Date: Tue, 28 Feb 2012 08:56:21 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Grandson, grandad. Part Six.

  This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.

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

  Part Six

  It was a lovely five and a half weeks I had with grandad, getting to fuck
him at least three times a day with him fucking me every other day and the
sucking of each other, though not remembering how many times we did this to
each other. In between times, we would kiss and stroke each other, both of
us as brown as berries, my tan being a lovely golden colour while his was a
deep brown, well, he'd been out here much longer than me.

  It's strange that the first week with him, the time seemed quite long,
whereas that last week seemed to fly by and on that last night in his bed,
we both cried as we had sex for I would be leaving the next day. We had
gone to bed early for he wanted me to fuck him as many times that I could
and he even managed to fuck me twice as opposed to me fucking him six
times. It must have been about four in the morning before we went to sleep,
holding each other as we kissed and cried with it being our last night.

  We made love slowly that morning, him on his knees with me up behind
him. Slowly moving myself back and forth inside that tight orifice that I
just loved putting my dick into him. My tears dropping onto his lower back
at this last fucking that we would have and he was crying after I pulled
out and he went down on me even though I hadn't washed myself, such was the
state he was in.

  We took our time in the shower, gently washing each other, our tears
being washed away with the spraying water. We were at a loss for words as
we dressed and I packed my suitcase and when ready to leave, cried again as
I hugged Tom, giving him a kiss on his wet nose before I finally said
goodbye to him and went out with grandad to the car to be taken to the
airport. We were both so choked up with our own emotions, that we didn't
speak for the whole journey until he finally brought the car to a stop in
the airport's car park, where I then pulled him into my arms.

  `I love you grandad,' I whispered into his ear. `I wish I could stay here
forever with you.'

  `I wish that too Toby,' he said, his voice as thick as mine and I could
see that he was having difficulty in holding back the tears. `I'm going to
miss you. Not only for the pleasure that we've had together but your
company as well.'

  `Can I come again?' I asked, the tears now rolling down my cheeks.

  `You can come anytime you wish,' he said and gave out a shaky laugh. `and
come into me as often as you like.' I laughed at the pun and gave him the
biggest kiss I could before we got out of the car. He insisted that he
carry my suitcase into the airport to join the queue until my case was
weighed and disappeared out of sight. My boarding paper had been checked
and it was only the passport control to go through now.

  We stopped just before it and went into each other's arms for a final hug
and shared the Gaelic kiss before we broke apart and I went through the
passport check and turned and gave him a wave that he returned before I
went off to the waiting lounge. There I sat, as miserable as sin, running
the past five and a half weeks through my mind of the fun we had in bed
together. Loving the tightness of him as I moved my erection inside of him,
hearing his cries of delight when he felt my sperm coating his inside
making my moving more smoothly as I fucked him. The other joy was when he
was doing it to me and then the sucking of each other's cock and balls and
of the shaving of his. I was really missing him.

  We, that is myself and the other passengers, answered the call to board
our plane and it wasn't long before we were in the air and two and half
hours later, landed in England where mum was waiting for me. She cried with
delight as she kissed me and I cried that it wasn't grandad kissing me, and
it wasn't long before we were back home.

                                                         *

  The following evening, we had a man called Alex have dinner with us and
I'm not that stupid not to quickly realise that he was mum's boy
friend. You could tell by the way they looked at each other and guessed
that he had slept over while I was away with grandad. This gave me the
chance to get across to mum what I wanted to do, so after Alex had left, I
had a long chat with mum. At first she denied sleeping with Alex but
finally wore her down to admit she was very fond of him and him with her
and that he had stayed over some nights.

  I carried this on the next day, that being a Sunday so I had to get her
to agree my plan for I was back off to school the next day. The basis of
what wasn't really an argument, but finally got her to agree that I was
prepared to move out when I was sixteen and go to live with grandad so that
she and Alex could then live together without me being in the way. Mum's
objection was along the lines of me having to work for a living as I
couldn't expect grandad to pay for my food etc. I countered this with that
I was now quite fluent in Spanish, it wouldn't be hard for me to get a
job. Then she threw up about my school and that it would be another year
yet and I said that when I was sixteen, I would leave. That could cause
trouble she argued and I said that all she had to tell them was that I had
left the country and couldn't be contacted.

  I finally got her to agree with a subtle bit of blackmailing in respect
of Alex. He came round for Sunday lunch and I could see his eyes light up
when I casually told him that in three months time I would be moving out to
live in Spain with my grandfather, so I got him on my side as it were. I
was a happy bunny going back to school knowing that it would only be for
three months.

  Grandad had his seventieth birthday and we sent him his cards and
presents saying that we were sorry that we couldn't be there with him,
though I added a little bit more into my card to him and knew that he
wouldn't let other people read it.

  Next was my birthday a month later which Alex went and paid for a good
night out to celebrate me reaching sixteen. I think he did this by knowing
that in another month I would have left home and he could move in to be
with mum. Then came the end of this half of term and didn't tell anyone at
school that I wouldn't be returning. I had saved up enough money to buy a
one way plane ticket to Spain and the day soon arrived when I said my
goodbye to both mum and Alex, her crying at my leaving but mollified her
with that it was only a short plane ride away and we would still see each
other as we both had our own lives to live. Both of them came with me to
the airport where I gave mum a farewell kiss and shook hands with Alex and
told him to look after mum and had the pleasure of his face going a little
red when he said he would.

  On leaving them and in the waiting area, I used a phone there and phoned
grandad.

  `Hello grandad,' I began when the connection was made. `I don't have much
time to speak. My plane takes off in thirty minutes. Can you pick me up at
the airport at half three?'

  `Er...' he stammered. `Er...yes Toby.'

  `I've left home and mum understands that I was only leaving so that she
could then get closer to her boy friend. I love yo...' I'd run out of loose
change at was cut off. Those bloody phones there in the airport ate money
like nobody's business, they must make a fortune those phone companies.

  I was like a cat on a hot tin roof I was so hepped up with excitement,
for I was going back to the man I loved and who loved me. That he was my
grandad didn't faze me in the slightest. He liked fucking me and I loved
fucking him. I also loved sucking on his cock and balls and him sucking
mine. Shit! I loved him more than life itself.

  My heart was pounding fit to bust as the plane took off, taking me to
grandad and hoped that he would be there when I arrived. He had to be! He
loved me! Christ, I lost count of all the reasons that he might send me
back home but my mind countered with as many reasons for him to let me stay
with him. I fretted the whole two and a half hours until we landed.

  It was still pounding away when I collected my suitcase from the
revolving carousel and made my way to the exit. Then there he was! Almost
hopping about as I got close and when he opened his arms, I flew into them
and gave him the biggest hug I could.

  `I'm home grandad!'

                                                           *

  I couldn't help talking a lot of nonsense the whole trip to his, now our
home. How was he? How was Tom? How was everything. I just couldn't stop
talking or from stroking his thigh and having him stroke mine, giving me a
massive boner that made it uncomfortable to be sitting upright in the
passenger seat of the car.

  I was bubbling with excitement when we arrived home. I loved that. Home!
Grandad's and mine now too. Tom went apeshit when he saw me. Jumping up and
down, racing round the room and me, barking away, his tail moving faster
than the eye could follow.

  `He missed you as much as I did Toby,' grandad said, shooing Tom away
before taking me into his arms. `Did you miss me too Toby?'

  `You don't know how much grandad,' I said to him as I gave him a kiss on
the lips. It was more than a kiss I got back in return. It was the unspoken
word of heaven that it would be back with my love, the man who I would die
for and knew would do the same for me. `I love you grandad. Let's go to bed
and share the love we have.'

  He had tears in his eyes as we went into the bedroom where we undressed
and with both of us naked, climbed onto the bed and upright on our knees,
went into each other's arms and kissed, our erections clashing together as
we slowly fell onto our sides without letting go, to kiss and stroked each
other until we broke apart for me to turn round on the bed.

  What bliss to feel his hot mouth take in the head of my cock as I did the
same to him, loving the smell of his body and the taste of his love
juice. To suck, tease and chew on that wonderful organ a well as to be
massaging it until the nectar was released, to hold in the mouth, to savour
the taste before swallowing the life giving seed that was the very essence
of love.

  By my sucking on grandad, I was depriving myself of having the added
pleasure of having him back up inside me for another day but within the
hour I was then able to help give him the pleasure of having me up behind
and inside him once again. We both cried out with joy as I gave him what he
wanted and I from giving it to him and the pleasure of having him.

  I fucked him senseless over the rest of the week with him somehow finding
the strength to have me at least once a day, filling me with his erection
and giving me the joy of having him back inside me. The years fell away
from him in our love making and we found it became easier for him to see to
me on a more frequent basis.

  Christmas came and passed as did the entry into the New Year and winter,
though the later wasn't as harsh or long as that of England and it wasn't
long before Spring arrived closely followed by the summer. By then I was
already as brown as a berry and nearly the same colour as grandad with
catching the early sun. Grandad lost some of his paunch with the exercise
we had in bed and even Tom lost weight with our daily morning run. My body
grew stronger with my daily swimming, building up my arm and leg muscles
though I gave him a lot of my inner strength by pleasuring him in bed to
which we seemed to spend most of our time and it wasn't all in sleeping.

  `Grandad,' I began one evening just after our fucking of each
other. `I've got to think about getting a job or something soon.'

  `Why Toby?' he asked.

  `Well I can't keep sponging off you as it were by not putting some money
into the kitty.' I said, stroking his chest.

  `Nonsense! There's still enough there in the bank to keep us going,' he
replied.

  `But it's not right grandad that I keep taking from you and not giving
anything back,' I said.

  `You're already giving me what I want,' he chuckled, his hand stroking my
flaccid cock.

  `No. I'm serious. I should be out earning some money,' I said.

  `Doing what?' grandad asked.

  `With me now really speaking Spanish, thought of getting a school job,
teaching English and Maths. I was pretty good at that in school,' I
answered.

  `Ah, we might run into a few problems with that,' grandad said. `I think
you would have to be a resident and all the rest before thinking of taking
on a job that a Spaniard could do.'

  `Are you trying to put me off?' I asked.

  `No, not at all, but it's not going to be as easy as you think,' he
replied. So that was that for the time being as with his playing and
stroking of me had aroused me and pulled me onto him and kissed me. `For
now, let me have what I really want from you,' he said with a grin and I
couldn't help but smile back at him and rolled off for him to assume the
position he favoured and for me to get up behind him and have the pleasure
and joy of pushing my erect cock up into his backside, to have the
tightness completely surround my now throbbing piece of meat and move in
and out of him till I came, giving him my sperm which made him give out
cries of delight at every spray that hit his insides. My joy was coming
inside him and giving him pleasure as I had mine.

  One of his major delight in us having sex was when we used one of the
hard back chairs in the dining area where I sat down with my erection held
upright for him to straddle my thighs and lower himself down onto it until
he was sitting on my thighs with my cock throbbing inside him. This way we
could hold each other and kiss as he moved himself up and down on my shaft
in the fucking of himself. Quite often he would have an emission with his
cock being masturbated between our chests for him to come and what we could
lick off afterwards.

                                                         *

  It took a couple of months for me to become a resident and get papers to
obtain work, getting all this done without having to have an interpreter as
my Spanish was fluent enough to get things moving faster than not knowing
the language. The downcast side of me seeking work at a school was my
age. I couldn't become a teacher until I was eighteen years of age, so that
had to be put on the back burner for now. Another thing was that grandad
paid for me to take driving lesson for a small motor bike, something like
the old Vespa which wasn't any kind of racing machine and sixteen was old
enough for riding one of these things. Grandad surprised me again by buying
one for me when I passed my driving test. Boy didn't he get a really right
fucking session from me that night as my way of thanking him. Come to think
of it, I thanked him every night in having me with him. Take that pun
whichever way you like, but he preferred the way that we had sex.

  So I still had just over a year to go before I was eighteen, but with a
bit of advertising, managed to bring a little money in by doing
interpretations and assisting some of the English population of where we
lived. I got more people asking for me for I was charging the cheapest
hourly rate or a fixed price depending on what was wanted.

  It was lovely to spend a lot of time with grandad down by the pool,
keeping the sun tan going as well as the swimming and having finally read
all of his books and those that he was still writing, that I went and
re-read them. Even after reading for the second time would still give me
erections that he wanted to share with me and so we also spent more of our
time in bed together. I think I've mentioned this before about our time
spent in or on our bed. Considered that you normally spend eight hours of
twenty four sleeping leaving you with sixteen hours of the day. I reckoned
on three hours in the morning. Another three in the afternoon and going to
bed early for at least four hours before sleeping. So only six hours were
used in eating, shopping, washing etc. It quite exhausted grandad all this
time that we spent in bed.

  It was the approach of my sixteenth birthday that grandad suggested that
we had mum and her boyfriend over to celebrate it with us.

  `You and Alex can have my bed and I'll bed down with grandad,' I told
her. `Just like that Christmas we spent here,' laughing to myself at me
coming out with this when I had only ever once slept in that bed upstairs,
that being on my first visit and meeting of grandad.

  They came over for three days and enjoyed the visit, grandad having
chuckled when I said about me having to sleep with him while they were with
us. It went off well, mum pleased that with me being with grandad and
enjoying myself by living with him and letting her get on with her life
with Alex.

  After seeing them off at the airport it was back to the two of us again
being able to resort to our having sex whenever we wanted during the day in
addition to that which we shared at night. Now was the time to see if I
could be taken on as a teacher in one of the two schools in town and we
were both surprised when the headmaster of the first would be delighted
with me becoming a teacher of English in the first one that I had gone and
spoken to. That was because English was now on the curriculum of schools in
Spain and with me really proficient in the language, wanted me to start at
the beginning of the New Year's term. All my Spanish papers were in order
and was impressed with my Open University diplomas in both the language and
maths.

  Grandad and I celebrated this at one of the area's most expensive
restaurants and there's no need to say how we carried on the celebration in
bed that night. Fuck it, I will tell you! Grandad surpassed himself in his
kissing every part of my body, even going as far as rimming my ring piece,
something he had never done before, having his tongue go where it was
normally his erect cock. Needless to say I returned the pleasure threefold
by having him that many times in the fucking of him though it was still
only the once with him fucking me. In between bouts, it was the sucking and
fondling of balls and got round to shaving him for the second time which
was later. I even had him shave mine that was now producing more hair than
needed.

                                                          *

  It was with some trepidation that I set out from home on my little bike
to be introduced to the rest of the teaching staff on my first day there
but they quickly put me at ease with me being able to speak their language
so fluently. The same with my first class and found it quite easy by
following the way I had learned Spanish, though the other way round this
time. The Maths class was a breeze as in both of my starting classes were
of the youngest pupils, but I survived and had been quite pleased with the
reception that I got from all the classes that I dealt with on that first
day. Grandad was pleased for me too and showed it in bed that night.

  I got on well with the rest of the staff of the school and I found that
most of them, the males, were in the late forties in age and one was only
three years older than myself, so we tended to spend some of our free time
talking to each other. His name was Ramon Perez and it didn't take long to
learn that his home had been in Madrid and that he now lived in a rented
apartment in town on his own and it didn't take a crystal ball to
understand that he was a lonely man and guessed that the reason for him to
leave his home in Madrid was that he was gay. I was quick to pick up the
nuances of his feelings, like the gently touch of the hand when speaking to
me and emphasising a point and of the way he looked at me when speaking.

  `It's nice to have someone younger to talk to,' he told me. `Someone
closer to my age.' Now you must remember that he is Spanish and that is the
language we used, well all of my talking in school was in Spanish, but I
have, for your convenience, have translated it into English. We would often
eat together during the siesta break, which was from two till four in the
afternoon, where he told me quite a bit about himself. Now I would take a
packed lunch with me, but he started bringing in food that he had cooked
for me to try and share his lunch. His was a bit shorter than me and not as
well built as me but had a lovely smile in his dark face. Well not that
dark but looking like he had a good sun tan being more brown that dark. His
hair was black and he had brown eyes that made me think that they were not
far off like that of Tom. White teeth and a habit of often running the tip
of his tongue over his lips.

  I'd been there about two months when he asked if I would like to have an
evening meal with him at his place. I begged off saying that my dinner
would be ready for me when I got home. He already knew that I was living
out of town with my grandad but still asked if I would another day. I
managed to not say yes or no at that time, for I wanted to speak to grandad
before saying anymore.

  `Grandad,' I began when we were in bed that night after me having fucked
him and then sucked on him, both of which we enjoyed and were now just
stroking each other. `You know I've spoken of the other teachers at the
school?' To which he nodded. `Well Ramon has asked me to have an evening
meal with him sometime in the near future and I don't know whether to
accept or not.'

  `Well that's up to you Toby,' he replied.

  `It's...it's not the meal grandad, it's...it's just that I get the
impression from the way he speaks and the occasional touch that...that he
wants more than just having my company for dinner.' Grandad was quite
blunt.

  `You think he wants sex?'

  `Er...well, yes,' I stammered.

  `Toby,' he began, coming up onto his elbow and leaning on his side as he
looked at me. `You are a man now. Young. Healthy and fit, and quite a
handsome man at that. I think that you would attract men as well as
women. You should really mix with persons closer to your age than keep with
an old man like me.'

  `You're not an old man to me grandad,' I cried.

  `Face the fact that I am Toby. Have dinner with him and if he wants sex,
go ahead,' he said.

  `You...you'd let me have sex with someone else?' I asked, a tremor
running through my body which I was sure he could feel.

  `Yes. Sex is good with either a man or woman. Only if you do, always use
a condom and come back home to me, for I love you so much Toby that it
would break my heart if you now left me,' he said and in the gloom of the
room, I could see tears in his eyes.

  `Oh grandad. I love you too. So much that it hurts,' I cried, moving up
myself to roll him onto his back to kiss him. A passionate one to try and
show him just how much I did love him.

  `I can feel what hurts the most,' he chuckled, him speaking of my
erection that was pressing against his thigh. `Let's stop that hurting
first.' I couldn't help but grin back at him, really wanting to fuck him
and show how much I needed him. We parted and he turned round and got up
onto his knees while I got onto mine and shuffled round him and got in
between his open legs and surprised him by bending down my head and kissing
each cheek of his bum before tonguing his ass. This made him shiver at him
feeling what my tongue was doing, putting down some saliva for I was going
to fuck him bare back, which we now did most of the time when we had each
other.

  With him now used to having my cock up inside him, there wasn't any pain
though he still gave out a grunt and a groan as I widened his ring piece as
the head of my cock slowly expanded him before it slipped in to feel his
body heat and have his muscle flex itself round the head before I moved and
pushed the rest of my pulsating cock into the tightness of his orifice.

  `I love you grandad,' I whispered as I moved myself back and forth inside
him. I didn't know that he had heard the whisper.

  `I love you too Toby,' he said. `Even more so when you are where you are
now.'

  It wasn't long before I was holding him firmly in my hands as I began to
have my orgasm and came, quite copiously inside him to his cries of delight
at feeling my sperm hit his insides. Then came his cry of dismay when I
pulled out and got off the bed to go and wash myself and on returning, went
down and sucked on his lovely cock. I say lovely for it was in all aspects
whether it was hard or soft as were his balls which he liked me taking them
into my mouth to suck.

  We kissed and cuddled afterwards before he spoke of what we had talked
about earlier.

  `If you do accept his offer for dinner, give me a ring early so as not to
waste food and fret that you haven't arrived home at the usual time.'

                                                         *