Date: Wed, 22 Dec 2004 13:17:08 -0800 (PST)
From: Wil McDougal <wilmcdougal@yahoo.com>
Subject: Grandpa's Nipples Part 3

***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****


Part 3


We walked to his bedroom down the hall and I guess what was
happening really dawned on me.  It was one thing to just
service him on a chair, and another to climb into the bed he
shared with my grandmother and have full-on sex with him.  I
probably should have stopped it at that point, but I didn't.

Grandpa started rubbing my back, and he reached around and
started playing with my nipples and kissing my neck.  My own
nipples were (and are) quite large also--a little more than
an inch across, on totally smooth pecs.  They're connected
right to my dick, so having him rub them was an amazing
sensation.  I turned around and I remember we let our
nipples rub against each other, then I started playing with
his again.  I caught a glimpse of us in his dresser mirror:
of me sucking my Grandpa's tits while he unzipped his pants
and let them fall to his feet.  I unbuckled mine and dropped
them down, finally letting my hard dick pop out of my
underwear.

He was reaching back to my ass and rubbing my hairy crack.
I let his tit fall out of my mouth and I pushed up against
him and put my arms around him while he started fingering my
hole.  I wasn't comfortable with that--I was really self-
conscious about my ass and worried it might be dirty.  He
didn't seem to care.  He put his fingers in there and I
winced and buried my face in his neck.

He turned me around and without removing his fingers bent me
over the edge of the bed and pushed his fingers in and out
of my ass.  I remember being so fucking paranoid about being
dirty that I pushed his hand away and I motioned for him to
lie down on the bed.  I climbed up over top of him and
straddled over his chest.

I pushed his pecs together and held them in place and then
stuck my dick between them and started fucking.  I was tit-
fucking my grandfather.  He was totally into it because I
could tell he was turned on just watching my body flex while
I thrusted my dick.  I would rub my dick on his nipple, then
get him to squeeze the titties together and hold them so I
could fuck them some more.  I loved doing it, and I loved
the look on his face watching me do it.  It was even hotter
than sucking them because it showed the extent of the fetish
I had for his nipples, I just wanted to rub my dick and my
balls on them while he watched me and permitted me to.

When I slowed down he pushed me off of him and laid me on my
back.  He grabbed under my knees and pushed my legs up and
started licking my asshole.  I was really tensing up--not
being used to that.  But he just kept licking my hole with
strong, slow licks, like the way you like an ice cream cone.
And between a few licks he would put his finger back in
there and start pushing me open.

I kept trying to change the inevitable--trying to switch
over to something different.  But he wouldn't let up on my
hole.  He was puttin 2 fingers in there and stretching me
good, and puttin his tongue up there and really eating me
out.  I had feelings of elation and dread.  I was excited to
be in the middle of my grandfather's bed, getting my hole
eaten, and I was scared of going any further for a million
different reasons, not least of which was it was starting to
hurt my ass.

He eased up and jumped off the bed to get a bottle of baby
oil out of the dresser drawer.  He lathered some on his
dick, the whole time keeping his gaze at my ass, never at my
face.  He climbed back over top me and turned me facing
doggie style with my ass in the air.  As much as I didn't
want him to fuck me, I could not speak a word, because at
the same time I was really excited by it.

He slid his cock in my asshole with no prepping, going deep
in my gut as a chill ran over me and I let out a loud moan
and clinched the comforter in my hands.  He started pumping
the hole and I let out a yell every time he thrust it in me.
I remember looking around the room at the family pictures
and the religious statues and thinking I couldn't believe he
had his big dick in my ass.  I kept looking over my shoulder
at him, but his gaze was aimed at the sight of his dick and
bush disappearing between my ass cheeks--a sight he no doubt
never expected to see either.

In truth it was uncomfortable and painful, and I kept
remembering the advice about pushing out while a top pushes
in, but it still was cutting like a fucking knife back
there.  And I was squirming and yelping in pain, but he
didn't stop.  Twisted as it may sound now--I liked the fact
he didn't stop--I liked that for him it was about getting
off, about fucking me good and dumping his seed (at least
that's what I'd like to think was on his mind--I've been
examining every angle in the intervening years).

One hot thing was how I lost all self-consciousness about my
body at that point.  If I had been worried about the
firmness of my ass or the tone of my abs before, it was gone
now.  I liked that my granddad didn't have a perfect body
(though it was pretty fucking close, for my money), and that
I didn't either, and that he was turned on by me.  I liked
that I got him hard.  Really hard.  I had an orgasm, but
nothing came out because I had been dripping cum the entire
time.

He held around my waist and started moaning and shaking, and
I buried my face in the comforter as he shot his load in my
ass.  I squeezed my cheeks to get every drop out of him, and
he was leaning over me and dropping the weight of his sweaty
chest on my back as he made another few, small thrusts.  And
I could feel his hard nipples on my back and I had another
orgasm--just barely ejaculating, since most of my cum had
long since run down my leg earlier.

When he pulled out my asshole was on FIRE.  I stood up to
relieve the pain and kinda walked around in a daze.  The
whole room smelled like cum and sweat, and the bed looked
like a bucket of water had been dumped on it.  I was less
uncomfortable--relatively speaking--that I expected I was
going to be, and I turned around and kinda laughed and said
"wow."  All my Grandfather said was "hell yeah."

We showered (separately) and cleaned up the room.  He asked
me what I wanted to for lunch and made us up some
sandwiches.  My grandmother got home a few hours later, and
by that point my grandfather and I were just sitting in the
living room watching movies.  The rest of the weekend went
on like nothing happened.

Nothing has happened since, either.  That was more than 10
years ago.  I have spent no time alone with him since--so
the opportunity has never presented itself.  It was all
initially a little hard to comprehend, but I got over the
guilt and started recognizing that it was a hot, once in a
lifetime experience, and a story I have shared with my
boyfriends since, all of whom have found it a huge turn on.

Any regrets?  Well, only that I wish I had been more
sexually experienced at the time.  I missed the opportunity
to lick my granddad's asshole, or to have him hose me down
with his piss, or to take an extra hour or so and nurse on
those nipples some more.  That's OK though, because I've
more than made up for it with the hot "daddies" I have been
landing in the sack ever since.