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Life With My Granny, Part 2
by Tom Hanks
Al and I said, 'Good night, granny.' Al said, “Granny thanks for your kindness and for the lovely meal;. it was delicious!"
As granny prepared to leave us for the night, the power came back on. (We all smiled) Granny snuffed out her lantern and we followed suit. Granny departed, saying, "Bill, be sure to lock the doors and get all the lights before retiring."
I said, "I will granny."
She concluded, "Don't stay up too late…you need your rest."
We agreed. "We’ll be retiring in just a moment, granny." Al told me it had been a long day and it had for me as well. So in a few minutes, we were locking the doors, shutting off lights and making our way to granny's bedroom.
Shortly after supper, I had changed my clothes and put on my baggy pajamas; leaving off my underwear. Although, not unduly huge, I can hold me own...a flaccid 7 inches and engorged to about 8.5 inches when I sport a rock-hard erection. Well, I didn't have an erection, but I was certain, that I caught Al being a 'crotch-watcher'…mine that is.
Doors now locked and lights off throughout the house. We closed the bedroom door behind us. Al spoke first, "Thanks Bill for having me over…and for permitting me to spend the night."
I told Al, "You are more than welcome...besides this weather isn't fit for ducks, much less humans. Since you don't have to work, why go back to the barracks.'
Al asked, "Do you have a preference?" I was startled (I thought) “What on earth does he mean?" Al apparently saw my somewhat startled face...smiled and …rephrased the question, "Do you prefer a certain side of the bed?" We laughed.
"I usually sleep on the right side as I sleep best on my right side."
So Al began to get undressed and neatly folded his trousers, his shirt (I provided him some hangers and closet space. He folded his tee shirt and off came his shoes and socks, leaving on his boxers and ...yes, my god! He did not misrepresent himself, he did, indeed, sport a very nice, well developed bulge in his shorts.
As we got in the bed, my heart was pounding. He cut off the light and we laid there chatting. I was delighted to have Al, but had to pinch myself...to prove I was awake and laying next to this wonderful, very hot and manufactured human male. I felt a tent in my own arousal as I thought about this guy...very happy the lights were off and he could not see my face.
Al smiled like Old Spice cologne. I don't like it much today, but then, he smelled very manly. During the night, I was awakened with Al loosening my draw-string to my PJ's. In fact, as I lay there, now fully awake, I realized my bottoms were located down around my hips and just above my knees. I never felt him get this off and down.
I felt Al's massive arm around my waist and pulling me into himself. I felt his breath against my neck and shoulder blades…his cock was pressing into my butt crack and attempting to find my man hole and screw me.
It all happened so quickly. I wondered if I should pull away, be still, act like I was sleeping, whatever. But with one massive pull of his arm around my hips, the tip of the head of his male meat penetrated my hole and he gently pushed and went in me...deeper...deeper and ever so gently and slowly…this guy was now fucking me.
He was built somewhat long, but not too large in diameter...so once he made his initial penetration, he wasn't hurting me...and he royally screwed me...with a ton of affection and a love-starved air guy that was a real babe.
The next morning there was no shame. No guilt. Al pulled me to him as if it were the most natural thing... kissed me and held those kissed for unspecified amounts of time, thanking me for the best evening of love-making ever.
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