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?”
 

“Your junk”, Kenneth said, pointing between his father’s legs where a very inconvenient hole in his jeans had caused a rather embarrassing wardrobe malfunction: Bob’s fat, meaty dick had slipped out into the open, dangling between Bob’s legs like a lazy rattlesnake.
 
All the males in Decker family were blessed with very impressive reproductive organs, but Bob had an edge over the younger generations in the Decker clan, sporting the biggest dick and the fattest nuts in the family.
 
And now, that big dick was peeking out of his jeans.
 
“My junk?” Bob asked, raising his eyebrows.
 
Kenneth sighed. “There’s a hole in your pants.”
 
“What?!” Bob spread his legs as he looked down between his thighs, causing his sack to tumble out through the hole.
 
“Are you freeballing, grandpa?!” Colin laughed.
 
With all of his package now out in the open, Bob winked at Colin, a wide grin on his face. “Underwear is for old people…”
 
Colin roared with laughter.
 
“Pa!” Kenneth rolled his eyes. “For god’s sake!”
 
Bob chuckled, playfully hitting Kenneth on the head with the rolled up magazine. “Don’t be ridiculous. There’s nothing to be shy about, right?” He got up, shaking his hips, making his low hanging nuts and his meaty dick bounce wildy.
 
“Paaaa”, Kenneth covered his eyes with both of his hands. “Please!”
 
Colin was laughing uncontrollably as he watched his grandfather take a step closer to his father,
 
“What?” Bob grinned, shaking his junk in front of Kenneth’s face. “Those are the balls that made you, son. No need to be embarrassed about them.”
 
Kenneth peeked through his fingers to see his father’s massive dick and his fat, sagging balls up close. “Pa!” he exclaimed in curious mix of dismay, disgust, awkwardness and amusement. “Tuck them back in!”
 
Bob laughed, unperturbed, shaking his sack in his son’s face as his grandson roared with laughter.
 
Suddenly, without warning, Kenneth’s hand shot forward, and Kenneth wrapped his fingers around his father’s ball bag.
 
Bob stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes widening as he looked down, watching his son’s fingers dig into the tender flesh of his testicles. “Son?”
 
“What’s up, pa?” Kenneth said with a mean grin.
 
“Let go of my nuts, son”. Bob whispered slowly.
 
Kenneth squeezed harder, eliciting a strangled yelp from his father.
 
“Son, please”; Bob muttered, grimacing in pain. “These are---”
 
“These are the nuts that made me”, Kenneth interrupted his father, viciously twisting his balls as he spoke. “Yeah, I am fully aware of that. No need to be embarrassed about them, right?”
 
Bob let out a yelp.
 
“You’re not planning on giving me any more siblings, are you?” Kenneth quipped, pressing his thumb deep into the meaty balls in his hand. “So you don’t need these anymore, right?”
 
Bob whimpered in pain, his eyes filling with panic as he turned to his grandson who was laughing uncontrollably. “Come on, Colin, help your grandpa.”
 
Colin chuckled, shrugging his shoulders. “I dunno, grandpa. Dad has a point there: You really don’t need those balls anymore.”
 
Kenneth squeezed and twisted Bob’s nuts hard, making him squeal in pain.
 
Colin laughed. “When dad’s right he’s right.”
 
“Thanks, Colin”, Kenneth grinned. “You’re a good son.”
 
Colin chuckled as his grandfather screamed in pain.
 
Kenneth readjusted his grip on his father’s nuts, using his thumb and forefinger to form a ring around the neck of Bob’s nutsack, with his palm behind the two fat, slightly swollen orbs.
 
Kenneth balled his free hand to a fist and - using the other hand as a backstop –punched his father’s nuts hard.
 
Bob howled like a wolf when his son’s knuckles slammed into his trapped nuts, flattening them like pancakes.
 
Colin roared with laughter as his grandfather screamed in agony.
 
Again and again, Kenneth punched his father’s rapidly swelling nuts, making him scream and squeal in pain.
 
After about two dozen hits, Kenneth paused to look at his son. “Do you want to take a hit at your grandfather’s jewels?”
 
Colin got up cracking his knuckles. “Sure. Can’t wait to take a crack at those saggy, old balls.”
 
“Colin!” Bob grunted.
 
“Sorry, grandpa, gotta do what dad tells me”, Colin grinned, kneeling down next to his father.
 
“That’s my son”, Kenneth chuckled, lovingly running one hand through his son’s hair while the other hand was holding his father’s nuts in place. “Now trash your grandpa’s balls.”
 
“Sure, dad!” Colin said cheerfully before sending his fist crashing into Bob’s nuggets, making the sprightly old man yodel like a little girl.
 
Colin and his father were a perfect team, and Bob would have been proud of them for working together so efficiently – if only the target of their joint efforts weren’t his rapidly swelling testicles.
 
After more than a dozen hits, Bob’s balls were fiery red and severely swollen, and he instantly collapsed on the ground when Colin stopped punching and Kenneth let go of his nuts.
 
“Well done, son”, Kenneth chuckled, playfully ruffling his son’s hair.
 
“Thanks, dad”, Colin replied with a grin.
 
They looked down at Bob.
 
“Your junk, pa”, Kenneth said with a chuckle. “I think there’s a hole in your pants.”
 
“Yeah, thanks, son”, Bob mumbled, grinning weakly as he stuffed his swollen genitals into his pants. “Thanks for looking out for me. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
 
The three men burst out laughing.