Date: Mon, 12 Jan 2004 10:53:55 -0800 (PST)
From: "dancingfool@rocketmail.com" <dancingfool@rocketmail.com>
Subject: Lessons from Granddad

LESSONS FROM GRANDDAD

By dancingfool@rocketmail.com

Lesson 1

     "Phew!  I thought we were never going to get away,"
Carl whispered to me, waving at Mum on the platform at
Temple Meads Station as the train pulled out.  "The last
four days almost killed me!" he continued, grabbing his
crotch and leering at me.  "She was buzzing around the
house like a hornet that wouldn't leave!"

     "You said it, Bro," I grinned, collapsing on the seat.
 We had the compartment to ourselves, and he slouched in
the seat opposite me, spreading his hairy thighs and
thrusting his crotch at me with a smirk.

     "So what do you think of our chances at Granddad's?" I
asked.  "Is he gonna let us share the downstairs bedroom
this time?"

     "I sure hope so -- but even if we're upstairs,
anything is better than Mum on the other side of the wall
and a door that won't even close right!  And that
downstairs bedroom at Granddad's has a new double bed in it
too, not like those singles in our bedroom with the squeaky
springs -- I'll bet he lets us if we beg him!"

     My twin and I were on our way to Norfolk to spend the
summer hols with our Dad's Dad, like we had done the last
two years, but this time it was going to be a bit
different, and for a couple of reasons.  For one thing, Dad
wasn't going to join us for ten days (he and Mum separated
when we were seven).  But the bigger difference was
something Carl and I had discovered last Christmas:
wanking yourself is fine, but having your brother wank you
is heaven.  And for the last four days we hadn't been able
to touch each other, what with Mum there bustling around
the place every minute of the day, remembering another
thing that had to be packed or another chore for us to do
before we went!  So like any 15-year-olds in our position,
we were desperate.

     "Come on, Lee, do me now?" Carl pleaded, reaching for
his fly.  He hadn't even closed the curtains on the
passageway windows, and I just rolled my eyes.

     "Give it a rest, Bro -- I'm as randy as you are, but
the conductor is gonna be here any minute, or some other
passenger."  As if on cue, a mother herded her toddler past
the window, shooting us a dark glance.  "And anyway," I
went on, "how are we gonna clean up the mess?  It's been
four days, and you'll probably drown me!"  Carl always
comes a quart, and if he has to hold it for more than a
day, it's even worse.

     "Aw, you never wanna help!" he pouted.  "But I guess
you're right, Bro -- and I hate it when I can't strip down.
 You better promise to make it up to me tonight, though --
even if we are upstairs."

     "Don't worry, Bro -- nothing could stop me.  And I'm
gonna need some help too, you know."

     "I know that, Bro -- you always do."  Carl gave me a
lascivious smile.

                           *  *  *

     Four and a half hours, two changes and a tube ride
later we were pulling into Norwich Station, and there was
Granddad already on the platform.  Carl and I are tall and
thin, but Granddad is built like a stevedore -- barrel
chest and brawny arms, tanned hairy thighs like tree trunks
straining the legs of his shorts.  He's got a snow-white
beard, and someone always wants him to grow it long and be
St. Nick for the Christmas panto.

     His face lit up when he spotted us and started waving;
we grinned and waved back, and suddenly I realized how much
I'd missed him.  We had seen him at Christmas, but not
since then, and he has this way of making you feel like
everything is all right, that there's nothing to worry
about.  Dad was an only child, so we're his only grandsons,
and he treats us like we're a prize he won.  I wished we
could stay with him in Norfolk year round.

     We scrambled off the train with our bags and were in
his arms two minutes later.  "Here you are, my golden boys,
taller and more fanciable than ever," he cried, squeezing
us tight and kissing us both.  I thought we were getting a
bit old for all that, but when he did it I changed my mind.
 He never cares what people think -- why should we?  With
Carl I just hugged him back and basked in the glow of his
love.

     He leaned over and picked up both of our suitcases and
started for the car park.  "Good journey then, lads?" he
asked.  "You could probably murder a sandwich or three --
am I right?"

     "Oh, yes," we answered in unison falling into step on
either side of him.  "Famished," I added.

     "Well, let's not waste any time -- we've still got the
drive ahead of us," he said, heading for the Rover.  We
marched.

     In the Rover we caught him up on all the news from
home and school.  "You're still the track stars, I hope?"
he asked.

     "We're gonna have to be doing a lot of running even
through the summer if we want to be when the term starts
again," replied Carl.

     "Well, we'll just have to squeeze it in with the
swimming and bicycling," said Granddad.  "And the gardening
-- I've been waiting for a bit of help with some
transplanting."

     "Is it the rose trees you were talking about at
Christmas?" I asked.  Granddad's garden is famous in
Wells-next-the-Sea, and even though we can only help in the
summer, he tells people it's all down to us.  "Are they
going on the side against the road?"

     "That's right -- I think they'll be brilliant there,
don't you?"  We agreed and plunged into a discussion of the
rest of his improvements for the garden.

     As soon as we arrived at the cottage on California
Terrace, we dropped our bags in the foyer; Granddad put the
kettle on in the big stone kitchen.  The table was laid for
tea already, and went to the sink to wash our hands.

     Picking up the bags from the foyer, Granddad said, "So
I thought I'd give you the downstairs bedroom, lads -- all
right with you?  You could probably use a little privacy --
and I know you don't mind sharing a bed."

     I glanced sidelong at Carl, wondering what Granddad
expected us to say.  I looked over at Granddad, but he just
grinned impishly and slung our cases through the bedroom
doorway.

     "Uh, yeah, Granddad, that's great," I finally choked
out.

     "That's settled then," he said briskly, and set about
making the tea.  "You get out the sandwiches, Lee, and
Carl, you get the cake and fruit from the pantry."  A few
minutes later we were seated round the little kitchen table
and the three of us attacked the meal like ravening wolves.
 Granddad has no problem keeping up with us, even if he is
over 60 -- it must be all that work in the garden and
traveling everywhere by bicycle.

     After the washing up, we filled the afternoon with a
walk into town and out the end of the pier, Granddad
pointing out all the changes since last summer.  The tide
was out and the boats lolled in the mud like fish out of
water.  On the way back we stopped to do a bit of marketing
for dinner.  Granddad had succeeded in taking our minds off
our urgent need, but when at ten o'clock he kissed us good
night and climbed the stairs, it wasn't a moment too soon.
"You lads don't stay up too late -- tomorrow's a busy day."

     We said good night casually enough, but the minute we
heard the door close, we grinned manically at each other
and dashed for the bedroom.  Carl was hard before he had
his shirt off and I wasn't far behind.  We pulled back the
sheet and slid into bed beside each other.  I slipped one
arm around my brother and took his rigid cock in my other
hand.  He groaned aloud and put an arm around my shoulders.

     "What was Granddad getting at, do you think?" I asked.
 "That thing about sharing a bed?"  Slowly I started our
ritual, beginning with long slow strokes along the full
length of Carl's penis, gripping the thick base gently and
tightening as I worked up to the tapered head.

     "I don't know, Bro," he breathed, "but he was
certainly right, wasn't he?  Don't worry about it -- oh,
God that's good!"  Closing his eyes and moaning, he cupped
his balls in his hand threw his head back.  I gave my whole
attention to my brother's meat, working it just the way he
likes it.  Raising his head, he looked into my face as I
pleasured him and grinned at me.  I grinned back and
quickened the pace.

     In only three more strokes, my brother panted and
swore:  "Shit, Lee -- ah, fuck, fuck, fuck!" and began
shooting his load onto his belly and chest and higher.  I
was riveted to the sight of my brother's cum slit gaping
open as he pumped volley after volley of semen over us
both.  There was so much I began to laugh, and he did too.

     "Shit, Lee, it's in your hair!" he gasped, flopping
back on the pillow and giggling convulsively.

     "I told you you'd drown us!"  I inhaled the rich smell
of his seed and wondered -- not for the first time -- what
it tasted like.  As he lay back, I completed our ritual by
rubbing the thick cream all over his chest and belly and
into his pubes.  His cock was as hard as ever, and I knew I
would be doing him at least once more, if not twice, before
we slept tonight.

     "You think Granddad ever shared a bed with his
brother, Bro?" Carl asked me.  "You think he ever did what
we're doing?"

     "I don't know, but I hope he did," I answered.  "I
know I wouldn't mind seeing him do it now.  All that hair
on his chest?  Wouldn't it be hot to rub the jizz into
that, Bro?"

     "I'll say," Carl agreed.  "And you know his dong must
be huge -- do you remember what he looked like in his
bathing costume last summer?"

      "You mean like he was hiding courgettes?" I
snickered.

     "Yeah -- or bananas and oranges," Carl laughed, idly
playing with my penis.  His strokes became more insistent
and he grinned at me.  We switched places (we're both
lefties) and he returned the favor.  This time there was no
conversation; we just grinned at each other and then
watched his skillful hand on my aching cock.  After only a
few more minutes (sometimes I think it's the exact same
number of strokes!) I was ejaculating just like him, spurt
after spurt, again over both of us.

     Carl whistled.  "Shit, Lee -- that was as much as me!"
he said in awe.  "You must be catching up!"  He loves to
remind me that he's seven minutes older.

     "Yeah, Bro, I was pretty hard up too," I gasped
beaming my gratitude at him.  Suddenly I couldn't resist it
any longer -- I had to kiss him, and I did.  His eyes
popped, but he didn't pull away.  In fact, after a moment
he rolled onto me and pressed his lips even harder against
mine.  I opened my mouth and slid my tongue between his
lips --  we devoured each other like starving men.

     When we finally came up for air, he stared at me and
breathed, "That was wicked, Bro!  I've wanted to do that
for so long!"

     I could hardly believe it.  "So have I, Bro -- I just
thought you'd think it was queer or something."

     "I don't care if it is -- you're my bro," he said
defiantly, and fastened his mouth on mine again.  He
squirmed on top of me, both arms around me, rubbing my load
all over both of us, and humping me like a dog.  I reached
around to grab his muscular ass and forced our rigid cocks
together.  When he breathed out I breathed in, and when I
breathed out he breathed in, the two of us sharing a
lungful of air until we were lightheaded.  His grinding
against me became more urgent, and I gripped his buttocks
like a vise.  Amazingly, even though he had come only a few
minutes before, I felt my brother spew another load of hot
semen between our slippery bodies as he groaned into my
mouth.

     Slowly his humping subsided, and after a few more
moments he rolled off beside me and took my cock in his
hand again.  I pulled him to me and we kissed passionately
as he brought me off a second time.

     We both lay back gasping, and then he got the giggles
again.  "Fuck that's hot, Bro," he panted out between fits.

     Suddenly there was a long slow creak as the bedroom
door swung open.  There stood Granddad in his knickers.  We
froze.

     "Everything all right here, lads?" he asked mildly.
"It's getting a bit noisy down here."  We lay there
paralyzed.

     He grinned at us a moment and then sniffed at the air
and made a face before going on.  "Mmm, rich!  The smell of
two randy boys who've just given each other a little
relief.  I suspected that's what you'd be up to, 'cause I
know you don't get much space at home.  Don't worry, lads
-- it's perfectly natural for brothers to satisfy their
urges together, and with twins I think it must be just
about inevitable."

     We were still speechless, but Granddad tried to put us
at ease.  "Lee, Carl, relax!  It's okay.  If you want to
know the truth, your old Granddad just felt left out."

     Well, that started to penetrate, but it was still
almost too much to take in at once.  Being caught in the
act is one thing, but now Granddad was telling us he wanted
to join in?

     "Really?" I finally squeaked out in disbelief.

     Granddad sat down on the edge of the bed and gave us
couple of reassuring pats on the legs.  "Well, sure, lads
-- who do you think helps me out?  Where's my brother when
I need him?"

     Finally Carl began to laugh.  "Are you joking,
Granddad?  You'd wank with your own grandsons?"

     "If that's all you wanted to do, I'd be happy with
that," he answered mysteriously.

     "Huh?" I gasped.

     "Wha -- ?  Whaddya mean, Granddad?" Carl asked.

     "There's a lot more blokes can do together than wank,
lads -- or haven't you worked that out?"

     There was a bit of a pause while we digested that.
"Like what?" I finally asked.

     "Maybe this old dog can show you a trick or two --
what do you say?"

     Carl's cock was rigid again, I couldn't help noticing,
but so was mine.  "That would be brilliant, Granddad!" Carl
said.  "Teach us everything!"

     "Don't mind if I do, then.  But first I'll get a
little more comfortable."  He stood up and both of us
stared in anticipation.  Granddad looked up at us and
hesitated.  "Been wondering what your old Granddad has
downstairs?"

     "As a matter of fact, we were just talking about it,"
I replied.

     "Well, I hope I don't disappoint," he laughed, " --
but I don't think I will."  And with that he slid down his
knickers.  Out flopped the biggest dong I had ever
imagined.  It was only half hard, but it was as thick as my
wrist at the base.  Like ours, it tapered to the head.

     He stood there in front of us stroking himself and
gave us an appraising look.  "I see you both have the
family penis," he said.  "There seems to be almost no
variety in this family, except for size," he smirked.  We
stared, awestruck, as his great cock swelled in his hand
and arched up toward the ceiling.  He laughed.  "Not so
bad, is it?"

     "It's awesome, Granddad!" Carl breathed, goggle-eyed.
He looked at me.  "Shit -- I hope we get that big, Bro!"

     "Well, now," said Granddad, "I know you won't believe
it, but there's such a thing as too big.  Yours will
probably grow a bit more, but they're already just fine.
You'll see what I mean later."

     "If you say so," I said, "but I doubt it."  It
occurred to me to wonder how Granddad knew so much about
the cocks in the family, but a minute later I was
transfixed again by the sight of that enormous tool right
in front of us.

     Granddad climbed onto the bed and knelt on the end
between us.  "Okay, who wants to go first, hmm?  Well, I
guess I should ask who came last?"

     "That would be him, Granddad," said Carl, nodding at
me.  "Does that mean I'm first?"

     "Sounds about right," said Granddad, and without
another word he leaned down and took Carl's cock into his
mouth.  I was riveted.  I guess I sort of knew what a
blowjob was, but it hadn't seemed like something real until
that moment.  But the minute I saw it, I knew that's what I
should have been doing for Carl.  I scrambled onto all
fours and hunkered down with my face a foot from my
brother's crotch.

     Granddad was obviously a master of this -- he was
taking the whole organ into his mouth until his lips were
at Carl's balls; he would hold it there and then gently
slide up and down the shaft for a while, his tongue sliding
all over Carl's glans.  He pulled off for a moment and said
to me, "Take notes, Son -- you're going to want to give
your brother as much pleasure as you can.  Just make sure
your teeth don't scrape his shaft, and treat his cockhead
as if it's some delicious lolly."

     Granddad went back to work, and Carl interrupted his
long moan of ecstasy to confirm my impression.  "It's
incredible, Lee -- you're not going to believe how good
this feels.  Oh, Bro, we've been wasting our time."

     Granddad sort of snorted into my brother's crotch at
that point -- he must have been laughing at us.

     "Oh, don't stop, Granddad," Carl pleaded.  "Just never
stop."

     But already he was breathing faster, and I recognized
the signs of my brother's orgasm approaching fast.  Just as
I expected, a few minutes later Carl groaned and exploded
into Granddad's mouth.  Granddad stopped moving up and
down, but he didn't let go -- he hungrily gulped down
Carl's load.  I could hardly believe it -- I guess I
thought he was going to pull off or something, but there he
was swallowing every drop.  Even if it was his third time
in less than an hour, there was obviously still plenty of
spunk boiling up out of my brother's balls.  Suddenly I was
jealous of Granddad -- he was getting what I hadn't even
really worked out that I wanted:  my brother's semen.

     Gently Granddad released Carl's spent penis and sat
back between his heels, wiping his mouth with the back of
his hand and grinning at us both.  "There -- that wasn't so
hard, was it?"  he said to me.  "Think you can learn how to
do that?"

     I just grinned, but Carl was ready to go.  With a hand
on my chest he pushed me down on my back and crawled
between my legs.  "Let me show you, Bro -- you're gonna
love this."  And with that he engulfed my cock.  The first
stroke eager he went too far and gagged, but he pulled back
a bit and started doing for me just what Granddad had done
for him.

     "That's right, Son," said Granddad, laying a hand on
his shoulder and bending down to assess his technique.
"Just remember how it felt when I was doing you, and do the
same thing for your brother."

     Carl was right.  If having him wank me was better than
wanking myself, having my brother suck me was ten times
better again!  The soft warmth of his mouth completely
enveloping my cock as he slurped it down -- I never
imagined anything could feel so good!  I couldn't decide
whether to just lie back and concentrate on what he was
doing to my penis, or watch his beautiful mouth sliding up
and down my slick, rigid shaft.  But I didn't have long to
worry about it -- in record time I was groaning and pumping
my load into his throat.  Just like Granddad, he held me in
his mouth until I stopped cumming, and then swallowed every
drop.  Reluctantly releasing me, he gently cleaned off my
penis, licking up every trace of my spunk.

     "Yum!  You're delicious, Bro!"  He grinned and sat up.

     "Shit, Carl," I breathed.  "That was amazing.  You
sure learn fast."

     "Yeah, I'd say both you lads are going to be quick
studies," Granddad chuckled.

     Unbelievable as the experience had been, I still felt
a bit cheated that Granddad had gotten Carl's load.  Then
my eye fell on Granddad's big tool still standing up
between his thighs.

     "But how about you, Granddad?" I asked.

     "I was hoping you'd ask -- fancy a go?" he asked,
leaning back on his elbows.

     In no time I was fastened on that giant cock like it
was the nipple of life.  Mother's milk, nothing -- daddy's
milk was what I was after!

     Granddad laid a gentle hand on my head.  "That's
right, Son, just take it nice and easy and keep those teeth
off your Granddad's shaft.  That's right, Son -- lick the
head like it's ice cream.  Make sure you concentrate on
that little spot just below the slit."

     Hearing him instruct me, I knew just how it was
feeling to him, and wanted to give him the best blowjob
he'd ever had.  To my delight he began breathing faster and
harder, not talking any more.  Looking up at him as I
sucked that great tool, I saw that he'd closed his eyes and
was getting red in the face.  He must have been pretty
randy himself, because a few moments later he was shooting
a huge wad into my mouth.  Greedily I gobbled it down,
loving the taste -- and Granddad like some kind of sperm
fountain, filled my mouth over and over!

     Just as I'd seen him do with Carl, I waited until he
was finished and then gently released him, still holding
the last few squirts in my mouth.  Suddenly I felt my
brother grab my head and kiss me, his tongue eagerly
invading my mouth in search of Granddad's semen.  I opened
wide to let him in, happy to share the bounty of our
grandfather's great bollocks.

     Carl and I lay in each other's arms, still savoring
the taste of our Granddad, finally lapsing into a doze.
The travel, the walk, and the excitement of the last hour
had taken their toll.  Granddad snoozed along with us, an
arm draped across both his grandsons' bodies.  After
another ten minutes he suddenly snorted himself awake.

     "Phew," gasped Granddad, rolling onto his back and
wiping his brow, "you two are something else!  I think
that's enough tuition for tonight.  I'm going to go and
clean up, and we'll have another lesson tomorrow.

     He kissed us both lovingly on the lips, his great paws
roaming over our asses, and we wished him good night.
Turning in the doorway to turn out the light, he said,
"Goodnight lads -- I'm so glad you're here."

     Carl and I turned to each other for one last kiss and
drifted off in each other's arms.

To be continued...