Mike always took time to visit his grandpa at the retirement community. He owed that to the guy who had been a father to him after his own dad left when he was a toddler. Bill had been a tough with Mike, but strong hand had made Mike the successful young man that he is.
At six foot two, two hundred and twenty pounds his beefy muscular body and gorgeous black haired face he was irresistible to women. Owning a small construction company, made him a great catch. However, at age twenty eight, Mike was not ready to settle down. His mean rugged look easily told the women he'd pick up that they were to just be his fuck toy for the night and not to even ask him anything beyond that. He liked variety and had women and girls of any age. He was a hard worker and fucked hard every night of the week unless he felt tired.
Mike would drop by to see his uncle after working out at the gym for a couple of ours. He always showed up in his sweaty tank top, basketball shorts and sneakers. With his short buzzed hair and his thick goatee, he just reeked of raw sexuality. His cock swinging against the thin material of his shorts always drew other's stares to his crotch and he would always wink or wickedly smile back at the person he'd caught, whether male or female, to embarrass them.
Tonight, his grandfather had gone to bed early and he Mike decided to drop by one of the rec rooms at the retirement center where the old guys would play pool until late night. Although the guys were in their seventies and eighties, the still got around and tried to remain active. They always admired Mike's body and joked about his strength and muscles. Sometimes they would all gather around him and ask to measure his arms and chest. Mike would have to take off his shirt and while they measured and he would sometimes think the old farts were feeling him up a little too much. Sam would run his fingers throughout his hairy chest and stomach before closing the measuring tape around his chest.
'Your chest is so hairy I need to pull apart some hair to read the measuring tape' Steve, another old guy would say. Larry, measuring his bicep would marvel in wonder as he wrapped the measuring tape on it and made sure his fingers accidentally dipped into his sweaty hairy armpit as he did so. David suddenly said, 'damn son, looks like you need a hot chic to measure that muscle for you', looking down at the growing bulge in his shorts. 'If he's hung like his grandpa, the gal better know what she's getting into,' laughed Joe. Mike put his shirt back on got his cue stick and asked who was next.
They played for a few more hours while giving Mike a few shots of whiskey that they could no longer drink. David kept making comments on Mikes bulging shorts while they all talked about sex and Mike's many conquests. Mike talked about how he had fucked old ladies too.
Mentioning this, Joe started to talk about how the old ladies at the center were great at giving gum jobs. Mike laughed , but it sounded interested to him. He wondered what it would feel like and his dick grew a little more. 'Looks like the man could use a gum job right now', he told the others pointing at Mike's crotch. 'Sure could boys, know any willing grandma's', he shot back, without smiling, as he made a corner shot. 'It's too late to get one now Mike, but toothless Sam here could help you out I'm sure' , he said as they all laughed.
Mike won the game and was to play Sam next. David suddenly said 'let's bet on this one, Mike, if you win you get fifty bucks and if you lose you pay us fifty bucks'. 'Guys, I didn't bring any money, can I owe you', said Mike. 'Okay, if you lose you have to let Sam blow you', David laughed. 'He might choke on it', Mike laughed. 'Oh, just play the game,' they all cheered.
Mike thought they were kidding and kept playing. Besides he hadn't lost a game yet tonight and saw an easy fifty bucks coming. He didn't realize that the shots of whiskey he kept having were hurting his game. Now as he watched Sam make the eight ball in the corner pocket he thought about losing the easy money. He'd bring him his fifty tomorrow he thought.
Hey Sam 'take your dentures out, we don't want you to scrape Mike's big sausage'.
Mike laughed, 'seriously guys I have to get going, I'll bring you the fifty tomorrow.'
'What fifty, you said you'd let Sam blow you', David fired back in a serious tone.
'Bill is sure to be disappointed to know his grandson didn't honor a bet', he said.
'I'm not gay guys, I thought you were kidding before,' said Mike.
