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It was Wednesday afternoon and I headed for Millie’s Porch, the nearbycaf’ where a bunch of us old, retired geezers liked to hang out. I’d grownup with Fred, Marvin, Phil, and Aaron. Now that we were old, retired,and not much use to anyone, we liked to take the corner booth atMillie’s and talk. Every day by the time we finally break up, we have theworld’s problems solved, and know whom each of the grandkids oughtto marry.Today Fred was going on about how his grandson, Henry, hadgotten laid off in Kansas City and was going to be coming home to helphis dad with the farm.’He doesn’t want to live with his folks, though,’ he sighed.’Don’t blame him,’ Phil remarked. ‘That son of yours would be hardto live with.”Yeah, I guess you’re right,’ Fred sighed. ‘My boy does have atemper. I can’t quite figure out why Henry doesn’t stay in the city andfind another job. He’s only been there a year since leaving school.”Maybe he doesn’t like the city,’ Aaron said.’I suppose. Anyway, do any of you know of a place he could rent’?Everyone was silent until I piped up. ‘With the missus gone, I’ve gotplenty of spare room. I could let him a room if he didn’t mind.”Why, that’d be great,’ Fred said. ‘Henry’s not like his father. He’sa kind, gentle boy. I know he’d make a good tenant.”Just tell him to call me,’ I said.The truth be known, I was a bit lonely living alone now. Martha passedaway over a year ago, and I wasn’t used to being alone so much. Andbesides, I’d seen Fred’s wanger a time or two, and if his grandson wasanything like his grandad, I figured I could sneak a good peek or twoat a hefty piece of meat from time to time. Call me cheap or shallow ifyou will, but by the time you live as many years as I do, you realize thatmost of what passes for high-minded thinking is just crap. You can bein the most lovely church, listening to the holiest sermon, delivered bythe most saintly priest, but what all the men are thinking about,including the priest is what pussy or dick they’d like to get their handson next.So anyway, that’s how young Henry came to stay with me. I let himhave the bedroom at the end of the hall so that he’d have to pass by mybedroom to get to the bathroom.Like Fred said, he was a kind and gentle kid, a bit shy maybe, but verynice. He wasn’t too bashful though. The first night he was there I sawhim traipse down the hall in just his jockeys as he made his way to thebathroom. Fred certainly had passed his genes down ’cause that basketof his was nice and full. Immediately I began to scheme how I could getmy hands on it.I learned quite late in life that chewing down on a man’s cock or lickingbutt was a wonderful way to pass time. Our kids were already grownand gone when a lonely, horny trucker showed me a whole new angleon life. Martha and I were on a trip to Arizona when we stopped lateat night at a lonely truck stop outside Boulder, Colorado.When I went into the rest room, it was empty. But as soon as Iwhipped out my pisser this trucker came in and took the urinal right nextto me. There were plenty of other spots and I thought it strange that hewould stand right next to me. Weirder still, he just pulled out his pisserand let it hang.Then I caught him looking at me, especially when I finished and wasshaking it dry. I looked over and he was gently squeezing the base of hiscockhead. He caught my eye.It all seemed very strange to me and yet all of a sudden my heart waspounding like it hadn’t in years. I found it hard that a hunky, young truckerwould come on to an old man like me. What could I do? Before Icould decide my dick shot straight up.As soon as the trucker saw I was interested, he was on his knees suckingon it. Martha had never even kissed me down there, so man was it evera treat for me. That trucker pulled down my trousers and felt all overmy ass and pulled on my ass while he sucked my raging hardon.I kept thinking that Martha must be waiting for me, but I couldn’t pullmy dick out of that trucker’s face until I finally unloaded a hefty waddown his throat. He drank every drop and then he stood up, his hardcock waving in front of him.I touched it and felt it. I was ready to give it a try myself, when we heardthe door open. The trucker quickly tucked his boner into his jeans andhid in a stall. I left the rest room as quickly as I could.Martha never suspected anything. She hadn’t even noticed I had beengone longer than usual. It wasn’t longer than ten minutes, but itcertainly changed my life.So now I had this youngster living with me. How could I but wonderif he might not be open to having some fun. I just hoped that hewouldn’t be put off by an old man like me.The next morning I woke up before young Henry. I headed to the bathroombuck naked. When I lived with Martha, being naked was not anoption, but soon after she passed away, I took to sleeping naked and walkingabout without a stitch of clothing on. I loved the free feeling it gave me.I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and then walked naked to thekitchen. When I passed young Henry’s bedroom the door was open afew inches. I peeked in and saw him sleeping. He was on his stomach.His shoulders were exposed and I was delighted to see that he wasn’twearing any pajamas. I opened the door a bit more and saw his clothesneatly folded on a chair. His jockeys were in plain view, so I figured thatyoung Henry must be sleeping naked. Knowing that gave my balls a goodfeeling and I went into the kitchen to make coffee and read the morningpaper.I sat so I could look down the hall in case young Henry woke up. Abouthalf an hour later, I heard him stirring. I waited patiently and was sodelighted when I saw him step out into the hallway. He was naked as ajay bird. He yawned and stretched, and then he turned and headed downthe hall to the bathroom.For a brief moment I got to see a nice, hefty, soft tube hanging overa pair of sizeable nuts. And the view of his butt made my cock swell withexcitement.I wondered what old Fred would think if he knew he had entrustedhis grandson to a lecherous old man like me.Young Henry entered the bathroom and closed the door. I heard theshower running and went back to reading the paper. Later when I heardthe shower stop I moved my chair so that when young Henry came outof the bathroom he would see my naked body.When I heard the bathroom door open, I waited a moment or two beforeI turned to greet young Henry. By the time I turned he was two thirdsof the way down the hallway.’Morning, Henry,’ I called out. ‘Care for some coffee’? I asked.He was a bit startled at being caught naked in the hallway and evenmore surprised that I was in the buff as well.’Uh, sure,’ he said. He hesitated in front of his bedroom. It was clearhe was deciding whether to step in to put something on. But he only pauseda brief moment before coming to the kitchen. I relished the sight of hisnaked body coming toward me, especially the view of his tube swingingfrom side to side as he approached.I tried not to stare too much, but what could I do?I got up to pour young Henry a cup of coffee. We stood in the kitchendrinking coffee and talking about nothing in particular. My cockstarted to swell and I tried to get it to go down, but it kept getting harderand harder. I was afraid Henry would get scared and leave. But he seemedquite relaxed about it all. In fact it was obvious that his cock wasstarting to swell, too.As his dick stiffened, mine started to throb. Soon we were standingthere looking at each other’s stiff boner. We both laughed and then I steppedup to him and took hold of his balls. He didn’t resist. I slipped my fingersaround his shaft and then traced the smooth sides of his shaft up to histhick, big head.It was already sticky on top and before he could object, I was on myknees. I only wished I could have done this before he showered so I couldhave enjoyed its full, natural aroma.Young Henry gasped when I licked his sticky pisshole. He grasped holdof the kitchen counter with his hands to steady himself as I guided hisjuicy dick into my mouth.The taste of Fred’s grandson’s pecker was so good. It was every bitas juicy as I imagined. It would be hard looking at Fred and keeping astraight face now that I had sucked his grandson’s cock.I pumped away on my dick while I sucked on young Henry’s pole. Aftera few minutes I pulled off his dick to taste his nuts and then his ass. Heloved it when I turned him around so I could spread those butt cheeksof his and work my tongue into his hole. His whole body shook whenI slid my tongue into his tight, little asshole.When I turned him around to finish him off, his cock was drippinglike a honey stick. Strands of thick, gooey precum hung from the tip ofhis cockhead. I gobbled them all off before swallowing every inch of hishardon.His dick was getting harder and harder in my mouth. The expectationof getting a mouthful of young cream drove me wild and I shot aload all over the tile floor.I was rewarded with a thick, rich load of ooze moments later. It wasall over much too soon.After drinking it all down, I had to pull off to catch my breath. I stumbledonto a chair to relax. Young Henry saw the puddle of cum I hadleft on the floor. He went down on all fours and lapped it up like a puppydog.When he stood up I spanked him on the butt.’Where’d you learn to do that’? I asked him.’Uncle Joe always made me do that when he’d cream on the floor,’he told me.’Oh,’ I said.I was about to ask him about his Uncle Joe but he saw the clock andsaid, ‘Geez, it’s eight-thirty. I better get going or Dad’s going to be mad.’He dashed off to his room, quickly dressed, and ran out.’See you later, gramps!’ he yelled as he hopped into his pickup andsped off to his dad’s farm.