KEITH:

    This year's Super Bowl was an emotional rollercoaster. Our team played promisingly in the first half, only to lose in the second. Everyone at my party was bummed – but I, I had other things to worry about. 

    I'd invited a handful of the teachers I worked with. Out of all of them, the Math teacher Ross Crane, was the last to arrive and the first to leave. After he was gone, people began filing out one by one, until I was finally left alone in the house with my grandson.

    "We need to talk," I said to Dennis, who was helping me clean the kitchen. I took a beer out of the fridge and asked him, "You want one?"

    "Uhh, sure," Dennis replied hesitatingly, as if worried this might be some sort of trap.

    "Sit down," I beckoned him to the table, where we both took a seat across from one another. "Cheers."

    We raised our beer bottles and clinked them before taking a swig. 

    "This wasn't your first time with Crane, was it?" I asked my grandson numbly.

    "No," Dennis confessed.

    "How long have you two been going at it?"

    "A while," he replied vaguely. "But we only started fucking a couple of weeks ago."

    Hearing Dennis say "fuck" in front of me was not normally something I would approve of, but in light of recent events that was hardly the issue at hand. 

    "Did he make you do it?" I asked.

    "Noooo," Dennis said immediately. "If anything, I catfished him first. I started talking to him on an app and he didn't know it was me."

    "The things that he said earlier… calling you a slut and roughhousing you…"

    "It's because he knows I like that," Dennis revealed. "That's why I like hooking up with him. He's really good at it."

    "Do you hook up with other people?" I asked a question I already knew the answer to.

    "Yes," Dennis decided to reply truthfully. "The triplets next door. I've had sex with them. But they're not dominant like Mr. Crane."

    "Did you do anything like this in Texas?"

    "No. There was no one to do it with," Dennis shook his head. 

    I took another swig of beer, wondering where to go from here.

    "Grandpa, can I ask you something? Did you ever do anything with another guy?" Dennis decided to turn the tables on me. He was the one asking questions now, and I answered them honestly, even though this was something I'd NEVER told anyone.

    "Yes. When I was about your age, maybe a little younger. Things were different back then, there was no internet porn and stuff. People didn't really talk about sex. I was riding my bike though his wooded area and I stumbled upon a cruising ground. Of course, I didn't know that term back then. Do you know what it means?"

    "Yeah," my grandson nodded.

    "Well I met this older guy there. He was jerking off, out in the open. I pulled out my dick and joined him. And… one thing led to another and I ended up sucking him off," I admitted.

    "Did you do it more than once?" Dennis inquired.

    "Yes. A few times, at the same spot. But then I stopped going there when I started dating your grandma."

    "So did you like girls? Or did you force yourself to marry one?" 

    "Oh, no, I liked girls. And I loved your grandma."

    "I… I don't know if I like girls or guys better," Dennis said softly. "I mean, it's not like I find girls repulsive or anything. I've made out with a few and I've enjoyed it. But… I just love being with guys. Sucking dick. All that," he smiled.

    "Well you're still young. You have plenty of time to figure things out," I noted. "Just out of curiosity… Do you prefer older guys?"

    "You mean like Mr. Crane? Yeah, kinda," Dennis said. "I mean, it's all about how dominant they are. And mature men tend to be better at that."

    I remembered, so many decades ago, cruising the woods and sucking cock. The first guy I ever sucked was "dominant," as Dennis would put it. It's what attracted me to him. He was like my strict father, but a sexier version of him. It's been so long since I last thought about those encounters, but it was all coming back to me now.

    "Can I ask you something else?" Dennis said, and it looked like he was blushing. "Did you… Did you get hard while you were watching me with Mr. Crane?"

    I took another swig of beer, wondering whether to answer this question.

    "Yes," I admitted, putting my bottle down. The next words came out of my mouth without thinking: "I don't think you can blame me. You looked pretty hot."

    "But you didn't get to cum," said Dennis. "Don't you have blue balls?"

    "I was gonna take care of that after the guests leave."

    "Well the guests are gone," smirked Dennis. "Why don't you let me take care of that right now?"

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    I was shocked to hear my grandson say those words. Was he really offering to get me off? Then again, I'd just told him that he looked hot getting fucked in the ass. I'm sure that must have sent a pretty clear signal, even if that wasn't my intention. Or was it…? Why did I tell Dennis he looked hot?

     Wondering how far I was going to let this go, I looked into Dennis's eyes. He wasn't messing with me, I could tell. Nor did he have the slightest bit of doubt on his face. This was something he really wanted. Just like he'd wanted Crane's cock in his ass; just like he'd wanted the teacher to say all that degrading stuff to him.

    I spread my legs slowly, unsure of myself but also eager to see what my grandson would do. Dennis stood and slowly moved around the table, until he was a few feet in front of me. Then, he dropped to his knees and looked up at me with a wide grin. He held that eye contact as both his hands began to rub my upper and inner thighs slowly. Dennis quickly found my hardening cock that was snaking down one of my pant legs. I don't think it had ever fully softened after I'd caught Dennis with Crane upstairs over two hours ago. I'd returned to the party and mingled with my guests and colleagues as if nothing odd had happened. But during every conversation, my mind would wander back to what I'd witnessed in Dennis's bedroom.

    I finally closed my eyes when the intense eye contact got to be a little too much. Next, I felt my grandson's hands opening up my pants and sliding the zipper down. When he reached to the waistband to pull them down, I lifted my ass off the chair so that he could fully remove them. I was amused to watch him quickly but neatly fold them and place them on the table. Crane's trousers were always so neatly pressed, and I had no doubt that was where Dennis had acquired that habit.

    My grandson reached back to my waist and slid my briefs off, allowing my hard cock to spring up and point to the ceiling. His eyes got a little bigger as he took in the sight of it. I wasn't any record setter, but I'd always been pleased with the size of my dick. Dennis seemed to share that sentiment as he licked his lips with eagerness and grabbed my rigid shaft with one hand. I hissed in a breath of exhilaration. It had been a long time since I'd felt someone else's hand on my manhood, and I'd forgotten how electric it was in that first moment.

    My grandson began slowly jerking me with one hand while the other played with my nuts, tugging on them gently as he felt one, then the other, and finally gripped them both gently. I moaned almost involuntarily, but I also wanted to let him know that I liked what he was doing. Somehow I didn't feel that I could speak out loud right now, like it might break the spell or something.

    Dennis suddenly shoved his face into my crotch, and I felt the warm wetness of his tongue right where the root of my cock met my balls. He proceeded to give each of my nuts a very thorough licking, seeming almost fastidious in how he sampled every centimeter of my scrotum. The whole time he was slowly stroking me, and since I was leaking more precum than I could remember, my shaft was getting slick and that only made it feel even more amazing. 

    By the time my grandson stopped working my balls over and was slipping his lips around my dickhead, I was in another state of mind. Giving myself over totally to the experience. It was wild, since the last time I'd done anything with another man, I'd been the boy on his knees in front of the older guy. I'd never felt shame about those youthful adventures, but they were memories I kept in a box, rarely to be opened. Now my own grandson was here sucking my cock, and I was the older guy enjoying the energy of a young, eager partner.

    I opened my eyes again and I saw that Dennis was looking up at me. It seemed like he needed something from me, something other than the three-quarters of my dick that were down his throat. I moaned at the tight sensation of his esophagus clenching around my shaft, and he responded by sliding more of me down his gullet.

    "That's right, take it all," I whispered, again surprising myself by speaking so casually to my grandson as he deep-throated me. For the first time since beginning the blowjob, Dennis moaned, seemingly in response to what I just said. I recalled how verbal Crane had been earlier. Was Dennis expecting that from me? Was that what really got him off?

    My grandson was throating my entire cock by this point, and he'd started sliding the majority out of his mouth slowly, then shoving it back in, making it feel even deeper inside than it had before. Whether it was the triplet neighbors or someone else teaching Dennis these skills, the lessons had certainly paid off. It seemed like my grandson truly loved sucking cocks. I couldn't remember ever getting oral like this previously in my life, so he was clearly curating his talents. I'd promised my daughter I'd help her son find something that inspired him to do more – I just never expected it would be THIS.

    "Attaboy, I growled, trying to sound like Crane earlier. "That's a good  little cocksucker! Take that dick down your throat," I added sternly. Then, I shoved my hard-on down Dennis's throat with more gusto than before, and he clearly loved it! He continued to work my balls even as he buried his nose in my pubes.

    For the next ten minutes, Dennis administered an incredible blowjob, and I continued to bark orders at him and call him names like "slut" and "cocksucker." I was slowly building to a climax and I found that I was growing excited to see my grandson swallow my load. That was the part of servicing guys in the woods that I'd looked forward to most when I was Dennis's age: the feeling of their thick, manly loads in my mouth as I savored each of them.

    With the sudden awareness that I was about to give my grandson that same experience, I started blowing my load. Dennis kept tugging on my balls even as my climax pulled them closer to my body. Spurt after spurt of my semen went down his throat, and I heard myself telling my grandson things I'd never have dreamed I'd speak out loud:

    "Take my fucking cum, Dennis! Swallow your grandpa's load! Milk my cock with your throat, you slut!"

    Dennis moaned louder after each exclamation. He was loving all of it, and by the time my cock was giving him the last few drops, he was pulling his head back to nurse at the cockhead, his eyes looking up at me once again. While he cleaned my shaft with his tongue, I realized everything was going to change now.​

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