Date: Thu, 3 Nov 2022 17:31:07 -0400 From: Rod Rey Subject: A Little Mouth for Big Grandpa My bedroom door opened and closed with a low creak. I lay in bed naked under the covers, still feeling warm after the heater had turned off until the next cycle. Even though it was dark in here, I knew it was my young grandson, Toby, sneaking inside my room. Who else could it be? My divorced son, Richie, snored from right next to my room, deep in his own dream bubble. Being a widowed grandfather in retirement, I had no one else living with me. Toby currently stayed the night more often than usual after his mother had started her new job that kept her busier than ever. Sometimes, despite being a barely legal twink in high school, he slept in my bed whenever he felt lonely in the dark—Richie complained he was too old for that—but nothing inappropriate ever happened between us. It was just sleeping, and only between the two of us. Given his personal struggles with being gay, which Richie and Toby's mother had no clue about, I didn't have the heart to reject a broken boy in need, especially one whose secret life I could relate to living. As Toby lifted the sheets and crawled inside, an arousing confusion took over my thoughts, erecting my cock with no effort. To my shock, he put his little mouth on me as if sucking a lollipop, soft and warm with the power to shiver my spine with early excitement. This was incest, considered very wrong by most people, yet it didn't matter to my filthy mind—apparently, neither to his. I wasn't exactly a monster down there, but my seven-incher was quite fat. Because Toby took every inch in his mouth, I wasn't sure if he had done this before to justify his impressive performance for a young twink his age. He was quite skilled, since no innocent virgin would ever know how to please anyone naturally, let alone an older man. There wasn't any reluctance on his part. His small and skinny body fit perfectly in between my big, long legs. My young grandson, willfully committing incest with his own grandpa. What had gotten into Toby? Why was he doing this to me? Had my secret attraction to him been obvious all along? Why couldn't I stop him? Oh, but this feeling, his little mouth on my big granddaddy cock. He really was doing this to me; I just couldn't believe it. I was the old fart he often called me, even though it was all in jest. I was too tall for little twinks, I had a typical (grand)dad bod with moderate body hair, my thinning hair was fully gray, my big cock still wasn't as huge as a typical porn star's, and I wasn't rich (even though my name was Rich). Simply put, I was Toby's grandfather, and I looked it. I might as well have been Santa Claus these days since I had the belly, beard, and glasses for it. Yet here he was, this young and curious twink willing to please me for whatever reasons that plagued his mind, offering a little mouth for big grandpa. Toby was a dirty little schoolboy, using me for his own pleasure and incestuous desires, but I was a dirty old man for allowing it to happen for the same reason. But, seriously, how could he be so bold? He must have sensed my attraction somehow, even though I'd tried my hardest to be subtle about it. I played with Toby's short hair while he continued bobbing his head over my cock. Due to the colder-than-normal temperature outside from being way up north, the heater kicked in again after only a short time off. However, we created our own warmth through the power of our naked bodies. I didn't have to see a thing in the dark to know he was bobbing his head as he sucked me, sounding hungry for me. The more he used his mouth with the kind of devotion I had never known he'd had, the closer I was to my release. I couldn't believe I was finally having sex again after what felt like a drought. Given my exclusive attraction to small twinks, I was quite picky, hence the reason I'd been voluntarily celibate for a long time. Sure, there were loads of gay mobile apps these days, but the annoying twinks on there were obsessed with both money and cocks bigger than mine, and they could hardly hold a meaningful conversation, what with replying with short answers every so many minutes. Tonight changed everything for me, though. Maybe it was wrong; maybe it wasn't. It didn't seem to matter anymore if Toby truly wanted to take care of my needs to fulfill both our forbidden desires. This was much better than porn; this was real incest. Toby sounded hungrier now, his devoted mouth refusing to stop as if expecting my first load inside. Just mere seconds later, I could no longer control the urge to erupt, and hard breaths came out of me as Toby worked his slobbery mouth with so much dedication. His carnal desire matched mine as if connecting by nature. I could even hear tiny moans coming from him, solidifying his enjoyment while triggering more of my arousal. More hard breaths coming out of me, along with a deep moan. Finally, I pulled out of Toby's mouth because it would be rude to assume a young twink would want to swallow an old man's cum, much less his grandpa's. I started stroking my erect cock, taking over now. I wasn't sure where I would come. His cute face? My chest and belly? He yanked my hand away and put my cock back inside his mouth. Oh? I whispered, "But I'm close, Toby. I'm about to come." He ignored me and quickened the pace of his sucking. He must have wanted my old milk all along, and if that was the case, I'd give it to him. I didn't want to assume he couldn't handle it since he was the one who had started it in the first place. I let out a few moans, breathing harder as the intense pleasure escalated all the way to the climax. Grunting, I filled Toby's little mouth with everything I had, giving it all to him while the ecstasy paralyzed me for a moment. My heart beat faster, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head, all while releasing what felt like so much more than usual. Then again, I hadn't been this turned on in a very long time, and to be fair, we're talking about a cute little twink here who conveniently happens to be my grandson. Toby managed to swallow every drop because I didn't feel any of my cum dripping down the shaft of my still-hard cock. However, I suddenly felt something wet just by my leg. Had he come, too? Apparently so. Spent, I gasped for air. The older I got, the more energy that sex took out of me. I wasn't young anymore, yet somehow, I kind of felt so in a way. A schoolboy was able to make me feel like this, and now, I was confused all over again. Why had this happened? It wasn't that I regretted this incestuous experience out of nowhere, but rather, I wanted to know what had compelled Toby to seduce me. He wanted an old, fat man like me—his own grandpa, no less. That wasn't normal, and I couldn't understand why he had been so horny for me. In a rush, he jumped out of bed and left my room without a word. Maybe he had regrets; maybe he didn't. Whatever the case was, he had clearly wanted to do this. He had to have planned it. So, why stop him? We both might as well get some fun out of it. I admit I was quite taken by Toby, my young grandson. Now, the question was, would it ever happen again? Probably not, but an old fart can hope. ---------- https://rodreywriter.wordpress.com (c)2022, Rod Rey. A.R.R. Please donate to Nifty!