This story ran a little long so I've broken it up into parts.
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This was a whole new experience in this summer of 1993, because while I had been sent to spend the summer with my Grandma every year since Grandpa died four years ago, things had changed around the old farmhouse.
Grandma had a boyfriend, and I know that the term sounds funny when you attach it to a man that was in his mid-sixties like my grandmother, but that's what he was. My mother didn't know about it and I think that was because Grandma was embarrassed about it. I don't think that I would have been shipped out here had they known about him.
The purpose of me being out there was to do chores and help Grandma out, because even though the farm was no longer a real working farm like it had been, there were still things that needed doing. I never minded coming out because I loved Grandma, but things had changed.
Now there was Nick in my life, and being stuck out here for four weeks before college began would strain our already tenuous relationship even more. Nick was not going to be celibate that whole month, and by the time I got back I would have been replaced.
It would be no surprise, since he pretty much came out and said it, but it would still hurt to be dumped. While I had messed around with guys before, Nick was the first man who I had fallen for. The only other men I had experienced had been older guys who had used me like I used them.
So when Grandma's boyfriend showed up after my Mom had dropped me off, it made for an awkward situation. Grandma didn't want her daughter to know she was in a relationship with a man, but there was no way to hide him from me. He didn't actually live there, but I sensed he spent a lot of time at Grandma's judging by the amount of his stuff in the spare bedroom I used to use.
"This is really a nicer room," Grandma had explained to me when she showed me my new sleeping quarters, a room at the other end of the house that had been empty for years.
"I would appreciate you not telling your Mom about Ted," Grandma had said to me after showing me my new room. "I'm going to tell her eventually, but I thought I would wait for a while. She might get upset, but Ted's really a nice man. You'll like him, and if we're still seeing each other come the holidays, I'll introduce him to the family."
That was fine by me, although if it was up to me I would have gone back home and spent the summer with Nick's cock down my throat instead of being stuck out here in the middle of nowhere where I was no longer really needed. Instead, I was helping Grandma keep a secret that I thought was silly for her to have, given her age and the amount of time she had been alone since Grandpa passed.
I went along with it though, not only because I loved Grandma, but because her boyfriend seemed like a nice guy. He was about 6' tall and very solidly built for an old guy. Ted had mostly grey hair and I guess in a way he looked a little like Paul Newman, or so my Grandma mentioned when she spoke about him.
He was also, at least during that first day I was there, very touchy-feely. Ted was always patting me on the back or the shoulder whenever we passed each other. I was out in the back bringing out a sack of topsoil for Grandma, and after I set it down he came over and squeezed my bicep.
"You must be a lot stronger than you look," Ted commented after checking out my muscle, and that was true because he was able to put his thumb and index finger almost all the way around my bicep, and then he slid his thumb up further.
"Say Jeremy," he exclaimed while rubbing his thumb in my armpit. "Got a little hair under your arms already I see."
I squirmed away giggling, wondering what he had expected. I mean, it wasn't like I was a kid, I was 18, even if I didn't look it.
After he left I shook my head, more than a bit embarrassed but not only because I had a scrawny build. My dick actually tingled after Ted touched me, a sure sign that I was missing Nick already, and I suspected that this was going to be a long month of jacking off in the shower if my Grandma's boyfriend merely touching me had that effect.
After dinner that night, I took a shower, enjoying the fact that I had my own bathroom at that end of the house. That meant not having to share the other one with Grandma any longer, and just like I had predicted I got myself off. When I came I was mostly thinking about Nick, but there was a bit of it inspired by Ted. I guessed that to be inspired by Ted's arms. They were muscular in a wiry way, and covered with grey hair so thickly it obscured a couple of old tattoos beneath.
I started think about whether Ted and my Grandma did it, although that seemed far-fetched. When I pictured that scenario, it wasn't Grandma I visualized. It was Ted and those arms. Maybe it was because Ted's arms were like those of that man at the library, who insisted on giving me a ride home when it closed. That was a ten minute trip that took over an hour, but getting my first blow-job was worth it.
I made sure my spunk made it down the drain before stepping out of the shower, and after drying I put on my robe and ducked into my room. The living room was dark, so I guessed that Ted had gone home and Grandma had turned in just like she said she would went I had said goodnight.
After I put my pajama bottoms on I went out to the kitchen to get a drink, but before I went back to my room I heard some noise down at the other end of the hall. Since I had nothing to do and was nosy by nature, I went down to see what it was.
Part of my job before was to make sure that if Grandma had any need for assistance, like being ill or falling down, Mom had always told me to keep an eye out for Grandma just in case something didn't sound right. That had never been necessary because while Grandma was petite and in her mid sixties, she was as healthy as I was.
As I neared Grandma's bedroom door I stifled a giggle because on the other side of that door both of my earlier questions were being answered. Ted had definitely NOT gone home, and as for whether they did it or not at their age, the answer was a loud yes.
"Damn," I sighed as I heard Grandma sounding like she was trying to be quiet, her little yips barely audible over the grunts of Ted and the bumping of the bed against the wall.
I felt pathetic standing there with my hand in my pajamas, pulling on my dick as I leaned against the wood while straining to hear the guy pounding my Grandma into the headboard. If I hadn't cum a few minutes earlier I would have got myself off again by the time they finished, the end punctuated by a loud groan that had to belong to Ted.
Taking my cue, I hightailed it back to my room. Even though I was giggling after I got to bed, the fact was that I thought it was exciting to be listening to them like that.
Take that Nick, I thought as I slipped under the sheets. You're probably getting your dick sucked by that new kid that just moved next door to you, but I'm getting turned on by listening to senior citizens screwing.
One thing was for sure. This was going to be a long summer.
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It was tough seeing my Grandma and her boyfriend the next morning and not thinking of them grunting and groaning the night before, but luckily they went shopping so I saw little of them. Before they went into town Grandma pulled me aside and asked me a question.
"Jeremy," Grandma said, her hands clutching each other as she looked at my shyly. "Sometimes Ted - he doesn't drive home at night if he's had a couple of beers. I hope that doesn't offend you."
I assured that it was her house and her business. Besides, I was happy that she had made a friend like that because I knew how lonely it was for her these last few years without Grandpa.
"I know I'm an old fuddy-duddy, because things have changed and all, what with hippies and free-love and things," Grandma declared, and I nodded although hippies were ancient history in 1993.
"I'm happy that you're happy," I told her, and it was true that she seemed to be more sprightly these days. "You sure seem it."
"Oh, I sure am," she said with her eyes twinkling. "Ted's not your Grandpa, rest his soul, but he's a good man."
