Date: Wed, 03 May 2023 19:36:25 +0000
From: smokingpervbear@proton.me
Subject: Grampa's-Friends-01

This story is completely fictional. Any references to real names, places
and situations are accidental and are made to be enjoyed. I do not
condone any of the actions that are described herein.

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Smokingpervbear@proton.me


Chapter 1

"I need to pee, Grampa Tom!, Like really bad", I pleaded.
Grampa Tom sat next to me in the car. He drove as always with his hand on
my leg, his little finger occasionally tickling at my groin. His hands
were impossibly huge and they dwarfed my own. His whole hand could almost
wrap around and under my thigh. His thick, rough hands always felt so
good caressing my skin. His hands connected to large forearms earned in
the military. He was a big guy for sure. Not fat per se but he took up
the seating space and a bit of mine in the car. He was bearded with a
close cropped haircut, both areas were white other than the
yellowing beard and he wore black rimmed glasses.

And as with most drives to and from the penitentiary to see my dad, he
chainsmoked there and back, a Marlboro dangling from his mouth.
      "Ok" he replied "If you can hold it another 10mins, I know
      a place you can go". He placed his cigarette to his lips,
      fished out his phone, his fingers racing across the screen.

Eventually and what seemed like an age, we pulled up to a public
park restroom. He stopped the car and kept the engine running.
"Ok", he said "in you go"

"Are you not coming with me?" I asked

"You're a big boy now! You're 9! And if you're not out in 15
minutes, I know you got busy. You know the way home?"

I curled my lip and furrowed my brow in confusion.

"I guess...", I retorted as I swung the door open. I hopped out
and gently closed the door. I looked at my Grampa and he winked at
me. He put the car into gear, reversed and made off.


      The public restroom looked old and unused. Dry leaves
      surrounded the dark exterior and a line of trees and low
      bushed obscured the building from any paths and roads running
      alongside it. I walked up and through the metal security
      door. I presumed at one point it had been an ornate wooden
      door but had succumbed to vandalism and breakage over time.

      The inside was cold and smelled of dank. That musty smell you
      get from old mops and dusty brick. I located the metal urinal
      on the far side, unzipped and let out an exhilarating stream
      of piss that seemed to never end. I got some on my hand and
      duly licked it off. My Grampa's piss was nicer in taste, for
      sure.
No sooner was I mid-stream, I heard the thud of heavy boots come
through entrance of the restroom. I didn't turn to look but the
footsteps stopped at the far end and I heard the stranger sniff.
The boots turned on their heels and he left. Phew! The metal door
suddenly grinded to a close and the bolt was turned to lock it. The
stranger returned inside and made his way to the urinal right
beside me. This time, I decided to look. The man was impossibly
tall, as wide as the 2 man urinal and he heaved inside his dark red
overalls. He was wall to wall muscle. Thick tattooed forearms grew
out of his upturned sleeves and dirty hands unzipped and searched
for his cock. He flopped out one of the most average cocks I had
ever seen, and I had seen a few in my time. He shifted a couple of
times and, at last, let out a heavy stream of piss. The flow
rattled and drummed against the metallic urinal, splashing drops
everywhere and across his filthy black boots. I looked up at this
point. Good glory!
He was a bear of a man. His hair was balding with tufts at the
temples and sides and his beard was thick and straggly. He held his
cock in his right hand and with the other, he removed a cigarette
packet from his chest pocket. He lipped out a cigarette and
replaced the packet. He fished out a lighter. For the first time,
he looked at me. His eyes were dark and black. Heavy eyebrows
blocked out the light from the window above. He never took his eyes
off me as he lit the cigarette and inhaled deeply. He removed the
cigarette and leaned against the wall. But this point his piss had
ended and he was shaking it to disregard any last drops. I was
still staring at his face. He turned away and took another deep
inhale. He hadn't yet stowed his meat and this confused me
momentarily. Instead he had started jacking his cock which in a
matter of moments, had engorged very impressively. It swelled
greatly and had taken a deep red/purple colour and it jutted out
with a nice up-turn. It wasn't long and missile-like as my
Grampa's. It was really thick and the head glistened. With every
movement, the skin retracted around and behind the glans further
and further back.
By this time, I had tented in my shorts and my cock strained
against the material.
The stranger noticed and placed the cig to his lips. He bent over
and gave my cock a squeeze. He cupped my balls in his huge hands
leaving a dirty greasy stain on the white material. It was painful
to not just drop my pants and let him jack me off.
He turned completely to face me and moved his hand to my face. He
stroked the side of my cheek and moved his thumb across my lips. I
couldn't move. The situation had me paralysed in excitement and
fear. His thumb gently parted my lips and he inserted it into my
mouth. Instinctively, I started sucking on it. The heady
greasy aroma on his hands, just like my Grampa's, reminded me of
our routine. He thumbed my mouth for a few seconds. It tasted of
smoke and grease like from a garage. Then he moved his hand around
the back of my head. He pulled me down to my knees and closer
toward his cock and I immediately took the helmet into my mouth. I
could taste the familiar sweetness of precum oozing out of the end.
It hit my tongue and my mouth reacted accordingly. I took the whole
shaft into my throat and removed it gently and with enough cheeks
and tongue pressure to earn a groan from this stranger. I heard him
stamp out the extinguished cigarette and groaned deeply.  Like a
flash, my pace increased and I wrapped my hand around the shaft of
this strangers cock. My other hand found his loose hanging balls
and I massaged them the way my Grampa liked. I continued mauling
his cock but he suddenly stepped back, breathing heavily. A thick
trail of precum held aloft from his cock to my mouth for a
second or two. He let out a loud sigh and motioned toward the
toilet in the cubicle.
I followed him dutifully to the nearest one. He sat on the toilet
and ripped open his overalls to reveal a mat of hair on his chest.
His exposed belly heaved and expanded with every heavy breath. He
was certainly just like a bear! His nipples were pierced and these
piercings kept the overalls from closing over again. He motioned
with his thick forefinger from me to approach. Then he stopped me.
He just stared at me for a minute of two. His eyes on mine. Without
breaking eye contact he leaned forward and thumbed my shorts
elastic. He yanked them down on the ground and I stepped out of
them without being asked. He placed his hands on my waist and
pulled me close. We were face to face and I could smell his breath
as he exhaled in anticipation. He pulled me closer still and our
lips met. I was well practiced at this stage in kissing men with
tongues but I let him take charge. His thick beard tickled my mouth
and I felt his tongue press against my own. I parted my mouth
a little and he charged his tongue inside. His hand found the back
of my head and we kissed as he explored every inch of my mouth. His
other hand had found my cock and he was jacking me off feverishly.
I held his head in my hands unable to work my hand under or around
his thick belly to get to his cock.
He broke the kiss and leaned back against the back wall. He took me
in for a few seconds while he jacked his cock to a solid state
again. In no time, it was hard and swollen to extreme. Suddenly he
darted forward and lifted me by the butt to sit me on his belly. He
was really hot, sweaty and the heat radiated out around my balls
and thighs. His face had never changed expression this whole time.
It was animalistic. Determined and lustful. I had seen this look in
my Grampa before.
This whole time, he had never broken his gaze from me. He spat on
his hand and reached around me and smeared the thick saliva on my
ready butt. Still having some on it, he jacked his cock some more.
Then he gently and persuasively, lowered me down upon it. The head
momentarily resisted, but with a little push on my behalf his thick
mushroom head broke the seal. With a few more wiggles, I was sat
completely on his shaft. He placed his hands on my thighs and let
out a heavy sigh. He cupped my buttcheeks and stetched them to
allow him extra entrance. Then he lifted me and dropped me onto his
cock slowly at first. He continued to breathe in deep short
bursts, this accompanied a quickening of pace. He pumped my body
onto his cock like a some sort of human fleshlight. My hole ached
and stretched and accommodated this hot stranger as he pummelled my
insides. It felt as though his cock might explode out through my
bellybutton. I hadn't felt this invaded ever since my first time
with Grampa. In the meantime, he had taken to jacking my cock with
his huge thumb and finger. Beads of sweat formed and fell from his
balding head around his face. It became flushed and he moaned in
absolute pleasure. I knew the signs and I knew what was coming. I
grabbed his pierced nipples and yanked them hard. He yelled
in ecstasy and I felt his cock swell and with one final push, he
sent waves and waves of hot cum into my ass, coating the insides.
At the same time, my cock stiffened to its last and my cock erupted
in a glorious dry cum. I continued to ride his cock as he tensed
and shook in pleasure. I leaned in close to him and his darting
tongue invited me closer. He took my tongue hungrily and we
kissed. My mouth was wet from his sweat soaked beard and tongue
play he had just given me... then I felt the loud `schlopp' as is
dick fell out of my hole and struck the toilet seat.
He watched me as I sidled off his lap backwards and returned my
shorts their place. He sat there his cock dripping more juice onto
the floor and he lit a cigarette. He was exhausted and continued to
watch me as I approached and exited the cubicle door.
"You're a good boy, Christopher. Tell your Grampa, I said `hi"
"You know Grampa Tom?" I asked in shock.
"Yeah. He taught me everything I know and he told me what you
like" He replied, exhaling a large cloud of smoke. "Tell him he
can drop his car for service anytime he likes. It's on me if you
come along too".
I smiled and went to the restroom exit. That dirty old Grampa Tom.
I must remind him to service his car soon.