Date: Mon, 20 Dec 2004 12:31:11 -0800 (PST) From: Wil McDougal Subject: Grandpa's Nipples Part One ***This story is true, but some details, ages, and locales have been altered. If you like what you see feel free to email me at wilmcdougal@yahoo.com**** Grandpa's Nipples When I was an 18 year old freshman in college, I had sex with my grandfather. Now, that may not sound too appealing to most guys, but they obviously never saw my grandfather. By the time this happened, he was a very rugged 64 year old, just off an adulthood working manual labor. His beefy bod had softened a bit, but he filled out his shirts nicely. He may have started to get a sort of a belly going, and his pecs weren't as hard as they surely once were, but he was still a great looking guy. But the best thing about him wasn't apparent until he took his shirt off or wore a tight undershirt: he had the hottest set of nipples you have ever seen. Let me give you some back-story: when I was younger, maybe around 12, our family was at a public beach. The whole day I stared at his chest. He had beefy, semi-hairy pecs with giant half-dollar-coin-sized nipples. I mean, those babies had to be an inch-and-a-half across. Could not keep my eyes off them. (and I got lucky, because I inherited a nice set of nips myself). I wanted nothing more than to pull up a seat and suck on his big tits all day. In the bath house that day I remember going in with my grandfather to shower and change. It was a big place, but there were only a few guys around. I was changing out of my suit and I looked up and caught the sight of my grandfather going into a shower stall. I remember his staring right at me as he went in, and remember clear as day that he never pulled the shower curtain across, he just let me watch. Of course, to a guy my age it looked like the biggest dick ever, but I didn't get to see a lot of adult dick. It was probably a nice 5 inches soft, flopping around over his big hairy balls, and all surrounded by a really thick black bush of pubic hair. Great as that was, it was his big nipples that I was most interested in. Watching his lather them up and run his (lucky) hands across them. It made my stomach twist with nervousness to be caught looking at him, but I kept taking peeks. And every time he would be peeking right back at me. Nothing else happened. Though I did jerk off to the scenario about a thousand times. I really liked the naughtiness of that kinda fantasy. The taboo of it really turned me on. It wouldn't be until I was in college that I'd get a closer, more significant encounter. He lived on a pretty secluded stretch of land in Virginia with my grandmother, surrounded by farms. I visited a lot but usually with my brothers and sisters along. There was never anything sexual going on between me and my grandfather. He never stared at me or anything, or did anything suggestive. He was a very masculine, macho guy. I started to doubt that I had ever really seen him "showing off" for me in the shower. Maybe that had been wishful thinking-a detail that materialized only after years of fantasizing about it. The weekend of my freshman year I went to my grandparents place alone (since I finally had a car), and I didn't have any notion of what was going to happen. I just needed to get away for a while. I knew my grandmother was not going to be there on Saturday when I arrived, because she was going to the nearest big town (50 miles away) with neighbors to go shopping. I was just going there to kick back and do nothing all weekend. When I pulled up my grandfather was working in his vegetable garden. Of course, seeing him shirtless and sweaty immediately got me worked up. We chatted a while and got something to drink. I felt bad not offering to help do some work so I peeled off my shirt as well and lent him a hand. We worked only for about an hour or so. I kept looking at his nipples, which I had not seen in a while. Actually the softening of his pecs seem to make the nipples stretch even wider. They were fucking huge. I was like a straight guy staring at a woman's tits. I just wanted to attach my mouth to those beauties and fucking breastfeed. Damn! He started a conversation I'll never forget. The thought now still gives me butterflies in my stomach. He started asking about girls. I guess because he had never seen me with one, or heard me talk about one, he approached the subject as tactfully as possible, saying "I guess with school and work you don't have much time for girls?" I answered with some bullshit, pretty much agreeing with him (I was not "out"). I knew he didn't buy it because because he kinda smirked. He started saying the weirdest stuff, creating the most awkward situation. Started talking something about girls liking his "big peter." Big peter? What the heck was he getting at? Why was he saying this stuff to me? I didn't catch on at first, but my grandfather was kinda hitting on me, or at the very least trying to get me to talk sex with him. When we went back inside I was so fucking boned. I didn't expect anything to happen-I was just thinking about what a great JO fantasy this was gonna make as soon as I could get some time alone. But there at the basement sink, while we were washing out hands and rinsing off gardening tools, he started feeling my ass. I didn't say anything-I just kinda looked down in disbelief, held onto the sink, and let him continue. He slid his hands down in my pants to sweaty, hairy ass crack and started rubbing it. I didn't look at him. My dick was so hard, and my stomach doing nervous flips, and I thought I was gonna start to cum right on the spot. He slid his hand deeper down and with one of his middle fingers he touched my asshole. I let out one of those half-grunt, half-sighs and pulled my asscheeks together. He pulled his hand out and just walked away, going upstairs to the living room. I followed up behind him. He went over and sat down in his big Lazy boy chair, and just looked at me. There was my grandfather, sitting there shirtless with his big exposed arms, and his hot hairy stomach kinda sticking over the front of his pants, and a bulge in his jeans, and his big tits-those giant hot fuckers-just staring up at me. I didn't need to make any kind of small talk, and neither did he. I walked right up and kneeled down in front of him, panting like I had just run a marathon. I couldn't believe any of this was being offered to me-if in fact it really was. Truthfully, I wasn't sure if I was being permitted to do this or not. I don't think he knew either. I think we were just kinda going for it, despite serious reservations. He started to fumble with his belt-buckle and I could tell he was as nervous as I was. He undid his pants and pushed them and his old man underwear down to his knees, and his dick flopped around in that big, unruly bush of pubic hair until it started to get hard and stand straight up-a good, thick 7 inches with a nice mushroom head. And those big hairy balls dangled down between his legs and rested on the seat, and the smell of his sweaty crotch was fucking intoxicating. I put my hands on his knees-the first time I had touched him in this whole day, except to shake his hand. And I moved my hands up his legs and I took it all in. And I pushed my hands over his stomach and at last cupped his tits and let those giant nipples run between my fingers as he groaned. I knew we had a memorable afternoon ahead of us. To be continued...