Date: Fri, 23 Sep 2011 17:45:44 -0400 (EDT)
From: dastardlyd3@aol.com
Subject: "Granddad is Boy to Grandson"

    I was talking with a friend about Daddy-Boy relationships, and realized
I'd never experienced this when I was younger, and wondered what I'd
missed.

    My relationship with my grandson has always been open; he knows I'm
gay, that I have had a partner who died, and that I am not hesitant to
answer any questions on sexuality, except those about what I do with
certain friends.  He has come out to me, and, finally, to his parents.  He
has experienced some 69 with a friend, and hopes to move into fucking, but
his friend is not ready to try this.

    One day my grandson, Fred, asked me about roles in sexual
relationships.  He had heard about Master-Slave roles, but it didn't appeal
to him. I told him I didn't like the idea of dominating another man, or
inflicting physical or mental abuse.  He wondered about Daddy-Boy
relationships.  I had to admit I'd had no experience as either, but I might
like to try it.

    He asked me how we might begin such a relationship, and I answered, "It
seems to me all relationships that start off soundly begin with a
discussion of expectations.  What," I asked him, "should a Daddy want to
be, what should he want to do, and what does he learn of the Boy's wants?"

    Fred thought for a minute or more, then replied, "I guess the Daddy
needs to know what the Boy wants, is comfortable with, and how he wants to
serve and please his Daddy."

    "Sounds good to me.  How would you like to take on the role of a Daddy
to me, while I take on the role of the Boy?"

    Again, Fred thought about it, then answered, "Well, I guess we better
start off telling each other what we expect.  Tell me what you expect, then
I'll tell you what I expect."

    I started off by saying, "I like body contact, rubbing skin on skin,
it's called frottage, and I like to be kissed and caressed.  I like to feel
a stiff cock pushing into my balls, rubbing against my cock.  That's a good
starter."

    "Sounds good to me," Fred answered, as he reached forward and
unbuttoned my shirt.  I stopped him and asked, "What would you as Daddy
like?  What have you wanted to try with another man, and what are you
willing to receive from that other man?"

    Again, Fred quietly pondered his own desires, then spoke, "I really
want to fuck.  I've seen pictures, but I've never done it.  I like to jack
off, and I like to have my cock sucked.  I really want to feel what it's
like to stick my cock into someone's ass and fuck him."

    I smiled and agreed that fucking is pleasurable, and often the best of
all sexual acts.

    Once my shirt was open, he began to run his hands, both of them, over
my hairy chest.  I'm not a fur ball, but there's enough hair to let the
viewer know I'm a man.  He looked at my nipples, which aren't the size of a
quarter, but they protrude enough to tell you they have become sensitive,
and rubbed his hands over both of them.

    I gave an involuntary moan, for my nipples are sensitive, and they long
for regular touching.  I invited him to suck on them, one at a time.  He
did, and I moaned a bit louder and said, "Oh, yes.  suck `em, bite `em, let
them feel your control."  He did, and I moaned quite a bit louder than
before.

    He pushed my short-sleeve shirt off my shoulders, caught it as it fell
back, and threw it over a chair.  His mother had taught him to take good
care of clothing!  His hands moved to my belt, loosening it, then
unbuttoning the top button and pulling my zipper down.  I believe he was
surprised to find that I wore no underwear, and that I shaved my crotch.
My uncut cock fell out though the opening.  He gently grabbed it, pulled
the skin of my uncut cock down with surprise.  He had never touched an
uncut cock before.  He raised and lowered the skin a few times, uncovering
the hooded cock, obviously enjoying holding a grown man's cock closely.  A
pearl of precum rose through the slit.  He rubbed it around the head of my
cock.  I moaned softly.

    He quickly untied my shoe laces, removed my shoes and socks, then stood
up, pulling me to a standing position.  My pants fell to the floor.  Once
again he gathered them up neatly, hung them over the arm of the sofa, then
led me to my bedroom.  It is Summer, so I don't have to do more than pull
the top sheet down to be ready to make love.  He stripped rapidly out of
his clothes and climbed into bed beside me.

    He asked me, "How do you do frottage?"  I showed him by rolling on top
of him and moving my body around, being careful to rub his cock with mine.
By then, both were hard and ready for action.  I bent forward and kissed
him, a simple kiss upon the lips.  He did more than receive, he kissed
back, opened his lips and pushed his tongue forward.  My mouth opened and
we explored each other's tongues and mouths.  His hands reach up on either
side of me, rubbing his palms along my sides, then caressing down to my
butt cheeks.  I couldn't help moan.

    I raised up and started to lick his right ear, his chin, his left ear,
then down to his bare chest.  I licked his left nipple without any
response, then his right nipple.  Neither caused him to speak.  "Your
nipples may become more sensitive as you have more experience of someone
rubbing, and maybe biting them."  I licked a trail of saliva down his
chest, passing his navel and his cock, but bathing his balls and taking
them, one at a time, into my mouth for some hearty sucking.  That brought a
response!

    He shouted, "Oh, yes.  Do that again.  Those balls have never had
anyone lick them before.  And don't forget my cock."

    I raised his balls and reached under to rub his perineum.  That got a
quick response from him, a hearty moan.  I raised his legs and licked his
perineum, then moved to his ass, licking around the hole.  At last I licked
his hole and that almost brought him out of bed.  "Oh, gosh, Grandpa, I've
never had that before, never knew how great it could be."

    "Now you know, Fred, you can give great pleasure to any man you are
going to fuck.  Also, if he's as clean as you are, you can take it one more
step forward," and I stuck my cock in his hole, moving it in and out, going
deeper.  He pulled his legs back so far I thought he was going to do a
backward somersault.

    "Oh, Grandpa, that's something extra special!  I had no idea you could
put your tongue up somebody's ass."

    "Be careful when you do that.  Be sure the ass is clean, and it's
somebody you know hasn't acquired a bunch of diseases."  Putting down
Fred's legs, I said, " How'd you like to try some of this one me?  I'll get
a towel from the bathroom, so the sheets don't get soiled.  There's lube
and a condom in the nightstand drawer beside you.  I'll show you how to use
it."

    When I returned from the bathroom with the bath towel to lie on, and a
smaller hand towel for cleaning up lube, Fred had found the lube and
condoms.  He looked at me, "Grandpa, how do I put the condom on?"

    "O.K., Fred, let's start with the lube.  You want to put a bit of lube
on your cock, then roll the condom down over it.  Put the side with the
roll down, so it can roll down your cock, and I left a bit of empty condom
at the top, that's space for your cum when you shoot.  My ass has felt
enough cocks that it is not as tight as this friend you want to fuck, still
you want to prepare it.

    "While I lie on my back, and I've pulled my legs up close to my chest,
you put a fair-sized glob of lube on your finger, then stick in in my hole,
rubbing around the outside so there's lube everywhere your cock will touch
my hole.  Start with one finger, then more lube and a second finger.  You
can see that my hole is squeezing the two fingers more than it did the
first.  Opening up the hole is very important.  For a first timer, it may
take twenty minutes or more to relax his hole so you can put your cock into
his hole.  For someone like me, who has been fucked before, two fingers
should open me up.  For someone who's never been fucked before, "a virgin,"
you may have to use three fingers.  Now go to work.

    Fred worked my hole until his two fingers moved easily.  His young cock
was still slender, so that would be enough for me.  He rubbed some lube on
his sheathed cock and put the head against my ass.  "Remember that you are
entering a sensitive area.  Once your cock's head enters the hole, stop,
wait till the bottom tells you to push further, and then do it slowly.  If
he's still very tight, only go a short distance and wait for his O.K. to go
deeper.  Done right, this is lovemaking.  Done wrong, it's rape.

    "Now, once you're all the way in, begin to pull out slowly.  This is
not a speed contest.  You want him to enjoy the slow movement of your cock,
and so do you.  After a while you'll begin to speed up.  It seems to be
automatic with me.  Look at your man and ask if it's O.K. with him.  If he
says yes, then keep fucking him.  If not, find out what's wrong for him.
Is the angle wrong?  I like to take his cock in my hand and beat him off,
but sometimes he will want to do it himself.

    "As you fuck him, your cock has a mind of its own.  It will want to
fuck fast and hard.  Be sure it's O.K. with your man, then let `er rip!
You'll know when you're going to cum, though it may not be for very long,
then you'll shoot all you got into him.  If you're lucky, he may shoot
without being touched by you or him.  When you shoot at the same time, his
hole will tighten down on your cock, and it will make the orgasm more
intense.

    "Now, show me what you've learned."

    Fred pushed his cock head against my hole and it entered fairly easily.
He stopped.  I told him to go forward, but keep it slow.  He slid in all
the way easily, and couldn't stop.  I didn't want him to.  I encouraged him
to begin to fuck me.  It took little encouragement.  This lad knew how to
fuck, and gave me a good fuck, slowly at first, then a final pounding.  Old
as I am, his fucking brought my hard cock to orgasm about the time he came.

    Fred leaned over me, smearing my cum all over his chest.  He kissed me
and said, "Thank you, Grandpa.  I don't think I could have liked it as much
with anyone else.  It was better for me than I ever read about, than I ever
dreamed.  Now I want to feel you inside of me."

    "Hold off you young tiger.  I don't recover as fast as you do.  Let's
just rest for a bit.  First, please use that hand towel to clean us both
off, or we'll be stuck together, and that can hurt when you separate."

    Fred cleaned us both up, then cuddled up close to me, his head on my
chest.  I put my arm around his shoulder.  We both fell asleep.

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