Date: Sun, 21 Mar 2004 21:03:41 EST
From: KissAndCuddleGem@aol.com
Subject: CAMPING CAPERS WITH MY GRANDPA (INSTALLMENT 17)

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
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Kenny, Jr. was squirming around in the interior of the sleeping bag,
futilely attempting to resist his cousin's powerful grasp of him.

"Take it easy, Kenny, keep that up and you'll get hurt for sure, the very
last thing we ever had in mind was for you to get hurt.", Grandpa Steve
interjected.

"But, Grandpa, please, you must all stop all of this stuff at once.  I mean
he scared me so much, I am still shook up from that.  I don't even know
this cousin, I didn't even know I had a cousin.  None of this feels right
at all."

It was certainly a valiant attempt on Kenny, Jr.'s part to be set free.
Grandpa Steve was a bit moved by Kenny, Jr.'s plea, yet something in Kenny,
Jr.'s choice of words definitely struck the wrong chord with Uncle Jeff'.

"So what are you saying?  That my own son here, my very own fruit of my
loins, is not good enough for you, or maybe, better yet, that none of us
here are good enough for you.", Uncle Jeff huffed in a tone that showed he
was deeply offended.

Kenny, Jr. stared at his uncle incredulously.  He was just about to say
something in response, when Uncle Jeff continued full steam ahead with:

"I'll have you know that my Chris is a hardworking man and a devoted son
who is loving, caring, and kind.  Chris took time out of his busy schedule
today working as a park ranger in the area just to come and surprise you,
Kenny.  Yes, granted, he got a bit creative with his choices, but he has
his mother's touch, his mother's heart: He would never harm you, not ever,
not intentionally anyway.  So talk to your Uncle Jeff here, fill me in,
it's that none of us are good enough for you, your royal majesty here,
right, Kenny?"

"No, no!  That's not it at all, not at all!!", Kenny, Jr. cried out.

"Well, then, now that that is settled, let's all enjoy ourselves in the
family...uhm...tradition, yes, as family.", Grandpa Steve somewhat oddly
remarked.

Kenny, Jr. finally realized that this was a no-win situation at least so
far as he was concerned; and decided that he would make the best of things.
He certainly did not want physical injuries to his person.  He decided to
relax, to go along with things.  "Perhaps Grandpa Steve is right, this is
simply their family tradition.", he thought to himself.

Grandpa Steve knew that his dad's sleeping bag could comfortably fit three,
though not four.  Besides, he wanted a peek at the action, well, at least
that for sure.  So he unzipped the sleeping bag and spread out the top over
the blanket already covering the base of the tent.

Grandpa Steve's cock was very much throbbing; and even more so than before.
Both Grandpa Steve and Uncle Jeff were admiring the fine physique of Chris,
and their mouths were agape upon taking in the beautiful round globes of
creamy olive-toned flesh comprising Chris' buns.  Chris certainly did feel
quite a sudden breeze against his bare ass, though he did not let this
deter on and pressed on with his thrusting.

"Ooh, oh, yeah, cuz, you sure are blessed with one beautiful rear, really a
pure delight."

Grandpa Steve and Uncle Jeff, almost instinctively, in unison kneeled down
to the floor of the tent, so that each was on one side of Chris.  They
began to lick and caress Chris' buns and genuinely appeared to be relishing
their "treat".

Chris began breathing very heavily, at times panting as if he could barely
breathe.  Grandpa Steve and Uncle Jeff did not show concern as to Chris'
breathing.  Chris, realizing that Kenny, Jr. had given in to the
inevitable, was no longer holding him down; and, instead, was lightly
gripping his hips as he continued his thrusting motion.  Kenny, Jr. could
feel the tingling sensation of Chris' thickly hairy sac and balls bouncing
against his crack with each of Chris' thrusts.  He noticed the coolness
from Chris' drenching sweat very slowly evaporating from his now-completley
coated back.  Chris was picking up the pace, there were now about four
thrusts every thirty seconds, with each in-out thrust very carefully
executed so that the removal was only to the part of Chris' shaft just
above the head of his cock.  Chris was not the most tender of lovers
exactly, but, at times, he would stop the motion, or, at least, briefly
pause, to kiss, lick, or suck on Kenny, Jr.'s shoulders or the nape of his
neck.  Sometimes Chris would throw in a swirling motion into the mix, so
that the tip of his cock was circling and massaging Kenny, Jr.'s prostate.

Kenny, Jr. was hoping that Chris was "close".  He had a hard-on; and though
he did not want to admit this, was now extremely aroused by the attention
he was receiving, well, perhaps "attention" being a bit of an
understatement.  He sure hoped that Chris was close, he knew that he
certainly needed a big release now himself.

Kenny, Jr. still was in the rather gradual process of getting clued in as
to the dynamics of his family.  He was already more than a bit enlightened
as to what his dad, Kenny, Sr., had shared as a youngster with his own
grandfather.  Also, he had seen how some of the family traditions had been
passed down to himself.  But what he did not really comprehend, what he did
not really get at all, was what this Chris person was all about.  Kenny,
Jr. was more than a bit outraged at Chris' gaul, not to mention his massive
go.  Kenny, Jr. could not fathom what on earth made Chris presume that he
would want him this way, that he would just accept this treatment this way.
"How dare he!", Kenny, Jr. concluded to himself.

Yet deep inside, Kenny, Jr. knew that he was not exactly the proverbial
innocent lamb lost in the woods in all of this "family business".  Among
the things that came to mind was the day he and Uncle Jeff and his dad all
had some hot, playful sex in Great Grandpa's sleeping bag.  Kenny, Jr. was
now obsessing about this lapse of judgment on his part.  He felt that he
could be pardoned in part for some of his actions, as he was younger then
and very much influenced by hormones and also a sexual relationship with
his dad.  Kenny, Jr. was ultimately one who enjoyed the role of being a
tease, getting guys' attention with his bod and by wearing sexy stuff, like
bikini briefs, often in sizes small and extra small just to get attention.

Kenny, Jr. began to relax, fully relax, his body.  He took a deep breath,
getting ready for what was to come.  It was just then that he heard Chris
yell out: "Oh, man!  I just can't hold it anymore. Oh, oh,
oh....AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHH!  I am
cummmmmmmmmmmminnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn'!!"  Kenny, Jr., just moments earlier, had
felt his inner sanctum completely ballooned out, so he knew that Chris must
be at his complete hardest.  Yet the size, thickness, and magnitude of the
load took both him and Chris by surprise.  Chris collapsing in a heap,
openly exhausted, on top of Kenny, Jr. added a final touch to his mastery.
For a man already in his early thirties, he sure knew how to plow a hot
hole really well.

Chris' cock was in less than thirty seconds completely soft, yet Chris
made it a point of keeping himself inside Kenny, Jr. about two minutes more
than necessary.  Partly it was done to send a message of power, of
domination, to Kenny, Jr.; and partly he simply do so because he truly
enjoyed the feel of his cock sloshing around the seed that had just gushed
from him.  Grandpa Steve and Uncle Jeff eagerly awaited their turns,
licking their lips in anticipation.  Talk about "keeping things in the
family"!!

Kenny, Jr. thought that maybe he would try to make a run for it, hightail
it completely out of the tent as fast as he could muster, just as soon as
Chris finally got the heck off of him.  He recalled that there were a
couple of tents nearby, some senior citizen nudists camping nearby.  He
knew that this would take considerable courage on his part; he was aware
that the risks, should he not succeed, were high, very.