It started on a hot Sunday afternoon, Father, when I went over to see my father-in-law. My mother-in-law and my wife had gone off to church. The old boy and I share a certain lack of piety.
My wife had begged me to go and see the old coot. He gets grumpy and lately things had been tense in their house which means things get tense in our house. My wife asked me to talk to him - try to sort him out. He wasn't expecting me, and he sometimes has a nap, so rather than disturb him I let myself in quietly. The atmosphere in the house was filled with the smells of cooked food - I could smell the heaviness of cabbage, potatoes, and casserole.
My father-in-law had just turned 82 and he doesn't hear very well. I thought he was snoring when I walked in, but he wasn't asleep on the sofa. He was panting as he was giving his cock an old school workout. I guess he figured while the mother-in-law was away he might as well take care of business. Probably precious little sex happening in that house otherwise.
I pulled out my phone and shot a video of him playing with his co - from pre-cum to him edging through to the moment when he shot his load up on to his belly. Still plenty of life in the old dog. My cock hardened up just watching him.
A few seconds after he splattered himself with cum, he turned around, and jumped with fright when he saw me standing there.
"Shit boy, don't you knock when you come in?"
He flushed. Angry, embarrassed.
"I didn't want to disturb you, and well... " I glanced at my phone.
"Hell, you didn't take photos of me did you?"
"No."
"Thank goodness for that."
"Why's that?"
"I don't want Shirl to know I still have a wank from time to time. She thinks it's disgusting. But sometimes ... you know."
"So, you don't want me to tell Shirl? Don't you think she'll be interested in the family photos?"
"You said you didn't take any photos, you bastard!"
"I didn't. See?" I ran the video for him. "Video. Grandpa-porn."
"Give me that camera!"
He made a start to grab it. I pushed him back on the sofa.
"Too late, I've already emailed copies out." I grinned at him.
He looked stunned and slumped back. He opened his mouth to say something, then stopped, mouth open, mute. Finally, "What do you want? Are you going to tell Shirl? Publish it on the web thing? It's not funny, you shit, it's a mean thing to do to an old man."
My cock was straining against my pants.
"Tell you what, give me a blow job and your secret's safe with me." I unpacked my cock and stepped closer to him. "Don't play the 'old man' card with me, you know the drill. Give me a blow job right here, right now, or the whole world - and Shirl - will know how you spend your Sundays."
He leaned forwards and stared at my cock. I noticed his cock was slowly re-awakening too.
"Come on," I said, "they'll be home soon. No, don't close your eyes. Open your mouth and get to work!"
He made a great effort. I guess he'd had a few and maybe even given a few blow jobs in his time. I was hot for him, and with him obeying my every command, I was ready to cum at any moment. His reluctance made it even better. I couldn't hold back any more - I cupped my hand around his neck and fired my load into his mouth. Just as well I held on to him, I nearly lost my balance. I pulled his face into my groin. It would've smelled pretty pungent there - I'd been working in the yard all morning and I hadn't showered.
I dropped to my knees and pulled his stretchy old-man pants down, freeing up his cock. He relaxed and let me get on with it. Maybe he thought the sooner this is over the better - all the fight seemed to have gone out of him. His cock was tender and I licked it like a lollipop. He moaned a little as I worked my tongue over his cock head and into his piss slit. I rolled his balls around, pinching and tugging to make him squirm.
He stroked my head while I worked on his cock. After some time he said softly, "It's ok son, I can't fire again, thanks anyway, that was real nice."
"Thank you too. Right, the girls will be here soon, so let me clean you up." I wiped him clean with a tissue. "Listen to me, I don't want you playing with yourself again, do you understand me, no more manhandling yourself?"
He looked down, flushed red.
"I'll come over next Sunday, and you can give me another blow job, and we'll see where we go to from there."
He looked like he was going to argue. I waggled the phone at him, and he gave in.
"Ok," he said. "Just one more, and then that's it. I don't care if you show Shirl, she knows I have a wank from time to time, so you're not going to get far."
I grinned.
I didn't have the heart to tell him I'd videoed the blow job he gave me as well.
My wife had begged me to go and see the old coot. He gets grumpy and lately things had been tense in their house which means things get tense in our house. My wife asked me to talk to him - try to sort him out. He wasn't expecting me, and he sometimes has a nap, so rather than disturb him I let myself in quietly. The atmosphere in the house was filled with the smells of cooked food - I could smell the heaviness of cabbage, potatoes, and casserole.
My father-in-law had just turned 82 and he doesn't hear very well. I thought he was snoring when I walked in, but he wasn't asleep on the sofa. He was panting as he was giving his cock an old school workout. I guess he figured while the mother-in-law was away he might as well take care of business. Probably precious little sex happening in that house otherwise.
I pulled out my phone and shot a video of him playing with his co - from pre-cum to him edging through to the moment when he shot his load up on to his belly. Still plenty of life in the old dog. My cock hardened up just watching him.
A few seconds after he splattered himself with cum, he turned around, and jumped with fright when he saw me standing there.
"Shit boy, don't you knock when you come in?"
He flushed. Angry, embarrassed.
"I didn't want to disturb you, and well... " I glanced at my phone.
"Hell, you didn't take photos of me did you?"
"No."
"Thank goodness for that."
"Why's that?"
"I don't want Shirl to know I still have a wank from time to time. She thinks it's disgusting. But sometimes ... you know."
"So, you don't want me to tell Shirl? Don't you think she'll be interested in the family photos?"
"You said you didn't take any photos, you bastard!"
"I didn't. See?" I ran the video for him. "Video. Grandpa-porn."
"Give me that camera!"
He made a start to grab it. I pushed him back on the sofa.
"Too late, I've already emailed copies out." I grinned at him.
He looked stunned and slumped back. He opened his mouth to say something, then stopped, mouth open, mute. Finally, "What do you want? Are you going to tell Shirl? Publish it on the web thing? It's not funny, you shit, it's a mean thing to do to an old man."
My cock was straining against my pants.
"Tell you what, give me a blow job and your secret's safe with me." I unpacked my cock and stepped closer to him. "Don't play the 'old man' card with me, you know the drill. Give me a blow job right here, right now, or the whole world - and Shirl - will know how you spend your Sundays."
He leaned forwards and stared at my cock. I noticed his cock was slowly re-awakening too.
"Come on," I said, "they'll be home soon. No, don't close your eyes. Open your mouth and get to work!"
He made a great effort. I guess he'd had a few and maybe even given a few blow jobs in his time. I was hot for him, and with him obeying my every command, I was ready to cum at any moment. His reluctance made it even better. I couldn't hold back any more - I cupped my hand around his neck and fired my load into his mouth. Just as well I held on to him, I nearly lost my balance. I pulled his face into my groin. It would've smelled pretty pungent there - I'd been working in the yard all morning and I hadn't showered.
I dropped to my knees and pulled his stretchy old-man pants down, freeing up his cock. He relaxed and let me get on with it. Maybe he thought the sooner this is over the better - all the fight seemed to have gone out of him. His cock was tender and I licked it like a lollipop. He moaned a little as I worked my tongue over his cock head and into his piss slit. I rolled his balls around, pinching and tugging to make him squirm.
He stroked my head while I worked on his cock. After some time he said softly, "It's ok son, I can't fire again, thanks anyway, that was real nice."
"Thank you too. Right, the girls will be here soon, so let me clean you up." I wiped him clean with a tissue. "Listen to me, I don't want you playing with yourself again, do you understand me, no more manhandling yourself?"
He looked down, flushed red.
"I'll come over next Sunday, and you can give me another blow job, and we'll see where we go to from there."
He looked like he was going to argue. I waggled the phone at him, and he gave in.
"Ok," he said. "Just one more, and then that's it. I don't care if you show Shirl, she knows I have a wank from time to time, so you're not going to get far."
I grinned.
I didn't have the heart to tell him I'd videoed the blow job he gave me as well.
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