GRANDSON'S EDUCATION
By: Morris Henderson
(Copyright 2007 by the author)
 

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 Chapter 2
A Day of Joy, A Night of Hell

They arrived at the lake in about 15 minutes. It was just as Jerry remembered it--a small, pear-shaped lake only about a mile across but a deep clear blue and surrounded by undeveloped forest. The dirt road from the sparsely travelled paved road was somewhat more overgrown than he recalled but that was a good sign because it meant few people had been using it. They could enjoy the seclusion on the isolated shore but not be far from stores for food and supplies.

Kevin was, as Jerry expected, enthralled with the setting. His comments were peppered with wow, cool, awesome, and beautiful.

Jerry pulled off the dirt road near the spot where he had camped before and was planning to pitch the tent and set up the camp site right away. Kevin, however, jumped out of the Jeep and ran down to the lake shore. Moments later, Jerry joined him, more than delighted to see that his grandson was as captivated by the location as he was.

The sat on a large rock at the water's edge and talked for several minutes. Both of them as happy as they had been for a long time. The sun bore down on them from a cloudless sky and before long it was uncomfortably hot sitting on the rock.

Kevin slipped off his shoes and socks, dangled his feet in the cool water, and asked, "Is it safe to swim in the lake?"

"Just two reasons not to," Jerry replied. "One is that the water is quite cool--not like the pool at the Y. The other is the size of the fish."

"Fish?" Kevin asked, not expecting one of his grandpa's jokes.

"Yes. A few of them are quite big. If they're hungry, they might just swallow you for lunch."

Kevin good-naturedly laughed at yet another trap his grandpa had sprung on him. "There's another reason," Kevin mused. "I forgot to pack my swim trunks."

"No need for them, Kevin. There's absolutely nobody around so you can go skinny-dipping."

"You mean naked?" Kevin asked incredulously.

"Why not?" Jerry replied. "It's only you and me here."

Kevin studied his grandpa's face for signs of another trick but couldn't find any. "You're teasing me again, aren't you," he said.

"Not this time. If you want to swim, just strip and jump in."

"Sure," Kevin replied. "As soon as I do, you'll laugh at me."

"No, I won't," Jerry said. "In fact, I feel like a cool dip myself. I'll join you." With that, Jerry took off his shoes, socks, and shirt. He was unbuckling his belt when Kevin said, "You ARE serious. It's really okay to swim naked here?"

"Of course."

Jerry was now down to his boxers and Kevin enthusiastically removed his shirt and pants. Then he abruptly stopped as he caught sight of a completely nude man standing next to him. He had seen a few pictures of nude men in art and biology books in the library. He was somewhat aroused by them but seeing a real man with nothing on was infinitely more arousing.

He had never seen his grandpa any way but completely clothed and he was overcome with the sight of a 54-year-old man with such a fit, masculine body--somewhat hairy chest, flat stomach, muscular legs, and not a bit of flab anywhere. Compulsively, Kevin's eyes were drawn to his grandpa's crotch where an impressive cock hung down from a thicket of pubes and in front of low-hanging balls. His stare unconsciously revealed an interest that had been growing stronger since he entered puberty, an interest that he knew was socially unacceptable but had become something of an obsession with him.

Jerry, normally a very perceptive man, noticed Kevin's stare but failed to interpret its meaning correctly. Sex and his grandson had never occupied the same thought in his mind. Instead, he reasoned that it was probably the boy's first exposure to a nude adult and was merely curious and perhaps speculating whether his genitals would eventually assume similar proportions. Jerry tolerantly allowed Kevin to have a good look and then said, "Well. Are you going swimming with me or not?"

Jolted out of his fixation on his grandpa's crotch, Kevin worried that his innermost interests had been revealed. He quickly recovered, pulled off his boxers, and stepped into the water until it was waist high. Although it was a brief glimpse, Jerry noted with some surprise that his grandson had matured more than he would have imagined. He had full pubes and a cock as long and thick as, Jerry thought, an 18-year-old. There was a thin coating of hair on his legs but his chest was bare. The muscles in his chest had not yet fully developed but he was clearly no longer the younster that Jerry remembered. Not only was Kevin ahead of his peers intellectually but, it was now clear, also physically. He was startled to realize that the sight of a naked, well-developed boy--his grandson--so powerfully awakened feelings that he had been suppressing for years.

Jerry quickly chided himself for admiring his grandson's body and strode into the water. They splashed each other, laughed constantly, and swam for about half an hour before climbing back onto the shore.

"We should have brought towels from our luggage," Kevin mused as he shook the water out of his hair.

"Next time we will," Jerry said. "But for now, we'll have to let the sun dry us off." With that, he walked a few yards to a grassy spot and laid down on his back with his hands behind his head for a pillow. Kevin, quite unaccustomed to such a disregard for modesty, watched his grandpa in disbelief and sat on the warm rock in a position that would hide his privates but allow him to look at his grandpa who laid motionless with his eyes closed.

As he watched, his grandpa's balls recovered from the chill of the water and sagged. Kevin found himself wondering what his grandpa's cock would look like with a hard-on and, for that matter, whether it still got hard at his age. Those thoughts amplified the stimulation he got from looking at a nude male adult and he felt his own cock begin to swell. "This won't do," he thought. "If grandpa sees me with a boner, he'll guess my secret." He stepped to the water's edge, splashed cool water on his firming cock, and returned to the rock determined to divert his attention from the naked form of the man he loved like a father. His plan didn't work. His cock seemed to have a mind of its own, as most teen cocks do, and continued to stiffen. Kevin then did the only thing he knew was a sure-fire way to solve his problem. Crouching out of sight behind the large rock, he masturbated while anxiously listening for any sign that his grandpa was approaching. It was a quickie--not very satisfying but effective in deflating his errant cock.

Surprisingly quickly, the sun's heat and the gentle breeze left both Jerry and Kevin dry. Kevin dressed and called to his grandpa to get dressed before he got a sunburn. With regret to see his grandpa put his clothes on but with simultaneous releif that his reaction to nude male body wouldn't embarrass him, Kevin watched his grandpa dress.

"How about helping me set up the tent," Jerry asked and Kevin eagerly agreed. Thirty minutes later, amid instructions to Kevin and lots of friendly banter, the tent was set up, the sleeping bags were in place inside. and their "lodging" for the night was ready.

"I'll bet you're hungry," Jerry said. "Do you want to catch some squirrels for dinner or should we go find a place to eat?"

"If you catch 'em, I'll cook 'em," Kevin laughed. His retorts to his grandpa's teasing were coming more easily and were more creative, which made both Kevin and Jerry proud and served to cement their bond further.

After a delicious meal in the nearest town, they returned to their camp site just after sunset. They set off to gather fire wood and as the darkness crept over them, they built a fire.

Sitting by the camp fire, Jerry turned to Kevin and asked, "Tell me, Kevin. And be honest. Is this better than playing a video game at home?"

"Tons better," he replied without hesitation. Then, he thought for a moment and said, "Grandpa, I want you to know how much I appreciate your bringing me along. Ricky--he's a friend at school--went camping with his dad last year and I was jealous. But this beats the crap out of what he did." Jerry ignored the near-profanity and let Kevin continue. "And there's something else I want you to know. I appreciate you're being a buddy to me. You're more than a grandpa. You're my best friend." He paused just a moment and concluded with, "I love you."

Kevin's obvious sincerity in expressing his love moved Jerry almost to tears. He enveloped Kevin in his arms, gave him a long bear-hug, and murmurred, "I love you too." They embraced for several minutes, each one relishing the close bond the embrace represented. Jerry had hugged his grandson before but much less frequently in recent years. Not that he didn't want to; it's just not cool for a teenager to hug. This hug, however, had a qualitatively different effect on them both because it was a manifestation of deep, abiding love. Neither of them realized that their loving embrace was a portent of things to come.

The fire had died down to embers when Jerry suggested that they turn in for the night. Kevin was completely willing in spite of having slept the entire morning away during the long drive on I-75.

Kevin searched his luggage and found his pajamas. On returning from the Jeep, he found his grandpa dousing the remaining embers of the fire with water from the lake. Both then entered the tent to get ready for bed. Kevin laid out his pajamas on the sleeping bag and noticed that his grandpa didn't have any. "Did you forget to pack your PJ's," he asked.

"Don't have any. I've slept in my birthday suit since I was your age."

"How come?" Kevin asked innocently.

"It just never made sense to me to wear special clothes to bed when you've got blankets--or in this case a sleeping bag--to keep you warm." That, of course, was a white lie. Jerry began sleeping nude for easier access to his cock and the habit continued even though his late wife initially objected to his lack of modesty. There were a few close calls when his daughter was very young and hadn't learned to respect the privacy of her parents' bedroom. But even now, Jerry enjoyed the free access to his cock and often fell asleep with one or both hands laid gently on his crotch.

Jerry was Kevin's idol in many ways so he said, "Well then, that's what I'll do, too." He had frequently wanted to do that recently but something held him back. Perhaps it was a vague fear of being found out and accused of being naughty. Such is the subtle way that society imposes restrictions on anything that hints of sexuality. However, if grandpa slept nude, it must be okay and Kevin siezed on the opportunity to do the same.

Suddenly, however, he realized the implication of being naked and, more significantly, seeing his grandpa naked. Therefore, he undressed as quickly as he could and crawled into the sleeping bag before his disobedient cock had a chance to react. But, safely hidden from view, it did react as Kevin watched his grandpa casually strip, not bothering to turn away from Kevin's probing eyes.

Jerry fell asleep very quickly but Kevin laid awake with forbidden thoughts commanding his attention. Although he was not to the point of admitting that he was gay, his attraction to other boys and to men was compelling. Girls held no interest for him; only the thoughts of other boys or men filled his fantasies when he masturbated. He mentally undressed boys and men but was never aroused at the thoughts of a naked female. He craved sexual intimacy with other boys but never had the courage or the opportunity to fulfill that need. He recognized that he was different than most boys or at least what society expected of boys--it could hardly be ignored--but he wasn't ready to admit that he was gay.

Now, he realized that he was attracted to his grandfather more deeply than to any other boy or man in his life. That, he knew, was not only homosexual but was incest. Homosexuality was not socially acceptable. Sexual relations between an adult and a minor was worse. But incest seemed to be the worst of all.

He grappled with his dilemma--respectability versus lust for, of all people, his grandfather. His love for his grandpa and his teen hormones pulled him one direction. He was horny and attracted to his grandpa. However, fear of the consequences of any sexual contact pulled him in an opposite direction. His grandpa would be offended and may even hate him for even thinking such thoughts. He was being figuratively drawn and quartered. And it hurt in ways that promised no relief from the pain. He was mature beyond his age but had no experience coping with these new urges that could not be met. Frustrated and tormented, he finally fell asleep.

To be continued...

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Posted: 09/28/07