Visting Grandpa on Leave from the Army

Grandpa and I both tended to get up before sunrise, although for different reasons. He would come out and make coffee, I would put on a hodgepodge of uniform and civilian clothes to go out and run a few miles in the biting cold.

The morning after our first adult discussion, I had just the hint of a hangover and didn’t wake up until I heard Grandpa’s bedroom door open. He groggily walked out in the same boxers and undershirt from the night before and apparently didn’t notice that he had a case of morning wood poking out the front opening of his boxers. I laughed and quipped, “Now who’s the one ‘standing at attention’, old timer?”

On his way to the coffee maker, he looked down at his crotch and did an immediate about-face, pulling his shirt down to cover himself, saying some mild cuss words under his breath. Then he reconsidered. Although he kept his shirt pulled down, he went back to the kitchen counter. “I just gotta make some coffee. Sorry about that, kid.”

His erect penis wasn’t quite what I was expecting. He was a lot smaller than me, noticeably smaller than average, but despite being over 60 he was so rock hard a big vein was visible on the top. His dick also curved radically to the left, and it was the first time I’d ever seen anything like that.

I put on my clothes and boots and went for my run. I went less than a mile (because I didn’t want to make the hangover worse) and turned back. When I came back in the front door and started unlacing my boots, I heard more quiet cussing from Grandpa and soon discovered why.

I headed for the bathroom and found the door wide open and Grandpa now fully nude and sitting on the toilet. He immediately apologized again. “Sorry kid, I didn’t think to close the door. Don’t worry, I ain’t taking a shit, it’s not gonna stink.”

I replied with “No worries, I’m just gonna rinse off.” I stripped off my clothes and jumped in the shower as quickly as I could, because I could already feel my dick stirring and my mind was racing. Why was my dick getting hard at the sight of Grandpa’s hairy old body? After he got up and went back into the kitchen, I quickly rubbed one out while I was still under the warm shower of water. I told myself it was just to calm down my raging dick, but I think I started to admit to myself that I was horny for this old man who also happened to be my dad’s dad.

I made sure to put my shorts on before I left the bathroom in case I got hard again, which now seemed inevitable whenever Grandpa was around. He was now fully clothed and seemed genuinely embarrassed. He started explaining himself right away. “You caught me with my pants down twice already this morning! When you live alone like I do for long enough, you forget to do little things like close the bathroom door. Sorry again, kid.”

The outdoor work he “needed help with” turned out to be pretty relaxed. He had a big disorganized pile of log segments in the shed that needed to be split, and he had a mechanical wood splitter so we didn’t even need to swing an ax. I hefted the logs onto the splitter while he operated it, then I gathered the split wood off the ground for him to stack. We were done well before noon and didn’t break a sweat.

“Let’s go into town to get breakfast,” he suggested. “I’m sick of cooking the same bullshit and sure as hell sick of washing dishes.” We drove 20 minutes to the only diner “in town” if you could even call it a town. On the drive back, he briefly put his hand on my thigh again. For some reason, the little details like that are very memorable even now. And if you’re curious: yes, this did cause me to get slightly erect.

He let me borrow his truck to go “into town” and buy some stationary, envelopes, postcards, little things like that you get a week before Christmas if you’re a bad planner like I am. I got a bottle of whiskey, since the two of us had already gone through a couple bottles. I drove home and my arrival must have been pretty obvious, with the sound of the truck pulling in and the sound of me stomping snow off my boots at the front door. Despite that, when I walked inside, Grandpa’s bedroom door was closed.

Please note: this is the only event in this story that I feel guilty about. I couldn’t help myself. I walked right across the tiny front room to his bedroom door and opened it. He was seated in front of his computer in his usual boxers and undershirt but he was pulling his shirt down to hide his groin area. It doesn’t take a genius to guess what he was doing. That was an invasion of his privacy and I don’t think it was cool of me.

I said a quick “sorry” and closed the door but I felt pretty guilty. Other than the shower, his bedroom was basically the only private place within a 10 mile radius. His grandson was staying with him in this minuscule house for two weeks, and after an awkward morning his grandson had made everything even more awkward. I should have behaved more respectfully.

I meandered around the property until dinner time. Grandpa had a big area of land including the remnants of a barn that needed to be removed for safety reasons. The concrete pad that was left behind became the new home for several small sheds and a couple “project” cars that I could tell were completely rusted out even though they were covered in snow. I found some antique woodworking tools in the shed that I later asked for, and I still have to this day.

Grandpa had started cooking dinner early, so it was almost ready by the time I came back. We didn’t talk much while we got it on plates and ate at the coffee table. I wolfed down my food and took the initiative to wash up everything while Grandpa took his time. When I finished, I made a big show of bringing two glasses and the new bottle of whiskey to the table.

“This is your only Christmas present,” I said sternly.

“Let’s open it early!”

I uncorked the bottle and poured for us both, and we both drained that first glass pretty quickly. I started to apologize, but then I ruined it by joking around. “I shouldn’t have walked in on you during your private time. I was just concerned you might have had a medical emergency!”

Grandpa cut me off and poured us more whiskey. He said, “I’ve never had a medical emergency in my life. I don’t even go to the doctor.”

I then blurted out something so spontaneous I’m surprised I was brave enough to do it before the alcohol got into my blood stream. “You can leave the door open when you’re jerking off. We’re both grown men here.”

Grandpa appeared taken aback but didn’t disagree. We changed the subject and drank whiskey until both of us were too tired to do anything but stumble around. We did have some interesting discussion about my dad, which is funny but that’s another story. He went to bed and I occupied the couch.

The following morning I woke up with a honest-to-God all-American hangover. I smelled the coffee machine and I could hear Grandpa walking around in the kitchen.

I got up and belched (almost puked), got my bearings, and went to the sink to drink some water. I put my mouth under the tap and gulped at it miserably. I hate hangovers. Grandpa walked in from the bathroom and I thought I’d joke around to counteract the misery. My morning wood was at its peak so I just pulled my shorts down and waved it at Grandpa.

He put his hand on my back and laughed. I spit in the sink and punched his arm playfully. He paused, then he did exactly what I wanted him to do. He wrapped his hand around my stiff cock and got a feel.

“You’re more...uh... well-endowed than me and my brothers, or your uncles for that matter. Must be genetics from your mom’s side.”

I said, “That’s just the morning wood. After I go swimming it looks about a half an inch long.”

Grandpa pulled his boxers down to reveal a quickly engorging cock of his own, which he stroked absentmindedly. “Aww hell, when I get out of cold water all you can see is foreskin poking out where a dick should be.”

My dick got as hard as I ever remember it being and twitched a few times in Grandpa’s gentle hand. I reached over to his dick and held it the same way. He very quickly reached 100% engorgement too. As we stood there in the kitchen feeling the other’s cock up, I began to admire everything about Grandpa’s shorter, narrower, uncut cock. The curve to the left was more noticeable before, but now that I had my hand on it I could feel a gentle curve up as well. I pulled his foreskin back and admired his glistening head. When I rolled the foreskin back into place a drop of sticky fluid appeared at the tip. A drop just like it was forming on my cock head too.

“Grandpa, you know one thing I’ve never done but always wanted to try?”

“Come into the bedroom a minute and I bet you’ll get your chance.”

We stripped off our house cloths and he lead me to his mattress. I ignored the invitation and dropped to my knees instead. His cock was oozing even more precum now, and I was amazed at how beautiful it was up-close and eye-level.

I knew there was no going back from this. I’ve heard men tell me my whole life that it only takes one cock and for the rest of your life, deep down, you’ll know you’re a cocksucker.

I wrapped my lips around Grandpa’s hard cock and and let my tongue meet the dab of preecum. I’ll never forget the taste. I sucked his entire length into my mouth and then reached up and pulled back his foreskin while I fondled his gray-haired balls and focused on his head like it was the only thing in the universe.

I don’t know what I was expecting, but I was slightly surprised to feel Grandpa’s hands begin to caress the back of my head. He let out a low sigh. I tasted another drop of precum and I began sucking deep and rhythmically, like in the pornos I would never admit to watching. Grandpa let out a moan and his cock was suddenly completely rigid and the vein on top protruded enough to excite my upper lip. I felt Grandpa’s hands tremble slightly behind my head and I heard him gasp. Grandpa was loosing control. All I wanted in that moment was to taste his cum.

Grandpa moaned louder for a moment and pulled my head closer to him, sinking his cock deeper into my mouth, and let loose. His cum came in six or seven waves, each one accompanied by a cock spasm I could feel from my lips to the back of my tongue. I swallowed greedily and gently sucked at the remaining slow dribble as his cock began to relax and deflate.

Grandpa sighed big. “Ahhh! Thank you, kid. It’s been a long time.”

I stood up and kissed him on the lips. Even though it was our first time, instinct took over and our lips and tongues danced in a way I didn’t realize was possible. I’ll never forget the bristly feeling of his mustache against my clean-shaven face, and his beautiful smell I finally got to experience up close.

Grandpa grinned so slyly and fully, you would think he just got away with robbing a bank. “Alright, soldier. You finally got to try that thing you’d always wanted to try. I hope you have a few more things like that in your back pocket.”

I put my hands on Grandpa’s shoulder and gently turned him away from me and bent him over the bed. I knelt behind him and used both hands to spread his ass cheeks apart, revealing his beautiful pink puckering ass lips surrounded by bristly white hair. And in the center of it all, the orifice itself that was simultaneously making me drool and making my cock spasm almost painfully.

“I have a whole list of things. But let’s start with this one.”

Grandpa did a lot of moaning, but I didn’t speak for about an hour. It’s hard to speak when your tongue is inside another man.