I'm Freddy, a fourteen-year-old boy struggling with evil thoughts – at least my parents think they’re evil. I think about sucking cock all the time. My parents aren't especially religious, but are definitely "old school", and very bigoted (at least my Dad is, and Mom seems to go along with it. Dad talks derisively about Blacks, Hispanics, Arabs, Jews and gays. To him they are all the same and have no business even being in America.

One good thing was they respected my privacy – at least for a while. If my bedroom door was closed, they would knock before entering and wait for me to invite them in. That worked out well because I had a stay-at-home Mom, so there was nearly always someone home. I used to jack-off in the bathroom, but I couldn't look at internet porn there, so as I got bolder, I jacked-off in my room with the door closed.

There were only a few times my parents knocked while I was jacking-off, and I quickly closed the window with the porn. I always had something innocent looking to display when they could see.

Then one Saturday morning Dad knocked on my door while I was jacking-off to a picture of a white boy sucking a huge black cock – it was one of my favorite pictures. Normally I would just stop, put my cock in my pants and switch screens. I'd done this many times and was well-practiced. But Dad knocked at a really inconvenient time when I was thinking about that black cock exploding into my mouth and I was about to cum. Being that close, nothing was going to stop me as I feverishly approached climax. Dad thought something was wrong when I didn't answer and opened my door just as I shot my load into a tissue.

I don't think it was my jacking-off that freaked him out, but he sure got pissed when he saw the computer screen. I'm not sure what part was worse – a boy sucking cock or a white boy sucking black – but my father hit the computer screen, knocking it right off my desk. Then he smacked me right across the face, drawing blood.

I began to cry at this point, just as Mom appeared, drawn by the noise. Fortunately, my cock had shrunk and pulled into my pants so all Mom could see was my zipper open. The computer screen was broken on the floor, so she didn't see the picture.

Dad told Mom that he caught me pulling my pecker while looking a picture of white boy sucking a n****r cock. My mother was immediately embarrassed – she thought good boys didn't do anything as dirty as jacking-off, and my obsession with cock made it even worse.

Dad called me a worthless faggot, and that he was going to send me to Reform School. That was a juvenile prison where problem children were sent. This wasn’t the first time I heard that threat, but I thought it was for real this time. Dad would have taken another swing at me if Mom wasn't there. Instead he called the local police to make arrangements to take me in.

The police came and talked with Dad for awhile. He told me to stay inside or I’d be in handcuffs. The real reason was so they wouldn’t see that he’d smacked me around. The police explained that there aren't any Reform Schools any more, but I could go to a juvenile prison if I'd committed a crime, which I hadn't. Dad still remembered that gays had been locked up, and thought I should be as well. The policeman told him that unless I committed a real crime, that he was responsible for my care until I was eighteen.

After the police left Dad was still pissed, but not violent. He came in and said, "Well they won't put him in Reform School, but he's not staying here."

"But he's only fourteen," Mom protested.

"Too bad!" was Dad's reply, "No cocksucking faggot is staying under our roof!"

My mother tried to change his mind, but Dad said it was her fault for pampering me so much.

Dad was planning on throwing me out of the house immediately, but Mom convinced him to let me stay a week while I found a place to stay. I didn't know where I could stay – I certainly couldn't tell anyone why, and even if I could, where would I go?

Fortunately Mom was more kind-hearted than Dad was. She called her parents, who lived in the next state and they agreed to take me in. That was really fortunate, since I knew that Dad's parents were as bigoted as he was, so there was no hope with them.

Mom told me that I would be living with Grandma and Grandpa, a safe distance from Dad. She told me to start packing my things up, and on Saturday she drove me to my grandparents. They were glad to see me. Grandma immediately noticed the bruise on my face Dad made and pulled me to her. Neither of them knew any of the details, but I was pretty sure they would eventually want to know. I had to begin to think about how I would approach that delicate conversation.

Their first names were Ben and Ruth, but I just called them Grandma and Grandpa. They helped unload the car and took me to my room – the one that used to be Mom's. They didn't question me at all.

"I know you must have been through something terrible," said Grandma, "We'd like to understand, but you just take your time and you can tell us about it when you're ready."

At breakfast the next morning Grandpa said, "I just can't get over you father throwing you out – what could possibly make him take such an extreme action?"

"Ben, now don't press Freddy," Grandma interjected, "He's been through a lot, and he'll tell us when he's ready."

As we finished breakfast I said, "I think I'm ready."

Grandma suggested that we go to the living room, so we took our coffee cups and sat in the more comfortable environment.

"Dad threw me out because he thinks I'm gay," was my opening – now that part was out in the open.

"That used to be pretty bad," said Grandpa, "But times have changed."

"Well, Dad sure hasn't," I replied.

"Why does he think you're gay?" asked Grandma, "Did you tell him?"

Now that we were getting into the details it was getting more difficult to find the right words, so I just blurted out, "He caught me jacking-off to a picture of a guy giving a blowjob!"

I may have stated it a bit more directly than they were expecting; the worst was over.

"So you like boys and not girls?" asked Grandma.

"I like girls, not boys – but I like boy parts," I said, feeling a little embarrassed about revealing it.

"So you think you are a straight cocksucker?" asked Grandpa.

"Ben!" chastised Grandma, "Don't talk like that!"

"I think so," I confessed, "But my feelings are so confusing – I like to date girls and be with them, but I've had these desires –."

"To suck?" Grandpa finished my sentence, "A lot of boys do, and many grow up to lead perfectly normal lives."

Then Grandma dropped a bombshell, "There was this nice gay boy, Joey, who used to suck Ben all the time."

"Ruth!" Grandpa said.

"It's true!," Grandma insisted, "He came over a couple of times a week until he got married to a nice girl."

"I was glad to see Joey marry a nice girl," Grandpa added, "But sure miss him!"

"You mean his mouth," corrected Grandma. Grandpa just remained silent at this.

"It's a shame your father isn't more understanding," said Grandma, "But we won't judge you. If you want to date girls that's fine, and if you want to have a boy in your room from time to time that's okay too – just keep the door closed and be discrete."

What a wonderful arrangement! I wished I'd been living here all along. Of course, I had no idea how to find a boy to suck. My grandparents were really open minded, but society was not, and I didn't want to approach kids in my new school for fear of my secret getting out.

Finally I decided to have a private conversation with Grandpa. "I really need your advice," I began.

"Sure," he replied, "Ask me anything you like."

"Well, I've never given a blowjob before but really want to," I continued, "It's something I want a lot."

"It's probably a favorite jack-off fantasy," observed Grandpa, and I nodded.

"So how can I help you?" he asked.

"I don't know how to find someone to suck," I said, "I want to be discrete, so I won't dare ask any of the guys at school."

"So you want to keep it on the 'down low' so nobody finds out," he replied, "That's certainly a smart move."

"But how can I find someone who is safe to suck?" I asked.

"Not sure," Grandpa replied, "But let me noodle on it awhile and see what I can come up with."

Finally I got to what I really wanted to ask, but had feared to, "Would you let me suck you?"

"I'm an old man!" he said, "You wouldn't want to suck this shriveled up old dick."

"I'll take whatever I can get," I pleaded, "And you could teach me what to do."

"Freddy, I can't even get it up anymore," he said, "What fun would that be?"

"Please Grandpa," I continued, "I'd be so grateful."

At dinner that day Grandma surprised us both when she said, "Ben tells me you want to suck him."

That caught me entirely by surprise and I dropped my fork and it tumbled to the floor. I apologized and picked it up. I went to the sink to rinse it off before returning, still not knowing how to respond.

"Ruth," said Grandpa, "This isn't dinner table conversation!"

"Why not?" insisted Grandma, "It's about putting things in his mouth, and swallowing afterward."

I had nothing to add to this, but was completely embarrassed, and turning beet red. Grandma recognized this and said, "Freddy, I know this isn't a conversation you're accustomed to, but if you're going to be sucking Grandpa we should be open about this."

I looked to Grandpa, who seemed to be as really nervous too, and just as speechless as I was. Finally, I found the courage to ask, "So what happens next?"

"After dinner we can go to the living room and Grandpa can teach you to be a good cocksucker," she said with a mischievous smile. It seemed like she enjoyed using dirty words.

"Are you okay with this?" I asked Grandpa.

"We'll do as Grandma says," he replied, "That's the key to a happy marriage."

"Ben has always been so good to me," Grandma added. The rest of dinner went well, now that the difficult conversation was passed. I found myself getting erect as I sat there.

After dinner we adjourned to the living room and Grandpa asked, "How should we do this?"

"Just like we did with Joey," replied Grandma.

Grandpa took off his trousers and underwear and sat on the couch, naked from the waist down. He spread his feet apart exposing his soft, but large cock. I'd looked at a lot of pictures of cocks, but this was the first time I saw a cock in real life. I knelt between his feet and took hold of him. Then I realized that Grandma was still in the room and stopped.

"What's the matter?" Grandpa asked.

"I don't think I should be doing this in front of Grandma," I explained.

"Such a gentleman!" Grandma exclaimed.

"Grandma likes to watch," said Grandpa as Grandma sat in a chair near the couch. I saw her slipping a hand under her dress.

I stroked Grandpa and felt his cock grow. Since he said he didn't get hard anymore I wasn't expecting much, but it felt good for him respond. "I'm not sure what to do," I admitted.

"Take your time," Grandpa said, "There's no hurry. When you are ready you can kiss it, lick it, or suck it. Just do what feels natural to you – every boy knows how to do it."

As I stroked Grandpa he continued to grow. Grandma was watching with interest and soon she let out a whimper, and Grandpa said, "You're doing well – you just made Grandma cum – now see if you can do the same for me."

I slowly brought my mouth to the tip of his cock and licked it. Grandpa let out a moan, which encouraged me. I opened my mouth and took the head in and loved the feel of him continuing to grow in my mouth! In fact, the feel of his cock in my mouth was so natural that it seemed that cocks an mouths were supposed to be together! As I explored the head with my tongue Grandpa continued to moan and said he thought he could cum. Encouraged, I moved my tongue around and stroked the part of his cock that wasn't in my mouth and he cried out, "Here it is!"

His big cock pumped an enormous load into my mouth. It was really strong tasting, but I knew I was expected to like it. As I held him in my mouth and he finished pumping, it actually started to taste better. Not a good taste, but not as strong as it first did.

I swallowed and pulled off Grandpa, who said, "Looks like Grandma enjoyed your work too!"

Grandma's head was resting back in her chair as she caught her breath. I smiled knowing that I'd given such a thrill to both of them. Grandma composed herself and said, "That's two more – thank you Freddy."

I smiled and said, "My pleasure."

Then Grandma remembered something and said, "No, that's the part that's different than with Joey."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Joey was always naked and would jack-off as he sucked," Grandma explained, "That was always really hot!"

"Do you need to jack-off now?" she asked.

"Uh no," I said, "I only do that in private."

"Too bad," replied Grandma, "Let me know if you change your mind."

At bedtime I jacked off, recalling the events of today, and imagined myself naked, jacking-off while my grandparents watched. As I remembered Grandpa cumming in my mouth I imagined myself shooting, and then actually did!

The next morning at breakfast I told them I really enjoyed last evening and wondered how often we could do it.

"How often would you like?" Grandma asked with a grin.

"Every day?" I proposed, cautiously.

"Works for me," Grandma said, "How about you Ben?"

"I may not be able to cum every time," he said, "But I welcome Freddy trying."

"One other thing," I said, "I want to do it like Joey did."

"Even better!" said Grandma.

That night after dinner we adjourned to the living room, but this time I knelt naked by Grandpa. To my surprise, Grandma put a glass with a vodka martini in it on the floor between my legs and told me to shoot my load into it.

This time was even hotter, now that I was naked, and Grandpa hardened nicely, and I made him cum once again. With his cock pumping in my mouth I stroked ever faster and came into Grandma's drink glass.

"Bring me the glass, please," Grandma said after catching her breath. I brought her the glass with my load floating about half way down and she told me I'd done well, and that I wasn't to waste cum – she wanted me to give her all my cum. She sipped the cup, playfully sucking my load into her mouth.

What a wonderful change this was from Mom and Dad!

  To be continued . . .

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