Date: Wed, 14 Mar 2001 16:09:33 -0800
From: Desert Guys <jg.ps@gte.net>
Subject: "Thanks Grampa" Chapter 2

Thanks, Grampa
A short story by Greg Bowden
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Saturday, April 20, 1957

The next week was torture for me. There I was, a sixteen year old kid
wrestling with the fact that he'd jacked off with his dad and found it the
most exciting thing that'd ever happened to him. I got hard every time I
looked at him because I couldn't get the picture of him holding his dick
and playing with his balls out of my mind. I must have jacked off four or
five times a day thinking about what we'd done, maybe more. On Thursday I
stopped, afraid I'd make myself sore but then I started again because I
didn't want to come too fast on Saturday. Oh, god, Saturday. Could I do it?
Walk into his bedroom and lay down on his bed? Where would I get the
courage? What if he didn't really want to do it again? What if he told me
no? What if he...

My dad, on the other hand, was his usual cool self and acted like nothing
unusual had happened. He made me do my homework, fixed dinner every night,
played ball and board games with me and generally was the same old dad I'd
always had.

By Saturday I was beside myself.

The door wasn't closed all the way but I knocked anyway.

"Well. Hi, son. I'm glad you came back."

"Really?" I went into the room and stood by the bed. He was naked but he
wasn't hard.

"Sure. It's always more fun with two." He moved his hand over his chest and
belly, down to his crotch and scratched the curly hair there. I had an
impulse to push his hand out of the way and bury my nose there. "You going
to join me?" He patted the bed beside him, just as he had the week before.

I mumbled something and pushed my shorts down. I was embarrassed because I
was hard.

"Hey," he laughed, looking directly at my cock. "Don't let that bother
you. It happens all the time to guys your age. You probably won't believe
this, but," he tugged at his dick, "when you get to be my age you'll envy
that."

I climbed up on the bed and lay beside him making our legs touch but
pretending I didn't know it. He didn't move away, he just began playing
with his dick. "Hey," he said, rolling up on his side and looking at
me. "Who taught you to do this? I mean jack off. I know you were doing it
before we talked about it last year."

"How?" I was suddenly embarrassed again.

"Hey," he laughed, "I'm another guy, remember? I was once your age. I also
wash your socks.  No one has wet dreams into their socks." He put his hand
on my chest and looked into my eyes. "Everyone does it, son. I'm just
curious about how you learned."

As always happens when I'm flustered I blurted out the truth. "Ron." Ron
was my best friend at school.

"Ron taught you? Good for him but how'd he learn it?"

I took a deep breath and tried to think about what we were talking
about. It wasn't easy because dad was fooling with his dick and I could see
it begin to grow. "Uh... I guess we kind of learned together. From a
book. You know, that one stuck behind the encyclopedia? About sex and
stuff?" Damn! Now I'd done it. He wasn't supposed to know we'd found that
book and now what would he do?

He chuckled.

"I thought you'd found that but I never was sure; you always put it back
before I could check. Well, good. I'm glad you learned something from
it. You sure wouldn't talk to me about it in those days." He rolled onto
his back and began to play with his foreskin.

"So... Let's see what you learned."

My dick had gone soft while we were talking and now my mind was so full of
questions and ideas that I was afraid I couldn't do anything. It came up,
though, as hard as it had been the time before. I started in but dad put
his hand on my arm again and told me to slow down. "Make it last," he
said. "There's a lot of joy just in getting there."

He paced himself with me again and we blew off at almost the same
time. This time he didn't pull his skin up when he started to shoot and
some of it landed on me. Somehow that made me happy. I didn't know why,
exactly.

"Next week?" he said as he rolled off the bed, rubbing his cum into the
hair on his chest.

"Yes, sir," I said, imitating him by rubbing the cum that had landed on me
into my belly.

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To be continued.
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