Date: Fri, 29 Nov 2019 15:43:26 +0000 (UTC) From: Jim Subject: Step Gramps Step Gramps Starting at ages 7 or 8 I spent many weekends and weeks with my step gramps. He was a rough looking man, grey hair in a flattop haircut, lean muscled from years of working. At first, he seemed very unfriendly, even gruff to me. He lived in a very urban, city setting, and I was a farm boy from a small town. The only thing I found interesting was that he had a huge wood working shop in his basement. Very kind of tool there was it seemed. He had told me to stay out of that room, but I could stand in the doorway to watch him work. After a few visits he would let me into the shop to help him. The first real change I noticed was that he often touched me casually. Hand on my head or shoulder, or my back. Even a few times on my leg as he helped m on a ladder. I enjoyed the changes; the touches gave me attention that I seldom received from anyone else. Then one day the first real change occurred. It was very hot, and he took his work shirt off and was wearing just the old style sleeveless under shirt (some called them a wifebeater style shirt). We were both wet with sweat. I was surprised when he took his undershirt off and started to wipe the sweat of his chest. I was so fascinated by his chest, it was covered in grey hair, with especially longer hairs around his nipples. I guess I was staring too intently at his nipples since he asked me what I was looking at. I told him I had never seen nipples as big as his, except for my mom's. He laughed, then said I must have enjoyed nursing them when I was a baby. He surprised me next by telling me to take my shirt off so he could wipe the sweat off my chest. He took his undershirt and used it to wipe of my chest, I still remember how rough his fingers felt on my smooth boy chest. Gramps handed me his undershirt and told me to wipe of his chest with it. It felt good to me, especially as my fingers touched his nipples and I realized they were hard. It surprised me even more that I heard him moan softly, then he took my hand of his chest and asked me if I remembered how I had sucked my mom's nipples. When I said yes, he asked me to suck on his. I remember not saying a thing, just putting my lips on his nipples and sucking them. It seemed as if I sucked for a long time, but I'm sure it was only minutes when he said we had to stop and clean up for the day. It was several days before I went into his shop again. I realize now there was no pretense of doing any work. Gramps just took both is shirts off and set down in an old chair he had in his shop. He told me to take my shirt off and come sit on his lap. I set down across lap and his hand went to my face and caress my cheeks and then my lips. He asked me to suck his nipples again but first he wanted me to kiss, then lick his nipples. I was not very good at it, but he was moaning again and told me to suck them. As I nursed at his nipples, he talked to me. Asked me if I enjoyed sucking his nipples like I did my mom's? And what were her nipples and her breasts were like? He had his hand on my head, I couldn't answer him. But I sensed he enjoyed what I was doing. He was still moaning softly, and he had started to move his hips as I set in his lap. It hard to believe, but I felt his hard cock as he moved and Had no idea what it was. This went on much longer than the last time, he kept moaning, then sighed softly and let his breath out faster took his hand of my off my head. I know now he had just cum off, but then I was just disappointed we had to stop. It was a week or so before I was back at gramps house. He was his usual self that night, he didn't say much and seemed grumpier than usual. I was very surprised the next morning when he told me to come down to his shop with him. Grams had left for the morning, so gramps made no pretense of doing any work. He just took his shirts of and sat down in his chair. Told me to take my shirt off and to come sit across his lap again. As soon as I set down, he started to caress my nips with his fingers. As rough as his hands were, it felt good to have him touch me. Gramps asked me if I liked what he was doing, and I said yes. He said that there was more we could do now and leaned his face down to my chest and started to lick and then suck on my nips. I could not believe how good it was making me feel. I had on a pair old khaki shorts, not real long but very loose and baggy on my legs. As gramps was starting to suck my nips a bit more, he started to move his fingers up the leg of my shorts. I had on a pair of the typical tight, white boy briefs and he was touching my cock and balls thru them. I had no idea what to do, but it all felt so good, I just relaxed and let it all happen. I knew gramps was enjoying what we were doing, he was moving his hips again and I could feel the hard bulge in his pants. Gramps stopped sucking my nipples and had me lean back so my head was on the arm of the chair and I was almost laying flat out across his lap. I felt him fumbling with the button on my shorts as he tried to open them. I raised my head up to see what he was doing, and he told me to lay back and keep my eyes closed. By then he had my shorts open and unzipped and was putting his hand inside them. I almost wanted him to stop I was so nervous but as his hand caressed my cock and balls thru my underwear, I jut went almost limp and let him do it. Then he moved his hand to the waistband of my underwear and just pulled them and my shorts down to my knees. The next few minutes were unbelievable for me. I felt my cock get wet; I'd felt his tongue on my nips before so I knew what it was. Gramps was licking my cock! Then it felt if I was wetting myself. My entire cock down to my balls was wet and warm. I raised my head up and saw that gramps had my cock down to my balls in his mouth. God it was so hot and wet and felt so good. Just as I was getting a god view of him sucking me, he pushed my head back and told me to keep my eyes closed. It felt so good, I just let him suck for what seemed forever. The next day we were back in his basement shop again. Gramps asked me if I enjoyed what we did yesterday. I was very nervous, but told him I enjoyed it a lot, that it made me feel really good. Gramps then asked me if I would make him feel good too. It all I could do to say yes. I remember he put his hands on my shoulders, his lips to my ear and whispered it would be okay Gramps was standing right in front of me as he opened his pants and pulled his underwear down to his feet an sat down in his chair. He had his hand on his cock, holding it and pointing right at me. I heard him say "go ahead" and I knelt down between his legs. At first, I just put my lips to his cock as if I was kissing it, then started to us my tongue to lick the head. As soon as I licked his cockhead, he pushed against my lips and the head of his cock went between my lips and into my mouth. I started sucking his cock just like I did his nipples. He felt so big and hard, but I kept sucking him a bit harder, the faster and took more of him into my mouth. The more I sucked him, the more he just moaned one word "good" as I sucked. He started to move his hips, then I heard him say "cumming". I did not really know what he meant, but I knew it as soon as I felt his cock pulse and felt him fill my mouth. I was almost limp form the excitement of sucking gramps cock. He had to lean forward and pick me up, then pull me to him so we were face to face. Gramps moved close to my face then kissed me, putting his tongue all the way in mouth. I knew he was tasting his own cum. For the next few years gramps and I played the same way in his basement. As time passed, I changed school and residences. I did not get to visit him as often and even though we still had fun, the intensity of our meetings seemed to decline. Just before I turned 11, I was with gramps for what would be the last time. We were going to go fishing very early on a Sunday morning and have breakfast at a local diner. We talked some about me going to a new school in the next month and that I'd be working some for my other grandparents in an apartment building they managed and how it would not be as easy for us to get together. Our fishing place was an old canal, that you had to drive along by to find a parking place. Once we parked, it was still dark, just before sunrise. Gramps asked me I wanted to play one more time since we were in such an isolated place. I told gramps yes and slide back the front seat of his care to give us more room, then he slid over towards me and opened his pants. I reached in, took his cock out and started stroking him. Gramps leaned back and told me to go ahead and suck him. I was eager, taking as much of him as could right into my mouth. Gramps was not as hard or big it seemed but the more, I sucked him, the more he moaned. It was always the same, soft moan "aaah suck me suck me". Just a few minutes of his hard cock in my mouth and he was coming off. As he always had, he pulled my face to his and kissed me. his tongue deep in my mouth tasting his own cum. As soon as he was done kissing me, he opened my pants and took my cock out. Gramps took my cock down to my balls in one move, sucking me hard and faster than he usually did. The other surprise was that he had his hand way under my balls, with one finger caressing my ass. That was all it took, and I was shooting my cum into his mouth. We did our usual after suck kiss, my tongue in his mouth, tasting the last of my own cum on his tongue. Even though I saw gramps many times over the next few years, it was the last time we had any kind of sex, or even mentioned what we had done so many times. I often wondered about this, and it was many years before I thought I understood. I realized I was just getting too old for gramps, especially as I became more aware of what his job was, a janitor at an elementary school..