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I was on the train going north to see my Grandfather. I used to spend every school holiday up there with him as a child, but going straight out of studying hard for my A-levels and into my first year of Uni it had been a couple of years at least since I had last stayed with him. My family wasn't exactly close, as an only child I felt lonely a lot of the time when I was younger. He was my only living Grandparent, and I his only grandchild, so Grandad was really the only person in the family I had a close bond with. I was lucky because he was always interested in what I was doing at home or at school. My parents were always quick to unload me on him at the end of every term and have a week in the Sun by themselves, but I was more than happy to go and stay with him. He always made me feel special and talented. He took me out on little adventures, to a museum or even just the local fields to feed the horses, little things like that. 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Neither of my parents smoked and I didn't like the smell of cigarettes, but there was always something comforting about the sweet, thick smell of his pipe tobacco. I would sit on his knee as a kid and watch him puff and toke on the pipe. Grandad was always an imposing man visually but never in temperament. The pipe smoke stained that thick, combed moustache he always had. As a child every time I visited it seemed he would alternate between just that wiry white moustache and rough stubble or a full marble coloured beard that covered his entire jaw line and crept up his round cheeks. I used to tease him and say he looked like Captain Birdseye, so he got to calling me his "special sailor" which stuck ever since and actually did make me feel special. Even back then as a child it seemed old fashioned for him to smoke a pipe. The lingering scent always hung around on his favourite armchair or his heavy overcoat. That familiar scent made me feel comfortable and safe. There was a mystique about the ritual of his pipe that I found fascinating back then. On trips in to town we would always stop off at the tobacconist he frequented and he'd buy me some sweets or a comic book from the rack outside the little hole in the wall. I doubt the shop is still there, it seemed out of time even then. He finished tidying and he came over and hugged me. His gruff whiskers scratched my cheek as we embraced and I was instantly reminded of when I was a child and we would play-wrestle in the back garden. It was hardly a fair fight as large as he was. I was totally enveloped in that musky pipe odour now as then and I felt relaxed in a way I hadn't felt all year. It made me realise how stressed I'd been since starting University. But all that melted away as he held me close, not letting go for what seemed like forever. We caught up over dinner. He'd made some of my childhood favourites and I didn't have the heart to tell him I hadn't eaten half of those things in years, but it all made me feel comfortable and wanted again, just like it did back then. After dinner he said "Why don't you get freshened up lad, you probably need it after the journey up here. The day's hustle and bustle washed away with the suds and I felt invigorated as I dried off. I picked out a fresh t-shirt and pyjama pants from my bag since it was already late and looked around the room. I remembered how cosy it seemed as a child, like a safe little cocoon. I sat on the end of the bed looking at the crisp white pillow and saw memories of Grandad tucking me in at night and kissing my forehead. He'd switch on a nightlight and leave the door ajar slightly. I still liked a dim light on to get to sleep even now, I guess I never grew out of it. I came out of my old room freshly changed and picked up the clothes I'd arrived in from outside the bathroom, as I stood up I caught a glimpse through the open crack of the bathroom door, Grandad was drying himself off with a large white towel. He must've gone for a shower right after me whilst I was in my room drifting down memory lane. He had his back to me with one leg up on the side of the bathtub and was rubbing down from his tubby to his crotch and back again with the towel. His balls flopped out from under the towel as he dried off down there and my eyes widened at what I was seeing. They were absolutely huge! I'd never seen a nutsack so heavy and round, it looked like two fuzzy peaches ready to ripen off the branch! They were covered in long wisps of white hair and swung freely from his body. For a split second I was mesmerized by them and I dropped some of the bundle of clothes in my arms, and I must've left my keys in my jeans pocket because there was a horrible clang as they hit the varnished wooden floor. I scrambled down to collected them but daren't break line of sight with Grandad for a split second. My eyes moved up and I saw he was looking back at me in the reflection of the mirror, hand still cupping towel and balls together as if frozen in time. He had a stern, confused look on his face, one I remember from a child when I spilt paint on the carpet and he came in the room - that same surprised look I found difficult to read. I scrambled for the dropped clothes and scurried off along the hall, downstairs and straight in to the kitchen as far as I could get in the house from the bathroom. I stuffed the clothes in to the washing machine and sooner after heard the stairs creak to the pace of his heavy footsteps, followed by the familiar wood groan of his favourite armchair. My heart was beating so fast, I didn't want to go back in to the lounge for fear of what he was going to say, I didn't want my Grandpa to think less of me because I was gay, less so because he thought I was some kind of peeping tom. I'd never actually sat down and come out to my parents, but they weren't stupid, they knew. It wasn't that they accepted it or not, I just don't think they cared enough about it either way. They'd always let me do what I wanted, not from a sense of parental freedom, but that they were too wrapped up in their own lives to notice. Along as I was doing well in school, they pretty much left me to my own devices. Anyway, I didn't care what they thought, but Grandad was different. I always held his opinion in the highest regard and never wanted him to think less of me for any reason. I busied myself in the kitchen, quietly, I daren't even breath too loud, but I froze as I heard him bellow sternly from the other room: I really didn't want anything to change our relationship. As I came back in to the lounge I was met with the sight of him in his favourite dressing gown, a dark forest green towelled bath robe he'd had for as long as I could remember. His thick hairless calves were straddled wide apart in that big armchair but the long robe covered everything else from below his knees upwards. He reached over to the side table for his favourite pipe and clenched it in his mouth as he reached again for the box of matches, saying to me out of the corner of his mouth; "Sorry about that, I should've closed the door. I forget you're not a little boy any more, you're a grown man". He rested back in the chair as he lit the pipe and puffed thick clouds in to the air. Now he wasn't sitting forward, his robe was more open that it first appeared and the sides gently folded apart to reveal thick wisps of white chest hair around his neck that grew in volume as they went down and seemed to get impossibly dense just where the robe tied, obstructing my view any further. I always knew he was hairy, you could see those same hairs peeking up around his collar, but this was the first time I'd seen how far down the trail spread and how bushy it got below the neckline. I always smoked this old pipe and you never once complained or coughed. I used to love your stories and I've always liked the smell of your pipe, it reminds me of this time of year when I'd always stay here in the school break. He said sharply but with humour. Come on and see for yourself! Of course I would love to sit on his knee again like I did back then, but this couldn't be real, surely it was some kind of test, he was going to grill me about spying on him. You are off out in the big world soon, and I want one more holiday weekend with my favourite lad before he's off on his own adventures forever I unconsciously lurched to stand up but his hand gripped around my waist and stopped me from moving. He was right, he was still strong. But tell me what you were doing at the bathroom door". I was picking up my clothes from the floor". When have you ever lied to your old man? He held the pipe between his teeth as he waited for an answer and put the freed hand down on my thigh and rubbed reassuringly with a concerned but kindly raised eyebrow. You must've seen some of the other lads in your dorm at Uni, have they got a pair of bollocks as big as your old man's?! Yours definitely win the prize! I never once knew you to have a girlfriend except in primary school and that doesn't count, playing kiss-catch in the playground. You always had your special pals in school but never girlfriends. Whatever happened to Jack? Did you two ever get up to anything? Even as a young teenager I liked the older men. I never had crushes on fellow students, always the teachers. As you like it. Again he interrupted, saying "I always knew son. And he rubbed my back reassuringly with one hand and my thigh with the other. Don't worry lad. You will always be my special sailor and nothing you could do will ever change that. I instinctively put both arms around his neck and nestled my head under his chin to rest it on his shoulder. I was always scared to tell you, I didn't want to let you down. He pierced the silence: Did he really just ask what I thought he did? I had to answer honestly and he couldn't be tricking me in to a confession this time, it was all out in the open. We were already entwined in an embrace, but it was a familial child and parent embrace. I felt strange sat on his lap at my age, but it didn't feel sexual, did it? Right then I realised there was a thick bump under his dressing gown where I was sat on his lap. Was my Grandad getting a stiffy?! Thoughts raced through my head. I didn't understand what was happening, but it started to feel natural, like it all made sense. All the crushes on teachers I'd had as a teenager, all the times I'd seen older men and wanted to feel them close to me. That physicality I craved was the same one I was feeling now, and it felt totally natural. The closeness of this kind of bond, the safeness I felt when I was with my Grandad was the same sense of tenderness I found attractive when I looked at other older men. I decided to continue to be honest with him and see where this special weekend would go. Almost without knowing I continued; "I was surprised how big and hairy your balls were. Before I could consider the consequences of my confession, he softly chuckled and said "Mmmmm, I like to hear that lad. He moved his hand slowly up, gently parting my legs a little and rested his hand on my inner thigh. I still daren't look at him because I thought it might break the spell if our eyes met, but I answered right back. I've always liked hairy chests and beards I don't know why. We all find attractive what we see around us when we're younger and it comes out as part of our kinks as we get older. I'd always thought that I would be perfectly content just running my fingers through a thick hairy chest and doing little else with a man. In my fantasies I didn't see myself having full sex, as enjoyable as that would be. But just to kiss a man deeply and feel his chest hair rubbing against me, I thought I could actually cum just from doing that, to enjoy that intimacy without having to rush to that big finale. Just as these thoughts were racing through my mind, I felt his forefinger and thumb rest on my chin and he guided my head up off his shoulder. The whiskers of his thick moustache pressed against my top lip and hovered there for a moment. I still had my eyes closed but I opened my mouth ever so slightly and I felt his warm tongue pass my lips and mingle with my own. I could taste the fresh tobacco, it kind of tasted like it smelt but it was much mellower from the warmth of his saliva. I clasped my arms even tighter around his neck and I felt his arm around my back do the same. His other hand reached all the way up my thigh this time, cupping me. He gave a gently, satisfactory grunt and I felt the vibration of his voice as his tongue swirled around mine. One hand rubbed my crotch and the other reached under my t-shirt and he rubbed my lower back reassuringly. I'd never kissed an older man before. My fumblings with a couple of boys in college was fun at first, but never left me feeling fulfilled. 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I had wanted him for a while, but I was raised to wait for marriage. Still, on this particular day my desire for him was especially strong. My boyfriend said he had a very special birthday present for me, so we went to h.. Barry had already started to pump on Wally's cock when Wally dove on Barry's cock once more. This was a good position and Wally was soon well into a good cock sucking. As he sucked he began to press a finger against Barry's asshole. Barry responded with a little jerk. A positive jerk. With a little bit of fancy handwork, Wally was able to get a bit of spit and apply it to Barry's asshole. He never stopped sucking him and now was able to work a finger into Barry's tight hole. Barry became more and more excited as the sucking and ass invadement continued. Wally was feeling the start of an amazing orgasm as Barry continued to work on his cock. The buildup to orgarsm was short and unstoppable. 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Wally was hoping that Barry would show up for their next date. Christ, he was good looking Wally realized that it was quite late and so he decided to go home. The traffic should be alright by now. He got dressed and left. He took a stroll past Barry's room on the way out but it was locked. He dropped off his towel, handed in his key and headed for the car. When Wally left, Barry lay back and closed his eyes. He lay there for several minutes before he decided to get a shower and head for home. He went into the shower stall and hung his towel on the hook. His cock was still half stiff. He lathered up and began to rinse. The hot water felt great so he stood there with the water running down over his body. He lathered up his chest and his balls and cock. He peeled the foreskin back over his golf ball knob and rubbed soap all around it. He finished by rinsing all the soapy water off his body. He turned off the water, grabbed his towel and began to towel off. He took most of the water off then went into the sauna to finish. There were a couple of guys making out so he dried himself quickly, put his towel on and left. When Barry got back to his room he decided that he had had enough and he got dressed to leave. All the while he was showering and getting dressed he was thinking about the great time he had just had and whether or not Wally would show up for their next meeting. Barry handed in his towel and key and headed for his car. Staying at Grandpa's. My parents decided to go on a couples vacation so that meant that I had to stay behind. Fortunately that meant I would be staying at my grandfather's house. My grandmother had just passed away so my parents thought that it might be good to give him some family company. Kinda like killing two birds with one stone. I didn't mind though. I've always thought the old guy was hot. He was in his late 50s but he always took care of his physique and it showed. He looked a lot like my father but with salt and pepper hair and a nice hairy chest to match. Even the way his clothes hung off of him dripped with his heat. I planned on making my stay with him a memorable one. After waving away my parents as they gradually grew smaller down the dirt road, my grandfather showed me in. You can either sleep on the hide-away bed in the living room, which is uncomfortable as hell, or you can sleep with me. I'll let you decide. I don't mind sleeping with you if you don't mind. Let's get you settled in. When evening arrived my heart began to beat a little faster. Then at If you want to go to the mall tomorrow we'll probably have to get an early start. Do you want to shower first? I'll brush my teeth while you shower. I hope you don't mind. I walked into the bathroom completely naked as Grandpa was coming up the stairs. Me and dad do it all the time. Is it ok? Just took me by surprise is all. Only you and me in the house now anyway. My grandfather brushed his teeth as he said, but I noticed he looked at me out of the corner of his eyes through the clear glass shower door as I coyly cleaned my cock. He then left the room and I finished. I got out and dried off when my grandfather came around the corner completely naked, making his way to the shower. I about passed out. My heart about jumped out of my chest. My turn. It was more gorgeous than I had thought. I guess I starred longer than I thought because before long he was done and I still had my toothbrush in hand. We then made our way to the bedroom. I spirit fell when I saw a set of pajamas layed out on the bed. It feels much better. I do it all the time.. I never even did that when your grandmother was alive. I love sleeping nude. Do you mind? You don't mind sleeping in the same bed with your old fart of a Grandpa with no clothes on? I'm game. In the middle of the night I woke up and pulled the blankets down to our thighes. God he looked great. I cupped his balls and let them roll around in the palm of my hand. I looked up at his face and he was still asleep. That's when I knew I was in the clear. With my other hand I grabbed his thick uncut dick and pulled down the foreskin. His cock head shown in the moonlight from the nearby window. My mouth watered. I pushed the skin over and off his cock head a few times and felt it grow to life. I looked up and still no reaction. Just deep breathing. It must have grown to a good 8 inches. That's when I shimmied between his legs and took his cock into my mouth and tried to swallow as much as I could. After a while a few low groans came from my Grandfather but I couldn't stop. I needed to taste his white hot load. The groans got louder and suddenly I knew my grandpa was awake when I felt his hands holding the back of my head as I blew his massive dick and massaged his balls. The groans grew even louder and when I felt his cock begin to twitch I knew I was close to my goal. He wailed out as a thick stream of cum spurted out over and over again from his cock slit. I swallowed as much as I could, but there was so much some seeped out of the corner of my mouth. I looked up to see he had rolled his eyes to the back of his head and that he was now sitting up somewhat. He then fell back into his pillow and let out along happy groan. Special Sailor. I was on the train going north to see my Grandfather. I used to spend every school holiday up there with him as a child, but going straight out of studying hard for my A-levels and into my first year of Uni it had been a couple of years at least since I had last stayed with him. My family wasn't exactly close, as an only child I felt lonely a lot of the time when I was younger. He was my only living Grandparent, and I his only grandchild, so Grandad was really the only person in the family I had a close bond with. I was lucky because he was always interested in what I was doing at home or at school. My parents were always quick to unload me on him at the end of every term and have a week in the Sun by themselves, but I was more than happy to go and stay with him. He always made me feel special and talented. He took me out on little adventures, to a museum or even just the local fields to feed the horses, little things like that. We always had a great time and I always learned something new every time I saw him, he was an endless fount of knowledge to me back then. The train journey had been long due to delays and it was already quite dark by the time we pulled in. I felt like walking after being sat on that stuffy train for so long, so made the journey to Grandad's on foot. It was a brisk autumn evening, my favourite time of year. I saw the porch light on as I turned the end of his short street, and I remembered how he would always put it on for our arrival when my parents would drop me off as a kid. I rang the door bell and the inner door opened. My Grandad walked forward and opened the front door with a huge gregarious grin. He rushed ahead, tidying up a few things, a book and his pipe, he must've been occupying himself with whilst waiting for me. I smelt the pipe smoke as soon as he opened the door. Neither of my parents smoked and I didn't like the smell of cigarettes, but there was always something comforting about the sweet, thick smell of his pipe tobacco. I would sit on his knee as a kid and watch him puff and toke on the pipe. Grandad was always an imposing man visually but never in temperament. The pipe smoke stained that thick, combed moustache he always had. As a child every time I visited it seemed he would alternate between just that wiry white moustache and rough stubble or a full marble coloured beard that covered his entire jaw line and crept up his round cheeks. I used to tease him and say he looked like Captain Birdseye, so he got to calling me his "special sailor" which stuck ever since and actually did make me feel special. Even back then as a child it seemed old fashioned for him to smoke a pipe. The lingering scent always hung around on his favourite armchair or his heavy overcoat. That familiar scent made me feel comfortable and safe. There was a mystique about the ritual of his pipe that I found fascinating back then. On trips in to town we would always stop off at the tobacconist he frequented and he'd buy me some sweets or a comic book from the rack outside the little hole in the wall. I doubt the shop is still there, it seemed out of time even then. He finished tidying and he came over and hugged me. His gruff whiskers scratched my cheek as we embraced and I was instantly reminded of when I was a child and we would play-wrestle in the back garden. It was hardly a fair fight as large as he was. I was totally enveloped in that musky pipe odour now as then and I felt relaxed in a way I hadn't felt all year. It made me realise how stressed I'd been since starting University. But all that melted away as he held me close, not letting go for what seemed like forever. We caught up over dinner. He'd made some of my childhood favourites and I didn't have the heart to tell him I hadn't eaten half of those things in years, but it all made me feel comfortable and wanted again, just like it did back then. After dinner he said "Why don't you get freshened up lad, you probably need it after the journey up here. The day's hustle and bustle washed away with the suds and I felt invigorated as I dried off. I picked out a fresh t-shirt and pyjama pants from my bag since it was already late and looked around the room. I remembered how cosy it seemed as a child, like a safe little cocoon. I sat on the end of the bed looking at the crisp white pillow and saw memories of Grandad tucking me in at night and kissing my forehead. He'd switch on a nightlight and leave the door ajar slightly. I still liked a dim light on to get to sleep even now, I guess I never grew out of it. I came out of my old room freshly changed and picked up the clothes I'd arrived in from outside the bathroom, as I stood up I caught a glimpse through the open crack of the bathroom door, Grandad was drying himself off with a large white towel. He must've gone for a shower right after me whilst I was in my room drifting down memory lane. He had his back to me with one leg up on the side of the bathtub and was rubbing down from his tubby to his crotch and back again with the towel. His balls flopped out from under the towel as he dried off down there and my eyes widened at what I was seeing. They were absolutely huge! I'd never seen a nutsack so heavy and round, it looked like two fuzzy peaches ready to ripen off the branch! They were covered in long wisps of white hair and swung freely from his body. For a split second I was mesmerized by them and I dropped some of the bundle of clothes in my arms, and I must've left my keys in my jeans pocket because there was a horrible clang as they hit the varnished wooden floor. I scrambled down to collected them but daren't break line of sight with Grandad for a split second. My eyes moved up and I saw he was looking back at me in the reflection of the mirror, hand still cupping towel and balls together as if frozen in time. He had a stern, confused look on his face, one I remember from a child when I spilt paint on the carpet and he came in the room - that same surprised look I found difficult to read. I scrambled for the dropped clothes and scurried off along the hall, downstairs and straight in to the kitchen as far as I could get in the house from the bathroom. I stuffed the clothes in to the washing machine and sooner after heard the stairs creak to the pace of his heavy footsteps, followed by the familiar wood groan of his favourite armchair. My heart was beating so fast, I didn't want to go back in to the lounge for fear of what he was going to say, I didn't want my Grandpa to think less of me because I was gay, less so because he thought I was some kind of peeping tom. I'd never actually sat down and come out to my parents, but they weren't stupid, they knew. It wasn't that they accepted it or not, I just don't think they cared enough about it either way. They'd always let me do what I wanted, not from a sense of parental freedom, but that they were too wrapped up in their own lives to notice. Along as I was doing well in school, they pretty much left me to my own devices. Anyway, I didn't care what they thought, but Grandad was different. I always held his opinion in the highest regard and never wanted him to think less of me for any reason. I busied myself in the kitchen, quietly, I daren't even breath too loud, but I froze as I heard him bellow sternly from the other room: I really didn't want anything to change our relationship. As I came back in to the lounge I was met with the sight of him in his favourite dressing gown, a dark forest green towelled bath robe he'd had for as long as I could remember. His thick hairless calves were straddled wide apart in that big armchair but the long robe covered everything else from below his knees upwards. He reached over to the side table for his favourite pipe and clenched it in his mouth as he reached again for the box of matches, saying to me out of the corner of his mouth; "Sorry about that, I should've closed the door. I forget you're not a little boy any more, you're a grown man". He rested back in the chair as he lit the pipe and puffed thick clouds in to the air. Now he wasn't sitting forward, his robe was more open that it first appeared and the sides gently folded apart to reveal thick wisps of white chest hair around his neck that grew in volume as they went down and seemed to get impossibly dense just where the robe tied, obstructing my view any further. I always knew he was hairy, you could see those same hairs peeking up around his collar, but this was the first time I'd seen how far down the trail spread and how bushy it got below the neckline. I always smoked this old pipe and you never once complained or coughed. I used to love your stories and I've always liked the smell of your pipe, it reminds me of this time of year when I'd always stay here in the school break. He said sharply but with humour. Come on and see for yourself! Of course I would love to sit on his knee again like I did back then, but this couldn't be real, surely it was some kind of test, he was going to grill me about spying on him. You are off out in the big world soon, and I want one more holiday weekend with my favourite lad before he's off on his own adventures forever I unconsciously lurched to stand up but his hand gripped around my waist and stopped me from moving. He was right, he was still strong. But tell me what you were doing at the bathroom door". I was picking up my clothes from the floor". When have you ever lied to your old man? He held the pipe between his teeth as he waited for an answer and put the freed hand down on my thigh and rubbed reassuringly with a concerned but kindly raised eyebrow. You must've seen some of the other lads in your dorm at Uni, have they got a pair of bollocks as big as your old man's?! Yours definitely win the prize! Very good story well put together and written please keep it coming. 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Public Nudity. Kinky Girls. Girl's Dares. Single Hot Moms. Hot Dares. His cock was still half stiff. He lathered up and began to rinse. The hot water felt great so he stood there with the water running down over his body. He lathered up his chest and his balls and cock. He peeled the foreskin back over his golf ball knob and rubbed soap all around it. He finished by rinsing all the soapy water off his body. He turned off the water, grabbed his towel and began to towel off. He took most of the water off then went into the sauna to finish. There were a couple of guys making out so he dried himself quickly, put his towel on and left. When Barry got back to his room he decided that he had had enough and he got dressed to leave. All the while he was showering and getting dressed he was thinking about the great time he had just had and whether or not Wally would show up for their next meeting. Barry handed in his towel and key and headed for his car. Staying at Grandpa's. My parents decided to go on a couples vacation so that meant that I had to stay behind. Fortunately that meant I would be staying at my grandfather's house. My grandmother had just passed away so my parents thought that it might be good to give him some family company. Kinda like killing two birds with one stone. I didn't mind though. I've always thought the old guy was hot. He was in his late 50s but he always took care of his physique and it showed. He looked a lot like my father but with salt and pepper hair and a nice hairy chest to match. Even the way his clothes hung off of him dripped with his heat. I planned on making my stay with him a memorable one. After waving away my parents as they gradually grew smaller down the dirt road, my grandfather showed me in. You can either sleep on the hide-away bed in the living room, which is uncomfortable as hell, or you can sleep with me. I'll let you decide. I don't mind sleeping with you if you don't mind. Let's get you settled in. When evening arrived my heart began to beat a little faster. Then at If you want to go to the mall tomorrow we'll probably have to get an early start. Do you want to shower first? I'll brush my teeth while you shower. I hope you don't mind. I walked into the bathroom completely naked as Grandpa was coming up the stairs. Me and dad do it all the time. Is it ok? Just took me by surprise is all. Only you and me in the house now anyway. My grandfather brushed his teeth as he said, but I noticed he looked at me out of the corner of his eyes through the clear glass shower door as I coyly cleaned my cock. He then left the room and I finished. I got out and dried off when my grandfather came around the corner completely naked, making his way to the shower. I about passed out. My heart about jumped out of my chest. My turn. It was more gorgeous than I had thought. I guess I starred longer than I thought because before long he was done and I still had my toothbrush in hand. We then made our way to the bedroom. I spirit fell when I saw a set of pajamas layed out on the bed. It feels much better. I do it all the time.. I never even did that when your grandmother was alive. I love sleeping nude. Do you mind? You don't mind sleeping in the same bed with your old fart of a Grandpa with no clothes on? I'm game. In the middle of the night I woke up and pulled the blankets down to our thighes. God he looked great. I cupped his balls and let them roll around in the palm of my hand. I looked up at his face and he was still asleep. That's when I knew I was in the clear. With my other hand I grabbed his thick uncut dick and pulled down the foreskin. His cock head shown in the moonlight from the nearby window. My mouth watered. I pushed the skin over and off his cock head a few times and felt it grow to life. I looked up and still no reaction. Just deep breathing. It must have grown to a good 8 inches. That's when I shimmied between his legs and took his cock into my mouth and tried to swallow as much as I could. After a while a few low groans came from my Grandfather but I couldn't stop. I needed to taste his white hot load. The groans got louder and suddenly I knew my grandpa was awake when I felt his hands holding the back of my head as I blew his massive dick and massaged his balls. The groans grew even louder and when I felt his cock begin to twitch I knew I was close to my goal. He wailed out as a thick stream of cum spurted out over and over again from his cock slit. I swallowed as much as I could, but there was so much some seeped out of the corner of my mouth. I looked up to see he had rolled his eyes to the back of his head and that he was now sitting up somewhat. He then fell back into his pillow and let out along happy groan. Special Sailor. I was on the train going north to see my Grandfather. I used to spend every school holiday up there with him as a child, but going straight out of studying hard for my A-levels and into my first year of Uni it had been a couple of years at least since I had last stayed with him. My family wasn't exactly close, as an only child I felt lonely a lot of the time when I was younger. He was my only living Grandparent, and I his only grandchild, so Grandad was really the only person in the family I had a close bond with. I was lucky because he was always interested in what I was doing at home or at school. My parents were always quick to unload me on him at the end of every term and have a week in the Sun by themselves, but I was more than happy to go and stay with him. He always made me feel special and talented. He took me out on little adventures, to a museum or even just the local fields to feed the horses, little things like that. We always had a great time and I always learned something new every time I saw him, he was an endless fount of knowledge to me back then. The train journey had been long due to delays and it was already quite dark by the time we pulled in. I felt like walking after being sat on that stuffy train for so long, so made the journey to Grandad's on foot. It was a brisk autumn evening, my favourite time of year. I saw the porch light on as I turned the end of his short street, and I remembered how he would always put it on for our arrival when my parents would drop me off as a kid. I rang the door bell and the inner door opened. My Grandad walked forward and opened the front door with a huge gregarious grin. He rushed ahead, tidying up a few things, a book and his pipe, he must've been occupying himself with whilst waiting for me. I smelt the pipe smoke as soon as he opened the door. Neither of my parents smoked and I didn't like the smell of cigarettes, but there was always something comforting about the sweet, thick smell of his pipe tobacco. I would sit on his knee as a kid and watch him puff and toke on the pipe. Grandad was always an imposing man visually but never in temperament. The pipe smoke stained that thick, combed moustache he always had. As a child every time I visited it seemed he would alternate between just that wiry white moustache and rough stubble or a full marble coloured beard that covered his entire jaw line and crept up his round cheeks. I used to tease him and say he looked like Captain Birdseye, so he got to calling me his "special sailor" which stuck ever since and actually did make me feel special. Even back then as a child it seemed old fashioned for him to smoke a pipe. The lingering scent always hung around on his favourite armchair or his heavy overcoat. That familiar scent made me feel comfortable and safe. There was a mystique about the ritual of his pipe that I found fascinating back then. On trips in to town we would always stop off at the tobacconist he frequented and he'd buy me some sweets or a comic book from the rack outside the little hole in the wall. I doubt the shop is still there, it seemed out of time even then. He finished tidying and he came over and hugged me. His gruff whiskers scratched my cheek as we embraced and I was instantly reminded of when I was a child and we would play-wrestle in the back garden. It was hardly a fair fight as large as he was. I was totally enveloped in that musky pipe odour now as then and I felt relaxed in a way I hadn't felt all year. It made me realise how stressed I'd been since starting University. But all that melted away as he held me close, not letting go for what seemed like forever. We caught up over dinner. He'd made some of my childhood favourites and I didn't have the heart to tell him I hadn't eaten half of those things in years, but it all made me feel comfortable and wanted again, just like it did back then. After dinner he said "Why don't you get freshened up lad, you probably need it after the journey up here. The day's hustle and bustle washed away with the suds and I felt invigorated as I dried off. I picked out a fresh t-shirt and pyjama pants from my bag since it was already late and looked around the room. I remembered how cosy it seemed as a child, like a safe little cocoon. I sat on the end of the bed looking at the crisp white pillow and saw memories of Grandad tucking me in at night and kissing my forehead. He'd switch on a nightlight and leave the door ajar slightly. I still liked a dim light on to get to sleep even now, I guess I never grew out of it. I came out of my old room freshly changed and picked up the clothes I'd arrived in from outside the bathroom, as I stood up I caught a glimpse through the open crack of the bathroom door, Grandad was drying himself off with a large white towel. He must've gone for a shower right after me whilst I was in my room drifting down memory lane. He had his back to me with one leg up on the side of the bathtub and was rubbing down from his tubby to his crotch and back again with the towel. His balls flopped out from under the towel as he dried off down there and my eyes widened at what I was seeing. They were absolutely huge! I'd never seen a nutsack so heavy and round, it looked like two fuzzy peaches ready to ripen off the branch! They were covered in long wisps of white hair and swung freely from his body. For a split second I was mesmerized by them and I dropped some of the bundle of clothes in my arms, and I must've left my keys in my jeans pocket because there was a horrible clang as they hit the varnished wooden floor. I scrambled down to collected them but daren't break line of sight with Grandad for a split second. My eyes moved up and I saw he was looking back at me in the reflection of the mirror, hand still cupping towel and balls together as if frozen in time. He had a stern, confused look on his face, one I remember from a child when I spilt paint on the carpet and he came in the room - that same surprised look I found difficult to read. I scrambled for the dropped clothes and scurried off along the hall, downstairs and straight in to the kitchen as far as I could get in the house from the bathroom. I stuffed the clothes in to the washing machine and sooner after heard the stairs creak to the pace of his heavy footsteps, followed by the familiar wood groan of his favourite armchair. My heart was beating so fast, I didn't want to go back in to the lounge for fear of what he was going to say, I didn't want my Grandpa to think less of me because I was gay, less so because he thought I was some kind of peeping tom. I'd never actually sat down and come out to my parents, but they weren't stupid, they knew. It wasn't that they accepted it or not, I just don't think they cared enough about it either way. They'd always let me do what I wanted, not from a sense of parental freedom, but that they were too wrapped up in their own lives to notice. Along as I was doing well in school, they pretty much left me to my own devices. Anyway, I didn't care what they thought, but Grandad was different. I always held his opinion in the highest regard and never wanted him to think less of me for any reason. I busied myself in the kitchen, quietly, I daren't even breath too loud, but I froze as I heard him bellow sternly from the other room: I really didn't want anything to change our relationship. As I came back in to the lounge I was met with the sight of him in his favourite dressing gown, a dark forest green towelled bath robe he'd had for as long as I could remember. His thick hairless calves were straddled wide apart in that big armchair but the long robe covered everything else from below his knees upwards. He reached over to the side table for his favourite pipe and clenched it in his mouth as he reached again for the box of matches, saying to me out of the corner of his mouth; "Sorry about that, I should've closed the door. I forget you're not a little boy any more, you're a grown man". He rested back in the chair as he lit the pipe and puffed thick clouds in to the air. Now he wasn't sitting forward, his robe was more open that it first appeared and the sides gently folded apart to reveal thick wisps of white chest hair around his neck that grew in volume as they went down and seemed to get impossibly dense just where the robe tied, obstructing my view any further. I always knew he was hairy, you could see those same hairs peeking up around his collar, but this was the first time I'd seen how far down the trail spread and how bushy it got below the neckline. I always smoked this old pipe and you never once complained or coughed. I used to love your stories and I've always liked the smell of your pipe, it reminds me of this time of year when I'd always stay here in the school break. He said sharply but with humour. Come on and see for yourself! Of course I would love to sit on his knee again like I did back then, but this couldn't be real, surely it was some kind of test, he was going to grill me about spying on him. You are off out in the big world soon, and I want one more holiday weekend with my favourite lad before he's off on his own adventures forever I unconsciously lurched to stand up but his hand gripped around my waist and stopped me from moving. He was right, he was still strong. But tell me what you were doing at the bathroom door". I was picking up my clothes from the floor". When have you ever lied to your old man? He held the pipe between his teeth as he waited for an answer and put the freed hand down on my thigh and rubbed reassuringly with a concerned but kindly raised eyebrow. You must've seen some of the other lads in your dorm at Uni, have they got a pair of bollocks as big as your old man's?! Yours definitely win the prize! I never once knew you to have a girlfriend except in primary school and that doesn't count, playing kiss-catch in the playground. Charles was able to try and fondle Jessie from this position and he followed the curve of her shoulder to her chest. 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For some reason he felt uncomfortable with the other man who just came in. He backed up and leaned against the wall. He was all sweaty and, hard as a rock. He hung his towel over himself so that he wasn't so exposed. One of the pair in the corner, and then the other, left the room. Wally could easily tell that the man who had just entered, was a very good looking man. He wasn't sure how good looking because he was too far away. When he got a little closer he could see who it was. He had seen him here a couple of times. He was pretty grumpy and never seemed to be interested. He was gorgeous. Wally eased his way to Barry's side and began to stroke his thigh with the back of his hand. Barry didn't move. He had hoped that he would be able to get together with the young man that he had seen here before. Wally continued to stroke Barry's leg until he had his hand under his towel. As he felt Barry's balls, he twisted his hand upward and craddled Barry's stiffening cock. Wally stood and closed the gap between himself and the man. He was a few inches shorted but he was well put together. Wally allowed his hands to drift aimlessly over Barry's body. The two of them wrapped around each other and began to kiss each other. As they kissed, they caressed each other. After a while they broke and with a consenting head nod, they left the sauna. As soon as they got out of the sauna, Wally could see just how good looking Barry was. He was a little overweight but he carried it well. His wide shoulders seemed to compensate somehow. He introduced himself as Wally. Soon, they headed off to Barry's room. Before even taking off the towels, Wally grabbed Barry and they resumed where they left off in the sauna. They stood there for a few minutes, enjoying the thrill of exploring for the first time. Wally was all over Barry. Hugging and kissing and caressing every inch of his body. Barry was doing the same. Before long they could find no unexplored areas with their hands and decided it was time to get on the bed and begin exploring with their mouths. Wally sat up over Barry. Barry lay back with his head on the pillow and his arms behind his head. His cock stood straight out, pointing to the ceiling. Barry looked at it hungerally but resisted and went straight for Barry's face. He settled down on top of Barry's cock while sliding his between Barry's legs. Time for more kissing. Wally thought Barry was very good looking and he wanted to spend as much time with him as possible. He wanted to enjoy every minute of it. But, there was only so much he could take. He began to roam south with his kisses and eventually it became apparent that Wally was heading toward Barry's cock. He began planting kisses on Barry's tits then licking his belly. He pressed his tongue against Barry's abdomen just above his cock. He began to kiss him all over the place but was careful not to touch his cock. He continued with his kissed down and around Barry's cock. He planted them all over his balls and even sucked on them a little bit. Not hard at all. Wally didn't like having his balls sucked hard. It hurt. So he was always very careful not to suck to hard on them. He figured it must hurt for others as well. He kept planting kisses on Barry's body until he got to his knees. He peppered Barry's thighs with kisses and licks as he worked his way back towards Barry's cock. Wally could taste the cock in his mouth before he got there. He wanted it so bad. He had to fight the urge to rush the trip to Barry's cock. He reached up and took hold of Barry's cock as his mouth got close. Holding the cock in his hand he could figure its size to be about 6 inches and nice and round. It was a good size and best of all it had a nize head on it. Bigger than the shaft and nicely smooth. This was one of Walley's favourite kind of cock shapes. When Wally got to Barry's cock it was sporting a wet stripe down the side of it's head where a glob of precum had ran. Another glob of precum was pooling at the opening. It was too much to resist. Wally wrapped his mouth around the head and closed on it, swooping up the droplet of precum and washing the taste of it around in his mouth. It was the sweetest of sweet. Precum was a rare commodity and better than any other liquid. Barry drifted into ecstacy and Wally proceeded with sucking his cock. Wally was able to take the whole cock in his mouth and press his jaw against Barry's pelvis. Barry's cockhead was long enough to pass the gag reflex and nuzzle nicely in the back of the throat. It was a nice feeling to have his cock sliding in and out unobstructed with gagging and coughing. His cock fit perfectly. It didn't take long for Barry to start showing signs of impending orgasm. That was no good so Wally stopped immediatly and moved back to kissing. 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As his finger stoked Barry's prostate, Barry's cock hardened to an all time high and the pulsation of a massive load worked its way into Wally's mouth. The sensation was like a jolt of electricity that centered its power in his cock. Barry tighted up a bit and changed his sucking at the moment he began to cum and that, combined with the taste of Barry's cum in his mouth, made him cum. Barry and Wally both spent themselves and crumpled into a heap. Wally was surprised at how little cum was in his mouth. He didn't even need to spit. Barry had shot his load so strongly and so deep that it shot straight down. Just the salty cum aftertaste was left over. It was a great cocksucking session and Wally had had a great time. He met a great guy. He looked at the business card and read the name and number one more time. Barry, eat-cock. What a great card. And, his real phone number. Before they split up they had made a date to meet in a week or so. Wally was hoping that Barry would show up for their next date. Christ, he was good looking Wally realized that it was quite late and so he decided to go home. The traffic should be alright by now. He got dressed and left. He took a stroll past Barry's room on the way out but it was locked. He dropped off his towel, handed in his key and headed for the car. When Wally left, Barry lay back and closed his eyes. He lay there for several minutes before he decided to get a shower and head for home. He went into the shower stall and hung his towel on the hook. His cock was still half stiff. He lathered up and began to rinse. The hot water felt great so he stood there with the water running down over his body. He lathered up his chest and his balls and cock. He peeled the foreskin back over his golf ball knob and rubbed soap all around it. He finished by rinsing all the soapy water off his body. He turned off the water, grabbed his towel and began to towel off. He took most of the water off then went into the sauna to finish. There were a couple of guys making out so he dried himself quickly, put his towel on and left. When Barry got back to his room he decided that he had had enough and he got dressed to leave. All the while he was showering and getting dressed he was thinking about the great time he had just had and whether or not Wally would show up for their next meeting. Barry handed in his towel and key and headed for his car. Staying at Grandpa's. My parents decided to go on a couples vacation so that meant that I had to stay behind. Fortunately that meant I would be staying at my grandfather's house. My grandmother had just passed away so my parents thought that it might be good to give him some family company. Kinda like killing two birds with one stone. I didn't mind though. I've always thought the old guy was hot. He was in his late 50s but he always took care of his physique and it showed. He looked a lot like my father but with salt and pepper hair and a nice hairy chest to match. Even the way his clothes hung off of him dripped with his heat. I planned on making my stay with him a memorable one. After waving away my parents as they gradually grew smaller down the dirt road, my grandfather showed me in. You can either sleep on the hide-away bed in the living room, which is uncomfortable as hell, or you can sleep with me. I'll let you decide. I don't mind sleeping with you if you don't mind. Let's get you settled in. When evening arrived my heart began to beat a little faster. Then at If you want to go to the mall tomorrow we'll probably have to get an early start. Do you want to shower first? I'll brush my teeth while you shower. I hope you don't mind. I walked into the bathroom completely naked as Grandpa was coming up the stairs. Me and dad do it all the time. Is it ok? Just took me by surprise is all. Only you and me in the house now anyway. My grandfather brushed his teeth as he said, but I noticed he looked at me out of the corner of his eyes through the clear glass shower door as I coyly cleaned my cock. He then left the room and I finished. I got out and dried off when my grandfather came around the corner completely naked, making his way to the shower. I about passed out. My heart about jumped out of my chest. My turn. It was more gorgeous than I had thought. I guess I starred longer than I thought because before long he was done and I still had my toothbrush in hand. We then made our way to the bedroom. I spirit fell when I saw a set of pajamas layed out on the bed. It feels much better. I do it all the time.. I never even did that when your grandmother was alive. I love sleeping nude. Do you mind? You don't mind sleeping in the same bed with your old fart of a Grandpa with no clothes on? I'm game. In the middle of the night I woke up and pulled the blankets down to our thighes. God he looked great. I cupped his balls and let them roll around in the palm of my hand. I looked up at his face and he was still asleep. That's when I knew I was in the clear. With my other hand I grabbed his thick uncut dick and pulled down the foreskin. His cock head shown in the moonlight from the nearby window. My mouth watered. I pushed the skin over and off his cock head a few times and felt it grow to life. I looked up and still no reaction. Just deep breathing. It must have grown to a good 8 inches. That's when I shimmied between his legs and took his cock into my mouth and tried to swallow as much as I could. He held her head in his hands and gently kissed this sweet woman. Charles stood in disbelief and with a shrug of his shoulders began to undress. He carefully placed his clothing on a vacant chair and was amazed at the state of his cock. The way he had to stretch his underpants around it reminded him of those lustful teen years so long ago. He felt rather silly sitting there naked with his dick pointing skyward and briefly wondered if he was being set up, but this was immediately dismissed when Jessie returned. She had let her hair down and was wearing only a see through nightgown over lacy black underwear. She dimmed the light, came over to him and sat on the floor at his feet. Charles could only sit there dumbfounded as Jessie proceeded to mouth his eager cock. Apparently she had forgotten very little over the years and it embarrassed him to think what a damn fine cocksucker this granny was. Jessie pulled his cock to the back of her mouth then clamped her gums tightly around his cock and chewed back toward the head. She only did this twice before Charles lost it as his cum emptied into her mouth, she kept the biting motion going which gave Charles orgasmic feelings like never before. Let me describe her. She has blond hair tied in bun, blue eyes, gorgeous face with a full figure though not over weight but filled out in all the right places. She wore a black leather skirt to her knees with matching boots a white silk top that covered her full 38 inch breast. She smelled delicious and like a mid-age model. I led her into the room and we sat on my bed. I find you very attractive but I am married so if we have a relationship it will be on my terms. Women like to be kissed held and made love to very tenderly. I looked into her beautiful blue eyes and kissed her lips very softly. Then I kissed her neck, working my way down to her cleavage. I unbuttoned her top and kissed her milky white breast. I unbuttoned her blouse and took it off very carefully. She reached behind her and undid her bra for me. Her breast sagged a little but she had rosy pink little nipples and a big circle around them a little darker with little bumps on them. 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After dinner he said "Why don't you get freshened up lad, you probably need it after the journey up here. The day's hustle and bustle washed away with the suds and I felt invigorated as I dried off. I picked out a fresh t-shirt and pyjama pants from my bag since it was already late and looked around the room.

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He wasn't sure how good looking because he was too far away. When he got a little closer he could see who it was. He had seen him here a couple of times. He was pretty grumpy and never seemed to be interested. He was gorgeous. Wally eased his way to Barry's side and began to stroke his thigh with the back of his hand. Barry didn't move. He had hoped that he would be able to get together with the young man that he had seen here before. Wally continued to stroke Barry's leg until he had his hand under his towel. As he felt Barry's balls, he twisted his hand upward and craddled Barry's stiffening cock. Wally stood and closed the gap between himself and the man. He was a few inches shorted but he was well put together. Wally allowed his hands to drift aimlessly over Barry's body. The two of them wrapped around each other and began to kiss each other. As they kissed, they caressed each other. After a while they broke and with a consenting head nod, they left the sauna. As soon as they got out of the sauna, Wally could see just how good looking Barry was. He was a little overweight but he carried it well. His wide shoulders seemed to compensate somehow. He introduced himself as Wally. Soon, they headed off to Barry's room. Before even taking off the towels, Wally grabbed Barry and they resumed where they left off in the sauna. They stood there for a few minutes, enjoying the thrill of exploring for the first time. Wally was all over Barry. Hugging and kissing and caressing every inch of his body. Barry was doing the same. Before long they could find no unexplored areas with their hands and decided it was time to get on the bed and begin exploring with their mouths. Wally sat up over Barry. Barry lay back with his head on the pillow and his arms behind his head. His cock stood straight out, pointing to the ceiling. Barry looked at it hungerally but resisted and went straight for Barry's face. He settled down on top of Barry's cock while sliding his between Barry's legs. Time for more kissing. Wally thought Barry was very good looking and he wanted to spend as much time with him as possible. He wanted to enjoy every minute of it. But, there was only so much he could take. He began to roam south with his kisses and eventually it became apparent that Wally was heading toward Barry's cock. He began planting kisses on Barry's tits then licking his belly. He pressed his tongue against Barry's abdomen just above his cock. He began to kiss him all over the place but was careful not to touch his cock. He continued with his kissed down and around Barry's cock. He planted them all over his balls and even sucked on them a little bit. Not hard at all. Wally didn't like having his balls sucked hard. It hurt. So he was always very careful not to suck to hard on them. He figured it must hurt for others as well. He kept planting kisses on Barry's body until he got to his knees. He peppered Barry's thighs with kisses and licks as he worked his way back towards Barry's cock. Wally could taste the cock in his mouth before he got there. He wanted it so bad. He had to fight the urge to rush the trip to Barry's cock. He reached up and took hold of Barry's cock as his mouth got close. Holding the cock in his hand he could figure its size to be about 6 inches and nice and round. It was a good size and best of all it had a nize head on it. Bigger than the shaft and nicely smooth. This was one of Walley's favourite kind of cock shapes. When Wally got to Barry's cock it was sporting a wet stripe down the side of it's head where a glob of precum had ran. Another glob of precum was pooling at the opening. It was too much to resist. Wally wrapped his mouth around the head and closed on it, swooping up the droplet of precum and washing the taste of it around in his mouth. It was the sweetest of sweet. Precum was a rare commodity and better than any other liquid. Barry drifted into ecstacy and Wally proceeded with sucking his cock. Wally was able to take the whole cock in his mouth and press his jaw against Barry's pelvis. Barry's cockhead was long enough to pass the gag reflex and nuzzle nicely in the back of the throat. It was a nice feeling to have his cock sliding in and out unobstructed with gagging and coughing. His cock fit perfectly. It didn't take long for Barry to start showing signs of impending orgasm. That was no good so Wally stopped immediatly and moved back to kissing. The kissing didn't last very long before Barry made the move towards a Once the decision was made, the move to the position only took seconds. Barry's mouth engulphed Wally's cock. Wally was in heaven with his cock in Barry's hot mouth. Barry had already started to pump on Wally's cock when Wally dove on Barry's cock once more. This was a good position and Wally was soon well into a good cock sucking. As he sucked he began to press a finger against Barry's asshole. Barry responded with a little jerk. A positive jerk. With a little bit of fancy handwork, Wally was able to get a bit of spit and apply it to Barry's asshole. He never stopped sucking him and now was able to work a finger into Barry's tight hole. Barry became more and more excited as the sucking and ass invadement continued. Wally was feeling the start of an amazing orgasm as Barry continued to work on his cock. The buildup to orgarsm was short and unstoppable. As his finger stoked Barry's prostate, Barry's cock hardened to an all time high and the pulsation of a massive load worked its way into Wally's mouth. The sensation was like a jolt of electricity that centered its power in his cock. Barry tighted up a bit and changed his sucking at the moment he began to cum and that, combined with the taste of Barry's cum in his mouth, made him cum. Barry and Wally both spent themselves and crumpled into a heap. Wally was surprised at how little cum was in his mouth. He didn't even need to spit. Barry had shot his load so strongly and so deep that it shot straight down. Just the salty cum aftertaste was left over. It was a great cocksucking session and Wally had had a great time. He met a great guy. He looked at the business card and read the name and number one more time. Barry, eat-cock. What a great card. And, his real phone number. Before they split up they had made a date to meet in a week or so. Wally was hoping that Barry would show up for their next date. Christ, he was good looking Wally realized that it was quite late and so he decided to go home. The traffic should be alright by now. He got dressed and left. He took a stroll past Barry's room on the way out but it was locked. He dropped off his towel, handed in his key and headed for the car. When Wally left, Barry lay back and closed his eyes. He lay there for several minutes before he decided to get a shower and head for home. He went into the shower stall and hung his towel on the hook. His cock was still half stiff. He lathered up and began to rinse. The hot water felt great so he stood there with the water running down over his body. He lathered up his chest and his balls and cock. He peeled the foreskin back over his golf ball knob and rubbed soap all around it. He finished by rinsing all the soapy water off his body. He turned off the water, grabbed his towel and began to towel off. He took most of the water off then went into the sauna to finish. There were a couple of guys making out so he dried himself quickly, put his towel on and left. When Barry got back to his room he decided that he had had enough and he got dressed to leave. All the while he was showering and getting dressed he was thinking about the great time he had just had and whether or not Wally would show up for their next meeting. Barry handed in his towel and key and headed for his car. Staying at Grandpa's. 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