Inspired by Danny
Without doubt, my favourite activity, or rather inactivity, during those long school holidays in the summer, was to relax in my hammock and catch some rays. Every hour or so, Mom would bring me a long iced drink to quench my thirst. It sure was a great life. It was on such a day a couple of years ago that it all began.
I lay on my front with my arms overhanging either side of the hammock. The sun on my back always gave me a raging hardon. Although in those days everything gave me a raging hardon. I was thinking about Mrs Denman, my English teacher at school. I wondered if she realized the effect that her short skirts had upon her male pupils. I determined after some contemplation that she new exactly what she was doing, the teasing bitch. As I thought about what I'd like to do to her, my right hand moved into my shorts and I began to pull on my dick. But after just a minute or two I heard the sound of ice tinkling in a glass coming towards me and cursed Mom's timing.
'Just leave it on the table thanks Mom' I said without looking up. 'You treat your Mom like a slave, you naughty young man' came the reply. I was surprised by the voice and turned my head to see that it was my paternal Grandmother who had brought me the drink. I hadn't realized that she had popped around, and from this part of the back yard I could neither see nor hear anything of the house. She said that Mom had just gone to the supermarket and that she had asked Grandmother to bring me the drink.
We spent a couple minutes on the usual small talk before Grandmother asked me if I would like some more suntan oil on my back. Before I could say no, I felt the cold splosh of liquid fall onto my skin. Grandmother massaged the oil over my shoulders at first and then moved down my back. Her hands were soft and I began daydreaming again that it was Mrs Denman doing this to me. Grandmother remarked on what an athletic body I had as her hands moved down lower towards the waistband of my shorts. At one point I could have sworn I felt her nails digging into my hips, but at that time I couldn't tell whether it was real or in my dream. Abruptly, Grandmother ordered me to turn over so that she could do my front. I couldn't do that because of the tent pole that was in my shorts. I pleaded with her that I was OK on my front side, but she was having none of it. The only thing I could do was to wedge the head of my dick against the elastic waistband. I fumbled around as inconspicuously as possible to try and get it done. Eventually I had no choice but to turn over onto my back.
I bent my knees up so that I could keep my tool as flat as possible in my shorts, and was relieved to see that the bulge was not as big as I had feared. Grandmother took hold of the oil bottle and slowly poured a stream onto my chest, down over my stomach and let a few drops drizzle just above the waistband of my shorts. I twitched as the cold liquid hit my skin and was horrified to see the tip of my knob staring at me. I was sure Grandmother couldn't see it from her position and prayed for it to disappear. I tried not to think of anything sexy, but as Grandmother's soft, wrinkled hands started to roam over my body, I felt my dick start to throb. It wasn't that Grandmother was a real beauty, but I suppose that at that age any woman's hands are a turn on. I noticed that Grandmother looked a little funny too. She was licking her lips as she rubbed at my chest and spent more time than required, I thought, around my nipples. As she moved over my stomach she remarked on how hard it felt. I explained that it was all down to my daily twenty lengths in the pool. As Grandmother's hands went lower, I began to squirm a little to try and keep my dick under control. But it was no good. I was so turned on that it just popped out, all eight inches of it. I knew how long it was because at that age, size is one of the things that count.
I became all embarrassed and sat up on my elbows to offer Grandmother an apology. 'If you're going to leave it out in the sun', Grandmother began, ' I'd better rub some oil on it so that it doesn't burn' With that, Grandmother poured a few drops onto my shaft. It twitched as the liquid touched the taught hard skin. I could hardly believe what was happening. Grandmother lowered her right hand towards my groin. At last I felt her touch on my prick. She rubbed it back and forth with her palm like it was a rolling pin. At the same time, she used the flat of her thumb to make circular motions over the slit at the end of my dick. The feelings of pleasure were excruciating. She had only been touching it like this for about thirty seconds, maybe less, when I felt the juice start to come from my balls. I tried to stop myself from cumming, out of sheer embarrassment, but to no avail. My body tensed up as a jet of white goo shot up and formed itself into a deep pool around my navel.
I lay back on the hammock and apologized to Grandmother for allowing myself to do such a thing and asked her not to tell my folks and to please forgive me. As she put my now limp dick back into my shorts, she said that she was flattered that an old lady could still do that to a virile young man and that I shouldn't worry. Grandmother then asked me if I had a handkerchief to mop up my cum. I explained that I didn't. She said I couldn't go in the house like that in case Mom was back and saw me, and it couldn't be rubbed into my skin because of all the oil that was on me. There was only one thing for it she said, and I sat up in amazement as I watched Grandmother bend her head to my stomach. She gripped my hips with her long red nails and poked her tongue out to sample my white cum lake. Grandmother looked into my eyes as she greedily slurped up my juice like a cat at a saucer of milk. I felt her nails dig into me as she swallowed my cum and then licked at me some more. At last it was all gone. As Grandmother raised her head, a strand of my love juice pulled from my belly to her mouth like a delicate spider's thread. She scooped it up with her finger and put it in her mouth. The look on her face as she swallowed that last drop was one of pure lust. 'I'd forgotten just how good a young man tastes' she said.
My breathing returned to normal just as we heard Mom call from the house. Grandmother started to leave but as she did she turned to face me. 'Your Grandfather and some of his buddies are going on an all night fishing trip tomorrow. I wondered if you'd maybe like to come and spend some time with me, Danny?'. It took no time at all to make up my mind and I told Grandmother that I would like that very much. 'Good', she began, ' make sure you get plenty of sleep tonight, you won't be getting any tomorrow. Oh and please make sure you shave for me' I felt my cheeks and thought they were pretty smooth anyway. 'Not there', Grandmother said,' I like a man to have a smooth dick and balls. See you at seven tomorrow'
That night, Mom and Dad seemed surprised that I'd offered to spend the night at Grandmother's house. But I passed it off as my good deed for the week. Later, in bed, I pulled myself off a couple of times, wondering what was in store for me. Grandmother's hands were the first apart from my own to touch me and I thought I have probably found myself a good teacher.