The Old Man & The Wrestling 18-Year-Old Boys - Robbie Webb - ebook

James and Brad have heard stories about Old Granddad Cooper on the Westford estate, that he got off on watching 18-year-old boys wrestle. Apparently, he gave them alcohol and weed and let them watch dirty videos, and all that he asked for in return was to watch them wrestle. So the two 18-year-old boys go over to the old man's flat to see if the stories are true. All characters and terms including 'boy' 'lad' and 'girl' refer to people age 18 and over. This book contains explicit sexual material and is for adults only.

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Robbie Webb

© 2014 Robbie Webb

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Adapted from a short story from the book 18-Year-Old Lads & Older Men

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All characters and terms including ‘boy’ ‘lad’ and ‘girl’ refer to people age 18 and over.

James and Brad had heard these stories about Old Granddad Cooper; that he got off on watching 18-year-old boys wrestle. They’d heard he had them in his flat, lads off the estate. They’d heard he took them in his flat, let them drink as much alcohol as they wanted, let them smoke weed and watch porn. All that he asked in return was to watch them wrestling on the mat.

When James and Brad heard about it they thought they’d go over and see if the stories were true. James and Brad weren’t gay or anything like that but they’d be up for having a wrestle for some dirty old granddad if it meant they could drink as much alcohol as they wanted and smoke weed and watch porn. It sounded too good to be true.

So they went round to Old Granddad Cooper’s flat on the Westford estate. They didn’t know anybody on that estate.

“I hope his flat doesn’t stink of piss,” said James as the two boys made their way to the old man’s flat.

“Oh fuck,” said Brad. “I never thought of that.”

“If he pisses himself I’m going to rub his nose in it.”

“There’s a good chance he could piss himself, you know. Especially when I put you in headlock.”

“I hope he’s not got cats.”

“I hope he’s not got fleas.”

“This is weird, mate. Are you sure you’re up for this?”

“Yeah. Should be a laugh,” said Brad.

“Well I’m telling you now, mate. If he pisses himself just once I’m out of that door.”

“Me too.”

They reached Old Granddad Cooper’s flat and they were about to open the front gate when this lad who was walking by shouted.

“Oye! You two gonna have a wrestle for pervy Old Granddad Cooper then?”

James and Brad froze, not knowing how to react, not knowing what this estate was like, not knowing who this lad was, not knowing whether he was a psycho or not, not knowing whether the lad was going to come over and kick seven tons of shit out of them.

The lad approached them and stopped.

“Er…we’re his grandchildren,” said James.

“No you’re not. He ain’t got no fucking grandkids.”

“He has now,” said Brad.

“Don’t take the fucking piss,” said the lad.