Old Branch Club
A little break among old sluts and young studs
Old Branch Club
A little break among old sluts and young studs
The air was damp and cold, almost frigid in that early January. The streets were still bustling with people trying out their new resolutions before they were to give up, one new year.
Flocks of people trying to make sense and improve their lives, following whatever direction given, while ignoring the two young adults standing by the entrance of a relatively inconspicuous building. No sound, nothing, only a discreet door with a rainbow displayed on a plaque attached to the wood.
“It doesn’t look impressive,” commented the lanky Ram, his fur black and white with white spots around his eyes and horn and along his chest.
“You know how it is, once you go inside, that’s where the fun begins. You’re not gonna back out of it?”
“Nah.”
Nah, Mason wasn’t about backing out of that. It was his resolution, to finally try out the place after someone insisted on it. Still, he glanced at his friend… Technically former boyfriend. But even though Mason wasn’t in a relationship anymore with Aiden, they could be considered friends with benefits. Or people sharing, in the end, that same affinity they couldn’t satisfy with each other.
They broke up on good terms, knowing they had the same desire.
The same that drove Aiden to press a button on the intercom and answer the gruff voice. A beeping noise and the door opened, allowing the two to leave the cold streets behind and be ushered into a warmed place already overfilled with the scent of eucalyptus.
It was barely lit, with a protected window-counter opening up on a burly and aging Rhino. Beyond that, there was… Only another door, but no furniture.
They were not expected to wait any further here. And again, Aiden took the lead.
“For two people. He is a newcomer. If you can explain how it works,” said the Orca, pointing to the Ram.
Mason wanted to hide in a hole for a moment. But inhaled and approached, his fingers against his hips.
The burly Rhino eyed them, especially Mason, then grumbled and tapped the counter.
“ID,” he said, his bald head almost shining with sweat as Mason observed it.
But a quick elbow jab reminded the Ram to produce his ID, confirming everything. Twenty-two years old, almost twenty-three. He was a bit on the edge, but not like those who went as soon as they reached twenty-one.
So… The Rhino observed it, lifted it. Mason continued to watch the burly man, wearing chaps but nothing underneath… And then push it back to the duo.
“That will be fifty dollars. So. You’re new to the Old Branch. Curious?” asked the Rhino, offering a gentle smile to Mason, who clumsily pocketed his card back and put the bills on the counter, along with Aiden.
“Yeah. I heard about it. My b-friend told me it was a good spot,” added Mason, mentioning the Orca.
For a second, the Rhino glanced at the two… Then broke his mask, laughing a second as he pulled two bracelets. Each had a QR code attached to it, but they were not mere bracelets; they looked quite high-tech with a block of plastic attached to them.
And so, began the explanation.
“You install the Old Branch application on your phone, and scan the QR code. It will sync up your phone with the bracelet. You can then set the color and mood. Green, you’re looking. Red, you’re busy. Purple, you wanna get fucked up. And some other colors.”
“Yeah, don’t take the yellow one,” commented Aiden with a snark and another elbow jab before returning to syncing with his bracelet and putting it on.
“Haha, sure it’s funny,” commented the Rhino, returning to his serious attitude as he leaned on the counter. “You don’t have one set. But regulars have a profile you can search with the application if they’re inside. Don’t expect to see them outside or without a synced bracelet,” said the Rhino, nodding.
“I think… I get this,” said Mason, scrolling through the options. Search for partners, mood, rent a room, or even order drinks. Whoever made that app did not half-ass it. “Anything else?”
“Main rule,” pointed the Rhino, raising a finger. “You know it?”
“Never ask an old man to top?”
The Rhino cocked an eyebrow, turning to Aiden who grinned like the Devil.
“Rather, consent is key. But that’s the second officious rule. Men get here to get off, no judgment or bigotry. Or else you get thrown out.”
“Fair,” nodded Mason, then trying to kill Aiden with his eyes. As if he could shoot death-rays with them. But no. And so far, the only result was to get Aiden going and laughing.
“Go in. The lockers are on the left,” said the Rhino, pushing a button behind the counter, and the nearby door unlocked, allowing the two to enter.
“Thank you. We’ll behave,” said Aiden, pushing Mason inside and leading him right on through the corridors to the left, opposite to the Rhino’s tiny and cramped office.
Right away, the lockers were empty. No one was around to bother them, and most lockers were open. It was only a matter of taking one, grabbing the offered belt, with its phone pocket, and then stripping bare.
“Not getting cold feet?” asked the Orca, his blue eyes brimming with that same malice and amusement. And lust as he licked his lips while watching Mason strip.
“I’m shitting myself, right now,” mumbled the Ram, still going at it to remove his loose sweater… And his baggy pants. Everything that made him look more imposing than that thin and lanky body. He wasn’t dry, but he didn’t have any pudge. He was exactly that kind of lanky young adult whose muscles hadn’t been defined through working, and whose stature could make him appear as a twig.
Even then, there were traces of a robust build in his broad shoulders, though they were dropping. Or his long arms… Or, of course, in that elongated shaft dropping right between his legs, smacking as it reached down to knee level. Without going hard. That cock was a monster, something so unnatural nobody in his family got those genetics.
But Mason was hung.
Hung enough for Aiden to whistle and raise a fist.
“Go on, monster dick!” said the Orca, down to his underwear. And contrary to Mason, Aiden was way more fit and muscular. His body was lean, but those pectorals and abdominal muscles were defined. Every part of the anatomy was coiling and tensing, bulging obscenely under that black and white skin. Swimmer to a fault, that was how Aiden managed to get Mason’s attention the first time they met.
“Shut up! It’s… It’s not a monster dick!” groaned the Ram, hiding his bits as he crammed his clothes into the locker. And had to pull them out to retrieve his phone he placed in the pocket dangling from the belt.
Mason’s bracelet was white as he finished adjusting it… Then, he turned to his ex, watching the Orca’s adjusting the belt around his thin waist, right above his nethers. Above that slit that didn’t reveal anything of the prehensile and absurdly long penis. In a way, they were similar and just as hung. Solely that Mason was showing it. In contrast, Aiden had nothing to show unless he wanted to.
“You say that, but they will love it.”
“Who?”
“The old men. Seriously. I told you, they’re all size-queens. They’ll practically beg for us,” commented Aiden, pointing to the Ram’s half-throbbing mast. Mast that was quickly hidden.
“Yeah… But that’s not what I want.”
“No. You want to have a good time and meet someone? Huh? Let’s go. I have a few friends to present to you.”
And by friend… It was not people sharing the same “sphere” or age as Aiden. Despite Mason and Aiden working in IT for different companies, Aiden and Mason never sought the company of their fellows. Except when it came to sport and swimming, in Aiden’s case. They always maintained that separation, which often put Mason at odds with Aiden’s athletic friends. It narrowly broke their couple apart until they finally settled for staying friends and sometimes fucking.
Or instead, masturbating together since no one had the expertise in taking.
“You’re sure they’ll like me?” asked Mason, strutting behind Aiden and finding the tiled floor relatively warm.
The further they went, the warmer the atmosphere became. The more the scent of eucalyptus tingled Mason’s nose. However, to complete this, there was some jazz going on in the background. Some suave performance with a saxophone giving it all out to sell that atmosphere of relaxation and tender appreciation.
Of eroticism that only a few places in town could offer.
And so, as the Orca walked first, his tail wavering behind him, Aiden waved at faces.
An Iguana, a Bear, a Wolf, a Dog, a Horse, even a Giraffe, who had to mind his horns. That small group was chatting in an alcove surrounded by plants, sharing one bottle and one glass among them. And as expected, they were all old, naked… And having a red collar. A collar?
“Hey, Aiden. They have a collar?” asked Mason, stepping forth as they approached what looked like a bar. But as Aiden continued to strut, Mason gripped his ex by the wrist. “What’s that?”
“Oh. A particularity. Men over forty are given collars. When you’re thirty, you can pick between a collar and a bracelet. And at our age, it’s bracelet only.”
“Uh?”
“It’s to tell who’s a sub or a dom. Only subby old men, remember?” said the Orca, laughing and yanking his wrist free. “Come on. The first drink is on me.”
“Thanks?”
Surprised by Aiden’s burst of generosity, the Ram strolled, though he could feel he was being glanced at. The older customers, those who wore a collar, were eyeing him. Some had a green or purple color, and they were waiting for him. Or licking his lips.
“By the way, set your bracelet in red. You haven’t picked the color yet,” said Aiden while sitting on a bar stool.
“Oh, sorry,” grumbled Mason, joining Aiden in sitting while he fetched his phone.
He quickly reviewed the parameters, then fought against the UI for a second. Then picked the option “locked”. And just as suddenly, Mason felt fewer people were glancing in his direction.
Though someone else joined in, in the form of a barman.
The old Rabbit was looking rather gruff, a bit of a match with the Rhino at the entrance. One scar ran along his right eye, adding a pink stroke on the white and fluffy fur covering his face. His scowl was evident, his ears tied behind him in a sort of low bun. And his body? Well, he could have looked like a sumo, except he moved with a grace that kept Mason locked in.
“Ready to order?”
“I’ll take a black Russian,” said Aiden, smiling ear to ear while punching the order on his phone.
“How can you drink that?” mumbled Mason, shaking his head. “I’ll take a Kir.”
He looked at the Bunny who was already preparing the drinks, but watched as it was Aiden who finished the order on his phone, before sending it.
Somewhere, a little “ping” confirmed the reception.
Mason’s attention was shared between checking his ex, the large bunny… And then his phone had a few notifications and messages he received for Aiden.
_“Got anyone you fancy?”
“Dunno”
“Check the search. Might have something for you.”_
With a grunt, Mason closed the messages and checked the app. There was a search option, linked to whoever was here. So… The young Ram leaned forward, elbows on the bar counter, and tried to search.
The place seemed bigger than it looked, as there were not many people in the bar, yet the application had at least two dozen people logged on. Some were barred, locked, and presumably busy… Much like the group around their table.
And then, there was-
“Auguste. Wanna tell him how you landed here? With the juicy bits,” asked Aiden.
Suddenly, Mason turned left and right. No one was around or directly looking at him. No. Then, his eyes followed one direction, the drinks from the Bunny.
“Aiden. I like you. But you must learn some respect for your elders,” said the Bunny, hands on the counter.
“Nah. Too long for me. I prefer to fuck them,” smacked back the Orca, reaching for his black cocktail to chug it down. “Good one. So. You won’t tell him the story?”
“And who’s that guy? He’s not a friend of yours, you’ve got none,” scoffed the Barman.
“Hi. You can call me Mason-”
“He’s my ex. My ex-ex. Boyfriend. And friend with benefits.”
“Heh. No shit,” said the Bunny, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms. Then, he leaned forward. “Wait. You’re telling the truth. Oh… Uh. He is real.”
“Yeah. I told you I had to bring him here. I told him almost everything about the place. But I kept the juiciest part for you to tell,” said Aiden, thoughtfully sliding the glasses away. Even the Kir Mason had been ignoring for his phone.
The search kept his eyes fixated… or rather, on one profile.
“Maybe you should see if he’s even interested in listening to my story. Little Ram?”
Mason’s eyes were pried from his phone for a second, making him glance around.
“Uh. What? Something? Me?” he asked, only to bleat when his phone was snatched.
“Who’s gett-” started Aiden, glancing at the screen. “Oh. That’s who you want tonight? Not bad… Not bad at all. ‘Knew he’d get your attention.”
“Give it back, damnit,” grumbled Mason, snatching his phone and locking it. “I told you not to do that again. Seriously.”
“Ouch,” commented August, though he seemed amused to see Aiden raising his arms as a sign of peace.
“You got your phone back. I wanted to see who you drooled after. To see if that wasn’t a creep.”
“Aiden…”
“What? There are creeps.”
“Even then…” scowled the bully.
“Yeah. You can keep your hands to yourself. Plus, it’s my choice.”
“Fine, fine! I’m sorry,” groaned the Orca, eyeing them both. But as they did not stop scowling, he grabbed his drink and jumped off the bar stool, his tail wagging. “I’ll go somewhere else. I already have a date set for tonight.”
Still, his green bracelet was saying otherwise. Or so thought Mason as he frowned towards the Orca. Then returned to the bar. To his Kir. His phone. The Barman eyeing him up and down, sizing him up.
“Uh…” was the first attempt at a talk from Auguste, scratching his neck as he was.
“Yeah,” added Mason, not even capable of adding more for a second. Before he took a sip. “Ex-boyfriend.”
More awkward silence, even as the Barman was getting himself a drink. And for a moment, there was that strange silence. Before Mason watched a glass presented to him, yanking him away from this moody moment. It was a martini, presented, but held by the Bunny. For a toast.
“What’s that for?” asked the Ram, still toasting and then taking another sip.
“A toast for someone coming to the Old Branch. It’s rare we see new blood here.”
“You can drink on the job?”
“Perks of being the co-owner, the reason why I’m here, by the way,” said the Bunny, sipping too. “You already have someone in sight for tonight?”
“I might… I sent him a message with the application, but I didn’t hear any-”
PING
As if on cue, Mason’s phone emitted that loud and distinct ping that wasn’t comparable to any other application. And Auguste laughed.
“I guess he is interested,” commented the Bunny, watching the young Ram typing a message back as fast as lightning. “Who’s this?”
“Charles. Well, that’s his name on the app,” commented the Ram, glancing at the message back. “Do you know where room four is?”
The Bunnny stopped his drink for a second, then pondered. Hands on his chin. For a moment, Mason wondered if the bunny was remembering the place. Then, he shook his head.
“Charles is a good guy. Though it’s curious. But try not to be an ass with him,” said the Bunny, before pointing a corridor adjacent to the “bar”. “Take there, follow the corridor by the sauna… And you’ll find it.”
“Thanks!”
“Do not forget your drink.”
With a hasty grip, the Ram grabbed his drink and strutted away… In a way, in a similar direction as Aiden did. However, as he walked the corridor, the scent of eucalyptus was stronger… Likewise to the undertone of sex and abuse.
A scent the Ram took in as he exhaled, and watched… Well. More couples on the way to the room four.
An old gray wolf was attached at the hips to a dun bull who happily fingered him. A large Tuna fish with a Komodo Dragon, both wearing a collar… And then, as Mason turned left, he saw the sauna through the glass window. There, he noticed a white-furred Lion getting spit-roasted by a Zebra and a Boar. A vision that certainly struck with the ambient jazz sound and the relatively relaxed red lighting. Everything was sleek, direct… The tiled floor was black with white fillings, all clean and reflective… It wasn’t some cheap place; it had to be a pet project.
Then… As the room four appeared, with the number written in big on the door, the Ram inhaled. He exhaled, then opened the door to be welcomed by a barely lit room.
Hastily, he placed the remnant of Kir on a nightstand by the entrance and advanced.
The entire floor was covered with a plastic mattress, and the air was thick with the scent of sex, of ass, cheap lube, and cum. It was a den of pleasure, and Mason inhaled it… Then exhaled, feeling his cock throb between his legs as his eyes landed on that “Charles”.
The old Ram looked quite similar to Mason, except his fur was completely white and his horns less pronounced: they pointed up wheras Mason’s curled.
Beyond that, the Ram’s body was… Voluptuous. Fat. With generous thighs and a more generous ass, with the cheeks lightly sagging. And as Mason looked at Charles, his eyes danced on that back… On that cum-caked fur. On that collar with the purple on it.
And Mason bit his lips from excitation, his cock growing harder as he advanced, breathing loudly.
The old Ram’s face was turned away, with his posterior presented as he was on his belly. And with one hand, he pulled on the white-furred cheeks to pry them open, to expose the gaping hole… The wide rim, the slight vertical split… And finally, that asshole that was practically winking.
“Hey. Son, ready to fuck your Dad?” asked the Ram, his voice tender and charming. Then, as he turned to look over his shoulder, his eyes widened. “Mason?”
“Hey, Gramp,” said Mason, smiling and approaching… Then dropping right between Charles’ spread thighs to smack them… And keep them spread despite the older man trying to close them up.
For a moment, the old Ram remained abashed. Surprised. More so when the younger one was pressing on those massive cheeks, squeezing, massaging them. Mason’s breathing was quick, needy… But so was his erection as he had his cock erect and pressing against those wide buns, smearing them with precum as that mushroom-shaped tip sprayed that thick precum over it.
“… Are you… Kidding me? Is that you, Mason? Wait? Do you know where you are? What are you doing? How did you know about this?!” sputtered the old Goat, pushing with his arms. “We need to go. I need to see your-”
SMACK!
Mason’s hand smacked the old Ram’s posterior, making both the hands and cheeks burn. Even after Mason shook his hand to make the burn go away.
“Calm down, Gramp. Calm down.”
“Calm down? When my grandson is… Here? And… Oh… The humiliation,” mumbled the older Ram, hiding his face. “Fuck… It had to happen. Someone would catch on. Everyone will know. I’m fucked-
Smack!
Another smack that made the Elder tighten and tense. His legs almost closed… But Mason’s fingers were still over that posterior, prying, and pushing his thumbs inside it to test the supple and warm entrance.
“Gramp… You’re making it awkward for us,” groaned Mason, tempted to tug on the rim.
“Awkward for what? You’re… What the fuck are you here? You’re too young!”
“I’m twenty-two, soon twenty-three. I can come here if I want, Gramp,” said Mason, massaging that hole and finally… Pulling on it. “But I was surprised to see you here. A bit.”
“Who… Who knows?”
“Perhaps Aiden, he invited me here,” said Mason, finally giving up and having his hand on his waist, as his Grandfather didn’t answer. “I thought you’d be into this…”
“Yes. I am into roleplaying! Into make-believe! As if it’s happening! But I know it’s fake! But never… …” answered the older Ram, sighing, and turning. Entirely. Body and legs, going on his back. And exposing well… That cum-covered face, those dicksucker lips, those pierced nipples, those fat tits… That belly. And that tiny cock with tiny balls, something that was ridiculously small in comparison to Mason’s endowment.
It was oddly sexy for the young Ram who looked at it, even when his “Gramp” tried to hide that groin.
“Can you stop looking at me like this?”
“… Why would I when my Gramp is so cute?” asked Mason, answering directly. Before he blinked, and looked away. “Sorry. I saw your profile. I thought you’d be into this. Didn’t know coming here would be so awkward.”
“As if you could come and fuck your grandfather like it’s normal?”
Mason thought about it. Yes, it was stupid. But he nodded.
“Mason. For someone so smart with phones and computers, how can you be so stupid?”
Mason shrugged, still his eyes looking away.
“Dunno.”
“Dunno… I could have had a heart attack! Imagine if you walk in with your boyfriend or our family!”
Mason imagined it and grimaced, then snarled.
“Yeah. I didn’t mean to come on this like this. I… Urf. I just wanted to do it with you.”
Silence.
A moment in which Mason felt his cock’s throbs lessen and his erection dwindle. Yup, the mood was getting killed over this, and he was almost ready to leave.
“You could have asked outside.”
“I didn’t even think you were into this before today.”
“Maybe you could have waited until tomorrow. Or any other day after you saw my profile. Or anything.”
More silence as Mason scooted back, ready to leave the room.
“Or you could have told me when you messaged me. I wouldn’t have refused it.”
Mason’s eyes turned and twisted, looking at his Gramp. At the old man who, for a while, had been an important part of his life. An old man who helped him learn mechanics and do house repairs. Even though they’d been drifting over the years… Mason still lusted after that fat body he admired.
“You’d accept this?” asked Mason, feeling his cock throbbing with life once more.
“After a moment to recover? Probably. I wouldn’t pass on my grandson coming to fuck me… Unless. You’re clean?”
“Never had anyone but Aiden,” commented the young Ram, scratching his chest and… gripping his shaft, giving it a little sway. And sure enough, his Gramp’s green eyes were over the bouncing shaft, more so as it smacked on those thighs… And legs. Legs that closed, going behind Mason’s posterior to pull him closer… To make Mason approach until there was no distance between the two.
Until Mason had to lean forward and have his hands on either side of his Gramp’s belly, his muzzle practically nudging the sizeable chest.
“So… It’s your first time here. And your first decision was to ask me out. I don’t know if I’m lucky or not,” scoffed the old Ram, rubbing his soles against his Grandson’s body. All the while, Mason was feeling the need to nudge those breasts more… Then to give them… A lick. For each of the swollen and erect nipples. On those nubs so massive they were an invitation to biting, licking, kissing.
“Can we… Do it, then?” asked Mason, uncertain. But shaken when he felt a hand land on his nape, keeping him close to those “tits”.
“Is that not what we’re doing, Mason?” asked the older Ram, weighing on his words.
“Yes. Gramp…” nodded Mason. And through that instant, he couldn’t remove his hands from exploring that pudgy belly, to run over those moobs to squeeze them… Or to have them squeeze on the unattended nipple.
He explored, feeling the folds formed by the fat and the skin… He tugged on them gently while, with his eyes closed, Mason was to explore his old man’s body… He went over the arms, flabby. The pits to feel the tuft on them, similar to his. Then the sides, feeling the love handles.
Then, on the saggy posterior that was crushed and flattened due to the older Ram’s weight. Then, he had his hands on the thighs, so wide… And slipped beneath them, before he lifted them, enjoining the older Ram to lock them around his waist.
“You are beautiful. Gramp,” said Mason, his voice soft as he whispered to the first moobs. And nipped again.
A nip that elicited a moan, a groan… And a drop of fluid. No, two. One from between the Ram’s legs, within the folds that formed that fat fupa. But then, another that was the youngest’s tongue tip. It was sugary, sweet. Wondrous to the tongue as Mason licked what was… Milk. Soft, creamy. Almost perfect.
“Or granny?”
“You have a dirty mouth,” said the older Ram, still stroking that nape and enjoining him to lick and sample, even when those hands were rubbing and going over the posterior, rubbing and massaging it… Even though accessing that hole with that angle seemed unlikely. “Sucking on my breasts. Calling me Granny… Mason.”
“That’s what you want too,” commented the young Ram, continuing his nibbling that turned into biting, and a harsh suckling. Through the abuse, the flow of milk increased… And so, the older Ram’s heartbeat went savage. His breathing was raspy. But his voice turned into a cooing moan while another hand rushed to stroke Mason’s chest.
“N-Never tell that to anyone,” ordered Gramp… His voice low, pleading, begging.
“Sure. As long as I can have access to Granny’s cunt outside.”
“Granny, she… oh… ohhhh. You nasty gremlin.”
There was a chuckle shared between the two, cut short by Mason pulling free. His Gramp’s grip was weak and unwilling to stop him when the young male started to move and crawl around, slipping free from any restraint and going on his Gramp’s left.
“What? Are we changing position?”
“I want you to be the smaller spoon,” explained Mason, gripping his Grandfather’s leg to lift it and guide the older Ram into going on his side.
Through the explanation, the older Ram followed. He didn’t fight. He merely rolled to his side… And somewhat shifted his position to allow Mason’s arm to slide underneath him… And over him. One hand went over his breasts, the other, above, went between the older Ram’s thighs, to pull on the flabby belly, and then dig into that fupa to reach for the small cock.
“Hmph. We could have done it on the back… Or on all fours. Or me riding you.”
“You could pull your back. And no… I want to feel this,” explained Mason, cupping the nearest breast… And squeezing it.
He never doubted his Grandfather could lactate. It was a sort of condition with the older men in the family, though Mason didn’t inherit this. Nevertheless, it gave his Gramp the fattest and most sumptuous tits he could have imagined. All leading to that strange appetite for voluptuous older men.
Aiden helped him understand that appetite. And it was what kept them united, even now.
Even now, as Mason’s cock throbbed between his Grandfather’s thighs, brushing them while the younger Ram opened those legs…
The meat, the sagging, the fur itself was pressing on the shaft as Mason rubbed and tried to find the good angle, to have his cock nudge at his “Granny’s” groin. He pushed against that scrotum, then that tiny cock… And then, as all went down, he merely… Had his enormous cocktip going on a back and forth against the groin, grinding against the pitiful erection.
“Hrmph… You are the best, Granny,” said Mason, lost in the pleasure. Lost in the desire as he guided his cocktip along the scrotum, squishing it, then over the perineum… And then, the rim and asshole.
For a moment, he had to give up on holding those perky tits… But soon, he had his cock at the entrance, and the older Ram quivering.
“If I knew… You’d be there. Oh… Mason. Go on, fuck your grandpa. Stuff me.”
“Sure I’ll do.”
He did not lie. He did not abandon the appetite for pleasure when he pushed against his Grandpa’s fat rim. With one thrust, he penetrated it, more than one-third of it locked inside. And he didn’t stop or slow. That velvety hole was so warm and pliant, so pleasant as it weakly tried to clench.
It must have been loosened by age or experience or Gramp’s last fuck. At that moment, it was way too lose to hold Mason and stop him for pushing further… And further… And further until more than two-thirds of his length was inside, inside that warmth and lubricated entrance.
“Oh… I… Should have done that earlier!” moaned Mason, biting his lips. It was much better than the toys he fucked…. It was so warm and wondrous. Not too tight, but somehow adequate due to his cock that was happily punching his Gramp’s guts.
“D-Done… W-What?” moaned the older Ram, the voice stumbling on every vowel. Even speaking was arduous… So difficult for the older Ram, who heaved and grunted, like he had been carrying something for hours. Or working out.
Those loud inhalations were shaking that back, helping the youngest feel them… Feel that instant. Feel those perky breasts lift, then drop.
He closed his eyes, clawing closer and closer to those nipples until he had one pinched while the other hand was on his Gramp’s genitals, playing with that tiny clitdick that was almost laughable.
“Fucking… A hole. You’re… My first, Gramp,” laughed Mason, pressing his head against the entrance.
What a first.
No foreplay. No play. No kisses.
Instead, it was merely all fucking and pleasing and taking. Nothing that was sane. Nothing that was romantic. It was pure… Bestial needs to which Mason answered through thrusting and pumping, feeling how delighted his Gramp’s cunt was. That hole might be quivering and weakly clenching, but it did nothing to stop him. To stop his desire to be fulfilled…
To stop that growing fire from crawling everywhere into his groin and legs. It was everywhere. It was everything. It was all sensations at once, something even a fake pussy couldn’t approach.
It was a swarming sensation the young Ram held onto as much as he held onto his Gramp’s clit and tits.
One he endured with gritted teeth and digging fingers while his Gramp’s moans heightened, too. They were not regular, mainly from Mason’s thrusts that were irregular, imperfect, and sometimes hitting at the wrong angle. But though the young Ram didn’t have the experience… He compensated with an eagerness and stamina only the youngest could offer.
And through his grunts and groans, through fighting to hold onto that instant to the point he might waste that moment, that orgasm… Mason thrust. And punched. And hit.
And came.
He came. He came with his legs suddenly clenching, his toes curling. His face contorting. His voice turning into a whine. His composure crumpled. He felt almost numb, like his arm he yanked free to have it against his chest. Empty as he felt his groin burst with pleasure…
And ended with his muzzle pressed against his Gramp’s back, breathing against the sweat, cum, and lube-caked fur. One breath was a musky mix that could sear the nostrils.
Yet, the youngest Ram continued thrusting as his eyes danced on that bristling fur, on that body shaken by tremors… On that back tensing with each inhalation and relaxing with each exhalation.
A moment… A sigh. Peace.
Then a groan.
A groan as he heard something like a wet suction, followed by the sound of something clapping against wet fur. A glance up… And Mason managed to catch a glimpse of his Gramp’s currently masturbating, his face close.
The old Ram had managed to grasp his tiny cock between his fingers to pinch it. And through using another hand to squeeze his fupa, the older male was giving himself enough length to stroke and rub… Something Mason observed, still hit by the afterglow.
He didn’t pull back. Not yet, though.
Instead, he observed as his old Grandpa was… Furiously stroking and moaning.
Even his little tail wagged and brushed Mason’s belly until, with a gasp and a sigh, the older Ram stopped and released his cock… Cumming.
It was done. He came… Finished himself.
For a moment, Mason remained silent as he finished watching the cumshot coming from that tiny clit, just a single jet… One white jet already mixing with the messy mattress, adding to the puddle already forming around them… And beneath them.
“First time? I… Think I can teach you a few things.”
“I… Yeah. I was so into it,” said the young Ram, unable to compose himself. He was biting his lips, looking away, flustered, bothered. He thought he came like those quick-shooters in porn. He knew it was not true, but he didn’t hold as much as he could.
However, as he grunted and started to pull back, his shaft having gone soft, the younger Ram felt a hand brush his sides.
“It was not so bad. You did better than most,” commented the older Ram, blowing towards Mason.
“In that case, why not teach me how to do better?” asked Mason, eager and running a hand from between his Grandfather’s thighs to that belly… And breasts, to squeeze them.
“I could… What if we start again?”
“Hmm… Fine. How?”
“Get me some beer from Auguste.”
“I don’t know what it has to do with beer.”
“I am thirsty. Don’t question your Grandpa. Plus, you haven’t visited me since the New Year.”
“Fine,” chuckled Mason, pulling back and free, feeling and hearing the hole relinquishing its weak grip and control over the flood of cum sputtering free. One tidal flood that covered Mason’s groin as he rolled free on the mattress. “Two beers.”
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Whistling his favorite song, Mason snapped his fingers in rhythm. He couldn’t stop doing it; the music was far too catchy for him to resist, even though the poor aging radio was doing its best to sputter the notes and ancient lyrics.
Still, the catchy tune filled the clunker as it bounced and jumped… And sped through the dirt road. The whole place belonged to Mason’s family, and no one except some kids on their bikes entered the undergrowth or delved within the hectares of forest.
At most, you could find feral predators, but none dared to come near the center of the property, right by the rivers.
Through a glance in a rearview mirror, Mason caught sight of Aiden and his lover, Isaac. The Red Parrot Priest hadn’t even removed his collar, he was kissing the young Orca. Through the whole ride, the two had been exploring each other’s bodies like a teen couple, with Aiden’s fingers diving underneath the robes and lifting them.
Sure enough, Isaac sometimes asked if it was all right… But by the end of it, the poor Priest had been stripped of his underwear, and some of his red feathers landed on the front seat while Aiden was happily fingering him and stroking him on the back seat.
At least, they knew if they made a mess, it was up to them to clean up.
“We’re there,” said Mason, coming to a slow stop and cutting the engine right in front of the old wooden cabin. It was a two-story house with direct access to a discreet stone beach that had been part of Mason’s childhood memories. It was a structure that had endured the test of time, been renovated, and now provided a perfect blend of new and old, with its large bay windows, balcony, and access to the rooftop.
The weather outside was still chilly, though it was perfect for those who wanted a little retreat far from civilization. The car trunk was full, Mason had checked the generator’s levels a week ago… And the place had been dusted clean.
Meaning, there was only one thing to expect as Mason stepped out of the vehicle.
Behind him, Aiden was stepping out, his pants open and his bulging underwear out… As for Isaac, the old Priest had been stripped down until only the top of his robes covered his portly belly… Leaving the car commando was certainly bold.
A strange trio… Soon to be turned quartet when Mason’s eyes were drawn to the cabin’s opening door, and the sight of a pudgy, white-furred Ram, stepping outside with only a pink apron on him.
“Get inside, it’s chilly!” shouted the old Ram… Though he wasn’t ordering Mason, but Isaac. Isaac, who watched Aiden… Who nodded back.
“Get inside and ready, Daddy will fuck you,” laughed Aiden, smacking the Parrot’s posterior as he passed by. Then, the Orca went for the trunk, helping Mason to unload the drinks and supplies they’d prepared for the retreat.
Even the bottles of lube he snatched.
“Seriously. Mason… A fuck-your-bitch week? That’s one of your greatest ideas. You don’t mind if I fuck your Granny?”
“As long as you share Isaac. He must be stretchy if he takes you.”
“Deal,” laughed Aiden, getting ready for a few dangerously kinky days.