Gay Male / 62
The Memories Of That Summer At My Grandmother's
It seems today that all the fun is taken out of everything. In my day, I mean when I was still to young to know better, I spent a couple of weeks at my grandmother's in the mountains of Mexico where she lived a quiet retirement. There is literally nothing to do there, except letting the days go by. The weather is what my grandmother liked and that's why she lived there. My grandmother was quite the artist until her eyes failed her. She still had a few of those paintings, which I inherited.
But getting back to being bored during the summer. I would walk up the hill to the small central park just to see people. I took my book to read and sit on a bench. Sometimes someone would say hello but usually no one broke the silence. One day as I was walking a man I didn't know asked me for directions. He was new there and wanted to find the store where they sold household supplies. There was only one store and I walked with him to show him. I stood outside while he did his shopping and walked back with him to the house he had rented. Now, every mother in the world tells you not to talk to strangers. But he was nice and I made the second decision of going into the house with him.
He had a couple of boxes. He said that he was there to write his masterpiece. Hopefully that would happen before he dropped over. In one of the boxes, because I was being nosy, I pulled out this album of photographs. They were from a time when nothing digital existed. He let me look through them and from time to time would say something like 'oh, that's my cousin Alice'. A couple of pictures were of him and a friend in army uniforms. He said 'Marines', not Army.
I was sitting there, just dreaming. He came over and sat with me and asked me if I could use a hug. His hug was very warm and his hand was in my lap. 'Sometimes a young man needs someone to be nice to them'. Then, 'here, let's see what you have in there', and with that he pulled down my zipper and after pulling out my very scared penis he bent over to kiss it and he put it in his mouth and sucked on it gently. 'There, any time you need a pick me up, I'm here to help you'.
I didn't sleep that night, and the next day I went to his house to see if I could help him. He told me that if I wanted to I could walk around naked. I felt very self conscious, but he insisted and helped me get my clothes off. Standing there he kissed my penis. He joined me, and we both just hung around talking without any clothes on. He hugged me and kissed me and he let me get to know 'Charly'. I kissed Charly and put Charly in my mouth, and after that he kissed me. It felt good, it just felt good like nothing I had experienced. He worked slowly but got Charly in me. I didn't want him to stop but it got to that point where Charly had to spit up and he pulled out of me. Then we lay on his bed and he held me. That day, for the first time in my life, I felt something. A closeness that you don't feel.
That summer I learned about me, I got a bit of an education, I went home to go to school the next semester. I took with me the memories that still fill me. Time would bring other experiences, but never that feeling I had that summer.
But getting back to being bored during the summer. I would walk up the hill to the small central park just to see people. I took my book to read and sit on a bench. Sometimes someone would say hello but usually no one broke the silence. One day as I was walking a man I didn't know asked me for directions. He was new there and wanted to find the store where they sold household supplies. There was only one store and I walked with him to show him. I stood outside while he did his shopping and walked back with him to the house he had rented. Now, every mother in the world tells you not to talk to strangers. But he was nice and I made the second decision of going into the house with him.
He had a couple of boxes. He said that he was there to write his masterpiece. Hopefully that would happen before he dropped over. In one of the boxes, because I was being nosy, I pulled out this album of photographs. They were from a time when nothing digital existed. He let me look through them and from time to time would say something like 'oh, that's my cousin Alice'. A couple of pictures were of him and a friend in army uniforms. He said 'Marines', not Army.
I was sitting there, just dreaming. He came over and sat with me and asked me if I could use a hug. His hug was very warm and his hand was in my lap. 'Sometimes a young man needs someone to be nice to them'. Then, 'here, let's see what you have in there', and with that he pulled down my zipper and after pulling out my very scared penis he bent over to kiss it and he put it in his mouth and sucked on it gently. 'There, any time you need a pick me up, I'm here to help you'.
I didn't sleep that night, and the next day I went to his house to see if I could help him. He told me that if I wanted to I could walk around naked. I felt very self conscious, but he insisted and helped me get my clothes off. Standing there he kissed my penis. He joined me, and we both just hung around talking without any clothes on. He hugged me and kissed me and he let me get to know 'Charly'. I kissed Charly and put Charly in my mouth, and after that he kissed me. It felt good, it just felt good like nothing I had experienced. He worked slowly but got Charly in me. I didn't want him to stop but it got to that point where Charly had to spit up and he pulled out of me. Then we lay on his bed and he held me. That day, for the first time in my life, I felt something. A closeness that you don't feel.
That summer I learned about me, I got a bit of an education, I went home to go to school the next semester. I took with me the memories that still fill me. Time would bring other experiences, but never that feeling I had that summer.
