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Subject: Grandpa’s Games – Chapter 2 You can contact me at ook. I read all emails, though I may not respond. Ideas and feedback are always welcome. I’m on Wickr as allseeingpigeon. I may not be in your time zone. Please bear that in mind if you don’t get a response from me — if you set your messages to burn too quickly, I won’t see them. Please do not send pics without asking first. This story is fantasy and has no basis in reality. Nifty is a vast, invaluable resource, so why not make a financial contribution at fty/donate.html ? ————————————————————————— I counted down the hours until Jon and Seth arrived. I did everything I needed to do — cooking, housework, email correspondence — but the one thing I didn’t do was touch my dick. I spent most of the day with a semi, and the constant need for a wank was distracting as hell. Nothing I wasn’t used to, but that didn’t make it any easier to endure. Seth’s school year kicked out some time before three, and it was nearing half past when the ringing doorbell heralded their arrival. I let them in, and we chatted about ordinary things for a few minutes. My grandson was studying for his mock exams; by all accounts he was predicted to do well. I knew that predictions didn’t always match up to reality, and stress could throw anyone off course, but Seth had his head screwed on right. He was bright, curious, and determined. And according to my son Jon, he was also just as much of a horny bastard as the rest of the men in his family. Pleasantries out of the way, Jon took charge. We’d settled in the living room, Seth and I on the sofa, Jon on one of the armchairs. “Let’s get things started,” he said, rubbing his hands together and adding a mock-maniacal sneer that would have cracked me up had I not known my poor hole was about to get a pounding. “Dad, get on your knees and show your grandson what a talented cocksucker you are.” “No,” I whined, instantly falling into the defensive role I loved so much. “I don’t want to, you can’t make me –” Jon got up and crossed to the sofa. He grabbed me by the shoulders, hauled me upright, and dumped me down at Seth’s feet. He gave my head a hard shove towards my grandson’s crotch. “You know what to do. If I hear you say `no’ again we’ll fuck you both at the same time.” Oh, Christ, DP. It had been a while since any of my boys had done that to me. My dick twitched. Maybe — if I was very well behaved (or badly behaved, depending on your point of view) — they’d give it to me for my birthday. I looked up into Seth’s face. The 14-year-old was as tanned and dark-haired as his father, though not quite as tall. His frame was more wiry than muscular. Both height and muscle would develop in the next few years. He was still wearing his uniform, a pale blue shirt, navy blazer, and navy trousers. I was about to get fucked by a schoolboy. My grandson. It was delicious and depraved. I settled more comfortably gaziantep travesti on my knees between his wide-spread legs. His eyes shone with excitement. This wasn’t the first time he’d engaged in sexual activity, I knew; Jon had been educating him since he was old enough to have dry orgasms. But I was his first fuck. It was an honour and a privilege. Seth unfastened his trousers, then pushed them down over his hips and freed his cock from his boxers. Not as long as his father’s, nor quite as thick, but enough to make my mouth water. “I don’t want to do this,” I whined, turning to look up at my son. Jon had his cock out and was slowly stroking. “You’re doing it,” he growled. “And you’ve just earned yourself two cocks up your tight old cunt. Seth — grab his head, push him onto your dick, son.” Seth reached out and grabbed my hair. There was a faintly apologetic look in his eyes that I understood. It wasn’t in his nature to be rough, but all my boys knew that this was what I wanted. He shoved my head down. My face collided with his cock. I opened my mouth and took him in, lashing my tongue over his length, enjoying the taste of his pre-cum. I felt another hand on the back of my head — Jon’s — as he controlled me, pushing and pulling as he controlled the blowjob. “This is how you control a slut,” he growled, instructing his son. “Can you do that?” “Sure, Dad.” Jon’s hand moved, replaced by both of Seth’s. He set a faster pace, fucking my mouth, treating me like a human fleshlight. Yeah, maybe he really did have it in his nature to be a rough bastard. “Sluts need to be told what to do,” he added. “You have to give them orders. Threats. Don’t be afraid to slap them if they don’t comply.” Seth pulled my head back further. My mouth popped off his dick with a wet, slurping noise. I was panting, trying not to gag, snatching down stolen breaths. My eyes were damp. “Hear what Dad says, Grandpa?” Seth asked, giving me a shake. “Maybe I ought to give you a little slap now.” “No, please, don’t…” I shook my head as much as I could, given that he still had both hands in my hair. He pulled one hand free and gently slapped my face. When I did no more than wince, he slapped me harder. Then a third time, rougher still. His expression had hardened. In that moment I knew that, for all his sweet nature, my grandson Seth would quickly grow to love inflicting pain. And I fucking loved to take it. “Your cheek is all pink,” he said. His voice had pitched half a tone higher with excitement. “I like that. Can I spank him one day, Dad?” “No time like the present,” Jon said indulgently. “Get him nice and worked up for our cocks before we stuff him.” “Please don’t,” I begged, crouching back on my heels, looking between my son and grandson. This was so… shameful. So degrading. And my dick was so fucking hard. “Get up,” Jon ordered. I got reluctantly to my feet. “Trousers down. Show us your gaziantep masaj salonları arse.” Looking at the floor, I unfastened my trousers, then pushed them and my underpants down to my ankles. My cock stood stiff and proud, the bulbous head bright red and leaking like mad. “Get over Seth’s lap.” My cheeks burned with shame. I turned back to Seth and slowly lowered myself over his legs, one knee on the edge of the sofa, one foot on the floor. I buried my face against the sofa cushion. Seth stroked my arse, his hands cupping and squeezing each cheek. I wanted his fingers inside me. I wondered if I could take his fist. The thought made me shudder. The first slap was light, barely more than a tap. I tensed but made no sound. The second was harder. The slapping sound rang through the room, punctuated only by the heavy sound of our breathing. My grandson set up a hard, regular rhythm as he spanked me, working out how much force it would take to make me yelp. I wriggled and writhed, trying to get away as pain radiated through my buttocks, but he locked his other arm around my waist and held me down. I knew I was stronger than him. I didn’t struggle too hard. I whimpered and cried out. “His arse is so red, Dad.” There was wonder in my grandson’s voice. “Spank him harder.” Jon’s voice was deep and gruff, and I heard the wet sound of him wanking his cock even with my face stuffed in the cushion. “He can take it. In fact if you shove a couple of fingers inside him, he’ll probably cum all over your leg. Make him lick it up, I’m not putting on another load of laundry just yet.” Seth rubbed my sore cheeks, pulled them apart, then spat on my hole. He pushed two slender fingers deep inside me. I groaned and gripped the sofa. “Don’t make me cum,” I gasped, “please don’t –” Seth slapped my arse with his free hand and finger-fucked me with the other. The stimulation was too much — I came hard, feeling my spunk splatter over his school trousers. “Lick it off,” Jon grunted. Seth pulled his fingers out. I slithered off his lap, getting back between his open legs, and pressed my open mouth over each white splat of cum. I worked them over with my tongue, sucking down my own jizz until there was nothing left. “Can I fuck him now, Dad?” “You certainly can.” Jon sounded smug. “Let’s go upstairs.” ~&~ We piled into my bedroom and undressed. This time I remembered to take the duvet off, shoving it into a corner of the room, and spread out a couple of towels. “Tell him what you want,” Jon prompted. Seth looked at me. “Get on the bed.” A pause. “Slut,” he added. My shrunken dick twitched, rising to life. New kink — having my grandson call me names. Not just a younger man, but a teenager, barely more than a baby. I obeyed without question, not even trying to put up a token struggle. Jon got up beside me, laying down on his back. He’d fetched the bottle of lube from my bedside gaziantep escort bayan drawer and tossed it to me. I needed no prompting. I squeezed lube onto his cock, spreading it around with one hand, then reached behind me to my hole. I smeared a generous measure inside and around, knowing I was about to get stretched beyond my usual limit, and put the bottle aside. I crawled over Jon so that I straddled his waist. He pinched my nipples hard enough to make me yelp, then smoothed them with his thumbs. I lined my hole up with his dick. Slowly lowered myself down. It pushed past the resistance until he was balls deep. I drew a sharp breath and adjusted to being so full, then moved my hips back and forth to get the feel of him. I felt the bed dip as Seth got up behind us. He stroked my sore arse, slapped it once — hard enough to make me twitch and jerk — then put his dick at my hole, right above his father’s. He pushed slowly and carefully. The stretch was intense, burning pain radiating out through my pelvis. I lowered my head and breathed through the burn. It took some time, and a few false starts, but Seth eventually managed to slide his cock alongside his dad’s. “How does it feel?” Jon asked, ignoring me completely. “Fucking great.” Seth’s voice was tight with pleasure. Jon flexed his hips, sliding his dick against Seth’s inside me. I moaned. The pain was still there, but the pleasure was more intense, rising by the second. My grandson fucked me with slow, controlled strokes, none of the awkward fumbling I might have expected from an inexperienced young person. The stretch of two cocks in my arse, two cocks tagging my prostrate, was more than enough to get my dick stiff again. I grunted and groaned with each stroke. “You’re such a slut,” Seth growled. “Taking two cocks in your cunt. We’re going to fill you up with so much cum.” His strokes grew faster, harder. “Cum slut. Fucking cum slut.” Hearing those words from his sweet young mouth would have been enough to get me hard if I wasn’t already. Seth groaned and pounded my hole, his strokes becoming erratic and uncontrolled. Through it all Jon held still, buried deep inside me, waiting until his son shot his load. Seth shouted and gave one final, massive thrust that made me yell. He pulled out with a wet, slick noise, then slithered off the bed. “Fuck him, Dad,” my grandson said, watching from the side. “Breed that greedy pussy. Breed his sloppy hole.” I felt like a cum-slut in mud as Jon took over, pounding up into my arse. I held on, groaning helplessly with each punishing thrust as he used me. Jon grabbed my cock and wanked me with rough, frantic movements. I didn’t think I’d be able to cum again so soon, but before long another orgasm gripped my body. I shot over Jon’s stomach. Whimpering. Groaning. Jon’s strokes were so powerful he shook the bed. He came with a roar, blasting me with another load of cum. His dick slipped out. I felt the cold trickle of spunk dribbling out of my hole. I felt used. Dirty. Satiated. Shamed. Content. “That was fucking amazing!” Seth said, sitting next to us on the edge of the bed. “That was so hot, Grandad!” I gave him a sleepy, contented smile. “Glad you enjoyed it, kiddo.” “You up for another round?” I laughed. “Fuck that. Only thing I’m up for now is a nap.”

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