Date: Fri, 24 Dec 2004 14:37:01 -0800 (PST)
From: GH JUNKKIE <gh_professional@yahoo.com>
Subject: "A Christmas Present For Daddy", Pt 6

"A Christmas Present For Daddy"
Part Six

By gloryholeJUNKIE
gh_professional@yahoo.com


Grandma Donna loved each and every one of the big, construction paper
Christmas ornaments that me and my little brothers had made with grandpa
for our daddy's presents.

But even as we stood in front of the windowseat chest, grandma twirling
each one to watch the glitter glisten in the light from the play room
windows, I was downhearted. I mean, they were okay looking and all
that. And they were certainly an okay present to give but I had wanted to
do something more than just okay for daddy's present. Especially this year
with mommy stuck in Paris and daddy's real special gift stuck there with
her.

Even though it was sad our mommy wouldn't be home for Christmas, at least I
knew that me and my brothers would get presents for Christmas. Mommy and
daddy had bought all of ours. I knew that because I saw them wrapped and
sitting on the floor of their bedroom almost a whole week earlier!

And then there were the towers of presents, one for each of us boys,
already under the tree from grandma and grandpa. And presents delivered by
the UPS man from our Grandpa Mary and our aunts and uncles in New York.

And, of course, Santa would be coming that night. But he never really ever
seemed to leave anything for my mommy or my daddy in the past. So we
couldn't count on him to bring daddy a super special gift by morning.

Grandma kissed each of us and congratulated us for each making such
"perfect presents". Then she insisted we not "dally anymore" (whatever that
means). She said we had to be washed and dressed, as we'd be eating an
early Christmas Eve dinner by 3p.m. She told us, "We'll have snacks later
tonight while we sing carols but you boys must be tucked into bed...and
asleep... early or else Santa Claus might have to skip your house tonight."

We knew how Santa "worked" so, quickly, we promised our grandma that we'd
all be sound asleep long before Santa was due to deliver toys.

With daddy and Grandpa Louis still downstairs, Grandma left our playroom
and went to our bedroom in order to run us a bath before dinnertime. As
soon as she closed the door, I said to Jamie and Justin, "Come on and lets
get ready so we don't get into any trouble with Santa tonight."

The three of us then went to our bedroom. Going to our separate dresser
drawers, we pulled out underpants and come clothes. Grandma came into the
room from our connecting bathroom to helped Justin get his things ready. As
she laid his fresh clothes on his race car bed, she said, "You boys go into
the bathroom and I'll send up your daddy to help you all."

As she left the room to go downstairs, me Jamie and Justin wearing just our
pjs went into our bathroom which was decorated in fish and scuba
divers. The water running into the tub made the room all warm and
steamy. We closed the door and waited for daddy to come upstairs to
help. We knew enough that Justin couldn't get into the bathtub without
either daddy or mommy there to help.

Jamie played with our big Sponge Bob soap mitt while we waited. Then we
heard someone enter the bedroom. But it wasn't daddy.

"I hear that grandpa's sweet, little sugar plums need some help up here",
Grandpa Louis said as he opened the bathroom door. He looked so tall as he
came in and quickly closed the bathroom door behind him. As he locked it,
he grinned and joked, "We don't want all the heat to escape, now do we?"

"It can go under the door", I said, bossy-like. "And, besides, daddy says
most of the heat goes out the glass on the window anyway."

Grandpa looked at me and then winked, "Well, then, I guess we'll just have
to close this then". And he went to the window and twisted the blinds
closed.

"Are you going to take a bath with us?", Jamie then asked as he seemed to
gaze some at grandpa's crotch.

Grandpa chuckled but said, "I'm in here, aren't I? But, no, I don't think
that tub is big enough to fit all of you...and me. Is it?"

Jamie looked at the bathtub, almost filled with water to the level mommy
uses, and grimaced. "No, I guess not." But then he thought some more and
said, "But you could take a bath and we could take turns getting in it with
you."

With that, Grandpa Louis laughed and said, "Well, that's an idea. I like
how you think, Jamie. But I don't think we'll try that right now."

"Besides", I chimed in, "Grandpa is already clean and dressed. He doesn't
have to take a bath."

"But you boys do!", grandpa replied as his eyes scanned all three of us up
and down. "You're so little, it shouldn't take too long, now should it?",
he joked.

"I'm not little!", I promptly correct grandpa. "I'm the tallest boy in my
whole class! Jimmy McNichols is next but I'm the tallest."

"Well, I can see that", Grandpa said with a grin. "You have a very nice
body, Jonathan", he added as he looked at me as I stood shirtless in just
my pj bottoms. "Even down there, I can tell you're probably the biggest in
your whole class, too, I bet. You're grandpa's beansprout", he then said as
he looked at my crotch.

I smiled proudly and said, "Think so?"

"Oh yes!", grandpa replied in a real-hushed voice, as he glanced at the
bathroom door. "Grandpa was quite impressed with you when you were watching
his home movie."

I beamed recalling how grandpa had tweaked my bulge when my pee pee was
had.

"What about me, grandpa?", Jamie asked. "Am I a beansprout, too?"

"Oh, I think you will be one day", Grandpa Louis said as he patted the top
of Jamie's head. "But right now, you're just where you should be. And lots
of daddies and granddaddies like it just that way, too."

Grandpa then told me that I best shut off the water, as the bath looked
deep enough.

"Drop trou, gentlemen! Time to get in and get all squeaky clean for
Christmas", he announced.

Me and my brothers at the same time looked at Grandpa Louis. "Drop trou?",
I asked, all confused.

"In the Navy, we men drop trop", grandpa laughed. "It means, drop your
trousers...your pants."

Me and my brothers giggled and I started to pull down my pj bottoms. As I
did I saw grandpa look and wink at me. I felt so proud that I was grandpa's
"beansprout".

Justin raised his arms as he stood next to grandpa. He still always needed
help with his clothes. Grandpa Louis crouched and helped pull off his pj
top. Then he smiled and said to Justin, "Grandpa's got to take these all
off now, baby."

Justin, sucking his thumb again, smiled as he held onto grandpa's left arm
as his big hands went to the elastic waistband of his pj bottoms. I was
naked and my pee got hard while me and Jamie watched. After Justin stepped
out of his bottoms, grandpa's hands ran back up his smooth legs where his
left hand ran across Justin's little pee at the same time that his right
hand ran across his tiny bottom.

Grandpa laughed as Justin giggled. "You like that, don't you, baby?",
grandpa asked as he tossed Justin's pjs into a corner. My little brother
nodded as he sucked his thumb. "Turn around so grandpa can see some more",
he then said to Justin. And quickly, my brother turned around. Grandpa then
cupped both his smooth, little buttcheeks into one hand. "Handsome little
guy, you are, Justin", he then said as he had him turn around
again. "Wouldn't leave you alone in a Wal-Mart bathroom, I will say that!"
We didn't know what grandpa meant by that but as Justin faced us again, we
all giggled seeing that his tiny pee pee was super hard.

"What about me, grandpa?", Jamie then asked as he stepped closer to where
grandpa still crouched down.

"Do you need some help, too, sweetheart?", grandpa asked with a suspicious
smile.

Jamie just nodded as he looked at the floor, shyly. I thought it was weird
that he asked because other than when we had to put on a tie for church, or
tying our shoes, Jamie never needed help anymore when getting dressed.

"Well, then come over here, then", grandpa said. "And let your Grandpa
Louis pull down your pants, okay?"

Jamie nodded with a dirty little smile on his face as he came up right next
to our grandpa. Grandpa slowly unbuttoned Jamie's pj shirt. As he did, he
made these sounds, saying, "Woo, wooo, wooo, lookie at youuuu", which made
Jamie blush and giggle a bit.

Pulling off his shirt, grandpa then said, "Lookie at you. Aren't you the
handsome one, too?" And he quickly squeezed Jamie's biceps. His hand then
tweaked the little tent inside Jamie's pj bottoms as he said, "Let's see
what's going on in here, shall we?"

Jamie nodded, holding his hands on top of his own head, allowing grandpa
complete access to pulling down his pj bottoms. "Well, I was right",
grandpa chuckled. And as his large hands went to Jamie's narrow waist, he
added in a dirty-sounding whisper, "My little slut certainly is the eager
one, aren't you? No wonder your mother has to watch you around every
stranger, huh?"

Jamie giggled as grandpa then looked directly at my hard pee pee, almost
level to his face and said, "See what I said, boys? Jonathan is indeedy
grandpa's beansprout. Look at how wonderful your big brother looks."

Justin and Jamie both looked at my hard pee and I beamed so proud knowing I
had a nice one. Then Justin toddled over toward me, catching grandpa's
attention because he said, "Where are you going, baby?"

Justin continued to suck his thumb as he stepped up next to me, staring at
my hard pee pee.

Grandpa smiled as he whispered, "Baby want to do something with that
handsome beansprout?"

Justin nodded as he stretched out his left hand and grabbed my hard pee
pee, causing Grandpa Louis to say, "Ohhhh, so fuckin' nice..."

Jamie and me both gasped when we heard him say that.

I said, "Grandpa! You swore!"

"Well, it is fucking nice. Isn't it, Jonathan?", grandpa said as he watched
Justin stroke my hard cock, "Having your baby brother feeling your boner
feels nice, doesn't it?"

I looked at where Justin's hand was and nodded. "But still you shouldn't
swear, grandpa. It's naughty." Then I thought some and asked, "Boner?"

Grandpa reached over and, for just a moment, joined Justin in playing my
pee pee. Both their hands on me felt so good I thought I'd fall over into
the bathtub!

"This here", grandpa said as his large hand stroked my cock while Justin
ran his fingers over my scrotum, "Is a boner. When your penis gets like
this, it's a boner."

"Is there a bone inside?", Jamie asked as he watched.

Grandpa looked at him and said, "Well, let's say we find out." And with
that, grandpa pulled down Jamie's pj bottoms and had him step out of them.

As he tossed them on top of Justin's in the corner, Grandpa said, "All you
boys have one...a boner." Then as he lightly stroked Jamie's pee pee, he
asked, "Do you think there's a bone in here?"

Jamie shrugged as he let grandpa feel him between his legs.

"It's sort of hard like a bone", I offered as Justin just stood next to me,
his small hand still holding my boner.

"Well, here's a secret", Grandpa said, "It's hard like a bone. But there's
no bone inside of here. So it can't hurt you or anyone else."

"Why's it get hard then?", I asked. "I mean, it only gets hard when, you
know..."

"When you're all excited down there, huh?", grandpa said as he
winked. "Well, boys, a daddy's penis has to get hard so he can shoot his
sperm stuff. Remember? That's what..."

"...Makes babies!", I interrupted. "But we can't make sperm, grandpa. So
why do we get boners, too?"

"Well, that's because even though you're too little still to make sperm,
you're all still boys. And all boys and daddies are males. And all males
can get boners because that's the way we're all built. It's nature that all
boys and daddies get boners therefore."

"Why though?", I asked. "I mean, why can't they just stay soft?"

"Primarily so a daddy can put his cock into his wife and shoot his
sperm...to make babies. When it's soft, it can't go into the mommy - or any
other person very easily", grandpa said. But then he quickly added, "But it
also gets hard like that just for fun."

"Fun?", Jamie asked. "You mean like when we played with yours, grandpa?"

"Exactly!", grandpa said as he tweaked Jamie's boner again. "See how much
fun it is just to play with them? And all boys and all daddies love to have
theirs played with...even when not making a baby inside of a mommy. And
even when they're not anywhere near a mommy or a girl!"

"Just because, right?", I said. "Because it feels good, right?"

"You tell me, Jonathan", grandpa said as he nodded his chin toward where
Justin held my boner. "Doesn't that feel real good?"

I nodded. And when I told Justin to stroke it some more, grandpa lightly
patted his smooth, tiny butt as he laughed and said, "He's a handy little
one to have around, isn't he, Jonathan?"

Grandpa then did the same for Jamie. As Grandpa Louis stroked his boner, he
said, again in a dirty whisper, "Same with you, too. Right, my
little...slut?"

Jamie seemed to like when grandpa called him that even though it was the
slut in the home movie we watched who got all that sperm on him and even
inside his mouth.

Grandpa then leaned into Jamie's ear and even though he whispered real
soft, I could still hear, "And I bet that the mailman... and the delivery
man... and the meter reader man all like to play this game, too, don't
forget."

Suddenly grandpa stood up, towering over us again in the small
bathroom. "Lesson over!", he chuckled. "Now to get you all clean for
Christmas Eve dinner... before that water gets cold!"

I stepped into the tub first and then Jamie followed. Once we were seated,
grandpa picked up Justin and placed him between us.

"That's such a handsome picture", grandpa said as he looked at us sitting
in the bathtub. "I could sell tickets, I think!"

We all laughed. But Jamie said, very seriously, "But only to
daddies. Right, grandpa? No tickets to mommies or girls."

Grandpa crouched next to the tub and squeezed some of our Sponge Bob liquid
soap into his hands. And as he rubbed his large, soapy hand along Jamie's
chest right down to his boner, he said, "That's right, honey. Only to
daddies...and granddaddies who'd appreciate such a lovely sight."



TO BE CONTINUED...

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