Date: Thu, 1 Mar 2012 18:49:02 -0800 (PST)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Living With Grandpa, Part 8

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Living With Grandpa, Part 8



	Over the next two years my life began to make a change.  During my
free time when I wasn't attending classes at the local high school, I was
helping my grandfather on the ranch. I had developed an interest in live
stock, and I seemed to have a way about handling the animals. During the
summer before my senior year at school I had made a decision. I was going
to attend a certain college that was two hundred miles from where I
lived. I chose that particular school because it was known for its School
of Veterinary. Once I made my decision to go that way, I felt really good
about everything. It was going to take me a good six or seven years to
finish the program, but it was what I wanted to do.
	It had been several years since I had come to live with my
grandfather. The one thing that hadn't changed was how I felt toward him,
and he me. We loved each other more and more each day. Already I was
starting to dread living away from him. We were sitting at the kitchen
table one Saturday morning when I brought the subject up.
	Grandpa took a sip from his coffee cup. "I am going to miss you
very much, Josh." He sat his cup down and gave me a smile. "However, you
can come home on weekends. It's not all that far."
	"I know." I sounded pitiful, and I hated myself for being so damned
weak. Hell, I should be happy about moving into the next phase of my life;
however, I wasn't.
	I thought about college. I had applied at Christmas time and been
accepted in April. At the time I was really excited about everything. Now,
with August half over, it was fast approaching. Until now, it had been
"when I go to college." Suddenly that all changed to "it's time to pack and
head off to college". Honestly, I was scared shitless. For several years
now I had felt secure living with Grandpa, sleeping in his bed, loving him,
and I wasn't ready to leave it all behind.
	"Like I said, you can come home on weekends and during the summer
months. At least for the first couple of years," he added. "I'm sure when
you get more into the program you might have to slow it down
somewhat. Hell, nothing to stop me from coming to see you when you can't
make it home. I'm sure we can find us a good hotel to hole up in, find
something to keep us entertained."
	He gave me another grin, and I loved him all the more. It was
contagious, and I smiled back at him.
	"You're the greatest, Gramps."
	"I do what I can."
	I watched as he got up to pour himself another cup of coffee. As he
returned to the table he asked, "So, when do you have to leave?"
	"Three weeks. The semester starts the week after Labor Day."
	"You have everything ready?"
	"Pretty much," I said with a nod. "Only thing left to buy is my
books after I get to school. Since I have to stay in the dorm my first
year, everything else should be taken care of."
	Grandpa took another sip from his cup and sat it down on the
table. "Ah, the dorm," he said. "You're going to see so many bare butts and
naked cocks swinging, and I must admit, I'm a bit jealous."
	"Fuck, Gramps, you don't need to feel that way. None will ever
compare to what you have. Like they say, once you've had the best, nothing
else will do."
	"Who says that?"
	"Oh, somebody really important," I assured him.
	"Yeah, says who? You?"
	I leaned over and kissed him gently on the lips. "I would say I'm
fairly important, wouldn't you? And definitely I have enough experience to
know what I'm talking about," I added; with you."
	Grandpa pushed his chair back and stood up. "What say we go back
upstairs? The chores can wait a bit longer."
	"You don't have to ask me twice," I said. I also stood to my
feet. "Let's go!"
	I followed Grandpa up the stairs. By the time I was inside the
bedroom he was half way undressed. I watched as he pulled his shirt off and
dropped his jeans to the floor. He gave them a kick, and my eyes followed
his naked hairy body as it fell on the bed.
	He gave me a grin. "I'm ready. What's your problem?"
	In a matter of seconds I was naked and on the bed beside
him. Pulling him to me, I hugged him, enjoying the naked hairiness of his
skin. During the last year my own chest, which had already been fairly
hairy for someone my age, had become even hairier. My black treasure trail
had widened out and thickened up and had blended in completely with my
black bush. These days my body looked almost exactly like Grandpas. The
only difference was that Grandpa had begun to have a little gray mix in
with his black fur. Just enough to make him look even sexier and more
distinguishing.
	Grandpa pulled away and placed a hand on my chest. "Josh, I do
believe you are as hairy as me now. Remember when you were younger and
asked me it you would be?"
	"Yep, I do." I looked down at my body. "And I am," I added with a
grin.
	"You are," he said, running his fingers down through the black fur
on my stomach and coming to a stop in the middle of my bush. His fingers
tightened up some and gave a gentle tug. "I find the hair around your cock
so fucking hot," he whispered.
	I reached down and found the thick wiry curls that surrounded his
dick. "Well, you know what this does to me; to my cock."
	"I do, and right now, Josh, you know where you can put that monster
stick between your legs."
	"You want me to fuck you." It was a statement, rather than a
question.
	Grandpa reached over and picked up the bottle of lube sitting on
the table beside the bed. He handed it to me and said, "I want to feel your
hard cock in my ass."
	I took the bottle from him. While I squeezed some out into my hand,
Grandpa turned over and rose up on his knees. I worked some lube along his
hairy crack and enjoyed the feel of the thick black hair tickling my
skin. Around his hole he had an even thicker growth of black curls, and
they moved back as my slippery finger worked its way inside the hairy
opening.
	Grandpa moaned. "Shit, if your finger feels this good, I can't wait
for the real thing."
	I squeezed more lube from the bottle and began coating my hard
hairy shaft, making it glisten and shine. I threw the bottle to the floor
and got on my knees directly behind him.
	I pushed the tip of my dick into the opening and stopped. All he
could feel was the head inside.
	Grandpa moaned again, and I leaned forward. It didn't take much
pressure for me to slide the rest of the way in. I was soon buried balls
deep, crotch pressing tightly into his skin.
	"Fuck!" Grandpa cried out. "Fuck me, Josh," he demanded.
	"You want my cum, Gramps? You want my hot cream inside your ass?"
	"Fuck me, Josh. Pound my ass until you fill it with your spunk."
	My hands were resting on his hips, and I pulled myself hard into
him, driving my dick as far as humanly possible. My fur covered balls were
lying heavily between the lower part of his ass, and I could feel my black
pubes pressing, kissing the skin on his cheeks. It was all hot; so fucking
hot that I knew it wasn't going to be long before I shot into his tight,
hairy ass.
	The harder I pounded the louder Grandpa moaned. He was loving every
fucking minute of it. So was I, and because it felt so good to me, to my
dick, I felt my cock swell up, preparing to shot another huge load deep
inside my grandfather's tight ass.
	"I'm going to cum, Gramps!" I yelled out.
	"Fill me, Josh," he begged. "Give me your hot load."
	I cried out, "Fuck!"
	The first hot wave of spunk flew out of my dick and sprayed the wet
walls of his ass, followed by several more spurts. When I was through
shooting, I leaned into his body, resting myself on his hairy back.
	Grandpa leaned back into me, forcing my still hard cock to push its
way through the thick trail of cum it has just placed there.
	"God, you know how to fuck," he praised me.
	I kissed his back and pulled out with a loud slurping noise. "I had
a good teacher."
	I fell on my back, and with my knees up, my feet on the bed, I
said, "Lick my ass. Get it ready for a good hard fucking," I told him.
	Grandpa crawled between my legs, and I shivered as I felt his
tongue start to trace around my hole.
	"Josh, have you seen your asshole since all that black hair has
grown around it?
	I laughed. "I've felt it, but, don't you think it's a bit hard for
me to actually look down there?"
	"Always the wise ass," Gramps laughed.
	"Right now, my ass is horny, my hole is hungry. So, take care of
it," I ordered.
	I lay there and moaned as I felt Grandpa's wet tongue tease my
crack and my hole, and when he worked inside of me, I thought I was going
to cum again. He continued fucking me with his tongue, and just when I was
at the point of shooting my second load he stopped and leaned over to
retrieve the lube. He coated his cock with the gel and pressed against my
wet hole.
	"I think I have you wet enough you don't need any help," he said.
	"Just slide it in me, Gramps," I begged.
	My grandfather didn't need any more encouragement. With one drive,
he filled my ass with his thick hairy pole. For a few seconds he didn't
move; he just remained still, enjoying the feel of my tight wet ass hugging
his dick. I could feel his hairy balls kissing my skin. I pushed upward,
hard, grinding into the sticky wet hair that was attaching itself to my own
cum filled curls.
	"Shit, Josh, why do you have to be so fucking hot?"
	"If I'm that fucking hot, screw me," I cried. "Pound my ass."
	Grandpa began driving his cock back and forth against my ass
muscles, and each time he pushed back inside me I thought my hard and
leaking dick was going to shoot out onto my chest.
	"God, you're going to make me shoot again," I told him. "Keep
fucking me the way you are and I'm going to spray another huge load from my
cock."
	"Yeah, I'm going to fuck the cum out of you, Josh," he said, his
cock emphasizing each word he spoke.
	I began rising to meet his every movement, and suddenly I cried
out, "I'm going to shoot, Gramps. Here is comes," I said as my dick spewed
out a thick wad of my spunk. I felt it hit my chest where it rested a bit
before slowly crawling through my matted chest hair.
	Grandpa suddenly called out, "Fuck, Josh, here I cum!"
	I felt his dick swell up inside my ass, and I shivered when the
first hard splash hit my insides. I clamped down, forcing the muscles in my
ass to suck his balls dry of their load. I kept on squeezing until I caused
Grandpa to lose his breath.
	"Damn, Josh, you take my breath away. Literally," he added.
	I reached up and pulled him down, his stomach resting on my body,
my cum between us. I leaned up and planted a kiss on his mouth. "I love
you, Gramps," I said softly.
	"I love you, Josh. "So damn much."
	We lay there for quite some time, his cock still hard, buried
inside my cum-filled hole. Sex with my grandfather was hot, but the after
time, as we start coming back down from wherever our emotions had sent us,
was almost as enjoyable. I loved feeling his cock still buried inside,
loved the feeling as it started softening up. To me, that time was almost
as important to me as the actual sex; maybe even more important when I
really thought about it.
	That's how the rest of our time together went. For the next few
short weeks before I left for school, we worked around the ranch, went into
town only when we absolutely had to, took care of the chores that had to be
done. The rest of the time we took care of each other, his needs, my wants,
and just in general concentrated on making the time we had left
enjoyable. Neither of us would allow ourselves to think of the time when we
would be a part.
	The day I left will remain in my memory the rest of my life. Even
though I was to return home to the life I had come to love so much and to
the man who meant the world to me and was my world, we both knew there were
going to be long periods of time where we could not be together, could not
feel the warm touch of the other.
	I kissed Grandpa hard and hugged him close, and for a moment
neither of us spoke. Then I pulled back and said, "Grandpa, you know how
much I love you. Always know that, and realize how much I appreciate all
that you have done for me."
	I opened the door and crawled inside the truck.
	Grandpa placed his hands at the window and leaned inside. Giving me
a smile, he said, "We can do this, Josh. We can hold on, you and I because
we have each other."
	He kissed me again and then stood back. "Now, get going, Son. After
all, the sooner you get started, the quicker you will be back."
	"Bye, Grandpa," I said quietly.
	I started my truck and put it into gear. As I drove down the lane
to the main road, I looked in the rear view mirror. The man I loved, my
grandpa, was waving, and even though he was smiling, I knew that down
inside he felt the same way I did.
	When I reached the main road, I stepped on the brake, causing my
truck to come to a stop. I honked the horn and waved back. "I'll be back,
Grandpa," I said.
	I pulled out onto the road and set the wheels of my future into
motion.



The End


For now