This story is fiction. It contains sex between men and also between men and women. Many times, this sexual activity is cross-generational. There are also themes of incest, dominance, bondage and sadomasochism. If you are underage and, depending upon where you live, are not of legal age to view this story, you must close your browser immediately. This story has been written for adults. However, if the aforementioned categories offend your sensibilities, you must likewise, close your browser. Enough information has been provided for you to make an appropriate decision based upon your age. It is your responsibility to act accordingly. This story is my own original composition, please do not copy it.
In all of his fourteen years, Mikey could never have imagined any of this happening. Here he was squatting naked in the bathtub in his grandparents' house. His body was soaking wet from his grandfather's golden shower. Even more unbelievable, Gramps had yanked his cock out of the fly of his boxers and had ordered him to suck it. The smell of his grandfather's crotch, piss and cigar was sending Mikey into an altered state of consciousness. His mind began to wander.
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Mikey had been getting erections and playing with them for longer than he could remember; way before he learned about masturbation and having orgasms. He could not recall exactly when the liquid stuff had begun to shoot out of him but that occurred later, around the same time his dick began to look less like the little boy cock he used to have. The head had begun to appear "more meaty" to him and his dick seemed to be larger, even when it was soft. The bright pink had transformed into a dusty rose and hairs sprouted at its base. His balls had increased in size and they began to swing when he moved around naked in the bathroom. He sometimes thought he was imagining all of this. Or maybe it was always this way and he did not notice any of it before. No explanations were forthcoming from his parents. The scanty information at school was hardly informative.
Only recently had his erections begun discharging a clear fluid. A ritual had developed. He took one finger, wet it with the transparent liquid from his piss slit and then rubbed it all over the glans until it was moist. Next he took the same finger and circled it around the highly ridged corona of his circumcised penis. Then he twisted the palm of his hand slowly over the wet glans, back and forth. This caused him to draw a sharp intake of breath at the very pleasurable feelings. Nothing had ever felt so good as when his hand became wet with his semen. And here he was, engrossed in touching that dirty thing he used to piss. It did not make sense to him. How could this be?
He had been manipulating himself for years before he had his first dry orgasm. He definitely remembered it clearly. The sensations had become increasingly addictive and he began playing for longer periods of time. He never wanted them to stop. Touching himself felt much better than when he rubbed his belly against the bed, his hard cock imprisoned between his body and the mattress. He licked the palm of his right hand and he twisted it over the circumcised glans while alternately splaying his fingers over the sensitive area where the frenulum had been. This began to feel better and better, until one day, an ache began deep within his groin.
At first he thought he had to pee but this pressure felt different. It was an expectant feeling, as if something was about to happen. He sped up his ministrations instinctively and soon his flat young belly was heaving. With one final contraction of his abdominal muscles, his entire body went taut. Mikey's legs straightened and the muscles stiffened. His toes curled and clenched. His back arched and his head tipped back as he squeezed his eyelids shut. His mouth gaped open and the pleasure he felt caused him to emit a high pitched whine. The intensity of the feeling startled him. He bent his left leg and with his left foot flat on the bed, he lifted himself up with all of his muscles flexing, until his buttocks were suspended in the air. It was as if he was trying to escape the overwhelming waves of pleasure. The cries continued to be wrenched involuntarily from his throat and they were soon replaced by ragged breathing and sighs of relief.
In a flash of insight, he realized this was what the older boys at school called "jerking off" and "cumming." It was a revelation to Mikey. He could not believe the serious pleasure he had experienced. In an instant, he also knew this was a life changing moment.
As time went on, he improved his technique and masturbated at every opportunity. He began to notice and savor the sight of other boys' dicks in the gym locker room. He even thought about touching these cocks and, in shame, he imagined kissing them and even putting those dirty things into his mouth. He told no one about these desires because they made him feel embarrassed, ashamed and isolated. But he also felt the incessant tug of these cravings and the need to fulfill and satisfy them.
Now here was Gramps alone with him in the bathroom, ordering him to suck his cock and about to make one of Mikey's fantasies become a reality.