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BUNGALOW BILL & THE NEW BOY(18) ON THE BLOCK
© 2014 Robbie Webb
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All characters and terms including ‘boy’ ‘lad’ and ‘girl’ refer to people age 18 and over.
There were lots of 18 and 19-year-old boys out there who’d love to be sucked off by an old granddad, his toothless gums wrapped around their cock. There were lots of boys who’d love to slip their cock up an old man’s arse, who’d love to bash his loose-hinged back doors in.
Old Granddad Bill loved boys, horny boys who were into old wrinklies like himself. There were lots of old granddads out there who like having sex with 18-year-old boys, granddads just like Old Granddad Bill.
The first time he saw him he knew he just had to have him, the boy who’d just moved into the flat across the road. He was a horny old thing was Old Granddad Bill. He’d always been a bit of a sexpot, all through his life. Nothing wrong with that. He loved cock and was proud of it. He’d never married, never settled down. He had shown an interest in women when he was younger but he always preferred the guys, and the older he got the less interested he became in women. He last shagged a woman in 1976 but had had plenty of cock since then. And he had no intentions of slowing down. He loved cock, did Old Granddad Bill. He was 82 and had the sex drive of a 30 year old. I suppose you could say he was a dirty old man. He would be the first to tell you that he was a dirty old man. He was old, he was dirty and proud of it. You could call him a dirty old man to his face and he wouldn’t be offended by it.
You would have thought that by now he would be sick to death of cock. But no; sex just got better and better the older he got. The older he got, the more exciting it got, for the older he got the bigger the age gap became.