This is not a very erotic report, just some memories of my childhood, let's say 18 for legal ground, when I was just getting interested about sex. I was about 4'6"and weighed about 80 lb as ripe I can remember. I had no tit or hips and my hillock was bald.

My favorite fourth dimension was when I went to chat my grandpa about once every month or two. We would go to the zoo or aquarium, ice skate, or just play secret plan. We played pelt and seek, plug-in games, and, my preferred, carte games. I would sit on the lounge on one face of the umber table and grandpa would sit in his lazy boy professorship on the other face. It was a hot summer day when I first saw a member. We were playing identity card, sitting across from each other.

granddaddy usually wore shorts in the summer and this day he must have not been wearing any underware because when he turned just the right way in his chair, I was capable to see up his bloomers legs and I saw part of his penis and one chunk.

I must have starred a long 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 metre I got the chance. I was so intrigued at seeing a penis. After the card game, I got out some animals I often played with and went over to sit in front of grandpa. I was able to get up close and see up his pants legs while pretending to look at him. I played with the animals 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 pant legs. I placed them so that they made the drawers stand up and I could see in better as I sat in presence. Wow, now I could see all of his penis. It was beautiful !

I got my toy Snake River and had it slither up his gasp legs until it almost touched his member. How I wanted to touch it myself. Finally he got up and went into the kitchen to fix us something to eat. Nothing else limited happened that weekend except we just had a proficient 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 take a nap and I could watch out TV or read. After about half an hour of Reading, I went into his chamber to check 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 straw man of his underware. I crept into the way and stood by the bed just looking at it. The caput was just sticking out and I could also see some of the shaft as well as the forefront. The head had a little slit, a yap, in the end of it. I guessed that was were the pee came out. I must have stood there 15 minute of arc. I wanted to see more so I thought of a plan.

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

He did not stir. So I went back to the bed and gently got up on it and sat following to grandpa. I sat still for awhile before I reached over and touched the head of his penis. It was warm and voiced. I loved touching it. I gently pulled exposed the slot in his underware where his member was sticking out so I could see More. As I pulled it assailable, it kind of plopped out and over to one side of meat. I saw it all. It looked cushy and I could see mineral vein under the skin. It kind 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 head again, it jumped a bit and I almost jumped out of my skin. It looked like it was starting to get great. It was ! Each time I touched it, it seemed to acquire a bit more until it was almost to his belly button. Wow, it was really big and it was harder than before. I was thrilled but a bit scared too. It was so beautiful. It was voiced but firmly at the same fourth dimension. A big vein ran from the basis to the top.

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

I rubbed his member some more and more of the authorise liquid came out and I tasted it too. It was fun rubbing and tasting and watching his big phallus move and jump. I wanted to encounter with it all day but knew I had better not get caught so after a half hr, I got off the bed and went back to my book. adept thing I did too, because 10 minutes or so later I heard grandpa get up and move 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 adjacent calendar month for a weekend and made architectural plan to see Thomas More of it. I knew that grandpa slept nude at nighttime. I always slept in another bedroom. This weekend I brought a Nox illumination that strapped on my promontory for nighttime reading.

The first night, after grandpa went to bed and I heard him snoring, I crept into his elbow room. He was sleeping under the rag on his back. It was drab but I had my head light. My head light was working just o.k. as I could see everything and yet it was still dark in the room. I called his epithet and he did not answer, so I walked over to his bed and slowly pulled the canvass down from his stomach to his knees. And there it was in all its resplendency. His penis was laying to one side of his leg and his orchis were hanging between his legs. It was the for the first time good aspect of his balls 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 foresighted meter. Did I say they were beautiful ?

He was sleeping close to the edge of the bed and I could bear beside the bed and ambit over and allude his phallus. As I did, it moved again like final stage time. I ran my fingerbreadth along its distance and like survive time it started growing. It moved up his leg and over his belly until it was pointing toward his cheek. It was so big now ! I put my fingers around it and rubbed it until the clear succus came out again. I leaned over and licked it off the tip of his penis. It tasted good, but touching his penis with my tongue was also a great flavor. I licked again and again and to a greater extent juice came out and I licked it up.

I then stood back up and reached over and for the first time touched his lump. There was like a big marble at the bottom of the sack and I could go them around inside. I was very careful to gently and slowly act with them. That was just as practically fun as rubbing his penis.

I guess I ought to say that I was also surprised about the amount of fuzz growing around his penis. set of it above and some on the side and a little on the globe. It was dark John Brown and when I ran my finger through it is was rougher that his head hair. It was more fun to touch his member hairs than his head fuzz. They were more higgledy-piggledy or curly than his straight head hair's-breadth. All this was so new and so exciting. I don't know how retentive I stayed there and played with his member and Lucille Ball and pilus, but it was a hanker time.
From then on, every visit to grandpa's, I would happen a way to see or equal his member. 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 joggle and twist a lot. It felt best when I would do it in my pjs or just in my panties.

A few time, I caught him in his underware napping and I would come into his bedroom and call off to him. If he dind't answer, I would pull open his underware and touch his penis. If he did resolve, I would start up on the bed, grappling 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 start tickling him and could sense his penis under me as he moved around. As I continued to play and wiggle, it would grow big and grueling under me but he never said anything. He just let me continue to play with him. His hard penis would press up against my pee hole and I would wiggle on it. I liked to feel it under me as very much as those nights or afternoons when I would advert it.

One day, as I got senior, I was playing this way and I started feeling tingly between my leg. The more I wiggle, the unattackable the tingling got. I was wearing a unforesightful skirt and panties and I could feel his hard penis wardrobe into my panties. I started to get wet between my legs and I was afraid I had peed on grandpa. I jumped up and certain 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 have in mind ”, I said.

"wellspring ”, he said,"When a person gets sexually excited, a juice flows out of their sex member ”."When you were wiggling me, I got sexually unvoiced and my sperm spewed out of my penis and got our panties wet."

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

"You may have also had a sexual release from your kitty ”, he said.

Without going into all the detail of our long word, this is how I learned about sex and how my body employment and how a man's consistence works. grandad answered all my head and told me lots of things I had only guessed at before. So often of what my missy friends at school and I had talked about was only partially on-key. My grandpa and I were always close, but we would become closer through the next several years.

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