Date: Tue, 18 May 2010 17:24:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Living With Grandpa, Part 3

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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has been posted, without the consent of the author.

Mark Stevens
Jetdesk2@yahoo.com



Living With Grandpa, Part 3


	I hurried into the house. "I'm home, Grandpa," I called.
	I was answered by silence as I closed the door behind me. I hurried
out to the kitchen. School was hard work, and I was starved to death. I saw
a note on the bar.
	"Josh, I had to make a run into town. I should be back before
dark. I'll bring pizza with me."
	I laid Grandpa's note down and headed for the refrigerator. I took
out a coke, picked up a package of chips off the counter and hurried into
the den. I fell down on the couch and opened my chips. As I took a bite, I
looked around the room. I had been living with my grandfather for two years
now, and it seemed as if I had always lived here, that this had always been
my home. As time had passed, so had the memories of my life I had lived
before coming to live with Grandpa.
	I thought back to the summer I had come to stay with him. I had
been twelve years old, and my life had been shattered with the death of
both my parents. Grandpa had been devastated, same as me, but he quickly
took hold and became a mainstay in my young life. Now, at fourteen, I felt
very close to him. I loved him so much, and having lived with him these
past two years had made my love even stronger for him. There wasn't
anything I wouldn't do for him.
	We even slept in the same bed together. That was something that
started when my parents were killed, and we had continued doing it ever
since. Even from the very start I had enjoyed feeling his body next to me
in bed. At the time, I needed to feel safe, to be secure, and his presence
next to me in bed created just that for me.
	I finished my snack and headed up the stairs to my room. Even
though Grandpa and I slept together in his bed, I used my bedroom for
everything else. Grandpa had put a nice desk there so I could sit and do my
homework. I walked into my room and threw my books down on the desk. I had
homework, but rather than opening up my books, I fell on the bed.
	As I lay there I began to think about my grandpa. He was younger
than most grandfathers were, I was pretty sure. In fact, some of the kids
at school had parents older than he was. Grandpa had been seventeen when my
father was born, and, as luck would have it, my father had been seventeen
when I was born too. Grandpa was forty-six, and I would put him up to any
dad in my class at school. Working on the ranch he remained in good
shape. Although he didn't have muscles that rippled, his legs and arms were
very firm, and he always supported a dark tan from being out in the weather
so much. The hair on his head was black, with just a trace of gray starting
to show on the sides. To me, he looked very distinguishing, and I always
felt proud to be riding with him in the truck, and especially when I walked
with him through a store when I went to town with him.
	I thought about sleeping with him, and how good it felt to feel his
body next to me. I also had to admit to myself how much I enjoyed feeling
his cock as it rubbed next to me in the early morning hours before we got
up. The first time it happened was not long after we started sleeping
together. He was embarrassed and tried to not let me feel it. However,
without really saying much about it, I convinced him I didn't mind him
rubbing against me at all. So, after a time he seemed okay with letting me
feel him. At first I had been really surprised that he got hard like
that. I knew that I did, but I thought that was what boys did. I didn't
know that men were the same way that they woke up each morning hard and
needing to pee. After we had started sleeping together, Grandpa told me it
would probably be a good idea if we didn't tell anyone about it. He had
said that most people wouldn't understand it, and it might cause trouble. I
needed to be near him, because, like I said, that was what made me feel
really safe, so I wasn't about to do or say anything that would put a stop
to me sharing his bed.
	Thinking of Grandpa suddenly made my cock grow hard inside my
jeans. My body had begun its change shortly after I came to live with him,
and little tiny black hairs hard started to sprout up around my dick. Now,
two years later, I had a thick black bush surrounding my cock. I had seen
Grandpa naked several times, and he had a thick black bush too; however,
even as thick as mine was, it still wasn't as dense as his fur. He had told
me the first time I saw him naked that I would most likely be as hairy as
he was, that my father had been, and, from the looks of things, I was going
to be too.
	My cock got caught in a tangle of hair, and I quickly unzipped my
jeans and pulled my shorts down. My hard cock sprung out enjoying its
freedom. I looked down at myself. Even though the thick black hair had been
down there for a year, I still admired it each time I looked at it. I ran
my fingers through it enjoying the tickling sensation the black curls were
giving to my skin. The hair felt really course to me, and I could never get
enough of playing in it. I would fall to sleep each night with my hands
buried inside the waist band of my shorts and let my fingers nest in the
thick fur. It would usually make me hard, but I would force myself to go to
sleep. Usually before going to bed I would go in the bathroom and jack
off. If I didn't, just feeling Grandpa's body next to me would make me
hard.
	I wrapped my fingers around my cock and started to gently stroke
the hard shaft. With my other hand I started rubbing my balls. They felt
really tight and the skin was stretched tightly. I could feel the little
hairs that covered the sac, and I enjoyed their touch to my fingers. They
were still growing, so I was pretty sure that by the time I was grown I
would have a thick coating that covered the entire sac. Grandpa's balls
were covered completely in black hair, and when I looked at them I couldn't
even see the skin there was so much coating on them.
	The thought of the thick hair on his balls and the wide bush that
surrounded his dick suddenly caused my own cock to swell up. I was going to
shoot cum everywhere. As I stroked my cock I felt the first wave of the
"good feeling" course its way through my body. It started behind my groin,
in back of my bush and quickly spread through out my entire body. The first
rope of cum flew out the tip of my dick. I had pushed my shirt up on my
chest, and I felt the heavy splat of hot cum as it landed on my chest. Five
more shots landed one after the other, and by the time my cock had finished
erupting its thick creamy juice, I felt it begin to run down my stomach,
making its way into my tightly curled tangles. With my fingers I rubbed the
sticky stuff into my bush, causing the black curls to mat down next to my
skin.
	I laid there for a time just enjoying how good it felt after
shooting my load. Finally I decided to get up and hit the shower. I looked
at the clock beside my bed. Grandpa should be home soon. For a moment I had
the thought of remaining on the bed and let him catch me with a load of cum
in my cock hair. Then I changed my mind and headed for the shower. That
might be another time, I decided.
	I had just finished my shower and was reaching for a towel when I
heard Grandpa call out my name.
	"Josh, where are you? I'm home."
	"In here," I called.
	I wrapped a towel around me and walked back into my room. Grandpa
was standing in the doorway.
	"Hey, Josh," he greeted.
	"About time," I said. "I was beginning to think you were going to
let me starve."
	I dropped the towel and reached in the drawer for clean pair of
shorts. Out of the corner of my eye I saw my grandpa look me over. I could
tell by the look on his face that he enjoyed looking at my body. My shorts
in one hand, I closed the drawer with the other and turned around. I was
facing Grandpa, giving him a wide area view of my body, from the top of my
head to the bottoms of my feet. I felt his eyes sweep over ever inch of me.
	"Yeah, you look like you've missed a lot of meals."
	I gave my lower stomach a pat, my hand pressing into my pubes. "I
have lost weight," I agreed.
	I stepped into my shorts and quickly pulled them up. I threw a tee
shirt over my head and gave it a tug.
	"Well, pizza's down stairs," he grinned. "Let's go before you blow
away."
	I followed him down stairs, and we went into the kitchen. He put a
couple of pieces in the microwave, and I got a coke out of the
refrigerator.
	"Josh, I'll have a beer," he called over his shoulder.
	I brought our drinks to the table just as Grandpa slapped a piece
of pizza in front of me.
	I loved pizza, and I loved just being with my grandfather. He
talked about his day and asked about school.
	I shrugged my shoulders. "It's school."
	Grandpa looked at me closely. "Everything all right in school?" he
asked.
	"As I say, it's school."
	"You don't seem to have many friends, Josh. When your dad was your
age, he had a ton of friends he hung out with."
	"Oh, I have a couple that I eat with at lunch."
	How could I tell my grandfather that I would much rather hurry home
and visit with him than play with my friends from school?
	"A boy needs friends," Grandpa pointed out.
	"I'm okay," I said. "I have everything I need."
	Grandpa looked at me for a moment longer and then attacked his
second piece of pizza. He didn't say anything more about me having friends.
	Later, as he was wrapping the left over pizza up, he asked, "Josh,
can I ask you something?"
	I nodded.
	"Are you happy living with me? It's so lonesome living way out here
the way I do. I know that."
	"It's not lonesome to me," I assured him. "In fact, I love it being
out here the way we are. Really private," I ended.
	"It is that," he agreed.
	Giving him a grin, I said, "If we didn't live so far out in the
country we couldn't swim in the pond the way we do."
	"Couldn't swim naked, don't you mean?"
	"Yep, exactly," I laughed.
	"Well, those days are over, at least for now. The air up there is
cool enough now to freeze your balls off."
	"There's always next summer."
	We left the kitchen, and I headed up stairs to tackle my
homework. Grandpa said he was going to get his shower out of the way, and
he followed me up the steps.
	I hurried inside my room and fell into the chair at my desk. I
opened my math book up and went to work on the page before me. I had thirty
problems to complete, and I wanted to get them finished. Math was easy for
me, so I knew I could finish it rather quickly. I lost myself completely in
my math assignment, and just as I finished the last problem I was startled
to hear Grandpa's voice.
	"How's the homework coming along?" he asked. He was standing in the
doorway.
	"I'm finished," I answered. I ripped my answer sheet out of my
notebook. I folded the paper and placed inside. I closed the book.
	"I'm kind of tired, Josh. How about going into my room and watching
some television there?"
	"Suits me," I answered.
	"I'll go down stairs and shut the lights off. I'll meet you in the
room."
	I stuffed my math book inside a back pack. "Would you mind taking
this with you? Just put it on the bar in the kitchen. That way, I won't
forget it when I leave for school in the morning."
	I turned the light out in my room and hurried down the hall to the
room I shared with my grandfather. I came inside and pulled the covers back
on the bed. I fell on my back. I reached for the remote on the table beside
the bed, and just as Grandpa came into the room, I found the station I
wanted.
	"Is this okay?" I asked him.
	He nodded his head and said, "Anything's fine, Josh."
	I tried to get interested in the program, but I couldn't seem to
concentrate on the plot. Finally I said, "Do you want to watch this?"
	Grandpa smiled. "Do you?"
	"Seems to be dragging too slowly," I told him. "Can we just talk?"
	He reached for the remote and turned the television off. Leaning
back against the headboard of the bed, he asked, "What do you want to talk
about, Josh?"
	I shrugged my shoulders. "I've been wondering about something."
	When I didn't continue, he asked, "And what is that?"
	I felt my face turn warm, and suddenly I was embarrassed to speak
what was on my mind.
	"Josh," Grandpa prodded, "you can ask me anything you like. You
know that."
	"How come you never remarried?"
	Surprise showed on his face. "Why would you ask that?"
	"Well, Nana's been gone as long as I can remember. I hardly
remember her."
	"Do you want me to get remarried, Josh?"
	I was thoughtful for a moment. Then I shook my head and said, "I
don't think so. I sort of like it being just the two of us."
	He smiled at me. "I sort of like it, too. Besides, I'm not sure I
could find anyone willing to live way out here in the country. This type of
living is not for everyone."
	I studied the foot of the bed and said, "I just wondered, that's
all."
	Grandpa watched me closely for a time, and when I didn't say
anything, he asked me, "Is that all that's bothering you, Josh? The fact
that I don't have a wife," he added.
	I didn't answer him. Instead, I just moved over and lay next to
him. I turned on my side and pressed up next to him.
	Grandpa didn't say anything either. Silently he put his arms across
me and hugged me tightly. For a time we just lay there next to each other,
not talking.
	Finally I said, "Grandpa?"
	"Hum?"
	"I love you, Grandpa."
	"I love you too, Josh."
	"I'm glad I have you."
	"Josh, I'll always be here for you."
	"I know."
	We talked for a while, and finally I felt myself starting to drift
off to sleep. I felt the bed move as Grandpa got up to turn the light out
in the room. He came back to bed and the last thing I knew I was watching
him reach up to turn the lamp off beside the bed.
	How long I slept I didn't know. I was suddenly awake, and I could
feel Grandpa's breath hit the back of my neck as he lay sleeping next to
me. I heard him sigh, and then suddenly I felt his cock jump inside his
shorts. For the longest time I just laid there enjoying the feel of his
hardness as it rubbed against me as he continued sleeping. The longer he
rubbed my ass the better it felt. Suddenly I had a thought, one that really
surprised me. I had a desire to actually touch him, feel the hardness of
his cock with my hand. For a few seconds I didn't move. I remained as still
as I possibly could. I didn't want to make any type of movement that might
cause him to wake up. Carefully I raised my hand and placed it behind me. I
could feel Grandpa's chest, and silently I made my way down until I could
feel the tip of his hard cock, hidden by his shorts. I stopped moving and
left my hand where it was, pressed between us.
	Grandpa moaned, but he didn't wake up.
	I waited, afraid to move, afraid I would wake him. Becoming a
little braver, I searched with my fingers until I found the opening to his
shorts. Taking a deep breath, I pushed inside the opening. Instantly my
fingers came in contact with the hard hot flesh I had been feeling against
my ass. I could feel his bush next to my fingers, and the feel of the
course hair was enough to make my cock even harder than it already was. If
felt so good just to have my hand there, just enjoying touching
him. Finally I couldn't take it any longer, and I wrapped my fingers around
his thick shaft. It was a handful all right, so thick, and so long.
	I gave his cock a gentle stroke, and when I did, Grandpa gave
another moan. I didn't know if he was having a really nice dream, or if he
was just simply enjoying being touched in his sleep.
	I got a little braver and started to actually jack him, my hand
working the skin up and down along his hard shaft. I felt something wet on
my finger tips, and I realized he was starting to leak cum. I hadn't heard
the term pre cum yet, so I had no idea it wasn't cum. I just knew it was
slick and sticky, same as cum, so, I thought it was the beginning of cum.
	The more I stroked him, the more "cum" he leaked, and the stickier
my fingers became. Suddenly I was scared shitless when I heard,
	"What the hell are you doing, Josh?"
	My hand stopped its jacking movement, and I shot out of his shorts
in a hurry. I knew he was going to be pissed off, and I had no idea what he
would do.
	Finally I heard him say, "Don't stop now. Finish the job."
	My mouth went completely dry, and I thought my heart was going to
explode. It was beating like crazy. I pushed back inside his shorts once
more and found his dick. By this time he had leaked so much "cum" that my
fingers actually slid up and down by themselves, with no effort from me.
	"Oh, God, that feels good," Grandpa moaned.
	I started jacking him harder, the way I liked it just before I made
myself shoot. The faster I stroked him, the louder he moaned, and he thrust
his body back and forth, pressing his bush into the side of my hand. Not
only could I feel his wiry pubes grind into my skin, but his heavy furry
balls would slam into my wrist.
	"You'd better quit," he warned. "I'm about to cum."
	I didn't stop. What I did was jack him harder, and suddenly I felt
his cock swell up between my fingers.
	"Here it cums," he cried out.
	I thought I would die when I felt the first rope of his cream hit
my fingers. By the time he had finished erupting his shorts were completely
wet, and my fingers had a mountain of cum covering them. Neither one of us
moved. I didn't want to pull my hand away. I was enjoying the way his cock
was staying hard, his cum falling between my fingers. I could feel the
matted hair around his cock against my hand as the cum trickled down and
fell in the middle of that thick black forest.
	After a time, Grandpa said, "Josh?"
	"Yes?"
	"I'm not sure we should have done this."
	"Why?"
	"Well, I'm a man. You're just a boy," he added.
	"Can I ask you something, Grandpa?"
	"Of course," he answered.
	"You know I jack off all the time, don't you?"
	He gave a little laugh. "I was pretty sure of it. Kind of hard to
miss when I do the laundry."
	"Boys, jack off. "Do men do the same thing?"
	"Of course they do," he answered. "After all, men are just boys
that have grown up."
	"So, you jack off?"
	"Of course I do."
	"Then, what's the difference whether you jack off or I jack you
off?"
	Grandpa seemed to think about that for a moment. "I guess none," he
finally said. "Still, I don't think you should tell any one you did it."
	I didn't answer. Reached inside my own wet shorts and found my hard
cock. I had another idea. "Grandpa, you want to watch me jack off?"
	For a moment I thought he was going to say no, but then he smiled
and said, "I think I would like that."
	I quickly pulled my shorts down and lay on my back. I wrapped one
hand around my hard dick, and with the other, played in my bush. Ever since
I had grown hair around my cock, I had enjoyed playing in it when I jacked
off. I didn't know why, just that it felt so good when I did it.
	I was starting to really get into jacking, and my hand worked up
and down my cock like crazy. I looked up into Grandpa's eyes, and the
pleasure I saw there was enough to push me over the edge. I felt the
familiar wave of pleasure attack my body and I called out, "I'm going to
shoot, Grandpa! I'm going to cum."
	With my grandpa watching, we both saw the first rope of cum shoot
out the tip of my dick. Even though I had cum earlier, it didn't keep me
from shooting hard into the air once more. It landed in the middle of my
wet pubes and was quickly joined by several more splats of cum.
	"God that felt so good," I sighed.
	I laid there with my eyes shut, and suddenly I was surprised to
feel something. I opened my eyes and discovered Grandpa's hand nestled
inside my wet sticky bush.
	"May I taste this, Josh?" he asked me.
	Not saying a word, I just nodded my head.
	As I watched, he took his index finger and scooped my cum up. He
pressed it next to his lips, and I saw his tongue come out and lick the
finger clean. He swallowed ever bit of my cum and then smiled at me.
	"What does it taste like?" I asked him.
	He shook his head. "No words can describe it," he answered.
	I looked at him for a moment before I asked, "Can I taste yours
sometime?"
	"We'll see," was all the answer he gave me. "Right now I think you
need to hit the shower.
	I looked at him hopefully. "Can we shower together?"
	He shook his head. "Not this time," he answered. "Maybe next time,"
he said. "If there is a next time," he added.
	I got up and headed for the shower. To myself I was thinking, "Oh,
there will definitely be a next time, Grandpa."
	I didn't say the words. But as I stepped into the shower, I knew
there would be a next time. Of that, I had no doubt.


End Part 3.

Mark Stevens