Gramp Eats Out a Marine

Gramp Eats Out the Marine By Buck Jones The Marine placed a Craig’s List ad: Lick My Dick and Eat My Ass The CL ad by the 25 year old Marine read: Like the CL ad says I want you to lick my dick and lick and eat my ass. Don’t bother to contact me if your not prepared to do both things. Im only up for in house or safe outside action. Age and race do not matter as long as you do both things. Email me how you like to eat ass and include at least a dick or body shot. You gotta do both things or it’s no deal. Gramp sent a cock shot and a description of his favorite position or, in this case, positions for eating ass. The first position is on all fours on the bed with the ass just over the edge of the bed and slightly elevated. His second favorite ass eating position is when the hot man squats over him while he’s lying on his back on the bed, and the sweet ass of the object of his efforts is hovering over his face, allowing him to pull his ass into his mouth when he wants to exert greater pressure or f***e his tongue deep up into his hole. The Marine returned Gramp’s photo with one of his own, showing his ass pulled apart by his hands. The photo was not what Gramp was expecting. Instead of a button sized pucker hole surrounded by pretty whitish flesh, Gramp saw a hole that appeared to be a bit big and seemed to have a bit of a diagonal fold where the center would be. Instead of the light, buttocks colored skin, there was an aureole of darkish skin about an inch out all around. Gramp had to accept the thought that assholes are like nipples. They vary in color, texture, size, and prominence. Each person has his preferences. Gramp’s preference is for the Zack’s ass, a tight little pink hairless bud, not the size of a penny, and butt cheek white. This young stud’s derriere was of a different lineage. Then Gramp started thinking about “making it work,” excusing the obvious discrepancy between the ideal and the real, and overlooking something that was not bad (although the thighs appeared a little too thick) seemed a first thought. Then the second thought was… if I’m going to be doing all the work… no indication of reciprocation was indicated… would I want to be doing the “work” on this ass? The answer was “no.” So Gramp declined further interaction mentioning that he didn’t feel the chemistry… and he didn’t. Gramp indicated his enjoyment of small, petit men. And signed off. The Marine wanted to know exactly why Gramp didn’t feel the chemistry, so Gramp suggested a frontal photo. Then came the frontal photo with face… a totally different look… a young well built, tattooed man with a somewhat rugged complexion, but, overall, a hunky Marine in his mid-twenties. USMC was tattooed in an arch over his belly button. A service tattoo was centered on his chest, surrounded by other tattoos that symbolized and commemorated personal and social events. All together, a handsome and desirable package. It was not hard to imagine what would happen when he came to the house and pulled up into the yard, jumping out of his mucho macho truck with the confidence of a man who is going to get some… get treated to some great service. Dressed in a tee shirt and jeans and strutting his gym enhanced body, he smiles and throws out his hand. Gramp and the Marine shake and then lean forward a bit into each other’s bodies, touching shoulders and chests. Pulling apart, they look one another over and smile. “They call me, Gramp.” “They call me for supper.” “Well, come on in and get comfortable. What do you say to a beer?” “Yeah, I could go for that.” “Come on in and sit down. Let me get the beers and then I’ll throw in some porn and we can begin to play. Besides, I haven’t seen what you’ve got. I don’t know what I’m going to be licking on. I’ve seen your chest and upper body and your backside, but I have yet to see the whole package. Go ahead and strip down to your drawers and make yourself comfortable.” The Marine smiles and begins pulling his tee shirt over his head. He folds it neatly and lays it on the arm of the chair. He slips the shoes off his sockless feet. He unbuckles his jeans, unzips them, and removes them. He folds them, also, and places them over the tee shirt. He is wearing boxer briefs and they are showing a really nice mound, already stretching the material with anticipation. “What kind of porn do you like to watch?” “Ah, shit. That’s a tough one. Depends.” “Well, like right now… what do you think would be in order… for you?” “Let me think… Something man on man… that turns me on.” “Just hunky guys getting it on… or some more structured setting with a touch of role playing?” “What do you mean, structured?” “Like in a playroom or dungeon setting. Or at an orgy say where you have a sling or two. Or just a party setting… three or four or five guys …. And the ones who want to get into the sling can get into the sling throughout the play time. Or there can be some dominance/submissive thing going on… some bondage or just leather. Guys that get into the sling. Aggressive bottoms. I think that’s what you are … you’re an aggressive bottom. You’re butch… manly… all that shit… but you want your dick and ass serviced, so you remain in control… that’s your aggression. What do you say to some semi-hard core leather orgy action?” “If you put it that way, I guess that would work.” “Unless you want some electrode stim shit and there’s always some hot wax and needle torture if that gets you hard.” “Not even. Just some hunks getting it on. Big guys on their knees.” Gramp goes to his porn stack, pulls out a southwest orgy disk, places it carefully in the drawer, and hits play. Both men twist off the tops of their bottles. They tap necks and take a healthy swallow. They drink and talk about the tattoos…. About the personal events and what each tat represents. “With that set of abs you have, that wired USMC…I’m guessing it’s Celtic inspired…Wow! And I’m thinking, after looking at all the sucking and fucking going on on screen, I’d like to see what I’m going to be devoting quite a bit of effort to please.” The Marine pulls his drawers down around his ankles and off. He folds them, and leans forward to place them with his other items. “Oh, yeah. And let me just say, when I agree to lick cock and eat ass, I do insist upon one thing… and that is to go into the shower and use the special nozzle to be completely clean. I hope that’s not a problem.” “Hey, man, whatever it takes to get what you got to give and means being clean… I’m down with that.” The two men stand. Gramp strips and they go into the shower tub. Gramp gets the water warm and they step in… each squirts the other with the body wash. They wash each other’s bodies, feeling each other’s privates, washing them and caressing them, rinsing off and then soaping up a second time. Gramp turns the valve, opening the personal nozzle and hands it to the Marine, who places it against his hole and pushes ever so gently to feel the head of the nozzle inside him. He squeezes and holds the nozzle for as long as he can… and then discomfort, loss of control, and expulsion. After the second time, Gramp asks if he could do it a last time. “Bend over. I want to approach you from behind.” Controlling the nozzle like a magic wand, Gramp works the opening of the butt hole, gently teasing it, moving in and out while swirling the head, so the Marine doesn’t know exactly what he will be feeling next. Gramp instructs the Marine to squeeze some body wash into his hand. The Marine complies. Gramp starts washing the Marine’s cock and balls with his left hand while he is working the nozzle with his right hand. Gramp can feel the involuntary responses of both organs as he massages the Marine’s prostate with the rush of water that now is flowing up inside him and out at the same time. The Marine is rock hard. Gramp withdraws the nozzle… aims it at the Marine’s genitals and rinses them clean. He stands, shuts off the valve, and redirects the water flow to the rain head, so they can get rinsed totally clean and soapless. “Why don’t we head into the bedroom. I can put some porn on in there.” With the second bottle of beer being consumed and leather porn as background, Gramp begins the purpose of the visit. He has the Marine propped up in bed so his dick is easily accessible when his legs are spread. Gramp fingers the Marine’s balls, moving them, rolling them, bouncing them, fondling them and ever so slightly squeezing them. The Marine throws his head back and closes his eyes. His thoughts drift to the time when he was the one doing the servicing, on his knees, so to speak. And now, here having his body worshipped and attended to. His dick is burning hard and throbbing. Gramp pushes the Marine’s legs aside and dives for the balls… a beautiful set of balls… sized enough so both can be played with together inside his mouth… getting them totally moistened and loose. The warmer the environment, the more the ball sack relaxes, giving Gramp a hot time with both balls inside at one time. His tongue moves first under one and then under another, then up between them. He pushes them both to one side and then back to the other. One ball eases itself out of Gramp’s mouth. With one ball in his mouth, he treats the ball like an all day jaw buster, sucking, teasing, and cuddling the ball, employing all the variations of motion of which the tongue and the roof of the mouth are capable. The Marine doesn’t know what hit him. “And this old fart hasn’t even licked my dick yet or my ass. Fuck’n shit. This is effin hot. I think I’ll take another swallow… or two.” Gramp moves to the other single ball and gives it the going over, then both balls for a second round of sweet torment. Beginning at the base of the Marine’s cock, Gramp eases his lips and tongue up the shaft until the “knot” is reached. At that point, Gramp does nothing else but place the tip of his tongue on the pleasurable mound and press. The Marine begins to squirm and to involuntarily tense and relax. Gramp does nothing… he simply lets the feelings that the Marine is having emerge. Gramp wiggles his tongue just the slightest and another series of spasms. “Oh, Fuck! I didn’t bargain for this!” Gramp, releasing his cock, looks up and replies, “What were you expecting?” “I don’t know. Just some humdrum, everyday activity and then I blow a load and leave. But this shit…like I don’t know… it’s like it’s getting to me.” “Bottom line. Is it feeling good to you?” “Yeah, fuckin’ yeah.” “So, what is the problem?” “It’s not a problem exactly. It’s just that I gauge sex in certain ways… what it does to me. Women do something to me… my dick up this one chick’s ass … I’d never felt anything like it before or since. And that’s what’s happening here. I’m feeling things that are so good I don’t know if I need to be feeling them.” “You’re scarred of your body… of feeling good?” “It’s like you can feel too good… and it gets scary good.” “If you want to put your pants on and go home, I understand.” “Wow, Dude. I didn’t say that… I just thought I’d be safe and in control… you being older and all… Like I said, I thought I’d get a nut and leave. But you are adding a new dimension to things.” “And you don’t like that? That someone of my generation could plow through your spirit like an overgrown field, uprooting a whole lot of things you’d rather not think about. Sex, good and great sex is never mediocre… it’s never just getting off… I just like to have a little, and sometimes more than a little, interaction. I don’t mind giving, but I want to see it bouncing back to me in the quality of the feeling I can give. I’ve been bouncing you around and that makes you feel uncomfortable.” “OK, then. Now that I know what you’re doing, go for it. I need to be bounced around… shake out the cobwebs… and to be truthful, I haven’t had any really good sex in quite some time…. And this is blowing my mind.” “Let us continue.” Gramp encompasses the head of the Marine’s dick with his lips, and then begins licking the head slowly, turning first one way and then another. Around and then up and down and then back and forth. Sucking slightly and then more overtly. More tongue play. More teasing. Then quickly, Gramps grabs two pillows. He raises the Marine up and places the pillows under his lower back, exposing the Marine’s ass for easy access. The Marine holds his own legs open, so Gramp may be able to reach him easily. Gramp, first of all, rubs the palm of his hand over the buttocks and thighs. Gramp is tempted to warm the Marine’s ass up a bit, but decides not to move in that direction. Gramp pets the buttocks and ass cheeks, warming them slightly with his touch. His fingers move close to the anal entry; the hole that calls out for so much twitches. Gramp’s fingers lightly fly over the surface of the puckered skin. The Marine’s back heaves. He grasps his ankles even harder. Every part of him shakes. Gramp moves the fingers over the outer rim of the hole and the hole twitches. Gramp plays around with his finger tips and then he makes a fist and works his knuckles around the outside of the hole. The Marine jerks and goes wild, tossing around while still holding his ankles. “Holy shit, Man. What the fuck are you doin’ to me anyhow?” “Hey, I haven’t even gotten inside. I haven’t even kissed it yet or given it some of my tongue. I’ll tell you what. Get on all fours and hang your ass off the side of the bed. You’ve had your legs in the air for too long.” In the new position, Gramp stares at the well formed ass. “I don’t know about you, but that ass looks tempting to me. I want to bring up a little bl**d into it… turn it pink. Give it a few swats, but I don’t know what you’d be thinking of that kind of treatment.” “Hey, I’ve been a bad boy. Maybe I need a little discipline.” “Maybe you need a little discipline.” Gramp starts by brushing the ass cheeks with the palms of his hands… then a few passing swipes, followed by some more well placed spanks. “You can hit me harder if you want to. I want to feel the burn.” Gramp reaches a little farther back and lets a couple hard swaps fall on the Marine’s tail. “I can take more than that. Really give me a wallop!” “You asked for it.” Gramp delivers a stunning series of open handed swats that leave the impression of his hands. “OH, YES!!!” “Let them throb for a minute, and then when the heat has gone down, pull them apart. I want to begin what I’ve been missing for some time… eating a hot ass.” “Man, this has been the best… and the real best is yet to come when I cum.” “All in good time, Marine, all in good time.” “OK. I’m ready for your mouth and tongue.” On his knees, at just the right height, Gramp leans forward and kisses the Marine’s hole with closed lips. It is simply soft lip tissue against soft puckered ass tissue. Gramp continues by kissing around the outside edge of the hole, but with closed lips, brushing the skin, sometimes engaging it, sometimes merely rubbing it. “Release your butt cheeks.” The Marine again complies. Gramp begins licking one side and then the other… wetting both cheeks and licking them… then kissing them… and then biting them, sinking his teeth into the reddened flesh. “Yes, eat me, bite me..don’t bring bl**d, but do what you want.” Gramp glazes over both butt cheeks with saliva, and then Gramp reaches around to harvest the pre-cum flowing generously from the Marine’s dick. Gramp leans back and starts encircling the butt hole with the pre-cum, just tickling the inside of the opening, not really reaching in, but close enough to be over the edge. The Marine squeals and thrusts. “Now, hold both your cheeks open.” Gramp surveys the scene, remembers the Rush, and grabs a bottle. He offers the Marine a hit. The Marine accepts. He goes back to holding his ass cheeks open. As Gramp tightens the cap on the bottle, he exhales and moves his mouth into position. His tongue touches for the first time the hole itself. His mouth firmly presses against the Marine’s hole, Gramp’s tongue moves in tiny circles as it pushes forward into his crack. The Marine starts to spasm. Gramp keeps licking and pushing. The Marine keeps lurching quickly in quick, short lived spasms. Gramp hums while he pokes his tongue into the Marine’s hole. More lurching. More spasms. More abandonment. “On your back on the side of the bed. Put those pillows right here. And get on them like you were on the bed, except you’ll be at the edge of the bed.” The Marine complies. Gramp again surveys the Marine’s ass and butt. Gramp once again rubs his palm over the thighs and backside, gliding over the once reddened pair of ass cheeks, squeezing them and feeling their warmth. With an abundance of lubricating fluid, Gramp moistens the Marine’s ass and begins fingering the ass…one finger finds its way inside and begins to work its magic. While the finger works in and out and in all sorts of unexpected directions, Gramp leans forward and begins sucking the Marine. The Marine moans and moves his hips slowly in a pumping action. Gramp is working the head and its underside while he places two fingers together and slowly slides them inside, opening the Marine’s ass even wider. The Marine moans yet again and thrusts back with even more vigor this time. The two fingers find the prostate and begin rubbing over it, in and out, and in and out, and in and out. The Marine moans and thrusts even more. “Oh, yes. Fuck me, Daddy!” “Yeah, I knew it. That’s what you wanted all along. You want Daddy to give it to you. How much do you want of Daddy?” “I want all you can give me.” “You want me to open you up and fuck you?” “Yes, that’s what I want. I want that cock of yours inside me. Open me up and fuck me! If I’ve gone this far, I want to go all the way.” “They really worked you over, didn’t they?” “I don’t know what you mean.” “That group you were in. They did some pretty wild shit from time to time… right?” “How did you know?” “Your asshole. You don’t have the asshole of a 25 year old… You have the asshole of a 40 year old… so someone did something to you. I even cut my finger nails when I knew you were coming over. I didn’t know if you would want to be fisted or not. Do you want to be fisted?” “No. No. Those days are over.” “You mean you aren’t getting fisted anymore or you aren’t hanging with those guys anymore?” “Both.” “I see. Let me fuck you then.” “I want that. I really want that. I just couldn’t put I was a bottom on Craig’s List. But I want you to bang me. I mean I want to feel it. I want to feel it the same way I felt your hand beating my ass.” Gramp, not knowing the Marine’s history, couldn’t take a chance, so he places the condom on his cock before lubing it up. Gramp lubes up the Marine’s ass and fingers him with four fingers to insure ease of entry. Gramp withdraws his fingers, wraps his cock in more lube, and Gramp inserts his cock ever so gently into the Marine. “Yes, sir. Fuck me. Give me all of it. I want it, Daddy. I want it. I want all of it. You’re fucking me good, Daddy. Yes, that’s the way. Hit me, hit me hard. Make me feel it. That’s it. Now let me fight back. You hit me when I hit you. I want to bang, man, I want to bang.” “OK, Son. I’m giving it to you. Let me drop some more lube onto the situation and I’ll be hitting you with a vengeance.” “That’s what I want to hear.” Gramp feels the lube cover the entire area. Gramp pushes inwardly and grinds his hips. The Marine pushes and grinds in return, moaning at every thrust. “Oh, Sweet Jesus! Fuck me!!! Harder! Harder! I’ll fuck you back, don’t worry. Hit me hard, Daddy. Hit me hard!” Gramp gets his rhythm going and pounds the Marine’s ass with deep hard thrusts. Gramp directs the Marine to start jacking. “You want to cum, Marine? You want to send that load out into the universe? You want to get off big time?” “Yes, sir!” “Then start jacking, son. I’m going to be filling this rubber soon and I want to shoot the same time you do… so start jacking and let me know when you start feeling like you’re going to be cumming.” Gramp pours more lube over the Marine’s dick and the condom. Gramp speeds up his rhythm and then slows down to a crawl while he talks to the Marine. “Jack it. Yeah, that’s it. Jack it. I’m going to hold back and give it to you slowly while you build that load inside you. Keep jacking like that. I think it may be time for another hit.” Gramp places the open bottle under the Marine’s nose, closes off one nostril, and the Marine takes a deep hit. Gramp does the same. “Work it, son. Work that head and work that shaft. I know you’re ready to explode.” “Yes, Sir. I’m getting pretty close. I can feel myself wanting to cum. “ “OK. Let me hit you harder.” Gramp moves more quickly and bit deeper than he had been going. He feels the pull to cum suddenly within him. He stops completely. “Oh, man, it’s cumming. It’s cumming!!! Hit it. Hit me hard.” Those are the words Gramp wants to hear. Gramp pulls way out, so sensitive that only one or two thrusts will get him off, but Gramp goes into action… and starts hitting the Marine hard, so hard the cum involuntarily overwhelms him and explodes just at the moment the Marine shouts, “I’m cumming!” and the while jizz pumps into the air and all over his chest and face. Gramp continues to have after shocks which send out more sperm from the Marine’s cock. There had been three massive shots followed by lesser expulsions… and then the small last efforts as a result of Gramp’s final involuntary movements. The Marine scoops up the cum from his chest and takes to his mouth. He licks his fingers. Gramp bends down one last time and licks the last of the sperm from the Marine’s now softened dick. The Marine and Gramp clean up, dress, hug, shake hands and say good-bye.