Date: Sat, 13 Sep 2003 22:44:34 EDT
From: KissAndCuddleGem@aol.com
Subject: CAMPING CAPERS WITH MY GRANDPA (Installment 12)

This story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons
living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely
coincidental.

Moreover, none of the actions of the characters in this story is presented
with the intent to condone, approve, or sanction their behavior.

The above-expressed disclaimer also does apply to any and all installments
of this story, including those preceding and following this installment.

All questions and/or comments are welcome; and, if you wish to contact me,
please feel free to email me at: KissAndCuddleGem@AOL.COM; and I will most
definitely respond to email, as appropriate.

Grandpa Steve's shock was gradually wearing off; and soon enough shock had
been completely replaced with arousal.  Although a threesome was certainly
not at all what he had in mind, his present thinking was pretty much: If
you can't beat them, join them.

Kenny, Jr.'s tongue was intertwined with his beloved Uncle Jeff's.  Within
seconds, the two spilled onto the twin bed.  Grandpa Steve looked on with
keen admiration and quickly repositioned himself behind an oblivious Kenny,
Jr.  Hastily, he released a burgeoning hard-on that felt massive in its
surgings from the fly of his dusty jeans.

The action took on a more precise form once Grandpa Steve's eyes met that
of his Each senior grown man related to the other with no words ever spoken
that their very much-coveted "blue ribbon prize" would be shared, that
there was more than enough to go around and absolutely no reason to be
greedy.  Uncle Jeff gingerly removed Kenny, Jr.'s top and began to kiss,
lick and suck on each of his nipples.  He knew that he had to move fast, so
that Kenny, Jr. would not squirm out of position out of fear,^@ing wa so he
gripped his nephew's hips firmly and was basically holding him this way in
place as Grandpa Steve, in one clean swoop, pulled down both his grandson's
shorts and briefs.  He was virtually out of control altogether, enraptured
with lust and desire in his heart as he gently but firmly pressed the head
of his cock against his grandson's sweet yet tender hole.

It was then that Kenny, Jr. turned his head around and Grandpa Steve looked
at his grandson's innocent countenance and noticed a look of terror in his
grandson's eyes.  All three became frozen in the moment as if it were all
up to Grandpa Steve as film director to say whether the action would indeed
continue.  Grandpa Steve knew deep inside that he did not want to risk
losing the love of his grandson, yet at the same time he could not deny,
even to himself, the lusty urges that were in a sense commanding him to go
forward and carry through with his virile thrusting until full consummation
Like a flip of a coin, things could go either way.