Date: Sat, 17 May 2003 03:00:48 EDT
From: KissAndCuddleGem@aol.com
Subject: Camping Capers With My Grandpa (Installment 10)

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.

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please feel free to email me at: KissAndCuddleGem@AOL.COM; and I will most
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A booming knock came from the door, removing Grandpa Steve from his train
of thought just as he was panting hard against the nape of Kenny, Jr.'s
neck.

"Yes, what is it?  I mean, we are in here of course...", a now more
than-a-bit-flustered Grandpa Steve responded to the stimuli.

"It's Jeff, I have been ringing the dinner bell for eternity.  The pizza's
arrived; and dinner's ready.  I hope you all are hungry, there's plenty."

Grandpa Steve whispered to Kenny, Jr. that they would continue their
discussion another time.  He was about to turn away and leave when Kenny,
Jr. surprised him by kissing him forcefully right on the lips.

"We'll be right down, Jeff.  Definitely.  Just give us a few...and, yes, I
certainly am famished."

"Let's table this for now, I'll come by at midnight; and I want you to tell
me more about what has been going on with you then, OK?  But, yes, I do
feel the same, I just want you to know that I am your grandfather first and
foremost.", Grandpa Steve whispered to Kenny, Jr.

"Okay, Grandpa.  That sounds fine."

Within minutes, the three men were hungrily wolfing down an extra-large
pizza and a few liters of root beer.

For some odd reason, Jeff felt compelled to share with Kenny, Jr. and
Grandpa Steve tales still vividly etched in his memory of his days
exploring nudism and naturism.  He said that while away at college, a dorm
roommate of his dared him to go on a group outing to a nude beach popular
with tourists.  He related that, at first, he was very self-conscious about
others seeing him nude on the beach, but, in time, he learned to remove his
swimsuit with ease and to appreciate the sense of independence and freedom
that goes hand-in-hand with baring all in public.

Kenny, Jr. was staring admiringly at his Uncle Jeff; and Grandpa Steve
found that the way Kenny, Jr. was looking at his son was making him feel
jealous.

Jeff, during a dramatic pause in his account, gave Kenny, Jr. a knowing
wink.  This made Kenny, Jr. wonder if his uncle had designs to resume their
brief, no more than intermittent, sexual relationship.  Kenny, Jr. was
staring at the juicy slices of pizza remaining in the cardboard box; and
found himself wondering if perhaps he had more on his plate than he could
handle, in more ways than one.

"I'd love to go to a nude beach with you, sometime, Uncle Jeff.  I mean, if
that would please you, that is.", Kenny, Jr. practically crooned.

Jeff's mouth was watering at the thought of being nude with Kenny, Jr. once
again.  If there was one thing that this uncle had mastered as a result of
his many travels throughout Europe and the Caribbean was the art of
seduction.

"Jeff, I just think Kenny, Jr. needs some time to get used to his
surroundings a bit more.  Perhaps sometime all three of us can go to one of
those nude beaches, a nice one, in this area."

"You're right, dad, where was my thinking?", Jeff responded, his tone not
very well masking his insincerity.

Grandpa Steve began to lick his lips, savoring the subtle taste of the
oregano in the tepid cheese pizza; and, at the same time, anticipating
making love to his grandson for the very first time, in no more than just a
few hours after dessert.