Date: Thu, 15 Jun 2017 00:38:51 +0000 (UTC) From: jim ford Subject: Gary's Tale chapter one Gary's Tale, chapter oneTrust no one! "dying for sex" should only be an expression, not a result. Use condoms!If reading this is illegal or not allowed in your world, continent, country, state, region, county, city, or home... leave now! If it's forbidden by your religion don't tithe... give that money to Nifty instead.If you are not of legal age to view adult oriented material... go away... now!Gary's Tale is our story. As such it cannot be copied or reposted in any printed or digital medium without our express permission. Respect the copyright. I have posted a few stories on Nifty. As a result I began exchanging emails with several fans. One shared his life experiences with me. We discussed his posting it here. He asked that I do it for him, I obviously agreed. I do not condone nor encourage sex with underage minors. I do feel that I was molested as a five year old and only recently recalled parts of the experience. The perpetrator was my step grandfather. While it definitely affected our relationship. (I didn't spend time alone with him after that. I think he was upset at my reaction.) I have no idea how it affected my youth or my life as an adult. As best I can tell it didn't. I offer Gary's Tale as a `fait accompli'. It is done and so it can be discussed and debated but it cannot be undone. I have corrected a few errors, but have not added a single sentence.Please contribute to Nifty. They make your reading of this and other stories possible. At least, check out their donate link to learn more. Nifty Stories Archive Donation | | | Nifty Stories Archive Donation Donation information for the Nifty Stories Archive | | | You can email me at cyphernone69@gmail.com Gary's Tale chapter one A bit of background may help. I'm nigh on 72 years old and still fuck when I can find a willing hole. I was married at 25 but had been with her since I was 18. She is eight years younger. Yes, that's correct. I was raised in a somewhat isolated farming community away from big towns and cities. Dad was a nudist from way back and he had 11 brothers and two sisters. All of whom lived in the city. Dad made the break when he married mum and began farming up in the hills and valleys behind the city. Growing up I, too, was a nudist right alongside dad when the weather was warm. I was always fascinated by dad's big cock (at that age any cock bigger than 4" was huge to me. LOL). He was totally uncut and had a foreskin that hung down in a point and must have been at least 2' beyond his big mushroom head. When he took a leak out on the farm he simply rolled the skin back down behind the cock head and stuck it under the corona of his cock and pissed with his hands on his hips. Dad had most of my cock skin removed at birth, so now, when flaccid all you see is my pee hole as the skin goes down to it and stops. From an early age dad showed me how to keep my cock clean under the skin by the hands on approach. I should point out, Jim, He didn't do much else with me. I was though, encouraged to play with my cock and that of boys around my age. He told me it was exploring my sexuality and I needed to enjoy it as I grew up. At the time I would have been around 8 or so when he encouraged me to play with my cock and that of my school mates. We always had a much older cousin of mine visit at least two weekends in four. Johnny lived in the city and drove what in those days were called sand trucks. By this time I had two younger sisters. One was three years younger than me and the youngest was two years younger than her. Both were encouraged to run naked on the farm. Mum, as I found out when I was a bit older, wasn't that happy with them being naked all the time but dad insisted and as he was the head of the house hold (things were different back then) she dropped it. Anyway, Johnny would come up on the Friday night and stay until the Sunday afternoon, as he went to the local dance on Saturday night. As we only had three bedrooms, with me in one, the sisters in another and mum and dad in the third one, Johnny was opted, by mum, to sleep with me in my bed. So there I was aged around 8 with Johnny sleeping with me every other weekend. Like dad, me, and my sisters, Johnny loved to be naked. We both slept naked and each time he was in my bed with me he'd spoon me into his big hairy body by wrapping his arms around me and drawing me tight in against him. Yes, Jim, often I would feel something hard and kind of wet against me, but gave no thought about it as it just seemed natural. Once I woke the next morning I'd turn in his arms and face him waiting for him to wake up. Once awake he'd kiss my cheek and we lay there chatting for sometime about nothing as he held me in his arms. For sure, he often woke with a stiff cock but as I'd seen dad's stiff on more than one occasion, I thought nothing about it. Again, I thought it natural, as by then my own cock was always stiff; as were the boys I constantly played with. Often we'd wrestle with me climbing on top of Johnny's hips and sitting on him as I tried to hold his big arms down so he'd not tickle me. Fast forward to me at ten and about four months before my 11th birthday. Up until then it had been the norm for me and my male friends to play with each other. That's all we did. We did learn about masturbating each other till we had dry orgasms. We also checked out the girls around our age and my two sisters were always being checked out. They had no issue with me having a stiff cock all the time and dad was not embarrassed about his stiff cock bouncing around all over the place from time to time. By ten I was wondering why his cock, particularly his long foreskin, was occasionally red and swollen? DOH! Like me, my sisters had also seen Johnny naked and sometimes he's stiffen in front of them much to their obvious pleasure at their giggles. Johnny, as I was to find out shortly, was a few inches longer and thicker than dad's. I remember this time well, Jim, as it was my introduction to an adult world I never knew existed. It was high summer, January, with long hot nights so Johnny and I slept without blankets or a sheet on us. By then it was nothing for me, or him, to chuckle about each other's stiff cock. Johnny had arrived that Friday night after dinner and as he usually did, stayed up chatting with mum and dad about family. I always went to bed, "to warm it" as Johnny called it. Johnny came into the bedroom, took his clothes off and chatted with me about school, kids and the girl friends (which I had no idea what the fuck they were then. LOL.) Once naked Johnny moved me over, got into bed and sliding one arm under me and putting the other over me he dragged me, as he always did, into his body. Being a hot night, as I said, he held me tight and threw his leg over mine and we went off to sleep. Sometime in the middle of the night I had another one of my recently recurring dreams. This time I must have rolled over while in Johnny's arms and the dream started and before I knew it I was having another wet dream. But, this time I was spunking, boy spunk, all over my big cousins hairy belly, cock and balls. I woke up with a start at the vivid sex dream. As I spunked I must have awoken Johnny. He kind of came to, switched on the bedside light and asked me what happened. Then he must have realised his nether region was sticky. He pushed me gently away from him, looked down at himself, looked up at me, and smiling asked me how long had I been having wet dreams. Looking a bit worried, as I wasn't sure what he was talking about, he explained in simple language that I had just spunked over him and asked had I been doing this a lot lately. I admitted I had had about five such dreams and I always woke up flat on my back with my cock stiff and my belly covered in some white, runny stuff that was kind of sticky. Johnny laughed at this and told me. It's Ok kiddo, you are changing from being a boy into being a man and once your spunk becomes thicker and there's a lot more of it you will be able to get one of your girlfriends pregnant. He then hugged and kissed my cheek. I did need to ask my cousin a few things and he quietly explained that I could still pull myself off but now when I did, I'd be spunking like him and my dad. Again I asked the obvious and it was explained that females have what was called periods and when my mum had them, dad couldn't fuck her so he pulled himself off. He went on to explain that if I had ever seen dad's cock with the long cock skin red and swollen then that would be because he's just milked himself. Again, I wasn't slow off the mark for one so naïve. I then asked Johnny if he ever pulled himself off, and if so, was his spunk the same as dad's. He was good enough, Jim, to explain that in general it would be, but, dad may have more spunk than him and Johnny's spunk may be slightly runnier or thicker than dads, or it may be the other way around. Then Johnny shocked me by asking me if I wanted to see his spunk? Well, I guess you know what I told him. I watched enthralled as Johnny began to play with his cock working his skin up and down his cock shaft. He asked me if I'd like to do it for him for a while and see how it feels. He did ask me if I had played with a man's cock yet and when I told him no, he said to hang in as a bloke would get to him eventually so just wait and see what happens. I worked his cock the way he told me to and I can still remember the hardness and the warm skin of it as I pulled on him. After a few minutes Johnny took over and began to pull himself in earnest and I enthralled, sat watching my much older cousin milk himself in front of me. I was kind of sitting between his open legs and I was fascinated at the way his hairy balls bounced around all over the place as Johnny pulled himself off. He must have noticed me checking them out as he asked me if I'd like to play with them while he milked. I reached out and held them in one hand and he said to me to try and roll them around in my hand. If not, he told me, do it to one of his balls at a time. So there we were, me sitting between my cousin's legs as he pulled himself off while I played with his balls. After some time I noticed Johnny getting intense and beginning to buck about and then he told me to watch and to hang onto his balls hard as he was about to spunk. I grabbed his balls in one hand and hung on as his hips bounced up and down and then as if by magic, Johnny was spunking up over his chest and belly. His body hair was covered in thick creamy stuff, which Johnny told me was adult spunk. I was hooked as I watched entranced as Johnny squeezed and pulled on his cock as more of the creamy stuff oozed out. Johnny then shocked me by picking up with his finger some of the stuff sitting on the end of his cock and licked it off. He grinned at me and scooped some of what I now knew was spunk off his body and cleaned it off his fingers by putting them in his mouth. He did this several times and then offered me some. He smiled and told me it tasted great even if a bit salty, but in time when I started to eat my own spunk I'd get to enjoy it. He wasn't wrong. Once he was satisfied I liked the taste of his spunk he let me scoop it up from his hairy chest and belly. Again Johnny shocked me by asking me if I wanted to pull myself off to see my spunk come out. Need he have asked? Johnny had me kneel beside him and watched as I pulled on my cock. He was good enough to give me a few pointers by removing my fingers from my cock and with his, showed me how to get the most pleasure from it by using different pressure and different strokes. While it was only rudimentary at that time, it served to show me that what I thought was cock pulling was baby stuff compared to what Johnny had showed me. When Johnny thought I had had enough instruction for one night he told me to get back to work and to spunk on his chest and belly. As I knelt over him he encouraged me to cover him with my boy spunk so he could taste it. He spoke dirty for some minutes and then without warning I bucked and kind of jumped around on my knees moaning and groaning and thrashing my head from side to side as the magic happened again and I watched fascinated as my runny spunk spurted out over my big hairy cousin. Johnny smiled hugely at me and asked me how it had felt then he put his fingers up and with one hand holding my cock he explained about squeezing the rest of my spunk out. I knelt there between his thighs again as he cleaned my cock for me with his warm fingers then fed it to me and asked if I liked the taste of my own spunk. Before I could answer there was a soft tap on the door. Dad stuck his head in and asked if everything was OK? Johnny told him his only son was now a man and he'd spunked over him to show him. Dad came all the way in and closed the door behind him and bending down kissed the top of my head and did the same to Johnny. He straightened up and asked me if I'd like to see his spunk as well, seeing as how his favourite nephew and his son, had already done it. I just smiled broadly. Dad reached down for his cock and in front of me worked his cock skin back over his cock head and commenced to pull on his cock. As with Johnny, I was fascinated at Dad's big balls bouncing all over the place. Then dad asked me if I wanted to pull his cock for a bit? Knowing Johnny had enjoyed me doing it to him I told dad yes. Dad stepped closer so I had easy access to his cock and as I placed my fingers around his cock shaft he enclosed them with his own big hand and showed me how to pleasure him with my fingers. As Johnny had already shown me how to apply hard and soft pressure on my own cock as well as working just the cock head and skin, I did the same to dad and he smiled encouragingly asking if Johnny had taught me that. I told him, he had and I enjoyed it, like I was doing to him. Dad let go of my fingers and put his hands on his hips, let me work him for a good five minutes or so. Then he told me he'd need to take over as he was getting close to spunking. Hunching over and lowering his knees a bit, Dad then stood directly over Johnny's big hairy chest as he worked his cock much to my delight as his balls were really bouncing about. Johnny picked up one of my hands and put it against dad's balls and told me to hang on to them tight until dad told me to let go. Dad began to buck about and I hung on like grim death, not letting go of his balls and I guess it must have turned him on as he began to moan and pant and give out mewling noises until he bucked violently and out came his thick, creamy spunk. I still hung onto dad's balls like Johnny told me to do but then dad kind of panted and taking deep breaths told me to hang on tight to his balls and pull them down away from his body. He told me to pull down hard on his balls for a minute until he finished spunking. Silly me thought he had given all the spunk he had. But, I watched as it stiffened again and for another minute or two dad worked his cock while I pulled down on his balls and then he began spunking a second time. The whole scene was at that time kind of surreal as once dad asked me to let go of his balls, I realised my cock was stiff and throbbing and Johnny was already pulling himself off again. So without any hesitation I pulled my cock and sure enough some time later I began to spunk. Dad caught it in his hand and when he knew I had finished he raised his hand and drank it. He let me clean his hand when he had finished. Smiling at me dad told me to enjoy myself with Johnny and to stay in bed for as long as I wanted with him. Dad then kissed both of us and went back to bed. I spent three years with Johnny until he found a female who enjoyed anal and promptly married her and went off interstate. I did catch up with him many years later at a family funeral, but he had his wife and about four kids (from memory) in tow. It was during the winter of my 13th year that dad and me got a lot more intimate. But that's for the next email where I'll take myself up to the day I married and the reasons for marrying. Cheers, hugs and tugs Gary That is chapter one. If you have comments, complaints, or want to share your life experiences email me at cyphernone69@gmail.com I respond to all emails and happily ignore all hate mail.