Date: Fri, 27 Sep 2013 21:07:14 -0400
From: Stephen Neal <maturebearlover@gmail.com>
Subject: Third Installment to "My Handsome Grandfather"

My Handsome Grandfather
Part III

By Mature Bear Lover

Disclaimer: The characters and events in this story are fictional, although
based on my fantasies. As always, if this material is illegal in your
jurisdiction or you are under age, leave NOW.

Hello again, as you likely already know, my name is Rob, and I recently
entered into a loving, monogamous, and very sexual relationship with my
maternal grandfather (see parts I and 2 for the details). I have been
living with him for a few months now, and I am still pinching myself as I
can't believe it's true. I've long loved my grandfather, but that love
turned to an attraction that eventually led to me seducing him after his
confiding in me that he was, in fact, gay, and that his long marriage to my
grandmother, who left him, was basically a sham. He lamented that he was
too old for coming out, and was worried no one would want him. I changed
his mind about that in a hurry and confessed my feelings for him and about
him, and we've lived with one another ever since. Quite happily I might
add.

I awoke that morning early in the king size bed I shared with my
grandfather, and noticed he'd already arisen and was getting dressed for
his work day. He was in a pair of plain white boxers, and was putting on
his dress shirt. It was French blue with a white collar, and he was
preparing to put on a burgundy print necktie. He was examining his
appearance in the mirror as he dressed, and as always the mere sight of
this man made me consumed with desire. He noticed I had awoken, seeing my
reflection in the full length mirror, and greeted me warmly.

"Good morning, Rob."

I came up behind him and put my arms around his large waist, hugging him
tightly and planting gentle kisses on his neck.

"Good morning. Getting ready for your day I see."

I moved around to the front and planted a passionate kiss on him, pulling
him to me, and he returned it with ardent vigor.

"Why don't I start your day off right?" I said teasingly. I then dropped to
my knees, reached into his boxers and extracted his beautiful cock, which
was already taking notice of my attention. I took it into my mouth and
savored the sensation as it rose to its fully erect state.

"Ohh"Śmy sweet Robert, you never stop thinking of me, do you?"

"No, there's no way I possibly could. I love you very much and want to
demonstrate it every chance I get, and I hope you get the same or better
pleasure from my devotions as I."

I sucked his turgid tool expertly, working my way up and down the shaft and
using my tongue all the while, occasionally stopping to take his large low
hanging balls into my mouth. I truly could not get enough of this man. I
could tell he was getting close to cumming as his breathing increased,
along with his moans of pleasure. I kept working him, savoring him every
moment. I felt his balls tighten, and he let out with a grunt. I felt his
knees buckle just slightly as his cock exploded in my mouth, rewarding me
quite deliciously. I swallowed every drop and licked his cock clean before
replacing it in his boxers.

"This day couldn't get off to a better start" he chuckled.

"You certainly got off" I replied with a wink.

"If I didn't have an appointment I'd happily reciprocate, my boy."

"Later?" I inquired.

"Count on it" he said, and smiled.

He then moved to his closet and selected the rest of his clothing for the
day. He chose a dark charcoal pinstripe double breasted suit.  He put on
his trousers and coat, and the result as always, was stunning. My
grandfather is a large, bearish man, being six feet tall and about three
hundred pounds or so. He is extremely handsome with mischievous hazel eyes,
a thick head of hair brushed back from his forehead. He also had an
immaculately trimmed beard, or sometimes a goatee' when he feels like
something different.  Sort of a debonair Santa Claus, if you will. I adored
him.

He had worked hard in the insurance business over the years, and it paid
off well. He had a large client base and lived rather well.

I tried not to bother him during his work hours in his home office, as he
was usually on the phone or busy meeting with clients. I did bring him
lunch and provided assistance when needed. Otherwise I took care of the
domestic duties making sure the house ran smoothly.

He had just finished the day, escorting his last client out the door. I was
waiting in his office for him, straightening up a little, when he came in.

"It was a pleasant day, but I'm glad I can relax now. I'm all yours Rob,
and I must admit I'm feeling rather naughty."

"Really" I said. "Anything I can help you with?"

"Most certainly" he said.

I put my arms around him and kissed him passionately, savoring the feelings
and sensations. I loved his size, the tickle of his beard when we kissed,
the scent of his cologne, the soft wool of his clothing. My dick was
throbbing with ardent desire.

"What say we turn up the heat a bit my boy" he said, as he removed his
glasses, cleared off the top of his large oak desk, and lay across it.

"Fuck me, my boy. Fuck me good like I know only you are oh so capable of
doing".

His legs were bent up at an angle on his desk, and I maneuvered myself
between them and positioned myself on top of him. I looked into his eyes
and kissed him like I was devouring him. He drove me wild, and he knew
it. I buried my head in his neck, lost in the heat of the moment.

"I've got to have you". I said.

I began unbuttoning his jacket, loosened his tie and unbuttoned his
collar. I undid a few more buttons on his shirt, running my hand in there
and savoring the feel of his hairy chest and playing with his nipples. I
felt his cock beginning to tent his pants, and this was colliding with my
own hard on. I ground against him, again burying my face in his neck and
holding him tightly. He responded in kind, wrapping me in his tight loving
embrace.  We could finally handle no more, as the pent up sexual tension
was palpable in the air.

"Please, Rob. Fuck me now."

I slid off of him and removed his shoes, and then I unbuckled his belt and
unfastened his pants. He raised his waist, allowing me to pull them off and
then remove his boxers. He lay there completely naked below the waist and
sporting a hard on that would make any man proud. I unbuttoned his shirt
some more, exposing his hairy chest and belly and savored the sight.

I stripped completely naked, showing off my young body. I wasn't an overly
large individual, but I was in good shape with very little body fat, and I
wasn't short changed in the penis department either. I was rock solid and
ready to fuck.

I approached the desk between his legs, which he wrapped eagerly around my
waist. I lubed my cock and his ass, and set about working my cock into
him. He groaned with delight and the desire on his face was glaringly
apparent. Soon I was again balls deep in my grandfather's ass.

It aroused me to great intensity to see this powerful well dressed and
immaculately groomed man lying here on his desk, clothing askew, and
delirious with pleasure with concern to our activities. I began to slowly
fuck him, using short strokes, while caressing his belly and playing with
his nipples. His soft moans of pleasure were music to my ears.

"Please, my boy, harder. I want to see stars" he said.

I happily obliged as my own lust and need for release were beginning to
take over. I grabbed hold of his thighs and began to thrust aggressively
into him, all the while watching his bobbing erection bounce to and fro.  I
was working up a sweat, and kept going, pulling almost all the way out and
back in again. His breath began to quicken and I could tell I was hitting
his prostate at just the right angle. Pretty soon his eyes scrunched shut
and a loud roar erupted from his. His cock spewed jet after jet of cum,
like a fountain, landing all over his belly. I soon let go with my own
orgasm, squirting jet after jet of cum into his tight and delicious ass. We
were both breathing hard after our pleasurable exertions. I cleaned his
stomach with my tongue.

"Oh my boy, I love you so much. Shall we move this to the bedroom? Or
perhaps we should have something to eat first and then retire?"

"That would be fine with me if we ate something" I replied.

We showered together, washing each other, and once again got dressed. We
went to a local restaurant and then returned home.

We went into the room we shared, my grandfather removed his clothing and
hung it up, and I was already naked in bed waiting for him. He soon joined
me, naked as well.

I lay beside him, with my head on his hairy chest and my arms around his
mighty girth and sighed with contentment.

"I love you, grandfather".

"And I love you my boy".

"May I ask you a question, grandfather?"

"Anything, my love, anything at all."

"You were always kind to me when I was younger, but you had always seemed
somewhat distant to me. I always wondered why it had to be that way. I've
always loved you and it hurt me somewhat."

"My boy, I never meant to hurt you, and I never will mean to do so,
ever. You know about all the issues I struggled with in my life concerning
my marriage and closeted homosexuality. I never let myself get too close to
you because I was afraid, perhaps wrongly, that my repressed attractions
might get the better of me. You were an attractive young person, and you
are stunningly handsome now. I'm lucky to have you".

"We're lucky to have one another" I said, as I turned out the light and
snuggled up with the man I adored.

Criticism kindly welcomed and encouraged.  I will unabashedly admit to
having an insatiable lust and admiration for burly, bearded mature men,
especially those who resemble the grandfather character. If there are any
of you out there fitting this description and find the idea of a younger
lover who would practically worship the ground you walk on and take care of
your every need and desire, feel free to write
me. maturebearlover@gmail.com.

More to come.

ather