Date: Thu, 28 Jun 2018 14:34:34 -0700 From: Pomo Wolf Subject: Gramps and Jimmy (Gay/Incest, oral, anal, b/M) Incest, oral, anal, b/M Author's Note: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between consenting underage boy and adult males... If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Copyright 2018 Wolf, all rights reserved. You may contact me at pomowolf74@gmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Gramps and Jimmy By Wolf As I started school I was allowed to spend most of my summer vacations with my step-grandfather, because my father and step-mother worked Gramps lived in Davenport, Iowa. His home was built in the late 1920s and remodeled in the 30s and 40s. It was located in the center park area, not far from the Mississippi River and the Illinois border. Grandpa was at best a no-nonsense stern man. He was obviously a kind and loving man but he didn't put up with any foolishness. He was the janitor for the local grammar and middle schools. The reason I stayed with him during the summer was because he was almost off work during the summer months. All he had to do is keep an eye on the schools to insure they were not vandalized. He practically lived in the kaki work uniform. He wore his gray hair in a crew-cut. Like most home in the neighborhood his house had a large basement that he had turned into a woodworking shop. I had never seen anything like it before. I'm talking steam cabinet for bending wood and every conceivable woodworking machine possible. He did keep a clean shop though. While I was staying with him I was allowed to help him in the basement. He allowed me to use some of his tools as long as I took care of them and my other duties were to clean up the sawdust. . When I was 9-years-old things got interesting. I was a slender youth, small for my age with brown hair and eyes. I was a shy loner type that read books a lot. I was not the athletic type. One of the first things that changed was he became 'friendly,' he always seemed to be touching me, hands on my shoulders, back; just casual touches. A particularly warm day he was in his typical work clothes and I was in a T-shirt, shorts and tennis shoes. He said, "It's too hot down here." He took off his shirt and was wearing a ribbed sleeveless undershirt (popularly called a wife-better undershirt). I was surprised to see all of the long gray body hair covering his shoulders and chest. "If your getting hot go ahead and take off your shirt." I wanted to be just like him, so I started pulling my T- shirt over my head. He began helping me by putting his hand on my sides below my armpits and helped pull the shirt up. This was the first time I ever felt his hands on my bare flesh and they felt rough and callous. We went back to work and were soon sweating a lot. Gramps picked up a clean shop rag and offered to wipe the sweat off me. My response was, "sure." He started wiping my chest. H.is hand moved slowly over my sweaty body. The way gramps was holding the rag two of his fingers touched my flesh. When those fingers touched my boy nipples, I sort of gasped and almost jumped. Gramps sort of laughed and just said "Did it feel good?" Then he handed me the rag and told me, "Wipe me off." He pulled his undershirt off; and I just stared wiping his chest. Gramps had sort of soft chest with man tits and huge nipples and grey hair allover from his chest to down his stomach. He took my right hand with the rage and put it on his chest and moved it around to wipe him dry across his chest and both nipples. Gramps smiled and said, "That really felt good, getting rubbed off." I had been standing up, but gramps pulled me to him and said, "Sit on my lap." It was strange, I was nervous but a bit excited and very curious. Gramps asked me, "Do you remembered nursing or having a bottle as a baby?" When I said, "Yes." He asked me, "Please nurse on my nipples?" I wasn't sure about doing that, but I had it in my mind that I had to please him, so I put my lips to his nipple and sort of licked the hair aside and sucked on it. Gramps was sort of moaning and mumbling softly about how good it felt. Gramps put one hand to my head, then put his other hand right on my crotch and started rubbing. As I sat on his lap, he was moving his hips under me, still moaning softly about how good it felt. This went on for several minutes or so, then he told me we needed to stop. This was my first time with him, I was pretty confused. but knew I wanted to do it again. The next time we were together, he had me sit on his lap again. I was wearing a T-shirt and shorts. He started with his fingers under leg of my shorts, touching; opening my shorts and he worked my underwear aside before he took hold of my little penis and started masturbating me. On future days he had me remove all of my clothes before sitting on his lap. He eventually had me sit on the workbench so he could take my penis and balls into his mouth and suck on them. He eventually removed all of his clothes and had me play with his hairy balls and suck on his cock. We spent hours masturbating each other and sucking each other's cocks. The first time he came in my mouth it scared me, but I quickly developed a taste for cum. At the end of that summer drew close I wondered if Gramps had brought other boys from the schools down here to his workshop. I enjoyed my summers with him for couple of more years. By that time, I was hooked on sex with men. I went looking for men that were into sex with boys. I eventually met a man that took a liking of me. He suggested that he wanted to bread me. I had no idea what he was referring to at the time but I agreed to try it. After we got naked and sucked each other's cocks for a while, he produced some sort of lubricant and greased up his six-inch cock and stuffed two greasy fingers up my asshole. I knew what he wanted to do and it frightened me. I was scared, and even when he cautioned me to relax or it would hurt more. Just the same my first reaction was to cinch my asshole shut. It did hurt a lot. He didn't stop, even when I pleaded for him to pull it out. H slapped my butt to take my mind off oft what he was doing and drove his cock deep into my ass. He fucked fast and shot his load in me. Afterwards he had me suck his cock clean. I wasn't sure I ever wanted to do that again. A couple of days later I sought him out and agreed to let him fuck me again. I was a little easier. I had to date him several times before I was able to enjoy it. The next time I visited Gramps I presented my ass to him and he was thrilled to fuck me with his big cock. If you enjoyed the story and have a story you want me to write about your introduction to the world of male sexuality, please send your outline to pomowolf74@gmail.com