Date: Tue, 8 Dec 2009 16:13:12 +0000 From: Eric McKenney Subject: How to Teach My Son the Way Grandpa Did, Part 6 How to Teach My Son the Way Grandpa Did, Part 6 by Eric Titan (titanic_cock@hotmail.com) All usual disclaimers. Do not read if this is illegal where you live our you are underage. This story is completely fictional and does not represent any actual stories. Thanks for comments from parts 1-5. I hope everyone is enjoying. Comments welcome. titanic_cock@hotmail.com It was a long night and the dick became one big blur. I must have sucked for hours total. From 69ing to rimming, we seemed to do everything 10 times. They ended with one last reprise of everyone coming up and having a nice long daisy chain session. And everyone found out they had one last round of cum left in them. Once I heard one cumming in someone's mouth, it was like dominoes, cum filled mouth after cum filled mouth. That made my 3rd since 11pm. I felt like Dylan's age again. I had no memory of them leaving, just waking up at 1 in the afternoon feeling every muscle in my body aching, and my hole aching for a finger and a lick. I didn't even bother putting on any close. No one was downstairs, so I went on to the shed. Grandpa was sitting there naked, stroking his dick, and Dylan laid on his couch, slowly humping, as they stared at my video from last night. "Boy, you missed your calling. Why I didn't get you into porn, I just don't know." I looked at Dylan, realizing what a dream i was living. Two days ago, i thought he hated me. Now, here I was, naked and showing him my homemade porn as he lay there, bound, waiting for me to take him tomorrow. "Well, not much I'm holding back from you anymore, is there?" "Dad," and I spit at him again, "You are so amazing. I can't wait to try all those things with you." "All in good time, boys. Now boy, today's the last day and you've still got 5 more assignments." "Grandpa, I am so sore, I swear, I can't do anything physical all day." "Fair enough. I promise. I don't want to wear you out. Now, the next two are very easy. I need you to deliver this package to one of my friends, Ken. And then he'll have number 12 for you." "That's all? Just deliver this package? You swear?" "I swear. It should take 2 minutes. Here's his address." "Ok. Be back in a bit." As i started to leave, Dylan said, "Thank you, for doing all of this for me. I love you, dad." I walked back to him, looked him in the eyes and said, "I love you more than anything, Dylan. I've been so worried about our relationship these past few years. I couldn't have asked for more than to have my boy back." And I spit on him and left. I drove to the address Grandpa wrote down to find out it was my old high school. There was no one there, as it was summer. I tried several doors till I found one open with a sign that read, "Junior Cadet's Meeting, 208" I found the room and saw about 20 boys, maybe 13 to 18, doing different activities around the room. There were tents and sleeping bags everywhere. The one adult, a well-built guy with salt and pepper hair walked over. "Can I help you?" "I'm sorry. I'm sure I'm in the wrong place, but I was looking for Ken." "That's me. Ken Engels. You must be Pete's grandson. How are you?" As I shook his hand, i realized how familiar he looked. Then it hit me, "Mr. Engels? Didn't I have you for science?" "That's what I teach here. And been here almost 30 years, so i'd say odds are pretty good. How bout we go into my office for a minute? Boys, keep on working it out. I'll be back in a minute. And no messing around. If anyone doesn't know how to pitch a tent by themselves by the time they leave today, they're not going camping." We went into his office. I felt like I was entering a cabin in the middle of Montana. "The Juniors have a big camping trip next weekend. Tons to prepare. So, Pete says you have a son you wanted to enroll in your local troupe back home?" "He did." "Yes. I've already called and they'll be expecting Dylan at their next meeting, Saturday morning. Here's all the info." "Wow, thanks. That's great. My grandfather didn't tell me anything about this, but I think it's exactly what he needs." "I'm sure it will be." "What's it called? Junior Cadet's? I've never heard of it." "Not surprised. We've been going in this state a little under ten years, so still new. And it's very exclusive, invitation only. Dylan's very lucky." "Well, thank you so much." "No problem. If you have any questions, here's my number. You can call me anytime, day or night." "Thanks. I can't believe I've run into you after all this time. Crazy. You know, I'm sure you don't get nearly as much praise as you deserve for being a teacher, but I remember you the most vividly and as being the best." "Well, thanks a lot. I wish we'd had Juniors when you were in high school. We could have hung out even more." "I wish we had to. Well, thanks again. Oh, I almost for. I'm supposed to give this to you." "What is it?" "I don't know." Ken opened the wrapping and read the cover, "'Personal. Stay out.' Well, that sounds intriguing." "Wait a second. That's my old journal. Why the hell is my grandfather giving you that?" "There's a note from Pete. 'Ken, Thanks again for getting Dylan in. I thought I'd give you this as thank you. Enjoy!' Well, that is odd." "I can't believe this. Just when I think he's doing some good, he pulls this. I'm sorry. I'll take it back." "No, no. There's some great stuff in here." He turned it around to show pages of photo I'd torn out of magazines, all hot actors and singers I'd liked wearing as little closes as I could find. Suddenly, I remembered what this book was. It was all my sexual thoughts and feels I had back then. Nick got me started, saying it might help me figure things out during those confusing years. "You even found some naked shots of these guys. And I like how, if they weren't naked, you drew in their dicks and balls over their shorts." "I am so embarrassed. Seriously, i'll just take it back" "Oh, looks like Pete marked a few pages. 'Mr. Engels, the hottest man on earth', 'How Mr. Engels takes a shower', 'How Mr. Engels jacks off.' Man, you gave this a lot of thought, didn't you?" "I'm going to kill my grandfather." "Don't be embarrassed. Fuck, you're all red. We all had crushed as kids on older people. I'm just flattered it was me. 'Top 20 things I would like to do to Mr. Engels.' I like #3. How the hell did you know what #6 was in high school?" "Mr. Engels, I mean, Ken..." "You can still call me Mr. Engels. It's alright." "Well, I'm glad you like it. Glad you think it's funny. Tell all your buddies tonight at the bar. I see why you and grandpa are friends." I started to walk out but Ken stopped me by the shoulder and swung me around. "Now A) there is nothing to be embarrassed of in here. B) what is so bad about expressing how you feel... felt? If we all did that more often, we'd be a lot happier." He kept his hand on my should, his face inches from my. I tried backing up, but the doorknob was digging into my ass. "And C) I do remember you. I remember how attentive you were and how hard you worked. And what if I told you, I also remember how hot you were in your tight jeans. What if I told you, I remember jacking off at night to that image of your ass walking out of class. And if I thought you ever jacked off to me back then, i'd be honored." He got closer, less than an inch from my face, " And if I thought you have thought back on me over the years as your first crush and your dick shot up, "and he grabbed my crotch and now hard dick though my jeans, "I'd be horny as hell." We kissed for what seemed like an hour. I was in heaven, reliving this long unfulfilled fantasy of my teens. When he backed away, he said, "I told your local troupe I'd come out next month for a few days. If you could give me a place to crash, maybe we could see how many of your top 20 items you wanted to do to me we could knock off." "Hell, yes, Mr. Engels." "And I love the book. There's another note from Pete in the back. 'Jason and Austin's dad's have asked that my boy help them earn a badge today. Please see to it. And tell him, 11 and 12, check." He opened up the door and called for Jason and Austin to come in. Two boys, about 14 came running in. "Boy, this is Big Pete's grandson. Your dad's have given permission for him to help you earn your next badge. What do you say?" Both boys shouted, "Cool" and started taking off their clothes. "Now, let's see. I think you're both on Code 12, is that right?" "Yes, Mr. Engels." "And how many coaches have you have so far?" "Four. This one will be the last. We're ready." They both stood there, naked, staring at me. "What am I supposed to do?" "They are on '69ing'. You need to coach them all the way thru. They wont do anything without your instructions. You just have to take them all the way to climax. This way, they pick up a lot of different techniques. Oh, and if you want to teach them 'snowballing', that's their next lesson. I'm sure they'd appreciate a head start." I looked down at the boys looking so eager. "Ok, well, what ways have you two 69ed each other?" "Well, we got on the floor and made a circle. Then he laid flat and I laid on top." "Then I laid flat and him on top. And then last top we were in bed and just kept rolling around." "Well, you boys sound like you got most of it covered. Have you been having fun?" "This one's my favorite." "You say that every time." "Well, each one keeps getting better." "Then how bout I help you out with something different. Have you ever hung off a bed, your head hanging upside-down off the side, and had another guy fuck face you?" "Not yet." "Well, it's good to know how to suck hanging upside down. Now, Jason, you stand on this box. And Austin, you'll try hanging first. Once you've got it, we'll switch." I picked up Austin and sat him on my shoulders so his balls were pressed against my mouth. I pretended I was having a little hard time adjusting him up there so I could get a few seconds licking them. "Ok, now hang upside-down, keeping your knees pressed against my shoulders so you don't fall." "I feel your dick behind my head." "Now, Jason, bring the box right up here and stand on it. Perfect. Mouth to cock, cock to mouth. Now, both of you, take the others dick in your mouth. Give it a few sucks to get adjusted to the position. Once you have it, try to take as much in your mouth as you can. Use your tongue and keep your teeth clear of the dick. That's it. And suck on it more. That's why it's caled sucking. Nice. Does that feel good? Now, take one hand and strock the base f his cock as you suck. Then take the other and grab ahold of his butt. If you can find his whole, you can play around with it a little, just don't stck it in too much." After about 5 minutes, I told them to switch. "All the blood is in my head." "Except what's in your hard dick!" They went at it for a few more minutes. "It's a lot of things to think about at once, isn't it? But more than anything, keep in my how amazing it is you have a dick in your mouth. This is a god you are being offered. Worship it with everything in you and you'll be great." I could see them both getting faster and their muscles tighten. "Ok, now, when you cum, keep the dicks in your mouth, but don't swallow. Just keep it in your mouth, ok?" And with that, both boys started to spasm. I brought Jason down and had them face each other. "Now., look into each other's eyes. Think about how you just had his dick erupt with cum in your mouth. Don't you love tasting it? Feeling it in you? Now, slowly, feed your cum back to each other." Both boys embrassed and locked lips, passing cum back and forth." At this point, it's ok to let a little dribble down your chins. Personally, I love to do that." Jason managed to have the perfect trickle run down his chin while Austin let a little too much go at first and some fell on his chest and on the floor. "After a few rounds back and forth, I know you are dying to swallow it, go ahead and slowly take a little with each pass." When they were done, they turned and looked at me, still holding on to one another, "Wow, that was the best yet!" "Now the desert. You get to lick off that last little bit of cum that dribbled down." Immediately, Austin dove for Jason's chin and licked up every drop. Then Jason cleaned off Austin's chin and chest, staying on his nipples a little longer than nessisary." Finally, Ken spoke up, "Well done, boys. Congratulations. You'll get your badges next week, just in time to show them off at the father/son camping trip." They both started screaming with excitement as they threw on their shorts and tee shirts. I asked, "Is this an official uniform?" "Yeah. But as they progress, so does the underware." "My older brother just made leather thong." "As you can see, they are both still at free-balling." The boys started to run out. "Boys, havn't you forgotten something?" Without hesitation, they both ran back to the little puddle of cum on the floor and licked it clean." That's excelent, but I was talking about thanking your coach." Both boys ran to me and gave me a cum-scented kiss. Jason lingered a few seconds, caught up in our swirling tongues, until I pulled him off and gave him a slap on the ass as they ran out. "Well, Mr. Engels, how did I do?" "I'll call back your local troupe and tell them you've got to be a leader. That was amazing. I can't wait to see you next month for our own fun. If you get that kid of yours trained fast, maybe he can join in too."