Date: Wed, 17 Mar 2004 19:35:40 EST
From: KissAndCuddleGem@aol.com
Subject: CAMPING CAPERS WITH MY GRANDPA (INSTALLMENT 15)

This story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons
living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely
coincidental.

Moreover, none of the actions of the characters in this story is presented
with the intent to condone, approve, or sanction their behavior.

The above-expressed disclaimer also does apply to any and all installments
of this story, including those preceding and following this installment.

All questions and/or comments are welcome; and, if you wish to contact me,
please feel free to email me at: KissAndCuddleGem@AOL.COM; and I will most
definitely respond to email, as appropriate.


Kenny, Jr. was sweating profusely, his complexion turning paler by the
second as his state of panic increased.  Just moments before, his briefs
had been quickly pulled down, virtually ripped right off of him and were
down dangling like a rained-on banner at the level of his shins.  He felt
heavy breathing against the nape of his neck, breathing that tickled the
skin and breezed through the fine hairs at the base of his cranium.  He was
very confused and shaken, he was anxiously awaiting for what genuinely felt
like an eternity to hear a voice.

Kenny, Jr. could tell from the feel of the texture of the palm tightly
covering his mouth that whoever was holding him captive was a man.  There
was also a shadow on the wall of the tent that gave clue to a husky figure
that in Kenny, Jr.'s mind could only belong to a man.  As Kenny, Jr. turned
his head, the grip of the hand tightly covering his mouth quickly
tightened, almost reflexively.

The complete silence was over, with an abrupt whispering of this: "All
right, listen up, young man.  Don't try anything foolish.  Listen closely:
I don't wanna hurt you, I just wanna love you.  Now don't say anything,
don't make any noise, just nod your head, so that I know that you
understand."

Kenny, Jr. nodded his head slowly.  He was terrified.  With Grandpa Steve
and Uncle Jeff apparently, well, at any rate presumably, still sound asleep
nearby, he feared that they two were now in serious danger.  Perhaps he had
watched one too many horror flicks, yet all he could envision now was the
aftermath: a bloody scene left in a dusty tent for passersby to eventually
gaze upon.

"I am going to release my grip now.  Okay, boy.  Now turn around and face
me and help me undress and get nice and cozy with you in this here bag."

The man was definitely a professional, Kenny, Jr. thought.  He knew very
well that it would be folly to make a run for it, as with his briefs around
his shins still, he would likely trip and fall to the ground in his haste.
Plus he knew he would be branded a coward, if he were just to bolt and
leave his kin at the mercy of this intruder.

A glimmer of light from a nearby lantern highlighted facial features
strikingly familiar to Kenny, Jr.  Kenny, Jr. was not thinking clearly at
this point, so he was very much baffled by the sight of a park ranger's hat
lying right near the edge of the bag.  He had heard about what was
happening to him happening to other guys, in jail, in boarding schools, in
the military.  He forced himself to put such thoughts out of his mind, as
he helped the man with the man's belt buckle and getting the trousers down.
To Kenny, Jr., this was all a sick, very sick, game: The man did not appear
to be even nervous, so why would he need help undressing?

Perhaps it was a ploy to make Kenny, Jr. seem to be consenting to what was
to come, though this was beyond Kenny, Jr.'s limited grasp.

Kenny, Jr. was trembling as the pair slid into the once-comforting warm and
pipe aroma- filled oversized sleeping bag of Kenny, Jr.'s departed great
Grandpa.  It was all too unreal for Kenny, Jr.: not only that this was
happening altogether but that it was happening in the very same sleeping
bag that his great Grandpa had made love to his dad, Kenny, Sr., and, for
that matter, that his dad and Uncle Jeff had in later years made love to
him himself in.

Kenny, Jr. had taken in, though not really paying full attention to this,
that the man has a muscular and thickly hairy body.  The two were now
securely in the bag; and once the man was comfortable, he reached down and
slipped Kenny, Jr.'s feet through his briefs, so that they were now off
him.  Then the man began to sniff the interior of the briefs, making sure
that Kenny, Jr. was seeing all of this.  "I have to get out of this
somehow...", Kenny, Jr. was thinking to himself.  Yet deep inside he felt
that it simply was not realistic that he could.  He actually began to
believe that this was somehow retribution for past family "sins".

"Listen son, I am real, real thick.  So just let me lube you up real, real
good.  Just relax that sweet, tender pucker of a hole of yours; and I will
take care of the rest."

Kenny, Jr. was positioned so that he was lying on his belly face down.  He
felt the cold tip of something being pushed into his ass crack and then
into his hole, his most intimate of places.  The man was squeezing a tube
of K-Y lube into Kenny, Jr., though Kenny, Jr. was shivering at the
sensation, cold in part and yet unmistakably slimy.  Kenny, Jr. obeyed the
command to spread his legs apart more.

"Now just relax, if you relax, you might even start enjoyin' all this fun a
bit.", the man snickered.  The man did about two or three teasing
thrustings of his cock up and down the length of Kenny's Jr.'s crack, right
between his buns, and Kenny, Jr. could feel the man's torso against his
back and the man's cock getting much bigger between his cheeks.  Then, in
one crisp stroke and without a hint of warning, the man rammed the full
length of his shaft deep into Kenny, Jr.'s hole and began a steady,
thrusting motion just after a pause of two seconds.

Kenny, Jr. felt numb inside, utterly numb.  He was wincing in pain, though
not excruciating pain, thanks to the lube.  "Please, please don't, don't
hurt me....", he implored.  He worried that he angered the intruder in
speaking, that his words were much too loud.

"I would never hurt you, little guy.  After all, we are family."

"Chris, is that you over there?", a booming voice rang out.

Kenny, Jr. recognized this voice as that of his Grandpa Steve.  He looked
up and sure enough there he was, right there, standing in all his glory.

Grandpa Steve was now close to seventy.  Kenny, Jr. was now gazing up at
his husky frame and towering build.  About 6'3" with broad shoulders and
chiseled facial features, he was very much an imposing figure even in the
dimly-lit tent.  The lantern he was holding enveloped in golden-colored
light his almost completely grey hair and his bright-blue eyes and healthy
tan.  As Kenny, Jr. knew very well, Grandpa Steve always slept in the nude;
and this eve was no exception.  As Grandpa Steve was slowly absorbing what
was before him, his countenance took on an amused expression.

Kenny, Jr. breathed a sigh of relief, though, at this juncture, it was a
bit uncertain as to whether he had indeed been rescued.

Meanwhile, Uncle Jeff, roused by all the stirrings, if not aroused by them,
was rising from his slumber and moving clumsily toward the direction of the
commotion disturbing it to...uhm... check things out.