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Granted Ch. 01

By: jallen944



It had already been a long torturous wait. Grant let out a deep breath and peeked over the brick half wall where he was hiding behind the church. Those two guys with the skateboards were still there by the steps, and the three girls were still with them. He ducked his head behind the wall again, wishing Jon would hurry up, and wishing those skateboarders would go away.

How long did it have to take? Jon said he found some magazines in his brother’s room with pictures of naked girls. His brother was old enough to buy beer, just a couple of years older than them. He said all he had to do was sneak them past his Mom. Did she catch him doing it, and now they’d never get to see what was in those magazines?

Just the thought of what might be in those magazines had him excited already. His dick was as hard as a bar of iron, and it felt like it was going to rip out of his jeans.

What if those girls came over to help him out with his problem? He peeked over the wall again. They were still there, standing with their backs to him, watching the guys skate up and down the church steps. One was wearing blue sweat pants low on her hips, with long dark hair. The other was wearing blue shorts and a white tank top, and the third had long blonde hair and was wearing tight white shorts.

“I got them,” Jon said.

Grant turned quickly and yanked his hand away from the lump stretching down the leg of his jeans. Finally, Jon had arrived, but his hands were empty.

“You got them?” Grant said.

“Yeah.”

“Where are they?”

Jon glanced at the skaters and the girls. “Let’s go over here.”

They snuck a little farther behind the half wall, to the back wall of the church, out of sight of anyone. Jon lifted the back of his shirt, pulled out a couple of magazines and handed one to Grant.

“Wow,” was all he could say. He couldn’t believe what he was looking at. Right there on the front cover was a naked woman, and she looked good. “I thought you said your brother was gay.”

“He is. These are the only two he had with girls. The others just have pictures of guys,” Jon said and shivered. “You check that one out. I’ll check this one out.”

He plopped down in the grass with his back against the wall and started flipping pages. Grant did the same, but turned the pages slowly, lingering on the exquisite images. His magazine had pretty girls without clothes, and their legs were spread. He never thought he’d see anything that looked so good in his whole life. Each page had images that only made his dick harder, so hard it hurt. On one page the girl’s legs were spread and she had her fingers in her tiny pink slit. He stared. How would it feel to put his dick in there?

“Here, you look at this one. I wanna see that one,” Jon said, and traded magazines.

Grant nearly choked. The second magazine was even better because it had pictures of girls having sex with real men. The guy was some dopey looking jerk. The girl had long red hair, fat red lips and big, round boobs. In the first picture she was holding his dick. In the second picture, it was in her mouth, between her big, red lips.

“Oh my God.”

“I know. I never thought a girl would put it in her mouth,” Jon said.

In the third picture, she had her legs spread and his dick was pushing into her pink, wet slit. Grant groaned.

“I can’t stand it anymore,” he said, and started to unbuckle his belt.

“What are you doing?”

“I gotta get it out. It hurts.

He pushed down his jeans and his dick popped out, standing straight up.

“Damn, Dude. That’s bigger than my brother’s.”

Grant held the magazine in his right hand and rubbed his dick with his left. Jon made a disgusted face.

“Dude, you are sick to just start jerking off in front of me like that.”

“Why don’t you do it?”

Jon paused a second, his eyes on Grant’s hand. Quickly, he unbuckled his own belt.

“What if those girls see us?”

Grant shrugged. “We’ll ask them to do this for us.”

He closed his eyes. What a great idea that was. In his mind, he pictured the three girls walking over to the wall and leaning on it to watch.

“What are you guys up to?” one of them would say.

“Just jerking off,” Grant would say back.

“How about if we help you out with that?”

“Sure. That would be great.”

Then they would come around the end of the wall and get on their hands and knees. One of them, probably the girl with the dark hair, would put Jon’s dick in her mouth, and her head would bob up and down. The other two girls would take turns with his dick. First one girl would lick it and suck it deep into her mouth, then she would pass it to the other girl, who would do the same thing. Both girls would giggle and smile at him, and kiss each other. And the whole time he would be able to look down their shirts and see their beautiful, round boobs.

“Oh God,” Grant said with a grunt. His cum erupted and splattered on the open page of the magazine.

“Hey, what’d you do that for? Shit, now my brother’s gonna kill me,” Jon said.

Grant couldn’t speak until all the spasms finished. That was probably the best one yet. When he opened his eyes, Jon was still furiously pumping his dick in his fist, but he was staring at him with a confused, angry look on his face. Grant wiped the sweat from his upper lip.

“He’s gay. How bad can he hurt you?”

Jon shook his head. “He can still kick the shit out of me.”

His hand pumped faster, but nothing was happening for him. Grant peeked over the wall. The girls were still there. One of the skater guys was standing with them, watching the other guy go down the stairs. His arm was around the waist of the girl in the white shorts, and his hand was on her ass.

“Damn. I wish one of those girls would come over here and put my dick in her mouth. I’d love to know what that feels like.”

“Yeah. Me too,” Jon said. He sucked in a deep breath and finally shot his stuff into the grass by the other magazine.

They were quiet for a long time, sitting in the grass with their backs against the church wall and their dicks hanging out of their pants. Jon’s had gone soft and shrunk up, but Grant’s was still mostly hard and lay across his left leg like a snake taking a nap in the warm sun. The blobs of sperm were running over the open page of the magazine.

“Dude, you live by Owen, don’t you?” Jon said, and buckled his jeans.

“Yeah. He lives a few houses down from me.”

“You should get his Mom to do it. You know, suck you off.”

“What? Are you crazy?”

Jon leaned forward, looking excited.

“Dude, I heard my Mom say she’s a slut and she sleeps around with other guys. I bet she’d suck on your dick if she knew it was big like that.”

Grant shook his head. “You think I should just go over there and say ‘Hi Mrs. Stills. You wanna suck on my dick?’”

“No, stupid. But I bet if she saw it you wouldn’t even have to ask her to. All you gotta do is figure out how to let her see it and I bet she’ll be all over it.”

Grant didn’t say anything. He just nodded and put his dick back in his jeans and zipped them up.

*   *   *   *

Owen was running up the score on the hockey video game. Every time he got the puck he moved his players down the ice and scored. And every time he scored he whooped and pumped his fist.

“Man, what’s wrong with you? I never beat you this bad before,” he said.

Grant shook his head. “Just can’t concentrate.”

Owen stole the puck again. His fingers flicked over the buttons on his controller, moving his players in for another score. Grant stopped the first shot, moving his goalie with his thumb on the controller, then the second shot, but the third shot went in.

Jon whooped and pumped his fist over his head.

“Can you believe that? Serious, man, my guys are gonna win the cup like that,” he said.

Grant plunked his controller down among the scattered CD cases and video game boxes on the floor of Owen’s room.

“You play for a while. I gotta take a leak.”

“Whatever. Serious, man. I’m just gonna whip you some more when you get back.”

Grant stepped out of Owen’s room and closed the door behind him. He was headed toward the bathroom at the top of the stairs when Mrs. Stills appeared from the room at the other end of the hall carrying a plastic basket full of laundry. She smiled at him.

“Hi Grant. Are you guys having fun?”

“Yes, Mrs. Stills,” he said.

She was wearing an old t-shirt and jeans with paint stains. Her large boobs stretched the front of the shirt, and rested on the rim of the basket. He blinked and looked away so it wasn’t obvious that he was staring.

“Good. I’m gonna make hot dogs for lunch when you guys get hungry. There’s more pop in the fridge, if you want,” she said, and started down the stairs.

“Thank you.”

He paused outside the bathroom to watch the way her ass moved in the jeans. If only he could put his hands on it, squeeze it, or press his dick against it. He groaned and rolled his eyes and went into the bathroom.

When he finished peeing and flushed the toilet, he leaned against the counter. His limp dick hung from the fly of his jeans. What if Jon was right? What if all he had to do was show it to her and she would beg him to let her suck it? So how would he do that? Should he walk up to her and pull down his jeans and say check this out? He chuckled. Sure, he could just see her drop to her knees to blow him if he did that.

But it wasn’t a bad idea. It stuck out in the leg of his jeans when it was hard. How many times was he afraid of being embarrassed that someone would see it? Now was his chance to find out what would happen if someone saw it for real.

He started rubbing. His hand was cold and shaking. All he had to do was get himself hard. Then, if it worked, he might get Mrs. Stills to touch it, or even better, suck on it. Could there be anything better?

But nothing was happening. He pumped faster, hoping for any response. Still, his dick hung limp from the front of his jeans and he felt nothing. He let out a deep breath. What was wrong with him? Usually, all he had to do was think about a girl and his dick got hard enough to rip through his jeans. Why couldn’t he just-

The bathroom door opened and he scrambled to cover himself. Loren, Owen’s sister, came in a glared at him.

“Are you still in here? I gotta go pee,” she said.

Grant turned away and covered the front of his jeans with both hands.

“Don’t you know how to knock?” he said.

“I gotta pee. What are you doing?”

“Nothing. Go away.”

She smiled. “Are you jerking off?”

“No. Go away.”

“Can I watch? This one time, I watched my brother do it when he didn’t know I was watching. Can I watch you do it?”

Grant had his back turned, and looked at her over his shoulder. She had closed the door and was leaning against it. She looked a lot like her mother, with long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail and smaller breasts that pushed against the front of her t-shirt. He sighed, turned around and took his hands away. Her eyes immediately dropped to the front of his jeans.

“It’s no use. I can’t get it hard,” he said.

Loren was staring at his dick with her mouth hanging open. Her hand reached out and touched it. The tips of her fingers were warm.

“Can I do it?” she said.

“Sure, I guess.”

She picked it up and rolled it in her fingers. The bathroom became very quiet. His eyes were fixed on her hand. She was actually touching it. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“It feels kinda funny. What do I do?” she said, with her nose wrinkled up.

When he spoke his voice was choked and he had to clear his throat.

“Just hold it like that and move your hand back and forth.”

She stroked his dick slowly with a very light grip. He sucked in a sharp breath and closed his eyes.

“Like this?” she said.

“Yeah, like that.”

“Does it feel good?”

“Oh yeah. That feels really good.”

Her grip tightened. It only took a second and he started to swell. In the back of his throat, he groaned.

“It’s getting hard,” Loren said.

“Yeah.”

Her whole hand closed around the shaft and she pumped harder.

“Is it supposed to be this big?”

“Do you think that’s big?”

She nodded. Her eyes were wide. His dick continued to swell in her tiny hand, growing longer and thicker.

His fingers tightened on the edge of the vanity. The muscles in his legs tensed. With another groan, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away.

“You better stop. You’re gonna make me shoot,” he said.

She looked confused. “What do you mean make you shoot?”

“You know, my load, my wad.”

“Oh, you mean like make that white stuff come out? I saw Owen do that when he was rubbing his dick. I smelled it when he was gone. It smelled really gross,” she said and wrinkled her nose.

Grant stuffed his hard dick back into his jeans and angled the shaft down the right leg of his jeans. The tip reached almost to his knee. He looked at himself in the mirror.

“Yeah, she can’t miss that,” he said.

“Who can’t miss it?”

“Your Mom.”

“What’s my Mom gonna do with it?”

“She’s gonna suck on it, I hope, and make me shoot my load.”

Loren made a disgusted face. “Ick,” she said.

He reached for the door handle, but she stopped him and adjusted the front of his jeans. The ridge of his dick stood out even more.

“There, that’s better,” she said.

Grant went downstairs. Mrs. Stills was in the kitchen. He leaned against the counter with his feet apart. There was no way she could miss what he wanted her to see.

“Hi Grant. What’s up?” she said. She was standing by the window over the sink and the sunlight shined through her golden hair.

“Oh nothing. I came down to get some more pop.”

“Are you guys getting hungry? I’m making fish sandwiches for lunch.”

She looked right at him and smiled, then opened the refrigerator. Grant frowned. How could she not notice what he had in his jeans? She bent forward to get something from the bottom of the refrigerator and her jeans stretched tight over her ass and slid down, showing the top band of her panties. His dick throbbed.

“I hope you like fish. It’s Owen’s favorite.”

“Sure, I love it,” he said.

He moved closer. This had to work, somehow. She turned around and handed him two cold bottles of Mountain Dew. Her eyes never wavered from his, never even tried to look down at his crotch.

“Thanks,” he said, with a dejected tone in his voice.

He stood in the center of the kitchen for another minute, hoping to give her one last chance to see the huge ridge that stuck out in the leg of his jeans, but her back was to him and she was getting the fish ready for the fryer.

“Are you coming to Owen’s birthday party next week?” she said, and turned to look at him.

His face brightened. “Yeah, I can’t wait.”

“Great. He’ll be thrilled.”

She went back to preparing the fish and Grant took the pop upstairs, shaking his head. He didn’t know what he expected to happen. Already, his dick was getting soft.

“So what happened?” Jon said.

Grant shrugged and shook his head and kicked a stone that skipped across the parking lot and hit the hub cap of an old car.

“Dude, come on. You gotta tell me what happened.”

Grant held his breath. What would it take to make it all go away?

“Nothing happened. It just ... Nothing happened.”

He hung his head. Jon had an astonished look on his face.

“Dude, I was so sure it would work. Did she see that you had a hard on?”

“No, she didn’t even notice.”

“Did you even have a hard on?”

“Yeah, it was hard. I don’t know how she could miss it. Loren got me really hard.”

Jon paused. “What?”

“It stuck out like I had a pipe in my pants. I don’t know how she could have missed it.”

Jon shook his head. “No, no, Dude, back up there a second. Who got you hard?”

“Loren, Owen’s sister. I went into the bathroom, you know, and I was jerking myself, but I couldn’t do it. So then she comes in and does it for me.”

“Dude, that is freaky. Why don’t you get her to suck it?”

“Are you kidding? She’s Owen’s kid sister.”

“So what, Dude, as long as she blows you? Hell, forget about Owen’s Mom, get his sister to do it. She’s eighteen. She’s legal.”

Grant squeezed his lips together. That made sense. She had already seen his dick, and she didn’t freak out about it. How come Jon always had the good ideas?

He arrived early for the birthday party. He brought a present that he picked out and his Mom wrapped, and Mrs. Stills told him to leave it on the dining room table.

“Owen’s in the back, trying out his new basketball,” she said.

Grant walked through the house to the back yard, looking for Loren along the way. If he found her, what would he say? Should he just come out and ask if she’d like to touch his dick again? What if she told her Mom on him, or even worse, said yes? The thought made him nervous.

He played basketball in the driveway with Owen and his cousin Ryan, whose sister Bethany was helping Loren carry plates of hamburgers and hot dogs to the grill for Owen’s Dad. He didn’t notice her at first, and she didn’t seem to notice him at all.

When the food was ready, they took a break to eat. They had been playing for a long time and Grant was starving. He got two cheeseburgers and a pile of potato chips and picked a spot at a table under the shade to eat. Before he finished the second cheeseburger, Loren sat down in the seat beside him. She put her elbow on the table and her chin in his palm and smiled.

“Hi,” he said, and took a bite.

“Hi. What’s new?”

“Nothing.”

He licked the mustard from his lips. She played with the corner of the plastic table cover.

“Did you have any luck?” she said.

“With what?”

She looked around, leaned closer and lowered her voice.

“You know, last week? With my Mom? Did you show her your dick?”

Grant tensed and swallowed hard, suddenly feeling very warm.

“No. I couldn’t do it.”

“Oh.” The eager look on her face disappeared. “Did she see it? In your pants, I mean.”

“No.”

“Oh. That’s too bad.”

Grant put his burger down on his plate. For some reason, he was no longer hungry. Loren was scratching the table cover with the nail of her thumb.

“Why?” he said.

She shrugged. I bet she would have liked it, that’s all. We like a lot of the same kinds of stuff, my Mom and me.”

He stared at her for a second. Even without the sun, her hair shimmered like fine strands of gold. She smiled at him. One day she would be as hot as her Mom, maybe hotter.

“You liked it?” he said.

She nodded. “It made me all tingly inside.”

“Do you wanna touch it again?”

“Sure.”

His penis stirred in his jeans and they quickly became tighter.

“Right now?”

“Ok.”

Owen and Ryan had finished their burgers and were going back to play basketball again. He was starting to panic. They would want him to join them soon.

“Where can we go?” he said.

Loren turned her eyes up to think, and he wished she would hurry.

“How about my room?” she said.

“Ok. Go up there and I’ll come up in a few minutes so no one thinks we’re going together.”

She jumped up and ran into the house, her face beaming with a big smile. Her tight jeans outlined the smooth, round shape of her ass. His penis twitched and swelled even more in his jeans.

After a minute or two he got up, carrying his paper plate and the bottle of Mountain Dew and headed for the door, but he kept close to the house and away from the other guests, who might see the embarrassing shape in the leg of his jeans.

“Hey Grant, hold up a second.”

He stopped at the door and turned to Owen’s Dad. He held out a plate piled with cooked burgers.

“Would you take these in the house for me and put them in the kitchen? Thanks,” he said.

Grant took the plate and quickly went into the house before he noticed anything odd.

The kitchen was empty. Upstairs, Loren was waiting for him, and if he was lucky he would get her to do more than just touch his dick. He wanted to find out if her small mouth could handle the size of his dick, and it was growing longer and harder by the second.


Granted Ch. 01



He set the plate on the counter and turned around. Mrs. Stills was right there, holding a glass of scotch. Her left hand was tucked under her right arm.

“Hello Grant,” she said.

“Uh, hi. Mr. Stills asked me to bring these burgers in.”

She looked past him at the plate.

“Thanks.”

“Sure.”

He shifted from one foot to the other and she looked puzzled. His hand moved over the front of his jeans.

“Are you all right?” she said.

“Yeah, fine.”

She walked around him and moved the plate of burgers to the counter by the stove.

“Would you like another pop?”

“Yes, please,” Grant said. He could not figure out how to get her to go away so he could slip upstairs. His dick just got harder, and his jeans got tighter. She handed him a cold Mountain Dew.

“What are you hiding in your pants?”

“What? Nothing,” he said, and yanked his hand away.

Mrs. Stills stepped back, leaned against the counter, and took a sip of her scotch. Her eyes drifted down to his crotch and she smiled.

“It sure looks like something to me.”

Grant swallowed hard. He was shaking all over, and she looked so calm. He couldn’t believe what he was about to say.

“I have something to show you,” he said, and nearly choked on the words.

“Is that so?”

“Yes.”

She raised the glass and paused with it at her lips.

“Is it in your pants?”

Grant nodded and rubbed the long ridge that stood up in the leg of his jeans.

“It’s pretty big,” he said.

Mrs. Stills licked her lips. “I can’t wait to find out what it is.”

The back door opened and a woman’s voice called for her. Mrs. Stills stepped up to Grant, put her hand on the front of his jeans and rubbed the hard bulge of his dick. His back stiffened. The heat of her hand spread through his groin. She leaned close and whispered in his ear.

“It’s my sister. Don’t go anywhere,” she said.

The woman who came into the kitchen with two empty bowls looked like a younger, shorter version of Mrs. Stills, with long, straight blonde hair that swished across her back when she walked.

“Bev, there you are. Those boys plowed through the pretzels and potato chips. Do you have any more?” she said. She glanced at Grant and smiled.

“Oh sure. We have plenty.”

Mrs. Stills opened a couple of new bags and refilled the bowls.

“Do you mind if I have a sip of your scotch? This day has been nuts.”

“Sure, go ahead.”

Her sister took a long sip and set the glass down.

“Don’t have time to talk now. Gary’s in the middle of telling Mom and Dad about our trip to Florida. I have to make sure he doesn’t leave anything out.”

She grabbed the bowls, smiled at Grant again and went out. Mrs. Stills was smiling at him as well. She reached for the glass of scotch and her finger slowly circled the tip of her breast.

“Now, what was it that you wanted to show me?” she said.

He coughed to clear his throat. “Well ... It’s my dick.”

“Excuse me?”

He hesitated and his throat tightened. Had he gone too far? Had he assumed too much? But she was still smiling, and her finger was still touching the tip of her breast. He started again.

“I mean, my penis.”

“What about your penis?” Mrs. Stills said, and sipped her scotch.



Granted Ch. 02



Grant hesitated again. He wasn't prepared for questions. Jon said nothing about questions. But she hadn't kicked him out yet, or called her husband. He decided to push it.

"When I look at you it gets really hard."

"Is that so?"

"Yes."

"What do you want me to do about it?"

"Maybe you could help me figure out why it gets so hard."

She put the scotch glass on the counter. Her hand reached for his crotch and rubbed the hard lump. His eyes rolled back and closed.

"It is very hard, isn't it?" she said. He could only nod. "We'd better go up to my room. You can show it to me there."

She led the way up the stairs, walking slowly and rocking her hips side to side. Her ass was just about level with his face and he could not tear his eyes away.

At the top of the stairs they turned left. Loren's room was to the right, and her door was open. She might get mad that he wasn't coming to see her, but what could he do about it?

He followed Mrs. Stills into her bedroom. She closed the door and sat on the bed with her legs crossed.

"Ok, go ahead. You can show it to me now," she said.

Her eyes were staring at the front of his jeans. He unbuckled his belt, and his hands were shaking. His jeans fell to his ankles and he pushed his shorts down. His dick stood straight out. Her eyes grew wide.

"My goodness, Grant. That's a very large penis you have. How long did you say it is?"

"I don't know. I never measured it."

"Come over here so I can get a closer look."

She uncrossed her legs. He waddled toward her. She grabbed his dick and pulled him even closer, between her spread legs.

"It must be a foot long, at least," she said in a soft, low voice. Her fingers caressed the shaft and reached under to rub his balls.

Grant closed his eyes. His breathing was shallow. Her touch was so delicate, so soothing. When she spoke, her mouth was barely an inch from his dick and he could feel the warmth of her breath.

"Did I make it hard like this?"

"Yeah," he said, but could barely choke out the word.

"It must get very uncomfortable for you. What can I do to make it better?"

His chest was tight. He could hardly breathe.

"You can kiss it," he said.

"You want me to kiss it?" She was looking up at him with wide, blinking eyes. She held the shaft of his dick against her cheek with both hands.

Grant just nodded. He couldn't make words come out any more.

"How about right here on the tip? How about if I kiss the tip?"

Her soft lips touched the tip of his dick with a smack and he groaned. He locked his knees to keep them from giving out. She kissed it again.

"I hope that's better. But it's still very, very hard. Maybe I should kiss it some more."

Grant swallowed hard and grunted "Ok," but she had already smothered the head in a big, wet kiss. Her lips moved down the side of the shaft, and her warm breath made his pubic hairs tingle.

"You taste delicious," she said. Her voice was muffled by his dick.

"Thanks," was all he could think to say. What else was he supposed to say to a woman who said she liked the taste of his dick?

Her lips parted wide around the head of his dick, then it was going into her mouth. Grant groaned. He couldn't believe it was really happening. Her mouth was warm and moist. His knees started to give out he put his hands on her shoulders to hold himself up.

She had one hand on his thigh and one hand around his shaft, and her head moved back and forth. Her mouth made slurping noises and she was dripping drool all over the place. With a gasp, she yanked his dick out and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Goodness, that's a lot of cock," she said. A string of saliva stretched from her lower lip to the head of his dick. "I'm having trouble getting more of it in my mouth. I want you to push it in with your hips, ok?"

"Ok," he said, but he wasn't sure what she meant.

She stared at it like she was concentrating really hard and pumped it with both hands in a tight grip. When she was ready, she opened her mouth wide and jammed his dick in to the back of her mouth, where it made her gag. His first reaction was to jerk away, but she held him in place with her hands around his legs, and pulled him toward her. He had no choice but to push his dick deeper into her mouth with his hips. A couple more inches of the shaft slid between her lips, which only made her gag more. She held him there, bobbing her head back and forth. The feeling was so good it made his toes curl in his shoes.

Finally she pushed him away. His dick flopped out of her mouth, and with it a glob of saliva that landed on the carpet by his foot. She coughed furiously and wiped at the tears from her eyes. When she recovered, she looked up at him and grinned.

"How was that?" she said. She put her hand around his slimy shaft and pumped slowly.

"That was ... pretty good."

Mrs. Stills frowned. "Just pretty good? I can do better than pretty good." She licked the head and sucked it between her lips. "I always wanted to find a dick long enough that I could swallow. I'll just keep trying until I get it right."

She opened her mouth wide, but just before she put his dick in, she paused and turned to the open window.

"What is it?" Grant said, feeling impatient. He wished she wouldn't stop now, not before she made him shoot his wad.

"I heard something. Hold on." She got up and went to the window, but stood at the side by the wall and looked down into the back yard. "Shit. My husband's boss and his bitch wife are here."

"What are you gonna do?" Grant said. He was still standing in front of the bed with his jeans around his ankles and his hard dick standing out.

"I have to go down there and say hi. You stay here. I'll be back in a few minutes." She stopped at the door. "And don't jerk off. I want your cum for myself."

Grant's shoulders slumped. What was he supposed to do now? She was so close. Another minute and she would have made him shoot his stuff. What if her husband came up and found him half naked in his bedroom? How was he supposed to explain that? He would kick the shit out of him and he'd never find out what Mrs. Stills meant about swallowing his dick.

It started to go limp. He sighed and sat down on the bed where she was sitting. He rubbed himself to keep it hard, but it went soft anyway. Now Mrs. Stills would have to start all over, and what if he couldn't get it hard again?

He sighed and leaned back on the bed with both hands. That was when he noticed Loren standing outside the door, partly hidden by the door frame.

"Hi," he said, and tried to cover himself with both hands.

She came into the room. "What are you doing in here? I was waiting for you in my room."

"Your Mom brought me in here."

"What for?"

"To suck my dick."

Loren sat next to him on the bed. "Really? Was she doing it?"

"Well, yeah," Grant said. She kept trying to see under his hands and he squeezed his legs together.

"What do you mean? Didn't you like it?"

"I liked it?"

"Then what's wrong?"

"Well, she had to leave, and we weren't finished."

"Oh," Loren said. She finally managed to pull one of his hands away from his lap. "It's all soft. Isn't it supposed to be hard?"

"It was hard when your Mom was sucking on it."

"What made it go soft?"

Grant sighed. "I thought about what your Dad would do if he found me here."

"Yeah. I bet he'd be really mad. Do you want me to get it hard again?" she said.

She was already rubbing his dick and it was starting to get hard again. He leaned back on the bed and supported himself on his elbows.

"That feels really good," he said.

"I'll get you hard but I am not gonna put it in my mouth. That just sounds gross," she said, and wrinkled her nose.

"Your Mom didn't mind. She liked it."

"I don't care. I don't even wanna try it."

He grew hard quickly. Her small hand would not close around the shaft.

"Maybe one day you'd like to touch me down there," she said and spread her legs.

"No you won't," Mrs. Stills said from the doorway.

Loren snatched her hand away and closed her legs. Grant sat up quickly and tried to push his dick down between his legs, but it was too difficult to hide.

"Hi Mom. I was just-" Loren started to say.

"I know what you were just about to do. I thought we talked about fooling around with boys? You're not old enough."

"I'm eighteen, Mom. And he told me you were sucking him and he got soft after you left, so I was just helping him get hard again."

"She didn't even want to put it in her mouth," Grant said.

Mrs. Stills had her hands on her hips and let them drop to her sides.

"Fine. Loren, we'll talk about this later. Go down and find your cousin. Try to keep her out of trouble, too."

Loren hopped off the bed and ran out of the room. Mrs. Stills shut the door behind her. When she turned to Grant she had a black, angry look on her face.

"You weren't thinking about making my daughter suck your cock, were you?"

Grant hesitated before he answered. "Maybe."

"Maybe? Loren is not ready to fool around with boys. I'm not ready for her to be putting her hands on a cock. She is definitely not ready for you."

He got up and pulled up his jeans. "If you're mad at me I can leave."

"Get back on that bed and get your pants off. You're not going anywhere until I'm done with you."

She unbuttoned her shorts, let them drop to the floor and stepped out. Under the shorts she wore tiny black panties.

"What are you doing?" he said.

He let his jeans fall back to the floor, but he was too stunned to sit down. She took off her panties and walked toward him.

"Have you ever made love with a woman?"

"No."

Her hands touched his shoulders and gently pushed him back on the bed. He fell over like a tree.

"I have to be back to the party in a few minutes. I don't have time to teach you all about that so I'm just gonna fuck you."

"Ok," he said. He was laying on his back with his dick standing straight up, and swallowed hard.

She climbed on the end of the bed and swung her leg over his waist. His dick slapped her belly. She wrapped her hand around it and guided it between her legs. He clenched the bed covers in his hands and groaned from deep within his chest.

"Just hold on, baby. Don't cum now. I don't even have you inside me yet," Mrs. Stills said.

The head of his dick pierced her opening. She was warm and moist, and the sensation enveloped his dick. He clenched his jaws, fighting to hold on. Mrs. Stills pressed herself down on him. His dick started to slide into her, but very slowly, and she made a painful face. She stopped, panting hard, and smiled at him.

"Damn, that's a tight fit. I don't know if I can get it in," she said. She put her hands on his chest and her nails clawed into his shirt. "I'll just have to try a little harder."

She worked her hips up and down. Only a few inches of the end of his dick were in her pussy. Each time she came down on him a little bit more worked its way inside her. She bit her lower lip between her teeth and was moaning softly. Then something seemed to pop inside her. She opened her eyes wide. Her tight pussy swallowed the rest of his dick and her weight settled on his body.

"Oh my God. I can feel it all the way up here," she said in a soft whisper and pressed in on her belly just below her belly button. She looked over her shoulder at the bedroom door. "I hope my husband doesn't come up here looking for me. This would not be a good time."

Grant groaned and thrust his hips off the bed, lifting Mrs. Stills as well. She giggled and held on for the ride.

"Oh man, I wanna do it. I wanna shoot my load," he said.

"Don't do it too soon. You gotta make it last a while. You gotta fuck me for a while, then let it happen."

She pulled her shirt up over her breasts and unhooked her bra.

"Give me you hands."

He put his hands in hers and she put them on her bare boobs. He squeezed hard and she squealed.

"Ouch. Not so hard. Be gentle with them."

He eased his grip and massaged them gently.

"There you go. That's better. Now let's get you some good fucking. I got places to be."

Her hips rocked back and forth. She leaned over him with her hands on the mattress by his shoulders and pumped her hips up and down, raising her ass until just the tip of his dick was in her pussy, then plunging herself back down on it. She pounded herself faster and harder on his dick, and it didn't take long before he was ready to shoot.

All he could do was grunt. He tried to make words come out to let her know it was happening, but his mouth wouldn't work. His hands moved down to her ass and his fingers dug into her soft flesh, pulling her down on his dick as hard as he could. When he finally released, he let out a deep groan. It felt as if his fluids were shooting from his dick like he had a firehose inside her. Mrs. Stills eyes snapped open and the corners of her mouth curled up.

Mmm that feels good," she said in a soft purr like a cat. She sat up straight over him and ran her hands through her long blonde hair. Her breasts bounced gently.

She looked down at him and smiled. "That was pretty good for your first time."

"Thanks."

She lifted herself off his dick and it fell out and slapped his leg. A gush of white stuff dribbled down her leg.

"Damn, that's a lot of cum. I can feel more of it inside me," she said, and pushed on her belly.

Grant propped himself up on his elbows.

"Is that it?" he said.

"What do you mean is that it? Didn't you like that for your first fuck?"

She put on her panties and shorts, and she still had a drip running down the inside of her leg.

"Yeah, I liked it."

Mrs. Stills pulled her bra and shirt down over her breasts and checked her hair in the mirror.

"I thought you'd like it. Maybe I'll take you to my sister sometime. She could use a good fucking. Listen, give me a couple of minutes before you come down. I don't want anyone to see us together, all right?"

She smiled at him one last time and left the room. Grant sat up. His dick was still hard and his stuff was dripping from the end. He grinned. Whatever just happened to him, he wanted to do it again.

* * * *

"So dude, what happened yesterday? I called you, but you weren't home," Jon said.

"I went to Owen's house for his birthday," Grant said.

They were walking together down the crowded sidewalk, past a long row of buses. Kids were lined up to get on every bus. Jon carried one book, but Grant had a backpack over his shoulder, heavy with books and papers.

"No shit. You still hang out with him?"

"Sure. He's cool. Why not?"

"You know, 'cause of that thing with his Mom."

They stopped by the bus with the Y sign in the windshield and stood by the grass, away from the rest of the kids getting on.

"He doesn't know anything. Besides, she's cool about it," Grant said.

"She's cool about it? Why is she cool about it? Did you get her to suck your dick?"

Grant couldn't hold back a wide grin. "Yeah, she sucked me. Then she fucked me, too."

Jon's mouth fell open. "No way. I don't believe it," he said in a loud voice. Most of the kids in the line looked at them.

"I gave her my load, too."

"What, on her face?"

"No, inside her. She wanted me to do it in her pussy."

Jon's face looked shocked again. "No way, dude. Are you crazy? That's how you can get her pregnant."

Grant's grin disappeared. "I didn't think about that."

"Shit yeah. Dude, what if you got Owen's Mom knocked up?"

"I don't know what I'm gonna do."

They stood for a long time without speaking. The line for the bus got shorter.

"Look, dude, I gotta get on my bus before it leaves. You busy tomorrow?" Jon said.

"I don't think so. Why?"

"I got this hook up with a chick named Emily," he said and ran off to one of the far buses.

Grant got in line with the other kids. His world was slowly turning black, and it felt like a huge weight was settling on his shoulders. What if he got Owen's Mom pregnant? What would his Mom say about that?

He kept his head down when he got on and found a seat on his own. All he could do was stare out the window, not even noticing the streets and houses that went by.

"Hey Grant. What's going on?" someone said.

He looked up and Loren had sat down next to him, with another girl who looked familiar. She smiled at him and he immediately forgot what he was so worried about.

"Not much. What's going on with you?"

"Nothing," Loren said with a shrug, but she seemed to have something else on her mind. "You got any homework?"

"Just some history," he said, and held up his backpack. "What about you?"

"Not much."

"Me neither," the other girl said. She had a wary, suspicious look in her eye.

"So what's up?"

Loren glanced at her friend. "We wanna ask you a favor."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Will you show your thing to Bethany because she doesn't believe it's as big as I say it is," Loren said, and looked down at his crotch.

He watched both of the girls' faces. They all bounced together with the same rhythm of the bus.

"Why?" he said.

"Well, we wanna see it so we'll know what to do when we have boyfriends," Loren said in a very matter-of-fact tone.

"How old are you?" Grant said.

"Eighteen," Bethany said.

"Have you seen one before?"

She shook her head. "Mark Merko wanted me to jerk him off once. I just touched it in his pants."

Grant's eyes narrowed. What were these girls up to? Should he go along, or should he blow them off and just go home?

"Ok, I'll do it. Where do you want to go?"

"My Dad has a work shed behind our house. We can go there," Bethany said.

Grant got off the bus with the girls at Bethany's stop, which was two stops before his own. Neither her Mom nor her Dad were home yet, but her brother was in the basement with a friend. Bethany pointed to the shed at the back of the yard and they snuck out to it.

"Ok, let's see it," Bethany said, and crossed her arms.

"All right, if you're ready."

He started to unbuckle his jeans. Loren's eyes grew wide and she had an eager grin. He let his jeans drop to the floor and pushed down his shorts. Bethany's head cocked to the side and she frowned.

"Is that it? Mark Merko's penis was bigger than that."

"Then I guess I'll leave," Grant said and bent down to pick up his jeans.

"Wait. I know how to get it hard," Loren said.

She reached for his soft penis. He leaned back against the work bench and watched her hand move back and forth. It took only a few moments for his dick to swell up and dwarf her small hand. He moaned softly. Her fingers would not close all the way around the shaft, and she moved her hand up and down its entire length.

Bethany's eyes had grown wide and her jaw hung open.

"Wow. That's really big," she said

"Yeah. I need two hands to do this," Loren said with a giggle, and pumped him with both hands.

"Why don't you try it?" Grant said.

Bethany touched her hand to her chest. "Me?"

"Yeah, come on. It won't hurt you."

Loren let go of his dick. It stuck straight out in front of him, angled a little toward the floor. Bethany stepped toward him, staring at it, as if afraid to touch it. She had long, delicate fingers with nails painted bright pink, and her hand reached for it slowly. She cupped the shaft from underneath in her palm and let her fingers close around it. Her eyes lit up.

"Ooo, it's warm, and it's so hard, like there's a bone inside it. I didn't know it would feel like that," she said. Her fingers squeezed tighter and moved back and forth.

"It's pretty cool, isn't it?" Loren said.

She put her hand around the end and they stroked it together. Grant rested his weight on the work bench and held himself up with both hands. He groaned and closed his eyes. Bethany pulled her hand away.

"What did I do? Did that hurt?" she said.




Granted Ch. 02



"No, that felt really good. Keep doing it."

He grabbed her hand and put it back on his dick and pumped it back and forth the way he liked. Bethany looked puzzled.

"What do you mean it felt good? Felt good how?" she said.

"You know, like when you rub yourself between your legs."

She looked even more confused. "How does that make you feel good?"

"Don't you ever touch yourself down there?"

Bethany's head shook slowly. "No. My Mom told me never to touch myself down there. It's dirty."

"Does it feel dirty to touch my dick?" Grant said.

Bethany looked at her hand stroking his dick.

"Yeah. But I like it."

Loren giggled and covered her mouth with her hand.

"I like it when I touch myself down there. It feel kinda funny at first, then it feels, oh my God, so good."

"Why don't you show her," Grant said.

Loren looked at him with her mouth hanging open and an astonished look in her eyes.

"Are you serious?" she said.

"Yeah. Why not? Maybe she just needs to learn how."

She looked at her cousin and shrugged. "Ok, I guess."

She unbuttoned the front of her jeans and pulled them down on her hips, along with her panties. She had only a few wisps of hair in a V shape on her mound. She pulled out the front of her panties with one hand and stuck her other hand in.

"I especially like to do this when my brother's jerking off. He always does it in the basement and sometimes I can sneak up on him," she said in a soft voice. Her fingers moved over her mound in her panties, and her knees spread.

Bethany watched her cousin with one hand around Grant's dick. He watched Loren, too. She looked really hot when she was playing with herself., and she made his dick so hard it hurt. Fooling around with these girls was fun, but he was going to need something more, very soon. Could he get one of them to let him put his dick in her pussy?

"You should try that," he said and nudged Bethany with his elbow.

"I don't know."

"Don't know what, that it might feel good?"

She looked at him with a little anger in her eyes, then opened the front of her jeans and pushed them down on her hips the way Loren did with hers. Her jeans were tight and she had to wiggle her hips to get them down.

"What do I do?" she said.

Loren pulled her hand out of her panties and licked her middle finger.

"You just put your hand down there and rub your slit. I like to use this finger," she said. She showed them her middle finger then stuck it back into her panties.

"Let me see if I can do it," Grant said and slipped his hand down the front of her panties.

Bethany gasped and grabbed his wrist with both hands.

"Oh my God, that makes me feel all tingly," she said in a squeaky voice.

"Don't worry. I won't hurt you," he said.

She maintained her grip on his wrist but let him push his hand deeper into her panties. His middle finger brushed over her moist slit and she groaned and her knees spread apart. Her lower lip quivered.

"Does that feel good?" Grant said.

"Oh my God yes," she said in a low whisper.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No, no, please don't. I'll do anything."

"Would you put my dick in your mouth?"

Bethany looked at him like he was crazy. "You want me to put that in my mouth? That's so gross."

"I'll try it," Loren said. She was biting her lower lip and rubbing furiously between her legs.

"Ok. Go ahead," Grant said.

She squatted in front of him and took his dick in her hand. Bethany's hand was still around it as well, at the base by his balls. She turned it from one side to the other like she was studying it, and looked a little uneasy.

"What do I do?" she said.

Grant couldn't answer. He didn't know what to say. Didn't girls just know how to do that stuff? What did her Mom do when she sucked on it?

"Lick it," he said.

Loren giggled. Her tongue flashed out of her mouth and flittered over the swollen head. She licked it all over like it was a long, fat lollipop. Her hand moved back and forth over the shaft. He groaned and pushed forward with his hips, and his middle finger pushed up into Bethany's slit. She squealed.

"Did that hurt?" Grant said.

"Yes. You said you were going to be careful."

"Sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."

She pulled his hand out of her panties.

"You can't put your finger there because I'm a virgin down there and I promised my Mom I would stay that way until the day I got married," she said.

"Why do you wanna stay a virgin?"

Bethany looked confused, as if she had never considered that question.

"Because I promised my Mom."

"My Mom made me promise, too. But I don't wanna be a virgin anymore," Loren said. She was holding his dick with both hands and rubbing the end of it.

"You wanna do it right now? I can fix it for you," Grant said.

Loren blushed. "No, silly. I haven't made my choice yet."

"What choice?"

"The guy. You know, the right guy to do it with. It has to be the right guy the first time."

"She's right. It has to be the right guy. We can't just give it away to any guy," Bethany said.

"I can be the right guy. Why can't I be the guy?" Grant said.

Loren tilted her head and looked away. "I just haven't decided who the right guy will be."

He sighed. "Fair enough. You still wanna suck my dick?"

"Ok," Loren said with bright eyes and a big smile. She kissed the tip then stretched her jaw open wide to take it into her mouth.

"Oh man, that feels so good," he said.

Only the head fit in her mouth. Her lips made a big ring around it and she moved her head back and forth just a bit. Grant brushed the hair out of her face with a finger. Her eyes were wide and her cheeks puffed out.

"Do you wanna suck it, too?" he said, and squeezed Bethany around her waist.

She shook her head. "Not this time. Maybe next time."

Loren popped the head out of her mouth.

"It's too big. It makes my jaw hurt," she said.

"Keep sucking."

She put it back in her mouth and he put his hand on top of her head to move it back and forth. He managed to get about another inch into her mouth, but he wanted it to go deeper, like when her Mom did it. She said she wanted to swallow it. What did that mean? Whatever it meant, he couldn't wait to find out when she did it to him.

Loren pushed him away again and coughed.

"That's too deep. You're choking me," she said and wiped her mouth. "But I liked it when you put your hand on my head."

She lifted his dick again and licked up a string of saliva that hung from the tip. She put it back in her mouth and started sucking. Grant put his hand on top of her head but just rested it there. She was taking it deeper than before on her own, a if she was trying to choke herself. But it felt so good. Her hand pumped him slowly.

He couldn't hold it anymore. The sensation built so fast. He gasped, then he was shooting his stuff. Maybe he should have warned her, but it was too late. His dick jerked and his stuff was already coming out.

Loren must not have known what to expect because her eyes bulged out and she squealed around his dick. Her cheeks bulged, too, like they were quickly filling up. She yanked him out of her mouth, but before she could spit out her mouthful of sperm, more of it shot from the end of his dick and hit her on the face. She yelped and jerked away. His stuff dribbled out of her mouth and ran down her chin to her neck.

Her hand squeezed his pole like she was trying to milk more of his sperm from it. He had plenty more to give and it spurted in her hair, on her cheek and on the front of her shirt. He was afraid she would get angry and yell at him, but she laughed instead. Her eyes squinted to keep his stuff out, and when she smiled it was coating her teeth.

"Oh my God. What was that?" Bethany said.

"I'm really sorry," Grant said.

His flood had passed and only a last drop hung persistently from the end of his dick. Loren, however, was covered with pearly white blobs. She scraped it off her chin with her finger.

"I should have known that was going to happen. It always happens when Owen jerks off," she said, and licked the blob off her finger.

"What does it taste like?" Bethany said.

Loren rolled his sperm on her tongue like she was sampling a fine wine. Her nose wrinkled.

"Kinda weird. Wanna try it?" she said and held out her hand, which had a big drop of stuff on the back.

Bethany cringed and shook her head.

"No way. Won't that stuff get you pregnant?"

"It has to go in your pussy to get you pregnant," Grant said.

The girls looked at each other like such a foreign concept had never occurred to either of them.

"Is that for real?" Loren said.

Grant shrugged. "That's what I've heard."

The girls looked at each other again and grinned, as if they had shared a silent secret. Grant waited to see what they might do, but his wet dick was hanging out in front of him and he felt pretty silly, so he stuffed it back into his jeans. Bethany watched with a strange longing in her eyes.

"I gotta get cleaned up before I go home. My Mom will kill me if she sees this stuff on me," Loren said, looking at her hands.

"I better get home too. I got a lot of work to do," Grant said.

He started to walk out and Loren grabbed his arm. She leaned close and whispered in his ear.

"Next time, if I put it in my mouth will you do it to me like you did to Loren?" she said. Her hand moved down over the front of his jeans and rubbed the hard lump of his dick.

"Sure. Just let me know when," he said.

He walked home with a big grin that would not go away, and an erection against his leg that made it difficult to walk. Anyone who saw him couldn't miss it, and for some reason he didn't care.



Granted Ch. 03



Emily appeared like an angel from the wide front doors of the church. She moved easily between the grown-ups standing at the top of the stairs. Her white dress glowed in the bright sunlight. In one hand she held a pink corsage, in her other hand she held a Bible, and the skirt of her dress bounced on her long, bare legs as she came down the steps.

“There she is,” Jon said.

Grant nodded. He had already seen her and couldn’t take his eyes off her. He couldn’t remember her looking so pretty.

“Hi Emily,” he said when she got to the bottom of the stairs.

She stopped on the bottom step, where she was even with Grant, but taller than Jon.

“Hi Grant. Hi Jon,” she said with a smile. She had braces on her teeth. Her big, brown eyes lingered on Grant.

“What are you doing?” Jon said.

She shrugged. “Just walking home. Why? What are you guys doing?”

“We’re gonna get a couple of Slurpees. You wanna come with us?” Grant said.

“Sure.”

They crossed the street to the 7-11. She walked between them. Her arm brushed his arm. Her skin was soft and she had a pretty tan. If he looked out of the corner of his eye, he could just see down the front of her dress. His penis stirred in his shorts and he had to walk a little funny.

They went past the front counter to the Slurpee machines at the back of the store. Emily stayed by Grant, and something about her being close made him feel good.

Jon got a lime flavored Slurpee. Grant got the cherry flavor, and filled it all the way to the top of the cup.

“What flavor do you want?” he said.

“That’s too much for me,” she said.

“You want some of mine?” Jon said, and held out his cup.

She shook her head. “I like cherry better. Can I have some of yours?”

“Sure,” Grant said.

She reached for the cup. Her hand touched his. She rose on her toes, took the straw between her red lips and sucked.

“Thanks,” she said, and wiped her mouth. Her eyes glanced down at his crotch.

Jon nodded and was mouthing words Grant couldn’t make out, like he was trying to tell him something.

“What do you guys want to do now?” Emily said.

Grant looked around. The other people were all busy at the counter. His thing was hard and pressed against his shorts. He brushed his hand over the hard lump in his crotch. Her eyes watched his hand and her lips parted.

“You know what I got in here?” he said. She nodded, but her eyes were wary. He took a deep breath. “You wanna see it?”

“Sure,” she said in a low, soft voice.

“I’ll let you see what I got, but you gotta let us see what you got.”

She glanced at Jon, then back at him. Her lips squeezed together like she was trying to make up her mind.

“Ok. Where do you want to go?” she said.

“Let’s go behind the church. No one’ll see us in the woods,” Grant said.

They walked back across the street to the church, carrying their Slurpees. Emily put her hand in Grant’s, which only made him more excited.

The parking lot of the church was empty. All the people were long gone. They went around to the back side of the church, where it backed up to the woods, and found a picnic table by a low brick wall. Emily and Grant leaned against the wall. Jon watched for anyone coming.

She took a sip of his cherry Slurpee.

“I saw Donny’s thing one time. He’s my sister’s boyfriend. I spied on them when they were making out in her bedroom and my parents didn’t know it.”

“You still wanna see mine?”

“Yeah.”

Grant put his Slurpee on the brick wall. His hands were shaking. He unzipped his shorts, reached in the fly, put his hand around his thing and pulled it out. Her eyes grew wide. He sighed. It felt good to finally get it out of his tight shorts and let it hang loose in the cool air.

“Wow. Can I touch it?”

“Sure, if you want.”

She put her hand around his thing and he gasped. From the other corner of the building, Jon was watching. He came closer for a better look.

“It’s hard. I didn’t know it got hard. And it’s so hot. Why is your’s bigger than Donny’s?” she said.

“I don’t know. It just is.”

“Do it like this and make his spit come out,” Jon said, pumping his fist in the air.

“Do what?”

Grant put his hand around her’s and moved it back and forth on his thing.

“Like that. It makes my spit come out,” he said.

“You mean the stuff that makes a baby inside me?” Emily said. Her hand rubbed up and down his thing. “You know, you put this inside me and make your sperm come out and it makes a baby in my belly. My sister told me how it works. I’ll show you.”

She set her Bible on the wall beside the Slurpee, leaned against the edge of the picnic table, pulled down her white cotton panties, raised her skirt and spread her legs.

“It goes in here, see?” she said, rubbing her finger over the tiny slit.

“Let me see,” Grant said.

He reached between her legs. She held her skirt out of the way and spread her legs wider. She glanced at Jon and smiled with her lips together.

Grant touched her mound. She was warm. He ran his middle finger over her slit, just like she did, and it slipped inside her, where she was moist. She gasped and sighed.

“See? It goes in right there,” she said.

“Let’s try it,” Grant said and held his dick up.

“I don’t know.”

“Come on. I wanna see it,” Jon said.

Emily frowned. She held her open hand out for Grant’s hard dick. He placed it in her palm and her fingers closed around it.

“Ok, I guess. But you have to take these off first,” she said.

She unfastened the snap that held his shorts up and they dropped to his ankles. With her hand around his thing, she pulled him closer and touched the end of it to her tiny slit. Her back arched.

“Like this, see?” she said in a weak voice.

“What do I do?” he said and put his hands on her bare legs.

“Push it in.”

He pressed forward with his hips. She winced. Her hand clamped around his dick.

“Ow Grant, that hurts too much. It’s too big,” she said, pushing against his shoulder. Her legs tried to squeeze shut, but he was wedged between them.

“I think I can make it fit.”

He pressed forward again. She squealed and pushed him away with both hands.

“Grant stop it. You’re hurting me.”

“Jon, hold her arms.”

“What?”

Grant pried her hands from his shoulders and pushed her on her back.

“Just hold her arms down.”

“No, don’t, please,” she cried.

Her eyes were open wide, locked to his face. Jon held her arms stretched over her head, the length of the picnic table.

“I just wanna feel what it’s like,” Grant said.

He ran his hands up the outsides of her smooth thighs to her hips. The fat end of his long erection was wedged in the moist opening of her slit. He forced it into her. Her back arched off the picnic table and she squealed behind her clenched teeth. Something popped and the head slipped into her.

“Oh my God,” Grant said. He was panting. His heart hammered in his chest.

“What happened?” Jon said.

“I don’t know. I think my dick’s inside her.”

He looked down at Emily’s face. She was sobbing. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. He pressed with his hips. She winced, but his dick sunk slowly into her tight slit. Her warmth and wetness swallowed him.

“Does it hurt?” he said.

She nodded. Jon released her arms. She left them over her head, laying limp across the table. Grant rocked his hips.

“It feels good when I do this.”

Emily’s eyes squeezed shut. From behind her closed lips came a muffled moan each time he pressed his dick into her. Her body rocked with him.

“Grant ... what ... what are you ... doing to me?” Emily said between deep sobs.

“I’m fucking you.”

His hips rocked faster. Her wet slit was tight around his dick. Her groaning got deeper and louder. Someone from the church was certain to hear them, but Jon was watching them, not for grown-ups.

Emily’s mouth hung open, but her eyes were still shut. Her back arched up, pushing her belly against him.

“Yes Grant ... oh yes Grant, kiss me,” she said in a soft moan.

Her soft legs hooked around his hips. He leaned over and kissed her, pumping her body with his fat dick as hard as he could. She moaned in his mouth. Her body jerked and bucked under him. He could feel his spit coming out. He grunted and strained. His dick was spitting out the stuff, and it was still inside her slit.

He lay on top of her, panting. She was breathing hard, too. Her hands rubbed his back. Her hips moved slowly, grinding on his dick. He pushed himself up. Her eyes were red and her nose was red and her cheeks were covered with a shiny perspiration. The corners of her mouth turned up.

“Grant, what did you do to me?” she said.

“I don’t know. It really felt good.”

She giggled. “I know. I liked it.”

“Didn’t it hurt a lot?”

“Yeah, at first. But the last part, that felt really good.”

“Yeah, me too,” he said.

She looked down where their bodies came together between her spread legs.

“Did you put your sperm inside me?” she said.

“I think so.”

He pumped his hips, sliding his dick in and out of her slit and she groaned.

“I can feel it inside me. It’s leaking out,” she said.

“Does this mean you’re gonna have a baby now?”

Emily gazed up into his eyes. Her hips stopped moving.

“Maybe if you take it out I won’t,” she said.

He pulled back with his hips. His dick came out slowly. She groaned and made a face. It fell from her slit and slapped against his thigh, leaving a warm, wet splotch. A load of white come gushed from inside her. She sat up, leaning on her arms to look between her spread legs.

“Wow. That looks so cool,” she said. She touched the white stuff with the tip of her finger.

Jon was staring with his mouth hanging open. Grant held out his hand.

“We better go before someone sees us,” he said.

“Yeah, I gotta get home. My Grandma’s coming over after church. They’re gonna wonder where I am,” Emily said.

She put her hand in his and tried to stand up. Her legs gave out. He caught her with his arm around her waist.

“You ok?”

“Yeah. I guess I’m a little sore,” she said with a quick smile. His sperm was running down her legs. “God I hope my Mom doesn’t see that. I’ll see you later, ok?” She pushed her skirt down, grabbed her Bible and skipped off around the corner of the church with one last quick wave and smile.

“I can’t believe you guys just did that,” Jon said.

Grant pulled up his shorts.

“Look, she forgot her panties,” he said. He reached under the picnic table and snatched them off the ground.

“What are you gonna do with those?”

Grant held them out. “Can you give them back to her?”

“Me? No way, dude. I’m not touching girl’s underwear,” Jon said, and backed away.

“Ok, I’ll give them to her,” Grant said, and shoved them in his pocket. Already, his dick was hard again and pushed against the front of his shorts. Just thinking about seeing her again got him excited.

“So what do you wanna do now?” Jon said.

“I don’t know. I’m hungry. Let’s get something to eat.”

“Ok. You got any money?”

“No. Do you?” Grant said.

“No. I’m broke. Let’s go to my house and see if we find something.”

They walked the few blocks to Jon’s house. With the hard on in Grant’s shorts he couldn’t walk that fast, so it took a while to get there. Jon’s parents weren’t home, but his brother was there.

“It’s about time you got home. Mom asked me to make hot dogs for dinner. They’re cold by now,” he said. He used a fork to get the hot dogs out of the pan, then tossed the fork in the sink. “Who’s your friend?”

“This is Grant.”

“Hi Grant. I’m Ben,” he said, and put his hand on his hip. “Why don’t you guys get something to eat?”

He walked off and went to the basement. Grant and Jon each got a couple of hot dogs on buns and sat in the family room to play video games and eat. Ben came back up from the basement with a couple of books and sat in the family room with them to read. Grant finished his hot dogs while Jon was playing and put his plate on the table.

“Can I ask you a question?” he said.

“Sure. What?” Ben said and closed his book.

“Jon said you were gay. Is that true?”

“I didn’t say that,” Jon said, with a horrified look on his face.

Ben looked amused. “Yes, it’s true. Are you gay?”

“I’m not sure. What is gay?”

“Well, do you like to kiss girls?”

“Yeah,” Grant said. The memory of putting his tongue in Emily’s mouth made his penis twitch.

“What about boys? Would you like to kiss me?”

“No way,” Grant said, and wrinkled his nose.

Ben shrugged. “Then you’re probably not gay. Have you ever sucked a cock, like Jon’s?”

“No.”

“You should try it sometime. There’s nothing like the feel of warm cum filling your mouth.”

“It would be hard to suck Grant’s dick,” Jon said.

“Why?”

“It’s too big to get in my mouth.”

Ben looked at Grant. “So. You got a big cock, or what?”

“It’s pretty big, I guess.”

“Why don’t you let me see it? I’ll decide if it’s big.”

Grant hesitated. Suddenly he was very warm and his palms were sweaty. Ben kept glancing at his crotch.

“I don’t know,” he said.

“Go ahead. Show him,” Jon said.

Ben started to unbuckle his jeans. “Look, I’ll go first and you can see what a big dick really looks like.”

He pushed down his pants and his crisp white undershorts. His dick jumped out. He held it at the base like a trophy and turned it for Jon and Grant to see.

“That’s pretty big, don’t you think?” Ben said with a smug grin.

“Yeah, that’s big,” Grant said.

Ben rubbed it a few times. “You wanna touch it?”

Grant shrugged. “Sure. Why not?”

Ben slid closer on the couch. His hard dick bobbed like a flagpole in a strong wind. Grant put his hand around it and squeezed. Ben was smiling at him. His dick was warm and hard, just like his own.

“Pump it with your hand, like this,” Ben said. He put his hand on Grant’s and moved it up and down. “You know how to jerk off, don’t you?”

“Sure. Jon and I do it together all the time.”

Ben looked at his brother with a sly grin.

“Let me see your’s now,” he said.

“Ok.”

Grant’s hands were shaking. He unbuckled his belt slowly. The zipper stuck and he had to pull it back up twice before it would open. He pushed his jeans down to his knees. Ben’s eyes bulged.

“Good God. I didn’t think it was that big. How long is it? Have you ever measured it?”

“No. I don’t know how long it is.”

“I bet it’s a foot long,” Jon said.

Ben smiled at his brother.

“Do you mind if I hold it?” he said.

“Yeah, ok.”

Grant was holding it and let go when Ben’s hand reached over and closed around it. He pumped it slowly, with a pleasant smile on his lips. Grant let his breath out through his mouth and all the tension drained from his body.

“I think you’re right. It’s probably twelve inches long,” Ben said.

“I’ll get a ruler. We can measure it,” Jon said.

Ben ignored him. Grant didn’t care as long as he kept pulling on his dick. His warm hand felt good.

“Have you ever had a blowjob?” Ben said.

“I don’t know. What’s a blowjob?”

“It’s when someone sucks your cock, in their mouth?”

“Yeah, I’ve had that.”

“Really? Who did it? Jon?”

“No. Owen’s Mom, she sucked it. And his sister, Loren.”

Ben looked surprised. “Is that right? You get around pretty good.”

“Dude, you got Loren to suck you off? You are the luckiest,” Jon said.

“Owen’s little sister blew you? Was she any good at it?” Ben said.

“She was all right.”

Ben frowned and nodded. “I’m sure she was just all right. That’s how girls are. You haven’t had a blowjob until you’ve had one from a man.”

He leaned over and took Grant’s dick straight into his mouth. Jon gasped.

“Oh God,” Grant said.

His hands squeezed the cushions His heart nearly stopped, then his stomach felt queasy. It was a little disgusting to have a guy sucking his dick. Ben was forcing it deep into his mouth like Owen’s Mom was doing and it felt pretty good. He was pumping it at the same time with one hand and rubbing his balls with the other. He was drooling all over it and his slobber ran down the shaft over his hand.

Grant’s tension eased. It wasn’t so bad. Ben’s head was moving up and down, sliding his mouth over his cock. He got a lot more of it in than Loren. He didn’t look nearly as good as her, but he was much better at it.

“Dude, that is awesome. How do you get it so deep like that?” Jon said.

Ben wiped his mouth. “It just takes some practice. You gotta suck a few cocks to learn how to do it right.”

“Are you gonna make me shoot?” Grant said.

Ben was still pumping his dick with one hand. His drool made it slick.

“Of course. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“I don’t know. It’s kinda weird.”

“Why? Don’t I do it better than those girls?”

Grant shrugged. “You haven’t got me off yet.”

Ben stared at him for a second, then grinned.

“Then I better get right on that,” he said.

He licked his lips, stuck his tongue way out and licked the side of Grant’s dick. He kept looking at him while he did it and it made him a little uneasy. This was a guy licking his dick. He wasn’t supposed to enjoy it. But Ben opened his mouth wide and lowered it over the end of his dick and there was no way he was going to make him stop until he had finished.

The room was quiet except for Grant’s soft moans and the wet smack of Ben’s mouth moving up and down on his dick. When he started to cum it happened suddenly, and there was no way he could make that stop, either.

He let out a small gasp, and he was gushing cum into Ben’s mouth. His eyes brightened and it looked as if he was smiling, but it was hard to tell with his mouth stretched around his dick and his cheeks puffing out as they filled with cum, just as Loren’s did. He let it fill his mouth and opened wide to show it to them, how it covered his tongue and floated around his teeth, then he swallowed it.

“You got sweet tasting cum, you know that? And how do you get so much? I blew three guys at the same time once and they didn’t give me that much cum.”

“When did you blow three guys?” Jon said.

Ben looked smug. He had Grant’s dick in his hand and rubbed it while he talked.

“When I was the trainer’s assistant for the football team. One of the guys on the team found out I was gay and he and a couple of his friends cornered me in the locker room after practice. They took turns shoving their cocks into my mouth. That was a great day.”

“I still prefer a girl,” Grant said.

Ben looked confused. “Why?”

“I don’t know. Because they’re girls, that’s all.”

Ben’s hand moved up and down on his dick, which had softened a little but was still hard.

“Would you like to put this up my ass?” he said.

Grant sneered. “I don’t think so.”

Ben looked at his brother. “Would you like to fuck Jon’s ass first?”

Jon sat up. His hands were clenched in fists.

“What makes you think I want him to fuck me in the ass?”

Ben crossed his hands in his lap. “Because I believe you’re gay, too. You just don’t want to admit it.”

Jon’s face turned dark red. “That’s not true.”

“Have you fucked a girl yet?”

Jon’s mouth worked like a fish in the water, but no words came out. Grant tried to recall if he had done anything with any of the girls they’d been with recently. Nothing came to mind. Jon crossed his arms.

“That doesn’t make me gay.”

“It doesn’t have to make you gay. Maybe you just want someone to fuck you first.”

Jon put his hands on his hips.

“I-I ... I never said I wanted someone to fuck me first,” he said.

Ben got up and walked over to him. His pants were still open and his hard dick was hanging out. He rubbed the front of Jon’s jeans, where he had a small bulge sticking out.

“Why don’t you try it? I’ll even blow you if that will make you feel better.”

The angry expression on Jon’s face began to fade. His shoulders slumped. Ben unzipped his jeans and slipped his hand in. Jon’s eyes became glassy. Ben dropped to his knees in front of his brother, opened his jeans and pulled them down to his ankles.




Granted Ch. 03



“You won’t be needing these,” he said.

Grant put his hand around his own dick and pumped slowly. He couldn’t wait to see what happened.

Jon’s dick stood straight out. It wasn’t as big as Ben’s but that didn’t seem to bother him. He closed his hand around it and pumped slowly while he was smiling up at him.

“Relax. This isn’t gonna hurt,” he said.

But Jon was trembling. It lasted only until Ben leaned forward and put his dick in his mouth. Jon let out a little squeak. His eyes were fixed on his brother’s face. He hand his hands on his thighs to help move his head back and forth.

“How does it feel?” Grant said.

Jon looked up and blinked a few times.

“Dude, it’s awesome. I don’t believe it’s so good.”

Ben took his dick out of his mouth.

“Why are you surprised? I told you I was very good at this.”

He went back to sucking his dick. Jon stared at him with his mouth hanging open. Ben was sucking hard and moving his head very fast. The slurp of his mouth was loud and his drool spilled on the floor between Jon’s feet. He had his whole cock in his mouth and his nose was pressed against his belly below his navel.

It didn’t take long before Jon let out a long, low groan and his body convulsed. Ben continued to move his head, but slower. He pulled back, turned to Grant and opened his mouth wide. His tongue was covered with white stuff. He swallowed and wiped his mouth with his hand.

“Congratulations, little brother. You’ve been initiated,” he said, and stood up.

“Damn, dude. That was good,” Jon said.

“It’s gonna get better. A whole lot better.”

He turned Jon around and bent him over the chair so that he held himself up with his hands and his smooth ass stuck up in the air. He took a tube of grease from his pocket and held it up for Grant to see.

“When I was in the boy scouts I learned two things, how to give a blowjob to make your scout leader cum in your mouth, and how to always be prepared for what might come after the blowjob.”

He smeared the grease all over his hard dick and lined it up with Jon’s asshole.

“Don’t hurt me, ok?”

“Don’t worry, little brother. This is only gonna hurt for a minute. After that you’ll beg me for more.”

“Ok,” Jon said, but he was trembling.

Ben eased the tip of his dick into his tiny hole. Jon clenched his teeth and grimaced like he was in a lot of pain. He pushed the rest of his dick in slowly then started pumping his hips back and forth. Jon’s whole body rocked with him. His eyes closed and he was moaning softly.

“What’s it feel like?” Grant said.

“It feels really good,” Jon said without opening his eyes.

“I told you it would feel good,” Ben said. He had his hands on Jon’s hips and used them to move his brother back and forth the way he liked.

Grant’s dick had stiffened again. For some reason, watching his best friend get fucked in the ass by his own brother was a big turn on.

Ben started groaning, and it was like they were singing a part in a chorus. Then he stiffened and his body jerked and Jon’s head dropped to the arm of the chair, rolling side to side.

“You came inside me, didn’t you?” he said.

Ben was still standing behind him, motionless, holding his hips with his body pressed against his ass.

“I did. Why?”

“I felt something warm back there.”

“How did it feel?”

Jon smiled. “Really good.”

Ben turned to Grant. “Would you like to try it now?”

Jon’s head came up and he looked at him with wide, frightened eyes.

“Sure,” Grant said with a shrug. He got up, holding his dick by the shaft and walked toward Jon, who stared at it.

Ben pulled out and stepped back. His white stuff was dripping from his brother’s tiny hole. Jon was trembling and couldn’t take his eyes off the huge dick he held in his hand. Ben opened the tube of grease.

“You’re gonna need some extra lube. We don’t want you to hurt Jon too much.”

He held Grant’s dick under the head and squeezed a bead of grease along its entire length. He spread the stuff all over with one hand until it was slick and shiny.

“That should do it. Just be gentle. Let him adjust to your size. Then fuck him hard like he was one of those bitches you like to stick it to,” Ben said, and put the cap back on the tube.

Jon was moaning already. Grant aimed the head of his dick at his tiny opening. When it touched, he flinched.

“Oh God. Don’t hurt me, dude,” he said in a pathetic whimper.

“I don’t care how much it hurts. Just make me cum,” Grant said.

Jon whimpered some more and Ben just chuckled. He reached between his brother’s legs and rubbed his dick.

“Don’t worry about it, Jon. I won’t let him be cruel to you. I want him to save that for me.”

Grant pressed his dick into Jon’s hole. His back arched and he groaned. He had to press hard before the head slipped in.

“Dude, go slow, go slow,” Jon said, almost sobbing.

But Grant didn’t want to go slow. Jon’s back hole was tight, tighter than Emily’s slit. He couldn’t wait to try this on a girl, like Loren, and find out how tight her back hole was.

He leaned forward, with his hands on Jon’s back. His hole resisted, then gave in and most of his long, thick shaft slid in. The strength in Jon’s arms gave out and he collapsed over the arm of the chair, whimpering.

Grant’s cock hit bottom in Jon’s ass. His head came up and he yelped.

“That’s deep enough. Please, no more,” he said in a weak, panting voice.

Grant let up. All but the last few inches of his cock was buried in his hole and he was stretched wide to fit around it.

“Damn, that’s gotta hurt,” he said.

Jon nodded. “Dude, just get it over with, please.”

Ben stroked the few inches of his cock that weren’t in his brother’s ass with the tips of his fingers.

“Whenever you’re ready you can fuck my ass. I can’t wait to find out how much it hurts,” he said with a smile.

Grant couldn’t look him in the eye. There was something about him that creeped him out. He put his hands on Jon’s hips and started humping, letting his cock slide in and out of his tight hole. It was one thing to fuck his friend in the ass. It was another thing to think about doing it to his older brother.

Jon’s whimpers and cries of pain changed to soft moans, then deep groans. His arms stretched across the chair to hold the other arm.

“Dude ... Uhn, dude ... Dude,” he said over and over.

Ben had sat down to watch and was rubbing his dick. He had a grin on his face like he had just learned a big secret. Grant kept pumping with his hips, faster, then slower, then faster again. It would have been very easy to hump Jon’s ass a few times and fill him with cum, but he wanted to hold it off as long as he could.

Jon’s moans got louder until he was screaming Grant’s name. Ben put his hand over his mouth to keep his voice down.

“Jesus, Jon. Settle down,” he said with a red face.

Grant forced his cock as deep into Jon’s ass as he could get it to go. Jon’s body tensed, then there was an intense pulsing from somewhere inside him. Ben looked under him.

“Look at that. You made him cum. I never saw guy cum just by getting fucked in the ass,” he said.

Grant couldn’t hold back any longer. His best friend’s asshole clamped around his cock like it was a milking machine. He groaned and gave one last hard shove, and then he was cumming. Jon cried out like he was in pain. He probably should have pulled it out of his friend’s ass, but it was too late for that. His cum flowed from the end of his cock in thick, heavy spurts, and the sensation made his head spin. He could only groan and his entire body jerked with hard spasms that forced his cock deeper into Jon’s ass again and again.

When it was over, Grant was panting and his face felt warm. He wiped the sweat from his forehead. Jon was a whimpering limp mass beneath him, sprawled across the chair. He had left a stain of his own cum on the side of the chair.

“Take it out. Please, dude. Take it out,” he said in a weak, soft voice.

Grant pulled his hips back. His cock withdrew from his asshole slowly with a wet sucking sound. When the head finally dropped out, his hole remained stretched open and a flood of cum spilled down his legs.

“Jesus, that’s a lot of cum. It’s still coming out,” Ben said.

Jon tried to push himself up, but his arms were too weak.

“What am I supposed to do about that? Mom’s gonna see it. She’ll know I let you guys fuck me.”

“What’s wrong with that? She knows your brother’s gay,” Grant said. He wiped his cock on the back of Jon’s shirt and pulled up his shorts.

“I just don’t want her to know, that’s all.”

“Relax. You’ll get over it. Besides, it’s worth it to feel Grant’s cock up your ass, isn’t it?”

Jon looked back over his shoulder with a sleepy smile. Cum still dribbled out of his ass.

“Anything’s worth that.”

Grant stepped back, shaking his head. His dick drooped, still dripping fluids.

“I don’t know. What if someone found out what I just did? Everyone would think I was gay. I mean, I like girls too much for that.”

“What’s wrong with being gay?” Ben said.

“Nothing. Unless you happen to want to fuck girls once in a while.”

Ben chuckled and lifted Grant’s wet, sticky cock.

“You got a lot to learn. Girls love a challenge. When all those girls you go to school with find out you’re gay and you got a dick like this you won’t be able to keep them away.”

“But I don’t want them to think I’m gay.”

“What are you gonna care what they think when they’re lined up outside your bedroom waiting for you to fuck them?” Ben said, and left the room.

Grant looked at Jon, but he just shrugged. What if Ben was right and he could have any girl he wanted? That was a dream come true. He couldn’t wait.



Granted Ch. 04



She lit another cigarette and her fingers tapped on the steering wheel. It had been years since she quit smoking, and now not even they could calm her nerves.

Bev rolled down the truck window and blew out a cloud of smoke. What in the world could she be thinking? He was her son's best friend.

Finally he appeared from the front doors of the gym carrying his gym bag. She held her breath. Her insides quivered. He had just showered and his hair was wet. He walked with a confident swagger that most boys his age didn't have, and yet he still had that boyish innocence. He might have been only a teenager, but he was a boy in a man's body.

He stopped at the curb and waved to another boy going off in the other direction with his parents. A smile started to form on her lips. From that angle she could see the bulge showing in the front of his jeans. She wasn't ashamed to admit it was what he had between his legs that interested her. It was what separated him from other men.

He started walking. She wiped her forehead. This was crazy. How had she ever found the nerve to tell his mother that she and Owen would be happy to pick him up so they could go to a movie? What would she do if his mother found out that she was picking up her son to take him home and fuck him?

She pulled up alongside him at the curb and rolled down the passenger side window.

"Hi Grant. Want a ride?" she said.

He stepped over and leaned against the door.

"Hi Mrs. Stills. Where's Owen?"

She took one last hit on her cigarette and threw it out her own window.

"Today I'm Bev," she said.

He grinned. "I didn't expect anyone to pick me up."

"Owen's with his father and his sister. They went to the baseball game. Do you want a ride?"

He opened the door and climbed in and threw his duffel bag in the back.

"Where are we going?" he said.

She put the truck in gear and started to drive.

"I told your mother I was taking you and Owen to see a movie."

"You talked to my Mom?"

"Of course. I had to give her a reason why you wouldn't be home right after practice," she said, and watched him out of the corner of her eye. For a second she felt a pang of regret for her husband. If she was lucky, he would never know what he was competing against.

"That was pretty smart."

"Just trying to cover all the bases," she said.

She put her hand on his thigh, near the warmth of his crotch. He let his legs spread.

"I hope I like the movie," he said.

She chuckled. She felt a stiffness between his legs pushing back against her hand.

"Are we going to your house?" he said.

She shook her head. "We can't go there. My husband could come home early. You never know with him. He might get suspicious if I brought you home to suck your cock."

He didn't answer. She could tell he was thinking about how she was going to suck his cock when it quickly grew stiffer under her hand and stretched down the leg of his jeans.

"We can't go to my house. My Mom is there," he said.

"No. I thought of that, too. My husband would just want a divorce. Your mother? I'd hate to see what she would do to me."

He turned to look in the back seat.

"I guess we can do it in the back," he said.

She snorted. "I didn't go to all this trouble for you to fuck me in the back of my truck."

He stared at her for a second.

"We're gonna fuck, too?"

His cock had become a ridge sticking up along his leg, from his crotch almost to his knee. She had to take her hand away to make a left turn, but immediately put it back on the hard ridge.

"Try not to get too excited, dear. I don't want you to shoot your wad before we even get out of the truck."

"Sorry," he said, and sat back, looking a little dejected.

She started to say something to chide him, but bit her tongue. When he displayed such a mature sense of humor it was easy to forget that he still had the sensitivity of a teenager.

"No, dear. My friend has an apartment. I've made arrnagements with her."

"That's cool. What's your friend's name?"

"Her name's Elizabeth, but she likes to go by Lizzie."

"Lizzie," Grant said, like he was testing the name. "Is she cute?"

Bev laughed. "Why do you ask that?"

He shrugged. "I don't know."

But she had an idea of what he knew. This man-child sitting next to her was discovering a new world where sex was better than the video games he played with his friends, and every girl he met was a possible conquest. She squeezed his cock through his jeans. Was she the one who had created this monster?

* * * *

Lizzie was holding a glass of wine when she opened the door. From the crooked smile on her face, that probably wasn't her first glass. Standing in the hallway, Bev groaned silently inside, but forced herself to smile.

"Bev, dear. Who's your friend?" Lizzie said.

"Lizzie, this is Grant."

Lizzie held out her right hand as they went into the apartment.

"Hello Grant. It's nice to meet you," she said, and shook his hand.

"Thanks," he said.

"Come in and sit down. Can I get you a glass of wine?"

"Uh, can I have a Mountain Dew?" he said.

A slight frown formed on Lizzie's lips and Bev rolled her eyes. She knew exactly what she was thinking.

"Have a seat, Grant. I'll see what I can find for you," she said, and dragged Lizzie into the small kitchen area by her elbow.

Lizzie yanked her arm out of her hand.

"Bev, have you lost your mind? You told me you were bringing a man over to fuck him. Stupid me, I thought you meant a man, not a boy," she said.

"He's not a child, Lizzie," Bev said, and opened the refrigerator, but she forgot what she was looking for.

"Oh no, he's not a child. What is he, twenty? Nineteen?"

Bev clenched her jaws. There was no easy way out of this. The only thing in the fridge was a Diet Coke.

"He's eighteen," she said, and even as the words were coming out she could hear how bad it sounded.

Lizzie's jaw fell open.

"Bev, my God. Now I know you are nuts."

Bev shut the refrigerator door, maybe a little too hard when some of the jars rattled.

"I don't say anything about the girls you pick up," she said.

Lizzie crossed her arms.

"I'm not trolling the middle school playgrounds for someone to fuck."

Bev had nothing to say. She just glared at Lizzie. She was right, of course. Grant was much too young to be involved with any of this. So what was it that made what she was doing all right?

"You'll understand when you see what he's got between his legs."

Bev started toward the next room with the can of pop, and Lizzie grabbed her arm.

"That's what this is all about? You're willing to throw away your marriage, your career, us, you're willing to risk going to jail because of what he has between his legs? Bev, what the hell has happened to you?"

Bev hesitated. Was it really that bad? Was she really throwing everything away?

"What about him? What damage are you doing to him by using him just for his cock?" Lizzie said.

Bev put the pop can down.

"Lizzie, you've become very moral lately. I must be having a bad effect on you. Let's go out there so you can talk to him and maybe he'll let you get a look at that cock."

She put her hands on Lizzie's hips, leaned forward and kissed her lips. She pulled away and looked in her eyes.

"I remember a time when you thought nothing of seducing girls not much older than Grant."

Lizzie's face turned red and she smiled.

"A girl's pussy is real sweet at that age. I took a few boys, too. Back then I wasn't so particular about who I corrupted."

"You corrupted me," Bev said.

Lizzie shrugged. "Sometimes you just get lucky."

They walked out of the kitchen holding hands, but Lizzie let go before Grant saw them. Bev held out the pop can.

"How about a Diet Coke? I'm afraid that's all we have," she said.

"That's great. Thanks," Grant said. He opened the can and took a long drink.

Lizzie sat down next to him. Her eyes glanced down at his lap. There was no way she could miss the shape of his cock that stretched like a thick snake down his leg. The expression on her face though, made no indication that she noticed. Bev left them to chat for a while and went into the bathroom.

She checked herself in the mirror. Her hair was good. She teased it a little with a comb, although she was sure it would be a mess before she took Grant home. Her nails were good. The red polish was still fresh. She took a moment to touch up the bright red color on her lips. She wanted them to look fantastic around Grant's cock, especially if she could get Lizzie to stick around and watch. They would both find out if she had prepared enough for this day.

Lizzie and Grant were laughing when she came back out. She let out a deep breath. It was a relief that they were getting along so well. Maybe this wouldn't be so difficult after all.

Lizzie had finished her wine. She had her hand on Grant's arm, and he looked a lot less uncomfortable.

Bev, where have you been hiding this young man? We've been having a great time," Lizzie said.

"Yeah. Did you know we had some of the same teachers?" Grant said.

Bev sat in the chair across from them.

"I didn't even know you went to the same school."

"It's amazing, isn't it? I can't believe how little it's changed," Lizzie said.

"I'm glad you two are having so much fun. Let's have some more fun," Bev said.

"Sure. What do you wanna do?" Grant said.

Bev put her hand on his knee.

"I was hoping you might let us see your cock."

Lizzie gasped. "You have a cock, too?"

Grant suddenly looked uneasy again. He was glancing at Lizzie out of the corner of his eye, but not looking directly at her. Bev held her breath. Had she misread his desire? Was she pushing him into something he didn't want?

"Uh, sure, I guess," he said, and stammered.

Bev sighed softly. She was having trouble figuring Grant out. Just when she thought he was bold and outgoing, he turned timid and shy.

The room got very quiet. Grant started to unfasten his belt and jeans. Bev and Lizzie watched his hands. Beneath the cover of his jeans, his cock was pulsing like a living thing, and Bev felt a cold shiver down her spine.

He lifted his butt off the sofa and pushed his jeans down to his knees. His cock jumped out and stood straight up and Lizzie gasped.

"Oh my Lord. Does that thing have its own zip code?" she said and covered her mouth with her hand and laughed.

"Yeah, I guess it does," he said. He put his hand around it and stroked slowly.

"Lizzie, would you like to touch it?" Bev said.

"Why not? I haven't touched a cock in ten years," she said and sat forward.

Her hand reached out for his cock, but it was tentative and slow. Grant moved his hand down to the base, like he was supporting a telephone pole. Lizzie's fingers touched it lightly and closed around it. She giggled, but it was nervous and uncertain.

"I forgot how hard a cock feels," she said. Her hand moved up and down on it just a bit. "If I had a cock like this when I was younger I might still be straight."

She laughed and covered her mouth again with her other hand.

"Do you want to play with it for a while?" Bev said.

"Your hand feels really good," Grant said. He let out a sigh and it looked like some of his tension was easing.

"Me? No. But I know a few people who would definitely like to meet you," Lizzie said.

"What people?" Grant said.

"A few friends of mine."

"Grant? She talking about her gay friends," Bev said.

She watched carefully for his reaction. Had he figured it out yet?

"Really? I have a friend who's gay," he said.

Bev and Lizzie looked at each other.

"You do?" Bev said.

Grant chuckled. "Yeah. But I don't know if he liked it when I fucked him. He said I was too big."

Lizzie's eyes got real big. She leaned forward and put her chin in the palm of her hand.

"So you like to do it with boys too?" she said.

Bev couldn't speak. This news was too much to take. Grant, her personal sex toy, had been experimenting with boys.

But it was the look on Lizzie's face that got her interest. She was staring at Grant like a schoolgirl with a crush on the star quarterback. Bev looked from her to Grant, and she was feeling it too, a strange sense of intrigue. For some reason, it was a huge turn on to find out that he was bi.

Grant shrugged. "I mean, I guess it's all right. It's different with Jon and Ben, you know? I prefer girls, though."

Bev didn't say anything. She looked at lizzie, who looked back at her with the corner of her mouth turned up in a half grin. She knew what she was thinking.

But that would have to wait for another day. Right now she wanted to get her hands on that cock, and especially feel it in her mouth. She slipped off the arm chair to the floor and crawled the few feet to Grant on her knees.

"It's my turn to play with him now," she said.

She pulled his shoes off, pulled his jeans all the way down and off, and pushed his knees apart.

"What are you gonna do?" he said.

Bev licked her lips. She put one hand around his cock, holding it near the base like it was a grand sceptre and she had just been crowned Empress.

"First I'm gonna blow you. Then I'm gonna show you how to blow me."

She moved her hand up and down on his cock. It was so hard under the warm, velvety skin. It had a power that she felt all through her body, a power that commanded her to do as it willed, as if the desire she felt for this cock was channeled into her soul by the cock itself. She stared at the head and the little slit. Was it watching her? Did it have a mind of its own?

Some men seemed driven by the will of their cocks. Maybe Grant was no different, but the will of his powerful cock was like an aura that was so strong it attracted any woman who came near it. She bent her head and took the head of his cock into her mouth.

"Oh yeah," Grant said with a sigh.

Bev looked up at him. His head was laid back on the sofa, and his eyes were watching her. There was something so personal, so intimate about looking into a man's eyes when she had his cock in her mouth. The only thing better was watching his face when he was cumming down her throat.

She moved her head over the end of his cock a few times. Her jaw was stretched open pretty good. She sucked it deeper, just to give it a test.

The shaft forced her jaw open even wider. Her tongue was squashed flat. The tip of the head touched the soft flesh at the back of her mouth and made her gag, but she fought it down. This was going to be more difficult than she thought. She pulled his cock out of her mouth and coughed again and again, letting her saliva drip on the carpet.

"Bev, take it easy. Don't choke on it," Lizzie said.

"I'm all right. I'm just going to have to take it slower."

"What are you trying to do?" Grant said.

"Take your cock down my throat," Bev said, and touched her neck.

"Just take it easy. It's not worth killing yourself," Lizzie said.

Bev laughed. "I'd love to hear you explain that to the paramedics."

"Ha ha. Very funny."

Bev giggled. It was fun to atagonize Lizzie. Sometimes she took things so seriously, but then, she was young and little things were still a big deal.

Grant was breathing hard and watching her. For him she had a special treat, if she could only manage to overcome her gagging.

She stuck her tongue out and licked the side of the shaft. Grant moaned. He had big, fat balls, like they were swollen with cum that needed to be released. She licked them too, and felt the muscles of his groin flutter and flinch.

She worked up the shaft with her tongue, tracing the lines of the thick veins with the tip. Her mouth was watering and she let her saliva run back down the shaft into his sparse pubic hair.

At the head she stretched her jaw wide again and took the end between her bright red lips. She bobbed her head slow and easy. This time she would give herself a chance to relax before she attempted to take it deeper.

Out of the corner of her eyes she saw Lizzie stand up and start to remove her clothes. With Grant's cock in her mouth she could only turn her head a slight bit to watch.

Lizzie removed her light blouse and laid it over the back of the chair. The dark tattoo of the eagle with its wings spread on her shoulder contrasted with her white bra. It was a size too small and squeezed her plump breasts so they looked like they were going to burst out of the bra any second.

She turned her back to remove her shorts, as if for Grant's benefit, to let him get a good look at her ass and the spiral, tendril-like tattoo on her lower back, just above the line of her white panties. The contrast matched her personality, lacy and delicate at the first look, but rough and dark underneath.

Lizzie turned around again and Bev glanced up at Grant. He was staring. She could imagine what he was thinking. Lizzie had a full, shapely young woman's figure with a hint of firm muscle tone. He was thinking it was a shame that this girl didn't like to do it with guys.

Lizzie sat down, lifted one leg over the arm of the chair so that the crotch of her tiny panties stretched over her mound, and stuck her hand down the front of her panties. Bev giggled around Grant's cock. That was one of the things she loved about her. She was never afraid to show off for an audience.

Bev took a deep breath, ready to go down hard on Grant when the cell phone in her purse chirped.

"Shit," she said, with the head of his cock touching her lower lip.

Lizzie got the phone out of her purse and looked at the display.

"It's Burt," she said.

Bev let out a big sigh and rolled her eyes.

"Figures," she said and took the phone from Lizzie. She flipped it open and pushed the blue button. "Hello?"

It was Burt. He talked to her, but she could barely hear what he said. How could anyone expect her to pay attention when she had Grant's cock towering over her like the totem of the penis god? She held the phone to her ear with one hand and closed her other hand around Grant's cock with her other.

"No, I'm shopping for shoes," she said, and rolled her eyes. Why couldn't Burt make a decision on his own without always having to consult her?

"Get the kids something to eat. I don't care. Take them to Carters. Don't bring them home before nine. I wanna take a bath when I get home and I don't wanna have to listen to them yelling ... I don't care. Take them to the mall or something ... No, not that mall. That's where I am ... Ok. Goodbye ... Love you too."

She pushed the red button to end the call and shook her head.

"I love the man, really I do, but I swear, sometimes he can be such a moron," she said, and handed the phone back to Lizzie.

"I don't know why you stay with him. It's obvious you've outgrown him," Lizzie said.

Bev looked at Grant. He seemed a bit uneasy being in the room for this conversation.

"I do still love him," she said.

"Are you guys gonna get a divorce?" Grant said.

Bev cleared her throat. He hadn't shown he could be that blunt before.

"Not today. I still have work to do. Lizzie, come over here, please."

She got up and stood next to her. Bev patted the sofa next to Grant.

"Have a seat with Grant. I'd like to show him a few things."

"Ok."

She sat down beside Grant and smiled at him. He suddenly looked too nervous to smile back.

"Let's take your panties off," Bev said.

She reached for the thin straps at her hips and pulled the panties all the way down her legs. She dropped them on top of Grant's jeans.

"Show him how to play with your pussy."

Lizzie face lit up with a bright smile.

"Ok. Give me your hand," she said, and grabbed his nearest hand. She stuck it between her spread legs. "Rub right here with your middle finger. Ooo, that feels nice. You've done this before, haven't you?"

"Not much," he said.

Lizzie reached over and scrubbed her fingers through his hair.




Granted Ch. 04



"Bev, hon, I believe this boy is a natural. Can't wait to see what he can do with his tongue."

"Me too," Bev said.

She sucked on the end of his cock. He had so much of it, and only a little bit would fit in her mouth. She wanted all of it in her mouth, all the way down her throat.

She started slowly, working her head up and down and letting the head of his cock slide deeper over her tongue a little at a time. She was pretty well relaxed. Her jaw stretched more easily and her gag reflex was not as strong.

The head pressed against the soft, ticklish skin at the back of her mouth, where it made her gag the most. That was the hardest part. Once she got past that, swallowing the cock was pretty easy, and with that came the fantastic feel of it sliding down her throat.

But Grant's cock was so thick she wasn't sure she could get her throat to open wide enough to take it. Another problem she didn't expect was that it was so hard she wasn't sure she could bend it to make the turn down her throat.

But she was close. The head was already pushing down into her throat. She'd had other cock down her throat, but never anything this long or this thick.

She pushed her head down harder. Her neck muscles strained. Tears were running down her cheeks, but she fought the need to gag and pushed. Her mouth was full of saliva. She swallowed and her throat opened and the head of Grant's cock slipped past the opening.

She squealed, although it was muffled by his cock, and her eyes snapped open and looked up to Grant's face. He groaned and his eyes rolled back. Lizzie was watching her with what looked like fear or concern in her eyes. She tried to smile, but that was impossible with her lips stretched so far.

Just like before, the gagging was gone. She already had an inch or two of Grant's cock down her throat. She leaned forward and she took another couple of inches.

Grant groaned again. His hips rose off the sofa, pushing his cock deeper, and she had to back off so it didn't go down too fast.

Lizzie's mouth fell open.

"Oh my God that is so awesome," she said.

Bev looked at her. All she could do was blink. Now that she had got this far, she didn't want to take it out and have to start all over. But she could only get about halfway down on his cock. She could move her head back and forth, which made it slide in and out and made Grant writhe and moan, but even when she held his hips and pulled herself toward him, she could only go down on about half of his cock before it got stuck. The harder she tried to force it, the more Grant moaned.

"Oh fuck I'm gonna cum," he muttered.

Bev looked at him and blinked. Did he just say what she thought he said? It was the word fuck that distracted her. She never heard him speak like that before.

Neither had a man ever unloaded his cum before when he was so far down her throat. She had always managed to pull his cock out and take him cum in her mouth.

Grant, though, caught her off-gaurd, and it was too late to pull him out. His cock throbbed and swelled, wedging itself in her throat and cutting off her air. Then his hot, thick liquid was pumping directly into her throat. It backed up quickly and she could feel her esophagus swelling. His cock was stuck in her throat and no matter how hard she tried to push herself away, she couldn't get it out.

It took a minute or two for his orgasm to end and the swelling of his cock to go down a bit before it would slide out. And it came out all at once when she gave a good, hard shove against the rail of the sofa, along with a gush of cum that spilled down the front of her blouse. She fell backward against the chair, coughing and gasping for air.

"Bev, Jesus Christ," Lizzie shouted, and jumped off the couch.

The room was spinning. Bev saw mostly stars, and Lizzie's horrified face. She wiped her mouth and found her hand was covered with cum. Slowly, her vision cleared and she could see Grant, with a similar horrified face.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," she said. Her voice was just a whisper.

Lizzie helped her sit up. The front of her blouse was wet and sticky. That was going to be hard to explain to **.

She tried to clear her throat and her muscles ached.

"What happened to my voice?" she said, but it came out as a hoarse whisper.

"Damnit, Bev. I told you to take it easy. You've abused your vocal chords," Lizzie said.

She picked up her lacy white panties and pulled them back up her legs. Bev was confused. Was that it? Were they finished? Grant still had a pathetic look in his eyes like he was terribly sorry for what he had done. They couldn't be finished. She hadn't had a chance to fuck him yet. Although she had to admit, it was going to be difficult to beg him to fuck her harder without her voice. And how was she going to explain this to **?

"Oh, sure. You'll be fine. What if your voice doesn't come back?" Lizzie said.

Grant held his out hand and helped her to her feet. He was naked from the waist down, and his cock, which was so tall and strong a moment ago, now hung limp between his legs.

"Are you all right?" he said, with a hint of panic in his voice.

Bev smiled and brushed her hand over his hair.

"I'm fine. You can stop worrying. You didn't do anything," she said in her croaky, hoarse voice.

Lizzie, though, had a mean, evil look in her eye, and she was glaring straight at Grant, as if he was the culmination of everything she hated about men.

Bev glanced between Grant's legs. His penis was starting to grow hard again, as if he was oblivious to the damage Lizzie was attempting to inflict with her eyes. Deep in her stomach was an ache of hunger to feel it inside her, but also a twinge of regret. If she took him to the bedroom now to let him fuck her silly, Lizzie would blow a gasket. She bent down, picked up Grant's jeans and handed them to him.

"We;ll have to cut this short, Grant. I'll take you home," she said, and when she looked at Lizzie there was relief on her face.

But there was a big grin on Grant's face. He didn't say anything, and he didn't have to. She could practically read his mind. He just had the best blowjob of his life. She watched him tuck that beautiful cock back into his jeans and sighed. If only she could carry that around for one day. She would let Lizzie know what true power felt like.



Granted Ch. 05



It was hot as hell. Grant set the box of engine parts down next to another box of old, greasy engine parts, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. Owen was in the driveway, pulling the boxes off the back of Principal Breland's pickup truck. He shook his head. How did they get talked into doing this job, anyway?

Grant walked out of the shade of the garage to the back of the pickup. Owen was way ahead of him. He had the easier job. But then, he was in the hot sun the whole time. Even so, he wasn't sweating nearly as much. What was up with that?

Grant peeled his sweaty t-shirt off and threw it on the seat of his bike, which was next to Owen's at the edge of the driveway. It felt good to get that sticky thing off. He wished, though, that he had worn a different pair of shorts. He just grabbed the first pair at the top of the drawer, and they were getting tight, especially around his crotch. It was too bad. A year ago they were his favorite shorts.

"Hey Owen. You wanna take a break?" he said.

The sweat was dripping down his face and he wiped it away with the back of his wrist, trying not to get any grease on his face. Owen stood up and stretched.

"That sounds good. My back is killing me."

"Go in and get a drink. I'll take these boxes off the truck."

Owen hopped down off the back of Principal Breland's truck and went into the house through the garage. Grant climbed onto the truck and pushed the boxes from the front to the back, where he could lift them off.

A lot of the stuff they were unloading was pretty cool, all used engine parts that could be cleaned up. Another time he might like to check them out more closely. Right then, though, all he wanted to do was get his twenty bucks and go home so he and Owen could get something to eat and play video games in the air conditioning.

Principal Breland had been gone a long time. He said he was just going to run up to the store and be right back. That was more than an hour ago. Grant hopped back down and lifted one of the boxes. The garage floor was filling up. He hoped Breland didn't mind if he put the boxes on top of each other.

Owen came out of the house with a tall glass of ice water and a big grin on his face.

"Dude, you should go in there and check it out," he said.

Grant wiped his forehead.

"What?"

"It's Breland's daughter. I don't know what her name is. She's in there with her girlfriend and they're making out, right there on the couch."

"No way."

"Yeah. Go check it out. You gotta see it."

He didn't want to miss this. He'd heard about hot girls in high school holding hands and making out because it turned guys on. He couldn't wait to find out if it worked on him, too.

He opened the door quietly. Would they get scared and quit if they heard him coming in? He walked lightly, looking around into each room. Already, his penis stirred in his shorts.

He found them, right there on the couch in the back room, facing the sliding glass door where the hot sun was shining in. They were two hot looking girls making out, just like Owen said. However, he didn't say anything about one girl's shirt pulled up and the other girl's hands all over her boobs.

With bodies like they had, they must have been older, maybe eighteen or nineteen. It was a beautiful sight to see. His penis quickly grew hard and strained against the front of his shorts.

The girl with dark hair bent down with her tongue stuck out to lick the blonde girl's bare boobs. She saw him first.

"See anything you like?" she said with a sneer.

The blonde girl sat up and looked in his direction.

"Yeah. You got nice boobs."

"Who are you?" the blonde girl said.

Her nipples got hard. She let her boobs hang out like she didn't mind who saw them. The dark haired girl played with the nipple closest to her.

"I'm Grant."

"You're one of my Dad's kids, aren't you?" the blonde girl said.

He nodded. "Your Dad asked me and Owen to help him unload his truck."

"What did you say about my boobs?"

The blonde girl smiled for just a brief second. Her eyes looked at the front of his shorts and one of her eyebrows arched up.

"How old are you, kid?" the girl with the dark hair said.

"Thirteen. How old are you?"

"Seventeen," the blonde girl said.

"I thought so," Grant said.

The dark haired girl sat back and crossed her arms with a smug look on her face.

"How did you know?" she said.

Grant shrugged, as if the answer was obvious.

"You got nice boobs."

"What about you? You got a nice dick?" she said with a belligerent tone in her voice.

Grant grinned. "Yeah, I got a nice dick. It's long and thick."

The girls looked at each other with a hint of a smile.

"Why don't you show it to us?" the blonde girl said.

"Sure. Where?"

"How about right here?"

"If that's what you want," he said with a shrug.

He walked up to the sofa, pulled own the front of his shorts with one hand, reached in with his other hand and hauled his hard dick out. The girls mouths fell open at the same time, and their eyes bulged out.

"Oh my Lord," the blonde girl said.

The dark haired girl looked too stunned to speak. She had a horrified look in her eyes. The blonde girl, though, must have liked what she saw.

The front door opened. She quickly pulled her t-shirt down over her nice boobs. Grant had a harder time getting his dick back in his shorts, but pulled them back up just as Principal Breland walked into the kitchen.

"Grant, you've met my daughter Patsy, haven't you?" he said.

He was carrying a pair of plastic bags from the car parts shop and set them on the counter.

"Sure, we met," Grant said, looking at her. She smiled at him.

"This is my friend Del," she said.

"What's that short for?" he said.

"Delicious," she said with an angry sneer.

Grant and Principal Breland went out to the garage. Owen was sitting on a stack of boxes with his glass of ice water. Grant only realized then that he had been too interested in the girls to get something to drink.

"You boys have done a lot of work. Here's your money. You can quit now if you want. I'll get the rest," Breland said.

He handed each of them a twenty dollar bill. Owen put his in the pocket of his shorts, but Grant had no pocket in his shorts. He folded it up in his palm.

"We can stay and finish. It's just a few more boxes," he said.

Owen looked at him like he was crazy.

"Sure, if that's what you want. I'll be inside," Breland said, and went back into the house.

Owen punched Grant in the shoulder.

"You stupid. What did you tell him that for?" he said.

"I don't know," Grant said, and rubbed the sore spot on his shoulder.

He looked back to the door to the house. He didn't want to say it, but if there was any chance to see Patsy again, he didn't want to miss it.

Owen sat down on the boxes again.

"Then why don't you just take care of those last three boxes yourself," he said, and picked up his ice water.

"Fine. I'll do it."

Grant grabbed the glass of ice water, took a long drink, and handed it back to Owen. He jumped up on the truck, dragged the last three boxes to the tailgate, and hopped down to carry them one at a time into the garage.

Every time he walked by, Owen would stare at his crotch. He set the last box down and leaned against the stack, panting.

"Dude, why do you keep looking at me like that?" Grant said.

"Because, dude, it looks like you put something in your shorts. Did you steal something when you went in there?"

Grant looked down at the front of his shorts. His dick was making a very obvious bulge.

"Shut up. That's my dick," he said, and grabbed it.

Owen laughed. "That's your dick? You oughta whack that thing off."

"Why don't you whack it off for me?"

Owen picked up a piece of wood.

"Bring it over here. I'll whack it off," he said.

"Shut up. Come on. Let's go to my house. I wanna get something to eat," Grant said.

It was difficult riding home on the bike with a hard on. And it hadn't gone away by the time they got to his house. He kept thinking about Patsy and Del making out, and the way Del's hands with the black nail polish were touching her boobs. He wouldn't mind a chance to put his own hands on her boobs. He also wouldn't mind seeing Del's hands, with the black nail polish, around his dick.

Mom had macaroni and cheese waiting for them. They each had two hot dogs and plowed through the entire pot of macaroni. They took their Mountain Dews and raced upstairs to Grant's room.

"What game do you wanna play?" Owen said.

"I don't know. You pick one."

Grant opened his dresser drawer and picked out a clean shirt and a different pair of shorts. He couldn't wear that sticky shirt and those tight shorts any more.

"How about SOCOM 3?" Owen said.

"Cool. You want a clean shirt?"

"Yeah, ok."

Grant threw the extra shirt to Owen. He took off his own sweaty shirt and threw it in the corner by the bed. He pushed down the tight, uncomfortable shorts and let his dick flop out.

Owen had removed his shirt and stared.

"Dude, why's your dick so big?" he said.

Grant looked at it and shrugged. "I don't know. It just got that way."

"Damn. I wish my dick was that big. What do you eat?"

Grant shrugged again. "Same stuff you eat."

He pulled the new shorts up and Owen hesitated a second before he looked away. Grant got the feeling his friend wanted to say something more.

"Let's play," Owen said, and sat down in front of the television with one of the controllers.

The first game went pretty well. It wasn't until the very end that they won, and Grant came out ahead. Owen was usually much better at these games. He seemed distracted, though, and it wasn't until part way through the second game that Grant noticed him staring at his crotch that he understood. The attention made his dick grow harder.

"What did you think of Breland's daughter?" Grant said.

"Yeah. She was hot. Her friend was cute, too. That's what got you so worked up, isn't it?" Owen said, and pointed to his crotch.

Grant looked down at the bulge sticking up in his shorts and rubbed it.

"Yeah. I wouldn't mind doing either one of them.

Owen was staring at Grant's hand on his crotch. He had a look in his eyes that was familiar. It took him a moment to realize it was the same look of desire he had seen in the eyes of Owen's Mom and his sister when they looked at his cock.

"If you could do it with any girl in school, who would you pick?" Grant said.

Owen finally looked away from his crotch. His face was bright red.

"What? I don't know. Who would you pick?" he said.

"I like that new girl, Adeline Holley. I like the way she talks. She's got that southern accent."

Owen was nodding. "Yeah. She's cute."

"She's in my gym class. She always wears those really tight shorts. I love to look at her ass," Grant said.

He wanted to tell Owen that the girl he wanted to fuck most was his sister, Loren. He probably wouldn't be too happy about that, though. How would it make him feel if he knew that he had already fucked his Mom?

"Who would you pick?"

Owen shrugged. "I don't know. I mean, I kinda like Erin Crosley."

"Yeah. She's pretty cute. I'd do it with her," he said, but she was an odd choice. She was just odd.

"If you think about it, any girl is ok in the dark."

"What?" Grant said.

"You know, when you turn the lights off, it doesn't matter what the girl looks like, right?"

Grant was confused. He wasn't making sense.

"I guess so," he said.

Owen started another game. He was back to his usual sharpness and easily carried Grant to the finish. They started another game.

"Would you let a guy suck you off?" Owen said.

Grant nearly jumped. He lost track of the target he was chasing on the screen. He got shot from another direction and had to wait for his character to re-spawn.

How could he answer a loaded question like that? What could he say that wouldn't make him sound gay? He couldn't tell him that he'd already let a guy suck him off.

"I guess if I kept my eyes closed, or if it was dark, I probably couldn't tell the difference, you know?" he said, and held his breath. Did that sound gay?

"Yeah, I know," Owen said.

They kept playing. The game did not go well. Grant couldn't focus, and it looked like Owen couldn't focus, either. The game beat both of them. Grant went downstairs to get a couple of Mountain Dews. When he got back, they opened their cans and waited for a new game to load.

"Do you think guys suck different from girls?" Owen said.

Grant nearly spit out his pop.

"Suck what?" he said.

"You know. A dick."

"I don't know," Grant said.

But he would have loved to tell him that guys definitely suck different from girls, and that Owen's Mom definitely sucked different from his sister.

The game started, but neither of them did anything. The timer was running down.

"I bet you're right," Grant said.

"About what?"

"I bet I couldn't tell the difference in the dark."

Owen turned to look at him and suddenly it all made sense. Grant was a little unnerved. Why didn't he see it sooner? That was why he was checking out his bulge that whole time. Was he really gay? Did he want to have sex with him, or was he just curious to find out what it was like?

"So?" Grant said.

"What?"

"You wanna find out?"

Owen's eyes looked terrified.

"Find out what?" he said.

Grant started to speak, but the words wouldn't come out. Had he gone too far, or assumed too much? His cock was too hard and it was telling him to push it, even if it was against his better judgment.

Grant cleared his throat.

"We can experiment. You know, to see if we can tell the difference," he said.

Owen's eyes blinked once. His mouth was hanging open.

"You mean get sucked by a guy?"

"Yeah."

"I'm not gay," Owen said.

"Neither am I," Grant said.

As soon as he said it, he had to wonder if it was really true. He had fucked Jon and Ben in the ass. That made him gay, didn't it? But he still wanted to fuck girls, especially Loren, if he ever got the chance. So what did that make him?

"You just want to experiment, right?" Owen said.

"Right."

Grant leaned back in the chair, which let his constricted cock stretch down the leg of his shorts. About half of it stuck out, resting against his thigh. Owen looked down at it and his eyes got wide. He reached over and let his hand rest on it.

"Ok, but this is just a scientific experiment, right?" he said.

"Right."

"It doesn't mean we're gay, right?"

"Right."

Owen emphasized his points with his right hand. His left hand was rubbing slowly along the length of Grant's cock.

"And to be totally fair, we each have to take turns on each other," he said.

"That's cool."

"Cool."

They sat quiet for a minute or two. The timer on the game ran out and they both lost again. Owen's hand had moved down so he was rubbing the exposed half of Grant's cock.

"Who goes first?" Grant said.

"I'll go first. I wanna do it to you first. I always wanted to suck on a real cock." His face turned bright red. "It feels funny to say that. But it's true. I've sucked on things before, like the handle of my sister's hair brush, just pretending that it was a hard cock. I love how it feels in my mouth. But man, I couldn't wait to do it for real, just once. So I mean, like I wanna go first, ok?"

"Yeah, that's cool," Grant said.

He pushed his shorts down to the floor. Owen let go of his cock for a second, then grabbed it again when it was standing straight up.

"Loren's brush was never this big," Owen said. He stroked it a few times. "This is just an experiment, right?"

"Right."

Owen nodded. "I'm gonna lick it, ok?"

"Ok."

Owen bent forward. His face was only about an inch from the head of his cock. His mouth opened and his tongue stuck out, and he licked the tip.

Grant let his breath out slowly between his lips. This was going to get really good. He could tell that from the way Owen looked at his cock, and the way he held it.

What if Mom walked in and caught him with his cock in a guy's mouth? How mad would she be about that? Would she be more mad than if it was a girl sucking his cock?

Owen kissed the head. Grant wasn't surprised by that. It was what he did next that surprised him. He opened his mouth wide and slipped down over the end of his cock. Grant gasped. He took it deep, deeper than he expected for his first time, as if he had been practicing for that first chance with a real cock for a long time. He tried not to groan out loud, but couldn't help it.

Owen took his cock out of his mouth.

"Does that feel good?" he said.

Grant had closed his eyes, and opened them again.

"Yeah. Sorry. I couldn't help it."

"That's ok. It's just an experiment. It's supposed to feel good."

Grant nodded. "Of course. This is just an experiment," he said.

But what about when it came to his turn? Would it still be just an experiment? Would he be as enthusiastic about sucking on Owen's cock as he was about his?

"Let's move to your bed, ok? I want to get in a more comfortable position," Owen said.

Grant glanced at his bed. That would make it seem much more like they were having sex than just an experiment.

"Ok," he said.

He stood up. Owen's eyes stayed on his cock, which bobbed and swayed heavily in front of him. He left his shoes on and his shorts around one ankle when he sat on his bed. At the moment he felt uncomfortable being completely naked in front of his friend.

Owen didn't seem bothered. He sat down on the bed beside him.

"Are you ok with this?" he said.

"Yeah. You keep sucking me like that and you're gonna make me cum," Grant said.

"Really?" Owen said, with a bit of a smile.

They sat beside each other on the edge of the bed. Owen put his hand around his cock again and pumped slowly.

"Yeah. Is that what you want?"

Owen shrugged. "I guess. Do you want me to make you cum?"

"I guess we better do it like that, you know, just to make it real."

"Yeah, well, we gotta go all the way or it's not a real experiment, is it?"

"No, I guess not," Grant said.

He felt a moment of apprehension, and hoped it didn't show. On one hand it would be pretty cool for Owen to make him cum. On the other hand, though, Owen would expect him to make him cum too, and what if it happened in his mouth? The thought made him shiver.

"I'm just gonna start sucking on it again, ok? When you feel like you're gonna cum just let me know, ok?" Owen said.

"Yeah, sure," Grant said.

Owen bent down and put his mouth over the end of his cock again. Grant groaned and his eyes closed. Ok, so maybe it wasn't going to be so easy when it was his turn to suck on Owen's dick. Until then, he was going to enjoy the blowjob Owen was giving him.

His head moved up and down slowly. Grant scooted back on the bed to lean back on the pillows, and Owen moved with him, in-between his spread legs, never letting his cock leave his mouth.

"Oh man," Grant said with a low groan.

Owen pulled his cock out.

"Am I doing all right?" he said.

"Yeah, you're doing it real good."

"Have you ever had our dick sucked before?" Owen said.

"Yeah."

"You have? Who'd you get it from?"

Grant thought for a second. He could list a few, including Owen's Mom, his sister, and his cousin. He probably didn't want to hear about them, though.

"Emily," he said.

Owen's eyes got wide.

"Emily Proctor? No way."

"Yeah, she had it in her mouth," Grant said.

Owen shook his head.

"Man, you are so lucky. Did you fuck her, too?"

"Yeah. Just once."

"Man, I'd love to fuck her. She gets me so hard. You been sucked by anyone else?" Owen said.

"A few."

"Who were they? Anyone I know?"

"I don't think I should talk about them," Grant said.

"That's cool. You gonna tell Emily about me?"




Granted Ch. 05



"I don't know. You want me to?"

Owen frowned and shook his head.

"Hell no. She might think I was gay. Then I'd never have a chance to fuck her."

He lowered his open mouth over the end of Grant's cock and started sucking. Grant watched him with his mouth hanging open. He'd swear this wasn't the first blowjob he'd given.

Owen's head moved up and down. His cheeks were sucked in and he had one hand around the shaft, moving up and down in sync with his head. Grant's breathing got heavier, and he was squirming. Owen's eyes looked up to his face.

"I'm gonna cum," Grant said with a deep groan.

Owen's eyes got wide. He moaned around his cock, and the moment it started to happen, he pulled it out. His hand squeezed tight around the base of the shaft. Grant groaned from deep in his throat and his ass lifted off the bed.

The first shot made his whole body jerk. His eyes were squeezed shut and he didn't see where it went until he opened his eyes after the second shot.

It had hit Owen on his cheek. The second spurt hit his neck and was running down into his shirt. It continued to shoot out, landing on Owen's hand, on Grant's stomach and legs, and the bed. Owen was laughing and still squeezing his cock.

"Man, I never saw so much cum. I don't do it that much when I jerk off. How do you get so much cum? Is it something you eat?" he said.

"I guess I just got big balls. They hold a lot of cum."

Owen sat back on his knees and pushed his shorts down. His short erection stood up.

"I wish I had big balls with a lot of cum like that," he said.

Grant stared at his erection. He had seen Jon's hard cock, and Ben's, but this time it was different. This time he wasn't just there to look at his cock. He was going to touch it, and more. Owen put his fist around it and started pumping.

"So? How was it? Could you tell any difference from the way Emily did it?" he said.

"Yeah, actually, I could."

"Really?"

"Yeah. You were better."

Owen laughed. "No way."

"Yeah. It was her first time, too. She wasn't very good."

Owen grinned. "All right. That's pretty cool. I just hope my dick grows a little bigger, like yours."

"Why?" Grant said.

"So girls will like it more. Like Emily."

"You got a nice looking dick. So what if she doesn't like it? I mean, she's just one girl. Besides, I bet it's gonna get bigger," Grant said.

Owen took his hand away. His dick wasn't even half the size of Grant's.

"You think so?"

"Sure. Maybe I can help it," Grant said.

He crawled toward Owen on his hands and knees as if he was drawn to his short, pink dick. He couldn't believe he was actually doing this. He couldn't believe how he felt anxious to put Owen's dick in his mouth.

He bent forward in front of him and put his hand around it. Owen gasped.

"That feels really good. I never had anyone else touch me like that," he said.

The feel of Owen's dick sent a tingle down Grant's spine. It was very hard, and warm. This might not be so difficult after all. His own dick swung between his legs like a length of steel pipe. If this got him hard again he was going to have to fuck someone to get off real good. How would Owen feel about taking the experiment that far?

He closed his eyes, opened his mouth and used his hand to guide Owen's dick past his lips and teeth. The tip of the head touched his tongue and he closed his lips around the shaft.

"Oh my God," Owen said.

He slumped back against the wall and his dick popped out of Grant's mouth. He opened his jaw quickly before it caught on his teeth.

"That is totally awesome. I've never done that before," he said.

"Neither have I."

Owen's short dick stood straight up. Grant stared at it and took a deep breath. No matter how he felt about sucking it, they had made a agreement, and now it was his turn. He crawled between Owen's spread legs.

"I'm gonna suck you until you cum, all right?"

Owen just nodded. His jaw hung slack and it looked like he wasn't breathing.

Grant stroked his dick a few times. The right thing to do for him was to lick it and kiss it all over, just like his Mom did when she sucked him. He didn't think he could manage all of that, though. That stuff was just too ... intimate. Maybe the next time, if they ever got a chance to do this again.

He bent his head down and let Owen's dick slip into his mouth. Owen groaned. Grant moved his head back and forth, sliding his lips along the length of the shaft, and over his tongue, just the way Owen's Mom did that he enjoyed so much.

He moved his head back and forth a little faster. Owen groaned a little louder. It was easy to take his whole dick all the way into his mouth. It felt good sliding on his tongue and pushing against the roof of his mouth, better than he expected. He just wished it was a little bigger so he could feel it stretching his jaw open, like the way Owen's Mom stretched her mouth so wide to get around his own cock. He'd have to try it with Ben. He had a bigger dick, not as big as his, but big enough to get his mouth around.

He was imagining how he might look kneeling in front of Ben with his cock in his mouth when Owen grunted and a warm, thick fluid quickly filled his mouth.

He jerked his head back and Owen's last spurt landed on the bed. But it was too late. He already had a mouthful of Owen's cum. He turned his head and spit it out on the floor.

Owen had a big grin on his face.

"Man, that was totally awesome. You let me cum in your mouth. I never knew anything could feel so good," he said.

Grant wiped his tongue with the back of his hand.

"Yeah, well, I didn't mean to do that."

It was the nastiest thing he had ever tasted, and the most disgusting thing he could imagine, to have another guy's cum in his mouth. He didn't even want to taste his own cum. How could Ben like it so much?

"Dude, you're all like hard again," Owen said, pointing between Grant's legs.

Grant sat back against his pillow. His cock was stiff, but not completely hard, and its own weight caused it to droop a bit to one side. He stroked it a few times and it quickly stiffened and stood straight up.

"I think I need to fuck someone," he said.

"Really? Who are you gonna fuck?" Owen said.

"I don't know. You wanna let me fuck you?"

Owen sneered.

"No way. I told you, I'm not gay. You're not putting that thing in my ass. I'm outta here."

He hopped off the bed and left without even looking back. Grant tried to think of something to say to make him stay, maybe just an apology, but it was probably best to let him leave.



Granted Ch. 06



The tests were stacked on the dining room table. She had just barely started, and it would take all night to get through them. Karyn shook her head. Whatever in the world gave her the idea to give a three page test to four algebra classes?

The test she just finished grading got 110 out of 117 correct. Not bad. Better than most of the first few tests. She set it off to the side and picked the next test in the stack. Hopefully, the rest would get better. She wasn't that bad of a teacher, was she?

She took a sip of her tea and rubbed her eyes. It had been a long day already. How was she going to make it through the rest of the night? It was a little after five. Doug would be home in about half an hour, and she had to get dinner ready. Maybe she would tell him that tonight was a good night to get pizza. Grant would like that. She would even ask Owen if he'd like to stay for dinner.

She paused and listened. The boys had been quiet for a long time. Usually when they played those video games they would yell and laugh so loud she would have to ask them to keep it down. She tapped her red pen on her knuckle and looked up at the ceiling, as if she might be able to see through it. What were they up to? If she didn't know any better, she might think they had a girl up there.

She shook her head and chuckled. That was ridiculous. She went back to grading the tests, but only got through a couple more before she had to stop again. She shook her head. It was too difficult to concentrate. Now she had to know what they were doing. But that was silly. Didn't she trust her own son?

She pushed back the chair and stood up. Of course she trusted him. She was just going to get a notebook from her room, and on the way she would peek in his room to make sure they were still alive. That wasn't spying. That was being a responsible parent.

At the top of the stairs she stopped to listen. Still, she didn't hear much besides their muted voices, then what sounded like a groan. What were they doing in there?

Grant's bedroom door was open a crack. She stood still in the hallway and took a deep breath. How wrong was it for her to pry on her son's business? But she was way too curious not to find out now.

She took a step toward the door, hoping she didn't step on one of those squeaky floorboards. She peeked in the crack of the door and her mouth fell open.

"Oh God," she said in a soft whisper.

That was the last thing she expected to see. Grant and Owen were on the bed, both naked from the waist down, and her son was on his knees with his friend's erect penis in his mouth. She covered her open mouth with her hand. This couldn't be happening. She didn't want her only son to be gay.

She watched for only a few more seconds, then had to tear herself away. She stood with her back to the door, shaking her head. The whole world was spinning.

She went into her room and sat on her bed, still shaking her head, and wiped away a tear. Where had she gone wrong? Was she not firm enough with him? Was she too hard on him? Grant was involved in sports. Doug was an excellent father and a good, strong influence on their son. She sobbed. What was he going to say when he found out?

She got up and paced. This wasn't right. She couldn't let this happen. She and Doug had worked too hard to raise a gay son. She had to do something to turn him around before his friend corrupted him any further. She needed a girl, a sexy girl who would show Grant how much better girls were than boys. But who could she get who would agree to sleep with her son?

She sat on the bed again with her head down in her hands. This was a disaster. How could her handsome son be gay?

She heard Owen's voice and looked up. He came out of Grant's room and ran down the stairs. What was that all about? She got up and went to her bedroom door. Did they have a fight? Why did he leave in such a hurry?

She looked at herself in the mirror on the folding closet door. There was no other choice. She would never find another girl that she could ask to seduce her son. By the time she did it would be too late. Hell, it might be too late already.

She would just have to take care of it herself. She cupped her breasts in her hands. They weren't as big as she had hoped they would grow when she was a young girl. She still looked good, though. She was going to be thirty three in a few months. That wasn't old, was it?

She turned sideways. Her stomach was still flat, maybe not as flat as before she got married and gave birth to Grant, but still looked good. It was her ass that bothered her. Doug said he loved it because he could get his hands around it, but to her it looked huge.

She took a deep breath and stared hard at her reflection. This was a crazy idea, maybe the craziest idea she ever heard of. It had to be done, though. There was no other way. Her beautiful son was broken and only she could fix him.

Walking across the hall from her bedroom to his bedroom, she felt stiff, like she was a robot being controlled remotely. She stopped outside his door. Owen had not bothered to close it. Inside, Grant was sitting in the chair facing the tv, which had a game paused. She couldn't tell exactly what he was doing, except for the up and down motion of his left am. She shook her head. How could Owen just walk out on him when clearly he still needed to be satisfied? It was just as well. That was a mother's job.

She took a step into his room.

"Grant?" she said.

He dropped something and grabbed a pillow from his bed to cover his lap.

"Mom? What are you doing here?" he said with a twisted, painful look on his face.

She clasped her hands together in front of her.

"I just saw Owen run out. Is anything wrong?"

"No. Nothing."

His face was bright red. Karyn bent down and picked up a magazine that had fallen to the floor by his foot.

"Did Owen give this to you?" she said.

"No. Jon did."

She opened the magazine and flipped through a few pages. It had pictures of men having sex with women. If Grant was looking at that, how did that fit in with him being gay? She sat down next to him and looked at the pillow on his lap.

"It's ok if you're masturbating, dear. You don't have to hide it from me," she said.

"Jeez Mom ..."

"You don't have to explain. I saw what you were doing with Owen."

Grant's face turned pale and she hesitated. Had she said too much? Had she started something that was better left alone? She had to remember that she was there to lead him in the right direction, and she would have to feel her way cautiously.

"Grant, dear ... I don't want you to think that I think being gay is wrong. I just think you have ... more potential," she said.

Usually, when she was standing in front of her class, the words came easily to her. At that moment, though, she was having trouble finding the words to say what she was feeling.

"Mom, I don't think we should talk about this," he said.

He looked very uncomfortable and pushed the pillow down on his lap. Karyn shifted on the chair and it squeaked. She cleared her throat. It felt strange to be in the presence of her son when he was so clearly aroused.

"Um ... we need to talk about this before your father finds out. He won't be nearly as understanding as me."

Grant nodded, even though he had a frown on his lips, and she was relieved that he agreed with her. It made the next part of what she had to do a little easier. She put her hand on his knee.

"Grant? Do you like girls?" she said.

He shrugged. "Sure. Why?"

"Would you kiss a girl?"

"Yeah."

Karyn held her breath. This next part might be tricky.

"Let's say a cute girl asks you to show her your penis. Would you do it?"

"Sure, I guess."

She nodded. His answers seemed too easy. It might be too late to fix him. She was going to have to do something more drastic.

"Grant, would you show me your penis?" she said.

He chuckled. "But you're my Mom."

"How about this. Don't think of me as your mother. Think of me as Karyn, one of the girls you go to school with."

He was quiet for a few seconds, as if he was considering the idea. Then he nodded and smiled.

"Ok ... Karyn."

She smiled back. It was working.

"So Grant. You're a cute guy. Do you think I'm cute?" she said.

"Yeah, you're pretty cute," he said, and grinned real big, like he was enjoying the act.

This was ok, even if it was just an act for him. At least they moving were in the right direction. All she had to do was get him to make the big step from sex with a boy to sex with a girl. What he needed was to know how it felt to get a blowjob from a girl. She felt a shiver down her spine. She couldn't believe she was even thinking about giving her own son a blowjob.

She slipped her hands up under her blouse and squeezed her boobs. Grant's eyes got wide.

"Do you think I have a nice body?" she said.

Her voice had taken a deeper, husky tone that surprised her. She hadn't heard herself talk like that since ... since she was dating Doug.

"Yeah Karyn. You got a hot body," Grant said.

She felt a tingle down her spine again. He might have been her son and they might have been just doing a fun little act, but it was still exciting to hear that she had a hot body. How long had it been since Doug told her anything like that?

She pulled the chair closer to him.

"I'll bet you have a nice penis, don't you?" she said.

"Yeah, I got a nice cock," Grant said, and grinned real big like he knew something she didn't.

She leaned forward and let her hand stroke his muscular thigh.

"Would you like to show it to me?"

"You wanna check out my cock?" he said.

"Yeah baby," she said with a giggle.

She was getting into the act, too, and she hadn't done anything this exciting in years.

He removed the pillow. Her breath caught in her throat and her heart skipped a couple of beats. She struggled to keep the shock from showing on her face. She saw him sucking on Owen's penis, and that was what she expected to see, not this.

What her son had hanging between his legs was not a penis but a tree trunk. She'd never seen anything so big. It was as thick as her wrist and easily as long as her forearm. It was hard, but bent over as if its own weight was pulling it down so that the head just touched his knee.

Her heart started beating again and she took a deep breath. This must have been what he was grinning about. Now what was she going to do? She had led him on and it looked like she'd got herself into more than she could handle. How could she get out of it now when she was the one who started it?

She swallowed hard. But this was her own mission. Her son was turning gay and she had to turn him back, no matter what it took, and she had to do it before Doug got home.

"What do you think?" he said.

She smiled. "You're right. You have a nice penis."

Her hand reached for it as if drawn to it like a magnet. She felt like she had stepped outside her body and was watching the scene from the other side of the room. Her fingers closed around the middle of the shaft and her blood surged. It was so hard and hot and felt so good in her hand. Her head spun. How in the world her own son had been blessed with a cock that must have been twice what his father had she would never know.

"Did Owen suck on this for you?" she said.

Her voice was soft, almost a whisper. Her hand moved slowly up and down the shaft.

"Yeah."

"Did you like it?"

Grant shrugged. "He did all right."

She nodded. His answer sounded like he had experience getting blowjobs. How many blowjobs had he received? Worse, how many had he given? And was he giving these blowjobs to older men? The thought made her shudder.

"You'll like it better when a girl sucks on it," she said.

His eyes brightened.

"You think a girl would do that?" he said.

Karyn felt a surge of pride. This was going to work. Maybe she wouldn't have to go through with this after all.

"Sure. I can think of a couple of girls who would like to ... suck your cock," she said.

She had to pause to take a deep breath. The head of his cock seemed to turn toward the sound of her voice, like a serpent searching for its prey.

"Like who?"

"Like me for one," she said, and felt a moment of panic.

That was it. She had crossed the line. If there was any thought that she might not have to go through with this, it was too late to go back now.

"You?" he said.

She nodded. "I'll show you if you really want."

Grant sighed. "I guess. If you think that's all right."

She rubbed the soft underside of his cock head with the tip of her thumb.

"It'll be all right. It'll be better than all right. Watch," she said.

She bent forward, closer to his huge cock. Her heart pounded in her chest. Every cell of her body told her she should feel wrong about this whole thing. She was leaning down to suck her son's cock, for goodness' sake. Instead, she felt like a bad girl for doing naughty things, and it felt so right.

She stuck her tongue out and licked the tip. This was the way she started with Doug every time. Would Grant like it as well? She licked some more and watched his face for his reaction.

He didn't look interested. Was it because he just got a blowjob from Owen? She had promised him that a blowjob from a girl was better than a blowjob from a guy. Now she was going to have to give the best blowjob of her life.

"Do you like it when I lick it like this?" she said, and let her warm breath blow over the head of his cock.

"Yeah."

She kissed it and let the head slide between her warm, wet lips.

"Do you like it when I kiss it like this?" she said.

"Yeah."

She stared at the fat head, which glistened with her saliva. So far so good. The hard part was coming up. She was going to have to take this cock as deep into her mouth as she could, which was not going to be easy.

"Tell me how this feels," she said.

She took a deep breath and stretched her jaw open as wide as she could. She barely managed to get the head past her teeth. This was going to be impossible. Why would she give herself such a difficult task? She needed to get more of it in her mouth than just the head if she was going to make the right impression on him.

But Grant moaned, so he must have been enjoying it. With the head of his cock pushing her tongue flat, she looked up to his face. His eyes were closed. She worked her head back and forth a little bit. He opened his eyes and looked into hers and smiled. That was all she needed. She would force his cock deeper to show him that she could give a better blowjob than Owen. She tried to smile back, but her lips were stretched as far as they would go.

She had her hand on Grant's thigh and felt the tension ease from his muscles. She slid off the chair to the floor and maneuvered between his legs. That was the only way she could get the best angle on his cock, if she was going to get any more of it in her mouth.

Her head moved back and forth slowly. Her free hand moved up and down on the length of the shaft. He was moaning a little more, like he was starting to enjoy it. What if he enjoyed it too much? Could she handle letting him cum in her mouth? Hell, she never let Doug cum in her mouth.

She closed her eyes. This job was too important to worry about that. If it happened, it happened. Besides, would it be so bad if she had to drink her son's cum? She opened her eyes and looked down along the length of his shaft. She just hoped he didn't cum so much it would drown her.

Her jaw was getting sore. It was too soon for that. She was just starting to work a bit more of his cock in. She was used to sucking Doug's cock, and he was only about half of Grant's size.

It was getting easier, though. Already she could feel the head pushing against the back of her mouth. She estimated that she had taken only two or three inches. Grant still had a whole lot more cock. The only way she could take more would be to swallow it down her throat. Was that even possible?

"Oh Karyn. That feels so good," Grant said.

She panicked for a moment before she remembered that they were doing an act. She wasn't his Mom, but a hot chick from school. He wasn't her son, but a cute guy with a huge dick. The thought was amusing, and she giggled around the cock in her mouth. And if she was one of his girlfriends, she would have to hope that her Mom didn't find out that she was sucking a guy's dick. That would get her grounded for the rest of her life.

He touched her cheek and brushed her hair from her face.

"You ever had your mouth fucked?" he said.

Her eyes got wide. Suddenly she was frightened. He put his hand on top of her head and it was too late when she realized what he was doing. He had cupped her head in both hands with his fingers around the back of her neck and his thumbs on her cheeks.

He was no longer a school boy, but was stronger than most boys his age. He had her locked in his grip and she couldn't get away. She tried to scream, but it was just muffled to a pathetic squeak by his cock.

He held her head in place and pumped with his hips. She pushed against his legs, straining to get away. The few inches of his cock was sliding in and out of her mouth, and a little more. He pushed in and she could feel the head start to go down her throat.

But he wasn't being rough. She relaxed for a second. He was going slow and gentle. It wasn't so bad. Her fingers had dug into his thighs and she eased her grip. She actually enjoyed it, except for the few times when he pushed a little too hard and made her gag. Her jaw was going to ache, though.

He still had a lot of cock not being used and he could probably kill her easily if he wanted to force her to take all of it. She shivered. That kind of power made her dizzy.

He was pumping his cock into her mouth a little faster and a little rougher. He must have been getting close, just when she was starting to enjoy it. She braced herself for the flood she was about to receive. Her fingers clawed his thighs and she squeezed her eyes shut.

She had never let any man cum in her mouth. What was it going to taste like? How much cum could Grant store in those oversized balls?

He groaned and squeezed her head so tight she was afraid he was going to crush her. This was it.

The first huge load shot right to the back of her mouth and made her gag. With all that cock in her mouth, there wasn't much room for anything else, including her own tongue. She tried to swallow but couldn't keep up with the massive flow. She couldn't hold it in. Her son's cum burst out of her mouth and spilled down her chin. She managed to swallow only a little bit. There was no way she could keep up with the volume, and he was still giving it to her.

Finally, he let go and she pulled her head back. His cock was still spitting cum at her, and two big blobs hit her face. The inside of her mouth was coated with it, and it was slimy and gross and the taste was repulsive. Even worse, it had dribbled all over her white blouse. That was going to leave a stain she would never get out.

"Goddamn Karyn. That was fucking cool," he said.



Granted Ch. 07



She sat back on her knees and wiped the cum from her mouth with the back of her hand. She had to smile. She forgot again that they were playing an act and for those few minutes she wasn't his Mom, so she couldn't really scold him about talking to her in that language. Besides, she nearly had his erection down her throat. Shouldn't she expect him to talk to her like that?

The front of her blouse was soaked with cum. Some of it even landed on her shorts and her bare legs. She reached for the top buttons of her blouse.

"Do you mind if I take this off?" she said.

Grant's eyes got real big. She stood up and unbuttoned the blouse slowly, one button at a time. He stared at her hands the entire time. She smiled. He was no different than any other guy, always irrationally fascinated with a girl's boobs.

She removed the blouse and dropped it on the floor. She took off the bra. Grant's eyes got even bigger and he grinned. She rubbed her fingertips over her hard nipples.

"You make my nipples hard, Grant," she said.

He just stared. Was she the first woman he'd seen naked? She unbuttoned her shorts and let them fall to the floor. His wide eyes stared at the front of her panties. Was he beginning to get an idea of what she had in mind? Would she be the first woman he had slept with?

"Stand up honey, and I'll take your shirt off," she said, and held out her hands.

He stood up in front of her. She pulled his shirt off over his head and dropped it next to her blouse and bra. His long cock was not as hard as when it was in her mouth and drooped, but brushed her leg. Just the thought of feeling that thing pushing into her pussy made her wet.

Grant was staring at her boobs and licked his lips.

"Would you like to touch them?" she said.

"Hell yeah," he said, and put his hands over them.

He squeezed hard and she winced. She reached down and stroked his cock. He groaned behind his closed lips. He never got completely limp and soft, and already it was getting hard again.

She closed her eyes. Her breath was heavy. Her fingers barely closed around the thickness of his shaft. How in the world was she supposed to get that massive thing in her tiny pussy?

"Would you like to lie down with me?" she said.

She glanced at the clock by Grant's bed. She had to move this along. Doug would be home shortly, and she hadn't even started dinner yet.

Grant scrambled onto his bed and laid on his side with his back against the wall, leaving room for her to lie down next to him. His cock flopped and swung like the tails of a shirt he forgot to tuck in. On his side, it lay across his thigh and on the mattress.

She climbed on the bed next to him, still wearing her damp panties. How long before those came off?

She laid on her back and picked up his cock to let it drape over her thigh. Grant had a big, dopey grin and his eyes stared at her breasts.

"Grant, baby, would you like to make love to me?" she said.

She stroked his cock slowly. It was beginning to get hard again. He reached over and put his hand on her breast.

"Do you mean it?" he said.

She looked down at his cock and took a deep breath.

"Of course I mean it."

His hand moved down over her belly into her panties, and his middle finger pressed right on her clitoris. She gasped and grabbed his wrist. She stared into his face. Where did he learn to do that?

His hand moved farther into her panties, despite her tight grip around his wrist. Did this boy have any idea how strong he was? His finger wiggled between her wet lips and into her pussy. She flinched.

"Wow. You're really tight in there. You think my dick is gonna fit?" he said.

She was trembling. She didn't want to do this. She couldn't imagine how much it was going to hurt. But what choice did she have? She pushed her panties down past her knees and spread her legs to let him play with her pussy.

"Maybe if we just go slow, ok? Real slow."

"Ok."

She tried to hold herself up on her elbows so she could watch him fingering her pussy, but it just felt too good and her arms would not hold her up. She lay back on his pillows, staring up at the ceiling, churning her hips and moaning softly. For a boy who liked to fool around with other boys, her son knew just the right places to rub her pussy.

Another thing that was odd were the posters of the girls on his walls. Why had that not struck her before? The girls weren't naked, but wearing bikinis. Nevertheless, the pictures were very sexy. Why would a gay boy have pictures of girls on his walls?

She looked around. What else was there about her son's room that was inconsistent? Everything looked right, from the pictures of his favorite basketball players to the model airplanes he built with his father. But why did he have a tube of toothpaste on the night stand by his bed?

Grant's middle finger pressed on her hard clitoris. She shuddered and gasped and her hips lifted off the bed. She stared at the tube for a long time, delirious with pleasure, before she realized it wasn't toothpaste.

"Where did you get this?" she said and picked it up so he could see the K-Y printed on the side.

"My friend gave it to me."

"What friend? An older man?" she said, and a chill ran down her spine. Was her son being molested?

"No."

"Did you use this to have sex with Owen?"

Grant grinned. "No. It just feels good when I jerk off."

"Oh," she said, and felt silly. But who was his older friend? "Can I use it?"

"Sure, if you want."

She opened the tube, squeezed a generous blob onto her fingers and rubbed it all over his huge penis, coating the whole thing. He moaned and closed his eyes.

"Oh Karyn. That feels really good," he said.

She kept rubbing, smearing the grease along his thick shaft with an odd squishing sound. She was content to do that for as long as she could, but apparently it wasn't good enough for him. He crawled up on his knees between her spread legs. She tensed and her teeth ground together. Was she ready for this?

He rubbed the greasy, slimy head of his cock on her slit.

"I bet you're gonna be warm and tight," he said.

She tried to smile back, but was too nervous to make it look sincere. At least he seemed eager to do it with her.

He pressed the head between her pussy lips and she nearly jumped off the bed.

"Grant, please, go slow," she said, and pushed against his chest with one hand.

Her other hand was still locked around his cock. With all the grease, though, she couldn't get a good grip, and he had all the leverage.

He pressed forward with his hips. The head of his cock split her open and pushed slowly into her body. She bit her lower lip and a groan came from deep within her chest. She felt like a virgin all over again, even though that was ridiculous. But it hurt, a lot like the way it did when Grant's father took her virginity eighteen years ago.

He pushed again and she winced. It was painful, there was no doubt about that. She expected that. His hips were keeping her legs apart and his cock was sliding in slowly. She raised her head to look at her crotch. He had about half of it in already. How she was able to take any of it without splitting open she didn't know. It hurt, but in a way that felt so good. She wanted all of his cock inside her, if she could take it. She was stretched and stuffed full, and she wanted it bad. That she hadn't expected. 

His cock hit bottom. She flinched and pushed against his chest with both hands.

"That's too deep," she said, and was surprised by the tone of panic in her own voice.

Grant eased back a bit. She let out her breath. That was a new sensation. She'd never felt a man's cock hit bottom in her pussy. It never occurred to her that she might have a bottom.

The intense pain of being stretched faded quickly. What was left was an exquisitely odd sensation of being stuffed full of hard cock.

"What do you want me to do now?" he said.

She stroked the ridges of his ribs with her fingertips. Her legs were trembling. The soft insides of her thighs brushed his smooth hips. This wasn't so bad. Somehow, she had managed to take her son's huge cock inside her. When they were done, if she remembered, she would have to get him hard again and measure it.

She reached up and touched his cheek.

"Are you uncomfortable?" he said.

He looked puzzled. "Uncomfortable?"

"I know you'd probably rather be doing this with Owen or your other friend. I just hope you're not too uncomfortable having sex with a girl."

"Are we, uh, still play acting?" he said.

She chuckled. "No. You don't have to act anymore if you don't want. We can stop now if you're not comfortable with this."

He leaned over her and his cock pushed a bit deeper. She sucked in a breath.

"I don't really wanna stop, Mom. I kinda like fucking you."

He started pumping his hips. She groaned. She was going to say something, but quickly forgot what it was. All she could do now was hold on. She was about to get the hardest fucking of her life.

If time passed or the sun changed position, or even if it had rained, she did not notice. For her, time came to a stop. She became entwined in her own tiny universe of pleasure, and the only thing that populated that universe was her, her son, and her son's delicious cock.

He hammered it into her body over and over. It struck bottom so many times she couldn't keep count. Counting, though, was probably the most difficult thing she could try to do. At that moment, breathing was too difficult.

She squeezed her eyes shut and clung to Grant's body with her arms and legs. His hips rose and fell, coming down on her hard, jamming his fat cock too deep into her body. She wanted to beg him to slow down, or at least let out a groan, but she had no breath to do either.

Not that it mattered. She couldn't believe how good it felt to have such a large cock inside her, sliding in and out of her pussy, even if it was her son's. No, on the contrary. Especially if it was her son's.

"Fuck me. Oh God Grant ... Fuck me," she whispered.

She wasn't sure that he heard. He didn't need encouragement, though. He was doing just fine on his own, almost as if he had done this before. Who would have imagined that her son would turn out to be a well-endowed sex machine?

He was making her cum. She bit her lower lip until she tasted blood. She couldn't believe it. Even Doug never got her off. She usually had to finish herself after he was done. And Grant was making it happen for her his very first time.

She groaned and panted and her body twitched beneath him. Lights flashed in her eyes like a dozen cop cars were chasing her down. Her body convulsed and she thought she heard herself scream, but it sounded like someone else from another room.

The last of her strength finally gave out and her arms and legs fell limp to the mattress. She was panting to catch her breath, and she was covered with sweat, mostly her own, but a lot of Grant's as well.

He wasn't even breathing hard. He held himself over her on his strong arms, smiling at her, churning his hips slowly in small circles. It took her a moment to realize that the warm, soothing sensation spreading through her belly was his cum.

She rolled her eyes shut. That was a crazy thing to do. She probably should have been more careful. What if she got pregnant by her own son?

"That was great Mom. Wanna do it again?" he said.

She opened her mouth to speak, but paused. Did he mean right then? She could feel his penis getting soft. How many times had he cum already? She tried to sit up and immediately felt a soreness deep in her belly that made her groan.

"We'll see baby, ok?" she said.

Grant grinned like the eager young kid he really was. She had already made up her mind, though. She still had to work to keep her son from turning gay. She was going to have to let him fuck her like that a few more times before they really made some progress.