Almost had gay sex with my step-grandpa PART 2
So, it's Saturday now, the day after...
In my previous post, my grandpa told me he'd have me on Friday, after to my surprise, he enjoyed me sucking his cock and popping my cherry even for only a second.
Well, Friday finally came and everyone was out of the house except for grandpa and me. For the few days leading up to this, things kind of changed between he and I. I felt him looking at me more, even caught him a few times. He'd have a look of lust in his eyes, like I was a piece of meat. When he'd pass me in the hallways at home, he'd walk in my path, forcing me to rub past him as he breathed deep. He even smacked my ass once when nobody was looking. Throughout it all, we never talked about it.
I was sitting in my room, watching youtube videos when my grandpa aggressively enters my room. He has almost an angry look on his face and he's breathing heavily, like he was just running. I'm kind of intimidated by him, he's a tall gruff blue collar man. I didn't say anything, but he looked at me and said "since your grandmother isn't doing her job, I guess my fag grandson is gonna have to do it for her". Again, I have never had sex with a man, let alone kissed another guy. I of coarse jerked off to porn and knew what I like but this was a lot. Over the past few days, I jerked off to that moment when he bent me over and shoved his entire girth inside of me with a grunt. It definitely hurt but I wanted more.
In that moment, I was frozen in a range of emotions; fear, lust, apathy, and curiosity... I knew no matter what, by the end of the day, I was gonna be a different person with a new experience.
I was frozen in my chair when he said those words. He walked up to me and grabbed me by the shirt collar and pushed me face down on my bed. The entire time, he's breathing heavy and grunting, telling me how he "needed this" and how I was gonna keep quiet and take it. He held my head down on the bed with one hand while the other removed my shorts. Once he got my shorts off, he released my head with his one hand to unbuckle his belt from his dirty jeans (he's a contractor). As he's unbuckling his pants and zipping down his jeans, I look back and see his dirty Ariat boots, his paint stained jeans and white t-shirt. He notices that I'm looking back at him and his yells at me to look away, then smacks me hard on the ass. My ass burns with a sting from him slapping it. He tells me that 'fags like me' deserve to be used. Guys like me were fair game when he was in the Marines, in his younger days. Said he was happy to know his own grandson was a cum dump for him and if I'm lucky, his buddies, who'd tear boy's up, like me.
I'm facing forward now, just listening to my own grandfather talk trash to me and demean me as a "cum dump". I hear him spit and then slapped his had on my butthole. He didn't finger me or attempt to loosen me up, just put a little spit on top of my hole. I felt him put his hand on the back of my neck and then he told me that if I resist him, he's gonna make sure it hurts more. With that, he rammed his prick all the way in, shouting when he got it in. I yelled out when he did it. The spit wasn't enough. It felt like a dagger stabbing my insides. I had a full feeling and sharp burning pain when he went in. He shouted "fuck" and pulled almost all the way out of me before slamming back in. The only sound in the room was his grunts, my cries, and the sound of his pelvis ramming into my ass. Immediately as he was ramming me, the room got hot and I couldn't stop sweating. I couldn't get comfortable with his penetration. I lost track of time. My body went numb. I knew in this moment I was his to use and no fighting or protests were gonna stop him. I just went limp. I remember reading stories online and how eventually guys feel pleasure from the pounding but that never happened. Every now and then I'd get a nice tickle but when I'd let out a moan of pleasure, grandpa would smack me and change positions. Saying I was "thinking too much about myself".
Grandpa tossed me around my room, fucking me on my desk, against the wall, on the floor, on my bed... Whenever he wanted a new position he'd move me in it, him always on top. Eventually my grandpa had me laying on my back, on the floor with my underwear he grabbed from my dirty hamper, shoved into my mouth. He had my legs over his shoulders and his hands around my neck. His jeans down by his ankles, still wearing his boots. While he was definitely rough with me, hindsight he was gentle with not leaving visible marks on me, though internally I was ripped to shreds. While in this position on my back, this was the only time I was able to look at him. Seeing this beast of a man who for all intents and purposes was r*ping me, was an exhilarating experience. I've since found out that my grandpa is about 8.5" in length and pretty girthy. He's a beefy 6 feet 5 inch man, hairy in all the right places... hair that felt like a Brillo Pad. He shaved but he always had a five o'clock shaddow growing. I can see why my grandma doesn't put out for him as much, he's a lot to handle. My grandpa is jackhammering me into submission with the occasional hard jab to show me who's boss. Those hard jabs weren't really about his pleasure, but definitely a sign that he wanted to really tear me up and make me yelp. Me yelping or groaning always made his cock swell and I'd see that little devil in his eyes to destroy me more. After what felt like an eternity, his rhythm starts to get more erratic and his breathing becomes more labored. He roars and smacks me in the face hard, causing me to wince and yelp. In that moment, he slammed all the way in me and kept pushing to go deeper and deeper, while calling me a "fag". I feel a very strong burning sensation inside my butt and stomach. I can't help but let out a "ouch" as he's doing it. This causes him to smile and ram me harder telling me he's glad it hurts.
After what seemed like an eternity. He releases my throat from his grip and yanks his dick out of me with a popping sound. I yelp at the feeling of his knife dick being pulled out of me, finally giving me some relief. He's still rock hard and his cock is mixed with a slight red tent and cum. He grabbed his dick by the base looking down at it and me and saying I'll be getting more of that. He reached over and grabbed a t-shirt of mine and wiped his dick off with my shirt and threw it at me, once again calling me a fag, as he stood up pulling up and bucking his jeans and leaving the room but not before telling me to not tell anyone. Finally able to catch my wits about myself, I was able to mutter a "okay", still swimming in my head coming down from the euphoria of having my first time taken from me. I'm happy it finally happened.
I haven't seen my grandpa much in the last 24 hrs. When everyone got home later that day, I emerged from my room after taking a shower. My body was aching. I didn't have an appetite for dinner that night cause my stomach hurt and mostly spent the evening on the toilet pushing out what grandpa put in me, which oddly turned me on knowing that he enjoyed himself at my expense and I just saw the evidence of that. I jerked off six times last night just thinking about every aspect of what he did to me, wanting it again. Even thinking about his threat of getting his buddies to join in, which I'm curious now. Does grandpa really have buddies that like fucking other dudes? Has grandpa done this before? I know he said he did it in the Marines, but has he done it since? He's been out of the military since his mid-20's. So many questions flood my brain and now I'm like a moth to a flame, I want more and need more of my own step-grandfather.
I look forward to our alone time again, which will happen in another week or so when my parents and sister have to go across the state for a few days for my sister's college orientation. My grandmother is going too, but my grandfather can't due to work.
So we will see ;-)
In my previous post, my grandpa told me he'd have me on Friday, after to my surprise, he enjoyed me sucking his cock and popping my cherry even for only a second.
Well, Friday finally came and everyone was out of the house except for grandpa and me. For the few days leading up to this, things kind of changed between he and I. I felt him looking at me more, even caught him a few times. He'd have a look of lust in his eyes, like I was a piece of meat. When he'd pass me in the hallways at home, he'd walk in my path, forcing me to rub past him as he breathed deep. He even smacked my ass once when nobody was looking. Throughout it all, we never talked about it.
I was sitting in my room, watching youtube videos when my grandpa aggressively enters my room. He has almost an angry look on his face and he's breathing heavily, like he was just running. I'm kind of intimidated by him, he's a tall gruff blue collar man. I didn't say anything, but he looked at me and said "since your grandmother isn't doing her job, I guess my fag grandson is gonna have to do it for her". Again, I have never had sex with a man, let alone kissed another guy. I of coarse jerked off to porn and knew what I like but this was a lot. Over the past few days, I jerked off to that moment when he bent me over and shoved his entire girth inside of me with a grunt. It definitely hurt but I wanted more.
In that moment, I was frozen in a range of emotions; fear, lust, apathy, and curiosity... I knew no matter what, by the end of the day, I was gonna be a different person with a new experience.
I was frozen in my chair when he said those words. He walked up to me and grabbed me by the shirt collar and pushed me face down on my bed. The entire time, he's breathing heavy and grunting, telling me how he "needed this" and how I was gonna keep quiet and take it. He held my head down on the bed with one hand while the other removed my shorts. Once he got my shorts off, he released my head with his one hand to unbuckle his belt from his dirty jeans (he's a contractor). As he's unbuckling his pants and zipping down his jeans, I look back and see his dirty Ariat boots, his paint stained jeans and white t-shirt. He notices that I'm looking back at him and his yells at me to look away, then smacks me hard on the ass. My ass burns with a sting from him slapping it. He tells me that 'fags like me' deserve to be used. Guys like me were fair game when he was in the Marines, in his younger days. Said he was happy to know his own grandson was a cum dump for him and if I'm lucky, his buddies, who'd tear boy's up, like me.
I'm facing forward now, just listening to my own grandfather talk trash to me and demean me as a "cum dump". I hear him spit and then slapped his had on my butthole. He didn't finger me or attempt to loosen me up, just put a little spit on top of my hole. I felt him put his hand on the back of my neck and then he told me that if I resist him, he's gonna make sure it hurts more. With that, he rammed his prick all the way in, shouting when he got it in. I yelled out when he did it. The spit wasn't enough. It felt like a dagger stabbing my insides. I had a full feeling and sharp burning pain when he went in. He shouted "fuck" and pulled almost all the way out of me before slamming back in. The only sound in the room was his grunts, my cries, and the sound of his pelvis ramming into my ass. Immediately as he was ramming me, the room got hot and I couldn't stop sweating. I couldn't get comfortable with his penetration. I lost track of time. My body went numb. I knew in this moment I was his to use and no fighting or protests were gonna stop him. I just went limp. I remember reading stories online and how eventually guys feel pleasure from the pounding but that never happened. Every now and then I'd get a nice tickle but when I'd let out a moan of pleasure, grandpa would smack me and change positions. Saying I was "thinking too much about myself".
Grandpa tossed me around my room, fucking me on my desk, against the wall, on the floor, on my bed... Whenever he wanted a new position he'd move me in it, him always on top. Eventually my grandpa had me laying on my back, on the floor with my underwear he grabbed from my dirty hamper, shoved into my mouth. He had my legs over his shoulders and his hands around my neck. His jeans down by his ankles, still wearing his boots. While he was definitely rough with me, hindsight he was gentle with not leaving visible marks on me, though internally I was ripped to shreds. While in this position on my back, this was the only time I was able to look at him. Seeing this beast of a man who for all intents and purposes was r*ping me, was an exhilarating experience. I've since found out that my grandpa is about 8.5" in length and pretty girthy. He's a beefy 6 feet 5 inch man, hairy in all the right places... hair that felt like a Brillo Pad. He shaved but he always had a five o'clock shaddow growing. I can see why my grandma doesn't put out for him as much, he's a lot to handle. My grandpa is jackhammering me into submission with the occasional hard jab to show me who's boss. Those hard jabs weren't really about his pleasure, but definitely a sign that he wanted to really tear me up and make me yelp. Me yelping or groaning always made his cock swell and I'd see that little devil in his eyes to destroy me more. After what felt like an eternity, his rhythm starts to get more erratic and his breathing becomes more labored. He roars and smacks me in the face hard, causing me to wince and yelp. In that moment, he slammed all the way in me and kept pushing to go deeper and deeper, while calling me a "fag". I feel a very strong burning sensation inside my butt and stomach. I can't help but let out a "ouch" as he's doing it. This causes him to smile and ram me harder telling me he's glad it hurts.
After what seemed like an eternity. He releases my throat from his grip and yanks his dick out of me with a popping sound. I yelp at the feeling of his knife dick being pulled out of me, finally giving me some relief. He's still rock hard and his cock is mixed with a slight red tent and cum. He grabbed his dick by the base looking down at it and me and saying I'll be getting more of that. He reached over and grabbed a t-shirt of mine and wiped his dick off with my shirt and threw it at me, once again calling me a fag, as he stood up pulling up and bucking his jeans and leaving the room but not before telling me to not tell anyone. Finally able to catch my wits about myself, I was able to mutter a "okay", still swimming in my head coming down from the euphoria of having my first time taken from me. I'm happy it finally happened.
I haven't seen my grandpa much in the last 24 hrs. When everyone got home later that day, I emerged from my room after taking a shower. My body was aching. I didn't have an appetite for dinner that night cause my stomach hurt and mostly spent the evening on the toilet pushing out what grandpa put in me, which oddly turned me on knowing that he enjoyed himself at my expense and I just saw the evidence of that. I jerked off six times last night just thinking about every aspect of what he did to me, wanting it again. Even thinking about his threat of getting his buddies to join in, which I'm curious now. Does grandpa really have buddies that like fucking other dudes? Has grandpa done this before? I know he said he did it in the Marines, but has he done it since? He's been out of the military since his mid-20's. So many questions flood my brain and now I'm like a moth to a flame, I want more and need more of my own step-grandfather.
I look forward to our alone time again, which will happen in another week or so when my parents and sister have to go across the state for a few days for my sister's college orientation. My grandmother is going too, but my grandfather can't due to work.
So we will see ;-)
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