“I’d like to fuck your boyfriend,” Gramps blurted out, unable to meet my eyes, as we rested between sets at the gym. I had a lot in common with my hunky, muscular-as-fuck grandpa, but that had never included fucking my boyfriend.
“I just really need to pound an easy hole,” Gramps continued, ignoring the shock on my face. “Would you mind if I dumped a load in Kyle’s ass?”
“Would I mind?” I gasped. “You think maybe we should ask Kyle, since it’s his ass you’d like to breed?”
“Oh please,” Gramps laughed. “Have you seen the way Kyle looks at me? He’d bend over this workout bench right now if he was here and I offered up my big cock to him.”
“I don’t doubt that, Gramps,” I agreed. “But where is this coming from? You’re happily married, for Christ’s sake. Does Nana not factor into this?”
“I’m sorry to break this to you,” Gramps rubbed his muscular forearm, “but your Nana’s got cobwebs all up in her pussy. I can’t recall the last time she offered up her dried-up cunt to me.”
“Jesus,” I cringed, covering my ears mockingly. “I don’t need to hear this.”
“Then hear this—I’m a man in my prime and I need to get my big dick wet. Dip my stick. Play hide the sausage. Poke the furry kitty. Take a roll in the—“
“Okay—I get it,” I cut him off. “Then why don’t you find some easy bitch to fuck on the side? Hot guy like you, Gramps, I bet you could score tons of pussy.”
“I don’t want some bitch,” he sneered. “The old ones have baggy cunts, and I don’t need the stress of knocking up some young bitch. I’m not raising another kid at my age. I need to fuck a slutty dude, like Kyle.”
“But have you ever fucked a dude?”
“I’m not going to dignify that with a response,” Gramps refused. “But I spent six years in the navy—months at sea on a boat full of horny sailors. So you do the fucking math.”
“Gotcha,” I nodded. “But why my boyfriend—why Kyle? There are dozens of sauna sluts at this gym who would gladly bend over for you. Have you not noticed them staring at your big one in the showers?”
“I’m not gonna stick my dick in just any guy who’ll bend over for me,” Gramps dismissed. “I trust Kyle. He’s cute as fuck. And that ass on him? Fuck. You’re a lucky boy to have him.”
“I know,” I agreed. “And I’m pretty sure he’d be down to take your cock, but—“
“But what?” Gramps interrupted. “I know you two are open. Shit, I’ve walked into the sauna and found you getting head from any number of guys in this gym. You can’t tell me fidelity is an issue.”
“It’s not that,” I affirmed. “Kyle and I do have an open relationship. Things like sucking dick or getting sucked at the gym are always a free pass. But when it comes to fucking—that’s a different story. We have rules.”
“Rules? Such as—?”
“We only fuck other guys while in the presence of each other,” I explained. “So if I were to let you fuck Kyle—“
“You would have to be there,” Gramps concluded.
“Right,” I nodded. “You’d have to be cool with me watching you fuck Kyle.”
“Hmm,” he scratched his silver beard. “I don’t want you to watch me fuck your boyfriend. I want you to tag his ass with me. You game for that?”
I should disclose that I had been attracted to Gramps from the time I hit puberty. The beard, the muscles, the deep voice—a pubescent gay boy’s wet dream. And that big bulge in his pants. Jesus, it was no wonder my frail Nana couldn’t take his cock anymore—he’d break her in half.
And though I loved my Gramps, I wasn’t in love with him. As I became a man, Gramps became one of my best buddies and a dedicated workout partner. He was my mentor, teaching me how to sail his boat, how to be a self-reliant man. Gramps meant the world to me. But could I tag my boyfriend with him?
Yes. Yes, I could.
“Lemme just text Kyle,” I offered, taking out my phone and tapping out Gramps’ proposal. “I mean, we’re assuming that Kyle is gonna be cool with this. It’s an unusual ask—getting tagged by your boyfriend and his grandpa. He might need some time to think it over—maybe even a few days.
Kyle chimed back immediately.
“What did he say?” Gramps inquired eagerly, his face like an expectant boy on Christmas morning.
“Kyle said, ‘FUCK YES,’ in all caps, I reported, showing the text to Gramps, his big cock tenting his pants.
“Then let’s go,” Gramps announced, heading towards the locker room.
“Wait—we still have two sets of squats to complete.”
“Fuck squats,” Gramps laughed. “I need to get fuckin’ laid.”
Thirty minutes later we were back at my apartment. Freshly showered and completely naked, Kyle was on the bed awaiting us—his sublime body an offering to a hedonistic god.
“Who wants to go first?” asked Kyle, as we stripped down before him.
“You go first,” Gramps offered to me, his massive cock swinging between his legs. I was envious of his big one, obviously missing out on receiving that particular DNA strand from him. Though my eight-incher was more than respectable, it looked tiny next to his massive fuck took—thicker than Kyle’s arm.
“Nah, you go first, Gramps,” I insisted. “You’re the guest.”
“Trust me, you don’t want me going first,” he winked, fisting his big one while eyeing my cock. “You’ll just fall in Kyle’s gaping hole after I’m done with him. Believe me, the guys in the navy always made me go last when we tagged some ass—and for good reason.”
“Okay,” I acquiesced. “I’ll fuck him first.”
Gramps took the chair in the corner, affording him a front row seat for the show. Grabbing some lube off the bed table, I slathered my cock. I climbed on the bed between Kyle’s legs. Pushing his knees to his chest, I angled his cunt towards me. I was just about to mount Kyle when—
“What the fuck are you doing?” Gramps interceded, pulling me back. “What kind of amateur are you? That’s not how to treat a bottom.”
Gramps shoved me in the chair as he climbed onto the bed, his face inches from Kyle’s eager cunt. With his meaty hands on Kyle’s thighs, he dove his tongue into Kyle’s hole.
“Mmm yeah,” Kyle moaned like a bitch in heat as Gramps ate him out, his tongue widening Kyle’s sphincter, pushing into his fuck canal. Kyle’s toes curled as his hands moved to Gramp’s head, his fingers running through Gramp’s thick silver hair.
I must admit that I had never eaten out Kyle with such loving attention. It shamed me to see Gramps as he employed skills that far exceeded my own. It was just the beginning of my inferiority to him.
“Now you can fuck him,” Gramps announced, coming up for air after dining on Kyle’s quivering cunt for more than twenty minutes. Wet, pink, and slightly gaping, I had never seen a hole so ready to be fucked.
Rising from the chair, I stood at the edge of the bed, ready to do my job. Gramps stood behind me, his massive cock grazing my ass, and placed his meaty hands on my shoulders. “Get in there and fuck the shit out of that bitch,” he hissed in my ear, his breath wet and hot.
Needing no further orders, I plunged into Kyle, my eight-incher sliding easily into his well-prepped hole, his sphincter stretching effortlessly to accommodate me. Kyle gripped me from within, pulling me into his depths.
“That’s it—fuck him,” Gramps cheered from his lookout perch as I delivered some deep strokes. “Fuck that cunt.”
I had fucked Kyle countless times with other guys watching, but never before had one of those guys been my own grandfather. It was sickly perverse, but so fucking hot at the same time. And Gramps proved to be no passive observer as he shouted out comments and praise: “Yeah, fuckin’ wreck that cunt. Make that bitch beg for your seed.”
Wanting to put on a good performance for Gramps, I gave it hard to Kyle. Pummeling his cunt at a frenzied pace, my balls smacking his ass, I aimed to show Gramps some of my skill. Yet I knew I couldn’t keep up that pace—that my balls couldn’t outlast my stamina. But that was okay. I was just the warmup act in this show. I needed to deliver a quick performance and then yield the stage to Gramps—the main attraction.
“SHIT,” I exclaimed, pounding Kyle hard. “I’m about to bust.”
“Yeah, breed that bitch,” came Gramp’s booming voice. “Fuckin’ seed his cunt.”
The floodgates opened, my load spewing into Kyle’s void. “FUCK—FUCK—FUCK,” I grunted over and over as my cock pulsed within Kyle, my balls filling him with my seed.
“My turn,” Gramps announced abruptly, suddenly at my side, literally pushing me off Kyle, my cock still dripping cum as Gramps shoved me aside.
“HOLY FUCK,” Kyle screamed as Gramps pushed his massive fuck took into Kyle’s cummy hole. “You’re so fucking big.”
“Yeah, bitch,” Gramps growled, his cock a battering ram in Kyle’s trembling cunt. “Now you’ll get to see how a real man fucks.”
I had seen more than my share of porn since puberty—gay, straight, you name it. But never before had I witnessed a sexual encounter of this magnitude. Gramps was a force—a total fuck machine. With his muscular arms pushing Kyle’s knees wide apart, Gramps unleashed a fury into Kyle’s fuck canal—and Kyle was loving it.
“Fuck me—fuck my pussy with that big cock,” Kyle screamed over and over again as Gramps ravished him. I was in awe of Kyle in that moment. The sheer size of Gramp’s big cock looked almost like an arm inside of Kyle’s stretched out hole, reminding me of fisting porn.
“Fuck, he’s gotta sweet cunt,” Gramps turned his head to me as he continued to pummel Kyle. “I’d destroy this pussy every night if I had it in my bed.”
The word destroy was apt. Gramps was wrecking Kyle, his cunt a quivering, pulpy mess as Gramps routed him out with zero reprieve. Kyle’s persistent moaning was straddling that fine line between pleasure and pain. I worried Kyle might not be able to endure the assault much longer. In the end, it didn’t matter. Gramps’ balls were also losing the fight.
“You want my cum, bitch?” Gramps announced urgently, sweat raining down from his muscular body onto Kyle. “You want me to shoot my load in you?”
“Yes, breed me,” Kyle responded, breathless and weakened. “Seed my fucking hole.”
A low growl began to emit from deep inside Gramps as he executed a series of final thrusts into Kyle. Steadily, the growl got louder and louder until—
“FUCK—SHIT,” Gramps barked, the walls shaking as his body convulsed uncontrollably atop Kyle. He came like a possessed demon, spewing his fiendish seed into Kyle. “Yeah, take my fuckin’ nut, bitch.”
“Mmm yeah, I can feel you shooting inside me,” Kyle moaned, his fingers digging into Gramps’ back, raking his skin. “Your cum is so fucking warm.”
Gramps remained still on top of Kyle, his balls emptied, his breathing slowly returning to normal. Abruptly he pulled out, his cum-slicked third leg leaving a gaping black hole. A river of pearly cum gushed from the cavernous void, flooding the sheets below Kyle.
“Fuck, I needed that,” Gramps announced, wiping his sweaty brow with his muscular forearm. Without asking, he sauntered to our shower, cum dripping from his spent cock as it swung like a pendulum between his legs.
Freshly showered and no longer wreaking of man sex before going home to Nana, Gramps looked like a changed man. The transformation was incredible. He appeared stronger, more virile—at least ten years younger. It was amazing to see what getting laid can do to a man both mentally and physically.
Gramps asked me to give his thanks to Kyle, who was sound asleep in a fetal position on the bed. Exhausted, he rested deeply, Gramps’ cum still leaking from his wrecked hole.
Gramps came back again the next day and fucked Kyle, who couldn’t get enough of Gramps’ big cock. It soon became a regular thing between them.
I no longer insist on being present when they fuck. Some days I’ll come home from work to find Gramps balls deep in Kyle, going round after round for hours on end. Their appetite for sex together is insatiable.
A small part of me worries that one day I’ll come home to find that Gramps and Kyle have run off together—leaving me and Nana behind, forgotten. Traveling the world on Gramps’ sailboat, they’ll passionately consume each other, fucking like there’s no tomorrow.
But that’s crazy, right? I’m just being paranoid, right? Right—?
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
