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Subject: GRANDPA JOE’S BIRTHDAY ORGY – 7 GRANDPA JOE’S BIRTHDAY ORGY – 7 by Mr. Jimmy (Incest, Urination, Cross-Generational Relationships) The shadows were getting longer on the deck as we enjoyed our hamburgers and potato salad. We were chatting mostly about golf as I was interested in their years of playing varsity golf in high school. “Do you golf Jim?” Sammy asked me. “I do. My father taught me when I was six. We golfed quite a bit until his illness. I remember Grandpa joining us on a few rounds. Remember that Grandpa?” Grandpa laughed. “Yes, I do remember that. You were a natural and could strike the ball well for your age. Your father was a decent golfer too, but had the shortest fuse I have ever seen. By the third hole he was throwing his clubs yelling, “Goddammit to hell.” ” I laughed. “No kidding. I remember telling myself during those embarrassing outbursts, it’s only a game, just have fun.” “Your father was a good man Jimmy, but he always seemed to be fighting a few demons.” Grandpa recalled. “I sensed that too Grandpa. He was always nervous and on edge. He was constantly on my back about the smallest things. I never remember him hugging me or telling me he loved me. I would have long talks with Mom about him, and her line was always, he loves you, but just doesn’t know how to show it. I struggled for years after he died because while I was sad about it, I don’t think I actually really mourned his passing.” Grandpa looked at me sweetly. “I know you struggled Jim. I could see it in you. That is why I made an effort to become a close friend to you. You may not know this, but I was very upset when your mom told me that she was moving to Texas to marry Rich and was taking you and your sister with her. I thought about asking her to let you stay with Alice me and raise you, but knew that was a selfish idea to take you away from my daughter. So, I spent the next eight years calling you on the phone every week. I really missed seeing you grow up, but glad you did in such a spectacular way.” Sammy reached over and kissed Grandpa Joe on the cheek, held his hand and said, “Jim, your Grandpa shared his love for you with me all along. I knew it was sincere and special. I always respected it and never once asked about details. He did tell me about sleeping with you at Cedar Point. He was escort always hopeful that you felt only his love and no pressure to do anything you didn’t want to do.” “You guys need to be very clear about two things.” I stated. “One, sleeping with Grandpa on that vacation changed my life forever and for the better. I felt unconditional love and closeness for the first time in my life. You showed me I had the potential for big things in my life. And two, I was attracted to older men years before that, so that weekend didn’t make me gay. Now the peeing down my leg thing may have messed me up forever, but other than that….” We all laughed as the remark broke the seriousness of the discussion. “One more thing.” Sammy said. “It pleased me to no end to find out today was your first time having sex together. It thrilled me to watch you please each other with such passion. I want you to know I love you both dearly and would love to develop this m�nage � trois further.” “I would absolutely love that.” Grandpa said. I followed him and said, “Well, I am not sure I want to get into a serious relationship with two old hairy perverts, with big cocks and wide asses, but on second thought….I’m all in. They both chuckled and were pleased at my response. “Did you know that a triangle is the strongest geometric shape?” I asked as we all pulled in for a three-way affectionate kiss to seal the triad love deal. Sammy and Grandpa looked at me and smiled. They knew. “OK, I am going to grab some more beers and then I want you to tell me more of your story Grandpa. It is time I know more about you guys.” I brought the beers back and toasted our new trinity. Grandpa took a drink said. “This is going to take awhile, but I must finish my story entirely.” “Sammy and I graduated from high school in 1962 and knew that we had to go our own way. It was tough because we were deeply in love, but in those days out of the closet homosexual relationships were very rare. We had different interests too. I wanted to go to the university to study agriculture and Sammy wanted to join the army. We vowed never to get out of touch and that we would visit each other as often as we could. So Sammy went off to basic training in South Carolina and I went to college 40 miles away.” “We did get a chance to see each other, but not as often as we izmit escort bayan wanted, mainly only around the holidays. Sammy would come over and we would make love all day in my room in the farm house. Dad knew exactly what was going on. He had already condoned our relationship by sending us on that vacation and had nothing else to say about it.” “I continued working on the farm and in the summer before my senior year, I noticed Dad was slowing down considerably. He was not well and finally went to the doctor who ran a number of tests. A few days later Dad called me into his office and told me the bad news from the doctor. He had been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. I was speechless and started crying. Dad was so tender and held me tightly as I cried it out on his shoulder.” I could see tears welling up in Grandpa’s eyes as he thought about the memory. I was tearing up too as I reached over and touched his hand. “In that one single moment, everything changed for Dad and me. His life expectancy was around 18 months, so we started planning our future accordingly. He was adamant that I had to finish my senior year and after graduation, would take over managing the farm. The university was only 40 miles away so I stopped living in the dorm and began commuting on the days I had classes. We became very close those following months as he taught me all about the financial end of the business. I also helped him more and more with his personal needs.” “Dad would get very tired in the evening and I began helping him get ready for bed. One night when I helped him get his white tank top on and tuck him in, he said he wanted to ask me a personal question. He asked me if I would get in bed and hold him for a bit. He was so very lonely and scared. I felt honored to do so. He turned to his side when I slipped in beside him and I spooned him, putting my arms around him tightly. I could feel him quietly sob just for a moment, then he relaxed and fell to sleep. I fell asleep too.” “We didn’t sleep together every night, but I always knew when he needed affection a few times a week. We always spooned until we fell asleep. One night when I approached the bed he didn’t turn to his side, but rolled onto his back and looked over at me. I saw in his eyes the same warm look he gave me that izmit sınırsız escort day he caught Sammy and me having sex in the office. I laid down next to him and put my head on his shoulder and put my arm around his chest tightly. Dad laid quietly for a few minutes and then I could feel his body move a bit in a slow rhythm. I looked down and could see his hand was under his white boxers. He was masturbating very quietly. I didn’t move an inch as I know he just needed the body contact of another human being. In a few minutes, his breath quickened and I could see the wetness all over the front of his underwear. He turned to his side away from me, we spooned and I kept my arm around him and pulled up the cover.” “So now I knew if he started on his back, he needed to get off, and it that happened a quite a times in the following months. The last time it happened, after we had fallen asleep, I heard a crash in the bathroom and realized Dad was in there. I ran in and he was on the floor writhing in pain. So I wrapped him in his bathrobe, carried him to my car and drove him to the emergency room. They immediately put him into the ICU and tried to control his vitals, but he was fading fast. I took his hand and locked eyes with him over the oxygen mask. I told him I loved him. He squeezed my hand and I felt his quiet, complete love for me. He kept his eyes on mine for a few moments longer. Then he nodded his head, closed his eyes and was gone.” I was fully crying now and Sammy was consoling me with his arm around tightly around my shoulder. “I am so very sorry Grandpa. I never how he died this before.” Grandpa collected himself. “Don’t be sorry or sad Jim. It happened a long time ago and is just the way of the world. It gave my life a meaning and direction I never knew it had. I vowed if I ever had a boy, I would make sure he felt the love and affection that I finally achieved with Dad.” “So, I was now alone, because Sammy had been deployed to Vietnam a few months before Dad died. There was no way he could come home for the funeral, but that sweet hunk of man sitting right there next to you, damn him, wrote me a letter everyday for 30 days straight to make sure I would get through the tough time. “Everybody OK?” Grandpa Joe asked. We all were much more than OK, I thought as we drank our beers and silently toasted my great-grandfather, the warm twilight and the closeness of the moment. END OF PART 7 (Author’s Note: If you enjoy my stories, please feel free to write to me and converse. Also, please donate to Nifty to keep this website healthy.)

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