Summer in Texas is hot. This one was hitting triple digits in late June, just a month into summer vacation. We lived on a small farm 25 miles from Euless. We had no animals. Mom and dad worked at the local hospital. He was a Primary Care Physician; she was the hospital pharmacist. Money was plentiful enough for me to have a Polaris four-wheeler. However, I couldn't ride it when I was home alone.

Dad walked by the window and pretended not to see me abusing myself after the shower. Did I lose track of time or is he home early? I finished in the bathroom, got dressed and found him in the kitchen preparing some fruit for later. I asked if I could ride the 4-wheele? He said I could but he wanted to know if I could do a favor for him. Of course, I knew he wasn't actually asking. I said, "Sure".

He said, "You know, Grandma died 6 years ago. Grandpa sent me a message about trying to clean out more of her stuff but it often seemed harder than it should be. He didn't exactly ask for help but I think he wouldn't turn it down either. It's a lot cooler in Iowa than here. He has an old golf cart he rides around his place to the pond mostly. I think he likes to catch and release mostly. That could be fun. But actually, he probably just needs someone to keep tossing stuff without remembering the history of them. He might wind up getting you started on something and then leave the room so you can get it done. In fact, if you feel like that would be the best, you can even suggest it.

So, off to Iowa we went. We got adjoining rooms probably cause dad could afford it and mostly cause he knew I had little control of my erection popping up on its own. I took care of it in the shower. When I came out, I thought I heard the connecting door click shut. Nothing happened till breakfast in the motel. We had decided to eat at 6:30 and try to get to grandpas by 1:00. We got there at 1:15. Grandpa cooked a 3-course meal and warmed up a store-bought pie with ice cream for after. He let me ride around on the golf cart while he and dad had coffee and talked.

I got up at 8 to the smell of bacon wafting thru the house. I figured bacon and eggs; figured wrong. We had BLTs for breakfast on toast that was toasted only on the outside. He showed me how to do that. He put light mayo on the inside of the toast then the bacon, lettuce, tomato and asked if I wanted cheese. "Of course.", I answered. He made two with my help. He said he wanted to watch me make another one so I'd know how to do it and see where everything was. I liked that.

"People take care of themselves when it's the right thing to do. I know it's hot as hell in Texas, but we get some pretty cool evenings here at times. After you finish, we will go shopping. I'm in the mood for chili; can you believe that?", he asked. I got lots of Jello cups, pudding cups, yogurt, watermelon, cantaloupe, some Asian fruit combination of apple and pear; they were almost as big as a grapefruit. He got stuff for chili as well.

When we got home, put everything away and toured the property on the cart, he showed me a few places to avoid on the cart; some hidden holes or sharp depressions. We took time to catch a few fish and toss um back. He showed me how to bait, catch, get the hook out without hurting the fish or myself. He had to use needle nose plyers on a small sun perch. We didn't catch any catfish but he warned me about how to handle them and to always use the plyers to get the hook out of them. He said something about swimming in the pond if it got hot enough. There was a dock about 20 feet out into the water. It had a regular swimming pool designed ladder on one side near the end.

Back in the house, he showed me how to brown and drain the ground beef. I opened the cans with his electric opener. He showed me how to drain the kidney beans using the lid without getting cut. We got that going in the stew pot and played cards with him stirring the pot from time to time. We had chili with grilled cheese. He made one and had me make three more. After eating, we played cards some more till the chili had cooled enough to put it in one helping containers for the fridge.

He asked me if I ever drank beer or stronger drink? I had not. He said it was something you either like or hate. If you don't hate it, you might let yourself acquire a taste for it. As you grow up, you learn you now like things you didn't when you were younger. Sometimes you learn you like things you wouldn't even let yourself try cause you were convinced you'd hate it, or words to that effect. He was having scotch in a root beer. He mixed one very light for me. I watched. He put a lot in his. I sipped it, found it okay and drank most of it on the next pull. He said, "That's not the way to do it. You're not giving yourself a chance to taste or acquire a taste for it. Here, take a sip of my strong one." We each had another one. This time, mine was a medium. His was still strong. We watched T V for about an hour. I headed for the shower but discovered my knees weren't acting right. He steadied me and walked beside me to the bathroom. He left and closed the door. I sat there for a while, decided to shower so I got undressed and started. I was just standing under the shower cause almost any twisting made me feel a little off balance. I felt the curtain open and grandpa got in. He acted like it was the most natural thing in the world. I didn't bother with the soap. I just stood there while he lathered up. He offered me the soap and asked me to do his back. He talked about how grandma did it. He laughed about how she couldn't resist washing his ass until he was rigid. He pushed my hand below his ass so I washed that too.

He turned to rinse his back in the shower. He held his hand for the soap. I placed it in his hand. He held my shoulders and slowly turned me around. He leaned to one side to let the water hit my back. He soaped me. I had both hands on the wall at the end of the shower. He soaped my ass all the way to my balls. He reached around my with a very soapy hand covering my very hard dick. He didn't jack me off he just gently washed it and my balls with the lightest touch. He pulled the handheld shower head out of its holster to rinse me off. I felt his loin brush my ass as he stepped out grabbed a towel and dried himself off in front. He asked if I was still dizzy. I said I wasn't. He left.

Things went as planned the next few days tossing grandmas stuff and cleaning out drawers, closets, cedar chests. I was learning more about cooking. He even showed me how to make chicken and veggie soup he knew dad liked in winter. I ran across a bunch of jars in a pantry. They weren't canning jars. They were empty sauerkraut, chip dip, pickle jars from the store and more. I asked why grandma saved those. He said she didn't. He said those have a special purpose. I had to know. He was reluctant to tell me. After I promised not to tell, he showed me. He had me take the chip dip jar with the big opening. He took the sauerkraut. It had a big opening too but was deeper. He said, "Go get in the shower. I will prepare these and follow you." When he showed up naked, it was expected. The jars had been filled with Jello in mine and pudding in his. He pulled the curtain aside and told me to hold the jar mostly upright but tilted toward me a little, with the other hand, push my very hard dick down into the jar. Then pull the jar up over you dick and balls. I did it. He said, "You will soon learn to love it but I caution you, no matter what. don't drop that jar. We will get cut badly if you do." I was so worried about dropping the jar, I couldn't do anything but hold it in place. He got in the shower and put his big dick into his chocolate pudding filled jar. When he pulled it up over his balls the chocolate squirted out around his dick and onto the shower floor. He got some on his finger and ate it. I pulled my jar up some more and got some Jello on my hand. I ate it too. He said he wanted some of mine. I pumped it a little and he got some. He ate it. Naturally, I reached over and got some of his pudding. He asked me to bend over. He held his jar in place with his right hand while holding my shoulder with his left. "Lick it from the jar or my dick; you'll like it better, I think" It wasn't long before I was eating chocolate dick like a cum hungry queer. He made me stop. He stepped out, put both jars away, got in, sucked my dick a little while rinsing both of us clean with the handheld.

We went to bed and he gave me a wonderful blow job. It was my first. I know it was wonderful because I couldn't wait to return the favor. He said I wasn't ready for that yet. He turned me on my side, rubbed some slippery stuff into my ass hole and on his dick. He pushed it into me after fingering me a little. He didn't push deep he just fucked a few minutes before pulling out, letting me turn on my back. He straddled my legs and jacked off onto my dick and stomach. I opened my mouth and tried to sit up but he wouldn't let me. He got a wet cloth from a pan of water by the bed. He cleaned me up and himself. "Another day.", he said. It's an acquired taste and I want you completely hot when you taste your first load.

The next day was like nothing happened the night before. After an early supper, we took a shower together again. Dried and went to bed together. He played with me. Sucked a little and even licked my ass. He fingered me and put a butt plug in me. He had me tease his dick with my tongue and mouth. When I acted to eager for him he pushed me away. he replaced the plug with a vibrator. He put it thru different cycles while letting me do whatever I wanted with his dick. I got so hot I even tried to shove him down my throat. Not ready for that. He reached his hand around the base of his dick and announced he was ready. "Don't spill a drop you little cocksucker." he demanded. With his hand covering almost 4 inches of his cock, I was no longer at risk of getting it in my throat. He pushed my head onto him as his cum started boiling out of his soft round head. It was thick and cumming fast now. I backed off enough to swallow without letting any escape. Back on him to his fingers concentrating on how warm his cum was. I was really taking the feel of it in when I realized I needed to swallow again. He let me back off enough to do that. It was two big swallows. I was impressed with myself at how I was enjoying this. I was looking forward to tripling the volume of my cum now. As I covered his cock from head to his blocking hand, he eased the blocker away. I felt him relaxing; as he became more flaccid, I leaned into it. It went down my throat and I went for the bottom. I made it and hesitated long enough to memorize the pressure of it expanding the walls of my throat. I pulled off it and looked at it. I didn't look at him. That dick was the whole of him for me at that moment. There it was, one more glob of thick cum oozing out. I raised his cock with my hand, pointed the head up, leaned in, slid my mouth over the head letting my tongue taste the underside as I gently sucked the cum from his balls.