Date: Thu, 25 Apr 2013 06:04:50 -0400
From: Mac Smith <granitemac@gmail.com>
Subject: Grandaddy's Feet - Part 8

This story was written about the author's life. Parts of it are true and
parts of it are purely the author's imagination.
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The author was young when he became sexually active however he does not
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Grandaddy's Feet - Part 8

I woke up to the smell of coffee and frying bacon. The sun was already up
and streaming in the window. I was just about ready to get up when Uncle
Billy stuck his head in the door, smiled, and told me to get my tired ass
out of bed.

When Grandaddy cooked breakfast it was always the same; bacon, eggs fried
in the bacon grease, toast, canned peaches, and strong black coffee.

While Grandaddy finished cooking breakfast Uncle Billy and I loaded our
gear into the back of the truck. We wolfed down breakfast, Uncle Billy and
I cleaned up, Grandaddy loaded up his gear, and we were off to the lake
lodge.

Up to that point in my life I had never been further than an hour or so
from home. I was sitting between the two men in my life, it was a beautiful
day, and we were heading out for two weeks of fishing and hopefully
fucking, so hell yes I was pretty damn excited.

Grandaddy and Uncle Billy were talking about a new war in some place called
Korea and Grandaddy asked if Uncle Billy would be going over there. He said
he didn't think so but you never knew what was going to happen. Their quiet
talk and the drone of the truck engine lulled me off to sleep and I slept
for a few hours or so.

I woke up to Uncle Billy shaking me. We were in the parking lot of a diner.
Grandaddy had stopped to refill the thermos with coffee and fill the gas
tank. There wasn't much there except a few logging trucks, the old diner,
and trees as far as you could see in any direction.

We rode on for a few more hours and finally Grandaddy pulled off the
highway into a small logging town. Wasn't much there either but a general
store and a small church. We went in the store and a man, who I'd guess was
about Grandaddy's age, came up and warmly greeted Grandaddy and Uncle
Billy.

The man looked at me and said this must be Jack's son, he's a dead ringer
for him. Grandaddy said yes this is my Grandson Jack Junior. We said
hello, shook hands, and he introduced himself as Mike. Grandaddy asked him
to fill the thermos with coffee.

Grandaddy chatted with Mike and caught up on local news while he filled the
thermos with coffee. Uncle Billy filled the gas tank, we paid
Mike and left. Only this time we didn't get back on the highway but instead
followed a dirt road thru the endless forest.

I asked how much farther it was to the lodge and was told not far distance
wise but because it was all dirt roads and logging roads from this point on
we had to slow down and it would take about another 90 minutes. Uncle Billy
asked where Mike's wife was as she was usually at the store. Grandaddy said
after raising five kids with Mike on top of the store, when the kids all
started to move away and the last one was gone, she left with one of the
truck drivers that came thru town a few years back and hadn't been heard
from since.

As we drove on every once in awhile we would see glimpses of the lake thru
breaks in the forest. After driving for about 30 minutes or so we came to a
fork in the road and there was a sign nailed to a tree that said "The Lake
Lodge" with an arrow pointing left. We turned left and followed the road
along the lake. Grandaddy said this was the beginning of the lodge
property. The road was narrower now and had lots of curves but now we
were almost
always able to see the lake and it was beautiful.

We drove on for another 30 minutes or so and came to a natural clearing in
the forest with a large farmhouse on it overlooking the lake. I had seen
glimpses of the house in pictures that Grandaddy had. There was a giant of
a man sitting on the front porch of the house in an oversized rocking chair
and as we approached he got up and came down to meet us. I knew from Uncle
Billy's description and the few pictures that we had of Great Grandaddy
that it had to be him.

He had a pipe between his teeth and as he came towards the truck he removed
it and held it in his hand. The size of him was intimidating but when he
removed his pipe and smiled I felt a familiar twitching in my groin and
knew I had to bed this man and soon.

I was quickly trying to calculate his age because by his looks and the
agility of his movements it was hard to believe he was Grandaddy's father
and in his 70s at the time.

When Grandaddy got out of the truck he approached him and hugged
him. Grandaddy stood 6ft 5in but was dwarfed by him. Not so much the height
as there was only 3 inches difference but the sheer size of him. He was a
big boned mountain of a man with hands like hams, one of which was pounding
Grandaddy on the back at the moment, and he was solid as a rock. Uncle
Billy was wrong about his weight he was over 300 lbs.

Uncle Billy then approached him and he grabbed his hand and squeezed it so
hard you could see Uncle Billy wince. Then Uncle Billy received the same
treatment as Grandaddy and I heard him say to him in his Scottish accented
voice that I came to know and love "Your getting soft in the Navy Lad" and
he Uncle Billy laughed like hell.

He then came up to me and I was speechless, in awe, and a little
frightened. I extended my hand as he said "Aye you must be wee Jack laddie.
You like just like your Dad God rest his soul in peace." And instead of
shaking my hand he scooped me up with his one arm, like a child does to a
doll, and crushed me to his chest while his other hand continued to hold
his pipe. My body was just dangling there for a few moments while he held
me to his chest  then he set me back down on the ground.

We all unloaded the back of the truck and he led us to the house. I
couldn't take my eyes off of him. He had a full head of thick curly white
hair, blue eyes that sparkled, a broad chest, massive shoulders, huge arms,
a flat stomach, and the biggest feet I have seen in my life to this day.
They were absolutely fucking huge and I had to look away because I was
staring at them and getting hard.

We left our fishing rods, tackle boxes, and such on the front porch and
he led us inside and strait upstairs to the bedrooms to store our clothing.
Uncle Billy and Grandaddy were both well familiar with the house and went
to the bedrooms they knew they'd be staying in and I followed Grandaddy but
Great Grandaddy stopped me and said "This way laddie you'll be bunking in
with me at least for the first few nights." I almost climaxed right then.

Great Grandaddy's room was huge and had the biggest bed I had ever seen in
it. Because of his size he had a lot of custom made furniture in the house
to fit him. Much of his clothing and boots were also custom made back in
Scotland for the same reason, his size.

I was confused as to where the lodge was and asked him so. Aye he said
that's right you've never been here before. The lodge is a piece further
down the road. This house I built for your Great Grandma and the children.
We shut the lodge down when the hunting season is over and open it again in
the spring in time for fishing season. Come now you must be hungry after
your travels and he led me down stairs thru the house to the kitchen.

In the kitchen he introduced me to one of the three male cooks on the
property. They took care of both the farmhouse and the lodge meals. Lodge
guests were never invited to the farmhouse and most family meals were never
taken in the lodge other than lunch. Great Grandaddy had strict rules about
separating his guests from his family.

This cook was Canadian French and was introduced as Frenchie. He spoke
broken English but Great Grandaddy said "Don't let him fool you Frenchie
understands every word you say in English. Only time he doesn't understand
English is when he doesn't want to do something asked of him. Isn't that
right Frenchie?"

The cook acted indignant at Great Grandaddy's comments and let out with a
stream of French, turned his back toward us and said "I make something
for young man to eat only. Not you" and waddled off. Great Grandaddy just
laughed and said "Jack (which was Grandaddy's first name) and young Billy
are also here and could use something to eat. Try to make something more
edible than the usual French swill you serve us." Which prompted Frenchie
to respond in a stream of English and French profanity directed at Great
Grandaddy who just laughed.

Frenchie was an institution at the lodge. Only he cooked the farmhouse
family meals. He was an older gent, I'd guess in his 60s, and had been
coming to the lodge for almost 40 years. He was short and as round as he
was tall but an excellent cook. He was really the top dog of the
domestic hired help at the lodge.

He showed up in late March with all of the domestic help needed to open
and run the lodge and departed in December with his help in tow once the
lodge was shut down. In addition to Frenchie there were two other cooks and
three housekeepers/cooks helpers. Frenchie ruled the roost with an iron
fist and the help did not dare question his authority. He hired and fired
the domestic help none of which could speak English.

Great Grandaddy paid him well and kept him happy. He was the one that
convinced Great Grandaddy to install indoor plumbing in the house, bunk
house, and the lodge. Although it sounded like Great Grandaddy and him were
always arguing with each other they had a great respect for each other.
Only he addressed Great Grandaddy by his first name, William, everyone else
addressed him as Mr MacGranite including the lodge guests.

We just sat down at the table when Grandaddy and Uncle Billy joined us.
Frenchie brought over pictures of iced tea and coffee. He then brought us a
platter of the best tasting roast beef sandwiches I had ever eaten. We
thanked him and he left the kitchen.

It was now about 4 PM and Great Grandaddy said early evening was one of the
best times of day to fish on the lake. Grandaddy asked where his bother
Willie was and Link. Great Grandaddy said they had a full house at the
lodge, which meant 15 guests, and it was Saturday, so they were helping
to prepare for the new guests arrival tomorrow.

Almost all of the guests at the lodge were repeat customers that returned
every year. Many were second and third generation guests. Even the original
owners sons and grandsons still came to the lodge. They reserved three
rooms every year from the time the lodge opened in the spring until it
closed in early winter. According to Uncle Billy they paid a small fortune
for the three best rooms in the lodge. Nowadays many guests, including
them, flew to the lodge via airplanes equipped with pontoons that landed
on and took off from the lake.

These special guests came and went as they pleased knowing that their rooms
were always ready for them. All other guests arrived on Sunday and departed
the following Saturday morning so the rooms could be readied for the next
guests. So it being a Saturday it was busy as hell at the lodge.

Grandaddy offered for us to go up to the lodge and help but Great Grandaddy
said no he was taking his son, grandson, and great grandson fishing for a
few hours.

We retrieved our fishing gear, went down to the farmhouse pier, got into
Great Grandaddy's private boat, and sped to the other side of the
bay. Great Grandaddy said this was the best spot for lake trout and land
locked salmon. We caught a few lake trout but they were too small so we
released them back into the lake.

Dinner was at 8:00 PM sharp at the farmhouse and the lodge. If you missed
that time you were on your own, including guests. There were platters of
cold cuts, cheeses, and fresh baked rolls left in both kitchens for you to
help yourself to and the kitchen was always open to all guests. Very few
guests missed dinner or before dinner drinks which started at 7:00 PM every
evening. One of the MacGranite men or Uncle Link attended the
lodge cocktail hour every night, dinner, and the after dinner drinks,
cigars, pipes, what have you, where that days fishing stories were told.

Saturday nights the MacGranite men had drinks and ate together at the
farmhouse. If there were any guests at the lodge that were staying two
weeks, or special guests that were there on Saturday nights the help took
care of them.  We arrived just in time for drinks. Great Uncles Willie and
Link were already on the porch drinks in hand.

There were handshakes all around, manly bear hugs, and back poundings while
Great Grandaddy went in and got drinks for those without one and he brought
me a bottle of cola. Great Uncle Willie was a shorter and more slender version
of Great Grandaddy. Uncle Link was completely different than anyone I had
ever seen before.

He was short, not much taller than me, standing at 5 ft 7 in but massively
built. Huge shoulders, big arms that extended ape like almost to his knees,
short legs, and the hairiest person I'd ever seen. Hair by the hands full
burst out of his opened collared shirt and covered the backs of his hands.
You could see his five o'clock shadow starting just under his eye sockets
which held big soft brown eyes. He had a viscous looking scar that started
just under his eyebrow, extended down the side of his face, and continued
down his neck until hidden by the collar of his shirt. But when he smiled
it lit up the room with warmth.

I was surprised at how much Great Grandaddy and the Great Uncles spoke and
laughed. The conversation flowed and Grandaddy and Uncle Billy often joined
in.

I stood quietly taking it all in and stealing glances of Great Grandaddy's
enormous feet. Great Grandaddy noticed how quiet I was and said "Laddie
being raised by these two, and he nodded his head towards Grandaddy and
Uncle Billy who were standing near each other, I know it must seem odd for
you to hear men talking so much. A fish speaks more than the two of them
combined." We were all laughing at that comment as Frenchie came out and
announced dinner was served.

Dinner was extraordinary. Cornish hens stuffed with wild rice, brookies,
salads, fresh baked rolls, wine, iced tea, and two different desserts I'd
never heard of before that Frenchie made himself. After dinner there was
coffee and brandy served on the porch to be enjoyed with cigars or your
pipe. Grandaddy sought out Frenchie and complimented him on the fine
meal and made sure Uncle Billy and I did the same.

It was getting close to 10 PM, it had been a long day, and I was tired.
Great Grandaddy noticed me yawning and suggested we head up to bed and let
the Uncles catch up alone. I perked right up at that suggestion hoping he
wasn't to tired for some fun.

Once we were in the room and the door was closed Great Grandaddy asked me
to help him take off his boots. He sat on the bed and lifted one leg. I
straddled his leg and put one hand on the heel of his boot and the other on
the toe and it slipped right off. I let out a soft sigh when I saw his big
socked foot for the first time. Damn was it big! We're talking major big!
He must have worn a size 20 and it seemed double the width of most men's
feet.

His actual shoe size wasn't known even to him. Great Grandaddy had his
boots custom made. When he wanted new ones he traced the outline of his
foot onto brown butchers paper and sent it along with a letter and a bank
draft to a cobbler in Scotland.

His boots were soft brown leather, came almost to his knee, and his pants
were tucked inside of them. He wore thick natural wool socks that were of
equal height and also came from Scotland.

I could instantly smell that musky masculine male scent from his one foot
and was hard as a rock. Like all men he had his own unique scent. It was
equally strong as the scent from Grandaddy's feet but different. I just
stood there straddling his leg staring at his foot deeply inhaling
the scent of his foot and lost in lust. Great Grandaddy finally broke the
spell by stating "Laddie if you think one foot smells good imagine how two
will? Why don't you take off my other boot and find out?"

That's all I needed to hear. I quickly removed his other boot only this
time as soon as his boot came off I leaned forward and buried my face in
his toes. His sock was warm and moist and his scent had me moaning with
desires. Once again the voice of Great Grandaddy broke the trance I was in,
"Aye laddie lets get undressed and into the bed where its more
comfortable".

I watched him undress as I stripped in seconds and climbed into his big
bed. He had woolen long johns on that he left on along with his socks and
climbed into the bed. Damn what a man and I just drunk in the sight of him
for a moment while he lied there stretched out on his back smiling at me.

I immediately got into what was now my favorite position - Flat on my back,
between his legs, with my head at his feet. I asked him to lift his legs
and bend his knees. Then I lifted one his feet and put it down on my face
and began to sniff and enjoy his huge masculine feet with that familiar
scent that drove me wild. His one foot went from the top of my head to the
middle of my chest and was wider than my face.

I was making out with his foot, rubbing it, kissing it, smelling it,
tasting it, and in general worshipping his massive foot. He said "Aye you
like the feet laddie eh". I muttered something back and he took his other
big foot and began to rub me all over with it. I was in heaven and going
wild. I couldn't get enough of his smelly big feet. I grabbed the one big
foot that was rubbing me all over and held it in my crotch, wrapped my legs
around it and immediately began to hump the shit out of it while I held the
other one close to my face and continued to enjoy the heady aroma of his
foot scent.

The wool of his socks on my bare skin, cock, and balls gave me a new
sensation I had never felt before. I was going crazy now just from the size
of his feet alone. Humping his one foot like a mad man while he pressed
down on my crotch with it. His other foot I had both of my arms wrapped
around and held it as tight as possible to my face while I inhaled deeply
of his scent. I climaxed but kept right on doing what I was doing until
Great Grandaddy pulled his foot from my face and told me to come up for
air.

I just lied there for a moment between his legs caressing his big feet and
didn't want this night to ever end. I rolled over, got on my hands and
knees, straddled his left leg, bent forward and started sniffing, kissing,
and sucking his toes. Just having a good ole time.

To my amazement he took his right foot and began rubbing my ass cheeks. He
instructed me to put my hands on both ass cheeks and pull them as far apart
as I could. I did as he told me and almost jumped out of my skin when he
put his big toe between my ass cheeks and commenced to vigorously rub my
man hole. I was  now being somewhat toe fucked and boy did I fucking love
it. I was gyrating my hips and wiggling my ass like a two dollar whore
trying to get his toe up inside of me, moaning like hell and begging him to
fuck my tight man hole with his big Great Grandaddy cock!

He continued to rub my man hole with his big toe what seemed like forever
and I continued to moan and plead with him to fuck me. My body was on fire
and the only thing that was going to extinguish the inferno was his big
cock.

I turned around and he was lying there smiling. His big hard on pressing
against the material of his long johns. As crawled up his body he told me
to get the jar of Vaseline from on top of his bureau because we were going
to need lots of it before he could stuff me full of his big meat. When I
turned back to him with the jar of vaseline in my hands I gasped "Oh my God
Great Grandaddy."

The front of his long Johns were unbuttoned all the way and his man meat
was pointing straight out. Like the rest of him it was massive. He was
uncut like Uncle Billy, Grandaddy, and I but his foreskin even erect did
not retract and still covered the head of his humongous cock.

I just stood there frozen in place mesmerized and yes frightened by the
sight of his cock. Uncle Billy told me how big it was but nothing could
really mentally prepare you for the sight of his cock for the first time.
It was the size of a small arm with a closed fist at the end.

He called me too him and then sat on the bed. I handed him the jar of
Vaseline still in a trance. He just smiled and said "Aye Laddie smaller men
and women than you have had my cock and enjoyed it. You will too." He spun
me around, pushed gently on my back until I bent forward and began to apply
the Vaseline to the opening of my man hole in a circular motion. The
sensation of his finger tip had me moaning and pushing back on his finger.
When his index finger pushed into me I started to immediately hump back and
forth on it. He laughed softly and said "Aye your a hot one laddie".

He kept pushing more and more Vaseline into my ass and was now using two
fingers to push it deeper inside of me. I was panting like a bitch in heat
and continued to slide my ass back and forth on his fingers when he found
and commenced to massage my crazy button. "Oh Great Grandaddy, oh please,
oh yes, oh yes, please fuck me, please fuck me with your big cock".

"Not yet Laddie, we need more Vaseline. Hold on. You've a tight little arse
and my cock isn't small eh" as he kept applying what felt like the entire
jar of vaseline up my ass.

Great Grandaddy's two fingers were big, thick, hard, calloused, and
 together where larger than most men's cocks. Every time he removed them
from my ass to get more vaseline I pushed my ass back trying to find them
and force myself upon them.

He finally told me to climb on the bed and lie on my side. I did as he
said while he applied Vaseline to his cock. I felt the bed sag and the
springs groan with the addition of his weight in the bed.

He snuggled up behind me and had me lift one leg in the air. Then he began
to rub his massive cock head on my man hole, teasing me for several minutes
until I was begging him to fuck me. All it once I felt his cock head
pushing into me while he reached over me and suddenly pinched my nipple so
hard I screamed out and at that exact moment he pushed his cock into me and
was deep inside of me before the pain subsided from my nipple. I
immediately lost my erection.

"There there laddie I'd never do anything to hurt you laddie but it would
have been worse laddie had I not done that to you. Settle down now laddie.
Hush and let Great Grandaddy take care of you. I know what you want and
need laddie." He continued to whisper to me, soothing me with his
voice, and had his arm around me and was gently rubbing my sore nipple.

The feeling of him inside of me was beyond description. I felt filled to
capacity with him in me. With each push from him it felt as if my insides
were adjusting to accommodate his length and girth until all 11 inches of
his cock was in me.  I was beyond impaled I was down right skewered on his
cock.

He slowly started pulling out and sliding back into me. Just an inch or so
at first then more and more until he was pulling back 6 to 8 inches and
sliding it back home. The sensation of being completely filled by him never
subsided however the pain did and was replaced by a warmth and tingling
sensation that spread from ass outward throughout my body. My erection was
back, he was rubbing my crazy button with each stroke, and we found our
rhythm.

Each stroke from him got better and I was soon lost in a sexual frenzy of
pure lust. He rolled me face down on the bed without his cock ever
disconnecting from my ass and was now on top of me. I could feel his hairy
body completely covering mine and the weight of him pushed me deep into the
mattress and kept me pinned there. I was unable to move any part of my body
and had totally succumbed to him and the pleasure of his mighty cock.

Great Grandaddy had one speed, slow but constant. I was drooling, moaning,
and felt all 300 lbs of him on me and in me. My eyes were going back in my
head and I felt I was being driven insane from the pleasure he was giving
me. My first orgasm hit starting outward from ass until my entire body was
convulsing with wave after wave of pleasure and I shot stream after stream
of cum. On and on he continued as I remained immobile underneath him
skewered on his magnificent pole of pleasure.

I lied there underneath him a quivering mass of flesh in a pool of our
sweat and my cum while his mighty cock continued to slowly destroy my ass.
I could not stop him from doing what he was doing even if I wanted to.
He continued on relentlessly, I could feel his gargantuan low hangers
banging on my balls and my body began to respond again to his
ministrations. I was climbing that peak of pleasure again when he rolled
over onto his back and took me with him.

With his cock still planted in my ass he commenced to thrust upwards.
He grabbed my hips in his hands and pushed me downward onto his cock as far
as I could possibly go and began to vigorously fuck the life out of me. I
was screaming out in pleasure so loud they must have heard me down at the
lodge. Begging him to stop and at the same time begging him to never stop
fucking me.

With each thrust his cock was ramming my crazy button and I was delirious
with the pleasure this mountain of a man was giving me. My orgasm came in
waves of sensations and my body convulsed again with each one of them. He
thrust up into me one last time and pushed me down on to his cock holding
me there in a death grip as he had his orgasm and flooded my ass with his
seed.

I lied there on top of him staring up at the ceiling while slowly floating
back down to earth. His chest was still heaving but was slowly returning
to normal and although his erection had subsided it was still planted deep
inside of me. His hands began to gently caress my body as he spoke softly
to me. "Aye Laddie you make me feel 30 years younger but a boy like you
could kill an old man like me" and he softly chuckled.

I rolled of him disconnecting us and crawled back on his chest facing him.
His chest hair was soaked with sweat. I slowly started to kiss him and he
opened his mouth and welcomed me inside. He put his arms around me and
rolled us over so he was now on top of me and I could feel the weight of
him once again forcing me deep into the mattress. His tongue now pushed its
way into my mouth and like everything else about him it was big and filled
my mouth completely.

I started to suck on his tongue while running my hands thru the hair on his
head and just continued to enjoy the feeling of the weight of his body on
mine, the feeling of his hairy chest covering me like a blanket, the heat
of his body, and the scent of his masculinity while we continued to kiss.

He lifted his head looked down at me, kissed me on the nose, smiled and
said "Laddie as much as I'd like to its not going to happen again tonight".
 I laughed and responded "Great Grandaddy I don't think I could take
another round with you tonight but there's always tomorrow".  He burst out
laughing "Aye that there is Laddie" and rolled off of me on to his back
beside me.

As Great Grandaddy was falling off to sleep I put his cock and balls back
into his long johns and buttoned them back up. I stared at his body
stretched out on the bed and thought how lucky I was to have so many good
men at my disposal.

My hands reached out to him and wandered down to his cock and balls and I
began to play with them, thinking about tomorrow and drifted off to sleep.

Granite Mac