Living with my grandfather was great. He loved me and I loved him. We were very easy going and had no inhibitions whatsoever. We even took baths together and he helped me getting my body soaped and wash the soap off afterwards. By the time I entered high-school we still continued our little ritual, but when he soaped me, my little penis got harder and bigger every time he touched it. I was a little embarrassed, but he didn't seem to take notice. After the bath I didn't immedially get dressed, but ran around naked in the living room. I've long noticed that grandpa liked to see me scuttling around with my little penis bobbing up and down. He always looked right between my legs and I took it as a compliment and love. To give him more to see, sometimes, when he sat on the sofa and watched TV, I stood right in front of him and, on tiptoes, made my pecker slap my belly even more.

Suddenly, he leaned forward on the sofa to come close to my body, grasped my hips, pulled me a little closer to his face and took my penis in his mouth caressing it with his tongue. He tenderly licked my foreskin. He sat me beside him on the sofa, laid his left arm around my shoulder and began with his big right hand tenderly to caress my chest and tummy. He came closer to my face and, assisted by his left hand, began to kiss my lips, slowly using his tongue to open my lips and our tongues played with each other. It was a very long, very adult kiss normally only done by grown-ups. I was very proud. Grandpa began also caressing my thighs and, what I clandestinely long dreamt of, touching me between my legs. I helped him by spreading my thighs as wide as I could, to give him free access to my stiff bare penis and the equally bare little nuts. His touch send waves of tenderness and arousal through my whole body, that I have never felt before.

I had blushed and looked at him with an astonished but curious view, which made him smile and he began, using only his thumb and two fingers sliding my foreskin slowly up and down. I laid my face at his neck and sighed deeply. He accelerated his sliding movement and the pleasure I felt was undescribable. I moaned a little and gave him a puzzled, unbelieving and moony look. I closed my eyes to enjoy what he was doing with me. I sweared to him that he could do anything to me that he wanted, even if it hurts. I was so proud of having sex with such a strong, grown-up man, just as I have fancied so often before.

Suddenly I felt my tummy quiver and a sweet feeling of exertion running through my innocent genitals. I opened my eyes and incredulously saw a little white squirt coming out of my stiff penis leaving a small speck not only on my tummy but also on his hand. He bent forward to lick it up and to suck all the sperm left on the tip of my foreskin. Never in my life, I've felt so much loved than now.