I tried to concentrate on the beautiful cock which was laying on his stomach, but what he was doing to me was feeling way too good to do it justice. I feared that if Grandpa kept doing what he was doing I was going to cum again real soon.
His mouth did let go of my balls, but what followed did nothing for my self control, because when I felt his hand pull my dick down into his mouth I lost it. My dick started spurting almost right away, and Grandpa didn’t miss a beat, hungrily siphoning every drop of cum he could until I was limp as he was.
“Oh, your cum is so sweet,” Grandpa gasped after letting my cock slip out of his mouth. “Been so long since I’ve done that.”
Spent, I was finally able to concentrate on the pale manhood in front of me. I licked the underside of his member all the way to the edge of his crinkled foreskin, letting my tongue dip inside the long shield to toy with the opening again before taking the rubbery cock into my mouth.
My hand worked his wrinkled pouch as I sucked on him, and down at the other end of the bed, I felt Grandpa’s hands on my hips, shifting my body over his face until I felt his tongue licking the ridge between the bottom of my nuts and my anus.
When his tongue kept going, I was stunned but kept trying to concentrate on sucking Grandpa’s cock. Easier said than done, especially when his hands spread my ass cheeks apart and he started licking my anus.
“So beautiful,” I heard Grandpa mumble just before his tongue worked inside my puckered ring, and once he started, he became almost ravenous.
While I squirmed above his face, Grandpa gave me a lesson in analingus that sent shivers down my spine. In addition, I felt his cock getting hard. Not a full erection, but getting close.
Grandpa’s cock didn’t get longer as it stiffened, staying about the same length and thickness, but given the size it had been limp that was just as well. The increasing firmness did make it easier to suck, however, and I fed off my grandfather’s carnivorous assault on my balloon knot, going down on his manhood with a ferocity that even surprised me.
Skinned back, my lips and tongue worked over the sensitive glans in between my taking him all the way into my mouth and throat until my chin was in his silver grey pubes.
Grandpa’s hands were locked onto my hips, and his fingers felt like iron as they dug into my flesh. The next day, bruises they left would serve as proof of his strength, but I felt no pain at the time. He was breathing heavier every second as he slobbered over my anus, making peculiar sounds that led me to believe he was going to cum, and when I felt his cock pulsate in my mouth I knew it was true.
When he did, his cum didn’t blast down my throat but I did feel a little spray as he cried out. His cum soon flowed, oozing out of the corners of my mouth as my lips went up and down his cock, which went flaccid almost immediately after he came, but that was enough.
“Timmy,” I heard my grandfather say softly.
He was sobbing, and when I realized that, I crawled around to face him.
“I’m sorry,” he whimpered. “Forgive me.”
“Forgive you? For what?” I asked. “That was great.”
Somehow during my efforts to make my grandfather cum, I had another orgasm myself, as I saw strings of my seed all over his neck and chest hair. No doubt a result of his amazing oral efforts, but I didn’t even remember getting hard again and he hadn’t even touched my dick either.
“I never thought I would ever have an orgasm again,” Grandpa said, wiping the tears from the corners of his face. “It was so good to feel like a man again. When I saw your – you know, bottom – it looked so beautiful that it brought back memories of a childhood friend that I experienced so much with. Guess I lost control.”
“It was amazing for me too,” I assured him, settling next to him on the bed and cuddling close.
I think we both nodded off right after that, but I awoke with a very pleasurable sensation; the feeling of my dick in my grandfather’s mouth. His lips were clamped around the base of my little stem and remained there when his mouth and throat did all the sucking and his hand jiggled my balls.
I came again somehow, filling Grandpa’s mouth with what he called the “sweetest nectar I’ve ever enjoyed”. He explained later that I had woke him up with my boner poking into him and he didn’t want to see it go to waste.
“When you get to my age, you’ll appreciate every erection you get,” he told me.
“Well, that means I have to coax another one out of you,” I informed Grandpa, grabbing his rubbery cock and giving it a couple of long pulls.
“It will never happen,” he assured me.
“That’s what you said earlier,” I reminded him as I playfully nibbled on the foreskin that I had become fascinated with. “You don’t mind if I give it a try though, do you?”
Grandpa smiled and shook his head, linking his hands behind his neck and looking down as I began to lavish my affection on his magnificently aged member.
“Love watching you work,” Grandpa sighed as I took him into my mouth, and while I enjoyed him watching me, he was a bit wrong there, because it wasn’t work. It was a labor of love.
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