Subject: Discovering Papa -Part 2 Reader Note: This is an unexpected expected encounter between a grandfather and his grandson and an exploration of their love and desires. If this offends you or if you are not of legal age, then please do not read this. If you have comments, please email me ail. I’d love to hear from you. To those who have written me already, thanks for the feedback. Yes, I know this might be slow for some, but real life is sometimes a sexy slow build…in real life seductions and fantasies. I know they were in my life. Also, please give to Nifty, your support keeps it going! After all I saw last night, I wasn’t sure how I was going to get through the day without someone knowing something was “wrong,” that something changed. I did know that I couldn’t stay in my room all morning hiding with my hardon that refused to go away, but I stayed until I heard Mom calling me down for breakfast. Worried I’d get a stiffy around Papa, I pulled on some briefs under my pajama pants and went down. Everyone was already awake and either doing something to get breakfast ready or already sitting down to eat. I said good morning, and then as I always did, I gave Mimi a kiss and hug good morning, and then went to Papa at the sink to kiss and hug him. I’d gotten hard just seeing him and worried he’d give me a hug and feel it. Thankfully he was washing some dishes so he gave me a kiss and I got to give him a side hug, making sure I didn’t press my lap into him. As always, I sat next to Papa at breakfast. He had the head of the table and I next to him. I tried to just eat and keep my head down because every time he looked at me I feared I was blushing. All I could see was his cock in his big strong hands, not his fork or knife. I kept daydreaming about him taking it out and showing it to me under the table without anyone looking. And then, as if we could freeze time and everyone wouldn’t move or see what was happening, I imagined he’d push back from the table and show me how he jerks off as the sun showed me every vein and curve of his big Papa cock. “Hey, you okay, kiddo?” Papa caught me in the middle of this fantasy. “Huh?” “You’ve seemed off since you got down here,” Dad said. It was true. I was usually a lot more bubbly and asking to help out and talking to everyone. “Oh, well, yeah. I, uh, just didn’t sleep well.” I felt like I should add some more and said, “And, I, uh, I had some crazy dreams. Kept waking up from them.” “Sorry,” Papa said, rubbing the top of my head and pressing his leg into my to comfort me. “Anything you want to talk about?” “No. I just need to wake up and shake it off I guess. I’m good. Honest.” I loved how he always wanted to be there for me. Always told me to call him if I needed anything or if some kid was picking on me at school. He was so amazingly awesome. Not wanting to make eye contact with anyone, I just shoved food in my mouth and kept quiet. There were so many of us at the table and so much conversation that my voice didn’t seem all that missed. What I hoped no one noticed was that I kept trembling a little how Papa’s leg would keep pressing into mine. It always did when we sat at the table, but now it felt different. It sent shockwaves through me. I was scared people would see how nervous I was. Nervously I pushed my leg into his and gave him a smile. He pressed back and gave me his charming smile along with that wink that always made me melt. Breakfast went without any more hitches and I slowly forced myself to be the kid everyone was used to. So much so that by the time we were cleaning up dishes, Papa kissed me atop the head as he got up and told me he was glad to see I was feeling better. The rest of that day was a bit of a blur and went too slowly. I just wanted it to be bedtime again – for everyone – so I could sneak downstairs and hopefully catch Papa jerking off again. I couldn’t help but wonder if he did this every night and I never knew. It was consuming me. Before bedtime though we decided to watch some TV together. We had this awesome big “pit” kind of couch shaped in a huge “U” so a bunch of us could fit on it if we wanted to. My little brother was already in bed, and my sister was getting ready to. It was just going to be mom and dad, Mimi and Papa, and me. Mom and Dad knew I didn’t need as much sleep (I was always a night owl), and since I was always good about getting my homework done they gave me a much later bedtime than my friends. My body felt, I don’t know, I guess you’d say “alive” all day. I spent most of it trying to hide my hard on. Because of that I chose to sit over by Dad for the movie, but he asked why I wasn’t cuddling up to Papa since he and I could cuddle more when they went back home. Papa gave me a smile and said, “Get over here kiddo,” making room to snuggle up to him on the couch. I wanted this more that anything…and it terrified me to no end. I wouldn’t be able to hide my trembling. To be honest, I don’t recall much of what we watched. All I could feel was Papa’s body next to mine. We laid side by side, his arm around me, our bodies touching the full length of his grandson. Papa and I were cuddling as innocently as we always did, but after last night Papa was now capable of being all about sex. He was always sexy, and I always had a crush on him, but this was different, I always saw him as Papa, and my crush was as romantic as it was anything else, but now it was like all of him was built for sex…and sex I kocaeli escort bayan craved already at my age, even if people wouldn’t understand. I know it’s weird, but before Papa was just Papa, but now in some ways, his entire body had become his cock. Just touching him made me feel like I was sneaking sex from him without anyone knowing. I tried to not think about it. Trying to hide my nerves, I grabbed a blanket so I could throw it over me, hide my little hard on, and hopefully stay warm and not shiver. I know, dumb, since the shivering was nerves and not from being cold. Drifting into my daydreams again, feeling his hand on the back of my neck, his fingers absentmindedly rubbing my head, I found myself paying attention to how he smelled, how his breath sounded, how his fingers felt, how his skin touching mine sent warmth through me. I couldn’t pay attention to the TV. I tried, but I was cuddled up next to him and all I could see was the slight bulge in his pants. I knew what was in there. What it looked like. How he made it feel good. It was all I could think about. Then I remembered that the hand rubbing my head, neck, and shoulder was the same one that was holding his cock. The same one his cum ran down after the spurts stopped. “Oh god,” I kept thinking. “Stop it. Just stop it.” Would it really be so bad if I found time to be alone with Papa and lie, tell him the introductory talk about our bodies left me confused and curious to know more and that Dad didn’t want to talk about it? Maybe I could ask him to explain and show me the stuff I supposedly didn’t understand…even though I had found Dad’s porn magazines in kindergarten? As I thought about what we learned in school (which was silly considering all I knew from Dad’s “hidden” porn magazine), and then what Mom and Dad taught me, something so hot crossed my mind that I almost exploded without touching myself. It was something so obvious, and something I already knew, but I didn’t really think about it in detail before. Papa’s cock made my Dad. And the night before I had seen the very cock he used to shoot his cum into Mimi and make my Dad. Papa’s cock made the cock that Dad strokes. The one he stokes when I’m spying on him as often as possible. So what hit home was if Dad’s body is made from Papa’s cum, then that cum is in Dad, and so by that way of thinking, last night Papa was stroking the cock and working out the cum that made me. That meant that I already had Papa’s and Dad’s cum in me. I just wanted more of it. Maybe that’s why I was drawn to it so much. Maybe that’s why I wanted Dad so much. I looked over and imagined him taking his cock out and showing me the same seed that made me as it landed on his chest like I’d spied him doing on the very same couch. The very thought was so amazing that I started shaking. “Hey, are you cold?” Papa asked, startling me. “Huh?” “You’re shaking.” “No. I mean…I don’t know.” What was I supposed to say? “You sure?” “I hope I’m not getting sick. I feel a little, I don’t know, weird.” I felt trapped and needed to lie. “Maybe you should head up to bed early tonight then,” Mom said, hearing what I said. I didn’t want to. All I could say was, “Can’t I stay here with Papa?” “Your mom’s right, Scotty. Get some sleep so you shake it off. We can do this tomorrow. We still have plenty of time,” Papa said. “Okay.” I made myself sound really bummed. Papa chuckled and leaned over and hugged me and gave me a kiss on the head. “Sleep well kiddo.” I wanted him to kiss my lips like our family always did, but I knew he didn’t in case I was getting sick. I said goodnight to everyone and went upstairs. Alone, my hand was down my pants the moment I touched the last stair. My brother and sister were in bed and my little dick had been hard for so long I worried that I’d break it. I didn’t know if that was possible but it hurt. I knew the next hours would pass so slowly, but I needed to jerk myself off. I got into my bed and pushed my pants down so I could play with myself. My balls were still too little to hold my pants under them like Dad’s did, and like Papa’s did, but I tried anyway. No luck. I kept thinking about how amazing Papa looked, how wet his cock was, what it sounded like when he got wetter. I kept seeing what his head looked like as it got bigger, slicker. I kept seeing how much cum shot out of him and dribbled down his hand after the first bursts exploded out. I thought about how that cock and cum made Dad, and how Dad’s cum made me, so that meant I had Daddy and Papa in my blood already. It was too much. I was about to cum. But just as I was about to give myself an orgasm I stopped. Maybe there was a way to be near some of that cum again, even if it wasn’t fresh. Thinking that maybe Dad had a pair of underwear he’d recently used to wipe up after jerking off, I thought maybe I could sneak to the hamper in his room and find a pair. It had been a while since I was able to take one, but this was the best chance I had in a long time. If I was lucky there would at least be a pair with some dry stains for me. I put my pajamas back on and walked to the hallway. My little wood was sticking out — I left my underwear off — but after hearing everyone’s voices downstairs I figured I could make a quick dash to mom and dad’s bedroom closet and back to my room before anyone came upstairs. I all but ran. When I got there I opened the lid and dug through a bunch of clothes, but there wasn’t much. kocaeli sınırsız escort Mimi must have done the clothes while mom and dad were at work. Then I remembered, Dad went running with Papa that morning. I grabbed the underwear dad usually works out in, the ones his cock and balls would have been pressing against and sweating in. The shorts his hairy ass would have sweat all over. My frustration at not finding dry cum stains went away because the shorts I grabbed were actually still damp since they were under his towel from showering. Resisting the urge to jerk right there, I threw the clothes back into the hamper and ran back to my bed with my prize. In no time I was naked on my bed and my little boy cock was in my fingers as I brought Dad’s shorts to my face and inhaled. Oh god. It was heaven. How could I even explain the rush of smelling Dad’s scent like this, dampened from his towel so it felt fresh? He must have sweat so much in them as he ran mile after mile. In the dark of my room I began to rub them over my face. I wanted this to last longer so I let go of myself. As it was, I almost came without touching myself. Using both hands I pressed where Dad’s cock would have been against my nose and mouth and rubbed the fabric all over my face. I was sure the feeling I got was like I saw adults get when they drank too much. My whole body was spinning. I felt lightheaded. I wondered if Papa smelled the same. I wondered if I could find a pair of Papa’s running shorts or wiped up cum before he went back home. That did it. Without thinking, the moment my fingers touched my cock it happened. My entire body tensed up and I was cumming. My little balls pulled up and my dry orgasm shook my entire body as I stifled my crying out by sucking on dad’s damp shorts. It was all I could do to not wake my brother up in the room next door as I cried out to Daddy and Papa. When I was done shaking and my breathing calmed down, I was completely exhausted. I knew if I didn’t move I’d fall asleep naked on top of my bed, so I tucked Dad’s damp shorts into my pillowcase and crawled under the covers. While I was determined to stay awake to catch Papa, I was passed out before I knew it was coming, I don’t know how long I slept, but I woke to the sound of Dad’s voice. I bolted upright thinking it was morning and missed my chance, but it was still dark out. I looked at the clock. I’d been asleep for two hours! “Goodnight, Dad,” Dad was saying. “Glad we had time to stay up and talk. We don’t get to do that enough.” Papa’s muffled voice came from downstairs, probably saying the same thing. I was excited because this meant I still had a chance to catch him jerking off; that is if Papa jerked off as much as Dad did. My heart was racing so fast that there was no way I’d get to sleep now. Being after midnight, Mimi and Mom would have gone to bed long ago, so I knew that meant it was only Dad and Papa that were still up in the house. I knew Dad would be undressing and crawling into bed next to mom, and Papa would be undressing and crawling into bed with Mimi, both of them sleeping like the night before. Or so I hoped. With Mimi and Mom asleep it gave both of them the perfect time in bed to quietly jerk off before falling asleep. Just the idea of both of them getting hard right now and maybe playing with their cocks like I wanted to do with mine was enough to get me shaking again. My little dick was already so sore from how hard it had been for the past 24 hours that thinking about them only made it worse…but I didn’t care. It wasn’t going to get soft any time soon. My little cock and I had only one mission, to hopefully see Papa like I did last night. I wanted to, badly. So much so that the right word was “need.” I needed to see him. Usually I’d have been sneaking to Dad’s door that was always open a crack and gave me a great view of mom and dad’s bed to watch him jerk, but while I had the chance during their visit, I needed to see if I had another chance at watching Papa doing just that — jerking the cock that made my hot dad. Dad’s light was off as I opened my door and quietly snuck into the hallway. I didn’t have to sneak. I could have used the excuse of going to the bathroom if someone was up, but I was as quiet as possible because I couldn’t sleep until I tried to see Papa. I didn’t want anyone to hear me awake and come asking why I was up or how I was feeling. What was I going to say? “I really need to play with a grown man’s cock, but since I can’t, I’m going to spy on Dad and Papa as much as I can?” Okay, I admit I did have that fantasy with Dad or some of our neighbors or my friends’ dads and telling them that if I was caught doing something, but that’s not what this is about. All I could think about was Papa’s cock exploding in the dim light of our guest room. It felt like an eternity had passed, but quietly I made it down the stairs without making them creak or waking up Scout, our family dog. The last thing I needed was his nails on the floor giving away that I was slowly moving through the kitchen towards Mimi and Papa. Again, I could use an excuse of getting water, but no, I was determined. Papa. It was all about Papa and his wet cock in his hand again. It’s what I saw all day and night long and by the time I reached the hallway to get to their door I swore someone could feel my body shaking and hear my heartbeat exploding out my chest. Thankfully I could izmit anal yapan escort see their door was open. It always was. And there was the faint light of a lamp in the room. I guessed it was probably the one next to Papa’s bed based on the amount of light coming into the hallway. I paused just in case that meant he was still awake and moving around. I took a quick glance at the bathroom door across from their room and it was empty; the light was off. I couldn’t hear anyone moving around the room, so I crept to the edge of the doorway, took a deep breath, and peered around the corner. First came the lamp that stopped Papa from seeing me at the doorway. And then I saw his bare chest with a hand rubbing it, fingers running through his salt and pepper hair around his nipple. And then I saw what I came for, and I’ll never know how I didn’t gasp out loud. His other hand was around his cock. His hard, shiny-headed Papa cock. I felt my knees buckle and my entire body shake. Last night I could only see him in the dim light of the room, but tonight his light was on, and it was in full view. Reddening. Thick. I could see the lines of the veins better. I could see the wetness of his head. I could see his fingers playing with his nipples. Without hesitation I pulled the waistband of my pajamas under my little balls so my much smaller boy cock could spring free. It was so sore…but I needed this. Wanted this more than anything. I was in a trance. If someone woke up and came behind me I’d never have known. All I focused on was Papa and his body, his cock. It was all I could do to not walk in and beg him to touch it. He let out a moan as I watched him gently move his hips. It looked like he gave his cock a big squeeze as he ran his hand down to his balls and did the same because I stream of clear liquid oozed out his cock and over his fingers. Precum. I learned this word from Dad’s porn magazines and story books, and I’d seen Dad do the same when I spied on him. But this was just feet away from me. I wanted to know what it tasted like, and apparently so did Papa, because once it dripped over a few fingers I watched Papa bring it to his face. Unfortunately I don’t know if he tasted it or just spit on his hand because I heard the sound of him spitting, and then the amazing sound of a very wet hand slicking up his cock. Up. Down. Sloshing spit and precum. Up. Down. It was the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. I could barely touch my cock. It was so hard I worried it would explode because it couldn’t hold all the blood rushing to it. As I saw Papa’s cock grow redder as he kept stroking it made me feel better. It was normal to feel that way. Or at least I hoped. I slowly rubbed down my naked chest towards my cock as I watched Papa slap his cock against his open palm. That sound. His baby making cock against skin, like a face, an ass. I imagined it was me. My fingers slid around the base of my own little dick. I chanced putting a finger under and on top of it. I remember thinking, “Please don’t cum. Not yet.” Apparently the spit on Papa’s hand was making him get close to cumming. He sighed more. I heard a quiet, “Fuck.” I watched as he pinched the base of his cock. He looked so thick then. It would bob and he’d gently shake his legs under the sheets. In time I’d learn this was a man edging, but back then I was a bit confused but turned on. When he pinched the base of his cock though I got a full clear shot of it, of the precum oozing down. The stuff he leaked before he made Dad. That meant it was part of me. I couldn’t help it. That thought made my entire body seize up. No amount of letting go of my little dick stopped my orgasm. I brought my arm to my mouth and bit it; stifling the gasp I wanted to make as I had my little boygasm thinking that Papa’s cum was inside my body because it made daddy who made me. I moved away from the wall so I wouldn’t make a sound hitting the doorframe. “Oh god,” I thought. “Don’t ruin this.” And I convulsed as I tried to keep upright, stop my knees from buckling. Whatever Papa was thinking about he couldn’t hold back anymore. Just as I recovered from my unexpected orgasm, Papa’s hand started stroking faster, the wet sounds of his hand louder, wetter. I could see his chest start to rise and fall faster, but my hand went to my cock again as I watch his one hand pinch one of his nipples as his hand became a blur. I braced myself against the door, mesmerized. I heard a few deep breaths, and then it happened. His hand froze, his legs stiffened, and from the head of his very red head a volley of cum exploded out onto his hairy chest, then another onto his stomach. I know I gasped a faint “oh god.” I couldn’t help it. I hoped to God he didn’t hear me over his heavy breaths. A third shot erupted out and landed on his hand that resumed stroking, covering his cock in cum. My hand was stroking my cock so fast that I felt it happening again. Papa’s cum was all over his hand, his cock, and he let out a moan as he wiped up some of the cum from his chest and played with it between his fingers. And it happened. My body began to shake again, knees so weak I had to lean my head against the wall so I didn’t fall over. I exploded again, almost scared I was hurting myself. All I could think about is what I just saw in the full light of Papa’s room. I could hear the wet sounds of his hand on his cock. His slowing breaths. I panted into my arm, quietly. And then I realized Papa was moving. He needed to clean up. As I heard a sigh and a rustling of sheets I used the sound to quickly retreat and get out of sight and back to my room. The last thing I remember before waking up was leaving space in my bed for Papa to join me and whispering “I love you,” to my invisible Papa in my bed.