Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2007 14:02:51 -0500
From: Morris Henderson <bigmoh@post.com>
Subject: Grandson's Education Part 3

NOTE:  If you are offended by descriptions of sexual
activities between a man and a boy who are related or
if it is illegal for you to read such material, leave now.


Chapter 7 --  The Visitor


Patrick Sean O'Connor rowed his boat to a spot about 20 yards
from shore.  He had had no luck fishing the deep water at the
center of the lake so he thought he might try a shallower spot.
He put fresh bait on the hook and dropped the line into the
water.  While waiting for a nibble, he resumed thinking about
what to do with his life.  Just three weeks earlier, he was
stationed at the Coronado Naval Base in San Diego.  He had
joined the Navy after high school and loved his duty.  He had
decided to make the Navy a career.  A premature discharge
had scuttled his plans.  It seems he had run afoul of the
military's "don't ask, don't tell" policy and was therefore
deemed to be unfit for serving his country.

He returned home, struggled through the distress and disgrace
of telling his homophobic parents the reason for his discharge,
and faced an uncertain future.  Clearly, he thought, he would
have to find a place to live.  That would require finding a job.
But what kind of job?  More significantly, he couldn't decide
whether to come out openly.  His parents knew who and what
he was.  A few shipmates knew because he carelessly confided
in one whom he thought he could trust.  But he also understood
the risks and consequences of fully adopting a gay life.

He was startled to hear a voice.  He couldn't make out what the
voice said but it came from the direction of the shore.  He looked
over and saw a tent, a Jeep parked nearby, and a naked young
man walking away from the tent toward a stand of trees.  The
boy was a mere 20 yards away so Patrick could easily tell
that the boy had a rigid erection.  He watched as the boy let
go a long stream of piss that arced up and hit a tree trunk
easily six feet off the ground.  The boy then walked to the Jeep.
Staring in disbelief, he saw the naked boy walk back to
the tent with what appeared to be a duffle bag and disappear
into the tent.  The boy, he reasoned, was probably too young
to drive and would certainly not be able to afford a new Grand
Cherokee.  That left a two mysteries.  Who else was in the tent?
If the boy was naked, would the other person also be naked?

Although the sight of a naked male aroused him, he felt guilty
for his voyeuristic behavior.  In the next few minutes, with no
more activity on shore, Patrick decided that he would wait a
little longer and then row over to shore to meet the campers.

Soon, another figure emerged from the tent.  A man.  An older
man.  Fully clothed but still identifable as a fit and rugged
looking.  It must be the boy's father because only that would
explain the boy's being naked in the tent and walking naked to
the Jeep to retrieve a duffle bag.  The man relieved himself
near where the boy had and returned to set some branches
and logs for a fire.

The boy came out of the tent, fully clothed, soon after.  He
walked to the man and gave him a hug.  Surely, then, this was
a father-son outing.  They spoke to each other but softly
enough that Patrick couldn't hear what they said.  Patrick reeled
in his line and was preparing to row ashore to meet the two
campers.

On shore, Jerry and Kevin heard a sound from out on the
lake.  It was the rattle of oars in oarlocks.  Both were
astonished that they hadn't noticed the boat on the lake
earlier.  "Omigod!" exclaimed Kevin.

"What's the matter," Jerry asked with concern.

"He must have been out there when I got the duffle bag.  I was
naked.  He probably saw me.  He probably saw my boner."
Kevin's tone of voice reflected something between distress
and panic.

"He probably did, Kevin.  But that's not the end of the world.
I know it's embarrassing for you but don't let it bother you too
much."

The boat was now headed directly toward them and it wasn't
long before the man in the boat jumped onto shore and tied
the boat to a small willow tree.  "Good morning," Patrick said
cheerfully.  "I was fishing when I saw your tent and I thought
I would just drop by to say hello."

"Good morning," Jerry replied.  Kevin was too embarrassed
to say anything.

"I'm Patrick O'Connor." he said as he extended his hand.

Jerry shook his hand and said, "Jerry Knowland.  And this is
my grandson, Kevin."

"Grandson?" Patrick blurted out.  "I'd have guessed father but
not grandson."

"Thanks," Jerry replied.  "We're on a little vacation before
school starts and thought we would do some camping."

"Don't see many campers here," Patrick acknowledged.  "But
then I've been away in the Navy for a while.  Now I'm a civvie
and thought I'd spend some time fishing and relaxing before
looking for a job."

"Say," Jerry said.  "We're about to have breakfast.  Would you
join us?  There's plenty.  And we'd like to hear about your
Navy experiences."

Patrick accepted the invitation but resolved not to say anything
about his premature discharge.

Over breakfast, Jerry noticed, with curiosity more than suspicion,
that Patrick was paying special attention to Kevin.  He assumed,
incorrectly, that Patrick was just trying to engage the boy in the
conversation.  He knew the reason for Kevin's uncharacteristic
silence and admired the way Patrick made the effort to include
him.  They chatted about being a sailor but also about Kevin's
school, athletic activities, and hobbies.  The effort paid off.
Within 20 minutes, Kevin was his amiable self and seemed to
have taken a liking to the unexpected visitor.

Following breakfast, Patrick said, "Say, I noticed you don't
have a boat.  Would you like to go out to the deeper water
with me and try your luck there?"

Kevin eagerly accepted but belatedly looked at his grandpa,
fearing that he had agreed to something he shouldn't have.

Jerry smiled and said, "That's very kind.  We'd be happy to."
Kevin breathed a sigh of relief.

Nearly two hours later, having caught only two fish, they rowed
back to shore.  By this time, Kevin and Patrick had developed
a real rapport.  All three had to relieve themselves so Patrick
walked toward the trees in one direction while Jerry and Kevin
went into the trees on the opposite side of camp.  As he peed,
Kevin said, "If he saw me naked with a boner, he didn't say
anything.  He's nice.  Can we invite him to stay for lunch?"

"Of course.  I'll ask him."

Although Jerry and Kevin enjoyed the solitude and the privacy
of being alone together in the relative wilderness, both
welcomed Patrick's presence.  He was an interesting
conversationalist, very pleasant company.

By the time lunch was over and cleared away, Jerry had
noticed several instances where Kevin was paying attention
to Patrick's body--his muscular arms and chest along with
his crotch that would occassionally show a slight bulge.
At first, Jerry attributed this to Kevin's admitted orientation
but it began to trouble him.  Even more troubling was that
Patrick was looking at Kevin in ways that began to strongly
suggest more than just casual friendship.  He decided to do
two things.  First, he would pay more attention in order to
verify a growing suspicion that Patrick was coming on to
Kevin.  Second, he would have to talk to Kevin about
looking too long in the wrong places.

"Thanks for breakfast and lunch and most of all for the
pleasant company," Patrick said looking at Jerry.

"Glad to have your company as well," Jerry replied.

"But I don't want to wear out my welcome," Jerry said.  "I'm
sure you two have plans for the afternoon."

"That's the beauty of a vacation like this--no set schedule.
We can do what we want."

"And what do you do when the fish aren't biting?"

"Whatever we're in the mood for," Jerry replied.

Just then, Kevin interjected, "Usually we swim in the
afternoon when it gets hot."

Jerry was surprised that Kevin said that because he had
been so shy and embarrased at being seen naked and
must have known that Patrick might join them to swim.
Could it be that Kevin was conspiring to get his new friend
to take off his clothes?

"Sounds like fun," Patrick said to Kevin, with a suspicious grin.
I'd ask to join you but I don't have my swim trunks with me."

"No problem," Kevin shot back.  "We skinny-dip.  As long as
it's just guys, it's okay."

Jerry noted with alarm Kevin's eager invitation and Patrick's
sly smile--the clearest evidence yet, although still not
conclusive, of what both Patrick and Kevin were interested in.

"Well," Patrick began with forced hesitation.  "If you don't
mind, I would like to join in the fun."

Kevin jumped up, ran to the shore line, and began to strip.
Patrick followed, slowly, and was undressing as Kevin
watched from about 15 feet away in the water.  Patrick
turned to Jerry and called out, "Aren't you going to join us?"

"No," Jerry said seriously.  "I'll just sit here and watch you
two."  He hoped that his tone of voice would carry the
message, 'don't mess with my grandson!'

For a while, everything was innocent enough.  Kevin and
Patrick swam, splashed each other, dunked one another,
and laughed almost continuously.  Then things subtley
changed.  Patrick would dive under the surface and a
moment later, Kevin would squeal and jump.  Patrick
would surface but the scenario repeated several times.
Then Kevin began diving under the water followed by
Patrick's jump.  It took no leap of imagination to conclude
that they were grab-assing or, worse, copping a feel of
each other's cocks.

Jerry tried to invent an excuse to call Kevin in out of the
water but abandoned the effort when whatever game they
were playing stopped.  Patrick now seemed to be coaching
Kevin on the breast stroke.  It seemed clear that the focus
was on timing his breathing with the movement of his arms
and legs.  In a flash of recognition, Jerry realized that
Patrick was holding Kevin up on the surface of the water.
Where were his hands?  Was he fondling Kevin using the
pretense of coaching him?

Again, Jerry was on the brink of interceding when the
suspicious activity stopped.  Both Patrick and Kevin now
stood with water up to their chests talking to each other
in suspiciously soft voices.  Where were their hands?

Abruptly, Kevin pushed Patrick away and waded toward
shore.  Without a word to Jerry, he walked to the tent.  His
cock was not hard but it was not flaccid, either.  Kevin
returned with two towels.  By this time, Patrick was also
out of the water.  His cock, too, was half way between soft
and hard.  He accepted a towel from Kevin.  Both dried
off and dressed without saying a word.

"I'd better be on my way now," Patrick said to Jerry.
"Thanks again for the hospitality.  Enjoy the rest of your
vacation."  With that he walked to his boat, got in, and
rowed away.

Jerry turned to Kevin who was now sitting and watching
Patrick row toward the opposite side of the lake, avoiding
eye contact with Jerry.

Jerry was torn between interrogating his grandson about
what went on and letting Kevin decide whether to say
anything.  He opted for the former.  "So what happened?
Why did Patrick leave so suddenly?"  Kevin continued to
stare straight ahead.  "Talk to me, Kevin.  Whatever
happened, I still love you."

Kevin finally made eye contact with Jerry.  "I screwed up,
grandpa.  I'm sorry."

"Want to tell me about it?"

"We were having fun swimming.  I really liked him.  He was
friendly and...I have to admit it...he was good looking.  But
then he started to grab my bum.  One time, he even stuck
a finger in my crack and touched my hole.  I did it back to him.
That was my first mistake, It only encouraged him and he
started grabbing my cock.  Second mistake.  I did it
back to him.  Then he reminded me that you were watching
and he had an idea.  That was when he started helping me
with the breast stroke,  He was touching and rubbing my
cock.  It felt good so I let him.  That's another mistake.
I guess I fooled myself into thinking that it was all just a
bit of naughtly fun.  I should have known better.  Then he
started talking dirty to me.  He said he would like to fuck
my little ass.  He said we could go into the woods and
fuck each other.  I said 'no' just you said I could when
I didn't want to do something.  But he kept trying to talk
me into it.  He said we could ditch the old man and have
a really good time.  That's when I shoved him and got
out of the water.  I really screwed up, grandpa, and I'm
sorry."  Kevin was on the verge of tears.

"Come over here," Jerry said soothingly.  Kevin willingly
fell into his grandpa's arms.

"I'm sorry.  Really sorry.  I should have known better."

"First of all, Kevin, I understand.  I understand that it
felt good so that's why you let him play with your cock, even
when it went beyond playfullness.  You let things go too far
but consider it another lesson in your sex education.  Next
time, you'll handle the situation better than this time."

"Yeah, but I stopped it only partly because I finally realized
what he was really after--just quickie sex.  What really pissed
me off was that he called you 'the old man.'  You're not an old
man.  You're my grandpa.  You're my best friend, and I love
you."

As they continued to hug each other, Kevin still felt guilty
about what he had done but relieved that his grandpa
understood and forgave him.  Jerry did, in fact, understand
why things escalated but he was extraordinarily touched
that Kevin came to his senses at least partly because of
the 'old man' epithet.


Chapter 8 -- Lesson Two

They spent the next hour talking about sexual predators,
gays who wanted nothing more than quick sex, STDs, the
utmost need to be discrete in any sexual activity, and
the importance of finding someone who was not just
physically attractive but was genuinely likable.

Having covered at least most of the warnings and cautions
of gay sex, Jerry felt Kevin had enough to absorb and
decided to continue the discussion later.  "So, Kevin,
what have you learned about gay sex so far?"

Kevin thought a moment, grinned, and said, "You're
testing me now, aren't you?"

Jerry chuckled and said, "I suppose I am.  But I want to
be very sure that you understand because it's extremely
important."

"Mostly, that I like gay sex.  I knew before that I wanted
it but you've shown me that I like it.  A lot.  I know how
important it is to say no ... and no again if necessary.
I know how important it is to be careful because of
diseases and to be careful not to get caught doing it.
But I also know there are some things I don't know."

"Like what?"

"Like how to find somebody.  You've said that when our
vacation is over that I'll have to find somebody my own
age.  I don't want to.  I want you to be my best friend.
Can we renegotiate the third condition of our pact?"

"No," Jerry replied firmly.  "I've explained the reasons
for it.  The reasons haven't changed.  It's very important
that you find somebody else.  As time passes, the
reasons will only become more compelling.  Let's just
concentrate on enjoying what we have for a couple of
weeks but always keep in mind that it will come to an end."

Kevin knew he had no hope of changing his grandpa's
mind but that didn't diminish his disappointment.

"Say," Jerry began, hoping to get Kevin's mind off the
end of their sexual activities.  "I know a place back near
Vanderbilt that has miniature golf, batting cages, and a
driving range.  Why don't we spend the rest of the
afternoon there?  We can eat in town or come back to
camp for dinner.  Then, I have to administer your
examination."

It took a minute for Kevin to recall that the night's sex
would include his doing to Jerry what Jerry had done
to him.  That made him grin and say, "How about we do
the exam now and repeat it tonight?"

"You ARE a horny toad, aren't you?  I'd rather do it tonight."

"Come on, grandpa.  Please."

"Kevin?  Are you forgetting something?"

"Oh yeah.  Condition two.  You're saying no."

They spent several hours at the recreation center and it
would be impossible to say which of the two had more fun.
Kevin opted for dinner in a restaurant and they returned to
the camp site after dark.  Kevin bounded out of the Jeep
and started running to the tent, his eagerness to take his
exam controlling his thoughts.  Jerry called him back.
Reluctantly, Kevin returned to the Jeep to find Jerry
searching for something.  "Ah, there it is," he said.  He
tossed a bar of soap to Kevin and said, "We got all
sweaty and stinky at the recreation center.  I don't want
to make love to a stinky boy.  Let's get cleaned up."

Kevin didn't like the delay but had to agree that they
needed a bath.  They stripped on shore, stepped
into the lake, and began to wash themselves.

"It'd be more fun in daylight," Kevin commented.  "I can
hardly see you."

"Next time we'll do it in the daylight.  You can wash me
and then I'll wash you and we'll be sure to get everything
clean."

"Everything?  Cool!"

Having dried off and returned to the tent, Jerry said with an
official tone of voice, "All right, young man.  This test will
determine whether you are ready to advance to the next
lesson in your education.  There's no time limit but I'll be
evaluating you every step of the way.  Do you have any
questions before we begin?"

"No, sir," Kevin replied, getting into the role of student.

Maintaining a stern tone, Jerry said, "Good.  If you pass
the exam, it will be followed by your next lesson.  Are you
ready to begin?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good.  But first," Jerry said looking down at Kevin's very
erect cock, "we'll have to get rid of a potential problem."

"What do you mean, sir?"

"If you are to concentrate as you should on passing the test,
you can't be distracted by your own need to ejaculate.  I
guess I'll have to drain your balls for you."

Before Kevin had a chance to respond or react, Jerry had him
on his back and was vigorously sucking the boy's cock.  Jerry
had several reasons for doing this.  He desperately wanted to
taste cock again and to savor cum.  He had denied himself the
pleasure of that for more than 35 years and he craved more
of what he had done the previous night.  He also wanted to
give pleasure to Kevin who, he knew, would have a very short
fuse and and would thoroughly enjoy the orgasm.  But there
was another reason.  It was part of his plan for Lesson Two of
Kevin's sex education.

Kevin was immediately caught up in the sensations Jerry gave
him.  Rather than ejaculating immediately, it took several
minutes of sucking, stroking, and fondling of balls before
Kevin cried out and released his seed into Jerry's welcoming
mouth.

Jerry, extremely pleased by his own pleasure but far more
pleased that Kevin enjoyed the experience, sat next to the
boy cross-legged to watch the expression of ecstasy fade
from Kevin's face.

When Kevin had recovered, Jerry reverted to the professorial
tone and said, "Now then, young man.  You shouldn't be
distracted from the exam.  Are you ready to begin?"

"Yeah.  I mean, yes, sir."

"Then begin."

Kevin was suddenly confused.  He expected to do the same
things to his grandpa as his grandpa had done to him and he
was eager to start.  But they had to be laying down in bed and
his grandpa just sat there.  Suddenly, it occurred to him.  He
moved closer to his grandpa, put one arm around his neck,
placed a hand on his thigh, and gave him a passionate kiss
on the lips.  He gently pushed his grandpa onto his back and
straddled his waist.  By the time Kevin had kissed and licked
his way as far as the first nipple, both of them had forgotten
the pretense of an examination and were fully engaged in
sexual arousal.

By the time Kevin had worked his way up Jerry's thighs, Jerry
was erect and leaking precum.  Duplicating what Jerry had
done, Kevin licked the cock from base to tip, tasted precum
for the first time (and liked it), encircled the large knob with
his lips.  He flicked his tongue repeatedly but there seemed
to be no response.  Kevin had ejaculated almost immediately
and expected his grandpa to do the same.  It took no great
leap of imagination to improvise his next moves.  Grasping
the base of the swollen cock with one hand, he began
stroking it while simultaneously stroking the upper part of
the shaft with his lips.  For a first-timer, he was performing
remarkably well.  And thoroughly enjoying sucking cock for
the first time.

Jerry, meanwhile, was enjoying the first blow job since his
college days, which was something that he had long
yearned for.  His wife, regretably, had a very conventional
attitude toward sex and refused to do more than man-on-top
intercourse.  Jerry was in heaven and wanted the sensations
to continue forever but that was not to be.  He was on the
brink and knew he couldn't hold back.  He said to Kevin,
"I have to cum now.  You don't have to take it in the mouth."

Kevin wrapped his lips even more tightly around Jerry's
cock and accelerated the pace of his stroking.  He was
rewarded with two blasts of cream that surprised him to
the point of letting much of it dribble down Jerry's cock,
over his hand, and onto Jerry's balls.  He did, however,
get a good first taste of cum before swallowing the
residue in his mouth.  He continued sucking until Jerry
had to push his head away because his cock was
becoming too sensitive.

Kevin was concerned over the apparent rejection of his
efforts.  "Did I do something wrong?"

"Not at all," Jerry managed to say through the fog of his
elation.

Kevin crawled up to lay beside Jerry, still worried that he
had done something wrong.  When Jerry was sufficiently
recovered, he said, "That was wonderful, Kevin.  Far
better than I expected or even hoped for."

"I didn't make a mistake?  You pushed me away."

"Only because my cock got very sensitive.  You did a
magnificent job.  You were tender and considerate.  Your
pace was just right to arouse me.  And I can honestly say
that's the best orgasm I've had in many years."

"Then I passed the test?"

"With an A plus!  With my admiration and gratitude."

Kevin beamed with pride.  Not only had he enjoyed every
moment, his grandpa liked it and was proud of him.  They
hugged each other, pressing their naked bodies together
and enjoyed the warm glow of simply being together.

Jerry embraced Kevin and kissed him.  Kevin responded
by returning the hug and pressing their naked bodies
together.  Their hands roamed in a random progression
from ears, to chest, to stomach, to ass cheeks, to balls, to
cock.  It didn't take long for them to synchronize their
movements to allow each unencumbered access to
each others' bodies.

Jerry had, so long ago, experienced the bliss of having
unfettered access to a naked body without the compulsion
to 'perform.'  It was a new experience for Kevin who took
no less delight in the casual, sensual, arousing, but
simultaneously relaxing pleasure.

Jerry's cock remained flaccid in spite of the stimulation
of it being fondled.  Kevin understood that.  It was to be
expected because his grandpa had just come.  Kevin's
erection, however, returned quickly and stayed hard
throughout the experience.  Still, as his grandpa had
predicted, he didn't feel the need to cum.  Instead, he was
content to let the intense pleasure of being together
occupy his thoughts.

After quite some time, they just laid together wrapped in
an embrace.  Kevin said softly, "This is nice.  It's sexy
but not the kind of sexy that I had ever considered."

"Is it as nice as a good orgasm?"

"Dunno," Kevin mused.  "They're both good.  It's different
but I suppose I like both."  After a few moments of silent
reflection, he added, "I wish it could go on forever."

"So do I, Kevin.  But we can't spend all of our time in bed.
There's more to life than sex."

"That's not what I meant.  I was thinking about the end of
the vacation.  I agreed to condition three but I hate it.  I
wish you and me could go on doing this."

"I don't like it either, Kevin.  But it has to be that way.
Let's just enjoy what we do together now."

Jerry began to slowly stroke Kevin's still-hard cock.  Kevin
welcomed the renewed sensations and moaned softly.
Jerry continued stroking and gradually picked up the pace.
He was fairly confident that the young boy could ejaculate
again even though it had been a short time since the last
one.  He was not mistaken.  Kevin gasped, bucked his hips,
and discharged a small flow of creamy juice.

Jerry let him recover and then said, "Can I clean you up?"

Kevin thought that Jerry would retrieve a towel and said,
'Okay."  He was then surprised when Jerry repositioned
himself and began to lick up the cum from Kevin's stomach
and the tip of his cock.  Finished with his delightful task,
Jerry cuddled with Kevin.

Jerry was almost asleep when Kevin propped himself
up on one elbow and said, "Hey.  What about lesson
two?  You said if I passed the exam, you'd give me
another lesson."

"You've had the second lesson, Kevin."

"I have?" he replied quizzically.

"Sometimes," Jerry began, having abandoned the role
of teacher and talking more as Kevin's best friend, "two
gay men can get enjoyment from just being together and
cuddling.  If they aren't driven by an urgent need for
orgasm, they can pay attention to each other.  They can
show their affection by massaging, kissing, or even
fondling each others' cocks.  But the objective is not to
cum but to just lie together.  It's a subdued form of sex
play but it can be intensely satisfying."

"So that's why you sucked me off.  You wanted me to
get that out of my system."

"Precisely," Jerry replied.  "But you got hard and stayed
hard.  I hope that prolonging the arousal was pleasant
for you."

"Very.  I felt excited and relaxed at the same time.  Is
that weird?"

"Not at all.  It's exactly how I hoped you would feel."

"But then you jerked me off.  Why did you do that?"

"Just because I thought you would like it.  Besides,
after a long period of arousal, a guy might need some
relief.  Was I wrong?"

"No.  It was awesome."  Kevin kissed his grandpa and
said, "Thanks."  But then he thought for a moment and
asked, "How come you didn't get hard?  Weren't you
horny?  Do you want me to jerk you off?"

"The answer to all of those questions is in condition
three of our pact."

Kevin thought for a while and said, "Oh."  He then thought
better of asking the next question that came to mind--
whether his desire and capacity would fade with age
as it apparently had with his grandpa.  However, he was
beginning to better understand his grandpa's firm
insistance on finding a partner closer to his age.


Chapter 9 -- Second Thoughts, New Beginning

Jerry was the first to awaken the next morning.  As the
fog of slumber ebbed away, he was suddenly conscious
of naked boy spooned into his back--a boy whose morning
woodie was undeniably nestled into the crack of his ass.  He
smiled as he thought of the extremely erotic pleasures of the
night before.  It was what he had yearned for since his college
days.  And the dream came true.  Those thoughts caused his
cock to begin swelling.

But a troublesome thought invaded his mind.  Kevin was a
minor and his grandson.  What in the world had possessed
him in allowing it to happen?  He reminded himself that it was
Kevin who initiated it.  It was Kevin who was tormented by his
sexuality and needed help in coping with the problem.  The
sexual contact was justified because they loved each other,
it was what both wanted, and helping Kevin cope took the
highest priority.  But did that really justify what he had done?
Was it simply rationalizing?  Was helping Kevin just an excuse
for satisfying his own selfish needs?  Was he hurting or helping
a boy that was mature beyond his age but not yet an adult?
Should he end the illicit relationship?  Would that hurt Kevin
even more?  Those questions put an abrupt end to his arousal.

Before he had decided what to do, Kevin stirred, hugged
Jerry, and said, "Good morning."

"Good morning," Jerry replied.  "Sleep well?"

"Never better," the boy gushed as he hugged Jerry even more
tightly, which only partially dissipated Jerry's concern over
continuing Kevin's sex education.

"Up and at 'em," Jerry said to suggest that they get up and
get breakfast.

"I'm already up," Kevin replied as he pressed his erection into
Jerry's butt firmly.

Although he was still conflicted about further sex play, Jerry
couldn't help but chuckle.  "Not now," he said.  "I've got to pee
and I'm starving.  Let's get dressed and have breakfast."

"Condition two?" Kevin asked.

"I guess so."

"So how come you're always invoking condition two and I
haven't yet?"

"Condition three." Jerry replied.

Kevin thought about that for a moment before saying "Oh."
However, he then felt compelled to say, "You're saying no
and I understand that.  But there's something I don't think
I understand.  Is it that you can't or that you just don't
want to?"

"Oh, I want to, Kevin.  And I'm sure I can, especially with
someone as good looking as you.  But I promised to be
honest with you so I'll tell you the real reason.  I'm having
second thoughts about what we're doing.  I'm extraordinarily
pleased that you are happy doing it and I enjoy it just as much
but I can't stop wondering if I did the right thing by letting it
get started.  I know we have discussed this before -- it's
illegal, many say immoral.  I worry about the long term effect
it will have on you.  You have your life ahead of you and I
would be devastated if I thought that our sex play would
haunt you or even bother you in the future."

"Yes, we have discussed it.  You've helped me come to
terms with who I really am.  You've helped me accept that
being gay is not sick.  You've given me advice on how to
handle feelings that had been growing worse and worse
for years.  So the discussions have helped me, grandpa.
As for the sex play, that's helped me, too.  I now know the
pleasure of gay sex and I can't thank you enough for that.
I know that you did it for me more than for yourself.  And
one thing more.  I didn't like condition three at first and
still don't but I'm beginning to understand the reason.  I'm
beginning to understand that you insisted on it out of
concern for me.  For all of that, grandpa, I love you even
more than before."

Jerry was speechless at Kevin's insight, understanding, and
most of all his appreciation and love.  He could only hug his
grandson in a lingering embrace while fighting back his tears.
Kevin had obviously spoken sincerely and only secondarily
if at all, to erase those nagging second thoughts.  But erase
them it did.  Jerry was now far more comfortable continuing
the sex -- for Kevin's benefit more than his own -- until the
end of the vacation.

Again without speaking, Jerry broke the embrace, rose, and
got out of the sleeping bag.  He slipped on his boxers and
left the tent to pee.  Kevin followed immediately without
bothering to cover himself.  They stood by a tree and emptied
their bladders but Jerry couldn't help admire his grandson who,
in addition to his intellect and emotional maturity, had a body
that was nothing short of amazing.  If only he were 40 years
younger.  If only Kevin were not his grandson.  If only.

Jerry had no doubt at all about the necessity of condition three
but still regretted that it had to be enforced.

Following breakfast, Jerry retrieved a portable weather radio
from the Jeep only to learn that a storm was approaching
from the west.  The forecast was for two days of steady rain.
"Time to move on, Kevin.  If we go north into the Upper
Peninsula of Michigan and then west into Wisconson, we'll
put ourselves on the other side of the storm.  I know a place
that I think will be perfect."

"Where's that?"

"It's a resort.  With fishing, boating, hiking trails, horseback
riding, lot's of things that I think we would both enjoy."

"Sounds like fun.  So we'll camp there?"

"No.  They have a big lodge, almost like a small hotel.  We can
get a room there or they might have a cabin available.  Either
way, we can use the indoor or outdoor swimming pool, eat
real food in their restaurant, and take a hot shower."

"Together?" Kevin asked.

Jerry didn't understand the question and looked quizzically at
Kevin.

"Remember when we washed up in the lake?  You said next
time we'd do it in daylight when we could see each other better."

"Kevin!" Jerry exclaimed.  "I've told you about all the activities
available at the resort and you're interested only in showering
with me?"

"Well...ah..." Kevin stammered.  Everything sounds like fun but
I just...well..."

"Never mind," Jerry replied.  "I know what's on your mind and I
think maybe, just maybe, we can carve out some time for that."

Within an hour, they were packed and on their way.  An hour
after that, they were crossing the Makinac Bridge over Lake
Huron where Kevin could hardly contain his awe at the sight
of the long bridge with vast expanses of water on either side.
Soon after that, they stopped for lunch where Jerry called
ahead to the resort for reservations.  Interrupting the call
momentarily, he turned to Kevin to say, "We're in luck.  They
have a room at the lodge and also have a cabin.  Which would
you prefer?"

"You choose," Kevin said tactfully.  "You've been there and
know which would be best.  For what we want to do," he added
with a smirk.

Jerry scowled at him and told the reservations clerk that he
would take the cabin, and yes, they would arrive before 6:00 p.m.
and finally, "No, Ive been there before so I know how to get
there."

Back in the Jeep, Jerry headed north on route 123 and then
west on route 117 toward Wisconsin.  During the drive, Jerry
felt compelled to give Kevin some words of caution.  "When
we get there, Kevin, we won't be alone in the woods.  There
will be a lot of people around.  Remember what I said about
condition one?"

"Sure.  We've got to keep it a secret."

"There's more to it than that.  Do you remember?

"Of course.  We have to act like grandpa and grandson.  We
can't do or say things that would arouse suspicion."

"Very good.  I should have known that you would remember.
But there's something else I said when we talked about it."

Kevin thought without recalling any more than he had already
said.  "Sorry.  Give me a hint."

"If you do or say something wrong or stupid?"

"Oh yeah.  You'll let me know about it."

"That's an important part of your education, Kevin.  Now that
you have accepted the fact that you're gay, you'll have to learn
to avoid the discrimination and persecution that gay boys can
suffer.  You'll have to always be careful about what you say and
how you look at handsome men and boys."

"But I already know that," Kevin objected.

"Yes, in a way you do but in another way you might not.  Why do
you think Patrick started messing around with you when you were
swimming?"

"Oh," Kevin said with surprise.  "Was I looking at him and showing
interest in a way that...?"

"I'm sure that's part of it.  Of course, he was attracted to you.
Who wouldn't be?  You're bright and personable and when you're
naked nobody who's interested could fail to notice what a totally
sexy body you have."

"So you're saying I should be more careful?"

"Yes, because you can unintentionally invite unwanted advances
from people who just want a quickie -- biff, bang, thank you man.
But you must also be aware that you can use your personality and
good looks to attract someone you want to attract.  Perhaps even
more importantly, you can try to be a keen observer of how others
look at you, how they talk to you, and how they might feel about
you.  Then you can respond appropriately by either discouraging
or encouraging them."

Kevin was silent for the next several miles while he considered
what he had heard and tried to predict what his future might be.
Finally, he said, "Thanks, grandpa.  For helping me accept what
I am and for helping me learn how to live with it.  I know I've got
a lot more to learn but you've given me a head start.  I love you."