Date: Thu, 4 Apr 2013 22:49:34 -0400
From: Mac Smith <granitemac@gmail.com>
Subject: Granddaddy's Feet - Part 1

This story was written about the authors life. It was a long time ago and
much of it is as accurate as the author remembers and parts of it are
purely the authors imagination.

The real names and locations have all been changed for privacy reasons.

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before doing so.

The author was young when he became sexually active however that doesn't
mean he condones nor encourages sex with minors.

If you are under the legal age to be reading material that is sexual in
mature stop here. If you find stories about sex between males
offensive stop here.

Always practice safe sex between consenting adults.


Grandaddy's Feet - Part 1


I was raised by my Dads parents since the age of two when my parents were
killed in a car accident.

Grandaddy was a tall rangy man of Scottish heritage. He was 6 foot 5 inches
tall, weighed 220 lbs, and like most of the MacGranite men had large hands,
extremely big feet (size 16 wide), and was endowed with a very large, hard
as steel veiny cock (9x6) and two hairy low hangers that individually could
fill anyone's mouth.

He wasn't a good looking man by anyone's standards. A craggy face  with
bushy brows and a shock of unruly hair didn't help. He was a mans man and
of few words but when he did speak he spoke with a voice of authority and
command and other men listened.

Hard as nails and an outdoorsmen he lived to fish, hunt, and wander the
great north woods. I would find out years later he was also a very sensual
man that loved sex with both men and women. The few that were invited into
Grandaddy's bed left completely satisfied and came back for more.

Grandma was as short as Grandaddy was tall. She was a tiny little thing
that barely reached 5 foot and 90 lbs. Native American, born and raised on
a reservation, and trained and educated by the missionaries as a midwife
and nurse.

She was a God fearing woman with zero tolerance for alcohol, laziness, nor
what she called "heathen blasphemers".   Her and Grandaddy were a sight to
behold when together and rarely went unnoticed.  He was a gentle giant with
her and would frequently pick her up in his arms and kiss her until she'd
insist he put her down. But from the smile on her face and twinkle in her
eyes you  knew she loved being held and kissed by him. They had two sons,
my daddy and his older brother my Uncle Billy who was a career Navy man.

Grandaddy was a shift manager at the local paper mill and Grandma was a
nurse at the small clinic in town. He worked days 7 AM to 3 PM and she
worked nights 6 PM to 11 PM. So my days were spent with Grandma, afternoons
with both of them, and nights with Grandaddy until I went to sleep.

The daily routine never deviated except when Grandma was fetched to assist
with delivering someone's baby in the local community or on the
reservation. During these occurrences I would usually be left at home with
Grandaddy and only when necessary go along with Grandma.

I loved being with Grandaddy and would anxiously await for his arrival home
from work each day. Once he said hello to Grandma he gave me his undivided
attention while Grandma made supper. We'd do a few chores together and
then Grandaddy would take the time to teach me the fun things that I wanted
to do. How to ride my bike, throw a ball, use my fly fishing rod and as I
got older how to use a rifle. Grandma would call us to wash up and we sat
down for supper by 5:30 PM every day because as soon as Grandma served us
she left for work at the clinic.

Supper was usually over by 6 PM and I would help Granddaddy clean up the
kitchen. When the kitchen was cleaned up and the last dish was put away
Grandaddy would take a glass from the cubbard and head to the barn to
retrieve his daily dosage of "medicine".

While he was getting his glass of whiskey and water I would get two pillows
for the sofa and turn on the radio to warm up the tubes. World War II was
in full swing and if there wasn't a baseball game being broadcast Grandaddy
and I listened to the news.

Then came my favorite part of the day. Grandaddy would sit on the sofa,
stretch his legs out, light his pipe, and sip his whiskey. Without being
asked to I would kneel at his feet unlace and remove his workboots.

Grandaddy lost the lower half of his left arm in World War I and it ended
in a stump where his elbow used to be. Grandaddy was a 17 year old
Marine, was in the service less than a year and only at the front lines a
few days when it happened.

Although he was capable of removing his own workboots I liked doing it for
him. Grandaddy never let the fact that he only had one arm stop him from
doing anything. Like Grandma used to say "He might only have one arm but
he's more capable than most men with two" and she was right.

When I removed Grandaddy'a workboots the rich masculine musky scent of his
big socked feet filled the room. It was powerful and strong but not sour or
repungent just all man. I loved it couldn't get enough of it and would
immediately get an erection at the first whiff of his feet while removing
his workboots. Even at preschool age the scent of his feet gave me an
erection so hard it hurt. At the time I didn't understand what caused
the erection I just knew I loved the smell and look of his big socked feet.
I would sit on the floor with my back to the sofa, close to his legs, and
just enjoy the closeness of him and the sight and smell of his feet.

Grandaddy like most men at the time, stripped to the waist, "washed
up", shaved and brushed his teeth every morning. Baths were once a week if
that often, on Saturdays, and work clothes, including socks and
underwear, were usually worn for two or three days. No deodorant or after
shave was usually worn either. We were lucky we had an indoor bathroom
complete with a toilet and sink to wash up in, most people in rural America
at that time didn't.

Consequently and lucky for me by day three Grandaddy's socks would be stiff
with sweat and the scent of his big socked feet was at its strongest.
Even now just thinking about his dark argyle cotton socks, he always wore
brown or dark blue ones, stiff with sweat, a little worn at the heel and
toe, and remembering the smell, and the look of them gives me an erection.
He looked, acted, and smelled like a man. Grandaddy was all man and hot as
hell!

Once Grandaddy finished his whiskey and water he would tell me it was time
to lay down. Grandaddy would lower the radio and we would lay at opposite
ends of the sofa with our heads on the pillows I brought from my bed.

Grandaddy would lay on his side and facing out from the sofa, his back
against the back of the sofa, with his knees bent and both of his feet on
the same pillow as my head. I would be behind him in the crook of his legs
with my back also against the back of the sofa and my head facing his feet.

No sooner would his head hit the pillow and I would him softly snoring and
I knew he was out cold and sound asleep. As Grandma said it took a lot to
wake Grandaddy up. Then what I had been anxiously awaiting for all day
would begin.

I would bury my face in Grandaddy's socked feet just inhaling and enjoying
his masculine scent and the scent of him just overwhelmed me and I couldn't
think of anything else. His feet were so big that the  heels of his feet
would be on my chest and his toes would extend beyond the top of my head.
I'd slide his feet down until i could bury my nose in the ball of his feet
and between his big toe and the next toe where his scent was the strongest
and inhale deeply of his masculine scent. Wrapping  my arms around his feet
I would hold them as tight as possible to my face until I was intoxicated
by the smell. My cock would be hard as a rock and ache for relief as I
drifted off too sleep filled with scent of his feet.

Sometimes Grandaddy would remove his socks while sipping his whiskey and
cut his toe nails. Then he would put his socks back on before we lied down
on the sofa. On those nights the scent of his feet and toes would be even
more intense and I would become so aroused that I would suck on his toes
thru the material of his socks. The taste and smell of him was so strong I
felt as if I'd burst and began to notice that my cock was not only rock
hard but was also leaking some type of fluid.

At the time I thought it was urine and was afraid i was going to piss in my
underwear. With each leak my body would shiver with excitement and I would
literally pass out into slumber after a few discharges of the fluid from my
cock. Over time the discharge of the fluid and shivering with
excitement happened more and more until it happened every time I was
enjoying Grandaddy's feet and I craved the sensation as much as craved
Grandaddy's big socked feet.

I was small for my age, 11,at the time, but I was getting bigger and
squeezing in behind Grandaddy on the sofa each night was becoming more
difficult but I craved the closeness of Grandaddy, the smell and taste of
his socked feet, and the sensations. Then one night it happened. I had my
first full orgasm on Grandaddy's socked feet. Life was never quite the same
again after that, it was better.

Grandaddy wasn't feeling well one night and when we lied down together on
the sofa he passed out as usual but was tossing and turning in his sleep. I
was patiently waiting for him to settle down before burying my face in his
socked feet as usual and the anticipation of doing so had my cock hard as a
rock. Suddenly he rolled over onto his back. Because he was so tall he
could never stretch out completely on the sofa and had to bend his knees
regardless of the position he was in wether on his side or on his back.

When he rolled over on to his back it forced me to roll on to my back under
his legs. He automatically bent his knees and now his left foot came
down square in the middle of my crotch and his right foot was on the side
of my head. He was moving his left foot back and forth across my crotch
seeking a final spot to rest it in I suppose but the sensation of his few
movements was like nothing I ever felt before and I desperately wanted the
feeling to continue.

He then stopped moving and continued snoring so I waited a few more minutes
to ensure he had settled down for the night. His left foot was still square
in the middle of my crotch but was no longer moving.

I took his left foot in both of my hands and started rubbing it on my
crotch and the sensations were indescribably good but I wanted to bury my
face in his right foot at the same time. I discovered very quickly that
while still lying on my back with his left foot in my crotch if I wrapped
my legs around his left leg it kept his left foot in place and humping my
ass upwards it created the same sensation. My hands were now free to pick
up his right foot and hold it tightly against my face. I was lost in a sea
of passion and began to vigorously hump the shit out of his one foot while
inhaling the scent of his other foot. The climax I had was so intense that
I yelled out his name and immediately passed out from the intensity of it.

I woke in my own bed the next morning as usual. When Grandma got home from
work she would wake up Grandaddy to go to their bed and he would carry me
to my own bed. I slept in the same room behind the fireplace that my daddy
and Uncle Billy shared growing up and in the same double bed.

That morning i remembered the events of the night before and couldn't wait
for tonight. I was a happy camper and was on cloud nine all day. Excited
with anticipation I had an erection all day long and couldn't focus nor
think of anything else but the events of the night before and how I
would do the same thing tonight.

Once I had my first climax with Grandaddy's socked feet I couldn't get
enough of them. When he lied down now at night I would remain seated on the
floor until he was asleep and snoring. If he fell asleep on his back I was
good to go. If he fell asleep on his side I would gently but forcefully
push on his chest encouraging him to roll over on to his back which he did
almost immediately but lately he just seemed to lay down on his back to
begin with.

I was in 7th heaven nightly and now having more than one orgasm a night
with Grandaddy's feet. I had also started removing one of his socks and
sucking on the bare toes of his one foot, sniffing the sock I had removed
while continuing to hump the shit out of his other foot.  I was having
sensory overload with the smell, taste, and feel of his feet. I just
couldn't get enough and now I didn't pass out after the first orgasm and
was having two or three a night within a few hours.

Sniffing, rubbing, kissing and humping his feet for hours before passing
out.

Yes I was small for my age and didn't weigh much and Grandaddy did sleep
soundly but who could sleep thru that? I found out years later Grandaddy
wasn't asleep at all.

I couldn't wait for Uncle Billy to come home on leave from the Navy and
Great Uncle Willy to visit again so I could have the same fun with their
socked feet that I had with Grandaddy's.

Granite Mac