Grandfather Gets A Hardon

The following story is essentially true. The events happened pretty much as described, though I have embellished some of the details – after all, this occurred when I was very young, and I can’t remember everything precisely as it happened.

Names have been changed where needed.

A few months after my grandfather and I had started having sex, he introduced me to a friend of his. On Sundays we all piled into my mother’s station wagon and went to church out in the country, a rather large church I thought at the time. There was a lower level, a basement of sorts, though most of it was above ground, so all the basement rooms actually had windows. There was a large set of stairs outside going up to the front door and the main auditorium, and inside there were stairs down to the basement rooms.

My grandfather was a deacon, and every other Sunday he, along with another deacon, would take up the collection on Sunday morning, then take it downstairs to one of the empty basement Sunday school rooms to count it. Usually he and the same deacon worked together, and another pair took the collection on Sunday evening, and another pair during the weeknight service. There were about a dozen deacons, so each group of six swapped off every other week.

One morning, after they had taken up the collection, my grandfather asked if I would like to go downstairs with him and watch as he and his partner counted it. Proud to have been asked to go along for such an important duty, and not even eight years old yet, I followed the two men downstairs as they went to the counting room.

They closed the door to the classroom and locked it, and made sure the curtains were pulled across the window, precautions I am sure they took for security because of the money in the collection. My grandfather took me aside and told me to do whatever his friend asked, that he was going to count the money while we ‘played’.

I knew what my grandfather meant by playing, and turned to see the other man had already unzipped his trousers and unbuckled his belt. He lowered his trousers and stepped out of them, folding them neatly over a table top, then pulled his cock from his boxers. I didn’t need any further instruction, and as the man sat into a chair, I dropped to my knees in front of him and began to service his cock.

Unlike my grandfather, this man was able to get a full erection, but the difference as far as I was concerned as I sucked his cock was almost negligible. I didn’t have to hold his cock up to support it as I sucked it, so I was able to stroke his cock with one hand while my other hand played with his balls through his boxers.
Soon I had my head bobbing up and down as I sucked his cock, and he leaned back in the chair groaning. After a few minutes he grasped the back of my head and pushed my mouth down on his cock, hard, and I almost gagged, but he let off in time. Then I got the biggest surprise – unlike my grandfather, whose cum simply seeped out as I sucked him, the man actually spurted his cum out into my mouth, into the back of my throat, and I had to work hard to swallow the cum. I wasn’t used to it all coming that hard and fast, all at once, and I couldn’t swallow it all fast enough, and some dribbled out of my mouth and onto my chin. I continued sucking and licking as much of his cum as I could off his cock as it gradually went limp, and as I pulled my lips off his cock he wiped his cum off my chin with his handkerchief.

My grandfather had finished counting the collection by then, and as his friend put his trousers back on, grandfather unfastened his trousers and let them drop down around his ankles as he took his place sitting on the chair. I took his cock out of his boxers myself, and immediately started sucking him as the other man watched. He commented that he wished his grandson would do that for him, as my head bobbed up and down on my grandfather’s cock and I stroked the shaft. Once my grandfather was satisfied, he wiped his cock off with a handkerchief and pulled his trousers back up, and dusted off the knees of my trousers, and we all headed back upstairs.

Two Sundays later, my grandfather and the same deacon friend were in charge of the collection again, and we repeated our session. This became the pattern for almost a year, whenever my grandfather and his deacon friend took up the collection, except for once when my grandfather took up the collection with someone else. I learned that men normally got completely erect during sex, like the other deacon, and their cum usually spurted out, as his did, and found out that my grandfather had a problem with his erection and couldn’t seem to get a normal erection anymore. It didn’t matter to me, though; I loved sucking his cock just as much as I always had.

The next spring, about the time I got out of school for the summer, there was some sort of falling out at the church, and several members, including my grandparents, left the congregation. Shortly after that, my mother decided to move about an hour and a half away from my grandparents, close to her younger sister and her family.

Even after we moved, almost every weekend we would make the drive to my grandparents’ house and spend the weekend. The summer before, after we had moved to the house just up the street, I would have me stay over at my grandparents’ house a couple of nights a week, and my grandfather had become so brazen that he would take me to his bed, in the bedroom he and my grandmother shared, though they slept in separate beds. Now my mother slept in the back bedroom, separated by only a cloth curtain from my grandparents’ bedroom, and my younger brothers and I slept on the floor in the living room of the small house. The only time I had alone with my grandfather was when everyone else went shopping on Saturdays, and since they were no longer going to church, there were no more sessions in the church basement.