Date: Tue, 11 May 2010 20:39:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Living With Grandpa, Part 2

This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males. If material of
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if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read
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  This story is purely a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to person's
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Mark Stevens
Jetdesk2@yahoo.com


Living With Grandpa, Part 2


	How long we sat on the porch after Grandpa had received the
telephone call, I had no idea. Neither of us spoke a word. I felt Grandpa
wrap his arms around me, and I pressed tightly to him. He was the only
thing I had to cling to, the only person that made me feel safe, and I was
not going to let go of him.
	Finally, after the sun had disappeared completely out of sight
leaving us surrounded in darkness, I heard my grandpa call out my name.
	"Josh?"
	"Yeah," I answered. My face was pressed against him, and the words
sounded muffled as I spoke.
	"I need to make some telephone calls. Do you want to go inside with
me? Or, would you rather stay out here?"
	I pulled back and said, "I want to go with you."
	I stood to my feet and watched as he got up from the porch. He
didn't say a word. I quietly followed him inside the house.
	I sat on the couch and listened as he talked on the telephone. One
of the calls he made was to the man I knew as my dad's lawyer. I hadn't
realized that Dad and Grandpa used the same lawyer. Grandpa had some legal
questions, I guess.
	A few minutes later Grandpa ended his telephone conversation. He
joined me on the couch and said, "You will stay with me. Jay is going to
work out the details all the way around."
	Jay was the name of his lawyer.
	"Can I stay with you, Grandpa?"
	He and I both knew the answer to that question. Neither one of us
had anyone else.
	"Of course you can, Josh."
	I looked at my grandpa. I knew exactly how old he was. He had
turned forty-four in the spring. I wondered if he really wanted me to come
live with him. He had been alone for a long time, and he was use to being
by himself.
	"I promise not to cause any problem," I said.
	A sudden look of tenderness showed on my grandfather's face. "Josh,
you have never caused a problem for me."
	I sat there on the couch and listened as he made a couple more
phone calls. Finally he came back and sat on the couch beside me. As we had
on the porch earlier, we sat there next to each other, not speaking, just
feeling the presence of the other, and sharing what little comfort we could
give.
	Much later Grandpa said, "Are you about ready for bed, Josh? We
should try and get some sleep."
	Although I didn't feel very sleepy, I nodded my head, and after he
had turned the lights out, I followed him up the stairs.
	When we reached the top, Grandpa turned to me and said, "Do you
want to be alone tonight, Josh? Perhaps you have things to think about?"
	"I want to sleep with you, Grandpa," I said.
	"Then get dressed and come to my room."
	I hurried to my room and pulled my clothes off. I jumped into my
sleeping shorts and hurried down the hall to Grandpa's room. He had turned
his bed back, and I could hear him in his bathroom brushing his teeth. I
crawled in bed and pulled the cover up to my neck.
	"There you are," he said a few minutes later when he returned.
	He crawled in bed next to me and reached for the lamp beside the
bed. He shut the light off and fell back in bed. I felt his arms reach
around me, and I snuggled next to him, my body relaxing next to his. All of
a sudden I felt safe once more. I closed my eyes and fell to sleep almost
immediately, knowing he was close by and would be there if I needed him.
	When I woke up the next morning, Grandpa was gone. I could still
smell his scent in the room, but he was no where to be found. I threw back
the covers. My bladder was begging for relief, and I hurried into my
grandpa's bathroom. My cock was hard from needing to pee, and I aimed it
down to the toilet bowl. As my stream started I could feel my cock starting
to go down in my hand. By the time I had finished, it was completely
soft. As I shook it off, I looked down between my legs. What was that, I
wondered? I looked again. I was shocked to see four tiny hairs growing to
one side of my cock. As I studied them, I saw that they were just barely
through the skin, but I could tell they were going to be really dark brown,
maybe even black.
	I thought of my grandpa. He had so much body hair all over him, and
it was so thick and really black. I wondered if I were going to look like
him. I hoped so. I wasn't exactly sure just why, but for some reason I
really enjoyed looking at Grandpa's naked body. How I did hope I would look
like him some day!
	I hurried to my room and dressed. I pulled on a pair of jean shorts
and threw a tank top over my head. I hurried down the stairs.
	When I came into the kitchen, I was surprised to discover Grandpa
sitting at the table. He was drinking his coffee. The plate before him was
empty.
	He smiled at me and said, "You're up earlier than usual."
	"And you're not outside working," I pointed out.
	"I had some things to do here," he told me. "I think we'll sort of
take things a little easy today. We may even take a few days off," he
added. He drained his coffee cup and stood to his feet. "Are you hungry,
Josh?"
	I was suddenly surprised that I actually was. I told him so.
	"Good, I'll fix you some breakfast."
	The rest of the day crawled by, and, somehow, we survived
it. Grandpa made several more telephone calls, and he also received some. I
guess my dad had been quite successful in the business world, and although
I had not a clue what it was all about, Grandpa seemed to know, and he
seemed to know just what to do.
	The only thing I knew was I was glad he was there to take care of
me.



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	It took several days to wind things down. Grandpa arranged for a
small service, and what few friends Mom and Dad had, along with my
Grandpa's friends, attended. A lot of them knew my Dad when he was a
boy. Mom had been from another state, and she had no living relatives. I
sat beside Grandpa in the service and tried to force myself to think about
happy times I had shared with my parents.
	Afterward we returned to the ranch, and several of my grandfather's
friends came with us. Some of the ladies had cooked food, and they brought
it to share with everyone.
	It was a long day, and when the last person had finally left that
evening, my grandpa sighed. "I think the world of those people, but I think
I'm ready for some peace and quiet. How about you, Josh?" he asked.
	"I am. I think I'm ready for a shower. Could I watch television in
your room, Grandpa?"
	Grandpa looked at me. I think he was kind of worried about me. "If
that's what you want, Josh," he told me.
	"It is."
	"Then go get your shower and I'll straighten up down here. I'll be
up soon."
	I hurried up stairs to my room. I grabbed some shorts and started
for the bathroom that joined my bedroom. Then I had an idea. I suddenly
thought it would be great to use the shower in Grandpa's room.
	I hurried down the hall and into his room. I tossed my clean shorts
on the bed and hurried into the bathroom. I quickly stepped out of my
clothes and adjusted the water. When the temperature was right, I stepped
under the spray. As I stood there, I enjoyed the feeling the needles gave
as they massaged my body. I reached for the soap and starting soaping my
chest down. When my hands reached the area just above my cock, I looked
down. I studied the little black hairs that grew there, trying to decide if
they were any longer. I had only discovered them just a few days ago, but I
thought they looked longer. As I ran the bar of soap across them, I could
feel the tiny tickling sensation the created against my fingers. I was
surprised to see my cock suddenly shoot out, hard in one breath. I wondered
what had caused that. It just did that sometimes, and I really didn't know
why. It felt the same way it did when I woke up every morning, and I needed
to pee so badly.
	I finished scrubbing my body down, and stood under the spray to
wash the soap off. By the time the soap had ran down the drain, my cock was
back down to its normal size. I was glad. I really didn't want Grandpa to
see me while it was pointing up from my stomach.
	I dried off, and still naked, I walked back into the bathroom. I
discovered Grandpa sitting on the side of the bed.
	Smiling, he asked, "You all finished? I think I'll clean up a bit
too."
	"All done," I said.
	I suddenly remembered the hair that was starting to grow "down
there", and I felt a little embarrassed. I reached for my shorts and
quickly stepped into them.
	If Grandpa noticed the hair, which I don't think he did, he never
said anything. He stood to his feet and headed for the bathroom. "The
remote's on the table beside the bed," he told me. You can choose what
we'll watch."
	I grabbed the remote and hit the bed. With my back propped up by
pillows, I turned the television on. I soon found a movie I wanted to
watch, and I was getting into it big time when Grandpa walked out of his
bathroom. I watched as he walked over to the bed. Like me, he was naked,
and his body still had little droplets of water on the tip of his thick
body hair. His black hair looked even darker from being wet.
	He walked over and pulled a pair of shorts from a drawer in his
dresser. He pulled them up, but not before I got one last look at his thick
cock. For some reason, I really enjoyed the way it stood out surrounded by
all that thick black, and now matted hair.
	"Something good on?" he asked. He crawled in bed next to me, and,
like I had done, he propped himself up with pillows.
	The movie lasted a couple of hours, and by the time it was over, I
felt like I could sleep for a month. The last few days had not been easy
for either of us, and I felt as if I had been working in one of Grandpa's
fields for a month non stop.
	I said, "Grandpa?"
	Grandpa had just turned the light out, and the room was suddenly
dark. "What, Josh?"
	"Will you hold me while I go to sleep?"
	"Of course, Josh, I'll always be here for you."
	Feeling his warm body behind me, I felt safe, and fell asleep
almost at once.
	I moved in my sleep. Something had disturbed me, and I didn't know
what it was. Suddenly my eyes came open. I could feel Grandpa's arms still
holding me. I could see the clock on the table beside me. It was four
a.m. I had been sleeping for about four hours.
	I could hear Grandpa breathing behind me. I could feel his breath
as it hit the back of my neck. It felt so comforting just knowing he was
close to me, there to protect me, and I felt myself starting to drift back
to sleep.
	Suddenly, I felt something next to me, and it didn't feel like my
grandpa. I wasn't exactly sure what it was, I just knew I hadn't felt it
before when he snuggled with me. Suddenly I felt something move behind
me. I moved my right hand, bringing it from my side and reaching behind
me. I could feel Grandpa next to me, and at first I was relieved knowing it
was him. I moved my hand slowly down between my back and his
stomach. Suddenly I felt something. As my hands touched it, I could feel
the material of Grandpa's shorts. Whatever this was, it was poking me
through his shorts.
	Suddenly I realized what I was touching. Shit! I thought to
myself. I quickly removed my hand from between us. Without realizing just
why, I pulled away from him. My grandfather's cock was hard. It reminded me
of the way my own cock would suddenly grow at times. I had no idea
Grandpa's cock got hard like that.
	I guess when I pulled away from him I must have jumped a little,
because suddenly I was startled to hear my grandfather's voice.
	"Are you okay, Josh?" he asked.
	My mouth was suddenly very dry, and I didn't know if I could even
get words to come out. Finally I said, "I had a bad dream."
	Grandpa pulled me tightly to him. "It's okay, I'm here. Dreams
can't hurt you," he assured me.
	Lying close to him once more, I discovered that his cock had gone
down, and for a moment, I wondered if I had just dreamed the whole thing
up.
	"Go back to sleep, Josh," Grandpa said. His words had a soothing
effect, and I was soon sleeping once more, his arms wrapped around me,
keeping me safe.
	The next morning when I opened my eyes, I was surprised to find
that Grandpa was still in bed. Usually he was up and had accomplished quite
a bit of his morning by the time I was down stairs. Even though he still
had his arms wrapped around me, his body was away from mine.
	"Morning, Josh," he greeted me.
	"Good morning, Grandpa."
	I stretched my body and then leaned back into him. I felt him pull
away.
	"You okay?" I asked.
	"Yep, just need to pee. When you lean into me, it makes me need to
pee even more," he told me.
	"Then go pee."
	"I will in a minute. It's kind of nice just lying here," he added.
	Before he could stop me, I pushed against him. Just touching him
always made me feel so safe, so secure. This time he didn't pull away, and
as my back pushed into him, I gave a startled jump. I felt the same
hardness back there I had during the night.
	"Grandpa, is that why you need to pee?" I asked. Years later I
would remember asking him that, and I would think "How stupid I was!"
	"What's that?" he asked. I think he pretended not to hear me.
	"Well, when I wake up and need to pee, it makes me feel the same
way."
	"It's just a natural thing to happen, I think." That was all he
said.
	We laid there talking for a time, and finally he threw the covers
back. Crawling out of bed, he said, "I've got to pee, and there's no doubt
about it."
	I watched him walk across the room, and even though he had his back
to me, I was pretty sure his cock was trying to get loose out of his
shorts. And for some reason, seeing that, made me feel as if I had to pee
all the more. My own cock became harder, and I was afraid I might pee the
bed if Grandpa didn't finish soon in the bathroom
	When he returned to the bedroom nothing was standing up in his
shorts. I guess when he peed, it went down, the same way mine always did.
	I needed to pee, and I needed to badly, so I jumped out of the bed
not even caring that my cock was hard and pressing against my shorts. After
all, from the looks of Grandpa, I guess that just was a guy thing.
	When I came out of the bathroom, done peeing, Grandpa had left the
room. I hurried to my room and dressed and joined him in the kitchen.
	"What are we going to do today, Grandpa?" I asked.
	"We're going to eat breakfast, and then I have some things I need
to do in town. Do you want to go with me? You can, or you can stay here and
watch television. Your choice," he said with a smile.
	I was thoughtful for a moment. "I might just stay here," I decided.
	For just a moment a look of concern shown on his face, and when he
spoke, he said, "Don't go near the pond, okay? I'd feel safer if you never
went up there alone until you are a little older."
	Grinning, I asked, "How much older do I need to be?"
	"At least twenty," he answered.
	"Smart ass," I teased.
	"They tell me it takes one to know one."
	He soon had breakfast ready, and after enjoying scrambled eggs and
toast, I told him I would clean up and he could get started for town.
	"Behave," he said and left.
	I cleaned the kitchen up and put things back where they
belonged. Then I went into the den and turned the television on. Day time
television sucks, even with cable, and I soon turned it off. Already I was
bored. It was one thing to have Grandpa around, to tease with, and do
things with, and entirely different to be alone, out in the country, in the
middle of nowhere. Not another person was around except me.
	As I lay there on the couch I began to think about the night before
when I had first felt my grandfather's hard cock between us. And then again
this morning I felt it again. The more I thought about it and how hairy he
was, the more I thought about the hair that had started growing near my own
dick. I was becoming obsessed with it, almost demanding it to start growing
and be as thick as it was on my grandpa.
	I suddenly jumped to my feet and ran up the stairs. I went into my
room and pulled my shorts down. I wanted to see if the little curls of
black hair were any longer than they had been just this morning when I
watched them as I peed in the pot.
	I looked down and studied the black strands. The longer I looked at
them, the more I was convinced they were as long as they would ever be. It
would be my luck they would be short, and not thick, like Grandpa's were.
	I walked into the bathroom that joined my room. I decided a nice
hot shower would feel good to my body. It didn't matter that I had had a
bath just before going to bed the night before. I wanted another one now.
	I turned on the water and stepped in under the spray. The hot
needles hit my body hard leaving my skin feeling tingly all over. As the
water started massaging the skin that ran from the base of my dick to the
tip, I was surprised to see it starting to grow hard. It had done this one
other time, but the minute I was through with my shower it went away. This
time, the longer the needles teased it, the harder it became. I took the
bar of soap and started rubbing all around that area. I think for some
reason I thought the more I washed that area, the longer the hair would
grow. I soaped heavily all around the area and decided to lather my cock
up. It smelled a little like pee, and I thought a wash job would do it
good. I smeared soap from the tip to the base, and was quite surprised at
how good it felt as I washed it. I would start at the base and work the
soap suds to the tip, then head back down for the base. At first it just
felt pleasant, and I thought I was just enjoying getting it
cleaned. However, the more I worked my soapy fingers back and forth, up and
down, the better it began to feel. Shit, it had never felt this good when I
washed it before, I thought.
	The water had washed a big part of the soap off, so I reached for
the bar and lathered my hands up once more. Then I stepped away from the
spray and started coating it with more soap.
	I was so caught up with washing my dick that suddenly I thought I
might pass out. I felt really light headed. At the same time, I continued
soaping my cock, smearing the suds with my fingers. Suddenly something
seemed to hit me just above my dick. For a moment it felt as if someone had
doubled up their fist and slammed me a good one. It took my breath
away. Then the pressure was replaced by a strange sensation, a feeling I
had never felt before. Again, I thought I might pass out. Suddenly I
thought I was going to pee right there in the shower. I looked down afraid
I would see pee coming out of my dick. There was no pee, just a little bit
of something sticky. It was clear with no color at all, and especially
didn't look like pee.
	In just a matter of seconds the feeling was gone, and everything
seemed to be returning to normal. Even my cock started going down a few
minutes later.
	"What the hell just happened?" I spoke the words out loud.
	I washed the soap off my body and a few minutes later, I stepped
out and dried my body. I wasn't sure what had just happened, but whatever
it was, if it was going to happen every time I washed my cock, then, shit,
I was going to wash that sucker several times a day! Hell, I might just
stay in the shower the rest of my life!


End Part 2
Tell me what you think, guys.

Mark Stevens