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Subject: Cumming out to my Grampa – Chapter 2 Cumming out to my gay, nudist Grampa. Part 2: A 60 year old bottom seduces me and Grampa finds out. Grampa was all business as we left the house. No trace of the intense experience and confessions we had just expressed in his demeanor. Like, as though all the emotion had drained from him so quickly whereas my head was still in the clouds of cocklust. I heard the huge white Ford 150 rev up before we climbed into it. “This is enormous. Is this new?” I could smell the newness of the truck. The scent aroused me, or maybe I was already aroused but my dick stiffened in my sweatpant shorts as I inhaled the factory fresh scent. I looked behind me and saw seating enough for 3 big men. “Yep. Brand new. I’m stopping at Starbucks on 26th to pick up an Americano. Want something?” “Sure…double espresso with lots of sugar. Thanks, Papa.” I reached over to touch his leg, but he remained uninterested. “Huh. That’s a Cubano coffee. I guess you got that from your mother’s side.” “Si, Papi. That and my big Cuban dick,” I said with a fake accent as I grabbed my groin lewdly. He chuckled, but barely. “Listen, Chad. You have to watch how you talk around here. Not with me, but around others. A young man like you, cute, baby faced, big dick, talking freely about sex, men will be onto you like flies to honey. If you are staying with me, there have to be conditions. I know everyone in town and I can’t have my grandson known as some piece of meat to be had easily. I have commitments here and some stature in the community. I need you to be above suspicion. Discretion is essential.” “Of course, Grampa. I’m only joking. I’m still super shy and inexperienced although I have these deep, horny, dark feelings and fantasies. And I am hoping that you will be my Bull Man. But you can trust me. I won’t do anything stupid. So much of it is still in my head and I haven’t acted it out.” He grunted. “Hmm. We’ll talk about all of that later.” We drank our coffees quickly as we drove to the thrift store just a few blocks away. When we parked, Grampa turned off the engine, jumped out of the truck and headed quickly inside. I had to run to catch up with him but he was too fast and focused to wait for me. Men swarmed him quickly as he entered the loading dock. He was nodding his head and pointing in different directions. As he did, men scattered here and there. I felt a hand on my shoulder from behind as I watched the scene. “Can I help you?” I turned to encounter a long handsome face, kind of like the actor Damian Lewis, but with a light beard. He smiled and appeared even more handsome and I felt a warmth sweep through me. He looked like one of the fathers who coached my pee wee team or an old scout leader. “I’m here with my Papa,” I pointed at Grampa who was now on his cell phone but still directing men who came up to him for instructions.. The man’s hand, still on my shoulder, I turned back to look at him. He was slender but not too thin. A nice light dusting of brown hair on his arms, legs, and chest. As I looked at his chest, I could see a chain around his neck. “Ah, your Papa. He’s the Alpha. When he shows up, everyone knows he is in control. I’m Phil. What’s your name, young one?” “Chad.” “Yes, now I recall. You were an altar boy, no? I’ve seen the photo at your Grampa’s place.” I could feel şişli travesti Phil’s intense gaze as he looked up and down. I wondered how and why he had seen that photo. “How old are you now, Chad? 13, 14?” He stepped even closer to me. “I’m 16, actually.” Phil put both hands on my shoulders. As he did, I was faced with his chest. I could see the pendant on his chain- it was the same cock and ball pendant that Grampa had! I could feel my heart beat fast and a surge of lust ran through my body from my head to my cock which started to tent noticeably in my sweatpant shorts. “You…you have the same chain as my Grampa.”I said almost in a whisper. Phil’s eyes widened. He nodded slowly to me. Then he whispered, “Yes, young Chad, I do. He gave it to me.” Phil’s handsome, fatherly face took on a look of intensity. His mouth was open and I could hear that he too was panting with desire. He looked around. My Grampa was gone. “Why do you both have a pendant of cock and balls?” I asked. “Follow me. I’ll explain ” he whispered and took my hand. We moved quickly through the back of the store into hallways and then through doors that led to the other side of the loading dock. “In here! ” he said as he led me into the maintenance closet and closed the door behind us. “Chad, what do you know about this pendant?” He asked as he took my hand and placed it on the pendant. “No, nothing. I saw it earlier on him when we were at home.” Phil’s hest felt warm and he smelled like a touch of sweat and leather. “He did not tell you its significance? Was he naked when he revealed it to you?” Phil stroked my head as he questioned me. “Yes, yes he was naked. And I was too. He told me that he is a nudist. That’s as much as I know.” I could see Phil stroke his cock in his skimpy shorts with his free hand. “And did anything happen between you two?” His hand drifted from my head to my shoulder. I nodded no. “I wanted, you know, to touch him. But he said no. He forbids it.” I had to touch myself, to shift my dick in my shorts as Phil’s touch was turning me on. “Holy fuck. You wanted to touch your own Grampa’s penis and balls, didn’t you?” “Um. Yes,” I whispered. “It’s so beautiful, so powerful looking. It takes my breath away and I’m aching for it and I don’t know why fully. But I love my Grampa and I want to know his cock, to feel it in my hands, on my face, to press myself against it. I know it’s wrong. That would be incest. But…” “I understand, and yes, your Grampa is special…endowed with an incredible cock, sexy as fuck, a real alpha and men fall over themselves to serve him. I know I do.” Phil said as he took my hand and pressed it against his groin. His cock was hard and he felt large. “I’m not your Grampa, Chad.. You can touch my cock and balls, and ass if you want,” he whispered. I could feel myself overheating with desire. I got on my knees in front of him. “Do it, I want you to see my cock. I want you to see, and touch, and smell, and taste a mature man’s hard dick. I know you want it, Chad. I know you are the kind of boy who likes big dicks and old men, the older the bigger the dick, right? Take down my shorts, boy. You won’t be disappointed,” Phil hissed. “Phil, how old are you?” “60,” he responded, as he pushed his groin closer to my face. My cock thickened as I heard his voice. My hands reached up and beylikdüzü travesti I slowly slid his shorts down to his knees only to reveal his erection was packed inside a jockstrap. “Oh my god. A jockstrap!,” I gasped in admiration and lust. I looked up at him as I grabbed the strap and pulled it down slowly just enough to reveal his cock. “Fuck, you are beautiful, baby boy,” he stroked my hair as I gazed at the bulge before me. His cock popped up inches before my face. His thick knob already glistened with precum. My heart was about to explode faced with this 60 year old man’s hardon before me. “I want to know about the pendant?” I blurted out. “Why do you have one? What does it mean?” Phil was stroking his cock as he looked at me lewdly. He didn’t answer. I could smell the muskiness of his jockstrap warmed with the heat of his genitals. “You are so hot. Like my scout leaders and coaches. Phil, can I see your…please…your butt?” Phil turned around. The straps of the jock still clung to his ass which jutted out beautifully. I had long wanted to slide my cock inside a father figure’s ass. Phil’s ass had an enticing shape, well formed, but not fat, just inviting me to kiss it, lick it, enter it. Although I had never done any of those things. “Do you want to be inside me?” He said as he faced the wall and pumped his ass closer to my face. “Oh yes! But I will cum real quick if I do, because I am almost there now, ready to blow.” I fought the urge to jerk my dick through my short lest I cum. “Just do it, Chad. I’m on PREP so you have nothing to worry about. I’m sure you like seeing men fuck each other but you’ve never done it, right? Slide your 16 year old boner into this Dad’s ass. I’m ready for it, for you. Just slide inside. I’m not tight. I’m loose, and it will feel like a warm mouth around your meat,” he ground his ass pervertedly in my face. Phil bent over further and I stood up. My groin was at the right height. I pulled down my sweatpant shorts which were sticky with precum. “Ok, get ready.” Phil didn’t have time to reply before I pushed my long dick toward his sweaty crack. Easily, my hard young penis found its way to the man’s moist deep hole. I groaned with desire from a place deep inside of me. Phil backed up onto my young erection and growled. “Chad, call me Dad, please! And let me know when you are cumming.” A gush of precum spurted at Phil’s exhortations. “Oh fuck, Dad! I love you and I’m gonna cum any second now!” I said as I grabbed his hips forcefully. “Oh my fucking god, I love you too, my boy! My Chad! Give Dad your sperm! Dump your boy juice in your old man. C’mon buddy! Dad needs your cum. It’ll give me strength and I can carry your seed inside me all day long. Shoot your jizz in me!” Phil triggered a deep dark desire in me to fuck and seed a father figure like my coaches and volunteer scout leaders. I felt like I was the one in charge and not having to listen to them just because they were older. His warm and wet hole grasped and milked my dick. It worked. “I’m doing it Dad! I’m sperming inside you…inside my own Dad’s manhole,” I whispered as loudly as I could. I bucked and bucked so hard as my spurts of jizz entered him that it pushed Phil over onto the floor and I fell on top of him. “Oh, Dad! Oh fuck, Dad!” I growled. “Oh, my boy, my sweet son, Chad,” Phil said as istanbul travesti he reached behind and grabbed my sweaty butt still joined to his ass. Just then, as I continued to moan through the end of my ejaculation in Phil’s loose cumhole, the door opened behind us, daylight flooded the room, and then the door shut loudly. “Figured I would find you both here, somehow,” Grampa’s voice made my heart stop.. Phil and I were sticky and panting in a heap together. I never wanted to leave that position. “Chad, up. Get up,” Grampa ordered me. He reached down and picked me up on my left shoulder. My cock was still hard and wet with Phil and mine’s sex juices. It felt too early to leave Phil’s warm, inseminated asshole. “Phil, you old whore, you know what to do now,” Grampa said in a mocking tone. “Yes, Father,.” Phil responded. Phil pushed himself up slowly and turned around and got back on his knees in front of me. Grampa put one hand on my shoulder and the other hand behind my back and pushed me toward Phil. Phil pulled me close and took my cock in his hands. “Let me clean you off, son. A Dad should teach his son good manners and hygiene. Always clean your cock after you fuck someone,” he said and proceeded to tongue bath my cock that had just been inside his ass. He slurped loudly and lewdly on my knob until it started to lose its firmness. I could feel my Grampa’s hand massage my shoulder as he grunted and watched. “An alpha man should always have his bottom clean him off after honoring him with his cock and cum,” Grampa said. Phil then stood up. “I’m not done with you yet. You seduced my own grandson and he seeded your hole. He’s fucking 16 and you are an old fucking man. He comes from my genes, my own balls. You shold have asked, you horny cunt. Bend over, pervert” he ordered Phil. Grampa approached Phil and stuck his fingers in his hole. Phil moaned as my Papa manhandled his chute that was full of my sperm. “Man, that was some load grandson, wasn’t it?” Grandpa winked at me and he fingered Phil. “Yes, Papa. A week’s worth,” I said wide eyed and feeling my cock harden once again as I watched him control Phil’s asshole. Grampa fished around in Phil’s hole and whispered in his ear something I couldn’t make out. It shocked me that here he was my Grandfather, fingering the man I just seeded and pushing my cum around inside him. He then took his fingers out of the man’s hole and shoved it in Phil’s face. Phil hungrily lapped up my jizz and his ass juices from Grampa’s fingers. Grampa stared at me as Phil performed his perverted hand washing. “Lick that boy sperm from his Grampa’s fingers. Clean off my hand. It’s the least you can do for perverting my young, innocent grandson. He’s my pride and joy and you used him to fulfill your own carnal needs,” Grampa slapped Phil softly in the face with his free hand. Grandpa then looked at me. “So, this is how your mentorship begins, I suppose. Not as I thought. But remember this moment. We have many rules to establish before we go any further. I advise you to not try this again until we have established our boundaries. Do you understand, Chad?” It wasn’t a question. It was a command. I nodded. He pulled his hand away from Phil and slapped the man on his fuckable ass several times. Phil winced and groaned with pleasure. “Thank you, Father. See you tonight, as planned?” Phil asked. Grampa grunted “yes” then pushed me to the door. “Let’s do what we came here to do, son. We are here to help people in need.” I followed him as he walked quickly away from the maintenance closet. I thought I just did, I said to myself.

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