Mittwoch, 25. Mai 2016

River Fun

Living along the coast affords me a great chance to enjoy the outdoors in many ways. One of the best ways is to suntan in the nude down by the river. I found a place where there are not too many people as it's off the beaten path. There is lots of room to lie in the sun without anyone bothering you.

One day when I arrived at the river, there was an old man lying near the place I usually go to. When I got closer, I noticed he was completely nude. He lifted his head and watched me approach without a word or without trying to cover himself. My eyes scanned up and down his body as I got closer until I was standing looking down at him. He looked up and squinted in the sun as I watched his cock twitch to life a little.

"Do you like what you see?" he asked, bringing me out of the semi trance I was in.

I didn't answer so he wrapped his hand around his cock and pulled it a little, just enough to stiffen it more. Without taking my eyes off him, I watched his cock grow until it was pointing straight up in the air and his hand was pumping up and down it faster and faster.

As he continued pumping his cock. I quickly stripped off my clothes. My cock was hard and sticking straight out if front of me as I knelt down beside him and removed his hand from his cock, putting it on mine. He groaned a little when he wrapped his fingers around me.

I leaned down and flicked my tongue across his slit, tasting his pre cum before engulfing him until his head was at the back of my throat. I licked around his shaft as I raised my head until I just had his head in my mouth, my tongue swirling around it, driving him to groan louder and louder.

He tasted so good, I started to pump up and down his shaft, licking and sucking as hard as I could until I felt it twitch. He exploded a blast of hot cum straight down my throat as I took as much of him into my mouth as I could, sucking to get every drop out of him. He finally stopped spurting and I let him slide out of my mouth slowly.

I looked at him and he had a smile on his face and a glint in his eyes. His hand was still pumping my cock as he tried to make me come too. I stopped him and he looked at me for a moment before his smile widened.

"You want to fuck me don't you?" he asked. "You want to shove your hard cock up my ass and fuck me like a girl, don't you?"

He hesitated for a moment while I ran my hand down between his legs, parting them a little more so I reach his ass hole with a finger. When I pushed my finger inside him, he groaned loudly and raised his hips up off the ground, giving me more access to his hole. I pushed a second finger inside him and he groaned again, only this time he reached down and helped push my fingers up into him. When I added a third, he grunted and rolled over on his side, raising his leg up in the air as he did. Now I had his ass at my mercy and I was going to take full advantage of it.

I rolled him further onto his stomach and reached under his hips to raise them up. As I did, he spread his legs wider and his cheeks opened up, exposing his hole with my fingers embedded in it. I pumped my fingers in and out of him for a few times then moved up and pointed my cock at his hole. I entered him easily while he squirmed underneath me. I pushed my cock into him all the way until my balls rested against his upturned ass.

I waited for a moment before starting to move in and out of him while he reached around and held his cheeks as wide apart as he could. I was soon slapping my balls against the back of his thighs as I plunged in and out of his hot and slippery ass hole. I fucked him harder and harder until I came with a rush, his canal filling with my hot cum. He groaned quite loudly when he felt my cock explode and pushed back against me as I spurted over and over again into him.

I slid slowly out of him and he quickly turned around to take me in his mouth, licking me clean. I leaned back and watched him when I heard a quiet cough. Looking around I found another older man standing a short distance away from us, pumping his cock as he watched the old man clean me off. His cock wasn't as big as mine but he could do some damage with it. My cock slid out of the old man's mouth and he looked up, spotting the other man.

"Hey Stan, come here, you old fool. Look at the cock that just fucked the hell out of me. You would love his thing shoved up your ass."

The other man moved over to us and sat down beside his friend, still holding on to his cock with one hand while the other found his friend's, pumping them together. He leaned into the old man and their lips met. I could see their tongues exploring each other's mouth while their cocks were getting harder. They both were engrossed with each other and I felt like the odd man out.

Finally, the old man reached over and started to fondle my cock again. It didn't take long until it was standing straight out in front of me. The old man leaned over and my cock disappeared into his mouth. Stan stood up and moved over me, his cock hanging down in front of my face. He squatted and his balls hit my lips as my tongue snaked out and licked them before sucking them into my mouth. I heard him groan softly when I sucked his balls into my mouth and I licked up between his legs towards his ass hole.

Still squatting over me, he moved so I could reach his ass hole with my tongue. I started to lick up and down his crack as he pushed his ass into my face. I licked up and down his crack once more than disentangled myself from the old man and moved behind Stan, pointing my cock at his hole while he spread his cheeks wide. I thrust forward and filled him quickly all the way to the hilt.

Starting slowly, I thrust in and out of him until my balls were slapping against his thighs loudly every time I thrust into him. He groaned and grunted a lot while the old man moved in front of him, his cock hanging in front of Stan's face. Stan took the old man's cock in his mouth and sucked him while I continued to fill his canal with my hard cock.

I came in a rush, my cum spurting up into Stan's canal. He pushed back against me while I finished filling his canal with hot, sticky cum.

I slid out of him while he continued to suck the old man. I leaned back and relaxed while I watched the two old men finish what they were doing.

The old man said, "Stan did you enjoy that?"

"God, I thought he was going to split me wide open. That's the best fucking I've had for quite some time."

"It was, huh," the old man said. "Just wait a minute."

He moved over Stan and thrust his hips forward, embedding his hard, long cock deep inside Stan's ass hole. I watched them fuck for a little while then slowly got dressed. As I walked away, the old man said they would see me again and I was sure they would, in fact, the very next day.

Mittwoch, 18. Mai 2016

Robert and Me

My father-in-law, Robert, is more than just my wife's father. We have much in common. We both like to read and watch sports. We both like working with our hands. He likes to fish more than I do, but it's another thing that we do together. We help each other with our yard work and home maintenance. We can talk to each other. He's my friend and a buddy.

In the twentyfive years that his daughter, Judy, and I have been married, I think Robert and I have talked about almost everything under the sun. We've even talked about his aversion to being called Bob. But we never talked about sex.

That changed one day when we were transplanting some iris at Robert's and Mary's home.

'Your sex life is good?'

'Pardon me?'

'Do you and Judy still enjoy good sex?'

'Uh, yeah. Sure. It's good all of the time and sometimes it's great.'

'That's good. You're lucky, Steven.' I prefer Steve, but Robert and his wife, Mary, have always called me Steven. 'Since I retired over a year ago, Mary and I seem to have sex less often. I don't know what the problem is.'

'Maybe it's because you're home all the time since you retired. You used to travel a lot in your work.' I smiled, 'Absence makes the heart grow fonder.'

'You're probably right,' Robert smiled back. Let's finish this and go have a beer.

The subject came up again a couple of days later. We were taking a break from raking leaves and getting the our yard ready for winter.

'I'll be glad when Mary gets home.'

'How long is she visiting her sister?'

'She'll be there another week. Isn't Judy going up there too next week?'

'Yes she's driving up. She and Mary will drive home together.'

'I was rather surprised that Mary flew up there. She really hates flying. Too crowded and so on.'

'Judy is the same way.'

Robert grinned, 'Maybe Mary and I will get it on when she gets home.'

'Still in a drought, huh?'

'Yes. Severe drought.'

'That's too bad.'

'Well, there is always hope.' Robert paused, 'May I ask you something very personal?'

'Sure. What is it?'

'Do you and, uh,' He paused again, 'Do you and Judy, uh, have oral sex, uh, do you go down on each other?' He rushed on, 'Does Judy give you head?'

'That is personal. But the answer is yes, we give each other head.'

'That's good. You're both lucky that both of you like doing it. Mary has never liked doing it. I like both giving and receiving.' Robert had never talked like this. He continued, 'It has to be a special occasion for Mary even to consider giving me head or letting me eat her. Like a birthday or Valentine's Day.' He grinned, 'Or she's exceptionally horny or drunk.' He paused, 'And neither of those happen very often these days.'

'I'm sorry.' What else could I say? 'That's sad.'

'Yes, it is a sad situation. Well, let's get these leaves and stuff bagged up and go have a beer.

We both were bachelors for the week. Judy called to let me know that she had arrived safely at her aunt's. On a couple of evenings, Robert and I had dinner together. Our wives were coming home over the weekend so I took Wednesday off and helped Robert clean up their yard for the coming winter.

It was an unusually hot day for the time of the year. By the time we finished everything, we were sweaty and dusty.

'I wish I had brought a change of clothes. I sure need a shower.'

'Go ahead and shower. I'll put your things in the washer.'

'They won't be finished before I finish showering.'

'Let me get you a robe. Ill pick up your clothes when you start showering.'

'I'll probably get a cold blast when you start the washing machine.'

Robert grinned, 'I hadn't thought of that. Let me change. I'll wash my stuff too. We can have a beer while everything washes. You can shower when it goes into the dryer.'

Robert got me a robe. I stripped and carried my dirty clothing to the laundry room. Robert changed into a robe also. After starting the washing machine, he got us each a beer and glass and we went into the family room.

We were on our second beer, when Robert asked, 'Who do you think gives a better blow job?'

'Pardon me?'

'Who gives a better blow job? A woman or man?'

'I wouldn't know. I've never been with another man. For a blow job, I mean.'

'You haven't?' Robert smiled, 'Didn't you experiment a little in high school or college?'

'No, not with guys. With girls, yes.'

'I had the opportunity to experiment with both. Those were the times.'

'I think I'll check the washer. The clothes should be about ready to put in the dryer.' I got up and started to leave the room. I had to walk in front of Robert. He put his hand up and stopped me.

'I think I'll show you.'

'Show me what?'

'This.' He leaned forward in his chair and opened my robe and before I could move, my dick and balls were lying across the palm of his hand. 'Nice. Ummm.' My dick disappeared into his mouth. I tried to pull back. Robert looked up at me, 'Please, Steven, let me suck your cock. Please.'

Robert rubbed the tip of my cock against his lips. He sucked it into his mouth. His nose was buried in my pubic hair. 'Ummmm.' He pulled his head back. My soft cock stretched as he pulled it with his lips. 'Ummmm.' My father-in-law inhaled my cock again.

In spite of myself, I was getting an erection. Robert worked me over, with his lips and tongue, until I had a full blown erection. 'Ummmm.' My cock popped out of his mouth. He held it with one hand as he licked up and down the underbelly. 'Nice. Very suckable.' He traced the ridge and a vein with his fingertips.

Robert stood up. He untied the belt on his robe and opened it. His erect cock pointed up in front of him. He shrugged the robe off of his shoulders and arms. He stepped forward. He placed his hands on my hips and moved towards me. He rubbed his cock against mine. 'Let's find a place where we can get comfortable.' He pushed my robe off of my shoulders.

'Naked, we faced each other.

'I should really leave, Robert.'

'Nonsense, Steven. You can't leave until I give you a proper blow job. Why don't you lie down on the couch over there?'

He turned me slightly then, putting his hand on the small of my back, he steered me to the couch. His hand slid down to my ass. His fingers flicked up and down my ass crack as we walked across the room to the couch. 'Lie down.' After I stretched out, Robert arranged some pillows. He tossed a couple on the carpet. He adjusted a throw pillow that was under my head. As he did so, his hard cock waved over my face. I wondered if he was going to ask me to suck his cock. I'd have to think about it.

Robert got down on his knees beside me. He rubbed my chest and stomach. 'Relax.' His hands moved to my thighs and crotch. I felt his fingers graze my balls as he put his hand between my thighs. He cupped my balls a second then his fingers slipped over my cock. He lifted it as he looked at me, 'Enjoy.'

His back and shoulders blocked my view as he lowered his head. I felt his lips touch then close over my cockhead. Without thinking, I sighed. His lips were as soft as Judy's.

As his mouth moved all over my cock, I caressed as much of his back and shoulders as I could reach. I could see and feel his one arm move. He was probably playing with himself as he sucked me. Robert was licking and gently sucking my cockhead. He stood up and turned to face me. His cock looked enormous.

I swung my feet to the floor as I sat up. His cock was right in front of my face. I first touched his thigh, then I lightly touched his cock. This was the first time I had ever touched another man's cock.

Robert smiled, 'Don't be bashful. I hope you'll want to taste it.' He turned away. 'Let's go shower.'


'Sure. It's a large shower. Mary and I have had a lot of fun in the shower.'

The shower was large. It had three shower heads, two handheld showers and seat. It was so large that four people could comfortably shower together. Shower heads were located on each side wall and the rear wall. There was a handheld shower on each side wall. Robert turned on the shower head on the rear wall.

'This is pretty slick. It must have cost a bunch.'

'Not as much as one would think. It's also plumbed for a steam shower, but we've never had that hooked up. Maybe one of these days.' Robert picked up a bar of soap. 'Let me lather your back.'

After I turned my back to him, Robert rubbed the soap and his hands over shoulders, back and ass. 'Turn around.' I turned. He lathered my chest. His soapy hands slipped to my crotch. My cock had relaxed under the warm water. It quickly returned to a fully erect state in Robert's hands. I noticed his erection returned as he massaged and washed my cock and balls. 'Turn again.'

He re-lathered my back. I was a little surprised when he pulled me back against his chest and put his arms around me. He began to soap my chest. His hard cock pressed against one of my ass cheeks. Robert bent his knees a little. When he straightened up his cock slipped between my thighs and up between my ass cheeks. His hands moved to my cock.

'Does this feel good?' I had to admit that it felt good. 'Do you like this?' I had to admit that I liked it, especially when his cock moved around. 'Would you lather me, please?'

He handed me the boar of soap and turned his back to me. I lathered his back all over. I paid particular attention to his ass. Robert seemed to enjoy that. After I lathered his chest and started on his cock and balls, Robert closed his eyes and stood there with a slight smile. 'You have nice hands, Steven.'

I turned him around and put my arms around him. My father-in-law is taller than me so I didn't have to bend my knees much to work my cock between his ass cheeks. My soapy hands moved to his cock and balls. Robert clinched and un-clinched his ass cheeks around my cock.

He tipped his head back. 'You seem to be enjoying our homoerotic play, Steven.'

'Yes, I'm enjoying it. It feels good, Robert,' I smiled. And it did feel good. My cock felt like a steel rod.

'Good. Rinse a little.'

Robert sat down on the shower seat. He guided my cock to his mouth as I rinsed the soap off my body. I turned off the shower spray. 'I don't want to drown you.'

Robert took my cock out of his mouth. 'This brings back memories. I sucked my very first cock while in a shower. Actually, it was my first three cocks. It was in college. I had been in a P.E. class and instead of showering and changing into my street clothes there at the gym, I put my street clothes in my backpack and jogged back to the fraternity house. I went upstairs to the shower room. The showers were running and several towels were hanging on hooks.'

'I knew I'd see a couple of the brothers in the shower, but I wasn't prepared for what I saw. There were three of them. Two of them were standing side by side. The third one was on his knees. He had one brother's cock in his hand and he was really sucking the other brother's cock. I said 'Excuse me' and turned to leave.'

'The brother who was getting the hand job laughed and said 'Don't go. We've got fresh meat guys.'. He came over to me, dropped to his knees and began to suck my cock.'

'Did you know your fraternity had guys, uh, er, like that, Robert?'

'I'd heard there were a few guys like that, but I didn't really believe it. Until then. Anyway, the upshot was that all three of them sucked me and I sucked them. The brother who sucked me first got my oral cherry. I got in really tight with them because the third guy started to cum and I swallowed most of it. It turned out that over half the brothers who lived in the house were part of this inner group.'

Robert squeezed my cock as he stood up. 'Let's rinse and dry ourselves and get comfortable in the bedroom. That is, if you want to continue our little adventure into homosexuality.'

I squeezed his cock, 'Lead on, Robert.'

Once we had the king sized bed covers turned down, Robert arranged the four pillows in a stack in the center of the bed. 'Lie down and get comfortable.'

Robert got on the bed with me after I reclined against the pillows. He put his hands on my ankles and spread my legs. 'Nice. You're a handsome man, Steven.'

I felt a little wanton and reckless. I grinned at my father-in-law as I began to stroke my hard-on.

He got on his knees between my legs. He stroked his cock a little as he watched me beat my meat for him.

'Don't stroke too hard. I want to bring you off.'

He stretched out over me in a pushup position. Robert lower his body so our cocks touched. Our cocks rubbed together lightly as he did several pushups. He lowered himself so most of his weight was on me. He began to hump his hips. His cock pressed and rubbed against mine. I humped back. We belly fucked for a couple of minutes until Robert got back on his knees again.

He caressed my cock lightly. 'Ah, pre-cum.' He used his thumb to spread my leaking pre-cum over my cockhead. He squeezed gently until another drop appeared in my pee slit. I smiled as he bent down and licked up the drop. Robert raised his head and smiled at me, 'Sweet.'

I smiled even more when he bent back down and pushed his lips over my cockhead and almost down to the root of my shaft. He paused, for what seemed like minutes, with my cock almost buried in his throat, then, keeping his lips tightly compressed, Robert pulled back. It felt as if my cock was being stretched and lengthened.

My ball sac rested on his fingertips. Robert used his thumb to separate my balls. He gently massaged and rolled each ball around as his mouth moved up and down my cock. He was constantly changing the pressure of his lips against my skin. And the amount of cock he swallowed and the speed with which he swallowed changed constantly too.

Robert looked up from his sucking. A string of spit ran from his lips to the tip of my cock. 'You seem to be enjoying my efforts, Steven.'

'Yes, I'm enjoying this tremendously, Robert. I've never been sucked like this.'

He smiled, 'Even better than my daughter?'

'I won't answer that.'

'I understand.' He smiled, 'That's the gentleman's answer.' He lowered his face back to my cock.

Robert closed his lips around the shaft about a third of the way down. Instead of bobbing his head, he began to move it in a tight little circle. His lips massaged my shaft as my cocked moved around in his mouth. He circled his head in one direction and then the other before resuming the bobbing motion.

I moaned aloud when Robert switched to a figure eight motion with his head, 'Ahhh, damn, that feels good!'

Robert acknowledged the compliment by giving my balls a little tug.

'You're going to make me cum!'

There was another gentle ball tug, then Robert returned to some serious cock sucking. He would slide his lips down my cock. Then he would tighten them and press the flat of his tongue against the underbelly of my cock. When he pulled back, it felt as if he was trying to suck and pull my balls and cum through my cock.

The speed of Robert's efforts increased. I could feel the head of my cock hit the back of his throat and, sometimes, his nose bumped my pubic bone. I was humping my hips at the same time.

'Oh!! Ahhh! I'm cumming!' I thrust my hips up and squirted what felt like a long stream of cum into Robert's mouth. He gave my nuts a firm squeeze, then he stopped moving his mouth up and down my cock and concentrated on swallowing and sucking. All I could hear was my heavy breathing and Robert going 'Mmm', Mmm, Mmm' in time with my pulsing cock.

Robert raised his head and smiled at me. There was cum on his lips. He licked them as he squeezed and wrung my cock. I watched as he wiped off a cum drip with his finger. He licked his finger clean as he stretched out on top of me. I felt his hard-on pressing against my thigh.

We lay quietly for a few minutes until Robert go back up on his knees and scooted up near my head. His cock waved and bobbed over my face. I noticed his pubic hair was salt and pepper with grey hairs among the dark ones. I looked up at his face, 'Your ball sac doesn't have any hair.'

'Yes, I shave it in hopes that Mary will like them and maybe suck my nuts. Lie back, Let me show you some thing. Robert moved really close. His balls pressed against my cheek. This is called teabagging.'

'Why is that?'

'Actually, teabagging is dangling one's nuts over someone's mouth, like a teabag, so they can lick and suck them.'

'Like this?' I moved my head and pressed my lips against the skin of Robert's sac.

'Yes.' Robert adjusted his position and for the next few minutes he rubbed and rolled his balls over my face. Whenever they crossed my lips, I tried to kiss, lick and suck them. Robert moved slowly so I could do that. My cock was so hard, it hurt.

I pushed myself up on an elbow. Robert was still on his knees. I put a hand on his hard cock. He had a bit of a foreskin. I carefully rolled it back and exposed his pinkish-purple cockhead. It was wet. I extended my tongue and licked his cockhead. The fluid was sort of bitter and sweet at the same time.

Robert held his cock in his hand. I looked up at him. He smiled and nodded. I pressed my lips against his cockhead. Robert held his cock steady as my lips slipped over his cockhead . I took him into my mouth. I was beginning to suck my father-in-law's cock! I was going to do something that his wife wouldn't do with him.

When my wife, Judy, blew me, she did some things that I enjoyed. I tried to remember them and apply them to Robert's cock. He seemed to appreciate my efforts. He was especially appreciative when I used the tip of my tongue to tap and stimulate the vee on the underside of his cockhead.

Robert's cock really filled my mouth. I wondered if mine filled Judy's the same way. And sucking cock was a whole lot different from eating pussy. Robert remained on his knees as I continued my apprenticeship as a beginning cocksucker. Robert would touch and rub my head or reach down and play with my cock as I sucked away.

'Ow! This is an awkward position.' My shoulder and neck were beginning to ache. And my jaw was tired. I lay back on the pillows. Robert rearranged the other pillows and lay down beside me. 'Roll over on top of me, Steven.'

I did as he asked. Robert shifted his position until our cocks were pressed together. He put his legs around mine just like his daughter did when we fucked. He began to hump his hips. I humped back.

'This is called frottage, Steven.'

'It's nice.' I straightened my arms so I was in the pushup position. Robert smiled as I did pushups which caused our cocks to rub together.

'You're a quick learner, Steven.'

Thank you. You're a good teacher.'

Robert smiled and closed his eyes, 'Let's rest.'

'I want to make you cum.'

'There's plenty of time for that. Let's get some rest.'

I shifted my position so I wasn't completely on top of him. I put my head down by his. Robert moved around a little and pulled a sheet up over us.

I awakened when I felt the bed move. Robert was standing beside the bed. I was sort of startled to see that he was naked. Then I remembered where I was and what I had been doing. I scooted over to the edge of the bed so I could reach out and touch Robert. I put my hand on his leg.

Robert covered it with his. 'You were sleeping soundly. I'm sorry I awakened you. I had to take a piss.'

'That's o.k.' I noticed the bedroom was dark. 'What time is it?'

'About six-thirty.'

'I should be going.'

'Nonsense, Steven. Let's get some dinner, then you can decide.'

'What's to decide?'

'Whether or not you should be going.'

I smiled up at him. 'I see' My hand moved to his cock. I sat up and kissed the tip of it. I had a real desire to take all of his soft cock into my mouth. 'I see.'

We put of robes. After dinner, we cleaned up the kitchen and Robert fixed some hot tea. We watched some TV and read the newspaper.

'Would you like some more tea, Steven?'

'Yes, that would be nice.'

Robert got out of his chair and left the room. He had a teapot when he returned. He refilled both of our cups. As he turned away from me, I stopped him. I opened his robe and looked at his cock. It drooped down over his balls. I leaned forward in my seat and kissed his cock. Robert shrugged off his robe. After teasing him for a moment with my tongue, I lifted Robert's cock to my lips.

His balls rested against my chin. My nose was in his pubic hair. His cock filled my mouth. And my senses. I could feel his erection forming. I bobbed my head and sucked until Robert's cock was fully erect. I stopped and took a drink of hot tea. Robert moaned out loud when my hot mouth closed over his cockhead.

I untied my robe and shrugged it off as I slid off the chair and onto my knees in front of Robert. My fingertips found and lifted his balls as I slid as much of his cock as I could into my mouth. Robert lightly held my head as he began to hump his hips.

I smiled around the man-meat slipping in and out of my mouth as my father-in-law began to fuck my face. Robert's cock moved in and out of my mouth in long slow strokes. I had plenty of time to work over his whole cock with my lips and tongue.

I tried to move my head in little circles like Robert had. His cockhead touched other places inside my mouth, but I was afraid of hurting him with my teeth.

'You don't have to swallow anything when I cum, Steven.'

Looking up at him, I tried to smile and speak, but with my mouth full all I could say was, 'Mmmm.'

My father-in-law pulled his cock out of my mouth. He held it about six inches from my face. I think I flinched a little as Robert's first squirt of cum hit my face. I opened my mouth and a squirt landed on my tongue. I swallowed it. It was warm and slightly salty.

I put my hand on Robert's and guided his cock back into my mouth. I sucked and swallowed as he finished cumming. He resumed fucking my face with long, slow strokes.

Robert wiped some of his cum off of my face. He licked his fingers clean. After he helped me to my feet and after I rinsed off my face, we went back to the bed.

Robert began to suck my cock almost before I was stretched out on the bed. We quickly worked ourselves into the sixty-nine position.

The side sixty-nine was nice and comfortable. Robert played with my ass when I was on top. I enjoyed being on the bottom most. I could play with Robert's balls and I like to watch them rise and fall as his cock slid in and out.

We cum together. It was just as intense a feeling as cumming at the same time with Judy. I think Robert swallowed my cock completely and I know I tried to swallow his.

It was strange awakening next to another man. We gave each other a brief 'good morning' suck. Robert rubbed my cock all over his face. The scraping of his beard was oddly erotic.

I quickly dressed. When I left the bedroom, Robert was lying spread eagled on the bed. One of his hands was sliding up and down his cock. 'See you after work, Steven?'

When I got home, I noticed the message light on the answering machine was blinking. It was a message from Judy saying that she and her mother were driving home on Sunday and that she would call tonight. Robert and I had three more evenings together.

I fixed some breakfast, then quickly showered and shaved. I called Judy from work. She said she wasn't surprised that I hadn't answer the phone. She said she thought that I was probably asleep in my chair with the TV on and the newspaper in my lap. I wondered what she would have thought if she had known that her father's cock had been in my mouth when she called.

I called Robert from work. He was fixing a roast for dinner. When I got home, I showered and shaved again. I shaved my cock and balls for Robert. I remembered to forward the telephone to Robert's number. I just hoped Judy's call would come before Robert and I were eating cock.

Maybe we should call her first.. It would be exciting to talk with my wife while her father was sucking my cock. And I know it would be exciting to suck Robert's cock while he was talking with his wife or daughter.

Mittwoch, 11. Mai 2016

Exiled to Grandpa's Farm

The summer of 1969 hadn't turned out quite the way Lloyd Carmody had hoped. Expecting to goof off until college started in the fall, Lloyd got a shock when his parents told him that he would be going to spend the last two weeks of July at his grandparent's farm.

"You haven't bothered to get a job, so it isn't like you have any responsibilities around here," his father reminded him after Lloyd protested.

"I'd never enjoy a minute of the cruise worrying about what was going on here in our absence," Lloyd's mother declared.

That part about what was going on was a reference to Lloyd's very good friend Jimmy, who had been declared a bad influence on Lloyd, ever since Lloyd's mother caught the two of them in an "awkward" situation.

It would have been even more awkward if Mrs. Carmody had showed up a little later, Lloyd knew, because instead of his mother catching him squeezing Jimmy's crotch in the garage, she likely would have been treated to the sight of her son kneeling in front of his friend giving him head.

So with Lloyd expecting a fun two weeks home alone while his parents were on some cruise, he was obviously disappointed when he got taken to this farm out in the middle of nowhere with his sixty-something grandparents.

Lloyd liked being around his grandparents, Lloyd admitted. Grandma was nice enough, and was a really good cook, and Grandpa was a fun guy to be around in addition to being a really manly man. Two weeks? It sounded like forever.

"You'll learn a lot out here," Dad assured Lloyd as they dropped him off. "Your mother grew up out here."

"And she couldn't wait to get out," Lloyd mumbled.

"Nonsense," Mom chirped. "Those were happy days."

"Besides, maybe you'll put some muscle on these bones of yours," Dad suggested. "Hard honest work is good for the soul."

So that was that. Lloyd put on a happy face as Grandma gushed over him, and after they set him up in the spare bedroom Lloyd got to help his grandfather clear some land way out in the back of their property.

It was hard work, Lloyd figured out soon enough, but watching his Grandpa John in action made Lloyd embarrassed at his own efforts. The guy was probably close to 65 but he was picking up rocks and tree limbs like they were nothing.

Grandpa was only a couple of inches taller than Lloyd's 5'9", and maybe weighed a bit more than Lloyd's 150 pounds, but Grandpa was all muscle, or so it seemed. His biceps bulged as he tossed rocks into a cart, rocks that Lloyd had all he could do to just lift off the ground.

Two weeks of this? To Lloyd, it seemed like forever and a day, until Lloyd heard the call of Mother Nature.

"Uh, I gotta go to the bathroom," Lloyd said, starting to walk the 1/4 mile or so back to the farmhouse, which was hidden by the swell of ground.

"Number 1 or number 2?" Grandpa John asked, and when Lloyd told him, his grandfather told him not to bother going all the way back just to pee.

"Won't be farming on this land until next year, or maybe never," Grandpa said. "Whip her out and whizz. Just don't tell Grandma I said that."

Lloyd laughed and turned away while pulling out his dick. Lloyd was a little nervous going to the bathroom in front of others, and it seems like Grandpa was looking at his dick while Lloyd wiggled and stretched his pecker before he finally let loose.

"Nothing like the sound of flowing water to get my kidneys going," Grandpa John said. "Mind if I join you?"

Lloyd glanced over as his grandfather reached into the fly of his Wranglers, more out of curiosity than anything else, but when Lloyd saw his grandfather's cock he almost sprained his neck doing a double take.

"Looks like we might get some rain tonight," Lloyd's grandfather said as he stood on the crest of the hill looking up at the sky, his bony hands resting on his hips while his cock hung brazenly out, pissing a yellow torrent while Lloyd stared as in shock.

They only stood there for a minute, but it was a minute Lloyd would never forget. It took his Grandpa's hand coming off his hip and shaking his cock free of moisture to break Lloyd out of the trance he was in, and Lloyd quickly tucked his dick away before his grandfather saw that he had a boner.

For the rest of the afternoon, Lloyd found it impossible to concentrate on what he was doing, his eyes constantly going to his grandfather and his baggy jeans and what was inside of them. Luckily, the storm clouds rolled in and with the weather threatening, Grandpa called it an afternoon.

Back at the farmhouse, Lloyd took a shower before dinner. He needed the shower, of course, but Lloyd also needed a release from an erection that would not go away.

Under the warm spray in the solitude of the shower stall, Lloyd's hand went to his cock, and what was on his mind as he slowly stroked his slender prong wasn't his friend Jimmy. It was his grandfather.

"I thought Jimmy was well hung," Lloyd mumbled as he replayed the image of seeing his grandfather standing there, with what had to be the biggest cock in the world dangling out of the fly of those jeans.

Well, maybe not the biggest, Lloyd thought as he recalled some pictures of some African guys from a National Geographic that Jimmy had, but pretty close. Grandpa's cock was longer and thicker soft than his own was hard, and as Lloyd brought himself to orgasm he was imagining what Grandpa's erect cock would look like.

Lloyd rested against the wall of the shower stall, watching his cum swirl down the drain before rinsing off and stepping out of the shower. Drying his hair, Lloyd didn't notice that the bathroom door had opened until he looked up and saw his grandfather in the doorway.

"Your Grandma sent me in her with these," Grandpa John said as he brought in a couple of towels and set them on the hamper. "She says that dinner will be ready in about 15 minutes."

"Okay," Lloyd answered as Grandpa closed the door behind him.

Was Grandpa looking at him, Lloyd wondered as he resumed drying himself? Before Lloyd had covered himself up, he could have sworn that Grandpa was looking at his privates.

"As Jimmy would say, not much to look at," Lloyd said softly of his friend's playful teasing, as he ran the towel over his own modest endowment, making the slim tube wiggle.

As Lloyd got dressed he knew that at least he would have one interesting story to tell Jimmy when he got back home. Two weeks in the middle of nowhere, Lloyd mused, and seeing your grandfather's cock is the highpoint of the trip.

Still, Lloyd thought, that was one hell of a dick. A dick that he wouldn't mind getting a look at again.


Lloyd was in bed by nine o'clock, blaming his early bedtime on his shoulders and back, which ached from all the work he had done. They only got a couple of channels on the TV out here, so since there was nothing on that he liked he decided to turn in.

So as he reclined on his back in the bed, his hands linked behind his neck, Lloyd watched the shadows on the ceiling dance. The rain had come and gone, and now the night had become muggy, so even the thin bed sheet was too much.

Lloyd looked down at the tent his boner was making in his tight white underwear and sighed. He had already masturbated twice - once in the shower and once after brushing his teeth about a half hour ago.

Two was about his average whenever Jimmy wasn't around, but these boners weren't caused by Jimmy. These constant erections were his grandfather's fault, because Lloyd couldn't get that image out of him out ofhis mind. Finally, just when Lloyd was ready to go to the bathroom and yank himself off again, he drifted into sleep.


At the other end of the hallway, John Tillman stared at the clock over his wife Ellie's shoulder. Almost 10:30. Ellie had been asleep for almost a half hour, and by now she was in almost a hibernation, guaranteed not to wake up before 6.

John wished he could sleep like that, but he was a notoriously light sleeper, and besides, he had a lot on his mind. It had been a very interesting day, and as John eased himself out of the bed, his mind was racing.

John walked the length of the hallway, down to the spare bedroom where his youngest daughter's son was staying. He leaned against the door, taking deep breaths as he thought about what he was thinking of doing.

After that time when Bennett, his grandson by his eldest daughter, had spent time up here, he had sworn that he would never let it happen again. That was so wrong, and John knew his life would be ruined if the lad had ever said anything, but he had remained silent and just let his grandfather do what he wanted.

John Tillman kept telling himself that it was alright because these weren't kids, but young men, and 18 is old enough to vote, smoke and die for your country. Besides, he had learned a lot from his own grandfather, many many years ago, and they were magical memories indeed.

John's hand touched the doorknob, and as he slowly turned it, he knew he still had a chance to change his mind. The problem was that he couldn't. The way that Lloyd had stared at him out in the field made it clear that his mother's suspicions had been correct.

That was why Lloyd was out here, because his daughter thought that Lloyd and his friend were a little "too chummy" as she had put it. When John saw Lloyd gawking at his cock out there, he knew that she had been right.

The final straw was seeing Lloyd naked in the bathroom. After seeing that beautiful young body in all of its glory, even if only for that brief moment, John knew he had to have him. So smooth and fresh, and while maybe not completely innocent, Lloyd was close enough.

Standing in the open doorway, John looked at his grandson, who was sleeping on his back. The sheet was down around his ankles, and Lloyd was naked except for his underwear. John's heart raced as he looked down on Lloyd and the outline of his dick against the cotton.

John Tillman dropped his boxer shorts and stepped out of them, his hand reflexively going to his cock, giving his tool a a couple of long pulls before easing down onto the bed next to his grandson.

On his hip, resting on his elbow, John surveyed the moonlit body of his grandson. Lloyd's chest was scrawny and smooth - in fact, outside of the little sprays of golden hair under Lloyd's arms and the little tuft of curls over his dick that John had seen in the bathroom, Lloyd's body seemed practically hairless.

In contrast, John felt coarse and rough, his body felt like it was covered with silver and black hair and his skin had become aged and weathered. The senior citizen's hands were shaking as he fought the urge to reach out and touch Lloyd, who was so close to him he could feel the heat of his body.

Touch him? John was so close to Lloyd that even in the moonlight he could see the little pebbles on his nipples, and as John exhaled he saw the little hairs under Lloyd's arm flutter in the gentle breeze his breath created.


Cherry. That was the aroma that filled Lloyd's nose, causing him to come out of the deep sleep he had been in. The aroma was from the pipe tobacco that Grandpa smoked on occassion, and when that scent hit Lloyd he bolted upright, only to be eased back down by a strong hand.

"It's okay, Lloyd."


"Yes, it's me."

"Is something wrong?" Lloyd asked, his eyes trying to adjust to the near darkness as he looked at the shadow beside him. "Is it Grandma?"

"No Lloyd, everything is fine," he assured him. "I was hoping we could talk."


"You see, you Mom mentioned something to me, and asked me if I would have a talk with you. I wasn't going to at first."

"Oh," Lloyd moaned, dreading what was was coming.

"That, and this afternoon out in the field, I thought I caught you looking at me when I was urinating, so I thought that maybe I would have that talk with you after all."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, it's just that I was - you know - curious."

"It's human nature," John said, patting Lloyd lightly on the chest. "We're all curious. So when you get back home, you can tell your mother that we had a talk, and that you're all straightened out."

"You have to promise that you don't tell her what I'm about to say though," John added.

"I don't understand, Grandpa."

"You see, I think she wants me to tell you not to hang around your friend anymore," John said. "I won't do that. If you like to be with guys, that's they way you are. As if you can force somebody not to have certain urges, do you know what I mean?"

"I'm not sure," Lloyd said. "I like girls too - some of them."

"That's exactly what I'm saying. I think it's perfectly normal for you to like to be with boys or girls," John said. "Many of us like both men and women."

"Us?" Lloyd said softly as he watched his grandfather's finger trace his nipple.

"Your friend Jimmy. Is he the only man you've been with?"

"No," Lloyd wheezed as he watched Grandpa's bony fingers move slowly down his stomach. "My Science teacher at school. Me and him - we did stuff to each other at his apartment, when I helped him grade tests one time."

"Sounds like fun," Grandpa said as his hand reached Lloyd's briefs, and when his fingers began to knead his grandson's penis through the cotton he asked if there were any others.

"A man gave me a ride in his car one time," Lloyd said. "He made me take my dick out."

"Made you?"

"Well, not exactly," Lloyd admitted. He asked me to, and then he had me take his out."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Yeah. A lot."

"That's good. Are you enjoying what I'm doing to you right now?"


"You don't seem to be," Grandpa said as he squeezed Lloyd's limp dick.

"I'm scared."

"Of me?"

"No. I mean, I don't know."

"How about if I do this?" Grandpa said as he slipped his hand down under the elastic of Lloyd's briefs and through the tuft of soft hairs, grasping Lloyd's flaccid dick and tugging on it gently.

"Ooh," Lloyd moaned as his grandfather nudged his underwear down so he could get at him better.

"If you want, you can touch me too," his grandfather suggested. "It's okay."

"Omigod," Lloyd said after reaching down between his grandfather's legs and taking his rubbery cock in his hand.

"What's the matter?" John said after feeling Lloyd's dick shrivel even more in his grasp

"Yours is so big," Lloyd said. "You're even bigger than Jimmy. Way bigger, and mine is so much smaller."

"Is that what's bothering you? Well, let me tell you that I think you're perfect as you are. Why do you think I burst in on you in the bathroom before? I wanted to see if you really were as cute as I thought, and you are. And look at you. I can feel you getting bigger every second. Your cock isn't small. You're not small at all."

John Tillman looked at the gorgeous staff that was now standing upright, a pulsating slender six inches of young manhood that was perfect in every way, and John got up off of his elbow and knelt at Lloyd's hip.


It was like a dream, watching Grandpa kneeling next to him like this in the moonlight, smiling as Grandpa bowed his head down to take his dick into his mouth. Jimmy had done this to him many times, but this was so much different.

Down went Grandpa's lips, all the way down his cock, slowly sliding down the shaft until he had taken it all, and then just as slowly bringing his mouth back up to the tip. All the while, Grandpa's tongue was doing wonderful things as well.

Everything combined to bring Lloyd to orgasm way too fast to suit him, but as he came Grandpa swallowed his cum as fast as he could spit it out, and he didn't take his dick out of his mouth until he was spent.

Grandpa straightened up, and as he did Lloyd looked at Grandpa's cock, which was waving in front of his body. Unlike earlier in the day, this time not only was his cock fully exposed, instead of partially hidden by his trousers, but now Grandpa was erect and Lloyd was hypnotized by the enormous organ as it pointed towards him while Grandpa climbed off of the bed.

"Don't go Grandpa," Lloyd whispered.

"I'm not going anywhere," Grandpa John said as he went to the door and locked it as a precaution. "Just in case."

As Grandpa came back to the bed, Lloyd rolled off of the side and assumed the position that he often did with Jimmy. On his knees, he was ready for Grandpa when he got there, seizing the senior citizen's manhood with both hands.

Grandpa's cock was not as rock hard as Jimmy's got, but Lloyd could feel the blood pulsating through the shaft as he brought it to his lips, the foreskin sliding back with the movement of his hands and his mouth.

"Oh Lloyd," Grandpa groaned, cradling his grandson's head in his hands as the lad began sucking his cock, proving that he was not unfamiliar with the art.

Lloyd used one hand on the shaft of his grandfather's manhood, spinning and pumping his fist over the part that his mouth would never be able to reach, while with his other hand, Lloyd played with his Grandpa's balls, squeezing and churning the eggs that hung low in an over-sized sac.

John Tillman smiled as he looked down at his grandson, who was looking up at him with a look that seemed to be asking for his approval, his mouth full of a whole lot of his cock. A lot more than his wife had ever been able to manage, and considerably more than his other grandson had been able to handle.

"That's it," Grandpa John hissed as Lloyd's mouth and hands worked faster and harder. "Jerk it hard. Both hands."

Now Lloyd had both hands on his shaft of his Grandpa's cock, his fists working up and down the richly veined surface while his mouth worked over the head. Lloyd saw his grandfather's knees buckle a little just before his felt the warm seed spurt into his mouth.

Grandpa didn't cum a lot, like Jimmy usually did, but his cum tasted better, and Lloyd savored the flavor of his grandfather's seed before swallowing his load.

"So good," Grandpa John sighed as his grandson kept sucking on his deflating dick, trying to stuff all of his now-flaccid organ into his mouth before John reached down and pulled Lloyd up to his feet.

They embraced, Lloyd shivering as his felt his grandfather's hairy chest against his skin, and the sweet sensation as their limp cocks rubbed together made them both shiver.

"I have to go back to bed now," John whispered to Lloyd after kissing his grandson on the forehead. "But I'll come back again tomorrow night, if you want me to."

"Yes, Grandpa," Lloyd said as he hand reached down and took his grandfather's cock in his hand, pulling on the rubbery hose and wanting to go back onto his knees and worship his incredible cock some more.

"Maybe tomorrow night," Grandpa said softly, leaning down and whispering into Lloyd's ear. "We can maybe do something different."

"Okay," Lloyd said eagerly.

"Not so fast, Lloyd. You don't know know what it is that I want to do," Grandpa chuckled. "Has Jimmy ever had you anally?"

"No, Grandpa," Lloyd said, shivering when he remembered Jimmy asking him to, and being too scared to let him, but this was different because this was Grandpa.

"Didn't the other men fuck you in the ass either?" John asked, and when Lloyd shook his head a shiver raced up and down the senior citizen's spine as he thought of the exquisite thrill of breaking another lad's cherry.

"I think you'll like it," John said as he wrapped his arms around Lloyd, squeezing his firm bubble butt before slipping a hand into the sweaty crevice.

"Oh!" Lloyd gasped as he felt his grandfather's finger penetrate his puckered ring and slither into his ass.

Lloyd was whimpering as he hugged his grandfather tightly while his rectum was probed by the long and bony finger, the strength of the old man evident by the way he lifted Lloyd up almost effortlessly

John smiled as he felt Lloyd's dick poking his stomach while he squirmed under the anal probing. Lloyd's ass was tight, but the lad seemed to like it as the finger went in to the hilt, and John Tillman was not surprised when he felt his grandson ejaculate on him, sending volleys of cum all over both of their crotches.

"You did like that, didn't you honey?" Grandpa John asked as he held Lloyd close to him, slowly extracting his finger from the boy's rectum. "Imagine how good my cock will feel up there."

"Will it hurt, Grandpa?" Lloyd asked.

"A little," John admitted. "Why? Are you scared?"

"No, not with you Grandpa," Lloyd said. "I'll do anything you want me to do."

"That's my boy," John beamed.

"Sorry I made a mess," Lloyd said. "Let me clean you up."

"That's okay," John started to say, but Lloyd was already on knees, lapping the semen that was all over his stomach and pubic hair.

After a couple of minutes, Lloyd was licking his grandfather's cock clean, and his grandfather had to pull him up to his feet as he started to go beyond the delightful cleaning.

"Tomorrow night, Lloyd," Grandpa said. "Good night."

Lloyd nodded and watched his grandfather grab his boxer shorts and leave the room, his cock swinging lazily between his legs like an elephant's trunk. A cock that would be going somewhere that no other had gone before, and Lloyd was filled with equal measures of excitement and fear.


The next evening, Lloyd took a shower before going to bed, cleaning himself especially good for his grandfather, and as he did he thought about the day he had spent with him. The work was hard, but he loved being around the man. It was as if he radiated power and strength, and Lloyd fed off of him.

Lloyd chuckled to himself when he recalled how Grandpa had announced he had to take a leak.

"Time for a little irrigating," John Tillman had announced as he walked over behind the cart they were using.

"Can I do it for you?" Lloyd asked impulsively.

"Pee for me?" John had asked with a grin.

"No. You know, take it out and hold it for you."

"Suit yourself," he said.

It was weird, Lloyd knew, and it wasn't anything he had ever done, or wanted to do before, but when his grandfather said it was alright, Lloyd came over to him and unzipped his fly and reached inside, fishing his heavy organ out from the boxers.

"Skin it back a little bit," John instructed, and after Lloyd eased the shroud away from the tip of his cock, the older man let loose with a torrent of urine.

Lloyd stared at the beige penis in his hand, and as he did he remembered how it looked the night before. Not a great deal longer or thicker than it was right now, but nonetheless when it was engorged and throbbing it was so different.

As his grandfather stopped urinating, Lloyd shook the rubbery hose for awhile, watching the droplets fly away.

"A penny for your thoughts," John said. "I think I know what they are though. If you would rather I didn't tonight..."

"No, that's not it," Lloyd said. "I really want you to."

"Good, because I really want to be inside of you. It will make you a man. That's what my own grandfather told me many many years ago, and he was right."

"Grandpa?" Lloyd said while continuing to play with his cock. "If I cry or anything when you put your cock in my ass, don't stop. Okay?"


"Don't stop if I cry," Lloyd said as he stroked the stiffening member. "Sometimes I get emotional and cry when I'm nervous, but if I do, just ignore me. Okay?"

"Okay Lloyd," John said. "Uh - I think I'm done going."

"Sorry," Lloyd said as he looked at his grandfather's cock, erect and sticking straight out, the exposed pink head bright against the beige shaft.

"You won't be able to get that back in my jeans right away," John Tillman said with a laugh.

"I know how," Lloyd said, standing at his grandfather's side while reaching around him and moving his hand up and down the length of his organ.

John Tillman was glad they were out of sight from the farmhouse, but then again maybe it looked different from behind. Maybe his wife would only see a grandfather and his grandson standing side by side, looking out over the fields.

Little did she know that her loving grandson was jacking his grandfather off, his fist pumping up and down while they both watched him do it.

"Will it all go in me?" Lloyd asked, staring at what had to be at least nine inches of cock in his grasp.

"No," John grunted. "Half maybe."

"Gonna cum, Grandpa?" Lloyd asked as he looked at his grandfather's contorted red face, and after he nodded they both looked down in time to see a few milky white jets spurt out and onto the ground while they both groaned.

"That was really good," John Tillman said, wiping off his brow as Lloyd milked the last few drops out of him. "Better than doing it myself."

"It was fun," Lloyd said as he wiped the cum off the tip before he carefully tucked Grandpa's cock back into his jeans and zipped him up. "I liked doing it."

"I can tell," John Tillman said, nodding at the bulge in his grandson's jeans and enjoying seeing him blush. "You can't work like that."

Lloyd watched his grandfather first start to pull his zipper down, but then said the hell with that, and unbuckled Lloyd's belt and tugged the lad's jeans and briefs down to his knees, causing Lloyd's boner to spring around wildly.

"Grandpa!" Lloyd laughed as the older man came behind him and wrapped his arms around him.

"That's the fun of living out here," John declared. "No nosy neighbors. Now let's see here. This is how we'll be tonight."

John stood behind his grandson, nuzzling into his neck while taking Lloyd's erection between his thumb and index finger and slowly stroking him. Grandpa John's other hand came around Lloyd's other hip, cupping Lloyd's balls and rolling them in his palm.

John teased his grandson, bringing him to the brink of orgasm several times before slowing down. Lloyd's dick was now an angry crimson begging for release, and when John sensed that his grandson had suffered enough, he brought him to climax.

"Whoa!" John exclaimed as a jet of semen shot out like from a cannon, landing several feet in front of them, and then a half dozen more spurts followed in rapid succession, tattooing the landscape with seed as John held his grandson up until he finally stopped cumming.

"Hope we have enough energy for tonight," Lloyd said after pulling his pants back up.

John Tillman smiled as Lloyd's pale bubble butt disappeared from view, knowing full well that at least he would be as ready as a man could be.


Ellie was sleeping soundly by 10:30, and as John Tillman crept out of the bedroom and down the hall, his heart was racing. He stopped in the bathroom and pulled the tube of lubricant out from the back of the cabinet before going to Lloyd's room.

John Tillman gently tapped on the door before opening it and stepping inside. His grandson Lloyd was on his stomach in bed, naked with his legs spread out in a sign of utter submission. The lamp beside the bed was on at the lowest setting, providing just enough light.

Lloyd's golden hair hid the side of his face, and he was gripping the bedding with his hands. The boy was willing but scared, and he looked so beautiful there that after John Tillman closed the door and locked it, he stood there admiring Lloyd's smooth body.

"Hi Grandpa," came the voice from the bed.

"Hi Lloyd," John said. "You look incredible."

"Is this what I was supposed to do?" Lloyd asked his grandfather.

"You don't have to do a thing, honey," John said, dropping his boxer shorts. "Let me do everything."

"Feels nice, Grandpa," Lloyd said as he felt his grandfather's hands gently massage his back, kneading away the tension.

Up and down Lloyd's backside went his grandfather's hands, rubbing his calves and thighs while Lloyd sighed contently. When his grandfather rolled him onto his back, Lloyd's dick was hard, and that was the only part of his grandson that John did not touch as he massaged the rest of Lloyd.

The large bead of pre-cum was oozing out of Lloyd's erection when Grandpa John spread his legs and bowed his head down, bringing his tongue along the under side of Lloyd's arching prong while cradling the stiff dick in his hand.

Up and down went John's tongue, running along the straining stretched skin at the base of his grandson's dick and right up to the cleft of his glans, over and over again while Lloyd squirmed and his cock drooled.

John heard his grandson cry out softly, and then felt the surge of semen an instant before Lloyd's cock erupted, sending a geyser of cum up into the air and splattering all over Lloyd's chest and stomach.

"A little more relaxed now, Lloyd?" his grandfather asked as Lloyd's dick shriveled in his palm, and then John was rolling his grandson onto his stomach again.

I have to get you ready first," John explained as he lifted Lloyd's backside up, positioning his grandson so that he was on his knees.

Lloyd's pale bubble butt was raised high, and when his grandfather spread those plump cheeks he took a deep breath when he saw the tiny pinkish ring - an anus that looked so pure and fresh that John actually was beginning to feel guilty for a moment.

"Oh!" Lloyd cried out when he felt his grandfather's finger rubbing the tender opening.

"Just relax," Lloyd reminded his grandson as he toyed with the hairless orifice. "This is going to take a while. How does this feel?"

"Nice," Lloyd responded, his body shivering and his voice ragged.

"How about this?" John asked as he dipped his finger inside of Lloyd.

"Okay," Lloyd said, his trembling body making his balls jiggle.

John rolled the little nut sac in his palm while sliding his finger deeper into Lloyd.

"I think you're going to like this even more," John said as he moved his face between his grandson's buttocks and ran his tongue where his finger had just been.

"What?" Lloyd gasped.

"Just relax, honey," his grandfather said in a reassuring whisper.

"Omigod," Lloyd grunted into the pillow his face was buried in as his grandfather's serpent-like tongue slid into the young lad's ass while pulling his skinny hips towards his face.

"Did you like that?" John asked after thoroughly rimming his grandson, and then he oiled his fingers up.

Lloyd was used to the lone finger, but when his grandfather slipped a second lubed digit into him, Lloyd's knees buckled but he took it willingly.

"You've got an ass that was made for this," John sighed just before moving another finger to the opening, and this time his grandson cried out when John corkscrewed the third finger inside of the vise-like opening, which was now being stretched out wide.

"You're doing great, Lloyd," John said as he began lubing up his cock, which was about as stiff as it could get. "How does this feel?"

"Hurts - a little," Lloyd whimpered.

"I know, honey," Lloyd said as he looked at the virgin ass that was now taking everything but the thumb, and after spinning most of his fist inside of his grandson a few times, could wait no longer.

John mounted Lloyd, pressing the head of his cock into the slightly gaping hole, and then pushed in. Lloyd squealed, biting into the pillow like he had been told to, as John's huge member slid into the tender opening.

"So good," John grunted as he hugged Lloyd, his cock continuing to work into Lloyd's bowels. "You like my cock in your ass?"

Lloyd didn't answer, but although John could hear his grandson sobbing he saw him nod his head.

"That's it," John said. "You're taking it like a man. You want it all, don't you?"

John looked down, stunned at how much of his cock was in Lloyd, but when he probed deeper into his grandson's rectum, there was no complaint. In and out John went, fighting the urge to cum with every thrust.

The probing got quicker and more forceful, and when John could finally hold back no longer, he pulled his cock almost completely out of Lloyd's anus and looked down as he shot his soothing load into Lloyd's gaping crater.

John eased his cock back inside of Lloyd and then slowly pulled it all the way out, staring at the golf ball-sized opening of his grandson's ravaged anus as it slowly contracted again until it was almost as it had been before, with only the semen that oozed out of the now-red ring as evidence it had been violated.

"Are you okay, honey?" John asked as he rolled his grandson onto his back, and although Lloyd's face was red and tear-stained, he was smiling.

"Yes Grandpa," Lloyd declared. "It hurt but it felt good at the same time. It really felt good when you made me cum."


"I don't know, but all of a sudden I felt all tingly, and then I was cumming, but I never touched myself. I swear."

"I believe you, honey," John said. "You're an amazing stud."

"Can we do it again?" Lloyd asked as his grandfather brushed his hair off of his forehead.

"Not tonight, Lloyd," John said with a chuckle. "I'm an old man. Tomorrow night, okay? Tomorrow night we'll do it with you facing me, so we can see each other while I fuck you."

"Okay. Uh - what you did to me at the beginning," Lloyd said. "When you put your tongue in my bottom? That really felt good."

"Glad you liked it," John said. "I liked it too."

"Uh - can I do that to you?" Lloyd asked sheepishly.

"If you want to," John said, climbing up onto his knees and straddling his grandson's head.

Lloyd watched his grandfather climb up so that he was almost sitting on his face, his balls scraping Lloyd's neck as the young man looked at the dark tan anus between his grandfather's ass cheeks.

"Oh Lloyd!" John groaned when the eager lad's tongue darted inside of him, something his wife would never do no matter how often he asked, and as Lloyd licked away, John pulled on his cock and enjoyed riding his grandson's face.


"No dear," Ellie Tillman insisted as she spoke to her daughter on the phone. "Lloyd hasn't been a problem at all. He's been a doll, and you won't believe how well he and Dad get along. They spend so much time together, and as a matter of fact Lloyd told me to tell you that you don't have to pick him up right away when you get home."

"That's fine with us too," Ellie told her daughter, who was pleased that their vacation from parenting would last after the cruise was over. "Lloyd? No, he's out with Dad. They're out working, but I'll tell him you called and that he can stay another couple of weeks. I know these calls are expensive, so we'll talk when you get back. Bye!"

After ending the call with her daughter, Ellie looked out the back window, where her husband and their grandson were clearing land. They were on the other side of the ridge, out of sight, and for a minute Ellie was tempted to walk back there and tell them that Lloyd could stay for a couple more weeks, but decided that the news could wait until they came in for dinner.

Out back, near where the abandoned railroad tracks were, John Tillman was enjoying the warmth of the sun with his grandson, laying on his back, naked, with his hard greased cock in his fist.

His smiling grandson was naked as well, and had straddled his grandfather's crotch and was slowly lowering himself onto the throbbing monolith that he loved so much. Lloyd's stiff dick was bobbing in front of him, and as he took his grandfather's cock deep into his bowels he moaned while jerking himself off.

"Let me do that," John said, reaching up and taking his grandson's cock in his hand. "It's always better when somebody else does it."

It only took a couple of pulls for Lloyd to cum, ejaculating all over his grandfather's hairy chest, and as they both laughed Lloyd began to do deep squat thrusts on his grandfather's manhood.

"I love you Grandpa," Lloyd chirped.

"I love you too, honey," he replied. "Now make your Grandpa cum good inside of you."

Mittwoch, 4. Mai 2016

Catching a big one

I enjoy fishing. No, not with a rod and reel. I like the old fashion way, with a cane pole. When I was growing up my favorite fishing place was Graham Creek located in the panhandle of Florida. The little fish camp is still there that I remembered as a boy. It consist of about a dozen home build cabins along the bank of the slow moving black water of the creek.

When I visited Graham Creek a few weeks ago, I didn't know if I would be able to rent a boat or not. It had been over ten years since my last visit and things have a way of changing. But when I arrived I saw several empty bass boats near the landing and upon asking a couple of fishermen launching their boats they told me that an old man in a near by cabin rented them out. The old guy's name was Tom Meers they told me and pointed out his cabin, which was much larger than the other cabins. It looked like someone had build on to it recently.

Although it was very early in the morning, around 5:00 A.M. and still pitch dark, I didn't hesitate to go knocking on the old man's door. Fishermen are an early rising group and I figured if he rented boats then he was used to someone knocking on his door before daylight.

As I approached the big cabin, I saw a light inside and knew that I wouldn't be waking the old man. And sure enough he came to the door immediately when I knocked. But he wasn't dressed. The tall skinny old man was wearing only a pair of red checkered boxer shorts.

The sight of the old man standing suddenly in front of me almost naked took my breath away. In an instance I took in his full head of pure white hair, his hairy gray chest, his tan less body, and long, strong hairy legs. But what really got my attention was what I saw inside the gapped open fly of his boxer shorts. A pale monster of a dick.

"I guess you want to rent a boat." The old man said in greeting. I told him yes. And he said for me to come in and have a cup of coffee. Said he didn't do anything before at least three cups of coffee.

The old man directed me to a chair at the table and poured me a mug of coffee and then set down at the head of the table, but he turned his chair sideways allowing me full view of his crotch. I could tell he wasn't in any hurry to go down to the boat landing and unlock one of the boats. And after seeing him I wasn't in any hurry either.

We chit chatted. He told me he ad bought the cabin five years ago when he retired from General Motors. I asked him how old he was and he said seventy. Then he when he got up and poured himself another mug of coffee, I saw him reached in to cabinet and pull out a bottle or rum and finish filling his mug up with rum.

"You want some?" He asked turning to me. I said yes in spite of the fact that I hate rum.

The old man brought his mug of rum laced coffee and set down again at the table and poured some rum into my coffee. Then as I sipped the rum laced coffee, I eyed his crotch.

"You married?" I asked a little later as the rum loosened me up.

"No, I the love them and leave them type." The old man boasted "And they never want to leave."

"Why's that?" I asked.

"Well, I don't want to brag but I got a big dick." The old man said. He took another drink of rum coffee. "And they all like to get fucked by my big dick." He added.

"Really?" I egged him on as my own dick began to grow and push out against the crotch of my jeans.

"Hell, yea. They love getting fucked by a dick as long and thick as mine. In Detroit I had pussy two or three times a day. But down here it's kind of hard to find. There's an old lady in the first cabin as you drive in. I fuck her occasionally. But her old pussy will not take all of me, so it's not much fun." The old man told me.

By now my dick was straining so hard against my jeans that the fabric was bulging out so much that it formed a huge bulge in the crotch of my jeans.

"You ever had it sucked?" My voice trembled as I asked the question.

"Hell, that's part of having sex. I love to eat pussy." The old man said as he finished his coffee and got up to get another cup. "You want more?" He asked.

I had a real buzz on but said "yes".

"All this talk is getting me horny." The old man said after he set back down at the table. "Guess I have to go in town to the bar and see if I can hookup with one of the local sluts. That is if I don't get so drunk I can't drive."

"Yea, all this talking about pussy is giving me a hard on." I suddenly said.

For the first time the old man seemed to look at my crotch. "Looks like you got a woman pleasure too." He committed.

"I don't think it is as big as your." I answered openly staring at the old man the gapped open fly of his boxer shorts. I reached down and rubbed my crotch. "Damn, I'm horny." I added.

"How old are you?" The old man asked?


"Well when I was your age my pecker would get rock hard like your just talking about pussy, but now that I'm seventy it take a little work to get it hard." He reached inside his boxer shorts and pulled his dick out.

I took a deep breathe. His dick was enormous even soft. I had to stop myself from reaching for the old man dick.

"You uncut like me or cut?" The old man asked.

"Uncut." I almost whispered as I watched the old man slowly pull the foreskin back until his pink, pointed dick head popped into view.

"I call it my pussy opener. Once I get my small head inside, I can pry open any pussy." The old man bragged.

And what he said made sense. Although the head of his dick was small and pointed the shaft of his dick grew thicker and thicker the closer you got to it's root. The old man dick was like a cylinder wedge. "Damn, I would like to see it hard!" I suddenly exclaimed.

The old man looked me straight in the eyes. "You ain't no queer are you?" He asked in a suddenly half-angry tone.

The tone of the question caught me totally by surprise. I hesitated.

"Well! Are you a damn queer?" He asked. But then he didn't something strange. He grabbed his enormous soft dick and began to shake it back and forth.

"Yea, I'm gay." I finally admitted.

"Gay, queer, same fucking difference." The old man said in an agitated tone. Yet, he continued to swing his old pecker back and forth. "I hate fucking queers." He added angrily.

I guess I should have gotten up and left but I didn't. I just set there staring at the old man as he swung his huge, growing pecker back and forth.

"I should kick your ass out of here." The old man said. But he didn't make any effort get out of his chair. And he stopped swinging his half-hard pecker back and forth; instead he started jacking it slowly. "Fucking queer." He mumbled as he glanced down at his pecker. The thing had swelled into one of the thickest, longest dick I had ever seen.

I reached down a grabbed my zipper and unzipped my jean.

"Hell, no you don't. I ain't no queer. I don't want to see your dick." The old man exclaimed.

I quickly zipped my jean back up.

"Fucking queer." The old man said out loud as he let go of his pecker. The thing stood straight up. It was so hard that it was bouncing up and down.

"Can I touch it?" I asked.

"Fucking queer." The old man mumbled again as he glanced down at his enormous dick. He made it jerk up and down without touching it.

Not knowing what to expect from the old man, I slowly reached my hand out. The old man didn't look at me. He just kept his eyes on his huge pecker.

"Fucking queer." He mumbled when I closed my fingers around the thick shaft of his dick. I started to slowly jack his dick. The old man just kept staring at my hand and his dick.

The shaft of the old man's dick was so thick than I couldn't completely reach around it. Just touching the old man's dick got me so excited that my own dick began throbbing painful inside my jeans as I slowly moved his foreskin back and forth over his small pointed dick head.

I reached my other hand inside the fly of his boxer shorts and found a set of huge balls. I grabbed them.


I let go of them immediately.

"Fucking queer." The old man mumbled between moans of pleasure as I continued to slowly jack his huge pecker.

Then still holding onto and jacking his dick, I slipped out of my chair and knelt down between the old man's legs. I half expected him to slap me as I guided my mouth to the head of his pecker. The old man didn't stop me as I took the pointed head of his dick into my mouth and started sucking on it.

But the old man did grab me behind the head and force my face against his crotch, driving his enormous pecker deeper and deeper down my throat. And as he sent his pecker deep into my throat he kept mumbling "fucking queer".

I had to fight to keep from choking! The old man's dick was too long and thick. But somehow I managed as I was determined to swallow it all. Once he saw that I could take his entire dick, the old man started fucking my mouth as though it was a pussy.

As he mouth fucked me I reached down with my hands and rubbed his hairy legs. The feel of my hands running over the thick hair on his leg excited me almost as much as sucking his dick.

I wanted desperately to kiss the old man. I want to make love to him. But he just kept brutally fucking my mouth in such a manner that I knew he would never let me kiss him much less make love to him.

Then suddenly I tasted cum! The old man cried out. His body started shaking as cum gushed into my mouth. I have swallowed many a load of cum, but damn if the old man's wasn't one of the biggest.

Suddenly the old man shoved me back so hard that I almost fell backwards. I glanced up at the old man. He was stuffing his still enormous pecker back into his boxer shorts. I got up and set in my chair at the tale.

"Want some more coffee?" The old man said as he ran his fingers nervously through his white hair.

"No thanks." I said in almost a whisper not knowing what was going to happen next.

The old man got up and poured himself another mug of coffee. When he returned to the table his big pecker was hanging halfway out of his fly but he didn't seem to notice or care. He poured some run in his mug and set down again, his huge pecker sill hanging out of his fly.

"Do you know Graham Creek very well?" He asked.

"I used to."

"I ain't been fishing for several days. I'll go along with you if you want me to and show you some of my favorite fishing holes." He said after he took a big sip of his coffee.

"That would be great." I said.

"Ok, but none of this queer business!" The old man said as he noticed me staring at his dick. He glanced down at his dick but didn't try to hide it form my view.

I nodded.

"Go on down to the landing and I'll be there as soon as I get dressed." He told me.

"Thanks." I said and got up and walked away.

As I closed the kitchen door behind me I hear the old man say. "Fucking queer."