Grandfather’s Boy Toy

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 much younger, and I can’t remember everything precisely as it happened.

Names have been changed where needed.

My parents separated just before I turned seven years old, and my mother loaded my two younger brothers and me into our old station wagon and took us several states away to be closer to her parents. It was near the beginning of the summer of 1963, just after I finished first grade, and for the first few weeks we stayed with my grandparents, until my mother could find a job and put together enough to rent a house right up the street from them.

In the evenings, when things settled down, my mother and grandmother would usually sit out on the front porch after dinner, while my two younger brothers and I were still running around out in the yard playing. My grandfather would usually sit out on the porch with them, whittling on a piece of cedar, but around the time my mother and grandmother put my two younger brothers to bed, sometimes he would sit in his car and listen to a baseball game on the car radio. I was usually allowed to stay up a bit later, but it got pretty boring sitting around inside the house with my mother and grandmother, so I began to go outside and sit in the car with my grandfather, listening to the games.

I wasn’t really all that interested in the games, but I loved being with my grandfather, and usually managed to keep quiet while he listened to the game. Eventually, bored, I would get sleepy, and begin to drop off to sleep, and my grandfather would have me stretch out on the bench seat beside him and put my head in his lap, and I would fall asleep until the game was over and he woke me up to go inside and go to bed.

One evening, I was asleep with my head on his lap, and I woke up to feel him moving around. I looked around, and saw he had his trousers open and was playing with his cock, just inches from my head. He saw me look around, and it startled him, but he didn’t try to put his cock back in his trousers, he just stopped stroking it and looked at me for a few seconds. He asked if I had ever seen a man’s cock before, and I said no, forgetting that I had seen my father peeing a time or two, but never seen him up close.

I started to sit up, but my grandfather stopped me and said I could stay there and take a closer look if I wanted. Curious, I got as close as I could to see it in the dim light, and I could see it appeared a bit slick and wet at the tip. My grandfather told me he was just playing with himself a bit, that all men did it, and asked me if I had ever played with myself.