Tom Willoughby rocked back and forth on his rocking chair eyeing Damian, his 18-year-old grandson. He couldn't remember when or how Damian had gotten to be such a sexy young man. There he was playing a game of soccer with his friends. He was topless only sporting a pair of long black shorts. The sweat trickled down his chest as he and the other boys laughed while they played.
Tom felt his cock twitching inside of his pants. He knew he was well over 40 years older than Damian, and straight to top it all off, but something about this sexy young man had recently gotten him thinking about being with a male.
"Hey dad, Laurie and I are going out for a while. There is this one movie she's dying to see and then we are going to get something to eat. Is it OK if Damian stays here with you for a few hours?" His son, Clayton asked.
He looked up at his son and nodded. "Yes sure. That's fine. Look, he's out playing with his friends anyway."
Clayton smiled. "Thanks Dad."
Tom watched Clayton and Laurie leave. He was glad that his son was fortunate enough to have found a lovely woman like Laurie. Not only was Laurie a smart and hardworking lady, but she was beautiful. Her long red hair flowed freely and her beautiful green eyes that glowed when she was happy. Yes she'd managed to pass on her beauty and Clayton had managed to pass on his confidence and charm to Damian.
Tom missed his wife of 25 years, Carla. In fact Laurie reminded him a lot of Carla. That's why he enjoyed his son and his wife staying over. Not to mention his hot grandson!
It was getting hot outside so Tom decided to go back in and make some lemonade. A few minutes later He heard Damian come in breathing hard. He was coughing in between breaths.
"Hey you care for some lemonade?" Tom asked casually not being able to take my eyes off his hard chest.
"Yeah! Thanks gramps!" He grabbed the cold glass of lemonade from his hand and I just stood there watching him gulp it all down within a few seconds.
"Ahhh that was good! You make the best lemonade gramps! Where's my mom and dad?"
"They went out on the town. I hope you don't mind staying here with me. I hope this old man don't bore you."
He scoffed. "No way! I think you're one of the coolest grandpa's around!"
Tom felt himself blush.
"I'm gonna go shower up gramps," he called out as he began to leave the room. I stood there silent almost not being able to move since my cock was hard as a rock.
After about half and hour later, Tom was sitting on my recliner watching Gunsmoke. He saw Damian walking in the room and he flopped on the couch next to him. He handed him the remote.
"Here, I know you don't like these old shows so you can put it on whatever you kids like to watch."
Damian laughed. "No gramps it's OK. Old shows are cool. In fact, they are more exciting and have better dialogue than today's shows. Today's shows are nothing but sex, cheating, lying and more things to make one depressed."
Tom raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh? Don't tell me sex makes you depressed?"
He didn't reply. Tom could see the sadness in his green eyes. His brown/red hair was still wet from his shower and he remained topless wearing only a towel around his waist. Tom couldn't help but wonder if he was wearing anything at all underneath that towel.
"Damian? Are you OK?"
Damian looked down. "Gramps, it's sad to say, but I'm still a virgin."
Tom felt his heart racing. The thought of this innocent and yet so sexy young man never having had sex was such a turn on.
"Are you serious? I figured with as many girls that call the house, that you'd have had some sex by now."
He nodded still looking upset. "No. I guess I'm just scared."
"Scared? Of what?"
"Well, it's just that…oh nevermind! It's embarrassing telling my own grand daddy these things."
Tom moved over to the couch next to him. He sat so close he could almost smell his young masculinity. Damian glared at his grandpa.
