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

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 Chapter 14
Tears of Sorrow, Tears of Joy

Half an hour later, Jerry asked, "Do you want to swim here or in the pool back at the Lodge?"

"Let's go back to the Lodge," Kevin replied. "Maybe we can stop at the cabin for a while before going to the pool."

"Right," Jerry said. "It would be a good idea to shower. We'll be pretty dirty and sweaty by that time."

"But I thought we might..."

"Shower together?" Jerry interrupted. "Great idea. Saves time. Saves water."

Jerry's teasing was not lost on Kevin but he persisted in suggesting some more sex play. "And then you can keep your promise. Remember you said that we could bathe each other in the daylight? So we could see everything ... and get 'everything' clean?"

"Just what I had in mind, horny toad."

"Hey! I'm not the only horny one, am I?"

By late afternoon, two weary hikers returned to their cabin. Kevin had his shirt, shoes, and socks off almost before Jerry had locked the door. He then turned to see Jerry just standing at the door carefully watching him. Guessing what his grandfather wanted, Kevin slowly and seductively lowered his trousers as Jerry stared with an undiminished awe at the erotic sight. "Hey," he said, "You can't see any more unless I get to look at you, too."

Jerry chuckled and began to undress. They stood before each other in their underwear, each grinning lustfully at the other and thinking of what would happen in the shower. Kevin's briefs were starting to bulge as he grew impatient to begin. As if it had been choreographed, they pushed their underwear down, let them fall to their ankles, and stepped out of them. Neither lost sight of the other with particular attention to the other's crotch.

Together, they walked into the bathroom. Jerry turned on the water and adjusted the temperature before stepping into the shower stall and inviting Kevin in. The shower stall was small, cramped for two people, but that didn't matter. They wanted to be close together anyway.

Kevin took the initiative, picked up the soap, and started to lather Jerry's body. From neck to waist and then from toes to thighs. Slowly. Tenderly. Erotically. He reached behind Jerry to wash the cheeks of his ass making sure to thoroughly wash -- and stimulate -- Jerry's hole. He almost giggled when he saw Jerry's hard cock twitch with each pass of a finger across the pucker. He then turned his attention to Jerry's pubes, balls, and cock. The washing was definitely secondary. His primary purpose was to further arouse his partner and was supremely successful in doing so. Jerry by this time was unconsciously bucking his hips and felt that his orgasm couldn't be far away. Kevin rinsed the soap off Jerry's cock and eagerly took it into his mouth.

Jerry was beside himself. His cockhead was being erotically teased by Kevin's mouth and tongue. The base of his cock was being methodically stroked by one of Kevin's hands. His ass hole was being massaged and then penetrated by a finger of the other hand. The cumulative sensations were accentuated by the warm water hitting his back and rolling down his torso and legs. As delightful as all of that was, the urge for release was stronger and he shot three strong volleys of cum into Kevin's welcoming mouth.

Kevin then stood and helped Jerry stand on weakened legs. They embraced and kissed. When Jerry had regained his strength, he lovingly washed Kevin, saving his most attentive efforts to the seemingly perpetual erection of the teenager. But then he stopped, much to Kevin's disappointment. He had sensed that Kevin was about to shoot and he had another plan in mind. "Let's dry off and get into bed," he said with a wicked grin.

They dried each other. Jerry remained flaccid but Kevin's erection showed no signs of going down, especially since Jerry was sure to keep it stimulated. Jerry led Kevin to the bed and laid him down on his back. He kissed and caressed every inch of his body, returning frequently to the very stiff cock that twitched and throbbed at every touch.

When Jerry sensed that Kevin was on the brink, he would divert his attention to another part of the boy's body before returning to fondle and suckle on Kevin's manhood. Each cycle of the sex play was shorter than the last. With each cycle, Kevin's urge grew stronger until he was begging for relief. His fists were clenching the sheets. He was moaning. He was thrashing and bucking his hips. But Jerry continued the torture, confident that it would ultimately conclude with a mind-blowing orgasm.

Which it did. Kevin's whole body was consumed by waves of erotic, intoxicating sensations. And then the explosion. Strong blasts of cum shot up through his cock into Jerry's throat. Each one painfully satisfying, each one easing the pent up pressure that was a prelude to electrifying relief. He fell back onto the bed unable to move, unable to think, able only to feel the sensations gradually fade away.

It was fully ten minutes for his heart beat to subside to a normal pace, his breathing to normalize, his strength to return to his muscles, and his mind to clear. He turned his head and looked at Jerry who lay beside him and who was gazing at him. He couldn't find the words to express the utter joy he felt nor his gratitude. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Jerry, hugged him so tightly it was almost painful, buried his head in Jerry's shoulder and cried tears of joy.

Jerry's eyes were also wet but for another reason. His were tears of sorrow. While Kevin was recuperating, Jerry was thinking that the relationship must end in only two more days. The young man who had become his lover would then become -- must become -- his grandson.

To be continued...

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Posted: 10/05/07