Date: Wed, 23 Apr 2003 03:28:48 EDT
From: KissAndCuddleGem@aol.com
Subject: Camping Capers With My Grandpa (Installment 3)

There was a storm building up momentum outside.  I was unnerved by the
whole thing; and Kenny, Jr., who had come home beat from a late movie with
his girlfriend, some Italian-American girl I always had trouble remembering
the name of, and turned in about one-half hour ago for the night.
Suddenly, it occurred to me: This storm was very much like that storm I was
thinking back to earlier.  Once again I found my thoughts drifting back in
time to that second outing at Forest Grove: I was lying on the sofa now,
sort of in a trance-like state, and once again buried deep in reverie.

Grandpa woke up before I did.  He kissed me on the lips, this time very,
very gently.  He suggested that we leave the grilling for tomorrow, as the
rain was still not good outside.  "Kenny, we have plenty of sandwiches in
the cooler and of course there was so much root beer."

Well, we stepped out of the bad almost simultaneously and took a break for
the light meal.  While we dined together, Grandpa confided in me that I
made him feel much, much younger than his years and so happy and also so
very alive.  Grandpa began to smile; and I guess it was infectious seeing
him smiling this way, so I, too, began to similarly smile.  Yet I wondered
though if he truly did love me; and questioned whether he was just using me
for his own gratification: On some level, I thought it was simply best to
give Grandpa every possible benefit of the doubt: He was my grandfather and
also raising me after all in place of his own son.

When we were back together in his oversized bag, Grandpa said that it would
be great for us to mix things up a bit: He said that I should feel free to
explore his body and make love to him.  He asked me in a very hesitant way
whether I found him to be attractive.  I replied: "I do most definitely do,
truly."

"Kenny, well, I hope you are just not really horny because of the storm!",
he joked.

Well, I certainly had not planned it.  But my timing was pretty good, as,
right after he said that, I became fully hard and Grandpa felt my cock
poking against his paunch.  The softness of the paunch, the feel of the
jiggly flesh pressing against the head of my cock led within instants to me
dripping precum onto Grandpa's belly.

I partially raised my torso and earnestly began to kiss, suck on, and lick
Grandpa's nipples.  But I was trembling, felt very awkward inside and
unsure of myself.  It just was so new, so very, very new, and yet, as I
also was very much aware, titillatingly taboo.  Grandpa gripped my hips
gently and said in the softest tone possible for him: "Kenny, you are doing
fine, just fine.  Really, there is no need to be nervous.  Just do what
feels natural for you, and take a deep breath and just relax...please, it's
hard for me to see you like this, shaking this way."

I made my best effort to more fully relax and just enjoy myself.  "Look at
what I had with me, look at the possibilities of what can be...", I
thought; but then I cautioned myself that this thinking was madness and to
just enjoy the moment, so to speak.

I partly unzipped the bag.  I then kneeled between Grandpa's inner thighs.
I looked down at Grandpa's member.  I noticed that his head was very much a
"mushrom-head"; and this seemed fitting as the rather dim lighting in the
tent then gave the illusion of being lost in the forest.  I gently grasped
the base of the shaft; and I heard Grandpa make panting sounds.  I was
unsure as to whether I should continue, but, somewhat instinctively, I
licked around the head and placed in my mouth, sucking and sucking and
sucking and....

It all felt like bliss, sheer bliss, and Grandpa's loud moaning, his shouts
in ecstasy, well, that all just added to the bliss I so keenly was sensing.

There were six to seven loads of creamy, thick cum.  I swallowed every
single drop of it.  I wanted the seed which created my father and which
indirectly was thus responsible for my own creation to be a part of me.  I
also did not want to insult Grandpa, as I knew him to be a loving and
beautiful man.

Then, after this, I really let myself go: I gave Grandpa one of the most
sensual erotic full-body massages that I was capable of giving.  I caressed
his huge and now-seemingly-rock-hard pecs with the palms of my hands, then
tenderly glided my fingertips down the center of his chest to his pubes.
After massaging his legs and working my kneading fingers down to his ankles
and then his toes, I began to kiss him and shove my tongue deep into his
mouth with such passion that I even surprised myself.  I saw Grandpa
semi-hard and my face brightened at his so-rapid "recovery".  I began to
gently stroke up and down the shaft with my right hand and use my left one
to gently cup his sac and squeeze his low-hanging "gems".  I let Grandpa
cum in a bottle, an empty one nearby, as this was his suggestion so we
would have less mess.  But when Grandpa released fully, I licked off every
single drop of cum still dripping from his piss slit.

Grandma held me close to him, caressing me and stroking my hair.  I felt
like a cub in his arms, a tender, affectionate cub lying safely in his
papa-bear's muscular arms.  As we li there then cuddling, I could feel
Grandpa's hands sliding down under me to my buns and gently squeezing and
caressing them as he fingered the crack between them.  I smiled, looking up
lovingly into his eyes.

^@ I wanted to one day get married, I did not want this to mess me up in
terms of my future.  I also still knew that I had to get Jeffie removed
from this situation.  I was uncertain as to what to do about Lulu, though
fate apparently had some humor thrown in with regard to how that part of
things would work out.

But for the time being, wrapped in a lover's arms like this, I was
perfectly content being involved with Grandpa and these "capers" of ours.

Grandpa swore me to secrecy, as usual, this time after we had barbecued our
catch for the day from one of Forest Grove's streams the very next day.  On
the ride back home, while stopped at a slow-changing light, I told Grandpa
that I felt beautiful, simply and absolutely beautiful, and that he made me
feel this way in every way.

Kenny, Jr. startled me, snapping me out of my reverie.  He had come down to
get a drink of water; and saw me with the most wistful expression on my
face.  He gave me a big hug; and handed me a glass of lemonade.  Surprised
that he remembered the ice, I sipped it slowly and thanked him, thanking
the one above to myself that he never knew about Grandpa and me and hoping
that he never would know about it and other family secrets I still would
yet recall.