Date: Sat, 18 Oct 2003 13:27:19 EDT
From: KissAndCuddleGem@aol.com
Subject: CAMPING CAPERS WITH MY GRANDPA (Installment 13)

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.


As Grandpa Steve was absorbing the look of terror in his grandson's eyes
and questioning himself as to whether he should completely give in to his
manly urges, he recalled images of his towering Grandpappy and some of the
shame he felt after his "special private time" with his own grandfather.
He almost stopped what he was doing completely and was about to prepare to
leave the bed he now was sharing with his son and Kenny, Jr.  But, then, he
began to think this: "Am I any better than my Grandpappy?  Who am I to
think that I am superior to him?  I mean, didn't he love me... didn't he
love me?  I know that this might not be "right", but I just want him so
bad...so very, very bad."  looked at his grandson's innocent countenance
and noticed a

Grandpa Steve tightened his grip on his grandson's hips and licked and
kissed the nape of his smooth neck, a gesture in his mind aimed to reassure
Kenny, Jr. that he would do his best not to hurt him, not to cause him to
experience any undue pain.  Jeff was not paying too much attention to
Grandpa Steve.  He was very much content with kissing, licking, and sucking
on each of Kenny, Jr.'s nipples and as he did this he slowly and gradually
removed his button-down checkered cotton shirt, his navy blue casual
slacks, and his white silk briefs.

Kenny, Jr. took a deep breath.  He was a bit overwhelmed by what he was
experiencing; and more than a bit frightened by the prospect of things
getting totally out of control.  Yet he loved his grandfather and trusted
both him and his beloved Uncle Jeff.  His thoughts turned to that of his
father, Kenny, Sr., and he began to think that perhaps he should return
home and work things out with his dad.  He gripped the pillows and, almost
without even realizing what he was saying, gasped: "Please,
please...don't."  But the words that came from him were in an unconvincing
tone, at least in Grandpa Steve's mind, and Grandpa Steve was very much now
enjoying the tingling sensation he was feeling at the tip of the the head
of his cock as he was pressing the head of his cock against his grandson's
sweet yet tender hole and beginning to firmly though gradually push the
head of his surging cock in.

Uncle Jeff's eyes once again met that of his father's; and Kenny, Jr. was
gently repositioned to on his side and in moments all three were lying on
their sides, nestled close together.  Uncle Jeff was very much aroused by
the threesome, which he jokingly thought of to himself as: "one tasty
sandwich".  He had dabbled with nudism and eroticism and was by no means
inexperienced sexually.  Still, this was different.  He had an overpowering
attraction to Kenny, Jr. that began that very first time they were
"together" camping and sharing the passed-on sleeping bag and grew into
something he could not even begin to describe.  Kenny, Jr. decided that he
would just relax and tensing up, he knew very well, would not be good in
this situation.  Thankfully, he had in recent weeks been experimenting with
the feel of lube in his opening and had actually lubed himself up pretty
good that day.

Grandpa Steve began thrusting his cock in and out but each time no more
than only partially out.  He slowly fell into a rhythm, a staccato-like
pace.  He alternated between slow and gentle thrusts and quick and firm
thrusts.  But, in moments, he felt his heart pounding in his chest and was
getting carried away with things, forgetting the familial bond between him
and his "prey".  He began to plow a now-passive Kenny, Jr. with all of the
strenghth within him, banging his balls against the smooth curved contours
of Kenny, Jr.'s ass cheeks.  Then he felt, after about thirty or forty of
these out-of-control plowing thrusts, a feeling as if he were about to
erupt, an urge of monumental proportions.

Kenny, Jr. began to moan and howl as he felt his grandfather's sweat coat
his back and his rear and was feeling the coolness of his grandfather's
panting breath against his shoulders.  "This was so much better than some
camping fantasy thing.", Kenny, Jr. mused to himself.  Kenny, Jr. shouted
out: "Go for it, spill your seed, the seed that made my own father, deep
within me!"

"AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" is what Kenny, Jr. heard
Grandpa Steve blurt out.  Within moments, Grandpa Steve had released three
enourmous loads.  The bed was soaked in cum; and the sweet aromas of lust
permeated the air.  After the three showered together, all three retired
for the night and went to sleep in Grandpa Steve's king-size bed.  Kenny,
Jr. vowed to himself that he would return to his father but that he would
continue to visit Grandpa Steve and Uncle Jeff.  He knew that his father
must never know about the threesome he just shared and he found that he was
beginning to understand his father better and what his father had
experienced in this quaint New England town where he had spent his youth
and where Kenny, Jr. now almost magically was himself.