The Erotic Memoirs of an Active 88-Year-Old Bisexual

By Jason Gramme

In this highly erotic and sexually explicit memoir, Jason Gramme, a still sexually active eighty-eight-year-old, provides heterosexual, homosexual, lesbian, and bisexual men and women with a sensually arousing life story. Gramme recalls vividly sexual experiences over a seventy-five-year period, all woven through with numerous personal encounters that led to unexpected but very welcomed sex. Anyone of any age, whose sexual fantasies are alive and well or those whose fantasies need stimulation, will greatly enjoy reading this provocative book. Cover image "Mélange No7922, Copyright David Teplica, 2013"

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Feb 5, 2020
• ISBN: 9781645842095

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Episode 1

My First Sexual Experience

It was mid-June and I was walking home from junior high school with my friends, Sammy and George. I was two weeks shy of my thirteenth birthday. Sammy had just turned thirteen in May and George would be thirteen in August. George and Sammy were in the same gym class and after their gym class had been put through their exercise program outside in the 90°F afternoon, the class all showered. George asked Sammy if he had noticed the size of the cock of one of their classmates named Freddy.

Sammy said no, and George then continued on about how big Freddy’s cock would become when he had a hard-on. I was a naïve kid and had no idea what George was talking about. I had not heard of or knew what a hard-on was, though I had many without knowing it, experiencing an ‘erection’ with increasing frequency. George then said he jerked off at least three times every day and asked Sammy and me how many times we jerked off. Again, I had no idea what that term meant.

Sammy said, About the same as you, George.

Not wanting to appear stupid, I mumbled something similar to what Sammy had said.

We reached the street where George lived, and he left us for home. Sammy and I lived two blocks farther on, in the same apartment building. I was on the third floor, and Sammy lived on the top or fourth floor. As we walked, I said to Sammy, who was my friend since kindergarten, that I wanted him to promise me he would never tell anyone ever about what I was going to ask him. He promised. I then told him I had no idea what jerk off meant and asked if he would please tell me. Very matter-of-factly, he asked me if my cock ever got big and hard and when it did, what did I do to cum. I told him I would rub my cock on my thigh faster and faster until I came, or I would lie in the tub on my stomach when I took a bath, with my arm draped over the edge of the tub, so my hard cock would be under the forceful hot water and stay in that position until the force of the water made me cum.

He then said that after I get home and have my milk and cookies, I should come upstairs to his apartment and he would teach me how to jerk off.

Sammy’s parents owned a small grocery/deli just down one block from the apartment house. His mother and father both worked six days a week from 7:00 a.m. to 7:00 p.m., serving breakfast and small lunches and dinners at the six tables in the store. Sammy’s mother would always prepare supper for Sammy and his brother Howey and, of course, refrigerate it for them to heat. The apartment was all theirs until his parents came home at about 7:10 p.m. daily.

I went upstairs as Sammy had told me to do. He opened his door wearing only his undershorts and told me to come with him to his bedroom and take my clothes off. He removed his shorts. He and his brother Howey, who was fifteen and a half years old, shared the bedroom with two single beds. They also had a six-foot-tall mirror on a wooden frame that moved from side to side. At Sammy’s suggestion, we stood naked in front of the mirror. Both Sammy and I had hard-ons. Sammy stood on my right side and put his hand, which was in a loose fist, on my cock. That was seventy-five years ago, and I can still easily relive the extraordinary sensation; the electric sensation, when his hand touched my cock—the first time in my life that a hand other than my own touched my cock. He began to move his closed fist back and forth on my cock. The sensation was, and still is, indescribable.

He then stopped and said to me, That is what ‘jerking off is.

He then told me to do the same with my own hand and I did. How I loved the sensation. Sammy began to jerk off. There we were, two thirteen-year-old boys, having mutual sex together.

I was seconds away from ejaculating when the bedroom door opened. Sammy’s brother, Howey, walked in and I remember his words as if he had just this moment spoke them.

He said, Well, you two cannot have sex together without me.

What I subsequently learned was that Sammy and Howey had been having sex together since Sammy turned eleven. Howey was a tall good-looking kid who had learned a lot about same-sex sex from his friends, who had a clubroom set up in the basement, supplied by the super and the building owner. More about that later.

Howey, I learned, had taught Sammy how to give and receive oral and anal sex. Many would characterize their relationship as incestuous but was simply two highly sexual kids pleasuring each other as often as possible. I knew them both as they grew into young adulthood. I was at their weddings and knew that both had families and were not closeted homosexuals.

When Howey entered the room, he asked me if I had cum yet. I said no. He then asked Sammy if he had given me a blowjob, a term I quickly came to understand was the street words for oral sex. When Sammy said he had not, Howey asked me if I would like him to take my cock in his mouth and he would make me cum, and he would then share my cum in his mouth with me by kissing me and transferring my cum to me. At that moment, I was never more uncertain of anything, but the idea was both exciting and enticing. I agreed.

He told me to sit on his bed with my legs spread and my feet on the floor. He knelt down between my legs and took my cock into his mouth without placing it there with his hand, just taking it in his mouth with his lips. Within three licks of the shaft and the entire cock in his mouth, I came. It seemed that I ejaculated enough fluid/semen to fill an 8-ounce cup. Indeed, I ejaculated a prodigious amount and, as he had said sitting next to me, he gave me, in my mouth, at least half of what I had ejaculated. My cum tasted slightly salty and was warm. I loved it! I loved it all! What was amazing in retrospect, was that with my cumming, there was no letdown in my hormones, which almost always happened, resulting in a limp, small penis and a period of time needed to pass to recover and become hard again.

Howey then asked me if I would like to suck his cock and Sammy’s cock and feel what it is like to give such pleasure to them as I just received. It took me less than a second to say yes. However, there was one caveat. I wanted to suck them in front of the mirror so I could watch myself suck them. Remembering the licking of my cock’s shaft and the taking of the entire cock in his mouth, I proceeded to, with the greatest enthusiasm and sexual pleasure, suck them in turn and swallowed their cum. How I loved the throbbing sensation of their cocks in my mouth and the second I knew, by the pulsing of their cocks, when they would ejaculate. It is an experience I have truly loved and repeated at least a thousand times. I have never tired of that sensation and would happily do it today if I could.

Not unlike the baby ducks hatching and bonding with their mother, so did I bond, as it were, with the sucking of cocks, notwithstanding the absolute factual truth, that I am not a genetic/hormonal/psychological homosexual. I do not covet men. I do not find men particularly sexually attractive. I do not fantasize sexually about men. But, and it is an important but, I love to suck cock, just as I equally love to suck and eat pussy.

Regarding the clubroom in the basement, it was furnished with an old rug, two thrown-away wood chairs, and a cot wide enough to hold two bodies. On the concrete wall was a two-foot by four-foot white poster board with a drawing by Howey, who turned out to be a commercial artist, of a naked Superman with a cape and one giant hard-on. It will not take much imagination to know what may have taken place in that clubroom.

The three of us met at least once a week for fourteen months, until Howey and Sammy’s parents enlisted them to work at their grocery/deli after school three afternoons a week.

Episode 2

My First Sexual Experience Part II: Howey, Muriel, and Me

As I was leaving, following that first extraordinary sexual experience, Howey said that I was a quick learner and that I might be interested in learning how to take and give anal sex. Although I had no idea what he was talking about, I nevertheless said yes, given the exciting and wonderful sex I had experienced. We agreed to meet after school the next day.

When I rang his bell, Howey opened the door naked and told me to follow him to his bedroom. He told me to undress, which I gladly did. Sammy was also naked, sitting on his bed. Howey, who in retrospect was an excellent teacher, said that I was going to learn how to put my hard-on cock in his asshole and fuck him. I was also going to learn what it is like to have him fuck me. When I