It’s brutal. It’s brutal. Gay sex “You’re fuckin’ Grandpa? He’s a retired military officer, built like a fuckin’ tank, but his memory’s shot. Kyle shrugs.I’m at every “session” now, holdin’ Grandpa’s hand while frat boys rail him, wipin’ cum off his face. My gut twists—I know it’s Grandpa.I track ‘em to a grimy frat house, reekin’ of beer and weed. Jake’s strokin’ his 7-inch cock, smirkin’. Jake plays the video, and Grandpa’s eyes go hazy, mumblin’, “Jennet?” He’s lost, thinkin’ we’re all his wife.Jake pulls down his pants, wavin’ his cock. “What’s your deal, Andy?” Grandpa’s curled up, shakin’, tears in his eyes. They’re pimpin’ him out, braggin’ about “the old military stud who takes cock like a champ.” Frat dudes pay 50 bucks to fuck him raw or get sucked, and Jake and Kyle are makin’ bank. I look at Jake and Kyle, countin’ cash, and know I can’t stop ‘em. Grandpa starts suckin’, slow, then deep, like he’s in that horny zone. “He loves it. Help!” His Alzheimer’s is fuckin’ with him, makin’ him think he’s in danger.I snap. Jake blows down his throat. It’s brutal. Jake blows, cum spillin’. Kyle shrugs.I’m at every “session” now, holdin’ Grandpa’s hand while frat boys rail him, wipin’ cum off his face. Grandpa screams
