Date: Mon, 12 Jul 2004 22:14:25 -0500 From: Gerald Simmons Subject: Childhood Memories with Grandpa I never had a very close relationship with my father. He was a sports reporter for the local paper, and so he was gone much of time covering games. So I never really felt liked I belonged to the club of boys and men who talked about how their favorite team fared the previous night. Looking back on it, I think my father just didn't really know how to relate to a son except through sports, but at the time I thought he was ashamed of me. As a result our relationship never really improved. I was much closer to my grandfather on my mother's side than to my dad. He lived a few hours away, but he would come visit us several times a year. (My grandmother died when I was very young, and I barely remember anything about her.) When I was in the fifth grade, I began spending half the summer with him at his home. He was also a sportsman, but not like my father. He did not follow the team sports as much and he didn't really have favorite teams like my father. My grandfather loved to golf, fish and hunt. My first summer up there, he decided that I would be his caddy when he played golf with his buddies. I was too small to really be his caddy, but I would tag along, and I remember it was the first time I felt like I belonged with the "guys." I remember thinking that how thankful I was that none of his friends lived in my town or knew any better than to treat me like they did. I thought that if they lived in my hometown, then they would see from my father how much of a loser I was. This caddying experience was also the first time I remember being excited about seeing the naked body of a man. After we were done, everybody headed for the locker room. There was a sign on the door saying that no one under sixteen could go in, but my grandfather told me that I was welcome inside despite my age because I had worked as his caddy. It was as if I was being specifically welcomed into the company of men, and it felt great. I was intimidated and self conscious about being in there--thinking that everyone else would wonder who had let me in, so I stayed close to my grandfather. I had never really seen grown men walking around casually without clothes on. I was electrified. When my grandfather and his friends began to strip, one of them looked at me and asked me why I wasn't undressing. They all insisted that I come in and take a shower with the rest of them. Obviously my "little boy" body was quite unimpressive compared to all I was seeing around me, so I was feeling quite modest, but I was eager to participate in the showering. There were communal showers, and we were all grouped around a pole that had shower heads pointing out in all directions. I loved watching these guys wash themselves. They were paying me a lot of attention by talking to me and asking me questions. They tried to make me feel more comfortable by talking about how tall I was for my age and how soon it would be when I would be as tall as them. Even at that age, I knew that their references to my physical traits also meant my maturity with respect to puberty. They seemed to be trying to say, "someday soon, you'll look like us." These visits to the golf course soon became our regular routine. During my visits, I would be showering with these guys two or three times a week. I was in heaven. Over time, these guys taught me how to play golf, and during my second summer I transitioned from being the caddy to being one of the players. My grandfather would also take me out on the lake in his boat and we would go fishing. We would have great talks, and he would even try to get me to talk about my relationship with my father and my feelings of not belonging at school and at home among the other guys. I didn't open up too much (and in hindsight, I wish I had more). Usually we would go fishing alone, but other times we would go with his best friend. It wasn't until several years later that he would invite me on my first overnight fishing trip. It was my first summer after I started going through puberty. I was a little bit self-conscious about showering because I knew these guys would notice and make a big deal about how much I had grown, etc. They did embarrass me by talking about how I really was a man now. It was while showering that my grandfather's best friend commented that now that I was a man, it was time my grandfather take me on a hunting weekend. Everybody seemed to agree, and so it was settled. It was my last weekend of the summer at my grandfather's house that we went on the trip. It was a slightly different group from the golfing foursome, but I knew all but one of the guys on the trip. As far as the hunting went, we did a lot of sitting in blinds and seeing not much. Things got much more interesting when we returned to camp. After we got everything unpacked, my grandfather realized that he had forgotten to bring an extra sleeping bag for me. He told me not to worry, we would share. I thought he meant that he and I would share a bag together, and that got me sort of excited. When it came time for everyone to turn in, I was surprised by my grandfather telling the group that I was without a sleeping bag and were there any volunteers to let me share their bag. I was also surprised by how accommodating everyone seemed to be with this idea. Grandfather's best friend (the guy who had brought up this whole trip idea to begin with) volunteered. I'm sure I must have looked uncomfortable because he quickly assured me that if I found it uncomfortable, then we could make a switch. Everyone agreed that they would be willing to switch if needed. I went back to the tent with my grandfather, and I told him that I thought he and I would be sharing the bag, and he just said that his sleeping bag was the smallest of the lot, and he was sure that I would be more comfortable with his friend, but he assured me that if I didn't like sharing with him that I could return and join him in his. As we began to undress, it became apparent also that my grandfather was planning on sleeping in the nude. As I was sort of fumbling around delaying, he told me to go ahead and get undressed. I told him that I wanted to sleep in my shorts, he told me not to be ridiculous, everyone in the group slept in the nude out in the woods. He insisted that I strip all the way down. I was very nervous but also excited about getting in the sleeping bag with Granddad's best friend. This guy was very fit and handsome, and the more turned on I got the more nervous I got rather than aroused. When I entered his tent, he even told me to go ahead and get in the bag if I was cold. He was already naked, but he needed to go take a piss before getting in the bag. By the time he got back, it was dark in the tent because I had turned out the flashlight. He acted as if I was asleep because he didn't talk and just slipped into the bag with me very slowly. His bag was bigger than my grandfather's was, but it was still meant for just one guy, and he was muscular. I remember feeling the hairs of his body as he slid in beside me. We were facing each other, and as he settled in he entwined his legs with mine so that I could feel his dick, balls, and pubic hair against my leg. I popped a boner at this point, and he just sort of snuggled closer. I remember being surprised when he wrapped his arms around my back and rolled us over so that he was on his back and I was on top of him. He opened up his legs and pulled me in tighter. At this point, I could feel that he also had a boner. He began to talk to me in a very gentle but masculine voice. He asked me how I was doing and whether I was comfortable. I knew he meant was I okay with what he was doing. I loved it and I told him so. We began grinding against each other, rubbing each other, and eventually even kissing each other lightly. We both came all over each other's chest, and then we just collapsed into each other's arms and dozed off. I don't know how long it was, but pretty soon he nudged me awake and said "Jerry wants to be next." Jerry (not his real name) was the new guy I had never met. Jerry was younger than any of the other guys, and I figured that's why he wasn't really a friend of my grandfather's. This guy was probably only in his mid-thirties, and he the High School baseball coach. He was the type of sports nut like my father. Jerry was sharing a tent with another guy. I took a flashlight so that I could see to get to the tent. When I poked the flashlight in the tent to see where I was going. Jerry was lying on top of his bag rubbing his very hard and very big cock. It was the biggest thing I had ever seen. He just looked at me and said, "Man, I've been waiting for you. What do you think of this?" I told him I thought it was awesome, and he said just wait till you get inside this bag. My dick was already hard and I was ready to go. This guy let me play with and stroke his cock. He asked me to suck it, but I didn't want to do that. He tried to convince me by giving me a blowjob. It was fantastic, but I still didn't want to suck him. About halfway through the other guy in the tent woke up and he wanted to get in the bag with us. We had to open up the bag because obviously three of us would not fit into one sleeping bag. I jacked both of those guys off and fell asleep. The next morning I woke up in Jerry's bag, and I played with his soft dick while he was asleep. He had a great body, and I enjoyed exploring it without waking him up. I even stuck his soft dick in my mouth and tried sucking on it a little bit, but I didn't really get any pleasure out of that. Once everybody woke up, we got ready to go hunting for a few hours before returning home. Nothing was ever said about what happened, and everybody acted like nothing at all had happened. I assumed that my grandfather was totally unaware. But the next summer the same gang went hunting again with me in tow, and my grandfather's grin as he told me that he had forgotten the extra bag again made it clear that he knew exactly what was going on. Without missing a beat I responded by telling him that this year I was gonna be sharing the bag with him!