Hot College Stud's Dark Secret Ch. 04

The desk creaked as it rocked back and forth. Brad gripped the edge of the desk with both hands, bracing himself from the heavy thrusts. He could feel the sweat dripping on his perfectly sculpted body and on his face. He could hear the moans that were barely being held back. He opened his eyes and looked up at the man fervently fucking him, Professor Garry Meyer.

The old man was looking right back at him as he plowed his ass. His fat, ugly face was contorted from both the exertion and ecstasy of the fuck. It was a disgusting sight to behold, and filled Brad with shame. There was only one thing he could think to do at that moment.

Brad smiled, opened his mouth, and stuck his tongue out. Garry knew this was an invitation for him, one he gladly accepted. He lowered his face as close to Brad's as he could, which wasn't very close due to his huge gut getting in the way, gathered up the saliva in his mouth and promptly spat the huge glob straight into the boy's mouth.

The hot stud played with the thick wad of spit, showing it off to Garry like a prize, before swallowing it all.   The fat man's face lit up with joy and lust. Brad wanted to grab his face and pull him in for a kiss so badly, but the man's belly was too fucking big.   He desperately needed to taste Garry in his mouth though, so he opened it again, allowing the fatty to spit it in again.  

Brad wasn't satisfied though, and left his mouth open, signaling Garry to keep spitting. The sensation of the viscous saliva filling his mouth, and the nasty taste of it as he swallowed, caused his dick to start leaking precum.

At that moment, Brad's phone started vibrating on the pile of his clothes on the floor. Garry looked over to see who it was.

"It's Dan. Your coach must be looking for you. Is he strict with punctuality?" Garry asked.

"Yeah, he is. Especially with me because I'm the team captain. He'll be livid that I'm so late without having given any notice. I'm probably get tortured with an insane amount of extra drills," Brad answered.  

"Should I stop fucking you then? So you can go to your training already."

"NO! Please don't stop daddy."

"Why not? You're gonna get in trouble."

"It's fine. I can handle it. Just please don't stop fucking me."

"How late are you willing to be? What if you end up missing your training?

"It doesn't matter. I'll deal with it. I'll stay here as long as it takes."

"Oh? As long as it takes for what? Tell me what you want, boy."

"I.... as long as it takes for you to cum in me..." Brad said, the embarrassment evident in his voice.

"So you're willing to suffer the consequences of skipping out on your training unannounced, just so you can get fucked by a wildly obese old man and take his cum up your ass? That's pretty fucked up, boy. Tell me why you're going through all this trouble," said Garry.

The young stud's face suddenly turned as red as a tomato. He couldn't answer.

"If you don't tell me, I'm gonna have to stop," the fat man said.

"No! Please don't stop," begged Brad.

"Answer my question then," replied Garry.

"Because it feels so good to get fucked by you," said Brad.

"We both know that's not the truth. Not the full truth anyway. Oh well, I gave you a chance," Garry said as he stopped thrusting and began to pull out.

"NO! Wait, please don't. I... Okay, fine," the boy began in a hushed voice, his face now even more red than before.

"I get so turned on being used by disgusting men. It feels so degrading to get fucked by someone so repulsive. Having your cock and cum inside me makes me feel so dirty and ashamed of myself, and that drives me crazy horny," the hot stud admitted, his gaze focused on the plant sitting by the side of the room, unable to look Garry in the eye.

He had already admitted this to Garry before, but it felt as embarrassing and shameful saying now as it did the 1st time. It was, however, the truth. Brad got off on getting used by the fat old men he hooked up with because it makes him feel dirty, which in turn made him feel good and horny. The real kicker is, his face and body were immaculate. Everyone who would come across him assumed he might be some celebrity. That would be selling the young stud short though, because he was more handsome and hotter than any celebrity or model the world had ever seen. That he looked so good and let those disgusting men use him only made it even more fucked up, which really drove him crazy with lust.

The older man grabbed Brad's face and pointed it towards his own so that they were making direct eye contact.

"Good boy. I think you deserve a prize for being so honest," Garry said in a Sinister voice, as he covered Brad's mouth his his hand and then immediately began thrusting his cock all the way in and out of the smooth, tight hole of the youth.

Garry was now fucking Brad with the same vigor as in their first encounter, and this drove the sexy boy nuts. If it were not for Garry's gigantic hand muffling Brad's moans, the entire building would have heard his cries of pleasure.  

It wasn't long before Brad started cumming without either of them so much as touching his dick.   That he once again got the hot stud to cum hands free pushed Garry to his own orgasm, and he began filling up the boy's insides, barely able to contain his own screams.

"Holy shit daddy, that was so good," Brad said after Garry had pulled out and they both started getting dressed. He cleaned up quickly and head for the door as he was already running really late for training.

Before Brad shut the door behind him, he turned to Garry and asked, "Can I drop by tonight?"

"No can do. I am seeing some relatives that are in town for the week. But damn, it really turns me on how insatiable you are, you dirty little slut," Garry replied as he slapped Brad's ass, almost causing the young stud to release the pool of cum sitting in his guts.

"Okay then. See ya," the boy said, as he hurried to his training.

Garry having his own, large office in a secluded area in one of the older buildings on campus was extremely convenient for them both. The university administration made it seem like a privilege for him to have that office, but the truth was that the other faculty members found the way he looks really off-putting and bothersome because of how insanely obese and ugly he was, so they stuffed him far away, out of sight. The whale of a man used to resent them for this, but it turned out to be a blessing in disguise.

It had been almost 2 weeks since their first encounter, and they had been fucking nonstop ever since. During the day, they would find common free time and Brad would sneak off to Garry's office for a quickie, just as he did a few minutes ago. Then at night, after hitting the gym, Brad would head over to Garry's place which was only a block away,   to get properly fucked.  

It was still a mystery to Brad, and to even Garry himself, how the fat man managed to fuck Brad with the strength and stamina of an Olympic athlete in his physical prime despite being in his late fifties and absurdly, dangerously obese.  

Every basic task was demanding for Garry because of his size. Walking short distances would get him winded. Getting up from being seated required effort. Getting out of bed was a monumental task which required him to roll more often than not. Yet somehow, he could plow Brad with extreme force for literal hours without slowing down or dropping the intensity.

It was honestly something so spectacular that doctors or scientists would probably conduct studies on it. But Brad didn't need to know how or why Garry was able to fuck him that way, as long as he was able to.

Brad was so late for training already, and the pool was quite far from Garry's office, but he couldn't quite sprint for fear of the Garry's cum spilling out of his hole, so the best he could do was a brisk walk.  

When he finally got the pool, he went straight to the showers to get cleaned up and expel his daddy's seed so he could get in the water. However, before he could even set down his things, he heard his coach shouting his name from his office. so he head over.

"I'm sorry coach. I feel asleep in the library trying to study for my calculus exam later this week. I didn't mean to dip without leaving word. I'll do whatever extra drills you want," Brad said sincerely, as he really did love being captain of the swim team and took it very seriously.

"Well, normally I'd kick your ass with drills for pulling off something like this, but the Dean gave me a call earlier. He needs to talk to you about your potential scholarship for next year, so you need to drop by his office tomorrow afternoon. He also said to extend his congratulations to you for your stellar performance. He was in the crowd during the last competition. Because of that, I'm going to let it slide this time. But make sure it doesn't happen again.  

"Ah shit. Do you know if it's good or bad news for my scholarship?" asked Brad.

"No idea, sorry."

"Alright. Well thanks coach, and thanks for giving me a pass this time. It won't happen again," said Brad as he rushed off to the shower.

The stud was a bit worried that the dean wanted to see him in person regarding his scholarship. He had no idea if that was standard practice or not. Brad didn't actually need the scholarship as his family was well off and his parents paid for his tuition, but it would greatly boost his resume, and money saved is money saved.  

Later that night, Brad sat in his apartment going through the topics of his upcoming calculus exam. He lied to his coach about falling asleep in the library studying, but he really did have an exam that he needed to study for.  

It just dawned on Brad that this was the first night since he met Garry that he was not over at the older man's place getting fucked. He had dropped by after hitting the gym every night, and would get fucked until well past midnight each time. This distracted him from the fact that Chuck had to postpone their sauna escapade, so he was happy about that, but it also meant that he had little to no time at all for his academics, which he was now very far behind on. He was actually grateful for this opportunity to finally catch up.

The next day, during a morning class, Brad sent Garry a text.

"I have to go speak with the Dean at 3:30pm later. Can I drop by at 3:00pm for a snack?"

"Make it 3:10. I have a quick work call at 3 but it shouldn't be more than a few minutes," replied Garry.

At a little past 3, Brad discreetly made his way to Garry's office. He knocked on the door at 3:10 and was ushered in by the big man.

"So what snack will you be having today, son?" Garry asked.

"Chef's choice," Brad answered with a grin.

Brad had been dropping by Garry's office for quick fuck sessions. However, on occasions where they hard a particularly short amount of time,   instead of getting fucked, Brad would get a "snack". This snack was one of either suckling on Garry's tits, worshipping Garry's belly and fat rolls with his tongue and mouth, or eating his ass.

Garry dropped his pants and knelt down on the couch. Today's snack would be his ass.  

The young hunk got on his knees immediately and spread Garry's fat ass cheeks apart. He placed his tongue on the base of the man's crack then slowly licked all the way up. He repeated these slow licking motions with strong pressure, then started kissing around and on the hole. He switched back and forth between slow licks and wet kisses, before eventually picking up the pace,   flicking his tongue faster and faster. He was now working that hole like a dog licking  ice cream.

Before long, he buried his face between Garry's ass cheeks as best he could, reveling in the fat ass cheeks squishing his face, then stuck his tongue inside the man's hole.   He darted his tongue in and out of the hole, slithering it round and round, swiping as much of the insides as he could. He was eating Garry's ass like a starving lion, even moaning directly into his hole, the vibrations of which made the fat man shiver. As sweaty and musky as Garry's ass was, it was always extremely clean, both inside and out, which Brad appreciated.

As Brad feasted on Garry's ass, he reached for the man's fat 8-inch dick and began stroking it.   The young stud got so engrossed in eating his fat daddy's sweaty, hairy ass that he didn't realize his meeting with the dean would begin any minute now. Luckily, the hefty fella began to tense up, which told Brad that he was about to blow. He parted from the tasty cake and dove beneath his crotch, managing to get the dick in his mouth a split second before it erupted. He continued to stroke Garry's dick throughout his orgasm, milking every last drop from the gorgeous piece of meat into his mouth, savoring the disgusting taste.

As always, Brad didn't swallow immediately. He waited for Garry to, ever so slowly, turn around and face him, so he could show off the cum in his mouth. Garry stuck out his middle and index finger, which Brad started sucking with his mouth still full of cum. Garry swirled his fingers in the cum for a few seconds before making Brad swallow it all, which he did in one big gulp.

With that, Brad was off to the Dean's office, making a quick pitstop at the bathroom to wash his face and gargle with mouthwash. He couldn't exactly walk into the dean's office with the smell of cum all over his face and breath.

"Have a seat Mr. Parker," said Dean Willis.

"Thanks. You said you wanted to see me about my scholarship for next year?" Brad said.

"That's right. I have some good news for you. The scholarship will be granted to you next year if you are able to meet a few requirements," Willis replied.

"That's awesome! Thanks so much Dean Willis! What do I have to do to secure it?"

"You just have to maintain your current GPA. I also noticed your record indicates that you didn't join your team during the two outreach programs they participated in this year, so you will have to accomplish this as well."

"Oh, about that. I had every intention of joining, but coach said that I didn't need to, and that my duties as team captain would suffice," the youth answered.

"For maintaining your spot on the team, yes. However, for a scholarship, fulfilling the outreach requirement is a must. My assistant Sara can help with that on your way out," the dead said.

"Alright dean Willis, I'll make sure to get on that right away. Thank you again," Brad said as he head out of the dean's office and spoke to his assistant.

"Hi Sara, I'm Brad. Dean Willis said that you might be able to help me with joining an outreach program?"

"Hi Brad. Yes, I can help with you that. Here is a list of the outreach programs that are still running and that you can join at this time. You just need to pick which one you'd like to join and I will make the all the necessary arrangements for you," said Sara.

"Hmm... I don't really know what to choose. I'm actually falling behind with my studies right now, you know, with all the swim training. Is there any chance you can help me find one that would mesh well with my duties and schedule as the swim team captain?" Brad said, flashing that killer smile.  

His attempt at charming her succeeded, of course. Rare were the times that Brad was not able to sweep someone off their feet with his natural charms and unnaturally good looks.  

"Well, okay, here's the inside scoop! From the feedback I've heard from students that have participated in these programs, the nursing home was the easiest gig. You basically just hang out with an elderly person assigned to you for a few hours a couple of days each week. All you do is chat, play cards or board games, go for walks, you know, stuff like that. You basically just keep the person company and keep them entertained," Sara explained.

"That sounds perfect. I'd really appreciate it if you could assist me with getting into that program."

"Not a problem. Once everything is ironed out, I'll send an e-mail with all the details to the account registered on your file."

"Awesome! Thanks again, Sara," Brad said with a wink that made Sara's heart skip a beat, as he made his way out.

Saturday morning came, and it was going to be his first day at the nursing home. Brad decided to hit the gym before heading to the home because he had plans with his friends later that night and wouldn't be able to go then. The gym was unusually light for a Saturday so Brad's workout ended earlier than he expected, and he had some time before he needed to be at the nursing home. He decided to shoot Garry a text.

"Hey daddy, any chance you're home? Just finished at the gym and I'm dying for a snack."

"Just got in, actually, so that's perfect timing. Come on over," replied Garry.

Brad washed up in the gym shower and then head over to Garry's place a block over.

"Damn boy, you really hit the gym hard don't you? You muscles are always bulging like crazy when you come here after working out," said Garry in awe of the young hunk's muscles that were barely contained by the plain white t-shirt he was wearing. "No wonder you need a snack. What'll it be today?"

"I wanna feast on your big fat titties," answered Brad with lustful eyes.

Garry took off his shirt and sat himself down on the couch. Brad came close, grabbed the older man's gigantic, saggy manboob and started suckling on it like a baby breastfeeding.  

The whale of a man started leaking precum as the young stud made all kinds of noises as he devoured his tit. Out of the various "snacks," this was Garry's favorite because he could look at Brad's face as it happened, unlike when he eats his ass or worships his belly. When Brad suckles on his tits, he can see the pure bliss and lust in the boy's face as he feasted. It drove Garry wild knowing that someone as repulsive as him had someone as breathtakingly attractive as Brad desperate and willing to worship and be used by him.

While Garry could last for hours without cumming whenever he and Brad had proper fuck sessions, he by no means had erectile dysfunction and could cum within a shorter amount of time as well if he wanted to, which was usually the case for the boy's snack sessions.

Garry undid his pants and began stroking his dick. Within a few minutes, he announced he was cumming, and began exploding as Brad continued to suckle on his tits.

Despite his attention being fully directed at suckling on Garry, Brad managed to catch the man's load in his hands. The stud took it and started spreading it all over the Garry's tits.

"Yeah son, now you can drink daddy's milk," teased Garry, and drink it the boy did. He started lapping the cum off of Garry's salami-sized areolas, before properly latching on with his mouth and sucking them off fully, until there wasn't a speck of seed left.

"Mmmm," said Brad as he licked his lips. "Thanks for feeding me your milk, daddy."

"Did you like daddy's milk?" asked Garry.

"Yeah. It tastes so fucking good. Although, I do have some time left before I have to go. Can I please have another snack?"

"Oh, you hungry little slut. Go for it," Garry replied.

Brad wasted no time. His hands grabbed hold of Garry's belly and he shoved his face right smack in the center of it. He opened his mouth wide and started kissing the blubber that surrounded Garry's navel. Every kiss on Garry's gut made Brad hornier, and the hornier he got, the sloppier his kisses became. He kept getting hornier, and his kisses sloppier, to the point that his mouth couldn't keep up and he had to resort to licking, which he did in earnest.

"That's right, son. Clean daddy real good," Garry said to Brad, and clean him up he did.

Brad moved from Garry's navel to his fat folds. He slipped his tongue in between the rolls of fat and began swiping his tongue across it. The boy didn't just move his tongue, he swung his entire head left and right, making sure his tongue slathered every nook and cranny of an area, before moving on to the next.

When Brad finished going through every one of the fat folds, he began kissing the belly downwards until he reached the bottom of Garry's gut, whose stomach was so fat that his overhang sagged well below his crotch.

Using both his hands, Garry lifted his enormous gut, giving Brad access to the underside of his belly. The stud swirled his tongue all over the area, spinning his head along with it like a washing machine.

This made Brad so horny that he practically devolved into a feral beast. He stopped servicing Garry's underbelly and had him drop his gut. The sexy hunk then grabbed a chunk of fat, squeezed it tight, and began gnawing (playful biting. nothing too intense) on it.

The feeling of the blubber in his mouth made Brad feel filthy right to his core, which of course, drove him crazy with lust. He could feel himself nearing his tipping point and began to jerk his dick.

Garry could tell Brad was getting close from how violently he was jerking off and how fast and desperate his moans were becoming despite the boy's mouth being stuffed with his fat. Just as Brad was about to climax, Garry grabbed the back of the stud's head with both hands and shoved his face deep into his belly.

Brad practically screamed as he came, and Garry could feel the reverberations in his gut as the boy did so. He also felt that familiar sticky goo splatter onto his foot and completely soak his toes.

Garry kept hold of Brad's head and smothered him, even though he was being suffocated, until the boy's orgasm was completely over. When the fat man unhanded Brad, he fell back on to the floor and began gasping for air, finally able to breathe.

The second Brad finished gathering himself, he crawled over to Garry's cum-covered foot. He pickup it up with his hands and raised it, showing it off to his lover. Then, one by one, Brad took the toes into his mouth and sucked the cum clean off them. He even slid his tongue between each digit, making sure not to leave a single drop.

Without saying a word, Brad head for the bathroom to get cleaned up, and then returned once he was finish.

"Fuck, son. It's crazy how good you are. It's beyond words! I still can't get over it. Honestly, I don't think I'll ever be able to," said Garry, half delirious from the extreme levels of pleasure he'd been experiencing.

"I'm only able to do it so well because you're so damn yummy," Brad answered.

It was one thing when Brad said complimentary things to Garry during sexual stuff. That's was dirty talk, and the boy was really good at it. This time however, they were already done, so Brad saying that was a surprise for Garry and made him blush.

"Well, uh... thank you for that. For everything. Will you be able to make it to your outreach thing in time?" 

"Yup! I checked my app and there isn't any traffic right now, so I'll probably get there with time to spare.   Although I should probably head out now, just in case. Thanks for the snack daddy," Brad said, before giving Garry a deep kiss on the lips and heading out the door.

While walking back to the gym where his car was parked, Brad realized that he gave Garry a goodbye kiss. It doesn't seem like a big deal compared to everything else he does with the man, but it was something that he'd never done before. Come to think of it, he'd never hooked up with anyone that often, which was daily, before, and hadn't hooked up with anyone else since meeting him. Brad was also the one who asked to hook up each and every time they did.

"What the fuck is up with that?" Brad thought to himself very briefly, before setting those thoughts aside.

Garry was an insanely good fuck, the best Brad has ever had in fact, and was very easy to meet up with. He was on-campus during the day and a block away from his gym at night, so it was probably just a product of circumstances and convenience.

"Nothing to worry about," Brad told himself, and then drove off.

Brad didn't know what to expect when he walked through the doors of the nursing home, but he was sure it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. After all, Sara did say that this was a super chill gig.  

As he approached the reception desk, he noticed an elderly gentleman passing by in his electric wheelchair. His face was wrinkled, he had very thin white hair that was almost complete gone, and droopy eyes. He appeared to be looking at Brad

intently with a cheeky smile on his face.

Brad ignored him and greeted the woman behind the desk and introduced himself. She was friendly and provided him with a brief orientation, explaining what a day in the nursing home would be like for him. Afterwards, she gave Brad a full tour of the facility and introduced him to the rest of the staff.

When he was done being shown the ropes, the receptionist, Aimee, led him towards the resident that he was assigned to. They walked into a room a few halls down, and lo and behold, inside the room was the creepy old guy that had

been eyeing him in the lobby.

"Henry, this is Brad, our newest volunteer. He's been assigned as your buddy. Brad, this is Henry," said Aimee, introducing Brad to his new charge. "I'll let you two get acquainted."

As Aimee was leaving the room, she touched Brad's arm to get his attention and then leaned in close to whisper, "You're quite the dashing young man, so I thought I might warn you. Henry is gay and quite the flirt. He doesn't mean any harm, but I thought it best to let you know so you don't get caught off guard. If you feel he's being too pushy, don't be scared to tell him off, he will back down once the line is drawn." And then she was out, leaving only Brad and Henry in the room.

"Hi, I'm Brad, Brad Parker," said the young hunk introducing himself to the senior, extending his hand for a shake.

"Well hello, Brad. I'm Henry Applebaum. Grandkids call me Grandpa Henry," he replied, reaching out to shake his hand, then covered Brad's hand with his other one, sandwiching it and giving it a gentle rub, before letting go. "It's such a pleasure to meet you."

"So, how long have you been here?" asked Brad, unsure of how to socialize with Henry.

"Oh, dear boy, I've probably been here longer than you have been alive," chuckled Henry. "I was placed here when I was fifty nine after my wife passed away."

"I'm sorry to hear about your wife. May I ask how old you are now?"

"I'm eighty three now. If my math serves me right, that would make it twenty four years that I've been living here."

"Well, you were right about having been here longer than I've been alive haha!"

"I figured as much, given how youthful you look. Not to mention attractive," said Henry, followed by a suggestive wink.

Brad responded with a nervous chuckle, and tried to move past the awkward comment.

"So, how do you like it here? You probably know this place better than most people."

"The staff is nice enough. I don't really like the other residents. A number of the guys here are gay, and can be very annoying. The food is decent as well. Overall, it's okay. Although it becomes a lot more tolerable when I'm assigned a fine young volunteer such as yourself," said Henry, giving Brad another little wink.

It made Brad uncomfortable, but he brushed it off and just responded with another fake laugh.

"Enough about me though," continued Henry. "Tell me about yourself. How old are you? What do you do for work?"

"Well, I turned twenty this year, so I'm currently in college. I'm part of the swim team, so that takes up a lot of my time. I'm the captain of team, actually."

He noticed that Henry's eyes lit up when he told him that he was twenty and still in school, and wasn't sure how to feel about it.

"My, how young. I didn't expect someone younger than my own grandkids haha. But anyhow, how is the college athlete life treating you? Not terribly I hope?"

"No, not at all. It's great, actually. We placed very well in the last few competitions, and I'm up for a full scholarship next year, as long as I keep up my GPA, which is also pretty good."

"Well, aren't you quite the golden boy. Excelling in athletics AND academics? Not to mention, handsome as heck. I bet everyone in your school would like to be you, or be with you. I know my granddaughters would have loved to have a shot at ya back when they were in college hahaha."

Brad knew how to take a compliment as he'd been getting them all his life. He never really had an ugly duckling stage. He was handsome since he was a kid, and started getting into sports and fitness in his early teens. However, the way Henry complimented him was pretty unusual, and made him feel awkward.

"So, what should we do first?" asked Brad, trying to move things along.

"Well, how about we play cards? I used to love playing cards with my buddies. How about some strip poker?" Henry winked yet again.

"Haha. We should probably avoid strip poker. I'm sure we would get into trouble for that. But I'm down for regular poker or other card games if that's fine with you."

"A man has to try," joked Henry. "Okay then, let's start with some crazy eights."

Time actually flew faster than Brad had expected. They played a bunch of different card games, took a walk in the garden, then watched a few episodes of Hell's Kitchen on Netflix. Before he knew it, it was already evening and time to go.

"Alright Henry, I'll be heading out now. My next visit is scheduled for Tuesday afternoon, so I'll see you then."

"See you then, handsome," Henry said, before giving Brad a soft pat on the butt.

Brad just ignored it. He had a pretty good time with Henry despite his constant flirting. The stud might even say that he had fun and enjoyed his afternoon. Brad then head over to meet up with his friends since it was a Saturday night, and they partied til the early hours of the morning.

The hunk woke up past noon with a slight hangover. He took an aspirin for it and was off to the gym. He was still feeling sluggish from partying with his friends, and his headache had just barely subsided, but he was very dedicated to staying fit and never missed a workout if he could help it.

It wasn't the best of gym days, but it was good enough. Starving, he met up with some buddies for a late lunch. He hung out with them til dinner, then was off to home.

Garry was out of town until Wednesday for a conference. He considered looking for a hook up, but decided to just stay in and try to get some studying done. After all, he didn't have as much time for that in recent weeks given how much of his evenings he spent getting brutally railed by Garry.

Tuesday had come and he was due for his second volunteer session at the nursing home with Henry after his classes.

When Brad arrived at the home that afternoon, he noticed some balloons on the walls. Upon entering Henry's room, he realized why. There was a big "Happy Birthday Henry!" banner plastered over his bed.

"Wow, happy birthday Henry!" Brad greeted the man.

The old timer looked delighted to see him. "Why, however did you know?" he replied jokingly.

"Well, how are we celebrating?"

"You came at the perfect time. These just arrived from my grandson and his wife," said Henry, picking up 2 bottles of wine from a bag on the table.

"Looks like crazy eights is going to be a lot crazier today," Brad answered back.

An hour or so had passed and they had finished one of the bottles, and were halfway through the second one. Brad noticed that Henry was getting a LOT more handsy in their tipsy state. He didn't really appreciate the old man's advances. Sure, he was more than happy to spread his ass open for the many old men who had fucked him prior, but Henry was different story.

Henry was healthy for his age. His memory was sharp, his mind was crystal clear, and his voice was strong. However, you could definitely tell his age by looking at him. Despite having a perfect bill of health, his was physically frail. While he could still walk around briefly, it wasn't without difficulty. He could also no longer move about for long periods of time without aid, which is why he needed his electric wheelchair.

His face was covered in wrinkles and his eyes were droopy. He was balding on top. His hair had receded to about halfway through his scalp. Where his hairline started, he had very thin, gray hair unable to actually cover his scalp, that went down to just above his shoulders.

Brad had seen his naked torso last week when he helped Henry change his shirt after the garden walk. His tits were saggy and hung low, and his skin was leathery and wrinkly. He had liver spots all over, but most especially on his arms and hands, which were skinny and gaunt, but had skin sagging off them as well. He was a a little bit on the thinner side, but had a pretty flabby gut in comparison to the rest of his body, his skin sagging there as well.

He was definitely charming and fun to be around, but physically, Brad didn't find him to be a particular turn on. He enjoyed his slice of depravity, he craved it actually, but Henry was so much older than he was used to and it made him feel gross, and not in the way that turned him on. There was also the fact that they were in a nursing home with a ton of people around, and he was there as a volunteer from his school. It was just way too risky for Brad even if he were interested in Henry, which he wasn't.

Henry had just won the latest hand of Black Jack, when he put his hand on Brad's thigh and asked, "So, how's about that game of strip poker? I know you said you weren't up for it last time, but it's not everyday a man turns 84. Won't you help cheer up a lonely old timer whose kids and grandkids can't even come to visit him on his birthday?" the old man said in a slightly pleading manner.

Normally, Brad was have politely turned him down and shifted his leg so Henry would be forced to remove his hand. However, after a bottle and a half of strong wine, most of which was consumed by himself, Brad had gotten pretty damn tipsy, which lowered his inhibitions.

"Fuck it. It's your birthday after all. Let's do it!" Brad said energetically, in a very jock-like manner.

With a mischievous twinkle in his eye, Henry shuffled the deck and dealt the cards. They laughed and joked as they played, and the atmosphere grew increasingly relaxed, despite Brad's initial hesitance.

As the game progressed, it was clear that Henry was getting the better of Brad. After losing all the articles of clothing Brad could pass off as things to strip, which included his necklace, watch, and keychain, he was down to just his shirt, pants, and underwear, while Henry had only removed his shoes and socks.

Another hand was played, and it was another win for Henry.

"Time to lose the shirt, boy!" he said with a laugh. "Looks like you're no good at poker."

"Fuck you, man!" Brad responded, returning Henry's laugh. "Is it even safe to do this? Won't I get in to trouble if someone comes and in sees we're playing strip poker? I can't afford to get a strike on my record you know."

"Nah, don't worry about it. This is a good facility, but they're severely understaffed, hence the volunteer program. Whenever they manage to get a volunteer for a resident, they never bother to check in unless they're called. Are you planning on calling Aimee over?" Henry asked, again joking with Brad.

"I guess I'm losing my shirt then," declared Brad, as he took his shirt off, revealing his perfectly sculpted torso.

Brad was drunk, so he couldn't be absolutely sure, but he could have sworn that he saw Henry lick his lips when he removed his shirt. It creeped him out, so he took a big gulp of wine to help calm his nerves.

A few more hands were played, and Brad's luck was turning around. He won the next few rounds after taking off his shirt, leaving Henry in just his pants.

"How the tables have turned," teased Brad.

"Beginner's luck, boy. You youngins always get ahead of yourselves."

They were on the turn of the next hand, and Brad had a two-pair of kings and nines. They eyes met and they stared intensely, sizing up one another. The river was a king, giving Brad a full house.  

"You were saying?" Brad gloated, taunting Henry for his "beginner's luck" comment.

"Laugh it up boy. I'm much, much older than you, so let me share some wisdom. It ain't over til its over," answered Henry as he took off his pants and was left in just his underwear, revealing his skinny, wrinkly legs.

"Are you sure you wanna keep dealing, old man? One more strike and you're out."

"No shit I'm gonna keep dealing. That is, unless you're scared?"

"Ha! Fat chance. I'm taking you out this turn," said Brad smugly.

"We'll see about that, kid" Henry said as he dealt their hands.

Henry ended up winning the round with a straight.

"Looks like your beginner's luck has run out, Brad."

Brad's nerves crept back in. His string of wins and the copious amounts of alcohol he'd consumed made him confident and forget about the gravity of the situation. Losing this hand though, brought him back to reality, and it sunk in that he was about to lose his pants, which would leave him in just his underwear. He'd played along this far though, so he couldn't back out now.

He chugged his glass of wine, then chugged what little was left in the second bottle, and proceeded to take his pants off and was now just in his underwear.

"Thank god for alcohol," Brad thought to himself, knowing full well that he would not have been able to through with sober.

"Time for the grand finale," Henry said while dealing out their final hands.

Brad eyed his cards carefully. The stakes were too high, and he was feeling anxious. They were both in their underwear now, and the loser would have to strip naked. He could sense Henry's growing anticipation, though. He knew the old man was horny and eager to get him naked, as he'd seen Henry literally drool a bit when Brad stripped down to his underwear.  

Both men had revealed their cards, Brad with a pair of fives and Henry with a pair of queens. Brad's heart raced and shivers went down his spine. There was one last card left that could save him from having to get naked.

Henry had a huge grin on his face, confident he had won and would get the boy to take off his underwear. "Here we go!"

He drew the last card, and what do you know, it was a five, which meant that Brad had three of a kind, trumping Henry's queen pair, giving him the win.

"HA! EAT SHIT, SUCKER!" Brad jeered, jumping up and down in celebration of his victory, but at the same time thinking "Holy fuck, that was close," relieved that he didn't need to get naked.

"A deal's a deal," said Henry, as he took off his underwear, revealing a shriveled up, average-sized cock.

"Good game old man," Brad told him as he extended his hand for a shake. "It only makes sense that you're in your birthday suit. It's your birthday after all."

"Indeed," Henry agreed, enjoying the boy's playful taunts. "But now that the game is done, I must say, you are quite a sight for sore eyes, my boy. Those muscles look spectacular."

"What? These old things?" Brad said oozing with cockiness as he showed off his muscles, flexing his arms, and then his pecs.

This was not something he would ever do in front of someone he barely knew, especially not his 84 year old charge at a nursing home. However, in his current state, which was hella drunk and hyped from the adrenaline rush of narrowly escaping having to strip naked, he wasn't really thinking properly.

Despite his excellent performance in both athletics and academics, as well as his mature demeanor, he was still just a twenty year old, testosterone-filled college guy, and a fun-loving one at that. This was the kind of playful nonsense he and his friends might do together, especially when drunk.

Henry lost it when Brad started showing off his body. He couldn't let it end here. He thought he would be perfectly satisfied seeing Brad without his clothes, but he needed more. The alcohol had clearly lowered the boy's inhibitions, so he had to milk it while he could.

"Hey, tell you what, why don't we do one last round, double or nothing, so to speak," Henry baited him.

"How is it double or nothing? You're already at nothing. Your age is catching up to you Henry!" Brad said laughing out loud.

"Har har. Laugh it up, boy!" Henry answered, matching Brad's playful, teasing energy." What I meant was, we up the stakes. If I win, you take gotta lose the underwear. If you win, I'll give you $500,. Whaddya say, kid?"

"No shit? $500? You got yourself a deal! Your money's mind old man!" he taunted.

"Famous last words, my boy. Why don't you shuffle the cards while I use the washroom"

Brad shuffled the cards and dealt their hands while waiting for Henry. When he came back, Brad noticed that he had a joint in his hand.

"Is that what I think it is?" he questioned, raising his eyebrows.

"I believe it is. Why?" Henry said as he lit it and took a deep puff.

"Well fuck, two bottles of wine AND a joint? I didn't know you had it in you old timer."

"I'll have you know, my young adult years were in the 60s. I was smoking weed probably before your parents were even born."

"Alright, alright, my bad. Lemme have a few hits, won't ya? Been a few weeks since I last smoked up."

Henry handed Brad the joint and the boy took a bunch of deep hits, almost finishing the whole thing, before returning it to Henry.

"Won't we get in trouble for lighting up? You should get a weed pen. It doesn't leave as strong a smell as a joint." Brad told him.

"It doesn't matter, I hardly smoke anymore. Today was just a special occasion," Henry replied.

"Good point," Brad said as he started laughing. Thanks to his already drunken state, the weed was hitting him real good. "Enough yapping, let's get this game going. Gotta get my hands on those five hundred dollars."

Brad sounded way more enthusiastic than he would have liked to, had he noticed it. As expected, the wine and weed had made Brad's inhibitions all but vanish, and had given a lot of false bravado. He was trash talking even though his cards weren't the greatest. The Turn (fourth exposed card, for those unfamiliar with poker) was good for Brad though. He ended up with a two-pair of jacks and queens.

Henry, meanwhile, was grinning ear to ear. Even if the boy wasn't hindered by drink and smoke, Henry was confident he would win because he already had three kings, as he made sure when he stepped away to get the join. He had to capitalize on this opportunity.

"Care to increase the stakes even further?" asked Henry.

"What do you have in mind?" Brad answered.

"Well, I was thinking, since it's my birthday and all, that a lap dance is in order. If I win, you have to give me one. If you win though, I'll double the amount I promised and give you $1000."

Brad's eyes widened at the amount. He didn't even bother to weigh his options and immediately agreed to the terms. "Fuck yeah! I'm down for that. Get ready to pay up," he taunted and stuck his tongue out.

"Let's just see about that."

The river (final card) was revealed and Brad ended with his two-pair and Henry ended with a full house, which was a better hand the Brad's.

Brad was stunned, and his jaw was left hanging open.

"Would you look at that. Seems like I've won, Brad. So how's about that lap dance?"

"Uhh... do I really have to? There's no way you were serious about that bet."

"If you had won, would you have been okay with me backing out of the wager and not giving you the money?"

Brad knew damn well that he wouldn't have let Henry get away with not following through with the bet, and he didn't wanna be a hypocrite and back out himself.

"Fuck it. Let's get this shit over with," he said, rolling his eyes.

Henry gave a devilish grin. "That's the spirit, boy. Now, why don't you give me a good show," he said, as he dragged his chair to the center of the room and sat down.

Brad hesitantly walked over to the Henry, faced away from him, unable to meet his eyes at the moment. He stood over the seated man, his legs spread over his thighs, sort of like he was straddling him while still standing. His heart pounded hard in chest and his breathing became shallow from the stress of the situation.

He knew he couldn't back out now, not after all the bravado he'd shown, and especially not after all the trash talk he'd hurled at Henry. He had to follow through on the bet.

"Come on, boy. Don't be shy," Henry urged, his eyes gleaming with lust as he looked up at Brad. "Show me what you've got."

Brad took a deep breath and tried to muster up some confidence. He knew he had to put on a show, or Henry would never let him live it down.  Plus, the old man had won fair and square, and Brad didn't want to be a sore loser. Having competed in sports for years, he had developed a mentality of never backing down and walking away.  

Brad, clad only in his underwear, started to sway his hips and move his arms around, sensually raising them and tracing his own body. It was sexy, but mostly because he was sexy. The actual dancing was awkward at best.  

"I'm so much older than you, but even I have better moves than that, haha! How about we get some music going to help ease you into this, yeah? " said the old man.

Henry then told his phone to play some song Brad had never heard of, from an artist he didn't know, and then suddenly, a sultry voice started sounding off from speakers the stud hadn't noticed before, accompanied by a sensual beat.

Brad by no means had two left feet, and he had no problem moving very sexily, but the situation was really stifling his movements. He was in his head and was having a hard time doing a proper sexy dance, but the music started to get him into the groove.

"That's it, college boy. Let's see that young body work," Henry encouraged, his eyes locked onto Brad's every movement, as the boy slowly descended until he was sitting on his lap.

It was a chain reaction. The music made Brad dance better. The better he danced, the hotter he felt. The hotter he felt, the lower his inhibitions became. The lower his inhibitions, the harder he would grind against Henry's crotch.

What started out as an unwanted consequence for Brad had turned into something erotic. He was actually enjoying it now and really feeling himself as he gyrated on the old man.

Henry was in heaven at this moment. Brad's back muscles flexed as the stud made his sexy movements. The old man wanted nothing more than to grab the stud's ass and squeeze it, but the only thing he had agreed to was a lap dance, so he would leave it at that.

Brad continued grinding on Henry, his moves now bolder and more seductive than ever. It was at this point that he began to feel something hard on his backside. It became apparent to him that the old man was now erect and his dick pressing up against his ass crack, with the thin fabric of his underwear being the only thing separating their skin.

The young stud was shocked that Henry was able to get hard. He didn't think that someone his age and  in his physical condition could even get erect at all. That he managed to give Henry a stiffy turned Brad on. His dick was also rather impressive, standing at around 7 inches, which was much more than when it was soft. Henry was definitely a grower.  

Brad decided it was time to make the lap dance even spicier. The boy got off Henry's lap, turned around to face him, then sat back down. Wrapping his arms around the old man's neck, he resumed his gyrating, feeling the hard dick pressing against his crack even more this time.

Henry took this opportunity to really take in the view in front of him. Brad was the single most attractive person he had ever seen in his life. This close to one another, the old man saw every detail of the stud's perfectly sculpted torso. From his pecs, to his abs, all the way down to the sexy v-line, it all looked too good to be real.

Just when he thought the view couldn't get any better, he looked up and gazed at Brad's face. As hot as his body was, his face was his crown jewel. There were simply no words to describe how handsome Brad was.

However, despite how handsome and innocent Brad's face looked, Henry saw something in his eyes that made the old man give grin. In the boys eyes, he saw lust. For whatever reason, Brad was horny.

Henry didn't want to violate or take advantage of the boy, but he seemed to be so into it that he felt Brad might be receptive, so he decided to shoot his shot.  

He started very slowly, making sure to pay attention to Brad's response so that he could stop his advances if need be. He moved his hands towards the boy's thighs, grazing them only with his fingertips. He felt no pushback from Brad, which got his hopes up.

Henry furthered his advances and started caressing Brad's thighs with his hands as the boy continued to give him a slow, sexy lap dance. There were still no signs of disagreement from Brad, so the old man dragged his hands up, until he reached those perfect 6-pack abs. He traced every bump, every muscle, on Brad's abdomen, filled with fascination as he had never felt anything like it before.  

The feeble old man continued his journey and explored further up until his hands landed on Brad's pecs. They were perfectly shaped and weren't overly large like those body builders whose pecs were so hard and massive that they cast shadows like mountains and made them look awkward. The stud's pecs were just the right size and and hardness, allowing Henry to grab a handful with each hand.

Henry began squeezing on them tightly. This made Brad give out the slightest of moans, and caused him to grind into the old man even harder than he already was. These hushed moans continued to slip out of Brad's mouth as the elderly man played with his pecs, the pressure on them never relenting.

Brad was enjoying the attention to his pecs and was a little disappointed when he felt Henry's hands depart from them and make their way to his face. The old man held his face gently in his hands. The stud stopped gyrating and met Henry's gaze. He felt something different, something he hadn't felt before.

Normally, Brad would pleasure fat, dirty old men for his own personal gain.   Making those men feel good made Brad feel dirty and disgusted with himself, which is what turned him on. It was never for the sake of the men he hooked up with. He was using them, despite how it looked, with them being repulsive, obese geezers and him being the hottest piece of ass around.

This time however, he wanted to make Henry feel good for Henry's sake, not his own. It wasn't that he wouldn't enjoy or take any pleasure from this, but it was not at all what he was after. He wasn't sure why this was the case, but he didn't fight the feeling and went along with it. The handsome young stud grabbed Henry's face with both hands and dove in for a kiss.

Henry was flabbergasted by the boy's actions. Without warning, Brad's face suddenly came down upon his own, young lips smacking against old. He felt the stud's tongue dart out and push against his lips. He parted them and welcomed the assault, feeling the hot tongue rub and slide against his own, the contact between them reminiscent of Brad's ass grinding against his crotch.

As their tongues danced and saliva moved back and forth between their mouths, Henry felt Brad start to grind on him again, which prompted him to let go of the youth's face and grab his ass. It was a shock to Henry that despite being a perfect bubble butt, Brad's ass was very solid. It was the type that would bounce and jiggle while being fucked, but was still firm in your hands when gripped or squeezed.

The old man was enjoying Brad's perky ass. With one cheek in each hand, he kneaded them like dough, squeezing them so tight that he was surprised the boy didn't yelp in pain. Instead, the boy only kissed him deeper and grinded harder.

Brad had kissed way more than his fair share of men. He has had way too many kisses for him to even remotely be able to recount them. But this wasn't just like any other kiss. He's had deeper kisses, hotter kisses, wetter kisses, wilder tongue action; the list goes on. However, he hadn't had one quite this passionate.  

Where Brad and his dirty old men were usually hungrily trying to devour each other's mouths, his kisses with Henry had a tenderness and warmth to them. It was sweet rather than wild, but by no means tame and boring. The kisses were deep and sensual, their tongues still coiling around each other like two battling snakes.

Brad continued to lose himself in their passionate make out session until he was snapped out of an almost trance-like state when he felt Henry pull down his under and rub his finger across his butt crack. It was a surprise to him, but one that he welcomed.

Henry's finger began to trace circles between Brad's juicy ass cheeks. The circles became smaller and smaller with every pass, until the old man reached the center and started directly rubbing the stud's hole. It was really tight, and he wasn't sure the boy would allow him entry, but then he felt Brad relax his hole and push out, a very clear sign that he was welcome within.

He took his time, slowly pushing his sliding his finger in. Henry felt the heat and tightness of Brad's hole grip his finger, and the boy let out a little moan inside his mouth, never breaking the kiss. This spurred the old man on, and he inserted a second finger in.

Brad shuddered as the second finger went in. When both of them were knuckle deep inside, he let out another moan into Henry's mouth. Henry felt a surge of satisfaction in being able to make a hot guy like Brad whimper and moan that way with just his fingers.

Henry stuck a third finger all the way, but instead of letting it settle in, he immediately began finger fucking Brad's hole. This caused Brad to finally break their kiss as his head tilted back in pleasure and he began to moan again and again.  

The old man hadn't had enough of his mouth though, and quickly grabbed Brad by the back of his head with his other hand and pulled him in to resume their passionate kissing. Once he knew Brad was locked in to their kissing, he let go of his head and began to stroke the boy's cock.

The fingers rapidly entering and exiting his hole, the hand stroking his dick, the tongue slipping and sliding against his, and the fact he was doing this for Henry and not for himself, all combined and suddenly hit Brad in the form of a massive wave of pleasure.

It happened without any warning. Henry suddenly felt the boy's hole clamp on his fingers and his body begin to shake. Still locked in their kiss, Brad's cock began to shoot a gigantic load of cum all over Henry's torso, from his belly all the way up to his collar bone, as the old man continued to jerk him off, stopping only once the stud had shot last last bits of his seed out.

Henry removed his fingers from Brad's hole, and the boy got off him. The old man fully expected him to walk away now that he had cum. His libido and lust had surely faded, and he was probably regretting this encounter. Henry was about to get up himself when suddenly the stud got down on his knees between his legs, leaving the older man stunned.

Henry watched as Brad brought his face close to his belly.

"Surely he won't," he thought to himself. "There's no way a guy like Brad would do that."

But just when he finished his thought, as if reading his mind, Brad looked up at Henry and gave a cheeky smile. He stuck out his tongue and took a big swipe against the older man's belly, licking up an entire streak of his own cum, before looking back up at Henry once again.

Henry looked down at Brad in awe. There he was on his knees, looking up at him with his beautiful face and his tongue sticking out, showing off the huge glob of cum on it.

"Well I'll be. If that isn't that hottest thing I've ever seen," said the old man.

Brad smiled at his comment, gave him a wink, then brought his mouth back down. He started licking and sucking the cum that had splattered all over Henry's upper body. He licked it all off, not leaving a single drop of cum on the old man. The stud then got up, grabbed Henry by the back of his head, and gave him a deep kiss.

The cum flowed out of Brad's mouth and into Henry's as they kissed. The old man then pushed it back into the youth's mouth. Brad's cum swapped back and forth between them as they shared this sloppy kiss.  When there was only a bit left, Brad swallowed the remainder of it, then licked off the mess that had accumulated around Henry's mouth.

Brad backed off a bit after he had cleaned off whatever cum and saliva had spread around Henry's mouth with that hot tongue of his. This time, the old man was one hundred percent certain that Brad was done. Henry was about to thank the boy profusely for this once in a lifetime experience he'd just given him, when Brad defied his expectations yet again.

Before Henry could muster any words of thanks, Brad was already back on his knees and licking the old man's body. His brain was struggling to comprehend what was happening. The boy had already cum, so his libido should have died out. His intoxication from the wine and weed should also have subsided somewhat by now.

Those were the only reasons why someone like Brad would ever indulge someone like Henry sexually. Without those, there was no way anything would happen, Henry though to himself. And yet, Brad's tongue was running all over his old, saggy, wrinkly skin, kissing, licking and sucking on every inch of his torso. Henry himself found his body repulsive and hated seeing himself undressed, but here was the most attractive man ever, feasting on his aged flesh.

Henry was in awe as he watched Brad, now suckling on his saggy tits, who looked up at him with pure lust and desire burning in his eyes. For reasons Henry couldn't fathom, instead of being disgusted and running away, the young stud seemed to revel in devouring every inch of his body.

The elderly man was so aroused by the attention Brad's mouth and tongue was giving to his body that he began to leak precum, something no longer common for him in his old age. The young stud felt the wetness rubbing against his abs and took this as a sign to move things along.

Brad slid further down onto the floor, opened his mouth, grabbed Henry's dick, and started slapping it against his tongue. Then he licked up and down the shaft making sure to swirl his tongue around the dick head whenever he would reach the tip.

Once the man's dick was slick with saliva, Brad wrapped his mouth around the head and started to slurp on it as he stroked the shaft with his hand. The stud could tell he was giving Henry the time of his life, judging by the constant flow of precum he had to swallow and the unintelligible noises the geezer was making.  

Of course, Brad didn't stop there. The young stud's cock sucking skills were unmatched, and Henry was about to be the latest witness to this.   He opened his throat and slowly took Henry's cock deeper, inch by inch. He could feel the head of his dick hit the back of his throat, but this didn't phase him since he had a pretty good handle on his gag reflex by now.  

Brad pushed himself further down Henry's cock, until he reached it's base. Henry let out a such an impassioned groan that it almost sounded like he was in pain.   His wrinkled old hands moved to grab the young stud's head. He intended to pull him off and push him back down, but the boy was already 2 steps ahead.

Henry's wrinkly old hands had only just begun to grip Brad's hair, but the boy was already backed up with just the tip in his mouth and moving to take it all back down his throat. The old man let out another impassioned moan, unable to really do or say anything else as the pleasure coursed through his dick and spread to the rest of his body.

Henry's hands remained gripping the young stud's hair, but he was by no means controlling his movements. Brad bobbed up and down his dick of his own volition, going from tip to base over and over in quick, powerful movements.  

"How the hell are you doing this? I didn't know a blowjob could be this good. You're so young, but you're making this grandpa feel amazing. Oh god, you sexy college boy. Thank you, thank you so much, " said Henry, gasping between words.

This was the best feeling Henry had ever had in his life. For the first time, he was thankful that his old age made it very difficult for him to reach orgasm, as he never wanted this to end.

Brad lost track of time, not knowing how long he had been giving Henry the best blowjob of his life. The sexy stud could have gone on sucking that old dick for hours, but he didn't have that luxury right now. He took Henry's cock out of his mouth, his throat instantly missing it and feeling empty without it, and scooted just a tad further down the floor so he had easier access to the old man's big, droopy balls.

With one hand stroking Henry's cock, Brad took the heavyset balls into his mouth and started lightly sucking on them, exerting just the right amount of pressure. After a short while, Brad turned up the heat and began very lightly "chewing" on the big ball sack in his mouth while simultaneous juggling the testicles with his tongue.

The work being done to his balls brought Henry to new heights of pleasure. Brad's 1-2 punch on them with his mouth and tongue was somehow both rough and delicate at the same time, and the old man began to wonder just how Brad was so good with at this.

"Damn! Everything from the kissing and feasting on my body to the blowjob and ball action is divine. Very experienced adults wouldn't hold a candle to Brad's skills, and he's only twenty! The gods must have blessed Brad and his mouth," Henry thought to himself.

Now, Brad wanted to take his god given talents elsewhere. He stopped playing with the man's balls, placed his hands under Henry's thighs and lifted them up and apart, exposing his long neglected hole.

"Are you clean?" Brad asked.

"Yes. Very," answered Henry,   who was more thankful than ever for the nursing home's high fiber meals, toilets equipped with bidets, and caregivers that help him bathe.

Brad's face lit up with a big smile, as if he had won a prize. Without saying another word, he stuffed his face into Henry's ass crack and began kissing and licking his hole. He swiped his tongue up and down the ancient starfish, as if coaxing it to open up.  

Henry was bewildered by Brad's actions, causing his body, and more importantly his hole, to tense up. A lot of gay men don't eat ass, let alone the ass of someone like himself, but the sexy young stud was lapping up at his hole like there was no tomorrow.

Once Henry had gotten over the initial shock, he relaxed, which allowed his hole to open up to Brad's tongue knocking on the door. The sexy stud didn't waste any time and slid his tongue right in. Although he was quick to get inside, once there, he slowed things down. Little by little, his tongue explored Henry's cavern. His tongue slithered up and down, left and right, forward and back, making sure that he made contact with the entirety of the geezer's insides.  

As Brad's tongue savored the insides of Henry's hole, he noticed that his own dick was now fully hard again and leaking precum. It was commonplace for him to be able to get hard again quickly and to cum multiple times. He was young, virile, and horny as fuck. Not doing so, aside from quickies, would actually be unusual. However, he never planned on hooking up with someone as old as Henry.

The sexy stud was no stranger to old men. We all know by now, as does he, that he thrives on being used by disgusting old geezers. However, eighty four and confined to a nursing home was way out of his comfort zone.  The only reason anything happened in the first place was because he got drunk and high. But right now, even though he had already cum and was mostly sober already, he was still there, erect and dripping, with his tongue lodged all the way in the old man's asshole. The wine and weed may have gotten him started, but he definitely stayed because he wanted to.

It was that feeling he had earlier that was making him do this. He wanted to make Henry feel good, but for Henry, not for himself. He didn't know why he suddenly had this inclination, but it was there, and he couldn't resist it, nor did he truly want to.

"Oh my god Brad! That feels amazing. I never thought I would be getting my ass eaten at eighty four by a hot kid like you. Thank you. Oh fuck, thank you so much," Henry mumbled as the boy continued to work his tongue in his hole.

Seeing and hearing how much pleasure he was giving Henry encouraged Brad. He wanted to do more for Henry, to make him feel even better. With a last swipe across the walls of the old man's channel with his tongue, Brad detached himself from Henry's ass, stood up, and took a hold of his hand.

"Come join me on the bed," Brad said. "You're not gonna wanna miss out on this."

Henry had an idea of what was going to happen next, and he definitely was not going to miss out on it. He would have sold his soul to the devil if he needed to. Nothing short of a heart attack would stop him, if even that.

Brad led Henry to the bed and had him lay on his back. The stud then climbed on the bed and stood over the old man. He looked down at the feeble geezer laying below him, his eyes looking thankful, but filled with anticipation and most evidently, lust.

Brad positioned himself so that Henry was between his legs, and then slowly lowered himself down to his crotch in cowgirl position facing the old man. He grabbed Henry's dick, which was harder than ever, and aimed it at his hole.

Thanks to Brad's talented mouth, Henry had been leaking nonstop, and his entire dick was coated in a thick layer of precum. It meant that Brad didn't need to find lube or use spit to ease the initial penetration and succeeding friction. This was actually the case more often than not, and why he never carried lube around. He always had his men soaking wet and ready to fuck him.

As the tip of Henry's cock made contact with his hole, Brad felt the old man's entire body shudder. The boy relaxed his hole and breathed out, allowing it to open up for the eager rod awaiting entry.

He lowered himself some more, and Henry's dick pressed against his hole. Brad took it slow and swayed back and forth, letting the head slowly dig into his ring. He wanted Henry to be able to savor the feeling of penetrating him for the first time.

Brad felt his hole stretch open, and with a "plop", the head of Henry's cock  had finally breached his entrance.  

"Shit boy, it's really in there! I have my dick inside such a young stud. Oh my god," Henry whimpered.

Slowly but surely, Brad continued to lower himself on the old man's dick, taking more and more of it in.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Henry groaned, looking is disbelief as watched his cock slowly disappear into Brad's ass, until finally, the boy bottomed out and had the entire thing in him.

Brad gave a soft, sultry moan when his ass reached the base of Henry's cock. He was now completely impaled on the older man's dick and could feel every inch of it throbbing inside him.  

Henry, meanwhile, had laid his head back on the bed with his eyes closed. He was experiencing pure bliss and wanted to bask in this feeling as much as best he could, opening his eyes only when he felt Brad's touch.

Brad grabbed Henry's chin with his index finger and thumb, and tilted the man's head down. He made it so that they were looking at each other's faces. Brad locked eyes with his older lover as he slowly rose up from his dick, stopped when there was less than an inch left in him, then slowly sank back down.

The sensation of Brad's tight hole sliding up and down his dick made Henry squeak out something in between a moan and a whimper, and once again, his whole body shuddered. He had barely recovered from this when Brad began rising again. Henry could tell this was going to be a fuck unlike any other.

Brad continued to ride Henry's dick up and down, keeping his pace deliberately slow. He wanted to make sure the old man could feel every single sensation on his dick as it was milked by his tight young hole.  

Despite doing this for Henry's pleasure and not his own, the sex felt extremely good for Brad. Every time he sank back down on Henry's dick, a passionate moan would escape his lips.

Henry began to feel butterflies fluttering in his stomach. It wasn't because of the tight hole milking his cock, nor was it because of the hushed erotic moans filling the room. No, it was because Brad had been keeping eye contact this entire time. As the boy rose and sank on him, he never once looked away.  

Having the boy look at him, seeing his raggedy old face and body constantly and still choosing to fuck himself on his dick gave Henry that giddy, lovestruck feeling he hadn't felt in decades. It was all he could do to give the biggest, most genuine smile, and whisper, "Thank you."

Brad heard the sincerity in Henry's voice and could tell the old man felt like the luckiest guy in the world. Brad liked that he made the Henry feel that way, but he knew he could take it ever further. He didn't want Henry to just feel that he had been given a freebie. The sexy stud wanted Henry to feel like he (Brad) was the one that wanted this and that he was giving to Brad just as much as he was getting. That was bound to make him enjoy it even more.

"Oh fuck. You feel so good inside me, Henry," Brad whispered to the old man.

The stud, who had been sensually sliding up and down Henry's dick at a deliberately slow pace, finally took things up a notch. His pace quickened, and the friction between the old man's shaft and his hole began to really warm their flesh.

"I can't get enough of your dick. I need it so badly," he said while riding Henry as if he were a horse, really living up to the position he was getting fucked in.

"You like taking my dick, boy?" asked Henry, and received no verbal answer.

Instead, the young stud shifted positions a bit, giving him better balance. To Henry's utter shock, Brad doubled the already incredibly fast pace with which he fucked himself on his dick.  

Brad tilted his head back and began moaning. It wasn't those soft, sultry moans from earlier. He was moaning for real now, full of passion and lust, as he bounced on that dick like a basketball.

"Hey Brad, not so loud man. Somebody might overhear and come check up on us," Henry told the boy, trying to get him to quiet down.

"AH FUCK. IT FEELS TOO GOOD. I CAN'T STOP!" Brad answered haggardly as he continued to impale himself on Henry's dick.

"Please Brad. You've gotta stop," Henry pleaded.

And stop Brad did. He dismounted the old bronco, crouched over him, and gripped his arms. He moved Henry up the bed and helped him sit up with his back against the headboard. The stud then lowered himself towards Henry's crotch, straddled him, dropped his ass right onto that dick and straight to the base, then began once again bouncing up and down.

Once Brad had reached his earlier pace, he began moaning loudly again.  

"Come on Brad, you're doing it again. I told you, you can't be that loud," said Henry.

"I know," answered the boy, diving in for a sloppy kiss.

Henry then felt Brad moaning into his mouth. The vibrations this created seemed to travel all throughout his body and caused him to convulse for a second.

"Holy fucking hell!' Henry thought to himself as he realized Brad was incapable of stopping himself from moaning. The boy was getting so much pleasure from riding his dick that the only way he could shut himself up was to kiss and simply moan into his (Henry's) mouth instead.

The old man's hands were taking in as much of the boy as he could. One hand was in his hair, gripping him firmly as their mouths clashed,   while the other hand caressed every inch of the boy's body. Henry held on to the boy so tightly, not wanting to let him go, not wanting this to end.  

They had been going at it for a while, and though Brad showed no signs of slowing down, Henry figured his muscles were surely starting to tire or get sore from bouncing on his dick so intensely nonstop. He decided to give the boy a helping hand, or two.

Henry grabbed Brad's ass, one cheek in each hand, and squeezed them hard. He massaged them roughly as the boy bounced up and down, making him moan even louder, but still muffled by their kissing. After giving that perfect ass some rough attention, he cupped them and started lifting Brad up whenever the boy would rise from his dick.

Although Henry's only intention was to help Brad out so he would not work himself so hard, the stud took this to mean that he wanted more, that he wanted Brad to ride him ever harder and faster. The last thing Brad wanted was to disappoint Henry, so he really pushed himself and went into overdrive.

The stud fucked himself so intensely on Henry's old dick that his prostate received a brutal assault, making Brad suddenly explode unintentionally.

Henry was caught off guard. Brad's moaning became feral and his ass started clamping down on his dick like it was having spasms. And then he felt it, warm, sticky liquid painting his torso. The boy had cum.

Brad rode his orgasm out, literally, as he kept bouncing up and down as he spurted his seed out. When he was done, he broke the kiss, rose off Henry's dick and just collapsed onto the bed.

Henry watched as the boy lay there, his chest heaving from the heavy breathing, and body glistening with sweat. Even exhausted, Brad looked absolutely stunning. He couldn't help but wonder how Brad got to be this way. Not that he really knew Brad or was one to judge and make assumptions, but this young stud with a perfect face and perfect body just fucked himself to a handsfree orgasm on his 84 year old dick while kissing his raggedy, time-ravaged face. This was definitely not normal, so there must surely be something going on with the boy.  

However, Henry quickly snapped out of this train of thought, not wanting to question a good thing. Besides, he was not in any condition to ponder something that deep. Henry was on such a high that he could barely remember how they got from Brad giving him a birthday lap dance to Brad practically skewering himself onto his dick. All that the old timer could vividly recall was the feeling of shock and elation every time he thought Brad was done, only for the hunk to suddenly take things even further.

Henry closed his eyes, trying to etch this image of Brad in his mind. He couldn't help but smile knowing that even though it was over now, he would always have this memory to look back at.

The old man suddenly felt movement. He opened his eyes and assumed he would see Brad getting ready to leave, but instead, the boy was on his side with that cheeky smile Henry had grown so fond of.

"Are you still hard?" Brad asked.

"Uhm... yes. Why?" Henry answered, visibly confused.

"Stand by the edge of the bed," was the only response he got from the stud.

Henry did as he was told and stood by the edge of the bed, dick standing at full mast. Brad then scurried over until he was in front of Henry, turned around, got on his hands and knees and stuck his ass up and out.

"What the fuck? Again?" asked Henry.

"Hell yeah. Shove it in me, Henry!" Brad said eagerly.

"But you've already cum twice. Can you still go on?"

"That dick is too good. I feel so empty without you inside me. I fucking need you in me again," Brad pleaded.

Henry wasn't about to deny himself even more sexy time with the young stud, so he grabbed his dick and started working the head into Brad's hole.   The instant he penetrated, Brad bucked his hips backward and his hole swallowed Henry's entire cock.  

"Oh my god, boy. You're insatiable!" said Henry.

While Brad was in fact insatiable, in this particular instance, he kept going because Henry had not orgasmed yet. He had to give the old man the ultimate pleasure, the ultimate satisfaction. He had to make him cum.

Brad thrust his hips back and forth onto the old man's dick, taking it all the way in each time. He moaned and groaned with each movement he made, making sure the old man knew he was enjoying it and desperately working for it.

That's when it hit him. Brad realized that he'd been doing all the work and had been the one taking the lead since the lap dance began. While this worked wonderfully in making Henry feel wanted and desirable, it did not give him the chance to feel in charge and powerful. Brad wanted to make sure he did.

The stud slowed down his thrusts until he came to a halt. He turned back to look at Henry and said, "Fuck me, Henry. I want you to use my hole."

"Fuck yeah, boy," the old man replied as he started to buck his hips forward and back.

While the lust was evident in Henry's tone, his actions didn't mirror it. Brad could barely feel the old man thrusting into him. The stud looked back once again and saw Henry's face straining. It wasn't that Henry wasn't trying, because his face showed that he definitely was. He just seemed to be very physically limited in what he could do.

Brad could tell that Henry knew he wasn't delivering, and could feel the old man begin to lose his confidence, and with this, his erection. Henry was starting to go soft. His plan to make the old man feel like a powerful stud was backfiring. He couldn't just stop and go back to what they were doing earlier either because that would make Henry feel like a failure. Brad had to figure out a way to salvage the situation. After racking his brain for a moment, he had a "Eureka!" moment and knew exactly what to do.

"Oh yeah, don' stop. Fuck me harder, Grandpa!" Brad moaned.

"Wha... what did you say?" the old man asked, his voice full of surprise, as he suddenly stopped his meager attempts at fucking Brad and was now frozen in place.

Brad turned around to face Henry and locked eyes with him.

"You heard me. I said fuck me harder, GRANDPA!"

The stud felt Henry's dick immediately shoot back up to full erection and begin to pound into his hole. Brad's plan had worked.

Though Brad was the perfect physical specimen, an athlete, and popular to boot, he was by no means a stereotypical meathead jock. He was a diligent student, very intelligent, and he was certain that Henry had a fixation with their ages.

Throughout the time they spent together, despite being brief, Henry had made numerous references to the vast difference in their age. He mentioned a number of times that he was a grandfather and Brad was just a college kid. He brought up his grandkids a couple of times, even going so far as to mention that Brad was quite a bit younger than them. Not to mention the fact that he straight up would say that Brad was so young, so much younger than him, and how he was so much older compared to the boy.

Brad didn't address any of it nor react in any particular way, but he was very aware of what Henry was doing and of the reason behind it. The men Brad hooked up with loved the fact that they got to fuck someone so young and hot.   For a lot of them, it made them forget about how old or fat or just generally repulsive they were. It allowed them to block out reality, even if only temporarily.  

Henry was different though. He seemed to revel in the fact that he was indeed extremely old and unattractive. He was particularly turned on by someone so young  giving themselves to someone so old, and emphasized that disparity in age. It reminded Brad of Garry, who was the same way, except he honed in on how fat and repulsive he was rather than his age.  

Thanks to Brad's astute observation, the old man's blood was able to flow hot, and he was now plowing the boys ass like a someone in his physical prime. He was actually surprised at just how effective it was, but certainly planned to capitalize on it.

"Holy shit grandpa, keep fucking me. That feels so fucking good!" Brad exclaimed.

"Yeah? You like that, boy? You like it when grandpa fucks you?" the old man asked as he continued to thrust in and out of the boy's ass.

"Fuck my tight young ass like you own it. Fuck it like only a grandpa can," the boy teased, knowing exactly what buttons to press, causing Henry to grab his hips and pull him into his thrusts, impaling him with his dick even deeper.

"Fuck yeah, boy. You know what grandpa likes," Henry groaned, his eyes rolling back.

He had never felt anything so good in his life. Despite everything they've done so far, he still couldn't believe that this perfect physical specimen of a boy was willingly letting him fuck him, and calling him grandpa while he did it.

"That's right grandpa, I know you like sticking that old dick in me. You like shoving it inside someone younger than your grandkids, don't you?" Brad responded.

"Mother fucker!" Henry said, barely stopping himself from screaming it out. "Flip over. I need to see that handsome face for this."

Brad did as he was told, then raised his legs up and spread his ass, beckoning Henry to continue invading him.

Henry slapped his dick against Brad's hole. "You want it?" 

"Yes!"

"Yes what?" Henry teased.

"Yes, grandpa," Brad obliged.

"Mmm, good boy. Tell grandpa what you want. Let me hear it."

"I want you to fuck me, grandpa. I wanna have your old cock buried deep inside of me."

"How badly do you want this wrinkly, 84 year old dick to fuck you?

"Oh please grandpa. I want it so bad. No, I NEED it. Please, please fuck me," Brad pleaded.

"Well, far be it from me to deny my sexy grandson of what he wants. Ah, my mistake. What he needs," said Henry before thrusting his dick all the way to the hilt in one swift move.

"AAAHHHH," Brad moaned as the old man's dick filled his channel. The exaggerated moans from earlier were long gone. Brad now moaned with genuine lust and pleasure as Henry forcefully ravaged his ass.

"Hey Siri, when was the internet invented?" Henry asked his phone while his balls slapped against Brad's ass.

"What the fuck?" Brad thought to himself. Why was the old man asking Siri about that in the middle of fucking him?

"1983," his phone answered.

"Well would you look at that. If my math is right, it's been 42 years since 1983. So tell me, boy, how does it feel to get fucked by someone twice as old as the internet?" said Henry.

Brad had to internalize what just happened. This was the most random shit he'd ever have happen during sex. Why the hell would Henry bring up how old the internet was? There was also no way what Siri said was correct. Henry couldn't really be twice as old as the internet, could he?

The boy hadn't answered him, but Henry didn't mind. He watched Brad lay there silently getting fucked as he processed the info he was just given. Henry found it quite amusing to be on the other side of things and have Brad be the one that was caught off guard.

Brad's eyes widened and a soft whimper escaped his mouth. It was at this moment that Henry knew that it finally clicked in Brad's mind.

"Twice as old as the internet is wild. You're fucking ancient!" said Brad finally.

"I am ancient. And you're so young and hot. But here you are letting a fossilized bone jackhammer your hole, my disgusting grandson."

"That's right grandpa, don't stop. Keep fucking your disgusting disgusting. Show me how you fucked in the dark before they invented electricity," Brad said, giggling as he said that last part.

"Oh you little bitch!" Henry said with a laugh. "I'm gonna get you for that."

The old man expected Brad to say something lewd, but was instead met with a sincere look full of longing.

"I want to kiss you, grandpa. Please," Brad said in a hushed voice.

Henry shifted around so that he could essentially lay on top of Brad with his dick still inside him. Their faces were only inches apart, and they could feel each other's warm breaths. No words were spoken, they simply stared into each other's eyes for a few moments.

Brad placed his hands on Henry's cheeks and gently caressed them. Looking up at Henry, he saw a face that was old, wrinkly and ugly. He was, objectively, not beautiful. In fact, he was quite hideous, and Brad wasn't denying this. But there was just something about Henry that compelled Brad to make him feel good.

Perhaps it was because he had no intention of fucking Henry and actually got to spend time with him and get to know him, which was a first for the stud. Maybe it was all just some twisted game his mind was playing. He didn't know for sure, and in that moment, he didn't really care. What he did know for sure though, was that he wanted nothing more than to make sweet love to this dirty old grandpa.

Brad pulled Henry's face in, and their lips touched.   While it was a light, gentle kiss at first, it began to deepen. The old man's hands, which had been idle on the sides, took hold of Brad's face, caressing him as their mouths collided.

Brad pushed his tongue deep into Henry's mouth, making sure to let the old man know how badly he wanted him. Henry responded in kind, slipping his own tongue into the boy's mouth. His tongue was peculiar in that it was unusually long, much longer than an average man's tongue. The young stud made the most of this and started to gently suck on it.

Henry had never had his tongue sucked on before, and found it to be very enjoyable, so he let it sit in the boy's mouth so he could continue giving it attention. As Brad sucked on Henry's tongue like a jello popsicle, his hands began travel from the man's face, downwards, tracing his body along the way, until he reached his ass cheeks. The stud gave them a gentle squeeze and then pulled them in towards himself.

Although Henry's dick was still hard and inside Brad, he had stopped fucking the boy when he shifted positions to be able to more easily kiss him. He took Brad tugging on his butt as a signal that the stud wanted him to resume the fuck, which he was more than happy to do.

Henry was now fully laying on Brad, kissing him, while simultaneously fucking his ass. Although his thrusts were powerful and quick, it was nowhere close to how powerfully he pounded him in their previous position. However, it didn't make it any less erotic and enjoyable. They had found a steady rhythm, able to perfectly balance their passionate kissing and sensual ass pounding.

Their now sweaty bodies pressed together, and Brad could feel his smooth, supple skin and tight muscles rubbing against Henry's saggy, wrinkly, leathery skin. It made him very aware of the fact he was making love to an 84 year old man, which he found found so erotic, and savored the odd sensation.

The constant friction caused by their contrasting bodies rubbing against each other resulted in a slick, sloppy sound that would have disgusted any outside parties that heard them, but only served to heighten the passion between Brad and Henry.

Brad wrapped his legs fully around Henry's waist and, together with his hands that were still gripping his butt cheeks, pulled the older man in, aiding him in his efforts to plow his perky young ass.

Something was swelling in Brad and beginning to overflow. Henry noticed it too, picking up on it from the boy's moans delivered directly into his own mouth as they kissed, which grew louder and more passionate by the second. It was desperation.

Henry could feel that desperation growing, becoming more and more palpable. He could feel it from the way Brad kissed him with so much passion and need.  He could feel it from the way Brad clung to him and writhed beneath him, urging him to fuck him harder and deeper, and so he did, despite their position making it difficult.

The hungrier and more desperate Brad got, the hornier Henry became. It had come to a point where the stud was whimpering and squealing more than he was moaning, and was pulling in Henry's ass to fuck him so forcefully that his nail were digging into the man's skin so much that they were sure to leave a mark. It was driving Henry over the edge.

The old man broke their kiss, pulled out and started jerking his dick. "Oh, I'm so close to cumming, boy."

"Give it to me grandpa. I want it so bad."

"Where do you want it?"

"In my ass."

"Your ass? Are you sure?"

"Absolutely. I want it in me."

"Oh yeah? Then show me. Beg for it. Beg for grandpa to cum inside you."

"Please grandpa, please cum in me. I need your load deep in my ass," Brad pleaded.

"Beg some more. I wanna feel how badly you want it."

"Oh god grandpa, I'm begging you, please cum in my ass. I wanna feel you fill up my insides with your nasty old cum," Brad said in a sex crazed, desperate voice.

"Is that what you really want? For me to fill your guts with my ripe old cum?"

"YES! Give me that grandpa seed that's been curing in your balls for God knows how long. Fucking fill me up."

"Son of a bitch! Do you have any idea how pathetic you look begging for a grandpa more than 4 times your age to full you up with his cum?" 

Brad's face instantly burned red from embarrassment at hearing those words, but it fueled his hunger. "Fuck. Fill my 20 year old ass with your 84 year old cum. Flood my guts with your seed grandpa!"

Henry watched the young hunk as he begged to be bred. He saw Brad's bulging biceps, his perfect pecs bouncing up and down, his rock hard 6 pack abs, and the way they all contrasted with his face that exuded submission and desperation. Hearing Brad, seeing him like, finally brought the octogenarian to his orgasm.

"I'm cumming, boy! I'm filling your hot college ass with my 84 year old seed!" Henry cried out as he exploded inside Brad.

Henry's entire body convulsed as he pushed hard into Brad's ass, his cum shooting out of his cock like a fire hose,   completely flooding the boy's insides. He was shaking so violently and moaning unintelligibly that for a brief moment, Brad felt genuine fear that his lover might be having a heart attack.

When his orgasm finally passed, the adrenaline that had empowered Henry like a man in his prime faded, and he collapsed on top of Brad.

"Are you okay, Henry?" Brad asked him. "For a moment there, I thought you were having a heart attack."

"Yes, I'm fine. But you know what? If that had been a heart attack, it would have been the perfect way to go out. I'd have died at my happiest," Henry answered.

"What that fuck?" Brad said laughing. "There's no need to be so morbid. Besides, if you died back there, that means I would never be able to have you inside me again. And I DEFINITELY want you inside me again, and again, and again."

"Oh my god, Brad. I can't believe this is all real. I wish you didn't have to go and I could be with you forever," said Henry.

"Well, as much as I'd love to stay, I gotta get going. I'm already running late to meet my friends, and I still have to go home and clean up. But hey, how about this? I won't clean out my ass. I'll keep your cum inside me all night while I'm out. That's sorta like having you with me, or rather, in me haha!" 

"Are you being for real?" asked Henry.

"Oh, absolutely. Give me your number so I can send you a little surprise later," said Brad.

They exchanged numbers, shared one last passionate kiss, and Brad was headed out.

"Alright, take care. Can't wait for my next visit. Don't wait up!"

Just like that, Henry's perfect birthday was over, although he apparently still had one last surprise coming.

Henry knew he should have gone to sleep. The physical strain of the fucking he gave Brad could have easily put him in a coma, so rest was much needed. However, the anticipation was too much, and he couldn't get his mind to relax.

It was around 3:30AM when Henry felt his phone vibrating. He was beginning to lose faith in Brad and thought that maybe the boy had changed his mind. But no, he was just a young man in his prime enjoying life with his friends. He should have expected him to be out until late.

He clicked on the notification which led to a video sent by Brad. Henry played it and was blessed with the image of Brad setting his phone on the bathroom counter, then taking a step back. The boy lifted one leg up and placed it on the counter, exposing his ass which he spread out, then pushed the cum out of his hole onto his hand. He brought it close to the camera, showing off the large pool of sticky goo that was Henry's 84 year old cum. The old man was astonished that the load was perfectly white and clean, as if it had just  been freshly shot out of his dick.

Nothing could have prepared him for what came next, though. Brad picked up his phone for a close up, as he proceeded to slurp all the cum off his hand, licking clean whatever seed was left on it, and swallowed.

"Good night, grandpa. Can't wait for you to fill me up again," the boy said with a wink as the video ended.

Henry simply smiled. He had been on autopilot for many years now, just letting time pass by. But now, for the first time in as long as he could remember, he had something to look forward to, a real reason to live his life, a reason that went by the name of Brad.

To be continued