For as long as I remember, I've been super turned on by my man's man step gramps. 5'9, 190, blading, tight gray hair at sides, square jaw, barrel chest, thick guns and forearms plus a very interesting bulge in his trousers. Occasionally when he worked the third shift at the steel mill then come home drunk in the morning, I'd wait until I heard the heavy snoring, sneak into his room and start my attack. I'd stand at the foot of his bed and strip naked, my hairless nail slapping to my tummy as I slid my undies down. Then I'd creep to his bed where I'd usually start off by sniffing, kissing and running my fingers through the hair on his thick forearm, up to his biceps then bury my face in his armpit, drinking in his scent. As the snoring continued, I'd gently peel back his blanket to reveal his stocky frame clad only in his boxers. I'd start kissing him again through his silver chest hair, down over his solid paunch and then onto his massive thighs, gently resting my hand on the front of his boxers, feeling his fat, flaccid cock and extremely large, naturally hairless dad tanks. A few times I managed to unsnap his boxers and gently lick along his fat sleeping meat, until it twitched and began to engorge. It'd swell up to a thick seven inches and smell of Irish Spring and a natural sweet man smell which I still jerk off to today. Then he'd grunt and I'd be out of there in a flash. I eventually seduced him over one summer vacation and we fucked a few women together as well. Our sexual fun lasted twenty years and I Ioved every single minute of bedding down with grandpa Harry.