Date: Mon, 25 Jun 2007 08:15:42 -0700 (PDT) From: Mouth Foryou Subject: Granddads Cum Hungry Boy: Part One *Standard disclaimers apply. This story and its characters are fictional. It is sexual in nature, specifically intergenerational sex between males. The story has an incestuous theme. If this is offensive to you, please do not read further. If you are under legal age to read this material or you live in an area where this is illegal, please do not read further. All characters are of consenting legal age. Granddad's Cum Hungry Boy: Part One By: Mouth_foryou My name is Jason Billings and I live on a farm with my granddad and father. I am somewhat of a loner at school and I attribute that to living fifteen miles from town. I have friends, but outside of school I am pretty much alone. My granddad drives me into town each morning and after basketball practice I catch a bus which takes me within a mile of home. I walk the rest of the way. I need to be home by four o'clock each afternoon to help with the chores on the farm. One thing about farm life is that it keeps the body fit. I am 5'11 and lean with well defined teen muscles. I wear my wavy, dark brown hair longish and puberty has given me a thick patch of underarm hair and a light amount of hair across my pecs. I have a sparse treasure trail from my navel to below my belt line, where my pubic bush explodes into a sexy mass of brown cock hair. Sometimes, I can get turned-on just looking at myself in the mirror. It goes without saying that I am attracted to guys. It is something that scares me and excites me at the same time. I am always careful not to let my true feelings show. I do this mostly out of respect for my granddad and father. I love them too much to embarrass them in this small town. I learned beating off just a couple years ago. I find it hot to lay back on my bed in the afternoon after school and chores and do a slow stroking session before dinner. It is the best feeling ever to explode and it always seemed like gallons of cum volleys out of my 7-inch cock. My fantasies are always about other guys on my basketball team, but more recently I have began to think of what the coach and some of the other male teachers looked like naked. Their sexy mature bodies heightened by lust. I would wonder, if they were hairy or smooth or how big their cock was or even what their cum tasted like. My fantasies are so vivid it sometimes is hard to concentrate in class. Mostly I couldn't wait to be choking the chicken in my room alone thinking of how Mr. Robins, my English teacher or Mr. Flinch, my basketball coach looked in class. Often, I wonder if they can read my mind and what they might think. Outside I am always cool and calm; inside my body I am going nuts with lust. I remember the day my sex life changed forever. It was one of those little events in life that you would never suspect would have any significance. But this one did. I was at home alone in my room beating off, thinking of older men stroking their big cocks with me and wondering what their cum tasted like, when a saw a large drop of precum ooze from the tip of my dick. It gently hung there as I slowly stroked. I'm not sure exactly what I thought or if I was just in a state of lust, but scooped the drop up with my index finger and smeared it against my tongue. It had a nice, slick, and sweet taste to it. I liked it; and I did the same with the next few drops. I found eating my precum so exciting I shot a huge load across my chest. As I lay there out of breath, I thought, if precum tastes so good I wonder how cum tastes? So, I began eating my own cum. I immediately liked the salty, spunky flavor. It was by far more pungent than my precum, but a wonderful taste no less. I was immediately hooked on the taste of my own cum. This became one of my masturbation rituals, shooting a load and then eating it. This went on for several weeks, until one day after licking my fingers of a particularly large load of boy cum I notice my bedroom door was ajar. This upset me. I am always careful to close my door when I beat off. I immediately got dressed and went down stairs. I was surprised to see my granddad in the kitchen starting dinner. "Jason, your father will be home in about an hour, why don't you help me with dinner. Grab those green beans and get them ready for boiling." "Sure, grandpa," I said. "How many you think we need done?" "All of them. We can save what we don't eat for tomorrow. Besides you're probably very hungry after practice and all." Granddad was standing at the kitchen sink with his back to me, washing potatoes. As he was busying himself with dinner, I notice how handsome he was. He was 6ft tall with wavy gray hair that he combed straight back. His face was warm with a golden tan from his years working the farm. He had several deep lines across his brow and around his eyes. He also had a smile that could melt the winter snow and I loved him like no other person because he raised me up from the time my parents broke-up. Although, my father lived with us and I loved him too, he was always away at work in the city or out in the fields helping on some farm project. It was my granddad who drove me to school and helped me with my homework and taught me lessons of life. It was my granddad who was always there for me. My mind was still thinking about my bedroom door being ajar. Did granddad see me beating off? Did he see me eat my own jizz? How embarrassing is that? He was the only one who could have opened it. It was like listening for the bomb to drop. I was waiting for granddad to say something, hoping to get it over with. But nothing was said. Granddad asked me about school and basketball practice. He told me that the farmhands had finished the top ten acres early, so he let them have some time off. All the time nothing was said and I began to relax. Maybe I left the door opened. I was just too eager to play with myself and forgot to close it tightly. The evening was like all the rest. My father came home and we ate dinner. He told us about his day at work. He asked me how school was. Nothing was out of the normal. I felt good, calm and happy. I helped Granddad cleanup the dishes and we all watched the television until about 9 o'clock, when my father announced that he was going to bed. It was the usual "long day with too much work" signoff for him. Granddad and I laughed that he'd be sawing logs in 10 minutes. About an hour after my father retired upstairs, my granddad turned off the television and turned towards me on the couch. For the longest time he just looked at me. Finally, I look directly at him and said, "what?" Granddad, smiled and said, "You know I came home early this afternoon and well..." Oh god, here it comes I thought to myself. The panic in me began to rise again. He came home early and caught me. "Well," he continued, "I came home early and was looking for you and I just wanted to apologize. I know you're growing up and you need your privacy and I should have knocked, but I'm so use to you being a little boy. Anyway I wanted to apologize and will always knock in the future." "Oh, grandpa, I'm so embarrassed." "Why are you embarrassed? Don't be. It's very natural for a boy to learn about his body. Men and boys masturbate; it's as normal as the sunrise. I just want to respect your privacy." "Thank you," I sighed. My granddad is so cool, I thought. I was expecting a lecture on the evils of playing with myself and he just told me it was normal. I think my granddad saw the relief in my face. It was going to be okay after all, but then granddad, went on to say that he felt a bit ashamed. "Ashamed? Why would you be ashamed, grandpa?" "Well, Jason to be truthful, I think I watched you a bit longer than I should have. I was so proud that you are growing up, you're becoming a man. And well I just stayed watching." "You, uh, watched me?" "Yes, I just wanted to be truthful here. Again, I'm sorry. I should have knocked and I should have left immediately" In a low voice I asked "How long did you watch me for?" I was already feeling the blood flow to my face. I ate my cum. Is it normal for a boy or a man to eat his own cum? Again, granddad just smiled at me. We both knew and I sensed that he wanted to talk about it. I just didn't know what to say. Here was this man I admired and loved so much and he was just smiling. If I didn't know him so well, I'd have thought he'd start laughing. But he didn't instead, he grew serious and said, "Every guy tastes it, Jas." I almost fell over. "My concern is," he went on to say, "that you did more than just taste it. You seemed to savor it. I got the distinct impression it wasn't your first time tasting yourself." I was so at a loss for words. I just hung my head down. Granddad, moved closer to me and pulled my chin up with his finger, and said "Jas, do you regularly eat your cum?" I looked into his eyes and quietly said, "Yes." "Then I guess that means you like it," granddad stated. There it was. My dirty secret was out. I knew my granddad would think less of me. He would think I was some freak of nature or worse. He might realize not only did I enjoy eating my cum, but I was attracted to other guys and that I wanted to eat their cum as well. "Well, that's more than I need to know, Jas. But glad you were honest with your feelings. Your sexuality is your own and how you explore it is your own personal journey. If you have any questions about anything, I don't mind you asking me. I'm always here for you, son." With that my granddad stood up and stretched and said good night and headed off to bed. I sat on the couch and just thought about how I felt. My mind raced with questions, but these weren't the kind of questions one asks their grandfather. Or were they? Granddad said I could ask him anything. The more I sat there and contemplated the more confused I became. I felt like I did know who I was anymore. I felt someone else knew me more than I knew myself. And that person was granddad. I decided I needed to talk to him more. I did have more questions. Why did I enjoy eating cum? Why did I think about the guys as school? Why did I tingle with excitement to see a man's cock? My granddad's bedroom was on the first floor of the farmhouse at the back of the house. It was the smallest room in the house, but granddad liked it best because it had its own bathroom and was far from the other bedrooms. He said it gave everyone peace from an old man's snoring. I didn't think of any of this as I walked down the hall in my agitated state. I was a teenager with a purpose. I was going to ask all my questions and if granddad hated me afterwards, I wasn't sure what I would do. As I approached granddad's bedroom I saw that the door was slightly ajar and the light shone from within the room. I took a deep breath and when I knocked on the door, the force of my knock pushed it wide open and that's when I saw my granddad jump naked from atop the bed and grab for his robe. During the moments it took for him to put his robe on, I noticed his rock hard cock standing proud above two sizeable balls. His thick mat of white pubic hair beautifully framed the large thick shaft and glistening, purple plum shaped head of his cock. I was mesmerized and I thought to myself, "Shit, my grandpa, I'm seeing my grandpa's hard cock. Oh damn, it must be a solid eight inches and as thick as my wrist." It was then I realized I was staring and came to my senses and said, "Grandpa, I'm sorry. I knocked, but the door just opened on its own." Granddad looked out of breath and his hair was disheveled. He said on the bed and told me not to worry. I just surprised him. The he smiled that killer smile and said, "I guess its only fair you should catch me. It I was just so caught up in what I saw you doing this afternoon and our conversation before bed, well I just needed some relief." "Grandpa, you beat off?" "Well, of course I do. All men do. If we didn't we'd explode. Now what was so hell fired important that you had to come knocking at midnight?" "Oh grandpa, I don't know how or where to start. I am so confused." "Confused? Confused about what, son?" "Sex, grandpa. I'm confused about sex." Granddad look into my face and was very serious, "You're young, Jas. It's okay to be confused about sex. Your body has spent the last couple of years going thorough puberty. It's natural to be confused. But one day you'll find that sex is the best thing that was ever invented. And then nothing will stop you from getting it." "That's not why I'm so confused. I just don't understand why..." "Why you like to eat your own cum?" Granddad said as he fluffed his pillow against the headboard and lay prone atop the bed. He patted the side of the bed next to him as an invitation for me to lie next to him. I did and said, "Yes, grandpa. I don't understand why I like to eat my cum." Then granddad surprised me and asked, "Well, do you think you'd like to eat another guy's cum?" I was shocked he would ask. I had thought about what it would be like, but never thought I'd cross that line. I looked at granddad and told him, "I don't know. I don't know what that would mean. I mean, I've thought about it, but I don't think I could do it." With that statement out in the open, granddad laughed and must my hair. He said to me, "Tell you what. Why don't we both just lay here and beat off. I am so horned up by all this talk that I just have to get myself off. If you don't want to join me, then you can leave and we'll finish up this conversation in the morning." With that granddad opened his robe and began to fondle his now flaccid cock. It was a marvel to look at. It was thick and fleshy. It was four inches soft and at least three or four inches around. As it began to get hard granddad said, "Well, boy, are you going to join me or leave. I'm not putting on a show here. I'm getting down to do some heavy unloading." Damn, I thought, will this confusion never end? Should I stay, should I go, I needed to decide? I could lose this opportunity, so I began to unbuckle my belt. "Good boy, Jas," I heard from behind me. "Close the door while you're up." When I returned to the bed, I had removed all my clothes. Granddad commented on how big and hard my cock was. He said, "Some day that'll be a real pussy pleaser." I just smiled and lay next to granddad and watched him as he stroked his dick. I was so excited, stroking myself along with his stroking rhythm. My eyes never left his cock. "You like watching your grandpa's cock, don't you, son?" I just nodded my ascent. It was so beautiful and I think I even licked my lips when I saw a large drop of precum emerge from the piss slit and roll its way down the head and shaft. Now fully erect granddad's cock looked huge. When soft, granddad's cock had a sexy, playfulness about it, but fully hard it was an angry, red pulsating power of manhood. Watching granddad slowly stroke, I knew that his cock was boss. I knew it could control me. I knew I wanted it to. "Let me see you shoot, son. I'm so close. I want to see you shoot." With that I started to speed up my tempo. I let my hand fly up and down my shaft. My eyes never left the sight of granddad's engorged flesh. I could smell the scent of my granddad's sex. I could feel the heat of his body next to me. I was so turned-on. Here I was with granddad, showing him how I pleasure myself. Here I was with granddad and he was doing the same. I was so close to cumming. I felt it building from my belly to my nut sack. It was too much. I couldn't hold off. "Let it fly, son. Show me your spunk," granddad encouraged. That was it. I went over the line and I began to shoot. Gobs of thick, white cum flew out of me and hit my chin, then my chest. Seven volleys of hot, delicious cum spewed forth and it felt so great. "Whew, that was one hot sight, son. You really shoot a big load. Look at all that cum." Granddad said as his finger collected cum that hit my chin. Granddad smiled at me and smeared his cum finger across my lips. "Let me see you eat your cum, Jas. Show grandpa, how much you love to eat come." How could I resist? I let my fingers collect the cooling jizz and began to lick the sticky goo. I savor the taste I've come to know so well. Granddad resumed stroking his hard, angry cock. Every now and then he'd moan his encouragement for me to continue "lick that spunk." The more emphasis I put into loving the taste of my own cum, the hotter granddad got. Finally, granddad yelled, "That... is... it! That's got my nut!" I watched his piss slit open wider and his cock head expand to a darker red and just erupt. White molten lava spewed from this sexy man's meat. Granddad's breathing was labored as each shot of cum landed on his chest and belly. There, before my eyes, were thick ropes of my granddad's essence along with the pungent scent of his sex. I felt so good as I lay my head on granddad's shoulder. "Woo, boy. That was one of the best orgasms I've had in quite a while, son," granddad said as he kissed my hair. He went to say, "There it is, boy. There's your opportunity to taste another man's cum. It's you call." It was as, if he had read my mind. As I looked down his cum covered torso and his softening, leaking penis I was wondering just that. I wonder what it tasted like. "Go ahead, if you want," were more words of encouragement. "It's just the two of us. No one else will know and it will end that curiosity that's causing you so much confusion. Go ahead, if you want it. I won't offer it again." With that said, I looked up into granddad's eyes and he smiled and I knew I wanted to. I reached down to his chest and gently took some of his cum onto two fingers. I raised it to my nose first to inhale the full smell and than smeared my two fingers across my tongue and closed my mouth. It was good. It was different than my own taste. It had a stronger, saltier taste. It tasted sexy and mature. I reached down for more. At this granddad laughed, "I guess that means your like the taste of your grandpa's cum?" "I do grandpa, I do love your cum. It tastes so, so... good," I sighed as I continued to scoop and eat the remaining spunk from his chest and stomach until it was all finished. Granddad used his index finger to collect the remaining cum from his cock head and piss slit and offered it up to my mouth and I licked granddad's finger clean. "That's sweet," he said. "You really are a cum hungry boy. I love that you love to eat my spunk. But now you had better head up to your room. Your dad will be up in a few hours and wonder where you are." I slowly put on my clothes as I watched granddad roll over to settle back to sleep. His last words to me that night were, "Grandpa needs to rest now, Jason, and recharge his body, then we can have more sexy fun." It thrilled me to think this wasn't going to be a one-time event. Granddad and I didn't get together again for a few days. I wasn't worried. At first I was, thinking that maybe he had a change of heart. That maybe he felt we had done something wrong. But that wasn't the case. The afternoon following our masturbation session, we talked about the need to be discreet and he told me that he loved what we had done. He also wanted to make sure I was okay with it too. I told him I was more than okay with it. I said it was the best and he was the best. During the next month Granddad and I got sexually close a total of six times. Each time was very much the same as the first. Granddad and I would masturbate together and I would eat his cum. After I complained that I couldn't get all his cum from his hairy chest, granddad got into the habit of shooting his load into the palm of his hand and feeding it to me himself. He said, it was a way to make sure his cum hungry boy got it all. And this did keep me happy. "Grandpa? How come your spunk tastes so much different than mine?" I asked after one of our sessions. Granddad looked at me and said, "All men have there own taste, son. I guess it depends on what they eat and how there body processes it into sperm. I guess it also has to do with age. Why do you ask?" "I was just curious," I said. "I like to eat cum and was just wondering." "Well, you know there is another way to get a different taste?" "How's that grandpa?" Granddad really got my curiosity up with that. He just smiled and said; "You know how some foods taste better cold and some foods taste better hot?" "Yes." "Well, I imagine that cum is the kind of food that would taste better hot. But your old grandpa is tired and that young man, is a lesson for another day," he said, as a matter of fact and I dressed to head up to my own room. But the seed was planted and I wondered, "How do you cook cum?" With the start of summer and no school, granddad and I spent most of our day in the fields. The work was hot, sweaty and hard. The thing about hard work and lots of sunlight was that it made me horny. During the day I was secretly checking out all the guys working on the farm. After granddad told me that all guys taste differently, I would try to imagine what all the cocks looked and tasted like. If it weren't for the possibility of time with granddad in the evening I would have gone crazy. Many times after a long day of work granddad was "recharging," but other times he was as horny as I was; and we'd spend our very late evenings after dad when to sleep masturbating together. It wasn't much fun masturbating alone anymore. It was so much better with someone. Also, there was eating someone else's cum. I had gotten to the point when I wasn't so interested in eating my own anymore. I loved to eat my granddad's cum more. I never told him this because he always seemed to get off seeing me eat my own. One warm evening after a particularly easy workday, granddad informed me that my dad would be staying in town for the night. "Your dad says he has an important meeting in the morning. More like he found a lady friend, if you ask me," he said with a chuckle. "You think so?" I said with a trace of jealousy. I didn't like it when my dad dated. Sometimes he seemed stupid. The women seemed to make his mind go to jello. Granddad noticed my annoyance. "Don't worry, tiger. You know a man needs to unload. He has to have his fun too. Besides, this will give us the opportunity to sleep together for the night." Granddad said this with a smile and a wink. And I realized this would be a great opportunity to be with granddad all night. After dinner was done and the kitchen cleaned. Granddad stretched and said, "how about you and I retire to my bedroom?" I was up in a flash and down the hall to my granddad's room in seconds. "Excited are we?" Granddad laughed. "I think I need a shower first, Jas." No you don't granddad. I like the way you smell. This raised an eyebrow from granddad. "Well, I thought maybe tonight we'd make if a special evening. But if you prefer me natural..." Granddad removed his shirt and tossed it on the chair. He lifted his left arm over his head and said to me, "to be sure, why don't you take a sniff and tell me if you can stand this?" I got up close to granddad and let my nose take in the scent of his armpit. It was a strong smell of a man and it had a surprising affect on my dick. I shot an instant boner and took another sniff and told granddad, "You smell good, grandpa. Your smell makes me very horny. Look it's made me hard." With that I pulled down my pants to show granddad how erect I had become just smelling him. "Well, then this will be a special evening, son. It's become obvious over the past few weeks that you are a boy who enjoys the company of men. Tonight, you will learn some new things and if you enjoy what you've learn then we will talk about your future as a man." And with that granddad removed all his clothes then leaned forward and kissed me on the forehead. We positioned ourselves on his big bed as we usually do for one of our grand masturbation sessions. But this time granddad said, "Sweet boy, why don't you be the one to make me hard?" I looked at him not quite understanding what he meant and he continued, "take my cock in your hand and play with it." He smiled and I smiled and said, "Really?" "If you're curious to touch me, go for it, son." With that I reach over and took granddad's large fleshy cock into my hand. I softly ran my fingers over the shaft and positioned the limp meat upward in my fist. It immediately began to plump up. I scooted my body closer to granddad and lay on my side as I stroked him to his full magnificence. I let my hand softly caress his cock head and ran my first finger down the piss slit. I was in heaven. Granddad moan and hissed, "Yes, sweet boy, that's where my cum shoots from. You like that don't you? You like to eat my cum." "Grandpa, your cock is beautiful. It's so big and hard in my hand. I love the way it feels. I love the weight of it in my hand." "Son, why don't you get a closer look at it? Climb down closer to my legs and really examine grandpa's cock. It likes the way you touch it. You're making me feel good." I slid down the bed so my face was closer to granddad's manhood. It was already excited and red with lust. Granddad spread his thighs wide and let me climb over his leg. His leg hairs tickled my cock as I slid between his open legs. I continued to stroke his hard meat and gently cupped his balls with my free hand. This elicited a grown from above. "Yes, play with my balls. Feel how heavy they are. They are full of cum, son. Cum that's all for you." Granddad was very turned on. It must have been ages since someone touched him this way. I was so happy I was the one doing it. As I moved my face closer to his crotch the first thing that hit me was his manly scent. It was a dank, heavy musk of a smell that electrified my senses. Granddad's scent was so intoxicating. It made me want to be close to him forever. This was the smell of a man, I thought. The smell was so stimulating I savored each breath and each time I inhaled my cock grew harder. "Remember I told you that hot cum might taste different, maybe even better, Jas?" "Yes, I do, grandpa." "It comes hot from the source, Jas. It's okay if you want to try." My sexually agitated mind was on overload. Granddad was giving me permission to suck his cock! It's what I've fantasized about for months. He wants me to. It's only the two of us. I love him. I've tasted his come. Nothing could be wrong with me earning it, drawing it from the source. I want him to feel so good. I want to please this man. I want him to know my love has no bounds. I want to suck my grandfather's cock! As the revelation of my desire rushed over my entire body, a pearl of clear liquid formed at the tip of granddad's cock. It was growing larger with each slow stroke of my hand against his shaft. The droplet drew me to the tip of this pulsing cock. My tongue instinctively ran along my granddad's piss slit as I collected my reward. I opened my mouth wide and brought the cock into my mouth, running my tongue across the meaty head. Granddad moaned above me, "Yes, yes, yessss. Suck my cock, Jas. Suck your grandpa's cock. It's been so long... too long. Go slowly, son... slowly. I don't want to cum too soon. Make it last. We have all night. It feels so good, so good. Use your instincts, boy and work that dick for your reward." I went slowly at first, sucking the head and rolling my tongue along the ridge, then underneath. I took the cock down to the back of my throat and came back up. I wasn't sure what I was doing, but was encouraged by granddad's moans of pleasure. Granddad's cock was engorged and leaking his sweet juice. I increased my tempo, plunging over and over again onto the male hardness. Each thrust touched the back of my throat inducing a gag reflex. I could tell he had more cock to give me, but I wasn't sure how to take his massive organ deeper. I knew granddad liked the way I was working the portion of his dick I could take. After trying for fifteen minutes to swallow granddad's cock down to the base and realizing my desire to feel his soft pubic hair against my lips, granddad ask me to slow it down. "Jas, you've got me so hot. I want this to last. We need to slow down. I don't want to cum yet." "But I want you to feel good, Grandpa!" "Oh, son, you are making me feel good. You're a natural at sucking cock. You definitely give 110%. You know exactly how to please me. But why don't you just concentrate on my balls, shaft and head for awhile. Let me cool down. And don't worry, boy. I have every confidence that with more practice you'll get it all down your throat. You're made for this." Granddad's encouragement filled me with pride, knowing that he loved my first time experiencing his cock. I slowly let my tongue lick around his cock head and down his shaft and gently kissed and sucked his hairy balls. One thing that I found so enjoyable being between granddad's legs was his scent was strongest below his balls. I lapped a the eggs and granddad was more than willing to scoot up enough for me to kiss and suck behind his balls. Again the smell from granddad's crotch was electrifying. I gave me sexy thoughts. I make me desire to please this man. I slowly guided my tongue and lips over granddad's balls again and up the veiny shaft and let my tongue dance over his sensitive piss slit. I was rewarded with more of granddad's cock juice. I looked up granddad's torso and kissed the head of his cock. He smiled back at me and touched his finger to my mouth. "Let's play follow the finger," he said. "Everywhere my finger goes I want you to follow with your lips and tongue." Granddad slowly traced his finger around the ridge of his cock head and slowly down his shaft. I followed with my mouth. His finger continued to move through his pubic hair above his manhood. I continued to follow, allowing my tongue, lips and nose to feel, taste and smell the man. He moved along the line between his pubic region and his navel and ran his fingertip into his belly button. My lips kissed and my tongue wildly dove into the navel as if there was buried treasure there. Granddad whispered, "Yes, kiss my belly, child. Learn how to love a man's body." Granddad's finger continued upward into his chest hair and around each nipple, then to his neck and chin. He finally rested his finger on his lips and when I moved my mouth and tongue to his lips, he pulled me into a kiss. A kiss like no other kiss, I've ever had. Our tongues insanely explored each other's mouth. The heat from that one kiss ignited a passion in me that I realized was the essences of sexual love. I had always loved my granddad, but now the love was beyond love I could ever know. I was now his lover. Granddad gently lifted me in his strong arms and rolled me over so that he was on top of me. We smiled and kissed deeply again. A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes and he told me, "a real man needs to be on top of his partner during sex." Again we kissed long and deeply. The kiss was so sexy that I involuntarily sighed when it broke off. Then granddad positioned his body so that he was straddling my face. His cock had gone soft and he lowered his balls onto my face and began to lightly rub his balls from my forehead to chin and back again. With each pass I tried to lick his balls, but he told me not to lick. "Just feel my balls caress your face. Feel them, smell them, and love them." "Worship the balls," he ordered. "They hold the cum you desire. When you're with a man never neglect these for without them you would have no cum... and we both now know that you are hungry for cum! Tonight you will taste cum straight from my cock. Tonight you are a cocksucker." Granddad was right. I wanted cum. I wanted his cum. I wanted to be his cocksucker. Granddad let his balls rest over my eyes. He let his ball hairs tickle my cheeks. He made me inhale deeply each time his balls were at my nose. Then he slowly ran his cock head over my lips. "Get me hard again, boy! It's time for your feeding!" I eagerly wrapped my lips over his soft cock and began to lick and suck it to life again. Once granddad's cock was fully hard, he pulled the pillow and my head up against the headboard of the bed. From this position he aimed his rock hard cock towards my awaiting open mouth. The angle was just right for granddad to "vigorously fuck my face," he exclaimed, "keep your teeth covered with your lips, boy! No scratching!" Granddad proceeded to push his cock head to the back of my throat and pull it back to my lip covered teeth. It was a slow methodical in and out stroke. On the down stroke granddad's large balls would hit my chin and on the up stroke his bulbous cock head would ooze precum across my tongue. The sensations were so exciting; I grabbed my hard cock and began to beat my dick to the rhythm of granddad's thrusts. He began to increase the rhythm and changed his thrusts from long strokes to short jabs. The more vigorous the face fucking became the harder it was for me to breath. I became dizzy from the wonderful fucking feeling and lack of air. When I was able to take in a breath the smell of cock, sweat and sex drove me over the edge. My cock began to tingle and pulse and I spewed my hot load upward. It was then that granddad hit his climax. His cock head expanded within my mouth and he screamed, "you got it, you got it, Jas! I'm cumming... cum...ing! There it is! There it is! Grandpa's shooting cum into your hot, sucking mouth. Eat it! Eat my spunk, cock sucker!" I felt the first hot shot of cum hit the back of my throat as granddad's thrust retreated. The second shot came to me with granddad's forward thrust back into my mouth, shoving hot cum to the back of my throat. Each thrust and pulse of granddad's cock began to fill my mouth with his warm, liquid essence. Granddad's cum tasted so much better directly from his dick. I was high on sex. The smell, the flavors, and the knowing that I was getting granddad off were the best sensations in the world. As granddad's jabs in my mouth slowed and finally stopped, between labored breaths he said, "swallow my love, you worked hard for this load!" I did as granddad asked and began to swallow with his cock still wedged in my mouth. The swallowing pulled his softening cock back towards my throat and caused me to milk more of his jism from his dick. As soon as I had swallowed all traces of cum in my mouth, granddad slowly pulled his soft cock from between my lips. And fell back on to the bed with his eyes closed. "You know how to suck cock, Jason," he whispered. You have a god given talent for making cock feel so, so good." I guess when granddad opened his eyes a bit, he saw some of his cum which had leaked out of my mouth and down my chin. He scooped the remaining cum with his finger and brought it up to my mouth and I quickly licked it from his finger. Granddad laughed and said, "I need to rest, Jas. While I sleep, why don't you clean me up down there," pointing to his cock with his chin. I was more than willing and while granddad fell into a soft snore, I licked his entire crotch until I could no longer taste any of his cum. Then, pulling the blanket up over us, I snuggled into granddad's chest and fell into a peaceful sleep.