Chapter 1: What Better Way To Wake Up

‘I felt grandad’s wrist for a pulse. Just as I found one, he opened his eyes at my touch and grinned at me. ‘Don’t worry, I’m still here,’ he said. ‘All this lovely excitement is more likely to keep me going than seeing me off.’

‘Even so,’ I told him, ‘It must be tiring you. Why don’t you stay in bed a bit longer?’ ‘No,’ he said, ‘Not today. I’ve had breakfast with you every day since you’ve been here. I’m not going to miss it on such a momentous occasion as your very last day at school.’

‘I smiled, him showing how much he cared for me always made me feel so good. I helped him dress and we went downstairs. Over breakfast he told me, ‘You’re going out this morning as a schoolboy. You’ll return tonight as a man. I feel so proud of you, and I’m so glad I’m still here to see it.’

‘As I got up to go to school, we had our usual hug. I kept hold of him longer and told him, ‘Today I leave school with good reports and a job to go to. Most of that is down to the love and care you’ve given me these past four very happy years.’

‘He didn’t seem to be able to speak, but I noticed his eyes looked very wet. When I got home that night, he’d prepared a three-course meal for us. He had even managed to walk to the local shop to buy a bottle of wine for the occasion.’

‘His efforts had clearly exhausted him, so he reluctantly allowed me to finish it off and serve it. It was a lovely meal and with the help of the wine, it lasted for several hours. ‘During which we talked about all sorts of things.’

‘When we’d finished, grandad looked worn out, so I said, ‘Come on, let’s get you up to bed, you’re absolutely exhausted. The washing up will keep happily until tomorrow.’ I told him in response to his objections. He didn’t argue, and we went up to his bedroom.’

‘As I helped him strip off, even in his exhausted state, his cock still managed to grow. ‘No bath tonight,’ I told him, ‘You’re far too tired. We’ll save it until tomorrow.’ When I helped put his pyjamas on, I gave his cock a little stroke which seemed to liven him up a bit.’

‘I got him into bed, and then I started stripping off. He looked at me in delight. ‘What are you doing?’ he asked. ‘You’re too tired to do any firing tonight,’ I told him, ‘But at least you can go to sleep feeling excited.’ My cock was still soft.’

‘I went round to the other side of the bed and did something I’d never done with him before. I got into the bed under the covers with him. He turned to face me, and we hugged. ‘This is a lovely surprise.’ he told me. I reached down between us and slipped my hand inside his pyjama bottoms.’

‘His cock had softened a bit, but as I took hold of it, it started growing again. ‘Hold mine too.’ I told him. He didn’t need any further encouragement. He took it in his hand and played with it. That made his own cock go very hard.’

‘I caressed his cock and his balls whilst I rested my head on his shoulder. He felt all around my cock and balls. We were both having a lovely time. Then after a few minutes, I felt the movement of his hand on my cock slow down. They stopped altogether moments later.’

‘I guessed he was asleep, as his hand had let go of my cock and was just resting over it but not moving. I lay still for several minutes. Still, that is, apart from my hand. I kept playing with his cock and his balls very, very, gently.’

‘I hoped that that would help whatever lovely dream I expected that he would be having. Eventually I stopped and slid my hand away carefully. I slowly lifted his hand off my cock and rested it on the bed between us. He hadn’t moved, so I carefully eased away from him.’

‘I got out of bed and got dressed. Going round to his side of the bed, I stood looking at his face. He was dead to the world, exhausted after an active day making it special for me. I loved him so much. He had a lovely smile on his face, so as I kissed him goodnight, I whispered, ‘Happy dreams grandad, I love you.’