This is not a very erotic tarradiddle, just some retention of my childhood, let's say 18 for legal rationality, when I was just getting concerned about sex. I was about 4'6"and weighed about 80 pounds as secure I can retrieve. I had no breasts or articulatio coxae and my mound was bald.

My favored time was when I went to visit my gramps about once every month or two. We would go to the zoo or aquarium, ice skate, or just play biz. We played hide and seek, board plot, and, my preferent, menu games. I would sit on the couch on one incline of the coffee table and grandpa would sit in his slothful boy chairwoman on the other side. It was a hot summertime day when I first saw a member. We were playing cards, 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 rightfield in his chair, I was able to see up his pants legs and I saw piece of his penis and one ball.

I must accept starred a long 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 chance. I was so intrigued at seeing a penis. After the card biz, I got out some animals I often played with and went over to sit in presence of gramps. I was capable to get up close and see up his pants legs while pretending to look at him. I played with the brute 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 early. I had some of them enshroud under his pants legs. I placed them so that they made the bloomers stand up and I could see in better as I sat in front. Wow, now I could see all of his phallus. It was beautiful !

I got my toy ophidian and had it slither up his drawers legs until it almost touched his penis. How I wanted to affect it myself. Finally he got up and went into the kitchen to fix us something to eat. cypher else extra happened that weekend except we just had a salutary time.

Two visits later, I was at gramps's mansion 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 TV or read. After about half an hour of reading, I went into his sleeping accommodation 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 front of his underware. I crept into the room and stood by the bed just looking at it. The head was just sticking out and I could also see some of the shaft as well as the foreland. The head had a little scratch, a hole, in the end of it. I guessed that was were the pee came out. I must have stood there 15 moment. I wanted to see more than so I thought of a plan.

I went back to the doorway and called"grandfather, are you awake"various times.

He did not bring up. So I went back to the bed and gently got up on it and sat next to grandpa. I sat still for awhile before I reached over and touched the headspring of his penis. It was warm and gentle. I loved touching it. I gently pulled spread out the time slot in his underware where his penis was sticking out so I could see More. As I pulled it subject, it kind of plopped out and over to one side. I saw it all. It looked balmy and I could see veins 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 pass again, it jumped a bit and I almost jumped out of my tegument. It looked like it was starting to get bigger. It was ! Each clock time I touched it, it seemed to rise 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 dash too. It was so beautiful. It was soft but backbreaking at the same time. A big vein ran from the base of operations 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 clear and sticky and where it stuck to my finger, I touched it to my tongue. I liked the taste ; it was sweet and salty at the same time.

I rubbed his penis some more than and more of the clear liquidity came out and I tasted it too. It was fun rubbing and taste and watching his big penis move and jump. I wanted to play with it all day but knew I had better not get caught so after a one-half hour, I got off the bed and went back to my Bible. honorable thing I did too, because 10 hour 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 potential. I went to gossip the next month for a weekend and made plan to see more of it. I knew that granddaddy slept nude at dark. I always slept in another bedroom. This weekend I brought a night light that strapped on my heading for night reading.

The first Nox, after grandpa went to bed and I heard him snoring, I crept into his elbow room. He was sleeping under the flat solid on his back. It was dark but I had my header light. My head light was working just fine as I could see everything and yet it was still sullen in the way. I called his epithet and he did not answer, so I walked over to his bed and slowly pulled the sheet down from his stomach to his knee joint. And there it was in all its glory. His penis was laying to one position of his leg and his lump were hanging between his legs. It was the first good view of his orb 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 penis for a long sentence. Did I say they were beautiful ?

He was sleeping close to the edge of the bed and I could endure beside the bed and range over and touch his phallus. As I did, it moved again like last metre. I ran my finger along its length and like last sentence 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 fingers 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 commodity, but touching his phallus with my tongue was also a majuscule flavour. I licked again and again and more juice came out and I licked it up.

I then stood back up and reached over and for the commencement time touched his balls. There was like a big marble at the hindquarters of the sack and I could locomote them around inside. I was very careful to gently and slowly play 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 hair growing around his penis. Lots of it above and some on the English and a little on the balls. It was dark brown and when I ran my finger through it is was rougher that his head hair. It was more fun to extend to his penis hairs than his head pilus. They were more jumbled or curly than his directly head fuzz. All this was so new and so exciting. I don't fuck how long I stayed there and played with his phallus and glob and hair, but it was a long time.
From then on, every visit to grandpa's, I would find a way to see or touch 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 joggle and wriggle 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 amount into his bedroom and call to him. If he dind't answer, I would attract open his underware and adjoin his penis. If he did resolve, 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 phallus. I would take off tickling him and could feel his member under me as he moved around. As I continued to work and jiggle, it would grow big and hard under me but he never said anything. He just let me proceed to represent with him. His hard phallus would press up against my pee pickle and I would wiggle on it. I liked to palpate it under me as a good deal as those nighttime or afternoons when I would touch it.

One day, as I got sometime, I was playing this way and I started feeling tingly between my legs. The more I wiggle, the stronger the tingling got. I was wearing a short skirt and panty and I could finger his hard penis press into my scanty. I started to get wet between my stage and I was afraid I had peed on grandfather. I jumped up and trusted enough his underware was wet and when I touched mine, mine was wet too.

"I'm so sad 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 think ”, I said.

"fountainhead ”, he said,"When a person gets sexually excited, a juice flows out of their sex phallus ”."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 have also had a sexual release from your snatch ”, he said.

Without going into all the point of our yearn discussion, this is how I learned about sex and how my body body of work and how a man's body works. Grandpa answered all my questions and told me stack of matter I had only guessed at before. So much of what my girl friends at schools and I had talked about was only partially admittedly. My grandpa and I were always close, but we would go closer through the next several years.

If you liked this story, I will tell you of the early things I learned at grandpa's .