Date: Fri, 15 Mar 2013 11:46:08 -0400
From: maturebearlover@gmail.com
Subject: My Handsome Grandfather

My Handsome Grandfather

by Mature Bear Lover

Standard disclaimer: This story contains sex between consenting adult
relatives. If you are not old enough or this kind of material is illegal in
your area, leave now.

Hi everybody. I'm Rob. Ever since I was a small child I had always loved my
grandfather. He was a very masculine man as far back as I can remember, and
very handsome. He was a large bear of a man, around 300 plus pounds with
beautiful dark hair, hazel brown eyes, and a meticulously trimmed
beard. Kind of like a very dignified Santa Claus. Life had been kind to him
and he was a very successful businessman, taken to wearing expensive suits
even when out of his office, and driving the finest luxury cars. I always
admired him, although he struck me as cold and distant even when he was
kind to me.

The years had gone by, and I was now a young man of 18. I still saw my
grandfather occasionally and I'll admit that my admiration had turned into
a wild, forbidden sort of attraction. I had come to realize I was gay over
the years, and I had a predilection for burly mature bearded men,
especially well dressed ones. It didn't matter who they were. They could be
my grandfather, the father or grandfather of friends, or simply strangers,
teachers, or acquaintances. My grandfather was a prime specimen of this
kind of man, and the thought of him made me drool with lust. I would spend
many hours fantasizing about him and masturbating myself into a
frenzy. Sometimes when I was visiting (which was rare) the others would
leave the house and I would sneak into my grandparent's bedroom and spend
time masturbating with his clothing. It wasn't the man himself, but it was
as close as I was going to get (or so I thought).

One day I was home, and my mother received a telephone call. It was my
grandfather, and he asked if we could come visit right away. He explained
that my grandmother had left him and he needed our support. My mother was
no stranger to divorce what with my father having left us when I was very
young, so she understood these sorts of things all too well. My mother told
him we'd be there right away. We packed our car and left, arriving at my
grandfather's place three hours later.

We walked in because the door was unlocked, and my mother called out "Dad?"

"In here." came the reply from his office. The man's life had just taken a
major change, and yet he was still in his office. We walked in, and there
he sat at his huge oak desk. He was dressed impeccably in a navy chalk
striped double breasted suit with matching waistcoat, a crisp white shirt
and red patterned tie. Time had been kind to the man as he was still as
handsome as ever (at least in my eyes). His hair and beard were now more
white than brown, but this only added to his attractiveness. I was already
beginning to tent my jeans. However, the strong confident man I knew was
gone. You could see the sadness in his eyes, and the figure he presented
was slumped instead of upright.

He said "Thank you both for coming". My mother said it wasn't a problem,
and that we were always there for him. He then directed us to get settled
in and make ourselves at home. We left his office and placed our things in
the 2 spare bedrooms. We were both tired from the short trip and decided we
would nap a bit.

I awoke several hours later, and it was dark outside. I had slept much
longer than I thought. I went to check on Mom and she was still out like a
light. I walked into the hall and noticed the light in my grandfather's
office was still on. I knocked on the door and heard "come in". I entered,
and there was my grandfather, still impeccably dressed in the same clothes
he wore earlier. He was sitting behind his desk with a decanter of bourbon
and a shot glass in front of him, looking tired and defeated. I took in his
visage, and the lust was coursing through my veins. I knew he was my
grandfather, but I wanted him. Bad. I had fantasized about this for years
and it was time to make it happen if I could. He asked me what I was doing
up so late.

I responded that I was worried about him and saw he was still up. He
sighed, and said "I can't believe she left me after all these years...never
a sign of discontent from her. Although I'll admit I wasn't the best
husband. I was always more preoccupied with my business than anything else,
and now she's gone". He then looked at me and said "Rob, I have something
to say that I've never said to anyone, and I need to unburden myself to
you". I said fine, he could tell me anything.

 He then said "I loved your grandmother, but not in the way I should
have. I could never give her the fulfillment she needed. We rarely had sex,
simply because I'm gay. I loved her, but she never interested me sexually
and it was an effort to make love to her. I'm finally accepting this after
all of these years, and I don't know how to deal with it. I'm a little old
to deal with this coming out stuff, and I'm frightened. Who would want an
old man like me?" He then took another shot of liquor.

"Grandfather" I said, "I understand where you're coming from because I'm
gay, too".

"Really?" he replied. "I would have never suspected in the least".

"I could say the same about you, Grandpa". I then told him he was a very
handsome man, and that he shouldn't worry about someone wanting him. He
asked me again who would want an old man like him. I walked around to his
chair and sat on his lap like I used to when I was a little kid.

My grandfather seemed surprised and said "Er...Rob, aren't you a little big
for..." I interrupted his line of questioning by kissing him hard on the
mouth with a little tongue thrown in. I was hot and raring to go, and
sitting in the lap of this big bearish impeccably dressed gentleman was
quite intoxicating to me. It was right where I wanted to be all along.

My grandfather pulled back, seemingly shocked by my actions and replied
"Robert, I am your grandfather. What are you thinking?" Despite his protest
I could feel the substantial bulge at his crotch. I responded by putting my
arms around him and burying my face in his neck. He gasped, and said
"What...your mother... this isn't right."

"Relax Grandpa, she's out like a light." There I sat in my grandfather's
lap, with my arms around him taking in all of the sensations bombarding my
senses. The smell of his cologne-scented skin, the soft yet firm feel of
his warm body, the soft wool of the suit he was wearing, and his hard-on
poking at my ass. It was all too much and a dream come true at the same
time.

We sat like this for a while and he was beginning to loosen up. I just sat
there, looking into his eyes every so often and kissing him
passionately. Grandpa gasped about how long it had been since he'd been
touched by a male and how good it felt. I asked him how long it had been,
and he said years ago before I met your grandmother without elaborating
further.  He then looked at me and said "Where do we go from here?" He was
becoming putty in my hands.

 "That's up to you, why don't we start with the here and now?" He asked if
I was sure regarding what was about to happen between us, and I responded
by kissing him hard and placing his hand on my erection. He directed me to
lock the office door and told me I was in charge. I got up from his lap and
did as he asked. My dream had come true. He was mine.  I came back and
knelt before him in his chair, placing my hands gently on his upper legs
and savoring the feel of this beautiful man. Finally, unable to take it
anymore, I reached for the bulge in his pants, and he gasped in pure
pleasure. I had to have his cock. I reached up and undid the buttons on his
double breasted suit coat, and then unbuttoned his waist coat. This gave me
clear access to his crotch. I ran my hand over the bulge once more noting
how hung he must be. I then unfastened his pants, unbuttoned the bottom
buttons of his dress shirt exposing his hairy belly, reached into his
boxers, and extracted my prize. It was 8 inches long, uncut, and beautiful,
and I wanted to suck on it like a cream-filled lollipop.

I looked at him with eyes filled with love, lust, and longing, while
running my hands up and down the shaft of his cock and teasing the head
with my thumbs. My grandfather moaned and shivered. I finally could take no
more, darted forward and took the head of his cock in my mouth, tasting the
precum that was collecting there. I then went down and deep throated him,
making him moan again with more intensity. I went down on him with
everything I had, sucking as though my life depended on it.

"So...gooood..." my grandfather moaned. I went at this for some time,
noting his rapid breathing and increasing excitement. All too soon his cock
burst forth with a sizable load, filling my mouth. I was in heaven, and was
rewarded with several more sweet spurts of his delicious cream.  I reached
up and worked his balls trying to get every bit.
 Grandpa slumped back in his chair, clearly satisfied. He told me how good
I was, and that he'd never came like that. Ever. I was happy to hear
this. He then reciprocated, undoing my jeans and extracting my erection. He
went down on it like a seasoned pro, and I was enjoying watching this man
in his expensive clothes on his knees sucking me off. This was enough to
make me cum almost immediately.

Noting my still-strong erection, he then asked me if there was anything
else he could do for me. I looked at him with raging lust and told him I
wanted to fuck him. He asked if he should get undressed.

"No, just take off your pants and underwear. Leave everything else on, at
least for the time being." He then asked where I'd like to do this, and I
said bend over your desk. I was never hornier than I was at that time,
seeing this man in his expensive suit and tie bending over his desk
bare-assed with nothing else on but socks. I came around behind him,
putting my arm around his girth holding him close.

I then removed my clothes and started fondling his ass cheeks, and then
pressed my cock between them. It was better than I ever could have
imagined. His large, soft, yet solid body was everything I could have
wanted. I reached for the lube I kept in case such occasion should arise,
and lubed my cock. I then started lubing his hole, putting first one
finger, and then two in him. He moaned and shuddered. The time had
arrived. I pressed my cock against his hole and slowly pushed in. He gasped
and asked me to take it slow. I obliged, giving him time to get used to me
before proceeding further. Finally, after some time I was balls deep in my
grandfather's ass.

I then began to thrust slowly, and he elicited sounds of pleasure. I was
ecstatic. It was time to give him the fucking of his life. I pulled him in
close and started to pick up the pace, hearing him gasp. I braced myself
against him, and really got into it. He grunted in pure pleasure, and it
was fascinating to feel his large body tremble with each thrust. I was
consumed with lust, and became an animal. I reached around to find his
erect cock, and began stroking it in time with my thrusts. Soon I unloaded
in his ass, and he came at the same time, shooting his load on the desk in
front of him. I pulled out, and he began to rise from his position.

"That was sooo good, Rob, thank you for pleasuring an old man." I said I
wasn't done yet. He looked at me, puzzled, and noticed I was still erect.

 "Let's do it on top of the desk" I said. He smiled, clearing off the desk,
and climbed on top. I told him to spread his legs and climbed on top of
him.

I pressed myself between his legs, rubbing my erection against his cock. I
was savoring the feel of him, with my arms wrapped around him and my head
laying on his shoulder. I laid there and savored the treat my senses were
experiencing. I began to get more excited, running my hands up and down his
body, burying my face in his neck, fondling his ass cheeks, and planting
kisses all over his face. I told him to wrap his legs around me, and
immediately began probing with my fingers and cock for his hole. I found
it, and once again penetrated him and began fucking him. His cock had come
back to life, poking into my belly.  I was more excited than I had ever
been as I eagerly thrust into him. It was heaven. I had wanted this for so
long and now it was reality. He was really gasping and moaning in pure
pleasure. I picked up the pace, burying my face once more in his neck.

 Grandfather moaned "take me, yes...take me, fuck me harder". This was all
the invitation I needed. I wrapped my arms around him tighter while fucking
him at an increasingly harder pace. It was so erotic, feeling his large
solid body tremble with the force of each thrust. He was moaning and
babbling incoherently with pleasure, while his cock left trails of precum
all over my belly. I continued at this pace for what seemed like eons. I
never wanted this to end, ever. However all good things must come to an
end, and I had the most mindblowing orgasm I had ever experienced. Burst
after burst of semen coated his insides and this caused him to orgasm as
well and shoot a copious load all over my abdomen.  We lay there breathing
hard and totally spent, but satisfied. I climbed off of him and he smiled
at me.

"You don't regret this, do you?" my grandfather inquired. I replied that I
didn't and I hope he didn't either. I then said I loved him and always
had. He said there was no way he could ever regret what we did, and that he
loved me as well. We became lovers, and he and I managed to find time
throughout my visit to fuck like wild rabbits. Eventually the time came for
Mom and I to leave, and I was sad. I didn't want to leave the man I loved
so much. I was in my room packing my things, and my grandfather came in.

 "Rob, I've talked to your mother, and I asked her if you could stay with
me indefinitely to help out around here". I responded in surprise and asked
him what she said, to which he responded she was okay with it. I was to go
home, get my things, and return immediately. I was ecstatic beyond my
wildest imagination. This was the start of a relationship that lasted
between us for many years.

Opinions wanted. Hot? Or not? This is my first story. If there are any guys
out there resembling the grandfather character in this story, feel free to
write me at maturebearlover@gmail.com because I'd love to hear from you and
maybe develop the sort of relationship depicted? If it isn't already
obvious I love big bearish bearded men and I also have a suit fetish.
Thanks for reading.