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."

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