All Grown Up

Stoking the Flames

Neil changed into a pair of grey cotton pants and a white tank top. I think he did the tank on purpose, to show off his muscles and make me drool. Mind you the bare feet and the grey pants were doing the trick too. I tried very hard to concentrate on his eyes as we sat at the small table in my tiny kitchen, dinner now finished and a second glass of wine now poured.

I watched the way he moved again, taking everything in. Not just the size of his biceps or the curves of the muscles around his traps and pecs, but the way his thick fingers worked around the stem of the wine glass, how his cuticles formed on the end of his fingers and how short his fingernails were. I noticed the way he leaned on his elbow and stared into my eyes. How his eyes glowed lighter brown under the light. How his freckles seemed darker the closer I leaned into him.

This man was perfect in every sense. Head to toe. And his cock was a sweet package by itself. So when he told me his oldest daughter Shawna had called him last night to tell him she was pregnant I couldn’t believe it.

“She’s not due for another 6 months. So looks like come the new year I’ll be a grandpa!” He was beaming.

I was having a different reaction. I was only 25 and here I was, falling for a soon to be grandfather. Mind you, a rather hot, muscled grandfather, but a grandfather nonetheless. I had had a problem with my professor being almost twenty years older than me when we hooked up during my first year of university. Then I had enough worry about Joe being older than me. The idea of this man being a grandfather suddenly was making me worry even worse.

Neil noticed my hesitation. He slid his wine glass in front of him, looking at me quietly. I caught his eyes, the light making them look even more golden and he pursed his lips together.

“Not into grandpas, are you?” His voice was quiet, and there was a hint of fear in his face. “I knew I was too old for you. I’ve been avoiding the topic so I wondered what you’d think of this news.”

I gave him a sad smile and reached out to touch his knee under the table. “Oh no, that’s not it. Trust me, I like older guys….”

“But…?” He raised his glass to his lips and took a sip, staring at me.

I watched his throat move as he swallowed, the sudden look on his face as he waited for me. I cleared my throat, watching his fingers dance around the stem of the wine glass. His knee started to bounce out of nervousness, my hand still resting on it bounced along with it as I took in his handsome face.

I shrugged helplessly. “There is no but honestly. I’m just not sure about what is happening, that’s all. Between us.” I held his gaze, seeing the worry in his eyes. “I fall too easily I think, and you’re…” I felt his leg stop shaking. “Well, you’re just fucking perfect.”

He looked down at his own fingers twirling the wine glass and I heard him clear his throat. “I think you’re fucking perfect too.” He said quietly.

I reached up from under the table and put my hand on his that was wrapped around the stem of the glass, making him freeze and look back up at me.

“I know it’s only been a week Brian, but I’ve never felt this….this ALIVE.” He turned his hand over and held his palm out to me, folding his fingers around my hand as I slipped it into his grip. “I feel like ME now. Like I’m living the life I always should have, with someone who makes me so fucking hard and horny!” He gave me a small laugh, squeezing my hand tighter as he shifted closer in his seat to me across the table. “I’m hard again for Christ’s sake. I don’t think I’ve cum this much in a day since I was 18 when I jerked off four times in my bed!”

I couldn’t help but laugh with him, feeling my own body responding to his touch, his words, and the look he was giving me. I wondered what he looked like at 18. I remembered what he looked like at 35, and that was hot enough. But now, he looked even better than I could possibly imagine. “Then can we just…maybe take our time with this? And not think too much and just enjoy what’s happening?”

Neil bit his bottom lip for a moment, holding my gaze, those light brown eyes burning a hole in my brain. And then he was up suddenly, my hand still in his, pulling me up with him, bringing me into his body. His other hand went to the back of my head and he bent down, bringing me to his lips, kissing me hard. He was right, he was hard again, his cock fully erect in his sweat pants and tenting them, pressing against me as he breathlessly made out with me.

He backed up me to the counter, pulling at my shirt as he took his own off. I gasped, my hands moving to his chest, that incredible shelf of muscle, pecs flexing as he worked quickly to strip me and him of our clothes. I felt his flesh on me, his cock free once again poking at me as he lifted me up, setting my ass down on the counter behind me.

“Then don’t think.” He mumbled in between my lips as his fingers moved under me, prodding my ass. He backed up, spitting down onto the palm of his hand and lubed up his cock before he pushed my legs open with his and aimed his dick into my hole. “Don’t think anymore. Just…..”

I grabbed the counter, lifting my ass up to meet the angle, feeling myself already giving in to his needs as he stopped talking and kissed me. I felt his tongue in my mouth as his cock plunged inside me again, and I moaned out loudly, reaching up to dig my fingers into the middle of his lower back as he speared me on the counter. He grabbed my ass, pulling me into him, lifting me off the counter as I flung my arm around him.

“Oh my god Neil.” I moaned into his neck as he began. There was a new need, something almost animalistic to his movements, taking me right there in my kitchen as if he was matching the scene from his place the other morning. I bit his shoulder, stopping myself from screaming out in sheer pleasure as I felt his movements dig deep in me. He shifted, lowering himself and moving his arms under my legs so he better access, hoisting me up and really powerfucking me now, my body slapping against his as he looked at me.

“I just love fucking you Brian.” He groaned out, staring at me hard as he easily bounced me on his shaft. I couldn’t speak, just held on to his massive body, both of us naked in my kitchen as the dirty dishes sat untouched on the table behind him. “You think all grandpas fuck like this?” He said rather fiercely. All it did was turn me on more.

“Don’t stop!” I finally grunted out, clawing at his back and practically groaning like a porn star. Here was this beast of a man, a 53 year old widowed firefighter, standing in my kitchen fucking me like a teenager in his arms, staring at me. I held on to him as he drilled me fast, showing me what a stud he was, and that I had nothing to worry about when it came to age. I lost it, stopped thinking completely and just gave in to him. I grabbed my own cock and stared into his eyes. With a sexy grin as my body bounced off him, I held on to his neck and jerked my cock, holding his stare. “Fuck me grandpa. Show me what you’re made of.”

He grinned back. “Oh I’ll show you boy.” He leaned in and kissed me, breathing heavily into my mouth as he pulled me into his body relentlessly. I took it, angling my body into his for maximum effect and felt my cum rising. I nodded to him, telling him I was close, which made him double his efforts.

I came first, shooting my thick white rope of jizz straight up and onto his bare chest as he began to grunt. He matched my explosion with his own, flooding my ass with another round of his babies, making sure they were well planted deep in me with each hard thrust forward.

I could hardly move my legs when he slid out of me and backed away, holding me steady to make sure I didn’t fall off the counter before I gingerly stepped down. Like a new born deer I tentatively moved, testing my ability to stand on my own before he came at me again, crushing his nose into mine for a mouth-watering, breath-taking kiss. Then he bent down and scooped me up in his arms, and carried me off to my bedroom.

“Grandpa’s not done with you yet.” He carefully stepped over my pants and walked, half naked to my room and laid down in the bed with me. “Let’s not talk about anything anymore. Let’s just have some fun and see what happens, okay?” He rolled over me, turning me onto my back as his body lay on mine. I nodded, moving my hand over his skull to play with his hair as he snuggled into me, pulling at my shirt to get me naked as he leaned up to do the same.

“You going to try to beat your four time record at 18?”

He growled at me and pressed his already hardening cock against my leg. “We’ll see.”

I closed my eyes at the feeling of him on me, and tried very hard to put any feelings aside, to just enjoy the moment. But I knew deep down that that was something I had always had a hard time doing.