Date: Wed, 22 Dec 2004 13:17:08 -0800 (PST) From: Wil McDougal Subject: Grandpa's Nipples Part 3 ***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**** Part 3 We walked to his bedroom down the hall and I guess what was happening really dawned on me. It was one thing to just service him on a chair, and another to climb into the bed he shared with my grandmother and have full-on sex with him. I probably should have stopped it at that point, but I didn't. Grandpa started rubbing my back, and he reached around and started playing with my nipples and kissing my neck. My own nipples were (and are) quite large also--a little more than an inch across, on totally smooth pecs. They're connected right to my dick, so having him rub them was an amazing sensation. I turned around and I remember we let our nipples rub against each other, then I started playing with his again. I caught a glimpse of us in his dresser mirror: of me sucking my Grandpa's tits while he unzipped his pants and let them fall to his feet. I unbuckled mine and dropped them down, finally letting my hard dick pop out of my underwear. He was reaching back to my ass and rubbing my hairy crack. I let his tit fall out of my mouth and I pushed up against him and put my arms around him while he started fingering my hole. I wasn't comfortable with that--I was really self- conscious about my ass and worried it might be dirty. He didn't seem to care. He put his fingers in there and I winced and buried my face in his neck. He turned me around and without removing his fingers bent me over the edge of the bed and pushed his fingers in and out of my ass. I remember being so fucking paranoid about being dirty that I pushed his hand away and I motioned for him to lie down on the bed. I climbed up over top of him and straddled over his chest. I pushed his pecs together and held them in place and then stuck my dick between them and started fucking. I was tit- fucking my grandfather. He was totally into it because I could tell he was turned on just watching my body flex while I thrusted my dick. I would rub my dick on his nipple, then get him to squeeze the titties together and hold them so I could fuck them some more. I loved doing it, and I loved the look on his face watching me do it. It was even hotter than sucking them because it showed the extent of the fetish I had for his nipples, I just wanted to rub my dick and my balls on them while he watched me and permitted me to. When I slowed down he pushed me off of him and laid me on my back. He grabbed under my knees and pushed my legs up and started licking my asshole. I was really tensing up--not being used to that. But he just kept licking my hole with strong, slow licks, like the way you like an ice cream cone. And between a few licks he would put his finger back in there and start pushing me open. I kept trying to change the inevitable--trying to switch over to something different. But he wouldn't let up on my hole. He was puttin 2 fingers in there and stretching me good, and puttin his tongue up there and really eating me out. I had feelings of elation and dread. I was excited to be in the middle of my grandfather's bed, getting my hole eaten, and I was scared of going any further for a million different reasons, not least of which was it was starting to hurt my ass. He eased up and jumped off the bed to get a bottle of baby oil out of the dresser drawer. He lathered some on his dick, the whole time keeping his gaze at my ass, never at my face. He climbed back over top me and turned me facing doggie style with my ass in the air. As much as I didn't want him to fuck me, I could not speak a word, because at the same time I was really excited by it. He slid his cock in my asshole with no prepping, going deep in my gut as a chill ran over me and I let out a loud moan and clinched the comforter in my hands. He started pumping the hole and I let out a yell every time he thrust it in me. I remember looking around the room at the family pictures and the religious statues and thinking I couldn't believe he had his big dick in my ass. I kept looking over my shoulder at him, but his gaze was aimed at the sight of his dick and bush disappearing between my ass cheeks--a sight he no doubt never expected to see either. In truth it was uncomfortable and painful, and I kept remembering the advice about pushing out while a top pushes in, but it still was cutting like a fucking knife back there. And I was squirming and yelping in pain, but he didn't stop. Twisted as it may sound now--I liked the fact he didn't stop--I liked that for him it was about getting off, about fucking me good and dumping his seed (at least that's what I'd like to think was on his mind--I've been examining every angle in the intervening years). One hot thing was how I lost all self-consciousness about my body at that point. If I had been worried about the firmness of my ass or the tone of my abs before, it was gone now. I liked that my granddad didn't have a perfect body (though it was pretty fucking close, for my money), and that I didn't either, and that he was turned on by me. I liked that I got him hard. Really hard. I had an orgasm, but nothing came out because I had been dripping cum the entire time. He held around my waist and started moaning and shaking, and I buried my face in the comforter as he shot his load in my ass. I squeezed my cheeks to get every drop out of him, and he was leaning over me and dropping the weight of his sweaty chest on my back as he made another few, small thrusts. And I could feel his hard nipples on my back and I had another orgasm--just barely ejaculating, since most of my cum had long since run down my leg earlier. When he pulled out my asshole was on FIRE. I stood up to relieve the pain and kinda walked around in a daze. The whole room smelled like cum and sweat, and the bed looked like a bucket of water had been dumped on it. I was less uncomfortable--relatively speaking--that I expected I was going to be, and I turned around and kinda laughed and said "wow." All my Grandfather said was "hell yeah." We showered (separately) and cleaned up the room. He asked me what I wanted to for lunch and made us up some sandwiches. My grandmother got home a few hours later, and by that point my grandfather and I were just sitting in the living room watching movies. The rest of the weekend went on like nothing happened. Nothing has happened since, either. That was more than 10 years ago. I have spent no time alone with him since--so the opportunity has never presented itself. It was all initially a little hard to comprehend, but I got over the guilt and started recognizing that it was a hot, once in a lifetime experience, and a story I have shared with my boyfriends since, all of whom have found it a huge turn on. Any regrets? Well, only that I wish I had been more sexually experienced at the time. I missed the opportunity to lick my granddad's asshole, or to have him hose me down with his piss, or to take an extra hour or so and nurse on those nipples some more. That's OK though, because I've more than made up for it with the hot "daddies" I have been landing in the sack ever since.