Date: Sun, 18 Jan 2004 00:04:29 -0800 (PST) From: "dancingfool@rocketmail.com" Subject: Lessons from Granddad - Chapter 2 LESSONS FROM GRANDDAD by dancingfool@rocketmail.com Lesson 2 In the morning I awoke to sun streaming through the window, and the familiar tang of dried semen filled my nostrils. On the other side of the door was Granddad filling the kettle and rattling pots in the kitchen, and asleep on my arm was my brother, snoring faintly on his back. I just watched him for a moment, reliving the events of the evening before and looking forward to all the evenings ahead. My gaze traveled from his slightly parted lips down the long neck and slim cum-encrusted torso to the matted pubic bush. Predictably, his cock was straining up toward his navel, just like mine. Sometimes I can't believe he's my brother, that I came into the world already provided with a best mate. Granddad's sharp rap on the door woke him up and made me jump. "Up and at 'em lads -- first day of summer training!" he boomed, swinging the door open and grinning. He was already dressed in his habitual uniform of shorts, sandals and white polo shirt. "Phew, what a pong," he cried, wrinkling his nose, " -- but a good healthy one, anyway," he finished with a grin. We blinked sleepily at him in our nudity and smiled. "Morning, Granddad," we said almost in unison. "Sleep all right then?" he asked. We nodded. "I should think so," he smirked. "After all that exercise you probably haven't stirred since I left you." He stepped into the room and climbed onto the foot of the bed to lean over and give us each a kiss. Sitting back on his heels, he took an erection and each hand and gave them a squeeze. "Doesn't seem to have satisfied you, though, does it?" Giggling, we slithered out of his grasp and slid out of the bed onto our feet. "Gotta pee, Granddad -- back in a flash!" said Carl, and we ran for the toilet. "Right then lads," he called after us " -- I already ran the bath, so you stay in there till you're clean and then into your running kit before you eat -- a short run before breakfast will do you no harm. I know a bath before a run isn't usual, but the two of you need it." "Aye, aye, Captain!" called Carl as we stood on either side of the toilet, forcing our erections down and willing them to subside. Finally we succeeded in emptying our bursting bladders, and jumped into the tub. We scrubbed each other down to the accompaniment of Granddad's sizzling and frying. He sings while he cooks, and we were able to have a bit of whispered consultation while we washed. "So what's lesson number two going to be, do you think?" I asked. "I don't know, Bro, but if it's anywhere near as good as last night's I'm ready for it now," Carl leered, grasping my rehardening prick. "Seriously, though," I said, fending him off. "What else do guys do?" "Don't ask me, Bro! I'll ask him at breakfast, if you like." That's Carl -- he's always been the bold one. "Right, then -- you do that," I said, hosing him down with the shower spray and then turning it on myself. Five minutes later we were in our shorts, singlets and trainers, setting out from the front step, followed by Granddad on his bicycle. * * * When we got back from the run, Granddad put the cycle in the shed and joined us in the kitchen, where we were fast emptying the pitcher of lemonade. Taking his station at the cooker, he put the already cooked food into the oven to reheat and started breaking eggs into the pan. Whistling as usual, he dished up three plates of scrambled eggs, and then loaded the plates with sausage, tomato and mushroom. The three of us hoovered up the meal while Granddad quizzed us between mouthfuls about times and distances and goals. The funny thing about Carl and me is this: while we argue and compete about a lot of other stuff, when we're running all we want is to do it in harmony. We've often broken the ribbon together, and no one has ever come in between us. Other teams call it freaky, but they're just jealous. When I feel like I just can't keep up the pace any more, all I have to do is look over at Carl -- he looks back at me, and it's like a shot of pure energy, and for both of us. When we'd finished the breakfast and the washing up, and I was thinking about a shower, Granddad said, "So, lads -- are you ready for lesson number two?" We looked at him in surprise. "Don't you think we should have a wash first, Granddad?" He gave us a sly smile. "No, Son, I don't. There's nothing wrong with sweat on a clean body, and a nice sweaty boy is something I haven't had for a good long time, never mind a pair of them as handsome as you two." I thought it was a bit kinky, but we'd agreed to let him show us everything. "Up with you then," he said, rising. "We're going to want a bit more space for this one." He led us upstairs, to his own bedroom. My brother and I undressed each other with Granddad's help, and then we both stripped him. Carl and I were both hard and pointing at the ceiling; Granddad was only half hard, but growing. Even though we'd seen it last night, we still couldn't take our eyes off it. "That's what I like to see," he said with a wink, " -- always ready, always hard! Now Lee, I want you on the bed on your back, and Carl, this time you get to watch first." I lay down on my back, and Granddad scooted me around so my ass was almost hanging off the side, and then spread my legs. I had no idea what was coming, but I was already faintly sick with excitement. Granddad knelt on the floor by the side of the bed, and looked up at me from between my legs, stroking my thighs and balls and giving my dick a squeeze. "Get ready, Son," he whispered, and suddenly his tongue was in my funky, sweaty ass crack. I jumped and groaned -- what a feeling! "Awesome, Granddad," breathed Carl, " -- that's so nasty!" His gaze flicked back and forth between my face, to see what I was feeling, and Granddad's, to see what he was doing. Granddad's tongue felt huge and soft and warm, rooting all around my asshole and scrotum, his beard and moustache tickling me almost unbearably. I could feel his spit flowing as he laved all over my most private spot, where even my brother hadn't yet dared to go. Slowly the spirals drew in toward my hole, and unconsciously I reached for my throbbing cock and started to stroke. Granddad grasped my wrist firmly and paused long enough to say, "Not yet, Son -- just a little bit longer," before going back to work with renewed vigor on the asshole alone. Except for my cock, I just went completely slack, letting him in, and felt his tongue penetrate my anus. Nothing had prepared me for this -- it was totally incredible! I started to reach for my penis again, but then remembered Granddad's admonition in time. "Shit, Bro," Carl squeaked, " -- he's going right up your ass!" He was beside himself, kneeling beside Granddad and shifting from knee to knee, then rearing up to watch my face as I thrashed on the bed, then crouching down again to watch Granddad's powerful tongue taking me to new heights of ecstasy. Slowly Granddad tapered off (I whimpered with disappointment) and he turned to Carl to say, "Want to give it a try, Son? Want to give your brother the best thing he's ever felt?" He shifted aside and raised his eyebrows. Carl didn't even answer him, but just dived in and attacked my asshole. To begin with he wasn't as smooth as Granddad, but knowing it was my brother -- my favorite person in the world -- down there drilling his tongue into my ass made it just as good. And he was even more energetic -- it was like he was trying to get inside me with his tongue, and my sphincter relaxed even further -- I must have been gaping wide open by now, and Carl's tongue was getting farther and farther inside. "That's it, Carl, let him feel your whole tongue on his hole -- give him some more," Granddad encouraged him. He watched him go at it a few more minutes, and then told him to stop. "Stand up, Son," he said, "I think he's just about ready. Now let's get you ready." Again I was mystified, but ready for anything. Taking a tube from under the bed, Granddad faced Carl's bobbing erection and unscrewed the cap. He squeezed a bit of clear jelly onto his fingertips, rubbed it around and began to apply it to Carl's penis, careful to keep his touch light. Gently he spread it all over his head and shaft, making it gleam in readiness. Knees buckling, Carl groaned and steadied himself on Granddad's shoulders. At last the penny dropped: my brother was going to fuck me! Somewhere in a library once Carl and I had found some history article about relations between men and boys where the man would "introduce his member into the boy's anal cavity," and we literally hadn't believed it. We hadn't seen a lot of cocks, but we knew they could be pretty big, and the whole idea that it could fit inside an asshole -- much less a young boy's asshole -- just seemed absurd to us at the time. But that was before the last ten minutes with Granddad and Carl's tongues on my own anus -- suddenly I knew it was not only possible, but the thing I wanted most on earth! Granddad released Carl's cock, gripped his hips and turned him toward me. I grabbed my knees and spread my legs wide for Carl, letting my hole gape open. He grinned down at me, leaned over and put a hand in each side of me. "Shit, Bro -- I guess blokes can fuck too, then. Think you're ready?" He laughed and gave my rigid penis an appraising squeeze. Granddad sniggered and assured him, "I'd say he is, Son -- I've never seen a boy open up so quickly in my life!" He put one hand on Carl's ass, and with the other aimed his cock at my hole; finally I felt the first touch of my brother's cockhead on my asshole. "Now take it slow, Son," he told Carl. "Don't push -- just let him pull you in -- you don't want to hurt your brother. This should be the best thing either one of you has ever felt, but it can hurt if you're not gentle." "Don't worry, Granddad -- I'll never hurt my bro," Carl responded earnestly, looking up at him, and then smiling back at me. I just gazed up at him with total trust. Granddad looked from one of us to other, judging our connection and commitment. He needn't have worried: Carl and I moaned together as Granddad slowly guided him into my ass, Carl's eyes boring into mine. His breath quickened as he suppressed his immediate urge to climax. I don't know why, but there was no pain at all, only joy, as my brother filled me with his meat. And then, amazingly, my cock exploded -- I hadn't even touched it! Sperm shot up my body, hitting my chin and splattering over my face. Laughing, his whole cock inside me and his balls on my crack, Carl bent down to lick the semen off my lips and feed it to me in a deep kiss. Still kissing me, he began to fuck me. Raising his head and breaking our kiss, but never taking his eyes off mine, he fucked harder and harder, instinct guiding his hips as he forced himself deeper and deeper inside me. I stared back at my brother, dimly aware of Granddad standing beside us now, one hand still on Carl's back and the other flogging his own enormous meat. Carl came. His face contorted in ecstasy and, eyes shut, he rammed himself into me and planted the first load of his brotherseed in deep inside me, grunting with each spasm. I grabbed his hips and pulled him in even deeper, sweating with lust and love, eagerly merging with my twin. A moment later Granddad began to keen; we both looked over in hungry anticipation. Moving in and putting one knee on the bed, he pointed his huge tool at my face. Carl brought his face to mine, and we shared the enormous load as it spurted out over us, drenching us both. We slurped down what landed in our mouths, and lapped the rest off each other's faces. Finally Carl collapsed onto me, gluing his body to mine with the remains of my own load, and Granddad threw himself down beside us, panting with exhaustion. * * * After dinner the three of us watched "Sorry, I Haven't a Clue" on the telly, and when that was over, Granddad stood up to say goodnight. "You two can stay up, but this old man needs his kip." He kissed us both and headed for the stairs, saying, "Hang on a sec', lads -- I'll give you something you'll need later." I looked at Carl, mystified, but a minute later Granddad was back, and he tossed the tube from the afternoon at me with a wink. "Plenty more where that came from, so don't worry about using it up! You boys have fun now." Carl grinned at me and switched off the telly. "Come on then, Bro -- time for you to show me what it feels like!" I followed him into the bedroom, stripping as we went. Carl shut the curtains and I turned on a light. He turned to face me, smiling, and put his hands on my hips. Looking into my eyes, my brother brushed his lips against mine; the effect was electric -- my cock rose instantly. Still holding my hips, Carl positioned the heads of our erections together and we studied our identical straining cocks for a moment. Then he pulled me to him and his strong tongue snaked between my lips, into the back of my mouth, searching for more, more brother taste. Afraid I would shoot right there, I pulled away and gasped, "We better do it now, Bro -- I'm gonna pop!" Carl stepped back and smiled; then he flopped down onto the bed on his back, grinning up at me as he groped for the lube and spread his hairy legs wide. Never breaking our gaze, he opened the tube and squeezed a gob onto his fingers. Spreading his buttocks even wider, he slathered the lube over his hairy pucker, still looking me in the eye. Breaking physical contact had allowed me to get control of my lust, but watching my brother lube himself up for my first penetration of him had me beside myself again -- I was dizzy with craving for him! Shakily I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself over him. Gripping my hips again, he guided my pelvis to his ass. "I won't lube your cock, Bro," he whispered. "If I do you'll come off before you get inside -- I put enough on my hole that you'll go right in." My glans finally touched the warm, slick pucker of Carl's anus; I squeezed my eyes shut and willed my orgasm back. When I was in control again, I looked down past my brother's thick penis and great furry balls to where my rod yearned into his sweaty crack. Just then the wrinkled sphincter gaped open as Carl willed me into himself. Between gritted teeth he hissed, "Please, Bro -- get it inside me!" Fixing my gaze on his again, I advanced into my brother, my best friend and soulmate. As the flange of my cockhead penetrated him, his eyes rolled to the ceiling for a moment and he gasped with excitement. "More, Bro!" Tightly gripping my pelvis he drew me the rest of the way in, my pubes flattening his great balls between us. A grimace of dismay flickered across his face as he lost control. He whimpered, and then, just as I had done earlier in the afternoon, he shot. The first and second jets hit me in the chest. The third hit my chin; the fourth and fifth splattered across his face. Opening his eyes again, he gazed up at me while his cock spent itself between our bodies. To me, Carl's face in orgasm is a miracle of beauty. And in that moment, something passed between us: Without speaking, we both knew that whatever else happened, we would be doing this for the rest of our lives. The intensity of the moment passed, and a great goofy grin spread over Carl's face, instantly mirrored on my own. I felt his fingers dig into my buttocks as he pulled me deep into his ass. When he let me, I pulled halfway out, slammed back into him twice more, and felt my own explosion deep inside his body. Intently he watched my face as I groaned and pumped my essence into him. By the seventh squirt I was giggling with joy, giddy with release. He pulled my head to his, wrapped his arms around me, and we devoured each other again, voraciously inhaling the rich stink of semen as we spread it over each other's faces. "Oh, Lee," he finally breathed. "I didn't think anything could feel that good -- but it's just as good as fucking you, Bro." I grinned at him. "So big brother likes taking it as much as giving it?" "I can't even choose," he gasped. "But then I haven't had enough practice. We're gonna have to do this a lot more to figure it out," he smirked.