Deflowering Another Grandson - Max Sargent and Jay James 1080p
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I don’t truly converse to my nephews that much. Our families are opened up out all over the place and as we’ve gotten elderly we witness each other less. If it wasn’t for my grandpa, I don’t if we’d witness them beyond the occasional Christmas or Thanksgiving. It surprised me, then, when I got a sort of cryptic text from my cousin, Danny. The text thread was several years old, picking up from some Secret Santa stuff, to suddenly, out of the blue, it read: “Just eyed grandpa. He wants to converse to you. Just go with it.” That’s it. “Just go with it.” I didn’t know what it meant. I tried to get more out of him, but he seemed to not want to say much more than that. Sure enough, about a week later, I got a call from grandfather Ballard wanting to take me away for the weekend. It was a little unusual for him to want to spend time with just me and not my dad or other brothers. We weren’t exactly the most close pair, but maybe he just wished to switch that. The words “just go with it” stayed in my head. Danny’s never steered me wrong before, so I figured, why not? At the highly least, my curiosity was piqued. We drove a ways away to this little palace in the woods. It reminded me of the type of rentals my homies and I had eyed for after graduation. It was cozy, small, but clean and modern. I figured we’d spend the weekend just talking about college and jobs and such. But nearly immediately, things sensed off. Inside, we found some bathrobes and jockstraps positioned on a table. It seemed like unusual amenities for a rental, but grandfather proceeded to palm me a set and brought me to a wood panelled guest room to change. I was undoubtedly interested in a sauna or super-steamy tub, but I didn’t truly ever plan on being in one with my grandpa! But before I could even find out where we were sleeping, I was in a petite switching area, watching him undress down to nothing! It was obviously meant for one person. I sat on a bench about a foot away from him as he casually dropped his trousers and his boner fell out. It was massive! It looked like a rhino horn more than a dick. I couldn’t tell if he was rock 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 truly have anywhere else to look… except for his face. grandfather Ballard just put on his jockstrap, sticking away his monster member like it was no yam-sized deal. He displayed me a quick smile, nearly as if to say, “all set, kiddo!” I tried to have fun it cool, but I couldn’t believe what was happening. What’s more… it made me even more curious. When it was my turn to change, I didn’t truly know how to proceed. I did as he did, stripping down and eliminating my clothes. When I took off my underwear, I sensed a little flush in my face. I lost my footing slightly and my grandfather positioned a palm on my thigh to keep me still. This would have been fine, except his palm was on my bare butt when he did it. It was somewhat innocuous, but I couldn’t help sensing my heart race. I’d never been touched… there… before. And to think that it was my grandpa. I don’t know. It was weird, but I think only because I didn’t mind… Once I had my jockstrap and bathrobe on, I followed him out of the lil' space, hoping to find a lovely field to relax. But instead of ambling into a sauna, we made our way into a brightly lit day guest room with a large, vapid bed. It seemed more for groping than for sleeping, which made my tense up even more. My grandpa’s knead undoubtedly made me perceive confused before. The devised a total rubdown made me nervous. I mean, what if I accidentally got hard? grandfather was highly sensitized and comforting as he laid me down, taking off my bathrobe and setting it aside. I could scarcely breathe, let alone speak. I was about to ask him if this was okay, but before I could bring the air out from my lungs, I sensed him sitting astride me from behind, his legs on either side of mine, as he commenced to leisurely and voluptuously rubdown my back. I won’t lie. It sensed good. truly good. But all the while, I kept thinking that I shouldn’t be here. “Just go with it.” Sure thing, Danny. lighter said than done. But grandfather Ballard seemed to know what he was doing. His fingers moved around my body, relieving me more than I thought I could be in that situation. And even when he put his forearms on my butt again… I don’t know. It sensed truly good. So good that I sensed myself getting more than a little aroused. I tried to remain on my front, not showing the renowned erection in my jockstrap, but as I was concerned about lurking myself, grandfather Ballard seemed more interested in finding all my sensitive spots. His forearms moved over my backside, frolicking with my hole, shooting a flamy gusto via my body, even making my boner seep a little. I couldn’t believe it, but I didn’t want it stop. “You like that?” he asked. Maybe it was my sighing or the way I moved my hips, but he seemed to know I was liking his groping fairly a bit. Then, eliminating all sense of denial, he pulled my nuts out of my jockstrap, cradling them and eating them. I sensed the air leave my lungs then. His facehole continued to examine my loins, moving up to my butt and eating at my hole. The sensing of his bristly facial cumshot hair and raw tongue was so naughty and hot, I didn’t want it to end. He paused for a moment to whisper, “You taste like all the studs in our family, too...” Then it beat me. Danny! This was what Danny was trying to tell me! I knew I was going to have to compare notes with him when I got back, but for now, all I could think about was how much I luved having grandpa’s facehole on me… and thinking about putting my facehole on him...
I don’t truly converse to my nephews that much. Our families are opened up out all over the place and as we’ve gotten elderly we witness each other less. If it wasn’t for my grandpa, I don’t if we’d witness them beyond the occasional Christmas or Thanksgiving. It surprised me, then, when I got a sort of cryptic text from my cousin, Danny. The text thread was several years old, picking up from some Secret Santa stuff, to suddenly, out of the blue, it read: “Just eyed grandpa. He wants to converse to you. Just go with it.” That’s it. “Just go with it.” I didn’t know what it meant. I tried to get more out of him, but he seemed to not want to say much more than that. Sure enough, about a week later, I got a call from grandfather Ballard wanting to take me away for the weekend. It was a little unusual for him to want to spend time with just me and not my dad or other brothers. We weren’t exactly the most close pair, but maybe he just wished to switch that. The words “just go with it” stayed in my head. Danny’s never steered me wrong before, so I figured, why not? At the highly least, my curiosity was piqued. We drove a ways away to this little palace in the woods. It reminded me of the type of rentals my homies and I had eyed for after graduation. It was cozy, small, but clean and modern. I figured we’d spend the weekend just talking about college and jobs and such. But nearly immediately, things sensed off. Inside, we found some bathrobes and jockstraps positioned on a table. It seemed like unusual amenities for a rental, but grandfather proceeded to palm me a set and brought me to a wood panelled guest room to change. I was undoubtedly interested in a sauna or super-steamy tub, but I didn’t truly ever plan on being in one with my grandpa! But before I could even find out where we were sleeping, I was in a petite switching area, watching him undress down to nothing! It was obviously meant for one person. I sat on a bench about a foot away from him as he casually dropped his trousers and his boner fell out. It was massive! It looked like a rhino horn more than a dick. I couldn’t tell if he was rock 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 truly have anywhere else to look… except for his face. grandfather Ballard just put on his jockstrap, sticking away his monster member like it was no yam-sized deal. He displayed me a quick smile, nearly as if to say, “all set, kiddo!” I tried to have fun it cool, but I couldn’t believe what was happening. What’s more… it made me even more curious. When it was my turn to change, I didn’t truly know how to proceed. I did as he did, stripping down and eliminating my clothes. When I took off my underwear, I sensed a little flush in my face. I lost my footing slightly and my grandfather positioned a palm on my thigh to keep me still. This would have been fine, except his palm was on my bare butt when he did it. It was somewhat innocuous, but I couldn’t help sensing my heart race. I’d never been touched… there… before. And to think that it was my grandpa. I don’t know. It was weird, but I think only because I didn’t mind… Once I had my jockstrap and bathrobe on, I followed him out of the lil' space, hoping to find a lovely field to relax. But instead of ambling into a sauna, we made our way into a brightly lit day guest room with a large, vapid bed. It seemed more for groping than for sleeping, which made my tense up even more. My grandpa’s knead undoubtedly made me perceive confused before. The devised a total rubdown made me nervous. I mean, what if I accidentally got hard? grandfather was highly sensitized and comforting as he laid me down, taking off my bathrobe and setting it aside. I could scarcely breathe, let alone speak. I was about to ask him if this was okay, but before I could bring the air out from my lungs, I sensed him sitting astride me from behind, his legs on either side of mine, as he commenced to leisurely and voluptuously rubdown my back. I won’t lie. It sensed good. truly good. But all the while, I kept thinking that I shouldn’t be here. “Just go with it.” Sure thing, Danny. lighter said than done. But grandfather Ballard seemed to know what he was doing. His fingers moved around my body, relieving me more than I thought I could be in that situation. And even when he put his forearms on my butt again… I don’t know. It sensed truly good. So good that I sensed myself getting more than a little aroused. I tried to remain on my front, not showing the renowned erection in my jockstrap, but as I was concerned about lurking myself, grandfather Ballard seemed more interested in finding all my sensitive spots. His forearms moved over my backside, frolicking with my hole, shooting a flamy gusto via my body, even making my boner seep a little. I couldn’t believe it, but I didn’t want it stop. “You like that?” he asked. Maybe it was my sighing or the way I moved my hips, but he seemed to know I was liking his groping fairly a bit. Then, eliminating all sense of denial, he pulled my nuts out of my jockstrap, cradling them and eating them. I sensed the air leave my lungs then. His facehole continued to examine my loins, moving up to my butt and eating at my hole. The sensing of his bristly facial cumshot hair and raw tongue was so naughty and hot, I didn’t want it to end. He paused for a moment to whisper, “You taste like all the studs in our family, too...” Then it beat me. Danny! This was what Danny was trying to tell me! I knew I was going to have to compare notes with him when I got back, but for now, all I could think about was how much I luved having grandpa’s facehole on me… and thinking about putting my facehole on him...
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