Date: Tue, 4 Apr 2023 18:48:03 +0500 From: Rocky Sane Subject: Horny grandpa's little mistake-1 This is a work of fiction. I'm really into fagging out wealthy men of authority (especially old fags) claiming them completely. Owning them, draining their cash just for fun and completely controlling them give me a power surge that cannot be described. I love to control every aspect of their lives which is just fascinating. If there are fags like these reading my story, email me with your pic on your all fours, tongue sticking out like a bitch you are. Comments are welcomed at sanerocky63@gmail.com. Also donate to nifty, this amazing site that makes you all horny. Chapter 1: __________ I'm Rowan and I'm 68 years old Living in a big mansion of a house in new York with only my servants roaming around all day long. I married twice in my life. Living as a closeted gay guy, I was forced to marry a woman and because of the fear of being judged and discriminated in that era, I couldn't do anything. I procreated a handsome son who lives in California and rarely comes to see me. He married there and had a handsome son just like him. I love my grandson so much. He is 14. I had and still have a high libido and being married didn't stop me from being the top Alpha stud and banging every man I would find in streets and bars. My son living miles away from me, cuz of his boarding school, gave me more opportunities to live my gay life as I wanted. Then in my thirties, I realised time has changed and I should go for a real relationship with a man instead of continuing a fake one with my wife. So after taking divorce from my wife, I married the man of my life Max and lived happily until his death recently. My son was in his senior years when I gave divorce to his mum and he was really hurt. Since then we have a cold war between us and hardly he contacted me but I didnt care as I was intoxicated by my gay ventures back then and also I was sick of living a life in delusion. Me and my husband Max loved a kinky life full of roleplaying, the erotic of which was Master-slave role play where obviously I played the role of the Master and he my slave. I was quite a catch, 6 feet tall, naturally large built and had big arms without even going to gym. I had a lot of money so it suited my stature but most importantly I was a top and always topped every guy including my husband till his last breath. We had quite an adventurous and kinky married life. Our marriage was an open one so we would invite a lot of other men and make part of our role play. They would serve as my slaves along with my husband. I also had a sadistic and dominant nature so it payed off well doing different sorts of soft tortures on my slaves. But then calamity struck and I lost my loving husband and there was no one to console me in my heart broken state. There was only me, my big house and loneliness. This made me really frustrated and aggressive. Now my servants have to bear my sadistic personality that I usually would feel guilty about. Moreover despite having a lot of money that brought the hot, muscular dudes almost every night to be plowed by my big eight inch fat cock that hadn't shrunk nor reduced in size with time like my body. Now guys have started avoiding me and would complaint about my facial wrinkles and slightly rusted capacity to keep up with fucking them. May be this is also one of the reasons because of my short tempered behaviour or may be this is my old age that makes me loose my control easily. On the contrary, I firmly believe that I can keep up equally, if not more, with any young dude while fucking someone. And I also don't think I have lost my handsome looks. There are wrinkles and grey hair then what? My well built body structure had declined a bit but I could easily be considered as a silver daddy. In this age I have defined pecks and strong biceps but have gathered a little fat around my waistline that could be burnt by little exercise in my home based gym only if I want which is quite difficult because of my sedentary lifestyle and constant depression. See this is the problem here, I have become really sluggish after my husband's death, now I feel no excitement, no sexual encounters (cuz I have become socially aloof) which keep me frustrated all the time. It has been years that I have a real sex cuz guys are only after my money and I have to resort myself to masturbation. Some studs have often asked me to arrange a session but I don't reply them cuz I hate the loneliness that I have inside me. Organising sessions is only a waste of my money now. ***** I received a call from my son Steven after so many years that gave me immense pleasure. His tone and attitude had still not changed but I ignored that cuz I was so happy to hear his voice. He told me that my grandson was coming to live with him the other day. I was elated and agreed to take care of my grandson during his stay here. It will be first time I'd be seeing him. So my grandson arrived and he was a replica of his dad as a child. "How are you Steven junior?", I teased him. "Amazing grandpa. I never knew you lived in such a big house", his shiny blue eyes were looking around with excitement that made me happy as well. "Ok, go and get fresh and then we ll have dinner. I didnt know what you like so I got my chef cooked different sorts of food", he excitedly obeyed me and my servant guided him to his room. There were numerous rooms in my mansion but I selected the best one for him. "Grandpa I'm really excited to visit this place", Andy said during dinner. "We ll Andy. Tomorrow I'm gonna give you a visit around", I told him. He gave me an energetic smile and went to his room to sleep. We visited the entire city in my black Prado. He was so surprised to see all the lavish style I had been living in. He didn't believe that I was so rich. My everything belonged to my son and him but Steven was still mad about abandoning him and now I felt so guilty when I was alone thinking about my past. ***** "Andy come here", I yelled at him who was talking to a notorious neighbour kid. He was around Andy's age or a little older, might be 15. "What happend grandpa?" He asked innocently. "He is not a good boy. Stay away from him", i said giving a disgusting look at him. He also gave me a similar stare. What audacity? My face flushed and I took Andy inside. "Grandpa he seemed nice", Andy said innocently. "Sometimes bad things appear nice", I advised him but I guess he wasn't happy with it. It was getting dark and I found Andy sad and distressed. I asked about his down face. He told me he was bored and wanted to play with that boy Timmy. I was totally against his demand but I had to surrender to his little wish. His eyes shined again that put a smile on my face. Kids do bring a healthy change to your mode and I was having no panic attacks, mode swings or depression. I even decided to talk to Steven but he didn't receive my call and I again felt so angry. My veins even popped out at his stubbornness. ****** The next day, Timmy was at my house that had never happened before. I would never let such destructive kid even look at my place. His father was an alcoholic and he himself would was involve in trivial crimes but Andy really wanted to play with him. Surprisingly, he acted opposite to what he usually was. The grin on his face and his shady attitude was replaced with humbleness and respect for Rowan. I was flustered. Another reason I hated him was he would call me "old gay man" whenever he see me. It would make me extremely mad and I even cursed him once. Night came, Andy wanted a sleepover with Timmy and I had to give permission unwillingly. They had their dinner and went to their rooms. "You know your grandpa is gay. He had a husband who died recently that's why he acts like a hot dog. May be he doesnt get any chance of sex that's why he also has anger issues", Timmy giggled showing his true colors as they come to their room. "Really? I had just heard that from my dad's friend but never believed it", Andy was surprised to hear it wasn't just a mere rumor. "Have you had sex?", The sudden question made him embarrassed. "No ....what are you talking about? "Ever masturbated?", Andy got blushed. "Hmm...only...once", he said without looking at him. "Fuck I do it all the time, every night. I can't get enough of it. Hey I have an idea let's jerk together", Timmy suggested and Andy couldn't understand his dubious smile. "I don't think that it is a good idea", Andy said. "Hey, don't be a sissy. You are a man now", Timmy coaxed him unzipping his pants. Andy was shocked to see his seven inches big cock that was throbbing and jerking in his hand. "Let me help you too", Timmy grabbed Andy's pants and despite his pleas he couldn't stop him. He had a stronger and a bigger built than his skinny body. In the end his pants were down and Timmy was jerking his little five inches cock. "Wanna touch mine?", He said with a cunning excitement and Andy who was overwhelmed by the sheer size of his junk couldn't resist. Both boys jerk off each other and came with Timmy squirting more than any teen at his age could. "Fuck...it was so good", Timmy grunted and Andy faked a smile feeling guilty. "Taste it", Timmy held his finger to Andy's mouth who was shocked to see his finger covers with creamy cum. "I don't --", Andy protested. "Don't be a sissy Andy. It is delicious. Have a taste", and with all such coaxing Andy had to taste it without wanting that but my god he enjoyed it. ***** It was late at night and Rowan was still feeling empty and lonely. He was feeling frustrated at the scrawny kid being here. He was also hard. He couldn't stop his lust any longer and started jerking off. "Ohhhh...ahhhh", he was doing his best to jerk off. "Fuck....", He started jerking on a faster pace and his cock started throbbing harder. He felt the build up of cum inside his balls churning profusely. His moans also got louder and he started grinding crazily. His eyes were closed and focused on making himself cum. He was thinking about all the wild sessions he had with his husband where he would fuck him wildly and roughly. After all he was still a top. "Fuck.. not working", Rowan yelled annoyingly at himself for not cumming. He stood up, took off his Gucci trousers and bent over the bed sliding his crotch against the mattress. He started pseudo fucking the mattress that was his last resort. The sliding action stimulated sensntive frenulum . "I'm gonna fuck you babe...ahhhh", Rowan imagined his husband beneath him taking his big fat cock in his tight hole. He could remember how his cock would penetrate deeply in his tight pussy. His groans would fill the entire room and he would roar with a rush of his hot semen filling his entire gut. "Ahhhhhh...ahhhhh..grhhhhhhh..fuckkk", And with that thought his cock started squirting shots of his hot juice with loud grunts of pleasure echoing around. He slammed on the mattress panting. After the orgasm subsided, he straighten himself and opened this eyes. His jaw dropped to see the shocked Timmy standing with a jug and glass at his door. "What the fuck?", Rowan stood up with an embarrassing reaction and soon realized his cock was dripping with his cum and he was starked naked in front of the kid. He nervously covered his cock with his large hands avoiding the direct eye contact. Rowan was utterly embarrassed to stand naked in front of a 15 years old kid. He cursed himself for not closing his door. "Faggot", Timmy said in a low voice and smirked cockily at the naked old man. Rowan thought he gave him a disgusting look making him even more embarrassed and ashamed. His authoritative persona he usually boasted off was hiding somewhere. "What did he say to me? Fag--", I thought and got red with anger. I ain't a faggot. ******