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Mr Ballard and his grandson Jay
October 07, 2021 | Full Length Video : 16min 41sec
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I was quite surprised when Grandpa Ballard invited me for a weekend away. He said it would be just the two of us and, if I’m honest, I found the idea fairly horrifying. I didn’t actually think he liked me that much.

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At family parties he was always way too busy gassing with my cousin Danny to come and ask me anything about what I was up to. When I aced my exams and got into a top university, he didn’t even send a card.

Grandpa Ballard was always quite a stern guy who came across as a bit cold and aloof… except, of course, where Danny was concerned. But, when the invitation came, my Dad said it would be rude not to go, so off I went…

To cut a long story short, he booked us into these log cabins in some boring old forest miles up-state. It took hours to get there and the conversation during the journey was polite at best.

We arrived after dark and I was utterly freaked out when we got to our room and he immediately offered to give me a massage! The whole situation suddenly seemed to be laced with some kind of sexual intent. I mean, the last time I offered to massage someone, I was definitely trying to get them into bed. But this was my Grandpa!

What made it all the more confusing was that, as soon as he made the suggestion, I immediately started thinking all these entirely inappropriate thoughts which suddenly made my dick pound and throb.

Minutes later, his hands were all over my body, and, well… one thing led to another and I ended up with a mouthful of his creamy spunk!

It was instantly a little weird between us, and we pottered around the cabin in our fluffy white robes for the rest of the evening, talking stiltedly about everything except what we’d just done. But, I guess, after a while, the ickiness of the situation started to subside, and was slowly replaced by a return to a feeling of horniness.

He’d periodically part his legs and I’d catch a glimpse of his flaccid dick rolling over his thigh and think, “I’ve just had that in my mouth…” And every time the thought occurred to me, my dick started to stiffen again.

At one stage he was lying on the bed reading something and I had the sudden urge to cuddle up next to him. He seemed quite happy with this, and took his glasses off before putting his arm protectively around me. Seconds later, he leaned in for a kiss.

I don’t know why the experience felt so bizarre. I guess kissing like that - proper kissing - is about the most intimate thing it’s possible to do. Curiously, way more intimate than sucking someone’s dick! At least that’s what it felt like at that moment.

He was an amazing kisser. He smelled so good. His breath was minty. He was wearing a really heady scent. I just sank into him, heart pounding, desperate to see how far we were going to go this time...

I started groping his big thick dick again and it immediately stiffened in my hand. I felt an overwhelming sense of desire as I wrapped my lips around his dick again. Somewhere at the base of his shaft, my tongue ran over a patch of dry spunk from where he’d shot earlier and that just added to the horniness.

He told me to get on my back and I wondered if he wanted to fuck me. Then he fixed me with a stare which told me everything I needed to know: He wanted me and he was gonna have me.

I got my fist wrapped around his dick, licked the palm of my hand, and started to jerk him. His eyes immediately rolled back in his head and he started to groan lustfully as he grabbed my legs and pushed them back.

His dick was now resting between my cheeks, very close to my hole. We were staring at each other. I think we both must have looked quite shaken. It was almost as though we were daring the other to pull away, to back down, knowing the immensity of the rubicon we were about to pass.

He spat on his dick again, getting it real wet before staring at me, almost as though he were asking if I was sure I wanted it. And at that moment, that very moment, I knew we were gonna go all the way.

I smiled at him and guided his cock towards my hole. Seconds later he started to push and I could feel it creeping into me - very slowly filling me up. It was, without any doubt, the most intense experience of my life. I was placing my entire trust in him. If he didn’t go real slow, he’d injure me, rip me apart…

Once fully inside, he started to pump me, and my entire body was suddenly buzzing and humming. He dragged me back on the bed so that he could get a better position and I felt like a rag doll in his big strong arms.

My mind started to race. I wondered how many other boys he’d been with. My cousin Danny, for sure. I wondered how I was comparing to him. At that moment, I felt helplessly inexperienced.

The change of position enabled him to bang a great deal harder and faster. In fact, he took my breath away. I kept looking up at him and seeing an animal. He was no longer my Grandpa. He was a guy whose dick had taken over. He just wanted to bone me and shoot his enormous load into me. I was there entirely for his pleasure… but it felt so darn good!

I could tell he was edging. He’d go hard and fast, then take a deep breath and slow down again to prevent himself from cumming as quickly as his dick was telling him he should.

He started moaning and groaning, sweat started flying from his forehead. He turned me onto my front and pushed into me again from behind, grabbing the waistband of my jock strap and thrusting into me with brutal force.

He suddenly pulled out and started yelling and I could tell he was deep in orgasm. Moments later, I could feel his sticky semen dripping onto my ass cheeks. Then he was slowly pushing his dick back into my crack so that the last few squirts of his carnal pleasure could enter me.

The very semen that had made my Dad was now entering his son. The thought was exciting beyond words. It was like Grandpa Ballard was stamping his ownership on me, establishing himself as the true alpha male of the family.

…And I was his. Entirely.

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JAY

Played by Jay James
MR BALLARD

Mr. Ballard is nearly unmatched in his physicality. Not only is he a tall, powerful man with a serious look, but he knows how to use his strength to intimidate and defend his loved ones. But despite his rough exterior, he's a gentle giant when it comes to his family. Especially around his grandson, Danny, he would do anything to protect him and keep him away from harm. Having filled in a lot as a father figure, he is very close to the young man and invested in his happiness. This became more complicated by the fact that he started to feel sexually drawn to the innocent young man. When a close hug turned into a surprise kiss, he felt his impressive, beer-can thick cock stand at attention, making him question his motives for the sweet faced boy. Fortunately, thanks to the Forbidden Boy Hotel, Mr. Ballard is learning that he can still be the father figure Danny needs as well as a passionate, caring, primal lover.

Played by Max Sargent
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1. Welcome to Forbidden Boy Hotel 19mn
I remember the first time I kissed my grandpa. It was my birthday, a few years back. It sort of came out of nowhere. He went in for a hug and he kissed me on the cheek. He’d done it before a hundred times, but something made me turn my head a different way and his lips planted on mine. No one else saw, it happened so quickly, but time seemed to stand still for a little bit. In truth, it was my first time kissing a guy. An unusual situation, I know. But what surprised me was what happened at that moment. I tasted my grandpa on my lips like I never had before. My heart pounded and I held my breath, not sure what he would do. He looked at me, somewhat intensely, and then smiled and carried on with the party like nothing had happened. I thought about that kiss a lot. It made me feel something… something hard to explain. It was like being warm, but also dizzy, but also incredibly alert. I wanted to feel like that all the time. And whenever that feeling came over me, I would think about that kiss and get an erection. I even masturbated thinking about it. As intense as it was, it was the last time my grandpa ever kissed me. He hugged me still, but he always seemed to keep some distance between himself and me. He even stopped hugging me all together by the time I was 18 and just started patting me on the shoulder or back. I felt like I’d done something wrong or made him uncomfortable. That was until one day when he gave me a special surprise. He wanted to take me on a special weekend away, something we hadn’t done in ages. Long before the kiss, even. He said he couldn’t tell me where we were going, but that he thought I would enjoy it. I thought maybe we were going camping or to some sort of park. But as his car started to take certain turns, I realized that I started to recognize the path. I thought for sure it was a coincidence, but as he took one familiar turn after another, I felt my heart beat fast and my breath get short like it had on that birthday. I knew where he was taking me because I had been there before. He was taking me to the Forbidden Boy Hotel. I wasn’t sure if he’d heard something from Mr. Landon or Ian or what. He didn’t seem angry or concerned, so it must have been for some other reason than to scold me. Then, a thought occurred to me that made hard as rock: what if my grandpa is taking me there to fuck me? The rest of the drive I didn’t know what to say. The radio filled the silence for the last stretch, but once the keys were out of the ignition, I tried my best to play everything off cool. I still didn’t know what exactly to expect, but I didn’t want to do anything that would tip things awkwardly one way or another. But once we were inside, I saw the familiar furnishings and layout from before. My grandpa walked around the place, getting his bearings and figuring out where the bedroom and bathroom were, places I’d already seen but pretended I was discovering as well. Every moment that passed felt like an eternity as I awaited my fate. Things became abundantly clear when I returned from a brief separation to find my grandpa in a white bathrobe. In his hands he held another robe with a white jockstrap on top. He hadn’t said much as we entered, but all he said now was “put these on.” My hands shook when I took off my clothes. I wasn’t a virgin anymore, but nothing prepared me for this. My head swam with different fears and fantasies and questions. When had he planned this? Was this because of the kiss? Did he remember it? Am I making a mistake? Can I really do this? When I presented myself in front of him, he gave me a look that made me forget all my doubts. He came closer to me, making me feel so small next to his large, muscular body, and gave me a deep kiss. His face moved slowly, making me breathless as I waited for his lips to touch mine. As they did, I felt the reason why he likely waited so long to kiss me again. Between him and myself, I felt a firm, hard extension from his loins poke into my stomach. He had an erection! It never occured to me that he would respond similarly to me, but with his lips on mine, I could feel my grandpa’s hard on aching to come out! He didn’t remove his robe right away, though. Instead, he pulled mine off, letting it fall from my body onto the floor, revealing my naked body, save for the tight jockstrap he provided. He looked me over, feeling my chest and arms, taking me in his eyes. He even reached around to my backside, feeling the cheeks of my exposed ass. It felt so good. My grandpa then laid me down on a bed face down. I was more excited than I could imagine, turning into a puddle as he began to run his hands on my back. I thought he was going to give me a massage, but then I felt the unmistakable feeling of his scruffy beard and mouth trailing behind his hands. He kissed me from my neck all the way down my spine, rubbing me and relaxing me until his lips began to kiss my ass. My back arched as he did, seemingly involuntarily to the way it shot pleasure throughout my body. I couldn't believe that his tongue was sliding between my ass, lapping at my hole. My cock was pressed between the bed and my stomach, grinding into the bed as it swelled up and began to leak. My grandpa had an incredible tongue. I didn’t realize that being licked and kissed there could feel so good. He came up for air after a while of swirling his tongue around to kiss me on the lips again. As he did, I could see that he took off his robe. He was so handsome, so strong, so sexy. And the bulge in his jockstrap was like a baseball! As much as I loved the deep rimming he gave me, what really set me off was when he brought out the clear, glass toy. It was like a wand that he used to trigger every internal pleasure. He oiled it up, getting it good and wet before he moved it between my cheeks where his tongue had been. It felt cool and firm, like a steel pipe, but smooth and rounded like it had no edges whatsoever. I was nervous, but looking back at my grandpa, he nodded and told me it would be okay. I trust my grandpa more than anyone else. And even though I was a little scared, I wanted to do it. For him. It seemed too big at first. Like it could split me in two. But when grandpa gave me one more deep kiss and I felt my body open like it had for my first time. The toy slipped inside my hole, pushing up against my prostate. My balls felt funny and my cock leaked even more on my stomach. I felt like I was about to explode and I tried to hold back as much as possible. But it was no use. Suddenly and without control, I burst all over my stomach, right through my jockstrap and onto the bed. Jet after jet of cum poured out of me, covering me in my own fluids. At first I was embarrassed, worried that I’d disappointed my grandpa and ruined the opportunity to show him I could be a good boy. Thankfully, he didn’t seem bothered. He actually seemed amazed! He smiled, thrilled to have given me pleasure. I lifted myself up and he could see the mess I’d left on myself. He ran his hand all over it, playing with my cum and tasting it, bringing it to his fingers and up to his mouth. He ate it like it was some sweet treat. It was wild to see him swallow my cum, but all it made me want was a taste of his!
2. Breeding My Grandson 17mn
The longer we stayed at the Forbidden Hotel, the more I felt myself wanting grandpa. The first few times were kinda strange. I guess I somehow felt, I dunno, that perhaps what we were doing was a little wrong. Sometimes, when we were both spent, we’d lie together and he’d sort of apologize and I’d tell myself it wasn’t gonna happen again. But then I’d find myself looking at him - those big, sexy arms, the line of fur across his amazing chest - and my heart would just start pounding and all I could think about was having him once more. As our time in the hotel continued, I guess we started to behave like lovers, not family. Sometimes I’d come out of the bathroom, see him lying on the bed with a semi hard-on poking out from under his robe and just feel the need to kick things off. That’s how it started this morning. I had a shower, I put my robe on and I walked into the bedroom and it was like I was suddenly drunk. All I could see was grandpa there on the bed and all I wanted to do was kiss him. Like, proper kissing. Deep tongues pressed into each other’s mouths… because I love how he kisses. He takes it real slow. And his kisses tell me how much he wants me. We both wear jocks these days. He took me out to buy some and told me he always wants me to wear them. He says if I do, sex with him will never be far from my mind. And he’s not wrong there! The moment I pull that jockstrap on, I start to get hard, thinking about what he’s gonna do to me today, what he's gonna teach me, what I’m gonna learn… the level of pleasure I’m gonna experience. The robes were off in seconds this morning and he was on top of me, between my legs, licking and kissing my body, both of us naked but for the jocks. I wrapped my legs around him and he started to kiss my neck. He kept pushing my hands back behind my head - showing me who was in charge... Then he rocked my body back, got his tongue deep into my hole and pulled my balls out of my jock so that he could alternate between sucking them and tonguing my ass. He did everything so sensuously. And I loved the feeling of his beard tickling my thighs. The moment he pulled his thick, meaty dick from his jock, I knew I had to have it! And sure enough, seconds later, I was gritting my teeth as he pushed himself deep and raw into me. He knelt behind me and fucked me while I was on my back. The strokes were real slow to begin with as he got me used to the sensation. I have a second when I realize how strange it is to be penetrated by my grandpa, but his deep thrusts make me stay in the moment and not question it. It still sometimes feels like he’s trying to split me in two, but I know now that I’m always going to be okay, and that, after a minute or so, I just won’t want him to stop. I like to look up at him and see his face contorted with ecstasy. I just want to please him more and more. I want to do whatever will make him happiest. Is that weird? He turned me over and did me on all fours and I felt my body going limp as he started to pound me. Before long, I was pushing back into him so that I could feel as much of him inside of me as possible. He got faster and faster and was groaning and grunting. It was almost animalistic. Then, suddenly and without warning, he came inside me. I could feel the squirts blasting deep in my guts. It was such an amazing, magical experience. That’s the seed that made my dad! He pulled out for a moment and played with the wetness around my ass, but then pushed himself straight back inside me and we kissed so passionately and meaningfully. I love my grandpa and I know now that he loves me too...
3. Deflowering Another Grandson 29mn
I don’t really talk to my cousins that much. Our families are spread out all over the place and as we’ve gotten older we see each other less. If it wasn’t for my grandpa, I don’t if we’d see them beyond the occasional Christmas or Thanksgiving. It surprised me, then, when I got a sort of cryptic text from my cousin, Danny. The text thread was a few years old, picking up from some Secret Santa stuff, to suddenly, out of the blue, it read: “Just saw grandpa. He wants to talk to you. Just go with it.” That’s it. “Just go with it.” I didn’t know what it meant. I tried to get more out of him, but he seemed to not want to say much more than that. Sure enough, about a week later, I got a call from Grandpa Ballard wanting to take me away for the weekend. It was a little strange for him to want to spend time with just me and not my dad or other brothers. We weren’t exactly the most close pair, but maybe he just wanted to change that. The words “just go with it” stayed in my head. Danny’s never steered me wrong before, so I figured, why not? At the very least, my curiosity was piqued. We drove a ways away to this little house in the woods. It reminded me of the type of rentals my friends and I had eyed for after graduation. It was cozy, small, but clean and modern. I figured we’d spend the weekend just talking about school and jobs and such. But almost immediately, things felt off. Inside, we found some bathrobes and jockstraps placed on a table. It seemed like strange amenities for a rental, but grandpa proceeded to hand me a set and brought me to a wood panelled room to change. I was definitely interested in a sauna or hot tub, but I didn’t really ever plan on being in one with my grandpa! But before I could even find out where we were sleeping, I was in a small changing area, watching him strip down to nothing! It was clearly meant for one person. I sat on a bench about a foot away from him as he casually dropped his pants and his cock fell out. It was massive! It looked like a rhino horn more than a dick. I couldn’t tell if he was hard or not, but it seemed to stick out much more than I would have guessed! I tried not to stare, but where I was seated, I didn’t really have anywhere else to look… except for his face. Grandpa Ballard just put on his jockstrap, tucking away his monster member like it was no big deal. He flashed me a quick smile, almost as if to say, “all set, kiddo!” I tried to play it cool, but I couldn’t believe what was happening. What’s more… it made me even more curious. When it was my turn to change, I didn’t really know how to proceed. I did as he did, stripping down and removing my clothes. When I took off my underwear, I felt a little flush in my face. I lost my footing slightly and my grandpa placed a hand on my hip to keep me still. This would have been fine, except his hand was on my bare ass when he did it. It was somewhat innocuous, but I couldn’t help feeling my heart race. I’d never been touched… there… before. And to think that it was my grandpa. I don’t know. It was weird, but I think only because I didn’t mind… Once I had my jockstrap and robe on, I followed him out of the tiny space, hoping to find a nice area to relax. But instead of walking into a sauna, we made our way into a brightly lit day room with a large, flat bed. It seemed more for massaging than for sleeping, which made my tense up even more. My grandpa’s touch definitely made me feel confused before. The thought of a full massage made me nervous. I mean, what if I accidentally got hard? Grandpa was very gentle and comforting as he laid me down, taking off my robe and setting it aside. I could hardly breathe, let alone speak. I was about to ask him if this was okay, but before I could bring the air out from my lungs, I felt him straddling me from behind, his legs on either side of mine, as he began to slowly and sensually massage my back. I won’t lie. It felt good. Really good. But all the while, I kept thinking that I shouldn’t be here. “Just go with it.” Sure thing, Danny. Easier said than done. But Grandpa Ballard seemed to know what he was doing. His fingers moved around my body, relaxing me more than I thought I could be in that situation. And even when he put his hands on my butt again… I don’t know. It felt really good. So good that I felt myself getting more than a little aroused. I tried to stay on my front, not showing the prominent bulge in my jockstrap, but as I was worried about hiding myself, Grandpa Ballard seemed more interested in finding all my sensitive spots. His hands moved over my backside, playing with my hole, shooting a fiery sensation throughout my body, even making my cock leak a little. I couldn’t believe it, but I didn’t want it stop. “You like that?” he asked. Maybe it was my breathing or the way I moved my hips, but he seemed to know I was enjoying his massaging quite a bit. Then, removing all sense of denial, he pulled my nuts out of my jockstrap, cradling them and licking them. I felt the air leave my lungs then. His mouth continued to explore my loins, moving up to my ass and licking at my hole. The feeling of his bristly beard and wet tongue was so wild and hot, I didn’t want it to end. He paused for a moment to whisper, “You taste like all the boys in our family, too...” Then it hit me. Danny! This was what Danny was trying to tell me! I knew I was going to have to compare notes with him when I got back, but for now, all I could think about was how much I loved having grandpa’s mouth on me… and thinking about putting my mouth on him...
4. Breeding My Boy Jay 17mn
I was quite surprised when Grandpa Ballard invited me for a weekend away. He said it would be just the two of us and, if I’m honest, I found the idea fairly horrifying. I didn’t actually think he liked me that much. At family parties he was always way too busy gassing with my cousin Danny to come and ask me anything about what I was up to. When I aced my exams and got into a top university, he didn’t even send a card. Grandpa Ballard was always quite a stern guy who came across as a bit cold and aloof… except, of course, where Danny was concerned. But, when the invitation came, my Dad said it would be rude not to go, so off I went… To cut a long story short, he booked us into these log cabins in some boring old forest miles up-state. It took hours to get there and the conversation during the journey was polite at best. We arrived after dark and I was utterly freaked out when we got to our room and he immediately offered to give me a massage! The whole situation suddenly seemed to be laced with some kind of sexual intent. I mean, the last time I offered to massage someone, I was definitely trying to get them into bed. But this was my Grandpa! What made it all the more confusing was that, as soon as he made the suggestion, I immediately started thinking all these entirely inappropriate thoughts which suddenly made my dick pound and throb. Minutes later, his hands were all over my body, and, well… one thing led to another and I ended up with a mouthful of his creamy spunk! It was instantly a little weird between us, and we pottered around the cabin in our fluffy white robes for the rest of the evening, talking stiltedly about everything except what we’d just done. But, I guess, after a while, the ickiness of the situation started to subside, and was slowly replaced by a return to a feeling of horniness. He’d periodically part his legs and I’d catch a glimpse of his flaccid dick rolling over his thigh and think, “I’ve just had that in my mouth…” And every time the thought occurred to me, my dick started to stiffen again. At one stage he was lying on the bed reading something and I had the sudden urge to cuddle up next to him. He seemed quite happy with this, and took his glasses off before putting his arm protectively around me. Seconds later, he leaned in for a kiss. I don’t know why the experience felt so bizarre. I guess kissing like that - proper kissing - is about the most intimate thing it’s possible to do. Curiously, way more intimate than sucking someone’s dick! At least that’s what it felt like at that moment. He was an amazing kisser. He smelled so good. His breath was minty. He was wearing a really heady scent. I just sank into him, heart pounding, desperate to see how far we were going to go this time... I started groping his big thick dick again and it immediately stiffened in my hand. I felt an overwhelming sense of desire as I wrapped my lips around his dick again. Somewhere at the base of his shaft, my tongue ran over a patch of dry spunk from where he’d shot earlier and that just added to the horniness. He told me to get on my back and I wondered if he wanted to fuck me. Then he fixed me with a stare which told me everything I needed to know: He wanted me and he was gonna have me. I got my fist wrapped around his dick, licked the palm of my hand, and started to jerk him. His eyes immediately rolled back in his head and he started to groan lustfully as he grabbed my legs and pushed them back. His dick was now resting between my cheeks, very close to my hole. We were staring at each other. I think we both must have looked quite shaken. It was almost as though we were daring the other to pull away, to back down, knowing the immensity of the rubicon we were about to pass. He spat on his dick again, getting it real wet before staring at me, almost as though he were asking if I was sure I wanted it. And at that moment, that very moment, I knew we were gonna go all the way. I smiled at him and guided his cock towards my hole. Seconds later he started to push and I could feel it creeping into me - very slowly filling me up. It was, without any doubt, the most intense experience of my life. I was placing my entire trust in him. If he didn’t go real slow, he’d injure me, rip me apart… Once fully inside, he started to pump me, and my entire body was suddenly buzzing and humming. He dragged me back on the bed so that he could get a better position and I felt like a rag doll in his big strong arms. My mind started to race. I wondered how many other boys he’d been with. My cousin Danny, for sure. I wondered how I was comparing to him. At that moment, I felt helplessly inexperienced. The change of position enabled him to bang a great deal harder and faster. In fact, he took my breath away. I kept looking up at him and seeing an animal. He was no longer my Grandpa. He was a guy whose dick had taken over. He just wanted to bone me and shoot his enormous load into me. I was there entirely for his pleasure… but it felt so darn good! I could tell he was edging. He’d go hard and fast, then take a deep breath and slow down again to prevent himself from cumming as quickly as his dick was telling him he should. He started moaning and groaning, sweat started flying from his forehead. He turned me onto my front and pushed into me again from behind, grabbing the waistband of my jock strap and thrusting into me with brutal force. He suddenly pulled out and started yelling and I could tell he was deep in orgasm. Moments later, I could feel his sticky semen dripping onto my ass cheeks. Then he was slowly pushing his dick back into my crack so that the last few squirts of his carnal pleasure could enter me. The very semen that had made my Dad was now entering his son. The thought was exciting beyond words. It was like Grandpa Ballard was stamping his ownership on me, establishing himself as the true alpha male of the family. …And I was his. Entirely.
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