Date: Wed, 8 Oct 2014 06:46:34 -0700 From: Papa Sport Subject: Grandpa Ira's Farm, Chapter 2 What follows is autobiographical. And while what happened to me is real, that does not mean it could or should happen today. Times have changed; sexual mores have changed; and what is accepted by society has changed. And while I think that I have "turned out" okay, the "research" would suggest that I am an exception, not the rule. So keep that in mind before you try to emulate my Grandfather. If one were to act today as he did those many years ago, it is likely one would end up in a jail cell. If you would like to contact me, I may be reached at papa.sport@yahoo.com GRANDPA IRA'S FARM by Papa Sport CHAPTER 2 As I went back to school for the fourth grade, I had a sense that other people might frown on what had gone on between Grandpa Ira and me, but I didn't care. I just kept my mouth shut and looked forward to going to back to the farm the following summer. And while some of the kids at school claimed to know all about sex, I just smiled in silence. In health class we talked about body parts. I already had a quiet knowledge. However, as the summer of 1959 approached, there was trouble in the air. My Dad was a steel worker, and there were rumors that there would be a big strike. My parents cut back on spending wherever they could to prepare. That was when my Mom informed me that I would not be able to go to the farm because they did not want to spend the money on gas for the trip. I was distraught. I was really interested then when my mother got a telephone call from my grandparents. It was my grandfather who suggested that my parents put me on the Greyhound bus, and that my grandparents would pay for the ticket. That way I could still come down to the farm, and there would be one less mouth to feed at home. In spite of my Mother's reluctance to have her ten year old son travel alone on the bus, and after some considerable begging, she finally agreed. I was elated. And so soon after the fourth of July, I was on the bus rumbling down Rt. 66 to my grandparents. They met the bus in town in their big 1957 DeSoto Fireflite. Grandma Elsie had her "going to town" clothes on. Grandpa Ira wore his usual overalls and plaid shirt. I was so excited to see them that I wanted to head straight to the farm and go to work. But they used the trip to town for other things including going to the feed store to arrange a delivery, doing some grocery shopping, and a stop at Elmer's Diner for a bite. So we did not get back to the farm until supper time. Since we had eaten in town, Grandma made a simple supper of sandwiches. As soon as we got to the farm, I raced to my room to change out of my "city clothes", and into my shorts and tee shirt. As usual for July, it was quite hot. And as was his custom, after dinner Grandpa settled in with his Cardinals on the TV under the concealing afghan. His ball club was on the road, out east, so they were on and hour earlier. I sidled up to him, and it only took moments for his hands to begin exploring me. I had been so looking forward to this. I spread my legs to give Grandpa better access, knowing that it would be mere moments until his hands would find my youthful genitals under my shorts. I deliberately had not worn any underwear to make it easier for Grandpa. I sighed in contentment as I felt his hands push under the elastic. It seemed like he spent most of his time caressing my ball sac, lightly massaging each testicle. He almost seemed to be avoiding touching my now erect penis. Instead, his fingers stroked the little bulge of my prostate, bringing me exquisite sensations. Occasionally his fingertips strayed deeper between my splayed legs to ever so lightly touch the snug puckers of my anus. Whenever he did that I shuddered in pleasure. As the baseball game went into extra innings, Grandma Elsie called in that she was headed to bed. Grandpa Ira said that he wanted to watch the end of the game, and that he'd tuck me in. Soon the light was out in their bedroom. As soon as it went dark, Grandpa flipped the afghan aside. He quietly told me to stand up. When I did, he slid my shorts down and off. Then he removed my tee shirt. I stood naked before him, lit only by the light of one sixty watt bulb and the glow of the TV. He was sweating profusely, so I asked him if was going to take his shirt off too. He smiled at me, and silently pushed his overall straps aside before yanking his shirt over his head. I had never looked closely at his chest before. It wasn't really hairy, and what there was seemed more profuse around his nipples. It was salt and pepper in color...more salt than pepper. A single drop of swear ran down his sternum. Even at the age of seventy two, there was no fat on this man. He was wiry, fit, and muscular. I, on the other hand had the white doughy body of a city boy. But it made no difference to Grandpa. He told me to lie down on the sofa. As the baseball game played on in the background, he arose, and then knelt down next to the couch. Suddenly his hands seemed to be everywhere at once – my hair, my neck, my face, my chest, my stomach, my legs, my feet, my arms, my fingers and toes. I wanted to just melt under his touch. And then it happened. Grandpa leaned over, and, for the first time, touched the piss slit of my erect penis with the very tip of his tongue. My penis involuntarily jerked. He then proceeded to lick all around the proud little circumcised crown, and then up and down both sides of then stiff the little prong. I had never felt anything like this. It was magnificent. I wanted him to never stop. Without raising his head, though, his tongue moved on to my hairless scrotum, licking first one ball, and then the other. My whole body trembled. Almost without thinking, I lifted my legs and pulled them back so that Grandp could reach all of me. His tongue traced saliva along my prostate bulge. I shuddered as his fingers wrapped around my penis and began slowly stroking my tiny erection. He lowered his head further. "Oh my gosh," I remember thinking, "He's not going to lick me there..." But my body writhed as his leathery tongue touched and then explored each pucker around my virgin rosebud. I could not believe how good that felt. The jerking on my penis and the tonguing of my asshole caused my whole body to buck in orgasmic ecstasy, as I panted and mewed in satisfaction. Grandpa lifted his head from between my legs, smiling in satisfaction just as the final out of the ball game was registered. "Time for bed, Sport", he smiled. I just nodded. I picked up my clothes and padded up the stairs, with Grandpa right behind me, looking carefully at my young buttocks the entire way. Once in my room, I immediately crawled onto the bed. Grandpa Ira leaned over and kissed me right on the lips. I was again surprised when his tongue snaked out of his mouth and into mine. Unsure how to respond, I let him explore my mouth with his tongue before tentatively pushing back against his tongue with mine. Out tongues jousted briefly before he broke away from the kiss. "You'd best get some sleep, Sport. We'll have a long day tomorrow." "Goodnight Grandpa," I said. Then I added. "I love you." He was halfway across the room. He stopped and turned in the darkness. "Love you too, Sport." I was asleep almost immediately. The next morning Grandpa and I resumed our regular farm routine. Morning and afternoon chores of every type were followed by a showed out by the pump house. Grandma Elsie would make us a delicious farmhouse supper. The Cardinals game followed and then bedtime. Grandpa used every opportunity to play with my body, and II loved it when he did so. One day Grandpa and I were in the hayloft, having put up some new bales when he told me to lie back on a sweet smelling new bale. I knew what would happen next, so without even asking I slid off my shorts and tee shirt and set them aside. Grandpa's hands and mouth were soon all over me. I simply laid back, closed my eyes, and enjoyed the delicious feelings. Grandpa was simultaneously licking my nipples and caressing my balls when I felt him suck my right nipple between his teeth and take a light bite. Instead of hurting, a lightning bolt of pleasure shot through my young frame. "Oh Grandpa! That felt so good," I yelped. He released the little bud of brown flesh, raised his head and smiled at me. Then he dropped his head and lightly bit the other nipple. I had the same reaction. The session ended with my usual panting, squirming, and incredibly pleasurable dry orgasm. About a week later, in the middle of July, news came that the steel strike had begun. From all the reports, it seemed like it would be a long one. Grandpa immediately picked up the telephone and called my Mom. He suggested to her that because of the strike, and since I was already at the farm, it seemed to make sense that I just stay at the farm until the strike was over or school began, whichever came first. Mom of course objected, saying that it was far too much to ask. Grandpa dismissed her objections by saying, "Frankly, honey, I am getting a little older, and I could really use the help around here. He's a good worker. Let him stay. He likes it here. He works hard. And he's a real help to me." After Mom talked to me for a bit and made me agree to do whatever Grandpa wanted (as if that was an issue), the deal was struck. I'd stay at the farm for the rest of the summer, or until the steel strike was over. I could not have been happier. When Grandpa hung up the phone, he just gave me a big wink. I beamed. The hot summer farm days proceeded. The chores seemed never-ending, but Grandpa always found a way to incorporate lots of time for our favorite activities. The one day in early August, we were taking our naked showers by the pump house. My growing penis was erect, as it always seemed to be around Grandpa. He had lathered and rinsed me, with all the attendant touching, when I was surprised to see him drop to his knees in front of me under the spray. Without saying a word, he leaned over and sucked my penis and testicle in their entirety into his mouth. I stumbled back against the pump house wall as the gentle suction of this mouth and the movement of his tongue transported me to euphoria. I leaned back and pushed my pelvis forward so that I could get deeper into his mouth, but he already had all of me. I felt his hands snake behind my butt and spread my cheeks. His fingers teased my anus while his mouth suctioned my genitals. I was in heaven. It only took moments before I spasmed in the old man's mouth, unable to keep myself from crying out. He continued to suck on my penis and testicles until I softened in his mouth. "Oh Grandpa," I sighed, "That was..." But he merely put his finger on my lips and smiled at me. When we headed for the house, Grandma asked what had happened. She had heard me yelp. "He just banged himself," Grandpa said, smiling at his double entendre. "Oh I'm glad it was nothing serious," Grandma replied. From that point forward, Grandpa would almost always suck my penis or scrotum or both whenever we "played". It was not common for Grandpa to get a hard on himself, though. I suppose in those pre-Viagra days, such a thing was fairly common for men in their seventies. Whenever we would shower by the pump house, I would wash his massive penis and wrinkled ball sac. And although he said it felt great, he almost never responded with an erection. That was why, one hot August night in my bedroom, as Grandpa was sucking me to an orgasm, I noticed that under his overalls, his penis had become a tent post. After I reached my shuddering dry cum, I reached out and grabbed him through the denim fabric. He immediately stopped sucking my shrinking cocklet, and looked at my face. "Do you want to do that, Sport?" I nodded enthusiastically. He stood and pulled off his clothes. His thick penis stood out from his body, proud and erect. I reached out to fondle it. I could barely get my hand around its girth. He stood by the side of the bed while I explored his cock and his balls. I thought that they were wonderful. His breath quickened. He showed me how he was different from me by pulling back his foreskin. I found the aroma intoxicating. Grandpa asked me to stroke it back and forth, like he did mine. I sat up and used both hands. His cock was twitching and I could feel him gasp for breath. "Are you okay, Grandpa?" I asked worriedly." "I am just great," he hissed..."keep going". So I gamely went back to work. It took several minutes, but it soon became apparent that Grandpa was close to cumming. His breath came in short gasps, and he moaned slightly between them. With a groan Grandpa spurted three shots of semen from his stiff member. The viscous creamy goo covered my hands and wrists, and ran down my forearms. Almost instinctively, I leaned forward to lick my hand and taste his man cream. Ambrosia, I thought. He pushed my head toward his groin, and I took the still oozing head of his penis into my mouth. As my mouth stretched to surround his still swollen cock, the smell of his cum filled my nostrils and combined with the funky taste to overwhelm my senses. I sucked in the still quivering glans, enjoying every remaining salty droplet. Grandpa Ira clearly enjoyed my oral ministration, because he left his penis in my mouth until it went soft. "Do you like that, Sport?" he asked as he slid from my lips. I looked at him adoringly and replied, "I've been hoping you would let me suck you for a long time," I said. He smiled at me and simply said "Thank you." Picking up his clothes, he silently left my room. From that point forward, I would suck Grandpa Ira whenever he would let me. Sometimes he would get hard and cum. I learned to love the taste and smell of his ejaculate. Sometimes I would simply suck him until it was clear that he would not get an erection. Either way, I loved it, and so did he. Late in August, about two days before I would have to head home, the weather turned unbearably hot. It was over a hundred degrees during the day, and near ninety even at night. In the evening, Grandpa and I were sitting on the couch watching the Cardinals. It was so hot that Grandpa had even abandoned the afghan. We were both sitting there shirtless in the stifling heat when Grandma Elsie brought in a big pitcher of homemade lemonade. This was the real deal, made from squeezed lemons, not some pre-packaged mix. I must have drunk four or five glasses. As usual Grandpa took me to bed and we enjoyed each other's bodies. And although I sucked both his cock and his balls, he never managed to get hard that evening. He sucked me to a sweet orgasm, we kissed, he went downstairs, and I fell asleep. But not for long. Somewhere in the night, I woke up needing to pee urgently, after drinking all that lemonade. I slipped on a pair of shorts and, since the only bathroom in the house was downstairs off the kitchen, I padded downstairs very softly to avoid waking my Grandparents whose bedroom was on the other side of the kitchen. I quietly emptied my bloated bladder, silently closed the bathroom door, and was ready to start back upstairs when I heard a sound. It came from my Grandparent's bedroom, which was just off the other side of the kitchen. They had no door, only a curtain which gave them privacy. I tiptoed over to the curtain, separated it slightly, and peeked in. The room was softly lit by the big yard light outside their window and the light from the nearly full moon streaming in. My position was such that I looked right at the foot of their bed. Grandma Elsie was on her back, legs splayed, and wrapped around Grandpa, who was quietly fucking her missionary style. I could only see his back, legs and ass, and his ball sac slapping against her ass crack. Both of them let out occasional sighs. My little cock involuntarily got hard as I watched, mesmerized. I remember thinking "How sweet! They've been married fifty years, and they are still having sex." My reverie was interrupted as my Grandfather spoke. "Thank you Elsie, but you know what I'd really like?" "What?" Grandma softly asked, as her husband slowed his thrusting into her wide open vagina. "I'd really like to corn hole you." "Oh you silly old man..." she simply replied. I did not know what "corn hole" meant, so I silently continued to watch. Apparently whatever they were about to do was not new to either of them. As Grandpa pulled his huge erection out of Grandmother's well used cunt and hopped off the bed, Grandma rolled over onto her belly. She stuffed both pillows under her stomach and spread her legs wide. In the dim light I saw her naked buttocks for the first time...big soft mounds of flesh on either side of her dark cleft. Grandpa returned in just a moment with a tube of some kind. He squeezed some of the contents of the tube onto his fingers, and then rubbed it all over his massive cock. Next he applied some of the tube's contents to Grandma's ass crack. I thought he may have even pushed one of his fingers into her bottom, but I couldn't be sure. Grandpa Ira got up on the bed and knelt between Grandma Elsie's splayed legs. Although I could not see too clearly, I could make out Grandpa's hands as they pulled her soft cheeks apart. "Hold that," he quietly directed, Grandma reached back and pulled her ass cheeks wide. I quickly realized that Grandpa was going to put his stiff cock right into Grandma Elsie's ass. The old woman gasped as Grandpa pushed forward, but she never asked him to stop or slow down. I could hear both of them panting and occasionally groaning as my Grandpa's cock disappeared into Grandma's bowels. Only when his hairy balls banged into her leaking slit did he stop his slow advance. She released her own ass cheeks and grabbed handfuls of bedding. "Oh you silly old man..." she hissed, echoing her earlier statement. Grandpa merely grunted and started slowly fucking his wife's asshole. Instinctively, I grabbed my cock which was tenting out my shorts. I dropped the shorts to the floor. My hand matched Grandpa's speed as he pumped in and out of Grandma's puckered asshole. I longed to see more, but had to be content with sight of Grandpa's buttocks tightening with each forward thrust. Grandma moaned steadily as Grandpa pounded her. It was then that I felt a pang of jealousy. Cleary Grandma loved what Grandpa was doing with her, and I wanted to feel that too. After all that Grandpa and I had done, I wanted to feel him deep in me. I wanted to give all of myself to him the way Grandma Elsie was doing. But soon my thoughts were interrupted by the familiar sound of Grandpas grunting. He was cumming. He was cumming in my Grandma Elsie's ass! The same sweet semen that I loved to taste and smell and swallow, was flowing into Grandma Elsie's rectum. "She is so lucky", I thought. Grandpa panted and groaned to his climax, and fell forward on Grandma's back. Sweat rolled down both his back and mine. I silently jerked my penis to an orgasm by my own hand for the first time. Before I could be discovered, I grabbed my shorts and scurried back upstairs to my stifling bedroom. And even though it was very late, it was a very long time before I fell asleep. The next morning, I slept very late. When I finally did come down to breakfast, Grandma Elsie was bustling in the kitchen, humming away, her usual happy self. I wanted to say something to her, but when she asked if I wanted bacon and eggs for breakfast, I just said, "Thanks, Grandma. That would be great." She was as chipper and normal as always. Grandpa came in and said that it was so hot, it would be a good day to go to town. So we all did, and stayed in town all day. We even went to the air conditioned movie theater. I sat on one side of Grandpa; Grandma sat on the other. I fell asleep in the car on the way home. The following day was the day I had to head home. School would start shortly. Grandpa and Grandma took me to the Greyhound depot (actually the Rexall drug store.) I wanted to say something to Grandpa, but I didn't think I should in front of Grandma. And so I knew as I boarded the bus back to Chicago that Grandpa and I had some unfinished business.