Date: Sat, 20 Apr 2013 15:30:59 -0400
From: Mac Smith <granitemac@gmail.com>
Subject: Grandaddy's Feet - Part 7

This story was written about the author's life. Parts of it are true and
parts of it are purely the author's imagination.
Names and locations have been changed for privacy reasons.
The author was young when he became sexually active however he does not
condone nor encourage sex with minors.
Please do not reproduce, circulate, or print the story without prior
approval from the author.
If you are under the legal age to be reading material that is sexual in
nature please stop here.
Always practice safe sex between consenting adults.

Grandaddy's Feet - Part 7

Grandma woke me up at 9 AM in the morning because she was concerned as I
never sleep that late. I just smiled at her, said I was fine, never felt
better, and would be right out for breakfast.

I laid there for a few minutes thinking about what transpired yesterday and
trying to sort it all out. Yeah my ass was sore but no regrets and couldn't
wait to do it again with both Grandaddy and Uncle Billy. The sex aside I
really did respect, admire, and love both of these good men and was lucky
to have them in my life.

After breakfast I headed out to the woodpile. It was hot as blazes out and
I stripped to the waist. Like Grandaddy and Uncle Billy I was becoming
brown as a walnut from the waist up and was white as a ghost from the waist
down.

I chopped and stacked until Grandma called me in for lunch. In the middle
of lunch Uncle Billy came in. I saw his blood shot eyes, could smell the
booze in the sweat coming from his body, saw the look on Grandma's face,
and was happy as hell that I wasn't going to get the lecture he was going
to get from Grandma.

I had overheard the lectures from her in the past that she'd given him on
similar occasions and to Grandaddy "She was a Christian woman and would not
tolerate her son, or husband depending on who she was lecturing, wallowing
in the evils of alcohol, being with fast women, or blaspheme. He better see
the Minister before he left to go back to the Navy and talk to him, etc."

What was hysterically funny was Uncle Billy did see the preacher every time
he was home on leave but not for what Grandma had in mind. Uncle Billy and
Grandaddy shared sex partners and the Minister was one of them. Uncle Billy
told me years later that the Minister  sucked cock like a Hoover and
couldn't get enough. Which I had already found out on my own after church
one day. We laughed like hell during that talk. The Minister had sucked
three generations of MacGranite cock and been fucked by all three as well.

Uncle Billy joined me at the woodpile and we fell into our usual rhythm of
chopping, stacking, and water breaks. During the second or third water
break he finally spoke. He said he felt like shit from too much booze and
to little sleep and had to walk home this morning. Then with a big shit
eating grin on his face he asked how my night was with Grandaddy.

I told him all about it including the fact that I was so tired I was in bed
by about 9 PM. Also that I was sure I heard the springs squeaking and moans
of pleasure coming from my Grandparents room later on.  He just laughed and
said Grandaddy was a healthy virile male and had I been up early enough I
would have heard Grandaddy whistling this morning which was a sure sign
that Grandaddy had a good time the night before.

It wasn't long before Grandaddy pulled up from work and joined us at the
woodpile. He reminded us to pack up after dinner and that he would be back
early tomorrow morning to pick us up.

Right after dinner Grandaddy drove Grandma to work. Uncle Billy
quickly packed up his gear, said he was exhausted, and needed some sleep so
was going to bed. I went out to the porch and waited for Grandaddy hoping
he wasn't to tired for some fun. I wasn't out there long when he pulled up
and asked me if I would help him pack up his gear. I went to get him his
whiskey but he said not to as he had to pick up Grandma after work and then
drive both of them to her sisters house. He asked where Uncle Billy was and
I told him. He smiled and said that the card party's at Old Pete's could be
exhausting.

As we packed up Grandaddy for our trip tomorrow he asked me if I enjoyed
myself the night before. I smiled and said hell yes and that I would like
to enjoy myself some more tonight if he was up to it. He just laughed and
said he enjoyed himself too and could use some more enjoyment tonight. I
was getting hard already.

Grandaddy sat down on the bed and asked me to remove his work boots. As I
did I noticed he still had the same dark Argyle socks on and the smell from
them had me leaking. I lifted one foot at a time and buried my face in each
socked foot inhaling his scent. He just rubbed my head and sighed.

Without being told too I immediately stripped and then started to undress
Grandaddy kissing, touching, and enjoying each part of his body as it was
revealed to me. When I pulled his TShirt up and over his head I gasped with
delight as his chest was exposed to me. It was even hairier than Uncle
Billy's. I lowered my face to it and began kissing his chest and softly
biting his nipples. He started moaning, held my head closely to him and
said to bite his nipples harder. The harder I bit the louder he moaned.
My hands wandered down to his crotch and I could feel he was hard as a
rock.

He stood up and I unbuckled and lowered his pants. His pleasure pole
immediately popped out of the fly of his boxers and I was on it before he
could even step out of his pants. I was sucking the head, kissing it,
jerking it, and squeezing it.

He pulled me off of his cock and told me to go get the jar of Vaseline. I
ran from the room and when I returned he was standing there naked with his
big ole Grandaddy cock curved up past his belly button. He told me to get
on the bed on my hands and knees with my ass facing him. His dirty socks
were on the bed.

I did as he said and buried my face in his dirty socks on the bed. The
scent of his socks plus his fingers working the Vaseline into my ass had me
purring like a cat. While he was lubing up my ass I was pushing back on
to his fingers trying to have them connect with my crazy button. He laughed
and said don't worry Squirt I know the spot  and he immediately found it
and began to massage my crazy button. Now I was really moaning and fucking
myself on his fingers.

He removed his fingers and I felt the head of his big cock pushing in to
me. As he pushed forward I pushed back and was impaled on his big pleasure
pole. He started slowly rotating his hips and his movements were giving me
wave after wave of intense pleasure. I was moaning and pushing back on his
cock. His hand was now gripping my shoulder and he pushed me all the way
back on to his cock and held me there and began to power fuck me. I could
feel and hear his big balls slapping on my ass.

As he brought me to that plateau of pleasure and continued to ravage my
ass he started talking dirty to me, telling me how much he loved fucking my
hot hole, asking me if I loved his big ole cock fucking me, and that he was
going to fuck me tonight until my balls were completely drained and I
begged him to stop.

I was moaning and drooling and sniffing his socks while he just continued
to power fuck me. I could feel my climax building and then  my cock just
started spraying cum everywhere as I called out his name over and over
again and he continued to fuck me. He stopped fucking me but only long
enough to roll me on to my back and started in again. My legs were now
running up his body, he leaned forward bending me in half, and commenced
making out with me.

His assault on my assed slowed but never stopped as his tongue explored the
inside of my mouth. I wrapped my arms around his back and could feel his
taught muscles. I could still smell his socks that were on the bed
along the side of my head, I could taste his tongue and spittle in my
mouth, hear the bed springs squeaking and his moaning and I just went
insane as his cock head continued to massage my crazy button.

I started pounding on his back with my fists, screaming at him to never
stop fucking me as I was having sensory overload. I bit down on his
shoulder blade sinking my teeth into him as I had an orgasm so intense it
hurt my balls and he just continued to fuck me. Just when I thought I
couldn't take any more his fucking me intensified to a speed I never
thought possible.  He was breathing heavy and the sounds of the bed springs
squeaking were so loud it drowned out all other sounds, he bellowed like
the bull that he was, drove his cock deep into me and filled my ass with
his cum. We just lied there locked together for a few moments with his cock
still inside of me and his sweat dripping down on me.

Grandaddy got off of me climbed up on the bed and sat with his back against
the headboard. I straddled him and sat on his lap with my head on his
shoulder and he rubbed my back. We just sat there for several minutes and I
enjoyed the scents in the room of him, of man sex, cum and ass juice
reflecting on the events the past week and listened to Grandaddy softly
whistling. He asked me to fetch his pipe, tobacco, and an ashtray which I
did.

While he filled his pipe and began smoking it I lied on my back between his
legs with my head at his feet. He bent his leg and placed one of his big
feet in my face and I began massaging it, licking it, sucking on his toes,
licking between each toe, and kissing his foot. First one foot then the
other and as I did so I could hear him puffing contentedly on his pipe and
softly sighing with pleasure.

I worked on his feet for a good 30 minutes and by the time I finished with
his second foot I was aroused again and wanted more of his big ole
Grandaddy cock. I got up and straddled him again and noticed he was hard
again also. He put his pipe down pulled me to his chest and started kissing
me. Our kisses this time were slow and sensuous without urgency and I could
feel his stiff cock in the crack of my ass.

He told me to stand up and squat over his cock while he adjusted his legs.
He bent his legs and planted his big feet firmly on the bed then held his
cock while I lowered myself on to it and I sat back against his legs with
my legs bent and feet flat on the bed. He started slowly thrusting upwards
into me as I sat with my eyes closed and just enjoyed each sensation. It
was a slow, deep, languorous pleasure that he was giving me and I was
mewling like a contented cat before a fire. I reached over, found his dirty
socks, held them to my face and inhaled the rich masculine scent of him.

Grandaddy now had my cock in his hand and was squeezing it tightly and I
could feel my orgasm building. He started jerking me off and using my feet
for leverage I started pushing up and lowering myself back down on to his
cock. I could feel his hairy legs on my back and we found our rhythm as I
rode his cock to that peak of pleasure. My body was shaking as wave after
wave of pleasure overtook me and I didn't want to cum because I didn't want
what I was feeling to ever end.

He started thrusting more rapidly and I could hear his heavy breathing and
the springs of the bed squeaking wildly and he unloaded inside of me.
The feeling of his hot cum shooting into me triggered a series of orgasms
in me that took shook my entire body and I just sat there on his cock until
they subsided and could feel his cock going soft inside of me. I rolled off
of him and he slid down the bed lying flat on his back with his feet
propped up on the footboard.

Sitting up I leaned forward and began kissing his face all over and thanked
him. He just smiled like he always did and said I should be thanking you. I
asked him if it was ok that I liked sex so much with him and Uncle Billy.
He said it was all new to me and I should partake of it as much as I wanted
to. It was healthy and normal for a guy my age to constantly want sex
and he also said I was wearing him and Uncle Billy both out as he laughed
and I joined him.

We sat there for awhile longer softly talking until he said he had to go
get Grandma from work and would see me in the morning. He got dressed and
we straightened up the bed.  After he left I went off to bed with Uncle
Billy.

I heard Uncle Billy snoring long before I opened the door to our room. He
was in his usual sleeping position - on his side, knees bent,  facing out.
I smiled looking down at him thinking he and Grandaddy were both so much
alike. They even slept alike. Do to their height they could never
completely stretch out on a bed or sofa but had to lie on their side and
with their legs bent at the knees just to fit.

I took a pillow and lied at the foot of the bed. Uncle Billy had the same
tan socks on he came home with. They were dried stiff with sweat and the
scent of his feet was now close to that of Grandaddy's. I buried my face in
his socked feet, held them close, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Granite Mac