The Education of Grandpa - 17. Life Is Good ! 

In the previous chapter, Tom and Grandpa were relaxing on the upper deck while the boys kayaked and hiked.

The warm May sun felt wonderful on their nude bodies. Tom related his coming (cumming) out adventures in his quest for man sex. “I know your life with man sex. If I am correct, the only contact with other guys since teen years has been with me. The remainder of your happy man time has been with your fist.”

Geoff replied, “You got it - that’s all.”

Tom continued. “I have always known that my feelings were different than most other guys. I remember learning to jerk-off at about age twelve when a few guys in the neighborhood got together to smoke cigarettes stolen from one of their fathers. There were five of us. All but one of us were inexperienced. When fourteen-year-old Ray suggested we learn what a man does, we all eagerly accepted the offer. He pulled out his dick, and as he called it, ‘jacked-off.’ Soon we all had our small dicks in hand. When Ray shot a stream of white stuff, he told us that when we were old enough to shoot jism, we were men. To my surprise a small quantity dribbled out of my dick. The feeling was awesome. From that day on, I jacked-off at least once a day, usually alone, sometimes with one or more of the other guys. I remember the dick of each and today, fifty years later, could describe them in detail. We never touched each other. Eventually, the group play stopped, but my jacking never did.

I can remember each guy’s dick of our high school basketball team. I really enjoyed the locker room antics and showers. I knew one did not look at a guy below the waist. However, I developed the ability to check out guys discretely, including you.”

Geoff interrupted, “And I was doing the same. When I saw you in the golf club locker room, showing off with no inhibition, I was thrilled to again see your uncut masterpiece. The difference from high school was your shaved crown and balls.”

Tom continued. “One day after practice, I returned to my car and discovered I did not have my keys. I remembered putting them in my locker. I assumed the locker room would be deserted. I heard water running and peaked into the shower area. To my surprise, I saw Rich Sykes on his knees sucking Roy Hanover’s dick. I was spellbound. Suddenly, Roy called out. Rich moved to the side when Roy shot a massive load onto the floor. Rich then grabbed his hard dick and finished. At that point, Roy saw me peaking around the corner. Both immediately put their hands over their softening dicks. Muscular Roy looked at me and stated, ‘If you ever tell anyone what you saw, I will beat the shit out of you and kick you so hard in the balls that you will never be able to screw a chick.’ I was stunned, grabbed my keys, and drove home. As soon as I got home, I went to my bedroom and jerked off. At bedtime, I jerked off again and I woke up in the middle of the night with a hard on. Once again, I jerked. For a week, I avoided the two. Finally, one day I got enough courage to talk to Rich. I told him I enjoyed watching and would like to do what they were doing. For the last two years in high school, the three of us got together. The first time, Rick sucked me. I soon learned the joy of taking a guy down my throat and happily did Roy and Rick. While Roy never sucked. Rick and I took care of each other as well as Roy.”

“In college, I had one major adventure. While I did not play varsity basketball, I played with a group of guys on Thursday afternoons. Following the game, some of us used the sauna prior to showers. While most of the players were students, a couple of faculty played basketball with us. One afternoon, a group of us were in the sauna. It was crowded. Since the sauna benches were hot, some guys removed their towels and folded them to sit on. I, of course, was very willing to show it all. Eventually, everyone left the crowded sauna except one guy and me. We had been sitting next to each other. Neither of us moved as space became available. He casually scratched his balls. I did the same. He scratched again. I did the same. I knew he was looking at me. He pulled on his soft dick. I did the same. He slightly spread his legs so that our knees touched. I pushed back. He pushed harder against me and placed his hand on his knee. I did the same. Our hands were next to each other. The side of his hand touched the side of mine. We each pressed against the other. As our hands touched, both our dicks started to rise. He took my hand and I squeezed his back. Just as he pulled his hand away from mine and reached for my hard dick, wrapping his fist around it, we heard someone approaching. As the door opened, we both moved our legs and pulled the towels around our waists. Soon after he stood and announced, ‘shower time.’ I waited until my dick, which was hidden under the towel, softened. I went directly from the sauna to the showers. As our eyes met, I realized he was much older than a typical student. There were two others in the shower. I went to the locker area after he finished his shower. He was dressed by the time I reached my locker. He walked over to me and suggested, ‘Let’s continue our discussion in my office. I’ll wait in the lobby.’ In his office, I had my first sex with an older man. Psychology Professor Roberts’ blow job was the most amazing I had ever received. While Professor Roberts was married, I often met him at the off-campus apartment of a geology professor who usually joined us. Our little ‘gay group’ included two other students. The geology professor and one of the other students wanted to be fucked. While my last two years were sexually amazing, after graduating I never had contact with any of them.”

“Following graduation, I returned to home in Long River and began my professional career with a small architectural firm. Eventually, I discovered an old movie theater in Hartford that played porno films. I really enjoyed watching the guys in the all-straight films. I noticed some guys in the audience jerking off. The only time I jerked off in the theater, a guy moved into the seat next to me. I was petrified that this stranger in the dark grubby theater would touch me. I put mine back in my pants and he moved on. He sat next to a guy three rows in front of me. Eventually, his head disappeared as he obviously was sucking the guy off. When visiting the theater bathroom, there was usually a guy or two hanging around. The place was really sleazy. Frequently, I watched guys jerk off in the bathroom. Once I saw a guy getting fucked in one of the bathroom stalls with the door open. Between the challenges of my career, the fear of being caught in the dodgy theater, and the willingness of my fist to keep my dick happy, I did not seek men there. However, if I had known how to cruise in a place that was not as risky as the theater, I might have. Actually, I probably would have.”

“Still living at home, I rented gay VHS tapes found in the backroom of the local video rental store. With a TV in my bedroom and my parents in the living room watching their TV, I used the tapes as inspiration for jerking off. Those tapes were my man sex education.”

“I rarely dated. One of the secretaries at work arranged a blind date. I took Cynthia out to dinner. On our third date, Cynthia suggested I come to her apartment for dinner. After the meal we sat and watched TV. She moved in close, put her hand on my knee and eventually had my dick in her hand. She then took my hand, led me to the bedroom, took off her clothes except bra and panties. She sat on the edge of the bed and unbuckled my belt, pulled down my pants and briefs. I was numb with the combination of lust, fear and fascination. Playing with my dick, she leaned in and swallowed it. This was both a surprise and an amazing feeling. Eventually, we were both naked. She took a condom out of her nightstand drawer and rolled it on my dick. This was my first experience with a woman. I fucked her missionary style, cumming almost immediately. An hour later we fucked again. Later, I learned that she had recently broken up with a guy she had been dating for four years. I assume fucking and blow jobs were an important part of their relationship. Now, I realize she saw me as a guy with a good profession and great future. We were married six months later having frequently fucked with a condom during our courtship. A week before the wedding she told me the condom was not necessary. Our first, Mary, was born about nine months after the wedding.”

“A few years later, I stopped for a needed piss at a highway rest area on the way to a client. A guy followed me into the roadside men’s room. There were three urinals. I was at the first, he at the third. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him pull out a hard dick. I could not help turning my head and staring as he stroked. He turned to me and smiled. By now, mine was hard and throbbing. He stepped to the urinal next to me. When he reached for me, I did not resist. After a couple of strokes, he said: ‘Follow me.’ We zipped up, and in a trance, I followed him down a well-worn path into a wooded area. He pulled his dick out. I was petrified that someone would see us. But, when he reached for my zipper, I lost my inhibitions and did not resist. He knelt and played with my foreskin. Then, he leaned in and swallowed my dick. It was an amazing blow job. When I shot down his throat he continued to jerk off and shot between my feet. He stood, smiled, zipped up, patted my ass and walked away. I was standing with my dripping dick hanging out. I zipped up. When I got back to my car, the parking lot was empty. Needless to say, I became a regular at the cruising area. One of my encounters told me about another area where I could also find guys. Eventually, someone told me about the now-closed Club Baths in East Hartford. I became a regular, going at least once a week.”

“About a year after my first visit to the Baths, I met Doug. While all of my previous encounters had been nothing more than getting off, I felt something special with Doug. The feeling was mutual. We began meeting there regularly. Doug was a C.P.A. (certified public accountant). Like me, he was married with children. While both of us had been willing to be with multiple guys, we both soon felt the need for only each other. We stopped going to the baths and found a seedy motel that rented rooms by the hour. He eventually became my personal accountant, and then accountant for our firm where I was now a junior partner. When his wife wanted an addition for their home, I visited them and helped with the design. I worked with the builder and was in frequent contact with his wife as she made decorating decisions.”

“Doug was the first person, you could say, that I really loved. Four years ago, he was diagnosed with prostate cancer and died within a year. Since then, I have been in a state of limbo, not really knowing what I want. The baths are closed. Probably just as good not to have that temptation. I have visited the back rooms of video stores. The glory holes and buddy windows where you can watch the guy in the next booth are interesting. But, for some reason, I am more turned off than turned on by the thought of meaningless anonymous sex. I have met guys through Silverdaddies. Like you, each encounter was dull or uninspiring. After numerous duds, I only permitted myself one encounter a week. I had almost given up. But then I met you.”

“Actually, I had the hots for you in high school. Our only encounters were on the basketball team. I thought you were the best-looking guy on the team. I always tried to be next to you and check you out in the showers after practice and games.”

Geoff interrupted. “For some reason, I had similar feelings about you. The reason you found me next to you in the showers frequently was because I made sure I was near you. I remember your cock. You were one of the only uncut guys. Sometimes, while showering, you would pull your skin back and soap your dickhead. When that happened, I would have to immediately leave the showers. Seeing you play with your skin caused an immediate swelling of my dick. If I had stayed in the shower, I would have entertained the team with a stiff, dripping hardon. Possibly, the reason that I ignored you and we never became friends was because of my fear of showing my lust for you.”

Tom continued, “I agree on that count. I was afraid of my feelings for you. Having feelings for another guy was something one did not do in high school, especially in the 1970s.”

“While I am really not into playing golf with a bunch of straight guys, I did enjoy seeing you again. When we met for the first time since high school at the country club, I was delighted. However, when hearing that you had recently lost your wife after forty years of marriage, I assume you were on the straight and narrow path. I do not know why, but I did like seeing you every week. You were the only guy of the foursome that I enjoyed talking with. I have a confession: Remember when I paraded through the locker room naked, wearing only a towel around my neck? That was for you. After, I felt like a jerk having done it.”

Geoff interrupted, “Of course I remember! Seeing your dick again brought back happy memories of our times in the high school showers. Yours is the only shaved crotch I have ever seen except on porn sites. As soon as I got home, I jerked to the thought of your uncut dick, shaved crotch and really handsome good looks.”

Tom continued, “When I encountered you at the coffee shop where I was planning to meet another, and probably uninteresting, Silverdaddies encounter, I was concerned that you might see me and some sleazy guy together. When I discovered you were the GUY, wow - my heart skipped a beat. Doug was the man of my life. He was my first and only love. I can truly say that, although I have only known the REAL you for a few days, you are someone I want to be with.”

Geoff replied, “While I do not have the experiences you have had, I truly believe you are a special guy. I sincerely hope we have many wonderful years.”

It is no surprise that this discussion was followed by an amazing man to man (or man on man) encounter. It began on the porch and continued in the bedroom. That was just a prelude to a sleepless, happy night.

This concludes the Education of Grandpa. Read the End Note below.