I laid down on the bed next to him, running my large hands along my grandson’s slight body. His was toned and athletic, but considerably smaller than my body, which became well-stocked over the years. Luke kissed me, and I returned it. His lips were soft and sweet, and his stubble against mine was electric. We explored each other’s mouths for a long time, until his eager hands attacked the zipper of my jeans.
Luke had my big cock in his mouth with a confident speed I was unprepared for. I knew he had a boyfriend, but I had no idea I’d find out first-hand how well-practiced he was with blowjobs. Luke’s wet technique and swirling tongue left me cross-eyed, raggedy, and wild for more.
So now it was me, hands frenzied, who ripped away jeans. It was my first time seeing my trans grandson’s bare loins; I saw, for the first time, his t-dick nestled in the fur of his groin above his bonus hole. It was like opening a surprise present and finding something you never knew you needed under the paper. I buried my face between Luke’s legs, kissing his inner thighs and lapping up his juices. I took in the scent of his sex.
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