Date: Sat, 20 Mar 2004 16:52:09 EST
From: KissAndCuddleGem@aol.com
Subject: CAMPING CAPERS WITH MY GRANDPA (INSTALLMENT 16)

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
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Uncle Jeff had rather hastily pulled up his boxer briefs; and this was
readily apparent, as they were more off of him than on him.  Upon first
seeing Chris and recognizing Chris as the origin of the disturbance, his
eyes intensely gleamed with an alarming rage.

"Aw, now, Daddy, I can explain...", Chris droned on.

Kenny, Jr. was beginning to understand; and of course quickly made the
connection that Chris must be Uncle Jeff's son.  The odd thing was that
Kenny, Jr.'s dad had never mentioned to him about Uncle Jeff having a son.
Kenny, Jr. had taken for granted that Uncle Jeff' was childless.  He found
the secrecy disturbing; and, yet, at the same time, unmistakably
titillating.

"Just hold it right there, don't you go on and 'Aw, Daddy" me.  First of
all, we said that you should not come any sooner than dawn.  Then, if
memory serves me correct, you were supposed to surprise him, not scare the
heck out of him.  I mean just look how pale poor Kenny looks now, plus that
expression on his face makes him look just like a sick cat left out in the
soaking rain."

Grandpa Steve was not really angry at all.  Yet, feeling a bit left out in
the action, he softly chimed in in a mock-scolding tone with: "Yes, Chris,
what the heck do you think you are doing?"

"Well, Gramps, what do you think it looks like I am doing?", Chris replied,
with a jesting smirk, as he once again gazed down at his "prey", Kenny,
Jr., and as his cock was still at the moment buried deep inside Kenny, Jr.

Perhaps it was Chris' comincal intonation, or simply the way Chris put that
tickling their funny bones.  Whatever it was, both Grandpa Steve and Uncle
Jeff could not contain their laughter.  They were each laughing
hysterically and holding their sides; and in their hysteria tears were
seeping from the corners of their eyes.

Uncle Jeff's face was a crimson red, he almost could not breathe but
managed to faintly whisper: "Stop, please stop, don't say anything more, I
mean I can't breathe...."

Kenny, Jr., in his rather vulnerable position under Chris, was not
particularly enjoying all of the merriment.  He was also amazed that Chris
was once again resuming his thrusting, though this time was thrusting much
more slowly and gently than just moments before.

Grandpa Steve felt that it was his place to intervene, to step in, as
patriarch.  Kenny, Jr. was now once again gazing up at him; and was trying
to clue him in with his sad puppy-like eyes that he wanted relief.  But
Grandpa Steve, now semi-hard, was a bit distracted at the moment, partly by
Uncle Jeff kissing him firmly on the mouth.  So Kenny, Jr.'s signal was
really not heeded.

Grandpa Steve boomed: "Well, Chris, may we join in on
the...uhm...festivities?"  There was an obvious hint of sarcasm marking the
last word, it rang out in Kenny, Jr.'s ears much like a gloating clock
tower chiming.

Kenny, Jr. had some fears; and, for the most part, wanted entirely out of
this whole thing.  But he was unsure how he could get out of this scenario;
and, even if he figured that one out, he did not want to hurt his grandpa.
He also had qualms about being just one against three.

Kenny, Jr., though he most certainly should have anticipated the reaction,
was inexplicably taken aback by Chris' immediate "Most certainly, please
do!!" and its chilling cheeriness in tone.  Almost involuntarily, Kenny,
Jr., raised his upper torso off the ground, his body obviously seeking
escape.

"Just relax, cuz, just relax, cuz...we are not going to harm you.", Chris
mumbled; and Kenny, Jr. felt two strong, power hands pushing his torso back
down and holding his shoulders firmly in place.

Kenny, Jr. reasoned he now had no choice but to make his plea.  He
certainly did realize though that his chances of getting through to anyone
were not all that good, to say the least, especially with his "rescuers"
already both so fully aroused.  At the same time, he was beginning to
realize that he was undeniably attracted to this cousin he had never even
know about till just moments ago.  So he was also wondering how things
would eventually play out, if he could not get out of his current
predicament.