As our time in the hotel continued, I guess we started to behave like lovers, not family. Sometimes I’d come out of the bathroom, see him lying on the bed with a semi hard-on poking out from under his robe and just feel the need to kick things off. That’s how it started this morning. I had a shower, I put my robe on and I walked into the bedroom and it was like I was suddenly drunk. All I could see was grandpa there on the bed and all I wanted to do was kiss him. Like, proper kissing. Deep tongues pressed into each other’s mouths… because I love how he kisses. He takes it real slow. And his kisses tell me how much he wants me. We both wear jocks these days. He took me out to buy some and told me he always wants me to wear them. He says if I do, sex with him will never be far from my mind. And he’s not wrong there! The moment I pull that jockstrap on, I start to get hard, thinking about what he’s gonna do to me today, what he's gonna teach me, what I’m gonna learn… the level of pleasure I’m gonna experience. The robes were off in seconds this morning and he was on top of me, between my legs, licking and kissing my body, both of us naked but for the jocks. I wrapped my legs around him and he started to kiss my neck. He kept pushing my hands back behind my head - showing me who was in charge... Then he rocked my body back, got his tongue deep into my hole and pulled my balls out of my jock so that he could alternate between sucking them and tonguing my ass. He did everything so sensuously. And I loved the feeling of his beard tickling my thighs. The moment he pulled his thick, meaty dick from his jock, I knew I had to have it! And sure enough, seconds later, I was gritting my teeth as he pushed himself deep and raw into me. He knelt behind me and fucked me while I was on my back. The strokes were real slow to begin with as he got me used to the sensation. I have a second when I realize how strange it is to be penetrated by my grandpa, but his deep thrusts make me stay in the moment and not question it. It still sometimes feels like he’s trying to split me in two, but I know now that I’m always going to be okay, and that, after a minute or so, I just won’t want him to stop. I like to look up at him and see his face contorted with ecstasy. I just want to please him more and more. I want to do whatever will make him happiest. Is that weird? He turned me over and did me on all fours and I felt my body going limp as he started to pound me. Before long, I was pushing back into him so that I could feel as much of him inside of me as possible. He got faster and faster and was groaning and grunting. It was almost animalistic. Then, suddenly and without warning, he came inside me. I could feel the squirts blasting deep in my guts. It was such an amazing, magical experience. That’s the seed that made my dad! He pulled out for a moment and played with the wetness around my ass, but then pushed himself straight back inside me and we kissed so passionately and meaningfully. I love my grandpa and I know now that he loves me too...
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When I presented myself in front of my grandpa, wearing nothing under my robe but a jockstrap, he gave me a look that made me forget all my doubts. He came closer to me, making me feel so small next to his large, muscular body, and gave me a deep kiss. He didn't remove his robe right away, though. Instead, he pulled mine off, letting it fall from my body onto the floor. He looked me over, feeling my chest and arms, taking me in his eyes. He even reached around to my backside, feeling the cheeks of my exposed ass. My grandpa then laid me down on a bed face down. I was more excited than I could imagine, turning into a puddle as he began to run his hands on my back. I thought he was going to give me a massage, but then I felt the unmistakable feeling of his scruffy beard and mouth trailing behind his hands. He kissed me from my neck all the way down my spine, rubbing me and relaxing me until his lips began to kiss my ass. My back arched as he did, seemingly involuntarily to the way it shot pleasure throughout my body. I couldn't believe that his tongue was sliding between my ass, lapping at my hole. My cock was pressed between the bed and my stomach, grinding into the bed as it swelled up and began to leak. My grandpa had an incredible tongue. I didn't realize that being licked and kissed there could feel so good. He came up for air after a while of swirling his tongue around to kiss me on the lips again. As he did, I could see that he took off his robe. He was so handsome, so strong, so sexy. And the bulge in his jockstrap was like a baseball! As much as I loved the deep rimming he gave me, what really set me off was when he brought out the clear, glass toy. It was like a wand that he used to trigger every internal pleasure. He oiled it up, getting it good and wet before he moved it between my cheeks where his tongue had been. It felt cool and firm, like a steel pipe, but smooth and rounded like it had no edges whatsoever. I was nervous, but looking back at my grandpa, he nodded and told me it would be okay. I trust my grandpa more than anyone else. And even though I was a little scared, I wanted to do it. For him. It seemed too big at first. Like it could split me in two. But when grandpa gave me one more deep kiss and I felt my body open like it had for my first time. The toy slipped inside my hole, pushing up against my prostate. My balls felt funny and my cock leaked even more on my stomach. I felt like I was about to explode and I tried to hold back as much as possible. But it was no use. Suddenly and without control, I burst all over my stomach, right through my jockstrap and onto the bed. Jet after jet of cum poured out of me, covering me in my own fluids. At first I was embarrassed, worried that I'd disappointed my grandpa and ruined the opportunity to show him I could be a good boy. Thankfully, he didn't seem bothered. He actually seemed amazed! He smiled, thrilled to have given me pleasure. I lifted myself up and he could see the mess I'd left on myself. He ran his hand all over it, playing with my cum and tasting it, bringing it to his fingers and up to his mouth. He ate it like it was some sweet treat. It was wild to see him swallow my cum, but all it made me want was a taste of his!
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ustin felt the cold air bite at his face as they finished propping up the tent. Even when they got inside, it wasn't much less cold. The little guy slipped into his sleeping bag, rustling around to try and get warm. A few minutes went by and he still felt the chill. He looked over to his old man, similarly stripped down and wrapped in a sleeping bag. He looked so warm and still, ready to sleep after a long drive. Letting Mr. Armstrong know he was cold, the older man offered to sleep in the bag with him. Austin nodded, sheepishly accepting his daddy's suggestion. The bag wasn't really made for two, so he knew they'd have to get pretty close. This wasn't a problem, of course. They two were used to being pretty intimate. They were poised to fall asleep, but it was now Mr. Armstrong who struggled to rest. Austin's little body was absolutely perfect. The daddy felt his manhood begin to swell up inside his underwear with barely anywhere to it hide inside their sleeping bag. He knew he wasn't going to be able to fall asleep with this growing erection. Running his hands over the boy's body, he tried to warm him up, but deep down, he knew his desires were more than just paternal. He ran his hands down Austin's torso, down to his legs, and inside his underwear. He could feel his boy's penis in his briefs, growing harder as well as he touched his smooth balls and buttocks. Austin began to breathe deeper and heavier. His exhales became moans as Mr. Armstrong played with his young body, arousing him and stirring up his lust. Austin was plenty warmed up now, and hungry for his daddy to love him and breed him. The two pulled off their underwear, their shafts fully hard and pressed against one another. They slipped off the top of the sleeping bag, giving them a chance to stretch out and take advantage of their private camping space. Mr. Armstrong turned Austin on his belly, putting that smooth, precious butt on display. He couldn't resist giving it a kiss, pressing his lips between his cheeks and giving the smooth boyhole a taste. He loved how it felt and how it made Austin tremble. Austin knew what followed, and was ready. Mr. Armstrong got on his side, leaking precum as he turned Austin's butt toward him. Austin did as he was taught to do. He moved his hole toward his old man and breathed steadily as the rock-hard shaft began to enter his body. It was so firm and rigid, pressing against his soft sphincter before it pushed its way inside. Austin's heart raced as his dad slid himself deeper inside. The old man might have been exhausted, but he had enough energy to show his little guy how much he loved him. How much he needed him. How much he turned him on. Austin stroked himself as Mr. Armstrong picked up the pace, burying his massive member deep inside the boy, pounding harder and harder as he got close to cumming. Austin felt the heavy balls slapping against his ass, getting ready to fire-hose out a big load. Austin was ready for it, eager to feel his old man burst inside him.
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