He took me to a small house, a few streets from where he lived, and the door was answered by a smiling, middle-aged woman, who gave me a hug and said,...“Welcome young man, you must be the stud your grandpa told me about!”My grandpa chuckled and said, I told her I’d bring her a young hard cock to enjoy, she’s only had my tired old one over the last few years”I realized that they must have hooked up for regular sex, although she seemed a bit younger than him – almost my mother’s age group.She took. So there we were, two drunk teenager but naked jerking off beside each other watching some porn. As we continued to jerk i couldn't help but watch him stroke his cock. All i wanted to do was touch it. Eventually he looked over and noticed i was staring at his dick. He then asked me if i had ever done this before with other guys. I told him i had but we always had blankets over ourselves, never naked out in the open like this. he asked how i liked it this way, i said it was fine, was nervous to. " How do you figure?" I asked."Well, I'd never say it around no one," Moose replied in a low voice. "But obviously Gabe was starting to turn queer. I shoulda helped him. Found a girl for him. I coulda saved him." It's not your fault," I answered. "And I don't think he was gay." I mean no disrespect to his memory," said Moose. "And I'd never call him names in front of people -- never. But the make-up and the panties... what do you call that?" Transvestite," I answered."Same thing," Moose. ”“I love my new Partner ... Partner.”‘If this is luck - I hope my luck never runs out. If this is something that happens simply because I think about it, or wish it would happen, I need to really test my limits somehow. I’d love to be able to tell Capriana that we now have enough money to buy one of those huge estates I saw listed in the Sunday Paper. Hell Yeah! One has forty acres with a ten-foot brick wall around it and two entrance gates. Shit, here I go - from wishing I could get some pussy.