"Do know why your father sent you here?"
"I don't care."
Brock looked like an angel. Soft Blue eyes that sparkled. My grandson had a wrestler's body having been on the team four years at his high school. But he was lazy. His father had spoiled him rotten.
"Just tell me which bedroom is mine?"
"Attitude is not allowed in my house."
"Whatever. I just want to chill for a while. Which room?"
I grabbed him by his forearm. "The blue bedroom." "Drop your backpack. And come back here."
Brock vanished, and two minutes later the television roared to life. I’d given him four minutes to drag his spoiled ass out here, or I was going to pull him out—kicking and screaming if I had to.
I waited. I gave him an extra minute. As I suspected he was ignoring me. I marched into the blue bedroom furious. I grabbed him by the back of his neck and dragged him into the Den. I unbuttoned his jeans.
"What are you doing old man?!"
I pulled his jeans down and tossed them aside. He stood there in his Prada silk briefs. His crotch was heavy. "You're sick old man!"
"The lawn mower is next to the grill. Mow the back lawn. Stripes. Don't stop until it's done. If you don't do it right, you will be punished."
"You want me to mow the lawn in my underwear, old man! You're sick."
I raised my hand up. He flinched, turning away then he marched out of the den. He opened the sliding glass door and slammed it shut.
I dialed my iPhone. "Brad, it's Dad. Am I to understand I have full authority over your son?"
"Complete. You want to spank him go ahead. Do what you want with him. Like maybe you can get through to him."
"Last thing. My grandson is wearing Prada briefs. I know for a fact that it costs two-hundred dollars for three pairs. What the fuck Brad?"
"He moaned about it for weeks, he said we never gave him anything. He guilted us. I bought them to shut him up."
"I have a better way of shutting him up. Work."
As he hung up from talking to his son Brock walked in. "There, old man it's done. Can I have my pants back."
I moved to the sliding glass door. The lawn was a distorted jumble of curves, stops, missed spots. I screamed, "I said Stripes! You made a mess!"
"Then maybe you should have done it yourself, old man!"
I turned to him and pushed him on sofa. I harshly pulled off his expensive briefs and headed to the kitchen. I grabbed the scissors and cut up the underwear.
"Are you nuts? Do you know how expensive these are. They're Prada!!"
I marched into the blue bedroom, grabbed his backpack dump its contents. fifty bucks, jeans, two T-shirts and two more pairs of Prada skivvies. I started to cut both of them up. He tried to push me.
I maybe 60 but I lift weights every other day. Tia Ching every day. I am six-foot four and weigh 175 pounds of muscle. I pushed the brat to the sofa with one hand. Then marched into the kitchen found a plastic spatula. He saw what I was carrying.
"What are you going to do, old man?"
He tried to escape but I grabbed his arm and he dropped onto the sofa; I pulled him cross my knees. "You want to act like a child; I'll treat like one. "
I raised the spatula in the air spanking his butt repeatedly. I wanted that butt red.
"I'm nineteen years old. Stop it." Another smack on his ass. That's when I felt something on my thigh. It took me a minute to figure what it was. I slapped his ass again realizing what I felt. My grandson had a hardon. He was enjoying this. He wanted to be disciplined. My son never disciplined Brock. So, it was up to me!
I tossed the spatula. My hand came down hard on his round butt not too hard. I spanked him a few more times. He cried out!
My last wife divorced me when I confessed to her that I was bisexual. No one in the family knew. Nobody's business. In the kitchen I pulled opened a drawer and pulled out an apron.
Brock was naked on the sofa covering "his boys." I stood him up. His hard cock between us, mine getting harder. I tied the apron around his waist. Stay in this or you get another spanking, kiddo."
I made dinner. We ate in silence. He said very little, but he kept looking at me. Not with anger but with desire.
Two hours later. Time for bed.
I fell asleep but awoke around 2 am. I'd heard something. In the dark I could still see my bedroom door move. I froze. I felt the bed move as my grandson slipped under the covers of my bed. I felt his mouth on my cockhead. He's gay. He gave good head. Taking my big cock isn't easy. I got so hard. He lapped at my cock. I was hard as granite. Now or never, I said to myself.
"Brock?'
"It's me Grandpa."
"You're a good cocksucker."
"I'm blowing you to say, thank you and I'm sorry. When I felt your hardon while you were spanking me, I knew you were getting hard because of me. " He turned on the nightstand lamp.
"Grandpa, will you fuck me. I've never done it before."
"I don't know about that, Brock."
"Please. Your cock is so big. I like big cocks. I want to feel you inside me. Please."
I put him on all fours. Lubed him up. Smacked his ass hard. He shivered from the slap and let out a purr. He loved it. I was surprised he was so loose not the tightness I would have expected. He moaned as I entered him. "Your ass is so loose. My cock went right into your hole." I smiled.
"I bought a dildo on-line last year. I've been playing with it nightly. Sometimes twice in a day."
"I'm going to fuck you good."
I sunk my whole cock up his 19-year-old hole, my grandson. I banged him like a cheap hustler. Rapid-fire cock! I flipped him over, raised his legs in the air. I shoved my cock in again harder. He whimpered. I banged like nobody's business.
"It's so big grandpa. I love it."
Then I let him have it. I nailed his ass. His moans got louder. I heard slapping skin as our thighs banged together. He was breathing harder and harder, moaning. He put his hands on my back then on my ass squeezing it. Our lips met and that drove both of us crazy as we kissed.
For the rest of the summer, I fucked him hard, spanked him until he shot his wad of cum. I ate his ass, came up his hole multiple times. I even had a buddy come over and we spit-roasted him. He loved it. He was a good boy after that!
But that's another story ...
