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Thanks for the great description. I hope to get to Steamworks the next time I am in Edinburgh. Sex aside, it is a beautiful city.

You should definitely go to the skaterboys breakfeast at „Deutsche Eiche“. Afterwards you are invited to the bathhouse without additional fee! Enjoy!

Chapter 6 ——- Jacob ———— As lay in bed waiting for the alarm to go off I thought back on my first two weeks working at the pizza sho. The time had flown by. I was really loving it here. The other guys were great and a lot of fun to work with. I had hung out with Trev a few more times outside of work since that first night. He even invited me to a small party he threw last weekend. Nothing huge or outrageous, just a group of about 25 guys hanging out, talking, drinking, listening to music, and munching on snacks. He even had that one game with the small bean bags and boards with a hole in it, whatever that was called, in his backyard. Buck and Ant had been really cool by letting Kenny and Lance off at 8pm that night, covering the close so they could make the party. Then they showed up at the party for a few minutes after the shop was closed to say hi before going home. I had grown close with all the guys, but particularly Trev. He seemed to treat me like his little brother, even though I was taller than him, and always made sure I got to and from work safe. Never let me have two many nights home alone. Helped me with my plans to move out. He was just so nice and protective. I really am started to feel like I am part of the family at the shop. Even Buck and Ant were super cool. They rarely played the boss card, always jumped in and helped anytime we got busy, and seemed to genuinely care about us. I also still had a killer crush on Buck. I mean all the guys were hot. Hell I’d seen Ant’s dick and I’d not turn it down if it was offered. But my heart and dick still was stuck on Buck. However much I was crushing on my boss I knew it had to be pushed down. I now knew Buck was gay, but he hadn’t seemed interested in me beyond an employee and I wasn’t going to risk my job by hitting on him. Especially now that I was starting to get somewhere in saving too move out. I had worked a full 40 hours my first week and the another 43 hours this last week. The shop did paychecks weekly for hours and credit card tips and I got my first check last Wednesday. I was stunned. Between that check, which I deposited immediately to my credit union account, and the cash tips I had saved $1257. Plus my next check should be close to $500, same as my last one was. That would be direct deposited this next Wednesday to add to my piggy bank. I had only spent money on my work shoes, a few pairs of work pants, some hygiene products, few necessary odds and ends, and of course my “rent”. I thought I’d have to pay for my other work shirts but when Ant gave me my addition 3 shirts when fedex delivered them he said it was on the shop and they were mine to keep. I had been really lucky with good tips and I had only been spending money when really necessary. I need to save as much as I could as quick as possible to escape Ralph and the house. I’d miss my mom but I could still visit or go to lunch with her. I just couldn’t live under his rules much longer. I had paid him on the first of the month like I was told to, and he immediately started question me about my pay and tips. How did I come up with so much so quick since I’d only work 4 shifts before I paid him. I told him I’d had old birthday money saved up that I used with my tips. He maybe a boarder line idiot and alcoholic, but he knew how to sniff out money and any lies around it. Luckily that day he accepted my explanation but he had deep suspicion in his eyes. I had taken to go to the atm after work to deposit my tips every night when possible. If I couldn’t for some reason I keep the tips hidden on me all night. I never had more than $20 to $30 out where he could see it at a time. I wouldn’t put it past him to sneak in my room when I was gone either so I never left money at the house. I really didn’t like having to hide my money, it made me feel so uncomfortable and like I’d lost my “home”. But even if I managed to save all my tips this week and add my pay check Wednesday, I probably have less than $2000. Trev had helped me look for places around the neighborhood and around the shop. All of them were expensive and required deposits along with first and last month’s rent. Plus while I’d started building my credit it wasn’t that high yet, so that generally meant I’d need a co-signer or an even bigger deposit according to the apartment websites. Then there was the deposit to get the utilities in my name, I’d have to get a new phone (I wasn’t going to be dependent on Ralph for anything), and I need a bed, sofa, tv, kitchen stuff, bathroom stuff, and things I probably wasn’t even thinking about. Just thinking about it had me overwhelmed. I got up since I couldn’t sleep. I looked at my phone and I still had 20 mins till my alarm was set to go off. I shut it off and went to the bathroom to shower. I got dressed and got all my stuff together. I walked out into the living room and to my surprise Ralph was sitting in his recliner drinking a cup of coffee. “Trying to sneak out before I am up again are you? I wanted to talk to you for days!” He sneered at me. That was news to me. All week he had either been out late at the bar or in already in bed when I got home. Then when I got up at my normal time in the mornings for work he was still asleep. “I didn’t know you wanted to talk to me Ralph. But can I wait, I am opening this morning. I don’t want to be late.” I said in a snarky tone, more than I normally would have. My sour mood from the thought of all the cost of moving out was still effecting me. Plus as I laid there bed I become and more resentful of this man. He contributed little and demanded so much. “Don’t you sas me boy. Just because you making a little money, and I mean little based on your tips you been bring home, you aren’t grown! You will listen to me!” He said raising his voice. That was all I could take. My temper broke and I couldn’t help it. “You know what Ralph, why don’t you just go fuck yourself.” I said while I looked at him like the useless parasite I had come to know him to be. I saw the shock in his face before I turned and walked out the door. I had never talked to him like that. I had got on my bike and was already riding away when he yelled something at me from the door that I couldn’t hear. I rode as fast as I could toward the shop. My anger driving me for a few blocks. Then what I had done hit me. I had made a mess! I had been disrespectful and cursed. That was not acceptable in my house. Even if I was right, my mom would not be happy with me. She was loving but firm when it came to showing respect to your elders. Ralph would be mad and punish me anyway he could. I don’t think he’d be able to get mom to kick me out over it but I know he’d try and probably threaten if I did it again I’d be gone. I wanted to go but I couldn’t go on my own now, I wasn’t ready. By the time I reached the store I had started crying and when I went to get off the bike I nearly fell. Luckily a pair of strong arms steady me. When I turn to look who had caught me I say Trev looking at me with concern. I fell into his arms and broke down crying. He pulled me into a hug, stroking my head, and whispering reassurances to me. His strong body held me up no problem. I dug my head into his neck and hadn’t even realized anyone else was there till I hear Buck’s deep voice. “What’s going on? What’s wrong? What happened to upset him?” He asked Trev in a very brisk protective tone. “I’n not sure. I was in my car when he came up on his bike. He was riding kinda of shaky so I got out to check on him. That’s when I saw he was crying and he almost fell off his bike so I caught him. I didn’t ask anything, I just hugged him.” Trev responded not moving me and continuing to keep me in a bear hug. “Jacob, can you tell me if you are hurt? Do we need to take you to the doctor?” He asked as I felt his big hand rest against my lower back. I shook my head not moving it from Trev’s neck. I knew I was acting like a baby, and even worst I was doing it in front of my boss. But I couldn’t help it I need to feel safe and I did between these two and my head buried “in the sand” of Trev’s neck. “I think he may have had an argument with his step dad. I know it’s been tense between them for a while.” Trev said without going into the details. “Ok, well we need to get him inside and sat down. Jacob, can you let go of Trevor and walk into the store?” Buck asked me softly. Before I could answer that or release his neck Trev picked me up and my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. “I will get him inside boss. Just get the door.” Trev told Buck as he carried me toward the backdoor. Or I assumed that’s where we went. I was still crying into his neck. I am not sure how long I sat in the break room crying into Trev’s neck. He took us in there and sat down with me on his lap. He held me and continued to try to gently sooth me. Buck had followed us in then left and closed the break room door I guess to give me privacy. When I had finished my breakdown, I felt so ashamed of myself. I pulled my head up and peaked at Trev. He looked at me without judgement. Something like I imagined a brother would look like when comforting his upset sibling. “Are you feeling better Jac” he asked using a nickname he’d started calling me a few days ago. “Yea, but now I feel like a baby. I made such a scene.” I replied sadly. “Hey none of that! You have a right to feel your feelings. There is nothing wrong with needing a cry and hug. That why I have big shoulders, they are here to cry on.” He said as he wiped a tear from my cheek . ”I know you understand Trev, but I just blubbered like a fool in front of Buck!” “He would tell you the same thing and if I wasn’t here he’d of been the first to volunteer his shoulder.” He said with a sincere smile. ”But I do need you to confirm that no one hurt you. No one put their hands on my little bro right?” He said in a tone that made me sure if someone had they’d be getting a serious visit from a very big angry bear. “No, no one hurt me. I just got in an argument with Ralph. Said stuff I shouldn’t have. Then ran out of the house. It hit me how stupid I’d been as I was riding here and then I started to freak out about getting in trouble. Then I guess all the stress and worry just all collided and I kind of lost it. I am lucky you were here or I’d might have been flat on the sidewalk crying with a broken ankle or something.” “Na, we wouldn’t have let that happen Jac, we will always have your back.” Trev told me, which he made sound like an unbreakable promise. We were interrupted by a soft knock on the door. I had got off Trev’s lap while we were talking and sat in the chair across from him. Trev got up and walked to the door opening it to allow Buck to join us. “Jacob, are you feeling better?” He asked as he walked over to me and placed a hand on my back and rubbed soothing circles. “Yea, just embraced that I caused such a fuss.” I said looking up at him. “First, I am glad you are feeling better. Second, don’t feel embarrassed, we all have emotions and we all have times when we need to let them out. Would it be okay if Trevor left us so you could tell me what’s going on? Not as your boss, but as a friend that cares about you?” He asked gently and in a way that reassured me I wasn’t in trouble. I nodded and then thanked Trev again before he left us alone in the room. Buck took the seat across from me and put a bottle of cold water on the table next to me. I took a drink and explained everything to Buck. The ultimatum, my relationship or lack of with Ralph, the having to hide money, trying to keep up all the house chores, the stress over the cost of moving out, and finally the argument this morning. He listened intently. Not interrupting. Not trying to minimize my feelings. Not judging me. Just being there for me. When I was done I realized he had been holding my hands the whole time. He gave me a reassuring smile after I had finished. ”Ok, we know the problem we can start working on the solution. I don’t want to overstep, but I can’t sit here and watch someone I care about hurting like this. So, here what I propose: we will take the day off, you will still get paid, and we will figure this out. I won’t let you go home to a place you feel unsafe in.” He told me in his deep caring voice. “Oh I can’t do that. I don’t want take your money and not work. Plus it’s not fair that I put all this on you. I don’t know how long it’s been but I am sure I am already way behind in getting the front ready. And I put Trev behind too. I really need to go out and work.” I said as I stood up to go up front. Buck stood up and blocked my path and gently put his hand and my arms looking me in my eyes. “I love that you care about the shop as that to put opening ahead of taking care of yourself. But I have taken care of all that. I asked Ant to come in once we got you in here. We have done all the opening task. Trevor is working the back and Ant is up front. Lance is coming in early to help cover the lunch rush.” I tried to argue but he put his finger up to my mouth. “No, you are going to listen and not argue now. The shop is taken care of. The boys don’t mind stepping up to help. We will always be here for each other. Now I am taking you to a friend I know in the rental world and we are going to figure this all out.” He told me in a very authoritative but caring tone. We exited the break room and before we left I hugged both Trev and Ant and thanked them for covering. Both just hugged me and told me not to worry about it. Buck took me get something to eat. I hadn’t ate yet and he decided that was the first thing to fix. Next we drove to an office park and meet with his friend, a very nice lady in her late 30s named Bernice. I explained what I had saved and that basically all I’d have to bring is my clothes and personal stuff. She took notes as we talked, probing about what area I was interested in, what type of place I’d like to live in, and other stuff like that. Buck sat next to me the whole time holding my hand. He didn’t try to jump in or answer questions for me, he just was there for me. I didn’t think she’d have anything I could afford or qualify for but I was suprised when she said she had an idea that might just be perfect for me. We followed her out to the parking lot where she gave Buck an address to follow her to. We parked in front of big old house on a quiet street. I think it was only a few blocks from the shop. The house was in good shape, not freshly remodeled but not neglected either. She took me around the side to stairs that led down to a basement door. It had the letter C on the door. Bernice explained the house had been turned into apartments a few years ago and that her company was the management company for the house. This unit had just become available a few weeks ago. It was a small one bedroom. From the front door you walked into the modest living room. Off to one side was a kitchen. Then down a hall was a decent sized bathroom. The hall ended at a fire that led to a medium sized bedroom. She told me the apartment came furnished. That the rent included the water, trash, and yard maintenance. I’d have to get the power switched over to my name within a week. She did say normally a deposit, first and last months rent, a background check, plus a credit check was required. However, the owners made special exceptions for LGBT youth, as they were part of the community. They also knew Buck and since he was willing to co-sign the lease the owners would probably being will to forgo everything but the first months rent, which was $750 a month. Bernice then told me all we’d have to do now if I wanted the place was go back to the office, fill out the application, review the lease, pass a background check (she told me it wouldn’t take 20 minutes ti come back), and then give her my card to run for the rent. I couldn’t believe that it was an actual possibility that I could afford this. On the way back to Bernice’s office I tried to talk Buck out of co-signing saying I didn’t want to take advantage of him, but he wouldn’t hear of it. We got the paperwork done and signed. Bernice got my background check back all clear. She took my bank card and ran it. Once the machine read approved I was a proud renter. I called the power company using the number Bernice provided and was able to get the power put in my name starting tomorrow. It was a $150 deposit as well. They took my card over the phone and just like that I had a power bill. Buck surprised me by stopping at a cell phone store. We walked out 30 minutes later with a new number. My phone was paid off so they were able to just transfer the new number to it. I had to pay a connection fee and start up fee that came to under $100. Buck wanted to buy me a new phone but I wouldn’t let him. Even with the rent, power deposit, and phone costs I still had $250 in my account plus my up coming check. I was astonished this was all possible. As we waited for the phone guy to get everything moved over Buck asked if I knew when my step dad would be gone. I told him he was at work now. At which pint Buck got my address from me. After we left the phone store we went to my house where we were met by Kenny who had moving boxes and tape. They helped me pack everything up and load it into Buck’s truck. When we were done I tried to offer to pay Kenny for helping but he refused and told me scorpion boys stick together and gave me a hug goodbye. We got back to my new apartment and got everything unloaded in to my place. It was almost 4 pm by then. Buck told he was going to check on the shop and told me that I should call my mom while he was gone. He didn’t want her to come home to see me gone without explanation. I managed to catch my mom between her jobs. I explains the argument with Ralph, how I’d been feeling, and that I felt needed to be on my own. She apologized that things had got so bad at home. She just was so busy she hadn’t noticed, but she didn’t use that as an excuse. She promised she still loved me and that I was always welcome. She also said she would make sure to make time to visit with me and do it without Ralph until I felt comfortable seeing him again. Buck came back a little after I finished the call. My bike was in the back of his truck and he had a large pizza with him. He locked my bike up outside my apartment by my door, but not in the way of anything. Then came in and we ate dinner. He took his leave around 6:30 saying I needed to rest and to get comfortable in my space. He told me to text if I needed anything. I walked him out and watched as he backed out of the drive only to got 4 doors down across the street to park in the driveway of a cute cottage house. He got out of his truck and walked to his font door waving me goodnight as he went. I had gone from worried and uncomfortable this morning when I woke up to feeling secure and at ease laying in my bed in my new apartment. All because Buck. While Trev had been my rock this morning when I needed him, and I know he always would be, Buck had been my hero today . ——- Buck ——- I got home from Jacob’s house and closed the door. It had been a hell of a day. I went from concerned to pissed at his deadbeat step dad, to problem solving mode. It was so rewarding to help Jacob get out of that situation. He fought me on a few things I wish he hadn’t but that just showed me he was not looking for a hand out but was willing to take a hand up. I had gotten a hard on watching him content and eating and laughing and joking as we shared the pizza tonight. He was so sexy and he didn’t even know it. I texted Trevor to come over to my place if he was free so I could give him the update. I know this morning he was pissed and wanted to beat Jacob’s step dad to a pulp but Ant had talked him down. He came over and brought beer. I gave him the update on the situation as we drank and told him Jacob’s new address. He gave me shit about moving him closer to me than him so I could play papa scorpion. We laughed at that. We both had been pumped and at on point murderous today. To help alleviate that stress I proposed to Trevor that he let me pound out his tight raw hole and give him a recharge. He readily agreed. I took him to my room and stripped him naked. I put him face down in the bed. I used the straps I had attached to all four corner to tie my kinky boy down. I kissed him deep before I secured the gag into his mouth. I got behind him and started to rub him up and down. Using my nails to lightly scratch his back. I got to his ass and slapped one cheek hard. Then I did the same to the other. I alternated between slapping his cheeks and pulling them apart to eat his tight hole. He was moaning and whining in pleasure as I ate his hole. He tried to push back against my face as I tongued him. His hole was craving my big fat raw poz dick. I got up and removed my pants leaving my shirt and socks on. I got lube from the nightstand and squirted it in his winking hole. I worked two fingers into him. He jumped at first then moaned and pushed back. I worked his hole till I could get 4 fingers in. I was using my other hand to jerk his very fat dick that was positioned downward between his legs. I climbed on the bed on top of him and whispered in his ear as I lined up my dick. I told him to get ready daddy was going to force his poz dick covered in toxic precum into his boy hole. I shoved in him balls deep as I finished my warning. He moaned and try to cry out. I slowly stroked my dick in and out of his poz hole. Working my dirty precum into his bussy. Talking dirty to him as I worked him over. I fucked slowly for a while then picked up speed. Drilling harder and faster with each thrust. Trevor shot a huge load hands free all over the bed making his hole squeeze my dick so tight I dumped my charged cum balls deep into his hole. I flooded him balls deep recharging him with the toxic cum that knocked him up. He moaned and tried to beg for it as it filled him up. I untied and ungaged him. We took a shower to clean off as I provided aftercare to my boy. I kissed him goodnight as he left to go home. I laid in bed naked thinking of the cute boy down the street. He seemed plain and timid to most observers I am sure, but I saw the real him. Strong, daring, brave, and above all sexy. I decide that once he got settled and was ready I’d pursue making him my scorpion boy! ——————- Yea so I got typing and the muse took the move out part way longer than I anticipated. Haha. But I hope it is still a good chapter even if a little lighter on the poz sex stuff this time. Thanks you all again for your positive feedback back and encouragement!

Nothing like anon randoms

wow, nice storyline

Loving it... and whilst not the story line, it would be amazing for Grampa / grandson to enjoy themselves too

Epic classic forming before my eyes

Lovely continuation - I hope this isn't a 1 load and you are out story!

Damn this a fucking hot story, keep going please?

Keep your teeth for as long as you can. You will regret having them removed when you find simple things that you take for granted, like biting into a thick hamburger, can be a challenge. Or biting into an apple, good luck with that one.

Love it

Hosting a pump & dump group this Saturday at the OYO hotel in Greensboro. Got a group setup on sniffies if you wanna join just message me [think before following links] https://sniffies.com/group/68f06fa167e9e793d7f65e9f

I do too where is it

Public bathroom stalls are more fun. Guys with big bulge will appreciate a warm mouth.

This story really increases my desire to take my first poz load. Well written.

Wow, thanks for the pozitive feedback! Here is part 2. --- Buttboy4older Desperately Seeking Grampa Part 2: Finding Grampa in Palm Springs In all my planning about escaping from my Dad, I had made a really dumb mistake. Fuck, I’m an idiot. I was at the airport waiting for my flight to Palm Springs when I realized that I had no fucking address for my Grampa. Nothing. All I had was an idea that he lived in Palm Springs. My anxiety exploded and I realized that I would be homeless in like a week if I couldn’t find him. I didn’t have enough money to last that long. In my desperation, I reached out to the senior poz daddies I had been chatting with. I wrote: “Guys, I know this sounds stupid. My dad found out I am gay and I am headed to California to meet my Grampa, who is also gay. But my family never shared his address with me. He lives in Palm Springs. I don’t know, this is so dumb…but maybe you know him? His name is Zeus O’Donnell. He’s about 6 feet tall, redhead, had a mustache, really handsome man. He was a professional landscaper and arborist and well known around our area before he left. I have to find him. I only have enough money left to live on my own for another week. But I can’t go back home.” I sent the message then had to board my flight. But just as I was in line there was a message from them. It said: “Oh, we know him well. He lives here in Palm Springs. Everyone loves him. Send us your name and date of birth and we will confirm with him. Tell us your parents’ names and your mother’s maiden name. We have to be sure you are really his grandson. Also, tell us your flight number, airline and arrival time.” I fired off the details and boarded my flight. Then, nothing for the next five hours. I couldn’t connect to the site again. I hadn't ravelled much and I didn’t realize you could only get free text messaging and limited internet on board and the bareback site was blocked that I used to communicate with them. I couldn’t sleep a minute. I was so wired up and nervous. After I landed, I was able to connect to WiFi in the terminal and got back on the site. There was a message. “We sent a car for you. Your Grampa confirmed your name and date of birth. You’ll see there is a man waiting for you in the baggage claim area. He will bring you to your Grampa’s address.” I took me 20 minutes to find my way through the busy terminal to get to the baggage area. I was carrying my heavy army green backpack and was covered in sweat. Funny how everyone else in this airport was wearing shorts and tank tops. I was over dressed in jeans and a hoodie. I felt such emotion when I saw my name “MIKEY O’DONNELL” on the card held up by the driver, a tanned bearded man with a leather shirt, leather cap and super tight leather shorts. He looked so intimidating I saw others around me smirk and whisper to each other as they saw us together. “It’s me!” I said to the man with my name on his board. “I am Mikey O’Donnell. My Grampa sent you to take me to him.” The leather clad chauffeur smiled and said. “Yes, you look like him, a bit. You’re a lot shorter. But still cute like him.” He was happy with my answers and simply said. “Come.” When we exited the airport, my eyes couldn’t believe the intensity of the sun and felt the hot air suck all the sweat from my body. We walked for a fair bit and then he opened the door to a swanky air conditioned BMW SUV. “There are some drinks and snacks back there” he said, and then he was quiet the whole time apart from some mumbling as he spoke through his air pods. But the ride was only 15 minutes. Don’t know why, I had half expected to be driven to some warehouse or shady side street. Instead, we pulled up into a pristine neighborhood with cactus gardens and carefully organized stones and rocks. “You can get out now,” the gruff chauffeur said. I saw a smirk on his face in the mirror. “I’ll get your bag. Your grandfathers are waiting for you.” “Grandfathers? What?” Anxiety and adrenaline were pumping through me. The chauffeur opened the door for me, took off his sunglasses, and stared me down. I knew instinctively not to question him. I slid out of the car and waited for instructions. “Go, they are waiting," he barked at me. The chauffeur had retrieved my bag and I followed him along the stone path to the bright pink front door where we were greeted by a tall black man in a bathrobe. “Mikey, I’m Donovan. Welcome to gay paradise! Welcome to Palm Springs!” He gave me a big bear hug although I could only halfheartedly hug him back. He took my hand and then led me inside. Behind me, I heard the thud of my backpack as the chauffeur dropped it off and then the closing of the front door. “How was your trip, Mikey?” Donovan asked me. I had to look up to respond. He was bald with bright eyes above smooth high cheeks. I recognized the big smile on his face and the thick mustache that I had seen in their videos to me. I wondered why he was in a bathrobe and acting so casual. I hesitated to move forward. “Well, this is really incredible, isn’t it?” He smiled shaking his head with his hands on his hips. “All the way from Long Island in search of your beloved Grandfather. And to think that you had already connected with him, and me. To think that we all had connected. It’s really a divine intervention.” He raised his hands to the sky in mock prayer and then slapped his hands together with joy. “Sorry, what? Is he here? Did you bring him here to meet me?” I looked around at the spacious living room that looked like it was a photo from some luxury real estate magazine. “Oh my son, Buttboy4older,” Donovan winked at me and started laughing, a big raucous and uncontrollable laugh. And then, my Grampa appeared. I recognized him immediately. He was so much thinner than I remembered but still had his trademark mustache. He was also in a loose cloth bathrobe and using a cane. He shook his head. “Mikey, my boy. I’ve missed you so much.” I could hear his voice crack a little as he saw me. “Good god, you are a beautiful young man.” I walked to him and hugged him and squeezed him and held back tears. “Oh Grampa, I can’t believe this worked. I have wanted to see you for so long.” He patted my head for a few moments. “This is unreal. Isn’t it?”, he said as he looked in my eyes. Holding his hand I replied, “I don’t understand. I reached out to your friend Donovan and he made this happen?” “Well,,” Grampa said, “you reached out to both of us. But Donovan is always more quick to respond than I am on these sites.” I tried to put the puzzle together but was afraid of the answer. “The messages on the dating site were…”I Donovan again burst into laughter. “Ha, oh my son, that is a good one! A dating site! Yes, the “dating site” where lovelorn romantics go to find their soulmates. Ha!” I could now hear the wonderful lyrical Jamaican voice that I had heard in the videos they had shared. I looked at Grampa and then at Donovan. Grampa was smiling but shaking his head as he looked at the terrazzo floor. Donovan said, “Mikey, let’s clear this up right now. We only accept honesty in this house. You and we have been chatting for a while on the bareback site. We are “Poz Daddies Palm Springs” and you are “ButtBoy4Older” and this is your own flesh and blood, your Grampa, Zeus…or Father Zeke as we all call him around here. He and I are the Poz Daddies. We had no idea who you really were, but when you texted your parents’ names and your birthdate, he knew, we knew, you are our grandson.” My face went red and my anxiety exploded. “So, all the filthy things I said, all the dirty photos I sent..it was to you, Grampa, and Donovan?” They both nodded eagerly. “ I feel so, I don’t know…ashamed and confused. All those slutty photos and thoughts. But you guys encouraged it and I felt you had, have, so much to teach me.” Grampa was stroking my head and simply nodded. “Listen, Mikey. This is a shame free household.” And to prove it, Donovan dropped his robe on the floor and revealed his mature naked body to me. He raised his arms to the side. “This is who we are. We are the same men you chatted with on the bareback site. And we want you to be the same Buttboy4older that you were. Don’t hide your true nature. Now, your Grampa has some reservations, but we need to address all of this upfront before we continue.” Donovan walked over to my Grampa and removed his robe. My Grampa was so thin but his muscles popped as did his veins on his girthy penis. Now they were both naked before me. Lust swelled up inside me but was tempered by the shame and confusion I felt. Donovan came and stood between us. He took his free hand and directed it to his body. He guided my limp hand and slid it over his wonderful once muscular chest so that I could feel the heat and texture of his muscle and fat, he rubbed my hand against the heavy nipple piercing and the thick nip knob, and then brought my hand slowly down across his abdomen to his curly pubes. Instinctively, my hand started to descend and caress and stroke his veiny, long, and sweaty cock. I looked down in wonder as my hand found the tip of his uncut penis and rubbed around the foreskin, something I had wanted to do so often when I looked at the photos they sent to me. Donovan let me play with his hefty Jamaican meat for a moment .“Now your, as I said, Grampa Zeke here has some reservations.” I saw my Grampa biting his lip. Donovan continued, “He and I were, and are, so aroused by you and all the things we talked about, but he says he cannot be incestuous with you, his own grandson. Mikey, do me a favor and put one of your fingers inside my foreskin while we talk and gently rub it inside and around my pisshole….oh that’s it my son.” He put one hand on my shoulder and massaged me as I lewdly fondled his hood meat and fingered his wide pisshole. My Grampa was stroking his own thickening veiny cock with one hand and with the other holding onto his cane as we watched me look up at the hung Jamaican giant in awe. “You can see for yourself, Mikey. Look how aroused your Grampa is. But he does not want to be incestuous. He lusts after your bubble butt with its peach fuzz and pink virgin boy cunt. He talks about how it would taste, how it would look as he stares up at it under our rim chair, how your unfucked asslips would look after hours of rimming in our sling, how puffy and horny they would be for our old poz cocks once your unpenetrated hole knows the pleasure of a long deep tonguing and butthole chewing.” I looked at Grampa, and feeling like I was telling a half truth, I said. “I understand, Grampa. I love you. We won’t have incest together.” My index finger was halfway inside Donovan’s long, hot foreskin and was slick with whatever juices and stuff were inside it. I licked my lips as I imagined tonguing inside his hood and really cleaning it out as I French kissed it. Donovan said, “But I am not your Grampa, Mikey. So, none of this between you and me would be incest. And I would love to explore all the sensual and kinky things we talked about in our bareback site messaging. Would you like that, son?” Donovan then did only what I had been imagining about. He pulled my finger out of his moist hooded meat and raised it to my nose, rubbing the funk on it, and then stuck it in my lips as though he were sticking a soother into a baby’s mouth. “Fuck yes, “ I heard my Grampa say. Donovan grunted. “See, you little pig. Grampa likes to watch his own Grandson taste my thick Jamaican sausage juice. Can you imagine how he will react when he watches me deflower your pink virgin shithole?” The utter filth of this conversation made me weak and I groaned as I suckled Donovan’s finger hungry for every taste of his foreskin from my finger. I had heard that older men can sometimes be more lewd and adventurous. I guessed Donovan was one of those men. And my Grampa too. Donovan let me lick it for a few more seconds. “Now, go hug your Grampa and tell him how my poz foreskin tasted.” Donovan pushed me into my Grampa who received me with open arms and hugged me again. I kissed his flat skinny belly and chest and veins. “How did you like it, Grandson?” He said with a loving tone as though he were asking about how some cotton candy tasted that he had bought for me at a carnival. I looked up at my Grampa as I hugged his tanned thin body. I melted as I looked at his bright green eyes, thin face and big bushy mustache. I felt so safe and so horny in his embrace. He nodded at me looking for an answer. “It’s ok, Mikey,” He said nodding to me. “This isn’t incest. It’s just you telling me, your Grampa, how my husband’s big uncut poz meat tasted. I want to hear it.” I reached up and touched his mustache and wanted to kiss him so badly. I imagined his hairy mouth on my butt cheeks and asshole. But that would be incestuous, I thought. That would be really bad and shameful. “Well, it tasted like honey, kind of, mixed with urine and sweat. I, uh, I really liked it. I can still smell and taste it.” I still felt some shame expressing this sleazy detail to him. “It’s good stuff, Son. I can’t get enough of it myself,” Grampa said as he patted me on the head and then bent down to kiss me. His cock was fully hard now and pressed against me. He was so excited by our reunion. I felt Donovan’s hand slip into my jeans and underwear from behind and he fingered my sweaty bum crack. Then he took his hand out and we could hear him sniffing and licking his finger. “Damn, Mikey boy needs a shower. Hey husband, let’s break for a bit and give your gorgeous grandson a chance to shower and freshen up. He’s going to be living with us for a while, right? We have time to catch up. Plus, I have some sleazy ideas to work around how ButtBoy4Older is going to fit in comfortably to our family arrangement so that you don’t feel “incestuous” together. Yes man, I have some fun ideas for us. Welcome home, Mikey!” Donovan again let out a big raucous laugh as we finished in a group hug and then he and my Grampa French kissed noisily just above me and their dicks pressed against me as I was squeezed like a panini between them. Man, I wonder what this “family arrangement” would look like. For now, I was happy.

Fuck this is really hot, like I’m licking mu precum now from my rock hard dick.

Awesome, slutty and hot

I'm finally ready to give up my neg status. Fill me with bugs on a back road east of McAlester

Can't wait for the adventure to continue.

Baby, your ass looks good in anything. It would look especially good riding my cock.

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and @tallslenderguy and all, here's an additional link as to how Trump is forcing EU+UK countries to start to spend. If they had already achieved NATO commitments (previous 2% of GDP) this would be an ugly agreement. But, again, this comes as many of those countries -- particularly Germany, UK, and France -- are decades behind on hitting those commitments. [think before following links] https://www.politico.eu/article/pressure-mounts-nato-allies-go-all-in-us-trump-arms-scheme-ukraine/