Grandpa and Timmy: The Beginning  (Mb,inc,extreme pedo,toddler,cum)

By Boy 'O Boy 
 

Where should I begin? I guess at the beginning. That's always a good place to 
start. I'm a grandfather, a very proud grandfather. I was 44 years old when this 
story took place. My son was 22 with a new baby boy. 

Fast-forward a bit and Timmy, that's my grandson's name, was walking but still 
in diapers. My proudest moment was the day he said, "Gampaw". He was maybe 14 
months, if I remember correctly. His favorite place to sit was in my comfy lap 
while he nursed on his baby bottle. I loved it too, but sometimes for very 
perverted reasons. 

When Timmy crawled up onto my lap and wiggled into position, I could feel my 
cock respond in a not so grandfatherly way. It's a normal response in any male. 
Stimulate his genital region and expect his cock to get hard. Why most men blush 
and become embarrassed by this natural phenomenon is beyond me. I enjoyed every 
single tactile stimulation I was receiving and then some. I didn't mind one bit. 

I'd been a self-confessed pedophile since I was a teen. Younger boys always held 
a very sexual interest for me. Any chance I got at the public pool, or at parks, 
etc. I would cop a feel or pull down their pants. Most boys were very willing 
and thought it great fun. I had some interest in little girls too, but little 
boys sent my cock into orbit. It was something I had no control over whatsoever, 
so I learned to accept and embrace it. Hell, it was fun! Why should I want to 
stop it? So I didn't. 

It was then, and is now, very easy for boys to find "secret" places in which to 
have fun; garages, secluded areas in public parks, sheds or other seldom-used 
places where adults infrequently go. That meant that I could bring a little 4 or 
5-year-old toddler where I wanted, play a little game of show and tell and nine 
times out of ten, before the game was over I was sucking on a very tasty little 
nub of a cock. Or better yet, he was sucking on my perverted teen cock. 

Looking down at a little boy with a cock so out of proportion to his tiny hands 
and face was an erotic thrill without equal. What man doesn't want his cock to 
look huge? This was a sure-fire way of enjoying that feeling without actually 
being so hung you might be considered deformed. Besides, an overly large cock 
won't fit in the tiny places I loved to put it, whether it be a boy's hands, 
mouth, or his tiny cute little ass. The boys always loved these games and many 
of them came back time and time again for more fun. As I look back, I'm amazed 
at how many little tykes allowed me to fondle and suck and play with them. But 
then, I shouldn't be amazed. 

All kids are very sexual from an early age. They know when something feels good, 
just like adults do. This nonsense that they cannot consent is sort of like 
saying they can't say that they like chocolate cake. Bullshit! Pure and simple, 
I say. 

Timmy crawled up into my lap and lay cradled in my arms, suckling on his bottle. 
To everyone it looked like a very familial scene. What they couldn't see was my 
throbbing cock beneath my loose-fitting pajamas while Timmy was draped in his 
favorite baby blanket. I tended to wear pajamas most times when I was relaxing 
at home. They were comfy and allowed my cock free movement. They were baggy 
enough though, that most times it was concealed well. My cock is a bit above 
average in size at around 7 inches and thicker than average. I'm uncut with a 
hanging foreskin, something I learned to enjoy more and more over the years. 
The first time I saw a little cut cock I was curious as to why it looked so 
different from my brother's and mine. I think that might have been the beginning 
of my pedophilia, my love for little boys. As I touched that tiny cock and 
compared it to mine I felt a sensation like I'd never felt before. I was warm, 
flushed, my heart was pounding and my cock responded by getting harder and 
longer than I'd ever seen it. This was great fun I thought in my young mind. 
And so, I explored other little boy's bodies to see what other differences I 
could see. Every single time I wound up getting an erection even if we did not 
do anything more sexual than touching and comparing. It progressed over time to 
an obsession. I had to check inside little boys swim suits and pull down their 
shorts so I could get the gratification I craved. By the time I was twelve, I 
was having wet orgasms multiple times a day, sometimes alone, fantasizing about 
boys and other times actually molesting and playing with naked boys. 
I forbade my wife to circumcise my son and he in turn made sure Timmy remained 
intact. As Timmy wiggled his little butt into a more comfortable place, my cock 
ached. It felt so hot, having his warm body nestled into my crotch. I moved a 
hand down beside his little butt and began to fondle it. He accepted the touch 
willingly. I maneuvered my finger into the side of his diaper and rubbed his 
tiny butt-cheek. He sighed. I sighed. This was going well. I moved my fat finger 
closer to his butt crack. I found my mark. I rubbed up and down, gradually going 
deeper until I felt his tiny little anus. I rubbed it ever so softly. He pushed 
back onto my finger in a natural move to get the most feeling he could out of 
it. 

I continued rubbing my big index finger up and down his tiny crack and stopped 
at his moist anus. Baby skin has a natural oiliness to it. Pretty soon, my 
finger was lubricated with this "baby oil". I managed to wiggle it into his 
anus, just the tip of my finger, maybe half a fingernail deep. I wiggled it 
again. Timmy sighed and pushed back again, harder this time. He loved the 
intimate feeling I was giving him, and why not? What boy or man doesn't respond 
to a gentle touch to his nether regions? It's as normal as breathing. 

My cock was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum at this point. Once my cock 
starts oozing, it doesn't stop until I cum. I don't care where I'm at or what 
I'm doing, if I'm aroused, my cock just leaks like the proverbial faucet. I 
reached under Timmy with my other hand and pulled my cock out of the fly of my 
pajamas. I felt it on the searing hot skin of my grandson's back. My finger was 
probing into his willing little baby hole and he was cooing as he sucked his 
bottle. 

To the entire world, it looked like a scene out of some Norman Rockwell 
painting. Norman must have been a real pervert. I felt my finger sliding in 
deeper. I was up to the first knuckle now and my grandson was thoroughly 
enjoying these new sensations. One thing I learned over the years is that boys 
have complete trust in their caretaker. Their little holes haven't learned to 
try to close up in a protective move against this invasion. There is no fear, so 
no fear response. 

Only after a boy gets older and is lied to and punished and betrayed by someone 
older does he learn this fear and his "fight or flight" response kicks in. It's 
a form of self-protection that is learned, not inherent. So Timmy did not 
squeeze his sphincter closed when he felt my probing finger, no he welcomed this 
new sensation and cooed his delight in this new feeling. It made it easy to 
slide my finger in as deep as the second knuckle. I dared not go further than 
this right now. I was in too much of a public place with the rest of the family 
mere feet away. 

I was beside myself with ecstasy and perverted lust. Timmy closed his eyes and 
breathed deeply as if he was in blissful slumber. I however, was panting more 
than a resting grandfather should be. I had to be careful that no one noticed my 
lust and arousal, but I needn't have worried. Everyone else was busy chatting 
and cooking dinner and otherwise involved in their own activities. This gave me 
a chance to go a little further. Dare I? Yes I dare. 

I loosened the side of Timmy's diaper. May God bless the man who invented those 
pull-tabs found on disposable diapers. It made it so easy to molest babies and 
not be noticed. I pulled it back and slid my fat cock inside. I pushed Timmy so 
that my cock rested in the crevice of his impossibly small butt-crack. It felt 
like a smooth little cunt, but was much more erotic than any cunt I'd ever 
placed my cock on or in. I felt more pre-cum oozing out the piss slit of my cock 
and positioned Timmy so that his butt crack was coated with grampa's pre-cum. 
I sighed. Timmy wiggled. With my free hand I pressed my cock into the tight 
crevice and moved it ever so slowly. Baby Timmy responded. He pushed into the 
warm, silky-soft skin of my cock. I rubbed my finger over the pre cum-coated 
member, sending erotic tingles down to my very big balls hanging loosely in an 
ample scrotum. I couldn't keep this up much longer. I had to cum. I moved my 
finger over the underside of my cock and on the soft skin of Timmy's butt. At 
the same time, my other hand was inside the front of his diaper and I was 
massaging his tiny cocklet and scrotum to coos of blissful joy from Timmy. I 
used his baby blanket to cover us up. 

The combination of his soft skin and rubbing my cock in that little boy's ass 
crevice soon brought me to the brink. I was going to cum and cum hard. I let out 
a cry that quickly turned into a faux cough of sorts, a grandfatherly clearing 
of my throat. A quick glance in my direction was the only response from the rest 
of the family, and then they continued on with what they were doing. I reveled 
in the sensations of hot cum spurting into my grandson's diaper and liberally 
coating my cock and his buttocks. 

After a few minutes I knew I had to do something. If his mother needed to change 
him she would surely see this white mess of goo inside her son's didies. I made 
a great show of saying something like, "Damn Timmy made a mess in his diapers. 
Time for Grampa to change him." 

I took him into the bedroom where the diaper bag was stored. I held him low on 
my waist so that the family could observe no telltale sign of what had just 
happened. I laid Timmy on the big bed, undid his diaper and just looked at all 
this cum that had been deposited by his very depraved pedophile grandfather. I 
smiled a lustful smile and scooped up a gob on my finger. I licked it off and 
got a chill of erotic pleasure from it. I repeated this once again, only this 
time I put my big callused finger near Timmy's lips. If one presents anything to 
a small child, their first reaction is to put it in their mouth. Timmy did what 
nature told him to do; he sucked on my cum-coated finger. I was immediately 
erect again. 

I squeezed another gob of latent cum out of my cock and rubbed my cock head on 
Timmy's lips. He suckled it as I'd hoped he would. Nothing in my life could 
compare with the erotic feeling I was getting seeing Timmy grasp my cock and 
feed on it. He sucked; I sighed. I knew what I was doing was depraved, perverted 
even but I didn't care. I was hurting no one. Timmy loved my ministrations. He 
reached up for more. 

I never wanted this to end but it had to. Pretty soon somebody would check to 
see if everything was all right. I got out the baby wipes and cleaned him off 
good. I threw the disposable diaper into the trash and dressed him again. To 
everyone he looked just as cherubic, just as innocent as he had an hour before I 
had molested him. He clung to his gampaw now with renewed vigor. He had found a 
comforting place, a place where he could feel safe and good and experience 
feelings only his grandfather could give to him. He did not want to abandon it. 
It was time for a nap before dinner I thought. I handed my grandson off to my 
son and excused myself. My son winked at me and I knew then that he remembered 
how I'd done very similar things to him as he was growing up. I smiled and 
winked back. This would not be the end to my joyous playtime with Timmy. My son 
would help me as I'd hoped he might. It was an unspoken pact. There would be 
many fun, erotic times ahead, I was sure. I lay down in my bed and reached down 
to squeeze a last drop of cum out of my thick, limp cock. I licked it off my 
finger and was soon going to be sleeping the sleep of the completely satisfied. 
This was going to be a great beginning to a very long relationship with my 
grandson and a renewed closeness with my son I mused. I smiled and drifted off 
to sleep. 


THE END