo.com

DISCLAIMER: This is a fantasy story involving sex between a
grandfather and father with an adolescent boy. Some people apparently
have trouble distinguishing between fantasy and reality.  What I've
written about never happened to me or anyone I have ever known.  In my
mind, anyone who attempts to do these acts with a minor in real life
deserves the harshest penalties the law allows. But if you can read such
literature simply as the fantasy it is intended to be, then by all means pull
down your pants, get a towel, read my story and I hope you feel the
enjoyment I felt when I wrote it.


I could not wait for the end of the school year.  I could remember earlier
years waiting for school to finally end but none of them seemed to take
as long to finish as the Fourth Grade.  As the summer got closer, the
temperature  during the day got hotter and hotter just as the sexual
excitement between my legs did the same.  I learned about the pleasure
of playing with my own peter last year when I had my first dry cum.  I
thought that I had discovered the most wonderful thing in the world and
I was sure I alone knew the secret, that  wonderful pleasure between my
legs.  All I knew is that once I discovered it I had to get that great
feeling in my body every day and not just once each day.  I didn't
understand it and was afraid that I would lose it or it would just stop but
I knew enough to realize that however it worked my peter and balls where
the primary source for it.  Maybe that is why I became so interested in
what men had between their legs.  It was also then that I begin to look
for the men's underwear ads in the clothing catalogues.  I'd have rather
looked at the real thing, particularly my Grandfather's thing, but I
learned early the benefit of using whatever else was available that I
could get my hands on to increase my pleasure.  As far as the ending of
that school year was concerned, sure it would be the end of having to go
to school every day so I could fill my days swimming and messing around
on  Grampa's farm, but most of all it meant Grampa and I would be
together, just the two of us.  Every year Dad and I would go out to
Grampa's farm for a couple of weeks but this year in the ninth year of my
life, I was considered old enough to stay out there just with Grampa.  I
really don't remember when Grampa became the object of my desire but
I can still remember sitting in school with my little dick always hard and
feeling a different kind of warmth in the pit of my stomach when I
thought about him.  What I had not yet figured out was how I was going
to tell Grampa  what I felt.

I remember after Dad dropped me off and I was finally there with
Grampa, the reality of actually being with him on the farm was hard for
my young mind to accept.  I thought about him so much and now there he
was right in front of me and I had to some how reconcile that reality with
the fantasy grandfather that had lived in my mind for so many months.
I could feel the strength of his arms and body as he held me and kissed
me in welcome, the Grampa smell on him and his clothes.  It was not that
I was feeling disappointment in any way about my Grampa but I needed
a little time to let my fantasy Grampa and real Grampa become one.

It didn't take long for my two gram pas to become one and as they did the
tight confusion I felt initially inside was replaced with gut twisting
thoughts about my Grampa's peter.  Now the force of his physical
presence seemed to put me in a state of desperate need.  I didn't just
have thoughts of his peter filling my head, it was as if my body was in a
fever that could only be satisfied between his legs.  I didn't know what
to do.  I certainly could not tell him about it, so my only outlet was to be
as physically close him as I could.  Wherever he sat, I sat next to him,
stood next to him, I even tried to pee next to him in the toilet but the
one time I tried, he stopped pissing and let me go first.  I was still
standing next to him after when the hard force of his piss hit the water
and I could see the head of his cock with its large slit to let that much
piss stream out.  After seeing and being close to his peter it was even
worse.  Finally out of desperation I would hunt for his dirty underwear
whenever I got the chance.  At first I sniffed it tentatively but soon had
it over my head as I sucked on the pouch portion of it that had been
closest to his cock and balls.  I even licked at the shit stripes in back.

I got crazier and crazier until I found myself one afternoon walking
naked into the living room where my Grampa sat reading the newspaper.
There I was in all my glory or in all the glory my little weenie could show.
My little marble balls bare of any pubic hair with my wonderful peter
glued hard to the underside of my tummy.  I know I was young and peter
so small but the hardness of it seemed to flood my whole body with
warmth.  I tried not to think about what I was doing but just did it as I
grabbed him between his legs with my little hand.

He sort of jumped and hollered, "What the hell do you think that you're
doing?"  He looked at me and with a strange look on his face that was
quickly replaced with a flash of anger.  In one quick motion he removed
my hand from his cock and pulled me onto his lap into a spanking position.

I ceased to think but could feel my body come alive with excitement just
being on his lap and feeling the fabric of his pants against my little hard
on.  "I'll show you!"  he said as I felt the warmth and sting of his big hand
smack my bottom.

My mind was racing because all I cared about was Grampa touching my
naked ass.  The force of his hand on my little ass pushed my body forward
sliding my peter over his trousers which sent my boy body into a dry cum
spasm.  One moment my body was shaking on my Grandfather's lap in
pleasure and in the next moment I was on the floor as he stood looking
down at me with a shocked expression on his face.  In a few more seconds
he quickly left the livingroom without a word.  I laid there on the floor
still panting and excited but terribly confused.

We never talked about that day but often I noticed that he would stare
at me but when I looked back at him he would look away.  I was afraid
and didn't know what to do, so I became very careful.  If he was going to
the bathroom or changing his clothes and I had to walk by, I would walk
by quickly always looking only forward never to the side so that he could
not accuse me of trying to get a glimpse of him naked.  I became so self
conscious that I started to shield my eyes with my hands as I walked by
his bedroom or bathroom whether or not he was even in the room.

It was about a week later and we were out by the barn where two dogs
were fighting, well not really fighting as much as trying to jump on each
other's back.  Together we walked over to them and as we did, I could see
the hard glistening dog dick of one sliding real fast inside the other one.
Grampa asked me, "Do you know what they are doing Joey?"

I shook my head in answer, no.

"He is fucking her Joey."  he said and then added  "Sliding his cock up her
pussy, that is how you make puppies."  Then he rubbed himself between
his legs and said, "You know how it feels when your cock gets hard, well
it feels even better when you slide it in some warm wet place."  My peter
got hard immediately but then it got even harder  when he said, "Looks
like you got a nice hard on now Joey."  He laughed and started to turn but
I thought I saw his pants starting to stick out like he was getting a hard
on himself.

He seemed to cuss a lot more after that day, saying fuck, god damn, even
cock and cunt.  He even called someone he was talking about a cock
sucker.  A sort of electricity shot through me when he said that one, he
even smiled when he saw its effect on me.  I remember the first time I
used one of those words in front of him.  I didn't really know how to use
the words but we were out in front of the house and Grampa's hound was
out there with us sniffing around.  I leaned down to pet the dog and said,
"Maybe he is just sniffing around to find something to fuck."  Grampa
laughed and said, "Feel his cock and see if he has a hard on inside, you
have to slide back the skin to find out."  I tried to reach down and feel
his doggie cock like Grampa told me, but the hound growled and snapped
at me so I left him alone.

Grampa said we should go inside and when he got there he took off his
pants so that he was just in his boxers.  He sat on the living room couch
and  as he sat he sort of tucked one leg under the other leg which made
his boxers ride up and I could see his cock and balls through the pant leg.
I stood in front of him sort of stunned and he leaned over and pushed
down on my  shoulder forcing me to sit on the floor.

He said, "What was going on the other day, when you walked into the
living room naked showing me your hard on?"

When he asked me that it was as if his hand was inside me touching my
peter and balls, making not only my dick harder but it was like my whole
back and neck were in some sort of vice.  All I could get out was, "I don't
know Grampa."

He smiled at me and asked, "Are you hard now Joey, tell me how your cock
feels."

I had to be truthful, so I told him, "Grampa, it's so hard right now I think
it is going to break, it hurts it's so hard."

"Good"  he said now slip your pants off.

I took off my pants and shirt standing before him in my BVD's with my
little dick tenting them out.

"You're nice and hard now Joey, slip off your shorts and get naked for
Grampa."  he told me.  I could see Grampa's big ole cock getting really
thick and lengthening along his leg.  I still hadn't said anything when he
added,  "You wanted to touch Grampa's big cock that day didn't you
Joey?"

Finally I spoke and said,  "Yeah, I really did, can I now?"

"I don't know Joey," he said back "but why don't you get your naked little
ass on this couch and sit next to me so I can see  your hard little prick."

The couch was leather and I loved the cool soft feel of the leather on my
butt.  As soon as I sat next to him I tried to grab his cock but he held my
hands back and said, "Not so fast you little cock sucker.  I didn't say you
could play with Grampa's big cock yet.  I'll tell you what, I won't let you
touch me yet but if I slip my boxers down and show you my big ole hard
cock will you show me how you can play with your dickie."

I couldn't stop myself and said, "Yes, please pull them down so I can see
your peter,  I'll do anything you want Grampa."

He grabbed his boxers and slid them down with his big cock meat right
there in front of me.  Then he grabbed his balls and sort of pulled them
so the sac was loose and hung there between his legs with his great big
balls resting on the couch.  "You know what I'd like Joey, I'd like to watch
you cum.  You remember that time when you were showing me your boner
and I slapped your ass and you had that big delicious boy cum.  Well I'll
let you touch my legs really close to my cock and balls if you use your
other hand to give yourself another boy cum."

I grabbed his leg so near his cock and balls that I could feel the heat
coming off them.  I think it excited him too because his cock seemed to
get thicker and sort of burped this thick clear sticky fluid.  Slowly it slid
down the shaft of his cock as it glistened in the afternoon sunlight.

"Tell me what you are thinking my horny little cock toy or I'll pull up my
pants and not even let you look at my hungry fucking cock anymore."  he
threatened.

"Grampa please don't pull up your pants," I pleaded with him "please let me
at least look at your big hard cock.  I sure wish you would let me touch it
all over, though.   I even wish that you would rub it all over my body,
particularly against my little peter."

Grampa reached down and squeezed his hard cock and got the cock sap
all over his fingers and then reached over and touched my little peter.
It was so slick as he rubbed it around my peter and then he did the most
wonderful thing ever when he pulled my hand to his cock.

I tried to hold that big thing with both my hands so I could jack him off
but his cock was so slick that my hands just slid over the surface.  I even
tried in vain to hold on to the head of his helmet cock but my hands still
just seemed to slip away.  But it didn't seem to matter to him that I
couldn't get a good grasp of it because he seemed to love my little hands
just caressing his cock.

"Oh yeah," Grampa said "your hands feel so good on my cock, use both
your hands Joey and slide them all over my fucking cock like a good cock
boy.  Oh Jesus fucking Christ that feels so good."

He began to moan in pleasure as Grampa's hand continued to tickle my
little dickie my own body lost control and went into a deep boy cum.  I slid
against him as I shook and moaned but still working his cock like a good
cock boy.  I had never seen cum before but now I was drenched in it as
his cock spit out load after load of cum.  When he finally stopped shaking,
he grabbed me by the ass pulling me onto his belly as my whole body slid
and became wet with his cum.  I could even hear the squishy noises his
cum was making as he slid me against his big hairy body.  In such a low
voice that it was almost a whisper he said,  "That's it Joey, get your little
body covered in my cum, if you want to be Grampa's little cum boy?"

"Yeah, please Grampa, I want to be your little cum boy, I love you
Grampa." I said it as if I was offering him a prayer.

"That's the way to talk to your Grampa Joey.  Now be a good fuck boy and
use my cock cum to slide and rub your body up and down my cock so I can
feel your little hard dickie next to my big Grampa cock and you can make
me shoot another load of cum."

I could feel his balls sliding around my thighs and his hard on seemed to
end some place on my chest.  I begin to try to cup my whole little body
over his cock meat as I slid up and down and around.  I liked his hairy
cock touching my soft body all over.  It really made me feel like his cock
boy.  I must have stopped moving as I got lost in these thoughts and I
felt Grampa's hand smack my bottom.

He said,  "Come on, work my cock or I'll find another little boy that is a
better cock fucker."

Boy did I go to work on Grampa's cock then, we fucked for a really long
time before he started to moan and hold me really tight against him and
if I thought that we were wet with a lot of cum that first time, it was
nothing compared with the gusher he had the second time.

>From then on Grampa always liked it when I showed him my hard dick.  He
said that he loved to look at my tender boy weenie, when it got red hard
like that.  Grampa usually only wore his boxers when we were in the house.
A lot of times he would take off his boxers too because he said his nuts
needed to be free once in a while and I think he enjoyed seeing how
excited I would get watching those balls dangle and jump when he walked
around the room.  My most favorite sight of all though was when he bent
over and I was behind him.  He liked to always have his legs fairly wide
apart which he said was to give his equipment some extra room, but when
he bent forward with his thick hairy legs spread wide and his big balls
hanging down so low between his legs, it was hard for me to breathe I'd
get so excited.

I wanted to touch Grampa all the time but he said I had to wait until he
told me I could.  I think he enjoyed trying to see just how excited he
could get me.  We would sit together in the living room most afternoons,
well not really together since he would be on the couch and I would be
nearby on the floor in front of him.  He would say that it was dirty story
time and slip off his boxers.  As long as I live I'll never forget the way
Grampa's balls looked as he sat near the edge of the couch with his big
balls dangling down and resting against the cushion.  Then he would lay his
cock along his leg because he would say that gave it a lot of room to grow.
He always started the stories with,   "Once upon a time. . . . ."  But after
that it could be anything except it always involved a boy and a man.  The
man was sometimes a daddy or an uncle, sure a Grampa too, but
sometimes a stranger like a priest or a repair man or somebody else that
came to the boy's house when he was alone.  Sometimes it was even a
daddy with his own son.  Once he started the story by telling me that a
daddy was taking his son to Boy Camp and the boy had to pee really badly
so he begged his daddy to stop.  While they were in the rest room with
the boy peeing and the daddy with his cock out a truck driver came in.  I
remember he said that the truck driver hauled out his big smelly cock and
then Grampa would stop his part of the story and tell me to tell him what
happens next.  I got quite good about telling how they would all touch
each other and about fucking, cumming and really dirty stuff about
touching dirty asses and farting and stuff.  I new Grampa liked when I
said a lot of dirty words and so about every other word was fuck or cock
or hard on.  Grampa always played with his cock as I told my part of the
story and after we told each other a few stories he would finally let me
touch him.
"Get the fuck up here"  he would say to me.  "Get your dirty little cum boy
hands over my fuck pole."  His cock would be so thick and hard by then
and even my two hands seemed so tiny in comparison.  "Grab it harder and
work that cock with your hands, I can hardly feel them." he would tell me.
By now he would usually be leaking a lot of pre cum so I'd do my best to
hold his cock tight as I slid them up and down his cock.  There is nothing
to a boy quite like the sight and feel of a grown man's thick cock as that
glistening skin slides up and down the steel hard cock meat inside.  I don't
know how to describe what it meant to me except that it was the very
center of my world.  During one of our story sessions Grampa asked me
if I wanted to make love to his cock, the way Grandma did to him or my
Mother does for my Daddy.

I said yes right away because I wanted to be a grown up and make love
just like they did.

"Then make love to my cock and kiss it and lick it, my fuck toy and you can
start to become my wife and not just my grandson." he told me.  His cock
thickened when he said that and a large amount of cock cream started
oozing out.  He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me forward so
that his wet cock was against my face.  I had Grampa's cum all over by
body before but never on my face.

"Stick out your tongue" he told me "and taste my cock juice."

That  was the first time I ever felt a cock on my tongue or tasted  the
creamy tang of cum.  One tentative lick and I knew I liked it.  I didn't
know exactly what I was supposed to do so I just tried to touch as many
places on his cock with my tongue that I could get to.

"That's it," he told me "you're my girl now. So make good love to my cock
like a little fuck slut."  It wasn't long before he held the head of his cock
to my mouth and said, "That's enough kissing Joey it's time to suck me
off."  Then he sort of pushed that thick head of his cock in my mouth.
He showed me a place on the underside of his cock where the head and
shaft of his cock connected.  He said that it really felt good when I used
some of the cum that was leaking from his cock to rub that spot with my
hands as I sucked the head of his cock.  I was doing that really good when
his cock head swelled and that piss hole got really wide open.  He squirted
more  Grampa cum in my mouth than I could have possibly swallowed, so
a lot of it landed on my face and in my hair.  It even started to slide down
my chest and around my balls.

"You are a good cum boy." he said to me as he touched my face and hair
with his hand.  I was so sexually excited that I wasn't sure who I was or
what was going on, so I started shaking from all the tension building up
in me.

"I'll help you."  Grampa said as he began to touch my nipples.  I didn't know
it was possible that those things on my chest could feel so good, so I
crawled up on my knees to get closer so that Grampa could make my
nipples feel even better.  He grabbed one of my legs pulling my ass around
so that he could spread my cheeks and then he held the edge of his hand
in the cleft of  my ass snug against my asshole.  It felt so warm and safe,
protected I guess, the way his hand was covering my butt hole when he
smacked my behind directly hitting my asshole.  If there was any pain I
sure didn't feel it but I could feel a warm sensation deep in my ass.
Grampa first slid his finger around the outside of my hole until he slipped
it inside my ass and his mouth over my dickie.  I could feel his hot wet
tongue doing incredible things to my dickie as my ass was filled with more
of his fingers.  I felt so covered and complete with his fingers so deep in
my ass and my little dickie full of electricity from his tongue, when
something seemed to rip inside me and I twisted and turned in a delicious
spasm.  I thought that I might be peeing because I felt hot liquid shoot
out of my cock into Grampa's mouth.  I had given myself that feeling in my
body before but never quite in the way it had that time and certainly
never with hot liquid squirting out.  After that stuff stopped coming out
of my cock, Grampa just held me and we were still until he kissed me on
the mouth and said I needed to have a taste of my first boy cum.  We
kissed briefly and then Grampa pulled my head into his neck and held me
really tight.

Grampa said I was now his girl friend, boy friend, grand son or anything
fucking else I wanted to be.  It also meant I could grab hold and touch
him any time I wanted, he also said any time I really needed a cum just
to tell him and he would work the cum out of me in no time.  I could do
anything I wanted with Grampa.  If I wanted to crawl between his legs
and suck on his balls or lick them while he did dishes that was okay too.
In fact, that's how I got started eating Grampa's ass.  One time Grampa
was bending way over trying to get some burnt stuff out of the frying pan
when he was washing dishes and I knelt between his legs and bent my
head back so I could not only lick on those big nuts but suck them in my
mouth one by one too.

He was laughing and telling me that I was like a puppy dog the way I was
licking his balls.  He said,  "Did you ever notice how a dog likes to lick his
own ass?  There are some really good ass lickers you know."

I said a sort of muffled, "Yeah" because I was busy licking his balls with
real lots of spit the way he likes it.

"Give it a try on my ass." he said.

So I got some more spit on my tongue and started to work that thick ball
sac skin that led to his asshole.  When I got to his hole, I took a big whiff
and it had Grampa's heavy man smell but stronger than I'd ever smelled
it before.  Boy did my pecker get hard because it was really nasty what
I was doing which got me really excited.  I tongued him around his hole
but my little tongue always seemed to slip right to the opening  because
of all that bushy hair he had in the crack of his ass, fuck it was all over
his ass cheeks too.

Then I heard Grampa say, "Come on if you want to be my girl friend, make
love to my Grampa hole like you do my cock, show me how much you love
me."  I really started to lick his hole hard with my tongue but he
straightened up, grabbed me by the hand and led me to the bedroom.  I
looked at his cock while we walked to the bedroom to watch how its
hardness made his cock rise up and get thicker every few seconds like it
wanted to look where we were going.  I looked down at my weenie but it
wasn't moving at all because it was so hard that it was glued to my tummy.

Grampa  pulled me with him as he rolled on the bed onto his back and
brought up his knees toward his chest but then spread his thighs wide so
his butt pushed upward and his ass cheeks spread with his butt hole up
and kinda open.  "Get some of my cum on your fingers and hands so you
can use it to play with my ass." he told me.

I had no trouble getting a lot of pre cum on my little hands the way it was
dripping and oozing out of his cock.  I liked the way he smiled at me as I
touched his ass, rubbing my hands and fingers all over his opening.

"Feel how warm I am inside Joey.  Stick your fingers inside, try to even
get your hand up there, you'll like it, I know I sure do."

I tried but some of the cum had dried so it was difficult to get my
fingers inside his tight hole, so he leaned over and took a tube of gel out
of the night stand and told me to grease my hands.  I did as he told me
and started to work  a finger inside his ass but I was afraid I might hurt
him.

"Joey, shove your fucking hand inside me don't tease me like that, I want
it inside, you won't hurt me, it'll feel really good."

In no time my right hand was up to my wrist as he moaned in pleasure and
used the muscles in his ass to squeeze and bear down on my hand.

"Now just push your hand forward with your shoulder and body so you can
pull it in an out."

I had my arm almost up to my elbow inside him and he was really moaning
as he pinched his tits and begged me not to stop.  I didn't stop but I
couldn't seem to move my arm anymore either because his ass became like
a vice around my arm once he started to twist inside from his cum.  I
could feel this hard ball against the back of my hand so I opened my hand
and began to stroke that ball deep in his ass.  Before long he was going
crazy the way his body was jumping and twisting with his cum flying all
over the fucking place.  He just kept on thanking me after, saying I was
the best, that he never had a cum like that before in his whole life.  It
seemed like he could hardly move but eventually I could feel as he first
licked at my balls and dickie before he took my boner in his mouth and
jacked me off with his lips as his tongue slid all over my dickie until he
made that good feeling run through my body as he sucked my boy cream
out.  Boy it sure was a good one for me too.

>From then on Grampa always claimed we were both ass men.  That's when
he also started to tell me how much he wanted to fuck my little boy butt.
I guess he really always fucked me.  Maybe not with his cock at first but
almost from the start I remember him finger fucking my pussy hole.
That's what he said I should start calling it because he said that he knew
it would be the source of pleasure for a lot of cock.

At first we talked a lot and he would tease me by just moving his finger
around the rim of my ass hole but not putting it inside me no matter how
much I begged him to do it.  He would get me so hot and sweaty until I
started to cry really hard I'd get so frustrated.  Then one time after he
talked to me for a really long time, he slid a finger inside and licked my
tongue as he told how tight and sweet and hungry by boy hole was.  He
loved to kneel at my side as he finger fucked my pussy letting me use
both hands to stroke his cock.  He also liked me to make a pussy with my
hands so when he slid his cock through my hands and fingers I could get
some idea how good my ass was going to feel once he shoved his cock
inside it.  I really got excited listening to him particularly when he would
fuck me with his fingers as he talked to me.  He would also tell me that
if I wanted to act all grown up like his real girl friend that I should
practice with my legs against my chest and finger my pussy wishing it was
his cock.  He got me to say all kinds of nasty stuff when I would do that
telling him what a  big  cock slut I was.  I remember telling him,  "Yeah,
ride me good Grampa, fill me up with your finger cum."  I would say that
to him because he talked a lot about how good my ass was going to feel
when he dumped his cum load up there.

But then it got even better when he started fucking me with his tongue.
"God in heaven,"  he would say "nothing tastes better than sweet tender
boy ass."

That's when I learned about that great little ball inside my own ass too.
I would sit on Grampa's face and he could get his whole big tongue deep
inside me.  Stroking that ball inside my ass with his tongue as his hands
worked my titties.  But it was best of all when he would start by fingering
my hole with one hand, work my tits with the other hand and start using
his big wet tongue to make electricity go through my cock.  He would get
me so excited telling me that he was going to keep on doing all those
things until he made me squirt cum.  He would do it really slow, just
darting his tongue out over my cock until it would get that incredible
feeling and then he would pause again.  I remember how my whole body
would be so rigid hard that it almost didn't even touch the bed the way
I would be shaking.  That's when  I could shoot my own wad, maybe not
like Grampa but he always said it was one hell ova boy wad.  Every time he
would tell me how much he loved the taste of my fresh young cum as he
licked me clean after.

It was like that the first time he put his cock in me.  I had not cum yet
but he said he knew I was about to because my ass was wide open and I
was so fucking hot.  He kept on saying to me, "You got to tell me how much
you want it.  How much you want my big Grampa cock in your tight boy
pussy."

It was different that time, not just dirty word fun time, because this
time I really did want him to fuck me, I didn't want to just talk about it
again.  I tried to talk and tell him that I really wanted him to do it, but
no words would come out.  So I just kept nodding my head up and down as
I held onto him.  He seemed to be in a daze himself the way he kept
staring at me.  I think that is when we both knew it was going to happen.
I slid my ass near his cock and grabbed his arm pulling it around me,
letting him know how much I wanted it using my body.  We started to kiss.
Normally we didn't kiss that much during sex except if we were sharing
a cum kiss at the end but this time we kissed for a long time.  I could feel
his big tongue filling up my mouth and my little eager tongue meeting his
and shoving it in his mouth too when he gave me the chance.  His body was
cupped behind mine when he put his cheek next to my cheek and started
talking to me very softly.  "It's going to hurt like hell this first time Joey.
I'll be as slow and gentle as I can and promise you with all my heart that
you will grow to love fucking better than anything but it may  take a few
times before I stretch your hole enough that you can enjoy it."

I understood that this was not the time for dirty sex talk but I had yet
to feel any pain and I was so sexed up that my body felt like a furnace.
So I told him what I thought would be really nasty.  "I know Grampa but
I really want it a lot.  Stick that big Grampa cock up my ass and make it
a real pussy like Mommy or anybody."

I could feel the coolness of the gel as he slathered lots of it on his cock
and between my legs.  Then I felt his greasy fingers sliding in my hole and
I could feel the opening of the gel tube slip past my ass lips and a squirt
of lube shoot in my ass.  He seemed to get the head of his cock inside my
asshole without too much difficulty but once the head ended and the
thicker shaft of his cock began my little hole just could not stretch
enough to let any more of his cock get inside.  He told me to just relax
because we had all the time in the world as he began kissing me around my
neck and working my nipples.  My nipples got so swollen and it felt like
Grampa was touching my cock every time he played with them.  My mind
drifted to other thoughts until I unexpectedly felt his cock slide in a
little farther.  That is when I must have gotten scared because I tried
to close my ass so he would not hurt me but I couldn't because his cock
was still part way in there.  It started to really hurt and burn so I pulled
my ass forward and Grampa pulled his cock out.  I started to cry not so
much from the pain but because I wanted him to fuck me so much and it
didn't seem like we could do it.  It was my stupid fault for being too small
and not having a bigger hole.  Grampa was kissing my face wiping away my
tears with his lips as he told me not to cry and said that everything was
okay since fucking didn't matter that much anyway.  That was when I
really started bawling hard, I was so disappointed.

"I'm sorry Grampa,"  I told him "try one more time, please Grampa, try for
me, please."

He told me very softly, "It's okay my sweet baby, don't cry, I'll try again,
please try not to cry."

I felt again the coolness of the gel as he greased his cock again and I
pushed my little ass toward it.  I could feel the smile on Grampa's face as
it rested next to mine and I knew that Grampa realized that I was now
crying  from joy because he was going to try again.  Soon we were at that
same point of no return with his cock in me a little bit but it would not go
in any farther.  I tried to help this time by pushing my ass down on
Grampa's cock but it finally started to go in only when I felt Grampa's arm
go around me and hold me tight as his cock pushed really hard to get
inside me.  I thought that it just would never fit but then something in my
ass gave way and his cock was inside.  Maybe his huge cock was only half
way inside me but I was already full of cock and he said that it was the
best half of his cock to have inside anyway.  I can't say I loved the
physical part of getting fucked that day.  In some ways I spent the whole
time not so much feeling pleasure as figuring out how to use my body so
that he could get his cock inside me and it didn't hurt me too much.  I
won't minimize the pain but psychologically I was prouder than if I had
won the Olympics once he fucked me.  Everybody's first fuck is a
challenge but once I did it, I felt like I was really part of the sex and not
just some boy volunteer.  Now I really, really was Grampa's fuck boy.

Grampa was right it did take a few more times before I could really enjoy
it and he was also right about my liking to fuck more than anything else.
I couldn't get enough of Grampa's cock up my pussy.  He said I was too
much the way I would get on the couch fingering my hole and asking him
to dick me.  We both liked fucking.  I got better and better at it to the
point that I could crawl up on Grampa's lap, squat on his cock as I faced
him, while I milked his cock with my ass.

"Get your ass up here boy and get those pussy lips over my cock, I need
my balls drained of another cum." he would tell me and my boy hole was
already ready for his pleasure.  I loved to suck the thick cum out of my
Grampa's cock with my mouth but sucking was never as good as using my
ass pussy to do it.

Daddy called later that summer to say he was driving up for a couple of
days because he had a business meeting near by and wanted to see both
of us.  Every day before Daddy got here Grampa lectured me about
wearing clothes and no sex talk or touching in front of Daddy.  I said to
Grampa that it was going to be really hard to do that for two whole days.
He  seemed to get lost in his own thoughts and just said, "Yeah, I know,
two mother fucking days without touching each other.  What's a hell ova
lot worse is the thought of you leaving when you go back for school."

It was okay when Daddy got here, we were really careful, Grampa and I
hardly even talked or looked at each other.  Some time during the
afternoon of that first day after spending so many hours not even  sitting
next to Grampa, I felt so miserable I didn't want to talk to anybody.
That was when Daddy asked, "What in the hell is wrong with you two.
Both of you are acting like strangers or like you lost your best friend or
something."

That really hit me and the tears just started rolling down my face.  I
wasn't crying, it was more like I turned on a tear faucet.  Grampa got up
and pulled me into a hug as he sat on the couch and held me, telling me not
to cry as he kissed my cheek.  I don't know if I just forgot or just didn't
care any more but I turned and kissed him on the lips and he started to
kiss me back.  He was the one that must have realized what we were doing
in front of Daddy because he pulled his head away and used his hand to
hold me back  from trying to get back to him.  Grampa and I were looking
at each other and I could feel Daddy staring at us but nobody said a
word.

I don't know what made me do it but I stood up pulling my tee shirt over
my head and unbuttoned my pants so that my underwear and pants fell
together to my ankles.  I stepped out of them making no attempt to hide
my hard on as I sat back down next to Grampa and asked him to hold me.
He slipped off his own shirt as he stared into my Father's eyes for a few
moments and then pulled me to his big hairy chest.  I reached over and
sucked Grampa's nipple as I slid my hand over the tent forming in
Grampa's lap.  I heard Daddy say, "What the fuck . . . " but he never
finished the sentence.

I started to undo Grampa's pants but I couldn't wait any longer so I just
unzipped them and reached inside until I could feel the warmth of his
cock and balls.  I just had to touch him there.  I felt so lonely without him
and so miserable.  I didn't care what Daddy or anybody said, all I knew
was I wanted to feel connected to Grampa and nothing made me feel more
connected to him than having sex with him. Grampa undid his pants
pushing them down as my hand slid free from his fly.

"Finger my boy pussy."  I said to Grampa as I slid myself around and took
the head of his cock in my little mouth.  I sensed movement at my side
and I could see that Daddy was standing next to me looking down at us,
staring really.  It took me a while before I realized he was there because
I was so intent on taking Grampa's thick cock head as deep in my mouth
and throat as I could get it.  I pulled my mouth off Grampa's cock leaning
back as I moved my butt in the rhythm of Grampa's finger that was
fucking me and looked into Daddy's eyes.

He had this strange look in his eyes like he couldn't quite place who I was.
Maybe his mind wasn't in gear yet but the bulge in his pants let me know
his cock sure was.  Don't get me wrong, I love my Daddy and I wanted him
to feel good too, so I sat up with Grampa's big thick fingers still
massaging my ass and started to rub Daddy's cock as it hardened more
and more at my touch.  I got an empty feeling as I felt Grampa's fingers
withdraw from my butt and watched him as he stood up and grabbed
Daddy from behind in a bear hug.  Grampa's face was right along Daddy's
ear and I could hear Grampa saying to him softly, "Wait until you feel his
soft tender young hands on your naked dick, it's going to drive you fucking
wild."  Then Grampa said to me, "Go ahead Joey, show your Daddy how
much you love to play with a man's cock."

As he said that he reached for Daddy's belt and unbuttoned his trousers
as they fell from his body.

Daddy wore boxers just like Grampa and he looked so exciting standing
there with his thick hairy daddy cock jutting out of the fly of his boxers.
I liked his chest too, it was full of lots of dark hair and he had a nice big
hairy beer gut that I knew would feel good against my skin if he deep
dicked my pussy ass.

Grampa said to me, "Joey taste the cock that fucked your Mommy's pussy
to make you, show your Daddy how glad you are that he is such a good
fucker."

Grampa didn't need to tell me anything, I could hardly wait to taste and
feel my Daddy's cock inside my little pussy mouth.  I put my hands around
Daddy's legs to hold onto him and steady myself and started to lean
forward with my tongue as I looked up into Daddy's eyes and said,  "Oh
Daddy, you got a good one.  Big and thick just like Grampa, can I be your
pussy boy too like I'm Grampa's and you can stick your cock in my pussy
and I can take it for a pony ride."  I knew just where to start working his
cock, that favorite place of Grampa's just after the head but on the
under side of his cock, sort of where the head and shaft connect.  I
hardly flicked my tongue on it a few times and Daddy was going wild the
way he was moaning and trying to push his cock past my lips so he could
fuck my mouth with it.

"Oh my God, " Daddy was saying  "his tongue is like velvet on my cock.
Please don't stop, show Daddy what a good cocksucker you are, for Christ
sake kid suck my fucking cock."

I gave my Daddy his dirty boy dream as I used my mouth and tongue,
sucking and licking making Daddy happy.  I was even going to play with his
ass but when I reached between Daddy's legs to get to his hole I could
feel Grampa's sticky wet cock sliding up and down the crack of Daddy's
ass right against his butt hole but not yet inside it.

That's when I heard Grampa say to me, "Don't let him cum yet, this is too
mother fucking good."

I felt Grampa's hand on my shoulder pushing me back, I didn't care what
Grampa said, I wanted to suck the cum out of my Daddy's cock so if he
had not pushed me back I would not have stopped until I drained Daddy's
balls of cum.  Daddy didn't want me to stop either the way he kept trying
to lunge forward but Grampa's strong and he had no problem holding him
back.

"Lie back Joey and spread your fucking legs for your Daddy so he can see
the treasure between your legs with your sweet little balls and tender
young cock dick."  Then he spoke to his own son when he said, "Taste your
sweet son, you won't find any coarse hair around that tender little pole of
joy, just soft velvet skin all around it with balls made of pure silk."

Daddy's words seemed to explode from him, "Jesus how I want to put
your little dickie in my mouth.  Joey feed your Daddy some of your boy
weenie.  I've jacked off a million times thinking about how much I'd like
to lick you until you squirted  your  boy cream in my mouth or even licked
the fucking shit out of your ass with my tongue."

Grampa was working Daddy's titties something fierce at this point, they
were all swollen and sort of a red purple.  Then Grampa said to Daddy,
"Have you ever tasted the sweetness of boy cum from someone that age
son.  It's better than life itself, it was what a man was made to eat more
than anything in this world."

Daddy sounded so young when he answered Grampa by saying,  "No
Daddy." and then added  "please Daddy, let me please taste Joey's dickie
cream.  Oh God, you got to let me Daddy or I'll just die, I got to have it,
I need it so much."

Grampa said back to Daddy,  "Ask Joey, ask your son, but first tell me,
would you have liked to have been my little fuck boy when you were
growing up just like Joey is?"  Grampa paused for a second and then
added, "I sure as fucked wanted to."

Daddy just looked at Grampa thinking about what Grampa had said before
he replied, "Lucky fucking Joey to be so young when you  stretched out
his ass hole with your big smelly cock.  I wish you had started with me
when I could barely crawl.  That's always what I've wanted.  I'm no-good
Daddy, all I've ever wanted is cock and I've never even had it once."

I could not understand Daddy then because he wasn't making any sense,
"Boy cock, grampa cock, daddy cock . . . "  I was still on my back playing
with my cock as all of this was going on and Daddy lunged forward sucking
my cock and balls and everything inside his mouth.  Just as Grampa had
told him I could see Daddy's tongue as it circled around the rim of my
dickie and balls savoring the tender hairless flesh around them.  I could
feel one of Grandpa's fingers slide inside my pussy as Daddy sucked me
and I could see the fingers of Grampa's other hand sliding into  Daddy's
butt hole.

I was surprised I lasted as many minutes as I did before I was shooting
my boy cum in Daddy's mouth.  That's when Daddy started to suck me with
such force that I thought he might pull my cock and balls right out of me.
After I finished my really long and deep cum Grampa pulled Daddy off
me.  I must have cum more than I ever had before because I could still
see part of my cum on Daddy's lips and tongue.   Daddy was standing up
but Grampa was half behind him holding him up.  I was in a dreamy sort
of haze after such a big cum so I just lied back and watched the
wonderfulness of Daddy's hard cock as it rose and lowered with long
strands of pre cum hanging down.

I don't know where Grampa pulled the gel from but my pussy felt so good
getting greased and stroked by his thick fingers.  I saw him take another
palm full as he started to grease my Daddy's fuck pole too but Daddy
quickly grabbed his hand, I think he was so hot he was ready to cum any
second.

"Fuck me Daddy." I told him as I pulled up and spread my little legs
opening my boy pussy to him.  Grampa picked me up and carried me over
to the dining room table as he said to my Daddy, "Fuck him over here it
will be better."

As soon as I was on the table I got back into my fuck position.  Daddy
came over and got in front of my splayed legs with his cock at the opening
of my butt hole.

Grampa said to him, "Look how eager Joey is for your cock, you have such
a good boy slut for a son.  Let your cock feel his pussy."

As Daddy started to work his cock inside me, I felt Grampa pull me
forward just enough so that my head hung over the side of the table.  He
didn't have to tell me what he planned to do, I just waited until I felt
Grampa's huge cock go into my mouth and start to work its way in my
throat and his big hairy bull balls slapped around my face.  Daddy seemed
to wait with his cock posed at my eager pussy for Grampa to tell him what
he could do next.  Then Grampa said to Daddy, "Fuck that little hole,
taste his pussy with your cock."   That is when Daddy drove his cock up
my pussy all the way to his pubs and started humping me deep and hard.

This was the best that ever would be, two big cocks at the same time, one
up my cunt and other one being shoved down my throat, but the best part
was that one was my Daddy and the other one my Grampa.

After Daddy rode me for a few minutes I think that he got scared that
he might have hurt me because he stopped moving entirely, so I pulled my
head to the side as Grampa's cock slid out of my mouth and said to my
Father, "Daddy your cock feels so good inside me, make my pussy sing, be
my Daddy, come on fuck me deep, I want you to fuck me good and hard."
I held my legs straight up and close to my chest somewhat parted so
Daddy had full access to my pussy hole.  He started sliding his cock back
in me as he leaned forward with hairy beer gut pushing hard against my
up turned legs trying to wedge it in me as deep as he could.  After he
bottomed out inside me he slid his cock back again almost pulling it all the
way out of my hole when he began piston fucking my cunt hole without
mercy.  Over and over I yelled,  "Yeah that's the way Daddy, fuck, yes
pound my pussy hole, fuck the shit out of me Daddy."  I leaned my head
back again and Grampa slid his cock deep in my throat as Daddy used each
of his hands to grab me by the hips and I reached around my legs to work
his nipples with my little strong hands.  I could feel my own cum breaking
loose through my balls and jerking out of my boy dick as he continued to
ram me hard and deep, until I felt his hot cum spewing inside my wide
open ass and him mumbling, ". . . fuck yes, fuck  yes . . . " over and over
again.

It was a long afternoon and I don't think any of us lost our hard ons.  But
the memory that remains with me to this day in every vivid detail was look
on Daddy's face with his legs over Grampa's shoulders as Grampa fucked
him with his whole huge dick and Daddy kept screaming to Grampa, "Yes,
make me your Fuck Boy Daddy.  I want to be a Fuck Boy.  Oh fuck, finally
yes, god yes"

As I got older the three of us continued to fuck every chance we got.
Sliding from one hole into another one, eventually I too found the
pleasure of fucking my own Grampa with his ass fresh with Daddy's cum.
We are all Fuck Boys in the end, whether it be Grampa's or Daddy's or
another man with a willing cock to feed our pleasure.