Date: Mon, 28 Jul 2003 07:47:10 -0400 From: David Smith Subject: Timmy Does Grandpa TIMMY DOES GRANDPA (M/b oral anal) by twofoldman@hotmail.com This story depicts sex between an adult and a consenting minor. If this offends you, please do not read any further. If it is illegal for you to read this kind of material, please do not read any further. If you are underage, please don't read this. 1 What was it about grandpa that made Timmy want to do dirty things with him? Timmy often thought about that late at night, as he played with his little dick and felt the tingly feelings go through his body. The only thing he could think of was that grandpa was the only adult male that Timmy had ever seen completely naked. Specifically, grandpa's pee-pee had been the only adult pee-pee Timmy had ever seen. Timmy had seen daddy naked once, a long time ago when he was only five. Daddy had just come out of the shower, and Timmy was just coming out of his room at the same time. As he passed mommy & daddy's room, he saw daddy's bum as he walked to the closet to get his robe. Timmy had giggled to himself and would have been really embarrassed if daddy knew this. Now Timmy was almost seven. It was July and Timmy's birthday was in November, so naturally he felt like he was all grown up. In a lot of ways, he was. Timmy had been interested in sex stuff for a long time now. He and his good friend Danny had been playing with each other for two years already. At first they would just feel each other's pee-pees when they were in the bathtub together, but then Danny showed Timmy how to keep doing it until a warm, tingly feeling came. It was the best thing Timmy had ever felt, and he had done it ever since. He and Danny did it to each other all the time, and Danny had shown him a lot of things since then, like how to suck on each others pee-pees too, which was even better. Timmy was shocked, but not as shocked as he was when Danny had shown him the most forbidden thing of all: playing with bumholes. They had first done this in the bathtub, when the adults had left them to play of course. Danny had told Timmy to wash his bumhole real good because he was going to show him something neat, and then he reached right down and put his hand between Timmy's butt cheeks, feeling the little hole. At first Timmy laughed in surprised horror at how gross it seemed, but later when they were in bed and supposed to be sleeping, in the time they usually took to suck pee-pees, Danny had done something really shocking: he had slipped his mouth down to Timmy's bumhole and stuck his tongue right on it. The feeling was so good that Timmy never protested again. The tingly feelings came as Danny wiggled his tongue around on Timmy's butthole, the same as it felt when Danny sucked Timmy's pee-pee, but stronger and more powerful. Eventually Danny had showed Timmy all sorts of dirty things, and had even put his little pee-pee inside Timmy's bumhole. It hurt a lot at first, and Timmy didn't like doing it that much, but Danny sure did, and kept trying until finally Timmy realized that after a little bit it didn't hurt anymore, and in fact it felt really good. It was especially easy if you made sure to put a lot of spit on it first, and pretty soon Timmy got really good at taking it inside his butt. Sometimes Danny would do it for what seemed like forever, and the whole time it felt good to Timmy, except it never satisfied Timmy. Playing with his own pee-pee did. Eventually there would come a feeling that was best of all-Danny called this "coming"--, and the best-of-all feeling came really fast if Danny sucked on Timmy's pee-pee. But the best-of-all feeling never came when Danny put his pee-pee up Timmy's hole. It always felt like it was just around the corner, but it never came. Danny had showed Timmy a lot of things. It was Danny who told Timmy about what an enema bag was. There was one in Timmy's bathroom under the sink, but he never knew what it was for until Danny showed him one night. They had gone into the bathroom and shut the door, and Danny showed Timmy how to fill the bottle and use it to put water up your bum so it would be nice and clean for playing with. Timmy thought that was a great idea, and it felt neat, too. But of course that was a long time ago to Timmy. Danny and Timmy had been playing for so long now that it was becoming boring to Timmy. Timmy needed more, although he wasn't sure exactly why. But whatever the reason, he was sure of one thing: he thought about doing it with grandpa, and he thought about it because of seeing grandpa naked. Timmy spent a lot of weekends with his grandparents, and it had happened one Sunday. Timmy's grandma went to church every Sunday. Sometimes Timmy went with her, but most of the time he stayed home with grandpa. Timmy's grandpa had just gotten back from a hunting trip and was sleeping when grandma went off to church. Timmy was afraid she would make him go with her because grandpa was sleeping, but she didn't. "Your grandpa is still sleeping. He should be waking up any time now, but don't go waking him up before he wants to. He drove a long ways last night and needs his rest." But after she left, Timmy had gotten bored real fast, so he went looking to see if grandpa was still sleeping. He quietly opened the door to grandma & grandpa's bedroom, and that was when he saw grandpa lying on the bed, completely naked. Immediately the exciting feeling came over him, the same feeling he got when he and Danny played sex games at night when they were supposed to be sleeping. Timmy's pee- pee got hard right away, and he stood very still, breathing a little hard. Grandpa's clothes were lying in a pile next to his side of the bed, and Timmy could see his white underwear lying on top of the pile. Grandpa was lying on his back, snoring loudly. Timmy's grandpa was a very large man, at least to Timmy, and with a voice that sounded just as big. He always reminded Timmy a little bit of Santa Claus, except his beard wasn't nearly as bushy. Grandpa only had a little bit of hair on his head, but he did have a beard, and the rest of his body was covered in hair too. Grandpa's beard was getting real white, but the rest of his body hair was either dark or gray. It always looked like he was real strong to Timmy, even though he was more than a little bit fat. Grandpa had a big round belly, but he also had very strong arms and a barrel chest. His legs were really thick too. But, of course, the reason Timmy was so excited to see grandpa completely naked was that now he could see grandpa's thing. It was right out in the open, and since it was bright daylight, Timmy had no trouble seeing it. He moved closer to the bed to get a better look, a little nervous that grandpa would wake up & catch him looking, but he figured he could handle grandpa if he did. Grandpa never got mad at Timmy, and Timmy could just say he was seeing if he was asleep or not. Timmy thought grandpa must have the biggest pee-pee of any man, ever. It was surrounded by a thick patch of dark gray hair, and it looked like an elephant's trunk. There was something funny about it, and Timmy realized it was covered with skin, all the way to the end. Timmy's pee-pee (and Danny's, too) had what looked like a little acorn on the end of it, but grandpa's was ten times the size and had soft- looking skin that covered the tip. And his balls.! His balls were huge, maybe the size of two eggs. In fact, they almost hung down to the bed between grandpa's legs, while his pee-pee lay big and fat to one side, as if it was pointing at Timmy. Timmy realized he was shaking in excitement as he stood there & looked at it, and he got kind of nervous about grandpa waking up, so slowly he backed out of the room and closed the door again. Timmy watched TV until he heard grandpa get up, and he ran into the kitchen to see if he could catch grandpa on the way to the bathroom. Sure enough, he was standing in the hall. He had put on his white briefs again, and Timmy couldn't help but notice how they bulged out. When he ran over to give grandpa a hug, he was sure he felt grandpa's pee-pee pressed up against his chest. 2 Weeks went by, and Timmy grew more and more preoccupied with the idea of grandpa's pee-pee. He even told Danny about it, and Danny got real excited and told him all about how to take care of it if he ever got to play with it. "Make sure you are ready for when it shoots," Danny said. "It will come out real fast, like a squirt gun, and there will be a lot of it. Just whatever you do, make sure not to stop or else you'll ruin it and it won't feel good for him." Then Danny made a shocking announcement: "I play with my daddy's all the time!" "You liar!" Timmy said, but he knew Danny was telling the truth. "How come you never told me about that before?" "Daddy said I shouldn't tell anybody, and if I did he would get in trouble, so I never said anything. Swear you won't tell!" Timmy did swear. Danny told him all about the things he did with his daddy, and Timmy was enthralled. Danny said he made his daddy shoot come a lot of ways, by just playing with his pee-pee, or sucking on it, or even letting his daddy put it up his bum just like him and Timmy. Timmy couldn't believe it. "Doesn't it hurt?" he asked. "Yeah, it hurts a lot," Danny admitted, "But he puts a lot of stuff on it, slippery stuff that helps, and if he goes real slow, he can get it all in and it stops hurting. If he keeps doing it, I start coming, only it feels like it never stops. It used to be he couldn't do it long enough without shooting too fast, but now he's real good at making it last, and he gets me to the good part every time." "Why does stuff come out of your daddy when he comes? Nothing comes out of us when we do," Timmy asked. "Cause he's grown up, dummy! Once you get old enough, it shoots when you come. The stuff is real white, and when it goes inside a girl, it makes a baby." Timmy asked about the come. "Where does it all go inside you?" "Right up my bum, idiot! Sometimes I have to run to the bathroom right after we do it, but I don't care cause it feels so good. And he makes all these funny noises!" Then Danny started making all sorts of sounds, like a bear, or someone who stubbed their toe. Timmy laughed and said he was making it all up, but Danny swore it was true, and Timmy knew it probably was. "It's kinda gross at first, but when it all comes out, that means it's at the part where it feels really good for daddy. The only bad thing is, after it all comes out, he has to stop." "What about when you put his thing in your mouth? Does it come then?" "Yeah, and he really likes it if it goes in my mouth, I guess it feels better that way. At first I didn't like it, then I started to like the taste. Now I really like it a lot, and I swallow it all." They did it that night again, with Danny putting his pee-pee up Timmy's bum. They had been doing it quite some time when Danny said "This is how daddy sounds." and started making the noises again. As Danny went "Awwww!" and "Oooooooo!", the boys laughed until they heard footsteps in the hallway. Quickly quieting down and pulling up their underwear, they laid there as Timmy's daddy opened the door and told the boys to quiet down and stop wrestling. 3 It was after that night with Danny that Timmy knew he had to play with grandpa's pee-pee. If Danny could do it, then he could to it, too. He wasn't too keen on trying it with daddy. He was rarely alone with daddy, and daddy was never asleep or undressed when they were. Besides, daddy was way more strict than grandpa. Grandpa let him get away with just about anything, whereas daddy would yell about certain stuff, like jumping on the bed or staying up late at night watching TV. So Timmy became more preoccupied with getting somewhere with grandpa. Every weekend, when he would stay at grandma & grandpa's house and long for the time he could see grandpa naked again. His plan was to wait until grandma went to church and then sneak into the bedroom to look at grandpa sleeping, but most of the time grandpa was already up, and Timmy grew more and more disappointed. One weekend he was thrilled when grandpa was still sleeping after grandma left, but when he opened the door, grandpa was lying there in a white tank top and his white briefs. Timmy still looked, but it just wasn't the same. Finally Timmy's big chance came, and Timmy wasn't even expecting it. Once again, grandpa had been gone all week to his hunting cabin, and wasn't even supposed to be home. But when Timmy woke up Sunday morning, grandma told him "You don't have to go to church with me if you don't want to, grandpa came home last night from hunting." Timmy's heart leapt-after all, it was just like the last time he saw grandpa's pee-pee. He said he was sleepy and would go back to bed, but the minute grandma was out the door, Timmy was up out of bed. Still wearing only his shorts, he raced down the hall. He stood outside the door to the bedroom and listened, and sure enough grandpa was sleeping soundly. As he slowly opened the door, he started shaking again. Grandpa was bare naked! He was lying on his belly, and Timmy could see his bum. He also wasn't wearing any shirt this time; it was perfect. Timmy stood there for what seemed like forever, waiting for grandpa to roll over onto his back. He waited and waited, looking at the clock next to grandma & grandpa's bed. Twenty minutes had gone by, and Timmy was getting really tired of looking at grandpa's bum, when suddenly the big man finally flopped onto his back. There it was again, grandpa's pee-pee. Finally Timmy could look at it. He wasn't sure if he dared do anything more, but this could be his only chance to look at it again, so he pushed the door all the way open and went inside the bedroom. Timmy didn't know how long he stood there looking at grandpa, but he felt like he could have looked all day. It had been months since he first saw it, but he would swear grandpa's thing was even bigger than he remembered. As he stared at grandpa's pee-pee, it seemed like it was moving very slightly, with grandpa's breath. Each time grandpa's belly rose and fell with his snoring, his pee-pee would wiggle just a little bit. Timmy was startled once when grandpa's snoring stopped for a second and he shifted on the bed, but grandpa was still asleep, he had just moved his arm up over his eyes. Now Timmy could see the gray hair in his armpit, too, but Timmy didn't care about that. The best thing of all happened next. Grandpa reached down in his sleep and scratched his big balls, and his pee-pee shifted even more. When grandpa's snoring started again, Timmy could see the tip of grandpa's thing. It was peeking out of the wrinkled skin around his pee-pee, and as Timmy watched breathlessly, grandpa's pee-pee began to get bigger and bigger. He was getting hard right before Timmy's eyes! It started very slowly. In fact, Timmy could only tell it was happening because of that pink tip that started showing more and more. Now he could see the hole in the tip where pee came out, just like Timmy had. It twitched a little, but stayed like that for what seemed like a long time. Timmy didn't think it was going to get any bigger, until suddenly grandpa's pee-pee jumped a couple of times. Timmy was spellbound now, as little by little grandpa's big pee- pee got harder and harder, slowly moving and twitching. The pink head peeked ever further out, and suddenly grandpa's pee-pee wasn't lying on his hip anymore. It was still pointing at Timmy, but now it was bouncing in the air, and it only took another minute before it started pointing up toward grandpa's belly. Finally it was standing up big and hard, the soft skin still bunched up around the tip, but now the pink tip of grandpa's pee-pee was poking out pretty far. Now Timmy got to see what a grown man's pee-pee looked like when it was hard. Timmy wasn't close enough to touch it, but it looked like if he did, it would almost be as big around as a soda can. At least, that's what it looked like to Timmy. Just the thought of touching grandpa's pee-pee made Timmy tingle all over, but he didn't dare do that. Grandpa might get mad. Grandpa was still snoring, but it hitched up for a second and grandpa's hand reached down and scratched his balls again. This time, however, he did something else that delighted Timmy. He reached up and tugged on his pee-pee, pulling down toward his balls. This moved the wrinkled skin all the way down and made the pink tip come all the way out. Now Timmy could see it was just like his own, except for that skin-and except for the size, of course. The tip looked a little sticky, too. It was shiny, as if it was a little wet. Grandpa's snoring returned as his hand dropped away, and Timmy realized he could smell something. He wasn't sure what it was, but it made him feel kind of dizzy. He stepped closer to the bed, and the smell was stronger. Instinctively, Timmy knew it was grandpa's pee-pee that he could smell, and he leaned a little closer just to be sure. Just like he thought, he could smell it real good now. It smelled bad to Timmy, and that was the confusing part. It smelled bad, but he wanted to keep smelling it. Danny had this same kind of smell between his legs, but it was ten times stronger on grandpa, and different too. It made Timmy's pee-pee even harder. Suddenly he knew he would have to touch it. He reached out ever so gently and dragged just one finger lightly over the big barrel of grandpa's pee-pee. Timmy jerked his hand back when grandpa's thing jumped quickly, and he was a little scared because now it didn't sound like grandpa was snoring at all, just breathing really, really hard. What if he was close to waking up? What's worse, stuff started to drip out of the tip of grandpa's pee-pee, and Timmy was sure he had made grandpa start peeing, which would certainly get Timmy in trouble if grandpa woke up. Timmy was scared to move, and he stood there for a few more minutes. The stuff didn't drip anymore, in fact it didn't really go anywhere, just into the folds of skin around grandpa's thing, so Timmy wasn't too upset about it. He knew he had to get out of there before grandpa woke up, but he wanted to touch it one more time, so he reached out again, this time putting his fingers around the middle of the big round tube. He didn't squeeze down too hard, but held it carefully, just enough to get a feel for it. The skin was velvety soft, but the whole thing felt hard as a rock, and grandpa made a deep, dreamy sound when Timmy made contact with it. More stuff drooled out of the tip of his pee-pee, and Timmy began to realize it wasn't pee. The stuff coming out of his pee-pee was clear, and there were little bits of white stuff in the folds of skin and under the tip of grandpa's thing. Timmy thought about what Danny told him about come, and he wondered if this was it. Lightly, Timmy moved the skin up and down grandpa's pee-pee, and more stuff came out, just a little bit at a time. It was clear and runny, and Timmy figured that might be what he was smelling. Then Timmy did something really daring. He took the tip of his finger and touched it to the pink tip of grandpa's pee-pee, getting some of the stuff on his finger. He brought it back to his nose and inhaled, and the feeling that came over him was incredible. He never smelled anything like it before, and even though it smelled bad, it also smelled good, and this he didn't really understand. Once more his hand returned to grandpa's pee-pee, and the dreamy sounds came out of grandpa again. He got bolder, holding it more firmly and moving his hand up and down the way he knew felt good, at least on his own pee-pee. Grandpa's dick was so hard it felt like it had a bunch of ridges underneath the skin, like corrugated cardboard. Timmy stroked it slowly up and down, just like he did his own and just like he did to Danny, only grandpa's pee-pee was much, much bigger than the two of them put together, and Timmy had to hold it carefully. Timmy was overwhelmed with excitement. Grandpa was making more and more sounds now, and his hips were moving a little bit, but even more exciting was that Timmy began to realize that grandpa wasn't asleep anymore. He couldn't believe he had the nerve to grab hold of grandpa's pee-pee like this, but even more amazing was that grandpa was allowing him. Just like Timmy thought, grandpa's arm slowly slid away from his face and he was looking at Timmy. Timmy could see him out of the corner of his eye, only Timmy kept looking at grandpa's big pee-pee. He was a little embarrassed now that grandpa's eyes were open, but grandpa slid his hands over his own chest and down to his thighs. Then his left hand slid over Timmy's back lovingly, and Timmy knew everything was OK. Grandpa slid his hand over Timmy's naked back and slipped his fingers under the waistband of Timmy's shorts. While Timmy slid his hands through the thick hair around grandpa's dick, and caressed his hairy balls, grandpa pulled down Timmy's shorts and let them drop to the floor. He pulled Timmy closer to the bed and moved aside a little, and Timmy took the cue and jumped right up into bed with grandpa. Up close, Timmy really got a good look at grandpa's cock. He was mesmerized by the motion of the skin, and the sheer size of it made him shiver. Timmy's hand looked so small on the big pee-pee, and his fingers didn't even come close to going all the way around. But it was the smell that really drove Timmy wild. It didn't smell so bad to him anymore, and he stopped stroking long enough to put his nose right up close to it and give it a good sniff. Timmy's own pee-pee jumped real hard when he did, and Timmy leaned over so that the soft skin of grandpa's pee-pee was against his cheek. Timmy knew he wanted to suck on grandpa's pee-pee, but he was still not sure if grandpa wanted him to. Grandpa moaned as Timmy placed small kisses all over his thing, and more slippery stuff was leaking out of the end, so Timmy took that as a sign that it was OK. Delicately, he kissed the wrinkled skin at the tip, and grandpa groaned even louder as Timmy's tongue brushed over the opening. Timmy savored the taste of grandpa's slippery juice. It wasn't bad at all, and Timmy wanted more, so he gripped grandpa's dick and pulled the skin down further, exposing the pink tip hiding inside. It was pink but covered with white clumps of something, and Timmy gently licked at it. It tasted bad, but just like before, he wanted more anyway. Grandpa liked it even more when Timmy opened his mouth wide and engulfed the big acorn- shaped head, his tongue swirling around to lick off all the white cheesy stuff. Timmy's mouth watered like crazy now, and he pulled off for a second to examine grandpa's thing again. The pink tip had turned a darker color, and Timmy could see it pulsing more clear liquid out into the folds of skin. He pulled down even further and now he could see underneath the helmet-shaped head of grandpa's thing. Timmy was delighted to see that there was even more white stuff underneath there. In fact, there was a lot of the flaky white stuff, and Timmy dug his tongue right in, feeling it all collect on his slippery tongue as he licked it out from under the head. Grandpa was watching Timmy and stroking his back, moaning softly. Every once in a while his pee-pee would jump, and Timmy would have to get a better hold on it to keep it still, while warm liquid oozed over his tongue. Finally he dove back down onto the head, his mouth stretched so wide to take in as much of grandpa as he could. It wasn't as much as he would have liked-after all, he could fit all of Danny's pee-pee in his mouth-but it was also clear that grandpa liked what he was doing, so that was OK. He moved into the up-and-down motion that he knew was best, and grandpa began to wriggle with delight. Grandpa's big hand slipped down to Timmy's bare bum and stroked it softly, finally cupping it and grabbing on firmly. Timmy's bum almost fit right in the palm of grandpa's hand. One of grandpa's fingers was wiggling up against Timmy's hole and driving him crazy. Timmy thought dreamily that just one of grandpa's fingers was as big as Danny's little dick, so what would it feel like up there? It was making him remember what he had thought about while getting fucked by Danny.would a bigger one feel better? Grandpa's breathing was really heavy, and they had settled into a steady rhythm of Timmy sucking on the end of his pee- pee and pulling up and down with both his hands on the rest of it. Timmy couldn't remember being so excited, he loved the way grandpa's big thing felt in his hands, so thick and warm and hard, yet smooth and rubbery at the same time. It was even more exciting to put his mouth on it, because he knew this was a secret, sexy thing to do. It felt good when Danny did it to him, and he liked doing it to Danny, but grandpa's was so much bigger! Sucking on grandpa's pee-pee like this, Timmy was now surrounded by the smell. Mostly it all just seemed wet now, because of his spit, but he could still taste the flavor of the stuff he had dug out from around grandpa's pee-pee head, and even though it was kind of gross, it was kind of exciting too. The clear liquid still streamed into his mouth, and Timmy wondered if that was what Danny had meant by "come"-although Danny said there was a definite explosion and it looked like a squirt gun. Timmy was just beginning to wonder if there was something wrong with grandpa's pee-pee when suddenly grandpa made a loud noise and his legs started to shake. Timmy knew what was happening, this was the big explosion that Danny had told him about, and he pulled off of grandpa's pee-pee to see it. As grandpa began to wiggle around on the bed, he started making loud gasping sounds, and Timmy pointed his pee-pee straight up in the air while jerking up and down on it real fast. Grandpa was harder than ever, and the skin was real tight on his weiner all of sudden. At first, all Timmy saw was a bunch of clear liquid run out of the pee hole. Then the clear stuff turned white, and there was a little "pop". The first spurt was small and just popped out of the tip, and the second one didn't do much more either. Timmy was starting to think it was really disappointing, when all of a sudden grandpa's whole body shook, and he let out a huge roar just like Danny had warned him about. But what happened next made Timmy's mouth drop open in awe. A huge, long gusher of white fluid blasted out of grandpa's pee-pee, which was twitching and jumping in Timmy's hands now. It was almost like firing out of a water gun, and Timmy heard a tiny "ping" as it touched the glass domes of the lights on the ceiling fan on the ceiling over grandpa's bed. Grandpa continued to groan, but Timmy remembered what Danny had said about not stopping, so he kept it up. The remaining gushers were nowhere near as strong as the first one, but they were whiter and there was more of it. These ones looked like when you turned on a water fountain. They spurted back onto grandpa's belly and made Timmy's hands wet. Timmy's jerking motions even made some of it splash onto his face. Then it was over. Grandpa's body relaxed instantly, and he put his arms back behind his head, with a faraway look on his face. He watched Timmy playing with his wiggling pee-pee, which was getting smaller again. Timmy held it in one hand while he played with the puddles of white stuff that had shot out of grandpa. Danny had mentioned the taste.so Timmy brought his fingers to his lips and tasted. Like the stuff under grandpa's extra skin, this stuff smelled funny and tasted even funnier. But just like before, Timmy wanted more. He leaned over and squeezed grandpa's pee-pee until more of it ran out the tip, and Timmy licked it up right away. There was more of it, all over grandpa's big belly and even up on his chest, but grandpa pulled Timmy up to his face and hugged him, smearing it between their bodies. Grandpa kissed him softly on his face, in a way that grandpa had never kissed Timmy before, and Timmy felt like he was glowing. "Where did you learn this stuff, Timmy? What made you do this to grandpa?" he said. "You're not mad, are you?" Timmy said cautiously. "No, no, I'm not mad at all. It's just.well, you're such a little boy, and usually boys don't even think about this stuff until they're much older, and it's usually even longer before they actually do any of it." Timmy blushed a little and giggled. He felt funny talking about the stuff he did with Danny, but he figured he didn't have to be embarrassed about it. After all, grandpa had just let him play with his pee-pee, and shot stuff all over the place, so that was the same thing. So Timmy told him all about it, about how he started playing pee-pees with Danny, sucking each other, and finally how Danny had started putting his pee-pee up Timmy's bum. While Timmy talked, he held onto grandpa's big thing, which was now soft and sticky, but grandpa listened close while Timmy was talking, stroking Timmy's back and rubbing his hair gently. Timmy was a little surprised when he realized that grandpa was getting hard again. After all, Danny had told him that once a grown man shot his stuff out, it was all over. Timmy wasn't about to question it though, and he tugged gently at it as it got bigger and bigger in his hand. The whole time Timmy was talking, he had hardly noticed that grandpa's hand was clamped over his butt again, his finger digging into the hole again and making the warm tingly feelings come. Grandpa must have gotten his finger wet, because Timmy felt the tip of his finger slipping easily inside his hole, and he instinctively relaxed the way he had learned with Danny. Grandpa shifted in the bed and reared up onto his knees, and Timmy thrilled to see his big pee-pee wagging in front of him like a flashlight, his big balls hanging down almost to the bed. He had never seen grandpa like this before, ever, not even when looking at him naked in bed. Grandpa rolled Timmy over onto his belly and pushed him up further on the bed, and then suddenly grandpa's face was buried in Timmy's butt. Timmy cried out in pleasure and also because it was ticklish. After all, grandpa did have a beard! As grandpa's tongue wiggled around Timmy's butthole, grandpa held onto Timmy's hips and pulled him harder into his face. In no time at all grandpa's tongue had pushed right into Timmy's hole! Suddenly the feelings were on Timmy, and stronger than ever before. He wriggled and gasped as grandpa stuck his tongue deeper and deeper. This was so much better than anything he had ever done! Grandpa pushed and pushed, moving his tongue in and out, sometimes pulling it all the way out & licking all over Timmy's butt cheeks, then diving back into his butthole with his tongue, stretching it wider and wider. "Do me!" cried Timmy, a little nervous at saying such a thing to grandpa, but he couldn't help it. He had heard the expression before, and it sounded a little nicer than some of the other things he'd heard (like the "F" word). Grandpa kept using his tongue, so Timmy cried out again, "Do me! Put your pee-pee in my hole!" Instead of getting mad, grandpa groaned deeply, making Timmy's whole lower body vibrate (because his mouth was right on Timmy's hole, after all). Timmy's whole body moved as grandpa pulled off and slid up until his big fat pee-pee was lying between Timmy's butt cheeks. He was going to do it! Timmy felt grandpa's big hands pull his cheeks apart, and grandpa moaned loudly again when he saw Timmy's hole. Timmy hoped everything was OK, but he figured that meant grandpa liked what he saw. He heard grandpa spitting in his hand and felt grandpa smear the spit all over his pee-pee. He thought of how big it was and he was a little scared, but he remembered that Danny was doing it with his dad. If Danny could do it, Timmy sure could! Grandpa pushed and Timmy felt the very tip start to go inside. That wasn't bad at all. Then grandpa pushed again and the whole tip went inside. Timmy felt it pop into his butthole, which clamped down behind the big acorn head. Timmy was suddenly gripped with the most tremendous pain he ever felt, and he cried out. It was so slippery that Timmy couldn't stop it, it was inside before he even knew what hit him. He sucked his breath in and out and tried to stop the pain, but it was too much for him and Timmy screamed out loud. Grandpa stayed right where he was while Timmy wriggled and cried. It had never hurt this bad with Danny, and of course Danny's thing was ten times smaller than grandpa's. It all happened so fast, but Timmy couldn't believe what happened next. He figured since he cried that grandpa would pull out and it would all be over, but instead grandpa pushed his pee-pee even deeper inside of Timmy. Grandpa had one hand on Timmy's back and was holding him still while the other hand was clamped hard on Timmy's hip. He could hardly move, and it hurt. Timmy never once told grandpa to stop. He was scared to say that, since he had been the one that had asked grandpa to do this. Even more so, he didn't think grandpa would have stopped anyway. Grandpa was suddenly different. He wasn't like he usually was, there was something scary about him. Timmy felt his pee-pee moving in and out of him now, it felt huge, but as Timmy twisted his head around with tears in his eyes, he could see that grandpa was just moving the very top part of his big thing in and out. Timmy didn't think he could take much more of it, but at least grandpa was only sticking the top part in for now. Suddenly grandpa pulled out and Timmy's butthole squeezed shut again. That was good and Timmy sighed in relief. Grandpa was spitting on his hand and slicking up his pee-pee again, and this time Timmy rolled onto his back, thinking maybe he would have second thoughts about letting grandpa put it back inside. Grandpa, however, grabbed hold of Timmy's legs and lifted them back, exposing his butthole once again. Timmy felt him put the end of his pee-pee at his hole, and then he pushed inside again. It felt slippery and it went right in. Even better, it didn't hurt as much. Timmy still cried out when it went back inside of him, but now he could see grandpa more easily. It was better now that he could watch him, and as grandpa adjusted himself and his big thing pushed even deeper into Timmy, Timmy thought about all those times he had thought about this happening, and his own pee-pee got hard as a rock. Grandpa leaned forward and put his hands on the bed, holding himself up over top of Timmy while he pumped up and down with his hips. Timmy could mostly only see grandpa's hairy chest, and he reached up and ran his hands through all that gray and white and black hair. Grandpa made a low noise that sounded like a growl and Timmy felt his pee-pee get even bigger inside of him. Timmy's legs were way up over his head now, further than he even knew he could stretch them, and he could see his own pee-pee, with grandpa's furry groin moving just behind it. Timmy couldn't tell how much of that big pee-pee was inside of him, but he knew by now it was a lot. It was poking way up inside of him now. The strange thing was that even though it hurt, Timmy could feel a wonderful tingling in his butt hole and in his little thing. It felt like stretching, and it got stronger and stronger the more grandpa moved his thing in and out of Timmy. Timmy was fascinated with grandpa's body. Finally given access to every part of him, Timmy felt confident in places he could touch grandpa. Feeling grandpa's hairy chest was fun, and he touched grandpa's pink nipples too. This made grandpa groan even louder, and Timmy knew it was the right thing to do. Grandpa started pumping even faster, and something happened to Timmy. Suddenly he felt a whoosh inside of him. It felt just like when Danny was pumping his butt, only a hundred times better. Timmy realized he was way past the point where his good feelings peaked with Danny. Grandpa was taking him a lot further. Timmy was crying out again, only this time it was because it felt good. Better than good. Suddenly it was the best feeling Timmy had ever had. His legs hooked around grandpa's waist as best they could, and he tightened them as the feelings grew and grew. He could feel his hole squeezing and squeezing, and he was breathing really hard. Grandpa was huffing and puffing too, and it sounded like he was grunting and saying little bits of words that made no sense to Timmy. His pee-pee was so far inside of Timmy now that Timmy could feel his big balls pressed up against his bum. Timmy yelled out; the good feelings seemed to force it out of him, and Timmy thought of fireworks exploding like he always did. Then it was over for him, he felt them getting smaller and smaller until the motion of grandpa's pee-pee was just a pleasant tingle again. But grandpa was still pumping and grunting. Dreamy from the joy of what had just happened to him, Timmy reached up and put his fingers around each of grandpa's nipples and tickled them. Suddenly grandpa groaned and pumped even faster. Timmy squeezed a little harder and grandpa yelled even louder. Finally grandpa gasped frantically, "Awww, honey I'm gonna come! Honey, I'm gonna COME here comes my NUT, baby! AWWWWW!" Timmy felt grandpa freeze, his pee-pee as deep inside of him as it would go, and as grandpa held him still, he felt a movement inside of him, a sudden push. He thought of how far grandpa's stream of stuff had shot the first time, it had been all the way up to the ceiling almost! Timmy imagined it shooting inside of him that hard, over and over. Grandpa gasped and gasped, and suddenly Timmy's stomach growled very loudly. It felt like he should run to the bathroom really fast, but grandpa was still holding him tight. After grandpa finished, he pulled his thing out of Timmy right away, and there was a loud noise that sounded like a fart. Timmy laughed until he realized stuff was leaking out of his butt hole. He suddenly sat up and looked down to see a wet puddle underneath of him. Grandpa just laughed. "Don't worry Timmy, that's just grandpa's stuff. We'll wipe it up in a minute. Come up here and give grandpa a hug, honey." Timmy cuddled up to grandpa's big chest and sighed deeply. "That was great, grandpa." "Yes it was, honey. I haven't felt like that in years." Timmy was confused about one thing. "Grandpa?" "Hmmm?" "What did you mean when you said your nut was comin'?" Grandpa just laughed again, even harder than before. "That's just a silly thing that men say when they're about to shoot their load." "You mean come?" Timmy asked. "Yes, come. That's when all the stuff shoots out of your dick." Timmy clucked. "I know," he whined, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "How come you were able to do it twice in a row?" he wondered. "Why do you ask that, Timmy?" grandpa responded. "Well, Danny told me that a man can only shoot stuff once and then it's over." "Some men can shoot it more than once Timmy, especially if they're really excited. I used to always be able to shoot it twice, sometimes three or four times, but the older you get the harder it is to do that. I was really excited so I was able to do it again." Timmy thought it over. "I'm glad you did it more than once" he announced. He thought momentarily before his next question. "Could you do it again?" Grandpa chuckled "Ohhh, Timmy.I'm an old man! And besides, your grandma could come home from church soon and we need to be up and dressed before she does." Timmy pouted playfully. "Tell you what, Timmy. We'll go take a shower together, me and you, at the same time. How would you like that?" "Yeah!" Timmy shouted. "Then afterwards, we can get dressed, and we'll go down into grandpa's shop in the basement. That way we'll be down there and we'll be able to hear if grandma comes home. I'll pull down my pants and you can play with it all you like until she gets home. We may even be able to get it to shoot again. Would you like that, Timmy?" "Uh huh!" Timmy nodded. "Let's get going then, tiger." Timmy walked naked with grandpa into the bathroom and as grandpa leaned over to start the shower, he looked at grandpa's thing. It was soft again, but it was still pretty big, and it looked a little darker now that they'd been playing with it so much. Grandpa let Timmy wash it for him real good, and grandpa washed Timmy all over, including his little bum hole, which was still leaking grandpa's juice. After they were done, they dried off and got dressed, but just like grandpa promised they went downstairs into the basement shop, where grandpa pulled down his pants and leaned back on the old couch he had sitting down there. Timmy sat between his legs and played and played, sucking and pulling on grandpa while grandpa told him how to do it best, how to use his hands to work the bottom half while he sucked the top, how to cradle grandpa's big balls as he sucked. As Timmy triumphed and grandpa excitedly shot right into his mouth, Timmy knew this was something that he and grandpa would do over and over again. He couldn't wait to tell Danny all about it. Timmy was really glad he'd had the nerve to be a bad little boy after all.