I don’t certainly talk to my cousins that much. Our families are widen out all over the location and as we’ve gotten older we see every one more less. If it wasn’t for my grandpa, I don’t if we’d see em beyond the occasional Christmas or Thanksgiving. It amazed me, then, when I got a sort of cryptic text from my cousin, Danny. The text thread was a scarcely any years aged, picking up from some Secret Santa tool, to suddenly, out of the blue, it read: “Just saw grandpa. That guy wants to talk to u. Just go with it.” That’s it. “Just go with it.” I didn’t know what it meant. I tried to acquire greater amount out of him, but lad seemed to not want to say much more than that. Sure enough, about a week later, I got a call from Grandpa Ballard wanting to take me away for the weekend. It was a little strange for him to want to spend time with just me and not my dad or another brothers. We weren’t exactly the almost any close pair, but maybe this chub just craved to change that. The words “just go with it” stayed in my head. Danny’s never steered me wrong formerly, so I figured, why not? At the very least, my curiosity was piqued. We drove a ways away to that little dwelling in the woods. It reminded me of the format of rentals my comrades and I had eyed for after graduation. It was cozy, small, but clean and modern. I figured we’d spend the weekend just talking ’bout schoolhouse and jobs and such. But not quite just immediately, things felt off. Inside, we found some bathrobes and jockstraps placed on a table. It seemed like strange amenities for a rental, but grandpa proceeded to hand me a set and brought me to a wood panelled room to change. I was definitely interested in a sauna or sexy tub, but I didn’t unquestionably ever plan on being in 1 with my grandpa! But before I could even find out where we were sleeping, I was in a small changing area, watching him strip down to nothing! It was clearly meant for 1 person. I sat on a easy-chair about a foot away from him as boy casually dropped his pants and his cock fell out. It was enormous! It looked like a rhino horn greater amount than a dick. I couldn’t tell if this chub was serious or not, but it seemed to stick out much more than I would have guessed! I endeavoured not to stare, but where I was seated, I didn’t without a doubt have anywhere else to look… except for his face. Grandpa Ballard just put on his jockstrap, tucking away his fiend member like it was no big deal. Buddy flashed me a fast smile, almost as if to say, “all set, kiddo!” I tried to play it cool, but I couldn’t believe what was happening. What’s more… it made me even more curious. When it was my turn to change, I didn’t actually know how to continues. I did as bloke did, stripping down and removing my suit . When I took off my underwear, I felt a little flush in my face. I lost my footing slightly and my grandpa placed a hand on my hip to keep me still. This would have been awesome, except his hand was on my bare ass when boy did it. It was somewhat innocuous, but I couldn’t aid feeling my heart race. I’d never been touched… there… before. And to think this it was my grandpa. I don’t know. It was perverted, but I think just only because I didn’t mind… Once I had my jockstrap and robe on, I followed him out of the tiny space, hoping to find a excellent area to relax. But in preference to of walking into a sauna, we made our way into a brightly lit day room with a gigantic, flat bed. It seemed more for massaging than for sleeping, which made my tense up even more. My grandpa’s touch definitely made me feel confused before. The thought of a full massage made me nervous. I mean, what if I accidentally got serious? Grandpa was very gentle and comforting as bloke laid me down, taking off my robe and setting it away from each other. I could hardly breathe, let alone speak. I was about to ask him if that was okay, but formerly I could bring the air out from my lungs, I felt him straddling me from behind, his legs on either side of mine, as chap began to slowly and sensually massage my back. I won’t lie. It felt pleasant. Without a doubt perfect. But all the while, I kept thinking this I shouldn’t be here. “Just go with it.” Sure thing, Danny. Easier said than done. But Grandpa Ballard seemed to know what dude was doing. His fingers moved around my flesh, relaxing me greater amount than I thought I could be in that situation. And even when dude put his hands on my buttocks again… I do not know. It felt actually great. So perfect that I felt myself acquiring more than a little aroused. I essayed to stay on my front, not showing the prominent bulge in my jockstrap, but as I was worried ’bout hiding myself, Grandpa Ballard seemed more interested in finding all my delicate spots. His hands moved over my backside, playing with my hole, making of the video a fiery sensation throughout my body, even making my cock leak a little. I couldn’t believe it, but I didn’t wish it stop. “You like this?” boy asked. Maybe it was my breathing or the way I moved my hips, but guy seemed to know I was enjoying his massaging quite a bit. Then, removing all sense of denial, boy pulled my nuts out of my jockstrap, cradling them and licking them. I felt the air leave my lungs then. His throat lasted to explore my loins, moving up to my ass and licking at my hole. The feeling of his bristly beard and wet tongue was so wild and sensual, I didn’t wish it to end. Boy paused for a moment to whisper, “You taste like all the blokes in our family, too…” Then it hit me. Danny! This was what Danny was trying to tell me! I knew I was going to have to compare notes with him when I got back, but for immediately, all I could think ’bout was how much I loved having grandpa’s throat on me… and thinking ’bout putting my mouth on him…

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