When we Cum Face to Face

From your Author’s:

 This is another disclaimer. RJC & RJC, are collaborating. My Grandson found me on GD and read everything I’d written along with watching some video’s. I monitor all his shit now and thought this might be the best way.

 If he has questions, who better to ask, than me? We are sharing personal shit.

 I have left it up to him as far as presentation, he wants you to pay attention so you may not know who is talking. It does bounce around but that’s how he wants it. He has also shortened the chapters and I allow him to make the last corrections before going to print. RJC & RJC.

“So? The Start?” I asked.

“That was a distraction as well. I mean that was what allowed me to finish, ‘Robby and Ryan’”

“Did you do that stuff, Grampy?” I asked.

“You need to be more specific,” He said.

“Did you do stuff, like you wrote about?”

“Stuff like what, Slick?”

“Sounding?” It was one word.

“You think you got one on me you little. You did it, didn’t you?”

I cut him off. “I used the thermometer. I made myself hard and pushed the whole thing down my shaft till I felt it around my balls. It was weird, but didn’t hurt; Don’t be pissed.”

He studied me, head moving back and forth as he looked at his hands. “I’m not pissed; but it’s not a way to get off.” And his look wanted me to understand.

“I was kind of hooked; Ok? That’s why I wrote it in. I was in a place that a lot of guys and boys find themselves; I can’t believe I’m having this conversation with you.” And I just smiled at him.

Probably too much to share but I did, “It was a hard cum, Grampy.” And his eyes shot to mine. I couldn’t believe I was telling him this.

“I mean the thermometer shot out and I came so… hard.” He plugged his ears. It was funny.

“La, la, la,” And he shook his head.

When he pulled the fingers from his ears, I asked, “Tell me about, Derion? You used him, Grampy. Used him to tell the last chapter of ‘Robby and Ryan’. Even I believed it because it seemed so real. Some of those who commented thought it was to. Derion bit the bullet for you.”

“If you read all of my stuff, including comments, you had to have cum across his name. The last chapter couldn’t be told from my side and I needed someone; I saw no other way. Derion actually thought I was wanting him to meet me at the airport, the two of us flying back to Willows.”

“That was mean, Grampy.”

“It wasn’t meant to be mean. I just never realized how vested my readers had become. We actually talk, Derion, and I. I was too hard on him.”

“It was a great ending and I felt sorry for readers who thought it was true; Derion finding you dead.” And I shook my head.

“I didn’t realize, Jr. Just call me stupid, roll me in chocolate, and lick me clean. That is on my bucket list, just so you know.” And he smiled.

“The end was a long chapter where I tried wrapping things up and like I said, it couldn’t be told by me to have the ending I’d hoped for. I think it was over fifteen thousand words. I still think it was a happy ending.”

“I cried at the end. You have no idea what you write and how it affects readers.”

“I know all too well, Jr. It was never my intent to write more stuff. I hit a fuckin writers block not knowing how to end it. It was all I intended on doing.” And he took a breath.

“I’d been reading stories for years before I ever started. I did ‘Robby and Ryan’ as a green writer. I took a butt load of well-deserved criticism; then asked our host to dump it all and started over. That’s what you read and it would be better today.”

“You had him dump it?” I asked not understanding.

“All of the criticism was telling me I could do better, fix all the spelling and grammatical errors. I was the one who asked our Host to add Grammarly. Readers wanted me to just go back and tell a lot of what happened before he died, and share a little more about our connection.” And he took a breath.

“It was after a school shooting, it struck a nerve with me.” He finished.

“How long have you known, Grampy?” He knew what I was asking?

“I think I knew when you were a baby and have prayed all your days I was wrong.” And he tapped my nose again. “I’m sorry,” He finished.

“I’m the one whose sorry, Grampy.” And that was the day of reckoning starting, Cuming Face to Face.

“Grampy”?

“Jr.?”

“Grampy? Tell me things you held back or explain what you wrote.”

“Is your brother asleep?” He asked and I nodded.

“What do you want to know? And it better not be about sex.” Was his question.

This was my chance, asking the man whose words caused me to cry and lose sleep, “Was it really like that? I mean when you saw Robby get out of the shower the first time?”

He took a deep breath, his head fell back, and he said, fuck, with a smile. With a bigger smile he looked at me, and nodded his head. “You little perv; we are not having this conversation.”

“Silly Grampy. Yes, we are.”

“There was little that was fiction; his body and eyes. R&R was why I started writing in the first place; twenty years of happiness and hurt wanting out. You have to understand it was my need to, I don’t know?” and I nodded at him.

“I mean. He was hot as fuck in my eyes and his lack of inhabitations letting me see him. Fuck. We are not having this conversation; understand?”

I could tell he was remembering. “The next day was the Forth, on the boat, and the sunburn after.” He looked me in the eyes.

“Forget all of that.” And he shook his glass at me.

“We are not having this conversation, Jr. When did you know, slick?”

“Chapter one. Really, Grampy? You described the house to a tee and used our initials.”

“It was the most honest part of that chapter. Your time will cum, and it may be with a girl, don’t label yourself.”

“It’s such a sad story, Grampy.”

“No it wasn’t.” He said abruptly.

“It wasn’t a story! It was our life. What you read, I lived.” He was fighting tears wanting me to understand better.

“The men who found you?” I asked way to fast.

“Don’t take me there, Jr.” And I didn’t want to but thought it necessary for him and me.

“What do you want from me, Little Man?” he asked. His tone and colors had changed.

“Do you want me to admit I sought revenge on other men? Is that what you want?” And I got the look shaking my head, no.

“Maybe you want me to validate how they died at my hand, or, the pleasure I derived from it? Is that what you want?”

“Grampy, don’t be pissed at me.”

He softened. “I’m not pissed at you. You have nothing to do with all the shit I’ve done. I was a different man in that life and did what needed to be done.”

“Grampy, you’re sweating.” And he took his robe off.

“I’m fine,” He said and I knew he wasn’t when his head rested back.

“Grampy? Do you know how many times?” I shouldn’t have, but did. I knew things would get kind of creepy.

“I can remember back but can’t count them all. Some are easily remembered, others unfamiliar, but memories just the same. Do you remember the movie Lucy?” And I nodded.

“I have flashes, like scary shit. I really don’t know, Jr.? I remember things, time and time again, and Robby in between. My heart hurts for you, Buddy.” And both his eyes dropped tears.

“Will it be like that for me, Grampy?” I asked not really wanting to know.

“I hope not.” And he ran a finger under his eyes.

“It isn’t like being immortal, just continuing on and on. I have no idea how many times I’ve died or how many times Rob and I found each other, but I do not want that for you. Do you remember anything before this life?” He finished.

I had never really thought about it before; I shook my head no.*****************

My brother never left the bus. I was treated like a grown-up sitting on the grass with others. Grampy should, but doesn’t have, a lot of ‘good friends’. His oldest friend has no idea.

I watched but couldn’t hear, two men, one 72, and Grampy 61. This is the part I don’t like. Grampy and I are connected. He doesn’t know and I will never tell him. He loves that man.

I don’t mean that in a sexual way, It’s hard to explain. That man has known my Grampy for twenty plus years and didn’t know him at all. Grampy’s gonna know this because he’ll read it. I can, I mean, I’ve been in his head before, and that’s where I was this day.

I watched him, could feel his heart beat faster than mine, “I think you need a nap Grampy, where it’s cool” And I reached for his hand leading him to the cool bus.

He needed to re-charge. I watched him, sleep came so… fast. I thought back on all the shit he wrote, stories including boy-sex and love that will take me years to understand. This is the strangest thing, I lived what he wrote reading. ‘I’m sorry, Grampy, I should have told you’.

They sat for hours with a three-hundred-dollar bottle of scotch between them till it was gone. Grampy’s heart never goes under a hundred; even when he sleeps, even with the pace maker. He never went back to get it tuned.

I got so… stoned after he fell asleep. His friend was sound asleep and I sat with his kids; all of them twenty years older than me. A vape-pen passed to me and I puffed then turned to the one at my side. It’s hard to explain. They were in their thirties, had kids, and told me about their Dad and my Grampy.

They should have never done it, or at least checked me. I’m fourteen; they hammered my ass; like slammed me to the ground. I mean, yes, I could have, and should have, passed it, but didn’t. Really?

They shouldn’t have done this. I’d never been this wasted, couldn’t control it. When it was just us left I pulled the two brothers along with their sisters’ heads to mine.

Both the guys tried pulling away thinking maybe I was gonna kiss them, and I didn’t let that happen. They needed to know. ‘I love you’ is an easy thing to say. I felt it and let them feel it. Sometimes love hurts. All this kicked my ass. I-was-fuckin-empty.

I woke up in my bed, don’t know how I got here, and I heard Grampy, singing puff. He was on his knees changing a diaper that stunk up the whole bus and made me gag. His face and words telling her, she was beautiful in spite of her smell.

It took a minute to pee because I was so fuckin hard. It’s like that in the morning and I know Grampy saw. I walked back out in my underwear and the door opened.

“Cum on, Little Dude’ we’re going to the falls.” And I was pulled out the door by a guy twenty years older than me that was a soccer star in collage. Me with no pants; his oldest friend’s youngest son.

Last night was forgotten, but wasn’t. This was his youngest son, I held little back last night. We rode in the truck, I knew, he knew. “You?” And he stopped.

“You?” I said back.

“You know what I want to do?” And he took his eyes off everything but me.

Ben has big arms and calves, short sandy hair with blue eyes, and he isn’t hard on the eyes without a shirt. I’m almost as tall as he is and hope I am built like him in a few years.

“You need to tell me, because I have no idea.” I did, but didn’t want him to know.

“I could feel it, taste it in my mouth, what you showed us.”

“Forget all of that. I was wasted, didn’t mean to do it, I hope your Brother and Sister, understand.”

“It’s not about them. I want to, I mean, can’t believe I’m saying this because I could go to jail; I want to suck you.”

From your Author’s:

Like I said at the beginning, Robby has the last say and this is where he wanted to leave you hanging. I want you all to know that the ‘video’s’ I spoke of at the beginning, are not of me; they didn’t have that shit in my day.

There are tens-of-thousands of vid’s anyone can watch on this site just by hitting, ‘I’m over 18’. I do not blame our Host. He does a wonderful job running a site that keeps thousands entertained. Bjorn and I have been down this road before. The Host can only go so far and the rest is up to you.

There are things you can do as a parent to protect your kids from things they shouldn’t see or read. I wish I knew all that before my Grandson logged on and read my stuff. Look at your kid’s history or phone. It’s not just boys.

My Grandson started this back before my birthday this year. He found our initials, and started to read. “Now, I am talking to other Authors; If you’re out and proud, good for you. I have written hundreds of thousands of words that tell about my life.

I have spent as much time, if not more, on distractions trying to finish projects that need to be put to bed and cum to the end. I can see the handwriting on the wall. Little RJ, didn’t get a chance to read much more than what I wrote. I send him newer and older stuff editing out the raunchy shit.

Now? This is to you, Dad’s. What would it feel like if your son found your IPad or phone, saw what my Grandson did on GD? What if he read some way worse stuff and watched videos that would make you turn away? How would you feel???

This is all worth a discussion. If you comment I am sure others will, as well as our host. Robby’s giving me shit now because we are over 2500 words.

To our host. I don’t want to get into all this again. All this would have been irrelevant if I had taken more responsibility. RJC.

“Really??? Grampy???”