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

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 Chapter 9
Second Thoughts, New Beginning

Jerry was the first to awaken the next morning. As the fog of slumber ebbed away, he was suddenly conscious of naked boy spooned into his back--a boy whose morning woodie was undeniably nestled into the crack of his ass. He smiled as he thought of the extremely erotic pleasures of the night before. It was what he had yearned for since his college days. And the dream came true. Those thoughts caused his cock to begin swelling.

But a troublesome thought invaded his mind. Kevin was a minor and his grandson. What in the world had possessed him in allowing it to happen? He reminded himself that it was Kevin who initiated it. It was Kevin who was tormented by his sexuality and needed help in coping with the problem. The sexual contact was justified because they loved each other, it was what both wanted, and helping Kevin cope took the highest priority. But did that really justify what he had done? Was it simply rationalizing? Was helping Kevin just an excuse for satisfying his own selfish needs? Was he hurting or helping a boy that was mature beyond his age but not yet an adult? Should he end the illicit relationship? Would that hurt Kevin even more? Those questions put an abrupt end to his arousal.

Before he had decided what to do, Kevin stirred, hugged Jerry, and said, "Good morning."

"Good morning," Jerry replied. "Sleep well?"

"Never better," the boy gushed as he hugged Jerry even more tightly, which only partially dissipated Jerry's concern over continuing Kevin's sex education.

"Up and at 'em," Jerry said to suggest that they get up and get breakfast.

"I'm already up," Kevin replied as he pressed his erection into Jerry's butt firmly.

Although he was still conflicted about further sex play, Jerry couldn't help but chuckle. "Not now," he said. "I've got to pee and I'm starving. Let's get dressed and have breakfast."

"Condition two?" Kevin asked.

"I guess so."

"So how come you're always invoking condition two and I haven't yet?"

"Condition three." Jerry replied.

Kevin thought about that for a moment before saying "Oh." However, he then felt compelled to say, "You're saying no and I understand that. But there's something I don't think I understand. Is it that you can't or that you just don't want to?"

"Oh, I want to, Kevin. And I'm sure I can, especially with someone as good looking as you. But I promised to be honest with you so I'll tell you the real reason. I'm having second thoughts about what we're doing. I'm extraordinarily pleased that you are happy doing it and I enjoy it just as much but I can't stop wondering if I did the right thing by letting it get started. I know we have discussed this before -- it's illegal, many say immoral. I worry about the long term effect it will have on you. You have your life ahead of you and I would be devastated if I thought that our sex play would haunt you or even bother you in the future."

"Yes, we have discussed it. You've helped me come to terms with who I really am. You've helped me accept that being gay is not sick. You've given me advice on how to handle feelings that had been growing worse and worse for years. So the discussions have helped me, grandpa. As for the sex play, that's helped me, too. I now know the pleasure of gay sex and I can't thank you enough for that. I know that you did it for me more than for yourself. And one thing more. I didn't like condition three at first and still don't but I'm beginning to understand the reason. I'm beginning to understand that you insisted on it out of concern for me. For all of that, grandpa, I love you even more than before."

Jerry was speechless at Kevin's insight, understanding, and most of all his appreciation and love. He could only hug his grandson in a lingering embrace while fighting back his tears. Kevin had obviously spoken sincerely and only secondarily if at all, to erase those nagging second thoughts. But erase them it did. Jerry was now far more comfortable continuing the sex -- for Kevin's benefit more than his own -- until the end of the vacation.

Again without speaking, Jerry broke the embrace, rose, and got out of the sleeping bag. He slipped on his boxers and left the tent to pee. Kevin followed immediately without bothering to cover himself. They stood by a tree and emptied their bladders but Jerry couldn't help admire his grandson who, in addition to his intellect and emotional maturity, had a body that was nothing short of amazing. If only he were 40 years younger. If only Kevin were not his grandson. If only.

Jerry had no doubt at all about the necessity of condition three but still regretted that it had to be enforced.

Following breakfast, Jerry retrieved a portable weather radio from the Jeep only to learn that a storm was approaching from the west. The forecast was for two days of steady rain. "Time to move on, Kevin. If we go north into the Upper Peninsula of Michigan and then west into Wisconsin, we'll put ourselves on the other side of the storm. I know a place that I think will be perfect."

"Where's that?"

"It's a resort. With fishing, boating, hiking trails, horseback riding, lot's of things that I think we would both enjoy."

"Sounds like fun. So we'll camp there?"

"No. They have a big lodge, almost like a small hotel. We can get a room there or they might have a cabin available. Either way, we can use the indoor or outdoor swimming pool, eat real food in their restaurant, and take a hot shower."

"Together?" Kevin asked.

Jerry didn't understand the question and looked quizzically at Kevin.

"Remember when we washed up in the lake? You said next time we'd do it in daylight when we could see each other better."

"Kevin!" Jerry exclaimed. "I've told you about all the activities available at the resort and you're interested only in showering with me?"

"Well...ah..." Kevin stammered. Everything sounds like fun but I just...well..."

"Never mind," Jerry replied. "I know what's on your mind and I think maybe, just maybe, we can carve out some time for that."

Within an hour, they were packed and on their way. An hour after that, they were crossing the Makinac Bridge over Lake Huron where Kevin could hardly contain his awe at the sight of the long bridge with vast expanses of water on either side. Soon after that, they stopped for lunch where Jerry called ahead to the resort for reservations. Interrupting the call momentarily, he turned to Kevin to say, "We're in luck. They have a room at the lodge and also have a cabin. Which would you prefer?"

"You choose," Kevin said tactfully. "You've been there and know which would be best. For what we want to do," he added with a smirk.

Jerry scowled at him and told the reservations clerk that he would take the cabin, and yes, they would arrive before 6:00 p.m.
and finally, "No, I've been there before so I know how to get there."

Back in the Jeep, Jerry headed north on route 123 and then west on route 117 toward Wisconsin. During the drive, Jerry felt compelled to give Kevin some words of caution. "When we get there, Kevin, we won't be alone in the woods. There will be a lot of people around. Remember what I said about condition one?"

"Sure. We've got to keep it a secret."

"There's more to it than that. Do you remember?

"Of course. We have to act like grandpa and grandson. We can't do or say things that would arouse suspicion."

"Very good. I should have known that you would remember. But there's something else I said when we talked about it."

Kevin thought without recalling any more than he had already said. "Sorry. Give me a hint."

"If you do or say something wrong or stupid?"

"Oh yeah. You'll let me know about it."

"That's an important part of your education, Kevin. Now that you have accepted the fact that you're gay, you'll have to learn to avoid the discrimination and persecution that gay boys can suffer. You'll have to always be careful about what you say and how you look at handsome men and boys."

"But I already know that," Kevin objected.

"Yes, in a way you do but in another way you might not. Why do you think Patrick started messing around with you when you were swimming?"

"Oh," Kevin said with surprise. "Was I looking at him and showing interest in a way that...?"

"I'm sure that's part of it. Of course, he was attracted to you. Who wouldn't be? You're bright and personable and when you're naked nobody who's interested could fail to notice what a totally sexy body you have."

"So you're saying I should be more careful?"

"Yes, because you can unintentionally invite unwanted advances from people who just want a quickie -- biff, bang, thank you man. But you must also be aware that you can use your personality and good looks to attract someone you want to attract. Perhaps even more importantly, you can try to be a keen observer of how others look at you, how they talk to you, and how they might feel about you. Then you can respond appropriately by either discouraging or encouraging them."

Kevin was silent for the next several miles while he considered what he had heard and tried to predict what his future might be. Finally, he said, "Thanks, grandpa. For helping me accept what I am and for helping me learn how to live with it. I know I've got a lot more to learn but you've given me a head start. I love you."

To be continued...

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Posted: 09/28/07