Date: Sun, 8 Aug 2004 00:56:39 +0100 (BST)
From: Peter Wilson <henleypark70@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: My Darling Grandpa 2

This story is true. The boy concerned told it to me some years ago. The boy
is still alive at 69 and lives a comfortable and happy life with his wife,
children, grand children and one great-grand child.

To allay the fears of the manic agents against child molestation, he
savours his boyhood experiences with great delight and relish. He told me
this story after reading of the vehement and volatile campaign by the few
maniacs in western society who use the media sensationalism to voice their
biased and out of touch concerns about child molestation.

If you are a right thinking and humble person then read this story about
real life and send me your opinions.


We settled in quickly to our new cottage and again I was now having more
frequent baths with my grandpa. The pattern remained the same.

He would get into the bath first and then I would get in and sit on his lap
with the big circumcised cock poking up between my legs and rubbing on my
little hairless balls. I would run my fingers lightly over his knob and
sometimes he would leak out slippery clear fluid which felt really nice on
my fingers. I even started to taste it and I must admit that I enjoyed the
taste.

Sometimes I could make my grandpa's big cock fire off his globs of thick
white semen, and sometimes I would even be able to taste it.

Grandpa now started to tell me lots of facts about sex and reproduction.
Always he illustrated the item he was telling me by practical means, which
was much better than words I sometimes didn't understand.

He explained to me the intense feelings that you got during sex and just
before my eighth birthday in early 1943 he allowed me to watch when he and
grandma fucked. He told me all the common words but suggested that I not
use these as they were just between the two of us. I know that he often
sucked my little brothers cock as well, as he continued to suck mine often,
and I was regularly now getting stiff at any time.

Within a week of coming to southern England we were awakening most nights
with heavy and noisy squadrons of German bombers coming over to damage
Britain. Often I would go outside with grandpa and we would pray that they
would all fall out of the sky and crash and burn. We did see some do that
so I, in my innocence, believed our prayers were being answered. So I
prayed every night that the German bombers would fall from the sky. Then we
heard a different sound and this was from allied fighters who were
scattering the bombers and shooting these enemy down in large numbers.

One night a bomber crashed in the fields nearby and grandpa went out with
some of the other men and older boys to see what they could do. All but one
of the occupants had been killed. The survivor was a young blonde German
youth just 18. His legs were broken and he had some minor burns on his face
and upper body. The local doctor drove over in his car and then an
ambulance took him to the nearby local hospital.

A few days later grandpa asked if I would like to pay the young German a
visit. I wasn't sure about this as I remembered grandpa telling me in
Dieppe that Germans hurt little boys. Finally I agreed to go with grandpa,
and some of the others. Amongst the group was the lad who had befriended me
the night we escaped from France and now he was 11, almost 12 and very
knowledgable about the war.

Again when we met he held my hand and when we arrived at the hospital I
said I needed to pee, so I went with grandpa to the lavatory. He unbuttoned
my fly and pulled out my nice cock, and then left me as one of the other
men called.

Into the lavatory came an English lad about 14 whom I knew lived at the far
end of our village.

He stood beside me as I peed and unbuttoned his smart grey trousers and
pulled out quite a big cock. I was extremely surprised to see it had no
knob on the end like my circumcised cock. The truth was that I had never
seen an uncircumcised cock before, so when he pulled the skin back and saw
his small knob I was confused. Before he had finished his pee I noted that
his cock was lengthening and starting to stick straight up so that his pee
arced right up to almost the top of the porcelain trough. He turned to show
me and then asked if I would like to touch it.

I did and felt the skin slide back and then forward over his knob. He told
me to keep going as it felt so good. So, as I did with grandpa, I kept
rubbing my fingers over the knob and up and down the shaft. Suddenly he
started to shudder and then he grabbed my hand and took it away. He leant
against the wall and again shuddered, but I noted that nothing came out of
his cock like it did with grandpa.

After a few minutes he buttoned up and walking shakily, we returned to join
the others. His father asked him if he was feeling alright, and he said he
didn't feel very well at all, but he would be able to continue if he sat
down for a minute. I pulled grandpa aside and told him what had happened
and he laughed and cuddled me and told me I was a lovely lad. He then went
over to the boy and sat with him for a few minutes. The boy looked in his
eyes and after a few words, beamed first at grandpa, and then me. He smiled
at me and he got up and grabbed my hand as we walked down the long
corridors to the room where the young German was recovering.

We all walked in silently. Due to his burns, which had also extended to his
thin flat hairless chest and upper thighs, he was lying on a sheet almost
naked. The village men looked at the poor lad and the oldest man, who was
even older than grandpa, asked the lad in halting German if he was feeling
better.

We all listened, even some of the nurses and a young doctor, as the man
translated the young lad's words. He was confused at first thinking that he
was back in Germany. He smiled when he realised he was in England, and
thanked the man for being so kind to him, the enemy.

I was very curious about this young man and noticed that the small covering
over his cock was, if I walked around to the other side of the bed, not
covering his cock. So I shuffled slowly around and then being at a lower
level that the other men could see his long soft cock and a few hairs. I
stared and then he looked at me and smiled. He held his hand out so I took
it and felt a funny pulse from it to me. The 14 year old English boy,
Lawrence, saw what was going on and moved over next to me. He too saw the
German boys cock, but now it was getting stiff and pushing out of its
cover. The German boy moved the sheet with his left hand so that we could
see his cock but it was hidden from the view of the grown ups.

Then the Jewish boy who had comforted me when we sailed over joined us and
he too noted the German's stiffening cock.

He put his hand on my bum and rubbed it, and at the same time his fingers
came in contact with Lawrence's who was doing the same.

After a few more minutes we all left, but I stopped and went back and again
grabbed the boys hand and squeezed it. Then I lent forward and kissed his
cock under the sheet. His eyes filled with tears, but I said that I would
be back to see him soon, although I didn't realise that he didn't then
understand English.

On the bus trip home I sat up the back with Lawrence on one side and my
Jewish friend Marcel. Lawrence had his jacket over his lap and soon had my
hand on his cock which was getting stiff. I undid a few of his fly buttons
and got two fingers inside to rub on the stiff cock. When we hit a bad bump
the jacket fell off and Marcel wanted to know what I was doing. Lawrence
whispered to him that I was comforting him. Marcel looked at me and then
grabbed my other hand and placed it on his crotch. I moved my fingers
around and undid his fly and put my hand inside. None of us wore any
underpants, even grandpa didn't, so I could get to his cock immediately. I
played with them both until our village came close, when I removed my hands
and my two new friends buttoned up.

That evening I told grandpa about everything that had happened, even about
the German boy. He suggested that perhaps we should pay the young Hun a
visit in two days time. I jumped at the chance.

He also suggested that I spend some time with Lawrence, and perhaps bring
him back here for more fun. The next afternoon Marcel met me after school
and we walked towards his house, but then deviated into the woods. When we
found a copse with thick bushes we found a way into the clear centre
patch. Marcel unbuttoned his fly and got his stiffening cock out. I
unbuttoned mine also but mine fell down to my shoes. I suggested that
Marcel do the same and when he pulled his shirt up I could see his growing
stiff cock and balls. He didn't have any hairs yet, but his cock was much
bigger than mine, but nowhere near grandpa's or Lawrence's.

I rubbed my fingers up and down the cock and soon Marcel was feeling very
good. Then without even thinking I bent down and took it in my mouth as I
did with my baby brother and also grandpa. Marcel let out a little scream
and put his hands on my head to prevent me from removing my lips. I swirled
my tongue around and soon Marcel was swooning and swaying and then he
pumped really hard into my mouth. His body shuddered, as I had noted
Lawrence do the day previous. This time though Marcel shuddered on and
on. I began to be concerned but then he stopped and almost fell over.

"Unbelievable," he said, then catching his breath again, " that was the
most wonderful feeling I have ever had. How did you know to do that," he
inquired.

I lied and said what did I do, and he hugged me and kissed me and said to
never mind it was wonderful, and we must do it again soon.

We left the thicket after both pissing to, as dogs do, denote "our special
place".

The next day was market day so grandpa said we would go and visit the young
German lad again. We caught the bus and arrived just after 2pm. The nurse
showed us to his bedside and again I held his hand. He raised the sheet up
with his other hand as he had done the previous visit and I could see his
large cock getting stiff. Grandpa came around to my side of the bed and
gently put his hand under the sheet and started to rub the boy's cock. The
boy smiled and patted grandpa's hand. Grandpa now got up and drew the
curtains that surrounded the bed and told me to go outside them and if
anyone came to just say 'grandpa where are you'.

I did this and then I heard grandpa's lips sucking, and I knew he was
sucking the boy's cock. Then the lad made a funny, almost choking noise and
the bed moved. After a few minutes grandpa drew the curtains back and I
again held the boys hand, only this time his fingers were moving in mine,
almost telling me that I was wonderful. We stayed with the boy for ages. It
was weird because we couldn't speak German and he couldn't understand or
speak English. Then grandpa asked him in French and he could speak a few
words, so they had a bit of a conversation. Then grandpa started to teach
him some English and soon he was pointing out furniture and items in the
room in English when grandpa pointed to them. The nurse then came in and
said we should leave so grandpa bent down and kissed the boy on the
lips. He then lifted me up so I could do the same. He indicated to the boy
we would be back very soon.

The nurse was very pleased with our visit and said that grandpa could come
back anytime as the boy obviously enjoyed his company. She was also pleased
we were teaching him English as none in the hospital spoke any German at
all.

The following Saturday I met up with Lawrence in the village and showed him
the place that Marcel and I called our hiding place. As soon as we were
inside the thicket, Lawrence opened his fly and pulled out his cock. I
didn't need any instructions as to what he wanted me to do. I ran my
fingers over it and then suggested that he let his trousers fall
completely, which he did. His cock was larger than Marcel's. It was longer
and fatter and he had a little patch of hair. His balls were tight up
against the base of his cock but were large like hen's eggs. I moved his
skin back and forth and soon his small knob was all slippery. I then bent
forward and put my lips on the exposed head. Lawrence almost collapsed with
delight. I then let my mouth open as I did for grandpa and soon had a quite
a lot of the cock in my mouth. I then swirled my tongue around the head and
the little ridge under it and within a minute Lawrence was shuddering and
then it all happened. I felt his cock expand and then whap! He spat out his
first ever load of clear semen liquid. He shuddered and shuddered, and
grabbed hold of me to stop falling over. Finally, he sat down on the dry
leaves and continued to shake. As I did with grandpa, I swallowed all the
fluid. It tasted really nice and sweet, not as salty as grandpa's.

That night grandpa and I had our splendid bath together, after we washed my
little brother. I told him all about Lawrence and his climax, as grandpa
called it. Grandpa was so pleased. Then he told me that he planned to go
and visit the German airman the next day and did I want to come.

We caught the early bus to the hospital.

If you like this true story tell me.

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