BREEDING MY GRANDSON


By DannyR  (MMM/b, M/g, oral, anal, incest, ws, extreme pedo, racial)
Copyright 2006-2011.  All rights reserved

Notes:  Dont forget, guys:  Inquiring authors want to know -- what did you think?  So when youre done, put your fingers to a  dried-off, cleaned-up keyboard and start by typing:  dr_harris_81@hotmail.com.

Disclaimer:  Some folks apparently have trouble distinguishing between fantasy and reality.  This story is a fantasy.  It didn't happen.  Never will.  And anyone who attempts to do in real life all or any of the things depicted in the story needs to be hanged, then drawn and quartered, and then turned over to the law for the harshest penalties the law allows.  Now that we're clear on what's what, and what's not, read on.


BREEDING MY GRANDSON

Part 4.  Phone Sex

While I knew I had to wait for Timmys little asshole to get older and more pliable to get my cock into that cunt, I had no intention of waiting to get my rocks off with my nigger slut grandson.  I milked Alan twice a day, and Jerome provided at least one cum a week, to mix with little Timmys formula.  My cum Timmy got directly from the source.  By the time nigger Timmy was five months old he was a cum sucking whore any pedo pervert father or grandfather would be proud of.

Or great grandfather.

I sat behind my desk, ignoring the brief a young associate had prepared and which I needed to review.  For some reason Id been thinking about my wedding day.  Not so much about fucking Elaines mouth while her other holes were worked by Earl and Ray, her father and older brother.  No, I was thinking more about my youngest brother-in-law.  Roy.  What had he been?  Eight? He was a ring-bearer, and he came down the aisle walking kind of funny.  Almost bow-legged.  And with the kid-fucking knowledge I now had, I realized it was the same kind of walk Bobby uses when his ass pussy has been power fucked. But there was, well, hell, something more.

I concentrated, and it came back.  Roy had stopped about two thirds of the way down the aisle, balanced the ring pillow with his left hand, and reached back with his right hand to yank at the seat of his pants.  The kind of way guys do when your underwear or your jeans or slacks have gotten pushed up tight into your ass crack and its rubbing you, so you pull the fabric away.  There was a snicker from the congregation, and fuck! that was the something more. I was kind of laughing, too, but out of the corner of my eye I saw a brief, smug little smile on the preachers face, and then it vanished.

How fucking slow could I be?  Obviously, pretty damned slow back then.

I told my secretary to hold my calls, picked up my private line and called my father-in-law.  After the usual family bullshit, Ray was back in prison, his slut fourth wife had vanished, leaving twin boys for Earl to take care of and he fucking well had already done his fucking duty raising Ray, Earl and Roy, and didnt need more kids on his hands, and speaking of Roy, the fag bastard had gotten himself caught sucking dick in the park, but fortunately the sheriff was a buddy of Earls and let Roy off with a warning, after the deputy who arrested him, the sheriff, a janitor and a nightstick had made use of Roys rear end, and by the way, how the fuck was my family and his great-grandkids that I goddamned well never brought to see him.

Id risen above my roots.  Earl wallowed in his.  The family was fine, I told him, blah, blah, blah, but what Id called for was to ask whether he remembered our wedding day, Elaines and mine.  And before the service.

There was a long pause before he carefully said he did.

Well, pop, I was wondering, dont the fuck know why, how come you told me not to offer Pastor John a chance at one of Elaines holes as payment for marrying us.  I mean, she was a damned hot woman, and you know she would have loved being sexed that way.

I, uh, I dont really remember.  Fuck, Steve, that was a long time ago.  And, well, you know, he was a preacher and all that.

Naw, Pop, I dont think that was it.  You see, I keep remembering Roy coming down the aisle with those rings, and the smug little smile I saw on Pastor Johns face for a second, and the way my little brother-in-law was kind of waddling.  Like he had something up his rear end.  Or maybe, had just had something up there.

More silence.  Cmon, pop, I know Roys queer.  Youre not going to find many straight men sucking dick in a park or getting buttfucked by a couple of cops and a night stick.  Ive known it for years, hell, he came on to me when he was fucking fifteen. I decked him and that was that.  So it doesnt bother me.  But was he queer back then, back when he was little?

Earl sighed.  Like he was letting go of a huge secret.  Which he was.  Yeah.  While we were in the office dicking Elaine, the reverend was dicking little Roy in the choir room.  Fucked the boy fags mouth and then his cunt.  Roy likes it rough....

Earl stopped.  Okay, so maybe he knew his kid was queer and liked having men dick him.  So maybe he knew about Pastor John being a pedo.  But how could he know details like the boy liking it rough...and still liking it rough...if his source of information was just stories told by someone else?  Yeah, it could have been that, but the tone of voice and the sudden stop told me something more was going on.  But Id have to ease into it, like you do when youre sliding your dick into a boys pussy carefully so you dont frighten him.

So, how long had that been going on before Elaine and I got married?  Christ, I sure the fuck wasnt observant when I was nineteen, my kid brother-in-law was a faggot whore and I didnt know.

Look, Steve, whats all this interest in something that went on over thirty years ago?  Christ, your brother-in-law is forty-one now.  If you want fag stories from him, ask him yourself.

But Im asking you, pop.  Ive got a damned good reason for asking, so maybe trust me, and just tell me.

He sighed again.  Okay.  Pastor had been dicking little Roy for about two years.  Roy likes big fat dicks in his holes, and Pastor sure the fuck qualified.  Well, uh, at least, thats what Roy told me.

So Pastor John got little Roys cherries, pop?

Uh, yeah.

Just came over to the house one day, grabbed the boy and fucked the shit out of him?  Creamed his mouth, filled his boy twat with cum?

Steve, why the fuck....

My voice was soft and warm, gently persuasive, just like Tonys had been with Jerald, only the end result wasnt going to be raping my father in law.  Just tell me, pop.  Something doesnt sound right.  I cant believe youd let any man take a cherry pussy you owned and could take yourself.  So, was yours the first cock into his little boy mouth?  The first load of cum he had to swallow?

The biggest sigh of all, and then he gave up.  Yeah.

How old, pop?

Please, Steve, dont....

How old, pop?  Did you break his mouth in when he was three?  Two?

I let the silence stretch while my dick got even harder.  My fucking father in law was as depraved as I was.  Damn that was good news.  And sometimes silence is better than talking; let it go on long enough and it has to be filled.  It was.

S...six months.

Oh, Christ, pop!  That is so fucking hot.

I could tell from the silence and then the stuttered Wh...what? how shocked he was at my reaction.

Im sitting here with my pants open, pop, in that fancy office youre always ragging me about, stroking my leaking prick.  Did you jack off on him before then?  Smear your cum around his mouth to get him used to the taste of it?  Play with his little boy meat and his tiny boy hole?

Another long silence.  Finally, in a voice that was both raw and relieved, Youre a sick pedo fucker....  another long silence  ...too?

I almost laughed, but didnt.  Yeah, pop, only problem is I shoulda known it years ago, wasted all those boy cunts and boy mouths who coulda been makin my dick happy.

Jesus, Steve.

Yeah.  Your dick hard, pop?

Uh....

Cmon, pop, you just admitted you mouth fucked my brother-in-law when he was six months old, well, maybe not mouth fucked cause yprobably couldnt get all of your cock in there, but he did suck you off.  And you n the preacher were fucking him real young.  Yknow I got me a fuckin hardon here, cause I told ya.  So, yeah, pop, I wanna know if your dick is hard n if ygot it outa your pants yet.

Christ, I couldnt believe how the years got stripped away and I was talking like a backwoods redneck farm boy again.

Yeah, Steve, my pecker is out.

You ever had phone sex, pop?

No.

You want to cum while I tell you about little Timmys mouth, about Bobbys boy twat, and little Amys holes?

Fuck.

Take it that means ydamned well do.  n ygonna tell me about Uncle Roy and how you sexed his little boy holes until I make a mess of myself right here in my fuckin office?

Pop was breathing a lot faster.  I took his grunt to mean he would. And thats what we did.

I told him about Timmy, and jacking off into his tiny hole, about fucking Bobby and Amy, about Jerome and Alan and Diane.  I told him how hot I thought itd be if he came up for a visit and I got to watch him dicking his older great grandson, and then getting a blowjob from little Timmy while I sucked the babys bald pricklet and balls.  Thats when he came, grunting and panting and swearing so damned fucking loud I thought for a minute the voice was coming through the window and I was hearing him all the way from Georgia.

Then it was my turn.  Pop told me about how sick he was at what he was doing with Roy, how he couldnt help himself, how eager Roy was whenever pop got near his mouth with his dick.  How hed played with his sons tiny boy hole; how he fucked him for the first time when Roy was almost three and how eager the boy had been for it.  How theyd started fucking and sucking everywhere when they were out together since it was so difficult to be alone at home.  How hed found a rest stop with gloryholes in the stalls and taken his three year old there and fucked his mouth through one of the holes.  The clearing in the woods when he was four and the two men who watched while pop stripped little Roy naked, put him on all fours and fucked him hard.  The men obviously wanted to join in, but pop wouldnt let them.  The Macys restroom in the mall, with little Roy sitting on the stool cross-legged so no one could see, and pop was fucking his face, and then turning him around, bracing against the back wall, while pop slid his meat into the boy cunt and eventually filled it with hot pop scum.  How he was in the church bathroom when Roy was four, just one urinal, one stool, and hed forgotten to lock the door, and Roy was bent over the toilet again, he really liked toilet sex, with pops dick fucking him hard when the preacher walked in.  How Pastor John locked the door, whipped out a huge fucking cock and jacked until pop recovered his wits and his hardon, and proceeded to fill that tiny boy cunt full of spooge.  After which Pastor John picked the young boy up, impaled him on his monster rod without worrying about the tiny boys initial howls of agony, and then fucked the living hell out of Roys four year old boy cunt, all greased up with his own fathers cum.  Thats when I blew my own load.

When I finally recovered, I asked him whether hed ever had nigger boy pussy.  And if it turned him on, well, the idea of it.  There was a long pause before he said it did.  I told him Id see what I could do.

Last thing was to tell him Id have tickets at the airport for him and the twins, Ray-Ray and Robbie, he said, all of seven, and no, he told me before I could ask, he hadnt dicked either one. Hed stopped all that, but damn if a phone call from his son-in-law hadnt changed his mind about what a good home life should be like, and what he, too, had been missing for too fucking many years.

You gonna jack off again after we get off the phone, Pop?  

He heard the sympathetic laughter in my voice, and said, Same as you, son?

We laughed and hung up.

I kicked off my loafers, shoved my slacks and boxers down to the floor, stepped out of them. Opened my shirt to expose my hairy chest and tits and belly.  Sat back down, tilted back, grabbed my meat and jacked off again to the mental images of Earl getting blowjobs from baby Roy, Earl fucking the hot little kid cunt, Earl sharing the boy with other men, letting other men molest the little slut, Earl and me working over little Timmy, fucking his face and fucking his bottom hole. I came again, almost as much as on the phone.

