Graduation....a time to celebrate!

I turned eighteen two weeks before my high school graduation. I had always been the guy next door. Played football, concert band, played piano on Sunday evening services when needed. In addition, I sang with a Southern Gospel Quartet. To say I was an over achiever was an understatement. Therefore, when I asked my grandpa if I could go to the beach after graduation and stay at the family beach house he was agreeable. When I asked my parents my dad was ok with the plan but my mom wasn’t thrilled I’d be driving over seven hours to the outer banks. A couple of days later I stayed the night with my grandpa and he told me the neighbor next door was going to stock the fridge, steaks for the grill and a case of beer but I had to be responsible and the neighbor Keith was going to check in on us. That night I took a shower with my grandpa and when we went to bed I gave him the best blowjob ever since he had arranged everything for my trip. The next morning I work up to grandpa eating my ass and fingering my hole with K-Y to open me for his fat uncut 7.5 papaw cock. He liked setting on the foot of the bed and I’d sit down on his cock and we both could watching looking at the full length mirror on his closet door. After he fill my teenage hole with grandpa cum he always ate me out. His beard felt amazing on my hole. That afternoon we worked in the barn and he uncovered his 1969 Pontiac GTO. He started changing the oil, checking the spark plugs and minor tune ups. We went to the auto supply store and he got new wires and an air filter. We took my pickup truck to the auto parts center. I asked him what made him decide to tune up his GTO.....he stretched his big paw across the bench seat and gently touched the side of my face. Hell, what was he doing especially in public? He lowered his hand and rested it on my crotch. He told me to pull over. I pulled into the parking lot at K-Mart. My grandpa leaned over and kiss me. This behavior in public was unexpected. Sure, he loved me and kissed me at his house, on the tractor and especially in the barn. With a serious, soft voice grandpa told me as a graduation gift and since I got a full scholarship to college in the fall....he was giving me his GTO. I was stunned. He said after the amazing love making we shared last night and again this morning he decided to tell me today. He assured me he had determined to do this. In addition, he had already told me parents. Being the only grandchild....he was gifting me his pride and joy. When we returned to the house we went to the barn and he told me he would have the car tuned up and ready to drive for my beach trip. I wanted to decline, told him I knew he loved that car....he kissed me and said, everything you have said is true, however, son...I love you more. That day I truly realized what it meant to be the apple of someone’s eye. We worked on the car and a couple of hours later returned to the farm house and he told me to join him in the bathroom. Pops had drawn a nice warm bath in the antique claw foot tub and we took a bath together. I sat in the tub leaning my back against his furry chest. He washed me, stroked me and fingered my hole.

After graduation my friends and I were reading to head out. The candy apple red GTO looked amazing. Grandpa gave me his Texaco gas card and three hundred dollars cash. My buddies said I was the luckiest guy in the world. Once we got to the Asheville we stopped and topped of the gas tank and ate at a Dairy Queen. Five hours later we pulled into the driveway of pop‘s beach house. He and my grandmother named the house, “Heaven at the beach!” After my grandmother passed pops doesn’t go to the beach that much. I love the outdoor shower and the screened in porch. I remember as a kid falling asleep on the porch with my head in grandpa‘s Lapp and grandmother in her glider rocker.

As my buddies stepped out of the car I heard a voice...the neighbor Keith walked around the house wearing a speedo and nothing else. He asked me, where’s your pops? I told him he wasn’t with us. Keith looked puzzled ...”but your driving Hank’s baby.”. I didn’t go into details about the car, etc....Keith was retired professor from UNC-Wilmington. He was tanned and a stud. I remember him back when I was like fourteen and he my pops would fish each day. But looking at Keith now....damn, what a bulge snake like man dick stuffed in those speedos. My friends took the bedroom on the other end of the house and I took the bedroom that had the attached bathroom. I knew I’d spend a great deal of my time using the outdoor shower. Keith showed me the stocked fridge, said he had a lady put fresh sheets on the beds, etc...That evening we grilled burgers and dogs. Keith loaded the gas grill with a new tank. This evening he was wearing baggy gym shorts and no jock. My friends were clueless, unless they just didn’t give a shit. The next morning Keith walked up on the screen porch and left coffee, tray of fruit and a note to invite us to go out on his boat. My buddies decided to fish of the pier. My grandpa had fishing gear, etc...so other than getting bait ....they were all set. They packed the cooler with Sprite and RC Cola. Keith told them not to take beers on the pier since they were baby faced cute boys. His comment got my attention, however, I think my buddies didn’t focus on the statement.

Keith and I walked to the dock. He checked his boat and within 30 minutes we were headed out to do some deep sea fishing. Keith told me my grandpa and he were old fishing buddies. He went on to say he really ended up drinking beer and bullshitting with my pops. I noticed Keith was adjusting his crotch. He said he needed to piss. He stood to the side of the boat and pulled out his long, thin cock and started pissing. I decided I could take a piss as well. Keith wasn’t bashful ...he looked over at my soft cock and whistled....he said, “you definitely got Hanks good genes.” He leaned in and took hold of my cock and asked...when it’s hard, are you as big as Hanks? I thought what the fuck, I responded ....”start sucking it and see for yourself.” Keith started licked my fat head and sure enough, as an eighteen year old teen...my pecker got hard. Keith was a great cocksucker. He took a swig of PBR and let it drip over my balls. We fucked around....I shot my load down his throat. He told me to get naked. He started pouring beer over my ass and licking my hole. The cold beer was phenomenal. Keith definitely knew how to rim. He told me he use to rim my grandpa on this very same boat. He asked me if he could fuck me. I told him after he licked my balls. We spent about another hour out on the water. After I got fucked I was ready to go again. We had a great time. Later that evening he built a fire and we drank beers around the fire. Keith said he would grill steaks and shrimp on skewers. Later that evening the house phone rang and it was my grandpa. We chatted and I told him Keith had been most helpful. He was surprised when I pulled up in the driveway in the GTO. In addition, I told pops Keith took me out on his fishing boat. Pops said he makes good money taking business men out to fish for the day. I told him my buddies didn’t go with us. Pops got quiet and he cleared throat. He said he enjoyed going out on the boat. I was bold and asked....did Keith ever pour beer over your pecker pops and lick your balls. My grandpa chuckled and said, “damn, Keith still waisting good beer?” We both laughed. I told grandpa Keith was fun but he didn’t fuck me as well as he does.

As I got ready to hang up I asked my grandpa a question. I said, “Pops, can just the two of us come back to the beach in the fall when I have my college break?” Pops got quiet and finally said, baby boy...I can’t tell you no, but it’s not the same anymore at the beach without your grandmother. I choked up and told pops.....but I want to make new memories with just you. I want to go out on Keith’s boat and let Keith watch you fuck me. Pops told me he would think about it. As I hung up I went out to the open shower and started washing and slowly stroking. Keith opened the shower door and didn’t say a word...he dropped to his knees and started washing my cock using Ivory soap. He lapped my balls and stoked his cock and shot his load on my feet. He bent over and ate his cum off my size twelve feet. Damn....a nice experience.

When I went back in the cottage my buddies were already in bed. I walked back toward their room and I heard Ronald say, yes....just like that. I peeked through the door crack and saw my buddies laying on the bed in 69 position sucking each other. I walked in the room...dropped my towel and they both looked and smiled.....Ronald said, get that big cock over here and fuck me. His ass was delicious. I ate him before I fucked him. Michael our other friend stood beside me and kissed me with such a hunger. I had messed around with my buddies separately but never together. That night we each took turns fucking and sucking. I told them about Keith and the boat. Ronald said Keith gave each of them twenty bucks and a fifth of Jack Daniels not to go on the boat trip. Michael grinned and said tomorrow we beat Keith at his own game. The next morning we all three showed up at Keith’s porch. He was having his morning coffee and messing with fishing nets. I stood up and pulled down my shorts and told Keith to lick my balls. Michael and Ronald immediately took their shorts off. The three of us teased Keith. We kissed him, licked his nipples, and fingered his hole. Man, he was loving it. We told him that we wanted him to put together a fishing trip of buddies before we have to go home. Keith said....if we will be this exciting then by all means. Before we allowed Keith to cum we told him....and we get half the fee for our road trip home. He went to his roll top desk and gave each of us a hundred bucks. He hugged each of us naked and said....he would double that after the mens fishing trip.

To be honest, Michael and Ronald needed the money more than I did but we all agreed to this little adventure. Men’s fishing trip....part two. Will you read the follow up story? Sure hope so!