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

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 Chapter 4
First Contact

"Now, how about some lunch," Jerry asked. The two of them returned to the camp site with their fish and Jerry showed Kevin how to prepare the fish for frying. It was an odd lunch--just fried fish and trail mix but it was very tasty and filling.

After cleaning up after lunch and dousing the fire, Jerry was pleased to see that Kevin's funky mood was now history. He had laughed during lunch and was back to his old self. However, when Jerry suggested a swim now that it had warmed up considerably since the chill of the morning, Kevin's mood seemed to sour. "Don't feel like a swim, then?" he asked.

"I do and I don't," Kevin replied. We had fun yesterday playing around in the water but..."

"But what?" Jerry probed.

"Well... I guess it's okay to tell you. I don't think you'll get mad or anything. It's just that...well...being naked with you gives me a hard-on. I've told you that I like boys. It's embarrassing but I can't help it."

"You didn't get hard yesterday. And even if you do today, I won't laugh at you or think anything less of you."

"But I did get hard, grandpa. When you were laying on the grass after our swim. Your eyes were closed so I stared at you. I got hard just looking at you and imagining what it would be like to touch you. There! I've said it. Are you ashamed of me for looking at you and getting all horny?"

"Not at all, Kevin. Knowing how you feel about boys, it's quite understandable. I don't mind that you looked at me. And I won't mind if you look at me again. You don't have to sneak a peek anymore. But turnabout is fair play. You know that I'm gay so I get to look at you all I want. Is that a fair deal?"

"You mean it? I can really look at you all I want and you won't care?"

"Yes, I mean it. But it's a bargain. I get to look at you and admire your body. You have to let me do that even if you get a hard-on."

"Deal!" Kevin exclaimed, delighted that he no longer had to conceal his interests or feel guilty. "You're really cool, grandpa."

"I'll be even cooler in the water," Jerry chuckled. "Let's go."

They walked down to the shore where Jerry began stripping off his clothes. Kevin, however, just watched. Jerry looked at him quizzically and Kevin said, "You said it was all right to look at you. Well, I'm looking."

Jerry was soon completely naked while Kevin sat on the ground fascinated with his uninhibited chance to really study a man's bare body. Jerry obliged by standing in front of the entranced boy, letting him get a good long look. The focus of Kevin's interest was, of course, Jerry's cock and balls. He wanted to touch them, fondle them...but that was not part of the bargain they had made. He could only do that in his imagination but that was enough to make his teen cock begin engorging.

"Hey!" Jerry called. "Earth to Kevin! Come in, please."

Jolted out of his intense scrutiny of Jerry's naked body, Kevin felt his embarrassment heat up his face to a noticable blush. "Sorry," he said. "But you said I could look all I wanted."

"Don't be sorry. It's okay. But unless you plan to sit there or jump in the water with your clothes on, you'd better strip."

"Right now?" Kevin asked, realizing that he had a full blown erection that would be more than obvious.

"Yes, now. You've looked at me and I get to look at you."

"You won't laugh or tease me about...well...I have this problem."

Jerry couldn't help laughing as he realized that Kevin was sporting a boner under his pants. "Sorry, Kevin. I'm not laughing because you have a hard-on. I guess I'm laughing because you're still shy about it. Remember what I said. It's perfectly normal for a teenager to get a boner. As long as the two of us understand that, there's no need to be embarrassed about it."

Somewhat reluctantly, in spite of his grandfather's assurances, Kevin stripped. As he lowered his boxers, his cock sprang up to a vertical position.

"Beautiful!" Jerry exclaimed as he felt a tingle in his own crotch. "You've got a beautiful body. You've got a cock to be proud of. Can I admire you a little while before we jump in the water?"

Kevin, flattered by his grandpa's obviously sincere compliment, obliged by turning slowly around to show his cute little ass as well as his now-throbbing cock.

"Earth to grandpa! Do you copy?""

Jerry laughed. Then Kevin laughed. Barriers had fallen as each of them now felt more at ease showing their real interest in the male body. Jerry ran to the shore and waded out followed closely by Kevin. For the next hour, the two buddies splashed, swam, dunked each other, and had fun doing it.

Back on the shore and tired, they laid down on a grassy spot to rest. Jerry laid on his back, Kevin at his side propped up on an elbow so he could exercise his license to study his grandfather's body. He longed to do more than look but he had no permission for that. He could only imagine how another man's cock would feel in his hands. He wondered if his grandpa's cock would get stiff like his own. He tried to visualize what it would look like hard. How much bigger would it get? Then he mentally pictured cum squirting out of that long, fat cock. How much would there be? How many blasts? Would his grandpa enjoy it as much as he did when he jerked off? All of this speculation brought Kevin's cock to rigidity and increased his desire to actually touch another person's cock, even if it was his grandpa's. He decided to take a risk.

"Grandpa. Can I touch it?"

"Touch what?" Jerry replied although if he had given it any thought, he would know what Kevin wanted.

"Your penis. I've never touched a penis other than my own and I just want to know what it's like. You said you would help me understand what being gay is like. Well, that's part of it. Touching each other I mean. Please."

"I don't think that's a good idea, Kevin. I did promise to help you but I meant explaining things. I didn't mean doing things with you that would be inappropriate between a man and a boy."

"But all I want to do is touch it. That's not like having sex or anything. Please, grandpa. Just once," Kevin whined.

"No. I understand how much you want to because I've felt the same way, especially when I was young and single. But we mustn't start things that will lead to something that's wrong. I love you and I want you to be happy but I have to say no touching."

Kevin scowled in disappointment but adopted another tactic. He got up on his knees with his very firm cock clearly visible to Jerry. "Do you want to touch mine?" he asked.

Jerry was severly tempted. The sight of a very erect teen cock on a boy who was completely willing to let Jerry touch and fondle it began to gnaw at his resistance. It didn't help that Kevin grabbed his cock and waved it back and forth in front of the man who had wanted just this opportunity for all of his adult life. But Jerry hesitated because he knew that it was a first step toward something he might not be able to stop.

Kevin correctly interpretted his grandpa's lewd look and decided to up the anti. He took Jerry's hand, lifted it, placed it on his now throbbing boner, and said, "It's okay with me if you touch it."

Jerry's resistance was ebbing fast and let his hand encircle the enticing shaft of meat. Contact with a hard, ready-for-action cock was enough to jump start Jerry's arousal. It felt wonderfully warm. The silky skin stretched tightly over a firmness that seemed to transmit a signal straight to Jerry's libido. That was the moment that changed history between Jerry and his grandson.

Kevin moaned ecstatically at the feel of someone else's hand on his cock, which was a further stimulus for Jerry to gently squeeze Kevin's pleasure pole. Kevin moved his grandpa's hand up and down his aching cock. Jerry didn't resist. Kevin threw back his head and moaned again. Jerry, no less than Kevin, was now locked into a path of passion from which there would be no exit. Jerry's cock rapidly rose to attention as his long-suppressed yearning for a gay experience mushroomed into an obsession.

The normally rational, analytical, and circumspect man yielded to a lust that had exploded within him after decades of dormancy. With no conscious thought of consequences, he began to slowly stroke Kevin's admirable cock. Kevin was equally caught up in the extraordinary pleasure of being masturbated by another person. His mind was a chaotic mixture of sublime pleasure and the exciting mystery of a new experience.

Jerry gradually quickened the pace of his stroking while fondling his own cock with his free hand. Both were leaking precum profusely when Kevin's balls tightened, he screamed, and several blasts of creamy cum erupted to land with a splatter on Jerry's chest. Weakened by the most intense orgasm of his young life, Kevin collapsed across his grandfather's chest with the fresh cum becoming a mortar between their two bodies. With Kevin lying on Jerry's chest and descending from his erotic orbit, Jerry's mind was a tangle of conflicting thoughts. He was thankful for the experience he had waited so long for. He regretted not having the will power to prevent it from happening. He was happy that his grandson experienced the joy of an obviously satisfying orgasm. He simultaneously feared and looked forward to further, even more intimate sex. His rational mind--the one that demanded an immediate stop to sexual contact--was about to gain the upper hand in the mental battle but it's dominance was jeopardized when Jerry felt Kevin stir and a youthful hand begin to fondle his still-hard cock.

"Kevin," Jerry began and was about to say that there could be no more sexual contact when Kevin interrupted him.

"Fair's fair. You touched mine. No I get to touch yours."

Jerry was about to resist when the sensations from his crotch short-circuited his thinking. He was harder than he remembered being for a long time. His balls were aching for release. And the feel of a hand stroking his cock overwhelmed him.

Kevin repositioned himself so that he could not only masturbate his grandfather but had a clear, close-up view of a man-sized cock. Jerry lay helplessly prisoner of his own sensual pleasure as Kevin's hand worked its magic. In a short time, Jerry tensed, bucked his hips into Kevin's hand, and shot two streams of cum followed by a slow, steady ooze that dripped into his pubes.

When Jerry's heart rate returned to normal and his breathing slowed to its regular rate, he opened his eyes and saw Kevin's face beaming with a brilliant smile.

"Kevin, what we did just now..." Jerry began.

"It was awesome," Kevin gushed, interrupting his grandpa.

"What we did..."

"I never imagined it would be so fantastic," Kevin gushed.

"Kevin, listen to me. I think..."

"Thank you, grandpa. I love you." Kevin fell on top of Jerry and gave him a long, tight hug.

Jerry forcably broke the embrace, lifted Kevin slightly, looked him in the eye sternly, and said. "We must not do this again."

Kevin's surprise and disappointment was palpable. He returned Jerry's gaze and said, "I enjoyed it. It made me happier than I've ever been. Did you enjoy it, too?"

"Of course. But we must never do it again."

"Why?"

"It's not right for a man and a boy to have sex. It's even more wrong for a grandfather to have sex with his grandson."

"But it made us both happy. What's wrong with being happy?"

"For one thing, it could seriously damage the relationship we have with each other. For another thing, I could go to jail."

"But we love each other," Kevin objected. "We do lots of things together just because we love each other. That won't change just because we've found something new to do with each other. And you won't go to jail if we keep it a secret. Nobody will know, will they?"

"It's not right, Kevin."

"Says who? Why is it wrong for two people who love each other to make each other happy?"

Jerry recognized, of course, that his arguments against sex with Kevin were weak. It was the arbitrary dictate of society and the law that no adult could have sex with anyone before their 18th birthday. Kevin was mature beyond his years--intellectually, physically, and emotionally. It was he that initiated the sexual contact and was surely aware of what he was doing and capable of making such a decision. Both Jerry and Kevin's mother had taught him to question everything, to base decisions on facts, and to reject patently wrong conventional wisdom. Continuing to argue over the arbitrary age of consent was a nonstarter.

Jerry took the coward's way out. "We'll discuss this later," he said in a tone that signalled 'no more.'

Kevin pouted and said, "Sure. Just like Mom. When I ask her for something, she says 'we'll see' in the hope that I'll forget about it."

They walked silently to the tent. Jerry grabbed a towel and cleaned off the cum that was beginning to cake on his torso. "Let's drive into town," Jerry said more as an announcement than a suggestion. "We can have an early dinner and then get a few groceries for tomorrow."

As they drove to town, niether had much to say but both had a lot to think about. Jerry wrestled with the advisability of giving Kevin what he wanted: a continuation of sex. Half way to town, he realized that he wanted it as much as Kevin. His dilemma then was to figure out how to end their illicit activities when the vacation was over and how to avoid hurting Kevin either when terminating the sex or by causing long-term emotional scarring. Kevin, meanwhile, was planning how he could overcome what he thought were his grandpa's objections and ensure even more intimate contact. By the time they reached town and pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant, both had the same goal and similar plans.

To be continued...

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Posted: 09/28/07