Date: Sat, 7 Apr 2001 22:45:58 -0700
From: Desert Guys <jg.ps@gte.net>
Subject: Thanks Grampa, Chapter 7

Thanks, Grampa
Chapter 7
A short story by Greg Bowden
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Saturday, May 25, 1957

I could hardly wait for school on Monday so I could show off my new
knowledge to Ron. I didn't do it, though, because at the last minute I
realized Ron would want to know how my dad came to tell me the word and I
couldn't figure out any plausible reason. I sure wasn't going to tell him
what my dad and I had been doing together.

I spent a lot of time thinking about what had happened on Saturday, holding
my dad's dick and feeling it grow in my hand. That, and the image of my dad
fucking me, made me jack off at least twice and sometimes three times a
day. It got to be a little joke between us, dad and me. He'd ask me how it
had been every morning at breakfast and I'd pretend I didn't know what he
was talking about. He also put a box of tissues on the floor next to my bed
and told me to use them because my socks were so stiff he had to wash them
twice.

On Saturday he took his shower first so when I went in his room he was
already lying on the bed. His dick wasn't hard but it was puffed up like it
gets when it wants to get hard. Of course mine was stiff as a bone and
tight up against my belly. I'd pretty much gotten over being embarrassed by
that so I was able to go into his room without even carrying my underwear
to hide it.

I surprised both of us when I got on the bed and put my hand on his dick,
without even asking. He grinned at me and I felt it stretch out and go
rigid in my hand. When he was all the way hard I pulled the skin back and
touched that sensitive place just behind the head. Then I surprised both of
us again by licking him there.

"Wow," he said, looking down at me. "That was something." I did it again
and then pulled the skin back over the head and scooted up on the bed so I
could lie next to him. He moved so we touched all the way from our
shoulders to our feet.

I took hold of my own cock, licked my finger and pushed it under the
foreskin, right where I'd licked dad. "You going to tell me about
fell... fella... sucking Uncle Roger?"

"You don't forget anything, do you? And it's 'fellating' but 'sucking' will
do nicely." He pulled the skin back on his dick and held it there, his
fingers in a tight circle at the base. "Yea, I'll tell you about sucking
Roger but there isn't really much to tell. I mean, it isn't like I did it a
lot; just sometimes when Dan wasn't..." He let his skin go and it slowly
crawled up his dick until it mostly covered the head.

"Wasn't what?" My finger felt so good under my foreskin that I had to pull
it out and leave my cock alone for a while. I was already feeling close and
we had hardly started.

"Well, here's how it happened the first time. It was late July and beastly
hot. None of the three of us wore anything to bed when it was like that and
mostly we just slept on top of the bed, without a sheet or anything. Dan
and I were both extra horny for some reason and I guess we didn't let Roger
get deep enough asleep before we started." He was cupping his balls in his
hand, rolling them around in their loose sack. I did the same thing, trying
to leave my cock alone.

"I was lying on my side and Dan was inside me and I guess we just got
carried away and were too noisy. Anyway, suddenly Roger sat up in his bed
and said, 'What the hell's going on over there? It sounds like somebody
getting fucked.' He flipped on the lights and there we were. I mean, we
couldn't very well hide it. 'Well, well, well,' he said, getting out of bed
and coming over to us. 'I guess somebody IS getting fucked.'" He stopped
and pulled hard on his balls."

"Were you scared?" I sure was, that time Wes and I were "interrupted".

"I guess we were. To tell the truth, I don't really remember. What I do
remember is looking at Roger standing over us and his cock getting hard,
sticking straight out at us." He let go of his balls and started playing
with his dick. I touched mine but I was still too close to do anything with
it.

"Roger asked Dan if it was any good and Dan said yes, it was. Roger then
asked if he could do it when Dan was finished. You know," he smiled at me,
"they were talking about it as though I wasn't even there. Dan finally did
give me a little hug and ask if it was okay for Roger to do it too." He
laughed. "Dan never called it what it was, he always said things like
'doing it' or 'getting in'. He loved to do it but he could never say
it. Anyway, Dan went to pumping his cock in me while Roger watched. After a
little while Roger moved in really close and knelt down on the bed by my
head. He didn't say anything, he just rubbed his cock across my lips a
couple of times and then pushed until I started sucking on it. He said
something about getting him ready but he really just liked having his cock
sucked. He wouldn't come that way, though. It was always a preliminary to
fucking."

He let go of his dick and went to rubbing his hands over his chest and
belly. "You know something son? I've never told any of this to anyone
except... Well, that's maybe later. What I mean is, just telling you all
this is bringing me so close to coming. I can't even touch my dick." He
looked down at my dick and then gave me that grin I love so much. "Looks
like you might be in the same condition."

"Yea. I am. I'm just so close. It... It's hard to concentrate on anything
but what's going on in my cock."

"You want to let go? Finish the story after?"

There wasn't much choice. Everything in my body told me I was going to come
very soon, no matter what. "Can I hold your balls while you come?"

He ignored my syntax. "Sure. Here," he moved slightly and spread his
legs. I sat up and took his balls in my hand. They were hot and pulled up
close to his body. He didn't even touch his dick; as soon as I took hold of
his balls he arched his back and started shooting cum across his belly to
his chest. He groaned and sucked in his breath and just kept shooting, his
balls bouncing around in my hand.

When he was finished, while he was still breathing hard, he wiped up his
cum with his hand, pushed me back on the bed and smeared it over my cock. I
instantly let go in his hand and he jacked me, making it last. When I was
finished he rubbed the cum around on my chest and then on his.

He sighed and lay back on his pillow, wiping the last of the cum on his
dick. "Do you mind?" he asked. "I... I like the smell of it, after."

I looked at his dick which was slowly shrinking up, the head now completely
covered with it's skin. I breathed in deeply. "No. I guess I like it
too. At least, I like it when it's ours, mixed together." I didn't have to
look to know that my dick was still standing out from my belly. It would
probably stay that way for a while, even if I jacked off again. I saw that
dad was looking at it and I shrugged.

We lay together on the bed, legs and arms touching, for a while. I enjoyed
that, but finally I wanted to hear the rest of the story more. I asked him
if he was going to fall asleep or if he was going to continue the story.

"Okay, okay. Where were we?"

"Uncle Dan was... uh, fucking you and you were sucking on Uncle Roger."

"Oh yea. Well, Dan came, watching over my shoulder where Roger was getting
sucked. When he pulled out Roger rolled me onto my belly and spread my
legs. He was a little bigger than Dan, thicker, and I asked him to go slow
but he didn't pay much attention. He just pushed it in and started
fucking. I remember Dan standing beside the bed, watching and playing with
his balls. 'Geeze, kid,' Roger said to him, 'doesn't that thing ever go
soft?' Dan just smiled and didn't say anything."

Dad was getting hard again and he reached down and took it in his hand. We
were both still sticky from the cum and I could see he liked it, playing
with it that way. I did the same and I was right. It felt good playing with
a sticky cock.

"It hurt just a little when Roger went in but pretty soon it got to feeling
really good. He didn't take long and I was kind of sorry when he came
because he just pulled out, wiped himself on a rag and went back to
bed. Dan turned the lights off and got in bed next to me. He whispered in
my ear, asking if we could do it again. I rolled onto my side and he pushed
back inside me. When he started fucking me Roger mumbled something about
guys who couldn't get enough and told us to keep the noise down."

We both started jacking on our dicks but doing it slowly so it would last.

"Did he fuck you again? Did he fuck Uncle Dan?"

Dad grinned. "Yes to the first, no to the last. Dan didn't much like
getting fucked and only let me do it a few times, mostly when I threatened
to stop letting him do it to me. There's no way he'd let Roger fuck him. He
did suck on Roger a couple of times, while he was in me and Roger was
waiting for a turn, but that's about it. Roger, on the other hand, never
did anything but fuck me and get sucked. He said we could do what we wanted
but there was no way he was going to do any of that other stuff." He looked
over at me. "Kind of like Ron, or so it seems."

I thought about that for a minute. "Yea, I think you're right. Except, Ron
does like to play with my cock a lot. He just doesn't much like it stuck in
him anywhere."

"It's the foreskin, son. Guys without it are always fascinated by it. I
think it's that they realize they're missing something. But it doesn't mean
they necessarily want it in their mouths or asses."

We were both jacking a little faster and it felt so good. Better than the
first time because I didn't have to worry so much about shooting off before
I wanted to. "How long did you guys do this?"

"You mean have sex together? Well, let's see. Dan and I still do it once in
a while, maybe a couple of times a year. Roger? He quit right after his
girlfriend began putting out for him, so it was maybe a year or a little
longer." He thought for a minute, watching me jacking my dick and then
added, "I guess that was a couple of months after your grandfather caught
us at it."

I dropped my cock like it had bitten me. "Grampa? Grampa caught you? Doing
it?"

"Yea, he kind of did. It was in the summer and we were all three naked on
the bed. Both of my brothers were in me, Dan fucking me and Roger with his
dick in my mouth. Changed my life." He stopped jacking his dick and
groaned. "You know what, son? I'm right on the edge. You want to help me or
shall I go it alone?"

I didn't even think about it. I swung around on the bed and took his dick
in my mouth, sucking it in as far as I could get it. He put his hands on my
head, stroking my hair and let go. It was his second time but he shot out a
lot of cum, enough so I had to swallow fast to keep from choking. Every
time he shot he groaned, "Oh, yea!" and arched his back, pushing his dick
further into my mouth. Then I started, without even touching myself. I shot
off all over the bed and his leg.

When it was over for both of us I sucked his foreskin up, over the head and
waited, wanting to feel his dick go soft. He read my mind and messed up my
hair with his hand. "It's not going to happen, son. Not so long as it's in
your mouth." He lifted me off his dick and laid me back on the bed, next to
him.

Finally I couldn't stand it. "What happened when Grampa caught you?"

He sighed and looked over at me. "I tell you what, let's leave that for
next week, okay?"

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To be continued.
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