I’ve been waiting for my eighteenth birthday for a bunch of reasons. Today I’m at my friend Ricky’s house, and seeing his grandfather Charles is one of those reasons.
Ricky’s house always feels like summer, even in the dead of winter. The air is thick with the scent of leather from the well-worn couch and the faint tang of old cigars that seem to seep from the wood-paneled walls. Sunlight cuts through dusty blinds, striping the faded carpet where we used to wrestle as kids.
Grandpa Charles is a big guy. He’s over six feet tall, he’s got massive arms, thick hairy legs, and a thick red neck. I don’t mean to say that he’s a redneck, just that his neck is always pink.
He’s also got this long grey beard that goes down to his belly. It’s at least a foot long. He’s a very handsome man. His eyes bore through you. I would never dare to try to lie to him because I think he would know.
He’s always been nice to me—probably because he loves Ricky. Ricky says he’s grandpa’s favorite. The way he gives Ricky whatever he wants, I kind of believe it.
Grandpa Charles used to wrestle with us all the time. Me and Ricky would both jump him, and he would eventually pin us both. He would always use his beard to tickle our noses. When he had us pinned, he would let it hang in our faces, and he’d move it all around. I used to love it when he was on top of me and had me pinned down.
I love Grandpa Charles’s smell. He wears a wife-beater a lot. And he has a big, round chest with thick red nipples. Those nipples drive me wild. I always try to get close to them. Doing this is what got me addicted to the smell of his pits.
Charles trims his armpit hairs pretty regularly. He’s very hairy under there, but the hairs are usually short. So sexy.
“Hey, GC,” I say. Ricky and I have just arrived at the house.
The entryway is cluttered with mismatched shoes and Ricky’s abandoned backpacks. The living room, a comfortable mess of magazines and remote controls, centers on that big, black leather couch where Grandpa Charles is spread out.
He’s shirtless, and his beard is covering his chest—one nipple is showing through. I don’t know how old Grandpa Charles is, but he is so sexy and exciting.
“Hey, Petey,” he says to me. “How you been, buddy?”
“Not bad,” I reply. “It was just my birthday last week,” I say to him, hoping to steal his attention from whatever dumb reality show he’s watching.
It seems to work—at least for a minute. He sits up a little bit straighter and looks at me.
I look down at his sexy body, and I notice that his belly has gotten a little trimmer. He’s still got a paunch, but it’s much flatter. He’s the only sexy grandpa I know.
“Oh yeah, buddy? Happy birthday! Seventeen?”
“Grandpa Charlie! Eighteen!” I say.
“Oh, what was I thinking?” He smiles and winks at me. “You’re a man now!”
I had become a man—and this brings me to why I’m excited to see Grandpa Charles this particular day.
About three months ago, Ricky and I were here hanging out with him. We got into some wrestling, which we don’t do as often as we used to, and GC got all out of breath.
I made a joke about him getting older, and he pinned me down and got his face right up into mine.
He says something like “I’ll show you who’s getting older, bad boy.”
He had me pinned, and he made sure that I realized it. He then pretended like he was going to let some spit fall from his mouth onto my face.
I struggled with him a bit, but I was getting crazily turned on. His body was in full contact with mine, and his scent was an intoxicating blend of musk and cigar, a fragrance that lingered in the air and wrapped around him like a warm, inviting embrace. I wanted to taste his spit. I couldn’t tell him that, though.
Ricky had gone to the bathroom when all this was happening, and it was just me and Grandpa Charles there on the carpet in his living room.
Then, something extraordinary happened: some of his spit did dribble down, and it landed in my mouth. I was shocked and turned on.
“I told you not to squirm so much,” Grandpa Charles says, laughing.
“Why don’t you just kiss me then?” I say, feeling brave, showing my genuine desire, but pretending to be joking.
“I don’t kiss seventeen-year-olds,” he joked. He leaned his face down to mine and kissed me on the lips. It was quick and light. He probably meant to tease me, but my cock stirred.
I knew that he’d felt it. I apologized.
“Sorry!”
“What’s that?” he says, knowing exactly what he heard. “Did I get you a little riled up?”
“Yeah, a lot,” I whisper. I glanced up over my head to make sure Ricky hadn’t come back from the bathroom.
“Good,” he says. He gives me a wicked smile and lets me up. He wipes the side of my lips with his thumb. I guess some of his saliva was still on my face.
“So, when I turn eighteen?” I say. I didn’t specify what I meant, but I hoped he understood. I thought he understood.
“Yeah, maybe,” he says and slaps my butt.
I turned and went to sit on the couch to wait for Ricky to return. It should have been awkward, but I was too excited and aroused to be embarrassed. He didn’t seem to be phased either.
Ricky comes back from his room and announces to his grandpa and me that he’s going to take a shower and asks if we can have lunch when he gets out.
“Sure, kid,” Grandpa says. “Hot dogs and chili?”
“Sounds great,” Ricky replies. “I’ll be out in half an hour or less. You good, Petey?”
“Yah, man, I’ll hang out with GC.”
“No wrestling,” he says. “I need him in good health for this weekend.” Ricky laughs.
He, Grandpa Charlie, my dad, and I are all participating in a 10K walk for the homeless shelter charity on Saturday.
My dad is a little scared of Charlie. I like it when they get together, which doesn’t happen often. It seems to bring my dad down to my level. Charlie is a very hip grandpa.
Ricky leaves the room, and we both hear the bathroom door slam shut.
“You good with hot dogs, kid?”
“Yes, sir,” I say. “And I’m not a kid anymore.”
“Oh, yes, how could I forget?” He laughs and looks at me. “So, big man, what’s in your future then?”
“I don’t know grandpa,” I say to him. “I haven’t got to that yet.” I look over at him, hoping for an approving glance.
“That’s ok,” he says, “you still got this last year of high school.”
“Yes, grandpa.”
“And hey,” he says, “maybe you should just call me Charlie now that you’re all grown up.”
“Ok, Charlie,” I say. “But you don’t mind that I call you grandpa, right?”
“No, Petey, I don’t. You’re like family, buddy. You know that.”
“Thanks, sir. I mean Charlie.”
“Good man.”
“Come sit here with me,” he says. He pats the spot right next to him on the couch. I jumped at the chance to get next to him.
I sit sideways, facing him. I look down at his body and admire the nipple that’s closest to me. I could reach out and touch it. I want to rub my hands all over his hairy chest and feel the softness.
“What’s on your mind, man?” he asks. He doesn’t usually call me man. Maybe this is a good thing.
“I dunno,” I say. I can’t tear my attention from his chest.
“Petey, look at me,” he says. Fuck, he noticed that I was staring at his chest.
I look up. My gaze is serious; it’s probably showing my horniness.
“Yes, sir?”
“Now that you’re a man, you know, that changes things between us.”
Fuck. “What do you mean?” I say.
“Well, you remember the day last year when you asked me about what would happen when you turned eighteen?”
“Of course. I remember everything about that day. How you lay on top of me, and your spit went in my mouth. That was a great day in my memory, Grandpa Charlie.”
“I’m glad to hear that,” he says. “You can touch me if you want to.”
“I do want to,” I say. I reach out my hand and put it on his big, hairy pec. I rub my hand around his chest, feeling the softness of his chest hair. I feel his stiff nipple against the palm of my hand.
“Wow,” I say. I’m whispering. “Is this ok?”
“Yeah, buddy. Very nice.”
I grab hold of his beard and I stroke it. I go all the way up to his chin. I run my fingers along his jaw, starting up at his hairline and sideburns. I scratch his beard as my hand moves down.
“Oh, buddy, damn that feels nice.” He closes his eyes.
I stroked his beard a few times. I take my other hand and touch the side of his chest. I run my fingers up the side of his tummy and his chest, pushing my fingers up under his arm, feeling his sweaty armpit.
My right hand goes back up to his face again, and I trace his lips with my thumb. Then he surprises me and sucks my thumb into his mouth. He sucks it for a while, like it was a little dick. I let him do what he wants, and my fingers flail around on his cheeks and jaw.
I find his nipple with my other hand and I twist and pinch it lightly. He moans.
“You like that?” I ask.
“Fuck yeah, boy,” he says.
“Can I kiss you, Charlie?”
He opens his eyes and looks at me intensely. I see that his answer is yes, though he does not speak. I lean down and I put my mouth to his. His beard feels a bit strange, but very nice. I remember one time when I had my face against his, smelling his breath, and fighting hard to resist getting a boner. My heart races extremely fast that day, just like it is doing now.
Uncle Charlie’s mouth tastes great. I can tell he had a cigar a while ago, but otherwise, he tastes a little like Coke, and then there’s his steamy, sexy breath under it all. I wanted Uncle Charlie to fuck me so bad. I am not going to tell him this—not yet.
I am not going to let this kiss end either, though. It is maybe one of the most exciting moments of my life—not quite like winning that raffle and getting my car, but it is close.
I am using my tongue a lot, and I taste his teeth and the top of his mouth. I am now fully erect.
He finally pushes against my chest, and our mouths separate.
“Fuck, kid, you are good at that,” he says. He takes one of my hands in his big, rough paw and moves it down to feel his cock, which is just as hard as mine. I take my other hand and pull at my shorts. I pull them down, letting my boner pop out.
“One second of tasting you and this happens,” I say, smiling.
“That’s real pretty, Petey,” he says. He makes a fist with his hand and slides it down over the head of my dick. His hand is rough, and it feels intense—my body jerks.
“Oh, you like that, huh?” he says. “Why don’t you get here on my lap and let me taste that pretty dick of yours?”
He pats his belly. I know what he wants, so I straddle his waist and let my dick rub against his chest. It feels so fucking amazing, my cock rubbing through his chest-hair and beard.
He puts both of his hands on my waist, and he leans down, and I help guide my dick to his mouth. He takes me inside. His mouth is warm and very wet. I think I'll leak some cum that very instant.
“Ooh, boy, you’re wet,” he says, looking up at me with fire in his eyes.
Grandpa starts to suck my dick hard.
I have had my cock sucked twice before. Once by this guy Alex from the gymnastics team, and once by Ricky.
Ricky and I fool around. We sucked each other’s dicks last month. He didn’t like the taste of my cum, so we hadn’t done it since. I loved the taste of his. I swallowed his cum. I want to do it more. Anyway, we still jerk each other off just about every day, and we recently started kissing too. I love kissing Ricky.
“You know I cum fast,” I say to Grandpa Charlie.
“I’m not surprised, buddy. You’re new at this.” He slaps my ass two times.
I hope Ricky isn’t hearing this. God, don’t let him be listening. I didn’t know how he’d feel about it. Would he be jealous? Would he freak out? I knew that he didn’t think of his grandpa sexually—I asked. He knew that I thought GC was sexy, but we didn’t really discuss it.
He keeps sucking me and my mind goes somewhere else. I don’t know if it’s his beard, his lips, or his cock-sucking experience, but it’s way better than Ricky did it. Sorry Ricky!
I start to imagine him pushing me back and pulling his dick out and forcing me to suck him. Then I imagine him burying his face in my ass and licking and sucking on my hole. Then he starts to talk dirty to me and he stuffs his fat grandpa cock up in my hole and he fucks me hard. I scream his name and tell him how great his cock is. He cums inside me.
I have had this fantasy many times in my head. Each time it’s similar. I always suck on his nipples as he pounds away at me. I always lick the sweat from his chest and pits. I wonder if he’d like to know just how many times he has fucked me in my mind.
“Oh, fuck Charlie, I’m gonna cum…I’m gonna cum!” I try to keep my voice down. I know it’s only been like ten minutes, but I’m still worried about Ricky coming out. He’s only thirty feet from us right now.
“Give it to me, Petey…fill my mouth with your load.” Charlie pulls my body hard against him, swallowing my cock to my pubic bush. I start to fuck his face. I put my hands around the back of his head and dig my fingers into his hair.
“Oh, god, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I whimper. I am cumming down Charlie’s throat now. The sensation is unlike anything I’ve had before. I think I’m going to collapse before I finish. I do know that Charlie has a good hold on me—my ass.
Finally, I feel like it’s over and I stop pumping. I pull away from Charlie, and he lets my cock fall from his mouth. Some of my cum dribbles out of his mouth and onto his beard.
I fall back onto the floor, kneeling between his legs. His cock is big and hard, and it’s dripping lots of cum. I look up and see his nipples, and I have to suck on one. I go for it. He puts his arms up behind his head, and his chest stretches out a little. The smell from his pits hits me suddenly, too, and I want to shoot a load all over again. I move up to the pit and start sucking on it…ravishing the nicely-trimmed hairs with my tongue. I reach out with a hand to find his other nipple and start tugging on it.
“Oh, fuck, Petey, you are crazy hot, boy.”
I pull away and look at him. I go up for another kiss. He attacks my mouth with his.
“You wanna come up and sit on your grandpa’s cock?” he asks, softly.
I scamper up onto his lap, going back in for another kiss. I press my crotch against his chest.
“Put it in me,” I say, maybe a little too demandingly.
He puts one hand on his dick and the other on my shoulder, and he slowly pushes me down.
I feel his rock-hard dick pressing against my hole. It doesn’t seem to want to let him inside. I press down against him, but still nothing.
Finally, he does a violent jerking motion upwards towards me, and then all hell breaks loose. I think a fire from hell has come up and gone inside me. The pain is excruciating. I hear him yelp.
“Oh fucking fuck!” he says.
It hurts so bad, but I look at him and see the joy in his eyes. I feel the water coming to my eyes.
“You ok, big man?” he asks.
“It hurts,” I say.
“Yeah, it does the first time. You’re taking it like a champ. You’re a good boy.”
“Thanks, Grandpa Charlie.”
“You’ll get used to it, I promise.”
I put my arms around Charlie's shoulders, and he leans in and kisses me deeply and passionately.
Outside, a lawnmower drones somewhere in the neighborhood, but inside it’s just the two of us and the faint, reassuring tick of the old grandfather clock in the hallway.
“I love you, Petey,” he says. This makes me forget the pain for a moment. “Love you so much, buddy.” He goes back to kissing me—and fucking me, hard.
He wraps his arms around me and uses them to push me down on his cock with an intense force. I feel him plunge into me again and again. The pain is still fierce, but I’m starting to come back to the moment and appreciate the fact that it is him inside me. Grandpa Charlie is fucking me. Finally! It’s what I’ve wanted for so long. My fantasies never featured this pain, but how could I have known?
“I’ve wanted you to fuck me for so long,” I say. “I’ve imagined this so many times.”
“I’ve imagined it myself, buddy…but this is so much better than that!”
“I love you, too, Charlie. So hard.”
“This is the sweetest, tightest pussy in the world, Petey.”
“It’s all yours.” I kiss the top of his head and stroke both of his nipples. “I never want this to end.”
He starts to cum up inside me. His body thrashes and shakes. I suck on his neck when he throws his head back against the wall. I suck and suck on him.
When we finally slow and stop, I stay on him. He stays inside me. I am not going to be the one to end it.
“Thank god for eighteen,” he says, pushing me back and up off him. He smiles and tells me he loves me again. I stand, my cock still hard and at attention. I look around for my pants and shirt, and I grab them.
He stands and puts his shorts back on.
“Gimme a minute to rest,” he says and laughs. “Then I’ll go make you boys some lunch.”
“Ok, Charlie,” I say. I flop back down onto the couch next to him and I lay myself against his chest and wrap an arm around his belly. I kiss his nipple and I sniff his armpit.
“You smell fucking awesome,” I say. He kisses the top of my head.
“You don’t want Ricky to find us like this, do you?”
“I wouldn’t, not like when your cock was up my ass, but I think this is cool. Ricky knows how I feel about you anyway. He won’t mind.”
“Good man,” Charlie says.
I stay on Charlie’s chest and keep my arm around his belly. We lay together in silence. He stares at his TV show. I stare at his hairy body. My boner will stay as long as my face rubs against his hairy chest—as long as I lie here and stare at his thick red nipple. My heart races, and I imagine kissing it.
I hear his heartbeat, and my head rises and falls with his broad chest.
I am in heaven, and the smell up here is so fucking incredible. It’s so…Charlie.
