Fantasy

He called himself Grandpa. He wasn't any kin to me. It was just his name. I asked him his age once. "Oh, I'm old enough to do what in Hell I want to do," was all the answer I got out of him. But he looked in his eighties. Maybe once he had been over six feet tall, but now he walked hunched over and wasn't taller than me. He was skinny as a stick but still strong as an ox. Walked with long striding steps around the park that caused his full head of long white hair to bounce up and down with each step.

Having had a heart bypass, I visited the park every morning for my hour-long walk. I'm only 66 and plan on staying around for some time, but I know that will not happen if I don't exercise.

Well Grandpa and I seemed to hit it off from the first moment we found ourselves walking side by side through the park. Even though I am 66 I like men older than me. You would think it is easy to find an older man here in Fort Lauderdale, but I guess I'm just too picky. And anyway, I'm not a bar person. The few time I have gone to Tropics or Chardee's I have just stood in a corner and didn't talk to anyone.

I'm still a little overweight and although I am five feet ten inches, my legs are short and stubby, like my dick, and I really had to push myself to keep up with Grandpa as he rushed through the park on his long lanky legs. But somehow I always managed to keep pace with him as we chit chatted.

Grandpa told me he had been married four times when I asked. I told him I had never been married and he sort of looked at me with raised eyebrows but didn't comment. I found out that he lived in the retirement center on 19th avenue so I knew he didn't have much money. Still, Grandpa struck me as a happy man.

I swear I never made a move on Grandpa. Sure I wanted to but I like his company and was afraid that if he found out that I was gay he might not want to have anything else to do with me, some people are like that. So, I conditioned myself to be content to walk with him every morning in the park and fantasy about sucking Grandpa while I was at home jacking off my short dick until I would cum all over myself.

Things suddenly changed last week. We were walking in the secluded back part of the park when Grandpa suddenly stopped.

"What the matter?" I said frightened that the old man might be having heart problems.

"Got to piss!" He said as he looked up and down the trail. Then he saw that there wasn't anyone else on the trail, he just reached down and unzipped his shorts and pulled out his dick. Just like that! And damn if the old skinny old man didn't have the longest uncircumcised dick I had seen. It wasn't as thick as mine, but the thing reached down to his knees. For love or money, I couldn't have stopped looking as his dick as he started pissing even if I had wanted to.

And damn if the old man didn't keep shaking it after he stopped pissing. Of course, I stood there staring straight at his long dick. Then right in the middle of his dick shaking performance, he looked me in the eyes and said. "Are you queer, Sonny?" I had told him my name more times than I could remember, but Grandpa insisted on calling me Sonny.

I didn't answer.

"You are staring at my old pecker like you are queer. Are you?" He asked again. Then before I could answer he pulled his foreskin back from his dick head. "Are you cut or uncut?" He asked.

Suddenly find him asking a question I felt safe to answer, I said. "Cut".

"Show it to me." He told me.

I hesitated.

"I know you are queer. Have from the first. It's the way you are always glancing at my crotch. Straight men don't do that. Now, show me you dick. I ain't never had an encounter with a queer. Been looking for the opportunity." The old man informed me as he openly stated jacking his extremely long dick.

"Let's get off the trail, first." I told Grandpa. Then not waiting for his answer, I walked into the bushes. I didn't look back but I could hear the old man following me. Once I was deep enough into the woods that I felt safe, I stopped and turn to face him. As he approached me I unzipped my shorts and pulled out my cock.

"Sonny, you got a thick one." Grandpa said as he stepped so close that out dicks touched.

"Are you totally queer are have you fucked women?" The old man asked as he rubbed his foreskin-cloaked dickhead against my naked dick head.

"I never had sex with a woman." I confessed.

"That's too bad. They would have loved to get fucked by such a thick pecker. It would have rubbed against their clit and drove them crazy."

"Yea, well I'm not into women?" I said as the old man stretched his foreskin over the head of my dick. The docking excited me. My dick bobbed up and down.

"What are you into, Sonny?" Grandpa asked.

"Old men!"

"You mean someone my age?" Grandpa exclaimed.

"Yea."

"Well, hell, I've heard it all now. Just being queer is strange enough but being a queer that like only old men is damn right strange if you ask me." Grandpa added.

I shrugged. "What can I say?"

"You suck cock?" Grandpa asked pulled his foreskin back from over the head of my dick.

"Yea."

"Hell, I have had more women sucking on my old pecker than I can count, but always wondered if it felt different having a man suck it." He held his dick high in his hand. "Want to suck it?"

Suddenly realizing that my fantasy was actually coming true, I just dropped to my knees and grabbed the old man dick and started sucking on his foreskin covered dick head.

"Shit that feels good to my old pecker. Here let me pull the skin back." Grandpa said as he pulled his foreskin back so that I was sucking on his naked dick head. "Yea, that's even better, "Sonny".

Then he drug out a extremely set of low hanging balls as I swallowed about a third of the length of his old dick, all I could get down my throat with out choking.

"Squeeze my nuts while you suck me. Love to have them squeezed and stretch. One of my wives used to stretch them so much that after she finished my nuts hung almost down to my knees." The old man said.

I grabbed his balls in my hand and as I continued to suck on his long old dick, I started pulling down on them as hard as I could. And damn if I couldn't feel them stretching. The old man let out a squeal of pain/pleasure and grabbed me behind the head and started fucking my face like he was ramming it to one of his ex-wives.

He had me so excited that I was able to take a couple more inches of his dick down my throat. I would have love to take it all until my lips were pressed against his gray pubic hairs, but his old dick was just too long.

Suddenly he let go of the back of my head and jerked his dick out of my mouth. He came on my face. Cum shot forcefully out of his old dick as though he was a young boy. Cum struck my forehead. He pumped cum onto my nose and chin. Then I closed my mouth around his squirting old dick and drank those last few squirts.

The old man stepped back and looked down at me. "You like having cum on your face?" He asked as he started pushing his old dick back into his shorts.

"Yea."

"You like the taste of cum?" He asked as he zipped his pants up.

"Yea." I said as I started jacking my own dick as I felt the old man's cum running down my face onto my chest.

"You want me to watch you jack off?" Grandpa asked.

"Please." I said in a pleading voice. I almost enjoyed having the old man watch me jacking off as much as I had sucking his dick.

"Ok. Go ahead, Sonny. Let me see you shoot your load." The old man called out as he stepped closer and knelt down so that he was only inches away from my dick.

Seeing him starting at my dick caused me to cum. My load flew onto the front of Grandpa's t-shirt. The old man didn't jerk away. He remained knelt down in front of me until I finished cuming.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to cum on you." I told Grandpa as we climbed to our feet.

The old man reached down and drug his finger through a gob of cum cling to the front of his t-shirt and stuck his finger into his mouth.

"Huh... guess it a taste you have to acquire." He told men. "What do you say we finish our walk?"