Date: Sun, 18 Jan 2004 00:04:29 -0800 (PST)
From: "dancingfool@rocketmail.com" <dancingfool@rocketmail.com>
Subject: Lessons from Granddad - Chapter 2

LESSONS FROM GRANDDAD

by dancingfool@rocketmail.com

Lesson 2

     In the morning I awoke to sun streaming through the
window, and the familiar tang of dried semen filled my
nostrils.  On the other side of the door was Granddad
filling the kettle and rattling pots in the kitchen, and
asleep on my arm was my brother, snoring faintly on his
back.  I just watched him for a moment, reliving the events
of the evening before and looking forward to all the
evenings ahead.  My gaze traveled from his slightly parted
lips down the long neck and slim cum-encrusted torso to the
matted pubic bush.  Predictably, his cock was straining up
toward his navel, just like mine.  Sometimes I can't
believe he's my brother, that I came into the world already
provided with a best mate.

     Granddad's sharp rap on the door woke him up and made
me jump.  "Up and at 'em lads -- first day of summer
training!" he boomed, swinging the door open and grinning. 
He was already dressed in his habitual uniform of shorts,
sandals and white polo shirt.  "Phew, what a pong," he
cried, wrinkling his nose, " -- but a good healthy one,
anyway," he finished with a grin.

     We blinked sleepily at him in our nudity and smiled. 
"Morning, Granddad," we said almost in unison.

     "Sleep all right then?" he asked.

     We nodded.

     "I should think so," he smirked.  "After all that
exercise you probably haven't stirred since I left you." 
He stepped into the room and climbed onto the foot of the
bed to lean over and give us each a kiss.  Sitting back on
his heels, he took an erection and each hand and gave them
a squeeze.  "Doesn't seem to have satisfied you, though,
does it?"

     Giggling, we slithered out of his grasp and slid out
of the bed onto our feet.

     "Gotta pee, Granddad -- back in a flash!" said Carl,
and we ran for the toilet.

     "Right then lads," he called after us " -- I already
ran the bath, so you stay in there till you're clean and
then into your running kit before you eat -- a short run
before breakfast will do you no harm.  I know a bath before
a run isn't usual, but the two of you need it."

     "Aye, aye, Captain!" called Carl as we stood on either
side of the toilet, forcing our erections down and willing
them to subside.  Finally we succeeded in emptying our
bursting bladders, and jumped into the tub.  We scrubbed
each other down to the accompaniment of Granddad's sizzling
and frying.  He sings while he cooks, and we were able to
have a bit of whispered consultation while we washed.

     "So what's lesson number two going to be, do you
think?" I asked.

     "I don't know, Bro, but if it's anywhere near as good
as last night's I'm ready for it now," Carl leered,
grasping my rehardening prick.

     "Seriously, though," I said, fending him off.  "What
else do guys do?"

     "Don't ask me, Bro!  I'll ask him at breakfast, if you
like."  That's Carl -- he's always been the bold one.

     "Right, then -- you do that," I said, hosing him down
with the shower spray and then turning it on myself.

     Five minutes later we were in our shorts, singlets and
trainers, setting out from the front step, followed by
Granddad on his bicycle.

                           *  *  *

     When we got back from the run, Granddad put the cycle
in the shed and joined us in the kitchen, where we were
fast emptying the pitcher of lemonade.  Taking his station
at the cooker, he put the already cooked food into the oven
to reheat and started breaking eggs into the pan. 
Whistling as usual, he dished up three plates of scrambled
eggs, and then loaded the plates with sausage, tomato and
mushroom.  The three of us hoovered up the meal while
Granddad quizzed us between mouthfuls about times and
distances and goals.  The funny thing about Carl and me is
this:  while we argue and compete about a lot of other
stuff, when we're running all we want is to do it in
harmony.  We've often broken the ribbon together, and no
one has ever come in between us.  Other teams call it
freaky, but they're just jealous.  When I feel like I just
can't keep up the pace any more, all I have to do is look
over at Carl -- he looks back at me, and it's like a shot
of pure energy, and for both of us.

     When we'd finished the breakfast and the washing up,
and I was thinking about a shower, Granddad said, "So, lads
-- are you ready for lesson number two?"

     We looked at him in surprise.  "Don't you think we
should have a wash first, Granddad?"

     He gave us a sly smile.  "No, Son, I don't.  There's
nothing wrong with sweat on a clean body, and a nice sweaty
boy is something I haven't had for a good long time, never
mind a pair of them as handsome as you two."

     I thought it was a bit kinky, but we'd agreed to let
him show us everything.

     "Up with you then," he said, rising.  "We're going to
want a bit more space for this one."  He led us upstairs,
to his own bedroom.  My brother and I undressed each other
with Granddad's help, and then we both stripped him.  Carl
and I were both hard and pointing at the ceiling; Granddad
was only half hard, but growing.  Even though we'd seen it
last night, we still couldn't take our eyes off it.

     "That's what I like to see," he said with a wink, " --
always ready, always hard!  Now Lee, I want you on the bed
on your back, and Carl, this time you get to watch first." 
I lay down on my back, and Granddad scooted me around so my
ass was almost hanging off the side, and then spread my
legs.  I had no idea what was coming, but I was already
faintly sick with excitement.

     Granddad knelt on the floor by the side of the bed,
and looked up at me from between my legs, stroking my
thighs and balls and giving my dick a squeeze.  "Get ready,
Son," he whispered, and suddenly his tongue was in my
funky, sweaty ass crack.  I jumped and groaned -- what a
feeling!

     "Awesome, Granddad," breathed Carl, " -- that's so
nasty!"  His gaze flicked back and forth between my face,
to see what I was feeling, and Granddad's, to see what he
was doing.  Granddad's tongue felt huge and soft and warm,
rooting all around my asshole and scrotum, his beard and
moustache tickling me almost unbearably.  I could feel his
spit flowing as he laved all over my most private spot,
where even my brother hadn't yet dared to go.  Slowly the
spirals drew in toward my hole, and unconsciously I reached
for my throbbing cock and started to stroke.

     Granddad grasped my wrist firmly and paused long
enough to say, "Not yet, Son -- just a little bit longer,"
before going back to work with renewed vigor on the asshole
alone.

     Except for my cock, I just went completely slack,
letting him in, and felt his tongue penetrate my anus. 
Nothing had prepared me for this -- it was totally
incredible!  I started to reach for my penis again, but
then remembered Granddad's admonition in time.

     "Shit, Bro," Carl squeaked, " -- he's going right up
your ass!"  He was beside himself, kneeling beside Granddad
and shifting from knee to knee, then rearing up to watch my
face as I thrashed on the bed, then crouching down again to
watch Granddad's powerful tongue taking me to new heights
of ecstasy.

     Slowly Granddad tapered off (I whimpered with
disappointment) and he turned to Carl to say, "Want to give
it a try, Son?  Want to give your brother the best thing
he's ever felt?"  He shifted aside and raised his eyebrows.

     Carl didn't even answer him, but just dived in and
attacked my asshole.  To begin with he wasn't as smooth as
Granddad, but knowing it was my brother -- my favorite
person in the world -- down there drilling his tongue into
my ass made it just as good.  And he was even more
energetic -- it was like he was trying to get inside me
with his tongue, and my sphincter relaxed even further -- I
must have been gaping wide open by now, and Carl's tongue
was getting farther and farther inside.

     "That's it, Carl, let him feel your whole tongue on
his hole -- give him some more," Granddad encouraged him. 
He watched him go at it a few more minutes, and then told
him to stop.

     "Stand up, Son," he said, "I think he's just about
ready.  Now let's get you ready."  Again I was mystified,
but ready for anything.  Taking a tube from under the bed,
Granddad faced Carl's bobbing erection and unscrewed the
cap.  He squeezed a bit of clear jelly onto his fingertips,
rubbed it around and began to apply it to Carl's penis,
careful to keep his touch light.  Gently he spread it all
over his head and shaft, making it gleam in readiness. 
Knees buckling, Carl groaned and steadied himself on
Granddad's shoulders.  At last the penny dropped:  my
brother was going to fuck me!

     Somewhere in a library once Carl and I had found some
history article about relations between men and boys where
the man would "introduce his member into the boy's anal
cavity," and we literally hadn't believed it.  We hadn't
seen a lot of cocks, but we knew they could be pretty big,
and the whole idea that it could fit inside an asshole --
much less a young boy's asshole -- just seemed absurd to us
at the time.  But that was before the last ten minutes with
Granddad and Carl's tongues on my own anus -- suddenly I
knew it was not only possible, but the thing I wanted most
on earth!

     Granddad released Carl's cock, gripped his hips and
turned him toward me.  I grabbed my knees and spread my
legs wide for Carl, letting my hole gape open.  He grinned
down at me, leaned over and put a hand in each side of me. 


     "Shit, Bro -- I guess blokes can fuck too, then. 
Think you're ready?"  He laughed and gave my rigid penis an
appraising squeeze. 

     Granddad sniggered and assured him, "I'd say he is,
Son -- I've never seen a boy open up so quickly in my
life!"  He put one hand on Carl's ass, and with the other
aimed his cock at my hole; finally I felt the first touch
of my brother's cockhead on my asshole.  "Now take it slow,
Son," he told Carl.  "Don't push -- just let him pull you
in -- you don't want to hurt your brother.  This should be
the best thing either one of you has ever felt, but it can
hurt if you're not gentle."

     "Don't worry, Granddad -- I'll never hurt my bro,"
Carl responded earnestly, looking up at him, and then
smiling back at me.  I just gazed up at him with total
trust.  Granddad looked from one of us to other, judging
our connection and commitment.

     He needn't have worried:  Carl and I moaned together
as Granddad slowly guided him into my ass, Carl's eyes
boring into mine.  His breath quickened as he suppressed
his immediate urge to climax.  I don't know why, but there
was no pain at all, only joy, as my brother filled me with
his meat.  And then, amazingly, my cock exploded -- I
hadn't even touched it!  Sperm shot up my body, hitting my
chin and splattering over my face.  Laughing, his whole
cock inside me and his balls on my crack, Carl bent down to
lick the semen off my lips and feed it to me in a deep
kiss.

     Still kissing me, he began to fuck me.  Raising his
head and breaking our kiss, but never taking his eyes off
mine, he fucked harder and harder, instinct guiding his
hips as he forced himself deeper and deeper inside me.  I
stared back at my brother, dimly aware of Granddad standing
beside us now, one hand still on Carl's back and the other
flogging his own enormous meat.

     Carl came.  His face contorted in ecstasy and, eyes
shut, he rammed himself into me and planted the first load
of his brotherseed in deep inside me, grunting with each
spasm.  I grabbed his hips and pulled him in even deeper,
sweating with lust and love, eagerly merging with my twin.

     A moment later Granddad began to keen; we both looked
over in hungry anticipation.  Moving in and putting one
knee on the bed, he pointed his huge tool at my face.  Carl
brought his face to mine, and we shared the enormous load
as it spurted out over us, drenching us both.  We slurped
down what landed in our mouths, and lapped the rest off
each other's faces.  Finally Carl collapsed onto me, gluing
his body to mine with the remains of my own load, and
Granddad threw himself down beside us, panting with
exhaustion.

                           *  *  *

     After dinner the three of us watched "Sorry, I Haven't
a Clue" on the telly, and when that was over, Granddad
stood up to say goodnight.  "You two can stay up, but this
old man needs his kip."  He kissed us both and headed for
the stairs, saying, "Hang on a sec', lads -- I'll give you
something you'll need later."

     I looked at Carl, mystified, but a minute later
Granddad was back, and he tossed the tube from the
afternoon at me with a wink.  "Plenty more where that came
from, so don't worry about using it up!  You boys have fun
now."

     Carl grinned at me and switched off the telly.   "Come
on then, Bro -- time for you to show me what it feels
like!"

     I followed him into the bedroom, stripping as we went.
 Carl shut the curtains and I turned on a light.  He turned
to face me, smiling, and put his hands on my hips.  Looking
into my eyes, my brother brushed his lips against mine; the
effect was electric -- my cock rose instantly.  Still
holding my hips, Carl positioned the heads of our erections
together and we studied our identical straining cocks for a
moment.  Then he pulled me to him and his strong tongue
snaked between my lips, into the back of my mouth,
searching for more, more brother taste.  Afraid I would
shoot right there, I pulled away and gasped, "We better do
it now, Bro -- I'm gonna pop!"

     Carl stepped back and smiled; then he flopped down
onto the bed on his back, grinning up at me as he groped
for the lube and spread his hairy legs wide.  Never
breaking our gaze, he opened the tube and squeezed a gob
onto his fingers.  Spreading his buttocks even wider, he
slathered the lube over his hairy pucker, still looking me
in the eye.  Breaking physical contact had allowed me to
get control of my lust, but watching my brother lube
himself up for my first penetration of him had me beside
myself again -- I was dizzy with craving for him!

     Shakily I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself
over him.  Gripping my hips again, he guided my pelvis to
his ass.  "I won't lube your cock, Bro," he whispered.  "If
I do you'll come off before you get inside -- I put enough
on my hole that you'll go right in."

     My glans finally touched the warm, slick pucker of
Carl's anus; I squeezed my eyes shut and willed my orgasm
back.  When I was in control again, I looked down past my
brother's thick penis and great furry balls to where my rod
yearned into his sweaty crack.  Just then the wrinkled
sphincter gaped open as Carl willed me into himself.

     Between gritted teeth he hissed, "Please, Bro -- get
it inside me!"

     Fixing my gaze on his again, I advanced into my
brother, my best friend and soulmate.  As the flange of my
cockhead penetrated him, his eyes rolled to the ceiling for
a moment and he gasped with excitement.  "More, Bro!" 
Tightly gripping my pelvis he drew me the rest of the way
in, my pubes flattening his great balls between us.

     A grimace of dismay flickered across his face as he
lost control.  He whimpered, and then, just as I had done
earlier in the afternoon, he shot.  The first and second
jets hit me in the chest.  The third hit my chin; the
fourth and fifth splattered across his face.  Opening his
eyes again, he gazed up at me while his cock spent itself
between our bodies.  To me, Carl's face in orgasm is a
miracle of beauty.  And in that moment, something passed
between us:  Without speaking, we both knew that whatever
else happened, we would be doing this for the rest of our
lives.

     The intensity of the moment passed, and a great goofy
grin spread over Carl's face, instantly mirrored on my own.
 I felt his fingers dig into my buttocks as he pulled me
deep into his ass.  When he let me, I pulled halfway out,
slammed back into him twice more, and felt my own explosion
deep inside his body.  Intently he watched my face as I
groaned and pumped my essence into him.  By the seventh
squirt I was giggling with joy, giddy with release.  He
pulled my head to his, wrapped his arms around me, and we
devoured each other again, voraciously inhaling the rich
stink of semen as we spread it over each other's faces.

     "Oh, Lee," he finally breathed.  "I didn't think
anything could feel that good -- but it's just as good as
fucking you, Bro."

     I grinned at him.  "So big brother likes taking it as
much as giving it?"

     "I can't even choose," he gasped.  "But then I haven't
had enough practice.  We're gonna have to do this a lot
more to figure it out," he smirked.