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Scene Description:
"Just go with it." I didn't know what it meant. I tried to get more out of my cousin when texted me, but he seemed to not want to say much more than that. About a week later, I got a call from Grandpa Ballard wanting to take me away for the weekend. The words "just go with it" stayed in my head. Danny's never steered me wrong before, so I figured, why not?
We drove a ways away to this little house in the woods. Inside, we found some bathrobes and jockstraps placed on a table. It seemed like strange amenities for a rental, but grandpa proceeded to hand me a set and brought me to a wood paneled room to change. Then, without warning, I watched him strip down to nothing! I sat on a bench about a foot away from him as he casually dropped his pants and his cock fell out.
It was massive! It looked like a rhino horn more than a dick. I couldn't tell if he was hard or not, but it seemed to stick out much more than I would have guessed! I tried not to stare, but where I was seated, I didn't really have anywhere else to look.
Once I had my jockstrap and robe on, I followed him out of the tiny space, hoping to find a nice area to relax. But instead of walking into a sauna, we made our way into a brightly lit day room with a large, flat bed. It seemed more for massaging than for sleeping, which made my tense up even more. My grandpa's touch definitely made me feel confused before. The thought of a full massage made me nervous. I mean, what if I accidentally got hard?
I won't lie. It felt good. Really good. Grandpa Ballard seemed to know what he was doing. His fingers moved around my body, relaxing me more than I thought I could be in that situation. And even when he put his hands on my butt again... I don't know. It felt really good. So good that I felt myself getting more than a little aroused.
"You like that?" he asked. Maybe it was my breathing or the way I moved my hips, but he seemed to know I was enjoying his massaging quite a bit. Then, removing all sense of denial, he pulled my nuts out of my jockstrap, cradling them and licking them.
His mouth continued to explore my loins, moving up to my ass and licking at my hole. The feeling of his bristly beard and wet tongue was so wild and hot, I didn't want it to end. He paused for a moment to whisper, "You taste like all the boys in our family, too..."
I won't lie. It felt good. Really good. Grandpa Ballard seemed to know what he was doing. His fingers moved around my body, relaxing me more than I thought I could be in that situation. And even when he put his hands on my butt again⦠I don't know. It felt really good. So good that I felt myself getting more than a little aroused.
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