Date: Sun, 18 Mar 2001 13:46:27 -0800
From: Desert Guys <jg.ps@gte.net>
Subject: Thanks Grampa Chapter Three

Thanks, Grampa
A short story by Greg Bowden
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Saturday, April 27, 1957

The next week was easier. For one thing I had spent the entire week jacking
off to images of my dad lying next to me on his bed. The images had shifted
in several different directions but I just let them do what they wanted and
wondered if any of that stuff would ever really happen.

On Saturday I bit my lip and didn't knock but just walked into his
room. I'd wanted to do it naked but couldn't bring myself to that. I was
able to go in wearing just my boxers, though. He was already on the bed
naked and his dick was hard but he wasn't touching it.

"Hi," he said, rolling onto his side. "I guess you're getting more
comfortable with this, huh?"

I pushed my boxers off and got on the bed next to him. "Yea," I said. "I
think I am."

"You jack off to it? Thinking about doing it together, I mean. I do."

I turned to look at him. I guess he thought I looked kind of surprised
because he grinned and said, "What do you think, I only manage to get it up
on Saturday? Hey, it's not like I'm near death or anything. I'm only
twenty-two years older than you and I jack off a lot." He looked down at my
crotch where I already had my cock in my hand. "Well, not seven times a
day. Not even every day maybe, but a lot."

We laid there for a while, not talking but both of us playing with our
cocks and watching each other. After a while, when we were both hard, I
worked up my courage and asked him, "Who taught you to do it? To jack off,
I mean."

He looked down and watched me play with my balls for a bit. He sighed and
looked up.  "I guess I should have seen this coming." He seemed to think
about it for a moment. "Oh, well," he sighed, "I guess fair is fair. My
brother taught me." He hesitated for a second.  "Your Uncle Dan."

"Your brother? He taught you?"

My dad laughed. "Yea. It's something brothers are supposed to do for each
other."

"How..."

"We slept in the same bed. He was doing it one night and I woke up and
asked him what he was doing. He showed me how just to shut me up."

"How..."

"Okay, okay. You want the whole story, I'll give it to you. But don't
forget, fair is fair.  I'll tell you but then you'll have to tell me about
you and Ron. Whatever you guys do."

Dad rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling for while, gathering his
thoughts, I guess. His dick had gone limp but as he thought it began to
swell again, crawling slowly along his abdomen.

"Both of my brothers, Dan and Roger, and I slept in that big room on the
second floor, over the porch. There were only two beds up there and since
Roger was the oldest he got one of them all to himself and Dan and I slept
in the other." He reached down and took his dick in his hand, not jacking
off exactly but more like playing with it. My cock was really hard and I
tried not to work it too much but it wasn't easy. Watching him fool around
with his and hearing about him sleeping with his brother made me want to
jack off like crazy.

"I guess I was around fourteen then which would make your Uncle Dan fifteen
or sixteen.  He must have been sixteen because it was June so he'd already
had his birthday. It was hot, I remember and we'd all gone to bed in just
our underwear. I went right to sleep and I guess Roger did too because I
don't think it was very much later when something woke me. Dan had thrown
the cover off him and in the dim light I could see he was doing something
to his cock. I asked him what he was doing and he said, 'Nothin' and told
me to be quiet."

Dad turned to look at me and put his hand on my arm. "You'd better slow it
down, son, or you're going to be all over before the story is." Thinking
about his hand on my arm, the hand that had been playing with his dick,
nearly made me come right then. I dropped my cock and let my hands rest on
my belly. He went back to looking at the ceiling but he didn't take his
hand off my arm. His other hand strayed down to his balls and he slowly
stroked his fingers over the sack.

"Well, anyway, I knew he was playing with himself and I told him so. He
told me to shut up again but after a moment he whispered, 'Besides, playing
with yourself is for little kids.'

"'But that's what you're doing,' I said. 'I saw you.'

"'Am not,' he spat back at me. 'If you want to know, I was jerkin off.'

"I asked him what 'jerkin off' was and he said if I didn't know I sure was
a dummy.  Every guy in the world knew what 'jerkin off' was.

"Well, that made me mad and I threatened to tell dad he was jerkin off if
he didn't show me what it was." Dad chuckled and glanced over at me. "I can
still hear that exasperated sigh he gave, like he was being forced to give
up the secrets of the universe. He told me we had to be real quiet because
we didn't want to wake up Roger. I don't know why I didn't wonder about
that at the time. I mean, Roger was a couple of years older—how come he
didn't know about this jerkin off thing? But I didn't and even if I had I
wouldn't have asked.

"Dan pushed the cover off of us, down to our knees and told me to dig my
cock out of my underwear. His was already out but he stuck his hand through
his fly and pulled his balls out too so I did the same."

Dad took his hand off my arm and took hold of his dick. "I guess you can go
back to it now," he said. "But don't get carried away." I gently ran my
hand up and down my shaft and it felt so good it was all I could do not to
start right in jerking away.

"So what'd he do, after you both had your dicks and balls out?"

"Dan started pulling on his cock and told me to do the same thing. I asked
him how, like it was some sort of very exact, delicate operation. He gave
me that exasperated sigh again and told me I must be dumber than the corn
growing in the north field. Then he reached over, took my cock in his hand
and showed me." He looked at me and gave me that grin.  "I have to say, I'd
never felt anything like his hand on my cock. As soon as he wrapped his
fist around it I went completely hard. Then, when he moved the skin up and
down, pushing the foreskin over the head with his thumb and rubbing along
the underside, the most wonderful feeling came over me, like electricity
jumping all around in my cock and balls."

He was doing the same thing to his dick as his brother had and I mimicked
it, matching him stroke for stroke. I had never realized how good it could
feel, doing it slowly like that. Always before I simply went for it,
getting to the main jolt as fast as I could but this was something else
again. I groaned a little and dad said, "See? Didn't I tell you getting
there was half the fun? Sometimes more than half; sometimes just getting
there is the best part." He let go of his dick and hefted his balls. I did
the same, backing away from the orgasm that was closer than I'd realized.

"Did he finish you off? Did he make you come?"

Dad smiled. "Yea but I don't think he meant to. He was just demonstrating
but it felt so damn good and I had no concept of holding off or making it
last. It didn't take any time at all and I'm surprised I didn't wake Roger
when I came the way I was thrashing around the bed." His hand went back to
his dick and I was relieved because mine had been aching for more
attention. We both started a slow stroking.

"You getting close?" dad asked, watching my hand on my cock.

"Yea. I am," I said. "It's hard to back off anymore."

He took a deep breath. "Me too." He pinched one of his nipples and let out
a groan. "I say we go for it, okay?"

"Okay!" I wanted to come so bad but I did my best to stay with him. After
about ten strokes, though, I couldn't do it anymore. "Oh, man, here we go,"
I said out loud and lost complete control.

"Oh, yea," my dad groaned. "Now."

We both shot off and I guess it was because we were watching each other so
closely or maybe it was just the way we were holding our cocks but most of
my dad's first shot landed on my belly and mine landed on his chest. He let
out three more big shots but kept most of it in his fist. I couldn't seem
to stop coming though and must have shot another six or eight times, a lot
of it coming down on my dad's chest.

When we'd caught our breath my dad laughed and said, "That was some show,
son. I'd forgotten how much a sixteen year old had to shoot and how far he
could shoot it." He rubbed the cum into his chest hair and then sniffed his
hand. "You do that much every time or have you been saving it up?"

I guess I blushed or something because he reached over and patted me on the
shoulder. "I didn't mean to embarrass you."

"You didn't," I lied and then thought better of it. I mean we'd just jacked
off together for god's sake. "Yea, I guess you did but I'll get over
it. And yes and no." He gave me a questioning look. "Yes, I shoot like that
pretty much all the time and no, I haven't been saving it up. I...uh...I
did it this morning once before I got up."

My dad just shook his head and patted me on the shoulder again. "Good for
you," he said.  "Now go take a shower."

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To be continued.
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