Date: Fri, 5 Oct 2007 13:58:37 -0500
From: Morris Henderson <bigmoh@post.com>
Subject: Grandson's Education - Part 5

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 13 -- A New Kind of Love

Following breakfast, Jerry picked up the two sack lunches he had
ordered the night before.  The kitchen had put each into an insulated
bag that had a clip to hang on a belt.  Then they headed toward the
trail head and a day's worth of exploring the surrounding hills.
Jerry let Kevin lead the way and found, after about an hour, that he
had to call to Kevin and ask for a rest break.  Kevin chuckled but
refrained from deriding his grandfather's lack of stamina.

By noon, they were several miles from the Lodge on a ridge with a
magnificent view of a lake down below and forest stretching to the
horizon.  Kevin was his usual animated self, enthusing about the
fresh air, the scenery, the exercise, and the wonderful time he was
having.

Jerry enjoyed all of that as well but enjoyed even more that his
grandson was having a good time.  "So you're having a good time?"
he asked.

"It's wonderful," Kevin exclaimed.  "Thanks for the best vacation a
guy could ever have."

"So what do you like?  Camping back at the lake or here at the resort?"

"Both," Kevin responded.  "But you know what I like best, don't you?"

"Yes, I do.  And that's the part I like, too."  Jerry reflected back
on how the unexpected had come about and suddenly regretted that it
would end.  After his initial resistance and misgivings over the
incestuous relationship, he had come to accept it and then to relish
it.  Kevin had given him as much satisfaction as he had given Kevin,
perhaps more.  Yes, it was more.  For only the second time in his
life, Jerry was attracted to, was intimate with, and absolutely
devoted to another male.  Kevin, he recognized, was experiencing new,
wonderful feelings for the first time and that had to be nice but
Jerry had found satisfaction after decades of secret longing.  For
one brief moment, he considered relaxing his insistance on condition
three but quickly corrected himself.  It would be painful -- for both
of them now -- but the pain would be temporary.  To allow it to
continue was not best for Kevin. It would be extraordinarily selfish
of him to think of his own pleasure and not consider Kevin's long-term
well being.

"Earth to grandpa!  Do you read?"

Jolted from his thoughts, Jerry replied, "Sorry.  I guess I got lost
in my thoughts for a while."

"Whatcha thinking about?"

"Just thoughts," Jerry replied, reluctant to confess that he, too,
would be sorry that the vacation would end.

Kevin sensed that Jerry was hiding something and probed, "Hey.  I
thought we were going to be honest with each other.  I told you my
secrets.  It's only fair you tell me yours."

Jerry stared at the horizon for a while collecting his thoughts.
"You're right, Kevin.  You deserve to know.  I just hope I can
explain it in a way that you'll understand.  Over the last few days,
I've come to love you.  Not the kind of love a grandfather has for
his grandson but a love of one man for another.   Back at the lake,
my primary concern was helping you through a difficult time you
were having over being gay.  I thought then that having sex with
you would help you understand what being gay is like.  Don't get me
wrong.  I enjoyed it, too.  But that's part of the problem.  I got to
enjoying it more an more.  Not because it's sex.  It's because it's
sex with a person I love.  I love you for your intellect and
personality.  I admire your beautiful body.  I'm happy when I'm with
you, especially when we share our bodies with each other.  I find
myself thinking of you as a lover and not a grandson.  Frankly, Kevin,
that scares the bejesus out of me.  If we could freeze time and stay
this way forever, I'd be the happiest man in the world.  But that
can't happen.  We have to return to our lives.  You have to finish
school, go to college, and make a life for yourself.  I'll have to
go back to being your grandfather.  As much as I love you and want
to be with you -- because I love you the way I do -- I have to let
you go.  I have to insist that you find a partner and build a life
together with him."

Jerry found that his spontaeous confession was emotionally
draining and his tears began to flow before he had a chance to
quell them.  Kevin moved to sit next to Jerry and put an arm around
his waist.  "I love you, too, grandpa.  I've always loved you as a
grandpa.  I love you even more now.  I want to love you even after
the vacation is over.  I want us to be together.  We can find a way."

Jerry stiffened and said, "No!  It wouldn't be right for you.  It
wouldn't be right for me.  You have to find someone your own age.
Maybe I can find someone as well.  Years from now, you'll look back
and agree with me.  Hopefully, you will thank me for insisting on it.
But we can both look back at a glorious week we spent together.  I
know that I will always remember the gift you gave me -- a week of
joy, a week in which you made my dreams come true."

"But grandpa..."

"No buts!  The vacation will end.  The sex will end.  Until that time,
we can be lovers but after that we will be grandfather and grandson.
Please, let's not talk about it again.  Instead, let's just enjoy each
other while we can."

Jerry's tone and expression left no doubt as to his resolve.  Kevin
realized, first, that it would be completely futile to try to persuade
his grandpa into changing his mind and second, that to do so would
only make him angry.  So he keep quiet.  And thought.  Ultimately,
he concluded that his grandpa was right.  There would simply be
too many problems if they lived together.  And then there was the
age difference.  Kevin correctly guessed that his grandpa was
struggling to come to grips with the inevitability of old age,
loss of virility, and perhaps infirmity.  Arguing for a continuing
relationship would only raise once more the specter of growing old
and the last thing Kevin wanted was for his grandpa to be unhappy.

After several minutes of sitting quietly together, Jerry said with a
somewhat artificial cheerfulness, "Let's hike down to that lake.
Maybe we can find a secluded spot and do some skinny dipping."

Forty five minutes later, they arrived at the lake shore.  Both of
their spirits had lightened considerably and they were once again two
people having fun.  They found a hidden cove surrounded on three
sides by forest and thick underbrush.  "This looks like a safe spot
to swim.  I don't think anybody will see us here," Kevin observed as
he took off his shirt.  He took off his shoes and socks and was about
to take off his trousers and briefs when he noticed that Jerry was not
undressing.  In fact, Jerry was doing nothing but watch him intently.
"Don't you want to swim?" he asked.

"No," Jerry replied with an earnestness that took Kevin by surprise.
"What I really want is to make love with you."  Jerry, having admitted
to Kevin -- and to himself -- that he now regarded Kevin as an ideal
love partner and acutely aware that the time for showing that love was
limited, made a decision.  "I want to kiss and caress you.  I want to
love you while we can -- for as long and as often as I can.  May I do
that?  Right here?  Right now?"

Kevin didn't answer with words.  His answer was a smile.  He, too,
wanted to indulge in intimacy with reckless abandon.  Perhaps it
would chase thoughts of ending the relationship from his mind.
It certainly would bring him the ecstatic pleasures that he had
longed for and might not experience for a long time after the
vacation was over.

He removed his trousers and briefs, and stood naked before
Jerry, proud of his body and pleased that Jerry admired it.  He
held his arms out to beckon Jerry to come to him.  Jerry stepped
to him and they locked in an embrace before kissing one another
deeply.  Breaking the kiss, he spread Kevin's clothing on the ground
and gently guided him to lay on them.  Then the love-making began
in earnest.  Jerry covered Kevin's chest and stomach with hands
and mouth.  This was no lesson in what it's like to be gay.  This was
the expression of adoring love.  Certainly that's how Jerry felt about it.

Kevin, too, attached a new significance to the attention he was
receiving -- it was far more meaningful than mere sexual stimulation.
There was an odd mixture of tenderness and fervor as Jerry worked
his way down to Kevin's newly erected cock.  As Kevin felt Jerry's
tongue and mouth on his cock, the now-familiar sensations grew
stronger but there was a new, emotional component added.  It was
more than sexual gratification; it was the manifestation of genuine
love.  Kevin's orgasm, therefore, was far more momentous.

Neither Kevin nor Jerry recognized at the time that their relationship
had just reached a point that would make it far more painful to bring
it to an end than either had anticipated .

After a short time laying on the ground, Kevin said, "That was the
best ever.  Can I return the favor?"

"Not now," Jerry replied.  "I'd like to just lie here for a while with
a perfectly wonderful young man.  Not a boy.  Not my grandson.  I'd
like to pretend I'm with the lover that I always dreamed about who
has brains, compassion, and a beautiful body."

That his grandpa had explicitly said that he wanted to pretend was
odd for a mature adult who had always valued the rational and the
practical.  Kevin recognized, clearly for the first time, the torture
that his grandpa had endured for more than 30 years and the profound
impact their sex had had on him.  He felt sorry for his grandpa but,
more than that, empathy.  "I love you, grandpa.  I'll always love you.
I know I can't continue to show you that love as a lover.  You've
made that very clear.  But I'll always love you that way.  I may find
someone else but he'll never take your place in my heart.  There
will always be a special place for you."

Kevin's sincerity and simple eloquence brought tears to Jerry's
eyes for the second time that day.  Kevin's tears were his first
of the day but no less meaningful.


Chapter 14 --  Tears of Sorrow, Tears of Joy

Half an hour later, Jerry asked, "Do you want to swim here or in
the pool back at the Lodge?"

"Let's go back to the Lodge," Kevin replied.  "Maybe we can stop
at the cabin for a while before going to the pool."

"Right," Jerry said.  "It would be a good idea to shower.  We'll be
pretty dirty and sweaty by that time."

"But I thought we might..."

"Shower together?" Jerry interrupted.  "Great idea.  Saves time.
Saves water."

Jerry's teasing was not lost on Kevin but he persisted in suggesting
some more sex play.  "And then you can keep your promise.
Remember you said that we could bathe each other in the daylight?
So we could see everything ... and get 'everything' clean?"

"Just what I had in mind, horny toad."

"Hey!  I'm not the only horny one, am I?"

By late afternoon, two weary hikers returned to their cabin.  Kevin
had his shirt, shoes, and socks off almost before Jerry had locked
the door.  He then turned to see Jerry just standing at the door
carefully watching him.  Guessing what his grandfather wanted,
Kevin slowly and seductively lowered his trousers as Jerry stared
with an undiminished awe at the erotic sight.  "Hey," he said,  "You
can't see any more unless I get to look at you, too."

Jerry chuckled and began to undress.  They stood before each
other in their underwear, each grinning lustfully at the other and
thinking of what would happen in the shower.  Kevin's briefs were
starting to bulge as he grew impatient to begin.  As if it had been
choreographed, they pushed their underwear down, let them fall
to their ankles, and stepped out of them.  Neither lost sight of the
other with particular attention to the other's crotch.

Together, they walked into the bathroom.  Jerry turned on the
water and adjusted the temperature before stepping into the
shower stall and inviting Kevin in.  The shower stall was small,
cramped for two people, but that didn't matter.  They wanted to
be close together anyway.

Kevin took the initiative, picked up the soap, and started to lather
Jerry's body.  From neck to waist and then from toes to thighs.
Slowly.  Tenderly.  Erotically.  He reached behind Jerry to wash
the cheeks of his ass making sure to thoroughly wash -- and
stimulate -- Jerry's hole.  He almost giggled when he saw Jerry's
hard cock twitch with each pass of a finger across the pucker.
He then turned his attention to Jerry's pubes, balls, and cock.
The washing was definitely secondary.  His primary purpose
was to further arouse his partner and was supremely successful
in doing so.  Jerry by this time was unconsciously bucking his
hips and felt that his orgasm couldn't be far away.  Kevin rinsed
the soap off Jerry's cock and eagerly took it into his mouth.

Jerry was beside himself.  His cockhead was being erotically
teased by Kevin's mouth and tongue.  The base of his cock was
being methodically stroked by one of Kevin's hands.  His ass
hole was being massaged and then penetrated by a finger of
the other hand.  The cumulative sensations were accentuated
by the warm water hitting his back and rolling down his torso
and legs.  As delightful as all of that was, the urge for release
was stronger and he shot three strong volleys of cum into
Kevin's welcoming mouth.

Kevin then stood and helped Jerry stand on weakened legs.
They embraced and kissed.  When Jerry had regained his
strength, he lovingly washed Kevin, saving his most attentive
efforts to the seemingly perpetual erection of the teenager.
But then he stopped, much to Kevin's disappointment.  He
had sensed that Kevin was about to shoot and he had another
plan in mind.  "Let's dry off and get into bed," he said with a
wicked grin.

They dried each other.  Jerry remained flaccid but Kevin's
erection showed no signs of going down, especially since
Jerry was sure to keep it stimulated.  Jerry led Kevin to the
bed and laid him down on his back.  He kissed and caressed
every inch of his body, returning frequently to the very stiff
cock that twitched and throbbed at every touch.

When Jerry sensed that Kevin was on the brink, he would
divert his attention to another part of the boy's body before
returning to fondle and suckle on Kevin's manhood.  Each
cycle of the sex play was shorter than the last.  With each
cycle, Kevin's urge grew stronger until he was begging for
relief.  His fists were clenching the sheets.  He was moaning.
He was thrashing and bucking his hips.  But Jerry continued
the torture, confident that it would ultimately conclude with
a mind-blowing orgasm.

Which it did.  Kevin's whole body was consumed by waves
of erotic, intoxicating sensations.  And then the explosion.
Strong blasts of cum shot up through his cock into Jerry's
throat.  Each one painfully satisfying, each one easing the
pent up pressure that was a prelude to electrifying relief.
He fell back onto the bed unable to move, unable to think,
able only to feel the sensations gradually fade away.

It was fully ten minutes for his heart beat to subside to a
normal pace, his breathing to normalize, his strength to
return to his muscles, and his mind to clear.  He turned his
head and looked at Jerry who lay beside him and who was
gazing at him.  He couldn't find the words to express the
utter joy he felt nor his gratitude.  Instead, he wrapped his
arms around Jerry, hugged him so tightly it was almost
painful, buried his head in Jerry's shoulder and cried
tears of joy.

Jerry's eyes were also wet but for another reason.  His were
tears of sorrow.  While Kevin was recuperating, Jerry was
thinking that the relationship must end in only two more days.
The young man who had become his lover would then
become -- must become -- his grandson.


Chapter 15 -- Subtle Signals

Kevin was about to drift off into blissfull sleep when Jerry said,
"Hungry?  How about some dinner?  Then we can come back
here and ..."  He didn't finish the sentence but the meaning was
nonetheless clear to Kevin.

"Yeah.  Let's eat ... but have desert back here.  Okay?"

"Okay, horny toad," Jerry laughed.

It was just getting dark when they finished dinner in the Lodge.
Having paid the bill, Jerry stopped by the reservations desk to
confirm the horseback riding in the morning.  He specifically
requested two gentle horses since this would be Kevin's first
time on a horse.  "All our horses are gentle, sir," replied the
attractive young woman at the desk.  "But I'll make a special
note on the schedule for you."

As they walked away from the desk, Kevin said quietly to Jerry,
"She likes you."

"What makes you say that?"

"Didn't you see how she smiled at you ... and the way she looked
at you?"

"That's her job," Jerry said dismissively.  "She has to smile and
be nice to all the guests."

"I don't think so," Kevin said.  "And I don't think you're practicing
what you preach."  Jerry was now confused and looked quizically
at Kevin.  "Remember you told me to be careful about what I said
and did because it might send the wrong signal?  You said I would
also have to pay close attention to what other people said and did
so I could get clues to whether they're interested in ..."  He caught
himself before saying what he was about to say and then finished
his sentence with, "...you know...whether they want what I want."

"You're absolutely right, Kevin.  I guess I'm not paying attention.
And I'm pleased that you remembered what I said.  My only
excuse is that I'm not shopping now so I don't notice the
... ah ... merchandise that's available.  When I do go shopping,
it will be for -- shall we say -- something more to my liking -- and
I'll pay more attention.

As they walked through the lobby toward the front door, Jerry
noticed that several guests were seated there enjoying the
fire in the fireplace and sipping on drinks.  "I know we're having
desert in the cabin but would it be all right with you if we sat here
in the lobby for a little while?  I'd like to have an after-dinner
drink.  You can have a soda if you want."

"That's fine.  But don't have too many," he added with a smirk,
"because it might ruin your desert."

"Trust me," Jerry replied.  "I would never do anything that would
interfere with enjoying desert."

"I think I'll try out the video game room.  Just come get me when
you want to ... when you're ready to leave."

Kevin hurried across the lobby to the videogame room while Jerry
ordered a Scotch at the bar and took it to an empty arm chair near
the fireplace.  As he sat and sipped his drink, his thoughts were
consumed with, of course, what had happened and how he had
come to regard his grandson as a lover.  It was an astonishing
turn of events and one that simultaneously pleased him and
frightened him.  That, in turn, led to thinking that the relationship
must end much sooner than he would have liked.  He worried more
about its effect on Kevin much more than on himself.  Had he let
things get started, had he allowed them to continue, had he, in fact,
encouraged them to continue without sufficient consideration of
Kevin?  It's true, he assured himself, that he had helped his
grandson become much more comfortable with being gay.  But
it is also true, he reminded himself, that Kevin would face
significant problems living gay.  Would Kevin be able to cope with
the abrupt end of sexual activity?  Could he eventually find a
partner to take the place of an old man who was, for a brief period,
available and willing?  And finally, what could he do to make the
end of the vacation easier for Kevin to accept?

With no acceptable answers to those questions, Jerry realized
that his glass was empty.  His first thought was to order another
but then he remembered the plans for the evening and his
promise to Kevin not to have too many.  He strolled across the
lobby to the videogame room but stopped in the doorway when
he saw Kevin and another boy competing on some type of
shoot-em-up game.  They were obviously caught up in the
game and Jerry didn't want to interrupt.

As he stood just inside the doorway watching, he noticed that the
boy with Kevin was strikingly handsome.  He was Kevin's
height but seemed to have a more well-developed chest under a
tee shirt that clung to his torso.  His almost jet-black hair was
full, covered his ears and the back of his neck but was neatly cut.
Cut-off jeans revealed slightly muscular legs with a moderate
amount of short, black hair.  Jerry guessed him to be about Kevin's
age but perhaps a year or two older.

He continued to watch and it became obvious that the two were
not just having fun with the videogame but had developed a rapport.
That was not particularly remarkable because Kevin had always
made friends easily.  However, knowing what he knew about
Kevin's orientation, he wondered whether they had found more
of an affinity between them than merely enjoying a videogame
together.  With no more reason than that, Jerry suddenly felt
jealous.  He immediately cursed himself.  Even if there was
some secret kinship developing, Kevin was doing exactly what
he wanted him to do.  Kevin had a right to have friends his own
age and he had no right to discourge it.

They finished the game -- it appeared the other boy had won --
and walked together, laughing, toward another game.  Just then,
Kevin saw Jerry in the doorway, smiled, waved, and said something
to his new friend.  The simle on the other boy's face faded as he
looked over in the direction of the doorway.  The two boys talked
for a few moments, each appearing to be quite serious.  Then,
both smiled at each other and parted company.  Kevin hurried
over to Jerry and said, "Ready for desert now?"

They walked back to the cabin and the conversation consisted
mostly of Kevin talking about the various video games and how
they were more fun than the few he had at home.  He said nothing
about the other boy and Jerry's curiosity was building.  He was
about to ask when Kevin said, "I met a boy from Chicago and
we played some games together.  You saw him just before we
left.  He just got here today with his Mom and Dad and little sister.
We had a ball!  His name is Casey and he's really nice.  And he's
great at the video games."

"It sounds as though you like him," Jerry ventured, hoping to learn
more about how they got along.

Kevin didn't reply immediately but walked in silence for a while.
Then, he found the courage to ask what was on his mind.  "I'd
like to talk to you about Casey some time.  I know we're supposed
to have desert and I want to do that but I'd like to talk to you
later.  I think I need some advice."

Kevin's comments, but even more his serious, concerned tone
tended to confirm Jerry's suspicions that there had been more
of an attraction between the two than would be expected between
casual friends.  "Of course, Kevin.  I can't guarantee that my
advice will be any good but I'll do my best."