Let me give you a tip, never let your grandfather convince
you to go to a nudist beach with him. I was staying with him and my Great Uncle
for a month of my summer vacation. It wasn’t that I wanted to go to a nudist
beach per say with my Grandfather, but he had convinced me that there was a
bunch of hot, nude girls there. It turned out to be a big fat lie.
When we got to the beach all I found was naked old men and
naked young dudes like myself, some of them were doing homosexual activities,
which was enough to make my stomach turn. I tried to turn around and leave, but
it was too late, my feet had touched the enchanted sand of the beach. I
couldn’t move, not until he told me to walk down to this specific spot. As we
walked, he explained to me that the sand here had special properties that
caused any male under the age of 32 to become like a robot, only capable of
doing what he is told to do by a male older than 32.
Grandpa made me smile for the camera as one of his fellow
grandfather friends took a picture to celebrate the first day of my new life.
For the rest of the sunny day I found myself performing sickening gay acts with
my grandfather.
When the sun began to set I thought my horrid ordeal had
come to an end, but it turned out I was wrong. Grandpa then started giving me
instructions, as to how I was to live my life off the beach.
I’m now back home getting ready to start my first year of
college. Unfortunately, the commands Grandpa gave me are still in effect. I
can’t go four hours without having to find some dude to fuck me up the ass. And
of course, I have to take a picture of the act and send it to my grandfather as
humiliating proof. To top it all off, he ordered me to return this coming
summer so we can take a return trip to the beach. I dread to think what new
torments he will come up for me then.
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