Date: Mon, 20 Dec 2004 12:31:11 -0800 (PST)
From: Wil McDougal <wilmcdougal@yahoo.com>
Subject: Grandpa's Nipples Part One

***This story is true, but some details, ages, and locales
have been altered.  If you like what you see feel free to
email me at wilmcdougal@yahoo.com****


Grandpa's Nipples


When I was an 18 year old freshman in college, I had sex
with my grandfather.  Now, that may not sound too appealing
to most guys, but they obviously never saw my grandfather.
By the time this happened, he was a very rugged 64 year old,
just off an adulthood working manual labor.  His beefy bod
had softened a bit, but he filled out his shirts nicely.  He
may have started to get a sort of a belly going, and his
pecs weren't as hard as they surely once were, but he was
still a great looking guy.  But the best thing about him
wasn't apparent until he took his shirt off or wore a tight
undershirt: he had the hottest set of nipples you have ever
seen.

Let me give you some back-story: when I was younger, maybe
around 12, our family was at a public beach.  The whole day
I stared at his chest.  He had beefy, semi-hairy pecs with
giant half-dollar-coin-sized nipples.  I mean, those babies
had to be an inch-and-a-half across.  Could not keep my eyes
off them. (and I got lucky, because I inherited a nice set
of nips myself). I wanted nothing more than to pull up a
seat and suck on his big tits all day.

In the bath house that day I remember going in with my
grandfather to shower and change.  It was a big place, but
there were only a few guys around.  I was changing out of my
suit and I looked up and caught the sight of my grandfather
going into a shower stall.  I remember his staring right at
me as he went in, and remember clear as day that he never
pulled the shower curtain across, he just let me watch.  Of
course, to a guy my age it looked like the biggest dick
ever, but I didn't get to see a lot of adult dick.  It was
probably a nice 5 inches soft, flopping around over his big
hairy balls, and all surrounded by a really thick black bush
of pubic hair.  Great as that was, it was his big nipples
that I was most interested in.  Watching his lather them up
and run his (lucky) hands across them.  It made my stomach
twist with nervousness to be caught looking at him, but I
kept taking peeks.  And every time he would be peeking right
back at me.

Nothing else happened.  Though I did jerk off to the
scenario about a thousand times.  I really liked the
naughtiness of that kinda fantasy.  The taboo of it really
turned me on.  It wouldn't be until I was in college that
I'd get a closer, more significant encounter.
He lived on a pretty secluded stretch of land in Virginia
with my grandmother, surrounded by farms.  I visited a lot
but usually with my brothers and sisters along.  There was
never anything sexual going on between me and my
grandfather.  He never stared at me or anything, or did
anything suggestive.  He was a very masculine, macho guy.  I
started to doubt that I had ever really seen him "showing
off" for me in the shower.  Maybe that had been wishful
thinking-a detail that materialized only after years of
fantasizing about it.

The weekend of my freshman year I went to my grandparents
place alone (since I finally had a car), and I didn't have
any notion of what was going to happen.  I just needed to
get away for a while.  I knew my grandmother was not going
to be there on Saturday when I arrived, because she was
going to the nearest big town (50 miles away) with neighbors
to go shopping.  I was just going there to kick back and do
nothing all weekend.

When I pulled up my grandfather was working in his vegetable
garden.  Of course, seeing him shirtless and sweaty
immediately got me worked up.  We chatted a while and got
something to drink.  I felt bad not offering to help do some
work so I peeled off my shirt as well and lent him a hand.
We worked only for about an hour or so.  I kept looking at
his nipples, which I had not seen in a while.  Actually the
softening of his pecs seem to make the nipples stretch even
wider.  They were fucking huge.   I was like a straight guy
staring at a woman's tits.  I just wanted to attach my mouth
to those beauties and fucking breastfeed.  Damn!

He started a conversation I'll never forget.  The thought
now still gives me butterflies in my stomach.  He started
asking about girls.  I guess because he had never seen me
with one, or heard me talk about one, he approached the
subject as tactfully as possible, saying "I guess with
school and work you don't have much time for girls?"

I answered with some bullshit, pretty much agreeing with him
(I was not "out").  I knew he didn't buy it because because
he kinda smirked.  He started saying the weirdest stuff,
creating the most awkward situation.  Started talking
something about girls liking his "big peter."  Big peter?
What the heck was he getting at?  Why was he saying this
stuff to me?  I didn't catch on at first, but my grandfather
was kinda hitting on me, or at the very least trying to get
me to talk sex with him.

When we went back inside I was so fucking boned.  I didn't
expect anything to happen-I was just thinking about what a
great JO fantasy this was gonna make as soon as I could get
some time alone.  But there at the basement sink, while we
were washing out hands and rinsing off gardening tools, he
started feeling my ass.  I didn't say anything-I just kinda
looked down in disbelief, held onto the sink, and let him
continue.

He slid his hands down in my pants to sweaty, hairy ass
crack and started rubbing it.  I didn't look at him.  My
dick was so hard, and my stomach doing nervous flips, and I
thought I was gonna start to cum right on the spot.  He slid
his hand deeper down and with one of his middle fingers he
touched my asshole.

I let out one of those half-grunt, half-sighs and pulled my
asscheeks together.  He pulled his hand out and just walked
away, going upstairs to the living room.  I followed up
behind him.  He went over and sat down in his big Lazy boy
chair, and just looked at me.  There was my grandfather,
sitting there shirtless with his big exposed arms, and his
hot hairy stomach kinda sticking over the front of his
pants, and a bulge in his jeans, and his big tits-those
giant hot fuckers-just staring up at me.

I didn't need to make any kind of small talk, and neither
did he.  I walked right up and kneeled down in front of him,
panting like I had just run a marathon.  I couldn't believe
any of this was being offered to me-if in fact it really
was.  Truthfully, I wasn't sure if I was being permitted to
do this or not.  I don't think he knew either.  I think we
were just kinda going for it, despite serious reservations.

He started to fumble with his belt-buckle and I could tell
he was as nervous as I was.   He undid his pants and pushed
them and his old man underwear down to his knees, and his
dick flopped around in that big, unruly bush of pubic hair
until it started to get hard and stand straight up-a good,
thick 7 inches with a nice mushroom head.  And those big
hairy balls dangled down between his legs and rested on the
seat, and the smell of his sweaty crotch was fucking
intoxicating.  I put my hands on his knees-the first time I
had touched him in this whole day, except to shake his hand.
And I moved my hands up his legs and I took it all in.  And
I pushed my hands over his stomach and at last cupped his
tits and let those giant nipples run between my fingers as
he groaned.
I knew we had a memorable afternoon ahead of us.

To be continued...