Jimmy was disappointed to find his fantasy woman from the previous trip to his grandparents wasn't on the train this time, but amused himself by remembering his mother's cries as all those cocks filled her slutty body. He'd been tormented in her presence since the revelation in Dan's cellar and had tried to avoid her as much as possible; a trip to his gran's would be just the thing to help him work his mind straight, he thought, and he was right - though not in the way he expected.
He arrived to see his gran hanging out the washing and waved hello before going into the house to put his bag in the guest room. He put his clothes into the wardrobe and hid his stash of porn mags under the bed, a vital supply as he hadn't been able to ease his rampant libido for fear his mother might hear him – he couldn't face any awkward questions from her at present. His friend, Paul, had gone on holiday for a week and Jimmy needed to get his rocks off before he exploded. Another good reason for this trip as it would enable him to jerk off in privacy. His cock pressed insistently against his jeans and he considered doing something about it, but was forestalled by the sound footsteps on the stairs.
"Hello, Jimmy, a nice surprise to see you," his grandpa said from the open doorway.
Jimmy turned and smiled. "Thanks, gramp's, sorry to come unannounced but I had to get away for the weekend. Hope you don't mind?"
"Not at all, you're always welcome, you know that. Have you seen your gran?"
"Yes, she's hanging out the washing."
"Well, I was about to do some work in the garden and wouldn't say no to a bit of help."
"Sure, no problem."
"Off out already?" asked his gran as they met her coming back inside the house.
"Jimmy's going to help me in the garden."
"He's only just arrived and you're putting him to work, already?"
"I don't mind gran," Jimmy said, kissing her cheek, "I've been studying hard and will be glad to give my eyes a rest."
"How long is it 'til you go to University?" she asked, filling a kettle at the old-fashioned Belfast sink.
"About six weeks," Jimmy replied absently, watching his granddad unlock the shed.
"We'll miss you."
"Oh, I'll come visit when -" Jimmy said, his composure ruffled as he turned to see his gran's large buttocks waving at him as she bent over to fetch cups from the cupboard. His cock flexed its muscle, reminding how long it had been since he'd satisfied its growing potency.
"When?" his gran prompted, placing three mugs on the clean, white Formica top.
"When, er, I have autumn break." Jimmy said, mentally shaking himself, the wobbling image of her ample flesh jiggling wantonly through his oversexed mind. He forced himself not to stare at her buxom breasts and kept his eyes on her face; plain, but not unattractive with a lifetime's experience etched in the wrinkles at the corners of her brown eyes and lips. Her light brown hair was salted with grey, cut neatly into tight curls that danced gaily as she busied herself making the tea.
"No girlfriend yet?" she asked, spooning sugar into two cups, leaving hers unsweetened. She was sweet enough already, she always said.
"No, not yet." Jimmy smiled, taking two mugs in each hand.
"Time enough for my favourite grandson to make some lucky girl very happy." she said, patting his cheek fondly.
Jimmy walked carefully down the garden path, ducking under a fragrant row of silk under-garments, blowing in the breeze like ship sails on the high seas and into the shed, putting a hot mug of thick, sweet tea by his grandpa on the table where he was rummaging through cluttered boxes.
"Tea, gramps."
"Thanks, Jimmy. I could've sworn I had some six inch nails in a jar. The fence needs repairing at the top of the garden. I'll have to pop into town and get more."
"Won't these do?" Jimmy asked, holding a box of rusty nails."
"No, lad, they'll not last the winter and there's no but a dozen six incher's in there. I'll need to break open the piggy bank and buy some."
Jimmy grinned at his grandpa's dry wit. His grandparents were comfortably off in retirement and managed to go away two or three times a year on SAGA cruises. He sat down on an old box and sipped his tea, breathing reminiscently on a plume of aromatic smoke as his grandpa sat opposite in his old chair, puffing his pipe alight. He could hear his gran clattering pans in the kitchen and a pang of nostalgia gripped his heart; familiar sounds and smells of his childhood that he would leave behind all too soon.
They chatted about 'manly things', as his grandpa called it until their mugs sat cold and empty on the table. His grandpa left, promising to return within half an hour and Jimmy promised he'd try and fix some of the splintered wood while he was gone. Jimmy's attention, however, was drawn to the billowing pair of pink knickers on the line as he stepped out of the shed and he mentally admonished his rising libido, but obeyed its insistent call to ease the growing pressure in his balls. With a pensive glance towards the kitchen window where his gran's attention was on the stove, he plucked them from the line and scuttled back to the shed, furtively clutching his prize. Without waiting to reconsider, Jimmy spread a sheet of newspaper across the table, unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock, carefully wrapping the shaft in damp silk but leaving the head free to avoid staining the delicate fabric.
"God, yes," he sighed in relief, stroking hard and fast to bring himself quickly to the boil.
Jimmy closed his eyes, summoning erotic images from the hormone-soaked recesses of his mind; Paul's fat cock, hot and throbbing; Mrs. Shelby's big tits and bushy pussy; Dan's hairy arse; his mother's tight, juicy cunt.
Oh God, yes...almost there!
Pre-cum greased his palm, splattering the paper under his dripping nob. He stood on tip-toe, buttocks clenched, balls tight, hand a-blur on his throbbing cock, seeking the release he desperately craved...then the door opened.
