Date: Sun, 8 Jan 2006 12:38:17 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Cousin  Bill & Uncle Ralph 2

Cousin Billy and Uncle Ralph 2

By Bald Hairy Man.

This is an adult gay story for adult gay men. I this offends you, DON'T
read it. This is a fantasy, not a sex manual. Play safely.

"Save that for desert," Ralph called out. "Dinner's ready."  We went to a
shady area on the side of the pool and ate.  Apparently Sam had cooked.
The food was distinctly better than Ralph's usual dinner.  Sam used
seasonings other than salt and pepper. It was good. Ralph, Sam and Phil had
beer. Billy and I had cokes. Ralph was serious about underage drinking.

We had a great time. Phil had a great sense of humor.  Phil and Ralph knew
an extraordinary number of dirty jokes.  My parents never told dirty jokes
and those I heard in school seemed nasty.  Phil told them with such gusto
and enthusiasm they were hard to resist. They weren't at all mean
spirited. I hadn't laughed that much in years.

I thought of sex as something secret, something you shouldn't talk about.
My parents never mentioned it and frankly, I had no clear ideas about it. I
was one of those good boys in school.  I didn't hang out with kids who
talked about sex. Both Ralph and Phil liked sex and weren't afraid to admit
it.  Quite frankly, I wasn't too sure you were supposed to admit that.

We were talking when another guy showed up, Gramps. He had a big, white
beard, clear blue eyes and a deep tan. At first I thought he was older than
Ralph and Phil, but I soon realized it was the white beard that made him
look older.

He didn't seem to care we were all naked.  He knew everyone except for
me. Ralph introduced him to me and we shook hands.

"I came over to cool off and has a swim," Gramps said. "You've all been
in?"

"Sure enough," Uncle Ralph said. "Jump in."  Gramps wore a Hawaiian style
shirt and cut offs.  He doffed them and dove into the water. There was no
tan line. I thought he was fat when he was dressed.  Naked he was a
muscleman, buffed and defined. I must have stared at him. Uncle Ralph
leaned over to me and said under his breath, "He's a good-looking man,
isn't he?"

I nodded. "He's a really friendly guy too," Ralph said.  At first I thought
he meant friendly, like pals, but then Ralph added, "Gramps likes young
guys. He has a nice way of showing you the ropes."

Billy laughed, and said, "Gramps sure gave me a few pointers."

After he did a few laps, Gramps got out of the pool and joined us at the
table.  He was a handsome man. He joined in the conversation and soon it
was as if I had known all of them for years.  They were friendly and easy
to get along with. It had been a really hot day and it wasn't cooling off
at all. We all returned to the pool. Gramps wanted to race, so Billy, Sam
and I got into and informal competition. Gramps was a big, solid man, and
wasn't at all built like a swimmer, but he easily beat us.

I was the weakest swimmer of the group, but Gramps took me aside and gave
me some help. It turned out he was the swimming coach at the local
community college as well as a Math professor. I was surprised at how
helpful his suggestions were.  With a few simple changes to my stroke, my
swimming was much easier.

We were both naked and very close and I expected him to make a move, but he
didn't.  When I had heard he liked young guys, I hadn't wanted to get
involved with him.  When he didn't do anything sexual, I began to want
him. It was getting late and Gramps, Sam and Phil left. That night I talked
with Billy and asked him if Gramps had taken a dislike to me.

"Hell no," Billy replied. "I should have told you. Gramps never makes the
first move." Billy leaned close to me and whispered. "He likes young guys,
but he's not looking for sex. To tell you the truth, sex looks for him!"

"Did you go after him?"  I asked.

Billy nodded.  "He's a nice guy.  There were lots of things I'd heard of
and thought about.  I wanted to try them, but not with Dad," Billy
explained.

"What do you mean?"

"He's my Dad and I love him, but he's my pal too," Billy continued. "Dad
wouldn't do anything he thought might hurt me. I tried things out with
Gramps and if it was good, I'd try it with dad."

"Did anything not work out?"  I asked.

Billy laughed. "I'm afraid I'm a 100% all-American, horny, hound dog,"
Billy said. "There's nothing I've tried I didn't like. Let me tell you one
thing. Gramps has a good cock, but it's not as massive as Dad's.  It was
good Gramps opened me up. Dad would be a challenge for a first timer."

We talked for a while longer and then fell asleep. I was relieved.  I had
been afraid I had offended Gramps. The next day I went into town with Uncle
Ralph and Billy.  One of the guys was on vacation and Billy to help at
work.  I can't weld, so I cleaned up the office area. I got lunch from the
diner next door. In the afternoon I went and walked around town.  The
downtown was small and several businesses were closed.

Someone honked at me.  It was Gramps. "Seeing the sites of the big city?"
he asked.

I smiled. "It's not much like New York City, is it?" I said. I told him
about my day at work.  It was another hot day, and my shirt was dripping
with sweat.  Nothing at the Welding Shop was air conditioned.

"Jump in the car," Gramps said. "At least it's cool in here.  I'll show you
the sites."  I was more than willing.  I didn't know there were any sites
to see, but Gramps was a good guide. There were an Indian burial mound and
the remains of a calvary fort. It was more of an outpost, than a fort, but
Gramps knew all about it and made it interesting.

We sat in the shade of a tree next to the mound and chatted. I asked him,
"Why do they call you Gramps?"

"My hair turned white at 22," he said. "I had just started graduate school
and was a teaching assistant.  The students called me Gramps and it
stuck. I got all my ageing done early.  I figure it will be clear sailing
when I'm in my seventies."

"Is it heredity?"

"I think so," he said.  "We have some old photos of my family, When I was a
kid I noticed while most men in my family had dak hair, there were one or
two definite blonds. I don't think they were blonds. They had white hair
too. I see you inherited part of your family's tendency to have body hair."

"Not as bad as Billy and Ralph," I said.  "It was embarrassing at
school. Most guys were smooth."

"There's nothing to get embarrassed about," Gramps said. "It's a sign of
maturity and masculinity. You have a deep voice too. I remember guys who
were graduating from High School who weren't really shaving yet.  They were
embarrassed too. Everyone matures in different ways and reacts to things
differently."

"I've sure discovered that with Billy and Ralph," I said. "Ralph and Mom
are brother and sister and you can't get more different."

"Does that bother you?" Gramps asked.

"I thought it was so strange, it was too different to bother me," I
replied.  "There sure is a different dress code."

Gramps smiled. "You can't make rules for every situation," he
observed. "Sometimes what would be a problem 95% of the time is just fine
for the other 5%.  Ralph and Billy have found a way to live that's good for
them, but probably wouldn't be good for many others."

"The sex thing was a surprise," I said. Since I was sitting next to Gramps,
I put my hand on his leg. He looked at me and smiled.

"You know about that?" he asked. I nodded.

"That is one of those rare situations where improbable and unorthodox
relationships seem to be fine. Odd, but it works for them," Gramps
said. "Billy's the sparkplug in that relationship.  Ralph and I have been
playmates for years. He's a straightforward man.  Billy's driven and much
more adventurous.  Billy's the driving force behind the relationship. Did
Billy tell you about me and him?"

"Yes," I replied.

"Billy's careful.  He likes to try things out before he springs them on his
Dad," Gramps explained. "I'm the out of town try out before he takes the
show to Broadway."

"He said something like that, but I wasn't sure what he meant," I said. "Do
you do that my many guys?"

"Not at all," Gramps said. "I like younger guys, but I can't do it much,
with my job and all.  I may be a horny old guy, but I don't prey on kids,
least of any my students."

"Do you get tempted?"

"Not often, and I never do it. You'd be surprised at how many kids are
willing to put out for a grade," he said. "Both boy and girls. Some would
have no problem doing well without sex.  I think it's a game with some of
them."

"What do you mean?"

"I think some want to see if they can get through by sucking a cock rather
than by cracking a book," Gramps said. "Others have a problem with falling
in love with their teachers.  That sort of thing can be dangerous.  I get
puzzled by the assumption that sex with a young guy will be good.  It ain't
necessarily so. Some men aren't very good at it."

"What happens if it's not good?"

"Nothing," Gramps said. "There's nothing wrong with nothing either. Sex is
so personal, so individual, you can't expect to hit the jackpot every time.
If you're mature there's no problem. That's the problem with young guys.
They aren't mature. They expect more than they get. If things didn't click,
well, that's life."  I had been rubbing his leg and I could see his cock
responded.

Gramps looked me in the eye.  "Do you understand sometimes sex is just
sex?" he asked. "It's just for fun?"

I understood.

"My place is a half mile away," Gramps said. "Do you want to go there and
see what happens?"  I did.  We got in the car and drove to his house.  We
had a coke, then went to the bedroom and stripped.  I was embarrassed
because I was already hard.

"I like a guy who's ready to go," he said.

"I don't know what I'm supposed to do," I said.

He smiled.  "Leave it up to me. I'll tell you what to do and then let
nature take its course," he said.

"What if I do something wrong?" I asked.

"We're two guys going to have sex," Gramps said. "We're both excited and
willing.  What can go wrong?"

"I could shoot off at the wrong time," I said.

"There is no such thing as shooting off at the wrong time," Gramps said
with a smile. "You just let me know when you're letting go.  I'll take care
of the rest."  He leaned over and began to suck my cock. I came close to
shooting the second his lips touched my cock.  I didn't, but it was
close. We got on the bed and I began to suck him.

Soon I copied each of Gramps' movements. He would lick my cock head, then
he would envelop my entire cock head in his mouth. He would run his tongue
around the rim of my gland, then deep throated me. Gramps' cock was cut,
long and thin. His cock head was big and almond shaped.

I tried the same things Gramps did and felt him react. I was trying to copy
him exactly, but it was hard to concentrate.  The rim of my cock head was
very sensitive. When Gramps licked the edge and then deep throated me, I
would moan in pleasure.  I would just enjoy it.  While I copied Gramps, he
watched me. When I moaned, he repeated his movements before I reacted.  He
would repeat these movements until I almost went crazy.

He went too far and I shot off. I expected Gramps to jump away when I began
to cum, but he didn't. He sucked while I shot off and sucked me until every
drop of cum was gone. Gramps sucked my cock until I got hard again.

I was on the bed, hard as a rock, staring at Gramps' hard cock. "Do I have
to take your cum?"  I asked.

"Johnny, there are no rules. I like cum. I love the feel and taste of a
cock twitching and squirting in my mouth. That's me, not you," he said. "I
know guys who only like to get sucked.  They don't reciprocate. Other men
are suckers only.  Different strokes for different folks."  I leaned over
and sucked him again.

This time I really enjoyed it. He was oozing pre cum.  Because his cock was
thin, it was easy to deep throat.  I took a break and relaxed.  Gramps had
a bottle of lotion.  He coated my cock.  The cool liquid felt wonderful.
Gramps straddled me.  He positioned my cock at his ass and sat back.

My cock slid deep into his ass. It was hot, tight and steamy.  Gramps just
sat there, letting me savor the new sensation enveloping my cock.  I had
come close to shooting off again, but I held back.  He began to raise and
lower himself on my cock.  He did this slowly and stopped all together when
I was too close to shooting. Somehow, Gramps seemed to know when I had
cooled down enough.

Gramps quivered when my cock hit certain spots. He was a big man, but it
was as if his weight were delicately balanced on my cock. I was surprised
at how tight his sphincter was as it grasped my cock.

His cock was rock had and shiny.  When he sat back and my entire cock was
in his ass, globs of pre cum would ooze from his slit.  It drooled down his
shaft. He pulled off.

"How are you doing?" he asked. "It's not too much?"

"It's beautiful!" I blurted out. When I said that, Gramps sat back and my
cock slid up his love tunnel again.  I had been afraid the sensations might
have been a one shot deal, but the same tidal wave of pleasure swept over
me again.  It had been good when he sucked me, but I had been uneasy about
sucking him in exchange. Oddly, as he continued to sit on my cock, I felt
an urge to have his cock in my ass.

Part of it was simply a sense of fair play. It was so good for me, it felt
I should do the same for him. But, as I watched the expression on his face
as my organ rubbed the insides of the ass, I wanted to experience what he
was feeling.  I could sense it was more intense that what I had felt.

He got off my cock again. "I need to catch my breath," he murmured.

"Gramps, would you fuck me?" I asked in a whisper.

He looked at me and smiled. "Do you think you're ready?" he asked. "This is
a lot for one afternoon."

"I really want to try it," I said.

"Now?"

"You'd do it now?"  I asked.  Gramps reached between my legs and fingered
my ass. His finer was covered in lubricant.  He pressed it into my hole. I
was uneasy, but even more excited. I moved a little so he could get his
finger in deeper.

"Johnny, I think you're ready too," Gramps said.  He wiggled his finger in
my ass. I loved it.  "I like to fuck," he said. "You've never fucked
before, have you?" I said I hadn't.

"It may sound odd, but I like being the first," Gramps said. "It's a
fantasy of mine, a real turn on."

"How many times have you done it?" I asked.

"Three times," he replied.  "Billy was the last. The other guys were years
ago. Does this bother you?"

"No, should it?"

"It's just that it may be a lot better for me than for you," Gramps
said. "If you'd let me do it a particular way, it would be very good for
me."  He was almost whispering now. "I'm very careful."  I looked him in
the eye. I could tell he was excited. He was also worried.  I think he was
afraid I would say no.

Gramps didn't need to worry. Billy had told me he was a nice guy.  I
trusted him.  I told him to go ahead.

I was on my back.  He pivoted me around and put my legs on his shoulders.
"Relax," Gramps said. There was no way in hell I could relax. His
lubricated cock head and pressed it into my ass. I was too tight.

"I don't know if I can let you in," I said.

"You want it, but your asshole doesn't?" Gramps asked.

"Something like that," I replied. He went to the side table and took out a
small bottle.

"Take a snort of this when I tell you," he said as he lifted my legs to my
shoulders.  His cock head seemed to fit better and went deeper, but it
didn't pop through my sphincter.

"Take a sniff," he said. I did. It had a strong chemical smell. I suddenly
felt warm and excited. He pressed and his cock was in. I may have felt a
little pinch as the cock head popped through.  His cock went deep. I loved
it.