Physically, my father, his brother and their father my Grandpa dont have a lot in common. Thank God, I dont look like any of them.
Grandpa has a fat and hairy body. He is bald on top with a ratty looking gray hair fringe that hangs in a U-shape round his bald patch. Hes got piggy little eyes, a big, red-and-blue veined nose and a mean little mouth with wet, purplish lips that always seem to be pouting. Behind them, he wears false teeth. Well, some of the time he wears false teeth. Underneath his fat, blubbery neck there are two vast, sagging tits that flop around his distended stomach, which in turn hangs over and almost totally obscures his groin. A pathetic little prick, about the size of a peanut when its un-engorged, flops round a pair of dark, hairy balls that disappear between a couple of surprisingly spindly legs. Hes got hair all over his front, hair all over his back and hair on his ass. The only place there isnt any hair is round his cock, mainly because he keeps it shaved a distinctly odd piece of hygiene on a body that stinks as bad as it looks.
His eldest son, my uncle Ibrahim, is different. Hes as skinny as Grandpa is fat, glabrous as much as his Father is hairy but with a full head of hair. Ibrahim has oddly large eyes, black and anonymous, that sit close together on top of a long, aquiline nose that hangs over a thin-lipped mouth, which never seems to smile. This could have something to do with the fact that Uncle Ibrahim has rotten teeth which, combined with the fact that he never seems to brush them (let alone floss), gives him a breath that would fell a horse in mid-gallop. His chest is concave and narrow, while his stomach is a curious little round ball that almost makes him look like hes pregnant. Beneath his gut, a long, skinny cock and a pair of pendulous, sagging balls swing around, almost down to his knees. If you had to sum him up youd call him a bit scary. And he is. There are days when Uncle Ibrahim walks pretty close to the edge of reality.
Grandpa has a fat and hairy body. He is bald on top with a ratty looking gray hair fringe that hangs in a U-shape round his bald patch. Hes got piggy little eyes, a big, red-and-blue veined nose and a mean little mouth with wet, purplish lips that always seem to be pouting. Behind them, he wears false teeth. Well, some of the time he wears false teeth. Underneath his fat, blubbery neck there are two vast, sagging tits that flop around his distended stomach, which in turn hangs over and almost totally obscures his groin. A pathetic little prick, about the size of a peanut when its un-engorged, flops round a pair of dark, hairy balls that disappear between a couple of surprisingly spindly legs. Hes got hair all over his front, hair all over his back and hair on his ass. The only place there isnt any hair is round his cock, mainly because he keeps it shaved a distinctly odd piece of hygiene on a body that stinks as bad as it looks.
His eldest son, my uncle Ibrahim, is different. Hes as skinny as Grandpa is fat, glabrous as much as his Father is hairy but with a full head of hair. Ibrahim has oddly large eyes, black and anonymous, that sit close together on top of a long, aquiline nose that hangs over a thin-lipped mouth, which never seems to smile. This could have something to do with the fact that Uncle Ibrahim has rotten teeth which, combined with the fact that he never seems to brush them (let alone floss), gives him a breath that would fell a horse in mid-gallop. His chest is concave and narrow, while his stomach is a curious little round ball that almost makes him look like hes pregnant. Beneath his gut, a long, skinny cock and a pair of pendulous, sagging balls swing around, almost down to his knees. If you had to sum him up youd call him a bit scary. And he is. There are days when Uncle Ibrahim walks pretty close to the edge of reality.