Date: Sun, 30 Sep 2007 20:28:20 -0500 From: Morris Henderson Subject: Grandson's Education - Part 4 NOTE: If you are offended by descriptions of sexual activities between a man and a boy who are related or if it is illegal for you to read such material, leave now. Chapter 10 -- New Site, New Sight Just before the rains came, Jerry pulled into a Wal-Mart parking lot and said, "There's a few things we need to get." Kevin, who had been quietly relaxing but lost in his own thoughts of the dramatic turn of events in his life and in speculation on what the his future might be, said nothing but walked into the store with his grandfather. Jerry led Kevin first to the boys clothing area and found a display of swim trunks. "No more skinny dipping," he whispered to Kevin. "You'll need something to wear in the pool at the resort. I've got mine in my duffle bag but I need to get a couple of other things. Pick one out that you like. I'll be right back." Kevin was puzzled that they didn't stay together but busied himself looking through the assortment of swimming suits. Jerry, meanwhile, walked to the Pharmacy department. He wanted to get some condoms and KY because he anticipated that Kevin would want to engage in some really serious exploration of intimacy and he had certainly not prepared for such a development when he packed his things. He paid for them at the Pharmacy department so he could put them in a bag out of sight. He wanted to avoid Kevin's embarrassing questions as they checked out. Returning to the boys department, he found Kevin had made his selection. "Like 'em?" Kevin asked. "Yes, and they'll look even better with you in them," Jerry grinned. Kevin grinned back but then said, "Condition one." "Huh?" It took a moment for Jerry to realize that he had said something suspicious and that it might have been overheard. "Oh, you're absolutely right. My bad." While Jerry regretted his lapse of judgement, he added, "Thanks. I'm glad you remembered what I said. And I'm proud of you." "What did you get?" Kevin asked innocently. "Just some stuff we might need," Jerry replied. "Shall we check out and be on our way before the rain starts?" By the time they reached the resort, the rain storm had passed on toward the east. Jerry was tense from driving through the rain that would occasionally severly diminish visibility of the road ahead. His eyes were strained, his shoulders and back were sore, and he was more than grateful to arrive at the resort safely. As they approached the main lodge, Kevin exclaimed, "Wow!" upon seeing the massive, rustic building with individual cabins stretching down a side road into the woods. As they walked through the lobby toward the registration desk, Kevin caught sight of the large indoor swimming pool on the other side of a glass wall at the rear of the lodge building and remarked, "That's bigger than the pool at the Y! Look! It even has two diving boards!" "You can try out your new swim trunks as soon as we get settled in," Jerry said. "I can? Don't you mean we can?" "No, I'm going to soak in the hot tub for a while. I need to unwind from the drive and relax some sore muscles." "They have a hot tub?" Kevin exclaimed. "Way cool!" "How could a hot tub be cool?" Jerry asked with a grin. "You know what I mean," Kevin replied indignantly. The reservation clerk had them booked into Cabin 3, near the lodge building but Jerry asked if there was one further into the woods, near the trailhead. "Are you sure?" the clerk asked. "Most guests prefer to be the near the lodge and this one just came open." "Quite sure," Jerry replied without explaining his reasoning. "But sir," the clerk responded in a polite but somewhat officious tone, "there's only one large bed in that cabin." "That's okay," Jerry replied. Then, to make a point, he added, "I'm sure my grandson and I will find it acceptable." Perhaps, Jerry thought, he had put just a little too much emphasis on 'grandson' but the clerk gave no sign of recognizing it. It was a long walk to Cabin 37 from the Lodge parking lot but the cabin was very much to Jerry's liking -- away from the bustle of the Lodge, almost totally surrounded by trees, and an acceptable compromise between hotel-like comfort and the seclusion of nature's beauty. There was no TV in the cabin, only a radio. There was no tub in the bathroom, only a small shower stall. The furniture was spartan at best but the bed was queen-sized and would be, they both thought without comment, a primary focus for their enjoyment. "Ah, here they are," Jerry said as he retrieved his swimming trunks from his duffle bag. "I'm going to the hot tub right away. What do you want to do?" Kevin alternated his looks between the bed and Jerry with a wicked grin. "Not now, you horny toad," Jerry laughed. Kevin pouted but mostly for show and said, "I guess I'll try the pool." With that, he pulled his new swimming trunks out of the shopping bag and started to strip. He was just ready to put on his trunks when Jerry commanded, "Stop right there, young man!" The forcefullness of his grandfather's voice caught Kevin by surprise and he just stood and stared at Jerry wondering what was wrong. "You're beautiful," Jerry exclaimed quietly as he admired Kevin's youthful body. "There's not a single thing about you that I would want to change." Kevin almost blushed at the compliment but turned around slowly to give his grandpa a longer, better view. "I know one thing you would like to change," he said. "No. Kevin. Not a single thing." "I'll betcha!" he dared. Grabbing his cock and waving it at Jerry, he said, "I'll betcha you'd like to change this from soft to hard." "You're right, Kevin, I would. But later. I'll make it hard and then do what it takes to make it go soft again." Both then laughed. Kevin knew by now not to challenge his grandpa's reluctance to have sex but also knew that there would be ample opportunity later. Therefore, he pulled up his swim trunks and sat on the bed to lustfully watch his grandpa undress, still amazed at the sight of a real naked man and at his good fortune to not only see it but to finally experience what he craved for so long. They walked to the lodge wearing their swim trunks and shoes with a towel draped over their shoulders. Jerry directed Kevin to the back of the Lodge where they used a rear entrance to go into the pool area. Jerry said, "I'll be over there," pointing to the hot tub near the shallow end of the pool. Kevin walked toward the two diving boards at the far end. Jerry sank gratefully into the soothing hot water of the hot tub but positioned himself so that he could watch his grandson enjoy the pool. Jerry had watched Kevin compete in several swim meets and had joined him at the pool in the Y several times but he now saw his grandson with new eyes. He was no longer a little boy; he was a young adult. He had outgrown the awkwardness that accompanies a young teen's growth spurt and was now fully in control of his body as he dove and swam. Thoughts of their illicit relationship only magnified Jerry's new perception of Kevin. Only a few days ago, he was a handsome teenager. Now, however, Jerry saw him as something quite different: a perfectly erotic young man. In fact, Jerry thought enviously, there was a grace to his movements that had escaped his notice to this point. Was his love for and pride in his grandson distorting his perception? Or was he now simply paying more attention because of what was going on between them? Probably a little of both but even an unbiased observer, Jerry concluded, would admire Kevin. Surely the girls and some of the boys at school would take particular notice of how attractive he was. That thought reminded Jerry of Condition Three and he dreaded the end of their vacation together. Jerry then had to consciously remind himself that the relationship must end. It was the best thing he could do for Kevin. Twenty minutes later, Jerry joined Kevin in the pool. They swam and dove. They splashed and dunked each other. Jerry was acting almost like a teenager, frivolous, laughing, and enjoying himself immensely. Since there were several other guests in the pool, they refrained from grab-assing and coping a feel although both were tempted. Nearly an hour later, they both soaked in the hot tub. Kevin was enthusing about what a great time he had had in the pool. Since no one was nearby, Jerry bent over and whispered inconspicuously in Kevin's ear, "Was it the best time you've had so far?" Kevin grinned and whispered back, "Second best. You should have known that." "Just wait. There's more fun and adventure ahead of us." Kevin flashed a wicked grin, thinking about the bed back in the cabin, and was surprised and disappointed to hear Jerry say, "While we're here, we can go hiking, horseback riding ... they even have a tennis court and we can rent some rackets. What would you like to do?" Kevin recognized the teasing and said, "All that." Then, with a grin, he added conspiratorily, "And more." Kevin then got out of the hot tub and headed for the pool again. Jerry followed but chose to sit in a deck chair at the side of the pool and admire his grandson. Once again, it was as if he was watching somebody he had never seen before, somebody whose personality, intellect, and body was the epitome of male perfection, somebody whose life lay before him with the promise of decades of achievement and satisfaction yet the threat of suffering from irrational discrimination. Jerry renewed his resolve to prepare his grandson for both. Chapter 11 -- The Devil in the Details They returned to their cabin just before 7:00 in the evening. Their time at the swimming pool had renewed their energy more than made them tired. As they got out of their wet swim trunks, Kevin once again studied his grandfather's body while hoping that he would be as fit and attractive at 54. He briefly considered suggesting relaxing in bed for a while, even though he was not tired, because it might lead to more than relaxation. However, he didn't want to appear, again, as too eager for sex. At least for a while, he would let his grandpa take the lead. Perhaps more to the point, he was hungry. Very hungry. As only a teenage boy can be. Jerry was also hungry and suggested that they go back to the Lodge for dinner. "Roughing it in the woods is fun," he said, "but there's a lot to be said for sitting at a table and having a good meal. You did pack your suit and tie, didn't you?" Kevin was only momentarily taken aback at the thought of formal attire just to eat dinner but then recognized that he was being teased. "The only suit I have is my birthday suit," he shot back with a grin. "Will they let me in that way?" "I guess not," Jerry mused. "Besides, I don't want most of the women and a few of the men leering at you. Just put on some clothes -- anything will do. This is a resort in the woods and everything is casual." Over dinner, they agreed that the next day would be spent hiking at least some of the trails through the surrounding forest and hills. The following day, they would try horseback riding. Kevin also wanted to swim more so they would carve out time for that. "Anything else you want to do?" Jerry asked. Kevin showed his trademark wicked grin but Jerry ignored it and added, "There's a room full of video and arcade games over there. Maybe we could spend some time in there. Or we could play some tennis." Kevin, whose mind had been frequently returning to the chance to have sex, scowled at Jerry. He knew that his grandpa knew what he wanted to do but was teasing him again. "All of that sounds fun," he said, He looked around at the guests in nearby tables before carefully wording his reply. "As long as I'm with you, I'm happy." Jerry immediately recognized Kevin's real meaning but had another purpose for appearing to remain ignorant. "We're together now. So you're happy now?" "Yes," Kevin replied, becoming somewhat frustrated at his grandpa's continuing to evade what was in his mind and must surely be in his grandpa's mind. He glanced over his shoulder again and said, "But I could be happier." "And what would make you happier, Kevin?" The boy's irritation was now evident in his expression and yet another glance at the nearby tables. "You know. And I know that you know," he grumbled. "I'm not sure I do, Kevin. And I want to make our vacation really special for you. What would make it special?" Kevin was now exasperated. He felt that Jerry's teasing had gone too far and, in the restaurant, he could neither complain nor say anything to clarify that he was looking forward to an evening of sex. He suppressed the urge to say, in full voice, 'To go to bed with you. To have sex with you.' But, of course, he knew better. Instead, he sank into a sullen silence. After several bites of food while he tried to understand his grandfather's persistent teasing, it occurred to him. He looked up at Jerry and said, "That was a test, wasn't it?" "A test?" "You know. Condition one. You were testing me to see if I would remember what you said. About always being careful." Jerry smiled and said, "I confess. I started out teasing but then decided to see how you would handle the situation. I have to give you an A minus." "Minus? I thought I was better than that." "I'll explain on the way back to the cabin." Jerry signed the check for dinner and they got up to leave. Before going back to the cabin, Jerry made arrangements to pick up two box lunches at breakfast the next day. Then, walking to the cabin, Kevin's curiosity led him to say, "Minus? What did I say wrong?" "It's not what you said, Kevin. That was very creative. It's what you did -- looking around before you said something and then talking in a low voice. It's not what people would expect from a grandfather and grandson. Although it is not very likely, it could draw the attention of snoopy people. What you said was perfectly innocent. It's an example, although a poor one, of how we must always be on guard about what we do and say when we're together. You never know when some little detail in a conversation will arouse suspicion." "I'm sorry," Kevin said. "Don't be sorry. You handled the situation extremely well. I could tell that you were very carefull in what you said. I'm proud of you for that." By this time, they had arrived at their cabin. Jerry unlocked the door and they walked inside. Kevin closed the door and locked it. Turning to Jerry, he said, "We're alone now. Can I say what's really on my mind?" "Of course." "I'm horny as hell. I want to go to bed with you. I want to play with you and have you play with me. Maybe all night long. Of course, if you say no, I'll have to abide by condition two but I won't like it and I'll have to go off somewhere and jerk off thinking about you. There! I've said it!" Jerry stared at Kevin just long enough for Kevin to grow uneasy, fearing that his outburst had somehow displeased his grandpa. Then, without warning, Jerry grabbed him, pushed him onto his back on the bed, climbed on top of him, and began kissing him. Delighted, Kevin threw his arms around Jerry and returned the kiss. It wasn't long before they were both naked and rolling around together on the bed -- each one competing to arouse, stimulate, and please the other -- both of them fully occupied by unadorned erotic pleasure. As Jerry was grinding his firm cock against Kevin's equally rigid member, Kevin said forcefully, "No! Stop! Please!" Jerry was startled and backed off. "Are you all right? Did I hurt you?" he asked with sudden concern. "I'm fine," Kevin reassured him. "It's just that I was afraid I would shoot and I don't want to yet. Can we just cuddle a little while? Just until ... you know ... until the urge passes?" "Of course," Jerry replied in relief that Kevin was okay. They lay tightly pressed together in an embrace and occasionally kissing until Kevin started to chuckle. "So what's funny?" "Condition two. It's usually you that says no. I never expected that I would say it." Jerry smiled. "I'm glad you did, Kevin. For two reasons. First, you should always say it when you don't want to do something or, in this case, when you just want to slow down. Secondly, by saying that you wanted a pause, you showed that you were in control of your feelings. You weren't just racing toward orgasm." "Thanks," Kevin replied, "but I wanted you to stop for another reason It feels a lot better to shoot when you're sucking me. Is that being selfish?" "No, it's being honest." Jerry decided to take the opportunity to add another lesson to Kevin's education and, at the same time, remind him of condition three. "When you find a partner, you must always be honest with him. If the two of you are honest with each other, it builds trust, which is essential to respect and love." Kevin thought about that for a moment before asking, "Suppose I don't want to do something but my partner does. Wouldn't it be better to give in and do it ... as a favor?" "Sometimes," Jerry replied, pleased that Kevin was thinking of a partner's needs taking priority over his own. "But everybody has limits on what they want or are willing to do. You told Patrick 'no' back at the lake. He wanted to fuck you and you may have wanted it too but you didn't give in. That was right and smart. Sometimes, though, you will do things to or with your partner that you don't feel like doing just to give your partner pleasure. That's being kind and loving. There's no single answer, Kevin. It depends on the situation." "I think I understand," Kevin said. "I should do things for a partner that I love ... because I love him ... that I wouldn't do for just anybody." "That's one reason and an important one. But there may be times, even with a partner you love, that you should say 'no.'" "For instance?" Kevin asked. Jerry thought for a moment before an example came to mind. "When your grandmother and I got married, I wanted her to suck me off but she said she really didn't want to do it. She thought it was gross and perverted. She said 'no' even though I wanted her to do it. She had the right to do that and I had to respect that right. So, if there is anything that you really object to, I think it's all right to say 'no.' You can do tactfully and I believe in the long run your honesty will only strengthen the bond between you." Kevin was silent for a few minutes while he absorbed what he had heard. But then he said, "Speaking of honesty, I'm still horny. Can we play now?" Jerry chuckled and said, "I'm glad you asked. We've been doing too much thinking and it's time for play." Kevin giggled and immediately began to kiss and lick his way down Jerry's chest and stomach while fondling his still-erect cock. "Hold on, pardner," Jerry said. Kevin was surprised by the interruption and even more surprised when Jerry moved into a 69 position. "That's better," Jerry continued. "Now we both have what we want." Kevin immediately got the message and eagerly wrapped his lips around Jerry's cock while enjoying the sensations eminating from his own groin as Jerry furiously sucked on the boy's manhood. As expected, Kevin shot first but it only temporarily delayed his efforts to bring Jerry to an extremely satisfying orgasm. They cuddled and embraced for about twenty minutes with their bodies intertwined and, it seemed to both, merged. Eventually, Kevin whispered, "Thanks, grandpa. I've never been happier." "That's all it takes? A little sex play to make you so happy?" "That's part of it," Kevin said seriously and not reacting to Jerry's obvious joke. "The other part is helping me understand what I am. And telling me how to cope. I know now what to say and not say, what to do and not do, how to avoid problems." "Yes, you know a lot more now but you still have a lot to learn. There are a lot of details and nuances in finding the right partner and then building a lasting, satisfying relationship. There's a lot more to learn about being gay in a narrow-minded society." "But I have you to help me," Kevin said. I'll help you as much as I can. The devil is in the details, Kevin. I don't know all of the details. Maybe nobody does. You'll have to discover them along the way. But I'm available ... any time that you need advice." "What if I need something else?" Jerry scowled, sensing the trap that Kevin was laying. "Whenever you need advice, whenever you need to talk to somebody, I'll be there. But don't expect that I will cancel condition three." "But, grandpa ..." Kevin pleaded. "You will find somebody your own age. This vacation will end. After that, we can talk about sex whenever you want to but our sex will end. I don't like that any more than you do but it has to be. Our pact must remain in force and that includes all of the conditions -- secrecy, the right to say no, and your responsibility to find a partner." Kevin knew that further objections would be futile and may even anger his grandpa so he just snuggled in more tightly to the man who meant so much to him. He still harbored the hope that his grandpa would relent and grant an occassional session of sensual pleasure but he would have to make his appeal at another time. For his part, Jerry dreaded the end of the vacation and in unguarded moments regretted imposing the third condition. However, his resolve was buttressed by the firm conviction that it was the best and only way to help his grandson. Chapter 12 -- Penetration When Jerry awoke the next morning, Kevin had a leg across Jerry's leg and an arm across his chest. 'There can't be a better way to wake up,' thought Jerry as he felt a very stiff cock pressing into his hip. Unwilling to forego the bliss of being next to a naked young man but sensing a very urgent need to piss, he carefully extracted himself from Kevin and went into the bathroom to relieve himself. When he crawled back into bed to cuddle once again with his grandson, Kevin stirred and mumbled, "Good morning. What time is it?" "7:30. Want to sleep some more?" Kevin replied sleepily, "No. But I'd like to lay here with you for a while if that's all right." Jerry had no objections; he welcomed the chance to cuddle with the boy and enjoy simply being together. He wrapped his arms around Kevin, kissed him gently, and held him close. "This is nice," Kevin purred but then he felt the pressure of his bladder. "Be right back," he said as he got out of bed and hurried to the bathroom. Moments later, he returned. Jerry noticed that the boy's cock was now soft and swayed delightfully as he walked toward the bed. "Your cock goes down almost as fast as it goes up," he said with a grin. "Yeah. Usually, I take advantage of my hard-on when I wake up and jerk off. But this morning, I just peed. I thought maybe we could..." He stopped in mid-sentence, afraid of asking for sex yet again. Jerry grinned and said, "Yes, I think we could." Kevin broke into a broad smile and eagerly got into bed next to Jerry. He kissed him and his hand immediately went to Jerry's cock to fondle it to erection. It didn't take long for both to be fully hard as they hugged, kissed, and fondled each other. Kevin, building on his success in winning a sex session, decided to ask for something else. He propped himself up on one elbow, looked pleadingly into Jerry's eyes, and said, "Grandpa. Can we fuck? I know gay men do it and I've tried to imagine what it's like. I want to know what it feels like. Please." Jerry, of course, had anticipated the request when he bought the essentials at Wal-Mart and had planned for this lesson in his grandson's education. "Pehaps," he began. "But we need to talk about it first. You should know that it can hurt. I'll be slow and gentle but you must promise to tell me if it hurts or if you don't want to continue. Will you do that?" "I want to try it," Kevin said with determination. "Even if it hurts." "Kevin, I want to fuck you. I want you to know what it's like. But I don't want to hurt you. You must promise to tell me if it hurts too much." "I promise." Jerry retrieved the condoms and KY from his duffle bag and returned to the bed. "I'm going to tell you everything that I do so you won't be surprised at anything that happens. And so you'll know what to do. If you have any questions, ask. If you don't want to continue, say so." "Okay." Jerry got a condom out of the box and said, "A condom is usually used to prevent pregnancy or disease. You won't get pregnant and I know neither of us has a disease but I'm going to use one anyway." "Why?' "Partly because it's important. You can still be infected even if you think your partner has no disease. The other reason is that it's cleaner. To put it crudely, you probably don't want your dick coated with poop." "Yeah. I wondered about that." Handing the small foil package to Kevin, Jerry said, "Open it up and put it on me." With a minimum of coaching, Kevin succeeded in putting the condom on Jerry's cock. Kevin was intent on doing it right but still found it erotic to handle an erection other than his own. Jerry's arousal, of course, increased at the stimulation and the anticipation of fucking Kevin. Jerry then handed Kevin the KY, instructing him to apply it liberally to his condom-ensheathed cock and explained that it was important to use a water-based lubricant with a condom. "There are lots of positions," Jerry explained, "but I'd like you on your back, two pillows under your hips, and with me between your legs. That way, I get to see you. Apart from just wanting to feast my eyes on your beautiful body, I want to see how you react -- what you like and what might be causing pain." Kevin dutifully and eagerly positioned himself, hips elevated, legs apart, and exposing his hairless, virgin hole. The sight made Jerry impatient to sink his shaft deep into Kevin but he knew that he would have to proceed slowly and gently. He applied some KY to Kevin's hole and rubbed it gently, which caused Kevin to moan in delight at the new sensations. "Try to relax down here," Jerry coached. "I have to open you up a little with my finger." Slowly, to the accompaniment of Kevin's mewing and purring, Jerry slipped the tip of his finger into the gradually more yielding hole. Still working slowly, he pushed his finger into the second knuckle and then further still until he found what he sought -- the knob of Kevin's prostrate. Kevin yelped at the strong feelings that permeated his groin. "What did you do?" Kevin exclaimed. "Sorry, I should have warned you," Jerry replied and then explained what had happened. Returning to his task, Jerry slipped his finger in and out several times while moving it from side to side. When he thought Kevin was ready, he slipped in a second finger. Kevin winced and Jerry immediately asked if he was all right. "Yes. Don't stop. It feels good." Several minutes later, Jerry had managed to insert three fingers. He occasionally paused to ask Kevin whether it hurt and if he wanted to continue. Each time, the answer was 'no, it doesn't hurt...much' and 'yes, keep going.' In spite of his ongoing concern for Kevin and the prolonged period of preparation, Jerry was only getting more and more aroused at the thought of sinking his cock into Kevin's waiting hole. Finally, as Jerry's patience was wearing thin, Kevin seemed ready. Withdrawing his fingers, he put the tip of his cock on what was now a gaping hole. Extracting another promise from Kevin to tell him of any pain, he pushed his cock into Kevin's ass, pausing when his cockhead was fully encircled by the accepting orifice. Not since his college days had Jerry experienced the extreme pleasure of a tight asshole gripping his cock. It was far more enjoyable than a pussy -- because it was tighter but also because it belonged to a man. Fucking a man was not repugnant but was pleasurable. Fucking a young man, a minor but still a mature young man, didn't seem to matter to Jerry. Even the fact that he was fucking his own grandson seemed irrelevant. The passion, the lust, the carnal pleasure dominated his thoughts. Even if he had stopped to consider the situation, he would have readily rationalized what he was doing with the excuse of helping a boy and merely giving the boy what he had asked for. Kevin, meanwhile, was equally overcome with sexual delight. The sensations eminating from his ass were totally new to him and had put him close to a state of ecstasy. Yes, he had felt some pain at first but it was easily tolerable and a small price to pay for the intense satisfaction he now enjoyed. His delight only heightened as Jerry slowly pushed his cock deeper and deeper until it was buried to the hilt. Kevin, through the daze of his delight, vaguely sensed Jerry's pubic hair tickling him just under his balls. He would not have made the comparison but it was like garnish on a delicious meal. It is the meal that one enjoys but subtle seasoning enhances the taste. The pain was gone, supplanted by a feeling of fullness, a feeling of wholeness, a feeling of having reached the pinnacle gay sexual pleasure. Unaware of anything but the sensations that now radiated throughout his body, unaware that he was moaning and thrashing, unaware of his grandfather's equal pleasure, Kevin was in an erotic high. Gradually picking up the pace, Jerry thrust his cock in and out until he could hold back no longer and froze, buried deep inside Kevin, and experienced an orgasm the likes of which he couldn't remember having. He collapsed on top of Kevin and, still overcome by the intensity of the orgasm, began to kiss him forcefully, almost violently. Then, as his heart slowed to a normal rhythm and his mind cleared, Jerry rolled off Kevin to lay on his back beside him. "I'm sorry, Kevin. Really sorry." "Why?" the boy replied. "It was wonderful." "I lost control of myself. I started out okay trying to be gentle and thinking about you but after I knew you were all right, I lost it. I was thinking only of my own pleasure. My dick took over. I'm sorry." Kevin kissed Jerry, mostly to reassure him that he had done nothing wrong, and then said, "I'm happy that you lost control." "Huh?" "It means you enjoyed it as much as I did. If you want to know the truth, I lost control, too. All I could think about ... no, I wasn't thinking ... all I could feel was the awesome sensations. In a funny way, it was as good as an orgasm -- different, of course, but just as good." Jerry smiled because he had given pleasure to Kevin and then, thinking out loud, he said, "It was a long time ago ... a very long time ago ... but I still remember how I felt the first time I was fucked. I'm glad you liked it." "And did you like it?" "Then or now?" Jerry asked, not sure of Kevin's meaning. "Both, I guess." Jerry stared at the ceiling as he recalled his first fuck and compared it to fucking Kevin. "Yes. When I was fucked the first time, it was special. It was the final bonding between my room mate and me. So it had emotional as well as physical satisfaction. I didn't know at the time that the bond wouldn't last very long ... just until graduation ... but it was very special." Propping himself up on an elbow to look into Kevin's eyes, he continued, "Just now was special, too. It's a kind of bonding between us. But we both know that it's a temporary bond, don't we." He said that more of a statement than a question just to remind Kevin once more that their sex would end when the vacation was over. "There you go again with condition three. I still don't like it. Can't we...." Jerry interrupted him. "No! We cannot renegotiate it." Although he said that more to remind himself than Kevin, Kevin pouted so Jerry softened and said, "What we can do is to thoroughly enjoy the time we have together. And that means you have a job to do." "I do?" Kevin asked, confused. "Yes. I've shown you how to prepare to fuck somebody. It's exam time!" Kevin grinned and immediately grabbed the pillows to put under Jerry's hips. He got the KY and a condom and handed them to Jerry who noticed that Kevin's cock had deflated somewhat. "Let me waken this sleeping giant first," he said as he bent over to take the boy's cock into his mouth. It didn't take the teenage cock long to restore itself to a firm and ready posture. Jerry then put a condom on it while deriving great satisfaction from stroking it much more than was necessary to test its fit. He stroked it even more as he applied the KY and Kevin had to say, "Stop. If you keep doing that, I'll shoot." Kevin was, as always, a good student. He lubricated Jerry's hole just as Jerry had lubricated his -- in a way that sent shivers of pleasure through Jerry's body. One finger in. Massage. Two fingers in. Massage some more. Three fingers in. It didn't take all that long but seemed like a long time to Kevin who was impatient to begin the real task. When he thought Jerry was adequately prepared, he guided his cock toward its target. Somewhat nervous about doing something wrong but mostly because of anticipating what it might feel like, he slowly slipped his rigid bone into the dark passage of Jerry's anus. Sliding it in slowly and remembering to check Jerry's face for any signs of discomfort, he felt for the first time what it was like to have his cock compressed by a warm, moist ring of muscle. It was marvelous. Both Jerry and Kevin then let themselves soar on the winds of sensual pleasure as Kevin pistoned in and out of Jerry. All too soon, Kevin reached his peak and couldn't hold back. A massive orgasm racked his body and he fell down into Jerry's waiting arms. He laid there blissfully as he cock softened and popped out of Jerry's ass. When Kevin had fully recuperated, Jerry said, "A PLUS!" Kevin laughed and said, "Can I talk you into an A minus or even a B and then take the test over again?" "No more testing," Jerry laughed. "But you can do it again if you like it as much as I do. Now, let's shower, get dressed, and go have some breakfast."