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A Summer with Gramps - Ch. 1 Breaking the Ice

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by Sean Norwood Before we get into this it's going to be necessary to give you just a little background on myself and my family. I am a third generation nudist. Both my mother and father were raised in nudist families. From the time my younger brother and I were out of diapers we were naked whenever possible. When I say that we were nudists I don't just mean that we ran around the house naked. That we did, but we were members of a large nudist club. However since we lived in Ohio we only had about 2 and half months or so to enjoy the delights of the club. Of course we were taught from an early age that being naked was only ok with the family and certain friends. That there were people who just did understand this way of living and we were to keep our clothes on when they were around. Naturally we were taught that what we did in our home was not to be discussed with just anyone. When we were little kids there were the inevitable accidents of course when either my brother or I would turn up bare assed at the worst possible moment. We were also raised in what some would call avant garde, to some bohemian and others an unconventional atmosphere. But to us it was natural and fun. My brother and I were raised just as our parents had been to never be ashamed of our bodies or any of their natural functions. There were never any problems with either of us having an errection in front of other family members. It was o.k. to fondle our genitals in front of the family and masturbation was accepted as natural and even encouraged. Just before I entered puberty my parents informed me that if either of them ever entered a room when I was masturbating that I did not have to stop what I was doing as I was doing nothing wrong. But this was to be considered acceptable behavior only in the immediate family circle. Our parents did not want to have any conflicts with the school systems in the manner they had chosen to raise their children so we attended what you could call progressive private schools until we reached college age.. We weren't rich. We were sort of just above middle middle class but well below upper middle class. The summer just after I turned 13 I was invited to spend the summer with my father's parents in Florida. My grandfather or "Gramps" as I called him was in his late fifties. He and my grandmother lived in a trailer in a large nudist park in Florida... a pre-Disney World Florida. Gramps was the maintenance manager for the park and his home was provided by the owners. Gramps and my Grandmother had been the first nudists in our family. Whenever we spent Christmas Holidays with them or they with us, Gramps always dressed up as Santa. His costume consisted of a red Santa hat, black boots topped with white fur and a fake beard..nothing else. Of course it didn't take my brother and I long to figure out who Santa was. Santa's dick looked just like the one Gramps had..same balls too. Gramps and I were a lot alike, physically and in personality. Physically we were so much alike that when we were naked and stood side by side I looked like a miniature version of him. We were both stocky, not really fat but definitely chubby. Not only were our faces alike but every dimpled, love handles and of course our dicks and balls looked they same. Until I got older my genitals were just a little smaller. Gramps was my hero and he and I were very close. Dad was more slender built and somewhat reserved in personality. We got along well but we had never been really close. We did look something alike but nothing like Gramps and I. I have a picture of Gramps and I standing by the pool at his place. We're both naked and our backs are to the camera. I'm about 11 or 12 in the picture and my head just barely comes up to his shoulder, maybe about an inch below it. My Mom used to call the picture 'the two moons...full and new.' It's in a frame on my desk. So.......... I had been invited to spend the summer with my grandparents in Florida at the nudist park. That was in those days from June 14th up to Labor Day in September. That meant except for occasional sight seeing trips, excursions to town and going out to a movie that I would get to run around bare assed naked for almost 3 months. I couldn't wait. Tad, my younger brother, wasn't going along. It wasn't that he hadn't been invited but he had made previous plans to spend the summer at Nudist Youth Camp with a close friend who had moved to Pennsylvania the year before. All of our friends were pretty much nudists we had met at the club. Neither of us liked having to always explain why we didn't have tan lines etc. I took a Greyhound Bus down to Florida which was pretty much an adventure in itself and took forever. Gramps and Granuh (that was what Tad had called our Grandmother when he was little and it had stuck) met me at the bus station and we drove over to the nudist park where they lived and worked. Granuh worked in the park's office. I had most of my clothes off as soon as Gramps drove onto the park grounds and the rest were off seconds after I got out of the car. From this point on, unless I state otherwise, everyone in the story should be visualized as being naked. After all this is taking place in a nudist park. After they had got undressed Granuh headed down to the park office and Gramps said that he wanted to have a talk with me. He and I went out to their patio. They lived in a large single width trailer. Double-wides were just starting to appear back then. Attached to the side of the trailer and running the length of it was a large screened in, covered patio with a concrete floor. This area was immense. It was almost twice as wide as the trailer itself. It was furnished with tables, chairs and lounges. They had air conditioning but still we spent a lot of time in the patio. In Florida these areas are commonly called 'Florida Rooms.' The patio was surrounded by bushes and could not be seen from the road. Gramps and I sat down in a couple of the chairs facing each other. He said that he just wanted to go over a few things and make sure I was going to be comfortable with the living arrangements while I was there. Basically what he told me was pretty much the way things were at home. We were three people living in a relatively small space and running around naked all the time. There would be some things we would see and nobody was to get upset or uptight about anything. He said that he knew teenage boys masturbated a lot and that was no big deal. Just like at home I was not expected to stop just because he or Granuh saw me. And that the same applied to them. He then told me that he masturbated a lot himself and so did Granuh. He explained that as they got older sexual activity in the usual manner had gotten difficult some of the time. There were ways to correct the problems but they were messy, bothersome and distracting. So he and Granuh had discovered that they liked masturbation both mutual and solo and oral sex just as well and maybe even better. He explained that at one time or another I would probably in one way or another see them while they were masturbating or doing something else and they would prefer not to make matters more awkward by stopping what they were doing and getting all embarrassed. He then wanted to know how I felt about this. Well......how did I feel about it? For starters it was just a little more extreme that I was use to at home but then the living space was a lot smaller and they were accustomed to living alone and doing as they pleased when they wanted and were. It wasn't anything I didn't know about, found offensive or couldn't adjust to and it did sound somewhat exciting. At home I didn't stop jacking off when Mom or Dad walked into the room but I always slowed down so that I wouldn't cum. Dad had walked in on me once just I was getting off. He had just stood there and watched me finish then asked what he wanted to know and left. Mom had once come in just after I had got my rocks off and had cum all over my belly she definitely could see the cum but didn't say anything about it. In her opinion it was perfectly normal expected behaviour. Of course I jacked off in front of Tad all the time. We shared a room with twin beds. He wasn't old enough to ejaculate yet but he like to hump his pillow while he watched me jerking off till he had a dry orgasm. What Gramps was telling me didn't scare or shock me it actually kind of excited me. As I said, Gramps was my hero. I was well aware of how much we looked alike. As I watched him sitting in the chair across from me it was like looking in a mirror and seeing myself as I would probably look one day. What I didn't know just then was how alike we were in other ways too. The whole time he had been talking to me I had been studying his body. I wondered how his dick looked when it got hard. Like mine? I had never seen him with a hard on though he had often seen me. To be quite frank I had visualized his naked body from time to time when I jacked off. So what he was suggesting was interesting.....more than interesting. I felt my dick starting to thicken with the thoughts I was having, what I was wanting to do ...and say but wasn't sure how to suggest it. I didn't really understand why but I knew I wanted to see Gramps beat his meat. And I wanted him to watch me do the same. "Well," Gramps said. "Do you have any problems with that? If it bothers you we can arrange something else." I shook my head to indicate "No." I want just the opposite. I tried to talk but was making a mess of it and my dick was getting harder. "Well," I began. "It sounds ok. It's sort of like home. But.. Well..what I mean is..that I think it might be best.....if ....well if we...." I wanted him to jump in and finish it for me. But no, he wanted me to say what I wanted without any prompting. My dick was now almost fully hard and actualy speaking for me. "What I guess I'm trying to say," I awkwardly continued. "Is that it's a little different than what I'm used to at home. But just a little," I hastily added. "I think I'd feel a little better if we had some way to start out....To sort of break the ice." My dick was now fully hard and sticking up between my legs. I made no attempt to hide it. I also took a quick look at Gramps' lap and his dick seemed noticeably larger than when we had started talking. Gramps wanted to know what I thought a good way to "break the ice" would be. He was going to make me say it. Even though I was sure he knew what I wanted he obviously wanted to make sure that I had said that "I" wanted to do it. So I did it. I said that I would feel more comfortable if he and I would jack off together. That way we would have both seen each other without an element of surprise. I wasn't sure if I was saying the right things. Maybe I had misunderstood what he meant and was making a big blunder. But no. He said he could understand that and asked if I wanted to do it now or a bit later. I said "No, let's do it now." I looked down at my dick and said, "After all, I think I'm fairly ready." Gramps just smiled and took hold of this thickening dick and began to slowly pull on it, up and down. In just a few strokes it reached its full size. I had already taken hold of my own throbbing member and was doing the same. I couldn't believe we were doing this. It was wild. The wildest thing I had ever done. Then something flashed into my head. "What if Granuh comes back before we finish?" I asked just a little nervously. The thought of my grandmother catching Gramps and I beating our meat kind of frightened me. But Gramps just smiled while he continued to stroke. "I wouldn't worry about that," he said. "She'd either watch, ignore us or join in. Most likely though she'd just ask if we're having a good time and go on about her business." I just sat there with my mouth open in amazement as I pulled on my dick. After a moment I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes. "Hey," I heard Gramps say. "Doesn't that defeat the purpose in doing this? Aren't we supposed to be watching each other? Open your eyes." I did. "Now look at me," he said. I did. I first looked at his face, into his eyes. He returned my gaze. After I a few moments I began to lower my eyes working down his body to his dick. First his hairy chest. Lots of hair, but not thick. It covered his tits which were round and full for their small size. Two tiny red nipples now errect peeked through the hair like tiny pink volcanos. The hair between the two small mounds was white but the rest was black. My chest was the same except for no hair. My small nipples just as erect. I moved my eyes on down to his belly, round and smooth. A small oval belly button (an innie) hair covering everything. Then at last were his pubes. Here he and I differed just a little. My pubis was covered with thick black hair. Gramps shaved his. No hair all around his dick and balls. He said it was too much like clothes. I had noticed a lot of the older nudist men did they same. Soon I would do it too. Everything he did, I did. Right now my eyes were on Gramps' hard dick as he pulled up and down on it. Here we were fairly evenly matched. We were both about 7 inches when hard. I knew that I was 6 1/2 because Tad and I often measured our dicks. "Slow down." I heard Gramps say. "If you keep going like that you'll cum way before I do. Do it the same way I do. Match my stokes." I slowed down and matched Gramps stroke for stroke. Up and down. Most of the time I kept my eyes on his dick and his were on mine. Up and down and up and down. I noticed a drop of moisture at the opening of his dick. Pre-cum, he was getting close. I had already had such a drop on mine for several minutes.A drop was all I ever got and apparetnly Gramps did the same. Naturally. Finally Gramps began to go faster and I kept up with him. I looked up at his face and saw that also like me when he got close to getting his rocks off the tip of his tongue poked out between his lips. Now we were going faster and faster. I didn't know where to look. His dick, his face, then my dick, then his, his belly, my dick, his tits, my dick, his dick, my tits, his dick. And then we both started to cum. Of course it was over so fast I'm not sure just what happened. I wasn't able to look at everything at once. I'd love to have a video of that session. I know he shot the first rope of cum up into the air and it landed between his chest and belly. I did the same. Often when I shot my rocks my first shot was like that. Then the rest poured down in waves over our dicks and hands and down to our balls. We pumped our dicks for a few stokes and then stopped and held them in our hands while we got our breath and the cum dripped and oozed from our balls to between our legs as it began thin and evaporate. Finally Gramps said, "Well, did that get the ice broken?" All I could manage in reply was a breathy, "Yeah." "Ok," Gramps said as he got to his feet. "Let's get cleaned up and go for a swim." I really wanted to jack off again and this time I wanted us to do it to each other. But saving that for later was probably a better idea. Besides a swim did sound good. .....to be continued in "Summer With Gramps Chapter 2 - With The Girls and Guys"