Date: Tue, 13 Jun 2023 20:42:21 -0400
From: Ted Davidson <teddavidsonwriter@gmail.com>
Subject: Grandpa's Farm

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Grandpa's Farm


This was total bullshit, sure, my first year of college didn't go as
planned but who does my parents think they are, sending me to work like a
dog on my grandfather's farm. I had been attending college at Central
Michigan University and it was my first year. I was majoring in
communications, and for me, I just don't get it. I did well in high school
but the partying of college is just too much. Every weekend consisted of
blackout drinking followed by a frat partying to drink until I passed
out. School just wasn't important too me, but that still doesn't give them
the right to send me away for a whole summer.

I arrived back home that afternoon to my dad sitting on the porch waiting
for me, while my mom was at work.

"You know that we pay very good money for you to be going to school, David"
dad said getting up from his rocking chair.

"Yeah, I know" was the only response that I could muster up. He was right
after all, I really didn't have an excuse.

"So you know why you will be spending the summer with grandpa Frank,
right?"

"That's totally unfair, I have never worked a farm in my life! Can't I just
get a summer job at McDonald's or something?"

"What, so you can just go out with your friends on your days off and
continue to fuck around? Absolutely not, you need to learn what a real job
is, and why it is important to try hard in school." dad said still not
wavering on his decision.

"But still, a whole summer?" I said putting on my best pouty face.

"Yes, a whole summer. You are lucky that it is me that you saw first. I
have never seen your mother so upset with you, and I think it might be in
your best interest to pack your shit, and get over to the farm before she
gets home." he said, shooting a thumb over his shoulder to point to the
house.

"Yes sir." I sunk my head, and made my way to my old room to pack some
stuff for the most unpleasant summer ever know.

*

I pulled up to grandpa Frank's farm later that after noon. He owned about
fifty acres in northern Michigan. There were not too many trees to speak
of, but plenty of open fields that were flowing with rows of corn. He had a
large red barn in the back of his lot that housed most of his animals which
included about ten cows, and two horses, both male. His house was a decent
size white farm house that had a sprawling deck that wrapped around the
front of the house. He had a pretty good set up for just himself, grandma
died about two years ago, so most of the time it was just him, and the
occasional cousin that would stop by to just say hi. Grandpa Frank was
always a gentle man that stood about six foot tall. He was in great shape
for his age which was seventy six. He had bulging biceps, and a barrel
chest, probably from working a farm his whole life. When I pulled up, he
was sitting on the front porch, and appeared to be drinking an iced tea. I
hopped out of my car, and starting walking towards the massive porch.

"Hey grandpa, how are you doing?" I said, giving him a wave as I walked
towards him.

He stood from his chair, "Mike! Nice to see you, how have you been? From
what your mother told me, not so good."

"Yeah, I guess you could say that, college was just too much of a
temptation for me." I said, making my way up the white painted stairs to
the deck.

"Yeah, some of you young guys just can't s get passed that fire water huh?
Well I'll tell you what, we don't have to talk about it, just as long as
you help out with the chores around the farm, I promise that it wont be
that bad." he said, taking a sip from his tea.

"That would be nice, thank you grandpa." I said, dropping my head in a kind
of shame.

"Why don't we head inside for supper. I'm making us a pot roast from a cow
that we slaughtered last year." grandpa said, opening the screen door to
the house, and holding it for me.

"That sounds wonderful!" I said, because it did, I was starving.

*

We finished up eating around eight that night, and I helped with cleaning
up.  The roast was wonderful, and the dinner conversation with grandpa was
great, we talked about some of the family drama, and I caught him up with
what was happening in my life besides the flunking out of college.

"Thanks Mike for helping with the dishes, but I think that we should be off
to bed, chores start at five AM, so we will have to be up at four if we
want breakfast." grandpa said, putting away the last dinner plate.

"Geez, four AM?" I said with a bit of the complaining voice.

"Yup, four AM, so I suggest you head up stairs, and get some shut eye. You
will be staying in the room you used to stay in when you would come to
visit us. Be is all made for you, and there are towels in the connecting
bathroom for you to use."

"Thanks grandpa. Good night I guess." I said sarcastically.

"Good night Mike, I will be at you door to wake you up." he said slipping
the dish towel through the oven door handle to dry.

I made my way to my room that I will be staying in for the rest of the
summer, it was exactly how I remembered it. One twin bed in the middle of
the room that had a quilt that was made by my grandma draped over the
top. There were pictures that covered the wall of the whole family,
including some of my mom when she was just a little girl. The bathroom was
also the way I remember it, the best way to describe it is, think of your
grandparents bathroom, and you got it. I changed out of my clothes into
what I would be sleeping in, which was normally just a pair of boxers and
no shirt, but today I felt that boxers, and gym shorts would be more than
enough. I pulled back the quilt on the bed, and slipped under it, knowing
that sleep would not come to me for at least another hour, or two.

After about an hour of staring at the ceiling, watching the fan blades
twirl infinitely, I noticed that my mouth was drying into the Sahara. I
slid from under the quilt, and made my way down the hallway towards the
stairs. I head the familiar sound of falling water, and steam exiting a
cracked door, just before the stairs. It was cracked open about five
inches, enough for me to get a full look inside, and see a reflection on
the mirror. My grandfather was in the shower, the glass sliding door not
hiding a thing from my view. He was standing under the falling hot water,
and rinsing his hair of the shampoo, which ran down his back. He was facing
me with closed eyes, and I could see everything that he had to offer. From
his well preserved, tanned, hairless chest, down to his graying pubic hair
that surrounded his fat, meaty cock, which slumped over the biggest ball
sack that I have ever seen. My cock began to twitch at the sight of my
completely nude grandfather, his wet, naked body seemed to move in slow
motion as he washed up and down his entire body. I am not gay, I have never
thought about a man sexually, but just seeing this man, washing himself,
made my mind race with thoughts. Grandpa grabbed the shower handle, and
shut the water off.

"Shit" I said under my breath, tip toeing back to my room, hoping he would
not hear my creaking foot steps on the old wooden floors.

I made it back to the safety of my room, and slid back under the quilt. My
mind was in an absolute tail spin. Why was I feeling this way for my
grandfather? Why was I feeling this way about another man. Just the thought
of his nude, wet body that glistened under the light of the shower. His
cock that seemed to be about four inches soft, and impossibly thick, it was
just as tan as the rest of his body.  And his balls, that giant bag between
his legs looked like the perfect resting pillow for his giant cock. I
continued to run these thoughts through my head, and noticed that my cock
was starting to stiffen again, trying to rip through the fabric of my
shorts. I pulled my shorts off, hoping that it would give me some relief,
and no dice. I removed the last bit of clothing, which was my boxers, and
now my cock was hanging free under the quilt made by my dead grandma, while
I sat there thinking of my very alive nude grandpa. I coasted to sleep that
night with a cock hard enough to prevent me from rolling out of bed.

*

`Knock knock'

"Time to get up Mike, breakfast is on the table, you want any coffee?"
grandpa said, behind my cracked door.

"Sure, one cream, and one sugar please." I responded, trying to wipe the
sleep from my eyes.

"Sure thing. See you down stairs in minute." he said, walking away from the
door, and down the hallway.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed, I just noticed that I was still
nude. I landed on the floor, and made my way to the bathroom to take a
shower.

I walked downstairs to grandpa flipping some eggs in a frying pan on the
stove. Two plates were on the table, both had two strips of bacon, and a
cup of coffee sat next to it.

"How do you like your eggs?"

"Over easy please." I said, pulling out a chair, and sitting at the table.

"Well these are just right then." he walked over to my plate, and slid the
eggs on to it.

"So what's the plan for today?" I asked, starting to cut into my eggs.

"Well, I have some trees I have to trim along the back of the property, and
I thought that you could feed the animals first thing." he said, cracking
two more eggs into the pan.

"I have never fed any farm animals before though." I said taking my first
bite of eggs.

"There is really nothing to it. Just grab some of the hay next to the horse
stable, and throw it in. The food for the cows is in a pile towards the
other side of the barn. Just scoop it in front of them, and they do the
rest!" he said now putting his sunny side up eggs on his plate.  "I guess I
will give it a shot, is that all for today?" I said shoveling in another
bite of egg.

"Oh no Mike, that is just the morning chores. We have quite a bit to do
today, so lets get moving." he said shoveling in his own bite of slimy
eggs.

*

"Head on down to the barn, and get started. I'm going to hop on the
tractor, and head on back. You need anything just wave me over. I should be
done in about an hour." he said, climbing onto his big blue tractor.

"Sure thing gramps." I said, walking towards the barn.

Once inside the barn, the stench hit me like a Mac truck, the smell of
animal shit was nauseating. First thing I did was shovel some food into the
troughs for the cows, and he was right, they did the rest. I then made my
way to the horse stables, both were about chest high, and both horses sat
there lazily looking at me, clearly waiting for their food. I forked over
some hay into their stalls, and watched them eat. The one to my right was
an all black horse that reminded me Black Stallion. He just chomped away at
his hay, until he turn away so I was looking at him broadside. I looked
down and caught something massive dangling toward the ground, it was his
massive horse cock. It was nearly as long as my arm, and spotted with black
spots, with a pink background. The head on the end was about the size of my
fist, and would twitch upward every so often. The look of it was amazing,
but why was I thinking this way again? First it was the site of my
grandfathers nude body, and now it was this massive horse dick that still
seemed to be growing. My cock started to stir again, pushing against the
fly of my jeans, causing a decent amount of pain from the pressure. I could
not keep my eyes off of it while he ate, my mind began to wander, and I was
picturing me grabbing a hold of the gigantic member, and start to stroke
it. Right then I unzipped my pants, and pulled them passed my cock so that
it fell out, and was hanging there in the open. I wrapped my fingers around
my dick, and began to slowly stroke it, never taking my eyes away from the
large horse cock. My orgasm began to build, my ass cheeks clenched, and I
knew that I was near climax.

"Hey Mike! You about done in there?" grandpa hollered from the other side
of the barn.

"Yup! Just finishing up!" I hollered back, stuffing my now deflating cock,
and blue balls back into my pants.

Grandpa walked in through the door opposite from the one I came through. He
was missing his shirt, and now only had on his pants, and work boots.

"Hey, my chainsaw, whoa" grandpa stopped mid-sentence, noticing the
bouncing horse cock beneath my new black friend. "He looks like he is ready
to go."

"Oh wow, I didn't even notice." I lied.

"I haven't seen either of them chub up like that in a while, hey maybe they
have a thing for you." he laughed. "What I really came in here for was, I
gotta run into town to get a new chain for my chain saw, you wanna go?"

"Na, I think I'm going to finish feeding the animals." I said

"Alright, suit yourself. I should be back in maybe thirty minutes." grandpa
said, walking out to his truck.

I waited until I couldn't see his truck anymore going down the road, and
turned my attention back to the massive horse meat that was still standing
at full attention. Still flinching from time to time, smacking the
underside of the huge animal. I pulled out my still hard cock, and resumed
pumping. My orgasm came on strong, and without notice. My head flew back,
and I started to loudly moan, feeling my cock throb and pulse, shooting
sticky cum all over the pile of hay that stood in front of me. What was I
doing? The post nut shame swooped over me like a wet blanket. I just came
at the sight of a horse cock, could I be more of a pervert? I stuffed my
now wet cock back into my boxers, and walked out of the barn in shame.
Grandpa came back in almost exactly thirty minutes, his Ford pickup
bouncing down the dirt driveway. I sat on the large front porch, waiting
for my next set of chores.

"Wow, that was pretty quick." I said, rocking in the rocking chair that he
had made some years ago.

"Yeah, hardware store is just a few miles down the road in town. You get
the rest of those animals fed?" he said shitting the door to his truck.

"Yup they are all fed. Just awaiting new orders." I said mimicking a
private in the army, salute and all.

"Don't be a smart ass Mike. Well now that you fed them, now it's time to
take care of the other end. Go ahead and grab the shovel over there on the
side of the barn, and start scooping the shit into the wheelbarrow. That
should take up the rest of the day. I'm going to finish cutting down those
trees out back. I should be done around lunch time." grandpa said, walking
to the tractor.

"Really? Shit scooping?" I said, knowing that it was a part of the job, but
not wanting to believe it.

"Yes Mike, shit scooping. Now get on down there so we can be done before
night falls." he said starting up his tractor and taking off.

I did as I as told, and scooped the shit.  * We finished up chores that day
around six thirty, and I was starving. I now smelled like I had been
rolling around in a sewer somewhere, and knew that a shower was in order.

"Why don't you run upstairs and clean yourself up. I'm going to start
dinner." grandpa said, washing his hands in the kitchen sink.

"Yes, I need one so bad, the smell of this animal shit is starting turn my
stomach." I said heading towards the stairs.

I took a shower, making sure that ever last smell of cow shit was washed
away with the old people Dove soap that was left for me to use. My cock
still had dry remnants of cum stuck to the head, and the thought of that
horse cock came swimming back, hardening my dick. I pushed away the
thoughts, and finished up my shower, thinking maybe I could just take care
of this later, I was hungry and ready to eat.

"Good steak?" grandpa said, looking at me scarfing down the last but of
meat.

"Wonderful! I was starving." I said, with a mouth full of meat.

"That's what real work does to you." grandpa said, cutting off a piece of
steak, and forking it into his mouth.  "So what do we do tomorrow?" I
asked, hoping the shit scooping came only once a week.

"We repeat what we did today, we repeat it every day, that's why they are
called chores." he said, taking a swig of his iced tea.

"Even the shit scooping?"

"Even the shit scooping." he said, with a little smile.

We finished our meals, and I again helped with the clean up. It was closing
in on eight o'clock and I knew soon it would be bed time.

"Alright, now that that's done, why don't you head up to bed. We have
another long day ahead of us." grandpa said, wringing out the dish rag, and
setting it over the faucet to dry.

"Sir yes sir." I said, doing my Army salute again.

"What did I say about being a smart ass? No go on and get some rest." he
said closing the last cupboard.

When I got back to my room, I figured tonight that I would just sleep with
my boxers. No need for shorts if I was just going to be removing them
again. I pulled up the quilt, and laid down underneath it. My mind
immediately began to drift back to that horse cock, its length almost
scraping the ground. I pulled my boxers below my balls, and furiously began
stroking my hard cock. The pictures in my mind seemed so vivid, it was like
I was in the stable again, staring at the cock only feet away, but then
another thought came to mind. The nude body of my grandfather now came into
frame, his body soaking wet standing underneath the running hot water of
his shower. The water running down his torso, then running off the tip of
his cock in a little stream. I pumped harder, and harder, then I knew what
I wanted to do. I wanted to see the real thing. I pulled my boxers back
over my cock, pre-cum now starting to soak through the fabric, and I waited
for my grandpa to start his nightly routine.

About an hour after I halted my cock stroking, I heard what I had been
waiting for, the sound of running water coming from down the hall. I gave
it a few minutes before I made my move down the hall, just to make sure
that he was in the shower. I crept down the hall to the door that was
cracked again, steam rolling out, just as it had the night before. I peered
through the crack again, looking into the mirror, hoping to see my prize,
but he was not there. The shower was running, but my grandfather's naked
body was nowhere to be found.

"I knew I saw you in that crack last night." a familiar voice came from
behind me.

I jumped in fright, and my heart began to race, beating with hard fast
thumps. I turned to see my grandfather, nude, and arms crossed.

"Oh god, you scared me!" I said with my hand over my heart, trying to calm
it.

"So you were trying to get a free show again huh? Well not tonight pal." he
said uncrossing his arms, and grabbing my wrist. "You are coming with me
now."

His grip was immense around my wrist, he was pulling me down the hall
towards his room, which was the last door on the left. I looked down and
could see his plump ass bounce up, and down with every step, and that alone
started up my cock. He swung open the door to his room, and yanked me onto
the bed, my body rolling to the middle of his king sized bed.

"Take them off, I want to see what you are working with." he said with
authority.

"Uh what? Take what off?" I stammered, trying to take in the situation.

"The only thing you have on dummy. Those boxer." he said walking up to the
bed.

I lifted my ass, and pulled them down my legs. My cock was already at full
attention, pointing directly at the ceiling.

"Not bad, not bad at all." grandpa said wrapping his rough manly hands
around my member. "You like spying on you grandpa in the shower huh?"

"I uh, I was just..." he cut me off.

"Shut up, I know you wanted a show, don't think for a second I didn't see
you there last night." he said starting to pump my cock. "So did you like
what you saw?"

"Yes, yes I did." knowing that I could no longer lie to him, he had me.

"What part did you like?"

"You cock, your cock is so big." I said between moans of pleasure coming
from him pumping my dick.

"So you like my cock huh, well, why don't you get a closer look at it." he
crawled onto the bed, and straddled my face so that his massive balls
rested on my face, and his cock flopped down onto my chin.

I immediately opened my mouth, and tried to take in as much of his huge,
nut filled sack as I could. The taste of his musty balls drove me wild, I
tumbled each ball around in my mouth before taking it in and sucking each
one, feeling him tremble with each flick of my tongue across his bag.

"Wow, you really like my balls huh? Well why don't you get a taste of my
cock." he pivoted forward so that his face was directly over my cock, then
lift his balls away from my face, then directed his now throbbing, hard
cock into my waiting mouth, pushing it past my throat, and bouncing against
my gag reflex.

"Oh fuck your mouth is so hot, take that dick, take it all." he said
pushing it all into my throat.

He leaned his head down, and took my cock into his mouth, and started to
suck furiously. He was lifting his ass off of me, then thrusting his cock
into my mouth, my grandfather was face fucking me, while sucking my dick. I
didn't know what to think anymore, but I knew that I was loving every
moment of it. He thrust his cock down my throat about five more time before
pulling it out, and letting me get a gasp of air.

"Fuck your cock tastes so good, grandpa." I said, feeling his pre-cum start
to leak onto my lips.

"Well get another taste then." and slammed it between my waiting lips, but
pulled it all the way out after one thrust, and slid off my body, so that
he was kneeling on the bed.

"Roll over, and get on all fours." he said, spitting into his hand, and
rubbing his long, fat member.

"Wait, what are you going to do?" I said, doing as he said.

"I'm going to fuck the shit out of you Mike. Now spread your ass so I can
see your tight hole."

"But I have never been fucked before." I said, a little apprehensive.

"Don't worry, grandpa will be gentle. Now spread those cheeks."

I did as I was told, I laid my chest on the bed so that my ass was pointing
straight at him. I reached back to both cheeks, and spread my ass as wide
as I could, letting him see everything that I had to offer.

"That is a pretty hole you got there, let me warm you up a little bit." he
ran his middle finger into his mouth, soaking it in saliva. He traced his
finger up, and down my crack before stopping at my hole. I winced at the
tickle of his finger.

"Go ahead and take a deep breath."

I sucked in a lung full of air, then I felt his finger invade my impossibly
tight hole.

"Oh fuck your fingers are big" I yelped feeling the sting of pain, then the
pressure of a foreign object invading my ass.

"Don't worry, it will feel good soon. Just try to relax." he said, starting
to withdraw his finger, then quickly push it back in.

He was right, the pain quickly subsided, then a wave of pleasure came over
me. The way his finger made me feel full in my bowels made me almost beg
for his cock.

"Please fuck me, I want to feel you inside me." I moaned, my face now
plastered to another quilt that my grandmother had made.

"You think you are ready? Well, alright." he quickly pulled his finger from
my ass which made me yelp.

I could tell that he was shuffling in the bed towards my pulled open,
waiting hole.

"I'm going to go slow now, let me know if it's too much." he was now
pressing the tip against my entrance.

"Please, just fuck me." I begged.

He began to push at my resisting ass until it could resist no more. The
head on his massive cock slid through my opening, and was now pushing
deeper into me.

"Oh fuck, fuck that thing is huge, it feels so fucking good." I screamed in
pleasure.

I felt his hips dig into my spread ass, and knew that he was fully inside
me, filling everything that it could. He pulled back, and began sliding his
cock out of me, before slamming it right back in, shaking the bed.

"Yes, fuck me, fuck me harder." I screamed back to him.

He did not waste any time after that, my grandpa started power fucking my
virgin hole, spreading my ass more, and more. My body was shaking with
ecstasy, feeling him invade my tight hole was all that I wanted.

"Fuck, your ass feels so good, so fucking tight."

"You like fucking my ass grandpa?"

"Fuck, I might cum, fuck I'm cumming." he said through labored breaths.

"Fill me, fill me with you cum."  I screamed back.

"Fuck yeah, oh shit" I could tell he was having a toe curling orgasm
because after one last slam to the back wall of my bowels, he let loose
squirt after squirt of sticky jizz, the warmth of it rushing into me about
sent me over the edge.

"Fuck yeah, I feel you filling me up, keep filling me with all that cum."

I could feel his cock start to deflate, then he slid his cock out with a
gurgle of cum following it, dripping out of my gaping, red ass hole, then
dripping down to the quilt.

"Holy shit, I haven't cum like that in years." he said kneeling, and
heaving his chest out with heavy breaths.

"That was amazing." was all I could say, my ass still in the air, and
leaking cum down my legs.

"I think it is your turn now, Mike." he said pushing me aside, and taking
my place on all fours.

"Wait, you want me to fuck you now?" I said watching him fall to his chest,
and spreading his ass for me.

"I haven't been fucked in a while, but I'm pretty sure that I can still
handle it." he said smiling over at me.

"Well if you insist."

"I do, now get back there and fuck me." he said, still stretching open his
ass for me.  I moved into position, and started to take aim, looking down
at my grandfather's stretched open hole. Looking at it, I could tell that I
was not the first person to be in this position. I pressed the head of my
cock against his hole, and slowly started to push into him.

"Don't be gentle, I cant take it, push that fucking cock into me." he
yelled after lifting his head off the quilt.

I did as he told, and shoved my cock all the way in with one hard push,
driving it deep into his ass.

"Yes, that's right, fuck me, fuck me hard."

Again, I did as I was told, and started to powerfully thrust my throbbing
cock, in,and out of his used ass hole.

"Fuck yeah, I love the way you fuck me, Mike. Keep fucking me just like
that." He yelled again.

I picked up my pace, and knew that I couldn't hold out for much longer. The
urge to cum was building inside of me and before I knew it my cock began to
pulse.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm cumming." I moaned.

"No, not in my ass, I want to taste your cum."

He pulled away from my thrusting, letting my cock flop out of him with a
`pop'. He quickly spun around, and sat the head of my cock on the middle of
his tongue. My cock started to pulse, shooting rope after rope of cum onto
my grandfather's wet tongue, and down his throat. After my shot's a ceased,
he proudly looked up at me, closed his mouth, and took one big gulp,
swallowing my seed.

"That was so fucking hot, your cum tasted so fucking good, Mike." he said
laying down towards the pillows.

"That was the best sex I have ever had." I said laying down next to him.

We kissed one long kiss before he spooned me with his naked body, his cock
tucked firmly between my legs.

*

We both slept passed our four AM wake up time, he was still spooning me
from behind.

"I'm going to go make some breakfast. You still want coffee?" he asked,
pulling away from me, and getting out of the bed.

"Yes, please." I responded.

"Take all the time that you need. I think the chores can wait for today."
he said before walking out the bedroom door, and down the stairs.

It seemed like at the beginning of the summer, it was going to be filled
with all work, and no play, but in the end, it was the opposite, all play,
and no work. Grandpa Frank, and I continued our fuck sessions throughout
the summer but one thing always stuck with me, why was his ass so used when
I first saw it, who had been there before? One day I asked, and the answer
surprised me.

"Why do you think the rest of your cousins like to stop by so much?

My cock twitched at that thought.