Date: Wed, 4 Jan 2023 16:40:11 +0000 (UTC) From: Hot for Dads Subject: Sammy in the Big City, Part 2 (gay/incest) This is adult FICTION. It is not intended to encourage or condone any similar activities in the real world. It is merely FANTASY ENTERTAINMENT, for which Nifty could use your donations! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Don't read this story if you're not old enough for this stuff, if m/m stories offend you, or if "family fun" isn't your kind of fantasy. On the other hand, if that's what you're looking for, then unzip and get busy! *************************************** SAMMY IN THE BIG CITY PART 2 I don't know what I was expecting from the trip, but it wasn't for Dad to order me not to leave the building while he was at his conference and Grandpa was at work. Grandpa said I should be fine to explore the neighborhood, but Dad insisted. He said he wasn't going to be the one to explain to Mom if anything happened to me, and he promised we could go out and explore when he was done working. "He's your son," Grandpa shrugged. "He might be small, but he seems big enough to do whatever he wants," he added before giving me a big bear hug. "Maybe I'll take some time off while you're here." "That would be great, Grandpa." "On such short notice?" Dad asked, not wanting me to get my hopes up. "That's what being a big wig is all about," Grandpa replied. "See you all later," he said, then he tousled my hair and slipped out the front door. Dad laid down a few more rules before he left as well: Have some breakfast, get cleaned up, get dressed, remember not to leave the building, and don't mess with any of Grandpa's stuff. ***** I had a quick bowl of cereal then figured I should shower and get dressed, even if I was just going to hang out in the apartment all day. Then my eye fell on my wadded-up sleeping T-shirt. I remembered how stiff and crusty it felt when Grandpa tossed it to me earlier, and I figured I should probably rinse his dried cum out of it. I grabbed the T-shirt, along with my toothbrush and other stuff, and headed off to the bathroom. I turned on the water in the sink, but I stopped short of putting the T-shirt under the running water. Instead, I slowly lifted it to my face and inhaled. The memories of what I did to Grandpa the previous night came flooding back as the scent of his dried cum filled my nostrils. It wasn't long before I had the overwhelming urge to play with myself. I passed the T-shirt quickly under the running water. Just enough to moisten up the dried cum but not wash it away! I then ran into Grandpa's bedroom, tore off my pajama bottoms and jumped on the bed with my hard dick bouncing. I laid down flat on my back and then draped the wet, cum-soaked T-shirt over my face. With one hand, I pushed the T-shirt tight against my skin and nostrils. As I continued to inhale the strong scent of Grandpa's cum, my other hand quickly grabbed my stiff cock and began pumping away. My fist flew up and down. Fast and faster. The smell of the cum conjured visions of Grandpa's exploding cock and the flood of cum that I had devoured. Faster and faster I pumped. My cock felt like it was about to explode. I didn't want it to end! I suddenly released my cock, with bounced frantically in search of release. I clenched my muscles to stave off the impending flood. I was panting rapidly, sucking the cloth of the T-shirt into my mouth as I gulped for air and begged my cock not to shoot its load. As the moment of release passed, I began to relax again. I casually began sucking on the part of the damp T-shirt that I'd inhaled. It was cool and moist and tasted of Grandpa's cum. I once again took my cock in my hand and slowly began stroking as I sucked on the cum. I could feel the cooling sensation of the water mixed with the sharp tangy taste of Grandpa's cum. I moaned with pleasure as I continued playing with myself. Not leaving the building all day wasn't such a bad idea after all. Suddenly, a new impulse struck me. I sat up quickly but bit down on the T-shirt. I wanted my eyes uncovered, but I didn't want to lose the taste. With the T-shirt hanging from my mouth, I rushed over to Grandpa's closet and threw open the door. There was his laundry basket with yesterday's pair of boxers right on top. The ones that had surrounded his cock while I swallowed his cum. I grabbed the boxers and dived back on the bed. I shoved the cum-soaked T-shirt more firmly into my mouth, then I pressed the crotch of the boxers firmly against my nostrils. I inhaled deeply and relaxed into the pleasure of Grandpa's musky scent. My free hand had a mind of its own as it grabbed my cock and began pounding away for all it was worth. There was no stopping it now. I pressed the boxers tighter against my nostrils. I inhaled fast and deep. Desperate for more of Grandpa's intoxicating scent. I sucked frantically on the T-shirt. Desperate for more of Grandpa's delicious flavor. Inhaling. Sucking. Jacking. Faster and faster. Overwhelmed by the stimulation of all of my senses, including my throbbing, straining cock. "GRANDPA!" I finally bellowed (although it was muffled by the T-shirt). "GRANDPA!" I yelled again, thrusting my rock-hard dick into my pumping fist. Harder. Faster. More out of control than I'd ever been while playing with myself. But I wasn't playing. I was fucking my fist. Harder. Faster. "GRANDPA!" I screamed with one more thrust into my fist. I could feel my cock spasming as every muscle in my body seized up, followed by streaks up cum splattering across my contracting belly and heaving chest. I couldn't stop pumping my cock, though! My fist flying up and down the pulsing shaft. My knuckles covered in the remaining cum that oozed out. My hips flexing. Still thrusting my cock into my clenching fist. "AAAAARRRRGGGHHH!" I roared as every single muscle in my body suddenly collapsing with exhaustion. I laid there on the bed. Huffing and puffing. Inhaling Grandpa's scent deeper than ever through my nose. Gagging on my T-shirt but still not willing to give up on sucking out more of Grandpa's cum. I just tried to relax and let my body recover. When it finally seemed like my body was back to normal, I slowly dragged Grandpa's boxers off of my face and looked down at my slim, smooth, cum-covered body. I pulled the T-shirt out of my mouth. "Wow," I muttered. It was more cum than I'd ever shot while just playing with myself before! Curiosity overcame me again. I'd never thought of tasting my own cum when I played with myself before. But after having had my first taste of Grandpa's cum, I had the undeniable urge to compare the taste of my cum to his. I released my spent dick and raised the cum-covered hand to my lips. I stuck out my tongue and tentatively lapped at the creamy liquid. Not bad. Stronger than Grandpa's sweet precum, which was my favorite, but not as strong as his full cum. After that first tentative lick, I rapidly devoured it all. Licking my knuckles clean and then sucking each finger in turn. "Wow," I sighed as I finally relaxed back into the mattress. Then I picked up Grandpa's boxers again, placed them over my nose, and inhaled deeply again as every nerve in my body tried to recover from the new and definitely exciting sensations that had overtaken me. I couldn't wait until it was bedtime again! And with that thought in my head, I fell back sound asleep. ***** It was afternoon by the time I woke up again! I guess the travel, the late-night play with Grandpa's cock, and all of the other new sexual experiences that I was having (and had never dreamed about before) had worn me out more than I thought. Still, when I woke up, I felt refreshed and ready to go. Then I remembered that Dad ordered me not to go out. Then again, Dad only told me to stay in the building. I decided to go exploring. As I got out of Grandpa's bed, I felt the stiffness of dried cum on my skin and figured I should take a shower. That didn't take long, and I felt even more refreshed. When I went back into the bedroom to gather up my dirty clothes, I noticed with a bit of shock that I must have rolled over in bed while my cum was still wet. I could see definite dry cum spots. I guess laundry was one good reason for exploring the building. I grabbed Grandpa's laundry basket and laundry supplies from the closet, then I quickly stripped the sheets off of the bed and added them to the basket, along with my cummy T-shirt. I was about to add Grandpa's boxers, but then I thought better of it. I rushed to the kitchen and got a plastic bag. After tucking Grandpa's boxers into the bag, I went to the living room and hid the boxers in the bottom of my travel bag. With my new treasure safely hidden away, I threw on some fresh clothes of my own, retrieved the laundry basket from the bedroom, and headed off to do some laundry...and some exploring. ***** There was an old lady in the elevator, so I asked her where the laundry room was...if there even was one! She laughed and said to go to the basement and it was right across from the elevator. I thanked her and pushed the button for the basement. When I got down there, there was only one other person. It was a guy about my dad's age. He had dark red hair and was reading a book as he waited for his laundry. He looked up and smiled at me, and I smiled back quickly before heading toward some empty machines and sorting Grandpa's basket. I hesitated when I pulled out my cum-stained T-shirt. I wasn't sure I wanted to wash away the evidence yet, but it needed to be done. Without thinking, I took one more whiff of the fading scent and then tossed it into the washing machine. When I realized what I'd done, I glanced around and thought I caught the guy quickly returning his gaze to his book. Did he see what I'd done? What did he think? After a moment of panic, I finished sorting the laundry into two loads and poured some laundry soap into the machines. Then I closed the lid and checked the settings. But when I went to turn the machines on, I realized my mistake. Coin operated! I needed change. I remembered a jar of quarters being on Grandpa's dresser. I should have known. I glanced around and saw the guy looking at me. "Forgot something?" he asked. "I didn't realize I needed quarters," I admitted. "New to the building, then." "Just visiting. Umm, would you mind watching my stuff while I run back up and get the money?" I asked nervously. The guy got up and walked across to me. "Maybe," he smiled, "if you tell me what was so special about that T-shirt." "What T-shirt?" I asked as innocently as I could. My eyes popped wide open when the guy casually opened one of my machines and pulled out my T-shirt with what remained of Grandpa's cum on it. "This one," he said casually. "Looked like you thought it smelled pretty good." And with that, he held my shirt up to his nose, closed his eyes, and inhaled. "Mmmmm," he sighed. I was too shocked to respond in any way. "Yeah," he finally said, opening his eyes and dropping the shirt back in the machine. "It's a shame to wash away such a good scent. I'm Mike, by the way." He held out his hand and my manners kicked in. Before I knew what I was doing, I was shaking his hand and saying, "I'm Sammy." "Nice to meet you, Sammy." We stopped shaking hands, but he didn't release my hand. "I'll watch your stuff if you want, or you can just grab some quarters out of my pocket." I gulped and looked down. There was an obvious bulge of a pocket loaded with quarters, but beside it was another obvious bulge of a whole other kind. Mike was either big or excited. I looked up at his face again, and the casual smile he gave me was somehow relaxing. "I can't take your money," I replied logically. "You can pay me back later," he offered. "Or we can figure out some other exchange." I gulped. "Like what?" "What do you think?" he asked casually as he adjusted his growing bulge. And it wasn't the money that was growing! I looked around nervously. "Here? What if we get caught?" "Doing what?" he asked with a not-so-innocent grin. "You know," I said. "You tell me," he said as he made another necessary crotch adjustment. "Playing with you?" I replied uncertainly. "Would you like that? I wouldn't want you to do anything you didn't want to do." "I don't know." "Have you...played...with anyone before." I looked at the floor and replied softly, "Yes." "Did you like it?" "The first was a surprise," I admitted as I looked up. "I wasn't sure what was going on. The second, though, yeah." "Why don't you grab some quarters while you think about it?" he smiled as he thrust his hip a little forward in my direction. I stepped closer and held my breath as I slipped my hand into the pocket of his jeans. I could have grabbed some quarters off the top, but I let the back of my hand slide against the side of the pocket as my fingers dug deeper. I could feel the heat and hardness pressed against the back of my hand, and Mike sighed. I finally closed my fist on some coins, but rather than pulling them straight out, I rubbed the back of my hand up and down along the hard cock that I knew was on the other side of the pocket. "You keep that up," Mike said softly, "and you'll be getting more than quarters." "Sorry," I said as I quickly pulled my hand out of his pocket. "I wasn't complaining," Mike laughed. Just then, there was a buzzing and a couple dryers stopped. "Looks like I'm finished...with the laundry, anyway." "Thanks for the quarters," I said quickly as he turned to the dryers and I started putting the quarters in the washing machines. I didn't have enough! I turned to look at Mike, who was standing at the dryers and looking at me. "Need another dip in the pocket?" he asked. "If you don't mind." "Just a second," he said, then he emptied the dryers into his laundry basket and carried it over to me. "Help yourself." Instead of diving into his pocket, I did the crazy thing of pressing the palm of my hand against the cock bulge in his jeans. "Feels big," I said softly. "And you're making it bigger," he laughed. "Sorry," I apologized, yanking my hand away. "You definitely need to learn the difference between a complaint and a compliment. That was a compliment, Sammy. You were making me feel very good. Enough to earn you a few more quarters," he said with a wink. The wink made me laugh, and I felt better. "Thanks," I said before dipping my hand in his pocket. Again, I grabbed some more coins and then slowly rubbed the back of my hand against his hard cock. "Where has such a hot boy been hiding in this building?" "I just got here last night," I replied. "I'm just visiting." "Oh right, so you said. I was a little distracted...in a very good way." And I could feel him pushing his cock against the back of my hand. When I heard the elevator stop across the way, I yanked my hand out of Mike's pocket and turned to the washing machines. He quickly put his laundry basket in front of his bulge as the door opened and another old lady entered with her laundry. "Hello, Mrs. Brooks," Mike said as he stepped across to the door. "Hello," she replied without really looking at him. "You can pay me back any time, Sammy," he said with a smile. He then added his apartment number. I'm sure my jaw dropped a bit, because it was the apartment right next to Grandpa's! What if Mike knew Grandpa. What if he was testing me and was going to tell on me. "Yes, sir," I said. "No need to be so formal," Mike laughed. "I know you're good for it." With that, he gave me a final wink and left. I started my washing machines and then sat down to think. Suddenly, Mike came back in. "You'll need money for the dryers too," he laughed as he held out another handful of quarters. "That should do you? Then you can do me," he added in a whisper. My jaw definitely dropped at that, but Mike just turned and headed innocently back to the elevator. ***** After I finished the laundry, I remade Grandpa's bed and put the rest of his stuff in a pile on the dresser. I figured he could put it back where it all belonged. I also hoped that he wouldn't notice the missing boxers. Then I counted out the correct number of quarters from the jar to repay Mike. I still couldn't get it out of my head that he was teasing me and would tell Grandpa if I did anything like what I was secretly hoping he wanted to do. In the end, I decided to pretend like nothing had happened. "Here are your quarters," I said as soon as Mike opened his apartment door. "Thanks for the loan." I waited with my hand held out, but Mike just smiled. "Aren't you the efficient businessman. Don't you want to come in?" I looked at Mike and realized that he had changed from regular clothes into a robe. That seemed a bit odd. "I really shouldn't," I said nervously. "Got a hot date?" he asked with a grin. "No, I'm just supposed to stay in the apartment." "That seems a bit strict. You seem to be old enough to handle anything." "Thanks," I replied. It did feel better than being coddled by my mother and dad. "So, why don't you come on in? I have sodas if you want one," he offered, stepping back and holding the door open. I hesitated, but then my curiosity got the better of me. "Here's your quarters," I said again, shoving the change into his hand as I walked past him into the apartment. "That makes us even, then," Mike confirmed as he closed the door behind me. "I like that. It means now you're definitely not doing anything you don't want to do. You want that soda?" "Sure," I said, looking around the apartment. "This looks a lot like my grandpa's place," I said without meaning to open up that line of conversation. Mike came back into the living room with a glass of soda for me and a glass of some clear drink for himself. "Then he must have good taste. I did this myself. It's what I do. I'm a decorator." "Like for parties?" I asked innocently. "Oh, you are a wonderful young man," Mike said as he handed me the soda and sat down on the sofa beside me." Like interior decorating. Telling people what to do with their apartments and homes." "Oh," I said. I guess I looked at the glass of soda a little warily, because Mike said, "Don't worry. It's not spiked with anything. Just good old-fashioned sugary soda." I gave him a slight smile and drank. It was fine. I took another gulp, partly because I was nervous and partly because the feeling of the cooling liquid inside me felt good. "Thanks." "There's more where that came from, if it's all you want," Mike said casually. "Straight vodka for me," he added, raising the glass and then taking a sip. "I couldn't drink vodka." I was honestly shocked at the idea. Mike laughed and replied, "That wasn't what I had in mind." I tensed up a bit when Mike put his free hand on my thigh and began casually sliding it back and forth along the inside. Every time, he got closer and closer to my crotch. And I got more and more tense. "Relax, Sammy. Doesn't it feel good?" "It does," I agreed, but it came out as a rasping, strangled sound that surprised me. "I'm glad to hear it," Mike replied, and he started pressing his leg against mine. "It's nice to have afternoon company." "Thanks," I repeated lamely. "Just two buddies hanging out," Mike sighed. He continued to stroke the inside of my thigh slowly, but when I took another drink of my soda and looked over at him, I discovered that he had rested his head on the back of the sofa and closed his eyes. His stroking of my thigh was making my dick stiffen, even though he hadn't touched it. I gazed silently as he slowly raised his free hand, undid the belt of his robe, and casually began to open his robe. I licked my lips as he lifted away one side of the robe and revealed half of his body. He had a very light covering of red hair on the skin that I could see. My eyes trailed down from the exposed half of his chest, with the nipple standing up like Grandpa's had, to the muscled ridges on his belly and on to the thick bush of dark red hair peeking out from his crotch. "Just hanging out," he repeated softly as he stopped stroking my thigh long enough to lift the other side of his robe away from his body. I stared as his very hard cock finally came into view. "Wow," I muttered, thinking it looked even bigger than Grandpa's. Not huge. Maybe thicker. Maybe longer. But it was definitely an attention grabber. And nestled in all that red hair surrounding its base and covering his balls. "Do you want to hang out with me?" Mike asked as he stroked my thigh again, and that time he let his fingers trail up over the hardening mound in my jeans. "Just us two men." With that, he casually took hold of my zipper and slowly pulled it down. He finally turned his head and opened his eyes to look at me. "Or you can just go back to your grandpa's apartment alone." "Are you gonna tell my grandpa?" I asked in a sudden panic. "I don't even know your grandpa," Mike laughed. "It's Mr. Ball," I blurted out without thinking. "Tommy?" Mike looked at me with honest surprise. "I should have guessed it. You do have the look of him a little." "Please don't tell him," I begged. "I don't tell anyone anything. Never have. Never will. So relax, Sammy." "Promise?" I persisted. "Cross my heart and hope to get fucked," Mike replied soberly. "What?" I asked, shocked and not believing my ears. "I think you heard me," Mike answered calmly. "But I've never..." "Then we'll save that for another day, if that's what you want. We'll just take it slow," he added, again stroking my growing bulge. And as he looked me in the eyes, he wrapped his free hand around his hard cock and slowly started stroking it as well. "So, do you want to hang out or not, Sammy?" he finally asked with a smile. I hesitated for a moment longer and then unfastened my jeans. With the zipper already down, they popped open, showing my hardened dick straining against my white briefs. 'I've only ever... Twice..." "With one of them leaving a memory on your T-shirt," he smiled. "Yeah," I smiled back. "Did you get to taste it?" Mike asked, and I noticed that his voice had gone a little husky. "Yeah," I admitted. "Most of it." "And did you like the taste?" "I liked the clear stuff better," I admitted. "The precum," Mike said. "Is that what it's called? Yeah, that. But the other was more exciting." "As it fired into your mouth?" Mike asked, and I noticed that he was stroking his own cock more firmly and a little faster. "Yeah, I could hardly swallow it all." "But you did," Mike confirmed with obvious excitement. "Almost all of it," I confirmed as I realized that I was stroking my own cock along with Mike. "Do you want to see if you can swallow all of mine?" he asked. "Or do you want me to swallow yours? Has anyone done that for you?" "On the airplane yesterday," I admitted. "Damn, Sammy, you are full of surprises. Did you like it?" "Well, the peeing was a big odd, but I liked the other." "Someone drank your pee?" Mike asked, with a mix of surprise and excitement. "I had to go," I said to justify myself. "Do you have to go now?" he asked. "No," I admitted. "May I suck you, Sammy?" he finally blurted out. His calm manner had disappeared a bit and I could tell he was excited by what we were doing. His whole body told me so, not just his hard cock. "If you want to," I said nervously. "But you won't tell Grandpa!" "I promise, Sammy," Mike said softly as he got up from the sofa and knelt in front of me. I watched as he slipped off my shoes and then pulled down my jeans. After he tossed those aside, he reached up and gripped my underwear by each side and slowly slid them down over my thighs. He licked his lips more than once as I slowly stroked my cock for him. He tossed my underwear aside and then leaned in close to my crotch. "The hottest sight I've seen in quite a while," he said, then he licked my balls. "What are you doing?" I asked with surprised. "Just getting started," he panted back. "Don't you want your balls licked." "I don't know." "Then let's give it another try," he said casually. Being ready for it, the sensation of his wet tongue licking my balls actually felt good. "Mmmmm," I sighed. "Just relax," Mike whispered, then he swirled his tongue over my balls again and slowly trailed the tip of his tongue up the underside of my cock. "Let me make you feel good." "You are," I moaned softly, releasing my cock to give him full control. He took my cock firmly in his hand and stroked me slowly. Up and down. Up and down. I leaned my head back against the sofa and closed my eyes. Mike eventually went back to licking my balls as his hand continued to deliver jolts of pleasure to my hard shaft. I felt my balls being sucked into his mouth with his lips wrapping around behind them. "Mmmmmm," he moaned, sending vibrations through my flesh. "That feels amazing," I moaned, but then his mouth released my balls. "You ain't felt nothing yet," he growled. Before I knew it, he'd gripped the back of my knees and lifted them up, pressing them toward my chest. "What are you...?" "Hold your knees to your chest, and you'll find out," he ordered, and I obeyed. "So pink and juicy," he muttered. I wasn't sure what he was talking about until he suddenly leaned in and lapped his tongue at my asshole! "Hey! What?!" "Relax, Sammy," Mike panted as he lapped more urgently at my butthole. I could feel his saliva on my skin. Feel the teeth dragging gently over my flesh. Feel the push of the tip of his tongue at my hole. Feel his hot breath as he growled! "Mike!" I was beginning to panic a bit. I didn't know what he was doing or why. "Oh god!" I moaned when I suddenly felt the tip of his tongue push inside me and try to tunnel deeper. "You're... You... Oh, Mike," I moaned, overwhelmed by the thought of what Mike was doing as well as how surprisingly good it felt. "Don't stop," I moaned without thinking about it. It had the opposite effect, though. Mike stopped and laughed. "If you liked that," he said, "how does this feel?" Before I knew it, I could feel what had to have been a finger sliding into my saliva-slick hole. "What are you doing?" I panted. "All that matters is whether you like it or not?" And with that he started sliding his finger in and out of my butt. I was still shocked, but it... It felt... Oh god, it felt so good. "Don't stop," I begged as I leaned my head back and closed my eyes again. "Whatever you want, Sammy," Mike replied. I moaned softly as he kept working his finger into me. After a while, it felt like he added another finger! "So tight," Mike hissed. "I've never done anything like this," I moaned. "It feels so good." "And it's only the beginning." "There's more?" I asked, opening my eyes to look at him enquiringly. "A lot more, Sammy. And I want to teach you all about it. God, I hope your visit is a long one." "Only a week, I think." "Then we're wasting time," Mike said before quickly engulfing my cock with his lips and sucking it in. As my cock went deeper into Mike's mouth, his fingers pushed deeper into my ass. As he pulled his mouth back off of my cock, his fingers slid out of my ass. On. In. Off. Out. On. In. Off. Out. He was working me front and back and it was driving me crazy with the expert handling of his tongue and fingers. Suddenly, he seemed to flip some switch in my ass. My cock throbbed, and I blurted, "I'm gonna cum!" "MMMPH!" Mike grunted around my cock and sucked even harder. His fingers plunged in and out of my ass. He seemed to want me to cum, not to stop, so I started thrusting my hips to drive my cock into his mouth and then my ass onto his fingers. "MMMPH!" he grunted again to encourage me. His mouth vibrating on my cock did the final trick. "I'M CUMMING!" I yelled as I felt my cock blast the first load into Mike's mouth and my ass clamped down on his thrusting fingers. "OH GOD!" I yelled as I thrust my cock and more cum desperately into his mouth. "I CAN'T STOP!" I whined as I continued thrusting into his mouth. Pumping cum into him. He ate it all as eagerly as the guy on the airplane had...as eagerly as I'd devoured Grandpa's load. That thought created one more thrust as I pumped another shot of my cum into Mike's sucking mouth. "Oh, Mike," I groaned as my body began to relax and Mike's fingers slid out of my ass. Mike slurped his mouth off of my cock and then said, "Damn, you're hot, Sammy. And tasty," he added with a laugh as he sat back to catch his breath. "That was fun, Mike," I admitted with a smile. "And so fucking cute," Mike growled. Suddenly he stood up, looming over me as I reclined back into the sofa. "You don't mind, do you?" he panted as he grabbed is red, throbbing cock and began to jack it furiously. I smiled at him. I knew that's what I looked like when I was ready to finish off playing with myself. "God, that smile," Mike moaned as he pumped his cock even faster and gripped his balls to tug on them with the other. "You're driving me crazy, Sammy." "Do you want me to help?" I asked innocently. "Not this time," Mike grunted in return. "Just relax and let me shoot this hot load all over your body." "Okay," I giggled. "Yeah, that's it, Sammy. Get ready for Uncle Mike's cum," he puffed. "Uncle Mike?" I asked with surprise. "Gonna cum, Sammy," he panted. "Do you want me to?" "Yes!" I replied eagerly, finally sitting up for a closer view of Mike's fist flying up and down his rigid shaft. Licking my lips. Wanting desperately to see another man shoot his load. "HERE IT COMES, SAMMY!" Mike finally yelled. "JUST FOR YOU!" A moment later the first load of cum shot out of Mike's cock and splattered on my face. And a second. And a third. I finally opened my mouth and the next load landed on my tongue. "FUCK YEAH, SAMMY!" Mike responded as he pumped even faster. Panting away. Fist flying up and down the shaft. Again and again and again. Finally, he thrust his fist to the base of his cock shaft and his whole body seemed to shudder as a final glob of cum oozed out. Without thinking, I leaned forward and lapped up that final glob. "Oh, Sammy," Mike groaned, and his body shook again. "Oh yeah," he sighed when I leaned in even further and wrapped my lips around the fat head of his cock. The first taste had been so good that I wanted more. Mike rested his cummy hand in my hair as I sucked on his deflating dick. When I leaned back and looked up at Mike's smiling face, he said, "You can do laundry with me any time, Sammy." We both laughed at that, then he took hold of his dick and used it to gather up some of the cum he'd shot all over my face and push it into my mouth. I just relaxed and enjoyed being fed more of his hot, creamy jizz. ***** Rather than risk getting caught smelling of cum in the hallway, Mike suggested that I should take a quick shower at his place before heading back to Grandpa's. It was fun. I'd never showered with a man before. Showering after gym with the boys at school didn't count. Mike let me lather up his body, including his cock and balls. He stopped me when he started getting hard again. "No more time to play," he laughed as he rinsed off. I giggled again as he took his turn to lather me up. I was ticklish. Always had been, and Mike seemed to enjoy tickling me. We were both breathless from laughing by the time we turned off the shower and climbed out. "What was that 'Uncle Mike' thing about earlier?" I asked innocently as I dried off. "Nothing really. Some people call a friend of the family 'uncle' if they really like him." "Then you should be 'Uncle Mike,' because I definitely like you," I laughed, then I gave him a hug. "The feeling's mutual, Sammy," Mike replied as he tousled my hair. "But you might actually want to hold off on the 'uncle' thing until your grandpa actually introduces us. He and I are good friends, but even he might think it a little strange otherwise. And we wouldn't want that, would we?" "I guess not," I laughed. "Can we do this again, sometime?" I asked innocently. "Any time you want. Just not right now," he added quickly with a laugh. "Your grandpa should be home from work soon." "And dad should be back from the conference." "Your dad's with you? That's too bad." "Why?" "Less free time for you to spend with me...learning lots of new things." "I want to learn everything you can teach me," I said eagerly. "I like this stuff." "But you can't tell anyone," Mike said suddenly, and I would have sworn he had a slightly worried look. "Why?" I asked. "Well, you are a little young," he replied. "I'm eighteen," I said indignantly. "Really?!" He was obviously surprised. "You look so much younger." "Yeah, I know. I hate it." "Well, I like it," Mike said with a wink. "But I think this should still be our little secret." "If you don't tell, I won't tell." "Promise?" he asked with a lewd smile. "Cross my heart and hope to get fucked," I laughed. "I think that can be arranged eventually," Mike replied with a wink. I thought for a second but then said, "I thought only girls could get fucked." I didn't know any politer way to say it. "That's not technically true," Mike said. "You know what I was doing with my fingers earlier? Well, that's called finger-fucking." "So you've fucked me already?" I asked with surprise. Mike laughed. "Not exactly. To really get officially fucked, you'll need to let me put my dick in your ass." "No way!" I laughed. "It would never fit." "You'd be surprised," Mike laughed back. "But that's why I said 'eventually.' We'll need to get you ready for it if you really want to try." "I don't know," I said warily. "That seems... You're so big. Won't it hurt?" "Not too bad if we do it right." "We'll see, Uncle Mike," I smiled at him. "Can't ask more than that, Sammy." Then Mike pulled me into his arms for a tight hug. "Tommy is one lucky grandpa," he said as he released me. *************************************** I hope you enjoyed this bit of fun. I always enjoy hearing from satisfied readers: hotfordads@yahoo.com Remember, always play SAFE in the real world. 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