Date: Thu, 14 Jul 2016 10:16:41 +0000
From: Steve Smith <PogoPogo2012@hotmail.com>
Subject: At Last Part 8

At Last!  Part #8
Steve Smith
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The days following our coming out to our children were pretty routine other
than the extreme joy of waking up with Tommy every morning, and being with
him every evening after work and every weekend.  I talked to Patty on the
phone a couple of times and I was pleased to hear that all the kids had
either called her or went to see her, offering her their love and support.
She is coming to accept the reality of me being gay and us divorcing,
although she tried one more time to get us back together.

"Maybe Doris and I went a bit too far in our demand that you see
Dr. Richardson and that you and Tommy not see each other any more" she said
in one of our conversations.  "We are willing to go back to the every other
weekend arrangement like we had before".

"Patty", I calmly said, "You can't close the barn door after the horse is
out.  And I am literally out".  I couldn't blame her for trying and felt
badly for changing her life so dramatically.  We agreed to get the divorce
proceedings underway and promised we would separate our assets fairly.  In
addition to dividing our investments I told her she could keep the house,
for which she was grateful.  I didn't want her to have to undergo the
trauma of moving on top of losing me as her husband.

A couple weeks later, on a Saturday afternoon, there was a knock on our
apartment door.  Tommy and I were watching a college game on TV, in the
nude of course.  It startled us because rarely does anyone visit us and
when they do they always call first.  I looked through the peephole and saw
that it was my grandson, Aiden.  "One minute", I called out.  Tommy and I
both keep a pair of shorts and a T-shirt by the door just in case we have
to dress quickly.  In short order I was able to open the door.

"Aiden, what a nice surprise to see you", I said as we embraced.  "What
brings you here?  How did you know where I lived?"

"Hi Papa, hi Tommy", he said.  "Uncle Jason gave me your address.  Grandpa,
I need to talk to you about something".  He looked uncomfortable, very
unlike his normal easygoing nature.  Tommy immediately picked up on this
and told us that he would leave us alone to talk and said he needed to do
some grocery shopping.  He got his wallet, put on his shoes, and left.

Aiden is a great kid and we have always had a special bond, probably
because I always take whatever he says or does seriously.  I've encouraged
him to do his best in school and in his sports and often tell him how proud
of him I am.  Even though just turning sixteen he was already just an inch
short of six feet tall.  His long and lanky body would fill out in time.
His shaggy dark brown hair fell just above his eyes and over his ears.  He
had bright hazel eyes, like my own.  He wore black-framed glasses that gave
him a cute Harry Potter look.

We talked for a while about school and his extracurricular activities.  He
asked me to show him around the apartment.  In the bedroom he paid special
attention to the three pictures that Tommy's brother Jake had drawn up at
the cabin.  We had retrieved them one weekend recently and framed them.  I
was embarrassed for my grandson to see them since they showed Tommy and me
each with oversized erect cocks and the one with Tommy and I making love
was really graphic.  I apologized for them but he just nervously laughed
and said he has seen a lot more than that on the Internet.  He kept
fidgeting and I could tell something serious was on his mind.

When we got back to the living room I asked, "What's wrong?"

He beat around the bush for a while, finally telling me that he had
overheard his mother and father talking about me, saying how disgusting it
was that I was in a homosexual relationship.

"Papa, they kept going on and on about how awful and sinful you are".

"Well, I don't think I am awful and sinful".

"I don't think you are awful and sinful either.  Can I ask you a really
personal question?"

"Sure, I've told you many times that I would always have your back and we
could talk about anything that might be on your mind".

Blushing he said, "When did you realize you were gay?"

"Down deep, even as a teenager, I felt a strong sexual attraction to other
boys and then other men when I was in college, but I suppressed those
feelings."  I told him about my growing up years in my very conservative
Catholic home.  I told him how I struggled with my sexual identity all my
life and that it was only after I met Tommy that I allowed my true self to
be realized.  "Why do you ask?" I questioned.

"Well, sometimes I, um, think about, um, other guys when I am um, um, um,
you know".

"When you are masturbating?"

Aiden's face turned crimson.  "Yes", he softly said with his eyes turned
downward.

"Aiden, first of all you should not be embarrassed that you masturbate".

"But some of the guys at school say only losers and homos jack off.  And I
kind of do it a lot.  Maybe there is something wrong with me.  Maybe I am a
loser".

"Aiden, you are far from being a loser and you need to know that just about
every guy jacks off.  I'd bet a million dollars that those same guys are
masturbating as well but would never admit it.  Don't listen to them.
Masturbation is a special gift.  It brings pleasure and sexual relief to a
guy.  Why not use that gift?  As long as you are doing it in private,
whether alone or with someone else, and it isn't interfering with your
schoolwork or extracurriculars, you need to just lay back, so to speak, and
enjoy it."

"Did you jack off when you were my age?"

"Of course I did.  I still do.  And so did your father."

With wide eyes he said, "You do?  He did?  How do you know?"

"Well, I think I know when I'm getting myself off", I kidded.

"No", he laughed.  "I mean my father.  How do you know he jacked off?"

"When your father and your uncles started going into puberty I sat each one
down and not only talked to them about how babies are made but also talked
to them about the joy of masturbation.  I pretty much told them what I just
told you; that masturbation is the body's gift to itself and one should
never feel guilty for doing it.  I know your father masturbated because he
took a lot of long showers with the bathroom door locked, as most teenage
boys do, and there were always many tell tale signs of cum stains on his
sheets.  I was happy that he was enjoying himself and using that gift.
Didn't you and your dad ever talk about it?"

"When I first started doing it, I was almost twelve, I tried asking him
questions because I was worried and confused but he simply said that one
should control one's urges as best they could and then changed the subject.
I tried talking to him again when I was around fourteen because I was
really getting into it a lot but worried that I was doing something harmful
to myself.  He just quoted a passage from the Bible about Onan spelling his
seed on the ground and being punished by God for it.  Then he changed the
subject again.  He made me feel even more guilty about doing it, although
it didn't and doesn't stop me from jacking off a lot".

"And what is a lot?"

Blushing again he said, "Well, I masturbate just about every day, sometimes
even two or three times some days.  Did you ever masturbate that often?"

"Aiden, it is perfectly normal for a teenage boy to masturbate daily and
even multiple times during the day.  It is even normal for an adult man,
especially one who is not in a sexual relationship with another man or
woman, to masturbate daily as well.  Why I remember when I was about your
age my family was away for the day so I had a contest with myself to see
how many times in one day I could masturbate".

"You did?  How many times did you do it?"

Chuckling I said, "Nine.  But I must tell you that my penis was pretty sore
by the end of the day and only a few drops of juice came out on number
nine.  It was fun, but after a day or two of rest I went back to my couple
times a day routine, which really is more pleasurable.  Now let's talk
about what you are thinking about when you masturbate".  His face got red
again.  "Don't be embarrassed.  You said that you think about guys
sometimes.  Do you think about girls too?"

"Yes, I can masturbate to a picture of a hot girl but to be honest I
probably think of another guy's junk much more than I do a girl's privates.
I even go on the Internet to find pictures and videos of naked men.  Dad
thinks he has parental controls on my computer but I know how to get around
them.  Does looking at naked men on the Internet mean I'm gay?"

"What about when you are at the beach or the pool?  Do you enjoy looking at
girls in their bikinis or do you mainly focus on the guys in their bathing
suits?"

"Both, but I especially like to see guys if they have a Speedo on.  And in
the locker room and showers at schools I check out the other guys.  I'm
gay, aren't I?" he asked again.

"Aiden, just about all guys check the equipment of other guys especially at
your age.  Teenage boys can be very insecure about the size of their
penises and they often just want to make sure they aren't much different
than others.  And you have to remember that when a guy hits puberty, how
fast one starts growing in height and starts growing the size of their
penis can vary widely between guys even of the same age".

"Oh, I'm not insecure.  I'm already six inches and still growing", he
blurted out.  I burst out laughing.  "TMI?" he asked.

"Six inches soft or hard?" I joked.

Not knowing I was kidding he said, "Oh, I wish I was 6 inches when soft.
That would really make all the other guys' heads turn".

I couldn't resist taking the joke further and asked, "Turning which of
their heads?'  He had a puzzled look on his face.  As he tried to figure
out what I meant, I thought back when I was a teenager and just about every
week I would sneak my mother's cloth tape measure out from her sewing box
to check out the length and girth of my hard cock.  I was always so proud
when it would go up a notch or two.  He then got the joke.

"Oh, I get it.  The head of their dicks!  Maybe my Dad is right and you are
sinful".

"Maybe I am", I laughed.  Then getting serious I said, "Just because you
think of other guys sometimes and check out their bodies on the beach or in
the locker room doesn't necessarily mean you are gay.  At your age your sex
hormones are raging and you probably get a hard on from eating Cheerios.
So relax and try to go with the flow.  Maybe you are gay, maybe you are
straight, and maybe you are some where in between".  I explained to him at
length how each person's sexuality is determined at birth and how it can
range from total heterosexuality to total homosexuality although I told him
that I didn't think a person is ever 100% in either direction.  I explained
that lifestyle and choices could modify one's orientation a bit in either
direction but that for the most part we are who we are.

With a very concerned look on his face he said, "I've got to tell you about
one other thing that I thought I would never tell another living soul but I
know I can trust you and it is so easy to talk to you.  Promise me you
won't tell any one, except Tommy I guess, but you have to swear him to
secrecy as well.  I hope you won't think less of me when I tell you".

"I promise".  I was fearful he was going to tell me something awful like he
was being sexually abused.

"Well, um, sometimes, um, when I, um, masturbate, um, um, I put something,
um, up in me.  That's kind of gross isn't it?"

Relieved because that was all it was, I said, "No, some people might think
it's gross to put something up your butt but I don't.  If it gives you
pleasure, you are careful that whatever you put in you can easily get out,
and you don't hurt yourself, then I think it is perfectly fine and
natural".

"What's it like to have sex with another person?" he then asked, quickly
changing the subject.  He was on a roll.

"As much fun as it is to masturbate, it's triple the fun and pleasure to
have sex with someone you love.  Because when you make love to your soul
mate you want to do things for the other person's pleasure and find it is
more important than your own pleasure.  Strangely, when you think mainly
about giving the other person pleasure your own pleasure increases
significantly".

"Is Tommy your soul mate?"

"Yes, he is", I lovingly said.

"I gotta go", he suddenly exclaimed as he jumped up.  "I didn't realize how
late it was getting and Dad thinks I went over to my best friend Jeff's
house for the afternoon.  If I don't have the car back by dinnertime there
will be hell to pay.  I told Jeff not to call me on the house phone so I
wouldn't get trapped in my lie.  He's cool.  Speaking of Jeff, I have one
other thing to tell you and ask.  Jeff sometimes hints around that perhaps
the two of us could maybe do some personal things together, if you know
what I mean.  He even asked once if I could ever jack off with someone
else.  I think he'd like us to jack together.  I'd like to but I am scared
if someone like my dad found out or it changed my friendship with Jeff.
Would it be wrong if we did some, you know, guy things together?"

I couldn't help but notice that Aiden had a very evident erection in his
loose basketball shorts, obviously from our conversation and from talking
about he and Jeff.  "No, there is nothing wrong or bad about that.  If you
trust him and take it slow, and only do what the two of you are comfortable
in doing, then it again is perfectly normal".

Aiden was leaving just as Tommy got back.  Aiden hugged and thanked me for
a reassuring discussion.  I could feel his erection as he hugged me.  He
promised to come back soon, which brought joy to my heart.  "We don't have
to talk about sex the next time if you don't want to" he whispered in my
ear.  I whispered back, "We can talk about anything that's on your mind,
including sex if you want."  He then hugged Tommy saying to him, "I'm glad
you are my Grandfather's soul mate.  You must have a lot of fun together".
Aiden smiled and winked at me as he went out the door.

With a puzzled look on his face, Tommy asked, "What was all that about?
Did he have a hard on?"

I must admit the talk with Aiden also made me horny so that I too had an
erection straining to get out of my shorts.  I took Tommy's hand and led
him to the bedroom.  "I'll tell you all about it after I suck and fuck you,
then masturbate for you", I said.

"Wow, that must have been some talk", he laughed.

After an hour of love making and me causing Tommy to have two pretty
intense orgasms, we laid continently back on the pillows.

"If that is the result, Aiden needs to come over more often for a talk with
you", he joked.

I smiled and told Tommy the whole conversation Aiden and I had.

"Hmmm", Tommy said.  "Sounds like he could be leaning gay".

"Yes", I said, "but I am going to encourage him to not make any decisions
on his sexual identity and let things slowly play out.  I'm going to
suggest that he keep his feelings and actions low key in high school and
then experiment and maybe decide once he is in college and out of his
house".

"I wish I had had a father or grandfather like you to talk to when I was
young", Tommy said.

"Me too", I said.  "I'm going to do everything I can to help him.  It's
nice to be out and able to talk so freely about feelings and sexual needs.
I always wanted to be more open and helpful to others.  Now I can do that.
At Last!"