Fuck, man, life’s been a wild fuckin’ ride since Grandma passed. I’m Andy, 18, fresh outta high school, just chillin’ till college starts. My Grandpa, 65, used to be a hardcore military officer—think jacked, muscular, the kinda dude who could bench press a truck. But Alzheimer’s has fucked his brain six ways to Sunday. He barely remembers who’s who, and with Grandma gone, it’s just me holdin’ shit together at home. Mom’s around sometimes, workin’ her ass off, leavin’ me to deal with Grandpa’s crazy episodes. It’s a lot for a skinny kid like me, but I’m managin’. Barely.
Here’s where it gets fucked up: I’m a spittin’ image of Grandma—skinny, same sharp cheekbones, same hazel eyes, just the dude version. Grandpa’s memory’s so shot, he thinks I’m her, callin’ me Jennet, his wife. He’ll get all lovey-dovey, tryin’ to plant a wet one on my lips, whisperin’ “baby” like we’re in some old-ass romance flick. Then, 30 minutes later, it’s like someone hit reset—blank stare, no clue what just happened. At first, I laughed it off, awkward as fuck but manageable. He’s sick, right? Gotta cut him some slack.
But then shit took a hard left into crazy town. One late summer afternoon, I’m in my room, door unlocked like a fuckin’ idiot, jerkin’ it to some filthy porn on my desktop. I’m deep in the zone, strokin’ my rock-hard 7-inch cock, headphones blarin’, when Grandpa barges in. “Pleasurin’ yourself alone, baby?” he growls, eyes all hazy, thinkin’ I’m Jennet. I freeze, dick in hand, heart poundin’ like a jackhammer. I’m too shocked to say shit, just starin’ at him like a deer in headlights. Before I can move, he’s on me, grabbin’ my head and jammin’ his tongue down my throat, all sloppy and desperate. I try to push him off, but this old bastard’s built like a tank—military strong. He pins me against the wall, snarlin’, “Not today, baby. You’ve been holdin’ out on me too fuckin’ long. Time to take what’s mine.”
I’m skinny as a rail, no match for his strength. My mind’s racin’, half panickin’, half fucked up ‘cause my dick’s still hard as a brick from jerkin’ off. Grandpa looks down at my cock, smirkin’ like he just found gold. “Goddamn, Jennet, I don’t remember you havin’ a cock this big,” he says, all confused but horny as fuck. Next thing I know, he drops to his knees and swallows my entire fuckin’ dick in one go. Holy shit, this ain’t no rookie blowjob. He’s goin’ to town, head bobbin’ like a goddamn porn star, slobberin’ all over my shaft, tongue flickin’ my tip like he’s been suckin’ cock his whole life. I’m talkin’ better than my girlfriend, Sarah, ever fuckin’ dreamed of. Hell, better than any chick I’ve ever been with.
I’m tryna wrap my head around this—my Grandpa’s suckin’ me off, thinkin’ I’m his wife—but my body’s got other plans. His mouth’s so warm, so fuckin’ tight, I can’t think straight. He’s deep-throatin’ me, gaggin’ a little but not stoppin’, his big hands grippin’ my hips. In between, he pulls off to kiss me, all sloppy with spit and precum, then dives back in, suckin’ harder. My legs start shakin’, balls tightenin’, and I can’t hold it. “Fuck!” I groan, and blow my load right down his throat. A whole week’s worth of thick, pent-up cum, and he’s gulpin’ it like a fuckin’ vacuum cleaner, not spillin’ a single drop. My knees buckle, and I’m just standin’ there, pantin’, as he milks me dry, his lips locked around my cock till I’m spent.
Then, like someone flipped a switch, he snaps out of it. He stands up, lookin’ all panicked and lost, like he just woke up in the middle of a warzone. I know that look—his memory’s gone again. I calm him down, voice shakin’, and lead him to his bed, tuckin’ him in like nothin’ happened. I bolt back to my room, slam the door, and shut off the porn still blarin’ on my desktop. My head’s spinnin’ like a fuckin’ tornado. What the fuck just happened? My Grandpa just blew me, and I let it happen. Worse, I fuckin’ loved it. That blowjob was unreal, and I’m hatin’ myself for thinkin’ it.
Dinner that night’s a goddamn nightmare. Mom’s home, chattin’ about her day, but I can’t look at Grandpa. He’s sittin’ there, eatin’ his mashed potatoes, oblivious as fuck. I’m sweatin’ bullets, fork shakin’ in my hand, tryna act normal. Mom asks if I’m okay, and I mumble some bullshit about bein’ tired from stayin’ up late. I don’t sleep a wink that night, replayin’ the whole thing in my head—his mouth, my cum, the way I didn’t stop him. I’m disgusted, but my dick twitches every time I think about it, and that fucks me up even more.
The next few days are pure hell. I’m dodgin’ Grandpa like he’s got the plague, but it’s fuckin’ awkward livin’ in the same house. I’m jumpy as shit, flinch every time he walks by. Sarah picks up on my vibe and gets pissed. She thinks I’m ghostin’ her, not into her anymore. I try to explain, but how the fuck do you say, “My Grandpa sucked my dick, and I’m losin’ my goddamn mind”? She dumps me over text, callin’ me a distant asshole. I’m fuckin’ livid—no pussy, no release, and I’m blamin’ Grandpa for all of it. He fucked up my relationship, my head, my whole damn life.
A week later, I’m horny as fuck, pent-up and ragin’. No Sarah, no jerk-off sessions hittin’ right. I’m pacin’ my room, cock throbbin’, when this sick, twisted idea hits me. Grandpa’s memory’s shot, right? What if I lean into it? I’m so pissed, so fuckin’ desperate, I convince myself it’s revenge for the breakup, for what he did to me. But deep down, I know the truth: I’m hooked on that blowjob. It was the best head I’ve ever had, and I want more. I’m ashamed, but my dick’s callin’ the shots.
I sneak into his room, heart poundin’ like a drum. He’s sittin’ on his bed, lookin’ lost, askin’ who I am. I lie through my fuckin’ teeth, tellin’ him I’m Jennet, his wife. He buys it, face softenin’, and I crawl into bed with him. He wraps his big, strong arms around me, callin’ me “baby” and whisperin’ he loves me. My cock’s already throbbin’ in my sweats. I grab his hand and slide it onto my bulge. He freezes, starin’ at my dick like it’s a fuckin’ puzzle. “How’d we used to fuck?” he asks, all unsure. I lie again, sayin’ he always sucked me off. He shrugs, mutterin’, “Guess that tracks,” and goes for it.
Fuck, it’s even better this time. His mouth’s like a goddamn pussy, wet and tight, suckin’ me like he’s starvin’ for my cum. I’m moanin’, losin’ myself, grabbin’ his head to fuck his face. He’s slobberin’, gaggin’, but takin’ it like a champ. Right as I’m about to bust, I shove my cock deep, but he gags hard and pulls off, coughin’. My body’s shakin’, and I blow my load all over his face and chest. Thick, white ropes of cum splatter his white beard, drippin’ down his chiseled pecs, glistenin’ in the dim light. He’s grinnin’ like a fuckin’ kid who just got ice cream, happy as shit, cum drippin’ off his chin.
I’m starin’ at him, guilt hittin’ me like a freight train. What the fuck am I doin’ to my Grandpa? But before I can spiral, he grabs my head and kisses me, my cum still smeared on his lips and beard. I taste myself—salty, thick, kinda sweet. No wonder he’s so fuckin’ happy. His dick’s rock-hard, strainin’ against his pants, but I can’t go there. I’m about to bail when he mumbles, “We gotta eat, baby.” I panic, tellin’ him to clean up, but he’s already shufflin’ toward the dining room, cum still all over his face and shirt. I’m like, “Fuck, no!” but he’s too far gone, memory fadin’ again.
Dinner’s a fuckin’ circus. Mom’s home, my Aunt Karen and Uncle Mark are over, and Grandpa’s sittin’ there with my cum dried on his beard and chest, lookin’ like he just lost a fight with a glue gun. Everyone’s starin’, tryin’ not to laugh. Aunt Karen snorts, Dad, what’d you do, jerk off and miss?” Uncle Mike’s losin’ it, slappin’ the table, and my Dad’s tryin’ to keep a straight face, sayin’, “Dad, go wash up.” They all think he wanked and cummed on himself, fuckin’ clueless. I’m sittin’ there, face red as a tomato, knowin’ I’m the one who painted his face. Grandpa just blinks, confused, and keeps eatin’ his peas. I wanna crawl under the table and die.
After dinner, I’m a mess, avoidin’ everyone, especially Grandpa. But a few days later, I’m horned up again, and now I’m wonderin’ if I can push it further. Can I fuck him? I’m scared shitless, but my dick’s doin’ the thinkin’. I sneak into his room, lie about bein’ Jennet, and we’re in bed again. This time, he grabs my cock first, no promptin’, and starts suckin’ me off, his tongue swirlin’ around my tip like a fuckin’ pro. I’m in heaven, but I’m plottin’. While he’s blowin’ me, I muster up the balls to say, “Take off your pants and get on all fours.” He doesn’t even blink—just does it, presentin’ his tight, muscular ass, still firm from his military days.
I grab some lube from his nightstand—fuck knows why he’s got it—and slide a finger in his hole. He moans like a goddamn porn star, pushin’ back against my hand. His ass is so tight, I know I gotta loosen him up. I dive in, rimmin’ him, my tongue dartin’ in and out of his musky, hairy hole. He’s groanin’ louder, practically beggin’ for it. When he’s ready, I line up my cock and shove it in, all 7 inches in one hard thrust. He screams, loud enough to wake the whole fuckin’ neighborhood, so I grab my dirty briefs off the floor and stuff ‘em in his mouth. His eyes roll back, muffled moans escapin’ as I start poundin’ his ass, doggy-style, his tight hole grippin’ my cock like a vice.
We switch to him ridin’ me, cowgirl-style, his big frame bouncin’ on my dick, his hairy chest glistenin’ with sweat. I’m fuckin’ him hard, chokin’ back moans so Mom doesn’t hear from downstairs. My body shakes, and I unload deep in his ass, fillin’ his guts with my hot cum. The pressure’s so intense, he cums hands-free, shootin’ thick ropes all over my chest and face. Some lands in my mouth, and fuck, it’s good—thick, slimy, salty as hell. He leans down, licks his cum off my face, and shoves his tongue in my mouth, swappin’ his load between us. We’re kissin’, cum in our mouths, and it’s the hottest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever done.
Then, mid-kiss, he mumbles, “Andy, that’s hot.” My heart fuckin’ stops. Did he just say my name? I’m freakin’ out, but I tell him to shower before he forgets everything, helpin’ him to the bathroom like nothin’ happened. Next day, Mom’s home, and Grandpa calls me into his room—by my name, Andy. He’s buck-naked, swingin’ his veiny 7-inch cock, hard as fuck, sittin’ on his bed like a goddamn king. “I remember you used to suck me,” he says, grabbin’ me and shovin’ his dick in my mouth. I’m gaggin’, Mom’s downstairs cookin’, but I don’t stop. I want his cum again. I suck him like a pro, tongue workin’ his shaft, and when he blows, I swallow every drop, lovin’ the slimy, salty taste.
But he called me Andy. I pull back, wipin’ my mouth, and ask, “You know who I am?” He grins, all smug and cocky. “Yeah, my grandson Andy. You gave me the best fuckin’ sex of my life, so I don’t give a shit.” My guilt melts away like ice in a microwave. He’s into it, knowin’ it’s me. He rips off my pants, sucks me off, movin’ his head like a goddamn machine. Then he stops, smirkin’. “Ain’t you gonna fuck your Grandpa today?” he says, gettin’ on all fours, showin’ off his musky, tight hole.
I rim him till he’s moanin’ like a bitch in heat, then pound his ass, chokin’ him lightly as we kiss, our tongues battlin’. I cum deep inside him, floodin’ his guts again. He flips me over, suckin’ my cum outta his own hole before kissin’ me, sayin’, “Wanted to taste my grandson’s cum.” Then he points to a camera in the corner, hidden behind some old military medals. “If I ever need remindin’, show me our sex tape. I wanna fuck you as my grandson, not Jennet.”
Now, whenever I’m horny, I play the video—us fuckin’, moanin’, cummin’ like animals. He watches, eyes lightin’ up, and gives me that lusty fuckin’ smile. We’re in deep, livin’ this twisted, filthy secret, and I ain’t lookin’ back. I’m still tryna figure out how to balance this shit with college comin’ up, but for now, it’s just me and Grandpa, fuckin’ like there’s no tomorrow.
