My Grandpa changed my life more than I could have ever dreamed. He showed me a world that I never thought existed and then guided me on how to conquer it. He hadn't always been in my life, but his influence was the biggest thing in my life. Let me tell you the back story.
Growing up I only got to see my Grandpa, my mother's father, a handful of times. I asked her about it a couple of times, but she always had a cryptic answer about not approving of his life choices in some form or another. Over time my curiosity got the best of me and when I finally got a cell phone at 16 I began to text back and forth with him.
To say he had a different outlook on life was an understatement. He opened my mind to the possibility of things that my mother would never have told me about. I got curious and began asking my father questions on the same subject only to discover that he was of the same opinion as my mother. Over a couple of years, it began to put a strain on my relationship with them.
For me, I was drawn to my Grandpa's storied of sowing his oats instead of my parents' view of a single companion. Their view seemed so dated compared to Grandpa's. I began to identify more and more with him and it showed in my string of girlfriends.
I was the classic tall, dark, and handsome type. In addition to that, I was involved with many sports which kept me in good shape. The result was that I had the pick of the litter so to speak, except for a couple of goody two shoes that had no trouble showing their disdain for me. Chief among them was Constance Collias. She was destined to be the valedictorian, but she also had the sexiest body in school. She about 5' 3" tall, 38-27-39, and perky C cup tits that were so close to being D's that there was pool going on when it would happen. On top of all of that she had a medium olive complexion like was from the Mediterranean, long straight black hair, and an ass that caused more than one boy to fall down while glancing over his shoulder. I had given up on her though as she had made it clear there was no chance.
While getting girls was easy keeping them was not. I wouldn't say I got bored with them, but more that I wanted more than one could offer me. Maybe it was chauvinistic of me to think I needed more than one girl to be satisfied, but that was the way I felt. I tried to convince them that me seeing more than just them wasn't a bad thing. That is gave them a break to have their own time and removed the pressure to provide what the other one did. They never saw it this way though and after trying to woo me to stay would eventually give up and move on. I enjoyed many a blowjob because of this cycle and began to look forward to when they became desperate to keep me.
My parents took a very dim view of this and threatened to put me out of the house when I turned 18. I discussed this with Grandpa who seemed to not really sympathize. He would counsel me that I needed to make up my mind about the kind of life that I wanted to live and that I needed to realize that choices have consequences, but that to truly be a man it was up to me make the decision. I had been hoping he would say to come to live with him until I graduated school in a couple of months, but that offer was never made.
My 18th birthday was on a Friday. When I got home from school they asked me to sit down for a talk. They laid out their disapproval of my life choices and how it disappointed them. Finally, they gave me the ultimatum they been threating. I had to choose to live by their rules or get out. This made me so mad that I stormed out without even saying anything. If I had taken a movement to consider my limited options I would most likely have caved to stay in the house. To be honest I was only a couple of blocks away when the idea to go back to ask for forgiveness entered my mind.
I was turning around when a long black limo pulled up next to me. The window rolled down and the driver asked, "Would you happen to be Joseph Tyler?"
I stopped and looked at him, "I am. Who are you?"
He smiled, "Your Grandfather Charles Pointer sent me to pick you up."
I was confused, "You must be mistaken."
Now he looked confused, "I don't think so. He sent me here and told me to keep an eye out for someone matching your description walking away from," he picked up a sheet of paper, "15278 Alice Street." He laid the paper down, "From everything I have been told you're the Joseph Tyler I was sent to pick up."
I was blown away, "Well that's all correct, but let me call him to double check." I reached in my pocket to find no phone. Shit. I must have left it at the house. Now I would have to go back.
"Here." The driver offered me a phone.
"Thank you," I replied as I took the phone. I dialed the number from memory and waited.
"Hello?" The voice on the other end was familiar from the few times I met him so I knew it was him.
I had some wonder in my voice, "Grandpa?"
He laughed, "I have told you many times to call me Charles." He laughed some more, "Anyway, are you with the driver?'
I nodded, "Yes, but I'm a bit surprised. I wasn't expecting this."
He cleared his throat, "I know you weren't, but that's the way it had to be. I had to know that you were willing to let your convictions lead you and not a helping hand. Your parents will always try to steer you with that hand, but a man must be strong enough to make his own way. Now that I know that you have that kind of conviction I can help you without fear of thinking I had tricked you."
I was dumbfounded.
He continued, "Get in the car and come to see me. I have told you about the life I live and now I want to pass it along to you." The line went dead.
I stood there for several moments then went to hand the phone back.
The driver held up his hand, "You Grandfather sent that for you." He smiled a bit, "Guess he thought you would need it."
I chuckled, "Seems like a couple steps ahead of me."
The driver's eyes widened a bit, "You have no idea." He put the car in park and got out to open my door.
I was not accustomed to this. As I slid in I said, "Thank you."
He nodded, "No problem, Sir."