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Jon
BuffBoy 2
The Greeting
by Jon Hold
M/t massage
A couple of hours after dawn I heard the boy get up and pad down the hallway to the bathroom. He didn't bother closing the door, so I could hear him take a healthy pee into the toilet. He came into the livingroom naked, beautiful and rubbing his eyes.
"Hi Grandpa. I couldn't find my clothes." he said in excuse for not being dressed.
I looked at him, his body shining in the light from the window. His hard body and defined musculature made him look every bit the stud at the same time as his hairlessness and demeanor made him look young and vulnerable and sweet. Limp, his pecker had pulled back into a button with a tassel of foreskin jutting above his pair of full, high-riding nuts. The very picture of the Greek ideal. The look of sadness had returned to his sleepy face. I held up my arm and he readily crawled into my lap and snuggled sleepily against my chest.
I put my arms around him and stroked his back. "I put your clothes in the washer and dryer. They're folded and ready for you, but you don't have to get dressed. You don't even have to wear clothes here at all unless you want them."
The boy just mumbled some sort of acceptance and nuzzled my chest until he found one of my big nipples. Suckling me he dozed off back to sleep. I held him and rocked, almost crying the pleasure was so great. Every time I tried to remove my swollen titty from his mouth he just sucked harder and frowned in his sleep. It was like holding a baby to my breast. I discovered that I liked the feeling, of being nursed, of holding the boy, of being trusted and the just generally good feeling of having a warm human being sharing my life. For the first time in years, I dozed off into an early morning nap.
The boy woke me getting up to go pee. His little woody bouncing in front of him as he ran to the bathroom. Yawning and rubbing the sleep from my eyes I headed for the kitchen to make breakfast. As I cooked I caught myself humming to myself for the first time in years. I stopped, and then started again, smiling to myself. Somebody was a happy camper this morning, and I wasn't about to rain on my own parade!
Fully dressed for school, the kid came into the kitchen and over next to me, hesitating. I just smiled, leaned over, and kissed him on the cheek, "Good morning, Son!"
A smile of relief breaking out across his face, the happy boy said, "Good mornin', Grandpa." and kissed my cheek. I told him breakfast would be a few minutes yet and to go get his school stuff. He came back with a pretty much empty backpack and an envelope with his transcripts in it. We talked about school over ham and eggs. Then I changed and drove Gregg to the college.
President Sidemore of the college was an old friend and schoolmate. He welcomed the boy to his college and just assumed that he was my blood. I didn't dissuade him. Instead of having to go through the usual hassle of signing up for classes, President Sidemore gave Gregg the classes he wanted right there in his office. Because of his age, Gregg was also assigned a special counselor to keep track of his progress and adaptation. Sidemore was pleased when Gregg said that he wanted to join the gymnastics and swim teams. The college had great teams and they were always on the lookout for good talent, and Gregg looked outstanding. Sidemore told me to be sure and introduce him to the coaches.
Jim Spear was the new swimming coach. This was his first year as the head swimming coach. He'd taken over from the revered Jim Spear, Sr. His dad had left him with a winning, trophied team and high expectations for the coming year. One look at my new grandson and the coach was in lust. Not necessarily sexual, though I knew for a fact that was possible, but he wanted that body on his swim team. He was all but drooling. He asked what Gregg preferred to swim and my boy just shrugged and said, "whatever you want." Coach Spear said, "Butterfly?" I nodded to my new grandson and pointed to the pool. He just smiled and stripped down naked right there and then.
Coach Spear really started drooling when he saw the lengths Gregg had gone to trying to be the perfect swimming machine, removing ALL his body hair to reduce water friction and turbulence. Of course, the view of my grandson's perfect body, beautiful carriage, hard, rippled abs and tight ass didn't effect the Coach at all. The hell they didn't! He was all but stomping one foot and baying at the moon!
Gregg got up on a starting box and Coach got a starting gun and stopwatch from a box. A few seconds later he set Gregg off and we were both mesmerized by the beauty of him moving through the water. Gregg was in his finish strokes before the young Coach Spears remembered to look at his stopwatch. "Holy SHIT!!!" exploded from him. I assumed that meant that Gregg had made the team.
Coach Thomas was Coach Spear's half-brother, they had the same mother. Bob Thomas and Jim Spear, Sr. were good friends and had traded wives with no fuss. They had been trading back and forth for years anyway. The kids of both families had been raised as siblings. The two coaches still lived together and partied together, alone if necessary, but with others if possible. They had been guests at my house any number of times and I never slept alone when they were around.
When Coach Thomas met Gregg and saw how he worked on the sidehorse, parallel bars and rings he was ecstatic. He'd never seen such raw talent in a freshman.
After lunch the two coaches got Gregg into their training room and had him strip off naked. The boy was very bashful, but did as requested after I pulled down his pants in front of both coaches and gave him a couple of swats. They started a file on Gregg. Measured everything about him, including his percentage of body fat (slightly less than 2%), the length of his dick, flaccid AND erect, and the length and strength of his tongue. Leaving the gym, Gregg commented on how different college was from high school.
We walked around campus until he was pretty familiar with all the places he might need to go, including an outside bathroom near the gym and an indoor bathroom in the basement of the main library where he could get a blow job if he needed one. In the outdoor restroom we went into a stall together and I showed him how to request and receive head through a gloryhole. The young athlete in the next stall helped with the lesson by sucking us both off really well. I held Gregg's ass while he fucked the gloryhole and he sucked on my nuts while I fucked into the scum he'd left in our cocksuckers mouth. Afterwards I introduced Gregg to the boy who had sucked us and invited him to Saturday dinner, which invitation he readily accepted.
We went to the student bookstore and bought books and supplies for Gregg and I helped him lug them home. Gregg put his stuff on the kitchen table and then threw his arms around my neck and kissed me, right on the lips. "Thank you, Grandpa. What a wonderful day."
I groped his butt and laughed. It had been years since I'd felt so good. "Why don't you strip naked so we can go swimming?"
Gregg was out of his clothes in a second and a second after that he was back in my arms hugging me and wiggling all over me. I swatted his butt and told him to give an old man a rest. Then I kissed him until he was dizzy from lack of air. Groping his ass, I pushed him out the back door, telling him to enjoy himself. I got naked myself and, stuffing a few beers and cokes into a small cooler, headed out to the pool. Gregg was waiting for me just outside the back door and acted more like a new puppy than a young man. Frisking around me, running over to check some of the odd things I'd collected, rushing back to make sure I hadn't disappeared in the two seconds I'd been out of sight.
"Oh, WOW!"
Greg finally saw my swimming pool. Originally it had just been a big hole in the ground for storing irrigation and fire control water. I'd had it cemented and a series of diving boards installed. An Olympic sized swimming pool could have been dropped in it and would have just floated around looking lost. Gregg was unable to resist. He ran and hit the water in a flat dive. He surged to the surface and flicked his head to throw the water out of his short hair.
"Wow, Grandpa. This is awesome! I bet the whole swim team could race at one time in here."
I thought about seeing the whole swimming team, naked, in my pool and boned up. Maybe I should think about some entertainment for Gregg and his teammates, a bar-b-que or something. I took some lounge chairs out of the storage shed and set them up under the Silver Maple tree. I was laying there with a cold one, contemplating the whichness of the why when a cold, wet cuddle puppy decided that he was going to share my body warmth. I laughed and slapped his butt before pulling him in close.
"Hummmmmmm," the boy purred. "You smell nice, Grandpa."
"I smell like an old goat after running around all day."
"Do not! You smell just like a Grandpa's supposed to smell." He buried his face into my armpit and took a deep breath. I felt his boner poke me in the thigh and boned up myself when I felt his tongue stroke my armpit. A small, scared voice waffled through the lazy afternoon heat. "Is that OK, Grandpa? I didn't mean anything wrong."
In answer, I just lifted my arm, giving the boy full access, and sprung a bit of a boner myself. My newly acquired grandson snuffled around in my sweaty pit, licking up any traces of man-scent he could find. When he could no longer find the taste he was seeking he, very craftily, licked and sucked at my nipples and the small patch of hair in the middle of my chest before sliding across my body to bury his face in my other armpit. Gregg's tongue took its time wandering down my body. Tasting and feeling and probing. My hairy belly was carefully cleaned and my bellybutton was bored out and polished. My pubic hairs were carefully and most thoroughly sucked clean. My balls and crotch were subjected to an intense and time-consuming process that left them shining and smelling lightly of boy spit. My little washer boy barely started to lick my shaft and was required to move quickly to prevent my effusion from soiling his work. Mumbling and humming to himself, the happy sweatslut capped my organ and eagerly sucked as much cum as he could get from me. It had been years since I'd come that hard and, afterwards, I just laid there, quite literally seeing stars in the middle of the afternoon.
I finally got up and went to a bush and took a healthy pee, relieving much pressure. I got two more lounge pads from the storage shed and arranged them side-by-side in the sun. Gregg was watching and came right over when I waved to him. I put a bottle of massage oil on each side of the mattress and then kissed the back of Gregg's neck. "Thank you, Gregg. That was a wonderful thing for you to do for an old man." Greg started to respond, but I pushed him belly down on the mattresses and oiled up my hands.
With my hands just barely oiled I massaged Gregg's scalp, finding his stiff burr cut surprisingly erotic. I did his ears and temples and settled into the proper focus and calm mental state to give a world-class massage. Gregg's thick and powerful neck took a while to relax, but I managed to get all the tension and knots out. I swung my leg over the relaxed boy and sat down on his fine, firm fundament. Working the powerful muscles of the kids back and arms was so wonderful. It had been years since I'd really given someone a real massage. As a young man I was quite proficient, and an acknowledged expert and instructor. But that had disappeared from my life, until right then. Somehow, I must find a way to properly thank this boy for bringing that joy back into my life.
I worked my way down the kid's back and scooted down so I could really work his butt over. The kid obviously loved butt work, moaning and groaning and wiggling is butt around, so I really worked on the beautiful pair of mounds. His thighs were absolutely massive and required a great deal of effort, bringing me a good healthy sweat that felt really good. I sat cross-legged on the mat and lifted Gregg's lower legs to work on them. His feet were beautiful and I ended up sucking all his toes and licking all over his feet in pure lust. Gregg got a little crazy while I was making love to his feet and aided and abetted my lust in every way he could think up. Wiggling his toes in my mouth. Grabbing my tongue between his toes. Rubbing my face between his soles.
In revenge I pushed his legs apart and licked and massaged my way up to where his legs came together. My hands mauled his buttcheeks while my tongue drilled him a new asshole. I had more than a little trouble keeping Gregg down on the mattresses. He kept thrashing around and trying to escape --- while backing into me at the same time. I sat back up on his upper thighs and leaned over his back. Taking a firm grip on the upper part of his trapezoid muscles where they swooped up to meet his neck, I held him still while I moved forward until the tiny mouth at the end of my swollen dick was kissing the tight little pucker below the base of Gregg's spine.
Gregg swelled up and got very stiff when he felt my cock touch his asshole. Then, he relaxed and laid back down, spreading his legs even further. Kissing the back of his neck again, I began to work my way forward, carefully entering my boy. And, the moment he released his anal ring and allowed me entry into his body, he was my boy! I laid down on top of him, his powerful young body easily supporting my weight. I twisted down as he twisted up and our lips locked together as I began to fuck my way deeper and deeper into my grandson.
We laid like that for a very long time. Talking about his feelings, about having a man's cock up his ass. Talking about my feelings for a young man I was coming to deeply respect and love. Talking about life and school and his mother and his schoolmates. Talking about my feelings and goals, about his feelings and goals. All the while slowly fucking and feeling each other. Getting used to each other and enjoying each other. I finally got to really humping his ass with him egging me on with all sorts of lewd and lascivious comments intended to light my fire and reduce my moral restraints to an absolute minimum. In a word, I fucked him senseless!
When I finally finished cumming and was actually under control again, I rolled Gregg over on his back and slid my tongue as far down his throat as I could get it. Running my hands up and down his sweat-slick and hairless torso, I started massaging his front as I sat up and sat down --- right on his chubby little six-inch grandpa pleaser.
Gregg lost his quiet, almost fearful demeanor and took hold of my big tits and started screwing me from below. I started out to give my boy an nice satisfying fuck and ended up with a lustful, brazen, raunchy, hot-blooded teenager in full rut. He rolled me over on my back and put my legs over his broad shoulders, not slowing down the ass-fucking I was getting at all until he could strain forward and drive his cock as far up inside me as possible. He bit my lips and chewed my ears and stuck his tongue completely down my throat. I was hanging on for dear life and trying my best to keep up with him. He grabbed the sides of my head and seriously lip-locked me as he started to pound my ass with every bit of strength in his body. Screaming into my mouth, he went wild, hunching into my ass and firing wad after wad of hot teen cum up my eagerly sucking ass.
Gregg rested barely two minutes before rolling me over and getting me up on all fours. He was a different boy. More authoritative. More in-charge and alert. He asked me a question that I did not hear so he swatted my ass to get my attention. That led to a session of him asking questions and me getting spanked to get my attention. He'd spank me two or three times and then ask me if I was going to be a good Grandpa. If I answered him with an answer he liked he'd give me a couple of slow spanks with his bare hand and then ask me another. If he didn't like the answer he'd give me four or five hard spanks and repeat the question. If I didn't answer at all he'd light into my ass hard and fast with a half-dozen or more real butt warmers. He got my ass to a nice bright red before he couldn't take it any more. Climbing on my back he dog-fucked me until we both cracked a nut.
We lay there facing each other, touching each other and quietly talking, or just watching each other until well after dark. We got up and had a quiet dinner and then went in and showered together. My new Grandson climbed up into his Grandpa's big four-poster bed and snuggled up to spend the night with me. I held the sleeping boy and cried because I felt so good.
Users of PC machines are fond of noting how many more PC's there are in use than Macs. There is a parallel to this in the animal world where numbers tend to increase in inverse proportion to status of order. For example, there are far more cockroaches on this planet than humans.