This is a work of fiction. Any relation to actual persons or places is purely coincidental. All persons depicted are over the age of 18. This story contains activities involving watersports, but they are broken out so you can skip over and won't miss anything important if it is a turn off for you.
"Hello?" Sam said as he answered his phone.
"Hey hun how are you?"
"I'm good mom, what's up?
"I just got home from seeing your grandfather. He said you haven't been there for a while. I think you should pay him a visit."
"Yeah, I've been really busy with work, I guess it has been a while. I'll go by this weekend."
"Ok great. I gotta go, love you."
"Love you too, bye."
Sam hung up his phone and kicked his feet up on his coffee table. It had been a while since he saw his grandfather, his mother was right. He planned to go by on Saturday morning, before his plans later that evening. His gay friends were hitting up a local gay bar, trying to get Sam laid. Sam was bicurious, he was interested in guys but never knew how to approach them. He hoped to change that this weekend with his friend's help.
Sam was a good looking and outgoing guy, but he didn't know how to hit on men. He was tall and slim, with short sandy brown hair and sparkling blue eyes. He was clean shaven on his face and his crotch, the only hair on his body was on top of his head and his underarms. Sam just needed a wing man to help him with the attractive young guys he was after.
When Saturday rolled around Sam got dressed and headed to his grandfather's retirement home. He checked in and had free roam as he walked through the halls. It had been a while since he'd been there but he thought he remembered the room number. He approached room 115 and knocked on it while slowly opening it and peering in.
"Hey, grandpa..."
Sam stopped in his tracks as he saw his grandfather with his pants off and another elderly gentleman on his knees in front of him with his dick in his mouth.
"Oh shit," Sam's grandfather muttered as he pushed the guy off him, "I thought you locked the door"
The other guy looked up and saw Sam and rolled his eyes saying, "Shit Dan, I guess I forgot."
Sam backed out of the room and closed the door. He couldn't believe what he just witnessed. He walked over and sat down on a nearby bench as thoughts raced through his head. He sat thinking to himself for a few minutes until the door opened and the strange man hobbled out. He avoided eye contact as he walked to the room next door and went inside. A moment later Dan appeared in the doorway and waved Sam in. Sam quickly moved across the floor and slipped inside.
"Hey, uh, sorry about that grandpa," Sam said, trying to keep it casual and move on.
"Ahh that old idiot can't even lock a door," Dan muttered as he retook his seat, this time with pants on.
"So uhh, what's new?" Sam asked as he took a seat across from Dan.
"Really, you're just gonna ignore what just happened?" Dan asked gruffly.
"Eh, yea. I was planning on it."
"I'm not gay you know."
"Oh. I know. Don't worry, I'm gonna say anything to anyone."
"Yea. It's just hard for a lot of the guys around here. Lot of the women here lost their sex drives a long time ago. So... Some of the guys help each other out." Dan explained before reiterating, "but we're not gay.
Sam was a bit thrown off from his explanation but it made sense in a way. A lot of horny guys living together with no interested women, it was bound to happen. Sam actually envied it somewhat. He would have been able to hook up with a guy a lot earlier if his situation was like this.
"I get it. It makes sense."
As Sam looked at his grandfather he couldn't help but think back to his dick. It was only for a moment, but that was the first time he'd seen another dick before. He couldn't help but get slightly turned on from the situation.
"Alright. So, anyway. What's goin on with you these days?"
Dan changed the subject and the two caught up a bit, an awkward air still floating about the room. After a half hour or so Sam figured it was time to go. He did after all, interrupt Dan mid blowjob, and he knew what it was like to get stuck with blue balls.
"I'll see you later grandpa," Sam said as he departed the room.
"Yeah buh-bye, next time call first huh?"
Sam closed the door and shook his head, still processing what he had seen. He started to walk back towards the building's entrance when he stopped at room 114, the room the stranger had gone into. He thought he should apologize to the man for barging in on them so he knocked on the door.
"Come in!" Called a voice from inside.
Sam opened the door and stepped inside. The man was sitting on the side of his bed in a bathrobe, reading a book.
"Oh, it's you." He said with a look of concern.
Sam closed the door behind him and approached.
"Hey, yeah, I'm sorry about that earlier. My name's Sam, Dan is my grandfather. I was just visiting him."
"Oh. Well it's alright. Did he, uh... Explain it to you?"
"Yeah, yeah. He did. I get it and don't worry about it."
"Ok good," he said as he dropped his book and pushed himself to his feet. He outstretched his hand to Sam saying, "I'm Robert. I've lived next to Dan for the last two years."