I stood in the barn, the old wooden beams casting long shadows in the light of the setting sun. The air was warm and smelled of hay and earth, a smell that always reminded me of my childhood. But something was different today. My hands trembled slightly as I held the old photos in my hands that I had found in a hidden drawer in Grandpa's toolbox. They were pictures of me when I was a child, but it wasn't the innocence of childhood that confused me so much now. It was the look my grandfather gave me in those photos - a look that was more than just love or pride. It was something deeper, something that made me blush when I recognized it.

I flipped through the photos, each one proof that Grandpa Henry had always looked at me in a special way. There I was, maybe six years old, laughing and sitting on a tractor, his gaze resting on me as if I were the most precious thing in the world. Another photo showed me bathing in the pond, my childish nakedness innocent, but his gaze was anything but. It was intense, almost hungry, and I felt my heart beat faster as I realized it.

I put the photos aside and took a deep breath, trying to suppress the rising excitement. It was wrong to feel this way, but I couldn't deny it. The way he looked at me aroused something in me, something forbidden and yet irresistible. I was sure he felt it too, this invisible tension between us that had been building up more and more over the last few days.

When the sun had completely set and the barn was bathed in a soft twilight, I heard footsteps on the wooden floor. I turned and saw Grandpa Henry standing in the doorway, his silhouette dark against the last light of day. He was wearing his usual shirt and worn jeans, but today he seemed different, as if he was as aware of the tension between us as I was.

“Robert,” he said in a raspy voice, “what are you still doing here?”

I hesitated, unsure how to answer. "I... I found old photos," I finally confessed, my voice quiet and uncertain.

He stepped closer, his eyes scrutinizing me, and I felt my breathing become shallower. “Photos?” he asked, his voice lower now, almost hoarse.

He stepped even closer, his hand reaching for the photos, but his gaze remained fixed on me. “You were always a beautiful boy,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. "But now... Now you're a man."

My heart beat to my throat as his words hung in the air, heavy and full of meaning. I didn't know what to say, so I kept silent, only feeling the heat rising in my body.

Grandpa Henry stepped even closer, his hand touching my cheek, and I didn't flinch. His touch was warm, almost tender, and I closed my eyes as his fingers stroked my skin. “Robert,” he whispered, "I've always loved you. But now... it's different now."

I opened my eyes and looked at him, his gray eyes looking at me with such intensity that I felt like he could see right into my soul. “I know,” I breathed, my voice barely more than a whisper.

He smiled, a small, mysterious smile, and then he leaned forward, his lips touching mine, gently at first, then more urgently. I hesitated for just a moment before I surrendered to his kiss, my hands gripping his shoulders as if I wanted to hold on to him. 

 His lips were warm and skillful, and I felt my arousal grow as his tongue parted my lips and joined with mine. It was wrong, so wrong, but it felt so damn good. I was sure we both knew we were crossing a line that should never be crossed, but in that moment we didn't care.

When we broke away from each other, we were both breathing heavily, our faces flushed, our eyes shining in the semi-darkness. Grandpa Henry stroked a strand of hair from my face, his touch tender, almost loving. “Come on,” he said, his voice hoarse with desire, “let's go into the hay.”

I followed him without a word, my legs feeling weak as we moved deeper into the barn where the hay lay soft and inviting. He lay down, pulling me with him, and I felt my heart pound with excitement and fear. This was a moment that would change everything, and I didn't know if I was ready, but I wanted it.

His hands roamed over my body, caressing my arms, my back, and I shivered under his touch. “You're so beautiful,” he murmured, his lips touching my neck, leaving a trail of kisses that made me shiver. 

 I turned to him, my hands reaching for his shirt, pulling it off, revealing his hairy torso. He was older, but his muscles were still firm, and I felt my fingers stroking his skin as if I wanted to explore him.

“Robert,” he moaned as my lips touched his nipple, my tongue stroking over it. “Damn, you're driving me crazy.”

I smiled against his skin, feeling his arousal as his hand gripped the back of my neck and pulled me closer to him. His kisses became more urgent, his hands roaming over my body, pulling off my T-shirt, leaving me in just my thin gym shorts.

“Take them off,” he ordered, his voice a harsh whisper, and I obeyed, dropping my pants, feeling the cool air on my bare skin. I was shaved, smooth, and I saw his eyes darken as he looked at me.

“Perfect,” he murmured, his hand reaching for my erect cock, and I moaned as his fingers stroked the sensitive skin. “So fucking perfect.”

I leaned back, feeling the hay beneath me as he leaned over me, his lips traveling down my neck, teasing my nipples with his tongue. His hand massaged my cock, and I felt myself approaching ecstasy, but he didn't stop, his touches skillful, driving me to the edge and keeping me there. 

“Grandpa,” I moaned, my hands gripping his hair, “please...”

He smiled against my skin, his teeth nibbling at my shoulder before he moved down, his lips brushing along my stomach, closer and closer to my hard cock. I felt his breath, warm and moist, and then his mouth enveloped me, his tongue lapping at the tip, and I moaned loudly as he took me deep into his mouth.

His technique was perfect, as if he'd done this many times before, and I didn't know if I could take it. My hands gripped the hay, my hips lifted towards him as he pleasured me with his tongue and lips.

"Grandpa, I... I can't..."

He didn't stop, his hand massaging my balls, and I felt myself getting close to exploding. “Come for me, Robert,” he whispered, his voice vibrating against my cock, “let it out for me.”

And then I couldn't take any more, my hips thrust forward and I came with a loud moan, my seed shooting into his mouth and he took it all, swallowing it like it was the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted.

I lay there exhausted, my breath coming in gasping bursts as he leaned over me, pressing his lips to mine, leaving his taste on my lips. “You're incredible,” he whispered, his hand stroking my cheek.

I smiled weakly, my hand reaching for his, squeezing it. “You too,” I breathed, unsure of what would happen next.

He smiled, a soft, tender smile, and then he stood up, getting dressed as if nothing had happened. “Good night, Robert,” he said, his voice now firm and controlled again.

I lay still, my thoughts whirling as I watched him leave. The barn was silent again, broken only by the rustling of hay and my panting breath. I didn't know what this meant, what would happen next, but I knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

The night was warm and I lay there, my thoughts revolving around the events that had just taken place. I could still feel the touch of his lips, the taste of his mouth, and I knew I would do it again if he wanted me to. The secrets that lay between us were even deeper now, and I wondered what the rest of the summer would bring.

With one last look at the spot where he had stood, I closed my eyes and let sleep come, while the possibility of what was to come lived on in my imagination.