Date: Thu, 6 Jul 2017 19:01:17 +0000 (UTC) From: Hot for Dads Subject: Sporting Woody, Part 11 This is adult FICTION. It is not intended to encourage or condone any similar activities in the real world. It is merely ENTERTAINMENT, for which Nifty could use your donations! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Don't read this story if you're not old enough for this stuff, if m/m stories offend you, or if "family fun" isn't your kind of fantasy. On the other hand, if that's what you're looking for, then unzip and get busy! SPORTING WOODY PART 11 "Please, Grandpa," I begged, gently rubbing his crotch as he leaned against the kitchen counter. "Please. We've never done it here at home, and this might be the last chance we get." "Pubic toilet's not good enough for you anymore?" he chuckled. "I want to show you how much I appreciate you and Grandma letting us stay here until Dad could get on his feet." "Family's always welcome," Grandpa assured me. He still didn't give in to my begging, but I could feel his cock growing in his jeans. "Then let me return the favor by making sure you are well cum." "They'll be waiting for us," he objected lamely, referring to Dad and Grandma, who were unpacking the first load of boxes at the apartment Dad had rented after finally finding a job! Grandpa and I were supposed to be getting another load of boxes, but that wasn't the kind of load I wanted. "This won't take long," I assured Gramps, sinking to my knees with a grin. "Okay, but not here," he finally agreed. "I ain't never had sex but in a bed in this house, and I'm not starting now," he added with a laugh. "My room!" I said eagerly as I sprang from my knees and dashed out of the kitchen. By the time Grandpa caught up to me and joined me in my bedroom, I was already naked, spread-eagle on the bed, and stroking my raging hardon. "Damn, boy!" he laughed. "You're the one who said we didn't have much time," I laughed, waving my cock at him teasingly. "Better get to it, then," Gramps replied as he stepped over to the bed and started to climb onto it. "No clothes," I said. "Don't worry. Your full load will all go straight to my belly," he laughed. "Please," I persisted. "I want this time to be different. Special. Please." "Okay," Gramps agreed, "no clothes it is." He straightened up and started to undress with his back toward me. "Turn around so I can watch," I requested. "Ain't never had anyone watch me get undressed before," Grandpa said as he turned around, but that didn't keep him from starting to remove his clothes. I just stroked my hardon slowly as I watched him. Actually, I wanted him to see what I was doing as much as I wanted to see what he was doing. I licked my lips when he pulled off his shirt and revealed his hairy chest and already erect nipples. "Mmmmmm, nice." "You ain't seen nothing yet," Gramps chuckled as he stooped to push down his jeans. When he stood and stepped out of them, his own engorged cock was pointing straight at me. "Oh yeah," I sighed as he stepped closer to the bed and I reached out to take my own grandpa's throbbing cock in my free hand. The warmth of the shaft felt amazing in my palm. The soft, velvetiness of the skin compared to the rigid shaft always amazed me. I never could get used to how different it felt to hold another man's cock than just to hold my own. "Well?" Grandpa looked down at me with a grin. "Sorry," I mumbled as I quickly swung around to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. "Won't happen again," I assured him as I leaned forward and licked the first glistening drops of precum off the head of his dick. It tasted so sweet, I eagerly stuck out my tongue and licked in search of more. Grandpa took hold of his shaft and stroked firmly from the base toward the tip. I released my hold to let him complete the movement and was rewarded with another flow of precum rolling out onto my waiting tongue. As Gramps returned his fist to the base of his cock, I quickly pulled my tongue back into my mouth and savored his nectar before sticking my tongue out for more as he stroked to his tip again. I licked up the latest, smaller load of precum and then leaned forward even more to take the head of his cock into my mouth. "Oh, that feels good, Woody," he sighed. I continued to bathe the head of his cock with spit and run my tongue all over and around it as he continued to stroke himself slowly. "This is sure different from the park," he laughed. I released his cock long enough to say, "Good, I wanted this to be special." Then I quickly swallowed the head again. But this time, I didn't stop there. I slowly continued to lean forward and take more and more cock into my mouth as my lips slid down that thick, veined shaft. "Oh yeah," Gramps sighed, continuing to stroke his shaft but with shorter motions as more and more and more of it disappeared into my mouth and throat. "Damn, you're good," he finally groaned when his entire throbbing dick was inside me and all he could do was hold the base of his cock with his thumb and forefinger as his other fingers cupped his balls. "Oh yeah," he groaned as I contracted my throat muscles to grip and swallow that tasty cock. Grandpa started to withdraw his pulsing dick, and I reached around to cup his ass cheeks in my hands. When I could feel he was getting close to having nothing but the head still in my mouth, I applied pressure to tell him to start filling me again. In response, he gently rested his hands on the top of my head and started feeding me more of his cock again. Filling my mouth. Driving into my throat. Filling my throat. And then slowly pulling out. Again and again and again, Gramps filled me with cock and pulled it out. My grip on his ass gradually grew firmer and more insistent. He took the cue and began fucking my mouth with a slow but ever-increasing speed. His own grasp grew firmer on my head until he eventually was just clutching my hair in his tight fists as he rammed his cock faster and deeper down my throat. I just grunted and groaned with pleasure as I got the meat pounding I wanted so bad. "Nnnnngh!" I objected when I felt Grandpa finally slowing down and pulling out. My lips clasped tightly to keep the head of that delicious cock inside me. My tongue desperately searched for any new drooling precum. "Might as well both be comfortable," Grandpa chuckled, and I let the cock head pop free. "What do you have in mind?" I asked with a sly grin. "Just lie back and find out," he replied, gently pressing my shoulders. I scooted back to the middle of the bed, resumed my earlier spread-eagle position, and once again started stroking my own hardon in anticipation. "Damn, you got a nice cock," Grandpa praised me. "Thanks. Yours ain't so bad either," I laughed. "I sure do love you, Woody." "I love you too, Grandpa," I assured him. Gramps looked at me with a serious expression on his face, and then the next thing I knew, he was in bed with me, on top of me, pressing his cock against mine, and eagerly kissing me. Deeply. Passionately. I was momentarily surprised but then returned the kiss with as much passion as I was getting. I could feel Grandpa forcefully grinding his cock against mine, and I thrust my hips up to grind against his cock as well. The encounter had taken on a frantic quality, unlike any of our previous exchanges. Maybe it was the privacy and security of being in a bed, or maybe it was the fact that there was no cubicle wall separating us, or maybe it was the thought that this might be the only time we would ever get to do it like this. Whatever it was, I liked it. "Damn, Woody," Grandpa growled when he finally broke the kiss and looked down into my eyes. "I've never felt like this before." "Horny?" I laughed. "On fire," he moaned. "I want you so bad. This isn't just about sucking a cock and swallowing some cum. This is about me and you. I want you, Woody. Like I've never wanted you before. Like I've never wanted any man. Especially not my own grandson." "You wanna fuck me?" I asked eagerly. "No," he replied, which was disappointing to me. "I just want to devour you. Every inch of you. Not just your cock. All of you. I want to taste every inch of your body." "Go for it," I said with a smile, stretching out my arms and relaxing my entire body. "It's all yours." Grandpa hesitated but then smiled and gave me a quick kiss. His lips then slid across my cheek and I suddenly felt my entire ear engulfed in his devouring mouth. His tongue traced every curve of my ear and quickly pressed in as far as it could go. His mouth released my ear, but his teeth grabbed onto my earlobe. He chewed gently and then more firmly. The harder his teeth dug into my earlobe, the deeper and louder my groans became. I reflexively ground my cock up against his as I clutched the sheets in my outstretched hands. Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, Gramps released my earlobe and trailed his tongue down along the muscles of my neck. He turned his head slightly and sucked on my Adam's apple for a brief moment before sliding his tongue down and licking the small depression at the base of my throat. "That feels so nice," I sighed. "Mmmmm," Gramps replied, and then I felt him shifting his body. He raised his weight off of me and began to move down the bed. His tongue never left my body. When it reached my left nipple, I lifted my upper body off of the bed and pressed my chest against his lips. His tongue swirled around my hardening nipple and then his teeth began gently nibbling at the sensitive point. "Oh god," I groaned, quickly grabbing the back of Grandpa's neck, pulling his face tighter against my body and arching my back to press my skin tighter against his face. Grandpa got the message and began biting even more firmly on my nipple. "OH FUCK," I moaned in complete ecstasy. The pleasure. The pain. "Oh yeah," I sighed. Grandpa finally stopped chewing on that nipple and licked soothingly all around it. Eventually, he licked across my chest and began devouring the other nipple, eliciting the same reaction from me. Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, Grandpa released the second nipple and resumed moving down the bed, licking and kissing my body as he went. My body relaxed, and I started playing with my hypersensitive nipples, all the while feeling Grandpa's tongue tracing the muscles and ridges of my belly. I couldn't help giggling when Gramps licked my belly button. He looked up at me and grinned before continuing his downward journey. I frowned when he seemed to ignore my flexing cock but moaned with pleasure when he began to suck my balls and salivate all over them. One and then the other. One and then the other. Back and forth. And then he suddenly had both balls in his mouth at once. "Oh shit," I groaned. I grabbed my cock and began jerking it frantically while twisting a nipple with my free hand. Gramps had other ideas, though, and quickly slapped my hand away from my cock. "Okay, you're in control," I conceded and returned to just playing with my nipples. "You got that right," Grandpa said when he finally let my balls slide out of his mouth. He grinned at me, gripped my thighs, and began lifting them off of the bed. I gleefully thought for a moment that he'd changed his mind about fucking me, but that thought was short lived. By the time he'd finished repositioning me, I was rolled up on my shoulders with my ass up in the air, and Gramps was kneeling behind me. "Comfortable?" he asked with a laugh. "Uh, not really," I replied. "Maybe this will make you feel better," he said, and a moment later, I felt Grandpa pull my ass cheeks apart, press his face between them, and start flicking his tongue across my ass pucker. "Oh god, yeah," I groaned as my eyes rolled back in my head. "Eat me, Gramps." After a few more flicks at my pucker and a few nibbles at the butt-cheek flesh on either side of the pucker, Grandpa finally began working the tip of his tongue into my asshole! I tried to relax to give him better access, and I could feel the penetration. Soft and gentle, but there. I continued to relax my body and let it succumb to Grandpa's pressure and exploration. He pulled his tongue out, licked and nibbled some more, spat saliva on my hole, and burrowed into me again. Grandpa must have liked my ass, because he seemed to spend a lot of time there. So long, in fact, that I finally just relaxed and opened my eyes. I was surprised, startled, and pleased to see my own cock dangling over my face. A large drop of clear precum was glistening on the tip. As Grandpa continued to eat my ass, I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue, lifted my head, and licked that drop of precum from my own cock! "Mmmmm," I sighed as I savored the taste and the experience. Until that moment, I'd never thought about trying to suck my own cock, but it suddenly became an overwhelming desire. What was the use of qualifying for the Horse nickname without taking full advantage of it? I casually reached up, grabbed my ankles, and slowly pulled them down, curving my body even more. My cock moved closer to my open mouth, and eventually, I was able to close my lips around the drooling head. "Mmmmm," I moaned as I sucked on the head and devoured the sweet precum I was producing. Eventually, I started pulling and releasing my ankles to set up a flexing motion, driving my cock further into my mouth. It was shallow penetration, but I was definitely sucking my own cock! Suddenly, because of the motion, Gramps stopped eating my ass and said, "What are you...? Damn, boy!" I looked to the side and saw Gramps peering around my hips to watch his grandson sucking himself. "Wish I could do that!" He then shifted behind me and resumed eating my ass, but he also began to press my hips and relax them to assist with my fucking motion. The pressure rolled me into an even tighter ball and I managed to suck more of my cock into my mouth. In and out. In and out. I couldn't believe I was really sucking myself! Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, Gramps suddenly replaced his tongue with a couple fingers, which were able to penetrate even deeper into my ass than his tongue had. I could feel his fingers exploring, fucking, searching. I eagerly continued to suck my cock, waiting for Gramps to set of the trigger. Bam! That was it. Every sensory nerve in my body exploded. My ass clamped down on Grandpa's thrusting fingers. My head frantically jerked up and down to swallow my own meat. My balls tightened up. My cock began to throb and jump. "MMMMMMPPPPHHHHH!" I screamed as my own cum flooded into my mouth. Gushing, spewing, jetting. I gulped as fast as I could to swallow as much cum as I could. My hands pounded on the mattress. My asshole flexed on Grandpa's fingers. Another load of cum. Another load. Another load. The orgasm was so intense! I just tried to gulp and gulp and gulp. When there was no more cum to swallow, I gently suckled on my cock head as my body began to relax. "That was impressive," Gramps finally observed. I laughed and my cock popped out of my mouth. "Thanks," I replied, completely out of breath. "Never done that before, but I'll definitely do it again." "I'm not surprised," he replied, gently uncurling me until my knees were draped over his shoulders and my ass was resting against his chest. "Anything left in here?" he asked, gently grasping my cock and bending it toward his mouth. "Mmmm," he sighed as he gave my entire shaft one firm stroke and sucked out a few remaining drops of cum. "Oh shit," I moaned as my body spasmed. "Too sensitive now," I groaned. "Okay," Gramps said, releasing my cock and letting it slap back against my belly. "Nice thighs," he observed, licking and kissing them. He leaned back as his tongue trailed to my knees. Then he reached back, grabbed my ankles and brought them forward. Rather than rolling up on myself again, I splayed my legs wide open and bent my knees to let Grandpa bring my feet toward his mouth. "Oh yeah," I sighed when Gramps began sucking on my toes. "That feels good." "Tastes good too," he assured me. I could feel his hard cock still throbbing against my back. "Are you sure you don't want to try fucking me, Gramps?" "Told you I'm not into that, Woody," he said with a smile. "You never know until you try," I laughed. "I know," he replied cryptically. "What, you've fucked someone?" I asked, nearly sitting up. "A man?" "Long time ago," he finally replied after a long pause. "I was about your age. My best friend and I were doing this kind of stuff when we got horny and there weren't any girls around." Grandpa loosened his grip on my ankles as he thought back. "Really?" I casually shifted my body so my back and ass were on the mattress and Gramps was kneeling between my thighs. When he resumed speaking, I began stroking his hard cock. "Really. Started on a sleepover when we were even younger. Just exploring. Kids stuff. What can you do with a hard pecker? This was back in the dark ages, when it wasn't all over the Internet. Hell, there was no Internet!" he laughed. I just continued to stroke his cock as he thought back on the good old days. Occasionally, I would swipe my thumb across the head to gather up some clear precum and then suck my thumb clean. "Learned about kissing to begin with. Then stroking. Then got the bright idea that a mouth had to be similar to a pussy. Well, a wet hole, anyway," he laughed. "So, that led to sucking. I really liked that. Really liked that." Grandpa let out another laugh. "My first taste of cum, though, was accidental. I was sucking away, and my buddy finally shot the first load of his life. Took me by surprise, but I liked the taste." "I guess you did," I laughed. "Yeah, well, as we got older, we got to wondering what real sex was like. But we didn't know any girls to try it with. And believe me, we both wanted to try it with girls. We were just second-best substitutes," he laughed. "So you never thought you were...?" "No, we were just playing doctor, as they used to say. Learning how things worked. Never really thought much about it. Certainly didn't think of it as a long-term thing. Anyway, one day we saw some dogs fucking, and my friend got the idea of fucking ass. Said it looked like what they were doing anyway." Gramps gave another little smile at his memories as I continued to pull casually on his cock. "So, did he fuck you or did you fuck him?" I couldn't help asking. "Both. Be fucked to get fucked. We agreed. No fair doing one without the other." As Grandpa continued to reminisce, I slowly sat up and began casually sucking on his cock. The funny thing was that he hardly noticed. "So, one night during another sleepover, we tried it. Just spit and force. Not the best idea, looking back. Took us a few times to think of using Crisco to make it easier on the one getting fucked." I stopped sucking long enough to ask, "So you liked it then?" "It was different," he conceded. "Don't get me wrong. It felt good. Nice and tight. But something was missing. Found out what that was when I met and fell in love with your grandma. We got married about the same time my friend got married, and that was that." Again, I paused to ask, "You two never hooked up again? You and your friend?" "No. Would have been a bit strange for two married men to go on playing doctor," he laughed. "What about the park?" I asked as a follow-up question before sucking on Grandpa's cock more eagerly. I also began stroking the shaft with one hand while fondling his balls with the other. "Oh, Woody," Grandpa groaned, finally emerging from his memories enough to appreciate what I was doing to him. "The park? Oh, well that just started a few years ago. Your grandma ain't really into sex much, not very often, and never was into sucking. Sorry, shouldn't be saying that. Anyway, oh yeah, that's it, Woody. That's it. The park. Just stumbled on the rest room a few years ago and learned what was going on there. Remembered how much I enjoyed sucking my buddy's cock and eating his cum all those years ago. Oh, Woody, oh. That's... That's... Oh, Woody, I'm gonna..." I quickly pulled my mouth off of Grandpa's cock but kept pumping his shaft furiously and squeezing his balls. "Shoot your cum all over me, Gramps! Please!" "OH, WOODY!" Gramps roared as he grabbed my head and thrust his hips forward, driving his cock through my clenched fist and firing his first load of cum into my face. "FUCK!" Splat! "WOODY!" Splat! "FUCK!" Splat! I squeezed his balls tighter as they emptied and stuck my tongue out to lap at the cum sliding down across my cheeks. "FEED ME, GRAMPS!" I opened my mouth right in front of his pulsing cock head for the final shot, which landed on my outstretched tongue. Gramps collapsed forward, but I managed to roll back and scoot up the mattress before his body completely weighed me down. While he recovered, he continued huffing and puffing in my ear. I wrapped my arms around him and gently rubbed his back, quietly enjoying the feeling of his hairy, sweaty chest on my smooth body. "Damn, that felt good," Gramps finally sighed, lifting himself up on his elbows. "Looks good too," he added with a laugh when he saw my cum-covered face. "Better clean you up," he said before he quickly dropped his head and began licking his own cum off of my face. "Save some for me," I objected. "Plenty to go around," he replied, gathering cum with his tongue and pushing it into my mouth. Before he could pull his tongue back, I closed my lips on it and sucked it in. He took the hint and settled into a passionate cum-sharing kiss. When he finally raised his head and looked into my eyes, he smiled. "Thanks." "No, thank you," I replied with a grin. He gave my face a few more licks before saying, "We really should get cleaned up and head over to the apartment before your dad and grandma start wondering what happened to us." "After you tell me why you still won't fuck me, even though I really want it." "One simple reason. Since I've been married, I've never fucked anyone but your grandma, and I'm fine with that. We still get it on once in a while." "Too much information," I laughed. "But since she's not equipped to satisfy my occasional desires to suck cock and eat cum, I don't feel too bad sharing those activities around. Make sense?" "I guess, but it doesn't change how much I want to get fucked by you, Gramps." "I'm sure you'll find someone someday to take care of that particular itch for you," he replied with a smile. I didn't tell him that I already had several other men scratching that itch for me. Instead, I just said, "Maybe, but it will never be the same as it would be with you." "Well then, you'll just have to pretend that they're me," he replied with a wink. Without waiting for any further discussion, Grandpa gave me a quick kiss, rolled off of me and the bed, grabbed up his clothes, and headed off to his own bedroom and bath. "Get cleaned up!" he called back over his shoulder. ***** We eventually got some boxes loaded up and headed back over to the new apartment. The radio was playing music as we drove along in easy silence, but I finally had the urge to speak. "Your old friend wouldn't happen to be Old Coach Dieter, would it?" I saw Grandpa's hands tighten on the steering wheel, but he didn't reply right away. Instead, he took a few seconds before calmly asking, "What makes you say that?" "No reason. Just seems to be the right age." "There are plenty of men in this town who are my age," he countered. "Besides, I never said my friend stuck around here. That was many, many, many years ago. And besides that, I don't suck and tell," he finished with a wink. "That's good," I laughed. But after a few more blocks, I couldn't help saying, "It would be so hot if it was Old Coach Dieter, though." "Why?" "It just would be." I was capable of being just as mysterious as Gramps if that's the way he wanted to play it. ------------------- I hope you enjoyed this bit of fun. If you did, feel free to let me know how much: hotfordads@yahoo.com. 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