Date: Fri, 12 Mar 2004 14:12:17 EST
From: KissAndCuddleGem@aol.com
Subject: CAMPING CAPERS WITH MY GRANDPA (INSTALLMENT 14)

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., though essentially unaware of this himself, was very much like
his dad, Kenny, Sr.  True to his word, and much as his father has tried his
best to always honor his promises, he was keeping the vow he had made to
himself with regard to returning to his father in California.  He was
seated near a window on the plane now, his heart beating irregularly; and,
at this time, instead of enjoying the tranquility of a plane ride in his
usual state of slumber, was reliving 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 similar to those
adrift in Kenny, Sr.'s memory.

Kenny, Jr.'s twenty-third birthday was just days away, as was Thanksgiving
and all of the holiday festivities that went with it.  Kenny, Jr., though
this was not what was originally the plan, had ended up spending close to a
year in Cherry Hill Meadows, that quaint yet endearing New England town
where Kenny, Sr. had spent a good part of his early youth.

The campground that his father had gone to with his greatgrandfather had
been converted to a sleepaway camp.  So Grandpa Steve came up with the idea
that, instead, the three would go to Spirited Halos, a serene yet
strikingly picturesque clothing-optional resort just five miles east of the
neighboring town's abandoned water well.  Grandpa Steve, for reasons Kenny,
Jr. could not surmise, was pretending to be ignorant of Uncle Jeff's
dappling with nudism.  The irony was that Kenny, Jr. knew all about Uncle
Jeff's history of nudism and Uncle Jeff himself was quite open with both
his nephew and brother about his colorful past.

Well, perhaps it was a full moon at work, though more likely Grandpa Steve
was sensing some of Kenny, Jr.'s uneasiness and simply did not want to
scare his grandson off.

Echoes of Cherry Hill Meadows and nearby Forest Grove were resounding as
the three set out on their hastily-prepared jaunt.  Grandpa Steve, still in
some ways adjusting to life as a widower, was in a wistful mood.  Every
time he looked at his grandson, Kenny, Jr., he was reminded of the time
that he had missed out on with his own sons.

Kenny, Jr. was still virtually a human clone of Kenny, Sr., though age had
added a bit of the softness of his mom's features into the mix.  Grandpa
Steve could not help but find himself adoring, simply adoring, the dirty
blonde hair, freckles, and muscular, nicely toned, build of his grandson,
now about 6-feet tall.  Kenny, Jr., on his part, was grappling with the
strangeness and simultaneous titillating quality of his new sexual
relationship with both Grandpa Steve and Uncle Jeff.  He wondered: Is this
love?  Or is this simply infatuation and lust at work?  He could not help
but muse that this certainly was not covered in his summer psychology
course in college.

Details now jumbled together in the heart of Kenny, Jr.'s mind were now
resurfacing: A shadowy hike on a steep nature trail within an hour of
arrival, followed by the wearisome pitching of a tent that could only have
been erected with Uncle Jeff's input and the renting of a small cabin
mainly just in case weather conditions in the area made the "tent thing"
and roughing it folly.  Grandpa Steve had insisted upon traditional: This
meant hot dogs, potato chips, sauerkraut, roasting marshmallows over a
campfire, and, of course, sleeping bags spread out across the makeshift
"floor" of blankets of their tent.  Potato salad and coleslaw lumped in
together in one of the coolers added a nice, homy touch to the festivities.

Kenny, Jr. was nervous the first day there, visibly so.  He understood that
this was a family resort, a family clothing-optional resort with a
wholesome nonjudgmental atmosphere where individuals were supposedly
respectful of each other's privacy.  Yet he felt more than a bit
overwhelmed by everything, the sight of nude men, women, and children on
the nature trail and in fact almost all about.  He tried not to but he
slipped into his own insecurities and found himself feeling self-conscious
about his own body.  His nudity did not concern himself personally but
others' perception of him being nude did.  Grandpa Steve and Uncle Jeff, to
make Kenny, Jr. feel more at ease in these uninhibited surroundings,
decided that skinny-dipping would be just the thing for their merry trio.

After returning from their swim, Grandpa Steve and Uncle Jeff helped Kenny,
Jr. towel off.  Kenny, Jr. was very much enjoying the loving caresses of
his grandfather and uncle as they did so.  Kenny, Jr. glowed in his
new-found sense of freedom; and gradually found himself letting go, just
letting go.  Yet, at the same time, he was feeling a bit worn out from the
day.  So he let his uncle and granddad know that he wanted to go to sleep,
slipped on a pair of white bikini briefs that nicely accentuated his
"package", and slipped into the sleeping bag.

Yes, that one, great Grandpa's extra-large sleeping bag, the very same
oversized bag still mildly permeated with the smell of tobacco from great
Grandpa's pipe.  Kenny, Jr. once again purposefully inhaled the sack's
aroma deeply, and he was just beginning to drift off into sleep while
basking in the comforting warmth of its flannel when suddenly he was
abruptly awakened by the feel of a palm tightly covering his mouth,
apparently to muffle any scream he would make.  Kenny, Jr. began to sweat
in panic, as he felt his briefs quickly pulled down, virtually ripped right
off of him.