Date: Mon, 12 Jul 2004 22:14:25 -0500
From: Gerald Simmons <umpire@columnist.com>
Subject: Childhood Memories with Grandpa

I never had a very close relationship with my father. He was a sports
reporter for the local paper, and so he was gone much of time covering
games. So I never really felt liked I belonged to the club of boys and
men who talked about how their favorite team fared the previous night.

Looking back on it, I think my father just didn't really know how to
relate to a son except through sports, but at the time I thought he was
ashamed of me. As a result our relationship never really improved.

I was much closer to my grandfather on my mother's side than to my dad.
He lived a few hours away, but he would come visit us several times a
year. (My grandmother died when I was very young, and I barely remember
anything about her.) When I was in the fifth grade, I began spending
half the summer with him at his home.

He was also a sportsman, but not like my father. He did not follow the
team sports as much and he didn't really have favorite teams like my
father. My grandfather loved to golf, fish and hunt. My first summer up
there, he decided that I would be his caddy when he played golf with his
buddies.

I was too small to really be his caddy, but I would tag along, and I
remember it was the first time I felt like I belonged with the "guys." I
remember thinking that how thankful I was that none of his friends lived
in my town or knew any better than to treat me like they did. I thought
that if they lived in my hometown, then they would see from my father how
much of a loser I was.

This caddying experience was also the first time I remember being excited
about seeing the naked body of a man. After we were done, everybody
headed for the locker room. There was a sign on the door saying that no
one under sixteen could go in, but my grandfather told me that I was
welcome inside despite my age because I had worked as his caddy. It was
as if I was being specifically welcomed into the company of men, and it
felt great.

I was intimidated and self conscious about being in there--thinking that
everyone else would wonder who had let me in, so I stayed close to my
grandfather. I had never really seen grown men walking around casually
without clothes on. I was electrified. When my grandfather and his
friends began to strip, one of them looked at me and asked me why I
wasn't undressing. They all insisted that I come in and take a shower
with the rest of them. Obviously my "little boy" body was quite
unimpressive compared to all I was seeing around me, so I was feeling
quite modest, but I was eager to participate in the showering.

There were communal showers, and we were all grouped around a pole that
had shower heads pointing out in all directions. I loved watching these
guys wash themselves. They were paying me a lot of attention by talking
to me and asking me questions. They tried to make me feel more
comfortable by talking about how tall I was for my age and how soon it
would be when I would be as tall as them. Even at that age, I knew that
their references to my physical traits also meant my maturity with
respect to puberty. They seemed to be trying to say, "someday soon,
you'll look like us."

These visits to the golf course soon became our regular routine. During
my visits, I would be showering with these guys two or three times a
week. I was in heaven. Over time, these guys taught me how to play
golf, and during my second summer I transitioned from being the caddy to
being one of the players.

My grandfather would also take me out on the lake in his boat and we
would go fishing. We would have great talks, and he would even try to
get me to talk about my relationship with my father and my feelings of
not belonging at school and at home among the other guys. I didn't open
up too much (and in hindsight, I wish I had more).

Usually we would go fishing alone, but other times we would go with his
best friend. It wasn't until several years later that he would invite me
on my first overnight fishing trip. It was my first summer after I
started going through puberty. I was a little bit self-conscious about
showering because I knew these guys would notice and make a big deal
about how much I had grown, etc. They did embarrass me by talking about
how I really was a man now. It was while showering that my grandfather's
best friend commented that now that I was a man, it was time my
grandfather take me on a hunting weekend. Everybody seemed to agree, and
so it was settled.

It was my last weekend of the summer at my grandfather's house that we
went on the trip. It was a slightly different group from the golfing
foursome, but I knew all but one of the guys on the trip. As far as the
hunting went, we did a lot of sitting in blinds and seeing not much.
Things got much more interesting when we returned to camp. After we got
everything unpacked, my grandfather realized that he had forgotten to
bring an extra sleeping bag for me. He told me not to worry, we would
share. I thought he meant that he and I would share a bag together, and
that got me sort of excited.

When it came time for everyone to turn in, I was surprised by my
grandfather telling the group that I was without a sleeping bag and were
there any volunteers to let me share their bag. I was also surprised by
how accommodating everyone seemed to be with this idea. Grandfather's
best friend (the guy who had brought up this whole trip idea to begin
with) volunteered. I'm sure I must have looked uncomfortable because he
quickly assured me that if I found it uncomfortable, then we could make a
switch. Everyone agreed that they would be willing to switch if needed.

I went back to the tent with my grandfather, and I told him that I
thought he and I would be sharing the bag, and he just said that his
sleeping bag was the smallest of the lot, and he was sure that I would be
more comfortable with his friend, but he assured me that if I didn't like
sharing with him that I could return and join him in his. As we began to
undress, it became apparent also that my grandfather was planning on
sleeping in the nude. As I was sort of fumbling around delaying, he told
me to go ahead and get undressed. I told him that I wanted to sleep in
my shorts, he told me not to be ridiculous, everyone in the group slept
in the nude out in the woods. He insisted that I strip all the way down.

I was very nervous but also excited about getting in the sleeping bag
with Granddad's best friend. This guy was very fit and handsome, and the
more turned on I got the more nervous I got rather than aroused. When I
entered his tent, he even told me to go ahead and get in the bag if I was
cold. He was already naked, but he needed to go take a piss before
getting in the bag. By the time he got back, it was dark in the tent
because I had turned out the flashlight. He acted as if I was asleep
because he didn't talk and just slipped into the bag with me very slowly.

His bag was bigger than my grandfather's was, but it was still meant for
just one guy, and he was muscular. I remember feeling the hairs of his
body as he slid in beside me. We were facing each other, and as he
settled in he entwined his legs with mine so that I could feel his dick,
balls, and pubic hair against my leg. I popped a boner at this point,
and he just sort of snuggled closer. I remember being surprised when he
wrapped his arms around my back and rolled us over so that he was on his
back and I was on top of him. He opened up his legs and pulled me in
tighter. At this point, I could feel that he also had a boner.

He began to talk to me in a very gentle but masculine voice. He asked me
how I was doing and whether I was comfortable. I knew he meant was I
okay with what he was doing. I loved it and I told him so. We began
grinding against each other, rubbing each other, and eventually even
kissing each other lightly. We both came all over each other's chest,
and then we just collapsed into each other's arms and dozed off.

I don't know how long it was, but pretty soon he nudged me awake and said
"Jerry wants to be next." Jerry (not his real name) was the new guy I
had never met. Jerry was younger than any of the other guys, and I
figured that's why he wasn't really a friend of my grandfather's. This
guy was probably only in his mid-thirties, and he the High School
baseball coach. He was the type of sports nut like my father.

Jerry was sharing a tent with another guy. I took a flashlight so that I
could see to get to the tent. When I poked the flashlight in the tent to
see where I was going. Jerry was lying on top of his bag rubbing his
very hard and very big cock. It was the biggest thing I had ever seen.
He just looked at me and said, "Man, I've been waiting for you. What do
you think of this?" I told him I thought it was awesome, and he said
just wait till you get inside this bag. My dick was already hard and I
was ready to go.

This guy let me play with and stroke his cock. He asked me to suck it,
but I didn't want to do that. He tried to convince me by giving me a
blowjob. It was fantastic, but I still didn't want to suck him. About
halfway through the other guy in the tent woke up and he wanted to get in
the bag with us. We had to open up the bag because obviously three of us
would not fit into one sleeping bag. I jacked both of those guys off and
fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up in Jerry's bag, and I played with his soft
dick while he was asleep. He had a great body, and I enjoyed exploring
it without waking him up. I even stuck his soft dick in my mouth and
tried sucking on it a little bit, but I didn't really get any pleasure
out of that.

Once everybody woke up, we got ready to go hunting for a few hours before
returning home. Nothing was ever said about what happened, and everybody
acted like nothing at all had happened. I assumed that my grandfather
was totally unaware. But the next summer the same gang went hunting
again with me in tow, and my grandfather's grin as he told me that he had
forgotten the extra bag again made it clear that he knew exactly what was
going on. Without missing a beat I responded by telling him that this
year I was gonna be sharing the bag with him!