Date: Tue, 9 Apr 2013 12:47:00 -0400
From: Mac Smith <granitemac@gmail.com>
Subject: Grandaddy's Feet - Part 2

This story was written about the author's life. Parts of it are true and
parts of it is purely the author's imagination.
Names and locations have been changed for privacy reasons.
The author was young when he became sexually active however he does not
condone nor encourage sex with minors.
Please do not reproduce, circulate, or print the story without prior
approval from the author.
If you are under the legal age to be reading material that is sexual in
nature please stop here.
Always practice safe sex between consenting adults.

Grandaddy's Feet - Part 2

I loved Saturdays because I was able to spend the entire day with
Grandaddy. Today was twice as good as the usual Saturdays because it was
summer and Grandaddy and I were going to pick up Uncle Billy from the train
station.

Uncle Billy was a career Navy man. He was a younger version of
Grandaddy, same height (6 ft 5 in), same weight (220 lbs), same big hands
and big feet (size 16 shoe), same rangy build, craggy face, and unruly
hair. Even the same deep voice.

In fact when Grandaddy and Uncle Billy were in the same room and either one
of them spoke, if your back was to them, you had to turn around to see who
was speaking. Only Grandma could tell their voices apart.

I would also find out years later that they both also had the same big hard
as steel veiny cock (9x6) with the very same low hangers. Spending a night
with the two of them was something that you didn't forget.

They both loved the outdoors, fishing, hunting, and wandering the
north woods. They only differed in two respects; their sexual preferences
and their scent.

Where as Grandaddy really didn't have a sexual preference and enjoyed sex
with both men and women equally Uncle Billy preferred men only and to my
knowledge had never been with a woman. Grandaddy also had a stronger
muskier scent especially his feet. Other than that they were like two peas
in a pod only 19 years apart.

The MacGranite family ancestry had several oddities. For starters as far
back as births were recorded and anyone could remember the MacGranites only
produced male offspring. All of the women in the family married into the
family.

They were sexually active young, usually married young and had children
young, all sons. Additionally in each group of siblings one of the
males always preferred men only.

Sexual preference was never an issue in the MacGranite family. They were a
sensual lusty bunch of masculine men and having a brother, uncle, son,
cousin, grandson, etc. around that was willing to provide services and was
equally horny was considered a plus and the norm in the MacGranite family.

The MacGranite men married for life probably because sex was never an
issue. If your wife, girlfriend, or fishing buddy just wasn't up for it,
for whatever reason, no issue there was always that cousin,
brother, uncle, great uncle that was or one of their fishing buddies.

One on one or a group. Sex was sex, there for the asking, to be indulged in
and enjoyed. No one was ever pressured into providing sex, there was no
need to, as there usually was always a willing partner around. Nor were the
younger males approached by the older males. However, younger males were
allowed to explore whatever they were comfortable with and whoever they
were comfortable with including approaching the older males.

When it came time for the birds and the bees talk it was all laid out to
you. At the same time you were also told that No meant No be it male or
female and it was taboo to push the issue. Further that sex
between MacGranite men and their friends was Not discussed with women nor
anyone else except the partner you were with. MacGranite men were discreet
and kept their sexual liaisons to themselves period.

Not all of the family was tall but most were. The one constant that was
almost always prevalent was the large appendages - hands, feet, and cocks.
Most of the men also had big low hangers.

Yes they were a masculine lusty lot and as Grandaddy often said "Men had
needs and it was unnatural to deny them" and there was no need to in the
MacGranite family. If no one was around to enjoy sex with, which was rare,
masturbation was highly encouraged.

Grandma was busier than usual since receiving the letter from Uncle Billy
stating when he would be home and asking Grandaddy to pick him up at the
train station in the city.

She was baking up a storm and cleaning like a mad woman so that all would
be in order when he arrived. But it was Saturday and that was bath day in
the MacGranite household. The galvanized steel tub was brought in from the
barn and Grandaddy and I were subjected to a thorough scrubbing head to toe
prior to departing to retrieve Uncle Billy.

World War II was over and Uncle Billy had not been home in over two years.
 It was a three hour drive one way to the city train station so right after
breakfast and our baths Grandaddy and I kissed Grandma good-bye and headed
out in Grandaddy's truck to get Uncle Billy.

I was 12  at the time and anxious as hell to see him again. Uncle Billy
would stay in his old room with me where I slept, in the same double bed he
shared with my Daddy growing up.

The bed was as old as Uncle Billy, head board and footboard were made of
steel, the springs were also steel, and only the mattress had been replaced
over the years. Grandma and Grandaddy slept in an almost identical  bed in
their room. Both beds squeaked like hell when any movement occurred by the
occupants.

Although Grandma and Grandaddy's room was on the other side of the house,
the house wasn't big, and many a night I was lulled to sleep by the
rhythmic squeaking of the springs and the moans and sighs of pleasure
emanating from their room. Grandaddy was a healthy lusty man. Even when I
didn't hear them I always knew the next morning if they were intimate the
night before - Grandaddy would be whistling and Grandma would be smiling
and they would both be touching each other more than usual.

We arrived at the train station without event but you could tell Grandaddy
was uncomfortable with the amount of traffic and people. Uncle Billy's
train wasn't due for another hour so Grandaddy and I found a diner close
by had lunch and returned to the train station.

When Uncle Billy's train arrived it was easy enough to pick him out from
the crowd and him to spot us. Both men being 6 ft 5 in they were head and
shoulders above the rest. The reunion of this father and son was
anticlimactic. They shook hands, exchanged a few slaps on the back, a few
words and Uncle Billy ruffled my hair and said Hey Squirt (family nickname
due to my height and still is) and we were off to retrieve Uncle Billy's
bags.

On the ride home you could see Grandaddy relaxing the further we got away
from the city and Uncle Billy was filling us in on where he'd been for the
past two years and how his career was progressing. I just sat there afraid
to move or speak as the wet spot in my jeans grew larger from sitting
between those two men who I not only loved and admired but I was horny as
hell for and prayed neither one of them would notice the erection that I
had the entire ride.

We arrived home in the late afternoon and Grandma was waiting on the porch.
The afternoon and evening seemed to drag by. After dinner Grandma shooed
the men outside to the porch while she cleaned up from dinner. I
immediately got two glasses and fetched them both a healthy dosage of
whiskey and water from the barn. Grandaddy showed me how to mix it (3/4
whiskey and 1/4 water) and I had been getting his nightly ration for a few
years now. He only had one drink each night but it was a healthy one.

Grandaddy smoked his pipe while we discussed Uncle Billy's favorite subject
- fishing. Grandma joined us on the porch and sat quietly in her rocking
chair. She was happy to just have her son home again even if only for a
little while.

It was getting dark out and Grandaddy was yawning so Uncle Billy said good
night and asked me to come help him unpack. Finally things were heading in
the direction I had been anxiously waiting for all day - the bedroom, the
bed, and getting Uncle Billy into the bed and asleep. I wanted to
desperately smell and taste his socked feet again and replicate the
experiences I had been having with Grandaddy for over the past year.

We went into the bedroom and Uncle Billy said he was beat and the unpacking
could wait until tomorrow. He immediately stripped down to his boxer
shorts, TShirt, and socks and climbed into bed. By the time I got undressed
and into bed he was snoring.

Just like Grandaddy, due to his height, Uncle Billy had to lay on his side
and bend his knees for him to fit between the headboard and footboard of
the bed.  He lied down facing out of the bed with his back towards me. I
waited several minutes to make sure he was asleep then took my pillow and
moved to the foot of the bed facing his back like I had always done in the
past and buried my face in his socked feet. The scent was strong musky and
masculine. Not as strong as Grandaddy's but just as erotic. His feet were
damp with sweat and he must have worn his socks for the past two days while
traveling home by train.

Uncle Billy had come home in his Kahki uniform and had thin tan military
dress socks on. I could feel the heat from the bottoms of his feet coming
through his socks on my face and that plus the scent of his big size 16
feet was driving me insane with pleasure. I couldn't believe how aroused I
was becoming as I had just spent the night before with Grandaddy on the
sofa and had several orgasms.

I removed one of Uncle Billy's socks and commenced to lick his feet, kiss
them, suck his toes, and between the smell and taste of his sweaty feet was
becoming more and more aroused to a level of passion I never knew existed.
I stripped off my TShirt and underwear and just threw them then took off
his other sock stuffed it in my mouth and commenced to rub his sweaty feet
all over me. I wanted to be covered in the stink of his feet.

I rubbed them all over my face, my head, my nips, my chest, everywhere I
could reach on my body. Then I curled my body around his feet buried my
face in one of his big strong feet and wrapped my legs around the other and
commenced to hump it vigorously. I could hear the bed springs squeaking and
I didn't care. I was in a sexual frenzy and just couldn't stop myself.

The feeling of his bare foot on my cock and balls, his hairy leg on my
legs, the taste of his feet from his sock in my mouth, and the scent of his
feet just kept driving me forward to a plateau of passion and
sexual pleasure I had never experienced before and when I climaxed I bit
down on his sock in my mouth and shot my load all over his foot and toes
and collapsed at his feet covered in sweat.

This was the first time I ever achieved an orgasm with a man even partially
undressed and in a bed. When I was with Grandaddy he was always fully
clothed with only his shoes off and we were crowded on to the sofa with
very little room for movement.

This time with Uncle Billy I was naked in a bed with him and could feel the
bare skin of his feet and hairy legs on me, all over me in fact. I just
lied there for several minutes catching my breath then removed his sock
from my mouth and used it to wipe my cum from his foot before putting both
of his socks back on him.

I was just lying there with my face buried in Uncle Billy's feet hoping
that nobody heard the bed springs squeaking and enjoying the scent and feel
of his feet on my face.

Without even realizing at first that I was doing it I was doing it I was
touching and feeling Uncle Billy's hairy legs. I could feel the muscles in
the calves of his legs and was becoming slowly aroused again.

I pressed myself close to his body and continued to enjoy the feel of his
body close to mine, the heat emanating from it, his hairy legs, the scent
and feel of his feet on my face. I commence to make out with his big feet.
Kissing them all over and just exploring them with my lips and tongue and I
was hard as a rock again.

I curled my body around his socked feet and with one foot in my crotch and
the other in my face began to slowly hump him. There was no urgency this
time and I enjoyed each little sensation as i thrust forward on his
foot, rotating my hips and ass in different directions and just enjoying
being with him, the touch and feel of him, the taste and scent of his
socked feet. Slowly climbing that peak of sexual intensity until I climaxed
again and passed out naked at his feet.

I woke up at some point in the middle of the night and from the moonlight
shinning in the window the first thing I saw was Uncle Billy's big socked
feet. If this was a dream I didn't want to wake up.

Immediately I moved one of his feet to my crotch and buried my face in the
other inhaling his scent while slowly grinding on and humping his other
foot.  It wasn't long before I climaxed again and passed back into a deep
sleep with one of Uncle Billy's feet in my crotch and  my face buried in
the other.

When I woke up again the sun was shining in the window and I could smell
bacon frying and coffee. To my horror I was completely naked and
immediately thought about what happened last night and what Uncle Billy
thought about finding me naked in bed with him this morning.

Before I even finished that thought Uncle Billy came into the room smiling
and ruffled my hair and stated "Hey Squirt I bet you didn't get much sleep
last night but it sounded and looked like you were having fun"! I
immediately turned beet red and didn't know what to say.

He just looked down at me and said "Squirt don't worry about it. Your just
another horny MacGranite man. You didn't do anything wrong and I'm glad you
enjoyed yourself. Now i suggest you put your underwear and clothes on and
come to breakfast. We can talk about this this afternoon when we go fishing
without Grandaddy."

As Uncle Billy was leaving the room he turned around and said "By the way
Squirt nice cock you got there. Later on we can discuss other things you
can do with it besides pissing and cumming all over my feet". Then he burst
out laughing and headed out the door toward the kitchen for breakfast.

Granite Mac