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  • Irish proud grandpa

    • This here is a proud family tradition passed from Father to Son. It's male bondin' that comes right from the piss slot. Who gives a fuck if'n the studs in our family are filthy fuckin scumbags.

    My Grandad was an Irishman, n' fuckin proud of it. He worked his farm proudly, wearing a traditional kilt, sportin the family colors. He was a big beefy bruiser, with Celtic tatts on his arms, back & chest. With his kilt, Grandad wore knee high workboots, n' an athletic t-shirt on top. One weekend he had me come to the farm to help him repair the barn. First thing when I got there, Gramps laid down the law. "Young man, on this farm we show our Irish pride by wearing the family kilt. Change into this now."

    Grandad handed me a short boys kilt & a used torn t-shirt. "Grandpa Sir, where do I change?"

    "Jesus fuckin Christ laddie, we're both Irishmen, n' fuckin family. Blood kin like us boy, ain't got no shame in front of each other. Strip nude right now, or I'll fuckin strip ya meself." Grandad grinned n' smacked me on my butt.

    I stripped to my bike boots & jockstrap. I threw a hardon on the train, n' my jock pouch was wet with the lube juice I was leakin. Top of that my pud was still a bit swelled up. Grandad swatted my wet pouch with his open hand. "Git that fuckin filthy scumbag jock off too, boy. I can smell the fuckscum ya got it soaked with from here." I pulled my jock down, n' my pecker bobbed up, semi-hard. "Hand me yer strap Son."

    I gave my sperm soaked jock to my Grandad. Some lube that was still in my piss chute dripped outta my piss hole n' hung from the slot. I groaned in shame, "Oh fuck Sir, Goddam fuck Grandad Sir, I can't help droolin my manjuice. It's fuckin humiliatin fer me, to have ya to see my sex scum droolin from me piss chute, Granpa. I understand if'n you fuckin need to punish me Sir." I was sobbin, "Jesus fuckin Christ, looka me pecker now Gramps Sir, shit if'n my plug fuckin tool ain't stiffenin up. I know letting meself git worked up like this, is earnin meself a good hurtin from you, in any way you see fit Sir. I reckon I ain't but a filthy fuckin pig." My boymeat throbbed & bobbed up & down. I was actin like a obscene scumbag in front of my Grandfather.

    "Son, me & you is family. It's natural for the males of a family to see each other sport hardons. As yer Grandfather, I should see when my son, or his son, gits all sexed up. Nuthin wrong fer a Grandson & Grandpa to squirt off sperm seed together. It's an act of mutual man to man trust & respect. Bein open & honest with the men in yer family bout every body function, is right & natural. No bond is stronger than when 2 manly budz are so relaxed & shame free together, that they can just let bust their fuckin scumjuice, n' let drain their ballz on each other. It's the lad who's embarrassed that's gonna git whupped." Grandad then held the inside of my jock pouch over his nose n' breathed in deep. "See laddie, I got no fuckin shame letting ya see me smell yer sperm soaked jock."

    I wore my kilt proudly all weekend. It was too fuckin short, n' my nutsac hung out. When I walked, my cock knob got exposed. Me & Grandad worked together as a team. We pissed wherever we were standin. We worked it so we would always piss together, arms round each other's shoulders. Bein Irish, we drank whiskey all day. I grew to worship my Grandad. I let my manhood be hard all day, n' I even stroked it while Grandpa watched. We felt so close to each other that when we pissed, we opened our jaws wide as we could, n' clamped our mouths together. I loved the taste of whiskey in Grandad's mouth when I tongue swabbed it. When Gramps spoke to me, the strong smell of whiskey on his breath made my dick throb.

    I could tell when my brawny Grandfather's nutz were full-up, n' needed to dump some of the manseed that he made my Dad with. He let his kilt tent out real natural like. If he got so worked up, that he was like a breed ready bull, all set fer ruttin, he'd prop his leg up on a crate. In full view, Gramps would blow off a few wads of top scum. I would shout, "Wow Gramps, way to fuckin go.", or "Eeeyow, that's my stud Gramps, dumpin some good Irish spooge." With Grandad watchin me, I got a hoot outta scoopin up some of his scumjuice with my fingers, n' stickin it in my grinning mouth. We would grin at each other. I'd say shit like, "Eatin my good ol' Gramps sperm, keeps it in the family."

    My Grandfather instructed me each day on the masculine shit that made a man a real top man's man. "The males in our family are real top alpha men. We're more manly, more virile, tuffer & ruffer than other weaker men. We got a extra dose of testosterone in our blood. It makes us aggressive & mean. We dig fightin, forcing our will on other men, forcing sex on who we want." He claped his hands behind his head. See how burly my arms are. Touch 'em. Look how hairy my sweaty armpits are. Lick my pits Lad, get to know whut stud sweat tastes like. The hairier a man is, the more manly he is." He pulled off his athletic T. "Run ya hand thru my thick chest hair & belly hair. That's a mature Irish stud yer feelin up Son." Grandad got so used to me examining his bod, he let me feel him anywhere, any time I wanted. It got so normal fer me to reach under his kilt n' handle his privates, I'd do it in front of his rowdy stud budz.

    Best of all was when Grandad had me hold the ladder for him. He'd climb up a few feet above my head, n' I got to look up my Grandfathers kilt. I fuckin worshipped his big hairy ballz. His fat swingin fuck meat dripped lube in my upturned face. When my Grandpa bent over or squated, I looked up his kilt at his hairy, sweaty crack, n' moaned loudly when I saw his butthole. When me & grandad got real fuckin whiskeyed up, we let all hell break loose. I lost all fuckin control of myself. So did me brawny Grandfather. When Gramps showed off his shithole to me, I plowed my cocksuckin face into his funky buttcrack, n' shoved my tongue up his ass chute. Grampa rewarded me for lookin up his kilt at his privates by pissin down on my head. When I drank his piss he said, "Good fuckin boy, yer grandpa's dirty lil' scumbag. My fuckin lil' pussy boy. To become a man, a boy must first prove himself to the men of his family. He must degrade & humiliate hisself. He must perform degenerate, perverted acts for his Father & Grandfather's pleasure. N' son, ya gotta be sexed up hard as ya do it."

    I looked up at my Godlike Gramps, my face wet with piss & sperm juice, smiled n' said, "I'm yer cockjuice eatin scumbag, so's ya can feel free to use me in any fuckin way that gits yer nuts juicing Sir. Nuthins too fuckin filthy fer me to do to please ya Sir. "

    What made me mighty fuckin proud of my Grandpa was that he had me git up the fuckin ladder, so's he could look up my Goddam kilt. I sported a rock solid boner knowin my ever luvin Gramps was gittin stoked seein up me crotch. I gave him a real raunchy show. I leaked a steady flow of precum juice. It hung like a rope from my piss chute. Gramps liked poking his fingers upto my butthole.


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