The Good School Boy

"It's 1am, alright, no one should be up. Time for a good 'ol Rubhub session," the brown-haired teen thought excitedly to himself. He laid on his stomach, stretching out his right arm to reach under the bed to claim his laptop. He quickly left clicked his internet browser and opened a new tab to the website frantically scanning through his recommendeds.

His screen was almost entirely covered in an interesting search trend—older men. From videos of badly behaved babysitters getting their due diligence, sexy teens distracting daddy from whatever ball game in hopes of getting some much-needed attention, little prince 'n princesses' doing whatever it takes to pay for college, and the list just went on. There were just so many options, he really couldn't tell where to start. He continued to scroll down seeing if anything specific would spark his interests. He stopped and stared, noticing an interesting title 'Grandpa Loves Fucking Twink Grandson.'

"Oh jeez, am I really gonna click this?" he asks himself reluctantly. "Ah f-fuck it, why the hell not?" giving into his own curiosity. He figures it's a better time than ever to essentially fuse his left hand to his erect member. There has always been a part of him that knew the day would come where he'd just accept the fact that his close proximity to his grandfather would cause him to expand upon his growing tastes. His hormones just had him all over the place.

The more time he spent with Rick the more he had persisting interests in the older man. It was starting to become a bit unhealthy. He never really considered himself gay by any means. Even being in the same room as a pretty girl would make his palms sweat. However, as his adventures with his grandpa became an everyday thing, he'd have to admit, he was becoming a lot more curious on flipping the switch so to speak. It didn't help that his grandpa let it be known that he's pretty much fucked everything under the sun. He would pretty much put his dick in whatever moved. Morty couldn't help to think, that could be him too.

The thought of being Ricks pet even for just a moment was enough to enhance the scenes he was witnessing on his monitor. "Ah-R-Rick", he whispered to himself slowly stroking his cock up and down rhythmically, precum starting to flow downward.

His front door abruptly flung open. "Shit, I didn't close my door, f-fucccccccccck?" he swiftly thought as a figure now stood before him, while he still had dick in hand. He lay there frozen, eyes as wide as a deer in the headlights.

"S-Someone call for me?" the older man spoke, shortly after taking a swig from his flask. He walked forward a bit, lightly closing the door behind him. He glanced up and down his grandsons still body. "Ayy, t-this seems like a great time to bond a bit with my little man, right?" he proceeded to let out a loud belch.

"N-no Rick, what the hell get out of my room," he blurted out in the loudest whisper he could muster as not to wake anyone else up.

Rick let out a chuckle, body swaying a bit from the intoxication, "I don't know kid, sounds…sounds a lot like you want me in here more than anyone else right now." Rick sat at the edge of Morty's bed and snatched his laptop away from him.

"H-hey, give that back Rick!" He clenched his fist together putting them in a punching stance, but released his form knowing he had little chance of overpowering Rick. "Jeez, Rick why do you even care what I'm doing right now".

"I was about to go downstairs to get a drink and BAM, I hear my name spoken s-seductively from my grandson's room, so of course I care about what's going on in here." He looked away from Morty, now staring at the computer screen with a straight face, then shortly after reading the video title bursts out into laughter. "Man Morty, you want your grandpa that badly, I'm flattered. I always knew you were a kinky little shit." He continued to go back and look at his grandson's history, all a humous site to the old man.

"Shhh, Rick, you're gonna wake up the whole galaxy, sheesh" Bringing his hands horizontal to the ground, bringing them up and down in short motions to gesture to his grandfather to keep it down. He was embarrassed enough as it is, having his grandpa look at his "questionable" taste in pornography.

"So Morty, you wanna be grandpa's bitch, huh?" he said looking intently into Morty's eyes. The teen didn't respond. Rick closed and then placed the computer on the floor, then turning back to the brunet. He kept his eyes glued to the boy as he crawled over to him, now hovering his body. "Y-you know Morty, Grandpa knows a lot of different ways he can make you cum. Wanna find out how?" His grandson bit his lip and slowly nodded his head; he figured he might as well go along with it and find out what's in store for him.

"Hey Morty, when's your math class start?" The teenager looked at his grandpa in confusion at the seemingly random question.

"It starts at 10:37am, why do you ask?"

"That's a f-fucking specific ass time Morty…" he said raising his unibrow slightly upward inquisitively.

"I-I don't make the damn schedule Rick, w-what are you up too anyway?" Rick proceeded to take something that looked like cloth out of his coat pocket. He let the item fall out of his hand a bit, now holding it with the tips of his thumb and pointer finger. It was frilly and pink with a thin wire and little egg-shaped bead the size of his pinky on the other end.

"Ugh…Rick…what is that?"

"They're panties idiot, ever seen them before?"

Y-yes, I mean…I've seen Summers."

Damn Morty, you wanna fuck Summer too? You really are a little weirdo."

No-No Rick that's fucking gross, she's my sister"

"Says the kid with a stiff one for his granddaddy…."

"Q-quit it Rick." He stalled. "So, what's with the panties and what's that dangling from them?"

O-Okay Morty, I'm-I'm gonna need you to put this on, and put this thing here," he pointed to the little bead. He continued, "Put this in your asshole, riggghhhtt up in there for Grandpa Rick".

"No Rick, dammit, I told you I'm not putting anymore weird shit in my ass after the first time".

"C-come on morty, don't be a pussy". He put the panties on his face and proceeded to rub in all around.

"O-okay, Okay, I'll do it, just stop that." Morty let out a sigh wondering what he was getting himself into.

"You don't have to do it now, but tomorrow morning, I'm gonna need you to wear that to school."

"The Hell? Nevermind, I'm not even gonna ask, I'll do it Rick," the young man sounding a bit defeated.

Rick jumped out of the bed, stood up and started slowly rubbing his groin outside of his clothes. "Remember Morty, Grandpa's gonna make you feel really good tomorrow. See you later, I'm gonna get some shut eye after getting that drink I wanted." He walked towards the door, opened it, but before walking out turned around. "Oh, and don't go finishing your little session tonight, save all that cum for daddy." He walked off downstairs to head to the kitchen for a cup of water. If he wasn't parched before, he must be now.

"Oh man…I'm gonna need a cold shower…" After he was sure his grandpa was away, he headed to the shower to hopefully cool himself down enough to get his dick flaccid. A difficult task knowing that Rick had plans for them. He couldn't help but let on a goofy grin as he stood shivering in the freezing water. "Am I really gonna get laid?"