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It was June when Mikey was sent to spend the summer at his paternal grandparents' home in the country. Although he wanted to run around shirtless and barefoot like his grandfather, Gran made him stay dressed all the time, like a proper young man she said.
She even made him help her in the kitchen and often put one of her aprons on him to prevent his clothes from being soiled. In truth, he did soil himself when he saw his grandfather strutting around barefoot wearing only boxer shorts. Gramps' nearly naked body covered with reddish-brown hair flecked with gray caused his fourteen year old dick to leak. The scent of the older man's hairy underarms and the spicy smell of the cigar butt held in his lips also excited Mikey. He feared the moisture would seep through his briefs onto his pants.
Gramps eyed him suspiciously when he worked in the kitchen alongside Gran. As Gramps rolled the cigar from side to side in his mouth, he seemed to sneer at Mikey in the most disdainful way. There was often a noticeable tent in Mikey's pants. Mikey caught Gramps looking at it. Gramps just snorted.
It was only a few days after Mikey's arrival when the telephone call came that drew Gran away from home. A relative was ill and needed her assistance, someone Mikey did not know. Gran enlisted him to help with the preparations for her trip. It was during this time when Gramps began to wink and smirk at him furtively. The cigar in the older man's mouth appeared to move just a bit more quickly in anticipation. Mikey grew uneasy.
In the truck, on the way back from the bus station, Gramps said little, which heightened the tension. After they arrived home, Gramps disappeared into the basement until suppertime. Mikey was nervous, since he was left alone in the very quiet parlor. When it was time to eat, Gramps appeared in his boxer shorts and gruffly ordered Mikey to heat the food Gran had prepared earlier that day.
Mikey put on an apron and complied with the order. However, Gramps became enraged. He glared at Mikey and he snorted. He huffed and puffed as the cigar moved furiously in his mouth. Without warning, Gramps pounced on the boy like an animal and he ripped off the apron. Then Gramps pulled off Mikey's shoes, socks and pants in that order. The shirt was literally ripped off his back, sending the buttons flying and leaving Mikey stripped to his underwear.
As Gramps considered his next move, he stuck his hand under the elastic waistband of his boxers and gave himself a good long scratch. A quick lunge and a hasty rip of Mikey's tee shirt and briefs followed. This left Mikey essentially naked, wearing only the tattered tee shirt collar around his neck and a remnant of the elastic waistband of the briefs sagging low on his belly. Mikey was startled and he began to cry.
Gramps growled, "Cut the shit and act like a man!"
This only made Mikey cry harder.
"Well," Gramps said in a matter of fact tone, "If you're gonna' cry, let me give you something to cry about!"
That said, Gramps grabbed Mikey and tossed him roughly over his knees. He pinned both of his grandson's arms at the wrists behind the back with one thick, hairy hand and used his other one to wallop the boy's smooth, pale ass cheeks to a flaming red. Mikey was startled by the sharpness of the pain which caused him to cry out.
He found himself sliding over Gramps' lap with the force of each blow. He was then violently yanked back in position to prevent him from slipping off the older man's knees. Mikey's dick became hard from the constant motion. Soon his shouts became interspersed with grunts of pleasure. Gramps became aware of Mikey's erection.
"You like this, don'cha?" Gramps questioned.
Mikey managed an "Aha," in between his cries and groans.
The stimulation had caused Mikey's hard-on to leak. The spanking stopped and the boy's hands were released.
Then Gramps said, "Clean up your mess with your tongue."
Mikey knelt between his grandfather's spread legs and steadied himself by placing his hands on the man's hairy, muscular thighs.
"No hands! Tongue only! Or I'll spank your ass 'til it bleeds!" Gramps growled.
He forced Mikey to clasp his hands at the wrists behind his back. The boy was terrified but he complied. He bent at the waist and began to lick the precum from his grandfather's thighs. As he did so, he noticed his grandfather's cock trying to push through the gaping fly of the boxer shorts. He smelled a distinct, earthy aroma. He swooned and more liquid oozed out of his extremely rigid cock. Gramps' voice brought him around.
"Get my supper!"
Mikey dutifully served his grandfather in the nude. He was made to stand next to the man as he ate. Gramps squeezed Mikey's balls none too gently. Then he made his thick index finger spring off of his fat thumb as he flicked each of his grandson's testicles hard like they were marbles. He did this repeatedly.
When the pain fully blossomed, Mikey was again sporting an erection. This amused Gramps. He slapped the boy's hard dick roughly back and forth several times. It stood completely upright and with each slap, the precum splattered the older man's thick, hairy hand. Gramps then offered his hand to the boy and ordered him to lick it. And Mikey did.
Several after dinner beers put Gramps in the mood for more games. He told the teenager to go into the bathroom and to squat in the bathtub with his head down. Mikey was afraid but he did as he was told.
The first hot splash took him by surprise. The acrid smell told him it was piss. Not his young, mild smelling piss but strong smelling, old man piss.
The older man laughed as he pissed on his grandson. It made him feel like a man to do this in his inebriated state. He felt power over the boy and control. It also made him feel good since the powerlessness over some parts of his life often filled him with rage. Unconsciously, he vented this anger as he pissed on Mikey. But Gramps did not admit any of this to himself. He lived in denial.
By this time, Mikey's dick had became so hard he thought it would break. He kept his head down as he was bathed in his grandfather's hot stream. It splashed his body quite forcefully. When it had slowed to a trickle, Gramps put his hand under Mikey's chin and lifted his head.
"Didja' ever suck cock?" he asked.
Mikey moved his head slowly from side to side.
Gramps held his fat uncut dick in his hand as he moved closer.
"Just don't bite me boy or I'll bust ya' jaw!" he growled.