Date: Wed, 22 Dec 2004 07:51:29 -0800 (PST) From: Wil McDougal Subject: Grandpa's Nipples Part 2 ***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**** (Thanks, guys, for all your encouraging emails) Even though Grandpa was obviously willing to let me service him, I remember being nervous to do anything but just kneel there and stare. I ran my hands over his tits, letting his big hard nipples run across my fingers and the palm of my hand. I probably looked awkward and nervous--because I was. My arms felt as heavy as lead. I couldn't believe I was actually going through with this. And as I said before, neither of us spoke a word...not one word. I can tell you the moment that runs in my head to this day (usually while I'm jerking off): when I leaned my mouth in toward his nipples for the first time. I know he was thinking I was gonna go right for his cock. But no. I leaned forward to the nipple on the right, and I took my hand and cupped that big pec as I put my mouth right on the nip. I covered that whole nipple with my mouth and gently started to suck it, to nurse it. My cock, which had been too nervous to do anything, got hard and snaked down the leg of my pants, and I started grinding my crotch into the front of the Lazyboy chair. I licked and sucked on that nipple, sometimes pulling back a bit to look at it--just to take it all in-- before I started working at it again. It tasted salty from his sweat, and each time he moaned at all I would just suck harder on it. Then I'd ease up and just flick my tongue across it. He laid his hands on the back of my shoulders, and his hard dick was hitting up against me. His nipple was so covered with my spit that it started dripping off and running down his belly. As big as these nipples looked from afar, they were just fuckin huge up close. Just big and natural. These tits had never had clamps on them. They had never been chewed on. They were just big natural tits with a perfect small "pencil eraser" tip on them. And I was right in my guess--the nipple itself had to be almost an inch-and- a-quarter to an inch-and-a-half across. He took his hand and moved me to the other nipple. I licked and kissed and suckled on it while rubbed and pinched the other one. I was boned up and almost outta my mind thinking how hot this was. I could feel all the pre-cum dripping out of my dick and down inside my jeans. I couldn't believe my grandfather was offering me his nipples to suck on, and the thought of how fucking wrong this was just made me want it more. A guy isn't supposed to let his grandson spend an afternoon suckling on his tits, but I guess he just wanted to get off. If he didn't care, I sure as hell didn't! I was starting to leave purple imprints around his nipples from sucking so hard on them. I mean, I was even rubbing my face all over them. I'd take two hands and spread the tit even wider and suck on it more, then squeeze it together and take just about half his whole fuckin pec into my mouth. His whole chest was COVERED with my fuckin spit. Then I'd calm myself down and just gently lick and suck and kiss on them. I don't know how long I went at those titties. It had to be a good 45 minutes. It might have been more. I remember he just stroked my shoulders and the back of my head the whole time I did it, just staring down at me watching me basically breastfeed on him. The chair was soaked with sweat when I finally let up and pushed back for a few minutes. Everything was wet. If you pushed down the cushion you'd get a puddle of sweat running over your fingers. His dick had gone semi-erect, and was flopped to one side resting on his leg. His nipples were shiny with spit, and the flesh around them were a red-purple from me sucking so hard. I didn't make eye contact with him, because I didn't want to have to talk. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't guilt-ridden at this point. I definitely was. Though I had no reason to feel like I was being predatory, or taking advantage of him. It's safe to say he initiated this. I calmed my nerves a bit and I leaned into his crotch. I loved his big dark bush of public hair. I loved that he didn't shave it at all. I mean, he had some serious bush down there. I put my face between his nut sack and his leg, licking up the sweat and chowing down on his pubes. He started to get hard again. I went for his balls. They hung really low (they were just about resting on the seat) and were pretty fucking big. I licked on them and even tried to get 'em both in my mouth, but they were too big to take at once. So I just cupped them in my hand and sucked on them while started stroking his dick with my other hand. I remember he started to gyrate his hips a bit when I started doing this. Hot! He was definitely into that. I put his dick in my mouth and got that wave run over me again that made me feel like I could cum. In fact, my leg was so wet from pre-cum at this point it's possible that I actually had cum already. There's no way to explain--unless you've been involved in incest yourself--the feeling of submission and power and fear and regret and excitement that greets you all at once when you have someone like your grandfather let you suck on his cock. I imagine it is even stronger--probably off the charts--if you actually suck off your own father. With my grandfather, it was also the excitement of being a younger guy blowing someone 3 times my age. Blowing ANY guy is significant--he's letting you have his manhood. You probably think I'm nuts but all this shit was floating around in my head while I sucked him. I didn't have a lot of experience blowing a guy, but as usual I tried what I had seen in porn. I let my forehead slap into his belly over and over while I sucked. I would bury my face deep in his bush and squeeze his tits at the same time. He was moaning and bucking and almost begging me to stop (almost). I couldn't do it for too long--not yet having mastered the art of breathing while sucking cock. I eased up on it to take a breather and my grandfather started to stand up and pull up his pants. The guy was so sweaty, and I wondered if he was alright. He zipped up only half way--just enough to keep his jeans up. His dick was still hard and was visibly bent up off to the side. I was still on my knees, resting back on my ankles--also soaking wet from sweat, and panting heavily. He stretched out his hand and said "C'mon"--that was it. One word. He pulled me up and led me down the hall to his bedroom. To be continued...