Date: Wed, 18 Dec 2013 14:48:07 -0000
From: Fun_seeker <fun_seeker@btinternet.com>
Subject: Friends Grandson Part 10 Gay Adult Youth

Friend's Grandson Comes to Stay - Part 10 (M/B)

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Andy continues with the story.

I think waving goodbye to Paul at the airport once I had cleared security
was the hardest moment of my life. I had tears streaming down my face as I
rushed through duty free and headed for the nearest toilet. I locked myself
in a cubical and sat crying for about ten minutes before I was composed
enough to come out and wash my face.

I had a window seat on the flight home and spent most of the flight just
staring out of it, lost in my thoughts. Shortly after take off, I could see
the lights of Benidorm passing below and I wondered if Paul was home
yet. It was gone eleven by the time I met Mum and Dad in the arrivals area
at Gatwick. I told them how much I had enjoyed the trip on the way back to
the car and how kind Paul had been. They already knew a lot about what I
had done (well obviously not the sex part) as we had been emailing daily
since they got back from their cruise. As soon as the car was on the
motorway, I fell asleep, as to my body it was well after midnight. When we
got home to Watford, I think Dad would have loved to have just picked me up
out the car and carried me to bed like he did when I was little but I was a
tad heavy for him to do that now so he had to wake me.

Mum let me have a lie in so I did not wake up until gone ten. After all the
emotion of yesterday, I woke feeling very positive, although I knew I was
going to miss Paul terribly.  Today was going to be the first day of the
rest of my life. My first big step was to come out as gay to my
family. Last night, Mum had told me that Gramps was going to do one of his
famous Sunday Roasts as a treat, since Gran and Gramps were going home to
York tomorrow. I planned to tell them all after the meal. I had tried
rehearsing with Paul how I would break it to them but in the end agreed
with Paul I just had to say it.

After we had all stuffed ourselves on Gramps' lovely roast beef meal and
demolished as much of Gran's scummy apple crumble as we could eat, I said,
"I have got something important to tell you all. I am gay." Then I waited
for the fall out! Luckily, the large glass of wine Gramps had poured me
earlier took the edge of my nervousness.

Mum said, "Come here so I can give you a hug. You know we will always love
you, no mater what. You are who you are and you have to true to yourself."

I went to Dad and gave him a hug and he said, "I am so proud of you son, it
takes guts at your age to not only realise who you are but face up to it
and tell your family. You only have the one life and you have to live it as
you want, not how you think others might want you to live it. You don't
have to make excuses to anyone."

Gran wanted a hug next followed by Gramps. What he said next totally popped
my balloon though, with his typical Yorkshire bluntness he said, "Aye lad,
I thought you had something important to tell us and you have not told us
anything we didn't already know."

"What!  You all knew and never said anything!"

"Andy," Dad said. "We had a fairly good idea that you might be gay. It's
not something we felt we had the right to confront you with or push you
into admitting. It was something you had to figure out and come to terms
with yourself, in your own time. We knew if you were gay, you would tell us
when you were ready and the time was right for you."

"But how did you know, I thought I had hidden it quite well."

"Well you did try to cover your tracks well," said Gramps. "You were always
wanting to look at the page three girl in my Sun paper but I think you
first gave yourself away to me last summer in Spain. When I watched you on
the beach, I noticed your eyes were always following the blokes and not the
girls. Then when we first met Paul and he mentioned he was gay, you went
from hardly acknowledging he existed to not letting him out of your sight
whenever we met him. Finally when you suggested going to stay with him that
confirmed it for us."

"Yes, I think you asking to stay with Paul, rather than seeing if Simon's
family would let you stay while we were on the cruise clinched it for your
Dad and me. That and the fact there has been no mention of a
girlfriend. Even Simon's been taking that Debbie Smith to the pictures and
places now," said Mum.

"Do you plan on telling Si and your other mates?" Dad asked.

"I was not planning to say anything to them yet, but if my gayness is as
transparent as you say it is, they may already have guessed. I am worried
though that they will not want to be friends with me any more and I might
get bullied at school or by the swimming team."

"If you want my tuppenceworth," said Gran. "You and Simon have been best
friends since play school and your other friends you have known since
primary school so I don't think they will turn their backs on you. If they
do, they will have me to answer to! As for bullies, they look for a
weakness or a secret they can use against you. If you come out, are open
and up front about things, you take their ammunition away. If all else
fails you are big enough and ugly enough to give as good as you get.

"It was very different for lads when your Gramps and I were growing up. It
was illegal to have gay sex and all very hidden. Even when your Dad was
your age, there were few gay role models except for a few camp actors. Now
there are many very successful high profile gay people. You could not have
a better role model than Paul, just look at him at his age, successful
business, two homes and a lovely lad like you as a lover."

"What! He's not, he's never touched me! We have not done anything!" I
protested on the verge of tears.

"That's ten pound you owe me David. I said Paul would not stand a chance of
resisting Andy's charm," my Mum said to Gramps.

"Andy, it's no use protesting after that way you just blushed and the way
your eyes light up every time his name is mentioned, we know something
happened," said Mum. "Just admit it, you have had sex together and you are
in love with him. Don't panic we are not going running to the police saying
he is a paedophile or ban you from ever seeing him again. If it's what you
want, we want to help you stay together.  Your Dad and I talked about it
before we agreed you could stay with Paul. We discussed the fact you might
have sex with Paul and both felt if you were going to have sex with anyone
and explore your sexuality it would be much better doing it in a trusting
loving environment with Paul rather than some grotty public bog with god
knows who."

I couldn't help it, I was blubbing like a two year old. All the pent up
emotion of thinking I would never being able to be with Paul again, came
poring out. Mum and Dad both came over and hugged me until I got control of
myself.

"What have I done to deserve such a fantastic family as you? When Gran said
about being Paul's lover, I just wanted the ground to swallow me up. I
thought you were going to report him to the police."

"Why would we ever do that and make you unhappy. If we had been concerned
about what might have happened between you two, we would not have let you
go to stay with him in Spain in the first place. You could say we were
accessories before the fact to Paul's downfall by letting you go
over. Remember we were all teenagers once and both your mother and I had
sex before we were sixteen. You and Paul will just have to be very discreet
until you are sixteen. Now go ring Paul and put in out of his misery, as I
am sure he is missing you as much as you are missing him. You can ask him
if he wants to come to stay the bank holiday weekend after he comes back
from Spain. When you are finished you better bring the phone to us as I am
sure he will want to have a talk to either your mother or me," said my Dad.

As I was about to leave the room I asked Mum, "What was that about Gramps
owing you ten pounds?"

"Your Granddad bet you would not have the guts to do anything with Paul and
would bottle out. I said if you think that, you don't know my son as well
as you think you do. If he wants something enough, he will get it come hell
or high water. In a way, I felt sorry for Paul.  I don't know how much of a
fight he put up but one way or another I knew you would get into his pants,
if that was what you wanted," Mum replied.

I went through to the lounge, called Paul's UK number, and was soon
connected to him in Spain. I warned him for a bit of a shock and then told
him that there was nothing to worry about but the family had guessed what
had happened between us in Spain. As you can guess, Paul had a blue fit but
I eventually managed to explain that they were fine about it and Mum and
Dad had invited him to stay with us over the August Bank Holiday
weekend. Once he had calmed down, he asked to speak to Mum. I took the
phone through to the dining room and Mum went back in to the lounge to
speak to Paul in private. I guess I will have to wait until later when I
Skype Paul to find out what she said.

As I sat down at the table again Gramps said, "So, it looks like the apple
has not fallen far from the tree again."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You don't think you're the first, although you might be the last man in
this family to like a bit of cock. You don't spend months at sea in the
Navy as I did in seventies without having fun with another guys cock. I
could never say no to a hot hole or a hot cock in one of my holes when we
were at sea for months." Then turning to my dad he said, "There's no point
you sitting there looking all innocent either, you did a damn sight more
than play Monopoly when you and Chris used to go up to your bedroom when
you were Andy's age."

I can see now how I gave myself away from the way Dad blushed.

"David still can't say no to a bit of hot cock when we go to a sex party,"
Gran said. "It's no good you two looking like that either, just because we
are getting on a bit doesn't mean we don't still have a good sex life and
enjoy a bit of variety on the side."

Fucking hell! It's all coming out now I thought, Gran and Gramps going to
sex parties, Dada and Gramps being bi, and my Dad fooling around with his
best mate, my godfather. No wonder me having a gay lover over twice my age
didn't seem to faze anyone. I wonder what Mum's juicy secret is? Except for
Dad giving me the birds and bees talk a few years ago, sex had never been
talked about in this way until now. Just wait until I tell Paul.

"What makes you think you are the only two getting a bit of variety on the
side," Mum said as she came back into the room. "We go to some pretty
raunchy clubs in London when Andy stays over at Simon's. Maybe the four of
us should have a night out next time you are down."

There was me thinking I had done some adventurous things with Paul over the
last three weeks but it looks like my kinky family were way ahead of me. I
think Gramps was right there must be something in our family genes.

"I think I'll head up to my room, I want to have a video chat with Paul on
Skype. I'll leave you four to compare notes about your sexual escapades and
we can't have you corrupting an innocent minor like me with your depraved
talk."

"Innocent! Go on off, with you, you cheeky blighter. Get going before I
bend you across my knee and give your bare arse a spanking," Gramps said
jokingly.

"Better not Dad, you never know he it might enjoy it too much. There is
someone else not a million miles away who likes a bit of grey," my Dad
said.

I then saw that it was Mum's turn to blush bright red, so that was her
secret but what did Dad mean by bit of grey.

"Andy," Dad continued in a more serious voice. "We have admitted things
around this table tonight that most families would never divulge to each
other. We all have too much to lose if anyone outside of family were to
hear what has been said tonight. Remember that now Paul counts as family as
well. You of all of us, probably have the most to lose as you would lose
the love of your life. You do realise how important it is for all of to
keep these things secret."

"Of course I do Dad. Paul has already told me that I will need to be cool
towards him when we are out together where people might know me. I've got
to be especially careful with my mates so they don't twig."

I headed up to my room then. After shutting the door, I striped off. The
front of my CK briefs were soggy with precum after hearing about what a
fucked up kinky family I had. I called Paul on Skype and we soon had the
video link set up. I could see he was sitting naked out on the
terrace. Before filling him in on what had transpired round the diner table
after my earlier call to him, I wanted to find out what Mum had said to
him. He told me that Mum had said that the family would do everything to
support our relationship but that if ever he did anything to deliberately
cause me hurt, she would string him up by his bollocks and that Gramps
would probably have his guts for garters! Ouch I thought, don't ever get on
the wrong side of my Mum.

I then told him everything that was said around the diner table. Paul
explained to me that Dad's mention of grey was a reference to a book called
Fifty Shades of Grey, which involved BDSM sex so seems like Mum likes being
spanked! By the time we had finished our catch up I could see we both had
rock hard cocks dribbling precum. I brought my feet up onto the desk and
adjusted the webcam so Paul had a close up view of my cock, balls and
arsehole.

"Looks like I might have to go for the trinity then," quipped Paul. "The
father, the son and the grandfather since you are all into cock!"

"Only if I can watch and get sloppy seconds," I responded as I slowly
stroked my cock. I had to admit it was a kinky idea, having sex with my Dad
or Gramps.

"Stop stroking your cock, lick your finger and stick it up your arse, then
work your prostate," instructed Paul over Skype.

While I was fingering my arse, I could see Paul was working his arse with a
dildo. After all the sexy talk today, it was not long before I blew my load
just from the prostate massage. As soon as Paul saw me cum, he gave his
cock a couple of strokes and blew his load as well.

We carried on chatting for a bit but then Paul said he needed to get to bed
as he had a business call to make early tomorrow morning. I had closed the
connection and was just wiping the cum off myself with my pants when there
was a knock on the door. "It's only me," I heard Dad say. "Is it OK if I
come in?"

"Yeah come in." Dad had seen me naked loads of time when we went swimming
so I thought fuck it. After today's conversations, it would not matter if
he saw me with a semi and with my cum soaked pants in my hand.

As he walked over to me he said, "Looks like you enjoyed your chat with
Paul. You have missed a bit of cum on your chest though."

As I went to wipe it up, he reached up, scooped the blob of cum of my chest
and then licked his finger clean. "Tasty, might have to try it straight
from the tap some day. It's OK, I am only joking. Look, I just wanted to
say don't be afraid to talk to either your Mum or me about anything, I
think you will find us pretty unshockable. The other thing is we don't want
you to worry about your Mum and me going to sex clubs.  It doesn't mean our
marriage is on the rocks. Far from it, we find a bit of spice every so
often is good for us."

"It's OK Dad, I understand. Paul and I love each other deeply, but it
doesn't mean we don't play around with other guys as well. That's just
sex."

"Did I just say I was unshockable?  That's a very deep understanding of
life for someone as young as you."

"Think about it Dad. Until a few hours ago, I thought I was never going to
be with Paul again. We had to treat it as a holiday romance, so I was
determined to have as much fun as possible in that time. There were
opportunities to have sex with other guys so I took them while I had the
chance. There was no way of knowing that you would turn round and accept
Paul as my lover, particularly with the age difference. Even now, I will
only be able to see him every few months so there is no point in insisting
we stay faithful to each other. We have just been talking about it and
agreed that as long as we don't keep secrets from each other then we can
play with other guys."

Dad came, gave me a big hug, and said, "I may have sent a boy on holiday
three weeks ago but it seems a man has come back. I am so proud of
you. With an attitude like that I am sure you and Paul will have a good
relationship."

When we stopped hugging I said, "By the way Dad let me know when you want
to try the spunk from the pump, I'll always return the favour."

Dad gave me a playful slap around the head saying, "Don't push your luck or
you might find you have bitten off more that you can chew. Now have a
shower and get to bed. Gran and Gramps want to make an early start back to
York in the morning and you will need to be up to say goodbye."

Interesting, was Dad saying he was well hung? I had only seen Dad's dick
soft and it only looked a bit bigger than mine soft, maybe he was a grower
rather than a shower.

Next morning Mum came in and woke me as she was going off to work, Dad
having left about an hour earlier. After a slash, I pulled on a pair of
running shorts and a vest. Gran had made a full English for us, so that
Gramps was set up for the trip home. I then helped Gramps load the cases
and stuff into the car before waving them off on their way.

Once they were gone, I cleared up the kitchen and grabbed a shower before
giving Si a call to see if he wanted to come round. He said it would be
round in an hour.

When Si arrived, we went up to my room and I showed him all the photos from
the holiday.  In turn, he filled me in on all the gossip, the main bit of
which was that he had stopped seeing Debbie Smith. I then suggested we grab
a couple of cans of Coke, make a few sarnies and go out on the patio to
catch some rays while we eat them.

After we had demolished the grub I said, "Si, there is something important
I have to tell you.  I am gay."

"Thank Christ," was his reaction. "We all wondered when you would grow some
balls and fess up. At least now I might stand a chance with Holly
Thompson."

"Are you OK about me being gay? Was I that obvious? What do you mean about
Holly?"

"Look, we have been besties since we what, three years old. It doesn't
matter to me who the fuck you fancy, it doesn't change who you are. In
terms of obvious, you might as well have had a sign round your neck, at
least to your mates. Holly is a case in point. She was desperately trying
to get you to go out with her for most of last term and you did not even
notice. She will kick herself that she didn't twig you were
gay. Admittedly, you played along well with us when we were looking at
dirty mags, with the 'look at the tits on her' type comments, but if were
in town, the pool or somewhere it was the blokes you noticed not the
girls. So tell us, have you done the dirty with anyone?"

This was going to be the hard part bluffing, luckily I had never told any
of my mates that Paul was gay, "Nah, not yet. I have been about as
successful as you have at getting into a girl's knickers."

"Well if you ever want to practice giving a blow job, I'd be a willing
volunteer. Just don't expect anything in return."

"Oh, fuck off! That would be gross, we're like brothers to each other. It
would be like incest."

"Well if you change your mind, just let me know."


My other story on Nifty is in the Gay Incest section:

Kinky Father and Son (Posted 5th March 2009)
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/kinky-father-and-son