Grandpa's Wine

“So, you have everything, right Jerry?”

“Yes, mom. I have everything.”

“And you remember what I told you about grampa’s condition.”

“Yes ma’am. I gotta go now, mom, or I’m going to miss the plane.”

“Okay, give me a kiss.”

I kissed my mom on the cheek and then I quickly grabbed my carry-on bag and turned to make my way through the maze prior to going through screening. I was still amazed that there was no line at the airport – anywhere. It was almost a little creepy. I quickly made my way through the required pre-boarding ritual and was finally in the air on my way to Florida to visit my grandfather. I had been planning the trip ever since I graduated from college – a few months back – and was happy to get away from my parents’ home for a couple of weeks. The freedom I had felt during four years of college had suddenly disappeared when I returned to their house. I had three months before graduate school and I intended on making the most out of every day. Fourteen days at my grandpa’s penthouse condo in Palm Beach was just what the doctor had ordered.

Before I knew it the four-hour flight was over and I was getting off the plane in the humid heat of the Florida city. I knew there would be a driver for me so I took my time. As soon as I pulled my checked bag off the conveyer belt I opened it up to make sure everything was still there and that nothing had broken. I was relieved to see the bottle. I had disobeyed my parents completely and brought a bottle of the homemade wine my grandmother had made for years. Since we lived in the house my mom grew up in, the wine cellar was full of these unmarked bottles. My grandmother had passed away many years ago and that’s when my grandfather had moved to Florida. He had given the house to my parents and they had promptly put a lock on the door to the cellar, hiding the key.

Gramps had called a few nights ago and begged me to bring him a bottle of Grandma’s wine. I knew I wasn’t supposed to, but I also figured the man only had a few more years to live. It seemed to me he should get to enjoy life a little. He had told me exactly which bottle to grab and I had easily found the ‘hidden’ key – attached to my mom’s key ring. It had been easy to get the bottle, but it was still a little unnerving that I was doing exactly what I was told not to do. It was my nature to rationalize everything, though, since I knew this would please my grandfather very much. I wanted him to be happy in his final years. The death of my grandmother had been very hard on him.

Dane, my grandfather’s almost three hundred pound muscled driver and houseboy was standing outside of baggage claim when I came through the doors. He smiled at me and walked over to take my luggage. He didn’t say a word, just shaking his head to me in a way that said hello and acknowledged that I was his boss’s grandson. He was devoted to my grandfather and anyone close to the man. Dane had probably only said one full sentence to me over the ten years he had worked for grandpa. Once we were driving away from the airport, however, that changed dramatically. I was a little surprised.

“Did you bring the wine, Mr. Jerry?”

“Um . . . yeah . . . yes, Dane, I did.”

“Very good, sir.”

I was sitting in the back of the big car and I saw in the rearview mirror that Dane’s face was full of excitement and something else that I couldn’t put into words. He almost looked like he was anxious for a gift or something. I chalked it up to his Scandinavian roots and went back to watching the beauty of the palm trees and ocean. I almost missed him repeating the sentence – in a slight whisper.

“That’s very good, indeed, sir.”

The drive to my granddad’s place was about forty minutes. Before I knew it, Dane was dropping my bags in the foyer of the airy penthouse and my grandfather was pushing his walker towards me, having come from the kitchen when he heard the door open. I was caught off guard at how frail the older man looked. He had deteriorated since our last visit at Christmas. He was moving much slower and I could see that just trying to walk a short distance caused him a lot of pain. I walked over to help shorten the space between us.

“Hiya, granddad!”

“Jerry, my little boy, how the hell are ya?”

“I’m great, old man, I’m just great.”

These were the terms of endearment we used for each other. He always called me a little boy and I always called him old man. I towered over his depleted frame, but we both assumed our roles whenever we were together. I was the small child and he was the big grown up. I helped him move into the bright living room, which was larger than most apartments. Granddad moved toward his favorite chair and I sat nearby. He was out of breath by this time, so I had to wait a few minutes while he gathered his strength.

“Did you bring it, Jerry?”

“Yes, gramps, I did. I’m not sure why it’s so important old man, but the wine’s in my bag.”

My grandfather turned tow Dane, who was standing a few feet away – clearly waiting for an order. Without any words, simply a nod from my grandfather, the big man left the room. I took a second to check out the view of the gorgeous ocean and noticed there were lots of sailboats on the water today. I turned back to the older man and saw that he had closed his eyes. I couldn’t figure out if he had fallen asleep or he was praying. After a few seconds he opened his eyes and looked at me.

“I was just taking time out to thank your grandmother for the wine.”

“Well you’d better say a big thank you to mom and dad, too. If they find out I brought a bottle with me they’re going to be very upset.”

“They already know.”

His words made my heart start beating a little faster. I didn’t know whether to believe him or not – he did like to tease. The serious look on his face, however, told me it was true. I grabbed the cell phone from my pocket immediately and turned it on, having forgotten to do that when I landed. Sure enough, there were three voicemail messages from my mother. I put the phone back in my pocket. I did not want to face the wrath of my parents right now; I would deal with that later.

“Gramps, you’re gonna have to help me with them. They are going to be furious. I’ve never disobeyed them like this. You have to call mom later on.”

“We’ve already spoken. She’s not mad. She knew you were bringing the wine.”

“What? No she didn’t, old man. She told me specifically not to bring it.”

“Listen to me, you little tike, she told you that so you would bring it. It’s a little confusing right now, but just take it from me – they have to obey strict guidelines from your grandmother to never let me have the wine, but they also knew you didn’t make any promise to her. Why do you think your mother made it so easy for you to find the key? She’s not that stupid, now is she?”

“No, she isn’t.”

This was a true statement; my mom was not someone to just leave the key to a locked room lying around. If she had not wanted me to get into the wine, it would have been very hard for me to find the tool to get there. I had not thought about this fact until that exact moment. I was about to ask my grandfather more questions, but Dane walked in with the bottle of wine and one glass on a tray. The cork had already been pulled and he set the tray on the table beside my granddad. The big man then poured a glass of the dark burgundy-colored liquid into the glass. My grandfather lifted it and held it under his nose. He let the aroma of the wine enter his nostrils and I swear I saw his entire body tense up in a frightening way. My grandfather looked at Dane with a questioning face. The giant looking down at the frail man simply nodded his head. The old man then simply brought the glass to his lips and drained the entire thing in a few huge gulps. He handed the long stemmed container back to Dane and leaned back in his chair. His face immediately scrunched up in what looked like a look of pain. I suddenly became alarmed that I had done something very wrong. My grandfather whispered one word and Dane sprang into action.

“Bedroom.”

In a flash, the larger man pushed the walker out of the way and scooped my grandfather’s body into his arms. He then turned and carried the older man down the long hall to the master bedroom. I quickly jumped up and followed. I was kicking myself inside for causing this trouble. I should have listened to my parents. Once we were inside the bedroom, Dane placed my grandfather’s frail body on the large bed and then stepped back so he was standing beside me. The old man’s breathing had become very hard and he was shaking uncontrollably. I went to pull out my phone, intending to call 911. Dane grabbed my hand and I felt the strong grip of his huge paw.

“No, he’s fine. Do not worry, Mr. Jerry. This is part of the transformation.”

“The what?”

My question went unanswered because suddenly my grandfather cried out in a voice that was loud and powerful. I didn’t know his wimpy body could make such a noise. I blinked my eyes two or three times to make sure what I was seeing was actually real. The clothes on my granddad’s body were shrinking and becoming tight on his small frame. But on closer inspection, I realized that the opposite was really happening. My grandfather’s body was growing and quickly blasting past the size of his shirt and pants. Toes burst through his socks and loafers first, with a loud popping sound. I realized it was from leather being blown apart quickly. Scraps of the nice shoes fell to the ground and then the socks finally shredded to pieces, too.

By this point the entire bed frame was shaking violently and I worried the piece of furniture was going to break apart. I didn’t have time to focus on that fact for too long, though, because that’s when my granddad’s growing body started bursting though his clothes. It seemed totally wrong to get instantly turned-on when I saw the old man’s white furred pecs split through both sides of his once very big shirt. I just don’t think it’s right to horn up looking at your own grandfather. But the two mounds of muscled flesh were now so fucking big and heaving up and down – inviting someone to climb on board and suck on them hard. The shirt fell away from the rest of his body and I nearly creamed in my pants when I got a look at his now massive guns, the rippled stomach, and the giant shoulders. This wasn’t my grandfather; it was a gray haired version of some young stud that can lift the back of an SUV. Nothing, however, could have topped what happened next. Suddenly, there was a loud unfamiliar noise that sounded like two strips of really strong Velcro being pulled violently apart – but the sight of the elderly man’s now powerful cock ripping through the crotch of his slacks and underwear, while busting the zipper with little problem quickly explained the noise. The giant rod shot straight up like the man had just taken a full bottle of Viagra. My knees weakened even more at the sight of my granddad’s dick and that should have made me even more ashamed of myself, but the giant thing was so fucking beautiful that I didn’t care.

I’ve heard the term mushroom head all of my life, when guys are describing gorgeous cocks, but the tip on my grandfather’s super hard piece of meat looked like it could easily protect two leprechauns during a rain shower. It was that big and flared out more than I thought possible. It looked like a rocket launcher that was about to send a missile through the ceiling. I opened my mouth a little and then moved my lips further apart – instinctively feeling what it would be like to try and slide that monster dick down my throat. I swallowed hard and imagined the big head passing by my tonsils. It was still a little strange if I focused on the fact that I was dreaming of sucking my grandfather off, but the sheer beauty of the big log shooting up from his crotch was just too damn inviting. The older man growled deeply and then I realized it was actually a very intense moan – it just sounded ominous because his voice was so deep. At the same time a few premature spats of cum shot into the air and then hit his stomach and chest with a loud smack. My entire body felt like a raw nerve fully exposed to something, which was stimulating it with an unbelievable incredible force.

My lust for the monster cock of Gramps was interrupted by the complete disintegration of his pants as his thighs and calves blasted beyond bodybuilder size in mere seconds. The shredding sound of fabric filled the room – even overpowering the moans of the growing man. The widening of his thickening upper legs forced his monster-sized balls to push upward and I got my first glimpse of what a real man’s sac of testosterone should look like. His fucking gonads were the size of ripe grapefruits – and looked to be equally as juicy. I watched as the sickly looking skin of my grandfather’s legs turned darker and muscular at the same time. One of his newly morphed thighs was now wider than his entire body had been just twenty minutes ago. It was obvious a guy would need legs like that to support the muscled torso he was sporting above, but they still looked like they could fill in as girders for the Golden Gate Bridge. My fingers started itching from my strong desire to feel his two monstrous tree-trunk thighs and my mouth started watering from the mere thought of sucking on one of his huge balls. At that moment the moaning stopped and the room suddenly became very quiet.

Without any warning, Gramps sat up quickly, swung his giant legs off the bed, and stood up. Every piece of tattered fabric fell away from his engorged muscles. His entire body was insanely pumped up everywhere – like a heavyweight pro-bodybuilder. I was unable to decide what part of him to focus on first, so I just let my gaze move up and down his enhanced frame. All parts of the man seemed to be tensing and flexing at the same time – bulges were bunching up into insane proportions on his arms, his shoulders, his chest, and his legs, while his stomach seemed to expand and contract in a way that screamed of more power than even an army of men. It was as if his abs were begging for someone to try and hurt them with a baseball bat or even better, the front end of a speeding truck. I finally looked at my grandfather’s face – now full and muscular – and he was grinning in a way that made me very nervous.

“Fuck yeah, this feels nice! It’s good to be back, little men! I feel strong as shit!”

My cock instantly released a ball-busting, back-aching load of sweet thick cum. As it streamed down my legs in a ferocious semen waterfall – propelled by my thrusting cock – I let out a loud cry and my body bucked violently. There was no way in hell I could have prevented the explosion. The man was a living example of what Zeus must look like in person and it was as if he had thrown a magical lightning bolt into my crotch, forcing me to pay him homage. I emptied my offering to his body without any pretense of control – my grandfather’s muscles and his powerful voice demanded total compliance. I was now his plaything – completely. My obvious submission made the man’s smile turn even more evil and his muscles seemed to grow even more.

“Yeah, the little boy really likes what he sees. Gramps ain’t so frail any more, now is he?”

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