This is a story about young men sex. The ages are not specific but it is implied that the main character is high school age. If you don't like that DON'T read it! You have been warned. It is intended for adults to read, not for minors. It is a fantasy, and am I in no way admonishing or encouraging anything with this fictional work. Read only with pure pleasure in mind. No effort to portray safe sex practices has been made. If you have any comments send them to whiteboyzbottom@gmail.com or if you would like to chat with me you can reach me at AIM at whiteboyzbottom.
Part 2 - Grandpa's Discipline
Twenty minutes later, Dante slowly pulled up his pants and underwear and then stood up. He was very sore and he could feel leftover semen still oozing from his open hole. The pain made it almost impossible for him to walk to the side path to retrieve his backpack. He had no idea how long of a walk he still had and the sun was beginning to go down. His mother would certainly be worried. She had taken a job at a diner near the school working nights. Usually she didn't leave the house until eight at night to work the overnight shift. Dante thought about what his grandfather would say as he slowly made his way back to the house. Most likely he would be in front of the TV with a beer eating a TV dinner. That was his routine every night. Dante staggered into the house an hour later. Grandpa Willie was in front of the TV just as Dante knew he would be. He yelled at Dante when he heard the front door shut.
"The hell you been boy. You know how late it is. Your mother has been calling here every ten minutes asking if you gotten your narrow ass in this house," he yelled over the TV. Dante could only see the back of his head and the light from the TV in the living room as he stood in the hallway in front of the steps.
"I'm sorry Grandpa. I met up with some friends after school and we lost track of time. I didn't mean to make Mom worry," said Dante. He wasn't about to tell his grandfather that he had been picked up after school and raped out in the woods.
"No excuses boy. In this house you follow my rules. Now get upstairs and take your shower. I'll be upstairs in a minute with my belt," said Willie without even turning around to face the teen.
"But Grandpa. It wasn't my fault," Dante pleaded.
"I don't want to hear it. Now get upstairs like I told you before I really get mad," he yelled.
Dante didn't argue. He went up the stairs to his room and pulled off his clothes. He reaked of urine and sweat. He put his clothes in a bag and then in a hamper in his closet. He would wash those personally. Once naked, he went across the hall to the bathroom and turned on the hot water to take a shower. It felt good to wash off all of that dried urine, sweat and cum stains off his body. He put a finger back between his ass cheeks and felt his hole. It had snapped back to it's original size and he tried to relax it with his pointer finger. He could still feel semen inside and he wanted to get it all out. He fingered his hole with slow careful strokes. This made his teen cock get hard. He continued to massage his own hole and stroke his dick at the same time while the water from the shower washed over him. In minutes he was spraying the shower wall with his sperm. He washed it off with his rag and then turned off the water in the shower. He was dripping wet and the cold floor from the bathroom sent a shock through his system.
He walked back to his room and looked through his dresser for a pair of clean underwear. Just then he heard footsteps on the stairs. Grandpa Willie was coming upstairs to whip him for sure. He had never been beaten before. His Mom did not believe in corporal punishment so she had never disciplined him like that. This was all new to him. He didn't know if he should be naked or in just his underwear or fully clothed. All he had to go on for experience was what his friends told him back at his old school.
Willie didn't knock or ask if Dante was decent, he just opened the door and walked right in. His grandson was standing in the middle of the room in only a pair of fresh white fruit of the loom briefs. He gave the boy a good look and realized that he was the spitting image of his loser father with the exception of lighter skin and curly hair.
"Sit down," said Willie as he pointed to the bed. Dante obeyed without question. Dante was frightened of his grandfather and Willie knew that. He could tell by the way that he acted towards him in the house. It was a pretty small house, with only three bedrooms, but Dante managed to dodge his grandfather every chance he got.
"I just want to say I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make anybody worry, really," said Dante hoping that if he just apologized incessantly maybe Willie would not spank him. He was wrong.
"Look here. When you get out of school, I expect you home right after, you hear me?" asked Willie.
"Yes SIR," said Dante looking at the floor.
Willie was standing over him. He was a big man, about six feet tall and maybe 200 pounds. He wasn't fat, but he did have a little stomach. His hair was mostly gray but it was still thick and full. Willie used to play football back in school and still managed to keep up his linebacker's body, somewhat. It was the beers that caused him to have a gut. His eyes were gray like the color of steel, but there seemed to be no kindness or warmth in them at all. He had thin lips and a tight little mouth that never smiled. At least Dante had never seen a smile on his face.
"Now I know your mother is one of them liberals who don't believe in giving kids the strap, but I'm from the old days. When a boy is bad he either gets taken out behind a woodshed or his old man would pull him cross his lap, pull down his trousers and really give it to him," said Willie.
"Oh please dont grandpa. I'll never be late again, I swear," said Dante. There was pure fear in his eyes.
"I know you wont. This is to reinforce that fact," said Willie as he slowly undid his belt and pulled it out from the loops of his pants. He took a seat near Dante on the bed and spread his legs open wide. He pulled Dante like a rag doll and threw him across his lap with one jerk. Dante had started crying before the belt made contact. "Quit that whining. In my day, we learned to take our beatings like men. These days, you boys are just pussies."
Dante tried to suck it up but he just couldn't. Willie put one hand on Dante's back and then pulled down Dante's underwear with his other hand. He was now naked with his ass pointed up at his grandfather's face. Willie reached back with the leather belt gripped in his fist and came down across Dante's ass. He screamed. Willie paid no attention and reached up once again and let the belt come down again across Dante's ass cheeks. He did this over and over again. Dante could not stop crying. He moved his arms and tried to block the belt with his hands, but Willie held the boy's hands tight behind his back. Dante continued to squirm as he felt the heat from his grandfather's lap.
Willie then dropped the belt on the floor and began to slap Dante's ass with his bare hands. This went on for ten minutes, slapping each cheek in turn and then together. Dante's butt had turned a ripe red color. After another ten smacks, Willie stopped the spanking and rubbed the boys sore buns. He then pulled him up off his lap and picked the belt up off the floor. He stood so that he towered over the boy. "Next time, I wont be so easy on you," he said.
Dante began to cry again and dropped his head. Just as his gaze went to the floor, he noticed a tent had grown in the front of his grandfather's pants. Did he get off on this? Nonsense, Dante thought as he massaged his sore butt and put his underwear back on and prepared for bed.
"I'll be back to check on you after the game is over. Now go to bed" he said as he left out of the room. He switched off the light and closed the door slowly behind him.
Dante prayed that he would never do anything to piss off his grandfather and make him spank him again. He shed a few tears into his pillow before he drifted off to sleep. A few hours later, after he had already fallen asleep. The door creaked open as Willie quietly walked into his grandson's room. The boy was sleeping peacefully under the covers. Willie walked over to the bed and gently pulled the sheets back to take another good look at the boy's young body. He was beautiful, for sure. He reached out and touched the boy's ripe round buns. There was no movement. He slid his hand under the waistband of the underwear and felt the warm touch of the boys soft buns. It took almost of all his strength not to throw the boy down and ram his hard cock in his ass while he was giving him a spanking. He noticed during their session that a clear thin liquid leaked from the boy's ass while he was using the belt. That's when he knew he could have the boy for real. The thought that someone had already taken the boy's 15 year old cherry and had already creamed his walls made Willie's own cock stand at attention. He was wearing only a robe. His daugther, Julie, would be at until the breakfast rush at the dine so he had all night to play.
He had plenty of nigger tail in his day but none as beautiful and innocent as this one. The last time was maybe a year or two ago when a black couple had broken down about a mile away from his house. The man had walked to the nearest house, his, to ask to use the phone or for help getting to a garage. Willie couldn't resist, and the man was more than willing to drop to his knees to show his appreciation for helping him and his wife out in a crisis.
This treat would be much sweeter. He sniffed the boy's scent and became intoxicated. He had to have him. He stood up and untied his robe. Slowly, he pulled the robe off and let it fall to the floor. Now he was completely naked, massaging his eight inch cock to full erection. It didn't take long. Willie had no problems getting and keeping at erection at his age, even without a little blue pill. He told himself that he was born to fuck. He got into bed with the youth and pulled him close to his body. It was a tight squeeze in the small twin sized bed but he would make do. In his sleep, Dante automatically reached out and wrapped his arms around his naked grandfather. Willie gave the boy a kiss on his forehead and squeezed him, holding him close to his hairy chest.
Instinctly, Willie's cock got hard and poked the boy in his side. Dante felt for it in his sleep and rubbed it with his hands. "Suck it boy," he whispered into Dante's ear. He wasn't sure if the boy was sleeping or just pretending, but he didn't care. Willie grabbed the boy by his chin and planted a kiss on his tender, soft lips. The boy was kissing back now. Dante opened his eyes and looked his grandfather in the eyes with a look of shock.
"Grandpa Willie?" he asked.
"Yes boy. Grandpa is here and wants to sample your sweet black ass," said Willie as he kissed the boy on his nipples. Willie was rock hard and still being stroked.
Dante was also rock hard. Dante didn't know if he was dreaming or what. He knew whatever it was, the feeling was great. It felt a lot better than being with those two sadistic punks who raped him earlier. He threw his head back as his grandfather licked and sucked on each nipple in turn. Willie's hands rubbed all over Dante's smooth young body. There was hardly any hair anywhere, except for a small patch around his dick and balls. Willie wanted to taste the boy's hole. He pulled off Dante's underwear and threw it on the floor. Then he rolled him over on his stomach and spread his legs apart. Dante did not know what was about to come next. Willie ran his hands all along the side of Dante's body and his tongue down his spine. The feeling was amazing.
Willie let his tongue travel down, past the boy's tail bone, between his ass cheeks to the dark, hairless hole in between. Dante heard a moan escape his lips, but he did not recognize the voice. This one was softer and much more feminine sounding. The boy's voice had not fully dropped yet so there were times when people would mistake him for a girl on the phone still. Dante's girly sounding moans seemed to drive Willie mad with pleasure as he dove deeper into Dante's hole. His face was planted in the young boy's backside, his strong, rough, white hands gripped the soft brown hips and held them still while he licked and tasted Dante's chocolate tunnel. Dante was still fresh from his shower and all Willie could smell was the scent of Ivory soap and the boy's own natural musk.
"Grandpa, is this for real?" asked Dante as he bit the pillows, trying not to let another girlish moan escape his lips.
"Yes baby! Grandpa likes the dark meat. I had no idea you would be down for this though. I could have been taking that ass of yours," said Willie between licks.
"But how did you know I would....?" began Dante.
"I saw the cum oozing out of your sweet little hole while I was spanking you boy. I knew you were out getting fucked. That's why you were late coming home from school today," said Willie.
"But it's not what you think Grandpa. I didn't let them," said Dante.
"Them? More than one? You really are a hot little whore," said Willie.
"They said they were gonna give me a ride Grandpa and I believed them. I didn't know that they would," said Dante starting to cry.
"They take your sweet black cherry boy? Tell Grandpa who did it. They fuck your sweet black ass?" asked Willie, who had stopped licking and was now positioning his hard dick at Dante's now slick, and wet hole.
"Yes SIR," said Dante.
Willie eased his cock inside Dante's tight little tunnel. Dante screamed from the pain but held on. He buried his face in the pillows to keep from making too much noise. His hole had snapped back to its original shape and not it was like he was being opened back up all over again. Willie knew how to fuck a boy's ass. He teased the hole with his cock and would take slow strokes while he slid in half-way and then pulled out and then slid back in again.
The pain quickly turned to pleasure as Dante tried to throw his ass back and meet Willie with each stroke. the fact that Dante was now fucking him back proved that he wanted those guys to bang his little box. Willie knew deep down his grandson was a hot ass, dick taking slut. He was going to fuck the boy every chance he got. Secretly, he cursed the men who took the boy's virginity and robbing him the chance to do it. The boy's ass was warm and tight, just what Willie needed after a hard day's work at the plant.
Dante was moaning again. He couldn't believe that he was getting fucked yet again in the course of one day. Secretly, he wished that what he was doing would make his grandfather be nicer to him. He wanted validation from the man, since he never knew his own father. If letting the man fuck him would secure a good relationship, then Dante was willing to accept the guilt of having sex with his own grandfather.
Willie was really fucking the boy now. He could feel his climax reaching the point of no return and he was determined to mark the boy with his own sperm. Dante was holding the bars of the headboard tight and biting the pillow as Willie rode him. He hoped that it would be over soon because he wasn't sure how much more of an assault his poor hole could take. Willie grabbed a handful of Dante's curly hair and pulled. Dante screamed from the pain as Willie continued to fuck him painfully. He was still screaming as Willie began to climax. The warm shots of semen seemed to sooth his insides. Willie slapped Dante on his ass as he continued to orgasm inside Dante. When it was finally over, Willie fell onto Dante's back and drifted off to sleep.