Family jewels: Ceasefire

Here's another little story about the three generational Decker family: Colin, his father Kenneth and his grandfather Bob. Enjoy!

Previous parts:
Cock knock
Sack tap trap
Peek-a-balls

Featured in this story: Colin (click for pictures)

 
“Very impressive”, Kenneth chuckled. “What I always say: You take after your old man…”
 
Kenneth was in his early forties, a good-looking man with dark blond hair that was turning grey at the temples. He was athletic and handsome, and the sunny smile on his face made him look younger than he actually was. His youthful looks went hand in hand with his juvenile sense of humor: Right now his eyes were on the same level as the bulging package in his son’s jeans. Most dads would have just looked the other way, politely and maybe even a little embarrassed. Kenneth took the opposite approach.
 
“Oh, dad!” Colin groaned. He was 20 years old, just as handsome and athletic as his dad. In fact, he looked like a younger version of his father. “Stop staring at my crotch!”
 

Family jewels: Peek-a-balls

Here's another little story about the three generational Decker family: Colin, his father Kenneth and his grandfather Bob. Enjoy!

Previous parts:
Cock knock
Sack tap trap

Featured in this story: Colin (click for pictures)

 
“Grandpa?” Colin said with a grin. The handsome 20 year old stud ran his hand through his dark blond hair and turned from his grandfather to his father, chuckling. “Dad, are you seeing the same thing I’m seeing?”
 
“Yes, unfortunately, I do.” Kenneth let out a sigh. The family resemblance was striking. In his early forties, Kenneth was just as handsome as his son Colin, with his dark blond hair turning grey at the temples. He was athletic and muscular, just like Colin, and he had the same mischievous smile on his face, when he said. “Pa?”
 
Bob didn’t react. He was 63 years old, an attractive baby boomer with a full head of grey hair and a trained, athletic body. He was reading a magazine, fully immersed in the world of heavy bikes and speeding cars, totally oblivious to his son’s and his grandson’s attempts at communicating.
 
“Pa?” Kenneth repeated, louder.
 
“Grandpa?” Colin chimed in, even louder than his father.
 
Bob looked up. “What?”
 

Family jewels: Sacktap trap

Yesterday's story was a little brutal so I thought it would be nice to follow it up with a more light-hearted one right away. Due to popular demand here is another chapter of the Decker family's adventures...

Previous parts:
Cock knock

“Stop it!” Colin laughed. “Dad! Grandpa! Stop it!”

The 20 year old stud was laughing uncontrollably as his father and his grandfather were taking advantage of very precarious situation that Colin had gotten himself into.

The old treehouse in the garden, the one that Colin’s grandfather Bob had built 40 years ago, when Kenneth, Bob’s son and Colin’s father, had been a little boy, had been abandoned for a couple of years.

The men of the Decker family had deliberated what to do with it for months. There was a lot of sentimental value attached to it: Kenneth had played with it, Colin had played with it, and – unbeknownst to Bob – Kenneth had lost his virginity in it. And a few years ago – unbeknownst to Kenneth – Colin had also lost his virginity in it. To cut a long story short, there was a lot of sentimental value attached it.

But it was in desperate need of some serious repairs. In the state it was in right now it wasn’t safe to play in for Colin’s future children.

Family jewels: Cock knock

This is a little story featuring Colin, his father Kenneth (who previously appeared in Naked Nutball Tournament and Day of the champions) and another member of the Decker family. If you want to read more about them let me know! :-))

Featured in this story: Colin (click for pictures)

Bob opened the door and stepped into the house, a bright smile on his face. The smile instantly vanished when he heard the yell – but it was too late.

“Cock knock!” Colin yelled cheerfully and slammed his fist into Bob’s crotch.

Colin was 20 years old, a handsome young man with dark blond hair and brown eyes. From the moment he had heard the car roll into the driveway, Colin had been waiting near the door, crouching, in attack position, his fist clenched, ready to turn those nuts to peanut butter.

It was a sneak attack, and a very efficient at that.

Colin’s knuckles connected with Bob’s bulging package, flattening it and ramming his nuts into his body.

Bob’s eyes crossed and he let out a moan as he doubled over and sank to his knees.