High fives all round as we comfortably won our game.
Due to a frozen... well near-frozen pitch the start was delayed, which meant we missed our last train home.
When I say we I'm not talking about the team, I mean my friend and me. We had a shower and I say to Log, my friend, "I'm going to stay at my gran's place, how about you?"
Log says, "I don't have a gran, not round here. And I don't have anywhere to stay; I thought I'd be home."
I say, "You could check in at a B and B."
Log replies, "Think I'm made of money, can't I stay with you?"
I say, "My gran's only got a one-bed place. I'll be on the couch as it is."
Log says, "That's okay, all I need is a blanket and a cushion, I'll sleep on the floor."
I say, "I don't know mate, gran's not even expecting me."
We finish dressing and are leaving the rugby ground. My gran is just a few minutes' walk away.
I say thanks to my team and we go our ways. I glance towards Log and I can see he's leering soppy-eyed at me, he wants me to ask him, I say, "Come on you wanker, let's see if my gran is in first, and then if she'll put us up."
As we walked we talked about the game and wondered who our opponents would be for the next knockout phase.
Log is twenty-three, a year older than me; we've been friends since we both joined this rugby club five years ago.
And his name isn't 'Log' that's his nickname, not because he's big and broad like a rugby player, although yes he is. The name comes from his thick cock; not long, but... well... you know what I mean, showering in a communal place you see everything.
Ah... here we are at gran's place, light upstairs is on, she must be in. I wasn't sure how gran was going to react as I hadn't asked to stay. I wasn't expecting too much, especially as gran and I never really got along.
I knocked on the door; it was late, well-gone ten.
Took gran a couple of minutes to answer, and even then it was through a cracked door restrained by a safety chain.
Gran says, "Who is it? It's late!"
And as she sees me I say, "Hi gran, it's just me."
Gran replies, "Oh... it's you dick-head. What do you want?"
Now as I have mentioned, gran and I never really got along. We didn't hate each other! But we weren't best of friends either. And I should also say she's not my gran... not my real gran. She adopted my mother many... many years ago, and when mum got married, mum and dad moved to another county.
We only met up on occasions, you know... birthdays, weddings... Christmas!
I say, "I know it's late, we've missed the last train home. Can I... can we stay here tonight?"
Gran looks over my shoulder, and although it's dark, the outside light lit up Log's face.
Gran says, "You know this isn't a hotel!"
I say, "We haven't got anywhere else to go... not this late... please... I'll sleep on the couch and my mate doesn't mind being on the floor."
Gran closes the door, and I can hear the chain being removed. She then opens the door and says, "Couple of dicks, don't expect breakfast."
We step in and I say, "This is my gran, and gran this is Log."
Gran says, "Less of the gran you prick, my name is Roxanne, and you dicks can call me Rox. And what sort of name is Log!"
We had on our way to gran got some beers. We sat in front of the tele, drank, and watched a replay of a rugby game that was on.
Gran never came in; she stayed in her room... I think. But around half an hour later, I heard the shower go.
Log and I were in our shorts as it was hot in gran's place, and anyway, we were going to just go to sleep after we had finished watching the game.
Gran seems to be in the shower for quite some time, and both Log and I are desperate for a piss.
Log looks at me and says, "Mate I need to go, what is she doing in there!"
I say, "Me too, let me go see."
I go to the bathroom and the door is ajar. I push it open a little more and can see gran in the shower cubicle, it's all steamed up.
I can also see the loo, it's right there. I quietly sneak in and have a piss, keeping an eye out.
When I finish I go back and tell Log, "Be quick, she's in the shower but won't see you."
I carry on watching the game. I reach for another beer and then it struck me that Log's been a while. Wasn't sure how long but at least ten-twelve minutes; I knew he had a log to empty; you could have emptied a tanker quicker!
I didn't want to shout out, so continue to watch the game; it was close to the end.
And as the game ends, Log still isn't back. I slowly tiptoe to the bathroom and realise the shower isn't running, and the door is almost shut.
I very slowly push and peeked in, and before I can see anything I hear groaning. I knew exactly what was going on; I open the door a little more with some apprehension.
Log's sitting on the toilet seat, and gran sitting riding him, she faced away from me.
Gran was in a world of her own, her eyes must have been closed, and all that came out of her was, "Ah... ah... ah..."
Log then sees me and with one hand gives me a thumbs up.
I slowly close the door and walk away. The game has finished on the tele and I have no interest in watching anything anyway. I have a hard-on and slow wank on the couch. All of a sudden there's silence, no sex cries or grunts from dirty gran.
I have my eyes closed as I wank, not expecting either of them to be back in this direction; maybe just Log after he had emptied his bladder and balls.
As I stroke my cock, I feel wetness on my cock-head. I open my eyes and see gran next to me on her knees. Her head over my cock as she dribbles spit.
I freeze in shock, stop stroking, and burst out, "Fuckin hell gran!"
She grabs my cock in her hand and says, "Shut up you fuckin tosser... I'm not your gran!"
With that, she takes my cock into her mouth. I look around to see where Log is. Can't see him, I say, "Gran, what the fuck!"
She sucks and takes a side look at me but carries on, and then as she comes off she says, "Just cause I'm over sixty doesn't make me celibate."
I stare at her, and say, "What the fu..!"
She interrupts and says, "Told you you fuckin wanker, I'm not your fuckin gran... Rox!" she slaps my cock hard.
And although I'm a bit taken aback, it feels nice and stingy.
She gets up and says, "Okay, if you want it that way... wank yourself off then."
With that, she walks off stark naked.
My gran... or not, she's in her sixties, past mid-sixties I know that much. Has drooping medium'ish boobs, and from what I saw of them just now, her nipples seem large and puffy, the biggest I've seen on a girl... woman... gran!
She used to be a policewoman, so was in her day quite fit, and looking at her now she still seems to have maintained a figure about her.
Still seems to have a round firm arse, she's certainly no large fat gran. Obviously, till now I've never seen her naked, never really seen much of her as it was.
My cock never felt harder, it's so hard it hurt, especially after the slap.