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 Grandchildren: by (c) Hamilton Joyce
The pub was still quiet at eleven in the morning and the two

well-dressed old gentlemen were enjoying a chat and the first of the day.

   'Yes, George, grandchildren are a really heartwarming.  I've only one,
but she's a delight, so full of life.  Happy little girl!'

   'Pretty I expect?'

   'She's going to break a few hearts one day, but she's only eleven now,
just started secondary school.  Her mother wanted to cut her long hair, but
I talked her out of it....  lovely blonde pony-tail.'

   There was a pause as the two lifted their glasses and mused on this.

   'Naughty little thing though: will go round the house stark naked.  Not
her fault of course as both her parents do, and they all take nudist
holidays.'

   'Must be difficult for you, Harold: you go around with a hard-on all the
time!'

   He laughed.

   'Oh, you know me, George.  Now if it were a boy might be different.' '
'Then you'd like my grandson William: he's eleven too.'

   'Wanders around naked?  Surely not.'

   'Shameless and innocent, Harry.  Often does.'

   Another long pause.

   'I babysit for them every Friday night....  they are keen ten-pin
bowlers.  Fridays I sleep at their place.  Why not come over and spend the
evening?  Meet Lucy, my grandaughter.'

   'Naked?'

   'Probably.'

   'Right!  And if it works out I'll arrange it so you can meet William and
we'll both be happy.'

   'It's a deal.'

   ..................................................................

   George was early....this was the sort of opportunity that did not often
arise.  Not often?  Never, more like.

   There was no sign of young Lucy, but he chatted for ten minutes or so
with her parents and Harry, telling them the two old men would probably
spend the evening playing cribbage.

   'There's a few beers in the fridge: help yourselves.  Doris and I are
usually back by about eleven.'

   As soon as her parents' car drew away Lucy was down to see her favourite
grandad and to be introduced to George.

   Poor George didn't know where to focus his eyes in the presence of this
naked girl, so close to his ideal.  At eleven she was just entering
puberty, though it took a connoisseur like George to know that.  His
expertise was not practical, but entirely theoretical, based on photographs
on the internet and descriptions in on-line porn stories.  Yes, he had seen
pretty girls at the beach and in the pool, often near-naked girls, but
those so-tender looking cunt-lips, tight closed and hairless drew the eyes
ever downward, and her little mound of venus, just forming but still so
small and with just the lightest suggestion of blonde fluff so far, a
promise of a little golden triangle in a few months.  No tits as yet, but
puffy-looking brown nipples and just the beginning of bumps: no longer a
boy's or a-sexual chest.  Certainly feminine.  She was sun-tanned, all over
which suggested the family nudism was not only indoors, and her hips were
still almost as narrow as his grandson's.  But her bottom had a nice
roundness, and her shoulders were less broad, slender legs and arms
girlish. His eyes met hers, blue to go with the blonde pony-tail, and he
could have sworn she had lipstick on those full lips.

   The nearest he had got to this since he was a boy himself was a girl he
had once picked up in the ring-road truck-stop laybye: but she had been
fifteen and had quite a hairy cunt, and althogh her tits were small and
firm they were tits, and his ideal since boyhood had been pre-teen.  Like
Lucy, in fact.

   His cock was hard.  Instantly.

   He could have sworn too her eyes dropped to his bulge before meeting his
as she shook hands, turned round and slumped on the settee with the remote.

   'It's The Simpsons!'

   'I like those too.' George sat beside the girl, as close as he dared.

   'I don't.' That was Harry, 'I'll go out and get some fish and chips.  Do
you mind if I nip in the pub for a pint on the way, George?'

   'No.  Lucy will be ok with me: I'm a good baby-sitter.  Though this is
no baby.'

   He smiled at her and got a smile back.  Perhaps she moved a bit closer
to him?

   'I'll be back by eight then.  Thanks George.  Friday is darts night so a
lot of the guys will be there.  Have fun ......with your Simpsons I mean.'

   ....................................................

   They sat there, inches from each other but her thigh actually touching
his, he hardly daring to move and continually glancing sideways or down at
the naked girl.  In profile you could see that she very nearly had
breasts...  a month or two at the most and those bumps would be proper
little handfulls.

   Lucy muted the ads and they could chat again.

   'It must be lovely to have the freedom to live without clothes at home.'

   'We all do.  Mummy, Daddy and me.  And not only at home...'

   'I wish I could go naked....'

   He sounded wistful.

   'You can.  Why not?  Nothing easier is there?'

   'I'm not sure I should....'

   'Of course you can.  Try it and see....  Mummy says it's as nature
intended us.'

   Shoes, socks, tie, shirt...all very quickly.  Then standing up his belt,
flies, jeans and finally his boxer shorts : he stood there naked in front
of her.  He doubted whether he had ever had such a steel-hard erection.  He
sat down again, making sure their thighs touched again, but naked this
time.

   She giggled.

   'I knew you had a boner!  You've had it all evening.  I could see.'

   'You know about boners then, Lucy?'

   'Of course.  Daddy often gets like that.  When he does he takes Mummy
upstairs and they kiss and cuddle till it goes away.'

   'That's right.  It gets hard that way when a man wants a kiss and a
cuddle...'

   Greatly daring he put an arm around her naked shoulder and pulled her
closer to him, her whole body touching his, her head on his chest, pony
tail silky on his nipples.  She turned her face up towards him and pursed
her lips.  She wanted to be kissed.

   Only polite to oblige her!

   She opened her mouth to meet his: some boy or girl had been practising
with her.  Or was it Daddy!  He was sure it was not Harry....  out long ago
to his best friend as gay by choice, bisexual only by necessity.

   The kiss went on and on, tongues too, and under the cover of the embrace
he lay his hand on her belly, and then, finding her legs open now an inch
or two, cupped his hand over her hairless pussy, his palm on her mound and
his fingers down over her cunt-lips.  This was the cue for her to squirm
even closer and slip her tongue deep into his mouth.  She had one hand
round his neck, but the other rested on his thigh close, so-close to his
straining, twitching cock.

   He pressed his forefinger hard on the tight-closed lips, and then again.

   No comment, no protest from the girl.

   He prised the lips apart with finger and thumb and felt inside her
crack.

   Not quite dry, but not juicy, of course.

   Finger gently rubbing her little clitoris: still no commment from the
girl, but did he feel her legs open and inch or two more?  Her lips and
nose were nestling in his chest hair.

   She was licking and nibbling his nipple.....

   He raised his hand to his mouth and coated his finger in saliva.  Back
to her pussy again and now his finger slipped nicely up and down her
crease, making figure-of-eights around her clit, pulling at it, pressing
it, rubbing it.  Her legs were wide apart now, and she was kissing his
chest.  He concentrated on massaging her clit and after a couple of minutes
felt her body tense, saw her left heel raise from the carpet, then her
right as well and heard her muffled....

   'Oooooh!'

   The girl had cum.

   Silence.

   He raised her head and kissed her again, her mouth wide open but feeling
somehow softer, less urgent than before.  She broke off their kiss.

   'That was so good, Uncle George.....  I never.....  It was all tingly
and then felt so good.....  you did that.....'

   'It's called cumming, Lucy?  You never felt that before?  '

   'Never....  I never knew....'

   'You don't do that when you're in bed at night?'

   'I never did yet.'

   'Try it now.  Girls can do it again and again.....not like us men.  Once
and we need to recover.'

   He took her little hand and placed it on her pussy.

   'You try it, Lucy.  Rub your little nub there.'

   He watched while she practised, amused to see her pulling at her clit
and pressing it hard as well as rubbing.  He was jerking at his own cock
now....but edging as he did not want to cum just yet.  Other plans!

   She was completely absorbed in her own pleasure now, but he increased it
by gently pulling and tweaking one puffy nipple between finger and thumb.
He kissed her slender neck.....and she came again, this time moaning her
delight and raising her hips at the moment of climax.

   He had to use all his self control not to cum at that golden moment!

   Instead he kissed her very willing mouth.

   When they came up for air....

   'Oooh!  it's lovely Uncle George...'

   'Boys do it too, Lucy, and it's great for them too.'

   He took her soft little hand and placed it on his raging cock.  Despite
the precum dripping down the shaft she clasped her hand round it, though
the girth was too much for her to close her fist.

   'It feels everso hot, and you get juicy just like me.  It's sort of
silky on the outside but so hard inside.  do you want me to do this?'

   Unasked she started to rub it up and down.  George realised that there
must be some age-old instinct that told the girl exactly what a male
wanted, despite her tender years.  Her face was so close to the knob as she
wanked him and studied the mysterious male-flesh.  She wondered if this was
what mummy did to daddy when they cuddled, and decided that it probably was
what grown-ups did when daddies got a boner.  Her other hand was on her
pussy again, teasing her clit into yet anothet cum.

   When suddenly there was a spurt, some of which landed across her lips,
over her nose and onto her eyebrows and forehead.

   'Jeez.  what's that, Uncle?'

   Her own orgasm was aborted and the fingering completely forgotten in her
surprise.  George watched entranced as her little tongue that just a few
minutes before had been in his mouth, licked a smear of cum from her lips.

   'It don't taste....  but it feels sort of slippery and silky.'

   'It's called sperm, Lucy, but cum is a nicer word.  When that gets
inside a grown-up girl it makes a baby for her.'

   'Oh!  I licked it!'

   'That's all right, Lucy, as it would have to get right in here.  This
time the tip of his finger rubbed the outside of her pussy, but not
penetrating the inner lips.  'And in any case it would not make a baby
until you are much more grown up.  You're really very safe.'

   'I'm glad!  Because it feels nice!  She was licking the side of her hand
which she had used to lift some cum from her nose and forehead.  George
knew now that next Friday he would have her mouth....  and his lips on her
pussy, but he considered all the progress tonight enough for the first sex.

   Better clean you up, my angel, before Harry comes back with the supper!'

   ........................................................................

   'What did Grandad mean when he said he hoped you got on as well as he
did, Uncle Harry.'

   'Oh, it's just a joke between us, Will.'

   William was every bit as his grandfather had described him; better in
fact.  Only a boy-lover who had studied so many beautiful young bodies on
video or as imternet pics could really appreciate what an exceptionally
pretty lad this was as he sat sprawled on the settee, barefoot,
bare-chested, and wearing tight shorts, probably his football gear.  The
shiny fabric sugested a nice-sized bulge for a lad who was barely eleven.

   'Come on, Uncle.  I like jokes.'

   'It's a bit naughty....'

   'I don't mind....'

   'I'm not sure I should....'

   'I like naughty jokes....'

   'Has your grandad shown you about jerking off yet?'

   'What's jerking off?'

   'You wouldn't understand what he meant then, even if I told you....'

   'Oh!  Come on, Uncle.  Please....'

   'All right.  I'll show you.'

   That had been so much easier than George had feared.  He had worried for
three days since his lovely evening with Lucy about how he could start with
William in his half of the deal between the two men.  Yes, Harry had left
him to "baby-sit" and would not be back till ten, and the boy's parents
would be out till after eleven.  But how to start?  And here it was on a
plate.

   'First, does your cock ever go hard like this?'

   He placed the boy's hand on his own cock that had been erect off-and-on
all afternoon and was now straining at the thin cotton trousers he had put
on for the evening.  (No pants!)

   'Hey, you've got a big one.'

   'Does yours?  Oh, I can feel it does.  That's a good start.'

   Now the two of them were sitting side-by-side, thighs touching, each
with a hand on the other's cock.  As the American who had first seduced
George fifty years before had said.  "They were at first base"!  The boy
had tried to close his fist round his uncle's cock, and although it was too
broad for that had not let go.

   George said, 'first we need to let it free.' And he pulled the boy's
shorts down, the elastic waistband and the boy's sprawl making it easy to
free his cock and balls.

   'This is what we call "jerking off"....

   One arm around the boy's shoulder, holding him close, the other handling
the boy's cock, he started that age-old human acivity....  masturbation,
his forefinger at the front of the pretty little cocklet and his thumb at
the back, gently rubbing up and down.

   It had been good feeling the boy's warm, naked shoulder, but cupping his
balls with free hand was even better, hairless little eggs in their white,
crinkled, tight sack.

   The boy had closed his eyes and his legs relaxed, as he sprawled on the
sofa.  Faster and faster, but still gently, and his other hand pulling at
the scrotum, Harry jerked him until the boy's legs stifffened, he gave a
little squeaking cry, and a drop of clear cum appeared in the eye of his
knob.  He had cum.

   'Jeez!  What was that?  I thought I was going to piss.'

   'You came, William.  Was it nice?'

   'Oh yes!  can we do it again.'

   'Me next!  It's only fair.  Feel how hard I am too....'

   The appeal to the lad's sense of fairplay, plus the allure of the boner
he could feel through Harry's clothes, was enough.

   'OK.'

   'I'll want to be naked too.'

   The boy watched as his "uncle" stripped.  The old man still had a good,
muscular body, and although his chest hair and the hair around his balls
had more grey than black, he still looked good.....sun-tanned from the
"sun-shower" in the sauna.  William had seen his daddy's cock....but never
erect!  And there's a world of difference between a timid limp penis, and a
rampantly masculine hard-on.  It seemed to be pointing at him as the man
stood in front, and the boy reached out to grasp it.  It felt hot, silky
soft on the outside but with a steel pipe under the skin!  Remembering what
his "uncle" had done for him a few moments before, the boy cupped Harry's
balls in his hand and weighed them.

   The boy had seen a circumcised cock before....  two of the boys in his
class were "cut", to the amusement of the twenty or so who, like William,
still had their foreskins.  This one was not amusing!  In fact the thick,
veiny shaft and its red, mushroom head looked very elegant, very masculine,
and above all very sexy.  Unbidden he started to run his hand up and down
it.

   'You can hold it tighter while you jerk me, if you want....'

   Now it was really good for Harry, who ran his fingers through the boy's
blonde hair as he felt the orgasm building in his arse, his balls, his
cock. And then, he came, a really strong spurt most of which hit the boy's
chest, white and scarcely tanned this winter.  One blob hit the boy's nose
and dripped down onto his lips and chin.  A second, weaker spurt, and then
oozing over the boy's fist.

   'Cor!  Is that "seed".

   Mr Blenkinsop, the Biology teacher, had just been telling the class
about sperm and eggs.  But he had not told them it would squirt like this,
and nor had he told them about masturbation and the delights of orgasm. 
Well, the boy knew now!

   And as he licked his lips and the side of his hand he decided it tasted
nice too....  not exactly tasted, perhaps, as it had little taste.  But it
felt nice and somehow silky.....

   Harry was gratified.  No panic reaction, and the boy eating a bit of cum
promised well for their next week visit.....

   ...................................

   But for us and our story it was George's second visit to Lucy that came
first, the next Friday.  Again Harry left them alone, and this time George
was naked by the time Lucy came down.

   'Ive been wanking, Uncle George'.

   'Was it nice?'

   'I did it twice just now.  It's wonderful.  I'll always do it from now
on, Uncle George.'

   'Would you like me to show you an even nicer way, Lucy?'

   'Oooh!  Please!  Though I don't believe it could be better.'

   'I'll show you!  We'll need to lay on the rug.'

   As she lay there George looked down at her: possibly the mound of her
pubes was a little rounder, a bit more feminine than last week.  Were her
nipples a little bit more puffy, and was there just a hint of more than
puppy-fat where her breasts would grow?  Still hairless, tight-closed
cunt-lips, though, pink and so kissable....

   She looked up at him: his cock was even more exciting seen from
underneath, rearing up like that with a drop of cum, and his big, hairy
balls so sexy!

   The white fur was sensual against their bodies as George arranged them
so she was legs open, and he with his face close to her belly: he could
scent her little-girl juices and wanted more!

   Cunt-lips smooth and pinker than the white of her rounded belly,
tight-closed and virginal, waiting for the awakening his tongue would
bring, he savoured the moment before he lowered his head.

   There was a little "Ooooh!" as his open mouth met her open pussy, but no
protest.  He licked, his tongue opened her outer lips and found her
clitoris nice and hard after two orgasms.  He raised his head so he could
look at those pretty, pink cunt-lips and the always shocking-red of the
inner pussy, but her hands insisted, pushing his head back down, his lips
on her cunt again.

   She could feel his tongue making figure-of-eights around her nub and
sometimes even getting a half inch or so into her pussy.  She had
discovered for herself two days before she could get a finger up there and
that it added to the pleasure....

   She closed her eyes, her hands loose around his head, feeling his hair
slip through her fingers as he moved it in rhythm with his tongue.  A
little "oooh" as he nibbled at her nub with his lips....  not his teeth,
she was sure of that.

   It was close now.

   She felt his finger enter her pussy, moving in and out now as he sucked,
licked, nibbled and she came.

   George was in ecstasy and very close to cumming himself, his cock
un-touched.  He knew Lucy was close too, and greatly daring he pushed a
finger into her vagina as far as the knuckle.  The walls were smooth and
felt tight and muscular as she gripped on his finger with all the youthful
energy of a young virgin.  He started to finger fuck her and was rewarded
by her orgasm, amazingly powerful for such a young and surely inexperienced
lass.  He left his finger up her enjoying the grip-relax as her orgasm
still twitched.

   'I was thinking last night, Uncle George, that it would be nice to lick
and kiss your cock.....'

   'And suck it too, Lucy.  Oh yes!  I'd love that.'

   She lay with her head on his belly, but he pulled her round so her body
was against his, her bottom in reach of his hands.

   Her head bobbed up and down, blonde hair spilling over his legs, one
hand holding his cock, the other pulling gently at his balls-sack.  Her
mouth was warm, wet, welcoming.

   He was stroking and kneading her silky, rounded bottom, stroking her
thighs and wondering how long he could hold out before cumming: better to
travel than to arrive: the was so good it should last for hours!

   She opened her legs a bit and he could see her pussy, more swollen than
earlier and lips not so tight closed.  It was too much and he arrived,
cumming with a thrust and a spurt of cum into her mouth.  She must have
been ready for it as she did not gag, swallowed, and was moving her mouth
back and forth even faster as the second and third spurt filled it.

   Then she was still, though the knob still twitched between her lips.



   ...................................................

   George had been first but Harry was not far behind with his little
squeeze.

   Wednesday night: he would not be seeing George until Sunday lunchtime,
and he wanted to be able to boast then about his conquest of his friend's
grandson: not full possession of his body.  Not yet, though that was the
final objective.  But at least a nice blow-job by the boy!  And he promised
himself this evening he would also at least rim the boy and perhaps
finger-fuck him.  He slipped his bottle of "baby oil" into his jacket
pocket.
People looked at him as he strode down the High Street whistling a merry

tune.

   "What a nice old man" they thought, "so fit and happy".

   He had taken viagra before leaving home and his cock was half-hard in
anticipation.  He walked even faster.

   Harry had already gone out by the time he arrived, and the front door
was not locked, slightly ajar.  He pushed it open.

   William was waiting for him.  Naked!

   Harry closed the door behind him and as he did so his cock jerked
upright to full erection at the sight of the boy.

   William had that happy smile on his lips, his full lips, red against the
English-rose prefection of his complexion.  Blue eyes shone with
excitement, a lock of blonde hair flopped over his brow.  Wet dream of a
body and face, and all the sexier for being forbidden fruit, so long
desired, so many lovely boys at the beach and pool, in the school
play-ground and on the sportsfield, in the park.  So often seen these teen
and pre-teen beauties, desired, and yet well-described as jail-bait. 
"Sadly for looking at only", he thought, but at least this lovely boy was
safe....  and willing!

   Harry's eyes, of course, went down the boy's body, so white and pure,
little pink nipples, flat belly, cocklet standing proud and straight, pink
knob just peeping out from foreskin, tiny balls in their white, hairless
sack, long, slender legs......

   As Harry hung his coat up the boy hugged him.  He giggled....

   'I can feel you've got a boner, like me.  I've been jerking off a lot
since you showed me.  It's so good.'

   He lifted the boy up and kissed him on the lips before whispering, 'I
want to show you something even better, but we need to lay down for that.
Your bed would be best...'

   'OK.  I made it this morning.'

   It was a real little boy's room.  His computer, football heroes' posters
on the wall, Harry Potter, statues and models of super-heroes from the
cartoon films....  And his bed, which he lay on as Harry quickly undressed.
Harry thought it would be tight on that small divan, but all the better for
that, his hairy body pressed close against his angel's smoothness.He put
the bottle of oil on the bedside table.

   William looked at his new lover: that cock looked even grander, even
more excitingly sexy seen from underneath: his hand went un-thinking to his
own cocklet and gave it a couple of rubs.

   Harry smiled: the boy was randy and up for it.  Good as he had a lot to
teach him, urgently.  He lay on the bed against the boy, bodies pressed
together, arms around him, and their mouths met.  Passionate!

   'I always thought kissing was yucky, but it's lovely.  Kiss me again!'

   The lad writhed and wriggled against him, managing to get his leg
between Harry's, his hand between them on the man's cock.  He wanted to
masturbate him like last week, to see that fountain of "seed" again.

   Harry had other ideas for the moment, and his lips found the boy's
nipple, feeling it stiffen as he licked and nibbled it: now the other one,
and tongue licking down the chest to the dimple of his navel.  Pointed
tongue into that, probing and rimmimg it.

   William giggled.  "Tickles".

   Harry laughed, but his tongue was licking down now, over the smooth,
slightly little-boy rounded belly to that erect cock.

   William gasped as he felt the warmth and wetness of his seducer's mouth
around his erect cock, sucking, tongue fluttering up and down it as it went
in deeper and deeper till Harry's face touched the boy's belly.  The cock
was fully in.

   For the boy this was beyond belief.  "Cocksucker" was an ultimate insult
in the school playground, but he had not imagined anyone would, could.  But
here was a big, strong grown-up doing it, and it felt so good.  The man was
bobbing up and down on it now so it slid between his lips.

   This was better than being wanked, the boy thought, and he held the
man's head between his palms, his hips moving in the motion of fucking,
un-learned but instinctive.  If this went on he would....

   'I'm gonna cum!' The boy shouted his pleasure, and Harry redoubled his
efforts feeling the cock twitch like a live thing as the dry orgasm coursed
through the boy's body.

   They lay there still, cock twitching inside Harry's mouth, his hands now
caressing the boy's bum.

   'You suck me now, William...'

   He saw the momentary doubt in the boy's eyes.  All that white cum
squirting into his mouth: it was all right for Uncle Harry as there was no
cum yet, but this....?

   But Harry was ready for this, had thought it through and planned his
response.

   'Come on, william: it's only fair.  My turn now....'

   The appeal to the lad's semnse of justice and fair play swung it and
hesitant at first the boy leaned over the man and tentatively licked his
knob.  There was a drop of pre-cum in the eye and the boy tasted it with
the tip of his tongue.

   Harry groaned in pleasure, and the boy made his decision.  he opened his
mouth wide and let the cock-head penetrate.

   Another groan, and strong hands holding his head in place as Harry's
hips rose and the cock was forced dep into the boy's mouth, who gagged!

   'Hold it at the base so it doesn't go too deep each time....'

   A little fist round the base of the cock did the trick and William,
remembering what Harry had done for him, started to bob up and down on it,
tongue busy along the shaft as he sucked.

   This was good now; it felt good between his lips and it was nice to hear
Uncle Harry telling him how handsome he was and how good at sucking.

   The boy's free hand now went to Harry's balls, first cupping them,
weighing, gently squeezing, then pulling at the skin.

   There was no warning beyond a tensing of the man's legs and a tightened
grip on the boy's head, as his mouth was filled with the first huge squirt
of cum, warm, silky, exciting.  william swallowed desperately and just
managed to before the second, and then the third which was too much for his
mouth to hold and some escaped down his chin.

   The boy was now sure he liked cock-sucking, and again they lay silent.
cock twitching and still oozing in his mouth.

   The boy was stiff again, and Harry, viagra-fuelled was still hard as
they enjoyed a cummy-kiss for several minutes.

   Time for some anal play: teach the boy to enjoy that and his seduction
would be almost complete.

   'I'll show you someting even better now.'

   'Even better?  Mouths are so good...'

   'Much better!  Lay on your belly...'

   Harry had not had much chance to study the charms of the boy's bottom,
smooth, white, soft and rounded still with the contours of childhood rather
than the hard angularity of the older teen.  It jutted out provocatively,
suggestively as he lay there: the altar on which Harry would soon sacrifice
in the oldest male ritual of all.  Harry stroked it, felt it's softness,
but the firmness too of young muscles.  He parted the cheeks, a palm on
each buttock, and there was the boy's secret rose, pink like his nipples,
puckered like some little meadow flower.  It was so pretty.  He knelt
between the boy's legs, leaned down and planted a wet kiss on the spot.

   William cried out in surprise.  Surely not!  This was gross!  A dirty
place!  How could he?

   But now Harry's tongue was rimming his anus, round and round with the
tip, penetrating a second, retreating, round again.

   This was so good the boy's protests were stilled before they were
uttered.

   'That tickles!  But don't stop!  It's lovely....  '

   He could feel the stubble of Harry's chin on the tender flesh of his
bottom as that tongue was now penetrating.

   But Harry stopped!

   'Now I'm going to show you what lots of men and boys don't know.'

   The bottle of oil, unstopped, drops into the boy's crease, fingers
spreading it in the crease, pressing it on the arse-hole, still relaxed
from the rimming.  Now a finger slides in as far as the first knuckle.

   A gasp from the boy, but no protest.  Uncle Harry had said it would be
good, and every time he had said that it had been true.  More oil, two
fingers and feeling around for the boy's prostate.  Not developed much yet,
of course, but here is where it would be, and the complex of nerves would
be there in any case, so just a matter of pressing, finger fucking and
pressing that spot.

   'Oooh!  What's that?'

   No answer but instead Harry's tongue in the boy's ear, licking as he had
the anus, and the fingering continued.

   'It's funny!  feels funny!  But.....  Jeez!  I'm gonna cum.'

   And the boy had his first anal orgasm, lucky little fellow!

   They lay there kissing, Harry still with fingers into the boy: in fact
he had slipped a third finger in as well w The boy was willing, relaxed,
trusting as everything Harry had told him about sexual plesure had proved
true.  With no complaints.  That must be broader, three fingers, than his
cock!  He would never have a better chnce!  His heart beating strongly as
he knew this was the most dangerous few minutes.  Make or break time.  But
his cock was ram-rod hard and so was the boy's.  William was cuddling him
and kissing passionately, his body pressed as hard as possible against the
man's.

   Harry licked into the boy's ear and then whispered so softly, gently,
persuasively.

   'There's someting else that boys do, with other boys and with men.  But
it's a great secret.'

   Little boys love secrets!

   'Oh,tell me, Uncle Harry.'

   'You can feel where my fingers are.  I've got three fingers in you.  Is
that nice?'

   'It's ok.  feels full up, and not as nice as when you were rubbing
somewhere inside and that went straight to my cock.'

   'There's another way I can rub there, but it can be uncomfortable for a
bit first time.  I know when my daddy did it to me it was!  But then it was
lovely and I wanted it like that every time we were alone....'

   'Tell me....'

   'Better....  I'll show you.  turn over on your belly again and put that
pillow under your tum.  Yes, like that.'

   The boy's bottom jutted up nicely.  Lots more oil in the crease and up
his anus.  Quick fingering of the p-spot.

   'Oh yes!  Just there.  It's started again.'

   Fingers out, oil on cock, spread buttocks, placing knob on anus, light
push and knob inside.  Boy virgin no longer!

   'Oooh!  That's too big!'

   The boy's anus spasmed, gripping Harry's cock almost painfully.  Can't
stop now!  He pushed gently and the shaft gradually slid in till his hairy
body rested against the boy's smoothness.  Immediately he pulled out, just
as far as the flare of his knob.

   William was panting and reminded Harry of a dog in pain!  But no going
back now.  He pushed in again, slowly out and in.

   He reached under the boy: soft cock!  Oh dear!  well he was committed
now and fucked steadily on, hands gently stroking the boy's buttocks and
whispering endearments, encouragement, flattery how brave he was, how
beautiful.

   And gradually the boy was responding, until at last he stuck his bum out
higher with each thrust to maximise it.  Harry reached beneath the boy ;
hard cock!  Thank God!

   Now he could go faster, a bit harder, and build both of them to orgasm.

   'OK?'

   'Oh yes!  It's nice now.  Like that!  Don't stop.'

   As fast and as hard as he liked now, and he felt the boy cum, felt his
buttocks clench and his body tense and then relax.

   Harry's first orgasm inside a boy's pussy, first in a long life, was one
of the most intense, one of the most gloriously, balls-draining complete,
great spurts of cum deep inside that once so-tight hole, that it left him
exhausted.

   William too, and they rolled over sideways, William's anus still filled
with cock (and cum).

   It was a full five minutes before William's anus expelled the cock and
they agreed together it had been great, though William maintained it was
better to be sucked and fingered, but he knew how good it must have been
for his "uncle" as he could feel uncle's cum.  No problem.  And yes he
wanted to do it again that way, the grown-up way....

   .......................... ............................

   So Monday the two old guys were sitting in their corner of the pub the
bar empty except for them this early.

   'Well Harry, how is it going with my grandson, George?  Tell me that
he's very beautiful and sucks like he was taught in heaven?'

   'Grand!' He took a pull at his pint of stout.  'He's grand, your
grandson.'

   'You know what I mean, Harry.  Has he given you what you want?'

   'And more!'

   'Oh.  come on.  Don't be coy....  You know what I mean.'

   'He's very beautiful, is William.'

   'So you've often told me, and even I can see that: I've seen him nude
too, you know.'

   'I was going to say when you interrupted me he's very beautiful, is
William and sucks like he was taught in paradise.'

   'Swallows?'

   'Loves it, and loves me to suck him too: dry cums as yet.  But he wanks
all the time now and he'll grow up fast doing that!'

   'So you have oral sex with him.'

   'Yeah!  And I fuck him too....  he loves that.  After me all the time to
suck him and fuck him.  What about my grandaughter?'

   'Oh, I've taught her to wank too, and we suck each other off.'

   'Swallows?'

   'She loves it!'

   'Not fucked her then?'

   'I didn't like too.  I have my finger up her and she's so tight.  I
thought I might hurt her.'

   'Fuckin ell, George it's what pussy's for, it's made for it!  And you're
not that big.  take it from me, and I've seen more cocks than you, old
friend.  Tight is nice.  Your William is tight, and all the better fuck for
that!'

   Both men lifted their glasses and had a pull while they thought on that!

   'Still, it would spoil everything if I hurt her, Harry.'

   'What she needs is a small cock to get her used to it, break her in as
it were.'

   Another pull at theire pints.

   'William?'

   'Now that's a thought.  He's a randy little bugger and his cock aint
that small either.  It would be great to watch the two of them at it.'

   'Not half.  Time for a refill.  Same again?'

   'Bitter for me, George.  This stout aint good.'

   Two pints of bitter in his hands, George was talking before he sat
down.'

   'You coming round on as usual Friday?'

   'Wouldn't miss it now, Harry!  You coming round Wednesday?'

   'No.  I'm babysitting Lucy Wednesday as well this week: they're going to
a show in town and have booked a hotel room for after dinner.  What we were
talking about earlier....  if you could bring William over we could do what
we were talking about....  I mean get him to fuck her.....'

   'Good thinking, Batman.  I'll do just that.  As soon as they're off I'll
bring the boy round.  You and Lucy naked when we arrive?'

   'Of course!'

   ....................................................

   The door was slightly ajar as arranged and George pushed it opne.  In
the hall, as they hung their coats up he spoke to his grandson.

   'We're to undress out here: they'll be waiting for us naked.'

   'They?'

   'Nice surprise for you Wills!'

   As usual when he saw a naked cock William's cocklet stiffened.  George
was half-hard in anticipation of another session with the little girl who
had become so important in his life, fulfilling the fantasies of years.

   Harry stood up but Lucy stayed sprawled on the sofa.

   'Lucy!'

   'Wills!'

   'You know each other then?'

   The two answered together....  'He's in my class....She's in my class.'

   'No need to introduce you then!  Come and sit down.  You brought that
disk, George?'

   'I certainly did.  Play the second scene first....'

   He put his not-to-be-without baby-oil bottle on the carpet nearly under
the sofa.

   With four on the same sofa it was crowded, pleasantly so, thighs and
bodies all touching.  The men sat one at each end, the children between
them.  As the dvd started Harry had his arm round the boy his hand on his
cocklet, George his hand reasting on the girl's belly, arm round her
shoulder.  Both men's cock's had a small, soft hand gently caressing.

   The scene started "in media res" to be technical (and pompous
lol)....obviously the boy and girl on the bed had started earlier as the
lad was on top of her and about to penetrate her pussy.  Both looked a bit
older than the two watching the film....she had the small, firm tits of
perhaps a thirteen year old, not fully grown but certainly no longer
puppy-fat!  Both had tiny triangles of very fine hair, his black, hers
golden.  Cleverly the camera man showed close-up of the moment and you
could see her cunt-lips, naked of all hair, being prised open by his cock,
a quite sturdy-looking five inches at a guess.

   The children watched the video entranced.  This was real "sex
education", not the theoretical, thin-on-detail stuff handed out to their
class at school (and questions after mostly ducked!) But their grandparents
could not but notice the children's eyes often flickering sideways to focus
on the naked bodies of their little classmate.  As they did this the grasp
on the men's cocks by their little hands tightened slightly!

   Lucy thought Wills looked nice, and especially his sexy, stiff cock: she
had always liked him at school though the boys and girls mostly played
separately and she did not know him very well.  she wondered what it would
be like if he lay with her like the boy and girl in the film, and decided
that if he wanted to, well, she would like it too!

   Sentiments echoed by william.  Lucy was by far the prettiest girl in the
class with her lovely blonde hair.  He had always been shy of her, and all
girls, and like the other boys his only contact had been to tease them....
not Lucy though.  He decided he would like to kiss her...  and even put his
cock in her like the boy in the film.  The boy was now bouncing up and down
on her pushing it in and out: the teacher had not said anything about that.
And she had not said anything about the girl cumming either, but it was
clear the girl in the film was about to cum!

   George it was who broke the spell.

   'Why don't you both lay down on the rug like the ones in the film?'

   'Lucy was first, laying on her side, and William was not far behind. 
their kiss was tentative at first, but then passionate, arms hugging, legs
entwined.

   Harry met George's eye and smiled: this was going well!

   The two men watched as tiny hands explored bodies, learning the contours
of what had until a few minutes earlier just been classmates but soon to be
lovers.

   Looking sideways Harry saw that, like his own, George's cock was
twiching, erect, and dribbling precum down the shaft.  Lifelong bisexual,
moved closer till their thighs were touching and grasped George's prick.

   George reciprocated in the first bisexual gesture of his long life,
grasping his friend's cock as well.  It felt familiar, somehow, and yet
"other", so different.  He decided it was sexy to wank another man, and
found that discovery surprising.

   William was on top of the girl now, her arms around him, her legs
ankles-linked across his back: his cock would have been pressing against
her pussy.  Still they kissed and wriggled, the boy stroking her body with
his free hand, the other committed by his elbow on the fur rug.  She
whispered something in the boy's ear.

   The watchers could not hear what she said but soon guessed as they saw
her reach between the two before her arm returned to William's back.  They
could not see the penetration but knew it had happened by Lucy's sigh of
contentment and the increasingly rapid movement of the boy's bum up and
down as he had his first shag.

   Lucy must have been gagging for it as her nails clawed at William's back
and she encouraged him using words her grandfather was surprised she knew,
let alone uttered!  George knew that look on the girl's face: she was
cumming.  William was not far behind her and the two finally rested silent,
William's cock still inside her.

   The men's grip on each other's cocks tightened in the excitement of the
moment.  The children lay silent and still until Lucy stirred and whispered
in William's ear.  This time the men could hear.

   'That was lovely, Wills.  I never knew it could be so good....  better
than being sucked, even.'

   'Sucked?'

   She giggled.  I'll show you later!'

   She kissed him on the nose and stood up.  Her cunt-lips looked plumper
and were not as tight closed as before.

   Harry looked at William laying naked on the rug in front of him, for
once his cocklet limp and looking tiny.  He felt tenderness, but also lust.

   'Let's show them what we can do, William.'

   'Oh, yes please, Uncle Harry.'

   Immediately the boy was on all fours and parting the cheeks of his
buttocks with both palms.  Lucy sat beside her Uncle George.

   The oil was to hand by the sofa, and a few drops rubbed into the boy's
crease' the residue stroked on his own cock, and the man was ready.

   Neither Lucy nor George had ever seen male fucking, let alone a big man
up a little boy's bottom, and both were amazed at how easily that adult
cock entered that apparently tight little arse-hole.  they were surprised
too at the tenderness with which the man caressed the boy's buttocks and
back, the loving kiss on the boys neck, the boy's dreamy smile as he looked
over his shoulder and his eyes met those of his lover.

   Lucy rested her head on her "Uncle's" chest, her blonde hair flowing
down to his belly almost to his cock, which she still held in her soft,
white hand.  George placed an arm around her, feeling for her nipple: her
nipples were beginning to grow and become puffy he had noticed: all the
sexier for that, and a promise of budding breasts before long.  He wondered
if he would find breasts as sexy as this smooth, flat, almost boyish chest
and decided that if they were small and firm, pert was a good word, if they
were like that he would love them.  He felt for her pussy, and she opened
her legs to let him finger her.

   A bit of play with her clit, feeling it quite stiff as he gently pinched
it between finger and thumb, and then a finger up into her vagina.  It
always amazed him how tight and smooth the walls were, and especially when
it gripped on his finger as she did now, echoing the tightened grip of her
hand on his cock.

   In front of them man and boy had got a good, fast rhythm now, Harry's
thighs smacking on the boy's smooth bottom, pushed out to meet each thrust.
Lucy whispered in George's ear , 'Wills loves it.  Look his cock has gone
hard again.'

   That was the proof for George: his grandson was a completely willing....
what was the word ...  yes a willing catamite!  And he did look sexy,
especially that smooth, white, rounded bottom and slender, silky, flawless
back.  Can't blame Harry for wanting to fuck him.....  a saint would!

   Lucy had found the finger up her pussy, George's lovely passionate cock,
Wills' hard little cock, and above all the sight of the man and boy having
so much enjoyment, all that had made her feel really horny.  She lay back
on the sofa and pulled George on top of her, hugging him and pressing her
mouth to his.

   The kiss was passionate, but not long as she wriggled down and started
to suck a hairy nipple.  George moaned in pleasure, ignored by the fuckers
on the rug, who were getting close to cumming.  He felt her hand between
their bodies grasping his cock again and moving it.  she wriggled down
another inch and he felt his knob pressed against her.  It must have been
right against her pussy he thought.

   'I love the feel of it pressing there.'

   It was against her pussy, he thought, but were her lips parted?

   Her voice was muffled under his chest, but he could just make out the
whisper.

   'Push, Uncle George, Push.  Ooooh!  Yes!  You're so big.  But push some
more!  Yes!'

   The oil and the juices from william's fuck had helped, and now George
felt the warmth, the tightness, the excitement of a teenage virgin's pussy
for the first time.  " Can you be a teenager at eleven?" he thought to
himself as he withdrew as far as his knob and thrust gently again.  He felt
her lips on his nipple, and her legs now clasped around his back.  Her
nails dug into his shoulder and back.

   'I won't break, Uncle.  Fuck me harder!'

   So as Harry finished in William's bottom, pumping cum, he looked up too
see his grandaughter being fucked, fucked hard and fast, by his friend. 
This was a real successful evening......  and more to come.  The clock
showed they still had over two hours.

   He watched Lucy cum, and almost immediately George, who must have shown
iron self-control to wait until the girl's pleasure was complete.

   Then he stood up and pulled william to his feet.

   'We better go clean up!'

   .........................................

   In the bathroom he washed William's arse, making a mental note to get
the boy an anal douche and show him how to use it.

   William left him washing his cock in the sink, and went back to the room
sitting on the sofa beside George and Lucy.

   'I need a piss.'

   Lucy got up and went to the bathroom leaving grandfather and grandson
alone side-by-side, thighs touching.

   George had never so much as touched his grandson when the boy was naked.
It would have seemed suspiciously suggestive, dangerous even.  But now he
had seen the boy suck Harry's cock, seen him kneel to take Harry's cock in
his arse, seen the very real pleasure the boy had experienced, now he
himself was naked too it seemed ok for them to sit so close that his hairy
thighs pressed against the boy's smoothness.  In fact, why not?  After all
they were family....

   He slipped an arm around the boy's shoulder, and William leaned his head
against the man's chest.  It was nice, that hairy, masculine chest, and he
was glad his grandad was naked too: he had felt just a bit jealous when
grandad was with Lucy, but he had his turn with her too, and it was nice
sitting here cuddling.  Grandad had his hand on William's bare thigh now,
and was holding him rather tightly round the shoulder.  It was nice...  and
just a bit sexual.  william's cock was standing.  He looked sideways: his
grandad's was hard too!  He snuggled up even closer and rested his hand on
the man's hairy thigh.

   'This is nice....'

   'It certainly is, Wills....'

   George surprised himself: he was actually finding the boy sexy.  He
re-cycled in his mind what he had seen, the lovely, rounded smoothness of
the boy's bum and the ease with which Harry's knob had slid into it, the
flawless back,,,, the hard little cock.  That cock was still hard, even
after all the sex with Harry and Lucy!  He felt a sudden urge, and gave in
to it, moving his hand slowly, sensually up the boy's thigh and then
holding his cock between finger and thumb.

   William sighed!

   And felt free to grasp his grandad's cock.

   The boy turned his head towards the man and his lips invited the kiss
that they immediately got.

   Did William do it on purpose?  Only he will ever know that, but as their
open moths met, tongues fighting for possession, he rolled over on top of
his grandad and hands that had been on his cock and thighs were now on the
boy's buttocks, one palm on each, caressing, fondling.  The side of one
hand slipped into the bum-crease, finding it slippery with oil and the cum
from his earlier shagging.  The feeling of open-ness reminded George of
what he had watched a few minutes earlier.

   George remembered how sexy, almost feminine?, his grandson's bottom had
looked when he knelt to receive Harry's cock, so white and smooth, gently
rounded, jutting out provocatively, inviting penetration.  And now it was
moving under his palms, wriggling as he hugged and kissed.

   George had often wondered what it would be like to fuck an arse, but his
wife had always refused and before he married he had never found a girl who
would accept it.  He had never been attracted to males....  well not quite
never, perhaps, but any such feelings had been rigourously suppressed. 
until now that is!  Now his cock was demanding sex!  And his head was
arguing that the boy wanted it, obviously loved being fucked, so why not?
Could it be incest between two males?  George was not sure, but decided he
really did not give a toss....

   'I want your sweet bum, Wills!  Just like Harry had it....'

   'Oh, Grandad!  That would be lovely!'

   Scared that the moment might pass, the boy was on his knees on the fur
rug immediately and wriggling his bottom, looking over his shoulder with
that come-hither smile George had seen a few minutes before.  His little
hands spread the cheeks and grandfather looked down at grandson's anus,
glistening but seemingly tight-closed.  Never mind!  He knew the boy could
take an adult cok.  He had seen it, and his own was no bigger than his
friend Harry's.  He knelt behind the boy, his hands replacing the boy's
holding the crease open.  It looked cute and he was tempted to kiss...  but
that moistness, that would be Harry's cum and he was not yet ready for
that! So he reached for the baby-oil left handily beside the rug and tipped
some onto the pink spot, rubbing it in and spreading it.  Now his own cock
and he was ready.

   'Push, grandad.  It's ok, I like it.'

   The boy understood his grandad was a novice at this, just as he himself
had been a few weeks earlier, and would be a bit nervous.

   'Harder, grandad.  It's all right.'

   Just a bit more of a push and George was surprised at how easily his big
knob entered that apparently tight little hole.  The whole shaft slid
easily in till his thighs rested against that so-desirable bottom.

   He heard a whispered "Oh Yes!" from the boy, and he started to fuck.

   Lucy's cunt had been nice and tight, but there was something even better
about his grandson's arsehole.  It gripped his cock more vgourously,
stronger-muscled, and then his bottom was smoother, silkier even than
Lucy's had been.  He understood now why men like arse-fucking.  And it was
about to get better!  William reached beneath and managed to find the man's
cock as it slid in and out.  He tickled that for a moment or two before
reaching further back and holding his grandad's ball sack.  As the man
groaned the boy interrupted:

   'You can fuck me faster, grandad, and harder.  I won't break!  And I
like it hard and rough.'

   Those fingers were stretching the skin of his scrotum and adding to the
delicious sensations coursing through his body, new sensations at his
advanced age.  Who would have thought you could feel something so new and
powerful at 55!

   'Right!' he thought to himself, 'You asked for it and now you'll get
it.' As he increased the speed and the weight of his thrusts he felt under
the boy and found his cock.  Hard!

   At that very moment his friend Harry was rinsing his cock in the sink
and thinking he would have to teach the boy to douche, he really would. 
Lucy burst in and sat on the toilet.  He heard her piss strongly and long,
and then watched as she wiped herself and came over to him, smiling and
eyes laughing.

   'I'll dry you, grandad.'

   No answer to that...  or at any rate not one he could find in his
surprise, so he just stood there and let her dab his cock with a fluffy
white towel.  She was so close to him, and almost handling his cock. 
Formerly limp it jumped to attention.  Lucy continued drying it as if
nothing had happened.

   Harry looked at his grandaughter: used to seing her naked over the years
he had never seen her as a sexual being.  This had changed a few minutes
eaarlier watching her fucked first by young William and then by his old
friend and drinking-buddy.  Her face, always cherubic and innocent, had
filled with lust, eager desire as her climax built.  He looked at her as
she stood in front of him and she was sexy....pretty little cunt-lips,
lovely hair, chest at least as sexy as William's, and a butt to die for.

   Why shouldn't he have her?  His buddy and his buddy's grandson had
shagged her, and she had clearly enjoyed it!

   He would have her too!  After all she was HIS grandaughter, not theirs!

   He pulled her close to him, his cock pressed against her.

   'I want you, my angel.  I want to fuck you, Lucy.'

   'Oh, grandad!  That will be lovely.  But not here....  in the warm.  On
the rug again....'

   She led him by the cock back to the room, where they scarcely glanced at
the other action, George up his grandson's bottom, so preoccupied were they
with each other.

   Harry had not fucked his wife in years, and his sexual attention had
been more and more focused on cock, less and less on pussy, young cock
preferably but any cock....  But Lucy was something special, at exactly the
age when a girl would most apppeal to a man who had orientated his desires
towards the male.  As she knelt on the fur rug she wriggled her arse, and
that gesture, head turned so she could watch him over her shoulder was so
like William's!  Even her smile, half-innocent child, half-female lustful
was so like the boy's inviting penetration.

   Her arse-hole would be a delight, but he knew he was expected to shag
her cunt, just as his buddy George had done earlier, George who was
enjoying a spirited fuck with his own grandchild!

   She even spread her buttocks for him, a hand on each smoothly-rounded
cheek, and his cock twitched at the sight of her hairless but swollen and
glistening cunt-lips.  He knelt behind her and placed his cock.  She
grasped it and wiped it twice up and down her crease before pushing it
herself into her cunt.

   Warm and wet!  Not as tight as William's anus, but snug and welcoming.

   He heard her sigh and then the whispered invitation, 'Fuck me, grandad.
Do me as hard as you can.  I've wanted this for weeks and it will be
lovely.'

   William and his grandad were still fucking as Lucy came.  Harry had no
idea his innocent grandaughter knew the swear words she used as she came,
goading him on to faster, deeper, harder thrusts.  He felt her orgasm in
the muscles of her vagina, and it was too much for him.  He came, pumping
his spunk into her, draining his balls in a body-shaking orgasm.

   'They came, grandad!'

   'I know, william.  and I'm going to as well!'

   'Fill me up grandad.....I want to feel it hot and slippery.....'

   .....................................

   All four needed the bathroom to clean up, and then the children went off
to the kitchen to make their lovers....  grandads and "Uncles".....  a cup
of tea before William and his grandad had to go home before the boy's
parents returned.

   'Friday evening.....'

   'Yes?'

   'I think I'll stay on with you both: I fancy some more of that!'

   'Great.  I feel the same.  Make up for lost time.  I think I'll join you
two Wednesday as well......  '



   FIN for now.