Fuck, my life’s a goddamn shitshow, and it’s only gettin’ messier. I’m Andy, 18, fresh outta high school, stuck at home with my Grandpa, 65, whose Alzheimer’s-fucked brain’s turned him into a horny mess. He’s a retired military officer, built like a fuckin’ tank, but his memory’s shot. He thinks I’m his dead wife, Jennet, ‘cause I’m her skinny, male doppelgänger. We’ve been bangin’ like porn stars—me fuckin’ his tight ass, him suckin’ my 7-inch cock, cum flyin’ everywhere. A secret camera in his room caught it all, my twisted way of joggin’ his memory. Thought it was our dirty little secret, but I fucked up big time.
It started a month ago. Mom was out, and my cousins—Grandpa’s other grandsons, Jake and Kyle, both 19, jacked football players—crashed for a family barbecue. I’m in my room, jerkin’ off to one of our videos, laptop open like a dumbass. Jake barges in, laughin’ like a fuckin’ hyena, holdin’ up his phone. “Yo, Andy, what the fuck’s this?” It’s a clip of me poundin’ Grandpa’s ass, his moans blarin’. Kyle’s grinnin’, rubbin’ his crotch. “You’re fuckin’ Grandpa? Nasty… but hot.” I’m freakin’ out, tryna snatch the phone, but Jake’s too quick. “Chill, bro, we want in,” he says. Kyle pulls out his dick—8 inches, thick as fuck. “Bet he’d love this too.”
I’m pissed, yellin’, “He’s got Alzheimer’s, assholes! He don’t know shit half the time!” But they ain’t listenin’. Jake’s strokin’ his 7-inch cock, smirkin’. “We’ll show him the video. C’mon, don’t hog the fun.” I’m torn—part of me wants to punch ‘em, protect Grandpa, but my dick’s twitchin’ at the idea of all of us goin’ at it. Before I can stop ‘em, they barge into Grandpa’s room. He’s on his bed, confused, askin’ who they are. Jake plays the video, and Grandpa’s eyes go hazy, mumblin’, “Jennet?” He’s lost, thinkin’ we’re all his wife.
Jake pulls down his pants, wavin’ his cock. “Suck it, old man.” Grandpa hesitates, scared, but Kyle guides his head, gentle but firm. Grandpa starts suckin’, slow, then deep, like he’s in that horny zone. I’m standin’ there, dick hard, heart racin’. This is wrong, but I can’t look away. Kyle strips, his big cock bouncin’, spits on Grandpa’s hole, and slides in, makin’ him moan around Jake’s dick. Grandpa’s takin’ it from both ends, lovin’ it, but then he shakes, eyes panickin’. He pulls off Jake, gaspin’, “Andy! Help!” His Alzheimer’s is fuckin’ with him, makin’ him think he’s in danger.
I snap. “Get the fuck off!” I yell, shovin’ Jake. He stumbles, and Kyle pulls out, pissed. “What’s your deal, Andy?” Grandpa’s curled up, shakin’, tears in his eyes. I hug him tight, like he’s my kid. “It’s okay, Grandpa, I got you,” I whisper, strokin’ his hair. He clings to me, mumblin’ “Andy.” Jake and Kyle stand there, dicks hard, annoyed. I grab Jake’s phone, show Grandpa the video again. “See, it’s us. You like this, right?” He nods, voice shaky but horny. “Yeah… I like it.”
Grandpa grabs my hand, clear as fuck for once. “Let ‘em, Andy. I want it.” I’m stunned. Jake finds a note on the nightstand, in Grandpa’s shaky handwritin’: “Let these young studs use me however they want.” I don’t know when he wrote it, but it’s like he’s tellin’ himself to go for it. So I let it happen. Kyle slides back into Grandpa’s ass, Jake’s cock in his mouth, and I join, lettin’ Grandpa suck my dick. He’s moanin’, takin’ all three cocks like a pro. Kyle cums, fillin’ Grandpa’s ass. Jake blows down his throat. I unload last, cum drippin’ down his beard. Grandpa’s smilin’, but then he blanks out, confused again. I clean him up, tell Jake and Kyle to fuck off, but they’re already plannin’ more.
Fast-forward a couple months, I’m at State college with Jake and Kyle, who’re big shots on the football team. Mom moved Grandpa to a care home nearby, thinkin’ it’s safer, but Jake and Kyle are sneakin’ him out, sellin’ his ass to frat boys for cash. They’re pimpin’ him out, braggin’ about “the old military stud who takes cock like a champ.” Frat dudes pay 50 bucks to fuck him raw or get sucked, and Jake and Kyle are makin’ bank. I find out when I overhear some bros in my dorm laughin’ about it. My gut twists—I know it’s Grandpa.
I track ‘em to a grimy frat house, reekin’ of beer and weed. In the basement, Grandpa’s naked on a mattress, gettin’ pounded by two frat boys, cum on his face. Jake’s countin’ cash, Kyle’s filmin’. I storm in, yellin’, “What the fuck are you doin’?” Jake waves a wad of bills. “He loves it, Andy. Check the note.” Kyle smirks, “He’s a cumdump bitch now.” Grandpa’s moanin’, callin’ “Jennet,” lost in his fog. My dick’s hard, but I’m pissed.
Then Derek, the football team’s star and a total prick, struts in, 9-inch cock swingin’. He’s the campus bully, known for beatin’ kids for fun. He shoves the frat boys off, snarlin’, “My turn, and I ain’t payin’.” Jake argues, but Derek backhands him, sendin’ him sprawlin’. Kyle shuts up, scared shitless. Derek spits on Grandpa’s hole and rams in, fuckin’ him brutal. Grandpa screams through a cum-stained gag.
I lose it. “Stop this shit!” I charge Derek, but Jake and Kyle grab me. I punch Jake’s jaw, tackle Kyle, and we’re scrappin’ on the floor. Derek’s still fuckin’ Grandpa, who’s moanin’ like a slut. I break free, lunge at Derek, but he’s a tank. He slams me against the wall, fists to my gut and face. I’m bleedin’, seein’ stars. “Why you ruinin’ this, bro?” Derek growls. “He loves it. Look.”
Grandpa’s crawlin’ on all fours, ass up, cum leakin’, beggin’ Derek, “Keep fuckin’ me! I need it!” He’s a total cumdump bitch, addicted to dick in his ass. My heart breaks—this ain’t Grandpa, just a shell, brain fried by Alzheimer’s and our fucked-up games. I kneel, shakin’ him. “It’s Andy! Your grandson! We gotta stop!” But he rips open my jeans, suckin’ my cock like a starved whore. His mouth’s warm, tongue swirlin’. I feel like shit, but I let him, body screamin’ yes.
Derek laughs, still fuckin’. “He’s gone, bro.” Jake and Kyle, bruised, join in. Grandpa grabs their cocks, mumblin’, “More…” Jake shoves his dick in Grandpa’s mouth with mine, Kyle slides into his ass with Derek, double-penetration style. It’s brutal. Derek cums, floodin’ Grandpa’s ass. Kyle unloads next. Jake blows, cum spillin’. I shoot down Grandpa’s throat, him gulpin’ it. Derek calls in frat boys, who circle Grandpa, jerkin’ off. “Bukkake time!” one yells, blastin’ cum on Grandpa’s face, chest, beard. He’s drenched, rubbin’ it in, smilin’ like an idiot.
Grandpa’s still beggin’, but his body gives out. He collapses, cum poolin’, breathin’ heavy. I’m cryin’, realizin’ it’s too late. Alzheimer’s and our games turned him into this cum-cravin’ slut. I look at Jake and Kyle, countin’ cash, and know I can’t stop ‘em. “You can use him,” I tell ‘em, voice shakin’, “but I’m stayin’ with him. No more gettin’ worse.” Jake nods, maybe guilty. Kyle shrugs.
I’m at every “session” now, holdin’ Grandpa’s hand while frat boys rail him, wipin’ cum off his face. He don’t always know me, but sometimes he mumbles “Andy,” and it’s enough. The video’s spreadin’, Jake and Kyle are makin’ bank, Derek’s fuckin’ for free, and I’m stuck in this hell, watchin’ my Grandpa drown in cum, knowin’ I helped start it. College was supposed to be my escape, but it’s just me, my cousins, and a cumdump Grandpa, livin’ a secret that’s gonna bury us.
