Spring Brea with Gramps

John sits up in bed above the covers, his muscular legs splayed out. An ice-cold beer chilling his left hand. Taking a swig he puts the can down on the nightstand. Sounds of gunfire fill the room as C.S.I plays on the television to an almost deafening degree. Despite this though John's mind was elsewhere.

I wonder if he's home yet? He thought of his grandson,Tyler. Earlier he had gone out for the night with friends. He's a grown man, he's fine. And what a fine young man at that. Scowling at his thoughts, John took another swig of beer. Hoping the alcohol might push his growing lustful thoughts of his grandson out of his mind.

John gave a heavy sigh of defeat, his intrusive thoughts are winning, damn. John just needs to survive another week and then spring break will be over. His grandson will be gone then they could go back to the same thrice yearly phone call. A normal relationship that all grandfathers have with their grandsons.

John's grandson Tyler had called him a week ago asking if he could stay with him while he was in Palm Springs for spring break. John eagerly agreed, excited at the idea of seeing his grandson. It had been some time since the two saw each other. Something had changed though.

Tyler was no longer that awkward teenage boy he had remembered years ago; he was a man now. He had grown into a muscular and lean physique. His jawline was strong and he had the most piercing green eyes.

Suddenly John started to feel a yearning when looking over his adonis of a grandson. Luckily for John though for the most part Tyler was busy with his friends so their alone time was kept brief. The thing was when he was around he was almost always almost naked. Of course it was Palm Beach so it wasn't too odd to dress in tank tops or shorts, it was different though.

Tyler would walk around in only his briefs constantly. Tyler was even naked one night when John came into the kitchen. Tyler had been so casual not even trying to cover his manhood from John. Trying to talk with him as if he wasn't naked as a Jay bird in front of his grandfather. John practically broke the bathroom door of the hinges rushing in to take care of his swelling in his pants.

Because of this John felt himself leering at his grandson. His shapely ass, his tight body, his smooth skin. At first John felt guilty about jerking to the idea of his grandson he'd try stopping. Then like clock work Tyler would walk around mostly naked and the animalistic lust took over John.

John never dared saying anything to Tyler partly because he felt awkward about it but also because he enjoyed the view no matter how much he tried to.deny it or bury it.

A door shutting from inside the house snaps John out of his titillating thoughts. That must be Tyler, looking over at the clock on the nightstand the time read a half hour before 2 am. Damn, that kid had a lot of energy.

Again more lewd thoughts started to take hold of John as he imagines his grandson fucking other men. Sucking and fucking his way from bar to bar. John grew hot all over, his cock swelling. Fuck! Too late to push the thoughts out now, John reaches into his overly cramped lounge shorts freeing his rod. Spitting into his left hand wetting the head of his dick.

Starting with slow strokes of his tool John thought deprived yet maddening thoughts of his grandson in some bathroom stall on his knees choking down a hard cock.

It was fine thinks John stroking himself with more rhythm. He was thinking of someone else throat-ramming his tempting grandson.

John became aware of how loud the television was, reaching for the remote with his free hand he grabs it muting the television. As John starts to stroke his tool, he hears soft sounds coming from the living room. What was it? John tried focusing on the sound but it was too muffled to be heard from the bed.

Hopping up John was walking to the bedroom door his erect dick bouncing as he did. Lightly pressing his ear to the door. Moaning. The sound of two men engaging in a heated fucking was coming from the living room. John instantly not recognizing neither of the men's moans of passions as his son Tyler. In fact the sound is definitely artificial. Tyler must be watching gay porn in the living room. What's wrong with the kid, did he want to get caught?

Maybe. No, absolutely not. John Shamed himself for having the idea. But this was it, this was his moment. Even if it is just some drunken accident and it probably is. Now was his chance to get a view of just what kind of tool his grandson was working with.

Very stealthy John slowly opened his bedroom door, being sure not to allow the door to creak. Then made light yet deliberate steps. Out of the hall to the kitchen where he could get a better view of the living room. He all but lowered his large 6 foot frame to the ground as he kept behind the kitchen bar. Then popping his head over, he felt a shock of giddiness as he saw grandson's sweet angelic face partially hidden behind his long golden locks of hair.

It looked as if Tyler had gone to have a drunken wank and passed out half way through. John licks his lips, his cock and balls aching at the sight of Tyler's rod. John starts to tug himself as he looks over the partial nakedness of his grandson. To hell with this peep show, his grandson was clearly over there in need of release as his grandfather it was only right to help him out. Walking around the bar and to the front of the couch as carefully as possible. Standing there he tempted fate, waiting for his grandson to wake up and see his grandfather hulking over him, his cock in hand. Tyler was completely still.

Don't worry boy gramps will help you with that. He carefully took the phone from his left hand, laying it on the coffee table in front of them. John glances at the screen. A younger man was having his back blown out by a significantly older man. The title was a kicker. Gramp's shows the boy how to ride. Was this some kind of sign from the universe or what.

Looking over at the sweet unconscious face of his grandson and then down at his needing member, John spit into his hand. He gingerly grabs a hold of something he had been yearning for for weeks. Feeling Tyler's cock in his hand felt euphoric. What a big boy, no man you turned into thought John as he started stroking his grandson's tool. A little moan escaped Tyler's lips but only drove John's mad lust further. He felt the head as he slowly went up then then the shaft as he slowly moved his fist down to the base. Tyler stirring here and there and soft moaning or whimpering escaping his lips. Poor thing, he probably needs release so badly.

He lightly pulls Tyler's pants down to his ankles. Tyler needs a warm mouth. Sucking him was the least he could do. He got on his ass, as he was still too large to get on his knees and lapped at the head of Tyler cock. A more vocal moan slipped from Tyler's mouth, but John was too worked up now to care. He took the head into his mouth and swallowed to the base, aware of his teeth near his grandson's cock as he did.

"Grandpa?" A soft stirring voice. John's euphoric high was now replaced by a cold sober reality. He shot up like a mad hare. Oh god, oh god what had he done. He shut his eyes tight and hid his face behind his hands. Any moment now Tyler was going to yell, he was going to attack him or take off running into the night. Instead John felt the warm embrace of lips on his cock head. He let out a moan of both pleasure and relief. He lowered his hand to his side, but dared not to look at the boy. "What are you doing?" he stammered.

"Open your eyes, gramps and see." John slowly opened his eyes to see the beautiful face of his grandson, throating him on his knees. John groaned deeply. Was this some kind of sick wet dream? A big grin grew on Tyler's face. "Fuck gramps your thick." Tyler chuckles, taking his grandfather back in his mouth.

"Tyler, are you sure you wanna be doing this? It's wrong, you're my grandson." Tyler didn't say a word he only bobbed his blonde head up and down johns cock. Spit trailing down his balls. "Fuck it!" John said sternly. "You don't know how long I've wanted this Tyler since the minute you arrived and I saw what kind of man you became." Tylers gags as he starts deep throating his grandpa's cock.

"Fuck boy!" grunting John as he takes a fist full of Tyler's blonde hair shoving himself deep inside. Could his grandson suck cock or what? He pulled Tyler off of his throbbing rod. Any more of the boy's mouth and he'd burst. "Get on the couch, pants off, I wanna see your hole boy." John says in a soft yet firm tone. Tyler lays back on the couch, his feet and ass in the air. John gets down on his hands and knees, lapping at Tyler's tight hole like a hungry animal.

Tyler shouts out. "Fuck Gramps! Fuck yeah." John takes one hand and starts teasing the entrance of the hole with it. He feels the entrance of the tight pink opening. Spreading both of Tyler's pillowy ass cheeks with his large palms. He spits on Tyler's hole before sliding a finger inside. Tyler's head shoots back as his moans turn more desperate. John smirks playfully. "What have you been doing all these nights boy? I thought you'd be out getting fucked." Tyler's laugh was breathy and strained.

"Nah grandpa, I'm all yours." John's laugh was boisterous.

"Good boy!" He growled out. "What a good grandson I have. Always thinking of his elders." John shoves a second finger into Tyler, finding his prostate he massages it. Tyler is shaking in ecstasy. "See grandpa knows just what ya need boy."

"Fuck grandpa I'm gonna blow." Tyler is panting furiously. John then takes Tyler's cock in his mouth, lapping at the head. Tyler bucked up, as his warmth floods John's mouth he gulps it down eagerly. Pulling his fingers from his grandson's tight hole, he stands towering above Tyler working his tool, and tweaking his nipples.

"Fuck." he shouts Tyler leans in closing his eyes as his grandfathers cum pours onto his face. Licking some of the cum off of his lips. Tylers moans in satisfaction at the taste of the warm milky liquid he seemed to desperately crave. God what a sight to see his beautiful blonde grandson covered in his seed.

John's mind began racing as his carnal desires fade into clarity. What the fuck had they just done? Tyler's voice snapping him out of his thoughts. "Grandpa ya mind finding me a towel or something?"

"Oh of course." John rushed to the bathroom, his flaccid manhood slapping his thigh as he went. Returning he quickly handed the towel to Tyler who wipes his face with it. Tyler gets up embracing his grandfather tightly, burying his face into his large furry chest.

"Thanks gramps I need that." He laughs and looks up. "I'm sure you did to." John pats his grandson tenderly on the back, giving a warm smile.

"Boy you don't know the half of it."

John yawns, stretching his arms. The light from the open blinds shining on his face. Sitting up, his hands search for Tyler. He's gone. John's hands searched for the warmth of his grandson's sleeping body. Instead only stirring sheets. The clock read 8 am, pretty late for John; he was normally up much earlier. Anxiety tugging at John's chest. Where is Tyler? They had fallen asleep together in John's bed after their "bonding" experience on the couch last night. Had Kyler run away in shame?

The faint smell of bacon and small sounds of cooking utensils emanating from the kitchen assures John. Smirking at himself he breathes a sigh of relief. Getting out of bed John stretches his arms and chest out. Heading to the kitchen he finds Tyler in only his brief, cooking breakfast. The pleasant smell flooding John's nasal canals. "Well now what's all this?" his voice jovially. Tyler flashed the cutest smile at John.

"Just some breakfast, I realized that since I've been here last night was the only night we had much time together. So I made us breakfast." John feels giddy, he smiles. He walks close to Tyler patting him on his back. John didn't know what to do now. What was an acceptable amount of physical affection to show your grandson after you just had your cock in his mouth the night before?

As if reading his thoughts, Tyler spun around kissing him deeply. His tongue probes John's. John fully leans in bending his body. Was swapping spit and tongues with your grandson supposed to feel this good, fuck.

Tyler smiles playfully, then smacks his hand on John's ass. John flinches, shocked his grandson is stronger than he looks John mockingly rubbing his ass. "Sit gramps I'm almost done, there's coffee on the counter top for you over there too." He said pointing. Picking up the coffee John takes a seat on the couch. Changing the TV with the remote he put on a fishing show. Looking over at his cooking grandson, John's heart felt like it could burst from his chest. When was the last time he felt like this? His grandson was a great man, and a great lover.