Date: Fri, 23 Mar 2001 22:37:19 -0800
From: Desert Guys <jg.ps@gte.net>
Subject: Thanks, Grampa Chapter 5

Thanks, Grampa
A short story by Greg Bowden
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Saturday, May 11, 1957

The next week was really busy at school and I didn't have much time to
think about my dad and his brother except when I went to bed at night. Then
I pictured my dad getting jacked off, sometimes by his brother but mostly
by me. One night, after I had come and before I fell asleep, I began to
wonder if they had done anything else besides just jack each other off. It
made sense that they would have based on my very limited experience with
Ron and even more limited experience with a couple of other guys at
school. Ron and I had graduated from jacking each other off to sucking on
each other in about three weeks. A few months after that we had even tried
fucking which I really liked and Ron barely tolerated.  I wondered if my
dad and his brother had sucked on each other or maybe even fucked each
other. The more I thought about it the harder my cock got and I ended up
jacking off again. The next night I did it twice again, once picturing my
Uncle Dan sucking on my dad's dick and once picturing my dad fucking Uncle
Dan.

On Saturday I went into his room without even my boxers on. I was kind of
embarrassed that my cock was standing up but I was determined to get over
it. It didn't matter anyway, the room was empty. I heard the shower running
in dad's bathroom so I sat on the end of the bed and waited. It wasn't long
before he shut the shower off and came into the room, drying himself
off. His dick wasn't yet hard but it was puffed up and heavy looking; it
swayed as he walked.

"Hi Sport. I didn't want to start my shower before you finished yours. Did
you wash behind your ears?" He came over to the bed and made a show of
looking behind my ear.  "So you did. Good man."

He was standing so close I could smell his soap and I was looking directly
into his belly button. I glanced down and his dick wasn't six inches from
me; my hand began to shake and I had trouble catching my breath.

"Dad?..."

"Yea, son, what is it?"

I had to blurt it out or I knew I would never be able to say it.

"Could I touch your balls? I mean, ever since I was a little kid they
looked so big and heavy to me and..." My throat went dry and I couldn't
say any more.

"My balls? Sure. Help yourself." He reached down and lifted up his dick.

I didn't think about it at all. My hand just reached out and cupped his
sack. His balls were heavy and they felt huge in my hand. I don't know how
long I sat there holding his balls, moving them around in his velvety sack;
it was like I was hypnotized. Then he let go of his dick and it fell
against my wrist making me jerk my hand back.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you like that. You okay?"

I nodded. "Yea. They are heavy." I put my hand out for them again but he
stepped out of reach.

"Oh, no, you've had your feel. Now it's my turn." He pushed me back on the
bed and pulled my legs apart looking down at me. "You didn't do too bad in
the balls department either," he said gently lifting them in his hand. He
hefted them and then ran his fingers over the sack giving me goose
bumps. "They're almost hairless," he said, "so smooth— just like..."

"Like Uncle Dan's?"

Dad let go of my balls and laid down next to me, pulling me up until my
head was on the pillow, next to his. "No, Dan's weren't as big as yours and
his sack was covered with hair." He hefted his own balls and smiled, like
he was remembering something.

"Did you guys, I mean, you and Uncle Dan, did you do anything besides jack
each other off?"

He turned his head and looked at me for a long time. "Do you and Ron do
anything else?  I tell you what, just like this," he gestured, taking in
the bed, me and himself, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours. I'll
tell you if you tell me. Fair enough?"

I didn't know what to say so I just nodded.

"Okay. Let's see how it goes." He took hold of his dick and began to play
with it, rolling the foreskin up over his finger and then moving his finger
around the head, under the foreskin. It made him hard. "My brother, your
Uncle Dan, and I spent about a month jacking each other off. As soon as we
thought Roger was asleep we'd kick our underwear off and play around with
each other under the cover. Then, when we couldn't wait any longer, he'd
throw the cover off and tell me to jack him off. I would, sitting cross
legged next to him and working his dick. He liked it done slowly so I had a
lot of time to play around with his balls and pull on his dick hair. He
really liked that, me pulling on his dick hair."

"Like this?" I tugged on my pubic hair, right at the base of my cock.

"Yea, only he has lots more hair than you or I do. He has a thick bush,
wiry and long enough so I could catch hold of it and really pull
it. Sometimes, if he was far enough along, just pulling his hair would make
him come."

I pulled on my pubic hair again but it didn't feel like much. If I pulled
hard it hurt. I went back to my cock, sliding the skin down to the base and
then licking my finger and rubbing it around the cleft underneath the head,
where it felt so good. Dad turned his head and watched me for a moment.

"Feels good there, doesn't it?"

I nodded. "What else happened?"

Dad grinned at me. "You have a one track mind, you know son? Okay, okay. I
promised." He looked back up at the ceiling and closed his eyes. "One night
when Roger wasn't there we were playing around and Dan said he wanted to
put it in me."

I'm not sure now but I think he blushed a little when he said the next
part.

"I didn't know what he meant but I didn't want to let him know that so I
just said okay."  He looked over at me. "You ever do that? Say okay when
you don't know what you're getting into?"

I shrugged. "I guess. Sometimes."

"Well, don't. Doing that can get you into real trouble."

"Did it get you into trouble? That night with Uncle Dan?"

He watched me fooling with my cock for a while, nodded his head and then
grinned at me. "No. Not that time. I guess... Well, it turned out I liked
it, even from the start."

"Liked what?"

He started jacking on his dick, not saying anything for a long time. When
he was breathing pretty hard, almost there, he let go and started rubbing
his chest and belly with both hands. "When he put it in me. He had some
grease from the kitchen and rubbed it all over his cock and told me to turn
over. Then he rubbed the grease between my buns and on my ass. When he got
on his knees over me I knew what he was going to do and I said something
really bright like 'don't, it'll hurt'".

"Did it?" It had when Ron first did it to me.

"Yea. A little." His hands went back to his dick and started jacking again
only slowly.  "But not as much as you might think and after a while it
began to feel kind of good." He grinned at me. "Dan sure liked it. He came
in about three minutes and made so much noise I was sure someone would hear
him."

I had a sudden picture of my Uncle Dan lying on top of my dad, fucking
him. I had to let go of my cock or it would have made me come. I guess dad
read my mind because he grinned at me and said, "Yea. Quite a picture,
isn't it?"

"Did he... I mean, did you..." I gave up. "Then what?"

"Well, after he came he rolled us onto our sides and took hold of my
cock. He didn't even have to stroke it, I shot off just from the feel of
his hand on me. And the feel of him inside me helped too, I guess." He
began jacking his dick faster. "He never did go soft in me. In fact, he
started stroking in and out of me again, while I was still shooting off. It
took a little while but we both shot off twice more before he finally went
soft and slipped out of me."

We were both jacking our dicks pretty fast now and with that picture in my
mind I knew I couldn't go much longer. I guess it worked the same way on
him because he said, "That's it, son. I've got to let go." With that he
suddenly arched his back and shot off all over both of us. When I saw the
cum begin to spurt out of him I came too and it was like neither of us
could stop; I lost track after six shots. When we were through and his
breathing got back to normal dad ran his hand over his chest and belly,
rubbing the cum into his hair. Then he held his hand up and sniffed it.

"Smells different. I guess because yours is mixed in." He reached over and
spread the cum on my chest around and then held his hand up to me. "See?"

It did smell different. I felt a tingling in my cock and I knew I wasn't
going soft any time soon.

Dad rolled off the bed. "Time for a shower," he said and went into his
bathroom. I stayed on the bed and smelled the cum on my hand again. Then I
slicked up some more and rubbed it on my cock. Almost before I knew it I
was blowing another load.

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To be continued.
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