So when he said what he said to me, and looked at me the way he did, it would have floored me if I hadn’t already been on my bed. I couldn’t think of anything to say, and even if I could have, I’m not sure that my voice would have worked.
“Hot in here,” Grandpa said. “Why don’t you let me make you a little more comfortable?”
Could my grandfather actually be taking my t-shirt off, and was I actually raising my arms to let him do it? It was so out of my wildest imagination that it didn’t even seem like it was happening to me, but more like I was an observer.
My t-shirt came off and I was being eased back down on the bed, and now Grandpa was pulling my shorts down, leaving me with just my underwear remaining.
“You’ve really become a well-developed young man,” Grandpa said as he ran his hands over my chest and down my legs, which like the rest of me were moist with perspiration. “Lost that baby fat and put on some muscle. You’re nice and smooth too.”
Grandpa’s weathered hands moved over my hairless chest and long my virtually hairless legs, avoiding my underwear, and while what he was doing felt wonderful, my dick was trying to crawl into my body like a turtle.
He hadn’t touched me there, but I noticed his eyes inspecting the tight white cotton briefs, and I was sure that he was wondering why there was no massive bulge to be found there in his “well developed” grandson’s underwear.
His curiosity must have gotten the best of him, because the hand that had been sliding along my legs went a little higher, reaching up and looking for my dick through the cotton. The embarrassment of someone having to search for my dick was always there at first, and this was no exception.
The look on Grandpa’s face showed that he was shocked when he finally located the sad little tube, but he recovered quickly and smiled as he pulled on my dick.
“Mind if I take these off for you?” he said, and I lifted my butt off the bed to let Grandpa tug my underwear off, his eyes fixed on the little limp stem resting on my wrinkled hairless sac, which contained my cherry-tomato sized balls.
“Not exactly what you expected,” I finally said, my voice garbled because of my dry throat.
“You’ve got a lovely body, Timmy,” Grandpa said as he took my dick between his thumb and index finger and started to slowly stretch it. “No need to be ashamed of yourself.”
I tried to think of something – anything to make myself get hard, but I was so nervous all I could do was lie there as Grandpa patiently tugged on my flaccid dick in an effort to bring it to life.
“Maybe,” I croaked. “Maybe if you took your clothes off.”
“Be glad too, although I’m not much to look at,” Grandpa said as he stood up and began to unbutton his shirt. “Hot in here anyway.”
Grandpa was about my height, 5’9″ or so, but was slender. His body was trim for a senior citizen, and I noted the patch of white hair which covered his chest like a cloud. I saw that his legs were pale and hairless, and when he got down to just his boxer shorts he hesitated for just a second before dropping them and stepping out of them.
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Chapter Four: Seeing my Grandpa naked.
Grandpa slid back down and sat next to me, not making much of a show about it, and started to turn his attention back to me, but I would have none of that and asked him to stand up for a second.
“Are we really related?” I asked as I stared at the long hose that dangled between his legs, and I shook my head at the sight.
His wrinkled, flaccid cock was way bigger than I would have imagined, and as I gazed in wide-eyed wonder at the uncircumcised cock that had to be six inches long soft, I wondered how big the thing would get had it been aroused.
“Just a dead dick,” Grandpa said with a shrug of his shoulders, giving the hose a tug as he sat there and let me inspect him.
His foreskin was long, and I could clearly see the shape of his glans underneath the shroud which made his manhood look like a cocoon.
“Let’s get back to you,” Grandpa said. “Seems like you aren’t quite as nervous now.”
His hand went to my dick, which was standing upright, and Grandpa’s finger and thumb slid down the shaft of my swollen manhood, all four inches of it. As soon as he touched me, I knew what was going to happen and was helpless to do anything but watch as my dick began spurting cum all over my chest and stomach.
While this startled my grandfather, he continued to stroke my dick until it went limp again, shrinking back into the shape of the tiny mushroom he had first seen.
“Didn’t mean for that to happen so fast,” Grandpa said as he rested my dick back onto the wisp of pubic hair above it and spread the seed around my chest with his hand. “Quite a cannon you’ve got there.”
“I have a problem with that,” I said with some embarrassment. “Not very good at self-control – at least at first.”
“Well, that’s a problem that I could live with,” he said with a twinge of sadness. “I haven’t gotten an erection in so long…”
“Can I touch you, Grandpa?”
He seemed shocked at my saying that, but considering that he was rubbing my cum-drenched chest after creating the mess, I didn’t think that I was out of line.
“Gee Timmy, I don’t – I mean I shouldn’t even have – or be doing…”
“I’m not a kid anymore,” I said, getting up on my knees and motioning for Grandpa to take my place on his back.
“Nothing is going to happen,” Grandpa told me and he reclined and relaxed on the bed with his hands behind his head.
“You never know,” I told him while kneeling next to his hip and trying to get the courage to do what I wanted to do.
I had touched plenty of cocks in my 19 years, yet I approached this one with trepidation because after all, he was my grandfather. His long and wrinkled manhood hung to the side, resting on his right hip, while between his legs hung a most impressive pair of balls that rested in a very elongated sac.
When I first took his flaccid member in my hand, I was stunned to feel exactly how soft it was. The rubbery hose was so squishy that it was impossible to hold upright, so I started by gently pulling on it, marvelling at the stretching capability it had.
“Even though nothing going to happen, it does feel good to have somebody touch it again,” Grandpa said.
“What I wouldn’t give to have something like this between my legs,” I said as I tried to pull the long foreskin down, finally succeeding after a bit of work, exposing a long conical glans with a large opening at the tip.
Grandpa moaned as I bowed my head and let my tongue dance along the opening before my lips slid down the crown. I felt Grandpa’s hand on the back of my thigh, gripping hard as I licked the head of his dick before stuffing the spongy organ into my mouth.
“Timmy,” Grandpa groaned. “This way.”
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Chapter Four: His way.
My grandfather maneuvered me so that I was straddling his face with my crotch, and before I went back down on him I peeked down between my legs just as Grandpa’s mouth was taking my balls in his mouth.
His lips easily wrapped around my whole sac, and when I felt him sucking on my nuts, churning the little orbs around in his mouth like it was a washing machine, my dick became hard again right away.