Sex And Grandmas New Man Friend The Beginning - Sex Stories

Sex And Grandmas New Man Friend The Beginning

... during that first day I was there, very touchy-feely. Ted was always patting me on the back or the shoulder whenever we passed each other. I was out in the back bringing out a sack of topsoil for Grandma, and after I set it down he came over and squeezed my bicep. &#034You must be a lot stronger than you look,&#034 Ted commented after checking out my muscle, and that was true because he was able to put his thumb and index finger almost all the way around my bicep, and then he slid his thumb up further. &#034Say Jeremy,&#034 he exclaimed while rubbing his thumb in my armpit. &#034Got a little hair under your arms already I see.&#034 I squirmed away giggling, wondering what he had expected. I mean, it wasn't like I was a k**, I was 18, even if I didn't look it. After he left I shook my head, more than a bit embarrassed but not only because I had a scrawny build. My dick actually tingled after Ted touched me, a sure sign that I was missing Nick already, and I suspected that this was going to be a long month of jacking off in the shower if my Grandma's boyfriend merely touching me had that effect. After dinner that night, I took a shower, enjoying the fact that I had my own bathroom at that end of the house. That meant not having to share the other one with Grandma any longer, and just like I had predicted I got myself off. When I came I was mostly thinking about Nick, but there was a bit of it inspired by Ted. I guessed that to be inspired by Ted's arms. They were muscular in ...

... a wiry way, and covered with grey hair so thickly it obscured a couple of old tattoos beneath. I started think about whether Ted and my Grandma did it, although that seemed far-fetched. When I pictured that scenario, it wasn't Grandma I visualized. It was Ted and those arms. Maybe it was because Ted's arms were like those of that man at the library, who insisted on giving me a ride home when it closed. That was a ten minute trip that took over an hour, but getting my first blow-job was worth it. I made sure my spunk made it down the drain before stepping out of the shower, and after drying I put on my robe and ducked into my room. The living room was dark, so I guessed that Ted had gone home and Grandma had turned in just like she said she would went I had said goodnight. After I put my pajama bottoms on I went out to the kitchen to get a drink, but before I went back to my room I heard some noise down at the other end of the hall. Since I had nothing to do and was nosy by nature, I went down to see what it was. Part of my job before was to make sure that if Grandma had any need for assistance, like being ill or falling down, Mom had always told me to keep an eye out for Grandma just in case something didn't sound right. That had never been necessary because while Grandma was petite and in her mid sixties, she was as healthy as I was. As I neared Grandma's bedroom door I stifled a giggle because on the other side of that door both of my earlier questions were being answered. ...