At first all grandpa wanted was to keep his cock inside of me as long as he could. He would take pills that would keep him hard for a long time and he...would spend hours putting me in different positions and he would fuck me ever so slowly. He would pull his cock out of me slowly and take a slow breath in, and then he would push back in with a heavy exhale, and once he got in as far as he could go and I could feel his cock head pushing against my insides he would hump me in short thrusts without. I place my hands on my waist and look at him in the eyes. His eyes are going up and down on my naked body. Still in silence he suddenly notices I am looking straight in his eyes. He stares for a moment and then turns his eyes down. I feel ashamed, but at least the rambling has stopped. I turn towards the television and click the same movie to start playing from the beginning.I turn around to watch him again. He walks to the couch to watch the movie and sits down, still visibly nervous but. He took it in his right hand, and began stroking. A wave of pleasure washed over his face, and he breathed a soft moan. I moaned as well, incredibly turned on by watching my friend pleasuring himself. I was bombarded by desire, wanting desperately to touch him. We stood there, mere feet apart, feverishly stroking our cocks. I dropped my magazine onto the ground, and stepped closer to Will, moving side by side with him. “Show me what you're jerking to” I said, craning my neck. Will smiled. I mean she had often been the one we tied up when we were younger, playing Cops and Robbers. Perhaps that had been the start. But it had nothing to do with me being tied, and dressed as a girl. My reverie was broken at the sound of the door opening. Joe came into the room, he looked very nervous, and my heart leapt into my throat when he entered. He was dressed in a robe, and I could see his legs and feet were bare. "Are you okay with this?"I nodded silently. I was getting hard thinking.