Araucaria
JUB 10k Club
I was 19 years old when my parents sprung the idea of me staying with my grandparents for the summer. It seemed there was some expectation in the family that all us cousins were to take turns staying with them. But I never heard of this until my turn came up. My parents presented it as an "invitation" to spend the whole summer with them.
A couple of days, maybe. The whole summer, no way.
"We had a lovely conversation with them on the phone," my Mother began. "... we even told them you were gay, and they said it was no problem."
"You what? Oh, gee thanks, Mom!" She's sweet, and means well, but she's one of these naive people who think everyone will get along. If they just know the situation, they'll understand.
"Some time on the farm will make a man out of you." That's kind of Dad's answer for everything. Ignore the fact that your son is gay, and act like it doesn't exist, and plan accordingly. After all, they're his parents, and he grew up on that farm, so what was good enough for him is good enough for me.
So now I had just driven up to my grandparents' little farm, and I was sitting at the table eating dinner with them. Grandma was wearing one of those riotous print dresses with thousands of flowers on them, and Grandpa wore a pair of well-worn overalls and boots. The conversation was the usual small talk, until Grandpa said,
"You really can't be gay out here," as he took a bite, and then continued. "But there are ways a country boy can have fun." He winked at me.
Grandma gave him a stern look. “Don’t you start!”
A big grin flashed across Grandpa’s face, as he started a low, deep chuckle.
After supper Grandpa invited me to sit with him on the porch.
"I want to get to know my grandson real good."
So I sat out there with Grandpa and Grandma, and we talked about lots of things. I found Grandpa to be gruff, but basically an all right guy, and I quickly warmed up to him. He talked about crazy things him and his buddies did when they were young,
“Me and Slim used to go skinny dipping in Coldwater Creek,” Grandpa said.
Grandma frowned at the mention of Slim’s name.
“Oh, did Slim ever show up today?”
“Yeah, but I sent him away, told him we’re gonna have company, I said to him, I’m sure you’d understand,” Grandma answered.
“Damn you, woman!” Grandpa spoke, raising his voice. “You never tell me when he comes!”
“Just as well. You two are no good together!” Grandma retorted.
Grandpa folded his arms across his chest. “Harrumph!”
Grandma got up out of her rocking chair. “I’m feeling really tired.” Then she smiled at me, saying, “Good night, sweetie pie!” And kissed me. Pivoting, she walked back into the house, making no effort to stop the screen door from slamming behind her.
“Now we can talk like men.” Grandpa smiled at me conspiratorially. His banter took a decidedly sexual turn.
"I may be an old man, but everything works just fine down here," he said, as he grabbed his crotch.
He continued. “Not long ago I fooled around with some high school country girl, just turned 18, She said I got her pregnant…"
"Grandpa, you old dog, you!"
"… but I ain't buying it until she shows me that goddamn DNA test that says I'm the baby's Daddy," he went on. “Now I know she's fooled around with at least six guys, and what's more, there's rumors that incest runs in her family."
Grandpa paused for a moment. "Well, I got off the track there, but my point is, I ain't done yet. You put an old bull with a young heifer, he's gonna mate her, and she'll have a calf. But people say an old man can't do nothing."
He looked out. Into the yard. Beyond the reach of the porch light, fireflies lit up in the darkness. A whippoorwill call came from the woods.
“Yeah, you do what you gotta do,” the old man mused. “Country girls grow up fast out here."
Then Grandpa slapped me on the shoulder, leaving his hand there.
"I'm sure you fool around."
"With girls? No."
He slapped me again. "Well, with boys!"
"A few."
But not enough lately, I thought to myself. The only sex I'd really had in months was with that scrawny, pimply kid that passes for my best friend who complains all the time. We don't really like each other, and no, it's not a "friends with benefits" arrangement, We just hang around, sitting across the table from each other at the community college library, because nobody else will take us for their friends. I guess I got desperate one day when we were hanging out in his bedroom, I just reached over and unzipped his pants and started sucking. About five minutes later he filled my mouth with a huge load of the most disgusting cum I've ever tasted. I swallowed it all, having to force myself not to retch from the taste. And guess what? The damn punk never thought of reciprocating for me!
"Whatcha like to do with boys when you're in bed?" Grandpa grinned at me.
I was so embarrassed that my face must've turned redder than the tomatoes ripening on the vine in the fields.
"Well, I do a number of things. I suck dick, I jack off with other guys, but I really like to bottom for the right guy." My sudden frankness surprised me.
"You mean you like him to fuck you up the ass." Grandpa slapped me on the back of the neck, giving me a rough massage with his calloused hand, and then laughed.
"I like to see your face when you're embarrassed." He paused. "So my grandson takes it up the ass!"
I was amazed at this conversation. Not only was my tough Grandpa cool with me having sex with guys, he was downright amused by it.
"Like I said, there's ways a country boy can have fun." Then he looked serious. "I've fucked a few guys up the ass before."
"Grandpa!" Now it was my time to bust out laughing and slap him on the back.
"I bet you're surprised to hear that I've cornholed some men. It makes my tool feel real good!"
To my surprise Grandpa's remarks got me boned up. I decided to go with the flow.
"My Grandpa's a top man! And I'm a bottom boy! Sounds like a dangerous combination!”
Grandpa gave me a wicked grin.
Just then Grandma called out for bed, and we walked in. As we were going in, Grandpa winked at me and remarked, "Like I said, there's ways for country boys to have fun."
