I laid down on the bed next to him, running my large hands along my step-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.
