Date: Fri, 9 May 2003 01:21:52 EDT
From: KissAndCuddleGem@aol.com
Subject: Camping Capers With My Grandpa (Installment 9)

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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As they were finally about to leave the plane, Grandpa Steve could not help
but notice that Kenny, Jr.'s complexion was marked by a ghastly pallor.
Grandpa Steve gave the lad a gentle pat on the shoulders and whispered to
him in a soothing tone: "It's all right, really, it's okay.  We made it
just fine, just relax.  You are okay, I will always be here for you,
always."

It seemed like the wait for Jeff to arrive and greet them had been like an
eternity, though in reality Jeff was only behind schedule by half an hour
due to heavy traffic.  Grandpa Steve vowed to himself that he would have to
have a heart-to-heart with Kenny, Jr. in private.  He knew something was
seriously wrong, though initially he thought it was solely Kenny,
Jr. having a bad case of the jitters during the landing.

"Sorry, I'm late", Jeff, now sporting a robust tan and wearing California
beach-style shades, blurted out upon his tardy arrival.

"It's okay, son.  Listen, I think we all should go get some lemonade from
the nearest vendor; and just unwind a bit.  Remember how it was for you,
son, when we all headed on down to Texas for the move.  Well, Kenny,
Jr. here did not have a very good time with the landing it seems."

"Oh, okay, dad.  But I frankly think he just needs a good hug, some tender
loving care.", Jeff sort of stammered, with Kenny, Jr.'s face beginning to
brighten upon hearing this from him and seeing his beloved uncle slyly wink
at him.

Grandpa Steve just stared blankly at both of them, careful at this early
stage in his relationship with his grandson not to ask questions that would
embarrass the lad.  Also, he was feeling a bit guilty about being sexually
attracted to his own grandson.  He reasoned that he must be careful to keep
his feelings in check, as he did not want to blow the chance for him to
have Kenny, Jr. want to live with him at least until he had finished
college and was established in the world.

Kenny, Jr., for his part, was relishing all of the attention, blissfully
unaware that his grandpa and his uncle would soon be competing with one
another for his love; and in their spare time each fantasized about a less
than pure relationship with Kenny, Jr.

The house was still a bit dusty with white sheets still covering some of
the fragile furnishings, many of which were antiques .  With Kenny, Jr. now
more or less settled in his room, Grandpa Steve stopped by for a visit,
surprising him.

Within moments, the door was closed.  "Okay, out with it, let's hear it,
Kenny... I want to know what the heck is going on with you.  I won't take
'No.' for an answer, so you might as well just spill it.", Grandpa Steve
stated in a husky voice.

"Well, it's not so simple.  I don't know if I can just tell you this, it's
so personal."

"Kenny, does all of this have something to do with your dad?  I still want
to know what is going on, regardless.  I love Kenny, Sr. with all my heart;
yet, I don't want you protecting him at your own expense."

Kenny, Jr. burst into tears and began to cry.  The two men embraced one
another in comfort, as each began to outline to the other his own sordid
tale of "family relations".  Kenny Jr. looked up and was staring into
Grandpa Steve's bright-blue eyes as if seeking strength, all the while
thinking to himself: "I want to tell him.  I don't know if I can just tell
him what is bothering me.  I dont' want dad to get into trouble, for dad to
feel betrayed."  Then Kenny, Jr., in the midst of his preoccupation, was
noticing that his grandpa was now also beginning to shed tears; and
wondered whether this was a good time for him to find out more about what
he had been wondering as to Grandpa Steve's past.

Suddenly, Grandpa Steve, in the heat of emotion, found that he was
uncontrollably aroused by the close physical proximity to Kenny, Jr.  He
was in a quandary as to what he should do at this point; and was finding
that nonchalantly crossing his legs to draw attention away from his hard-on
was not a sufficient solution.  There was a part of him that wanted nothing
better than to sleep with Kenny, Jr., the indirect product of his very own
seed, and make mad passionate love to him till dawn, that very first night.
Yet there was simultaneously a part of him that knew that timing was
everything; and that good things often come to those who wait.