Grandpas gift for my birthday

I had been living with my grandpa since I was little. Now he was taking time to teach me all about sex.

I can hardly remember my parents. They were involved in a fatal car crash when I was only 3 years old. My grandparents took me in and raised me after that day. Grandma was a very jolly woman and I quickly learned to love her dearly. She was my mom's mom and had no experience with raising a boy but she did everything to make my childhood experiences very positive.
She died suddenly when I was 12. I was heartbroken but having my grandpa to comfort me was a blessing. My grandpa was always there to help me with life and I dearly loved him.
Over the next couple of years there were days when it was particularly difficult for me so grandpa would step in to offer a hug and a snuggle. I was always fond of him and how he always smelled of pipe tobacco. Even though he rarely smoked anymore since grandma passed.

After I turned 13, it was time for me to help out around our small farm. Grandpa had a couple of cows for milk and some chickens. It became my "job" to muck the stalls and feed the chickens while grandpa focused on the gardens. We always had fresh vegetable for our meals.

One night after dinner we had retired to the living room to watch a movie together. As always, I would sit beside grandpa on the couch and snuggle into his armpit to watch tv. He would wrap his arm around me making me feel warm and safe. While we were watching the movie, a scene came up with some mild sex scenes. I was curious and asked grandpa about what was going on. He seemed a bit cautious about explaining what was going on but did his best to explain that when two people love each other, sex was part of what took place
I thought about that for a few minutes then asked grandpa about that. I asked him about him and I and how we both loved each other and if sex was something that we would do with each other.
He didn't answer for a while. Then he told me that he did love me and that he would tell me more when I got older. I was just over 13 and had heard lots of stories while at school about sex. With boys and girls and even with boys and boys and girls with girls. I was very interested in learning more but as grandpa insisted, I was too young.

As the year went by I began thinking more and more about sex and started playing with my cock every chance I got. In my dreams I would imagine having sex with my grandpa and even had some sex fantasies about a couple of his friends that dropped by every once in a while. One of his friends was named Gerald. He was about the same age as grandpa but he was a bit taller. To me he was very nice and friendly and I would often imagine what the bulge in his crotch consisted of but I was never able to catch a glimpse of anything. Grandpas other friend, Wendell was the same height as grandpa but he was, as grandpa would say, pleasingly plump. To me he looked like I wanted to run up and hug him. He was so very attractive.

But most of my fantasies involved my grandpa. He was well tanned from the sun and even though he always wore a hat when outside, even his bald head was brown. He had big brown expressive eyes and always smiling.

One day while I was in the barn I decided that it was a good time for a little wanking of my cock. I had yet to achieve an orgasm and really didn't know what that was. I had pulled my shorts down and let them settle onto the floor while I found a nice place to recline and enjoy a good rub. I was still playing with myself and didn't hear grandpa enter the barn. With my eyes closed an thinking about how sexy grandpa looked, I suddenly became aware of grandpa standing in front of me. I opened my eyes and froze in horror. A thousand thoughts were running through my mind but grandpa brought me out of my trance when he spoke. He told me that it was okay and not to be embarrassed.

"I see you have figured out a few things about sex" he said. He sat down with me and we had a nice long conversation about what I was doing and how it was normal and wonderful.

From that day and going forward things changed a lot. Our relationship changed forever on that sunny afternoon.
I would turn 14 in 6 months. Grandpa insisted that we respect each other until then but he did promise me that he would teach me the joys of sex. We talked about what each other liked and I told him about having feelings for him and his friends, Gerald and Wendell. As expected, grandpa told me that it was ok to feel that way. Some folks are just different he would say. As for his friends, grandpa told me that they also felt the same way.
Having been told that Gerald and Wendell felt the same way, my cock playing days were now filled with fantasies of all three men. I couldn't wait for my 14th birthday. I was a lot more careful now when playing with my cock.

A few days after our conversation, I was in the barn but I could see my grandpa in the field. He was a bit of a ways away but I could clearly see his backside as he tended some weeding. My mind was full of expectations of seeing him naked while I played with my cock. Only, this day something else was going on with my cock. I began feeling a hot, sort of burning sensation deep inside and seemingly connecting my cock to my balls. The more I stroked my cock the stronger it felt. And it started to feel like there was something happening. Not like I needed to pee but something similar but more urgent. Then without warning the feeling overwhelmed me and the sensation filled my cock completely and my cock suddenly burst forward with a jet stream of cum. I could feel my cock pulsing as I cum for my first time. The first burst of cum shot across the room and splashed against the barn wall 6 feet away. There were more shots but they didn't go as far. The feeling finally subsided and my cock finally stropped throbbing. There was cum everywhere. Some of it was pouring out of my cock and onto my hand. I couldn't resist having a taste of it. I think that was when I fell in love with the taste of cum.

I cleaned myself up and put my cock back in my shorts. While I was putting it away the thought of what had just happened was making my cock begin to get hard again. But I had work to do and I had to get it done. But for the rest of the afternoon, it was all I could thing of and I knew I would be jacking of again as soon as I could. That intense feeling was something I had to experience again.

I couldn't wait to tell Grandpa about what had happened. I hope he would be understanding and not angry. Maybe I would have to think about telling him for a while.

Part 1 of my story. In part two, my long awaited journey to turning 14 and a promise that grandpa made me. Now that I knew how to cum, I couldn't wait to hear about sex.