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

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 Chapter 7
The Visitor

Patrick Sean O'Connor rowed his boat to a spot about 20 yards from shore. He had had no luck fishing the deep water at the center of the lake so he thought he might try a shallower spot. He put fresh bait on the hook and dropped the line into the water. While waiting for a nibble, he resumed thinking about what to do with his life. Just three weeks earlier, he was stationed at the Coronado Naval Base in San Diego. He had joined the Navy after high school and loved his duty. He had decided to make the Navy a career. A premature discharge had scuttled his plans. It seems he had run afoul of the military's "don't ask, don't tell" policy and was therefore deemed to be unfit for serving his country.

He returned home, struggled through the distress and disgrace of telling his homophobic parents the reason for his discharge, and faced an uncertain future. Clearly, he thought, he would have to find a place to live. That would require finding a job. But what kind of job? More significantly, he couldn't decide whether to come out openly. His parents knew who and what he was. A few shipmates knew because he carelessly confided in one whom he thought he could trust. But he also understood the risks and consequences of fully adopting a gay life.

He was startled to hear a voice. He couldn't make out what the voice said but it came from the direction of the shore. He looked over and saw a tent, a Jeep parked nearby, and a naked young man walking away from the tent toward a stand of trees. The boy was a mere 20 yards away so Patrick could easily tell that the boy had a rigid erection. He watched as the boy let go a long stream of piss that arced up and hit a tree trunk easily six feet off the ground. The boy then walked to the Jeep. Staring in disbelief, he saw the naked boy walk back to the tent with what appeared to be a duffle bag and disappear into the tent. The boy, he reasoned, was probably too young to drive and would certainly not be able to afford a new Grand Cherokee. That left a two mysteries. Who else was in the tent? If the boy was naked, would the other person also be naked?

Although the sight of a naked male aroused him, he felt guilty for his voyeuristic behavior. In the next few minutes, with no more activity on shore, Patrick decided that he would wait a little longer and then row over to shore to meet the campers.

Soon, another figure emerged from the tent. A man. An older man. Fully clothed but still identifiable as a fit and rugged looking. It must be the boy's father because only that would explain the boy's being naked in the tent and walking naked to the Jeep to retrieve a duffle bag. The man relieved himself near where the boy had and returned to set some branches and logs for a fire.

The boy came out of the tent, fully clothed, soon after. He walked to the man and gave him a hug. Surely, then, this was a father-son outing. They spoke to each other but softly enough that Patrick couldn't hear what they said. Patrick reeled in his line and was preparing to row ashore to meet the two campers.

On shore, Jerry and Kevin heard a sound from out on the lake. It was the rattle of oars in oarlocks. Both were astonished that they hadn't noticed the boat on the lake earlier. "Omigod!" exclaimed Kevin.

"What's the matter," Jerry asked with concern.

"He must have been out there when I got the duffle bag. I was naked. He probably saw me. He probably saw my boner." Kevin's tone of voice reflected something between distress and panic.

"He probably did, Kevin. But that's not the end of the world. I know it's embarrassing for you but don't let it bother you too much."

The boat was now headed directly toward them and it wasn't long before the man in the boat jumped onto shore and tied the boat to a small willow tree. "Good morning," Patrick said cheerfully. "I was fishing when I saw your tent and I thought I would just drop by to say hello."

"Good morning," Jerry replied. Kevin was too embarrassed to say anything.

"I'm Patrick O'Connor." he said as he extended his hand.

Jerry shook his hand and said, "Jerry Knowland. And this is my grandson, Kevin."

"Grandson?" Patrick blurted out. "I'd have guessed father but not grandson."

"Thanks," Jerry replied. "We're on a little vacation before school starts and thought we would do some camping."

"Don't see many campers here," Patrick acknowledged. "But then I've been away in the Navy for a while. Now I'm a civvie and thought I'd spend some time fishing and relaxing before looking for a job."

"Say," Jerry said. "We're about to have breakfast. Would you join us? There's plenty. And we'd like to hear about your Navy experiences."

Patrick accepted the invitation but resolved not to say anything about his premature discharge.

Over breakfast, Jerry noticed, with curiosity more than suspicion, that Patrick was paying special attention to Kevin. He assumed, incorrectly, that Patrick was just trying to engage the boy in the conversation. He knew the reason for Kevin's uncharacteristic silence and admired the way Patrick made the effort to include him. They chatted about being a sailor but also about Kevin's school, athletic activities, and hobbies. The effort paid off. Within 20 minutes, Kevin was his amiable self and seemed to have taken a liking to the unexpected visitor.

Following breakfast, Patrick said, "Say, I noticed you don't have a boat. Would you like to go out to the deeper water with me and try your luck there?"

Kevin eagerly accepted but belatedly looked at his grandpa, fearing that he had agreed to something he shouldn't have.

Jerry smiled and said, "That's very kind. We'd be happy to." Kevin breathed a sigh of relief.

Nearly two hours later, having caught only two fish, they rowed back to shore. By this time, Kevin and Patrick had developed a real rapport. All three had to relieve themselves so Patrick walked toward the trees in one direction while Jerry and Kevin went into the trees on the opposite side of camp. As he peed, Kevin said, "If he saw me naked with a boner, he didn't say anything. He's nice. Can we invite him to stay for lunch?"

"Of course. I'll ask him."

Although Jerry and Kevin enjoyed the solitude and the privacy of being alone together in the relative wilderness, both welcomed Patrick's presence. He was an interesting conversationalist, very pleasant company.

By the time lunch was over and cleared away, Jerry had noticed several instances where Kevin was paying attention to Patrick's body--his muscular arms and chest along with his crotch that would occasionally show a slight bulge. At first, Jerry attributed this to Kevin's admitted orientation but it began to trouble him. Even more troubling was that Patrick was looking at Kevin in ways that began to strongly suggest more than just casual friendship. He decided to do two things. First, he would pay more attention in order to verify a growing suspicion that Patrick was coming on to Kevin. Second, he would have to talk to Kevin about looking too long in the wrong places.

"Thanks for breakfast and lunch and most of all for the pleasant company," Patrick said looking at Jerry.

"Glad to have your company as well," Jerry replied.

"But I don't want to wear out my welcome," Jerry said. "I'm sure you two have plans for the afternoon."

"That's the beauty of a vacation like this--no set schedule. We can do what we want."

"And what do you do when the fish aren't biting?"

"Whatever we're in the mood for," Jerry replied.

Just then, Kevin interjected, "Usually we swim in the afternoon when it gets hot."

Jerry was surprised that Kevin said that because he had been so shy and embarrassed at being seen naked and must have known that Patrick might join them to swim. Could it be that Kevin was conspiring to get his new friend to take off his clothes?

"Sounds like fun," Patrick said to Kevin, with a suspicious grin. I'd ask to join you but I don't have my swim trunks with me."

"No problem," Kevin shot back. "We skinny-dip. As long as it's just guys, it's okay."

Jerry noted with alarm Kevin's eager invitation and Patrick's sly smile--the clearest evidence yet, although still not conclusive, of what both Patrick and Kevin were interested in.

"Well," Patrick began with forced hesitation. "If you don't mind, I would like to join in the fun."

Kevin jumped up, ran to the shore line, and began to strip. Patrick followed, slowly, and was undressing as Kevin watched from about 15 feet away in the water. Patrick turned to Jerry and called out, "Aren't you going to join us?"

"No," Jerry said seriously. "I'll just sit here and watch you two." He hoped that his tone of voice would carry the message, 'don't mess with my grandson!'

For a while, everything was innocent enough. Kevin and Patrick swam, splashed each other, dunked one another, and laughed almost continuously. Then things subtly changed. Patrick would dive under the surface and a moment later, Kevin would squeal and jump. Patrick would surface but the scenario repeated several times. Then Kevin began diving under the water followed by Patrick's jump. It took no leap of imagination to conclude that they were grab-assing or, worse, copping a feel of each other's cocks.

Jerry tried to invent an excuse to call Kevin in out of the water but abandoned the effort when whatever game they were playing stopped. Patrick now seemed to be coaching Kevin on the breast stroke. It seemed clear that the focus was on timing his breathing with the movement of his arms and legs. In a flash of recognition, Jerry realized that Patrick was holding Kevin up on the surface of the water. Where were his hands? Was he fondling Kevin using the pretense of coaching him?

Again, Jerry was on the brink of interceding when the suspicious activity stopped. Both Patrick and Kevin now stood with water up to their chests talking to each other in suspiciously soft voices. Where were their hands?

Abruptly, Kevin pushed Patrick away and waded toward shore. Without a word to Jerry, he walked to the tent. His cock was not hard but it was not flaccid, either. Kevin returned with two towels. By this time, Patrick was also out of the water. His cock, too, was half way between soft and hard. He accepted a towel from Kevin. Both dried off and dressed without saying a word.

"I'd better be on my way now," Patrick said to Jerry. "Thanks again for the hospitality. Enjoy the rest of your vacation." With that he walked to his boat, got in, and rowed away.

Jerry turned to Kevin who was now sitting and watching Patrick row toward the opposite side of the lake, avoiding eye contact with Jerry.

Jerry was torn between interrogating his grandson about what went on and letting Kevin decide whether to say anything. He opted for the former. "So what happened? Why did Patrick leave so suddenly?" Kevin continued to stare straight ahead. "Talk to me, Kevin. Whatever happened, I still love you."

Kevin finally made eye contact with Jerry. "I screwed up, grandpa. I'm sorry."

"Want to tell me about it?"

"We were having fun swimming. I really liked him. He was friendly and...I have to admit it...he was good looking. But then he started to grab my bum. One time, he even stuck a finger in my crack and touched my hole. I did it back to him. That was my first mistake, It only encouraged him and he started grabbing my cock. Second mistake. I did it back to him. Then he reminded me that you were watching and he had an idea. That was when he started helping me with the breast stroke, He was touching and rubbing my cock. It felt good so I let him. That's another mistake. I guess I fooled myself into thinking that it was all just a bit of naughtily fun. I should have known better. Then he started talking dirty to me. He said he would like to fuck my little ass. He said we could go into the woods and fuck each other. I said 'no' just you said I could when I didn't want to do something. But he kept trying to talk me into it. He said we could ditch the old man and have a really good time. That's when I shoved him and got out of the water. I really screwed up, grandpa, and I'm sorry." Kevin was on the verge of tears.

"Come over here," Jerry said soothingly. Kevin willingly fell into his grandpa's arms.

"I'm sorry. Really sorry. I should have known better."

"First of all, Kevin, I understand. I understand that it felt good so that's why you let him play with your cock, even when it went beyond playfulness. You let things go too far but consider it another lesson in your sex education. Next time, you'll handle the situation better than this time."

"Yeah, but I stopped it only partly because I finally realized what he was really after--just quickie sex. What really pissed me off was that he called you 'the old man.' You're not an old man. You're my grandpa. You're my best friend, and I love you."

As they continued to hug each other, Kevin still felt guilty about what he had done but relieved that his grandpa understood and forgave him. Jerry did, in fact, understand why things escalated but he was extraordinarily touched that Kevin came to his senses at least partly because of the 'old man' epithet.
 

To be continued...

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Posted: 09/28/07