Furry Grandpa, my first crush

He wasn’t a blood relative, but he had married my Grandma later in my mother’s childhood. But he was still “grandpa”. I remember as a very young boy, the one thing that I noticed about, was how covered in soft, curly hair his arms and chest were. I would stare at it, and occasionally find myself stroking his arm, if he had sat me up in his lap. I was too young to understand anything about my attraction. By the time I reached my teens, I understood that men (especially relatives) don’t caress each other, as a habit. I tried not to pay attention to the fact that I was still very drawn to his manly, furry body. Every time my lizard brain would want to take over, and launch a gay thought about grandpa, I’d squash it.

I was 15 at the time, and grandpa and I were on our way to the lake to fish. It was hot, and I had mesh basketball shorts on, and a T-shirt. Grandpa had a button up short sleeve shirt on, already unbuttoned, to stay cool. As we road, we shared the armrest in his car. Every so often the thick growth of curly, light brown fur on his forearm would brush against my nearly hairless 16 year old arm. It was inevitable, as it stood at least 3/4 of an inch tall. The feeling was electric, and brought back memories of stroking my fingers through the soft hair covering his strong forearm.

I began to feel flushed. Grandpa was oblivious of my moment of excitement. Then, uncontrollably, my 16 year old penis fattened, and grew noticeably in my basketball shorts. I tried to stop it, and even moved my arm, which may have got grandpa’s attention. I tried to think other thoughts, to calm my unstoppable erection.

Without saying a word, grandpa turned off onto a dirt road that appeared to be rarely traveled.

“We’re are we going?” I asked, trying to feel normal. Grandpa stopped the car, looked into my eyes, and smiled kindly. “It’s ok Joey, I know.” I was confused, and scared. “As men, we like what we like. I’m flattered, really.” Then, he leaned in, and kissed me. It was a real kiss, not a

Grandpa peck on the cheek. My penis stood at attention. He then put his powerful hand on my thigh. My hand caressed his furry arm, as it slowly found it’s way to my throbbing shaft. I leaned my head against his bare chest, my nose buried in his fur. It smelled like his cologne. Less than 2 minutes later,with grandpa stroking me, I had the most powerful orgasm of my young life. Cum shot up, and landed in the thick layer of forearm fur. Without thinking, I pulled his arm to my face, and licked it clean. I looked over, and grandpa had a rather large bulge in his pants.

He said, “Joey, I will take care of this myself later.” I was disappointed, I wanted to make grandpa feel as good as I did. I think he may have felt like he already crossed a line. This, however wasn’t the end of the story of our little secret.