Date: Wed, 4 Aug 2010 12:30:19 -0400
From: pegoty@insightbb.com
Subject: Pops and me!

When I was about 15 or 16 my grandfather came to live with us in the same
city. My grandmother had died several years ago and Pops was lonely.
Finally my mom persuaded him to live near us. He had a condo about half
mile away and after a short time was settled and pleased with the move. I
went over a few times each week to visit him. He was obviously glad to see
me and I always liked talking to him. Pops did most of the talking because
he had great stories to relate. I became more and more comfortable with him
and began to visit more often as time passed. Several times he asked me to
spend the night but I didn't want to for some reason that I can't explain.
But my mom urged me to spend the night because she knew her father was
lonely, especially at night.

So I told him I would spend the night the next time I came over and would
bring my pajamas and fresh underwear. He grinned and said something about
not having worn pajamas in a "hundred years." It had never occurred to me
not to wear pajamas, but the thought took hold and several times before I
spent the night with Pops I slept naked and loved it. I always got an
erection with the sheets rubbing against my penis and inevitably I
masturbated into a kleenex so there would be no tell-tale signs.

The family got together every Friday night for dinner in a restaurant.  On
this particular night when we drove Pops home he asked me to stay. Mom
insisted so I said goodnight to my parents and went in. Pops put his arms
around my neck as we walked in and took the elevator up to the 8th Floor
where he lived. He was so pleased I was with him that I felt really good
about being there. He asked if I wanted to watch a movie and I agreed that
would be fun, so he got a Netflix out and put it in to play. The movie was
an "oldie" the name of which I have forgotten, but it was fun and I enjoyed
it. Afterwards Pops asked if I wanted something to eat. He was going to
have a beer and asked if I wanted a coke. I wanted beer but didn't say
anything. I had never tasted beer. I think Pops knew my thoughts so he sat
next to me on the sofa and said that if I wanted to taste his beer I could.
I said "no thanks" regretting it as soon as it was out of my mouth. Pops
looked at me askance with a twinkle in his eyes. He asked if I was such a
nice kid that nothing at all would convince me to try something new. I
didn't know what to say. It seemed to me like a challenge. That was the
first hint I had that my grandfather was more interesting than I had
thought.

After a while I began to feel tired and thought about going to bed. It had
not occurred to me where I would sleep, but Pops said that I could sleep on
the sofa which was a pull-out bed, or share his large king-size bed. I
didn't want to sleep on the sofa bed but hesitated before saying I would
try it. He knew that I didn't want to sleep there so he said that I would
be a lot more comfortable in his bed. So I agreed. We went into the bedroom
and I started to take my clothes off. No pajamas so it would be my boxers
and T-shirt. While Pops was in the bathroom, I quickly finished undressing
and got into bed. Then Pops came in and stripped before getting into bed
naked. I had never seen him naked before and my eyes took it all in. He had
a terrific body and his "junk" was much larger than I had ever dreamed. He
stood at the bedside and asked if I would mind getting on the other side
because he was used to sleeping where I was. I threw the covers back and
stood up. Pop stared at me and laughed. He said he couldn't sleep with
underwear on and wondered how anyone could. I couldn't take my eyes off his
naked body and he was aware of my astonishment. I believe he knew right
then that I was gay. His eyes were "knowing" and I felt a jolt in my
insides. He knew. But I also knew that something in our relationship had
suddenly changed. When he suggested that I could at least take "that damned
T-shirt "off" I took it off without hesitating. I knew that he felt
strongly about it and that his words were a command. Instantly my penis
began to grow and my boxers were tented enough for him to take in the
sight. He smiled and said now that's half the battle why not take it all
off. I didn't want to because I had in fact sprung a rigid hard-on. My
hands tried to cover up my "excitement" but there was no way to hide what
had so quickly happened. I sat on the edge of the bed with my back to him
and lowered my shorts and pulled the covers over me. When I turned to look
at Pops I could see a smile on his face AND I could see his penis beginning
to stick straight out. My heart was pounding. I flushed with embarrassment.
Then Pops got into bed saying "You know an old man like me can get a
hard-on for no good reason too."

My penis--er, cock--was stiffer than it had ever been. Pops asked me if I
had embarrassed myself with sudden "wood" while in school. I said yes it
has happened a few times. Pops said that he had hard-ons all the the time
when he was my age and I should not be embarrassed. It was natural for an
adolescent boy to stiffen without knowing why. The subject interested me
but I was almost speechless. Pops carried on with the subject and then
asked if I masturbated often. God help me I was mortified, but I did answer
"Yes." "Good boy," he said. "I knew you were the right age for sex to
invade your thoughts and register its effects on your cock and balls. I
masturbated three or four times a day and I still need to get my rocks off
more often than I ever thought I would at this point in my life." I was
warming to the subject because this was the first time I had ever talked
about masturbation with anyone. He asked if I had talked with my dad about
the birds and the bees. "No," I answered." I couldn't ever do that with
him."

"Why not?"  he said. " I remember that your father was hotter than a
firecracker all through his teen years. I caught him at it several times
and had to let him know that there was nothing wrong about it. It was
healthy. After that he and I had several conversations about it and I knew
that he got over his shyness quickly. Unlike you!"

"You caught Dad doing it?"

"Yes indeed. He was sexually precocious like me!"

"Like you? Did you actually talk about it?"

"You bet we did.  In fact I answered his questions about masturbation and
then--I hesitate to tell you this--but I showed him how to get the most
pleasure from it. He had no technique." Laughing while telling me this.

"What do you mean by 'technique' ?"

"Well, he just pulled on his cock too fast and without any lotion to
moisten his cock. The experience was a good deal more exciting than he knew
it could be. So one night we did it together and had lots fun together. It
made us much better friends than we had ever been. Your Dad opened up and
was very willing to do whatever I suggested."

My face must have looked like a raging furnace. My neck and face were
crimson and hot. I was in an erotic melt-down and Pops was laughing looking
at me. He knew what was going on and I realized that I had no need to be
such a wimp about sex.

"Tell me how that happened. I mean the two of you masturbating together.  I
can't imagine Dad being sexually aroused around his father."

"You are sexually aroused around your grandfather. What's the difference?
And if you want to have a similar experience, I am your guide into the
wonderful world of self-abuse!"

My grandfather was a totaling different person and I liked his humor and
enjoyment while talking about a subject I thought was taboo. But no more!
Pops threw the covers off his body and there was his erection sticking out
for me to look at. It was a larger cock than I had ever seen. My desire to
touch it was overpowering. I then threw the covers off and showed my stiff
cock which was about half the size of Pops' but I didn't care if he saw
it. I had turned a corner.

"Good boy," he said, "that's a good-looking piece of meat you have for a
boy your age."

"Piece of meat." I was stunned. My grandfather was a satyr. But I loved him
for it. With a rush I asked him to show me how to "do it" the right way.


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Jack Nelson

pegoty@insightbb.com