It’s New Year’s Day grandpa.

This is a work of fiction, or is it?

The characters portrayed within are made up, of legal age and have no correlation to any real life people.

I never did get a second chance to enjoy my Granddads touch and after the first encounter it was all i could think about. He wasn't my real grandfather and I know it doesn't make it any more acceptable, but he enjoyed it as much as I did, so I guess I should't be too strict on myself and beat myself up about it. I guess it made that one night special, for both of us, and one than I forever kept locked away within me for enjoyment and for shame of anyone ever finding out.

I had such a crush on my grandfather, his tall overpowering stature, his physique and strength, the way he would tend the garden and his knowledge on the plants. Then came the day when I became aware of sexuality, it finally made sense what these feelings were towards him, why I would turn to jelly upon his appearance and the day he decided to grow a moustache, that was it and I was hooked. I knew then and there that I had to do everything in my power to have him, to feel his body against mine, to hear his groans and panting as he exploded in orgasm, and to know it was me.

I started to cycle all the way to their house in hopes of going on a walk with him alone but he had become less able to go for long walks as his breathing was a lot worse. There was one time I turned up and my grandma wasn't there, just myself and him, he said he was going to change clothes, yet I didn't think anything of it, but went for a quick peak through the gap in the door to see him from behind in just his underwear. If I'd have had more courageous and a lot more braisen then I would have made far more moves on him, but I was incredibly shy and knew it was a very wrong thing to do. There were a few times that I would try and touch him, upon leaving their home I would go in for a hug and try to put my hand on his crotch, yet I could never get the right angle so no one would see and I would always mess it up somehow.

So here's the story and I hope telling you this will bring some enjoyment your way too. Enjoy.

The year was 1999, the village hall was going to throw a gathering for the residents to go and party, welcome in the new year and such with music, drinks, entertainment, everything you would need for a jaunt of this kind. The village was small, only twelve houses and everyone knew each other, it had a church though so this meant it had the village category instead of it being a hamlet, which it definitely was. I had lived there for seven years now and knew everyone, their habits, what they did throughout the day and everyones name.

I used to flirt a lot with the farmers help called John, an old skinny guy in his 60's with a trouser snake that anyone young boy like myself would drool over, just to get a squeeze, a taste or maybe something more, he had frizzy hair either side of his head and a bald spot on top, he didn't have much body hair though as I saw when he was just wearing trousers the one day.

I was very much the frustrated boy, raging hormones, the only gay in the village, nowhere to find anyone I could have a quick play with and I certainly had to hide my attractions to men as I was so scared to show my true self, let alone the fact that I went for men three or four times my age. I did come out to the John one time saying that I fancied him but the response I got was definitely not the one I wanted, so I went back a few days later after my embarrassment had settled down to tell him my school friends had put me up to it and it was just a prank. Whether or not he believed me was a different story but thankfully I wasn't going to be living there for much longer so it didn't matter to me. I would wank myself silly thinking about him though, especially that one time I caught him pissing between the tractor and trailer outside the house on the farm track, just seeing him in his blue coveralls sent my imagination wild, did he have clothes on, was he semi erect because I was sat on my bike watching him until he finished, trying to have a conversation with me. I could do nothing but stare.

Then there was Gordon, another old man who was married to Margaret, she used to cut my hair. I used to go around to his garage sometimes just to be near him, help him with things like fixing his mower or stand and chat about everything and nothing. I'm almost sure that if I made a move on him, he wouldn't have backed down as I sensed sometimes he was leaving himself open for me to make the first move, just that i never could because of the fear of rejection yet again. Sometimes I'd catch him wandering around the wasteland in between two of the houses near the one my mother rented. He was always losing his guinea foul as they kept some for pets I think, or maybe they ate them for roasts and bred them, I'm not too sure and I never asked. I always remember the one hot summers day I visited him in his garage, he was sat there fixing the mower in some really skimpy looking shorts, they may have been swimming trunks, but as I crouched near him, I noticed he was showing me more of him than usual. I caught a glimpse of his crotch and there it was starring directly at me, a lovely bit of crumpled up foreskin poking out the side. I wanted so much to just reach out and touch it with a few fingers, again fear prevented me, but I did mention to him that he was on show and he wasn't all that bothered. I kicked myself for not reaching down and correcting it for him, the overwhelm was too much so I never plucked up the courage, I also noticed that he hadn't reacted to me mentioning it either, so I know my chances of him getting turned on were very low. I would always ask him if he would go on a walk with me down to the local woodlands, which was a few hundred yards away from everyone at the back of a field, I would hatch a plan to start a conversation about it being a fun idea to one day walk around naked in the woods, been as hardly anyone walked there throughout the day, but I wanted to see his reaction. The plan never happened and we never did walk around the woods together either.

The woodland was a great place to go though, it had its main pathways, some lesser known one's that me and some friends used to take as a way of just exploring, sometimes I would be there alone and sat on a bench, I would daydream about an old man coming along and asking me why I was there on my own, to which I would reply in my head that I was enjoying the peace and quiet, along with me thinking about saying to the old man that if it were less public an area, I would be stripped off. Again it never happened, but a boy could fantasise and it may still happen as I'm in my middle ages with plenty of time to explore or revisit such locations.

I think I've digressed far too much here so I will continue on with the story. It's always nice to set the scenery though and add a little backstory. Also if you wanted to see where I lived as a young virile teenager, maybe search google earth for a place called Newchurch near Hoars Cross and go on some adventures yourself to see the woods I walked.

So, the year was 1999, my mother had said to both my sister and I that we would celebrate this year as much as possible with it coming to an end and it being our last year living in the house. Mother had invited both Granny and Granddad to join us. I had turned 18 the previous month so I was allowed to drink finally, although I has experienced some alcholo prior because there was a period of some weeks where my school friends and I would take it turns to throw themed parties at each others houses.

I can't remember the exact time we turned up, but it wasn't too long after everyone else had arrived, we had all walked there as it was only around the corner and down a small road. I saw some of the younger people in the village that I knew so I went to sit and have a few drinks with them. We ended up trying to wrestle each other on the floor for some bizarre reason, I know they always taunted me because I was the weakest out of the bunch, it did upset me but I didn't let them know it did, lest to say I wasn't that popular with people as I was seen as feeble and some parents used to think of me as an idiot or of low IQ, maybe very weird. My sister was still trying to chat up Nigel who was the son of Gordon, fancy that though, two siblings going after each generation of men in the family haha. My mother was somewhere chatting away to her favourite neighbours she talked with a lot and my grandparents were sat somewhere at a table, granddad hardly saying anything yet observing everything going on, granny sat chatting but more than likely complainging about the loud music.

Granddad was a tall man, quite well built with a bit of a belly, his hair was salf and pepper which was very thin on top, he had big glasses and a plaster on one side to hold the arm in place. He had a thick bristly moustache that would always turn me on and it didn't half make him look handsome.

I had become very merry with the alcopops I was drinking throughout the night, I think all our family were merry in some way or another but I hadn't really been concentrating on anyone apart from Gordon and John, just waiting for that moment for them to go to the toilet cubicle where I could go into the next one and try look over the top at some meaty dick, but that moment never happened, the night came and went, it was new years day and time for us all to go home.

Once we arrived back at the house, everyone went their separate ways, mother to her bedroom, granny sleeping in my sisters bed, sister down in the front room on a camp bed, me in my own room and granddad laid on the couch. I couldn't sleep and it had been around ten minutes since we arrived home, yet everyone was sound asleep. I crept my way downstairs to get some cereal as I had suddenly become ravenous for food, it would seem that alcohol can have that effect on people and it definitely did on me. I crept into the living room where granddad was asleep on the couch, there was a small lamp on in the corner so it was still quite dimly lit, but light enough for me to see granddad sprawled on the couch on his back with his arms folded and his legs together. I don't know why but I just stood there and looked at him peacefully sleeping, breathing in and out, oddly though he wasn't snoring this time.

I stood there for a few minutes, I only had a t-shirt on and my boxers that had lost the buttons on the front so it was just open, they were black too which isn't the best colour for wiping up those spurts of spunk and at that age there was a lot to wipe up, with it drying in a crusty way and a few white outlines. Mother never found them as I'd hide them until they were so stained I knew it was time for a new pair, so I would wait for a load of washing to pile up and I would hide them in between everything.

After realising that I had been starring for maybe a bit too long, with the added erection I now had, bursting through the gap of my boxers, i quickly corrected myself, dick between my waist band and underneath my t-shirt so as not to show off to granddad, I made my way into the kitchen and grabbed a bowl, some weetabix, sugar and milk. I made my way back into the living room and sat down to eat my cereal, yet I kept glancing over to granddad asleep on the couch. I slowly ate my cereal, trying not to make a big thing of looking at granddad sleeping, but I'm sure I caught him opening his eyes a few times and looking at me sat there eating my cereal. I didn't think too much about it though, yet glancing over seeing if he was actually asleep or not, yet finding no evidence to suggest otherwise and my cock once again as hard as a rock, poking out the front of my boxers shorts.

I finished my cereal and got up, my dick wagging up and down as if it were a tail of a very happy dog, I couldn't be bothered to correct it at this point so I made my way to the kitchen to rinse off the bowl and spoon, then make my way back upstairs to try and attempt to go back to sleep. When I entered the living room, granddad has moved and his legs were wide open, my dick got so hard it started to hurt because of all the blood rushing into it and making it swollen. I stood there and looked at him, still peacefully breathing yet still not snoring, which was still very odd as granddad always snored his head off when sleeping.

As I stood there looking at him, my eyes went to his crotch and I looked longingly at it, wondering what was beyond those lovely brown corduroy trousers that he would always wear, along with his clean shirt, tie and vest jumper of some wonderful coloured pattern. As I stood there, dick still hurting from the raging hard on that had repeated itself too many times now, granddad stirred a bit and moved his head towards where I was standing, his hand lowered down to his crotch where he gave himself a few gropes and then went to the side of his leg. I stood there frozen, not knowing what to do or if I moved would it wake him up.

I stood there for what seemed like hours, I decided to creep backwards into the kitchen, my bladder had all of a sudden made me aware that I was about to piss the Niagara Falls into the toilet. I made my way into the downstairs bathroom and edged cock as low as i could without hurting it too much and let flow. It made such a noise and I couldn't adjust the stream as it was splashing around all over the place, so I did the best I could and finished.

Upon arriving at the door to the living room, granddad still peacefully asleep, peacefully still not snoring, peacefully still looking my way and with his hand near his crotch with his fly undone.

Wait, what.

Sure enough granddad had undone his fly hole to his trousers and was just laying there, legs parted, welcoming me in like a desert ready to be eaten. I stood there not knowing what to do, still erect, hurting and now extremly horny as if one touch of my cock would send me into an orgasm. Curiosity got the better of me as I wanted to look at what was on offer beneath the divine, velvety trousers and white y-fronts that granddad always wore. I slowly crept over until I was hovering over him, heart racing with excitement so much that I could feel it throbbing through my body all the way to the tip of my shaft.

Next thing I know, granddads arm raised up and took my cock in his hand, he gently caressed my foreskin with his thumb, rubbing it around and going inside to circle my glans. Yet his eyes were still closed.

"Granddad are you awake?" I whispered trying to be all coy and innocent yet knowing full well he was awake.

"Yes Grandson, I saw you watching me and looking at my crotch, yet you were struggling to make any moves". He replied in a whisper that was so reassuring that I almost collapsed to the floor in a flood of tears, finally I was being touched by anither man, a man that was the right age, with the right amount of facial hair, yet it was my granddad and I was both in heaven and hell at the same time.

"Granddad are you sure this is ok?"

"Well grandson, you're excited aren't you, because I know I am. Don't think for a second I haven't seen your attempts at grasping my crotch every now and again when you had the chance. It drove me insane to think a young man like you could ever want an old man like me"

He stopped playing for a moment and looked at me, grinned for a moment with that loving smile, showing that fur and bottom lip that drove me to ecstasy. He then glanced down at my dick, throbbing harder than ever, his eyes grew wide with excitement and he looked back at me and smiled an even bigger grin.

"My goodness boy, where on earth do you hide all that, you certainly don't tale after your granddad, I'm not very big".

As he whispered explaining his small stiff phalic object, easing out of his pants, I lowered my body to one side and grabbed his head, gently stroking his thick head. Sure it wasn't a size to scream about, but it was still a turn on because of who it was attached to.

I've never really been bothered about size all that much, I just wanted make old men cum, it's something I have made a passion for and something I always accomplish. Some old men have not expected to cum again, but with patience and sheer pleasure, I have always made my promise, to have my grandpas satisfied.

"Is this ok granddad, I've only ever played with my own and unsure if it's different for you?" I quizzed with a slight apprehension and excitement.

"You're doing fine my boy, but be careful, your granddad hasn't had this kind of encounter in a long time, so it might not take long for the old boy to cum". His hesitation was present in his voice as to hold back from ejaculating too quickly.

"Ok granddad, just let me know what to do and I'll do it for you".I replied innocently again.

"That's a good boy, you'll make an old man happy some day". He replied with confidence.

"What should I do now granddad?" I asked as I wanted to do more with his lovely swollen member.

He reach up to his belt, undone the clasp and then unbuttoned his trousers. He gently raised himself up as quietly as possible, lowered his trousers and pants to show a mass of white pubes, a small cock with a thick shaft and massive testicles. Without hesitation, I lent down and buried my head in his crotch, I wanted to take in every scent of my granddads love making parts, the sweet almost honey like smells of sweat and a bit of urine, mixed in with aftershave and washing powder. It was a glorious smell that would haunt me for a life time.

"Hold your horses there grandson, you're gonna make granddad too excited and it'll be days before I can cum again" he said as he lifted my head with his hand under my chin.

I was slightly impatient, as years and years of lusting after him and the other old men in the village was taking its toll on me, I was ready to splurge like a fountain.

"Sorry granddad, I'm very excited. You don't know how long I have wanted this experience, with you, with any old man that caught my attention". I said impatiently, hoping to just get it over with and swim in the ecstasy of the fact that I'd made my granddad cum, and he did me.

"It's ok grandson, I just want to experience this moment for as long as I can. Like I said it's been a long time".

We both looked at each other, passion in our eyes, cocks solid and balls full to the brim with cum ready to explode. We caressed each others dicks, playing with each others heads for a bit, gently massaging each others sacks. I licked his balls for him while his hand went behind my balls and he gently touched my hole. He was breathing heavily and slowly, not making too much noise since my sister was in the next room.

He then decided to show me a trick, he grabbed my hand and took it to his mouth. He pushed all my fingers down but one and sucked on it to get it wet, he then told me to gently rub and circle his thick head so I did. His eyes slowly closed, his head went back, he let out a quiet moan and started to tremble.

I didn't quite know what was going on or if I was doing something wrong so I quietly asked him, "everything ok granddad, is this the right way to do it, are you enjoying this"?

"Grandson", he whispered soflty, "This is the best thing I've felt in years and its sheer bliss".

all of a sudden he started to jerk and twitch, his breathing became rapid, he started exhaling in short sharp breaths and his dick became rock hard as his balls tightened almost up to the bottom of his shaft. He grabbed the back of my head, forcing it down to meet his gorgeous round shiny red glans that had become wet with precum.

"Put it in your mouth my boy, quickly now".

I didn't hold back, I knew what was next and I wanted it, I've wanted this for years and the best man in my life was going to give it to me. Granddads breathing became heavy and fast, his cock so hard it felt like it could snap in two, his balls were so taught that they had become solid too. It then happened, I felt his cock start twitching fast, his hand went over his mouth to muffle his high pitched squeels and he blew such a load in my mouth I almost choked. I sucked and sucked as fast as I could, trying not to let anything fall from my mouth, I heaved as my mouth filled with the salty cream cum, I then swallowed everything whilst granddad continued to stifle his screams of excitement. I continued to suck and lick his cock as it gradually decresead in size, his balls gradually dropping to the position from where they came and I enjoyed all the tiny little flicks of his cock as it still spasmed from the orgasm earlier, swallowing each little dribble of cum that oozed from his channel.

He lay there for a while, paused in the swarthe of post ejaculation, swimming in the feeling as he stroked the hair on my head as I rested in his crotch, taking in all the smells of sweat, cum, piss and aftershave, the nectar that would drive me wild for years and years afterwards. His dick would twitch every so often and he would spasm at the same time while exhaling a short breathe.

"Your turn now grandson, only fair I reciprocate the enjoyment I just had, and boy oh boy was it good. Take off your boxers first, there's a good boy, now lay your back on granddad chest."

I did as was told, he lifted up his shirt and vest to reveal another swamp of masculinity that was his hairy stomach and chest. As I turned my to him, he grabbed either side of my hips with his firm but soft hands, lowering my ass down to his crotch and easing my cheeks apart so his dick nestled near my hole. I could feel his ball hairs tickling mine been as I wasn't that hairy at that age, it felt wondeful, along with the flacid dick just pressing against my ring and then i felt a gush of tingled as I was lowered onto the mass of carpet that was his stomach and chest. It itched and tickled at the same time, the hair on his stomach was thick, as was his chest hair. I thought to myself that I too wasn't going to take long to cum, I could feel a weird energy at the base of my dick and sure enough a spurt of cum shot over my head and landed on my granddads face, I felt so embarrassed that i had to apologise.

"Oh my gosh granddad, I'm so sorry".

"Grandson, what are you apologising for? It's beautiful, you're just as excited as I am". He replied, exuding with glee.

I then felt granddads dick becoming hard again.

"You've even got your granddad ready for another go, crikey I never thought I'd see the day. I see you're still hard too grandson". He said softly and excitedly.

"Yes granddad, I can normally cum more than once a day".

"I bet you can you saucy boy". His responses were becoming a little more sultry as his passion grew, along with his dick against my arse hole. "Hope you're ready to show granddad all that cum all over your chest, then granddad can rub it in for you".

With that, he proceeded to grab my dick and started stroking slowly. My body tensed uncontrollably, I was about to throw another rope of cum at grandpas head and sure enough there it went, right past my ear.

"Crikey grandson, I think I may have to contain the next one, you almost got me in the eye haha".

He kept stroking my cock back and forth, letting my silky shiny tight foreskin tease my cock head as I writhed in orgasm, almost ready to shoot my final load and granddad could tell. He grabbed my balls and massaged them a bit, he then went below them and started massaging the bit between my testicles and anus. It felt otherworldly, a sensation I'd not experienced before, heck this was all a new experience, he gently rubbed his fingers up and down the bulge on my gooch, the feeling intensifying with every stroke of my cock and I felt that energy inside me ready to burst. I wriggled and shook my legs, my ass moving up and down, granddads dick becoming wet with precum as I felt it sliding between my cheeks. It all felt so good.

I moved myself up and down, grinding my granddads wet dick with my ass and getting closer to orgasm still. Granddads hand gripped my dick even harder as he wanked me faster, his other hand moving from my gooch across my mouth as he holds it tightly shut, I then let out a massive cry and exhale out my nose as my granddads wrinkly hairy hand holds in the noise. I shake uncontrollably and keep crying in ecstasy, my granddads dick wet and hard against my ass hole. He starts moaning in my ear.

"Oh yeah boy, oh yeah boy, oh, yeah, boy"

He starts pounding my cheeks, his dick thrusting up and down against my hole, his breathing getting faster and faster, he starts saying the words faster and faster with an erratic whipser.

"oh yeah oh yeah oh yeaaaaaaaaaaaaah booooooooooooy".

He shoots another load, a massive hot sticky mess that starts to squelch as he grinds away. He then comes to an abrupt stop, his arms relaxing, hands falling slightly, one to my chest and the other to my balls. I lay there for a bit, the itching and burning on my back from the vigorous moving and course body hair of my granddad, his dick twitching against my hole, cum all over his dick and balls along with it starting to dry and stick us together almost like glue.

"Grandson" he whispers gently in my ear.

"Yes granddad?", I reply with a much gentler whisper.

"That was truly amazing, but you can never tell anyone you hear. Your mother would kill me if she found out". His concern for me being young and naive, possibly wanting to share this with the whole world grew within him.

"I promise not to tell Granddad, so long as we can do this again?".

"You cheeky young man, bribing your old man like that".

He breathes a sigh of relief and wraps his arms around me. My dick grows a bit but then settles down, the hairs on his body continue to prickle my back but I don't care, I could lay in this moment forever, I feel small tickles along my chest and stomach, leading down to my balls as the cum softens and liquifies.

"Time to clean up now I think", Granddad urges as the cum between his dick and my ass starts to drip down between his thighs and balls.

"Just a little longer granddad, this is nice". I reply, pushing for as long as possible to experience the moment longer.

"No come on, we will make a mess on the couch and I dont want to leave any clues!" He expresses with more concern.

"Ok granddad, you wait here".

I get up and gently walk into the kitchen, then through to the bathroom where a large towel hung, I cleanse my body with it so as nit to have any cum drop on the floor. As I walked back through the kitchen, I noticed some cum splodges on the red tiled floor, I stepped over them and into the living room, gently tiptoeing across to my grandfather who was just beaming with delight, with a slight edge of caution as I handed him the towel and looking at his thick grey pubes, his dick and balls, that amazing body fur and once again his gorgeous face and moustache. I wanted to soak in this memory as much as possible to never forget it.

He toweled himself clean, slid his shirt and vest back down, brought his trousers and pants back up, tucked himself in and did everything back up as if nothing ever happened. I crept over to the door that led to the hallway and upstairs, turned once again to look at my granddad who nodded at me, gave me a wink then shut his eyes and went off to sleep. I opened the door gently, softly trod my way up the stairs and into my bedroom, I lay there still in heaven of the occurrence and played with myself a bit longer, but it wasn't long before I too was asleep.

The End. Well of the fantasy at least. The true story wasn't so spectacular.

Just to let you all know that the sex part is how I wished it would have gone.

I did see my granddad on the couch asleep, but it was me that pushed his legs apart, I undid his fly and pulled his dick out. I wanked him off until he came and zipped him back up. I then lay on him, grabbed his hand and put it on my dick, he then wanked me off until I had cum too. I did force my hand up my granddads shirt to feel his hairy chest, he got annoyed me with me asking what I wanted and I replied with wanting to touch his chest hair. After it all finished I ran upstairs and cried my eyes out because I knew then who I was, a dirty young man who wanted to please old men. I also cried with the guilt of what I had just done and it was a sobering moment for me. A few days after we all visited my grandparents before we moved, I was so nervous but excited at the same time and hoped to find granddad alone as I did want more. When we arrived, we all went into the living room where my Grandma was laying on the couch, granddad in his arm chair, everyone went to sit on the other couch and I sat next to my granddad on the arm of his chair. I was shocked at how braisen he was when he out his hand on my thigh and I hit it away, thankfully no one noticed. I felt bad for doing it but we were in front of everyone.

I never got a second chance at being with my granddad, he became very ill afterwards and died a few years later.