From: D One Subject: Lots in Common Date: 27 Aug 1998 00:00:00 GMT "You two always got along and I think you two have lots in common" was the explanation that Dad gave to me at the dinner table. It wasn't as if I objected. I always liked visiting my Grandparents. Not only did they dote on me, gave me lots of freedom but I genuinely liked them. Grandma had died about a year or so ago..and I kind of freaked at her funeral. It was one of those southern open casket things and I wasn't ready for it. "Sorry about today" Grandpa Sam had said to me that night as he sat on my bed. I was eighteen, yet I loved it when he treated me like a little kid. He pet my hair...long....the way he said he was at my age. He started to cry a bit as he talked about Grandma..and I let him hold me as he talked...in fact I liked it. He went to his room and I couldn't sleep. I crept down the hall to his room and saw his light on. He looked up when I went in and asked what was the problem. A photo of his wife, my grandma, was on the nightstand. I lied and said I couldn't sleep. I remember the first time I visited them by myself years ago. There was lightening storm and I ran into their room cuddling between them to escape. It was a warm feeling..I never even did that at home with my own parents. He told me I could stay there until I got sleepy. He watched as I pulled off my shirt and shorts..leaving me in my jockey shorts. He told me I was a good looking boy. And I got in the bed with no intention on leaving..even when I got sleepy. I woke up in his arms the next morning. I figured that if he hugged me like he did his wife, then I was of comfort. And frankly, I enjoyed being cuddled like that..by him. So, I wasn't hesitant to visit him that summer either. I truly liked or even loved my Grandpa Sam. But the idea of spending the entire summer with him was something I wasn't sure about. Here I was about to go to my second year of college now..and had plans to work and maybe even get laid that summer..who knew? Instead, I'd be with my grandfather...helping him rebuild his cottage, cleaning our his house and doing whatever old people do by themselves. "Yes, honey, I think you're right. They are so alike and it's time you realized that" Mom said. I was confused at what she said, but decided not to press the point. Parents were always saying things their kids aren't meant to understand...so I've learned. Grandpa Sam was at the airport. He looked different. Instead of dressing in those old plaid clothes, he looked kind of neat. His hair too wasn't as grey as I remembered. We hugged and he kissed my cheek. "First thing, don't call me Grandpa..the name is Sam" he said and I agreed. We went to his car..but I couldn't find it. "Where's the caddie?" I asked. The man formerly known as Grandpa Sam, was standing by a deep blue convertible that made any guy hard out of envy. "Crap thing ate too much gas..here it is...want to drive?" The summer was starting off right. I drove down the country highway at full speed and didn't even see Sam flinch. We stopped for gas and food. Two shirtless guys were horsing around by the pumps. "Great day to get some sun, why don't you?" he asked. I pulled off my shirts and felt the warm rays on my skin...hopping back into the convertible we continued our journey. "I'd do it too, but you don't want to see an old man's body" he said. I urged and he responded....true his body wasn't flat, tight and fit like mine, but it was ok. We arrived at his house and that too astounded me. It had been painted and there was a swimming pool in back. "Great for these hot nights. Your grandma didn't like to swim" he explained why he hadn't installed one before. The house too was different. Mom and Dad said Grandpa wanted me to help him clean out the house, get some new furniture and decorate. "You're so good at those things" Mom always said. Which was true...and infact what I planned to study in college and art school afterwards. "You like to swim?" he asked and I nodded, as we stood cooking dinner that evening. "Great..one rule though...no suits..I don't want to have to take lint our of the filters all the time. Can you handle that?" That point didn't really hit me until that night after our first dinner.... bar-b-cue on the new brick grill he had built himself. The air was as hot and humid as I remembered. "Go ahead and strip off, nobody here but us two" I stripped naked and once again heard Sam say as he had that night a year or so ago "nice body, boy". I dove into the pool and looked up just in time to see Sam naked jump in after me. We swam, horsed around, raced and giggled like two kids in a pond. "OK, let's hit the sack tonight. Tommorrow we can go hiking, exploring, wherever you want to go". We wrapped ourselves in towels that Sam had put out and walked into the house carrying our clothing. "You know, kiddo, you and I are practically the same...and I suspect in ways we haven't even talked about" He sat at the kitchen table smoking one of his cigars as I got some Coke from the refrigerator. He grabbed my towel and there I was buck naked. I decided not to make a fuss and went about what I was doing. "Nice butt kid" he said almost too low for me to hear, but loud enough to make sure I did. Your Grandma and I had a nice life. We had your Dad and Aunt and then decided to stop there. They were good kids..kind of uptight..but that comes from your Grandmother's side of the family. "You were going to be a painter?" I said remembering some of this conversation over the years. I knew I was totally naked, facing him as I handed him his drink. His eyes looked at my crotch. I was thankful I didn't embarass us both by getting hard. "Nice" he said. I assumed he meant the cold drink I gave him. "Yep, was into lots of things. But your Grandma settled me down. But she's gone now....might paint some again...and do other things" he said "You should, Sam" I said seeing his face light up and feeling somewhat angry at my deceased Grandmother for keeping him from doing the things that I too wanted to do. "What about you?" He asked and I told him about school, art work, helping Aunt Sue redecorate her house after her divorce. "You think you can help me this Summer with this place?" I told him how great it looked now..and then rushed to apologized if he thought I was insulting his and Grandma's taste. "It's ok..she liked feathers, down, flowers...I like bright colors..always have" That was evident. He even had the refrigerator redone in a bright blue to match the cobalt appliances he added to the kitchen. "Ready for bed?" he asked. I stretched..feeling sexy as I stretched the body that way while he watched me. My cock started to arch up. "I think we're both ready" he said. I followed him upstairs. The room where I usually slept had exercise equipment in it instead of the bed I used to use. "Did that to keep fit. We can pull out the bed tommorrow. Tonight we can share, if that's ok." We were in his bedroom. It still had the huge bed that he and Grandma shared. The walls were repapered and the rug was a thick pile rug. "Wear pajamas? I don't but if you'd rather" he had stripped off his towel. I moved close to him. "Naw...never do....feels better this way" I said "Grandpa?" He didn't chide me for calling him that "Yes?" I moved against him and hugged him. "I'm glad I'm here." his hands on my bare back felt wonderful. As they moved to my butt, my half hard cock expanded full force. "Looks like we have everything in common" he said to me as he kissed me on my lips. His dick too was hardening. "I may need some help..." he looked down at his dick. We got into bed and I sucked his cock. He reached and stroked mine but I wanted him...to please him..to taste him. Eventually his body quivered and my mouth was full of him. "Fucking fantastic" he muttered "Your grandma never did that. You don't know how long it's been since a stud like you did." Slowly I had learned that he and I indeed were alike.......I was happy that nobody would force me to do what Grandma did. "Hell, if she hadn't, you wouldn't be here in bed with me now" he said as I lay my head on his chest. "Grandpa?" I again forgot my promise to call him Sam. "Yes kiddo" "We don't have to pull the bed out of storage, do we?" He patted on my butt in answer. "In the morning, I'll take care of you" he promised....and did. That summer there were lots of skinny dipping parties with some friends I made in town..and some of Sam's friends too..young and his age as well. I felt him inside me several times...and loved it. I tasted him again and again and valued every drop. His house got looking pretty good and I stood naked as he painted my portrait. "Looks wonderful" Mom said as she stared at the oil painting Sam had sent her withouth my knowledge. "Looks good...but let's keep it in our bedroom. People won't understand" Dad added "But you do look pretty good, son" his smile and eyes made me wonder, but feel warm. "Do you two understand?" I asked figuring it was now or never. "We always did" Dad said surprising me. "We love you" Mom added. I told Sam that night on the phone and he chuckled. "We never think our parents know...then they surprise us" I slept alone that night....wishing I was in his arms....and knew that he felt the same. I'd visit him again at Christmas. I already told the folks and they didn't seem to mind at all. "After all, you two have lots in common" Mom said looking down at the floor. Dad laughed "We sure do" and I wondered if that was a slip or if he meant it.