Taetae with Grand daddies

The sun hung low over Retirement Village, casting long shadows across manicured lawns as Taetae bounced along the cracked sidewalk, a cheap plastic bag of discount-store socks clutched in one sweaty hand. His birthday, he’d decided, wasn’t about him receiving gifts, but about giving…. specifically, giving himself to the weathered, lonely granddaddies who shuffled through these halls. 

Today, he was the present, wrapped in a scandalously short denim skirt that barely covered the slick sheen constantly coating his inner thighs, and a flimsy, neon-pink lace bra that strained desperately against the massive, milk-swollen globes of his chest, each injection-induced lactation leaving dark, damp patches on the thin fabric. He hadn’t bothered with panties… What was the point when his plump, perpetually dripping pussy left a glistening trail on the warm concrete with every eager step?

He pushed through the heavy main doors, the smell of antiseptic and medicines momentarily forgotten as his gaze landed on the common room. A dozen pairs of rheumy eyes snapped up from checkers games and television screens, zeroing in on the obscene jiggle of his tits and the blatant, wet outline of his cunt pressing against the thin skirt. 

"Well fuck me sideways," croaked Old Man Henderson, his gnarled hand pausing mid-shuffle of cards, a lewd grin spreading across his wrinkled face. 

"Look at this  birthday bitch come calling, tits looking ready to burst like overripe melons. You're bringing us something special, boy?" Taetae flushed, a fresh gush of slick soaking the denim as he swayed his hips, the plastic bag forgotten at his feet. 

"Y-yes, Granpappy Henderson," he stammered, breath hitching, "I... I brought myself. My holes... they're your presents, sir. Wanna unwrap them?" His voice dropped to a husky whisper, thick with need. 

"My cunt's soaking through this skirt just thinking about your big, thick cock, sir. Bet it's hard as a fucking fence post under them trousers, aingt it? Bet you wanna shove it right up my sloppy hole until I scream, huh?"

Before Henderson could answer, a thick, calloused hand clamped down on Taetae's shoulder, spinning him around. It was Mr. Peterson, his biceps bulging against his flannel shirt sleeves, his faded jeans straining over a truly monstrous erection. 

"Enough fucking chatter, slut… We are dry as desert, you brought yourself as a present. Let me taste that first," Peterson growled, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through Taetae's bones. He grabbed a massive handful of Taetae's clothed left tit, squeezing hard. 

Milky fluid sprayed, soaking the bra and soaked Peterson's wrist. 

"Fucking Christ, boy, you leaking like a broken faucet... " He shoved two thick fingers past the flimsy bra cup, pinching the swollen nipple brutally. Taetae cried out, a mixture of pain and ecstasy, his knees buckling as another flood of slick soaked his skirt. "Get your fucking mouth open birthday bitch," Peterson ordered, shoving his damp fingers between Taetae's lips. 

"Suck them clean, you filthy milk-dump. Taste what you're spilling." Taetae whimpered, eyes rolling back as he obediently sucked, the salty-sweet tang of his own milk filling his mouth, his free hand instinctively reaching down to rub his throbbing clit through the wet denim.

"Hold up there, Pete," Henderson rasped, pushing himself up with surprising speed, his own considerable bulge tenting his trousers. 

"Birthday bitch promised all us granddaddies a turn." He shuffled closer, his gnarled hand snaking under Taetae's skirt, finding the hot, dripping slit instantly. 

"Fucking hell, slut," he breathed, shoving two knobby fingers deep inside the slick channel, making Taetae shriek against Peterson's fingers. 

"Tighter'n a virgin, but wetter than a whore's dream. This greedy little cunt gonna take every fucking inch we got?" He hooked his fingers, rubbing roughly against Taetae's g-spot. 

"Gonna make you squirt all over this fucking floor, you little bitch? Gonna milk those fat tits dry while we pound your worthless holes?" Taetae could only moan around Peterson's fingers, his body convulsing, his vision blurring as the two old men claimed him right there in the doorway, the promise of more dominant granddaddies watching hungrily from their armchairs. The cheap bag of socks lay forgotten, trampled underfoot.

The denim skirt was shredded in seconds, Henderson's surprisingly strong grip tearing it like tissue paper down the seam. 

"Fucking useless rag... " Henderson spat, flinging the ruined fabric aside. Peterson didn't bother with the bra's clasp; he just grabbed the flimsy pink lace and yanked, the straps snapping with sharp pops. Taetae's massive, milk-heavy tits burst free, bouncing obscenely, pale skin flushed, dark nipples hard and leaking streams of white down his trembling belly. 

"Look at those fucking udders… Fuckkkk….... " Peterson roared, grabbing one tit in each massive hand, squeezing hard. Milk sprayed in arcs, splattering Henderson's face. 

"Fucking cow" Henderson just laughed, a wet, phlegmy sound, and wiped his face before roughly shoving Taetae to his knees.

 The granddaddies didn't hesitate. Zippers rasped down, buttons flew, and trousers and boxers pooled around ankles. 

Thick, veined cock meat sprang free… Henderson's was long and gnarled like an old root, pulsing angrily; Peterson's was a brutal, thick pillar, the head already glistening with pre-cum, veins standing out like ropes under the skin. 

"Suck, you little whore" Peterson thrust his monstrous cock towards Taetae's spit-slicked lips.

- TBC