Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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The day after his nineteenth birthday my grandson, Brandon came home early from his college class.
About an hour earlier I had serviced one of my regulars with both my mouth and ass.
I took a shower, put a light robe on and proceeded to my home bar. I poured me a three finger shot of Jack Daniel's in a glass.
I was sitting on the porch bench swing sipping on my drink when Brandon came in.
He saw me on the patio and came to where I was sitting.
"Hi Ray," (both he and his mother Myia call me by name rather than dad or granddad).
"Hi Brandon," I responded, "you are home early are you not?"
"Yeah," Brandon replied, "let me go take a shower then I will join you for a drink."
Brandon and his mother moved in with me when he was a small boy. Myia, his mother, married again about four years ago and she and her husband Tom live in a townhouse about five miles from me. Brandon has a room there but he stays with me most of the time. Brandon had opted to stay with me as it has been his home since he was a small boy.
About thirty minutes later he came back out to the patio. He was wearing a robe and had a glass of Tequila and orange juice in his hand.
He sat on the swing beside me and sipped his drink. He was silent except for clearing his throat a few times.
I waited for him to say something and when I realized that he was having trouble forming his thoughts I asked, "Is something bothering you?"
He remained silent for a bit so I broke the silence. "You haven't messed up and got a girl pregnant have you?"
He laughed slightly and replied, "No, far from that, I like guys."
"Then you believe that you are gay?" I asked, "How well do you like guys? Have you been sexually active with them?"
"Well ... yes", Brandon responded.
"How long have you been sexually active?" I asked
"For awhile now," he said.
"I see always with the same person?'
"No I have three friends that I play with and there is a man that lives close to the college where we sometimes stop on the way home."
Silence permeated the air for a few minutes while we sipped on our drinks. My mind was busy contemplating on how best to pursue this subject.
"Have you ever been with a girl?" I asked, "Kissed one, felt one up?"
"Well yeah, I dated a couple of girls but when we started kissing and sort of making out it just did not feel right," he replied, "But when I am with a guy it feels like it is right."
"I see nothing wrong with you being gay," I responded. "But I do think you should try having sex with a woman before you decide that you are. You may find that although you like having sex with men, you also enjoy having sex with women as well. I am bisexual and sexually enjoy both women and men."
I continued, "Does Myia know that you think you are gay?"
