Date: Tue, 8 Dec 2009 16:13:12 +0000
From: Eric McKenney <titanic_cock@hotmail.com>
Subject: How to Teach My Son the Way Grandpa Did, Part 6

How to Teach My Son the Way Grandpa Did, Part 6
by Eric Titan (titanic_cock@hotmail.com)

All usual disclaimers. Do not read if this is illegal where you live our
you are underage. This story is completely fictional and does not represent
any actual stories. Thanks for comments from parts 1-5. I hope everyone is
enjoying. Comments welcome. titanic_cock@hotmail.com


It was a long night and the dick became one big blur. I must have sucked
for hours total. From 69ing to rimming, we seemed to do everything 10
times. They ended with one last reprise of everyone coming up and having a
nice long daisy chain session. And everyone found out they had one last
round of cum left in them. Once I heard one cumming in someone's mouth, it
was like dominoes, cum filled mouth after cum filled mouth. That made my
3rd since 11pm. I felt like Dylan's age again. I had no memory of them
leaving, just waking up at 1 in the afternoon feeling every muscle in my
body aching, and my hole aching for a finger and a lick.

I didn't even bother putting on any close. No one was downstairs, so I went
on to the shed. Grandpa was sitting there naked, stroking his dick, and
Dylan laid on his couch, slowly humping, as they stared at my video from
last night. "Boy, you missed your calling. Why I didn't get you into porn,
I just don't know."

I looked at Dylan, realizing what a dream i was living. Two days ago, i
thought he hated me. Now, here I was, naked and showing him my homemade
porn as he lay there, bound, waiting for me to take him tomorrow. "Well,
not much I'm holding back from you anymore, is there?"

"Dad," and I spit at him again, "You are so amazing. I can't wait to try
all those things with you."

"All in good time, boys. Now boy, today's the last day and you've still got
5 more assignments."

"Grandpa, I am so sore, I swear, I can't do anything physical all day."

"Fair enough. I promise. I don't want to wear you out. Now, the next two
are very easy. I need you to deliver this package to one of my friends,
Ken. And then he'll have number 12 for you."

"That's all? Just deliver this package? You swear?"

"I swear. It should take 2 minutes. Here's his address."

"Ok. Be back in a bit."

As i started to leave, Dylan said, "Thank you, for doing all of this for
me. I love you, dad."

I walked back to him, looked him in the eyes and said, "I love you more
than anything, Dylan. I've been so worried about our relationship these
past few years. I couldn't have asked for more than to have my boy back."
And I spit on him and left.

I drove to the address Grandpa wrote down to find out it was my old high
school. There was no one there, as it was summer. I tried several doors
till I found one open with a sign that read, "Junior Cadet's Meeting, 208"
I found the room and saw about 20 boys, maybe 13 to 18, doing different
activities around the room. There were tents and sleeping bags
everywhere. The one adult, a well-built guy with salt and pepper hair
walked over. "Can I help you?"

"I'm sorry. I'm sure I'm in the wrong place, but I was looking for Ken."

"That's me. Ken Engels. You must be Pete's grandson. How are you?"

As I shook his hand, i realized how familiar he looked. Then it hit me,
"Mr. Engels? Didn't I have you for science?"

"That's what I teach here. And been here almost 30 years, so i'd say odds
are pretty good. How bout we go into my office for a minute? Boys, keep on
working it out. I'll be back in a minute. And no messing around. If anyone
doesn't know how to pitch a tent by themselves by the time they leave
today, they're not going camping." We went into his office. I felt like I
was entering a cabin in the middle of Montana. "The Juniors have a big
camping trip next weekend. Tons to prepare. So, Pete says you have a son
you wanted to enroll in your local troupe back home?"

"He did."

"Yes. I've already called and they'll be expecting Dylan at their next
meeting, Saturday morning. Here's all the info."

"Wow, thanks. That's great. My grandfather didn't tell me anything about
this, but I think it's exactly what he needs."

"I'm sure it will be."

"What's it called? Junior Cadet's? I've never heard of it."

"Not surprised. We've been going in this state a little under ten years, so
still new. And it's very exclusive, invitation only. Dylan's very lucky."

"Well, thank you so much."

"No problem. If you have any questions, here's my number. You can call me
anytime, day or night."

"Thanks. I can't believe I've run into you after all this time. Crazy. You
know, I'm sure you don't get nearly as much praise as you deserve for being
a teacher, but I remember you the most vividly and as being the best."

"Well, thanks a lot. I wish we'd had Juniors when you were in high
school. We could have hung out even more."

"I wish we had to. Well, thanks again. Oh, I almost for. I'm supposed to
give this to you."

"What is it?"

"I don't know."

Ken opened the wrapping and read the cover, "'Personal. Stay out.' Well,
that sounds intriguing."

"Wait a second. That's my old journal. Why the hell is my grandfather
giving you that?"

"There's a note from Pete. 'Ken, Thanks again for getting Dylan in. I
thought I'd give you this as thank you. Enjoy!' Well, that is odd."

"I can't believe this. Just when I think he's doing some good, he pulls
this. I'm sorry. I'll take it back."

"No, no. There's some great stuff in here." He turned it around to show
pages of photo I'd torn out of magazines, all hot actors and singers I'd
liked wearing as little closes as I could find. Suddenly, I remembered what
this book was. It was all my sexual thoughts and feels I had back
then. Nick got me started, saying it might help me figure things out during
those confusing years.

"You even found some naked shots of these guys. And I like how, if they
weren't naked, you drew in their dicks and balls over their shorts."

"I am so embarrassed. Seriously, i'll just take it back"

"Oh, looks like Pete marked a few pages. 'Mr. Engels, the hottest man on
earth', 'How Mr. Engels takes a shower', 'How Mr. Engels jacks off.' Man,
you gave this a lot of thought, didn't you?"

"I'm going to kill my grandfather."

"Don't be embarrassed. Fuck, you're all red. We all had crushed as kids on
older people. I'm just flattered it was me. 'Top 20 things I would like to
do to Mr. Engels.' I like #3. How the hell did you know what #6 was in high
school?"

"Mr. Engels, I mean, Ken..."

"You can still call me Mr. Engels. It's alright."

"Well, I'm glad you like it. Glad you think it's funny. Tell all your
buddies tonight at the bar. I see why you and grandpa are friends." I
started to walk out but Ken stopped me by the shoulder and swung me around.

"Now A) there is nothing to be embarrassed of in here. B) what is so bad
about expressing how you feel... felt? If we all did that more often, we'd
be a lot happier." He kept his hand on my should, his face inches from
my. I tried backing up, but the doorknob was digging into my ass. "And C) I
do remember you. I remember how attentive you were and how hard you
worked. And what if I told you, I also remember how hot you were in your
tight jeans. What if I told you, I remember jacking off at night to that
image of your ass walking out of class. And if I thought you ever jacked
off to me back then, i'd be honored." He got closer, less than an inch from
my face, " And if I thought you have thought back on me over the years as
your first crush and your dick shot up, "and he grabbed my crotch and now
hard dick though my jeans, "I'd be horny as hell." We kissed for what
seemed like an hour. I was in heaven, reliving this long unfulfilled
fantasy of my teens. When he backed away, he said, "I told your local
troupe I'd come out next month for a few days. If you could give me a place
to crash, maybe we could see how many of your top 20 items you wanted to do
to me we could knock off."

"Hell, yes, Mr. Engels."

"And I love the book. There's another note from Pete in the back. 'Jason
and Austin's dad's have asked that my boy help them earn a badge
today. Please see to it. And tell him, 11 and 12, check." He opened up the
door and called for Jason and Austin to come in. Two boys, about 14 came
running in. "Boy, this is Big Pete's grandson. Your dad's have given
permission for him to help you earn your next badge. What do you say?"

Both boys shouted, "Cool" and started taking off their clothes.

"Now, let's see. I think you're both on Code 12, is that right?"

"Yes, Mr. Engels."

"And how many coaches have you have so far?"

"Four. This one will be the last. We're ready."

They both stood there, naked, staring at me. "What am I supposed to do?"

"They are on '69ing'. You need to coach them all the way thru. They wont do
anything without your instructions. You just have to take them all the way
to climax. This way, they pick up a lot of different techniques. Oh, and if
you want to teach them 'snowballing', that's their next lesson. I'm sure
they'd appreciate a head start."

I looked down at the boys looking so eager. "Ok, well, what ways have you
two 69ed each other?"

"Well, we got on the floor and made a circle. Then he laid flat and I laid
on top."

"Then I laid flat and him on top. And then last top we were in bed and just
kept rolling around."

"Well, you boys sound like you got most of it covered. Have you been having
fun?"

"This one's my favorite."

"You say that every time."

"Well, each one keeps getting better."

"Then how bout I help you out with something different. Have you ever hung
off a bed, your head hanging upside-down off the side, and had another guy
fuck face you?"

"Not yet."

"Well, it's good to know how to suck hanging upside down. Now, Jason, you
stand on this box. And Austin, you'll try hanging first. Once you've got
it, we'll switch." I picked up Austin and sat him on my shoulders so his
balls were pressed against my mouth. I pretended I was having a little hard
time adjusting him up there so I could get a few seconds licking them. "Ok,
now hang upside-down, keeping your knees pressed against my shoulders so
you don't fall."

"I feel your dick behind my head."

"Now, Jason, bring the box right up here and stand on it. Perfect. Mouth to
cock, cock to mouth. Now, both of you, take the others dick in your
mouth. Give it a few sucks to get adjusted to the position. Once you have
it, try to take as much in your mouth as you can. Use your tongue and keep
your teeth clear of the dick. That's it. And suck on it more. That's why
it's caled sucking. Nice. Does that feel good? Now, take one hand and
strock the base f his cock as you suck. Then take the other and grab ahold
of his butt. If you can find his whole, you can play around with it a
little, just don't stck it in too much." After about 5 minutes, I told them
to switch.

"All the blood is in my head."

"Except what's in your hard dick!"

They went at it for a few more minutes. "It's a lot of things to think
about at once, isn't it? But more than anything, keep in my how amazing it
is you have a dick in your mouth. This is a god you are being
offered. Worship it with everything in you and you'll be great." I could
see them both getting faster and their muscles tighten. "Ok, now, when you
cum, keep the dicks in your mouth, but don't swallow. Just keep it in your
mouth, ok?" And with that, both boys started to spasm. I brought Jason down
and had them face each other. "Now., look into each other's eyes. Think
about how you just had his dick erupt with cum in your mouth. Don't you
love tasting it? Feeling it in you? Now, slowly, feed your cum back to each
other." Both boys embrassed and locked lips, passing cum back and forth."
At this point, it's ok to let a little dribble down your chins. Personally,
I love to do that." Jason managed to have the perfect trickle run down his
chin while Austin let a little too much go at first and some fell on his
chest and on the floor. "After a few rounds back and forth, I know you are
dying to swallow it, go ahead and slowly take a little with each pass."

When they were done, they turned and looked at me, still holding on to one
another, "Wow, that was the best yet!"

"Now the desert. You get to lick off that last little bit of cum that
dribbled down." Immediately, Austin dove for Jason's chin and licked up
every drop. Then Jason cleaned off Austin's chin and chest, staying on his
nipples a little longer than nessisary."

Finally, Ken spoke up, "Well done, boys. Congratulations. You'll get your
badges next week, just in time to show them off at the father/son camping
trip." They both started screaming with excitement as they threw on their
shorts and tee shirts.

I asked, "Is this an official uniform?"

"Yeah. But as they progress, so does the underware."

"My older brother just made leather thong."

"As you can see, they are both still at free-balling." The boys started to
run out. "Boys, havn't you forgotten something?"

Without hesitation, they both ran back to the little puddle of cum on the
floor and licked it clean." That's excelent, but I was talking about
thanking your coach." Both boys ran to me and gave me a cum-scented
kiss. Jason lingered a few seconds, caught up in our swirling tongues,
until I pulled him off and gave him a slap on the ass as they ran out.

"Well, Mr. Engels, how did I do?"

"I'll call back your local troupe and tell them you've got to be a
leader. That was amazing. I can't wait to see you next month for our own
fun. If you get that kid of yours trained fast, maybe he can join in too."