Date: Mon, 23 Apr 2001 17:30:23 -0700
From: Desert Guys <jg.ps@gte.net>
Subject: Thanks, Grampa  Chapter 8

Thanks, Grampa
Chapter 8
A short story by Greg Bowden
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Saturday, June 1, 1957

It was a hard week. School was coming to an end and summer vacation would
start in a week. That meant exams and studying which kept my mind off what
dad had told me. Not that I didn't think about it. Oh, no, I thought about
it a lot and I wanted to know what happened. But I had to get through that
mess known as the end of the school year first.

One thing that happened was I only got to jack off once a day, usually just
before I got up in the morning. I was too sleepy when I finally got to bed
at night and there wasn't time during the day. The other thing was that I
never lost the feel of my dad's dick in my mouth. Any time, no matter what
I was doing or where I was, I could always bring back what it felt like,
sucking on his dick, just before he came.

The really strange thing was that when I did get to jack off I didn't think
much about what my dad had done or picture him sucking on Uncle Roger while
Uncle Dan fucked him. I didn't even think much about sucking his dick. What
I did do was jack off for the sheer pleasure of it. It just felt so good,
playing with my cock and holding back until I couldn't any more and then
shooting all over my chest. I always rubbed it over my skin and left it
there, enjoying the smell until I got in the shower.

But mostly I studied.

It was all over on Friday and after our Chemistry final I think Ron wanted
to come home with me and get his cock sucked. I told him my dad might be
home and he decided it could wait until the next week, when dad would be at
work. I went home and for the first time in a week jacked off in the
afternoon. I went to bed right after dinner and didn't get up until nearly
ten the next morning.

After I'd eaten, dad gave me that grin and said he was going to take a
shower. I told him to hurry and not to use up all the hot water. I went
into his bedroom as soon as I had dried off from my shower and found him
lying on his bed, his hands behind his head. He looked at my crotch and
said, "We can do this later. Or tomorrow if you like."

I hadn't any idea what he was talking about until I looked down at
myself. My cock was soft and hanging down over my balls. I glanced at his
crotch and said, "Oh, no. I'm fine. I just took a lesson from you, that's
all."

"Well, then, I guess I'll take a lesson from you, too." I didn't know what
he meant until I laid down next to him and he sat up and took my cock in
his hand. I felt an incredible jolt of pleasure run through me and my cock
went hard in record time.

"Amazing how this works, isn't it?" he said, moving my foreskin back and
forth across the head of my cock. "You take a guy in hand and Bingo! He's
hard as a rock." He pulled the skin all the way down and then bent over and
kissed the head of my cock. "Nice," he said as he lay back on the bed.

"Now then, what were we talking about?"

I could hardly talk. I was still feeling the touch of his lips on the head
of my cock. "Grampa. Catching you," I stammered.

"Oh, yea. Grampa. Well, it was a very hot night we'd been playing around
for a while. Lets see... Dan was fucking me, I think for the second time. I
was lying on my stomach with my head in Roger's crotch so I didn't see dad
come in. I knew something had happened though because all of a sudden Dan
went rigid and Roger grabbed my head and held it still. I pulled off him
and looked up into my dad's face." He stopped and looked over at me. "I can
tell you, son, that was quite an experience."

"What did he do?" I took hold of my cock, not to play with it, more like to
protect it or something.

"He was very calm about it. He looked me straight in the eye for a
moment--I'll never forget that look, those dark blue eyes staring into
mine--and he said, 'You alright son?' I held his eyes and said, 'Yes,
sir. I'm fine.' His eyes stayed on mine for a long time and then he
smiled. 'You boys try to make a little less noise, will you? And don't be
up all night. There's chores to be done in the morning.' Then he went out
and closed the door."

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. "And he just left you like
that? The three of you?"

"Yea. And I can tell you, we weren't making any more noise. I think all
three of us were stunned by it. Finally Dan said, 'Oh, God, I thought he
was going to kill us.' It was the first time--and the last--I ever heard
Dan swear. Roger, on the other hand, said, 'Shit, I thought he'd do a hell
of a lot worse than that.' But you know what, son?"

I shook my head and watched him take his dick in his hand and start to jack
on it slowly.

"It wasn't ten minutes later that we were back at it. Dan was pumping away
in me and Roger was moaning softly and pushing his cock deeper into my
mouth. Dan came and Roger took his place and then, when Roger was through
they turned me over and jacked me off--together. It was the only time Roger
ever helped do that."

I started jacking my cock, too. "And that was it? Grampa never said
anything about it?"

"Oh, yea, he did. That was the part that changed my life." He reached out
and put his hand flat on my belly; he didn't move it around, he just rested
it there. "Son, the rest of this applies to me, not you. I mean, I don't
mean to suggest anything by it. Okay?"

I didn't have any idea what he was trying to tell me but I agreed anyway. I
wanted to hear the rest of the story.

"The next day, after lunch and before afternoon chores, dad caught me and
asked me to take a little walk with him. He said he needed to check the
spring box up the creek and would like me to go along for the company. As
we walked along he put his arm around my shoulders and kind of hugged
me. He didn't usually do stuff like that and it felt so good to me, being
close to my dad and feeling his affection for me. About half way to the
creek he stopped and looked at me. 'Son,' he said, 'I got to ask you this
and I don't want you to be embarrassed or scared or anything. Just tell me
the truth, either way, and I promise nothing will happen to you.'"

Dad rubbed his hand over my belly for a minute and then took hold of his
dick. "What he asked me was if I minded what my brothers had been doing to
me. I told him it was okay and I even kind of liked it. Then he wanted to
know if they asked me before doing any of that stuff and if I said no would
they force me to do it anyway. I told him it had never happened that I
didn't want to do it but I figured that if I did say no they would just go
back to bed and jack off." He looked over at me and grinned. "Your Grampa
was a very smart man."

"So he just let it go at that? That they would quit if you said no?"

"I told you your Grampa was a very smart man. He then asked me if I would
be able to say no to them. Say I was not feeling good or had a lot on my
mind. Would I be able to say no and go about my own business? I had to
think about it for a bit while we walked along and I came to the conclusion
that I could say no, no matter how good it felt doing it. He smiled at me
when I told him that and he hugged me closer. 'You're a good kid,' he said
and I felt about ten feet tall."

He paused for so long I thought that was the end of the story but after a
while he sighed and went on. "When we got to the creek we checked the
spring box and he asked me if I wanted to go for a swim. I said yes so we
walked a hundred yards or so down stream to a pool my brothers and I often
swam in. Dad took off his shirt and boots and when he started to unbuckle
his pants I realized I'd never seen him naked before. Not one time in
fourteen years. 'If you're going to swim you'd better get out of those
jeans,' he said when he realized I was just standing there, watching him. I
pulled my boots off and my shirt and by the time I got to my pants he was
already in the water."

"How did he look? I mean, did he have..."

"I didn't see it then. He had his back turned when he pulled his pants off
and then he just ran into the water."

"But you did..."

"Yea. We swam around for a while and then got out and laid on the grass to
dry off. The water was pretty cool and we were both shrunk up some but his
was still big and smooth looking, like yours." He reached over and put his
hand on mine, the one that was jacking my cock. I let go and he took my
cock in his hand, just holding it, maybe measuring it against his
memory. "You two are very much alike," he said, laying my cock back on my
belly.

"It's okay," I said. "You can hold it." He took it back in his hand, not
jacking it or playing with it, just holding it.

"Laying there in the sun with him I somehow I saw him differently. I don't
know, like I saw him in dreams sometimes or... I don't know. I did know
that it wasn't going to be long before I got a hard-on. Finally I heard
myself say, 'I could say no to you, dad. If you asked me and I didn't want
to.' I don't know where it came from and I don't know how I ever had the
courage to say it but I did."

He'd let his dick go and I reached over and took it in my hand. I held it,
just the way he was holding mine. When I spoke it was nearly a
whisper. "What did he do when you said that?"

"He rolled up on his side and fixed me with those dark blue eyes of his and
said, 'Even if I am your dad? You could still say no?' I guess I nodded or
something because he reached out and put his hand on my chest and then
asked me if I wanted him to ask me. I nodded again and realized his dick
was beginning to get hard."

"How about you? Were you..." I squeezed his dick gently.

"Oh, yea. I was as hard as I think I'd ever been. I didn't even try and
hide it. He did, for a little while anyway. He sat up and leaned his back
against a tree. He held out his arms and said, 'Son, would you let me go
inside you?' I walked on my knees over to him and sat on his thighs, facing
him. I don't remember answering him but I must have because he wrapped his
arms around me and pulled me tight against him. The rest of that time is a
little blurry and I don't know where the grease came from but there was
some and then I was slowly taking him inside me, sitting on him."

He moved my hand off his dick and put it on his balls. "Not yet," he said
and I could hear the excitement in his voice.

"He felt huge going in and I wondered if I could take it all but I did. He
was so gentle about it and when I finally had it all we didn't move for a
long time. Then he leaned in and kissed me. I remember he tasted of tobacco
and peppermint and kissing him made me come. I actually thought I might die
of the pleasure of it all." His dick flexed as though he was going to come
but he didn't. He just lay still and stared at the ceiling for a moment.

"When it was over I was embarrassed because I had shot cum all over his
chest and it was dripping down between us. I moved to wipe it off and he
hugged me tight against him, getting it on me, too. 'Don't move, son. Just
let it happen.' He kissed me again and I felt him shiver. He sucked the air
out of my lungs and then breathed it back in and then did it again and
again. I was dizzy when he broke the kiss and we both sucked fresh air into
our lungs. Then he went rigid and I felt him let go inside me. He must have
shot ten times or more up there and when he quit he looked into my eyes and
said, 'Dear God, I've never come off like that, never in my life.'"

"We stayed that way for a long time, our arms around each other and him
inside me, my head resting on his shoulder. Then he began to touch me,
moving his hands over my back, down to my ass and up, across my chest and
belly. I did the same to him and he showed me, on me, where it felt best on
him. He played with my nipples which I hadn't known were so sensitive and
he groaned when I played with his. We were both hard the whole time and
when I squeezed his nipples hard he jerked back and began humping his dick
in me. I tried to help by moving up and down on him and he helped me by
sliding his hands under and lifting. I remember we did that for what seemed
a long time."

He squeezed my dick and I had to take his hand off it so I wouldn't
come. He took my balls and closed his fingers over them, holding them in
the warmth of his hand.

"I came first again, without either of us touching my cock. It just
happened and it made me dizzy it felt so good. I was holding him, kissing
him, when he came and I felt it all over his body, from his dick to his
tongue."

He paused for half a second or so and then said, "I can't take any more of
this." He swung around on the bed and took my cock in his mouth. I grabbed
his dick and we both came immediately, me in his mouth and him in my
hand. It lasted a long time for both of us. Afterward, when I'd stopped
shooting, he lay his head on my thigh with my cock resting in his mouth. I
rubbed his cum over my chest and then wriggled around so I could take his
dick in my mouth. I knew he was very sensitive so I just took it in and let
it rest against my tongue.

After a long time, by some sort of unspoken--but well understood--consent,
we began to play. I slid my tongue under his foreskin and wiped it around
the head of his dick. I loved the way that felt, my tongue enclosed in his
skin, moving over that smoothness of the head. I loved it even more when he
did it to me. Then he sucked in his cheeks, holding my cock tightly in his
mouth and slowly pulled my foreskin back with his hand, sliding it back
until the head was completely uncovered. The feel of his tongue on that
place just under the head sent chills and fire all through my body. When I
did the same thing to him he growled deep in his throat and after three or
four times he gently lifted my head off his dick because he was close to
coming again. He let me suck on his balls while he cooled down and I loved
the feel of them in my mouth.

We played until we couldn't hold back anymore and then came in each other's
mouths at the same time. When we were spent he put his arms around me and
pulled me close, fitting his body against mine so I could feel his chest
hair against my back and his dick against my buns. We fell asleep that way
and had a long afternoon's nap.

When I woke I was on my back and dad was on his side, his head in his hand,
looking at me. "What?" I said and he smiled.

"Oh, I was just thinking what a good looking kid you are, that's all."

I reached out for his dick.

"Oh, no," he said and scooted away across the bed.

"Why not?" I glanced down at myself and saw that I was getting hard.

"Well for one thing, you need a shower. We both do." He wrinkled his nose
and sniffed. "We both smell to high heaven."

I sniffed and he was right. We smelled of cum and saliva and something else
I couldn't define. I later figured out that it was sex; the smell of
sex. "Well, okay but I still have a bunch of questions about you and
Grampa. Like, did you..."

"Very sneaky, son, but it won't work. You're not going to get me started
again with that. We'll save your questions for next week." He held up his
hand. "I know, school's out and all that but I have to work next week, even
if you don't." He patted me on the chest and stood up. "Same time, same,
uh... bed. Now go take a shower."

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To be continued.
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