Finding Acceptance at Grandpa's House

Full time Daddy's. I'm 19, I'm gay. I'm about 5'7, slender around 145, medium cut blonde hair. I'm not well endowed, in fact I had what my baby doctors told my parents a micro penis. I was uncut, flaccid about 2.5 inches and if I managed to get hard a whopping 3"😟. I'm not saying that payed a part in my life choices, but it certainly didn't hurt. I came out to my parents when I was 18. I knew I was gay long before that, I had been giving guy's blowjob's and getting fucked since I was about 16. Mom and Dad were very conservative and pillars of the community. They tried to understand but couldn't, kept trying to get me to change. I loved them and I knew they loved me deep down, but the tension was there. To let things cool down and hopefully them come to accept me for who I was, I grandpa if I could stay with him for awhile. He said yes of course, and said he had plenty of room. He said some friends and it would be no problem finding a good job until I made up my mind whether I to go to college or continue working. He 60, a widower. He did share his house with his best friend Jim. He was was in his 50's also a widower. I guess they were good for each other, keeping each other company. He already knew I was gay, I told him when I asked if could stay. We didn't talk about it a lot on the phone, but he one thing that me made me feel a little better. He said everyone has a right to make choices. I moved in a few weeks later. He lived about 6 hours away, close enough for me to go back and visit when I wanted to, and far enough away so Mom and Dad wouldn't be embarrassed and could hopefully become more understanding of me. I had to been to his house many times over the years, but not since Jim moved in with him. It was beautiful place, just outside of town. Nice and quiet, but an easy commute for work. He had lot's of room upstairs and downstairs. I got settled in, just had my clothes and some personal stuff. That first evening I got to know Jim. He was retired like gramps. For their ages they both still handsome men. Gramps like said was 60. He was 6' probably around 200. Jim in 50's, about 5'10, a little chubby, probably around 220 or so. Gramps said I know you're not legal age for a bar, but we're not at a bar. We enjoy drinking some beer in the evening if you want some Bobby. I said HELL YEAH 👍. It's not like it's my first time, I usually had someone get for me. He got some beers for us and we started talking. Gramps said you got complete run the house, come and go as you want. Take a week or so, run around and get to know area. I've already talked to some of friends and after they interview you, you can have the job of your choice, just a formality. I said thanks gramps that sounds great 😃. He don't worry about anything, we don't have much to do, so just throw your stuff in the hamper in the laundry room one of us will take care of it. My face turned Red, that might be problem for you or Jim, I mean I don't want to offend you. He said what you mean. I said don't wear underwear you like you guy's, I wear panties, for couple different reasons. He said really, if you don't mind us asking, like what? I said I don't mind, might as well completely honest. They make feel pretty for one thing. Some guy's like it for another. I guess most importantly they feel good, and they make me like a girl because even with them on, you can hardly tell I have penis it's so small ☺️. They both looked at me, gramps said what do you mean by that? I laughed, Mom and Dad never told you, I mean about me. He said No 🙄. Well a picture is worth a thousand words, maybe I'll show you sometime if you want, and grinned. He kinda laughed, YEAH that sounds interesting, I mean I don't think either of us have ever heard of of seen something like that. I said I'm like.06 percentage of guy's, it's rare, but definitely impossible. It's kinda perfect for me actually. Part 2.