Date: Tue, 20 Mar 2001 23:32:17 -0800
From: Desert Guys <jg.ps@gte.net>
Subject: Thanks, Grampa, Chapter four

Thanks, Grampa
A short story by Greg Bowden
jg.ps@gte.net
Saturday, May 4, 1957

The whole next week I jacked off to the picture of my dad and my Uncle Dan
in bed, Uncle Dan showing dad how to do it. As the week went on, though,
Uncle Dan kind of got replaced my me and I was the one with the hand on my
dad's dick, jacking him off.

On Saturday I went into his room naked. My cock was up hard, almost against
my stomach and I was embarrassed but I did it. Dad's bed was empty but I
heard the shower shut off so I knew he'd be there in a minute. I climbed on
the bed but I kept my hands at my sides.

"Hi there," dad said coming out of the bathroom. "Looks like you're ready."
He hefted his dick and winked at me. "Give me about ten seconds. Us old
guys take longer to get it up."

"Aw, dad..." I started to say he wasn't old but then I realized it was a
joke. Besides, by the time he got on the bed he was as hard as I was.

"I guess now I get to hear about you and Ron, huh?"

I kept looking at his dick and remembering what I'd thought about all
week. "No, no.  You got to finish. What happened after he... uh, brought
you off?"

"Oh, boy." Dad looked at me. "You sure you want to hear all this?"

I nodded.

"Well, okay. Let's see. When I started to shoot off in my brother's hand he
didn't stop, he just kept on stroking it until I had to take his hand away
because the head was getting too sensitive. Then I laid back in total
awe. Remember this was the first orgasm I'd ever had and it completely did
me in. I had no idea anything could feel so good." He took his dick in his
hand and stroked it a couple of times. "I guess I've had better since but
I'll always remember that first one."

"So what then? Did he let you watch him jack off?"

"Not exactly. He put my hand on his dick and said, 'Now you do it to me.'"
He looked over at me and raised one eyebrow. "You here for story telling or
jacking off?"

I let my hand slide over my cock and down, onto my balls. "Both, I guess,"
I said. "But I'm afraid of shooting off too soon so I'm trying to keep my
hands away for a while."

He smiled and said, "I know what you mean. And I didn't get to do it this
morning like you did so I have to be doubly careful." He tugged on his
balls a couple of times and went on, ignoring my red face. "He had to show
me how to hold him, where touching felt best but after that I just began
stroking his cock. I guess it felt as good to him as it had to me because I
remember he took my hand and made me slow down. It still didn't take very
long. When he came I didn't know how to control it and he came all over
both of us.  When it was all over he let me hold on to him until he went
soft and then he wiped us both clean with a rag he had under the bed. Then
we rolled over and went to sleep. At least he did. I laid there for a long
time thinking about what had happened and how it had been. Then I did it
again, all by myself, and it felt almost as good as it had the first time."

"So you came twice that night?"

"And three times more in the back of the barn the next day." He took his
dick in his hand and gave it a couple of good strokes. "Now tell me about
you and Ron."

"Well..." This was not going to be easy. I'd never, ever, told anyone
about learning to jack off with Ron and now I was supposed to tell my dad?
And what about the rest of it, was I going to tell him about that, too?
Then it occurred to me that dad had probably never told anyone about that
time with his brother, either, but he'd told me. And they'd done it to each
other the very first time. I took a deep breath and held on to my cock.

"Well, I guess I told you that I found that sex book behind the
encyclopedia. I read some of it but a lot of it didn't make much sense. I
told Ron about it the next day and he came over after school to see it. You
were at work so we had lots of time to check it out. At first we just tried
to look things up in the index but we didn't know the right words for most
of them. Then Ron came up with masturbation. There was a whole chapter on
that."

Dad looked at me and smiled. "I know. I chose it mainly for that
chapter. Since you weren't talking to me much then I figured that book
might give you some of the stuff you needed to know." He was holding his
dick in one hand and his balls in the other, not doing anything, just
holding them. I looked down and saw I had gone soft so I took hold of my
cock and held it in my fist just like he was doing.

"We read through the whole chapter and when we were through Ron asked me if
I wanted to try it. I said yes so we took off our pants and shorts and
started playing with ourselves. We both got hard really fast and Ron
started stroking on his cock but he said it didn't feel all that good. I
remembered what it said in the book and told him he probably needed some
lubricant or something. I went and got some oil out of the kitchen and when
he spread some over his cock he said it felt a lot better." My cock was
getting hard in my hand with thinking about that first time. I looked at
dad and he was slowly working his dick up and down. I did the same, in time
with his strokes.

"And?"

"Well, I started doing it too but without the oil. I didn't need it with
all this extra skin. It felt better and better the more I did it and I
could tell Ron was feeling the same things I was. We just went on and on,
up and down our cocks until suddenly I knew something was going to
happen. I didn't know what and that scared me a little but I couldn't stop.
Then I came and it was like something inside me exploded and all this white
stuff shot out of my cock. When it happened to Ron he shot even more than I
did." The slow stroking on my cock was making it feel wonderful and I
thought how much better this was than racing up to coming.

"Did you go back to the book and figure out what had happened?"

"Yea, we did." I laughed. "Reading that chapter after we'd done it made a
lot more sense than it did the first time. I put the book back after Ron
went home and then did it again. It was even better that time. I did it in
bed that night, too."

He laughed. "I know what you mean. When you first learn to masturbate it's
difficult not to do it all the time." He thought for a minute, still slowly
stroking his dick. "I take it Ron is circumcised since he needed some oil
to do it comfortably."

"Or spit. He can do okay with spit or hand lotion." I giggled a little.

"I know. His mother thinks he must have the driest skin on the planet the
way he goes through lotion. Oh well, at least he won't have to worry about
dry, rough skin on his dick." He took his balls in his hand and tugged on
them for a minute. "You like not being circumcised? The doctor told me
you'd be kidded about it in the locker room in school but I still wouldn't
let him do it." He laughed and pulled his foreskin up, over the head of his
dick and held it there. "I'd had too much fun with mine to let them cut
yours off."

I did the same thing he was doing and it looked to me like maybe I had a
little more skin than he did. "Yea, I like it fine. There's three or four
of us and even Coach Jameson has skin." I let my foreskin slip back on my
cock and then began stroking it over the head.  "You know what?"

"No, I don't know what." My dad was watching me and began mimicking me.

"Well, I think Ron envies me. That he has to be circumcised and I'm not."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because he sure likes to play with it." It just came out before I could
stop it but my cool dad came through.

"Most guys like something they don't have. You like to play with his?"

I tried to figure out how to answer that but the truth was the only thing
that came to mind.  "Sometimes. It... It kind of feels good in my hand,
especially when it's growing. And it's so smooth."

"I imagine that's the hand lotion working. You guys jack each other off?"
He was stroking his dick faster and I wondered if he was picturing Ron and
me, playing around together.

"Yea. Sometimes." That was the truth because sometimes we did other stuff I
wasn't ready to talk about.

"Good for you. Every man needs a jack off buddy." His hand was moving
faster on his dick.

"Dad? You going to come?"

"I think so, son. I don't seem to be able to control it any more. You
coming with me?"

I could only nod because suddenly I was out of control too. Dad arched his
back and let go with his first two shots which he aimed right at me. I let
go right after that and my first one hit him on the chin. The rest went on
his chest and arm.

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To be continued.

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