The Grandpa Secret...

Among the townsfolk drunkards, Heusebio had long heard seedy rumors about his grandson, Noe, and they seemed to grew by the day, slowly oppressing his mind and heart.

"No Sr Heusebio, I swear I'm not lying." Said the man, while Heusebio kept him pinned to the ground. "It is not just a rumor, I myself saw it when Pepe was busy screwing him, high in there, on the mountain." Said the scared man, feeling his life in the hands of the angered senior.

"Not you, nor anyone, it's going to slander my family's name like that." Replied Heusebio, piercing the man's chest with his machete, killing the man who started the rumors. "Dead dogs don't bark." He added, leaving the lifeless body on the ground.

After ridding himself of that bastard's body, Heusebio took the road towards Pepe's house, determined to talk to him and to get to the bottom of this, he would know the truth one way or another, and if he had to silence him, well, it wouldn't matter, after all, it would be just another one for the count. 

Hidden, crouching through the tall grasses, the old man kept thinking about what he would do if everything he had heard was true. "No, it's impossible..." He kept repeating to himself.

Soon enough he had made his way to the house, darkness covered it all, or almost all.

A window let the fickle light of a candle shine through the curtain, a ray of light that drew Heusebio in, towards the scene he dreaded most, one that would stuck with him for the rest of his life.

Right there, his naked grandson was willingly submitting to the larger man, panting and moaning like a female.

The old man's fists clenched themselves tight, as he watched the scene unfold, his mind couldn't accept it, and his heart didn't want to accept it. A large tear rolled down his cheek. His grandson, his beloved grandson, the bright light of his life, ending like this, moaning in pleasure, as another male dominated him.

He felt his strengths draining from his hands, that scene had left a deep and lasting impression on the poor old man's heart, affecting how he saw the one beloved to him.

The machete fell to the ground, rustling among the grasses, alerting the red dragon, who quickly turned to check the surroundings.

"Eh? What happens?" Asked Noe.

"Nothing, I thought I had heard something, but it must have been the wind." Replied Pepe, turning around to kiss Noe, before pinning him again against the wall and thrusting his whole cock back into his warm hole.

The screams and moans of pleasure could easily reach the old man's ears, still hidden behind a tree, he felt his family's pride shattered.

The shame, hatred and pain swirled within his innards.

"Now I understand it all.." he thought to himself while crying. "That's why your father got you married by force, and why you go get drunk every night, that's why you never get home in time, your whole life is a damn lie."

Heusebio slowly walked backed towards the village.

"Quihubo, did you find him?" Asked Sra Amalia, who had been waiting for him on the doorstep, worried about them both, but when she saw the old man coated in dried blood, she rushed to his side. "What happened to you, look at yourself!" The old lady cried and checked out his husband for injuries.

"W-What did you do? Heusebio, talk to me!" She said while crying, seeing his strong husband cry as well, keeping it all inside, not wanting to share his burden with her.

Heusebio decided to keep that night's secret only to himself, not wanting to burden his beloved wife with that knowledge, but after thinking it through, the only answer he had been able to reach so far, was that from now on he would try to cover up for his grandson as much as he could.

"Whatever, I love my grandson, that's what matters, his preferences are his own." He thought, washing away his tears, he smiled and took his wife's hand, and walked back into the house. "Nothing my dear, I'm tired, let's sleep..."