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  • Me pa and granddad

    • Once grandpa moved in with pa n' me, my sex education swung into high gear. At football practice my budz n' me hit the showers after a hot n' sweaty workout. All the showers came off a center pole, so the guys had to face each other to wash down. Bein' the show off I am, I was throwin' a fuckin' hard and was makin' sure all my budz got an eyeful. Amazin' how one dude sportin' a boner can make his budz catch it. Some of the guys were bashful, and tried all they could to hide their hard cocks. But most of the guys were like me, proud of bein' men, and not afraid to show it.

    Suddenly, there was a loud fuckin' crash from the lockerroom. The rack where we all hung our jockstraps tipped over n' all our mutherfuckin' jocks were in a fuckin' pile. The guys gathered round, bareassed as babes grabbed up fistfuls of the damp jocks. The dudes held up the to their noses, tryin' to sniff out who's jockstrap was who's. Budz passed jocks back an' forth, fightin' over their own crotch smells. Dudes were getting' down on their knees an' shovin' their noses in their budz privates, to match jock smell to crotch smell.

    I knew my jock was one of the funkyest, as always, but I spotted a strap that was scuzz drippin' filthy. I grabbed at it, rubbed it in my crud lovin' face, and yelled, "This scum rag is mine." The bull of a stud who's jock it was, just stared at me as I pulled it on, and adjusted my cock n' balls. I let my already hard tool throb in my jock, followed by a stream of pre-cum lube drippin' out the bottom of the pouch. The dumb bull, still starin' at my crotch, blushed as his pecker started to stiffen. I scouped up another jock, moved up to the stud so close that my jock pouch pressed against his half hard fuck meat and ordered, "Wear this, man, there's pussy juice on it."

    His pole stood straight up, and as he pulled the jock on he growned like he was bustin' his fuckin' wad. I don't think any footballer left that lockerroom wearin' his own jock. By the time I stuffed my sweaty jockstrap back into my levi's, my pisshole was droolin' so much lube juice, I walked home with a wet spot showin' where it did the most damage.

    Comin' in the front door I almost shit my fuckin' britches. There sprawled out on the sofa was my burly grandpa. His legs were spread wide, his dick was outta his jock, and my goddam pa was down on his knees givin' head. My grandpa saw me n' grinned, "Come on in boy, n' see how a real man does it". All my dad did was gurgle. It was all he could do. Granpa had my dad's head in a viselike grip, n' was givin' the man I worshipped a rough face-fuckin'. I felt like cryin'.

    "Don't be shy boy," grandpa laughed, "hawl out yer pecker n' enjoy what yer seein'"

    "But yer rapin' my pa," I cried, "yer rapin' yer own fuckin' son."

    "It ain't the first time youngun, yer pa's man enough to take it. Ya can't be a man's man if ya can't take a lil' throat plowin' from ya horny assed poppa. That's sumpin' yer gonna be made to learn."

    My whole body shook. I now knew what was in store for me, now that my big pa's own daddy had moved in. "Strip to yer jock boy," granpa ordered. I knew I had to obey him. Granpa was a former marine n' now worked as a highway patrol cop.

    Standin' there in my jockstrap, throwin' a fuckin' hardon in spite of the fear I felt. My dad kept gaggin' on granpa's nine incher, specially the mean way gramps was jammin' his swollen fuck tool down pa's cocksuckin' throat. I started rubbin' my juicin' cock knob.

    "That's it boy, turn on to yer sweet daddy bein' plug fuckin' raped. The men in this family are scumsuckin' pigs, filthy n' rough, an' you ain't no fuckin' different." A small squirt of scuzjuice pulsed outta my hard fuckin' cock. I couldn't believe what im heard myself sayin' next.

    "What say gramps, I got a fat eight inches of uncut fuck pole, how bout lettin' me have some pa's throat hole," I heard my dad wimper. I was betrayin' him after all he taught me bout bein' a man, and was fuckin' hot to do it.

    "That's the kinda shit yer ol' gramps likes ta hear, boy. Get yer ass down here next to me, so's we kin trade turns." Gramp's pulled me close to him, n' shoved his toungue in ma mouth. I heard my dad begin to cry while gramps fuck pole was still fuck plowin' his head.

    When gramps withdrew from my mouth, I felt I had been mouth raped by his droolin' mouth. I knew what I had comin' when he would finally cock rape my face. He pulled dad's head off his dick, grabbed hold of my cock shaft, n' rammed dad's head down on my pole, right to my fuckin' ballz. I took over my pa's face fuckin'. I plug fucked the scumsuckin' face of the man I spent my whole life lookin' up to. I looked down an' saw my dad's pleadin' eyes lookin' up at me. Beggin me to go easy. Shit, I was as big a mothafuckin' bastard as my gramps.

    "Hey gramps, ya dint tell me pa had a genuine pussy fuck hole fer a mouth. Ooh-wee this is sweet face fuckin'. Fuckin' shit, holy fuckin' shit, this scumsuckin' pig is goin' fer my wad."

    "Whoa boy, slow the fuck down. We got all fuckin' night. Let yer nuts cool a bit, while I use the filthy pig a sec." Gramps yanked dad's head off my scuzzin' cock by his ears, n' shoved his own pecker in. "Aaaah," gramps sighed, as he held dad's head locked in place. "Did ya know boy, that yer fuckin' big daddy gives great urinal service?"

    My god, gramps was pissin' into pa's belly. I reached over to grasp the base of gramps cock so's I could feel the piss flow through his shaft. "Good feelin' yer granmpa's pissin' dick, huh son," grampa winked, "ya know i'm gonna use you like this too."

    "I'm here to obey anything you order me to do, sir. Bein' used by a fuckin' stud like you, sir, will be an honor you can be as rough n' rowdy with me as you want, sir. I will be proud to take it. Use me as yer scum bucket, sir."

    I looked at my big muscled dad, submissive between grandpa's legs, noisily slurpin' dick, and trembled knowin' that I would soon be as docile as he was, givin' up my manhood to my mothafuckin', scum drippin', big hairy filthy pig of grandpa. I was willin' to degrade n' humiliate myself cause I come to know that it was the only way three studs like us could really bond for life.

    I hoped I was man enough to take what I was in for.


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