Buttboy4older Desperately Seeking Grampa

[SirGalatsi]

What a hot story! Hope it continues!

[versasslover]

Fucking hot, can't wait for next chapter please 

[SonovPriapos]

Part 3

Snowball Seduction

 

So they left me alone to shower in the massive bathroom which was actually more like a clubhouse shower room. It had five different shower spots with all kinds of douching cables hanging and at the end of it was a huge tub. I’m sure 4 men could fit inside it.

 

I was so horny as I soaped up my dick, sensitive nipples, and asshole. I thought about my handsome Grampa, his thick cock as beautiful as I remembered it. His body was so lean and veiny now and more irresistible to me than ever. I felt so happy to be welcomed by him and so intrigued and curious about what life could be like here with him and Donovan.

 

One thing I thought was strange was how much they emphasized their HIV status all the time and how that seemed to be point of pride and a turn on for them. Maybe it was liberating for them to talk about their cocks and cum as being poz like they were? They said this was an honest household, so I made a plan to ask them questions about being poz.

 

As far as I knew, swallowing poz cum was okay. But I wouldn’t want Donovan to fuck me unprotected, since he seemed to imply he might do that. Hell, I had never been fucked even though I called myself Buttboy4older when they met me online. But, I did wonder what it would be like to have him take my anal virginity with my Grampa watching lovingly from the sidelines.

 

Feeling bold and horny for some sensation inside my butt, I decided to use the douche cable attached to the shower I was using. The shower room had filled up nicely with steam so I took comfort in the privacy I had and allowed myself time to clean out. Everything drained away easily since the floor angled slightly toward discreet gutters on the opposite wall.

 

They left a super fluffy and comfortable bathrobe for me just outside the shower, but it was way too big for my height. I had to hoist it up a bit as I walked so it wouldn’t drag on the floor while I walked to the other side of the ranch style house.

 

I heard a doorbell ring on my way to the living room area and saw Donovan going to the front door. He was wearing a cropped t-shirt that revealed his slight belly and a bright yellow jockstrap. Was he really going to answer the door dressed like that?

 

He opened the door.

 

“Hey Miguel!” I heard him say. He handed over a wad of cash and said. “As always, keep the tip!”

 

“You’re the best, Mr. Donovan!” I heard a delivery boy say. “Love the t-shirt!”

 

Donovan laughed. “Thanks sweetie. You know it’s true!”

 

The door closed behind Donovan as he turned around.

 

“Hope you like gazpacho and guacamole!” he said as he held up two bags. Now I could read what it said in big letters on his t-shirt -

HORNY POZ TOP.

 

Holy shit! He answered the door for the delivery man in a jockstrap and a raunchy t-shirt that was like the headline for a profile on the bareback site?

 

“Is it okay that he saw you wear that t-shirt?” I blurted out.

 

“I am what I am. Better get used to it, Buttboy4older!” Donovan chuckled as he walked toward the large marble island by the kitchen.

“Damn, that bathrobe is huge on you. How tall are you anyway?”

 

“I’m 5’4”, I think."

 

“That’s so cute. 5 foot 4! You really are our own Little Mikey. Our very own tiny twink…haha.  Listen, we’re having a light lunch right now but we will have a better meal later after the event.” I heard Grampa say as he approached from behind.

 

My eyes popped out of my head as I turned and I saw my Grampa approach. He was in a leather jockstrap, a leather cap that said “Poz Pig” in large silver letters, and a leather vest with a badge that showed the word “condoms” crossed out with a large red X. His cane also seemed to be made of black leather. Apart from the cane, he looked like one of the porn stars I had seen in some vintage pre-condom leather movies.

 

My heart started to beat fast as I saw my leather-clad Grampa approach and my cock thickened with lust for him. I wrapped the big robe around me to hide my erection.

 

“What event?” I asked as I followed him to the kitchen island.

 

“Well,” said Donovan as he arranged our snack. “A couple of times a month we host our Toxic Trolls poz sex party here. And since you surprised us with your visit, we didn’t have time to cancel. We have a couple of men who fly in for this party, so it wouldn’t be fair to cancel on them at the last minute.  You’ll like them. Mostly oversexed Dads and Grampas, though sometimes some younger guys show up too. You’ll be the belle of the ball.”

 

Grampa patted the bar stool next to him at the kitchen island and beckoned me to sit next to him.

 

Uh, not sure I wanted to be the star of the show at sex event called “Toxic Trolls” for HIV poz mature men. I was hoping to have time with Grampa and Donovan by myself to adjust to my new reality.

 

“Maybe I should just hang out in the guest room during the party?” I asked as I took off the huge bathrobe and put it on the back of the stool.

 

“Nonsense. Your Grampa is eager to introduce you to his friends. Don’t worry, we’ll have you under our watch the whole time. Nobody will mess with you, unless you want that,” Donovan said and winked at me.

 

“Introduce me? Won’t that be weird?” I felt myself panicking. “So they will know we are biologically related and I am at a sex party full of poz men that you have organized? And why are they Toxic Trolls?”

 

“Oh, Mikey boy. No need to worry! The Toxic Trolls clan are all very open-minded and discreet. They are the pillars of society, salt of the earth kind of guys, ” Grampa Zeke said nodding. “We’re a secretive, honor-bound group. You’ll see.”

 

“Hey, do you guys have my clothes?” I said looking around trying to change the subject.

 

“Baby Boy, we’re going to get you new clothes for your new life here in Palm Springs. For now, please just relax and stay naked. We love looking at your cute face and body and that gorgeous bubble butt,” Grampa said as he winked at me. “Now that wasn’t incestuous, that was just me being honest, Buttboy4older.”

 

I blushed, but I loved hearing my sexy Grampa compliment me that way.  I kinda wished he wouldn’t worry about incest.

 

Donovan gave us each a bowl of gazpacho and put the guacamole with a big mound of white and blue tortilla chips in the middle of the island.

 

“Say, Mikey boy, I’ve been thinking. I want you to call me Grampa too. It makes sense since your Grampa Zeke and I are married…so we’re family…and in fact, it really turns me on the more I hear you say it. So why don’t you start calling me Grampa D or something like that? Like on the bareback site, we are Poz Daddies, here you can call us your Poz Grampas. Make sense?”

 

“My “Poz Grampas?” I repeated aloud trying to absorb this new variation of ‘family values’.

 

“Mmm…see that already got me hard hearing you say it, Buttboy,” said Donovan as he stood up and released his thick uncut python from his yellow jockstrap.

 

Grampa Zeke laughed.

 

“Don’t tell me that didn’t make you horny too, husband, hearing your Grandson Buttboy4older call us his Poz Grampas,” Donovan said as he wagged his jumbo sausage at him.

 

“Guilty!,” Grampa Zeke said and he spun his bar stool toward me and pulled off the snaps off his leather jock to free the meat I had longed to suckle on for years.  “This isn’t incest, little Mikey, right?” He said as his rugged thick meat bounced up and down.

 

Initially “Little Mikey” felt infantilizing and wrong, but anything my Grampa Zeke said to me was welcome and made me feel loved and sexy. Especially when he said such things while he was naked and flaunting his beautiful genitals to me.

 

“Huh...So, I’m Little Mikey, also known as Buttboy4older, I guess, and you are my sexy poz grampas.”

 

“Exactly! And like the song says, We Are Family!” Donovan chuckled.

 

“Can I ask something? It seems you guys really insist on the word “poz”.  How come?”

 

“Well, baby boy, for us being poz is empowering, it’s liberating. So we embrace it. We embrace the way it feels, the way it looks on us, the way it has removed any inhibitions, and for how it let’s us live a shame-free cock-centered bareback, raw sexual lifestyle. None of us know how much time we have left in this world, so we live like this today, we celebrate being poz through ecstatic worship of the penis and cum and we call it out by its name, loud and clear. That’s why it’s our favorite word. Poz talk is very exciting for us. I hope that doesn’t bother you?”

 

“See, Mikey. That’s why your Grampa is known as Father Zeke, he speaks like an inspired preacher. He is so wise and he has converted many with his way with words. I have a more lurid and vulgar vocabulary. Like my t-shirt says, sweet twink, I am a horny poz top. I’m also a nasty fucker, a breeding and seeding dirty old poz man with a boundless imagination for filth,” he said staring me down and licking his lips.

 

“Hmm, I guess that makes sense. It’s like gay pride, but poz pride instead. Ok, that’s cool,” I said trying to sound reassuring while feeling weird about it all and how I would fit in since I wasn’t poz.

 

I looked back and forth at my poz grampas who were stroking their cocks and making these very lewd confessions to me.

 

“Are you sure I will fit into your lives here? I’m not poz and, in fact, I should probably use condoms when I’m ready to have anal sex and I should get on Prep. Don’t you think?”

 

I looked down and saw my cock was hard and leaking. 

 

“No way, bubble butt Grandson, no way in hell: condoms are never ever to come into this poz-positive house unless the condoms are frozen and full of semen already so that we can shove it up buttholes and use it as lube. Do you understand me? Condoms are anti-life and are a symbol of shame and repression for us,” Donovan said as he eyed me seriously.

 

Frozen cum as lube? Fuck, that is nasty. Donovan was right, his imagination was off the charts filthy. And what will happen if one day Donovan really does try to ‘deflower my pretty pink shithole’ without a condom? How would he open up my tight pale pucker with his oversized poz penis? Will Prep be enough to protect me from it, from him??

 

“But sure, son, you can go on Prep,” Grampa Zeke said as he rubbed my thigh. I heard Donovan sort of cough and mutter something in the background.

 

“However,,” Donovan added, “Little Mikey, you gotta help me work on your Grampa Zeke here. He has to get over this incest barrier. Know what I’m saying, boy? The man is a pig, a proud poz pig, like his sexy leather cap says, so he doesn’t lack desire or imagination, usually.”

 

Seeing my two poz grampas stroking their meat while we had this ‘family’ coversation set something off in me.

 

Being poz was their essence so it was normalized into their lives, and their sex lives seemed to dominate. I started to feel a [banned word] desire to have Donovan inside me bare, his poz girthy uncut cock slowly opening me up, while my Grampa watched on the side. I imagined my Grampa Zeke’s excitement and him jacking off as he watched his sleazy pox-proud husband pound my virgin butt. My heart raced and my cock thickened as I imagined such an intimate initiation into this family.

 

“Well, there are things we can do that aren’t incest, Grampa Zeke,” I slipped off the high bar stool and put both hands on my Grampa’s knees. At 5 foot 4, it was like looking up at a god on a throne. As I gazed up at him, I could feel my face was red, like it got when I was horny or embarrassed, and I felt like a little boy begging his grandfather for some candy.

 

“Like, we can hug, right? And we can kiss?” I rubbed his hairy veiny legs all the way up his groin. “And maybe we can take showers together? And we can cuddle and snuggle together, right?”

 

Grampa Zeke’s cock started to thicken again as he looked in my eyes. “Yes, we can cuddle, son. I’d love that.”

 

“I hope we can all sleep together, Grampa. I mean at night just all spooning in the same bed. That’s not incest. Right? That’s just being loving. Little Mikey and his poz grampas all snuggle buggle together naked in bed. There’s no shame in that, is there? Two poz grampas and their non-poz grandson sharing hugs in bed?”

 

Donovan had approached us and standing over us his massive dong was now leaking over my Grampa Zeke’s erect penis, providing extra lube for the wet knob and foreskin already slick with toxic precum. He squeezed his pierce nipple through his Horny Poz Top t-shirt. I moaned and felt such lust that my asshole twitched.

 

Looking back up at Grampa Zeke I wanted to tease him even more. “And we can admire each other’s bodies, you can look at my bum and butthole anytime you want. I love showing it off for you and [banned word] Grampa D. You can tell me anytime “Mikey, spread your cheeks and show us your virgin pink boy cunt”. And I’ll do it, Grampa and that won’t be incest since you are just admiring it. Right? And you don’t have to penetrate me? You can watch and play with your poz penises, both of you. Right? I want to make you happy.”

 

“Do it now, Mikey!” Grampa Zeke growled. Shocked by the force of his voice, I slipped to the floor fast, got on all fours, stuck out my butt real high and reached back with one hand to pull a cheek apart. I craned my neck to look back at my poz grampas.

 

“Do you like my virgin boy hole, Grampas?” I dropped my face to the marble floor and used both hands now to fully spread out my glutes and exhibit my pretty virgin shitter to them. I wanted my Grampas to explode with desire in a super safe way.

 

“Fuck! Look at him! My grandson is a fucking pig slut exposing his tight cunt to his horny poz grandfather,” Grampa Zeke cried out as he jacked off frantically.

 

Grampa Donovan knew that Grampa Zeke was about to blow his load thanks to my disgusting and seductive narration.

 

“He really is your flesh and blood, you old dirty poz whore. He’s a filthy little cock tease,” Donovan said to Grampa.

 

Quickly, Donovan knelt down, took his husband’s penis into his mouth, and let Grampa Zeke fire off ropes of his old poz semen into his open gullet. The cries from Grampa Zeke were so loud I thought he might be in pain, but that soon turned into laughter as he pushed Grampa Donovan off his cock.

 

Donovan then walked over to me, lifted me up like I was a lightweight doll and placed me on the cold marble counter top. Grabbing a hold of my hard boy cock with one hand, he grabbed the back of my head with his other hand and forced his face to mine, pressing his lips against mine. I gasped and with my mouth open, he spat my Grampa Zeke’s ripe poz seed into my mouth. The grandfatherly cum slipped past my tongue and slid down my throat against my will. Still stroking my cock, it didn’t take Donovan long to make me ejaculate my young sperm with the knowledge that my Grampa’s seed was now part of me, something I had dreamt of for years. Except, I never thought of swallowing his poz load.

 

“You see, Mikey,” Donovan panted and growled as he bent to lick up his husband’s grandson’s semen from my belly, ”that wasn’t incest either. I’m the one that sucked your biological Grampa’s amazing cock and then fed his seed and your shared DNA to you. You two did not have sex together. The familial bond was left pure and unbroken but made stronger. Haha. I predict that, before the event is over today, you’ll be snowballing many many more loads of delicious poz seed from our lips, including ours.”

 

I lay back on the cool marble counter, feeling a kind of disgust and shame creep over me as the orgasm subsided. Wasn’t this partially incest? And was swallowing delicious poz seed really okay for a non-poz boy like me?

 

Grampa Zeke got off his chair and came over to me and stroked my face tenderly. He bent down and kissed me. His kissing was soft and sensuous, nothing like the brutal French kiss Donovan gave me.

 

“I made you cum, didn’t I, Grampa? Swallowing poz cum is ok, right Grampa?” I whispered to him between kisses. He didn’t reply but just groaned in my mouth as our tongues touched and his mustache ground against my smooth face.

 

Just then, I felt my legs being lifted and with my Grandfather’s lips on mine moving back and forth like a tickle and making me hard again. At the other end of my body, Donovan noisily spat the remnants of my Grampa’s poz seed onto my butt cheeks and I felt him massage the cum-saliva goo into my crack and on my my sweaty asslips with his calloused fingers.

 

“Don’t worry Mikey, this is safe and totally incest free,” Donovan chuckled with a sinister Vincent Price voice while he pushed his thumbs inside me and stretched out my virgin hole so much that it hurt.

 

“Gentlemen, what the holy fuck is going on here?” a brusque voice like a drill sergeant echoed in the room and instantly shattered the dreamlike state we were in.  “The men arrive in two hours and we need to set up the sex garage. Let’s get to work!”

 

The sound of a whip slapping flesh was followed by my Grampa Zeke yelping and withdrawing from me.

 

I lifted my head to see both my poz Grampas stand up immediately and stuff their meat back into their jockstraps. The leather clad chauffeur from earlier walked over to me as I lay draped naked like a sacrificial lamb on the marble counter.

 

“Well, well, well….Buttboy4older, you work fast” he chortled as he shook his head with disgust and traced his leather whip across my face and down to my cock and balls. I was scared. “I guess you are a slutty little pig just like your dirty old poz grampas. What incredible filth this ‘family’ is. Now get up and help us get ready! The Toxic Trolls are coming!”

[kitpig]

What a great new chapter… and that has now left me hoping that Grampa Zeke is the one to take Mikey’s virginity and break him open, filling him with poz cum!! 

[seattlebbbtm]

Fun

[Niceroundass]

Very nice Chapter, another step in the bonding of the three of them!!

Can't wait to hear bout the Toxic Trolls and  oversexed Dads and Grampas!!!

[nymidtowneast]

Toxic trolls, fucking hot! Something tells me he won't be neg for long.

[cman54]

Mikey is in for a great time for sure. Get his virgin ass knocked up!!!

[Speecar]

Love the build up. There's no way the boy will make it through the day without getting at least one poz load in that boy hole. The grandpas are fun and filthy characters and their non-incest workaround is a great tease 🙂

[Bart]

This is a hot story, I hope there will be more!

[SonovPriapos]

Prepared to act like a whore

 

The scary leatherman chauffeur put his hand on my shoulder and stopped me from following my two Grampas out of the kitchen and toward the garage.

 

He was another giant. As I hesitantly looked up to his unsmiling bearded and scarred face, I saw that he was wearing a silver name badge that said, “Poz Master Dolf”.

 

He bent down to whisper to me. “Are you really a virgin and not poz, slut boy?”

 

I truly felt like a young school child being scolded. Not only that, but I was still completely naked.  I blushed and nodded and bit my lip.

 

“Hmm. Well, this is against my rules. I’m Poz Master Dolf, the organizer of these parties that your dirty Grampas host and the one thing that makes everyone feel safe at my parties is knowing they are among their own toxic poz family.”

 

Dolf fished out something from his leather vest pocket and brought it to my lips.

 

“Take this, chew it, and swallow it. It’s a kind of strong PREP, to protect your ass from poz cum. It works quickly and you should be good to have sex with the HIV positive lechers tonight.”

 

I wanted to protest that I would not be having sex with the poz Trolls and that my Grampas would be protecting me. But he pushed the large piece of candy so deep into my mouth that I could only chew it with my back teeth before it melted and slid down my throat quickly.

 

“Now get in there and help set up,” he said as he turned my shoulders and pushed me away from him. He whacked my ass with his whip again which made me run away from him.

 

In the garage I saw my Grampa Zeke behind a bar complete with bar stools. He was busy setting up a keg of beer and attaching it to a spigot. Without looking up he said, “Go help Grampa Donovan, son.”

 

I heard a whistle and saw Donovan waving me down. I hurried past a couple of couches, fuck benches, a bathtub and at least four slings.

 

“When I pull this screen down, you need to attach it to the hooks in the cement,” he said as he used a long rod to draw down a huge screen from the ceiling. I located the ties on the bottom of the screen and connected them to the hooks on the floor.

 

“Is this for showing porn?” I asked.

 

“Kind of. We create our own slideshows for the guests with pictures and video clips from past events, as well as photos from our profiles on the bareback site. You’re in the slideshow too,” he said winking.

 

“Me? Why?” I asked.

 

“Your Grampa Zeke said to add you. He’s proud of you and wants to show you off. And we both want you to lose the shame and start being proud and build your sexual confidence.”

 

But wouldn’t all these men, when seeing my profile, think I am some slut boy who doesn’t care about getting HIV?

 

Yet Grampa Donovan already had other ideas. “Now, I have a plan to get you closer to your Grampa Zeke. But it’s a little sneaky so it has to be our secret for now."

 

“Gee, I don’t know,” I answered half-heartedly. I rubbed my belly thinking about how Grampa Zeke’s seed was already in me, and I knew I wanted more.

 

“Your dick says otherwise,” Grampa Donovan said pointing to my rising erection. “By the way, how is your Grampa’s poz semen doing inside you? Tasted good, right?”

 

I blushed as I felt my dick throb.

 

“Come, look at this.” He took me over to a garage door and then he went to the side of it and started to drag a wall of plywood on wheels in front of the garage door. As he locked the plywood wall in place I saw that it was full of holes and openings.

 

“Shit, is this a glory hole wall?” I asked wide-eyed. I walked the length of the wall running my hands around the padded and sticky edges of the holes and reading the spray painted graffiti on it like “Poz loads only”, “Spread the gift”, “All sperm is sacred”.

 

“Yep! And this is my idea,” Grampa Donovan took me round to the back of the wall between the garage door and the plywood glory hole wall. “See, later during the party, we give out the address online and local men are able to come and access the glory hole wall.. They can’t enter the party, but they can use the wall.”

 

My dick was really throbbing now. Grampa Donovan noticed and started to stroke me.

 

“Well, looks like baby boy Mikey likes this idea. Can you see where I’m going with this?”

 

I shook my head.

 

“See, your Grampa loves this wall. He loves sticking his thick poz dick into anonymous butt through the holes in this wall. So you will be here and…." he chuckled and grabbed my butt.

 

“Wait…So, I would be on the anonymous side while Grampa…?”

 

“Uh huh…” Grampa Zeke said as he pulled on my barely visible nipples. 

 

“But I’m a virgin. I’m too tight for him. Couldn’t I just suck him instead?” I winced trying to shake his touch on my now sore nips.

 

“Nah, that won’t work. He just loves using this wall for breeding butt. But don’t worry, I got this figured out. I think we can have you opened up enough that he can penetrate you through your first sphincter and after that, you’ll see, I predict you will open up even further."

 

“But wait, Grampa fucks guys through the wall here? Do they know he is poz, that the Toxic Trolls will be using the wall tonight?”

 

“Damn, Mikey!  It don’t fuckin matter. Nobody cares! The guys coming to the wall from the outside only hear about it through a bareback site, so they are fully aware of what kind of cock they might encounter. It’s just raw, promiscuous barebacking and cum exchanging. Come on, buddy....think about how it would feel to have your Grampa inside you finally after all these years. Plus, you're safe. It takes more than one fuck to get HIV. I know I can’t wait to see it!"

 

Grampa Donovan's fingers had now found their way to my hole and he was massaging it. “I know you want your Grampa’s thick meat inside your hole, ButtBoy.”

 

Naked and hard and standing with him at this glory hole wall, I felt so exposed. My fantasy profile on the bareback site was becoming something I was expected to live up to. What a mind fuck.

“Well, I did take PREP tonight," I said.

 

“You did? You’re on PREP??” Donovan's eyes widened.

 

“Yes, no…well I got some from a friend. Just in case."

 

“Oh man, this is perfect,’ Grampa Donovan slapped my ass really hard.

 

Turning from him, I looked through a hole in the plywood wall and saw my Grampa in the distance as he was setting up the bar. I know it was unnatural, but I felt such love and lust for him. It did make me horny to think of him feeding his cock to me through the hole. It felt very [banned word] and naughty. Maybe once we bonded like this, he would be more comfortable with our special family ties. And I had taken the PREP candy from Dolf, so I was probably protected.

 

“Damn, your hole is moist, Mikey. But we gotta get you opened up man.  Now, I am going to walk back with you and tell Grampa we are going to grab your outfit for the evening. Then, I will lube up your hole and we’ll stick a nice soft plug up there and in a couple of hours, you will be primed to be fucked by your hot poz grandfather.”

 

Without any further discussion, Grampa Zeke guided me back through the garage.

 

“Mikey wants an outfit!” He said giving a thumbs up to my Grampa as we hurriedly passed by the bar.

 

“Make it quick, you two!” He called after us as my Grampa continued to busy himself with setting up. Geez, the Toxic Trolls must drink a lot, I thought as I saw tall beer flasks line the counter.

 

Inside the bedroom, Grampa Zeke had me jump on the bed on all fours while he applied a thick but cool cream to my hole. “This lube has extra strength CBD in it, so your cunt is going to open up really fast and feel numb and receptive.”

 

“Wait, what? My "cunt"? I don't like that word” I blurted out.

 

"Get used to it, pussy boy Mikey," he said with an evil laugh.

 

But immediately he used his rough hands and long fingers to push the greasy lube inside me while stretching out my anus. Somehow, my tight pink hole opened up in seconds.

 

“Damn this is making me hard, ButtBoy. I might have to fuck you myself” he chuckled.

 

I did feel my hole get wider than I had ever felt it before and the warmth from it spread deep inside. This felt great. Perhaps getting fucked wouldn’t feel so bad after all.

 

“Now, in one, two…”I heard my poz Grampa D say.

 

Before reaching three, Donovan grunted and forced the large soft plug up my hole. My asslips immediately locked onto the foreign object and suddenly I felt like I had a balloon inside me.

 

My face was red, I was blushing from a feeling of dull pain and muted pleasure, but my dick was rock hard. My heart raced as I felt Grampa Donovan tap and rotate the butt plug several times so it made my butt and body vibrate.

 

Donovan then wiped my ass with a towel to remove the rest of the thick and numbing lube.

 

“Damn, Mikey. You did well baby boy. I think your hole was made for this kind of thing. It’s like it was aching for it. Your Grampa’s gonna love it!”

 

The big butt plug throbbed in my butt and it felt good to use my ass muscles to pull it in and out of my anus ring.

 

“Now, put this on. I got this specially for you.”  He threw a ripped tank top over to me and when I sat up to put it on I read that it said “ButtBoy4Older”. When I pulled it over my head, it barely covered my nipples.

 

“Wear these too,” he said as he threw some very skimpy denim shorts at me.

 

“Are you sure my Grampa won’t know we are trying to trick him?” I asked as I pulled on the skin tight shorts. I saw my reflection in a mirror and gasped as I realized that I looked like a truck stop slut, just like I had seen in some amateur porn flicks.

 

“And this,” he said as he threw a baseball cap at me that said “Daddy’s Slut”.

 

Looking at the cap I said. “Won’t this give the wrong impression? Are you sure Grampa won’t get suspicious seeing this?”

 

“Your Grampa will be trying to protect your ass tonight, not fuck it.”

 

With the cap on my head, I saw the mirror reflect a wanton and lurid image of a young male slut. All I needed was a lollipop in my mouth to complete the obscene image.

 

“Isn’t this a bit much? Don’t I look like a tramp?”

 

“It’s just to tease the men. Before we knew you were our Grandson, your Grampa loved talking about how he would love to whore you out. Now, one of your tasks tonight is to work the check in table, where you will…welcome the Toxic Trolls.”

 

“Wait…Grampa Zeke wanted to whore me out?”

 

“Yes, little Mikey. He got really excited fantasizing about corrupting you into a cock hungry slut for the poz trolls and men like them. But again, that’s before he knew you were related.” Grampa Donovan squeezed his own meat as he spoke to me.

 

“Would he still like that, do you think? To have you guys whore me out? Would that make him get over the incest stuff?” I said feeling inspired by the idea of what might bring Grampa Zeke closer to me.

 

“Let me tell you something, Grandson. Your Grampa Zeke is as dirty minded as I am. He might appear all kind and paternal but his Achilles heel is any uninhibited and submissive cock hungry boy who loves taking loads. If he thought that was who you really were, I think he would drop the mask and pound his poz seed into you as often as he could. It would make you irresistible to him, and me.”

 

Hmm, I thought to myself, as long as I am on the PREP like Dolf gave me and Grampa Zeke thinks I’m a whore, he would be more likely to finally give himself to me completely and I wouldn’t get HIV. So, that settles it. Tonight I will act like a total boy whore and get Grampa Zeke really excited, and he will fuck me anonymously through the glory hole wall. And then, I’ll reveal to him that he fucked me.

 

“Ok. How do I work the check in table for the Toxic Trolls? What do I need to do?” I asked as I admired my plump ass and boyish looks in the mirror.

 

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