Date: Mon, 10 May 2010 20:46:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Living With Grandpa

This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males. If material of
this nature offends you then you should not read this story.  Additionally,
if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read
this story by law.
  This story is purely a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to person's
living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely
coincidental.
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Mark Stevens
Jetdesk2@yahoo.com



Living with Grandpa, Part 1


	My name is Josh Lambert. When I was ten years something happened
that would change my life forever. My parents, Bob and Marie Lambert were
away on a trip and I was staying with my grandpa on his ranch. It wasn't
uncommon for me to stay with him when my parents were out of town. My
grandmother had died when I was five, and my grandfather, being alone,
enjoyed having me spend time with him. He lived miles out in the country,
the nearest town being thirty miles away. My grandpa's name was Todd
Lambert, and even though he didn't seem so at the time, he was actually
very young. He had been seventeen when my father was born, and, as history
repeats itself often, my father had been seventeen when I was born.
Therefore, when I had been born, my Grandpa Todd had been thirty-four.
Because he was so young, I always enjoyed coming to stay with him. He was
always full of energy, always willing to play with me, take me places, and
keep me entertained. In later years, after I became an adult, I wondered
how he had managed to spend so much time with me. He had a full time job
just keeping his ranch running smoothly, yet, when I visited him, he always
had time for me.
	 I celebrated my tenth birthday at Grandpa's. He gave me a big
party, ice cream, cake, and all of the trimmings. Afterward, my parents
told me goodbye and headed out on their trip.
	"We'll see you in two weeks, Josh," my mother said. She gave me a
kiss on the cheek.
	I tried to pull away from her. "Mom, stop that," I told her. "I'm
too old for you to kiss me."
	My dad dropped to his knee and said, "Guys are never too old for a
kiss."
	Although he didn't give me a kiss, he did pull me close and hugged
me tightly. "Are you going to mind your grandpa?"
	"He always does," Grandpa assured my father.
	They soon got into the care and headed for the main road, leaving
the ranch, and the two of us, my grandpa and me, behind. We waved until the
car finally disappeared from sight, a cloud of dust making the car
disappear.
	My grandpa lowered his hand and looked at me. He grinned, and said,
"Now our vacation starts."
	The next few days passed by rather quickly. Grandpa was up each
morning by six o'clock. He believed in starting his day really early. I, on
the other hand, was quite content to come down stairs anytime after
eight. Grandpa would always fix a big breakfast, and leave mine on the
stove for me to eat when I was ready for it.
	Grandpa would finish up whatever it was he had to do outside, and
before noon, he would be back, and the rest of the day would be ours, to do
whatever we chose to do.
	About a mile from the house, in the "lower pasture", as Grandpa
liked to call it, was a nice sized pond. On the second day of my stay,
grandpa asked if I would like to go swimming.
	"I'd like that," I assured him. The summer before I had learned how
to swim, and I loved spending time in water.
	"Well, after our lunch settles a bit, we'll take the truck and head
up to the `lower pasture'. Did you bring swim trunks?"
	I shook my head. I had forgotten that he liked to swim in the
pond. "I have plenty of regular shorts," I hastened to say.
	Grandpa stood to his feet. We had finished our lunch. As he carried
the dishes to the sink, he said, "Won't matter, there's plenty of privacy
up there. I usually go ass naked. You okay with that?"
	At ten, whatever your grandfather says, well, you have to agree
with it. After all, he is your grandpa!
	"Sounds great," I told him.
	I helped him clean the kitchen up, and when we had finished,
Grandpa said, "Why don't you run upstairs and grab a couple of towels from
the linen closet? I think by the time we get to the pond, our food will be
settled enough." As he spoke the words, his eyes twinkled.
	I did as he asked. I hauled ass up the stairs two at a time, pulled
two towels out of the closet and fairly flew back down the stairs. I ran
through the kitchen and out the back door. I saw Grandpa sitting in the old
truck he used to travel around the ranch, and I joined him, slamming the
door loudly as I took a seat next to him.
	"You ready?"
	I nodded.
	Grandpa started the old truck, and we took off. We were headed for
the "lower pasture", and I was excited, thinking about swimming in the cool
pond water. This would be my first time to swim there, since I had only
learned to swim the summer before.
	"You're sure you can swim good enough to do this?"
	I could hear concern in his voice.
	"Grandpa," was all I said.
	"Well, how would it be if I had to tell your folks you drowned?
Would sort of ruin their trip, I dare say." His eyes twinkled.
	"I love you, Grandpa."
	"I love you, too, Josh."
	Grandpa drove on, and I think he hit ever bump there was between
the house and the pond. By the time he stopped near the water, I felt as if
I had been riding a horse and had worked like crazy to stay on and not fall
off.
	I watched Grandpa as he opened the pick up door and slid his feet
to the ground. I followed him, my own body sliding past the steering wheel,
my feet landing on the ground with a plop. I walked a couple of feet behind
my grandfather, and suddenly, as I thought about swimming with him in the
pond, I realized I had never seen him naked before. Nor had he seen me, if
I remembered correctly. Suddenly I felt a little shy, maybe even a bit
uncomfortable.
	Grandpa walked over to a big wooden table. He had built it a long
time ago, and often, when we visited, we would come up here for a picnic. I
watched as he laid the towels down. Suddenly I was aware of my grandpa, and
how nice looking he actually was. I had never given it much thought
before. He was just Grandpa. I thought about my Grandmother. I hardly
remembered her at all. Suddenly, I wondered why he had never remarried. I
knew it was lonesome way out here in the country.
	"You ready to hit the water?" Grandpa asked.
	I watched as he pulled his tee shirt up over his head. He tossed it
on the table. I couldn't help but notice the thick mat of black hair that
started at the base of his neck, right in align with his shoulder. The
further it went down his stomach, the thicker it got. It seemed to stop
where his jeans lay pressed tightly around his body.
	Grandpa Todd looked at me and grinned. "Boy, are you just going to
stand there, or are you going swimming?"
	I came to, and my eyes met his. When I didn't make a move to start
undressing, he asked, "Are you embarrassed to get buck naked in front of
me?"
	I shook my head. "I don't think so." Now, talk about a dumb answer!
	"You shouldn't be," he told me. "After all, it's only natural that
a couple of farm guys see each other naked now and then."
	His words put me at ease, and I quickly followed his lead. I tossed
my shirt off. It landed on the table next to his. Without stopping to think
about it, I reached down and pulled my shorts and briefs down at the same
time. As I stepped out of them, I looked up and discovered Grandpa standing
before me, completely naked.
	I couldn't help it. My eyes aimed at his hairy chest, and they
quickly traveled down his body, noting that the further I looked, the more
hair he had on his body. I looked at my own body. My chest was smooth, and
even around my cock there was no sign of hair.
	Grandpa must have realized what I was doing. He said, "Don't worry,
Josh, your body will change. You're dad looked just like you when he was
your age, and as he got older, his body changed a lot.
	Before I realized it, I heard the words out of my mouth. "I hope
so. I hate this skinny body."
	"Trust me, you will change." Grandpa held out his hand. "Shall we
hit the water, Josh?"
	As I followed Grandpa into the shallow end of the pond the water
felt good. However, as it crept up my legs, and suddenly hit my balls, it
felt as if something cold stabbed its way through my body. A giant shiver
went all through me.
	Grandpa asked, "Are you cold?"
	"A little," I answered, my teeth chattering.
	"Move about, force the blood to move through you."
	I did as he said, and soon, the water felt much different. It was
the first time I had ever swum naked, and, for a ten year old boy, I found
that quite exciting. Beside Grandpa's moving body, I stroked my way through
the now not so cold water, my hands and legs causing me to glide smoothly,
almost skimming the top, as we made our way from one side to the other.
	As I swam, I felt the water massaging my body, and when my feet
touched the bottom after reaching the other side, I was suddenly
embarrassed. Sometime during my swim, my cock had grown between my legs,
and now, I could feel it standing out, aiming its way through the water.
	"You ready to get out for a bit?" Grandpa asked.
	Without thinking, my hands dropped in the water. They found my hard
cock, and I quickly pulled away. "I think I'll stay in for a bit," I
answered. "The water feels great."
	Grandpa looked at me, but he didn't say anything. He just stood
there, running his hands in a semi circle back and forth at his side.
	A few minutes later he asked me, "Josh, are you enjoying this? Do
you actually enjoy swimming?"
	"I do, Grandpa," I assured him.
	He looked at me closely and asked, "So, what do you think about
swimming naked?"
	"It's different. I kind of like it," I added, a shy grin forming on
my lips.
	"There's nothing like it," Grandpa agreed. "No matter how tired I
get from working the ranch, I can come up here, strip off and hit the
water, and in a matter of minutes, well, I can't tell you how good it makes
me feel."
	Touching my dick once more, I said, "I think I know how you feel. I
sort of feel the same way."
	We swam some more, and finally, my cock went down, and once more, I
felt I could step out of the water.
	"You about ready to head back to the house, Josh?"
	Suddenly I remembered what he had looked like as he stood before me
naked, just before we went into the water, and I wanted to look at him once
more.
	"Could we spend a little time in the sun, Grandpa?"
	Grandpa seemed surprised. "Do you mean sunbathe?" he asked.
	I nodded.
	"Sure, if that's what you want to do, then that's what we'll do."
	We stepped out of the water and walked over to the table. We each
grabbed a towel and, finding a grassy spot, threw the towel down. I lay on
my towel on my stomach, conscious that my ass was there for Grandpa to
see. Of course, I could turn and see his hairy butt as it waved to
me. Grandpa's ass was covered in a thick coat of black hair. Like with his
chest, it covered his back rather thickly and made its way down to his
butt. I tried not to stare as I admired it. Even his crack had a row of
tiny black hairs. They completely lined his crack, and suddenly I wondered
what they would feel like if I rubbed it.
	"Josh?"
	"Huh?" I was suddenly brought out of my thoughts.
	"I don't know where you were, but I think you were a long ways from
here."
	"Not really," I answered. "Just doing some thinking," I added.
	Grandpa was silent for a moment. Finally he said, "You seem
fascinated by my body hair."
	It was a quiet statement, but it caused a giant explosion in my
brain. I just looked at Grandpa and didn't speak.
	"Do you want body hair when you grow up?"
	"I hadn't give it much thought before, but, now that I've seen you,
I kind of think I would like it." I was trying to be as honest with him as
I could.
	"Just hang in there, it will come. Maybe sooner than you think," he
added with a grin.
	We spent the next hour or so talking and enjoying the warm air as
it dried our bodies. Finally we got dressed and went back to the house.
	We took our showers, dressed, and then I helped Grandpa prepare
dinner. As I put glasses on the table and went for the plates, I caught my
grandpa looking at me. His eyes seemed to be following every move I made
back and forth across the kitchen.
	"What?" I finally asked.
	"Can't I just watch you?" he asked me.
	I shrugged my shoulders. "Whatever makes you happy," I grinned
back.
	Later, our meal over, I helped him clean up, and we went into the
den to watch television. Life on the ranch was exhausting to me and an hour
or so later I suddenly realized I was only catching part of the program. I
would sometimes drift off for minutes at a time, and then suddenly I'd jump
and force my eyes open.
	"Maybe you should head to bed," Grandpa said softly. "Life on the
ranch seems to be wearing you out," he added with a smile.
	Suddenly I felt myself move. I opened my eyes and discovered
Grandpa had picked me up in his arms. He started for the stairs.
	The words came out of me sleepily, "Grandpa?"
	"Yeah, Josh?"
	"Can I sleep in your bed tonight?"
	"Is that what you want?" he asked quietly.
	"It's a long ways down the hall to my bed," I said. I closed my
eyes and rested my head against his shoulder.
	"If that's where you want to sleep tonight, then it's all right
with me."
	With me still in his arms, Grandpa pulled the cover back on his
bed. I felt him place me on the sheet. He pulled the top cover up over me.
	"Night, Josh," he said.
	"Are you coming to bed soon?" I asked. My eyes were already closed.
	"I'll be up in a bit," he answered.
	This routine went on for the next couple of days. We would start
our day as we always had Grandpa with an early breakfast, and me with a
later one. Sometimes I would help with some of the projects on the ranch,
and every afternoon we would go swimming in the "lower pasture". Soon I was
completely comfortable being naked in front of him, and even though I still
admired his body, enjoyed the hairy view he gave, it suddenly felt like we
had always shared these naked moments with each other. It quickly became a
part of us, of our lives.
	At evening time we would have our meal, watch our television, and
sometimes, rather than television we would play checkers. I would even
manage to beat him several times, and even though I sort of felt like he
"let" me beat him, I still enjoyed doing it.
	We would end our day with him either carrying me up the stairs, or
I would follow him sleepily into his room where we continued sleeping next
to each other. Somehow, we both found it comforting just knowing each of us
was on our side of the bed.
	For a ten year old boy, to say this was the perfect world would
have been an understatement. I was the happiest I had ever been in my life,
especially with my parents away. They had been gone for a week by this
time, and usually it was along about now that I began to feel a bit of
homesickness. However, this time, I was having such a good time with my
grandpa that I was not missing them in the least. In fact, I was starting
to feel a little sad thinking that they would return the following
week. The days were flying by at such a rapid pace that I could hardly
believe time was running out.
	I had no idea at all.


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	It was the following evening. Dinner was over, and I had gone out
to sit on the porch. The day had been really hot, and now, as the sun made
its way over the trees behind the house, the air was starting to cool
down. I took a deep breath and looked all around me. How good it felt to be
here taking all of this in.
	Suddenly the door opened, and I saw Grandpa standing in the door
way. Usually he called out some kind of smart ass greeting. This time,
however, he just looked at me and there was absolutely no smile on his
face. In fact, his face seemed to be frozen, unmoving.
	"Grandpa, is something wrong?" I jumped to my feet.
	I watched as he came out to the porch. He told me to sit back down,
and he joined me on the step.
	"We need to talk, Josh."
	I could hardly hear the words he spoke.
	"Okay." I didn't know what else to say.
	I watched as Grandpa took a deep breath. "Josh, I received a
telephone call just now."
	I asked, "From Mom and Dad?" Inside I thought, "Shit, they're
coming home sooner then they had planned. Our time is going to be up."
	Grandpa reached out his hand and placed it on my knee. "Not from
your parents," he sighed. "I wish it had been."
	Suddenly I felt something was awfully wrong. "What is it, Grandpa?"
	"The call was from the State Police in Colorado."
	Colorado was the state my parents had traveled to.
	"There's been an accident, Josh. You're Dad and Mom, they," his
voice faltered, and he didn't continue.
	"But they are okay, right?" I had to speak those words, had to
believe what I was saying.
	"No, Josh, they're not okay. They are both dead."
	I heard those words, and the world seemed to stop before me. Time
stood still, and I thought my heart actually stopped beating for a
time. Suddenly I was aware of my grandfather's arms pulling me to him, and
together, our tears fell along our cheeks and our world was stopped by
sadness.
	How long we sat there I don't have a clue. All I knew was that
words simply failed us. We were numb, neither one of us feeling a thing
except emptiness as if a giant void had come down from the sky and
swallowed us both completely. For now, neither of us had any questions. All
we could do was comfort the other best as we could.

End Part one. If you think this story has possibilities, let me know.

Mark Stevens

Jetdesk2@yahoo.com