Date: Wed, 8 Oct 2014 06:46:34 -0700
From: Papa Sport <papa.sport@yahoo.com>
Subject: Grandpa Ira's Farm, Chapter 2

What follows is autobiographical.  And while what happened to me is real,
that does not mean it could or should happen today.  Times have changed;
sexual mores have changed; and what is accepted by society has changed.
And while I think that I have "turned out" okay, the "research" would
suggest that I am an exception, not the rule.  So keep that in mind before
you try to emulate my Grandfather.  If one were to act today as he did
those many years ago, it is likely one would end up in a jail cell.  If you
would like to contact me, I may be reached at papa.sport@yahoo.com

GRANDPA IRA'S FARM by Papa Sport


CHAPTER 2

As I went back to school for the fourth grade, I had a sense that other
people might frown on what had gone on between Grandpa Ira and me, but I
didn't care.  I just kept my mouth shut and looked forward to going to back
to the farm the following summer.  And while some of the kids at school
claimed to know all about sex, I just smiled in silence.  In health class
we talked about body parts.  I already had a quiet knowledge.

However, as the summer of 1959 approached, there was trouble in the air.
My Dad was a steel worker, and there were rumors that there would be a big
strike.  My parents cut back on spending wherever they could to prepare.
That was when my Mom informed me that I would not be able to go to the farm
because they did not want to spend the money on gas for the trip.  I was
distraught.  I was really interested then when my mother got a telephone
call from my grandparents.  It was my grandfather who suggested that my
parents put me on the Greyhound bus, and that my grandparents would pay for
the ticket.  That way I could still come down to the farm, and there would
be one less mouth to feed at home.  In spite of my Mother's reluctance to
have her ten year old son travel alone on the bus, and after some
considerable begging, she finally agreed.  I was elated.

And so soon after the fourth of July, I was on the bus rumbling down Rt. 66
to my grandparents.  They met the bus in town in their big 1957 DeSoto
Fireflite.  Grandma Elsie had her "going to town" clothes on.  Grandpa Ira
wore his usual overalls and plaid shirt.  I was so excited to see them that
I wanted to head straight to the farm and go to work.  But they used the
trip to town for other things including going to the feed store to arrange
a delivery, doing some grocery shopping, and a stop at Elmer's Diner for a
bite.  So we did not get back to the farm until supper time.  Since we had
eaten in town, Grandma made a simple supper of sandwiches.  As soon as we
got to the farm, I raced to my room to change out of my "city clothes", and
into my shorts and tee shirt.

As usual for July, it was quite hot.  And as was his custom, after dinner
Grandpa settled in with his Cardinals on the TV under the concealing
afghan.  His ball club was on the road, out east, so they were on and hour
earlier.  I sidled up to him, and it only took moments for his hands to
begin exploring me.  I had been so looking forward to this.  I spread my
legs to give Grandpa better access, knowing that it would be mere moments
until his hands would find my youthful genitals under my shorts.  I
deliberately had not worn any underwear to make it easier for Grandpa.  I
sighed in contentment as I felt his hands push under the elastic.  It
seemed like he spent most of his time caressing my ball sac, lightly
massaging each testicle.  He almost seemed to be avoiding touching my now
erect penis. Instead, his fingers stroked the little bulge of my prostate,
bringing me exquisite sensations.  Occasionally his fingertips strayed
deeper between my splayed legs to ever so lightly touch the snug puckers of
my anus.  Whenever he did that I shuddered in pleasure.

As the baseball game went into extra innings, Grandma Elsie called in that
she was headed to bed.  Grandpa Ira said that he wanted to watch the end of
the game, and that he'd tuck me in.  Soon the light was out in their
bedroom.  As soon as it went dark, Grandpa flipped the afghan aside.  He
quietly told me to stand up.  When I did, he slid my shorts down and off.
Then he removed my tee shirt.  I stood naked before him, lit only by the
light of one sixty watt bulb and the glow of the TV.  He was sweating
profusely, so I asked him if was going to take his shirt off too.  He
smiled at me, and silently pushed his overall straps aside before yanking
his shirt over his head.  I had never looked closely at his chest before.
It wasn't really hairy, and what there was seemed more profuse around his
nipples.  It was salt and pepper in color...more salt than pepper.  A
single drop of swear ran down his sternum.  Even at the age of seventy two,
there was no fat on this man.  He was wiry, fit, and muscular.  I, on the
other hand had the white doughy body of a city boy.  But it made no
difference to Grandpa.

He told me to lie down on the sofa.  As the baseball game played on in the
background, he arose, and then knelt down next to the couch.  Suddenly his
hands seemed to be everywhere at once – my hair, my neck, my face, my
chest, my stomach, my legs, my feet, my arms, my fingers and toes.  I
wanted to just melt under his touch.  And then it happened.  Grandpa leaned
over, and, for the first time, touched the piss slit of my erect penis with
the very tip of his tongue.  My penis involuntarily jerked.  He then
proceeded to lick all around the proud little circumcised crown, and then
up and down both sides of then stiff the little prong.  I had never felt
anything like this.  It was magnificent.  I wanted him to never stop.
Without raising his head, though, his tongue moved on to my hairless
scrotum, licking first one ball, and then the other.  My whole body
trembled.  Almost without thinking, I lifted my legs and pulled them back
so that Grandp could reach all of me.  His tongue traced saliva along my
prostate bulge. I shuddered as his fingers wrapped around my penis and
began slowly stroking my tiny erection.  He lowered his head further.

"Oh my gosh," I remember thinking, "He's not going to lick me there..."
But my body writhed as his leathery tongue touched and then explored each
pucker around my virgin rosebud.  I could not believe how good that felt.
The jerking on my penis and the tonguing of my asshole caused my whole body
to buck in orgasmic ecstasy, as I panted and mewed in satisfaction.
Grandpa lifted his head from between my legs, smiling in satisfaction just
as the final out of the ball game was registered.  "Time for bed, Sport",
he smiled.  I just nodded.  I picked up my clothes and padded up the
stairs, with Grandpa right behind me, looking carefully at my young
buttocks the entire way.  Once in my room, I immediately crawled onto the
bed.  Grandpa Ira leaned over and kissed me right on the lips.  I was again
surprised when his tongue snaked out of his mouth and into mine.  Unsure
how to respond, I let him explore my mouth with his tongue before
tentatively pushing back against his tongue with mine.  Out tongues jousted
briefly before he broke away from the kiss.  "You'd best get some sleep,
Sport.  We'll have a long day tomorrow."

"Goodnight Grandpa," I said.  Then I added.  "I love you."

He was halfway across the room.  He stopped and turned in the darkness.
"Love you too, Sport."  I was asleep almost immediately.

The next morning Grandpa and I resumed our regular farm routine.  Morning
and afternoon chores of every type were followed by a showed out by the
pump house.  Grandma Elsie would make us a delicious farmhouse supper.  The
Cardinals game followed and then bedtime.  Grandpa used every opportunity
to play with my body, and II loved it when he did so.  One day Grandpa and
I were in the hayloft, having put up some new bales when he told me to lie
back on a sweet smelling new bale.  I knew what would happen next, so
without even asking I slid off my shorts and tee shirt and set them aside.
Grandpa's hands and mouth were soon all over me.  I simply laid back,
closed my eyes, and enjoyed the delicious feelings.  Grandpa was
simultaneously licking my nipples and caressing my balls when I felt him
suck my right nipple between his teeth and take a light bite.  Instead of
hurting, a lightning bolt of pleasure shot through my young frame. "Oh
Grandpa!  That felt so good," I yelped.  He released the little bud of
brown flesh, raised his head and smiled at me.  Then he dropped his head
and lightly bit the other nipple. I had the same reaction.  The session
ended with my usual panting, squirming, and incredibly pleasurable dry
orgasm.

About a week later, in the middle of July, news came that the steel strike
had begun.  From all the reports, it seemed like it would be a long one.
Grandpa immediately picked up the telephone and called my Mom.  He
suggested to her that because of the strike, and since I was already at the
farm, it seemed to make sense that I just stay at the farm until the strike
was over or school began, whichever came first.  Mom of course objected,
saying that it was far too much to ask. Grandpa dismissed her objections by
saying, "Frankly, honey, I am getting a little older, and I could really
use the help around here.  He's a good worker.  Let him stay.  He likes it
here.  He works hard.  And he's a real help to me."  After Mom talked to me
for a bit and made me agree to do whatever Grandpa wanted (as if that was
an issue), the deal was struck.  I'd stay at the farm for the rest of the
summer, or until the steel strike was over.  I could not have been happier.
When Grandpa hung up the phone, he just gave me a big wink.  I beamed.

The hot summer farm days proceeded.  The chores seemed never-ending, but
Grandpa always found a way to incorporate lots of time for our favorite
activities.  The one day in early August, we were taking our naked showers
by the pump house.  My growing penis was erect, as it always seemed to be
around Grandpa. He had lathered and rinsed me, with all the attendant
touching, when I was surprised to see him drop to his knees in front of me
under the spray.  Without saying a word, he leaned over and sucked my penis
and testicle in their entirety into his mouth.  I stumbled back against the
pump house wall as the gentle suction of this mouth and the movement of his
tongue transported me to euphoria.  I leaned back and pushed my pelvis
forward so that I could get deeper into his mouth, but he already had all
of me.  I felt his hands snake behind my butt and spread my cheeks.  His
fingers teased my anus while his mouth suctioned my genitals.  I was in
heaven.  It only took moments before I spasmed in the old man's mouth,
unable to keep myself from crying out.  He continued to suck on my penis
and testicles until I softened in his mouth.  "Oh Grandpa," I sighed, "That
was..."  But he merely put his finger on my lips and smiled at me.

When we headed for the house, Grandma asked what had happened.  She had
heard me yelp.  "He just banged himself," Grandpa said, smiling at his
double entendre.  "Oh I'm glad it was nothing serious," Grandma replied.
From that point forward, Grandpa would almost always suck my penis or
scrotum or both whenever we "played".

It was not common for Grandpa to get a hard on himself, though.  I suppose
in those pre-Viagra days, such a thing was fairly common for men in their
seventies.  Whenever we would shower by the pump house, I would wash his
massive penis and wrinkled ball sac.  And although he said it felt great,
he almost never responded with an erection.  That was why, one hot August
night in my bedroom, as Grandpa was sucking me to an orgasm, I noticed that
under his overalls, his penis had become a tent post.  After I reached my
shuddering dry cum, I reached out and grabbed him through the denim fabric.
He immediately stopped sucking my shrinking cocklet, and looked at my face.
"Do you want to do that, Sport?"  I nodded enthusiastically.  He stood and
pulled off his clothes.  His thick penis stood out from his body, proud and
erect.  I reached out to fondle it.  I could barely get my hand around its
girth.  He stood by the side of the bed while I explored his cock and his
balls.  I thought that they were wonderful.  His breath quickened.

He showed me how he was different from me by pulling back his foreskin.  I
found the aroma intoxicating.  Grandpa asked me to stroke it back and
forth, like he did mine.  I sat up and used both hands.  His cock was
twitching and I could feel him gasp for breath.

"Are you okay, Grandpa?" I asked worriedly."

"I am just great," he hissed..."keep going".  So I gamely went back to
work.  It took several minutes, but it soon became apparent that Grandpa
was close to cumming.  His breath came in short gasps, and he moaned
slightly between them.  With a groan Grandpa spurted three shots of semen
from his stiff member.  The viscous creamy goo covered my hands and wrists,
and ran down my forearms.  Almost instinctively, I leaned forward to lick
my hand and taste his man cream.  Ambrosia, I thought.  He pushed my head
toward his groin, and I took the still oozing head of his penis into my
mouth.  As my mouth stretched to surround his still swollen cock, the smell
of his cum filled my nostrils and combined with the funky taste to
overwhelm my senses.  I sucked in the still quivering glans, enjoying every
remaining salty droplet.  Grandpa Ira clearly enjoyed my oral ministration,
because he left his penis in my mouth until it went soft.

"Do you like that, Sport?" he asked as he slid from my lips.

I looked at him adoringly and replied, "I've been hoping you would let me
suck you for a long time," I said.

He smiled at me and simply said "Thank you."  Picking up his clothes, he
silently left my room.

From that point forward, I would suck Grandpa Ira whenever he would let me.
Sometimes he would get hard and cum.  I learned to love the taste and smell
of his ejaculate.  Sometimes I would simply suck him until it was clear
that he would not get an erection.  Either way, I loved it, and so did he.

Late in August, about two days before I would have to head home, the
weather turned unbearably hot. It was over a hundred degrees during the
day, and near ninety even at night.  In the evening, Grandpa and I were
sitting on the couch watching the Cardinals.  It was so hot that Grandpa
had even abandoned the afghan.  We were both sitting there shirtless in the
stifling heat when Grandma Elsie brought in a big pitcher of homemade
lemonade.  This was the real deal, made from squeezed lemons, not some
pre-packaged mix.  I must have drunk four or five glasses.  As usual
Grandpa took me to bed and we enjoyed each other's bodies.  And although I
sucked both his cock and his balls, he never managed to get hard that
evening.  He sucked me to a sweet orgasm, we kissed, he went downstairs,
and I fell asleep.

But not for long. Somewhere in the night, I woke up needing to pee
urgently, after drinking all that lemonade.  I slipped on a pair of shorts
and, since the only bathroom in the house was downstairs off the kitchen, I
padded downstairs very softly to avoid waking my Grandparents whose bedroom
was on the other side of the kitchen.  I quietly emptied my bloated
bladder, silently closed the bathroom door, and was ready to start back
upstairs when I heard a sound.  It came from my Grandparent's bedroom,
which was just off the other side of the kitchen.  They had no door, only a
curtain which gave them privacy.  I tiptoed over to the curtain, separated
it slightly, and peeked in.  The room was softly lit by the big yard light
outside their window and the light from the nearly full moon streaming in.
My position was such that I looked right at the foot of their bed.  Grandma
Elsie was on her back, legs splayed, and wrapped around Grandpa, who was
quietly fucking her missionary style.  I could only see his back, legs and
ass, and his ball sac slapping against her ass crack.  Both of them let out
occasional sighs.

My little cock involuntarily got hard as I watched, mesmerized.  I remember
thinking "How sweet!  They've been married fifty years, and they are still
having sex."

My reverie was interrupted as my Grandfather spoke.  "Thank you Elsie, but
you know what I'd really like?"

"What?" Grandma softly asked, as her husband slowed his thrusting into her
wide open vagina.

"I'd really like to corn hole you."

"Oh you silly old man..." she simply replied.  I did not know what "corn
hole" meant, so I silently continued to watch.

Apparently whatever they were about to do was not new to either of them.
As Grandpa pulled his huge erection out of Grandmother's well used cunt and
hopped off the bed, Grandma rolled over onto her belly.  She stuffed both
pillows under her stomach and spread her legs wide.  In the dim light I saw
her naked buttocks for the first time...big soft mounds of flesh on either
side of her dark cleft.  Grandpa returned in just a moment with a tube of
some kind.  He squeezed some of the contents of the tube onto his fingers,
and then rubbed it all over his massive cock.  Next he applied some of the
tube's contents to Grandma's ass crack.  I thought he may have even pushed
one of his fingers into her bottom, but I couldn't be sure.

Grandpa Ira got up on the bed and knelt between Grandma Elsie's splayed
legs.  Although I could not see too clearly, I could make out Grandpa's
hands as they pulled her soft cheeks apart.  "Hold that," he quietly
directed, Grandma reached back and pulled her ass cheeks wide.

I quickly realized that Grandpa was going to put his stiff cock right into
Grandma Elsie's ass.  The old woman gasped as Grandpa pushed forward, but
she never asked him to stop or slow down.  I could hear both of them
panting and occasionally groaning as my Grandpa's cock disappeared into
Grandma's bowels.  Only when his hairy balls banged into her leaking slit
did he stop his slow advance.  She released her own ass cheeks and grabbed
handfuls of bedding.  "Oh you silly old man..." she hissed, echoing her
earlier statement.  Grandpa merely grunted and started slowly fucking his
wife's asshole.

Instinctively, I grabbed my cock which was tenting out my shorts.  I
dropped the shorts to the floor.  My hand matched Grandpa's speed as he
pumped in and out of Grandma's puckered asshole.  I longed to see more, but
had to be content with sight of Grandpa's buttocks tightening with each
forward thrust.  Grandma moaned steadily as Grandpa pounded her.  It was
then that I felt a pang of jealousy.  Cleary Grandma loved what Grandpa was
doing with her, and I wanted to feel that too.  After all that Grandpa and
I had done, I wanted to feel him deep in me.  I wanted to give all of
myself to him the way Grandma Elsie was doing.  But soon my thoughts were
interrupted by the familiar sound of Grandpas grunting.  He was cumming.
He was cumming in my Grandma Elsie's ass!  The same sweet semen that I
loved to taste and smell and swallow, was flowing into Grandma Elsie's
rectum.  "She is so lucky", I thought.  Grandpa panted and groaned to his
climax, and fell forward on Grandma's back.  Sweat rolled down both his
back and mine.  I silently jerked my penis to an orgasm by my own hand for
the first time.  Before I could be discovered, I grabbed my shorts and
scurried back upstairs to my stifling bedroom.  And even though it was very
late, it was a very long time before I fell asleep.

The next morning, I slept very late.  When I finally did come down to
breakfast, Grandma Elsie was bustling in the kitchen, humming away, her
usual happy self.  I wanted to say something to her, but when she asked if
I wanted bacon and eggs for breakfast, I just said, "Thanks, Grandma.  That
would be great."  She was as chipper and normal as always.  Grandpa came in
and said that it was so hot, it would be a good day to go to town.  So we
all did, and stayed in town all day.  We even went to the air conditioned
movie theater.  I sat on one side of Grandpa; Grandma sat on the other.  I
fell asleep in the car on the way home.

The following day was the day I had to head home.  School would start
shortly.  Grandpa and Grandma took me to the Greyhound depot (actually the
Rexall drug store.)  I wanted to say something to Grandpa, but I didn't
think I should in front of Grandma.  And so I knew as I boarded the bus
back to Chicago that Grandpa and I had some unfinished business.