Fuck Your Granddad, Kids
#7 of Just a Series of Things
Just something I had on the back burner for a while now. Was a draft I toyed with a bit, but finally used my more focused perspective to fine-tune it to the image I had in mind.
[Edit: Fixed some spelling errors I found lurking in the midst of this that broke the flow of my own review to it.]
It's tough to live a life in solitude when you're the noisiest of the bunch, and tougher when there's nothing you can do to quiet things down. These kinda thoughts always trail around within Max's head as he drives home often. But tonight seemed a lot more grieving than it usually did.
See, he had just gotten back from the hospital, time reading 11:45 PM in brought blue numbers on his silenced radio. His grandfather needed to go in for hip surgery a week ago and ten minutes ago was his earliest discharge time. The doctor watching over him stated that the old guy should lay off from doing anymore mechanical bull riding like he said caused the little fracture in his bones. Whichever the case, Max was just glad the guy was alright but he hadn't said a word since they left.
Mainly because he had fallen asleep before they even got out the building.
Max pulled into the driveway of his small, blue house and cut the engine with a key turn, quietly extracting himself from the vehicle so he could do the same with his grandpa. Opening the passenger seat, the young marsupial carefully reached in and brought the hospital-garbed kangaroo out of his place and into his arms as best as he could manage. The old fart may be old but he was still heavy. Gently dragging his feet onto the ground, Max slowly brought the two of them towards the front door of the household he stopped at and unlocked the door via key under the pottery on the left. They had a welcome mat but he didn't wanna present an easy opportunity for burglars to sneak in with that cheesy idea.
Coming inside the dark home, Max lugged his oldest relative past the mud room and into the living room, thankful that it wasn't cold tonight or he'd have a cranky old 'roo in his hands already. Though, that didn't seem to stop the squirming marsupial from breaching past the barrier between teeming subconscious and conscious and waking up as if he just passed out from a tranquilizer dart.
"'Ey, 'ey 'ey...don't drag me...I can move on my own..." That'd go against what the doctor had suggested but here was the old patient trying to wrestle out of Max's grip. Mind, the kid wasn't much to fight the orders of his elders but even he couldn't withhold the small chortle that rose when the old kangaroo quite literally flopped to the ground seconds after being fully released. After making sure his nose wasn't busted, he turned towards the younger 'roo and held a hand out for assistance-without a word about his current position-quickly being removed from the prone state and brought onto the couch as older kangaroo reached down to rip off the wristband off his arm, his name on it reading 'JOHNS, MAXWELL'. Family isn't too big on good names. Best to stick to what you're used to, the old kangaroo says. "Go on an' leave me 'ere."
"But you still have your hospital stuff on. At least get that off before you go sleeping."
"Boy, go to bed. I got this." Max shrugged and continued to help his grandpa down to a more suitable position on the cushions. Not like he'd need to be doing much else from there but it was best to stay affirmative that the old coot should sleep, in spite of Maxwell's rather displeased struggling. He submitted, mind you, but with a frown that could have been mistaken for loathing if not for Max bringing out the blankets that usually went on this couch. Yes, his grandfather sleeps on the couch; not because of mattress space, but by the old kangaroo's decision. Simply refused to lay to rest with someone else present, and when question he just replies with: "Couch's better on my back."
Now that Maxwell was set to slumber, he grumbled under his breath before his eyes grew heavy as they did on the way out of the hospital and he was slowly breathing into dream land. This was Max's cue to head upstairs, but since he hadn't a drink all day he went to grab some water.
It had been a real cozy experience trying to fall asleep, but Max just couldn't seem to dive in long enough to stay in his subconscious. Was there something going on outside?
Oh wait, no. He just had to use the bathroom. That was easy to deal with since his room was next to the oval office and all he had to do was empty the tank. When that swirled water vanished, he got to washing his hands clean of any dirt and sweat that might have accumulated from touching around under the covers. Hey, just because he had a car and a house didn't mean he was completely responsible with his things. Just as he was heading back into his room, he heard his grandfather groan in relief downstairs and a wet squelch. That shouldn't really be a concern, but when you think about it Maxwell wasn't a happy sailor drifting off into the sea of unconscious. This was ample time to go back to bed, but curiosity drove him to creep downstairs.
Thankfully, those creaks and groans of wood never came from any of the steps as Max descended down towards the first floor. He made sure this house didn't have any traces of being weathered within its infrastructure. Though what he did find was probably good reason to go shooting back upstairs like a kid who nearly got caught getting a midnight snack while their drunken parents toss and turn on the couch.
Maxwell was up, and seemed to be doing fine as he was watching muted television with the closed captions on. Though what he was watching wasn't what caused Max to stop in his tracks. The old man still had the blanket over him where he sat but there was something pumping in and out of view from where his thighs were that could only be something that belonged behind locked doors if the old man's pleased groaning was a sign. He seemed to be going at it pretty hard, as the wet noises could be heard from all the way over by Max. The marsupial on the couch didn't seem to take heed that the television was supposed to be loud enough to mask his noises when one masturbated, not mute the damn thing and make as much noise as possible and thus Max was victim to having his wandering thoughts branch into very lewd territory.
What could he be thinking about? What had him up this late-3:09 AM to be exact from the kitchen clock illuminating the darkness within-to get frisky with himself? And more importantly, why was he lifting his legs up?
All of this and more crept into Max's slowly deteriorating purity as he watched his grandpa get himself off, eyes glued to the hand that was poking out from the blanket and dashing back in to..."help" the old kangaroo out. Things were getting faster and the wet sliding got louder, almost like someone mashing ground beef against each other when preparing to make burgers on a stove.
"Fuck..." Foul language made Max's ears droop towards his head, and they were gonna stay that way too; those legs of Maxwell's reached up high and his hand sunk down one last time before he bit his teeth and huffed his climatic descent over the edge. The growing wet stain on the blanket shook Max out of his sudden stupor and he departed from there before he ended up getting any deeper into this than he already was, focused enough to get his door locked shut with only a small click. When he got into bed, he felt something uncomfortably bend against the mattress and looked down. There, a rock solid erection jutted out from his crotch and begged for attention from within his boxers. As much as he would love to ignore this in favor of wanting to be clean going in to work, he was off tomorrow and already rationalized that it'd be better not having his dreams plagued by what he saw...
Boy was he wrong. That was a bad idea. Really. He didn't even make it into an hour of sleep, head still bringing up that scene when Maxwell...let's just say that Max wasn't going be able to calm his brain down from bringing it up every time he closed his eyes to try and forget about it. His boner hadn't left him either, making a wet spot on the sheets as he laid on his side with the pillow over him. Probably a bad move but at least the sun won't be in his eyes if he drifted off...somehow...
Nope. His cock wouldn't be ignored, throbbing in defiance to his attempt to try sleeping it down to flaccidity. There was no doubt that Max would not be able to run into his hamper for a sock or under his bed in time before he made more of a mess on it where he was, so he bit the bullet and let his hand get moving. The muffled sounds of wet sliding brought something of a soothing sensation to his mind, the tingles of pleasure beginning to work their magic and start letting him relax. Max bit his lip before he moaned and gave himself away, feeling his ministrations speed up as he rubbed in as much precum as he could shoot onto his meat to beat it senseless.
He was gonna regret losing sleep but he just needed this. With his grandpa posed in his mind's eye, his brain began to mold out something of an appealing scene for him to continue off. First, he saw the old man getting pummeled in the back by their neighbor Dan-a black stallion whose fur color fit the stereotype of dark-paletted species-but that brushed away as quickly as it came before the kangaroo in Max's mind was on his hands and knees taking it from both ends like a champ from two bears. There'd be no explaining as to why Max was steadily thinking of his own _grandfather _getting railed like he were those cheesy prostitutes that you'd pay a five-dollar bill for a quick chub rub, but his hand didn't slow down to match his rationale and his dick was too hard to care. The sheets and boxers were both soaked despite him trying his best to lube only his shaft, but even then the young 'roo hadn't a thought clearer than the skies about the mess.
And speaking of messes, the rush of euphoria that shoved the poor lad off the edge was the sight of his grandpa Maxwell getting filled in the butt with so much cum that it poured out of him as soon as it went in. Every shot into his dream ass synced with each throb of Max's cock as it blasted gooey slooge into his underwear and inevitably seeped out and stained the insides of his blankets. It was hotter than it was earlier and it left Max heaving for air when his high struck. Every time he blinked, the image of his grandpa was there like it got burned into his retinas.
Then he finally turned to try and sleep and saw his grandfather standing in the doorway staring back at him like a prison warden catching his inmate in the middle of using the cell bathroom.
Max felt his blood run cold, unable to move without further suggesting that he just finished jacking off like a depraved addict who had his laptop taken away by his parents, but inside he knew the old kangaroo could still tell. And to put salt on the wound, the old man had the nerve to whiff the air like one would a fresh bed of flowers after a productive spring and exhaled when he was satisfied. Max awaited the verdict with his face burning like it were on fire.
"Guess I don't need t' ask if yer gonna share th' bed t'night."...Wait?
"What...?" Before Max could comprehend it, Maxwell had climbed onto the bed with him and shamelessly opened the blankets so he could get inside. The immediate shift in comfort had the old man grumbling in obvious relief of someplace better than a couch for his back and he quickly embraced Max with his squishy arms before nuzzling into his back. It was there when Max knew...
He didn't feel a bulge nestled up against his butt, just a soaking wet mound that wasn't protected by clothes.
"G'night, kid." And it looks like questioning would have to wait until morning. Max's confusion helped ease his racing mind to something of a calm, his constant tracking of what just happened lulling him to sleep before he could even check the time.
The next morning, Max woke up with his hand almost glued to his dick until he rushed to the bathroom, flicking the shower on to rinse his stuck hand clean. Lad barely had time to get his boxers off before he felt the heating-up waters soak his hand off so he could relax it. And just as he feared it was sore from being in a clenched state all night. Since he was already in there, Max figured he might as well officially clean himself off. Gathering soap on himself, he scrubbed his sweaty body clean until he reached his groin, last night's happenings rushing back into his mind like he had been an amnesiac and only just got back the pieces of his life he were missing. The scene, the beat-off and grandpa Maxwell walking in him...
Wait, his granddad slept in the same bed with him!
As if realizing that this shower was harder worth waiting on having a chat with that seemingly licentious 'roo in the next room, Max hurriedly rinsed himself off of suds and made a mad dash for towels. His crusty boxers would have to wait for now, putting on a robe that'll keep him feeling somewhat snug while he fought to have a reason to scold the old man.
The masturbating...? No, that'd be hypocritical. The old man caught _him _after the act just as he did, so it'd be an easy way to lose ground? The lack of care for the mess he made to the couch? One look towards his bed and seeing his flakey load pasted onto his blankets proved that that would also be an ineffective argument. Max sighed. This was all a little much to handle in his head for a morning going into noon if the 11:57 AM glaring at him from his lampstand said anything. And with no old 'roo in the room to ease things up he felt the results of overthinking hit as he got a headache. Groaning in annoyed pain, Max made his way out of his bedroom and downstairs, the smell of cooking food overtaking the smell of fresh lemon from the soap he had used.
Only to feel his headache grow worse as he remembered who'd be cooking.
"Sausage is almost ready, kid." There was Maxwell, naked as the day he was born. His back was to Max, so the fact that the old 'roo had the nerve to keep his tail hiked up like a fox so he was exposed towards the younger man left him to feel even more exasperated.
"Seriously...? What's with the sudden...?"
"What? We're both guys here. Besides, ya caught me wit' mah pussy out already once. Might as well keep it up since ya beat yer meat t' me last night."
"G-grandpa!" What!? He knew!? Pussy!? The look of shock on Max's face was worsened when the old kangaroo glanced behind him with a smirk.
"Yer not exactly a silent masturbator, kid. Yah keep yer ears down so ya probably didn't hear yerself huffin' mah name outta yer mouth."
"Oh g-god..." So _that's _why his grandfather invited himself into the bedroom last night. Embarrassment couldn't begin to compare to the feeling of shame welling into his gut, Max surrending any objection to the old man's words by sitting down at the dining room table. Maybe some real food and something to drink would soothe him again, for this has already been one hell of a morning.
But of course, Maxwell ruined that too; the second he served plates and took his seat, the sound of flesh hitting a wet surface squished into Max's ears as if he were kneeling at Maxwell's seat and he groaned in irritation.
"What is with you? J-just because I had a heat-of-the-moment jerk-off that happened to have _you _in it doesn't mean you gotta start acting like you want me to fuck you!"
Maxwell stared at him with confusion before answering, "That's th' idea, kid...I'm all wet 'n ready 'n you got th' nerve t' hide yer goods from me so I can't think o' what I'm supposed t' be thinkin' 'bout fittin' in me."
"Grandpa, please..." Max's heard of fast moves in a relationship-and he's heard of the dreaded "trying to get married on the first day you meet your true love" shtick, but this was well beyond some fantasy world and Maxwell sure wasn't some princess in a dress asking for his hand in marriage-he was asking for dick.
"Don't you 'grandpa please' me. Had t' finish myself off after I woke up b'fore ya since ya didn't feel like gettin' up wit' me. Should be grateful I didn't jus' ride ya then."
True, Max thought as he glared at his grandfather in appallment. If he was acting like this much of a horn dog now, then how come he hadn't just went and satisfied himself while Max was down for the count and out cold?
Even still, the young 'roo was not in the mood. "So what? You're just taking advantage of something I didn't mean to think about."
"Yah didn't mean t' think 'bout screwin' mah pussy?"
"I didn't say that!"
"Yer a sleeptalker too, kid. Can't lie t' me when we slept t'gether." This was all just a big mess to Max and he let his breakfast go forgotten as he put his head into his arms. And you know what the worst part of this exchange was?
The old man's juices had Max hard as steel.
The second Maxwell finished his plate, he sniffed the air and made a show of getting up as slowly as he could without looking like he were taking his time on purpose before heading into the kitchen to wash his platter clean. Thankfully he hadn't made anymore comments, so his departure was followed by the swift erasure of the lukewarm food still on Max's plate so he could rush the plate into the sink and hopefully escape this somehow. A sudden urge to look back at the chair Maxwell had sat in beforehand came and nearly got followed through but knowing the old man was busy cleaning up the kitchen of what he used to cook was enough to dissuade him from trying to make this worse for himself. His boner screamed for release from the silky confines of his robes as Max slipped past Maxwell to dump his plate in the soapy water.
Only for the old man to grab him by the hips to hold him still.
The shock of the action rooted him there, and he took too long to recover because soon Maxwell had him pressing down on his old bod. "C'mon kid, ya only gotta do it once. Think o' it as a trade. I don't tell yer dad ya had a wet dream 'bout me 'n need therapy so ya don't go thinkin' o' screwing him too 'n you get laid fer once. Cain't keep goin' on dates an' expectin' t' only keep things simple, Max. That's how ya lose catches."
"...You're kidding right?" Blackmail? Seriously? Max just shook his head and did his best to try and slip away without being too forceful lest he be the reason grandpa Maxwell went _back _to the hospital. But the old 'roo was firm enough to prevent so much as a wiggle without having their bodies embrace each other further. "Why are you not seeing how..._wrong _this is? You're my grandfather-not my friend's grandpa, *my * grandpa. I don't even know if it's a good idea to do it even if I wanted to-which I don't. What if you ge-"
"Tubes don't work, kid. You really think yer ole man would be out 'n about tryna get laid as little as possible 'n carrying joeys 'round this house? I like a brat-free home, thank you very much." Sound logic, that Max had little rebuttal for. And for a moment, it looked like his only save for this would come in handy as he looked around for the utility cabinet. Then Maxwell spoke again: "An' we're outta rubbers if that's what yer thinkin' of. Besides, raw-dogging feels better fer th' both o' us."
"Grandpa, for the last time, I'm not gonna fuck you!"
"Oh really?"
"Yes."
"Really?"
"Yes!"
"Let's ask yer friend then." Friend? It was just the two of them in this exchange of pheromones trying to entice a male trying to hide his virility from anyone's knowledge, there was no one else here as far as Max knew. Then, he felt his dick being held hostage from within his robes and he looked down at the culprit, Maxwell's free hand having slipped through the flap and gripping his meat with a profound strength. "Do ya really not wanna see what it's like t' get some real pussy?"
Treating this like a game, Maxwell flicked the phallus in his grip upwards so that it simulated nodding, the reaction to any form of touch in this painfully aroused state making it throb in response. Fucking traitor, Max thought, before remember that his dick didn't have feelings other than being horny and shaking his head at his sudden slip of rationale.
"Will you stop it!?"
"Ah ah ah, me an' yer dick's talkin'. Let 'em speak fer themselves...Now, do ya wanna nail me real good? Blow my back out like an unlicensed chiropractic? Gimme some joey cream fer th' day so I can stop leakin' e'erywhere?" Max felt like he was gonna be sick hearing his grandpa be so vivid with his descriptions of a romp, but the worse past of it all was that his dick was liking the attention it was getting. It splurted out some precum right at Maxwell's thigh in impatience and being the kind gentleman he was he let it hand out from that silly prison.
"...one..." Was Max's quiet response to this.
"I'm sorry, Max? Gonna have t' speak up, yer dick's makin' quite th' ruckus down 'ere."
"One time. Never again. Promise?"
"Oh of course!" Maxwell made a show of releasing Max's dick from his clutches and used the moment to get himself hoisted onto a good countertop. With their height difference, it let Max's cock point right at his elevated cunt with no need for realignment. "But ya gotta make it worth yer while too, kid."
"Shut up..." Max wasn't a virgin, dammit. He's gotten laid before...however far and few those times were. Maxwell was making it seem like he was the stud in the barnhouse being lined up to breed mares and it was making pressure settle on his shoulders. He knew where to push forth, so he avoided some hair-brained insistence that would have embarrassed him beyond what's transpired to this point as warm, fleshy velvelt embraced the tip of his cock and the inches following after it as he sunk in with relative ease. Maxwell made a show of being vocal with his pleasure and wrapped his legs around Max's waist so he was nice and close while they got busy.
"F-fuck, yer so damn _ big _...'n young...might be bigger than y-"
"Sh-shut it!" It seemde Maxwell was full of talk to goad his grandson into doing things he would never do if he was thinking clearly, so to silence him Max went in for a hard slam that had almost every inch of his dick sheathed inside of Maxwell's pussy. The last bit was held back from the cervix that blocked the way to that infertile yet productive womb, but Max seemed to be just fine with most of it being inside before he got to pumping in there as fast as he could muster with this position. There were some sloppy moments, and had he been a spectator-against his will or voluntary-he would judge the lack of rhythm to his pace as abysmal. But Maxwell was all for this relentless action without predictability. He was sitting there huffing as almost every thrust sucked the oxygen out from his lungs, tongue drooling down his chin as those hips nudged his swollen button and made its tingling force surge through his body.
Unsurprisingly, Maxwell came not even five minutes into the action, gushing fluids like he were a faulty hose having its settings switched between power and spray and back again. His walls barely clamped down on Max to impede his progress, so he assumed that the power of his forceful rushing was simply flushing out the juices that had been inside to lubricate the way towards the old 'roo's core. Didn't seem to matter to the old man, getting fucked through his orgasm left him open to bite his lip as another rushed through him again.
He had to admit, for a whiny grandson Max had stamina. By the time the afternoon rolled by, the old man was barely able to breath without losing it right back from all the surges of bliss eating his brain. The younger kangaroo had only one more chance to try and withhold long enough to make the old man pass out to avoid having to cum inside of him, but those legs weren't budging no matter how abruptly he gyrated his hips to make those puffy lips redden from the merciless speed of those hips crashing forth into Maxwell's crotch. He couldn't escape the smell of their actions either, the entire kitchen a cloud of Maxwell's overbearing aroma as his juices lay on the floor at his feet in a deep pool at this point. A pressure in his loins began to froth, disrupting whatever he wanted to call rhythm from his humping and urging him to just go in as hard and deep as he could muster. And what he got in return for biting into Maxwell's neck and slamming in home abrasively enough to have his balls *smack * into the countertop rim before his load shot inside his grandpa.
Spunk almost as thick as pea soup oozed out from the tip of that angry red cock, filling the passge towards that quiet womb and seemingly avoiding it in favor of his leaking past the rim of those pussy lips and joining the fluids on the floor. Max let go of his grandfather's shoulder and prayed he didn't tick a nerve with his actions, but the sudden gushing against his already shooting dick left him groaning from the stream that mixed together and left Maxwell's cunny like a waterfall. They almost came together. Let that sink in.
When both 'roos came down from their orgasmic highs, Max pulled away from Maxwell as hastily as he could try and felt a twinge of pride as he made it out from Maxwell's clutches and the grip of his snatch as he left it to pour their collective gunk onto the tile below. While he recovered, Maxwell reached down to examine the full mess by spreading his folds apart, the stretched hole nothing but a pearly white river with only one way in and one way out. Then, the old man cupped his cunt and let his palm rub up on his clit.
"Ya did...g-good kid...Swear that coulda been babies if I was a girl o' yers..." Maxwell's grin didn't look promising enough, but Max was too tired to care. He just dismissingly waved at the old man on the counter before reaching into the fridge for the jug of cold water they had. He didn't even bother getting a glass, just popping the cap off to chug some down to soothe his heated throat. Sex was both exhausting and thirst-inducing.
"Yeah yeah...There's your one time...Now please, put some clothes on. I have to get back _in _the shower since you wanted me to soil you so bad."
"Try not t' take too long, okay?"
"Whatever." Max wobbled his way back upstairs, keeping his robes parted since putting his semi-hard erection back inside would muck them up. He ended up shedding it once he got back in his room, sliding back into the shower in the midst of his pace and restarting the water without even shutting the door. Clearing the mess off of his crotch, junk and inner thighs were easy since he had both hands to do it, and beyond that was just getting any sweat that built up from fucking for so long.
Fucking...Yeah, he hoped Maxwell would take that round as the only time they'd do that. No matter how nice it felt to just be inside of someone, plowing them like they were just a boomer in heat and leaving them almost too full for anyone else to try their luck in making a mark...Just, no more. Max'll have to do a lot of internet therapy to get over today.
Perhaps, it _had _been a good idea if he had locked the door.
The 'roos were back at it again, Maxwell braced against the now closed bathroom door with his ass repeatedly being smacked upon as Max pummeled into his honey pot with the abandon of a feral wolf. Only this time, those discarded boxers had made their return as something of a muzzle for the old man. Not that he minded it-Max's cum had quite the tang to it that he's come to like. Though it tastes better when both his juices and Max's batter was mixed together, which he was happy to receive as the younger man seethed breath through his teeth and nutted in him once more. Having emptied himself out in the sink earlier, Maxwell was primed to get full again. And full he was, cum pouring out of him before he even got to the point where the sheer experience made him gush his slick onto Max's pelvic grinder to add some zest to the mix. Kid hadn't even stopped cumming before he yanked out of the old 'roo and let the last of his load out on his fuzzy ass and tail.
Max panted, the crawling sensation of shame welling up within his mind as he looked at his grandfather before him finished inside of yet again. Before he could try and tell the old man off for attacking his senses with a well-placed tease in the form of him bending over the toilet like he were about to take a piss like a dog in it, Maxwell already bumped him back with his now dirty butt and left the bathroom to Max's privacy. While this was definitely an attempt to avoid a talking-to, Max used this time to hurriedly grab a wash cloth and merely towel his dick clean. He hadn't a clue what came over him; the second he saw his grandpa blatantly showing off his nearly cleaned-up cunny he was on him like a pent up dog and his rational mind had been silenced so he could hump. But now that he didn't have his rather lecherous grandfather sharing space with him again, he was clear to look himself in the mirror. Exhaustion painted his expression and the signs of effort were back into the fur covering it and his neck. He looked past all of that and pointed at himself to reaffirm his plan.
"No more...You made this weird enough...Just tell him no. What's the worst he can do, be a snitch?"
Yeah, that oughta work. He can probably convince his dad that Maxwell was being senile after being in the hospital for so long and hopefully escape something of an awkward chat with his father, so the brunt of that threat would be lost. Yeah, good. That'll teach Maxwell to try and force his hand into giving that old fart some dick he didn't deserve. Reassured, Max gave himself a sure nod and walked out the bathroom with confidence. Maybe now things will finally be normal again.
Like clockwork, Maxwell had his legs locked onto Max's waist as the young lad laid into him from above. There were no feverish moans puffing into the space between them and making things hot because their lips were locked-on the old 'roo's demand, of course. Max's balls plapped upon his grandpa's rear until the shape of his sack made a red imprint on those cheeks while his dick sank into its new home over and over with the speed of an injured cheetah. His efforts were making his shudder with his breathing, but Maxwell wouldn't pull away for him to take in oxygen in spite of his nose being clear to do so. So Max brought it on himself that he moaned right down Maxwell's throat as he creamed his grandpa. There was no cleanup prior to this load, so most of it just soiled the old 'roo's ass, tail, lower back and the couch cushions that they were screwing on like horny animals.
And the best-or worst-part of it all was that Max hadn't ceased his motions. His hips were still grinding forth to keep his pace up; his tail stayed flagged up so that he didn't have any awkward footing in the middle of his thrusts; and his cock never went down for a moment. It was like being inside of Maxwell kept his shaft awake and ready to plant as much seed as humanely possible. Maybe it just had a mind of its own and thought 'hey, if the old man's offering fresh and unclaimed pussy, might as well tap that while the going's hot'.
Either way, once the old man pulled away to nuzzle into Max's neck, he felt his walls spasm in an orgasm he couldn't even be arsed to count anymore. After the fifteenth, you kinda just stop caring how much juice your body could produce when you were in Maxwell's position. The only plus to having more gunk soil everything around them was that it almost always triggered Max's climax to hit right away and in time the young 'roo's load was staking whatever claim it could on the barely vacant space within Maxwell. The rush of ooze that came out of that swollen pussy looked like the kind of thing you'd see on porn sites. Max pulled out then, almost surprised to see that even with shooting a fourth time in one day he was still hard. He didn't make it far getting away from his grandpa, the old man grinning up at him like he knew something he didn't before those dirty lips were grinding on the underside of that pulsating shaft.
"We ain't done, kid. Got a while b'fore sundown an' ya still haven't made mah disc slip...Why don't ya be a good boy an' actually _try _t' act like yer tryna brew joeys in mah pot?" Maxwell's demands were followed by him forcing the exhausted kangaroo above him towards his deflowered nethers to gaze upon the overload of slooge and slick concocting what mentally sick people would call a proper milkshake. Assuming the old man wanted him to clean that up, Max let his nearly dried tongue out from his panting mouth and reached with it to those folds. Only to have his mouth shut by the hand that held him still and that snatch to rub onto his nostrils.
"Nah, we ain't doin' foreplay kid. I want ya t' ruin _me. I want ya t' leave me _twitchin' _like a back alley bank who tried an elephant. An' if ya don't break in mah bowl, I'm jus' gonna have t' keep doin' this t' ya. _Every. Damn. Day."
The command in Maxwell's voice never faltered despite him still squelching down below like he were in a hard and deep estrus, so Max was victim to what his numbed out brain could take as a single memory from that. If he didn't break into his grandfather's womb, they'd have to keep doing this until he could? That was...somewhat appealing. At least, in his current state anyway. He couldn't nod with Maxwell pressing him into the sopping wet cushion, so he licked at the old man's sweat and cum-covered pucker to get him to let go. Which actually worked as the marsupial pulled away.
"Down boy. Yah don't get mah ass until you nut in mah hot spot...~"
It was a bit tricky trying to continue to act like earlier was just a song in the wind over dinner, but after Maxwell assured him that there'd be no complications to let him plant down in Max's lap while they refueled from their fun with some real food other than pussy dessert.
While his breakfast meals were something to be desired, the old man knew how to make pasta like a gourmet chef renown across the globe. And Max swore that his taste buds were orgasming with every bite he swirled into his mouth. His lips were coated in sauce but he hadn't a care in the world as he nearly finished his plate. Just as he was taking another forkful for his tongue to sample and quiver in delight from, he groaned and let his head fall against Maxwell's back for a second.
"D-don't squeeze so hard...still sensitive down there." Oh yeah, they were locked together at the hip if you were wondering. As the old 'roo said, there wasn't any anal in store for Max's future unless he made conquest into that useless uterus so that dick was somewhat trapped inside that cunny while they ate dinner.
"Oh calm down, it was jus' me testin' t' see if ya had gotten soft 'r not. Woulda had t' keep ya up wit' some o' mah pills at that point."
"Since when did you still need pills...t-to keep up?"
"Ever since yer dear ole granddad found that he had a likin' t' getting his back blown out by his son's flesh an' blood." He chuckled to himself, gyrating his hips to make the cock inside of him rub around his walls for a certain spot hiding amongst the fleshy tunnel down below. And when he struck gold on those nerves, he felt a stream of slick wet up Max's chair. "Oh yeah, that's th' stuff...~"
"So my own grandfather...I can't be _that _big, right?"
"I wouldn't be tellin' ya t' hurry up an' get all th' way up in me if ya weren't, now would I?"
"...Good point." Looking down now, Max wondered if he underestimated the true force of his own arousal, but he was quickly yanked back to reality as the clatter of a a fork hitting an empty plate startled him into accidentally thrusting up against Maxwell's sore crotch. The old man moaned all the same and put his platter back down to brace his hands on the chair's armrest.
"Oh ya done did it now, boy...~"
And from there, Max was further sunk into the filthy depths of Maxwell's libido as he rode him like the bull that put him into the hospital, bouncing on him like a pogo stick being professionally operated and making sure every clench of those walls kept that dick ready to blow like a _geyser _as he moved up and down without a care. This was gonna be a long and sweaty night, that was for sure.
Laundry day was gonna be worse.