This author imagines a lad being claimed and groomed by an older coupe and schedule a play date for her.
It's no secret that I'm not much of a man. As a matter of fact, I have always been considered a sissy. I mean even my parents knew what I was going to be when I grew up. Dad hated it. Mother nourished it.
So it was that by the time I became an adult I was fucked up in my head. I felt the same way about women that other young men do but was never able to act on it. I wasn't built the way a guy should be to pick up women. My height was a mere 5'5". My weight was only 118 pounds. My hips were wider than my shoulders and my fanny a bit too fat, too round for a guy. But the thing that was really under developed was my thing. My penis. My "Pussy flap," as dad called it. Nearly 4" hard, I was ridiculed and teased throughout my life by those who saw me naked.
The exception was mom. She said it was cute and I needn't fret about trying to meet a nice girl. "Who wouldn't love you,? she would say. "A cute boy like you. You'll find someone johnnie. I just know you will. And whoever that might be, I'm sure he will make you happy."
And then she'd wink at dad.
When I graduated from high school and told my parents I had an interest in going to college, mother was all for it. Dad on the other hand growled, "If that cock sucker wants a higher education, let him pay for it himself. I'm not paying so he can go off and learn how to be a fucking homo."
So, instead of furthering my education, I moved out and with a small stipend from my mom rented a room in the DC suburbs.
I led a lonely life through my early 20's. Moving from one job to another I was barely making my rent on the one room above the garage of the mid 30's couple who owned it. I'd found the rental in the local free community newspaper.
Mrs. Grammercy was much like my mom. She worried about my comfort, whether I had enough to eat, things like that. Because she was so nice, I would help her with her flower beds on weekends and do other odd jobs for her just to be in her presence. She would tell me funny stories about their neighbors while we pulled weeds and she and I would giggle. She was pleasant to be with and I enjoyed her company. Most of all, I trusted her.
Mr. Grammercy wasn't at all like dad. He was friendly, maybe a little too friendly at first. Sometimes when I'd be on my knees, my bottom raised as I tended Mrs. Grammercy's gardens, I would turn and catch him staring at me with a strange look on his face.
I'd been working as a stock boy in a department store and at nights would clean the local laundromat, mopping, cleaning lint traps, wiping down the machines. I was only making $4.50 an hour at both jobs and had only little left from my rent to buy food. Forget clothes. I sold my 14 year old Toyota Camry because I couldn't afford the insurance or up keep. The walk to my jobs wasn't too long, maybe a couple miles.
Mr. Grammercy offered to give me a ride to work one day and I found out why he'd look at me the way he does.
We'd only just left the block when he placed his right hand on my thigh and began to run it up and down. "You know johnnie, you're a pretty boy. I mean for a guy, you're sexy. See what you do to me?"
With that he placed my hand on his crotch and I felt his erect penis. "This is your fault baby boy. I think you may want to help your Mr. Grammercy with it."
Fortunately, we were at my job and I hopped out thanking him for the ride.
"Think about what I said son. Trust me. I could make things easier for you."
My mind wasn't on work that day for sure. I messed up the count in men's shirts and my boss yelled at me. All I could think about was what Mr. Grammercy did and what he told me. I wasn't like that. I wasn't that way. Regardless of what dad thought of me, I just didn't think I was a sissy.
So why did what Mr. Grammercy made me do make my little penis stiff?
I went through the motion at the laundromat that night and crawled into bed. My thoughts went back to the ride to work and I slept restlessly.
The next morning Mr. Grammercy again gave me a ride to work and again he placed my hand on his cock. I left it there but did nothing.
As the weather grew warmer, Mrs. Grammercy and I planted, weeded, and cleaned out a place for a small vegetable garden.
"johnnie, it's hot out here. Too hot for you to be wearing long pants. Why don't you go and put on some shorts?"
I explained to her that I didn't have any shorts and that I was alright.
"Nonsense. Come with me."
I followed her up to her bedroom and watched as she went to her chest of drawers and rummaged until she pulled out a red pair. "We're about the same size," she smiled. "See if these will fit you."
I tried to refuse but Mrs. Grammercy would have none of it. Swatting my bottom, she told me to go into the bathroom and slip them on.
Mrs. Grammercy is sweet and kind and I trust her. So I did what she wanted me to do.
They were tight when I buttoned up the sides and my boxer shorts stuck out the legs. When I showed Mrs. Grammercy, she went to another drawer and took out a pair of Mr. Grammercy's white briefs. Holding them up to my waist she chuckled, "These are way too big for you johnnie. Let me think."
She took a few seconds and looking me over made a decision. "You'll simply have to wear mine," she said handing me a pair of white bikini panties. "These will do and it will be our secret. Now hurry along johnnie. We have much to do."
I felt embarrassed but I knew in my heart that Mrs. Grammercy was trying her best to be kind. And I did trust her. I sighed and did as she told me.
If I said her panties didn't feel nice, I'd be lying. The fact that she had worn them, her pussy had been where my penis was now, excited me. This was as close to a pussy I'd ever been. I had to wait out my little boner. To rid myself of it, I thought of my dad. What would he think if he saw me? It worked and my little dick shriveled up where the little bump longer showed.
We went back to work on her gardens.
"You know johnnie, Mr. Grammercy and I never had children. You're like a son to us."
I didn't know what to say but thank you. She made me feel welcomed and happy. I liked her and trusted her.
When I wasn't at work, I tried to be helpful while trying my best to steer clear of Mr. Grammercy. Still, every day he'd offer to drive me to work and every day I'd end up with my hand on his privates. It became routine. So routine that I just accepted it and began to grab his penis as soon as we fastened our seat belts. That seemed to make him happy.
And me hard.
I think it was the way he used me, took pleasure from me without asking or reciprocating. There is something highly arousing being used by a superior person that excited me. I had no real desire to do anything with his cock but just the act of him wanting me to touch it, hold it, squeeze it, well, you had to be there.
One hot July Saturday, after we'd weeded and watered her gardens, Mrs. Grammercy thought it would be a grand idea of we caught some sun. "Let's change into swim suits and catch some rays johnnie," she said with enthusiasm.
I knew if I told her I had no swim suit what was going to happen. I was right.
She insisted I wear one of her two-piece swim suits. Handing me the black bottoms she told me that no one would know and not to fret.