1. My First Time


    Date: 9/24/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Taboo, Author: griffen1, Rating: 94, Source: xHamster

    It was the Christmas holidays. My mother's parents were staying with us for a few days. My relationship with my granny was somewhat formal but I was always close with Grandpa. He had taught me card games and chess and he talked to me like an adult, which I always appreciated. Something had happened and I was sulking. I'd gone to my room and had been there a while when Grandpa knocked on the door and cracked it open. I didn't mind seeing him and was actually glad that he'd cared enough to come see me. He came in and just casually asked me what I was doing. The conversation was light and he came and sat on the bed near to me. I was on the floor for some reason. After a little preamble he asked what was wrong and I told him the story (whatever it was). He was sympathetic and encouraging and I felt close to him and appreciative. Then he reached down and pulled me gently under my arms so I'd slide closer to him. I slid willingly and I was now between his legs. I remember feeling excited and nervous. I knew I was closer to him than was normal and I felt that he knew it too. I didn't know what it meant, though I suppose I may have known in some part of me or I wouldn't have felt excited. The conversation continued but it was less detailed. I wasn't paying much attention to it as I was intoxicated with the sense of experiencing a naughty secret. After a little while he put a hand on my shoulder and massaged it a little. Then he put his other hand through my hair and played with it. ...
    By this time neither of us was talking. I was terrified but also, definitely, excited. I remember that I felt very loved too. My favourite grandparent was showing me I was special. I don't recall if I was frozen or if I gave some sign that I was as excited as I was, but after a short time he slipped off the bed and was sitting behind me on the floor. I had to move forward a little to accommodate him and moving made me feel guilty and complicit and numb with the nervous thrill all through me. I was wearing shorts at the time. The kind with a button and a zip. I don't know why as it was winter. On top I was wearing just a t-shirt. I could feel his body behind me and he wrapped his arms around me and held me the way a Grandpa always holds his grandson, gently and lovingly. But I knew this was different. I was silent and let him hold me. It seemed to last for a long time and I must have been tense because he reached up to my head and lent it against his chest. I didn't resist. I felt powerless to resist and I knew that I didn't want to resist. I was glad to feel powerless as it stopped me feeling guilty (though obviously those thought weren't consciously thought at the time). Anyway it worked. With my head against his chest I felt myself exhale and relax and I felt comfortable and safe. He sensed it and I felt him sense it as he relaxed too and I lay against him like that for some time. Looking back those minutes spent in my imagination were the most sexually charged of all as I ...
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