Subject: Summer with Gramps, Part 6 (gay/incest) This is adult FICTION. It is not intended to encourage or condone any similar activities in the real world. It is merely ENTERTAINMENT, for which Nifty could use your donations! http://donate./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! SUMMER WITH GRAMPS PART 6 As he had done after Old Man Geary fucked me, my grandpa eagerly listened as I told him all of the details about getting fucked by Mr. Walker’s fat beer-can cock. Gramps could barely keep his eyes on the road as he drove us toward Hank’s place. When I talked about how it felt to have Mr. Walker’s cock stretching me wider than I’d ever thought possible, Gramps took a hand from the steering wheel and adjusted his crotch. He left that hand in his lap and occasionally gave his cock a squeeze as my story progressed. “It is a whopper,” Gramps chuckled after I said how fat Mr. Walker’s cock was for eighth or tenth or twelfth time. I’d lost track. “But it felt so goooooooooood, Gramps!” I said in a long, drawn-out moan. “Sure does,” Gramps agreed under his breath, but I heard it. “So he’s fucked you too, like he said?” “Once or twice,” Gramps chuckled again as he massaged his hard cock. “Took a bit of getting used to.” “Has anyone else fucked you?” I asked eagerly. “For me to know and you to find out,” Gramps replied coyly. “Well, at least I know you do take it up the ass,” I laughed. “Or have,” Gramps corrected me. “You old fuck,” I laughed. “God, I can still feel Mr. Walker’s cock in me. It was so big, Gramps.” “So you’ve said,” he chuckled as he massaged his cock again. “You want a blowjob?” I asked casually. “I have a better idea,” he said as he slowed the truck down. I looked forward and saw that we were approaching a corner in the road. Not a cross-road. Just a ninety-degree turn in the road. Gramps pulled the truck to the side of the road in the outside edge of the turn and shut the engine off. “Out you get,” he ordered as he climbed out of the driver’s side and slammed the door behind him. “What’s up?” I asked, climbing out of the passenger side. “This is,” he replied, pulling his hard cock out of the zipper of his jeans as he rounded the front of the truck. “Here?” I asked, surprised. “No one can see,” he assured me. I looked around and sure enough, the truck was angled perfectly to block the view from both roads approaching the corner. “You’ve done this before,” I laughed. “One of your dad’s favorite places to stop when I picked him up from sports practice after school.” “You dirty old man,” I leered comically. “Only when he needed it bad, which was most days,” he replied with a laugh. “Do you need it bad, boy?” “Your cock? Always, Gramps,” I said as I began to undo my jeans. “But I’m a bit tender.” “I’ll bet,” Gramps laughed. “I’ll try to take it easy on you, but hearing about you taking Clay’s cock so easily really has me worked up, boy,” he said, stroking his hard cock. “So, I see,” I replied with a grin. “Okay, turn around and brace yourself on the side of the truck,” he ordered casually. I did as I was instructed, pushing my jeans down when I was in position. And then I waited for Gramps’ cock to invade my tender hole. Instead, I felt his hot breath on my bare cheeks. Then his fingers gripped my butt and spread me open. When he did that, I suddenly remembered the wad of toilet paper I’d tucked in my crack to catch Mr. Walker’s overflow. “Looks like your stopper is stuck,” Gramps chuckled as he pulled gently on the toilet paper, which was basically stuck to my skin by Mr. Walker’s cum. “I doubt you’ll let that stop you,” I replied. “Damn right it won’t, son,” he said as he got a firmer grip on the paper and worked it loose. “That’s better.” “Mmmm,” I sighed, feeling the breeze on my exposed hole. Gramps dropped the toilet paper inside my jeans and then used both hands to spread my cheeks wider. “Looks a bit red, but not too worse for wear…all cocks considered.” “You just gonna admire it?” I asked. As his reply, Gramps just leaned in and licked my asshole. Slow and casual. “Mmmm,” I moaned. The texture of his tongue and the warm saliva felt good on my ravaged hole. “Nothing quite like the taste of cum and lube,” Gramps chuckled, and then he began working his tongue into my hole. I relaxed as much as possible and enjoyed the invasion. It was more soothing than I thought. It felt good. Then he reached one hand between my legs and grabbed my cock, and it felt even better. He slowly stroked my dick as he pushed his tongue into me and slurped at my hole. “Mmmmmm,” Gramps growled as he pushed his tongue deeper and wiggled his face in my crack. Devouring my asshole and every trace he could find of Mr. Walker’s cum. Searching for more. Wanting more. All the while stroking my cock. “Oh shit, someone’s coming,” I groaned, standing up straighter. Gramps pulled his face from my crack and laughed, “That was quick.” “A car,” I moaned as he kept stroking my cock. “They’ll pass quick enough,” he assured me, then he spit a wad of saliva on my pucker and went back to enjoying his anal feast. But the car didn’t pass. It pulled to a stop on the other side of the truck. The driver rolled down her window and asked, “Everything okay?” “Everything’s perfect,” I assured her, stifling a groan of pleasure. “You broke down?” she persisted. “Had a flat,” I replied. “All fixed now. Just getting my breath.” A look of shock flickered across my face as I felt Gramps pull his mouth away from my hole and eagerly insert two fingers instead. “You sure you’re okay?” the woman asked. “Yeah, yeah,” I grunted. “No need to waste your time. Thanks for stopping, though.” “Alright, then,” she replied, with an uncertain expression still on her face. I smiled as Gramps began finger-fucking my hole, and the woman finally rolled up her window and drove away. “Always was a pushy old biddy,” Gramps grumbled. “You know her?” I asked. “Couldn’t mistake that voice,” Gramps replied. “Everyone around here knows everyone, and she’s the nosiest of the bunch. And she still don’t know what everyone gets up to…or in to,” he added with a laugh. “Anyway, you ready for more than my tongue and fingers, or is your ass too tender?” “No, it felt good. I think it’ll be fine,” I assured him. “That’s what I was hoping to hear,” he replied as he stood behind me. “Lean over and brace yourself again,” he ordered, and I resumed the position from before we’d been interrupted. Gramps quickly used one hand to spread my cheeks apart and the other to guide the head of his drooling cock to my tender pucker. “Be gentle,” I laughed as he pushed his cock at my back door. “Just relax and enjoy it,” he laughed back as the head popped in. I grunted and bit my lip. It did sting a bit, but Gramps paused and waited for me to do as he instructed. I took a deep breath, held it for a few seconds, and then slowly exhaled. As my lungs emptied out, I could feel my asshole opening up. Allowing Gramps in. Pulling him in. Sucking him in. “Oh yeah,” Gramps sighed as his shaft sank slowly into my hole, which was still filled with lube and Mr. Walker’s cum. “Clay always shoots a nice load,” Gramps said. “I knew you’d still be nice and slick inside. So nice and slick…and tight,” he sighed as he pushed deeper. “Feels so good, Grandpa,” I moaned as he continued filling me. “Sure does, Charlie,” he agreed. “So good,” he moaned as he pushed the last of it into me. “Not as loose as I thought it would be after Clay had his way with it.” “Thanks, I think,” I laughed. “Come on, Gramps, get busy. Hank’s waiting.” “Let him wait,” Gramps grunted as he pulled out a little and then shoved it back in. “Oh yeah,” I moaned as he set up a steady fucking rhythm. Harder and faster. Increasing in intensity. Thrusting me forward. Since my hands were braced against the side of the truck, the vehicle started swaying with every thrust Gramps gave my ass. “Harder, old man,” I groaned. “I’ll show you old,” he grunted back and really started slamming it home. “That’s better,” I panted. “You know how I like it.” “Me too,” he growled. “Nice and sloppy and full of cum.” “You say the nicest things,” I laughed. “Shut up and take it,” he growled, slapping my ass hard to signal that he meant business now. “Yes, sir,” I moaned, thrusting my ass back to impale it on his plunging cock. Both of us swaying. Thrusting. darıca escort Fucking. Flesh slapping flesh. Balls slapping ass. “Oh fuck,” he grunted, grabbing my hips firmly and yanking them back onto this pumping cock. Driving it deeper into my bowels. Burrowing deeper than Mr. Walker’s fat cock had. Drilling me deep. “Oh god, that feels so…,” I moaned. “Fat is good, but deep is great,” I assured him. “Wanna blow this load real deep, boy,” Gramps panted. He was really plowing my ass at that point. “Do it, Gramps,” I encouraged him. “Cream my guts with your cum.” “Gonna do it, Charlie,” he grunted. “Almost there.” “Harder. Deeper.” “Oh god, boy!” “Do it, Gramps. Blow your wad in me.” “I’m gonna,” he puffed. “OH FUCK!” he bellowed and slammed balls deep into my ass. “CUMMING, CH–, CH–. OH, CHARLIE!” he roared as his cock throbbed inside me and started adding his cum to Mr. Walker’s cum. “That’s it, Gramps,” I panted, “fill me up!” “FUCKING CUMMING!” Gramps grunted, suddenly pulling his cock out partway and then slamming it back in again. Grunting loud and long with every thrust to shoot his cum as deep in me as he could. “I want it all!” I replied. “Every last drop.” “YOU’RE GETTING IT!” he assured me with one final thrust. He froze for a moment and then gasped, “Oh shit, boy, you’re the best.” He remained with his spent cock in my ass as he panted and tried to get his breath back. “Too old for this,” he laughed. “You’re just the right age,” I replied, flexing my ass on his cock. “Oh, Charlie,” he moaned, rubbing my ass gently. “That feels…” He broke off as his body shook and quaked one final time. “So good,” he sighed. He took a deep breath, and as he slowly exhaled, he casually pulled his deflating cock out of me. “Ohhhhh,” I moaned with disappointment as Gramps popped out and left me empty again. “Don’t worry,” he laughed. “You’ll get it again soon enough.” “I’d better,” I laughed, reaching down to retrieve the wad of toilet paper from my jeans and putting it back in place to plug up my asshole again. I clench my butt cheeks on it as I pulled up my jeans. “You didn’t get off,” Gramps observed. “I’m good,” I assured him. “You sure are,” he replied, ruffling my hair. “Now let’s get a move on before Hank thinks you’re blowing him off again.” “Again?” I laughed. “I haven’t even had the first chance yet!” “Get your ass in the truck, you little shithead,” Gramps laughed as he fastened up his jeans and headed around to the driver’s side. I climbed into the truck and resigned myself to the fact that playtime was over and an afternoon of work was waiting for me at Hank’s place. ***** “Don’t you be messing around,” Gramps said as he drove up the driveway to Hank’s farmhouse. “What kind of stuff am I going to be doing?” I asked. “Whatever Hank says. After the last time, he will expect you to do a hard day’s work to make up for your mistake and his wasted time.” “Got it,” I confirmed. “No fucking around. I’m done with that for the day,” I said as Gramps pulled the truck to a stop in front of the barn and Hank walked out to greet us. I’d spoken to soon, at least based on how my cock responded when I saw the stud walking toward us. “Well, get out and say hello,” Gramps order as he climbed out of his side of the truck and went to shake Hank’s hand. I got out of the truck and walked around to join then, but all I could do was stare. Hank was more than six feet tall, pure blond hair and blue eyes. And where Mr. Walker’s shirt was strained by his pot belly, Hank’s shirt was strained by nothing but muscles. My mouth was watering. “Hello, Charlie,” the nordic god said, holding out his hand. “Glad you could make it today.” “Yeah, uh, hello, uh, sorry about the, uh mix-up,” I stammered. I shook his hand quickly and let it go. “He’s not usually so bashful,” Gramps laughed. “But he’ll get over it. Just tell him what needs doing and he’ll do it.” “Good to know,” Hank said, and then he grinned at me with the biggest, whitest teeth I’d ever seen. The man was perfect. “Well, I’ll let you get on with it,” Gramps finally said. “Wasted enough of your time already.” “Thanks, Joe,” Hank replied as Gramps climbed back in the truck. “And thank Marty for the loan of his son when you talk to him.” “Loan, nothing. You’re paying the kid,” Gramps said gruffly. “Don’t forget it.” “Alright, alright, although I might have to dock him for the mix-up.” “Well, that’s understandable,” Gramps agreed. “But so’s a bonus if he performs better than you expected,” he added mysteriously. “I’ll keep it in mind, Joe,” Hank laughed. Gramps revved up the engine and drove off, waving out the window as he headed down the driveway. “Well, Charlie, are you ready to get to work?” “Yes, sir,” I muttered. “Call me Hank. I may be the same age as your dad, but you don’t have to make me feel like it,” he laughed. “Sorry, si–. Hank.” “That’s better. Come on out to the barn.” As he walked away, my eyes focused on his ass, which was covered by tight jeans and gave a whole new meaning to “buns of steel”! Fortunately, I looked down just as he looked around to make sure I was following him. “I’m coming,” I said as he waited for me to catch up to him. “You okay there, Charlie? You look a little unsteady on your feet.” “I’m good,” I assured him. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’ve had the Clay Walker treatment,” he laughed. “What?!” I asked, caught off guard. “Oh, nothing. Just a local saying,” Hank laughed. “Every time you have to do business with Clay Walker, he always gets the better end of the deal and leaves you feeling like you got kicked in the ass.” “Oh,” I replied lamely. “So,” Hank continued as we walked toward the barn, “any time someone’s walking funny for some reason, people just say he must have had the Clay Walker treatment.” He looked at me steadily and I couldn’t tell whether he was joking or trying to figure out if I’d been fucked by Mr. Walker. “Then I guess I’ve had the Clay Walker treatment,” I finally laughed. “You get used to it around here,” he assured me with a laugh in return. “Come on. Work won’t wait another day.” ***** Hank had a lot of work to be done, and he expected me to give 100 percent, but he pitched in and gave 100 percent as well. It was like he treated me as an equal. He didn’t expect anything less and wasn’t going to ask me to do anything he wasn’t willing to do himself. I eventually started to relax around him, but he still occasionally caught me staring at his butt or his muscles or his well-packed crotch. When he did, he just laughed and asked, “Are you working in dreamland again, Charlie? The pay isn’t nearly as good as in Hankland.” I just apologized and worked harder to make up for the slacking. ***** At the end of the day, I was wiped out. Every muscle in my body hurt. All the pleasure Gramps and Mr. Walker had given to my ass that morning had long since worn off. I just wanted to go home and fall into bed. I followed Hank up to the house, and he told me to wait in the living room while he went to get my pay. Without being asked to, I collapsed on the sofa. I’d almost passed out from exhaustion when Hank returned. “Make yourself comfortable,” he laughed. “Oh, sorry,” I mumbled, forcing myself to stand up, but not being too graceful about it. “Looks like you’ve really had the Clay Walker treatment now,” Hank laughed. “But you did a good job, Charlie. I think this should cover it.” He held out a handful of bills, which I took and put in my pocket. “Aren’t you gonna count it?” Hank asked. “Too tired,” I laughed weekly. “You want me to drive you back to Joe’s place?” “I think I can find my way,” I replied. “Wouldn’t want you to end up at Old Man Geary’s again by accident,” he laughed. “Yeah well, Gran promised him I’d do work for him, too, so it all worked out good.” There was a huge flash of lighting and a crash of thunder. “And just in time too, it looks like,” Hank said. We walked out to the porch and discovered a torrential downpour. We could hardly see ten feet beyond the steps. “Great, just what I needed,” I whined. “Well, you certainly can’t walk in that, and I’d rather not drive in it. Why don’t you hang around and I’ll fix something for dinner? Maybe it will blow itself out.” “If it’s not too much trouble,” I said. “Not at all.” “Thanks.” I called home and told Gran that I was still at Hank’s and would be home after the storm. After we’d finished eating and cleaning up the dishes, it was still pouring down. Hank suggested I could just sleep over if I wanted. kocaeli eve gelen escort I was too tired to think about any other plans and accepted gladly. I called home and got Gramps. When I told him that I was going to sleep over at Hank’s place, he just started laughing. “Sleep tight, Charlie,” he finally said, “very tight.” And with that cryptic instruction, he hung up. “Wanna watch a movie?” Hank asked, flipping on the television. “Uh, sure,” I said, sitting down on the sofa beside him. “Not sure how long I’ll last, though,” I added with a yawn. I don’t think I lasted through the opening credits. ***** The next thing I knew, I was waking up in the dark with an excruciating pain in my right leg. “FUCK!” I yelled as I sat up and grabbed the cramping offender. A light came on and Hank asked urgently, “What’s the matter?” “Fucking Charley Horse cramp!” I yelled. “God, it hurts!” “Flip over and let me at it,” Hank said. It was then that I realized I was in a bed and naked. I was in too much pain to process anything else other than that Hank was naked as well. “Please do something,” I begged as I rolled over on my stomach and my left leg felt like it was cramping more, not relaxing. “I’ll try,” Hank assured me as he moved down to my leg and began massaging the muscles. His hands felt so firm and strong as they fought the pain for me. I tried to get my breathing under control, taking deep breaths instead of panting. “That’s it,” Hank said. “Deep breaths. Try to relax the rest of your body for me.” “Oh god,” I moaned, “it hurts so…” I was in too much pain to go on, but Hank didn’t give up. He kept working my calf muscles and then eventually worked his way down to my foot, which was also cramping with my toes weirdly splayed out. “That’s it, just relax,” Hank said soothingly. “You’ll be fine. I’ll take care of you.” And that’s when I finally managed to relax. My leg still hurt, but I wasn’t panicking. I knew I was in good hands. I could feel it. And then the pain started to subside as well. “Oh god,” I finally sighed. “I’ve never felt anything like that before.” “I guess you overdid it today,” Hank replied as he continued to massage my foot. “Sorry about that.” “Not your fault,” I replied. “No, it looked like you started your daily workout long before you got to my farm,” he chuckled softly. “What?” I asked, starting to tense up. “Relax, Charlie,” Hank ordered gently as he worked back up to my calf. “Just relax.” I tried to relax again, but my mind was racing. How did I get in his bed? Why was I naked? Finally, I worked up my nerve to ask out loud, “Did we…?” Hank chuckled again and said, “You passed out during the movie. I carried you up here. Didn’t feel like making up another bed and couldn’t let you sleep in your clothes.” “Oh,” I replied. “Gave you a sponge bath too,” he added softly as he hands moved up and began working on my thigh. “You did?” I asked. “Had to get some of the day’s grime off before you got it all over my sheets,” he clarified. “As you can see, I sleep as nature intended, so I didn’t have any PJs for you.” Slowly, his hands worked up my thigh and casually began massaging my gluteus maximus. When he did that, my cock started to relax and grow beneath me. “Couldn’t help wondering about that wad of toilet paper you had tucked up here,” he finally said. “I uh…” I couldn’t think of any logical explanation. “The Clay Walker Treatment can sometimes be messy as well as painful,” Hank explained for me casually. I just started laughing. Whether it was delayed hysterics over the cramps or relief at the unknown tension between me and Hank, I don’t know. I just laughed and laughed and laughed. Hank just kept massaging my butt as if nothing strange was going on. Finally, I calmed down enough to reply, “Yeah, you could say that.” After a few deep breaths, I asked, “How did you know?” “Clay’s the only one whose ever been able to make me walk like that,” he chuckled. “He’s so big, right?” I said eagerly, looking over my shoulder. “Fat enough,” Hank agreed, “but not too long.” “Exactly,” I agreed. After a few more seconds of Hank massaging my butt, I asked, “So you like…guys?” “Guys, cock, ass, whatever,” he replied casually. “Does Gramps know?” I asked innocently. That made Hank roar with laughter. “What?” I persisted. “He was the first guy who ever fucked my ass,” Hank finally replied. “He caught me giving your dad a blowjob–” “What?” I almost yelled it as I tried to roll over, but Hank’s firm grip kept me in place. “Back in high school,” Hank continued. “Next time your grandpa got me alone, he offered to teach me more. He was a damn good teacher,” he admitted. “Still is,” I replied without thinking. “And I was an eager student,” Hank continued. I wasn’t sure whether he hadn’t heard me or if he was just ignoring the revelation. “You feel so good,” Hank sighed as his massaging finally began spreading my cheeks and exposing my hole. I tried to relax, but my cock was rock hard underneath me in anticipation of what was to come. I wanted it from the first time I saw him, but I never imagined that that godlike creature was into men. He could have had any woman he wanted. At that point, it seemed like he wanted me…and I wanted him to have me. I don’t know why, but it felt different from the others. Not the family vibe with Dad and Gramps. Not the horny abandon with Old Man Geary and Mr. Walker. “Do you want…?” I asked softly. “Roll over,” Hank replied just as softly. I was disappointed, but I did as instructed. After all, Gramps had told me to do whatever Hank said. “Nice,” he sighed when I was finally on my back and my excited cock was throbbing on my belly. His hand slid over my balls and up my shaft. “Oh god,” I sighed when Hank gently gripped my shaft and began slowly, gently stroking my cock. “This is what I want,” he said softly before leaning forward and swallowing my cock. “Oh, Hank,” I moaned as his lips slid down my shaft. Smoothly. Confidently. His hand slipped down to cup my balls as his mouth took control of my dick. His warm, wet mouth engulfing me. Sucking me. Tasting me. His hand gently squeezing my nuts. “Mmmmmm,” he sighed as he got his first taste of my precum and then sucked eagerly for more. “So good,” I moaned as his lips continued sliding steadily up and down my shaft and his tongue swirled around the engorged head. Dipping into my piss slit for more nectar. Gripping my shaft with his other hand to work more precum up to be sucked from my cock. I casually ran my hands through his thick blonde hair. The whole thing was slow and casual and more exciting than ever. Finally, Hank let my throbbing cock slip from between my lips. He looked up at me and asked softly, “Will you fuck me, Charlie?” I just stared down into the eyes hovering over my throbbing cock and balls and couldn’t believe it. The hottest man I’d ever seen wanted ME to fuck HIM! “Are you serious?” I finally asked. “I thought you would want…” He grinned and said, “Oh, I want that too. It’s just that I think you’ve taken enough for one day. Now, I want to take what you have to give.” He slowly stroked my cock while I processed what I was hearing. “Please, Charlie.” How could I resist that?! “If it’s what you really want,” I finally replied with a wicked grin. “Oh it is, Charlie. I promise,” he replied with a matching wicked grin. “You sure your muscles can handle it?” he suddenly asked with a serious face. “We can wait for another time if…” “I’m willing to risk it,” I laughed. “Good,” he replied, quickly moving up to lay on top of my body and give me a long, sensitive, passionate kiss. “You feel what you do to me?” he whispered, grinding his hard cock against mine. “I could hardly concentrate on work with you staring at me all day.” “I wasn’t–. Okay, yeah, I was,” I laughed, pulling his head down for another kiss. I slid my tongue between his lips and his teeth and he eagerly accepted it in. Feeling it with his tongue. Letting his saliva mingle with mine. “Oh, Charlie,” he moaned into my mouth. “Mmmmm, Hank,” I moaned back. While still kissing me, Hank rolled us over so I was on top. “You’re so strong,” I sighed. “Strong enough to take it,” he assured me, and I knew what he wanted to take. “You have lube?” I asked. “It’s all ready for you,” he replied with a smile. “I was hoping to start the day like this, but there’s no time like the present.” I reached down and slid a hand between us, down over his oozing cock and tight balls, slipping down into his hot gebze escort bayan crack, searching for his hole, finding the lube-prepped entrance just as he’d said. “Satisfied?” he whispered. “Not yet,” I grinned back. “But I’m sure I will be before we’re through.” “Me too,” Hank replied as he spread his muscular legs wide and let me settle between them. As I pushed myself back onto my knees, I let my hands trail tantalizingly down his torso. Smooth. Bronzed. Muscled. “I’ve never seen anyone like you,” I admitted without thinking about it. “Farmwork doesn’t make Gramps look like this,” I laughed. “He doesn’t have a workout room.” “Do you?” I asked surprised, as if anyone would lie about that. “I’ll show it to you sometime. But first, I want you to give my ass a workout,” he said, reminding me what I was supposed to be doing. “Gramps said to do everything you told me to do,” I said with a grin. “Then I’m telling you to slide that young, hot cock into my old, but tight, asshole.” “You’re not old,” I objected. “I’m old enough to be your father,” he replied with a raised eyebrow. “I guess you are,” I laughed as my hands trailed down over his granite thighs and came to rest on his ankles. “Are you ready?” “And waiting,” he replied. I smiled and lifted his ankles to place them on my shoulders. I then scooted forward with cock in hand until the head was resting on his pink pucker. I couldn’t imagine how powerful that hole was going to feel. “No need to be gentle, Charlie.” “We’ll see about that,” I grinned as I pressed forward. My eyes flew wide open as my cock slid easily into Hank’s hole. Lubed and relaxed and warm. I looked into his eyes and he just smiled as my dick slid deeper and deeper without any resistance or objection. “Oh god,” I moaned when I was fully embedded in him and could feel his hole tensing up around me. “You’ve done this before,” I laughed. “Once or twice, but never with you.” I couldn’t believe how special he was making me feel. It was so odd. And so different from Old Man Geary and Mr. Walker. Dad and Gramps were close, but it was still different. “You feel so good,” I assured Hank. “So do you,” he replied. “I’m all yours.” I ran my hands up and down his thick, hard thighs as I slowly pulled my cock out of him and then sank it back inside. Slowly. Gently. Smoothly. In and out. In and out. “That feels nice,” he sighed, closing his eyes and relaxing into my motions. As I continued fucking him, he began stroking his body with his own handles, gliding them over his belly and up to his chest. Circling his nipples, sliding up to his throat. “You’re so gorgeous,” I whispered. “Mmmmm,” he sighed, gripping a nipple between the thumb and forefinger of one hand and letting the other hand slide back down his belly, over his balls, passed his balls and on down until his forked fingers straddled my cock where it was sliding smoothly in and out of him. “Oh yeah,” he sighed. “Oh god,” I moaned in reply as I felt the strength of his fingers added to the power of his tight hole. Without thinking about it, I began to speed up my motions. Still steady. Still gentle. But faster. More urgent. “Oh yeah, that’s it, Charlie. That’s how I like it,” he whispered. I watched as he twisted the nipple and a slight grimace passed over his face before it was replaced with a look of joy. “Don’t stop,” he sighed. Far from stopping, I was continuing to increase my tempo. Ever faster. Ever faster. Breathing heavier. The sight of Hank feeling such obvious pleasure egged me on. Faster. Faster. Deeper. Deeper. “This is so…” I panted, unable to express myself. “Yes, it is,” Hank agreed. “So perfect,” he sighed. “Oh, Charlie,” he moaned as my steady glide changed to forceful thrusts. “Yes, yes, yes,” he groaned with every plunge. “That’s it. Harder, Charlie. Harder.” I grunted and obliged. Driving my cock deep and hard into Hank’s bowels. I was amazed at how such a rugged man could be lost in apparent anal rapture. “Oh, Hank,” I grunted. “I never…” “The way it should be,” Hank moaned. “So perfect, Charlie. I knew it would be. From the first moment I saw your nervous face. I wanted this.” “So did I,” I panted. “Oh god, Hank, this feels fucking amazing.” He finally opened his eyes and looked at me. They were beaming with joy as his lips spread into a smile. “You’re fucking amazing, Charlie. Don’t you ever forget it.” He then did a crunch and lifted up his torso to reach out and feel my chest. “Oh, Hank,” I groaned pressing my flesh into his rugged hands as I pounded his hole. “Perfect,” he whispered as his fingers found my nipples and pinched them firmly. “Fuuuuuuuck,” I groaned as the pinching turning into a gentle twist and electric energy shot from my nipples out to every nerve in my body. “I’m gonna…” “Do it, Charlie,” Hank whispered. “Do it.” He worked my nipples even harder and I lost control. “I’M GONNA CUM!” I yelled. “Do it, Charlie,” Hank whispered again calmly. “I CAN’T HOLD OFF!” “Don’t try. Just let it go.” His voice was so soft and soothing but so authoritative. “Cum, Charlie,” he ordered. And I did! I slammed my cock into his muscular ass again and again and again as my balls began pumping out their cumload. “FUCK, HANK!” I yelled as my juices shot into him. “DON’T STOP!” I shouted as he twisted my nipples harder. “I’M CUMMING!” I roared as my body lost control and flooded his ass with load after load after seemingly never-ending load of cum. My entire body was on fire as it filled him. “I LOVE YOU, HANK!” I bellowed as my body gave a final shuddering thrust. “Oh god,” Hank whispered softly but urgently, and I felt his ass grip my cock firmly, tighter than before. “Oh, Charlie,” he moaned, still twisting my increasingly tender nipples. I looked down between his arms just in time to see his untouched cock pulse and throb and start shooting stream after stream after stream of his white cream over his bronzed belly. “Fuck yeah,” I hissed. The sight was impressive. And his ass spasming on my cock as his balls emptied their load felt amazing. “Fuck yeah,” Hank whispered with a smile as his cock’s pulses became more irregular and I could feel his grip on my nipples and cock loosening. “Fuck yeah,” he sighed again as he finally released my nipples and let his body and arms fall back onto the mattress. “You’re amazing,” I sighed, running my hands slowly up and down his relaxing thighs before leaning forward and running them through the pools of cum on his belly. He was so restrained, so powerful, so sexy. “So are you, Charlie,” he whispered, placing his hands on top of mine and joining me in rubbing the cum all over his bronzed body. “So are you,” he repeated when he finally lifted my hands to his face and began licking them clean. “Mmmmmm.” When my softening cock slipped out of his ass, I eagerly lunged forward and landed full length on Hank’s body. Before he could react, I was attacking him with lusty, deep, cum-savoring kisses. “Mmmm, Hank,” I moaned into his mouth “Mmmm, Charlie,” he moaned back as I felt his slick hands reach around and grab my ass to grind our spent cocks together. ***** Since it was still the middle of the night, I eventually just nestled in Hank’s strong arms with my head on his firm chest. I listened to his heartbeat and his steady breaths. It took me some time to work up the nerve to utter, “About what I said, when I was cumming….” “Everyone gets carried away now and then,” Hank assured me as he gently stroked my hair. I hesitated for a long time, but then I said. “I don’t think I was carried away. I think I meant it. I think I mean it.” “No need to talk about it now. Time will see all things right,” he whispered, lifting his head to kiss the top of mine. I don’t know if he thought I was just trying to flatter him, if I was too young to know what love was, or if I was just talking from my cock, but I do know that he didn’t seemed bothered one way or the other. I also noticed that he didn’t say what he felt, if anything, about me. Just to change the mood, I asked with a laugh, “Is everyone in this town gay?” “Mainly just horny,” Hank laughed back. After a while, though, he did add softly, “But there are a few of us dedicated to the cause.” “You’re completely gay?” I asked, not sure if that’s what he meant. “Yes, Charlie, I’m completely gay. One hundred percent. Want to give me another test to be sure?” he asked with a deep, hearty, amazing laugh. “Maybe in the morning,” I replied, relaxing into his arms, slowly rubbing his belly, and easily falling back asleep to the sound of his comforting heartbeat. ——————- I hope you enjoyed this bit of fun. 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