Stroking my grandson
After the amazing ball draining Tyler gave me, I was determined to get my hands around his big leaking cock. I had the plan of taking him fishing and staring at his large bulge. The evening prior, I floated the idea of going into town, seeing a movie and ending the day fishing on the lake and other various activities.
Tyler seemed excited when I asked him and I let him pick the movie. He opted for some action movie. We both took showers and I got dressed in jeans, and a linen shirt. Tyler dressed in a sleeveless shirt and a pair of basketball shorts. Unbeknownst to me, he was sporting a thin thong that barely contained his big, juicy youthful flesh. We climbed into my truck and after a 30 min drive we pulled into the MoviePlex. After getting out popcorn and seats we settled down and waited for the show to start.
I was burning to talk to him about the other day, but I wanted to keep this to myself for as long as I could. I slowly placed my hand as close to Tyler's thigh as I could. I never thought of someone who would do anything in public, let alone with his own flesh and blood. I looked down at my handsome grandson and drank in his handsome features and body. My eyes rested on the mound between his legs. He had a large ample bulge. Thanks to his swollen balls and soft, juicy cock. There were countless nights when I heard the all too familiar sound of cock stroking coming from his room, and I know he has balls that constantly need to be drained. I was just hoping I would be able to assist him with the task.
Tyler watched the movie and I watched Tyler's bulge. I was tingling with anticipation. My own old man balls were being their own load as well. I gave my tightning crotch a squeeze and crossed my legs. The movie finished wirh nothing too exciting (I couldn't tell you a damn thing that happened) we left the theater and we made out way back to the truck.
The drive back, I asked him about the other day.
“Ty, is there anything you want to tell me? I know you were in my room the other day, and I want to ask you now, is there something you're not telling me?” Tyler immediately clamed up and turned bright red.
“Uh, no, Grampa. I dont know what your talking about!”
Tyler studdered and was clearly embarrassed that I knew about the nasty things he did to me. “Im not mad, I just want to explain that going into people's rooms isn't really kosher. Knock before you enter”
Tyler seemed really confused.
“Sure, Gramps. Next time I'll knock before I come into your bedroom.” Tyler was relieved that it wasnt about the incestuous sins he committed.
When we go to the lake, I stopped the car and boldy reached over and cupped my Grandsons crotch in one hand and softly squeezed it. “Now, time for grandpa to take care of this” I growled.
“WHOAH! WHAT THE FUCK!” Tyler yelled as he reflexively jerked back. “What are you doing grandpa!!” His words tumbled out in a jibbering mess.
“Boy, I'm just repaying a favor” I said as I closed in and planted my lips directly onto his shocked mouth. My tounge quickly darted into Tyler's open mouth and I proceeded to suck and explore every inch of his wet, hot mouth. I pulled away and he was gasping for air as his beet red face looked lost.
“You're welcome, I guess” he weakly said as I opened the car door. “Time to go get some fish” I joyfully said as I made my way down to the row boat. Tyler came stumbling after, his dick straining against his shorts. I sat at the bow of the boat and Tyler sat facing me. My legs were spread and my grandpa bulge was puffed up and hungry for more. Tyler, he was clearly aroused and his penis was steel and plastered against his thigh. It pulsed and twitched and I watched with fire in my eyes.
As we rowed out into the open lake, my grandson kept palming his stiff dick. He had a pained look on his face, and I the generous grandpop that I am had to help out. “Looks like you got yourself a little problem” I quipped as I stared directly at his aching member.
“Nah, im good” Tyler grunted as he could help but give his full length a long slow squeeze.
“Boy, your balls are going to pop if you dont take care of that” I responded pointedly.
“You gonna help?” He asked sarcastically. That all I needed to hear. I leaned forward and gave his twitching thing a quick flick. Tyler gasped and spread his legs open further. He was clearly in pain, his rock hard cock fighting against his shorts and thong. I instructed the boy to remove his shorts. He gladly agreed. I watched as his dick bounced and jumped when it was released from his shorts. The thong looking like it was going to rip was pulled so tight against his deep red head that I thought they were going to fuse. I gave his head a good squeeze resulting in a glob of precum escaping and staining the fabric of his thong and clear, sticky goodness.
Tyler was moaning softly as I palapted and angered his penis even more. The poor boy clearly wanting full release from the constraining thong he had on. “You wanna remove those?” I asked him as I continued to massage his aching, hot, sticky rod.
“ more than anything, Gandpa” he whimpered out. He was working his stiff nipples every time his fingers brushed over them, or he rolled them between his fingers he let out a soft groan and would send a load of precum rolling down his shaft. I slowly removed the thong and pushed it to the side, his balls came spilling out and landed with a soft thud against the bench of the boat. His low hangers full, throbbing and churning up a decent load for his grandpa. I was impressed with the sight before me. My own grandson (who looks a lot like my own son did at his age) sitting in front of me, his man cock swinging and pulsing as his massive balls move up and down with every beat of his heart. I was over taken with lust, shame, and jealousy. I wanted to destroy that cock and make him work for the cum that was clearly making his balls ache with pain.
After taking in the entirety of his massive piece, I firmly grabed him and felt as a jolt of electricity shot from my hand holding him straight to my cock. I had a strong dry orgasam. My nose flared and I closed my eyes and my head fell back. “ you ok?” Tyler asked.
“I’m all good son, I’m all good” I came to and looked right at his twitching toy. I gave him a slow stroke and he gasped and moaned as my hand softly worked his flesh. Tyler spread his legs even more and pushed his hips out making himself even more exposed to his dirty, old grandpa. I went back to stroking his perfect cock. My hand sliding up and down his slick pole. His precum was dripping down his shaft, covering his balls and being up with a wet patch on the boats floor. Tyler was drunk with pleasure. He was like horny playdoh, malleable and soft in my hands, eager to be molded into the perfect cum machine.
As I continued the assault on his red, swollen dick he was loudly moaning. “Oh grandpa, yes please.” He would groan. “Make my cock cum! I want you to make me cum!” He shouted out in ecstasy as I felt his dick stiffen. I let go, his penis throbbing and spewing out precum as I relented and gave Tyler a rest. “You need to control yourself” I said “Teens like you need to practice cum control.” I gave his nipples a sharp twist.
“Damn grandpa! That hurt.” Tyler's dick softened slightly. “ Don't forget, your the little trick here” I said to him. I grasped his penis and gave it a firm stroke.
His dick growing and throbbing with a heartbeat of its own.
“Time to make this cum” I said as I focused my attention on his pulsing balls. I wanted to see his winking hole, but in a boat, that would be a bit difficult. I had Tyler sit with his legs up so they were on the bench. His dick sticking out and his hole and taint were exposed due to the angle of his hips. I used my free hand to press and explore his twitching taint. His hole was gorgeous. I was going to have to get my tounge deep inside at some point. I gave his taint a good press. This is what sent my slut grandson over the edge. “Grandpa! Im cumming!” He said in the hottest voice I've ever heard. I felt his dick swell as he unloaded several heavy spurts that loudly splattered against the floor of the boat. I whistled and said “damn boy! You were loaded.” I was impressed. I was so proud of my grandson i couldn't help but beam.
Tyler spent the next several minutes recovering. He layed there, his cock and balls were red and wet with fluids. “So, how about something fishing?” I asked him as he stuffed his junk away. I offered him a beer and he chugged half of it. My grandson and I spend the next several hours in silence. Fishing, and tossing back the smaller ones we caught. We were able to catch a 2-3 large trout. We made it back to the house and I gutted, cleaned and cooked the fish to perfection. After dinner, Tyler and I cuddled on the couch. I had my hand lightly pressing his tight little button. He was curled up and softly whimpering in my ear. I could get used to this. I softly fingered the boy until he fell asleep. I woke him up and sent him to his room. That night, I jerked my dick and I didn't even need a viagra. My cock was hard as a rock and I furiously beat my cock until I sent out a powerful load all over the carpet. I stumbled to my room and as I hit the pillow I was lulled to bed by the soft snoring coming from the room across from me.
