Date: Fri, 1 Oct 2010 14:39:56 -0400 From: Blow 077101 Subject: Moving In with Grandpa - Part I Thanks for the emails on Step-Dad's Big Cock story I wrote awhile back. While most/some of that was based in reality the following is completely fictional (sort of). More to come with this one I think. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- *I- Moving in with Grandpa* "I know but I'd rather live on campus." I said. My Mom replied "You know we can't afford it and besides your grandfather's house is only a mile or so off campus.". I shrugged and kept loading up my car. My name is Rick and I'm 18(going on 19) years old. As I finished packing all my stuff into my car I tried not to think to much what it was going to be like living with my grandfather. Don't get me wrong -- he's a great guy, but I had really been hoping that I'd be able to get my Mom to agree to let me live at the dorm on the campus of the college I'd be going to. In fact it was actually something I had fantasized about often. I'm gay and obviously having another guy as a roommate could provide some fun opportunities. Unfortunately that wasn't how things worked out. Classes were starting on the upcoming Monday. We agreed that it would probably be best that I move in my stuff today on Friday so I'd have the weekend to get settled. So I finished packing up my car, gave my Mom a kiss goodbye and headed out to the two hour drive to my grandfather's house. As I drove I tried to picture what life was going to be like in the next couple of weeks. My grandfather is a retired fire fighter. I tried to recall how old he was, but couldn't. I figured he was 65-70ish but really didn't know. He was a big man...probably 6'5 or so and pretty solid. Full head of gray hair and a bit of a beer gut. I tried to recall if I had ever seen him with his shirt off and found that I hadn't. I wondered what his chest looked liked -- was he hairy?? I really had a thing for hairy guys. I was more of a bottom and found hairy top guys were my favorite. I seem to recall that his forearms did have a nice coating of fur on them. My mind wondered and I started to get hard for a second. Then I laughed out loud. As if! Yeah -- fantasizing about my grandfather. He's one of the most straight guys I know. Cigar smoking, beer drinking, and as straight laced as they come. I realized how horny I was and thought about pulling over for a quick jerk but decided to keep driving as I was already more then half there. So I drove on. When I pulled in to the driveway at Grandpa's his car wasn't in the driveway. I was a little early so I assumed he'd be there shortly. I got out of my car and saw a note taped to the back door. It was from Grandpa and he was out running errands and that the door was opened. We had already discussed the arrangements as to where I'd be sleeping etc. So I let myself in and went to go check out my new bedroom. The house wasn't too big. The back door led to a closed in porch which led to a large kitchen then straight through to the dining room and then the living room. Off the dining room was an alcove which led straight to the bathroom and off to the left and right a short hall to two bedrooms. My grandfather's bedroom was on the right and we decided that I'd stay in the room on the left. There was also a door from the dining room which led upstairs where there were two other bedrooms, but the heat up there was turned off and there was no bathroom. We figured since it was just going to be the two of us it would be easier if I took the empty room downstairs. My grandmother had passed about two years ago and Grandpa had been living alone since then. I wondered what his social life was like. Did he ever have company over? The thought of just hanging out night after night watching whatever he watches on TV could be a real drag after time. I checked out my room and then with a sigh and a shrug I turned around and proceeded to unload my stuff from my car. I really didn't have much and was done unloading and unpacking pretty quickly. As I started to unpack the last of my clothes I heard my grandpa's car pull into the driveway. I stopped what I was doing and headed out to the back porch to meet him. I got to the porch just as he was opening the back door. He had a number of grocery bags in his arms and I went over to take some. "So you made it." he said. "Yep -- got here a little earlier then I expected. I've already unloaded most my stuff." I said and took one of the bags. We went into the kitchen and put the bags on the counter. "Any more out in the car?" I asked. "Nope -- that's it. But I'll be right back. I've really got to take a leak." he said. He turned and left the kitchen and I started to put the groceries away. I had spent plenty of time in the house for various family occasions so was pretty familiar with were everything went. As I was putting stuff in the refrigerator I was kind of surprised that I could hear my grandpa pissing. He must have left the door open. Oh well I thought -- he has been living here alone for awhile so I guess he didn't think it was necessary. I continued to put things away and noticed that he really did have to take a piss because he seemed to be pissing enough to fill a gallon jug. I had most of the things away when he finally came back into the kitchen. He went to the frig and grabbed a beer and asked "Want one?". "Sure -- sounds good." I replied and took the can he offered. "We probably will need to set down some rules around here -- about beers and other stuff, but that can wait until later." he said. I nodded and he continued "For now just don't get falling down drunk and besides it's our first night so we might as well enjoy ourselves.". He had gotten two nice steaks and some burgers. We decided on the steaks and he started making us dinner. I was surprised to see him cooking as from what I recalled of my past when growing up, it was always my grandmother in the kitchen. He obviously knew his way around the kitchen. "I never thought of you being a good cook but you certainly seem to know what you're doing." I said. "Well I spent many years at the fire house and many nights there too. We all took turns when it came to who was going to cook." he said. I had forgotten about that but remembered that back when he was working, he would be gone for two or three days at a time. I never really thought about it -- but a quick thought ran through my head to wonder what the sleeping arrangements were like? That would be interesting -- a room full of hot fire fighters stripped down to their underwear sleeping in beds right next to each other. My thoughts were interrupted by Grandpa when he said "You filled out a bit since the last time I saw you." "Thanks but I'm still pretty skinny." I said. "Not really. You take after your Mom -- just naturally slim. And besides you seem pretty toned and all." he said. "Thanks." I said again. I actually did think I looked pretty hot. I was about 5'9 and even though I was pretty slim my body was in great shape. Nice washboard abs, pretty nice arms, and legs. I kept my hair buzzed short and my body was pretty much mostly smooth except a few spots. There was a small patch of hair between my pecs but the remainder of my upper body was smooth. My legs and crotch area were a different story. My legs were pretty hairy and I had a nice bush around my cock. I often wished that whatever genes caused my legs to get hair had spent a little extra time on my chest also -- I so wanted to be hairy. But I had to admit to myself -- overall not a bad package. Dinner was ready so we settled ourselves on the dining room table. The meal was fantastic and it didn't take long before we had both devoured our steaks. We talked about a lot of things as we ate and continued after as we sat there drinking our beers. We discussed the rules of the house. I could drink but only on weekends. Friends were allowed over but not late. I had to make sure he knew where I was going if going out and what time I'd be back. The basics. All in all I started to feel quite comfortable with the new arrangements -- I'm sure the beer was helping. One of the rules were chores and if a person does the cooking the other does the dishes. I told him I wasn't much of a cook but he said that once you know the basics it's pretty easy. I told him I'd watch him a few times and then give it try sometime and see what happens. I got up and started to clear the table. Doing the dishes didn't pose a problem because there was a dishwasher in the kitchen so it was just a matter of scraping the plates, loading the washer, and wiping done the table and counters. As I was wiping down the last of kitchen counters Grandpa came in and said "I'm going to take a quick shower. It was pretty hot day for this late in the year." I agreed and finished loading the washer as he walked out of the kitchen. The thought of a shower sounded like a good idea -- I could finally jerk off I thought to myself. A quick rinse of the rag and I headed to the dining room to wipe off the table. As I was wiping the table I heard him enter the room and looked up. I froze for a second and gawked at him as he came through the door. He had stripped out of his clothes and was just wearing his underwear. My heart jumped -- he had on a pair of white jockies and my eye went straight to his crotch. The bulge in his shorts was huge. I only looked for a second and then looked up and saw the rest of him. He was covered in a mat of gray fur. His chest, arms, and legs. All covered in a gray mat of fur. I couldn't look any longer and looked back down at the table trying to not be obvious that him walking around like that was going to be problem for me. "I forgot to get the towels out of the dryer." he said as he walked by to head to the door in the kitchen which led to the laundry room in the basement. Once his back was turned to me I looked up to watch him as he walked away. His back side was also covered in fur. I was stunned. I finished the table and headed to the kitchen and pretended to be busy rinsing the rag at the sink as he came back up. I was totally thrown off by this new vision of my Grandpa. Yeah I knew it was weird thinking about my own grandfather's cock, but damn -- I wanted to see it. My mind was racing with all kinds of thoughts. The bulge in his underwear was incredible. I have a nice cock myself, but nothing that would match what I expected to be under those white jockies. I put down the rag and sat there leaning against the counter trying to get my thoughts under control. What the heck was I thinking I thought to myself. Yeah I'm turned on by what I say but by your own grandpa is weird. Besides, nothing would ever happen. He's an old guy -- I wondered even if he is even still into sex or able to. Also he's the straightest guy I think I know -- big baseball fan, always the "alpha" man when talking with other guys, etc. If I tried anything I'd probably be in for a lot of trouble and thrown out -- and my whole family would find out. I convinced myself to calm down and went to my room. I heard the shower running as I passed the bathroom door -- this time he did shut it. Once in my room I started to unpack the remaining clothes and tried to not think of anything. I heard the water from the shower turn off and soon heard Grandpa open the door and go to his room. A few minutes later he came to my door and said "I'm going to go watch the game." I said "Ok -- I'm going to finish this up and take a quick shower also.". He left and I finished putting away my stuff and then tried to decide what to wear. I don't know why I was even thinking about it, but I thought if I put on a pair of shorts that showed off some of my best assets may start something. I've got to be crazy -- what the heck was I thinking. I did however select a pair of shorts that were a little tight and a tank top. Not because of the look but because they really were comfortable. The bath room was still hot and steamy from Grandpa's shower. I turned on the water and stepped in and imagined Grandpa under the hot stream of water and how his hairy body looked matted down in water. I was already rock hard and jerking off, but tried to push the thought out of my mind and concentrate on one of my other favorite jerk off fantasies but my mind's eye kept going back to Grandpa. I finally decided not to fight the urge and I blew a huge load thinking about going down on that huge looking cock. I finished my shower, dried off, and put on my shorts and shirt. After jerking off and getting a little release I felt much better and calmer. I looked in the mirror and checked myself out to make sure the shorts weren't too tight. They did show a bit of a bulge if I stood a certain way, but otherwise were just fine. I had been a long day and the thought of just crashing on the couch watching the game seemed like a great idea. As I was walking through the dining room heading to the kitchen the only thing I could see of Grandpa was one of his legs. He was sitting in the easy chair facing the TV but the thing that made me pause was that the leg I could see was bare. What was he wearing? When he came into my room to let me know he was going to watch the game I didn't turn around so I never saw what he decided to wear when he got of the shower. My mind started to race again. He couldn't possibly be sitting there naked. That would just send me over the edge. Just his underwear perhaps?? That too would probably be too much for me to handle. I knew I wouldn't be able to keep from looking at his crotch and he would eventually notice. Did he have a shirt on?? I got to the kitchen and got a beer then went to the counter and leaned against it while I took a huge gulp. I had just blown a huge load in the shower thinking about my grandpa and already I'm thinking about him sexually. Get a grip on yourself I told myself. I took a deep breath and headed to the living room. The chair he was sitting in was to the left as you entered and the TV was across the room next to the bay windows that look out over the front yard. The couch was next to the easy chair along the left wall. As I started to get closer more of Grandpa came into view and the more nervous and excited I got. When I finally could see enough I saw that he was in his underwear and a tank top like mine. His incredible bulge nestled between his spread legs looked huge. I stopped for a second to collect myself. I was still a little behind his chair off to the right so he couldn't see where I was looking. "What's the score?" I asked trying to sound casual -- but I gulped half way through the question. I was trying to see as much of him as I could while he couldn't see what I was looking at. His hairy arm, the tuft of hairs sticking up from the tank top, how he obviously shaved around his neck, and his bulge. I thought I could actually see the head of his soft cock. He answered but I didn't really hear him. I was starting to get hard and knew there would be no hiding a hard on in the shorts I had on so headed straight to the couch. I sat down on the couch with my back against the arm rest so that I was not facing him. I knew if I could see him my eyes would inevitably keep going to his crotch. My cock was already getting pretty big, but I was pretty sure he couldn't see my crotch because of the angle that I was sitting. I tried to concentrate on the game and clear my mind. Eventually my cock started to go down but I knew if I looked at Grandpa that would change pretty quickly. Grandpa got up and left the room. I thought about getting up and go put on my sweat pants. I heard him go in the bathroom and heard him starting to piss...again with the door open. When he returned I kept my eyes steadily on the TV. I laid there on the couch trying desperately to not think of anything but the game. Eventually I started to doze a bit. I wasn't really asleep but just on the edge...I could still hear the TV but wasn't really watching. I heard a "Ahem!" and woke with a start. It was Grandpa. I also realized while dozing I had gotten a raging hard-on and I was stretched out on the couch in a pair of tight shorts in plain view of him. I sat up quickly and put my arms in front of my crotch completely embarrassed. "Sorry." was all I could think to say. "Well -- just keep that to yourself. You can't be walking around here with a hard-on. I might take that as a hint you're horny for me.". My head snapped to turn and look at him directly in the eyes. I couldn't believe what I just heard. I froze for a second trying to figure out something to say. Finally all I could say is "What?" "Listen Rick, if you're into dick that's fine. You're a old enough to know what sex is and what you like. I've been around a bit and have known plenty of guys that like a nice prick. In fact I'd have to say most guys are way better at it then girls -- they know what to do." he said. I couldn't believe my ears. I had never heard Grandpa say anything sexual...in fact I found it strange when he said "take a leak" earlier in the day. I didn't know how to respond. I was still in a bit of a fog from the doze I had just woken up from so my mind wasn't moving too fast. Or was it that I was still dreaming? I shook my head trying to clear it and looked back at him. My eyes darted first to his crotch and it seemed his bulge was even bigger. I looked up at him and said "I...um...well..I um...don't know.". "Don't know...what?" he said in a rather rough manner. My eyes darted down at his crotch and then back up to his face. "If you can't decide if you want something boy and then go for it you'll never get it." he said. I froze. My heart was pounding. Is this some sort of test? If I make a move will he let me or will he beat the crap out of me. I couldn't move. He moved his hand down to his crotch and cupped his cock and balls and said "Oh well -- I think I'll go to bed.". That was when I knew I had to act...I said "Wait...please." and pushed the coffee table out of the way. I got down on the floor between his hairy legs and put my hands on his knees looking at his face. "Grandpa -- I'm gay. I know this is strange but when I saw you come out in your underwear earlier I haven't been able to think of anything else." I said. "Yeah -- and?? What were you thinking? Do you like to suck cock Rick?" he asked. I looked down at his crotch and then up to his face and shook my head. With that he reached out and grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face down into his crotch. I immediately started to lick his flaccid cock through his underwear. He spread his legs wider and I smothered my face and mouth against his cock and balls. The fresh scent from his shower was intoxicating. I couldn't wait to get his cock in my mouth and sat back a bit and hitched my hands on to the side of his briefs. He lifted his ass off the chair a bit and I pulled them down while all the while keeping my eyes on his cock. I was amazed at the sight. His cock was about five inches long and still soft. It laid on his balls which hung loose and very big. The pubes around his cock were still dark...the rest of the hair on his body was gray. I bent down and sucked his cock into my mouth and moved my hands up his hairy belly and chest. "Ummm...yeah...suck that cock" he moaned and slid down further in the chair and spread his legs. I had his entire cock in my mouth and felt it grow as he got harder. I started to bob my head up and down on his cock. I was in heaven. Soon I couldn't get his entire length in my mouth...he was completely hard and his cock was the largest I had ever seen. He had to be at least nine inches. I tried my best to get his entire cock down my mouth but gagged. "Whoa -- relax....don't do it if you can't. Your doing fine with what you're doing." he said. I pulled myself off his cock and sat back holding his hard cock in my hand and said "Oh man...you are so hot." and then dove down again between his legs and started sucking on his balls. Grandpa spread his legs even further and I managed to get his entire sack into my mouth and sucked like crazy. "Shit." he said and moaned while arching his back. After a few minutes sucking on his balls I pulled back and sat there looking and stroking his big cock. "Let's go to your room." he said and started to get up. At that point I would have followed him to the moon if that is where he wanted to go. While I followed him to my room I saw his ass and was fascinated at the layer of fuzz covering his cheeks. He really was built well for his age. When we got to my room he stood at the side bed and nodded his head towards the bed. I wasn't sure what he wanted me to do so just went to the bed and sat. That seemed to be fine with him because he simply turned towards me and moved his big dick towards my mouth while putting his hands on my head. I greedily sucked his dick into my mouth and put my hands on his hairy ass cheeks pulling him as much as I could towards me to get as much of his dick into my mouth as I could. He slowly started to pump his cock in and out of my mouth...."Oh fuck that feels good. Ummm...yeah...that's it...suck that cock" he said. I moaned a reply as best I could with my mouth full of his cock. Nothing could stop me now...all I wanted was for him to release his load in my mouth. I don't know how or when I had did it, but I was completely naked. I had my hands on Grandpa's hairy ass cheeks pulling him into me while he fucked my mouth with his big dick. "Ummm...damn boy that's good...I haven't got much lately so get ready for a big one...I'm close." he said. Those words almost sent me over the edge and almost made me cum...but I just pulled harder on his ass cheeks when he pumped his dick into my mouth on the in strokes. If he had a big load I wanted to let him know I wanted it all. All of the sudden he just froze with his dick half in my mouth and then let out a low guttural growl. With my tongue on the underside of his dick I felt a slight spasm and then suddenly it seemed his entire dick seemed to throb as he unloaded his cum into my mouth. He held my head firm while his cock blew a good four or five gobs of cum. I sat there eagerly swallowing every volley. He bent his head back and arched his back to shove as much of his cock as I could take into my mouth as he moaned. Without even touching myself I had one of the biggest climaxes I had ever experienced. I kept his dick in my mouth and sucked it while he got soft getting every drop I could. Eventually he pushed back my head and said "Well that was an interesting start to your stay -- don't know about you, but I think we will get along fine.". I scanned his body -- there was this hot hairy manly guy with a really nice cock standing in front of me -- even though it was my grandfather it didn't matter. I wanted more of him and he apparently wanted the same. "Grandpa I'd do anything. I would suck your cock everyday if you want...even more." I said and reached out to fondle his big cock and balls and pulled him towards me to nestle my face into his pubes and lick the base of his soft hanging cock. With that he put his hands on my head and pulled me closer for a moment. "I guess for our first night we really did have a good time. I think it's time to hit the sack." he said. "Good time?? -- damn that wasn't just a good time that was the best...let's sleep together Grandpa. Maybe we can..." but he interrupted and said "No -- I'll sleep in my room...and no you can't sleep in there with me. It's just the way it needs to be.". "Ok." I said and he turned and left. I got up and headed to the bathroom. I noticed he left his bedroom door ajar but couldn't see anything else...there were no lights on in the room and was completely dark. After cleaning up in the bathroom (I came all over myself) I headed to my bedroom and laid down and while thinking of what just happened fell asleep. Next morning...to be continued...