Gay Erotic Stories

My grandparents lived in a 1930s bungalow with a detached single-car garage. The garage was beside their house but at the very back of their property so it sat behind the house. At the rear of the garage was a room that was probably meant to be a storeroom but Granddad used it as his personal mancave. It ran the width of the garage but was only about six feet deep. If you didn’t know the room was there, you would never suspect it. GD, as I called him, had set it up with a single overstuffed leather chair, a footstool, a TV, a small refrigerator for his beer, and a small heater he used in the winter. When he needed some time out of the house and away from Grandma he would go to his “secret” place. Of course, she knew it was there but I doubt she stepped foot in it more than once or twice in thirty years. She had no clue what went on there and she probably had no interest. When I was a teenager, it became the place GD and I had sex. Regularly and often. My parents and I lived about three miles away from my grandparents and growing up I would frequently ride my bike over to their house. I spent a lot of time with my grandparents growing up. I would ride over after school, before my parents got home from work, and often on the weekends to help GD with yardwork or in the garden or whatever else he was doing. I just loved being around him. I started wearing bike shorts when I rode and they drove GD fucking crazy with lust. Grandma didn’t like them. She thought they were too suggestive. If she didn’t want to see my dick and balls, GD certainly did. When I rode over, I would get a hard-on anticipating his reaction. He loved the way the shorts outlined my package and rode up my butt. He would run his finger along the line of my butt crack in back and then the various bulges of my hard dick and balls straining against the lycra. Before I knew it he would drag me into his “secret” room, pull down my shorts, and suck me dry or fuck the shit out of me. That would be the appetizer for the afternoon to cum. One Saturday morning, shortly after I started college, I rode over as I had many many times before. I was wearing my white bike shorts which GD had given me as a very private Christmas gift the year before. He liked them because they were more transparent than the black ones. When I got there the garage door was open so I knew GD was out of the house. He saw me coming and met me in the driveway. I parked the bike and followed him into the garage and back to the secret room. He closed the door behind me and then took a step back. “God damn, boy, let me get a look at you. I swear you get sexier every day. You’re gonna give me a heart attack one day.” He motioned for me to turn around slowly for him to see. I followed his instruction. My dick pushed out hard against the elastic fabric. Pre-cum was clearly forming a wet circle around my dick head. He adjusted his own dick growing in his pants. “Let me see your butt, boy. Pull down those shorts real slow.” As I did, his only response was a repeated “fuck, fuck fuck.” I never heard GD swear except when he and I were having sex. At first it shocked me but it became our secret language of sex. When I heard him saying fuck, shit, damn, or hell I knew he only had sex on his mind. I also never heard him say “cunt,” “twat,” or “pussy” except to refer to my hole. When the shorts were far enough down to let them drop, GD said, “Now slowly bend over and spread your pussy cheeks.” As I did I heard, “damn that is one fucking beautiful cunt.” I heard him fumbling with this belt and zipper and then his pants hit the floor. I turned around and fell to my knees in front of him as I took his dickhead in my mouth. He hardened in my mouth as I sucked hard and my tongue lapped at the underside of his shaft. He pushed back a bit, “slow down boy, I don’t want to cum just yet. I want to make this a good one. Here, turn around. Let me taste your pussy.” I knelt with one knee on each arm of the overstuffed chair and raised my butt up for him. He placed a hand on each of my cheeks and gently spread them apart. Then I felt his breath on my hole and then I felt his tongue ever so gently touch my puckered hole. It sent shivers through my body. “O fuck” was all I could respond. It seemed to encourage him to hear me swear so I repeated it a few more times. He dove into my ass and completely buried his face between my cheeks. His unshaven whiskers scraping against my soft ass skin drove me crazy. His puckered lips fit right up against my hole and he sucked in hard as his tongue forced its way in. I nearly shot then and there. He was one fucking good rimmer. I have no idea where he learned to do that. He never explained and I never asked but as far back as I had sex with him, he had been an expert rimmer. He could rim all day long and I loved it. He squirted some lube on his dick and dove in burying his dick up to the short hairs in one fell swoop. Nothing feels so good as GD’s dick buried deep in my ass. It always takes my breath away when he enters like that. “Shit, GD, that’s good. O shit! Wait a sec. Give me a sec, GD.” As I caught my breath and my asshole adjusted to its sudden fullness, I motioned for him to go for it. He started in long slow strokes, all the way in, all the way out. The strokes were slow and steady as his dick explored my cunt. “Boy,” he always called me boy when we were having sex, “you are going to be the death of me yet. You are going to make be cum so hard I die. I just know it. You ready for that? You ready for me to give up the fucking ghost right here and now” “I’m ready for you to fuck the shit out of my cunt. I’m ready for you to shoot your load and flood me with cum. I’m ready for you to own my cunt. But, no sir, I’m not ready for you to die. Who would fuck me like this? Who would make me feel this good? Who would show me their love like you do?” His strokes picked up speed and soon his balls were swinging back and forth hard as they slammed into my butt on each stroke. I knew I would lick and suck them clean in a few minutes. He kept up the pace fucking me fast and hard before it started to slacken. He hadn’t cum yet but that was his plan. He was good for one big cum shot per day and wanted to make the most of it. When he came to a stop, he let his dick rest in my ass for a minute or two before letting my ass muscles push him out like a big fat turd. When he plopped out, I turned around and swallowed him. I savored the taste and texture of my own ass juices mixed with his cum. His dick was soft and yielding to my tongue. When I had sucked his dick clean, I moved to his balls. Like a lot of old men, his balls were enormous, they hung low, and they were very hairy. All three attributes were a huge turn-on for me. I took one ball at a time into my mouth sucking on it gently and they more forcefully. I tugged on each ball gently stretching them farther and farther. He was starting to get hard again. I put my butt in the chair and laid down backwards with my head on the footstool. He knew what to do. He lowered his butt onto my face. I guided his hole to my mouth. He loved this part and I loved it too. I loved the taste of his asshole. “Boy, eat my ass. Eat it good. That feels so fucking good.” He kept up a patter of swearing as I ate away. I had to be really careful when I rimmed because it was such a turn-on for me that I could easily cum just from rimming. I had to be careful about how close I came to cumming. When I got too close, I would slow down and not tongue quite so deeply. If careful, I could edge for a long time like this. He was squirming on my face like a whore in church and moaning like a whore on Saturday night. “Fuck, boy, you ARE trying to kill me. Fucking god, that feels good. Where’d you learn to do that, boy?” “From you, sir,” I managed to squeeze out from underneath his butt. “Well fucking keep it up, boy. You are sending me into seventh heaven. Lick my hole, eat my fucking ass, boy. I fucking love you, boy, love you, boy.” He was jacking his dick and squirming his butt on my face. I couldn’t see but I new his head was thrown back and his mouth was open. He reached for a cigarette and lit up, breathing deeply with each intake. “Fucking god, you ARE trying to kill me. My heart can’t take this, boy. What are we gonna do, boy.” He took several more deep drags on his cigarette letting strong blue smoke fill the room. He needed a break and got off my face. I immediately took his cigarette and inhaled deeply then blew the smoke into his mouth as we kissed. He had taught me to smoke and it was part of our sex routine. We kissed deeply as our tongues intertwined. I took hold of his dick and his finger went up my ass. We held each other tight and kissed hard. We eventually pulled apart and he got beers for each of us. We caught our breath as we smoked and drank our beers. At this point we were both naked. There was only one seat so he filled the leather chair and I sort of sat in his lap. I liked feeling his skin on my skin. I liked the informal casualness of our shared nakedness, our shared smoking, our shared drinking, and our shared sex. I liked our shared maleness. I liked being with an older man. If I had been with a guy my age, we could probably have gone full bore for a longer time and cum more often but I like the periodic breaks from sex where we could just experience the moment together. I curled up in his lap and kissed him again. He returned my kiss passionately and hungrily. My arms were around his neck and his arms held me close. He explored my body which was completely open to him. I loved the feeling of closeness, of being enveloped by him, of being consumed by him, and being filled by him. I loved the idea of him physically entering my body and leaving a portion of himself inside me to be absorbed and made a part of my body. I wanted that reminder of him. I wanted to be taken. I wanted to be possessed. I wanted to be owned. I wanted to be shared. And, GD provided all of that. He was my love. I had fallen head over heels in love with my grandfather and he knew it. He was okay with it. He encouraged it. He shared it. Time to fuck again. But first, he had to rim me again. I knelt on the chair and spread my cheeks. “Boy, you have the most beautiful pussy. Its good enough to eat so I think I will.” With that he dug in and his tongue went to town. If had continued much longer, I probably would have shot my load but he pulled away in time and I felt his dick knocking at my backdoor. It entered, more slowly than the earlier but he didn’t start slow as he had earlier. This time he started at full speed and fucked hard and fast for all he was worth. It took my breath away again and I was overcome with the feeling of being possessed by the man I loved. “Shit, boy, you are one hot fuck. God, I can’t hold back much longer.” His breathing was becoming erratic and deeper. “I’m gonna cum, boy, I’m gonna cum.” Suddenly I felt hot lava flood deep into my hole. The first shot blasted deep into me. “I love you, boy. I love you.” The feeling of his cum deep within in and his words pushed me over the edge and I shot off as well. My balls emptied their load onto the chair, as I had dumped load after load in the past. When he pulled out of me and I stood up, he bent over and licked up my cum and then shared it with me. I sucked greedily on his tongue. He got another some more beers out of the fridge and lit up two cigarettes. I curled up on his lap again as we drank and smoked. “I love you GD” I said. He kissed me. “And I love you my pussy boy. My favorite grandson.” “Your only grandson.” “That may be, but you are still my favorite by a long ways, my pussyboy.” We spent the next two hours working in his garden and then repeated all of the sex in the “secret” room again before I left, except this time we were covered in man sweat. By the time I rode my bike home, I was drained, buzzed, covered in sweat, and my ass had two loads of GD’s cum. It was a good day. A very good day. I was happy. My dick was happy. My asshole was happy. I jacked off twice that night reliving every moment of what happened. I knew I would do it all again on Sunday.

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