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I got a message from Neil that read “I wanna fuck you when I get home “ So I got naked and was waiting on all fours on our bed for when he got home from work
"Let me teach you what real love-making is," my grandpa whispered into my ear, with a sly grin on his face.
Ever hair on my body stood up. Mouth watering, throat dry, I gulped. I never felt so horrified, yet turned on as my Grandpa grabbed my waist, pulling me into him as he kissed my neck.
"God, you smell so good," he muttered. "Come with me. Your grandma is gone for the day, so we got the whole place to ourselves."
He turned me to face him, with a smile on his face, then beckoned me to the bedroom. He took off his shirt, then undid his belt, looking at me as he did. I couldn't help but look at him, seeing his nipples become erect and noticing the bugle underneath is boxer begin to grow. Seeing that, I felt my penis fill up with blood. The sensation was still new, as I was one of the unlucky boys who went thru puberty at a very late age compared to others. Better late than never, I guess.
Grandpa continued to smile at me, but now I caught the way he seemed to check my body out as I stripped out of my clothes, lust now in his eyes.
"You say you've never had sex? Not even have masturbated with your buddies?" Grandpa asked, while eyeing me take off my jeans.
"No, Gramps," I scoffed. "I ain't gay."
"Boy, it isn't gay," he chided. "In fact, it's normal. It's healthy. Boys need safe spaces with fellow boys to explore themselves and their bodies."
"Well, I never have, I guess," I muttered.
"Hasn't your dad ever taught you about masturbation and sex? Has he never 'demonstrated' that for you or on you?" Grandpa inquired.
"...No." I responded, sheepishly.
Grandpa looked at me with a new look: pity. I didn't like it. But it disappeared quickly, being replaced with a sigh and a look of determination and duty.
"Well, good thing your Gramps is well versed," Grandpa winked. "Like I said, I'll teach you how to make love. Now, hop up on the bed."
Before I did, he stopped me, then looked down, indicating for me to remove my underwear. So I did. He said nothing, but just smiled and lookd up at me and winked. He then grabbed his boxers and took them off.
"Wow, Gramps. You're definitely hard!" I gasped.
"Well, what do you expect?" Grandpa chuckled.
He was right. I guess I was just nervous. So, I hopped up onto the bed, laying on my back, as he indicated for me to do. He straddled me, then reached over to the nightstand, opening a drawer, pulling out a tube of lube.
"This is important to have whenever there is penetration," Grandpa explained. "Make sure you have plenty for the best experience."
I nodded in acknowledgment. He opened it then put it on his erect penis, then with two fingers put some on my whole. I twitched.
"It's cold," I said.
"Don't worry," Grandpa smiled, "it'll warm up. Now, I need you to relax and take slow deep breaths."
So, closing my eyes to concentrate, I began my breathing exercises. In that moment, I realized after all this time why Grandpa taught me about the importance of breathing and mediating; he was helping me relax in preparation for moments like these: having sex.
"Good, lad," Grandpa whispered. "Now, this may hurt for a moment, but if you teach yourself to relax through your breathing, it'll soon feel really good. Ready?"
"Yes, Gramps." I replied.
"Good, boy." He cooed.
Slowly, yet felt suddenly, I felt an immense pleasure. Dear God! It suddenly felt so intense! It hurt, but yet it felt really good! I moaned out from the intensity of feelings I now experienced as goose pimples spread throughout all of my body.
"Good, lad. You're doing great!" Grandpa assured me. "Now, I'm going to start pumping in and out of you. Keep making yourself relax and you'll be feeling really good soon enough."
So I did. With eyes closed, slowly breathing, I felt my hole adjust to the rhythm of Grandpa's thrusts. After a few thrusts in and out, I was well opened up, and now the pain subsided, replacing it with quells of intense pulsing pleasure.
"Fuck, Gramps." I moaned.
"Ah, I feel you've relaxed now to really enjoy it," Gramps said, grinning from ear to ear. "My dear boy, open your eyes and look at me."
So, I did as he said. He now looked at me, thrusting into me, and as he did, my face must have shown how good it felt for he smiled again, then leaned in to kiss me. The feeling of Gramps pushing into me as he kissed me was truly a euphoric experience.
"See, boy? This is what a daddy should do: teach his boy how to make love. But don't worry, your Gramps will always be here to fill that hole of yours," Grandpa winked at me.
He's right. He's forever changed me. And now, I'll be more than excited to stay with him and find moments to make love with him.