Sneaking the Model into my Gran's

When there's a hot guy on the line, I'll damn well find a way...

The summer after my sophomore year of college I stayed with my grandma and worked at the business of one of my aunts.  Between work and hanging with family, the best thing about that summer was the number of cute guys I linked up with in northeast Ohio.  One guy in particular was extremely sexy and the hijinx I pulled to get with him is particularly story worthy. 

Nick had just graduated from college and was living back home with his parents for the summer before he moved to NYC to teach and while he continued modeling on the side.  To put it frankly, Nick was stupid hot.  He’d been a track runner, his face was angular but also a little soft with his pretty blue eyes and his lips were full beneath the slight facial hair he grew.  Also, this man was packing and his cock was one of those special ones that bent downward i.e. it was made for stroking your prostate to perfection when you were in doggy. 

We’d started chatting while I was seeing a cousin a few hours south in Ohio which unfortunately left us with no options for meeting up out there.  However, after seeing his pictures and talking back and forth, I knew I needed this man on me.  

Once I was back at my grandma’s, we made plans for him to come stay on a Tuesday night.  My grandma didn’t get around too well at this point and thanks to my job, I was usually going to sleep after her and waking up before her most of the time.  Also, I knew that even if she did wake up, she couldn’t go out onto the screened-in porch of the house where I spent most of my time. All this meant Nick and I could have as relaxing and intimate a time as we wanted once she was out for the night and no one would be the wiser. 

He pulled up that night to the grocery store down the road from my gran’s and I picked him up after she passed out.  Everyone in that town knew everyone else and the last thing I needed was some nosey neighbor asking about his car chilling in her driveway the next day.  We crept back into the house and I led him through to the porch where I had my laptop set up for a movie.

I forget what movie it was but we started watching it and chatted a bit until our lips finally found each other.  We stretched out on the lawn chairs on the patio and made out while feeling each other up.  His stubble grazed up and down my neck between soft lip biting and flicks of our tongues into each other’s mouths. Slowly we lost our clothes until finally we were naked and this guy’s photos had not lied.  He was lean for sure, but cut as hell and his dick was just as fat and curved as I’d hoped.  

Before too long, we were sixty-nining, him slurping up my hole and me lapping up on his balls and swallowing his dick.  Now this was still a time when I still wasn’t a pro-bottom but when he laid back, I saddled up.  I worked my hole down his dick in reverse cowgirl and BAM, his cock smacked perfectly into my prostate once I hit the base.  I started riding him furiously and he started slamming back into me, that sweet sound of clapping of cheeks rising as we went at it.  

Then he pushed me up, spun me around into doggy and slid in while he stood over me.  I gasped because everything that was amazing in the last position was pushed to the max.  I could feel him stretching my hole that much more, diving even deeper, and I was whimpering with every stroke.  

After a proper deep fuck he picked up the pace and was beating my hole even faster, to the point I was seeing stars.  Then, with a final stroke bottoming me out, he came and slumped over me.  Through the cool down, we reverted back to cuddling on the lawn chairs and finished the movie between some more making out and necking. 

By then it was pretty late so we headed to bed.  However, by the time we hit the sheets, he was playing with my ass again and I needed him back in my hole.  I laid face down while this man pounded me into an ecstasy and came again.  He collapsed over me in a sweaty mass and we passed out while spooning. 

The next morning, I woke to his mouth on my hole, so needless to say we fucked again.  This time in a drowsy and relaxed spooning position til he got me in missionary and we both came.  We had definitely made the most of our covert sleepover. 

Now while my hole had definitely gotten fed, I was hungry as hell, so before I dropped him off at his car I drove us over to the town diner down the street.  The place was right off the highway so usually busy with all kinds of people that were traveling back and forth from Pennsylvania to Ohio.  As we were finishing up, I noticed a couple Amish women start to trickle in. 

We finished, paid, and walked out. Now, I don’t remember doing anything overt that would signal that Nick and I had been breaking all biblical rules on fornication for the last 12 hours, but apparently the Amish can sense it.  As we reached my car, I turned and saw six Amish men, with their trademark beards and black brimmed hats, had like crows assembled in a straight line on the sidewalk behind us and were staring us down.

“Are they looking at us?” I asked Nick as I slid in the driver’s seat.  

He looked back where they were all standing, still staring us down.  “Ugh, yeah.  That’s weird right?”

“Very,” I said as I flipped through my playlist.  With that, I rolled down the windows and started blasting some Black Sabbath as we backed out of the parking lot, raising the volume exceptionally loud as we passed our Amish spectators.  If you want the devil, I’ll always be happy to provide. 

I dropped Nick off at his car and kissed him goodbye.  We’d definitely be hanging out again that summer.  After that, I got properly dressed for work at my grandma’s and just in time for her to wake up and I bid her good morning and goodbye as I walked out the door 

When I got back to my room after work, I realized my grandma had been in there.  The bed was made, dirty clothes in the hamper, fresh laundry on the dresser.  Everything was exactly where it should be, except one solitary pillow on the side of the bed.  I picked it up and found one of the used condoms from the night before under it.  I could’ve had a stroke right then and there.

Thankfully, she never said anything, but I made sure the next couple times Nick stayed the night, there were no loose ends.

- Darian Black

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