Date: Wed, 24 Mar 2004 14:23:26 EST
From: KissAndCuddleGem@aol.com
Subject: CAMPING CAPERS WITH MY GRANDPA (INSTALLMENT 18)

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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Cherry Hill Meadows, that quaint yet endearing New England town where
Kenny, Sr. had spent a good part of his early youth gradually was becoming
a fading and distant memory for Kenny, Jr.  Returning to his father in
California and regaining the closeness he once felt to his dad appealed
greatly to Kenny, Jr.  Kenny, Jr., seated comfortably, was blankly staring,
simply staring, out of a window to his right on the plane; and was looking
at and for nothing in particular.  Kenny, Jr. was perspiring profusely, his
complexion alarmingly ashen amid a state of panic within his core.

Kenny, Jr., though not exactly a rocket scientist, understood that his
anxiety, his feelings of wanting to escape, had nothing whatsoever to do
with the plane ride.  He was trying his best to just not dwell on any of
it; yet, even so, for whatever reason or reasons he found himself
continuing to relive in his mind vivid imagery of a weekend just days
before his departure spent with Grandpa Steve and Uncle Jeff camping out
and "exploring" while in campgrounds very much in keeping with what Grandpa
Steve loved to call their "family tradition".

Kenny, Jr. just closed his eyes and allowed himself to mentally return to
those "capers" in the tent, with the following recurring in his mind as if
things were happening for the very first time:

Chris finally pulled his cock out of Kenny, Jr., somewhat reluctantly
actually; and arose from his prostrate position, staggering to his feet.
Kenny, Jr. wondered once again why there was all of this apparent family
secrecy about Uncle Jeff' having this son.  Kenny, Jr. surmised that
considering the circumstances he was in right now, this just might not be
quite the ideal time to be concerned with this.  He figured he might as
well go for it; and try to bring this "party" to an end.  So after a few
moments of feigning exhaustion for the three onlookers to think he was
wiped out, he abruptly jumped to his feet and bolted for the entrance to
the tent.  He even had managed to grab his briefs while doing so.

It was certainly a valiant effort on Kenny, Jr.'s part to get free.
Grandpa Steve and Uncle Jeff were, needless to say, taken quite aback by
Kenny, Jr. making a run for it.  Though their initial reaction of shock
pretty quickly changed to glee upon taking in the rather pathetic sight of
Kenny, Jr. fumbling with a zipper upon, to his dismay, discovering that the
entrance panel of the tent had been zipped.  The fighter in him was
struggling with the zipper, but the darn thing, probably from dampness, was
stuck.

Grandpa Steve, upon taking in the rather pathetic plight of Kenny, Jr., at
first was at a complete loss as to how to react.  At the same time, he
could not help but notice the inviting delicacy presented by Kenny, Jr.'s
nicely-contoured bubble butt, especially in view with Kenny, Jr. bending
over as he was.  Grandpa Steve's cock throbbed and felt as if it were being
magnetically drawn to the pleasing-to-the-eye ass crack and plush
"pillows", or buns, protruding out.

Grandpa Steve knew that this would take a bit of diplomacy on his part.
After all, the young man was still his grandson; and he was well-aware that
if he harmed him, he would most definitely have Kenny, Sr. to contend with
at some point thereafter.

"Take it easy, Kenny, keep up this foolishness and you'll just get hurt for
sure, cut your hand on the metal there; or worse yet, get all bruised up in
us being forced to contain you.", Grandpa Steve said in the softest of
tones.

Grandpa Steve reached out and placed his hand gently on Kenny, Jr.'s
shoulder.  Kenny, Jr. turned around meekly and now, still kneeling, found
himself looking up into Grandpa Steve's eyes and reduced to a trembling
figure.  He was uncertain what he would face now; and solemnly prayed that
any retribution for his trespass would not be quite as severe as he
imagined.

Chris' eyes made brief contact with Kenny, Jr.'s; and Chris was slowly
awakening to the fact that Kenny, Jr. was stirring in him emotions that he
could not have possibly anticipated.  He was thinking of Kenny, Jr. as his.
Not very experienced overall, he wondered if what he was feeling was indeed
love.  He considered stepping in and trying to move things in another
direction.

As he was doing so, things took an unexpected turn.  Kenny, Jr. had opened
his mouth to speak, or, in his mind, more precisely, plea for mercy, when
just as he did so, Grandpa Steve in one clean, crisp stroke shoved his
entire cock deep into Kenny, Jr.'s mouth.

"Suck on it, Kenny.  Suck on it, baby.  Make Grandpa very happy, show me
how much you love me, Kenny, dear."

While Grandpa Steve gently tousled Kenny, Jr.'s hair, Kenny, Jr., after a
brief moment of gagging on the massive member, now in full submission,
began to suck, earnestly suck on the moderately thick member.  Grandpa
Steve pressed Kenny, Jr.'s nose firmly against his gray pubes; and Kenny,
Jr., in turn, deeply inhaled Grandpa Steve's manly, musky scent.  Yes,
Kenny, Jr. deeply resented Grandpa Steve having transformed him into his
grandfather's own personal slut.  Yet, at this time his attitude was this:
that he might as well make the best of things, and, besides, he did not
want to get injured, did not want to incur the wrath of these three as a
result of ticking them off.

Grandpa Steve abruptly pulled out, removed the briefs still in Kenny, Jr.'s
closed fist and tossed them aside, directed Kenny, Jr. to his feet, and led
Kenny, Jr. as if he were leading a puppy on a leash back over to great
Grandpa's sleeping bag.  Grandpa Steve enjoyed mixing things up a bit.  So,
initially he had Kenny, Jr. in a variation of a missionary position in
which his buns were elevated by a cushion; and he did about two-dozen deep
stroke thrusts in this position, gripping Kenny, Jr.'s hips gently while
thrusting.  Kenny, Jr. closed his eyes during much of this; and he would
visualize being with his dad back home, sometimes being "with" his dad in
his dad's bed.  Then, Grandpa Steve repositioned Kenny, Jr. so that it was
in a version of a doggy-style position in which his palms were placed so
that they were elevated on top of a bulky duffel bag and in which he was on
his knees with his legs spread out.  Grandpa Steve did about thirty thrusts
in an in-partially out motion, picking up momentum with each thrust, and
ultimately releasing one of the biggest loads imaginable deep inside Kenny,
Jr.'s already cum-filled inner sanctum.  Grandpa Steve ultimately collapsed
on top of Kenny, Jr., panting like a dog in heat.

Kenny, Jr. was doing the best he could in keep his hole relaxed.  Just the
thought of Uncle Jeff now taking his turn in the "festivities" made Kenny,
Jr. wince as if he was already in the anticipated pain.  Kenny, Jr. knew
that it was unlikely that he could convince Uncle Jeff to go easy with him;
and he now could see that this Uncle Jeff was very different from the one
he idolized as a teen.  Uncle Jeff had been very much aroused by Grandpa
Steve's relations with Kenny, Jr., taking all of it in like a spectator at
a baseball game and even, in this manner, sipping from a beer in between
the "action".  Yet the hour was pretty late and he was a bit drowsy, so he
ended up doing just an abbreviated version of what he originally had in
mind: After licking, kissing, and sucking off Kenny, Jr., he thrusted
deeply inside Kenny, Jr. while Kenny, Jr. was positioned prostrate under
him.  Just before rising from the tent floor, he rimmed Kenny, Jr. right
after cumming deep inside, darting his tongue deeply into Kenny, Jr.'s hole
and savoring on his tongue the taste of his own cum and that of his dad's
and son's as well as of Kenny, Jr.'s tissues.

Grandpa Steve and Uncle Jeff retired for the eve; and went to sleep in
their bags at the other end of the tent.  Chris was given the task of
keeping an eye on Kenny, Jr.; and, as he had not come with his own bag,
ended up once again sharing Great Grandpa's oversized sleeping bag, after
it was rezipped, with Kenny, Jr.

After Chris accompanied Kenny, Jr. to a nearby privy to "make use of the
facilities", the pair returned to the sleeping bag for the night.  Not a
major surprise to Kenny, Jr. was the fact that Chris very easily unfastened
the zipper to the tent's opening.  Chris apparently was the one responsible
for the zipper being secured so as to appear to be stuck.  Still, it was
unclear whether he did this deed of his own accord or was advised to do so
by Grandpa Steve or Uncle Jeff, his dad, or both.  Kenny, Jr. wondered just
how far Chris' so-called "creativity" went.  In any case, he was well-aware
that the three had been planning this camping experience in a way that it
was at his expense.

Kenny, Jr. was now curled up in a fetal position.  Suddenly, he felt Chris
wrap his arms lovingly around his waist; and he felt Chris cuddling with
him.  Kenny, Jr. felt confused with regard to his feelings about Chris.  He
wanted to be angry with him, as he felt that Chris had gone about things
completely the wrong way.  He thought that he could not trust Chris; and,
at the same time, he felt humiliated, also very much used.  Yet, at the
same time, he was undeniably intensely attracted to him.  He especially
loved Chris' muscular chest and large nips and loved the comforting feel of
his lightly hairy chest against him.  Also, he enjoyed the tingling
sensation of the full length of Chris' bod against him.  So Kenny, Jr.,
perhaps giving in to temptation or something similar, turned around and
faced Chris so that they were both lying on their sides and making full eye
contact.

Chris kissed Kenny, Jr. firmly on the lips.  Kenny, Jr. began to giggle.
For Kenny, Jr. it felt as if he were seeing Chris for the very first time.
Kenny, Jr. saw Chris in a whole new light now.  Chris was a bit baffled by
Kenny, Jr.'s laughter, so Kenny, Jr. quickly explained that he was simply
happy, really and truly happy, for the very first time.  Kenny,
Jr. returned Chris' kiss; and in moments their mouths were open and they
were passionately kissing one another with tongues intertwined.  Kenny,
Jr., very wiped out from the preceding events, was trying his best to stay
awake.  He fell asleep a short period later, still in Chris' embrace, and
before nodding off heard Chris gently whisper the following to him: "I love
you, Kenny, with all of my heart, with all of my soul.  I really do love
you; and I will love you forever and ever."

The remainder of the camping trip was pretty uneventful, well, as
uneventful as it can be, considering they were in a nudist resort.  All
four of them made a great deal of use of the "emergency" cabin, though they
still slept the remaining nights in the tent.  Grandpa Steve believed, well
at least at that time, that "roughing it" builds character.  Grandpa Steve
and Uncle Jeff did not seem to fully catch on to the newly formed bond
between Chris and Kenny, Jr.  Yes, a great deal of laughter was observed on
the part of the pair when the two were together, though the elders
interpreted it as simply a sign of the two hitting it off as cousins.
Grandpa Steve keenly observed each of his grandsons, carefully weighing who
he should favor as to any inheritance from him.

Absolutely no reference was made to all of the sex with Kenny, Jr.  Grandpa
Steve did not even inquire as to how Kenny, Jr. was feeling.  Chris felt
protective of Kenny, Jr., though was careful not to as much as hint at his
new-found love, except of course to Kenny, Jr.  Kenny, Jr. was enjoying all
of the camping fun, including the food, which, for Grandpa Steve, meant
almost all of the menu to be barbecue with a capital "B", even breakfast.
Uncle Jeff especially enjoyed preparing his grilled eggs and grilled french
toast made with Italian bread.  Grandpa Steve and Chris went
skinny-dipping; and, except for Grandpa Steve playfully slapping Chris on
his bare rear, the elder was pretty much on his best behavior.  Well,
Chris' tempting mounds were very irresistible, so who could blame him?
Grandpa Steve was human after all.

Uncle Jeff, meanwhile, befriended several of the senior citizen nudists
camping nearby, and was especially cordial to one particular couple, a gay
pair from a beach resort community in England.  Uncle Jeff shared food with
them; and they in return shared some of their tea, special English tea they
had snuck through Customs.  Uncle Jeff jokingly invited the pair, Jack and
Julian, over for a midnight orgy, all insensitively within earshot of
Kenny, Jr.  Grandpa Steve, upon hearing of this joke while in private, made
a great show of licking his lips as if in anticipation.  But, upon seeing
the look on Chris' face in response, reassured all present: "Don't worry,
give me credit.  After all, we believe in "keeping things in the family"!,
don't we?"

Kenny, Jr. was repeating aloud: "Don't we?...Don't we?"  He felt a hand
softly on his shoulder and sat up erect in response, more than a bit
startled.

To his relief, he realized that he simply had fallen asleep while looking
out the window.

"Don't we what, sir?", chimed the overly-perky flight attendant.  "May I
interest you in a cool beverage?  You do indeed look quite a bit parched."
Kenny, Jr., still groggy, liked that the attendant was smiling and wondered
if he was gay perchance.

"No, no, thank you...I am fine, just fine", he stammered, completely
embarrassed by his being observed asleep.

The attendant departed, as if he had been paged; and for unknown reasons
returned with a can of ginger ale, handing it to Kenny, Jr.  "Please keep
this with you, sir, in case you are thirsty a bit later.", he said as he
handed Kenny, Jr. the can along with a napkin and straw.

The attendant went away once more; and Kenny, Jr. reclined in his seat and
closed his eyes.  There was yet another interruption, however, just a few
moments later:

"Well, may I share your ginger ale?"

Kenny, Jr. opened his eyes and smiled.

"Well, of course, Chris, I mean you are now my husband after all, from
hereonin we share everything."

Chris beamed at this.  "I feel so giddy, Kenny, just like a teen at the
prom.  I hope your dad will understand our going to San Francisco en route
to get married, make it all legal."

"Oh, I think he just might, he did share with me on the phone some very
good news of his own."

Kenny, Jr., shortly after returning to his father, still in California,
completed all involved in making peace with Kenny, Sr.  Kenny, Sr. made
sure that Kenny, Jr. and Chris both knew how extremely happy he was for
both of them.  During a big, elaborate dinner, largely catered in but
really nice, Kenny, Sr. introduced his son and new son-in-law to Chauncey,
who he identified as the love of his life.  Chauncey, a shy, timid little
man of about five feet and a librarian in the local public library, was not
exactly what Kenny, Jr. had been expecting.  Yet, he was so sincerely happy
about his father finding happiness and his father was so certain that
Chauncey was definitely his soulmate, he chose to be happy for his dad.

Chris was a bit self-conscious during the meal.  All was so new to him, he
remembered sittting on his new father-in-law's knee as a very young boy no
more than two.  Yet, for once in his life, he decided that he should allow
himself to be happy, to feel happy.  So he put all of the family stuff out
of his mind, rose to his feet, and, lifting his glass, made a most brief
but sincere toast: "To us and to happiness, our new-found happiness, may it
be for forever."

All the rest chimed in in response, one by one: "To happiness!"

Then, Chauncey, who happened to be Jewish, raised his glass again; and
added: "Le Chaim."

Kenny, Sr. nodded in agreement and, very much moved by all and with tears
in his eyes, provided the translation, shouting: "To life!"

Cherry Hill Meadows, that quaint yet endearing New England town where
Kenny, Sr. had spent a good part of his early youth, was, since the time of
this family dinner, looked upon by Kenny, Jr. as a special place held dear
in Kenny, Jr.'s memory, as the one in which he found true love.  Grandpa
Steve and Uncle Jeff came to visit from time to time and shared in the joy
of both Kenny, Sr. and Kenny, Jr.  They added to the warmth felt on special
family occasions, especially on the birthday of adopted son Kenny, III,
yes, Kenny the Third.  Chris and Kenny, Jr. honored Chauncey, a childless
man, by making him godfather to "Little Kenny".  The honor was simply a way
of thanking Chauncey for being the first one to make the cherubic, chubby
tot laugh.