It has been 30 years ago -- I was 11 years old, and knew absolutely nothing about sex, except what I was informed by my young peers. They had of course introduced me to the pleasures of masturbation, and at the time, I was enthralled with that. I would jerk off two to four times every day, simply because it felt great. However, I had no real clue as to what it was really about other than simply feeling really good, especially when that "funny feeling" happened.
Then one late spring day, I happened to pass by my grandfather's woodworking shop. He had been a woodworker for years, and still sat around there most days just tinkering with things, or in hopes that somebody would come along either wanting something repaired, or just a friend dropping in to chat. I would sometimes stop, but it was always just "old folks" talking about historical stuff, so I seldom lingered.
On this particular day, one of the "regular" visitors was there, and I paused to see through a window that my grandfather and his visitor were sitting side by side in old chairs, but facing each other. They always sat that way and I thought that it was probably because each had obvious hearing problems, and this arrangement made conversation easier. Upon further observation, it appeared that they might be holding hands - specifically, my grandfather holding Mr. Albert's hand. That seemed unusual, so I decided to stay around for a while to see if there was a reason. Then I noticed that Mr. Albert's hand was not simply being held, but guided in a manner that made me wonder just what was happening. For that reason, I sneaked nearer the window, where I could observe more clearly what they were doing.
To my surprise, my grandfather's friend, Mr. Albert, had my grandfathers cock head between his right thumb and a couple of fingers and seemed to be trying to pull the cock from his pants. My grandfather was assisting him in doing that, and seemed completely comfortable with the process. Evidently this was not an unusual occurrence for either of them. In a few moments my grandfather's soft cock was completely out through the fly, and Mr. Albert held it in his hand.
When Mr. Albert asked how it felt, my grandfather responded "You always treat it with kindness." Then Mr. Albert began to lightly stroke his forefinger across the head, slowly and gently, back and forth. My Grandfather sighed and said that he liked that. Mr. Albert then started stroking two fingers across the cock head and along the ridge of the head. I could now see the cock expanding and the head changing color somewhat. Mr. Albert continued his ministrations on my grandfather's cock until it reached its full length and was swollen to larger than any cock that I had ever seen. Of course, I had never seen an excited and hardened adult cock.
Mr. Albert asked my grandfather if he thought that his balls had anything for him today, to which my grandfather responded, "Yes, Albert it's been three days since you emptied them." With that I thought I noticed Mr. Albert change his stroking to better stroke pretty much the entire length of the cock, from the fly opening to the head. His fingers seemed to go a bit faster along the length - then I noticed that he was using his forefinger to touch the pee slit and to work the tip of his finger against that opening. My grandfather was moaning and saying how good it felt. Sometimes, Mr. Albert's finger appeared to go well into the pee slit - almost to the first knuckle. Then I noticed that is finger looked wet, and it looked like lubricant, as opposed to water. Of course, I now realize that my grandfather was producing pre-cum.
"Please Bill", intoned my grandfather, "let me come."
"Are you sure you're ready?" asked Mr. Albert.
"Yessss!" said my grandfather, "make me shoot it!"
With a few full length strokes up and down the cock, my grandfather groaned loudly, and I saw his cock head, deep pink in color and swollen, issue a stream of white come juice into the hand of his friend, Mr. Albert. Mr. Albert said that it was a good load and hot. He wiped it all over the cock of my grandfather, before my grandfather put his cock back into his pants and closed the fly.
I had never before seen an aroused adult cock, nor a cum-producing orgasm. My orgasms at that age, like those of my friends with whom I sometimes jerked off, were always "dry." I resolved to go by there on every opportunity thereafter to see what else I could learn by observation of my elders.