This is not a very erotic story, just some retentivity of my childhood, let's say 18 for sound cause, when I was just getting interested about sex. I was about 4'6"and weighed about 80 punt as best I can remember. I had no breasts or hip and my mound was bald.

My favorite time was when I went to call in my granddaddy about once every month or two. We would go to the zoo or marine museum, ice skate, or just fiddle biz. We played hide and seek, board games, and, my favorite, notice game. I would sit on the couch on one side of the coffee tree table and grandpa would sit in his lazy boy chair on the other face. It was a hot summer day when I first saw a penis. We were playing identity card, sitting across from each other.

Grandpa usually wore shorts in the summer and this day he must have not been wearing any underware because when he turned just decently in his chair, I was able to see up his bloomers legs and I saw component part of his penis and one testicle.

I must have starred a hanker clock time because he said,"What you staring at Lily ”.

I caught myself, looked up and said,"Just daydreaming ”.

We continued playing, but I stole glances up his pants legs every time I got the hazard. I was so intrigued at seeing a penis. After the bill plot, I got out some brute I often played with and went over to sit in forepart of grandad. I was able to get up close and see up his knickers legs while pretending to look at him. I played with the creature running them up and down his leg. I had him lay back and I put the animals on his lap and played like they were chasing each other. I had some of them hide under his pants legs. I placed them so that they made the knickers stand up and I could see in meliorate as I sat in front man. Wow, now I could see all of his penis. It was beautiful !

I got my toy snake and had it slither up his trouser legs until it almost touched his penis. How I wanted to advert it myself. Finally he got up and went into the kitchen to fix us something to eat. zippo else special happened that weekend except we just had a respectable time.

Two sojourn later, I was at grandpa's house and we had played a lot outside in the hot summer weather. When we went back inside, he was tired and said he was going to claim a nap and I could watch TV or read. After about half an hour of version, I went into his bedroom to check out on him, He was laying on the bed in his underware and tee-shirt. That wasn't unusual, he always napped that way, but to my surprise, his penis was peeking out of the front of his underware. I crept into the way and stood by the bed just looking at it. The head was just sticking out and I could also see some of the tool as well as the brain. The fountainhead had a little slit, a hole, in the end of it. I guessed that was were the pee came out. I must have stood there 15 minutes. I wanted to see more so I thought of a plan.

I went back to the door and called"granddad, are you awake"several times.

He did not stir. So I went back to the bed and gently got up on it and sat adjacent to grandpa. I sat still for awhile before I reached over and touched the read/write head of his penis. It was warm and soft. I loved touching it. I gently pulled open the one-armed bandit in his underware where his penis was sticking out so I could see more. As I pulled it spread out, it variety of plopped out and over to one side. I saw it all. It looked soft and I could see vein under the tegument. It form of curved a bit as it lay up over on top of his underware. I gently started touching it all over. When I touched the headspring again, it jumped a bit and I almost jumped out of my skin. It looked like it was starting to get full-grown. It was ! Each time I touched it, it seemed to originate a bit more until it was almost to his belly clit. Wow, it was really big and it was harder than before. I was thrilled but a bit frightened too. It was so beautiful. It was balmy but hard at the like time. A big vein ran from the base to the top.

As I touched it and gently rubbed it, it started to leak out out the pee golf hole. It wasn't a lot and it didn't smell like pee, so I touched it. It was clear and sticky and where it stuck to my fingerbreadth, I touched it to my lingua. I liked the taste ; it was odoriferous and salty at the same time.

I rubbed his penis some More and more than of the clear liquid came out and I tasted it too. It was fun friction and tasting and watching his big penis move and saltation. I wanted to play with it all day but knew I had better not get caught so after a half minute, I got off the bed and went back to my book. Good matter I did too, because 10 minutes or so later I heard grandpa get up and locomote around in the bedroom.

Now that I had seen and touched his penis, I was determined to do it again as soon as possible. I went to visit the succeeding calendar month for a weekend and made plan to see more of it. I knew that grandpa slept nude at nighttime. I always slept in another chamber. This weekend I brought a night light that strapped on my head for Night reading.

The initiative night, after grandpa went to bed and I heard him snoring, I crept into his elbow room. He was sleeping under the shroud on his back. It was darkness but I had my head visible light. My head luminousness was working just fine as I could see everything and yet it was still dark in the way. I called his name and he did not answer, so I walked over to his bed and slowly pulled the shroud down from his venter to his knee joint. And there it was in all its glory. His penis was laying to one side of his leg and his nut were hanging between his peg. It was the starting time good view of his Ball that I has seen and I loved looking at them too. They were hanging almost to the bed itself. I just stared at them and his phallus for a farseeing time. Did I say they were beautiful ?

He was sleeping close to the edge of the bed and I could remain firm beside the bed and ambit over and concern his phallus. As I did, it moved again like last fourth dimension. I ran my finger along its length and like last fourth dimension it started growing. It moved up his leg and over his belly until it was pointing toward his face. It was so big now ! I put my fingerbreadth around it and rubbed it until the clear juice came out again. I leaned over and licked it off the tip of his penis. It tasted safe, but touching his penis with my glossa was also a swell intuitive feeling. I licked again and again and more succus came out and I licked it up.

I then stood back up and reached over and for the first gear clip touched his orb. There was like a big marble at the bottom of the liberation and I could locomote them around inside. I was very careful to gently and slowly spiel with them. That was just as much fun as rubbing his penis.

I guess I ought to say that I was also surprised about the amount of hair growing around his penis. Lots of it above and some on the side and a little on the glob. It was dark brown and when I ran my finger through it is was rougher that his head hair. It was more fun to bear upon his phallus hairs than his head hair. They were more higgledy-piggledy or curly than his straightaway head fuzz. All this was so new and so turn on. I don't know how retentive I stayed there and played with his member and balls and hair, but it was a long time.
From then on, every sojourn to grandpa's, I would find a way to see or disturb his penis. Sometimes, as we played, I would get in his lap and intentionally wiggle around. I learned that if I did this, I could feel his penis get hard under me. Grandpa never complained and I would wiggle and worm a lot. It felt best when I would do it in my pjs or just in my panties.

A few sentence, I caught him in his underware napping and I would come into his bedroom and call to him. If he dind't answer, I would deplume open his underware and touch his penis. If he did answer, I would jump up on the bed, wrestle with him, and then sit on top of him, talking to him. As we talked I would scoot down until I was sitting on his member. I would set off tickling him and could feel his phallus under me as he moved around. As I continued to play and wiggle, it would grow big and operose under me but he never said anything. He just let me continue to play with him. His intemperate penis would iron out up against my pee gob and I would wiggle on it. I liked to palpate it under me as much as those Nox or afternoon when I would stir it.

One day, as I got sometime, I was playing this way and I started feeling tingly between my pegleg. The more I wiggle, the stronger the tingling got. I was wearing a short circuit skirt and panties and I could feel his strong penis press into my pantie. I started to get wet between my leg and I was afraid I had peed on grandpa. I jumped up and sure enough his underware was wet and when I touched mine, mine was wet too.

"I'm so sorry I peed on you ”, I said.

He said,"Don't worry Lily, you didn't pee. I did it, but it is not pee."

"What do you intend ”, I said.

"Well ”, he said,"When a somebody gets sexually excited, a juice flows out of their sex member ”."When you were wiggling me, I got sexually hard and my spermatozoon spewed out of my penis and got our panties wet."

"But I thought it was me who was peeing ”, I said.

"You may birth also had a sexual release from your slit ”, he said.

Without going into all the detail of our long discussion, this is how I learned about sex and how my organic structure piece of work and how a man's body works. Grandpa answered all my doubt and told me lots of affair I had only guessed at before. So much of what my lady friend Friend at schools and I had talked about was only partially true. My grandpa and I were always close, but we would become closer through the succeeding various years.

If you liked this story, I will tell you of the other thing I learned at grandad's .