Date: Sun, 6 Jun 2021 13:42:40 +0000 From: J a skehan Subject: Fun vacation at grandpa's Fun vacation at grandpa's Cajuncock OK , You know the drill this is a work of gay fiction for adults. It is the sole property of the author. If you enjoy the stories on the site please contribute to keep it going for us all to enjoy. Comments: jaskejr@hotmail Here I am on my first solo flight at age 12. Ok, I'm not flying t he plane. But it is the first time flying to visit my grand pa in Florida for three weeks in the summer. My dad, Frank, has to stay in Boston to work. He works in a big office building in the city. Dad is a great guy and big too. He's a giant at 6'4" compared to my 4'6. But first a little bit about my family. When I was just 6 my mom left. Dad says that she needed to find herself. But we were fine without her. Our small 2 bedroom cottage outside the city suits us. My dad has a younger brother, uncle Greg, he's single and 34 years old. I like my uncle a lot. He visits us some weekends. Dad says the uncle is a state trooper, sort of a policeman for the whole state. I like my uncle because he likes for me to sit on his lap while he and my dad watch football , always with beer and lots of snacks When their team scores Greg bounces me on his lap. In our house after my mom left dad said that since we were an all guy house hold we didn't have to wear lots of cloths. So he just wears his loose boxers or a pair of gym shorts. Uncle Greg always wears shorts or sweats. Dad says that his brother must really like me because when he visits and I sit in his lap his thingy down there gets hard. Greg usually says that he really loves his little nephew. I guess he does because his thing is always hard when I sit on his lap. I was only 8 when grand ma died of cancer. Grand pa was real sad for a while. We all were. Uncle Greg would often visit on his days off. When he spent the night he'd have to sleep in dad's bed, the only other one in the house. I could often hear dad and Greg talking at night in the room next door. I was supposed to be asleep but the two of then made a lot of noise at night. Dad always told me that Greg had often had bad dreams when they were kids. Three years after grandma died grandpa retired and moved to Florida. He told everyone that the harsh winters of the north were bad for his health. His new place was in what he called a compound with guarded gates. Inside was a pool, tennis courts and a club house where all the retired people would go to play games. The first year dad and I flew down to visit. Grandpa introduced us to all his friends, retired men like himself. Most of them had young Asian or Hispanic housekeepers to take care of them. Dad said that some of the friends were retired men and retired athletes. Their housekeepers often had to drive them home if they'd have too many drinks at one of the bars. When we visited Florida, I'd always spend lots of time at the pool in the compound. The lifeguards were very nice to me. Most were college students at one of the local schools. I liked to see them in their tight, white speedos. Grandpa bought me a pair just like those worn by the lifeguards. Dad laughed saying that he could sure see all of our equipment when the suits were wet. I didn't know what he meant at the time. I did notice that a lot of the older residents were extra nice to me and the lifeguards when we got out of the water. But this time was different. I was flying down alone. I felt like a real adult boy. The flight steward, a thin blond man, paid specia[ attention to me. He even gave me extra sodas. He told me that if I needed to go to the toilet to push the red button over my seat and he's take me back to the toilet, the large one. After 3 sodas I had to go and I pushed the button. The steward came and got me. When we got to the back, he whispered something to the other, younger flight steward before taking me into the larger toilet for special people. Inside he locked the door and showed me how to work the toilet and the sink. He helped me unbutton and unzip my cargo shorts. He said that sometimes the flight might get bumpy so he'd hold my pee pee for me to keep from messing myself up. He grabbed it between 2 fingers and pointed it to the toilet. I tried but couldn't get started. He said that being in the air might make it harder to pee. He stood up, unzipped his uniform pants and pulled out his thing to show me. It was all hard and had skin on the tip. He pulled back the skin. I was amazed at the size and said "WOW! It's giant." He asked I wanted to touch it. I nodded that I did. He said, "it's Ok but it's our secret." I agreed and reached out to touch it. He moaned and started to shake a little. After a few minutes he told me to step back. He pointed it to the toilet and a lot of white stuff shot out into the toilet. He asked if I was ready to pee? I'd forgotten all about that and said he might need to help me. He got down on his knees and put his mouth over my thing. Suddenly, I started to pee and he swallowed all of it. I leaned back against the metal sink tired from all the good feelings. We cleaned up and left. The other steward was standing outside. I could see a spot on the front of his pants. We both smiled at him and I was taken back to my seat. When we landed the other steward told me to remain in my seat and he'd help get my bag from the overhead after all the other passengers had left. When the plane was empty, he came back to me. He handed me a set of wings for being such a nice boy. I sat in my seat as he reached up to get my bag. I could see that his pants were unzipped and just in front of my face. I was curious so I out a finger into the open zipper and felt his bare, hard cock. I moved my finger around and he moaned. He almost dropped my bag. I felt his thingy get stiff then wet. He reached down to hold my hand in place before pulling out a napkin to stuff inside his pants. He carried my bag to the door of the plane and handed it to the other steward who took me to meet my grandpa. They whispered before we walked away. Grandpa was waiting at the gate. The steward handed him my bag and leaned in to whisper to him. Both men laughed and shook hands. Grandpa's car was parked right outside. On the drive, he asked about my flight. I told him that I got to use the special, large toilet. But I admitted that I had a hard time using it until the nice steward helped me. He just laughed. He said that the nice steward had told him how nice I'd been and grandpa said that he had invited both to visit his home while they were here. I smiled and shook my head agreeing. I thought that maybe I'd get to see what the younger steward had hidden behind his zipper. When we got to the compound grandpa stopped at the gate to talk to the guard. He introduced me to the tall, Hispanic man on duty telling him that I'd be spending a few weeks visiting. The guard said that he'd keep an eye out for me. We drove on parking in front of grandpa's home. The warm sun and breeze felt so different from chilly, rainy New England. I was so excited that I immediately started pulling off all my cloths. Grandpa stood there laughing as my stiff, little wiener waved around while I did a happy dance. We went inside and grand pa said "Your dad told me all about his no clothing policy, I agree. He immediately dropped his shorts and shirt off;. I was amazed at the size of his thing. It hung down past his hairy balls. I'd seen my dad's since we often showered together and I thought it was big. But grand pa's was much bigger. He laughed as I stood staring and then said `We all got big ones. It's likely you'll have one too. " I didn't know what to say. Finally. Grandpa said `Why don't you touch it to see what yours will be like in a few years. Your dad and uncle are big too." He pulled me closer and grabbed my hand to touch it. It felt soft but stiff too. He moved my hand back to pull the skin back uncovering his shiny, pink head. I moved the soft skin back and forth. He moaned whispering "That's so good boy. You're making grandpa so happy. We're going to have such a good time." Grandpa moved us to the big leather couch and pulled me up to kiss my young lips. He the moved me further up until my hard little thing touched his lips. He opened wide he was able to get my thing and my balls in his mouth at the same time. He licked and sucked them until that feeling happened and I shook all over. I fell back onto his legs. Grandpa picked me up and carried me back to his big bed. He kissed me lightly whispering "Nap time little boy. You have a lot to learn yet." Ok, part 2 will be up later If you want.