Date: Mon, 6 Feb 2012 09:08:59 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Grandad, grandson. Part One.

This story is for persons of eighteen years or over. All comments, good or
bad are welcome and all will be answered.

      Part One

  It wasn't until my grandson was fourteen did I meet him for the first
time. I'd been sent photos of him over the years from his mother, my
daughter, but this was the first face to face meeting. It was his mother
who started this off with a phone call.

  `Hello Dad, how's things?' she asked. Her voice sounded tinny over the
distance that was between us. She was in England while I was here in Spain.

  `Fine Julie. Just fine, and you?'I replied.

  `Couldn't be better. It's getting that good that I've been asked to show
some of my things over in New York,' she gushed. She was a dress designer
and turned out some bloody good clothes for both women and children, so
this was really an accolade to her work.

  `That's just great! I'm so happy for you. Let's hope that all goes well
and that you sell all your designs,' I said.

  `I wish,' was her reply.

  `When do you go?' was my question.

  `Ah. Now that's the rub and why I am ringing you now. It's about Toby,'
her son and therefore my grandson. `His father is out of the country on
tour and I don't know what to do.'

  Julie and her husband had been divorced, amicably, four years ago but
were still on friendly terms and he ran his own travel company and was
often abroad looking for exotic places to add to his company's brochure.

  `You see,' she began again. `I've got to go over to the States next week
and the summer holiday for Toby starts at the same time that I've supposed
to leave and I can't take him with me. So daddy,' she only used this word
when she was trying to wheedle something out of me. `I thought that with
you being all alone out there in Spain would like some company for a
while.' I knew where she was coming from with me being a widower for the
past three years. `So I wondered if he could come out to stay with you for
the next six weeks until his new term begins. That's when I should be back
in England. Please dad! You're the only one I can trust to look after him
and not let him get up to any mischief.'

  `Well,' I began, thinking of the ramifications of having a young teenager
living out in the sticks as it were, far from the shops and what little
night life there was here. `There's not a lot here as you know. He might
not like the seclusion.'

  `He would daddy. I've already told him of the villa you live in and that
it has a lovely swimming pool and he became quite excited at the prospect
of meeting you as well as having all that sun, swimming pool and all,' she
pleaded. `Please say you'll have him. It will give me peace of mind while
I'm away. Please daddy, say yes.'

  `You're sure he wants to come to stay with an old fogie of sixty nine?' I
asked.

  `You're not an old fogie dad and he's sitting next to me hoping that
you'll say yes. Look, oh, you can't see him but he's holding his hand up
with his fingers crossed.'

  `Okay,' I laughed. `Send him over. Er, when?'

  `Oh thanks dad,' she said, `that's lifted a great weight off my mind and
he's even clapping his hands. I'll put him on the plane tomorrow.'

  `Tomorrow?' I cried.

  `Yes. I've already booked the flight knowing that you would say yes,' she
laughed.

  `Minx!' I laughed. `Okay, send your offspring to me and tell him that
he's got to behave himself.'

  `He knows that already,' and she gave me the flight number and expected
time of arrival. `Thanks again dad, I love you.'

  `I love you too darling.' And that was that. I was now about to become a
babysitter. What am I saying? The boy is fourteen years of age I chuckled.

                                                        *

  Next morning after letting the dog out for his morning pee and crap and
thought that I would now have a dog walker to give him some exercise as he
was getting a bit fat. I called him Tom when he was a pup when I got him
nearly ten years ago, he's a mongrel but still a good guard dog, barking at
strangers passing the garden but gives a good wag of his tail if it is
someone he knows.

  After my breakfast, I changed the sheets on the bed upstairs for fresh
ones and didn't bother with lunch and it wasn't long before I was on the
way to the airport to see and collect my grandson. I was pretty sure I
would be able to pick him out from the others arriving from photos that had
been sent to me over the years. This I did when I saw him come out from the
baggage collection point and he spotted me too and when he came up to me
dragging his suitcase, he dropped this when I gave him a big hug. My first
time of ever having seen him.

  For his age, he was quite tall being about five foot eight and guessed
about eighty pounds in weight for he was quite slim. Strange that I thought
of him as slim, for I was like that when I was around his age and that had
been my nickname when I first joined the Merchant Navy at fifteen. He was
better looking than I had been and definitely had his mother's features, a
straight nose, blue eyes and dark hair and good looking teeth when he
smiled.

  `Welcome to Spain Toby,' I said breaking off the hug. `My, you are fine
looking boy and your mother must be quite proud of you. How was the
flight?'

  `Thank you for letting me come here for the holidays grandad. The flight
was exciting! It's the first time that I've been on a plane,' he gushed. I
had picked up his suitcase and led him outside to go to where the car was
parked. `Whew!' he exclaimed as we exited the arrivals doors into the open
air. `It's hot! Hotter than when I left England.'

  `That it is, though I'm getting used to it now. You'll have to be careful
of this sun for it can burn you pretty quick if you're not careful.' With
that, with his case in the boot and us in the front seats of the car, I
drove out from the airport parking lot after paying the fee and was soon
barrelling along towards home. He remarked immediately at how different it
seemed to be driving on the wrong side of the road as opposed to England
and then carried on to tell me of his school and what he did. I let him
rattle on for nearly an hour, the time it took to get home and he even
clapped his hands when he saw the house that I parked outside.

  `It looks great grandad,' he exclaimed as we got out of the car,
collecting his suitcase and going up the steps where I unlocked the patio
door and then the house door. Here we were greeted with barks and a wagging
tail of Tom as I introduced them to each other. `What a lovely dog,' he
said, now stroking the hairy body and neck of Tom. We went inside and I let
him carry his suitcase upstairs for I used my hand on the rail just in case
of slipping on the tiled steps. It was the only room up top and had its own
bathroom suite and a double bed. It led out onto the sundeck which was
above the patio. A grand place for naked sunbathing as it was not
overlooked by another house building but only had the one lounger as the
others were down by the swimming pool.

  `I like this room grandad,' he said, giving the bed a bounce with his
backside.

  `Well settle yourself in while I start preparing dinner,' I said, going
back downstairs and into the kitchen. I opened the door that led down to
the back garden and swimming pool and shooed Tom out.

  `Can I help grandad,' Toby asked a few minutes later as I had gotten out
the vegetables.

  `No thanks, I can manage,' I said. `Go and have a look round the garden,'
indicating the open door. He went over and looked out.

  `Wow!' He exclaimed. `That's a good pool grandad. Can I go for a swim
now?' His voice sounded quite excited.

  `Of course you can. Anytime you want. It's there to be used.'

  `Thanks,' he said and shot out of the kitchen and must have raced up the
stairs for a few minutes later he was back down with a swim suit on and
carrying a towel.

  `Take care,' I said as he almost ran through the kitchen.

  `I will,' he cried as he bounded down the stairs to the pool patio. I say
down for the house had been built on quite a steep slope and therefore we
had at least fifteen steps to get down to the pool level. I watched as he
flung his towel onto one of the loungers there and jumped into the
water. It wasn't long before he was swimming up and down the short length
of the pool while I turned back to carry on preparing our dinner.

  About half an hour later he came back up, still drying himself on the
towel.

  `I could smell the dinner cooking,' he said, his voice a little muffled
from the towel round his head.

  `Dry off properly and put some clothes on for I'm dishing up in five
minutes,' I said, and off he went. I had noticed his slim and slender body,
all white and reminded him when he came back down to be careful of the sun
and use sun block.

  We had our meal and he helped in the washing up and when finished, we
went into the lounge and I turned on the television. What crap there was on
that evening and when Toby said much the same, I said that I felt like
going to bed and read instead of watching it.

  `Me too,' he grinned. `Mum told me that you have written quite a few
books. Can I read one?' Now I wasn't quite sure what she had told him about
my books for they were without putting a finer word to them, were mostly
pornographic.

  `Er, I'm not too sure if you should,' I replied.

  `Mum said that they were mostly about sex, and she said that they were
good. If she said that, they must be better than the rubbishy ones that
I've seen at school,' he said with an expectant look in his eyes. I was a
bit doubtful but said yes and took him into my study what was once a
bedroom but now held hundreds of books as well as those of mine that I had
written. They were on two separate shelves and I let him take his
pick. There were over sixty of them and though I had them all on my
computer, I still had printed them out and had them in their own
folders. `I'll take this one,' he said but couldn't see the title of the
one he had chosen and he said his goodnight and went up to bed.

  I sighed at youth and wondered what he would think of the chosen book I
mused as I let Tom out to do his business out in the garden before locking
up and going to bed myself to read one for the umpteenth time.

                                                      *

  Toby was really bubbly at breakfast.

  `That book I read was just great grandad,' he said round a mouthful of
scrambled egg. `The best I've read about having sex.'

  `I suppose you jerked off while reading it then,' I said drily and saw
his face flush a little.

  `Er, ye..yes,' he stammered.

  `Once, twice, three times?' I smiled at him.

  `Er, twice,' he mumbled looking down at his plate.

  `I must admit that I do sometimes when I get the urge,' I said with a
smile. `Though not as often as I used to. I am getting rather old and
there's not a lot of steam left in the boiler house.'

  `You don't look old grandad. I've seen plenty of men that are younger
than you and yet look twice your age,' he said in reply.

  `Thanks Toby, but I'm now beginning to feel it,' I said.

  `Will you come swimming with me?' he asked.

  `After the washing up,' I told him, and he quickly finished his breakfast
and began clearing the table and got stuck into the washing up. With this
over, he went upstairs to get his swim suit as I went into my bedroom and
stripped off though I didn't put on a suit but just wrapped a towel round
me and met him as he came down the stairs and together we went down to the
pool.

  `You know that you don't really have to wear a swim suit here,' I
said. `For that house,' pointing to the one that was closest,' is the only
one occupied at the moment and I know that she's out at work at the
moment. The other houses are empty as they are only holiday homes and they
all know that I swim in the raw.'

  At that, I took my towel off to reveal that I was indeed naked and threw
my towel on one of the loungers and went and dived into the lovely cool
water. He was still standing by the other lounger when I surfaced, looking
at me.

  `You sure it's alright grandad?' he asked looking rather shy now.

  `Of course. I don't mind seeing a young naked body. Well you've seen mine
and there's nobody else to see you,' I said, standing up in the shallow
end. The shallow end being deep enough for the water level to be just
beneath my belly button. `Only dive in at that end,' I said pointing to the
opposite end, `or you will come a cropper if you tried it at this end.'

  He still looked at both of the houses on either side of us as well as the
one that faced us at the back of the garden before slowly pulling his
swimsuit off for me to see his small penis and balls before he jumped into
the water. His cock was about three inches long in its flaccid state and it
made me wonder just how big it got when he had an erection.

  He surfaced and began swimming down towards me and so I stepped aside to
watch him do a turn and move back down to the deep end. I'm ashamed to say
that I could only do two lengths of the pool and that was doing the back
stroke and nowhere near his twelve laps each way before he came to a stop
next to me.

  `Just great,' he said with a smile, shaking his head clear of
water. `Aren't you going to swim?'

  `I...I can't swim properly. The best I can do is float,' I said rather
shame faced.

  `And you were in the Navy?' he asked in an incredulous voice.

  `Be that as it may, there are horrible things in the sea having seen some
of the things that have been caught where others had been swimming, so I
never got round to learning how properly,' I said. `This is deep enough for
me.' Though I then did two lengths doing the back stroke but this still
took a lot out of me and I got out of the pool after that and after drying
off, laid down on a lounger under the shady umbrella. He stayed in the
water for another half hour before getting out, trying to cover is cock
with his hands and towel as he dried himself before laying out on the other
lounger alongside mine.

  I turned on my side to face him. `So you liked the story you read last
night,' I asked him.

  `Yes,' he replied, moving up from lying on his front to face me. I saw
his eyes move down to see my flaccid cock on my thigh and I felt it give a
twitch.

  `Was it about male and female sex or male and male?' I asked.

  `Of...of two men,' he stuttered, his face going a bit pinky in colour and
I knew it wasn't because of the sun.

  `What was it that made you jerk off twice?' was what I asked.

  `When...when they sucked on each other,' he stammered.

  `I can see just the thought has turned you on again,' I said, looking at
his cock that had started to rise up. He quickly looked down and then
looked across at mine to see that it wasn't as flaccid as it had been
before.

  `It turns me on too and it was me that wrote about it, though I must say
that I have never sucked on a man's cock. I had quite a few suck mine when
I was in the navy but never did get round to sucking them back. I've often
wondered what it would have been like,' I mused. `Have you ever played with
another boy's cock and sucked one?'

  `Er, well, er, I've played with a couple with them playing with mine, but
never did we suck,' he said, not looking at me as he said this.

  `But you jerked off reading about it,' I said.

  `Yes. Yes I did,' he admitted.

  `Well as I've said, I've never sucked on one and, well, I wouldn't mind
giving it a try and you've got a nice looking one. Would you like me to do
it to you and find out if I missed out on doing it?' I looked at him and
couldn't read the expression on his face, so I hastily added. `I wouldn't
expect you to suck on mine. I've often wondered what it would be like and I
suppose that's why many of my books mention this act between two men.'

  `You...you wouldn't want me to suck on yours if I said yes?' he asked in
a tremulous voice.

  `No,' I said quite firmly. `Unless of course you wanted to, but you would
be rather disappointed if you did for there's hardly anything left in my
balls. Yours though look as if they can produce an enormous amount.' I
stopped there, my heart beating wildly in my chest at the outrageous
suggestion to my grandson and having qualms about his answer. The main one
being would he hate me for making the suggestion that I sucked on his cock,
something that I had never done before and so did want to have the
experience that I'd only ever written about but never had.

  `Do...do you think I would enjoy it?' he asked in a shy voice.

  `Well I enjoyed those that sucked on me and I think they enjoyed it too,'
I said, my cock was now up and hard which hadn't happened for quite some
time now. I looked at his and saw that he too was hard and it was now at
least five inches in length, about an inch and a half shorter than mine and
the thought flicked through my mind that a prick that size would fit in my
backside without any problem. That would be a first too my mind spoke to
me, sucking on a cock and then being fucked by one.

  His hand moved down and I'm sure it was an unconscious thing for him to
have done as he gave his erection a stroke.

  `It won't hurt me?' he asked, his voice having a little tremble in it.

  `It didn't hurt me and I thoroughly enjoyed it and wish now that I had
reciprocated by going down and sucking them,' I said, `though I don't
expect you to suck on me.' There! It was out in the open that even if he
said that I could suck on his cock, I wouldn't expect him to suck on
mine. Well I wouldn't ask him but, but if he said that he wanted to, I
wouldn't say no. The ball was in his court as we both lay on our sides
looking at each other with me wondering if he would say yes or no and he
probably thinking should he or not.

  `Well,' he began, drawing that word out at length. `If you enjoyed it,
maybe I will,' he said and then looked round at the other houses. `But not
here!'

  `Of course not!' I said. `It would be better lying on my bed. So you
would like to have the experience then?'

  `Yes grandad. But you won't tell mum?' he asked, his voice going up a
pitch.

  `Of course not! It would just be kept between us,' I said, now sitting up
and pulling my towel over to wrap around my front as I stood up. It didn't
quite hide the erection I had at the thought of sucking my first cock, even
if it was that of my grandson. He then did the same with his towel and so
we both went up the stairs and through the kitchen and lounge to my bedroom
which was behind the lounge. Like the upstairs bedroom, it had a double bed
and its own separate bathroom.

  I went onto the far side, that being to the left as you look from the
bottom end of the bed, and on dropping the towel, got on, lying on my side
to watch him get on. His white cock was sticking out in front of him as he
dropped his towel and I saw it bounce up and down a bit as he got on the
bed next to me and had turned to face me.

  `Lay on your back Toby and I think you'll have the best experience of
your life so far,' I said as he laid himself back and I leaned in closer
and over his stomach and gave it a kiss. I felt his body trembling
underneath my hand that was there too and he was still doing this as I
kissed my way down with my hand then taking hold of his erection and
lifting it up. I used my tongue to rove through the sparse pubic hair that
he had and slowly ran it up his cock until I reached my hand.

  I shuffled my body further down the bed and now looked down on the head
of his cock that was halfway out of the foreskin that he still had. It was
a pinky red in colour and I watched it slowly changing to a light purple as
I began to move my hand slowly up and down on it, relishing the fact that
this was the first cock other than my own that I was holding. My heart was
racing away inside my chest as I looked at it, giving the head a gentle
squeeze to see the eye open up and a drop of the clear liquid that was his
love juice emerge. Having only ever tasted mine which I knew was just like
an exquisite honey that I'd never found in any jar, and wondered if his
tasted the same.

  The skin of his cock was like a piece of silk to the touch and it moved
so easily over the hard flesh that it covered as my hand slowly moved up
and down and my mind screamed out with joy that for the first time in my
long life that I was actually going to suck on a male's rampant cock. I
don't know why, but I gave my lips a quick lick with my tongue before I
lowered my head and took the head of his cock into my mouth.

  I'm doing it! I'm doing it! My mind screamed out at me. I've actually got
the head of another male's cock in my mouth. I felt his body give out a
shudder as my lips closed round the base of the head and could feel the
throb that was either of his heart or his pulse rate. At the same time, I
heard him give out a gasp at me doing so as my lips pushed down his
foreskin as I then had all of that bare flesh in my mouth.

  God, I was in heaven at this first time of sucking on another male erect
cock. It was something that I had dreamed of for years now and here I was
now actually living and having that long dream finally come true. That fact
that it was that of my grandson had no relevance to me that I was actually
having an incestuous relationship with one of my own offspring at this
time. It was just a hard cock that I was now starting to suck on. With
having pushed the foreskin down, my tongue was now free to move over the G
string making his body give out a shiver beneath my arm that was across his
thigh. There was another gasp as my tongue did this and then a groan at him
feeling the suction I gave to the head of his cock and yet another
unidentified noise when I gently used my teeth on the bare flesh.

  I had already tasted the love juice that had exuded from his cock and now
I wanted to taste and swallow his semen that I knew was now boiling up
inside his balls as my hand, holding his erection in a firm grip, moved up
and down the hard flesh beneath the soft skin.

  `I...I'm...I'm coming gran...arhhh,' was all that he could utter as his
body stiffened and I had him erupt in my mouth, his hips lifting up to me
as I kept on jerking him off as I sucked on his cock. That wasn't the first
load but got another four bursts of semen come out of the eye of his cock
to mix and join that first emission. My mouth felt absolutely full of his
sperm that I had difficulty in keeping there, some already easing itself
out from between my lips and oozing down my chin.

  It was only when I felt his thighs relax did I know that he had finished
coming in my mouth and I then took a deep breath through my nose and then
swallow the whole lot of his sperm, some still sticking to the roof of my
mouth for me to get a real taste of what his balls had produced. This I
savoured as I licked all round the head of his still throbbing cock, giving
it the odd gently chew as I sucked until I had removed every vestige of his
coming from both the head of his cock and from my mouth.

  I had finally achieved one of my dreams in that of sucking on another
male organ and I'm sure I had a stupid grin on my face when I lifted my
head up from his cock and looked up at his smiling face.

  `That...that grandad, was awesome! I didn't know it was going to be as
good as that. It was fantastic! Thank you, thank you,' he said, the grin
still on his face and his eyes shining like two beacons. `Can I kiss you
for that wonderful experience?' he asked as I began to move back up the
bed. I had no compunction in moving into his open arms and letting him kiss
me.

  Though this wasn't the first time I had ever been kissed by another male,
this was sweeter because it was a complete emotional act on his part for
the pleasure he'd just received. His mouth and lips were soft in their
contact with mine and all the better as it was a compulsive gesture and one
that I relished. I'm not sure if I still had traces of his sperm on my lips
as we kissed but I think he was past caring as we did so.

  `Thank you grandad, thank you. I didn't know it was going to be as good
as it was,' he panted after our kissing had broken off, and then he
surprised me. `Would you like me to suck on you now?'

  I was gob smacked, for I hadn't said that he would have to do it to me if
I did it to him, and so I was lost for words for a moment or two.

  `Er, you don't have to Toby,' I stammered out, feeling his heart beating
wildly in his chest that was being pressed down with mine as I half lay
across him with having that kiss.

  `But I want to. To give you the same thrill that you gave me,' he cried,
his eyes still shining brightly.

  `You won't get the same thrill that I have just had in sucking on you,' I
told him. `I'm that old now that my balls do not produce sperm that I used
to when I was your age. There's only a blob or two. And that is only if it
stays up long enough.'

  `That doesn't matter. Just let me suck on you and see if it is as good as
being sucked. Please grandad!' I was surprised that my cock was still up
and hard at having sucked on him and wondered if it would stay up a bit
longer for him to do just that.

  `Okay,' I said with a grin and moved out of his arms to lie on my
back. The one advantage or should I say, saving grace with my body was that
my paunch disappeared when I lay on my back. This I did and he was quick to
move down the bed and lift up my still hard cock and have it once again
engulfed in another male mouth, to feel the heat of the body and have the
feel of a tongue move over my circumcised cock head.

  `Mmmm,' was what I heard from down below as I felt him gently chew on the
bare flesh as he tongued and sucked on me at the same time. It was grand to
lie back and have another hand other than my own move up and down on my
shaft, gripping it tight and knew that he'd jerked off other cocks before
by the way he was handling mine.

  `Harder! Grip it harder and a bit faster,' I grunted as I neared my peak
after being erect for so long. The longest that I'd known it for years
past. This he did and I soon bucked my hips up to his hot mouth and
came. Well let's not quibble about it by the using of the word came, for
all it was or could have been, would have been just a blob. Well that's all
I had got out of my cock the last time I had jerked myself off. But it was
there and I felt his tongue take this off from the eye of my cock and I
assumed he swallowed what little there was as I slumped back and felt my
cock already starting to deflate.

  With him having taken my emission (ha-ha), such as it was, he carried on
licking over the bare fleshed head for another minute or so as it got even
softer in the hand before he released it from his mouth and moved up the
bed to lay right on top of me and kiss me again.

  `Just like in the book,' he gushed, his eyes bright and a smile as big as
the Grand Canyon. `It was great,' he said as he kissed me again. `When can
we do it again?' I had a brief pang in my heart that maybe I was turning
him into being a homosexual or maybe bi-sexual, but the body and my own
desires overrode those thoughts.

  `Later,' I said, `for I need some food in my stomach to add to your
sperm. Come on and help me get lunch.'

  He gave me a pouted look but rolled off of me for me to get up off the
bed. I went to the dresser and pulled open a drawer and got out a sarong to
put on. A garment I nearly always wore during the summer months. On second
thoughts, I pulled out another one and threw it to him.

  `This is what I normally wear this time of the year,' I said, fixing mine
round my waist so that he could see how to arrange the one I had thrown to
him. So with us both being dressed in this fashion, went out through the
lounge to the kitchen and got something to eat.

  After which, I said that he could have an hour in the sun at most, to
start to get him brown all over as I was, and he could do some more
swimming for an hour. After that, it was inside the house or under the
shady umbrella as I didn't want him going down with sunstroke. He grumbled
a bit at the restriction imposed but did as he was told, and so the
afternoon was spent down by the pool. The can of beer I let him drink
mollified him and it was nice to have company for a change.

  It was when we finished dinner that he brought up the matter of sex
again.

  `Can we go to bed now for I want to suck you and you suck me again?' he
asked, his eyes pleading.

  `I don't see why not,' I replied. `There's fuck all on the t.v.' It was
only after I said this that I realised that I'd actually used a swear word
in front of him. I was to find out later that he could swear as much the
same as I could. So with the dinner things washed up, we went back into my
bedroom. Though it wasn't just mine as it turned out but became his too
that night.

  We'd got onto the bed as before and to start off this voyage into our
having oral sex, I leaned over and kissed him on the lips, which he
accepted by kissing me back. I broke off and slowly eased myself down the
bed, kissing his chin, neck, throat until I reached his nipples where I
lingered awhile as I kissed, sucked and nibbled at them. I got groans from
him at this, having the nipples harden up into solid little buds before I
carried on with my voyage down his body with my mouth and tongue.

  I was kissing down his stomach when his body flinched as my cheek brushed
against the tip of his cock that was lying up there on top, hard and just
begging to be sucked. That was when I brought my hand up to lift it to an
upright position as I carried on kissing right down through his pubic hair
to then run my tongue up the length of his shaft.

  His cock was throbbing away in my hand fit to bust as my tongue reached
the top and licked off that pearl of clear liquid that was his love
juice. Some call it pre-cum though it really is nature's answer to lube to
make the entrance into a woman's vagina more easier, but there again, it is
the same if the cock is being used to enter a backside.

  If only this liquid love juice could be made in quantity, it would make a
fortune in the replacing of honey for it was far sweeter and pleasant to
the tongue and palate. It was such a euphoric sensation that I got from
taking this clear fluid of from the eye of his cock with the tip of my
tongue, to slowly let my tongue move this round in my mouth, wishing that
there was more of it before taking the head of his cock back into my mouth
again.

  As before, with my lips pushing down the foreskin, he gave out a groan at
having the heat of my mouth once again covering the bare flesh and my
tongue roving over it as I sucked and gently chewed on him. What heaven I
was in again at sucking on this throbbing organ and having myself rise up a
little at what I was doing. But strangely enough, it was that though I now
loved sucking on an erect cock and would later get the emission of sperm
from the pair of balls that was beneath, it was the fact that I was giving
pleasure at the same time. It was this that pleased me the most in the
giving and not of the receiving as I had once thought it would be.

  I shifted my body somewhat so that I could bring my other hand into use
by then handling the sac that held the balls at the same time as the other
moved that soft flesh up and down the solid muscle that it covered. This
generated more groans from Toby as he felt me moving his balls around as I
jerked him off. But being the youth that he was, it wasn't long before his
hips began to buck up towards me and I had him come in my mouth. This was
my delight at having his seed enter me this way and as he filled my mouth
wondered if I would feel the same if it was being put up into my
backside. Would it feel the same, pushing its way in though I knew there
would not be any way of tasting it then, but the thought of it being put
there remained in my mind.

  But I took all that he had to give into my mouth which I then moved it
round before swallowing it all in one big gulp. Then came the squeezing of
his cock to get the last remnants out of his cock before licking him clean
and it was with a final kiss on the head of it before I let him go to move
back up into his open arms to be kissed with a wild passion that I had
generated within him.

  `I love you grandad,' he breathed out between our kisses.

  `I love you too Toby,' I said, wondering where this was going to lead us.

  `Do you want me to suck on you again?' he asked. Well, to my mind, it
would be a waste of time, for it had only really reached its peak of
hardness when he had come in my mouth but had then quickly deflated to be a
rather limp piece of flesh now between my legs.

  `I wouldn't bother. Just let me stroke your body for it is in a far
better condition than mine was at your age.' He didn't seem to have any
objection to this and so for the next hour as we lay together on the bed, I
kept running my hand up and down the smooth skin of his manly body, not
missing out of the fondling of his balls. Funnily enough, it was of my
stroking and gently moving his balls about that started my own cock to rise
up again, so I thought why not let him know of another way of having oral
sex.

  I rose up on the bed and kissed him first on the lips and then began to
move down, kissing his body as I moved but at the same time twisting my
body so that when I got down to where his cock was in front of me, I had my
cock in front of his face at the same time. But instead of taking his now
erect cock again into my mouth, went lower and took his balls in instead.

  I nearly bit down when I felt his hot mouth cover the head of my cock to
begin sucking on me that I then began to suck on his balls, moving those
soft plums round in their sac as I sucked them. A hand of his came up and
made me give out a shudder as it began to move my balls around.

  `Your balls feel much bigger than mine,' he said after briefly lifting
his head up off my cock, before taking it back into his mouth to continue
his sucking.

  `They are older than yours,' I managed to get out without mangling his in
the process. Though whether this was a fact of life or not, I didn't care,
for he was playing with mine like a pro. I eventually released his and took
the head of his cock into my mouth and eventually brought him up to giving
me another wonderful mouthful of his seed which I swallowed with gusto. He
was still sucking on mine but sadly, he was sucking on a dry well. I licked
the head of his cock clean and gave the eye a final kiss before laying back
on the bed.

  He eventually gave up and let go of my cock and I turned round on the bed
and he came into my arms where we then kissed. I think there was more
passion in my kissing of him for it took the pressing of my tongue to his
lips that made then open for my tongue to move into his mouth for our
tongues to touch.

  `Mmm,' he mouthed as they played with each other until we broke off and
he cuddled into me and lay his head down on my chest. `Can I sleep here
with you grandad?' he asked, his voice showing signs of his tiredness. `I
feel so comfortable here.'

  `Of course you can Toby. It's been a long while since I had someone to
cuddle and go to sleep holding,' I said, now feeling rather tired myself
and the room became very quiet and we fell asleep.

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