Date: Mon, 12 Jan 2004 10:53:55 -0800 (PST) From: "dancingfool@rocketmail.com" Subject: Lessons from Granddad LESSONS FROM GRANDDAD By dancingfool@rocketmail.com Lesson 1 "Phew! I thought we were never going to get away," Carl whispered to me, waving at Mum on the platform at Temple Meads Station as the train pulled out. "The last four days almost killed me!" he continued, grabbing his crotch and leering at me. "She was buzzing around the house like a hornet that wouldn't leave!" "You said it, Bro," I grinned, collapsing on the seat. We had the compartment to ourselves, and he slouched in the seat opposite me, spreading his hairy thighs and thrusting his crotch at me with a smirk. "So what do you think of our chances at Granddad's?" I asked. "Is he gonna let us share the downstairs bedroom this time?" "I sure hope so -- but even if we're upstairs, anything is better than Mum on the other side of the wall and a door that won't even close right! And that downstairs bedroom at Granddad's has a new double bed in it too, not like those singles in our bedroom with the squeaky springs -- I'll bet he lets us if we beg him!" My twin and I were on our way to Norfolk to spend the summer hols with our Dad's Dad, like we had done the last two years, but this time it was going to be a bit different, and for a couple of reasons. For one thing, Dad wasn't going to join us for ten days (he and Mum separated when we were seven). But the bigger difference was something Carl and I had discovered last Christmas: wanking yourself is fine, but having your brother wank you is heaven. And for the last four days we hadn't been able to touch each other, what with Mum there bustling around the place every minute of the day, remembering another thing that had to be packed or another chore for us to do before we went! So like any 15-year-olds in our position, we were desperate. "Come on, Lee, do me now?" Carl pleaded, reaching for his fly. He hadn't even closed the curtains on the passageway windows, and I just rolled my eyes. "Give it a rest, Bro -- I'm as randy as you are, but the conductor is gonna be here any minute, or some other passenger." As if on cue, a mother herded her toddler past the window, shooting us a dark glance. "And anyway," I went on, "how are we gonna clean up the mess? It's been four days, and you'll probably drown me!" Carl always comes a quart, and if he has to hold it for more than a day, it's even worse. "Aw, you never wanna help!" he pouted. "But I guess you're right, Bro -- and I hate it when I can't strip down. You better promise to make it up to me tonight, though -- even if we are upstairs." "Don't worry, Bro -- nothing could stop me. And I'm gonna need some help too, you know." "I know that, Bro -- you always do." Carl gave me a lascivious smile. * * * Four and a half hours, two changes and a tube ride later we were pulling into Norwich Station, and there was Granddad already on the platform. Carl and I are tall and thin, but Granddad is built like a stevedore -- barrel chest and brawny arms, tanned hairy thighs like tree trunks straining the legs of his shorts. He's got a snow-white beard, and someone always wants him to grow it long and be St. Nick for the Christmas panto. His face lit up when he spotted us and started waving; we grinned and waved back, and suddenly I realized how much I'd missed him. We had seen him at Christmas, but not since then, and he has this way of making you feel like everything is all right, that there's nothing to worry about. Dad was an only child, so we're his only grandsons, and he treats us like we're a prize he won. I wished we could stay with him in Norfolk year round. We scrambled off the train with our bags and were in his arms two minutes later. "Here you are, my golden boys, taller and more fanciable than ever," he cried, squeezing us tight and kissing us both. I thought we were getting a bit old for all that, but when he did it I changed my mind. He never cares what people think -- why should we? With Carl I just hugged him back and basked in the glow of his love. He leaned over and picked up both of our suitcases and started for the car park. "Good journey then, lads?" he asked. "You could probably murder a sandwich or three -- am I right?" "Oh, yes," we answered in unison falling into step on either side of him. "Famished," I added. "Well, let's not waste any time -- we've still got the drive ahead of us," he said, heading for the Rover. We marched. In the Rover we caught him up on all the news from home and school. "You're still the track stars, I hope?" he asked. "We're gonna have to be doing a lot of running even through the summer if we want to be when the term starts again," replied Carl. "Well, we'll just have to squeeze it in with the swimming and bicycling," said Granddad. "And the gardening -- I've been waiting for a bit of help with some transplanting." "Is it the rose trees you were talking about at Christmas?" I asked. Granddad's garden is famous in Wells-next-the-Sea, and even though we can only help in the summer, he tells people it's all down to us. "Are they going on the side against the road?" "That's right -- I think they'll be brilliant there, don't you?" We agreed and plunged into a discussion of the rest of his improvements for the garden. As soon as we arrived at the cottage on California Terrace, we dropped our bags in the foyer; Granddad put the kettle on in the big stone kitchen. The table was laid for tea already, and went to the sink to wash our hands. Picking up the bags from the foyer, Granddad said, "So I thought I'd give you the downstairs bedroom, lads -- all right with you? You could probably use a little privacy -- and I know you don't mind sharing a bed." I glanced sidelong at Carl, wondering what Granddad expected us to say. I looked over at Granddad, but he just grinned impishly and slung our cases through the bedroom doorway. "Uh, yeah, Granddad, that's great," I finally choked out. "That's settled then," he said briskly, and set about making the tea. "You get out the sandwiches, Lee, and Carl, you get the cake and fruit from the pantry." A few minutes later we were seated round the little kitchen table and the three of us attacked the meal like ravening wolves. Granddad has no problem keeping up with us, even if he is over 60 -- it must be all that work in the garden and traveling everywhere by bicycle. After the washing up, we filled the afternoon with a walk into town and out the end of the pier, Granddad pointing out all the changes since last summer. The tide was out and the boats lolled in the mud like fish out of water. On the way back we stopped to do a bit of marketing for dinner. Granddad had succeeded in taking our minds off our urgent need, but when at ten o'clock he kissed us good night and climbed the stairs, it wasn't a moment too soon. "You lads don't stay up too late -- tomorrow's a busy day." We said good night casually enough, but the minute we heard the door close, we grinned manically at each other and dashed for the bedroom. Carl was hard before he had his shirt off and I wasn't far behind. We pulled back the sheet and slid into bed beside each other. I slipped one arm around my brother and took his rigid cock in my other hand. He groaned aloud and put an arm around my shoulders. "What was Granddad getting at, do you think?" I asked. "That thing about sharing a bed?" Slowly I started our ritual, beginning with long slow strokes along the full length of Carl's penis, gripping the thick base gently and tightening as I worked up to the tapered head. "I don't know, Bro," he breathed, "but he was certainly right, wasn't he? Don't worry about it -- oh, God that's good!" Closing his eyes and moaning, he cupped his balls in his hand threw his head back. I gave my whole attention to my brother's meat, working it just the way he likes it. Raising his head, he looked into my face as I pleasured him and grinned at me. I grinned back and quickened the pace. In only three more strokes, my brother panted and swore: "Shit, Lee -- ah, fuck, fuck, fuck!" and began shooting his load onto his belly and chest and higher. I was riveted to the sight of my brother's cum slit gaping open as he pumped volley after volley of semen over us both. There was so much I began to laugh, and he did too. "Shit, Lee, it's in your hair!" he gasped, flopping back on the pillow and giggling convulsively. "I told you you'd drown us!" I inhaled the rich smell of his seed and wondered -- not for the first time -- what it tasted like. As he lay back, I completed our ritual by rubbing the thick cream all over his chest and belly and into his pubes. His cock was as hard as ever, and I knew I would be doing him at least once more, if not twice, before we slept tonight. "You think Granddad ever shared a bed with his brother, Bro?" Carl asked me. "You think he ever did what we're doing?" "I don't know, but I hope he did," I answered. "I know I wouldn't mind seeing him do it now. All that hair on his chest? Wouldn't it be hot to rub the jizz into that, Bro?" "I'll say," Carl agreed. "And you know his dong must be huge -- do you remember what he looked like in his bathing costume last summer?" "You mean like he was hiding courgettes?" I snickered. "Yeah -- or bananas and oranges," Carl laughed, idly playing with my penis. His strokes became more insistent and he grinned at me. We switched places (we're both lefties) and he returned the favor. This time there was no conversation; we just grinned at each other and then watched his skillful hand on my aching cock. After only a few more minutes (sometimes I think it's the exact same number of strokes!) I was ejaculating just like him, spurt after spurt, again over both of us. Carl whistled. "Shit, Lee -- that was as much as me!" he said in awe. "You must be catching up!" He loves to remind me that he's seven minutes older. "Yeah, Bro, I was pretty hard up too," I gasped beaming my gratitude at him. Suddenly I couldn't resist it any longer -- I had to kiss him, and I did. His eyes popped, but he didn't pull away. In fact, after a moment he rolled onto me and pressed his lips even harder against mine. I opened my mouth and slid my tongue between his lips -- we devoured each other like starving men. When we finally came up for air, he stared at me and breathed, "That was wicked, Bro! I've wanted to do that for so long!" I could hardly believe it. "So have I, Bro -- I just thought you'd think it was queer or something." "I don't care if it is -- you're my bro," he said defiantly, and fastened his mouth on mine again. He squirmed on top of me, both arms around me, rubbing my load all over both of us, and humping me like a dog. I reached around to grab his muscular ass and forced our rigid cocks together. When he breathed out I breathed in, and when I breathed out he breathed in, the two of us sharing a lungful of air until we were lightheaded. His grinding against me became more urgent, and I gripped his buttocks like a vise. Amazingly, even though he had come only a few minutes before, I felt my brother spew another load of hot semen between our slippery bodies as he groaned into my mouth. Slowly his humping subsided, and after a few more moments he rolled off beside me and took my cock in his hand again. I pulled him to me and we kissed passionately as he brought me off a second time. We both lay back gasping, and then he got the giggles again. "Fuck that's hot, Bro," he panted out between fits. Suddenly there was a long slow creak as the bedroom door swung open. There stood Granddad in his knickers. We froze. "Everything all right here, lads?" he asked mildly. "It's getting a bit noisy down here." We lay there paralyzed. He grinned at us a moment and then sniffed at the air and made a face before going on. "Mmm, rich! The smell of two randy boys who've just given each other a little relief. I suspected that's what you'd be up to, 'cause I know you don't get much space at home. Don't worry, lads -- it's perfectly natural for brothers to satisfy their urges together, and with twins I think it must be just about inevitable." We were still speechless, but Granddad tried to put us at ease. "Lee, Carl, relax! It's okay. If you want to know the truth, your old Granddad just felt left out." Well, that started to penetrate, but it was still almost too much to take in at once. Being caught in the act is one thing, but now Granddad was telling us he wanted to join in? "Really?" I finally squeaked out in disbelief. Granddad sat down on the edge of the bed and gave us couple of reassuring pats on the legs. "Well, sure, lads -- who do you think helps me out? Where's my brother when I need him?" Finally Carl began to laugh. "Are you joking, Granddad? You'd wank with your own grandsons?" "If that's all you wanted to do, I'd be happy with that," he answered mysteriously. "Huh?" I gasped. "Wha -- ? Whaddya mean, Granddad?" Carl asked. "There's a lot more blokes can do together than wank, lads -- or haven't you worked that out?" There was a bit of a pause while we digested that. "Like what?" I finally asked. "Maybe this old dog can show you a trick or two -- what do you say?" Carl's cock was rigid again, I couldn't help noticing, but so was mine. "That would be brilliant, Granddad!" Carl said. "Teach us everything!" "Don't mind if I do, then. But first I'll get a little more comfortable." He stood up and both of us stared in anticipation. Granddad looked up at us and hesitated. "Been wondering what your old Granddad has downstairs?" "As a matter of fact, we were just talking about it," I replied. "Well, I hope I don't disappoint," he laughed, " -- but I don't think I will." And with that he slid down his knickers. Out flopped the biggest dong I had ever imagined. It was only half hard, but it was as thick as my wrist at the base. Like ours, it tapered to the head. He stood there in front of us stroking himself and gave us an appraising look. "I see you both have the family penis," he said. "There seems to be almost no variety in this family, except for size," he smirked. We stared, awestruck, as his great cock swelled in his hand and arched up toward the ceiling. He laughed. "Not so bad, is it?" "It's awesome, Granddad!" Carl breathed, goggle-eyed. He looked at me. "Shit -- I hope we get that big, Bro!" "Well, now," said Granddad, "I know you won't believe it, but there's such a thing as too big. Yours will probably grow a bit more, but they're already just fine. You'll see what I mean later." "If you say so," I said, "but I doubt it." It occurred to me to wonder how Granddad knew so much about the cocks in the family, but a minute later I was transfixed again by the sight of that enormous tool right in front of us. Granddad climbed onto the bed and knelt on the end between us. "Okay, who wants to go first, hmm? Well, I guess I should ask who came last?" "That would be him, Granddad," said Carl, nodding at me. "Does that mean I'm first?" "Sounds about right," said Granddad, and without another word he leaned down and took Carl's cock into his mouth. I was riveted. I guess I sort of knew what a blowjob was, but it hadn't seemed like something real until that moment. But the minute I saw it, I knew that's what I should have been doing for Carl. I scrambled onto all fours and hunkered down with my face a foot from my brother's crotch. Granddad was obviously a master of this -- he was taking the whole organ into his mouth until his lips were at Carl's balls; he would hold it there and then gently slide up and down the shaft for a while, his tongue sliding all over Carl's glans. He pulled off for a moment and said to me, "Take notes, Son -- you're going to want to give your brother as much pleasure as you can. Just make sure your teeth don't scrape his shaft, and treat his cockhead as if it's some delicious lolly." Granddad went back to work, and Carl interrupted his long moan of ecstasy to confirm my impression. "It's incredible, Lee -- you're not going to believe how good this feels. Oh, Bro, we've been wasting our time." Granddad sort of snorted into my brother's crotch at that point -- he must have been laughing at us. "Oh, don't stop, Granddad," Carl pleaded. "Just never stop." But already he was breathing faster, and I recognized the signs of my brother's orgasm approaching fast. Just as I expected, a few minutes later Carl groaned and exploded into Granddad's mouth. Granddad stopped moving up and down, but he didn't let go -- he hungrily gulped down Carl's load. I could hardly believe it -- I guess I thought he was going to pull off or something, but there he was swallowing every drop. Even if it was his third time in less than an hour, there was obviously still plenty of spunk boiling up out of my brother's balls. Suddenly I was jealous of Granddad -- he was getting what I hadn't even really worked out that I wanted: my brother's semen. Gently Granddad released Carl's spent penis and sat back between his heels, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and grinning at us both. "There -- that wasn't so hard, was it?" he said to me. "Think you can learn how to do that?" I just grinned, but Carl was ready to go. With a hand on my chest he pushed me down on my back and crawled between my legs. "Let me show you, Bro -- you're gonna love this." And with that he engulfed my cock. The first stroke eager he went too far and gagged, but he pulled back a bit and started doing for me just what Granddad had done for him. "That's right, Son," said Granddad, laying a hand on his shoulder and bending down to assess his technique. "Just remember how it felt when I was doing you, and do the same thing for your brother." Carl was right. If having him wank me was better than wanking myself, having my brother suck me was ten times better again! The soft warmth of his mouth completely enveloping my cock as he slurped it down -- I never imagined anything could feel so good! I couldn't decide whether to just lie back and concentrate on what he was doing to my penis, or watch his beautiful mouth sliding up and down my slick, rigid shaft. But I didn't have long to worry about it -- in record time I was groaning and pumping my load into his throat. Just like Granddad, he held me in his mouth until I stopped cumming, and then swallowed every drop. Reluctantly releasing me, he gently cleaned off my penis, licking up every trace of my spunk. "Yum! You're delicious, Bro!" He grinned and sat up. "Shit, Carl," I breathed. "That was amazing. You sure learn fast." "Yeah, I'd say both you lads are going to be quick studies," Granddad chuckled. Unbelievable as the experience had been, I still felt a bit cheated that Granddad had gotten Carl's load. Then my eye fell on Granddad's big tool still standing up between his thighs. "But how about you, Granddad?" I asked. "I was hoping you'd ask -- fancy a go?" he asked, leaning back on his elbows. In no time I was fastened on that giant cock like it was the nipple of life. Mother's milk, nothing -- daddy's milk was what I was after! Granddad laid a gentle hand on my head. "That's right, Son, just take it nice and easy and keep those teeth off your Granddad's shaft. That's right, Son -- lick the head like it's ice cream. Make sure you concentrate on that little spot just below the slit." Hearing him instruct me, I knew just how it was feeling to him, and wanted to give him the best blowjob he'd ever had. To my delight he began breathing faster and harder, not talking any more. Looking up at him as I sucked that great tool, I saw that he'd closed his eyes and was getting red in the face. He must have been pretty randy himself, because a few moments later he was shooting a huge wad into my mouth. Greedily I gobbled it down, loving the taste -- and Granddad like some kind of sperm fountain, filled my mouth over and over! Just as I'd seen him do with Carl, I waited until he was finished and then gently released him, still holding the last few squirts in my mouth. Suddenly I felt my brother grab my head and kiss me, his tongue eagerly invading my mouth in search of Granddad's semen. I opened wide to let him in, happy to share the bounty of our grandfather's great bollocks. Carl and I lay in each other's arms, still savoring the taste of our Granddad, finally lapsing into a doze. The travel, the walk, and the excitement of the last hour had taken their toll. Granddad snoozed along with us, an arm draped across both his grandsons' bodies. After another ten minutes he suddenly snorted himself awake. "Phew," gasped Granddad, rolling onto his back and wiping his brow, "you two are something else! I think that's enough tuition for tonight. I'm going to go and clean up, and we'll have another lesson tomorrow. He kissed us both lovingly on the lips, his great paws roaming over our asses, and we wished him good night. Turning in the doorway to turn out the light, he said, "Goodnight lads -- I'm so glad you're here." Carl and I turned to each other for one last kiss and drifted off in each other's arms. To be continued...