Date: Tue, 21 Feb 2012 09:50:15 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Grandson, Grandad II Part One

  This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.

  All comments, good or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

  Part One

     I remember the day quite clearly for it was a Friday, the day we broke
up from school for the summer holidays. I'd just got home and found mum all
bubbly with excitement. There was only her there for she and dad had got
divorced some four years ago and so there was only the two of us.

      `Toby!' she cried. Well that was my name and it was rather apt when
you considered that my surname was Jugg. `Toby. You know those designs that
I sent off to New York?' to which I nodded. `Well they want me to go over
there with my samples to display.' Mum was a dress designer and did most of
her work at home, the drawings that is, while the actual shop, if you can
call it that, was not far from home where the designs were turned into
dresses. It wasn't exactly a sweatshop, but not far off and this was the
break she had been looking forward to.

      `But...oh shit! I can't take you with me. Sorry,' she said, tears in
her eyes. `But I've had an idea! How would you like to spend the summer
with your grandad in Spain?'

  `Er...that's great mum, you getting that chance you've dreamed of, but,
er, well, would he have me. He's never seen me before,' I said.

  `Nonsense! Of course he knows you,' she said. `He's had pictures from me
ever since you were born. Would you like to go? It's a big house and it's
got a swimming pool in the garden. You'd like that wouldn't you?'

  `Yes, but...' I didn't get a chance to say anymore.

  `That's settled then,' and off she disappeared into what she called her
office. A spare room we had that she used, for that's where she had her
drawing board as well as all the tools of her trade plus her computer. I
slowly followed her in there to see that she was onto an airlines page
already. Her fingers flew across the keys, putting in my name, passport
number and the rest and putting in her credit card number to pay for the
ticket and finally inserting paper into the printer, she printed out my
boarding paper.

  `This is all you need,' she said waving the two papers at me. `One for
departure and the other for coming back. Oh, you'll have to show your
passport too.' I had butterflies in my stomach for even though I'd had a
passport for two years, this would be the first time that it was going to
be used. And flying in a plane! Another first.

  `But...but you haven't even spoken to grandad yet,' I said, somewhat
alarmed. `What if he's not there? What if he says no?'

  `Knowing your grandfather, he'll say yes,' she said with a smile. `He's
been on his own now for the last three years and I'm absolutely sure he
will say yes. Don't forget, he's only seen photos of you over the years and
no doubt would like to see you in the flesh.' How right she was with this
last remark.

  So back into the lounge we went and she sat down by the phone and dialled
his number and it only took a few minutes before she was speaking to him. I
sat there with my fingers crossed as she spoke which I won't bother with
the dialogue they had for you already know that from grandad's side of the
story.

  `Tomorrow?' I heard the squawk from the phone and only then looked at my
boarding pass and saw that it was indeed dated for the next day. Tomorrow!
The butterflies started up again and didn't catch anymore until she said
the last words, `Thanks again dad. I love you.' She nodded her head before
putting the phone down and looked at me with a big smile on her face. `All
fixed with him only saying that you've got to behave yourself.'

  `That I will mum, as long as he's not a tyrant,' I said.

  `Tyrant? Never! He's got a heart of gold and I love him for it. You will
too when you've been with him for awhile,' she said, not knowing how close
to the truth she was that I would love him, but much further than she would
have dreamed as it turned out. `Right! Let's get you packed for we'll have
to leave about eight in the morning to be at Gatwick on time.'

  So for an hour I put things on the bed to be packed in my suitcase with
mum putting half of the things back and picking out others but finally got
round to having enough inside before locking it and taking it back
downstairs. Over dinner, she told me all about the place mentioning the
swimming pool at least six times which I would enjoy. She was right with
this for I did like my swimming and was quite good when I did my swimming
in the school's pool.

  `His bedroom is behind the lounge and there is another bedroom on the
ground floor too though it only has a single bed in there, so you'll
probably have the double bed upstairs. It's got its own bathroom and leads
out onto the sun deck. He did say that he had a dog but I've forgotten what
he called it.' She rattled on for the whole meal about the urbanisation
where the house was and how far it was to the shops, things like that and
carried on until it was time for bed.

  I really trembled in bed that night, wondering what he was really like,
for he was now sixty nine years old and I hoped that he wasn't grumpy and
would like me. It was one of the few nights that I didn't masturbate before
falling asleep.

                                                      *

  It was my subconscious mind that woke me up at daybreak around half five
in the morning and I was now getting excited in the fact that I was going
to go and fly in a plane. I quickly did my bathroom things before getting
dressed, these having already been laid out for me by mum the night before,
and had made the coffee before she came down to the kitchen.

  `My, you are eager Toby,' she said before giving me a kiss on the
cheek. `Thanks for the coffee,' as she took the mug from my hand.

  `Well I am getting rather excited at having my first trip in an aeroplane
and seeing grandad,' I gushed.

  `Well just behave yourself,' she laughed, `and on the plane too.' She
then cooked quite a big breakfast, me saying that it was too much which she
countered that the food served on this flight would be crap, she was not
above swearing. `So eat up for it'll be dinner for your next meal at
grandad's.'

  With breakfast over and the things washed up, we waited for the cab that
she had ordered the night before to arrive to take us to the airport. This
duly turned up and with us and my suitcase in the cab, an hour and a half
later, were at the airport. She told the driver to wait to take her back
and I towed my suitcase, it was one of those with wheels at one end, into
the terminal to join the queue to have it weighed. This only took twenty
minutes before I then got a big kiss and a hug from mum with her saying
that I was to behave myself and that she should be back in plenty of time
from New York to meet me on my return. With that, I went through passport
control and gave her a last goodbye wave and followed other people to find
the lounge for the passengers for my plane.

  What a boring hour having to wait and have nothing to read and wished
that I had one of grandad's books with me. Now that would be good reading
for mum had told me not to read them as they were somewhat on the
pornographic side. That kind of statement was like waving a red rag in
front of a bull for I now wished that I had one there with me now and
couldn't wait to read one of them. Books like that were banned at home and
I had only read bits like that from one of the other boy's copy of letters
in a sex magazine.

  We finally boarded the plane and it was a terrific experience of feeling
the surge of power as the aircraft began its run down the long runway and
feeling the pressure of being pushed back into your seat and more so when
it started to soar up into the air, the ground, which I could see from my
window seat, rapidly falling away until we passed through wisps of cloud
and out into the brightest blue sky I had ever seen. Just miles and miles
of white clouds that looked like rumpled white bed sheets that was
reflecting the strong sunlight. I was glued to the window for most of the
journey that lasted for just under two and half hours until we were told to
belt up. Not to stop speaking but fix our seat belts as we were not far off
landing. This was just as thrilling to see the ground coming up the lower
we got, crossing roads and seeing the small cars moving like snails and
then over the perimeter fence and suddenly bumping down onto the runway and
having the sudden roar of the engine being put into reverse to slow us
down. I was now hooked on flying such was the thrill I got from this first
flight.

  The plane taxied to where we were let out of this flying tube and down a
short corridor into a large area that had a moving conveyor belt that went
round in a half circle and eventually started having suitcases and the like
on it. I eventually saw mine come round and pulled it off the belt and
started following others out of this collection area where quite a lot of
people were waiting for their friends or family to show themselves.

  I spotted grandad straight away having studied the latest picture of him
that mum had back home, though he now had a lovely suntanned face. As I got
closer to him, he having known it was me at the same time, came forward
with his arms open and I dropped my case at our feet and went into his arms
and got a big hug.

  `Welcome to Spain Toby,' he said before letting me go to pick up the
strap of my suitcase.

  `Thank you grandad. Thank you for letting me come. It's so exciting with
it being my first time in a plane and the first time of being in a foreign
country,' I said, or words along that line for I was still on a high from
the flight. He took my arm and led me out of the terminal and into the
sunlight. The heat of it struck me and made me gasp out at how hot it
was. He chuckled, which had a nice sound to it, and told me that August was
the hottest time out there and it wasn't long before we were in his car
with my case in the boot and had the car's air-conditioning on full blast.

  We were soon away from the airport and he told me of how dangerous the
sun was and to be careful for it would be so easy to get sunstroke. He
asked about the flight and how was Julie, that's mum's name and I told him
and thanked him again for having me stay with him for the summer holidays
and we talked nineteen to the dozen on the drive to his home. It felt
strange to be on the wrong side of the road in the driving of the car which
made him laugh when I remarked on it, wincing when he went, to my mind,
round the wrong way of a roundabout.

  It took a little to get used to this and not wince every time a car came
towards us going in the opposite direction. I was then to look out and see
the many trees that were not fenced in, being told what fruit they had,
most of them being nuts. Not the trees themselves stupid, that being what
was growing on them. The lemon and orange trees were easy to identify
though most of these were fenced in. I remarked on the lack of greenery
alongside the roads.

  `Well we've had quite a hot summer. It's in the spring when we get really
green on the hills and fields,' he said. We finally got onto a motorway for
a short distance before turning off into what looked like a small town and
was told that this was the urbanisation that he lived in. We passed a block
of shops and bars and yet it still took us another fifteen minutes of
passing houses after crossing a bridge and past a golf course and we pulled
up outside a lovely looking villa.

  `Home Toby,' he said.

  `It looks great grandad,' I said clapping my hands looking at the yellow
painted outside walls of the house with white balustrades up on the top
part. He took my suitcase out of the car and took it into the garden, a
small slope down to the steps to a patio door which he unlocked before we
went and for him to then unlock a big grill to be able to open the inner
door. There was a dog barking away as the grill was unlocked and with the
other door open, out bounded a black and white dog that ran circles round
us as he barked and kept his tail wagging all the time as he also jumped up
to lick my hand as well as that of grandad.

  `What a lovely dog,' I said as I knelt down to stroke him, getting licks
on my face as I did so.

  `This is Tom,' he said, moving into the house where I followed him and we
went up some stairs to a large bedroom, which was the only thing up there
apart from having its own bathroom. It was also the only way to get out
onto a sun terrace which I could see through the sliding glass doors. He
threw my suitcase on the bed and went out onto this sun deck where there
was a lounger.

  `You can even sun bathe naked up here Toby,' he said with that lovely
chuckle he had. `For you can't be overlooked here,' which was true as I
looked round and saw that we were higher than any other house close by.

  `I like this bed grandad,' I said, bouncing on it after we went back
inside.

  `Well settle yourself in while I prepare dinner,' and he shooed Tom out
who had followed us upstairs. It didn't take long to empty the suitcase and
put my things away in the chest of drawers that was there in the room
before going downstairs myself.

  `Can I do anything to help grandad?' I asked on entering the kitchen.

  `No thanks. Take a walk round the garden,' he said nodding in the
direction of the open kitchen door. I went over and I could see that lovely
swimming pool mum had told me about.

  `Wow! Can I go for a swim now grandad?' I asked, quite excited at the
thought.

  `Of course you can,' he said with a laugh. `It's there to be used, but
only for about ten minutes for dinner should be ready by then.

  `Thanks grandad,' I said, racing upstairs to get my suit on and grabbing
a towel from the bathroom, raced back down and out to the steps that went
down to the patio. I threw my towel onto one of the two loungers there
under the shady umbrella and not really knowing the pool yet, jumped in
instead of diving. It was lovely and cool as I went under and coming up to
the surface worked out which was the shallow end and which was the deep
end.

  I ploughed my way back and forth in that lovely cool water for a good
fifteen minutes before getting out and going back upstairs as I dried
myself. I say up, because with the house being on the slope that it had
been built on, the kitchen was a good fifteen foot higher that the pool's
patio.

  `I could smell the cooking grandad,' I said as I carried on drying
myself.

  `Well go and get dressed for I'm dishing up in fifteen minutes,' he
said. So after putting on just a pair of shorts, I went back down and had a
lovely meal. Well, being on his own for so long, he was used to cooking for
himself. I helped with the washing up and we sat in front of the t.v., but
what was on was rubbish, so I said I wanted to go to bed. He said okay for
he was all in agreement to this.

  `Er, grandad,' I began, not sure what his answer was going to be for my
question. `Er, mum told me that you've written quite a few books. Can I
read one of them please.' He gave out another of his chuckles and had a
twinkle in his eye.

  `I don't see why not. You're old enough now, come,' as so I followed him
into another room on this ground floor. `This used to be a bedroom, but
I've turned it into my office and library. It had two desks with a computer
on each and three, well, two and a half of the walls were just bookcases,
full of? You've guessed it, books! There was also a wall mounted television
as well as a video and D.V.D. recorder. What had once been a small
wardrobe, he'd put up four shelves that was full of folders and it was to
these he pointed.

  `There they are. Take your pick.' He said with a smile on his face. I
didn't bother with checking out the titles because they wouldn't have meant
a thing at the time and so pulled out the first one to hand.

  `Thanks grandad,' I said, and gave him a quick kiss on the
cheek. `Goodnight then,' and left him and went upstairs to bed. Now I
hadn't worn pyjamas for years now, so I was quickly undressed and in bed
and began to read one of his books. I was only into page four before I had
to get out of bed and go and get some toilet paper to catch my sperm for I
had become aroused in just those few pages. So back into bed where I then
had the book open and as I read more of the sex that he had written, I
jerked myself off, coming into the toilet paper.

  I don't know what time I turned the light out for I read as much as I
could before doing so having jerked off another two times as the story had
kept me in an almost constant erection. I must have dreamed of that story
so far for in the morning I had another erection and had to jerk off again.

                                                     *

  After getting up and having a shower, went down for breakfast and grandad
asked me what I had thought of the book so far. I'm sure I blushed and it
made him give out a laugh. `I bet you jerked off last night.'

  `Er... yes. It's the best I've read about two people making love,' I
stammered as I tried to eat my scrambled eggs.

  `How many times? Once, twice, three times?' he asked, a smile on his
face.

  `Er...twice,' I lied with a mumble, looking down at my plate.

  `I do sometimes even though I know what the whole story is, though not as
often as I used to. I'm getting a bit old now and there's not a lot of
steam left in the boiler nowadays,' he said.

  `You're not old grandad!' I said, now lifting my head up to look at
him. `I've seen people younger than you that look much older.'

  `Thank you Toby,' he said, `but I'm now beginning to feel my age.'

  `Will you come swimming with me?' I asked.

  `After the washing up,' he said, and so after we had eaten, I helped him
in this and then went upstairs to put my swim suit on and found when I was
back downstairs that he had a big towel round his waist, and so we went
down to the pool.

  `You don't really have to wear a swim suit,' he said when we were down
there by the two loungers. `The two houses either side of us are unoccupied
at the moment. The people who own them only use them for their holiday
breaks. The one at the bottom there,' pointing to one on the other side of
the lower wall, `is occupied, but she'll be at work now, besides, they all
know that I swim in the raw.'

  At this, he took his towel off and threw it onto one of the loungers and
dived into the deep end of the pool. He surfaced at the shallow end and
stood up and gave his head a shake, the water flying out of his hair.

  `Are you sure it's alright grandad?' I asked, not ever having swum naked
before.

  `Of course,' he said. `I don't mind seeing a young naked body and you've
just seen mine and there's nobody to see either of us.'

  I'd only briefly seen what he had in between his legs and his cock in its
flaccid state was nearly as big as mine when it was erect and thought, what
the hell. If he can swim naked, so could I, and quickly pulled my suit off
and dived into the deep end. On reaching the end, I turned and began to
really plough my way up and down the length of the pool. What a thrill I
had run through my body at feeling the water swiftly run along my cock and
move my balls as I swam up and down, really loving the feeling of freedom
in swimming naked.

  I finally came to a stop at the shallow end where he was still standing,
the water level only reaching up to his navel. `That was great grandad! I
didn't know it would feel as good as that without a suit one. Why aren't
you swimming?' I asked, whipping my hair back with my hands.

  `I...I can't swim properly. Doggie paddle and backstroke, that's all,' he
said and I could feel the shame in his voice as he admitted to this and my
heart went out to him at confessing this.

  `But you were in the navy?' I cried.

  `There's many a sailor who cannot swim. Besides, in the sea are some
rather nasty creatures and having seen some them being fished out of the
ocean, put me off from learning,' he said. `So I never really got round to
being able to swim properly. It's only in this pool that I learned how to
do the back stroke. This end of the pool is deep enough for me.'

  He then went and did two lengths of the pool doing his backstroke that
showed that he'd never learned properly at how to do that. Now I'd seen
boys at school naked in the showers but never a fully grown man and
couldn't really help but see his cock move about as he back stroked past
me, noting that he wasn't really small in that department. He was really
panting after those two lengths and went and climbed out of the pool where
I was then able to see that his balls looked twice the size of mine before
he picked up his towel to dry himself before lying down on a lounger that
was under the shade of the umbrella. I also noticed that he was quite brown
all over from his sunbathing and not have any white skin showing. Just
looking down at my own body skin really showed the difference and so I was
determined to get as brown as he was.

  I swam up and down the pool for a while longer before getting out and
drying myself before getting onto the other lounger that was out in the
sun. I had laid down on my front and felt the sun really warming up my back
but turned onto my side to face grandad when he spoke to me.

  `Did you like the story you read last night?' he asked, and I saw his
flaccid cock give a twitch as he asked this.

  `I haven't read it all yet, but yes, so far it's very good,' I replied.

  `Was it about male and female or male and male sex?' he asked.

  `Of...of two men,' I stuttered, feeling my face go a little red and also
feel my own cock give a twitch at the thought of that book.

  `What was it that made you jerk off twice.'

  `When...when they sucked on each other,' I managed to get out, feeling my
cock now starting to rise up remembering what he had written.

  `I can see that just the thought has turned you on,' he said, looking at
my cock that was up and hard, sticking out from my groin. I also noticed
that his had grown a bit more. `It turns me on too like it did then and
when I write about the act between two men. Though what I write is only
from one side of the coin as though I've had some men suck on me, I've
never sucked on another man's erection. I've often wondered what it would
be like. Have you ever played with another boy's cock and sucked on it?'
Now that was a real question.

  `Er...well...er, I have given another boy a wank and had him do it to me
but we never sucked each other,' I said, not looking at him as I said this,
my face feeling quite red and hot and it wasn't from the sun.

  `But you jerked off reading about it? Were you wondering, like I do
sometimes, as to what it would be like having your cock sucked?

  `Y...yes,' I admitted, still not being able to look him in the eye.

  `Well, as I've said, I've never sucked on one though I wouldn't mind
giving it a try. You've got a nice looking cock Would you like me to do it
to you and find out if I've missed out on not doing so?' There was what I
have read at being called a pregnant pause before he spoke again. `I
wouldn't expect you to suck on mine. It's just that having written about
doing it in many of my books, I wondered if I would like doing it as so
many men seemed to.'

  My cock was really throbbing at what he had asked and wondered if it
would be as good as what he had said in the book. I couldn't stop my cock
from twitching as though it was bobbing the head as if nodding, to say yes.

  `You...you wouldn't want me to do the same to you if I said yes?' I
stammered.

  `No,' he said quite emphatically. `That is, unless you wanted to. But
then you might be disappointed for there's hardly anything left in my
balls. Yours look as if they hold quite a large amount of sperm.'

  I looked at him but couldn't read what was in his mind, well maybe that
he really did want to suck on me, but could I let him do it to me? Why not,
said a voice in my head. You don't have to suck on him. You might even like
it. Jerking off in his mouth instead of into some toilet paper. I didn't
realise that as this voice was speaking to me that, my hand had gone down
to my erection and was rubbing it. I quickly let go of it when I noticed
what I was doing.

  `It...it won't hurt, would it?' I stammered.

  `It didn't hurt me when I was sucked on and I got a thrill at having
myself coming in the mouth on my cock and having the man swallow it,' he
said in reply.

  `Well,' I started to speak slowly. `If you enjoyed it, maybe I will too,'
and gave a quick look at the three houses that was close to us, `but not
here!'

  `Definitely not. It would be better being comfortable on my bed. So you
would like to know what it feels like in having this experience?'

  `Yes grandad,' I said, my stomach feeling that it was holding a lot of
butterflies inside and my heart was pounding and my cock was throbbing away
not counting the shivering tingles that ran up and down my spine. `You
won't tell mum?' I couldn't help but cry out at the thought.

  `No way! It would just be something kept between us,' he said as he swung
his legs round and sat up. His cock was bigger than mine when erect. Not by
much, and he covered himself with a towel as he stood up and wrapped it
round his middle.

  I did the same with my towel but it still showed that I was up hard as it
poked out the front as I wrapped it round my waist and followed him up the
stairs and into the house. I could feel my body trembling as we went
through the kitchen and lounge and into his bedroom which was right behind
the lounge and it had its own bathroom like the one upstairs.

  He moved round the bed to the side which was closest to the window, and
dropping his towel, he got onto the bed and lay on his side, his cock
sticking out from below the paunch that he had. I was still shivering as if
it was cold in the room as I dropped my towel and got onto the bed and lay
next to him.

  `Roll over onto your back,' he said, which I did, making my cock now lie
up on my lower stomach. `Don't forget that this is my first time of doing
this and I hope that we will both enjoy the experience.' He moved down the
bed a little and watched his head come down and had him kiss my stomach
before raising his head to look at my cock as his hand took hold of it. His
hand was warm as he lifted it upright, his fingers curling round the shaft
so that the head was well clear of his hand. I could see that I had that
pearly looking drop of fluid sitting over the eye of my cock and my body
quivered as I saw and felt his tongue move over the head to take this drop
off and into his mouth.

  `Have you ever tasted this,' he asked, looking up at me, his hand still
firmly holding my cock upright.

  `No,' I managed to reply, my stomach all tense in spite of the
butterflies inside.

  `You should taste it sometime. It's nectar. Just like honey. Now for the
moment of truth,' and his head went down and he took the head of my cock
into his mouth. Wow! How hot the inside was as I felt his lips push down my
foreskin to have his tongue move round the bare flesh. I flinched at the
sudden spark that ran through me as the tip brushed against the thin piece
of skin that held the foreskin to the flesh of my cock head. I learned
later that this was one of the erogenous parts of the body. It gave me the
tingle like you get when you put your tongue to a small battery to see if
it still had some charge left in it.

  I couldn't help the groan that escaped my mouth as I felt the suction of
his mouth and having his tongue move round the bare flesh. His hand still
had the shaft of my cock in a firm grip as it moved the covering skin
slowly up and down on the covered muscle. I can't really describe all the
different sensations than flowed up and down my body as his hand moved and
his mouth sucked on my hard erection. It was thrilling! It was exciting and
wished that I had had this done to me before as I saw his head moving up
and down on my cock before I closed my eyes and let all these lovely
sensations move throughout my body.

  Such was the pleasure that I soon felt my sap start to rise up from my
balls, knowing that I wasn't far off coming and this was much better than
jerking myself off.

  `I'm going to come grandad,' I managed to say as my thighs began to
tighten up and my hips started to lift themselves upwards to his head that
was still moving up and down on the head of my cock. His hand held me
tighter and began to move faster as he jerked me off.

  `I...I'm coming grandad, I'm...aaaah,' I groaned as the first of my
emissions shot out from the eye of my cock and into his mouth, followed by
another four. His hand was now squeezing me on the upward hand movement as
I gave out a sigh and felt my hips relax and sank back onto the bed. What
an unforgettable experience of having him suck and still be sucking on me,
feeling an extra suction as I guessed he swallowed my sperm. It was
absolutely great and his tongue was still moving round over the head as he
carried on sucking for a few more minutes before finally coming to a stop
and looked up at me. His eyes were actually twinkling and I'm sure that his
face had a smile on it though I couldn't really tell with him still having
my cock in his mouth.

  `That grandad was...was fucking awesome,' I gushed. `I didn't think it
would be as good as that.' He lifted his head up off of me and I could see
that the head of my cock was purple in colour and the air felt cold round
it as opposed to the heat it had been in. He gave the head a kiss and
looked up at me again with a big smile on his face.

  `I didn't know it was going to be as good as that either,' he said,
licking his lips, `and you tasted rather nice.'

  `Thank you grandad, thank you. Can I kiss you for that wonderful
experience?' I said, such was the euphoria I was in and having that lovely
glow in both my cock and balls. I held my arms open and he moved up the bed
and into them and we kissed. I surprised myself at how passionate that kiss
was, it being my first time in kissing another male person on the lips like
this.

  `Thank you grandad,' I said for the second time after breaking off our
kiss, loving the shine in his eyes. `It was just great. Would you like me
to suck on you now?'

  His eyes widened and I remember him saying down by the pool that I didn't
have to suck on him in return, but now I wanted to.

  `Er, you don't have to Toby,' replied, still lying half on my upper body.

  `But I want to. I want you to have the same thrill that you gave me,' I
said, sure that my eyes were alight and showing the desire that I felt to
make him happy with me doing it back to him.

  `Well you won't get the same thrill that I felt in sucking on you,' he
said. `When you get older, the quantity of sperm being generated
lessens. That is,' he chuckled, `If I could keep it up long enough.' I
looked down at him and saw that it was still erect at the moment.

  `That doesn't matter. Please grandad. Let me suck on you and see if it as
good as being sucked.' I said this with my heart thumping away in my chest
at the very thought of sucking his cock as he had sucked on mine.

  `Okay,' he said with a smile and moved himself off of me and lay down on
is back, his cock looking bigger than mine laying up on his lower stomach
and noticed that with him in this position, flat on his back, his paunch
had disappeared. I gave his hairless chest a stroke wondering why no hair
had grown there as most men did. He had hair on his arms and legs, but not
there. Anyway, I gave it a stroke as I moved down the bed, looking at his
circumcised cock, the head quite red and smooth.

  `You've got no foreskin,' I remarked, looking at it and wondering if my
mouth was big enough to take it in.

  `I had that cut off quite a few years ago, but it doesn't affect what can
be done with it,' I heard him say. I was now down the bed far enough to
have my face level with his groin and used my left hand to raise it up. It
felt hot and hard in my hand as my fingers went round and held it firmly,
feeling it throbbing away and hoped that it would stay up hard and that I
would enjoy sucking on it.

  I gave my lips a lick, an unconscious act before lowering my head down
and took the head of his erect cock into my mouth. Wow! My mind said as I
began to move my head up and down on him, letting some of my saliva coat it
for easier movement. You're sucking on grandad's cock my mind shouted out
at me! And it feels fucking great!

  The skin that covered the shaft of his cock felt so smooth and as I began
to move my hand up and down on it, it seemed to slide and move over the
muscle it covered, with much ease as if there was oil inside as a form of
lubrication.

  `Grip it harder and move your hand faster,' I heard him say. His voice
sounding as if he was much further away than lying under my shoulder. This
I did as I started using my tongue to move round the head of his bare cock
and heard him groan at each sweep that I made round it, not knowing then
that it was crossing over the G string to make him give out a shiver
beneath me.

  I now found that I was enjoying this, sucking on his cock and having him
give out little moans as I jerked away as I sucked and tongued him.

  `I'm not far off Toby,' I heard him say. `Grip it harder and move
faster...for I'm...coming.' And I felt the head of his cock swell a little
bit more and I had some of his come spurt into my mouth. Not a lot, but at
least there was some, and as he said, not a lot. But it was there and I
could move it round the head with my tongue as I kept on sucking and had it
slide down my throat while I did so. His thigh under my left arm had tensed
up as he began to come and now I felt it soften as he relaxed his body at
having had an emission and I felt quite proud of myself for having sucked
and swallowed his sperm.

  The strength of his cock suddenly started to soften too and knew that
this was the end of this first sucking of another man's cock and I licked
all round the head before finally letting it slip out of my mouth to look
up at grandad. He had a big smile on his face and I think I had the same as
he opened his arms and I moved back up the bed and lay on top of him as I
went in between them and we kissed.

  `That was awesome grandad,' I gushed when we broke off the kiss which was
quite passionate, his arms still round my back as he held me there. I could
feel his heart beating and reverberating against my chest much as I mine
did against his. `Just like you've written in the book. It was great!' He
pulled my head down for another kiss. `When can we do it again?' I asked
him, freeing my mouth from his and looking down into his shining eyes.

  `Later, for my stomach is telling me that it needs food. You can help in
getting lunch,' he said, releasing me from his arms. I watched the way his
flaccid cock moved as he got off the bed and found that I really wanted to
suck it again and have him suck mine. It disappeared from my sight as he
turned to the dresser and opened a drawer and pulled out two pieces of
cloth.

  `Here,' he said, throwing one to me which I caught as I got off the
bed. `It's a sarong which is what I normally wear all the time during the
summer. You just wrap it round your middle and tuck the ends in. It's just
in case you spill something while cooking,' and gave a little laugh.
`There's parts of the body that we don't want to get burnt or scalded.'

  I knew what parts he was talking about and grinned back at him as I
copied his way of fixing it round my waist. I followed him from the bedroom
and through the lounge to the kitchen where we prepared lunch.

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