This is an adult story intended for adults. This is fiction. If something sounds familiar, then your life is better than mine. Please e-mail me if you have any suggestions or comments. I appreciate the kind comments that I have received so far. It is so nice to be appreciated. Keep it up!
The usual disclaimers: If you don't like man-to-man sex, what are you doing here? Always practice safe sex. And you know why!
Cast of Characters:
Pete: Main narrator. 34, 6'2", 195, blond hair,blue eyes, 9" uncut cock. English professor
Ben: 32, 6'0", 185, black hair, blue eyes, 8" uncut cock. State patrolman.
Will: 34, 6'4", 200, auburn hair, green eyes, 11" uncut cock. Ben's lover. State Patrolman
Grandpa Thompson: 59, 6.4, 200 lbs., auburn hair, green eyes, 13" uncut cock. Will's grandfather
Part 7
After a light lunch, the boys took me on a walk around the lake. When we reached the other side, I commented "And you own all of this?"
"The lake, and the thousand acres around it," he replied. "My grandfather left it to me because he knew how much I loved it out here. The land's been in the family for generations, and the cabin's been here since the Twenties. When I was a boy, Grandpa took me fishing out here every chance we got, so he knew how much I loved it. He also knew that this was the place where I lost my virginity."
"How did he know that?" I asked.
"Because he took it from me," Will said with a grin. I was shocked.
"Damn! That sounds like a story to me," I said.
"Do you want to hear it?" Will asked. "Of course," I replied. Will began the story.
Will:
It was a hot summer day, and I just turned sixteen the prior week. Grandpa and I went fishing, like we always did when he got the chance. After sitting in the sun for a while, we pulled off our shirts. Although I had seen Grandpa naked or nearly so for all of my life, I really looked at him for the first time that day. I had recently discovered my attraction to guys; as I jacked off, my fantasies did not involve girls; rather they were about my buddies, Sandy in particular. Although we were the same age, he had started sprouting blond hair on his chest a full year before I did. At 16, I had started to sprout some of my own, and I had no doubt that one day I would be as hairy as my Dad, who had the same mat of mahogany hair as Grandpa.
Speaking of Grandpa, I looked at him and realized he was a stud. He was in his late fifties at the time, and he had obviously never let himself go. At 6'4", he had the long, lanky build so common in our family. He had nicely shaped pecs and a flat abdomen. His biceps when he flexed his arms were huge, and he had nicely shaped triceps. The nipples on his chest were small like mine, about the size of dimes, but they appeared to be always erect. He had the family mat of mahogany hair on his head and chest. However, unlike me, his was sprinkled with strands of gray. I realized it was incredibly sexy.
After thinking lustful thoughts about Grandpa, I looked down to discover that my dick had become hard. The short cut-off jeans I was wearing could not cover it, and my dick had slipped out of the leg, the head sticking out for all to see. By the age of 16, my dick was already over 9", and it was the talk of the school. I was called "Gorilla", not just for the hair that was sprouting on my chest, but also for my gorilla cock. Embarrassed, I tried to cover it with my hand, but it was too late. Grandpa had noticed.
"Well, what have we here?" he asked. I couldn't say a thing.
"William Bennett Thompson, move your hand away!" he ordered. With my head down, I removed my hands, allowing Grandpa to see my hard dick.
Head still down, I said, "Sorry Grandpa, I can't help it. My dick has a mind of it's own."
Laughing, Grandpa said, "Don't apologize, son. Dicks that won't stay down are a part of every man's life. Now stand up and let me take a good look at you."
Standing, I felt Grandpa's eyes go up and down my body.
"Now, take off those shorts and let your Grandpa see what his grandbaby's grown into."
"Grandpa!" I cried.
"Don't Grandpa me! I wiped your butt when you were little, and I have bathed you most of your life. There's not an inch of your body that I haven't seen or touched. Now lose those shorts now."
Blushing furiously, I slipped my shorts down and stepped out of them before standing up.
Grandpa exclaimed, "Damn boy, you sure got the family dick!"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"You've never seen your daddy naked?" he asked.
"Yes sir, but never hard."
Standing up, Grandpa said, "Well, then, let me show where you got that dick from."
With that, Grandpa stood up and dropped his shorts. I found myself staring at the biggest hard dick I've ever seen. It looked to be over a foot long, with a huge head, which was already a purplish color. Underneath hung two huge balls, almost the size of baseballs. He laughed at the look of shock on my face.
"All the men of our family are blessed with donkey dicks. Your daddy's dick wasn't quite as long as yours when he was your age, but your uncle Emmet was almost 11" at sixteen."
"How do you know about Dad's dick? And Uncle Emmet" I asked.
Grandpa, still naked and hard, sat down on the grassy bank. "Come sit down, and we'll have a good talk. Has your daddy ever talked to you about the brotherhood of man?"
"No, sir. He talked to me about the birds and the bees a couple of years ago. Is that the same thing?"
"Not really, son. It goes something like this. In the South, men are raised to stand by family and friends through thick and thin, and always be willing to help out a friend or family member if he needs it. It's what makes us Southerners.
"Now this willingness to help out also extends to sex. As a teenager, you already know that Southern girls are taught not to have sex until they're married. As I'm sure your mama told your sister "Why would a man buy a cow if he can get the milk for free?"
"That leaves a Southern boy with two options to satisfy his needs: his own hand; or the help of his buddies. Now, you do masturbate, don't you?"
Hanging my head, I nodded. He grabbed my chin and made me look up.
"Don't be ashamed to jack off. Every man jacks off. Those that say they don't are liars." As he said this, he started stroking his enormous dick. I gasped.
"Now, there only so much a hand can do for you," he continued. "For anything else, you need your buddies. As to how I know how big your daddy and uncle are, that's because I initiated them into the mysteries when they were about your age. I figured your daddy would already taken care of that, but since he hasn't, I guess it's my job."
"But Grandpa," I said. "Isn't that gay?"
"Hush your mouth, boy," he said. "Gay is wanting to wear women's clothes and make-up and being a girly-man. Do I look gay to you? I'll admit I love to swing on a man's dick. Especially now, as your grandma doesn't like to have sex anymore.
The thought of Grandpa and Grandma having sex shocked me more than Grandpa and another guy. I could not imagine Grandma being fucked by that monster dick.
"Even if you decide not to marry, that's okay. Do you remember your great-uncle Herron and the man that lived with him, Jerrold? Well, they decided at an early age that they didn't need a woman, and they lived happily together for almost 50 years in the big house downtown. There was some talk in the town, of course, but real men pay no attention to what fools have to say."
"Now, do you want me to show you how two men can enjoy each other in a special way? If you don't want to know, say so."
Did I want to know? Hell, yes. I've been dreaming about it for the last year, but didn't know how to do anything about it.
"Yes, Grandpa, I'd like to know. Please show me."
Grandpa grinned. "Good boy." Grabbing my hand, he placed it on his mammoth dick.
"Here. This is your Grandpa's dick. Play with it like you play with your own."
Grabbing my Grandpa's hard dick was a huge turn-on. It felt huge! Taking him at his word, I started frantically stroking it hard and fast. He grabbed my hand.
"Whoa son, slow down. Slow and steady wins the race." With that, he reached over and grabbed my dick. The feel of someone else's hand on my dick was absolutely incredible. He started to slowly stroke it. When he got to the head, he pulled my foreskin up over my head and tugged on it. I groaned, and I could feel my dick leak inside of the skin. I returned the favor, and started tugging on his long foreskin. As I tugged, I asked "Grandpa, why do we have foreskins while most guys don't?"
"It's a family tradition, my boy," he replied. "We Thompson's have always believed that God put that foreskin there for a reason, and it's not for us to decide we don't like it." He then returned his attention to my dick, and started stroking it, pulling my foreskin up and down as he went along. The feeling was incredible, and I copied him, causing him to let out a groan.
"That's my boy," he said. After a few minutes, he pushed me back onto the grass, leaned down, and kissed me. And it wasn't a grandfather kiss, either. The feel of this man's lips against mine sent an electric shock through my body, and my mouth opened to let his tongue gain entrance. The kiss seemed to last forever, and as we kissed, he slid his hairy body on top of me and we were connected, feet to feet, chest to chest, cock to cock. The feel of his hairy body against mine was mind blowing, and I just moaned over and over again.
After a little while, he leaned up and said, "Let me show you all of our special places," and with that, started nibbling my ear. Shivers went down my spine, and they continued as he moved down and started lightly sucking on my neck.
"Do this gently," he said. "Don't leave hickeys that can't be explained."
He next lowered his head farther and took my right nipple into his mouth. My body jerked with pleasure as he lightly started sucking it. I had no ideas my nipples were at all sensitive, but at that moment, I realized there was a connection between them and my genitals. My balls started churning the moment Grandpa started sucking on my nipples, and when he took a light nip, I let out with a stream of pre-cum. As I moaned and my body writhed in pleasure, Grandpa turned his attention to my other nipple, giving it the same treatment before heading on down. Grabbing my hard, wet dick, he did not immediately take it into his mouth. Rather, he went down to my balls and started sucking them into his mouth, one after another. My moans grew louder as Grandpa continued to suckle my balls.
Pulling off, he said, "Never forget these, my boy. This is where all life comes from. The dick is just the instrument to get the sperm there." Lifting my legs in the air, he continued downward, licking the sensitive skin between my balls and butt (I later learned that was my perineum, but I was just 16 at the time). The feelings just got better and better as he moved farther and farther down, and when his tongue hit my asshole, I screamed in pleasure.
"God, Grandpa, that's incredible."
"Yeah, it is," Grandpa replied, removing his mouth from my hole for the moment. "Most men never learn how much pleasure there is in his butt-hole. But us Southern men, we sure know that." With that, he resumed licking my hole, finally taking his tongue and sticking it into my hole. The feeling was so intense my whole body started shuddering.
"Remember these spots, boy. These are the spots you need to know to help your buddy get his load off. Now for your next lesson." With that, he came back up and grabbed my dick in his hand. Pulling it downward, he leaned forward and took my foreskin into his mouth, sucking it like a calf suckles its mother. I couldn't stop writhing as he licked, sucked and ultimately chewed on my tender skin. When he stopped, he opened his mouth and I watched in amazement as he took the head of my cock in his mouth. He teased it for a while, using his tongue to lick the head and glans, until I finally grabbed his head and pushed down. He started taking more and more of my dick in his mouth. I felt my dick hit the back of his mouth, and I figured that was as far as I could go. To my surprise, Grandpa kept pushing down, and my dick popped into his throat. I screamed "Grandpa! How'd you do that?" He came off of me and grinned," If you're really good, I'll show you a little later," and went back to deep-throating my dick.
This went on and on, until I realized that I was about to shoot. "I'm gonna come, Grandpa!" I cried. I thought he would pull off of my dick, but he only pulled back enough for my dick to be in his mouth, not his throat. I tried to stop, but I couldn't. I let loose with the largest load of my life to that date. Grandpa valiantly kept sucking until finally I was totally drained. He then climbed up and kissed me on my mouth. I opened my mouth, and my come poured from his mouth to mine. I was shocked! Once I recovered from the shock, I started thinking that it didn't taste like what I would have thought it would. It was actually kind of nice: slightly sweet and tangy. Grandpa leaned his back and grinned, "Nothing like your first taste of come, is it?"
I grinned back, "Grandpa, does everybody's come taste as good as mine?"
"Everyone's come tastes different," he said. "It's a function of what they do and what they eat. Generally, though, it's all good. I've always been partial to come, myself."
I couldn't believe that my manly grandfather had just sucked me off and ate my come with such pleasure!
Lying back, he then said, "Now, son, it's time to see if you've learned the first lesson. Make your grandfather happy."
Eager to give my grandfather as much pleasure as he had given me, I followed his path. I started nibbling his ears, and then sucked gently on his neck. The groans from Grandpa reassured me: I was a good boy, pleasing my Grandpa. As I sucked on his neck, his hands ran up and down over his hairy torso.
I moved down, and took one of his nipples in my mouth. I started sucking on it and licking it with my tongue, and was rewarded with louder groans. "I'm good at this," I thought as I continued my journey down his hot, hairy body. Reaching his groin, I grabbed that huge dick with my hand and noticed a tear of pre-cum on the end. I couldn't resist. I licked it off and got my first taste of Grandpa's come. I loved it! It was thinner and nuttier than mine. I moved down and started to reverently lick those huge balls. It was all I could do to get one of those things into my mouth, but I persevered, and my reward was groans from Grandpa.
After a while, I continued downward, licking on that (I now knew) sensitive skin between his balls and ass. I then lifted his legs, and got my first look at my grandfather's asshole. It looked nothing like I expected it to: it wasn't dirty or nasty looking. Rather, it was small and pink and winked at me as I stared. I wondered what it tasted like, and determined to find out. Leaning forward, I took my tongue and brushed it against his asshole. Grandpa jumped and yelled "God, yes! Lick your granddaddy's asshole, boy!"
Realizing how much he enjoyed it, I tore into his ass, licking and sucking it like a madman. I even stuck my tongue in as far as it would go, marveling at the smoothness and heat coming out of it.
After a while, I came up and determined to get my grandfather off in my mouth. From his moans and whimpers, I figured it wouldn't take long. Grabbing his dick in one hand, I took the head in my mouth. I had been told my whole life that I had a big mouth, and today I thanked God for it, for otherwise I would have never been able to take that head in!
I slowly started taking more and more of that dick in my mouth, licking everywhere I could reach with my tongue. About half way down, his head hit the back of my throat. I tried to push down as Grandpa had, but it didn't work. My gag reflex kicked in, and I had to pull off, coughing. Ashamed, I looked up at Grandpa. He had a gently smile on his face. "Don't fret, son," he said. "We all gagged the first time we tried to take a dick down our throat. A lot of guys never do manage to take my big thing all the way down. If you want to try, remember to exhale as you slide it in, and swallow. That should open your throat enough for me to get in."
I returned to his dick and tried again. It took several tries, but finally his dick slid all the way down my throat, and I felt his thick thatch of pubic hair brush my lips. It was strange the way that I was so proud of taking my grandfather's entire dick, but I was. His groans as he breached my throat were all of the praise I needed.
I started sucking harder and harder, determined to get Grandpa off. Pulling back slightly, I felt that huge head get even bigger, and Grandpa cried, "Son, I'm coming!"
With that, I felt his head grow still larger, and then I felt something wet shooting into my mouth. As I swallowed valiantly to take it all, I savored the flavor on my tongue. Unlike his pre-cum, this was rich and thick, with a salty, nutty taste that drove me wild.
Ultimately, I was unable to take it all, and I felt some of it running down my chin. When he had completely finished, I pulled off and moved my head back to his face. I leaned over and kissed him, letting my mouth open to let his cum drip into his mouth. He then leaned up and licked his cum off of my chin, as I asked, "Well, Grandpa, how did I do? Was I okay?"
With a grin on his face, Grandpa said, "Son, you did fine. Just fine. Your friends are going to be a bunch of happy guys once you show them what you can do."
Grandpa then reached down and grabbed my cock. Although I had come just a few minutes earlier, it was rock hard from the pleasure I had gotten getting my grandfather off. He just rolled his eyes and said," Oh, to be young again." Looking into my eyes, he said, "Well, I guess you're ready for the next part of your lesson."
End of Part 7