Date: Mon, 10 May 2010 20:46:25 -0700 (PDT) From: Jerlar Subject: Living With Grandpa This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. Mark Stevens Jetdesk2@yahoo.com Living with Grandpa, Part 1 My name is Josh Lambert. When I was ten years something happened that would change my life forever. My parents, Bob and Marie Lambert were away on a trip and I was staying with my grandpa on his ranch. It wasn't uncommon for me to stay with him when my parents were out of town. My grandmother had died when I was five, and my grandfather, being alone, enjoyed having me spend time with him. He lived miles out in the country, the nearest town being thirty miles away. My grandpa's name was Todd Lambert, and even though he didn't seem so at the time, he was actually very young. He had been seventeen when my father was born, and, as history repeats itself often, my father had been seventeen when I was born. Therefore, when I had been born, my Grandpa Todd had been thirty-four. Because he was so young, I always enjoyed coming to stay with him. He was always full of energy, always willing to play with me, take me places, and keep me entertained. In later years, after I became an adult, I wondered how he had managed to spend so much time with me. He had a full time job just keeping his ranch running smoothly, yet, when I visited him, he always had time for me. I celebrated my tenth birthday at Grandpa's. He gave me a big party, ice cream, cake, and all of the trimmings. Afterward, my parents told me goodbye and headed out on their trip. "We'll see you in two weeks, Josh," my mother said. She gave me a kiss on the cheek. I tried to pull away from her. "Mom, stop that," I told her. "I'm too old for you to kiss me." My dad dropped to his knee and said, "Guys are never too old for a kiss." Although he didn't give me a kiss, he did pull me close and hugged me tightly. "Are you going to mind your grandpa?" "He always does," Grandpa assured my father. They soon got into the care and headed for the main road, leaving the ranch, and the two of us, my grandpa and me, behind. We waved until the car finally disappeared from sight, a cloud of dust making the car disappear. My grandpa lowered his hand and looked at me. He grinned, and said, "Now our vacation starts." The next few days passed by rather quickly. Grandpa was up each morning by six o'clock. He believed in starting his day really early. I, on the other hand, was quite content to come down stairs anytime after eight. Grandpa would always fix a big breakfast, and leave mine on the stove for me to eat when I was ready for it. Grandpa would finish up whatever it was he had to do outside, and before noon, he would be back, and the rest of the day would be ours, to do whatever we chose to do. About a mile from the house, in the "lower pasture", as Grandpa liked to call it, was a nice sized pond. On the second day of my stay, grandpa asked if I would like to go swimming. "I'd like that," I assured him. The summer before I had learned how to swim, and I loved spending time in water. "Well, after our lunch settles a bit, we'll take the truck and head up to the `lower pasture'. Did you bring swim trunks?" I shook my head. I had forgotten that he liked to swim in the pond. "I have plenty of regular shorts," I hastened to say. Grandpa stood to his feet. We had finished our lunch. As he carried the dishes to the sink, he said, "Won't matter, there's plenty of privacy up there. I usually go ass naked. You okay with that?" At ten, whatever your grandfather says, well, you have to agree with it. After all, he is your grandpa! "Sounds great," I told him. I helped him clean the kitchen up, and when we had finished, Grandpa said, "Why don't you run upstairs and grab a couple of towels from the linen closet? I think by the time we get to the pond, our food will be settled enough." As he spoke the words, his eyes twinkled. I did as he asked. I hauled ass up the stairs two at a time, pulled two towels out of the closet and fairly flew back down the stairs. I ran through the kitchen and out the back door. I saw Grandpa sitting in the old truck he used to travel around the ranch, and I joined him, slamming the door loudly as I took a seat next to him. "You ready?" I nodded. Grandpa started the old truck, and we took off. We were headed for the "lower pasture", and I was excited, thinking about swimming in the cool pond water. This would be my first time to swim there, since I had only learned to swim the summer before. "You're sure you can swim good enough to do this?" I could hear concern in his voice. "Grandpa," was all I said. "Well, how would it be if I had to tell your folks you drowned? Would sort of ruin their trip, I dare say." His eyes twinkled. "I love you, Grandpa." "I love you, too, Josh." Grandpa drove on, and I think he hit ever bump there was between the house and the pond. By the time he stopped near the water, I felt as if I had been riding a horse and had worked like crazy to stay on and not fall off. I watched Grandpa as he opened the pick up door and slid his feet to the ground. I followed him, my own body sliding past the steering wheel, my feet landing on the ground with a plop. I walked a couple of feet behind my grandfather, and suddenly, as I thought about swimming with him in the pond, I realized I had never seen him naked before. Nor had he seen me, if I remembered correctly. Suddenly I felt a little shy, maybe even a bit uncomfortable. Grandpa walked over to a big wooden table. He had built it a long time ago, and often, when we visited, we would come up here for a picnic. I watched as he laid the towels down. Suddenly I was aware of my grandpa, and how nice looking he actually was. I had never given it much thought before. He was just Grandpa. I thought about my Grandmother. I hardly remembered her at all. Suddenly, I wondered why he had never remarried. I knew it was lonesome way out here in the country. "You ready to hit the water?" Grandpa asked. I watched as he pulled his tee shirt up over his head. He tossed it on the table. I couldn't help but notice the thick mat of black hair that started at the base of his neck, right in align with his shoulder. The further it went down his stomach, the thicker it got. It seemed to stop where his jeans lay pressed tightly around his body. Grandpa Todd looked at me and grinned. "Boy, are you just going to stand there, or are you going swimming?" I came to, and my eyes met his. When I didn't make a move to start undressing, he asked, "Are you embarrassed to get buck naked in front of me?" I shook my head. "I don't think so." Now, talk about a dumb answer! "You shouldn't be," he told me. "After all, it's only natural that a couple of farm guys see each other naked now and then." His words put me at ease, and I quickly followed his lead. I tossed my shirt off. It landed on the table next to his. Without stopping to think about it, I reached down and pulled my shorts and briefs down at the same time. As I stepped out of them, I looked up and discovered Grandpa standing before me, completely naked. I couldn't help it. My eyes aimed at his hairy chest, and they quickly traveled down his body, noting that the further I looked, the more hair he had on his body. I looked at my own body. My chest was smooth, and even around my cock there was no sign of hair. Grandpa must have realized what I was doing. He said, "Don't worry, Josh, your body will change. You're dad looked just like you when he was your age, and as he got older, his body changed a lot. Before I realized it, I heard the words out of my mouth. "I hope so. I hate this skinny body." "Trust me, you will change." Grandpa held out his hand. "Shall we hit the water, Josh?" As I followed Grandpa into the shallow end of the pond the water felt good. However, as it crept up my legs, and suddenly hit my balls, it felt as if something cold stabbed its way through my body. A giant shiver went all through me. Grandpa asked, "Are you cold?" "A little," I answered, my teeth chattering. "Move about, force the blood to move through you." I did as he said, and soon, the water felt much different. It was the first time I had ever swum naked, and, for a ten year old boy, I found that quite exciting. Beside Grandpa's moving body, I stroked my way through the now not so cold water, my hands and legs causing me to glide smoothly, almost skimming the top, as we made our way from one side to the other. As I swam, I felt the water massaging my body, and when my feet touched the bottom after reaching the other side, I was suddenly embarrassed. Sometime during my swim, my cock had grown between my legs, and now, I could feel it standing out, aiming its way through the water. "You ready to get out for a bit?" Grandpa asked. Without thinking, my hands dropped in the water. They found my hard cock, and I quickly pulled away. "I think I'll stay in for a bit," I answered. "The water feels great." Grandpa looked at me, but he didn't say anything. He just stood there, running his hands in a semi circle back and forth at his side. A few minutes later he asked me, "Josh, are you enjoying this? Do you actually enjoy swimming?" "I do, Grandpa," I assured him. He looked at me closely and asked, "So, what do you think about swimming naked?" "It's different. I kind of like it," I added, a shy grin forming on my lips. "There's nothing like it," Grandpa agreed. "No matter how tired I get from working the ranch, I can come up here, strip off and hit the water, and in a matter of minutes, well, I can't tell you how good it makes me feel." Touching my dick once more, I said, "I think I know how you feel. I sort of feel the same way." We swam some more, and finally, my cock went down, and once more, I felt I could step out of the water. "You about ready to head back to the house, Josh?" Suddenly I remembered what he had looked like as he stood before me naked, just before we went into the water, and I wanted to look at him once more. "Could we spend a little time in the sun, Grandpa?" Grandpa seemed surprised. "Do you mean sunbathe?" he asked. I nodded. "Sure, if that's what you want to do, then that's what we'll do." We stepped out of the water and walked over to the table. We each grabbed a towel and, finding a grassy spot, threw the towel down. I lay on my towel on my stomach, conscious that my ass was there for Grandpa to see. Of course, I could turn and see his hairy butt as it waved to me. Grandpa's ass was covered in a thick coat of black hair. Like with his chest, it covered his back rather thickly and made its way down to his butt. I tried not to stare as I admired it. Even his crack had a row of tiny black hairs. They completely lined his crack, and suddenly I wondered what they would feel like if I rubbed it. "Josh?" "Huh?" I was suddenly brought out of my thoughts. "I don't know where you were, but I think you were a long ways from here." "Not really," I answered. "Just doing some thinking," I added. Grandpa was silent for a moment. Finally he said, "You seem fascinated by my body hair." It was a quiet statement, but it caused a giant explosion in my brain. I just looked at Grandpa and didn't speak. "Do you want body hair when you grow up?" "I hadn't give it much thought before, but, now that I've seen you, I kind of think I would like it." I was trying to be as honest with him as I could. "Just hang in there, it will come. Maybe sooner than you think," he added with a grin. We spent the next hour or so talking and enjoying the warm air as it dried our bodies. Finally we got dressed and went back to the house. We took our showers, dressed, and then I helped Grandpa prepare dinner. As I put glasses on the table and went for the plates, I caught my grandpa looking at me. His eyes seemed to be following every move I made back and forth across the kitchen. "What?" I finally asked. "Can't I just watch you?" he asked me. I shrugged my shoulders. "Whatever makes you happy," I grinned back. Later, our meal over, I helped him clean up, and we went into the den to watch television. Life on the ranch was exhausting to me and an hour or so later I suddenly realized I was only catching part of the program. I would sometimes drift off for minutes at a time, and then suddenly I'd jump and force my eyes open. "Maybe you should head to bed," Grandpa said softly. "Life on the ranch seems to be wearing you out," he added with a smile. Suddenly I felt myself move. I opened my eyes and discovered Grandpa had picked me up in his arms. He started for the stairs. The words came out of me sleepily, "Grandpa?" "Yeah, Josh?" "Can I sleep in your bed tonight?" "Is that what you want?" he asked quietly. "It's a long ways down the hall to my bed," I said. I closed my eyes and rested my head against his shoulder. "If that's where you want to sleep tonight, then it's all right with me." With me still in his arms, Grandpa pulled the cover back on his bed. I felt him place me on the sheet. He pulled the top cover up over me. "Night, Josh," he said. "Are you coming to bed soon?" I asked. My eyes were already closed. "I'll be up in a bit," he answered. This routine went on for the next couple of days. We would start our day as we always had Grandpa with an early breakfast, and me with a later one. Sometimes I would help with some of the projects on the ranch, and every afternoon we would go swimming in the "lower pasture". Soon I was completely comfortable being naked in front of him, and even though I still admired his body, enjoyed the hairy view he gave, it suddenly felt like we had always shared these naked moments with each other. It quickly became a part of us, of our lives. At evening time we would have our meal, watch our television, and sometimes, rather than television we would play checkers. I would even manage to beat him several times, and even though I sort of felt like he "let" me beat him, I still enjoyed doing it. We would end our day with him either carrying me up the stairs, or I would follow him sleepily into his room where we continued sleeping next to each other. Somehow, we both found it comforting just knowing each of us was on our side of the bed. For a ten year old boy, to say this was the perfect world would have been an understatement. I was the happiest I had ever been in my life, especially with my parents away. They had been gone for a week by this time, and usually it was along about now that I began to feel a bit of homesickness. However, this time, I was having such a good time with my grandpa that I was not missing them in the least. In fact, I was starting to feel a little sad thinking that they would return the following week. The days were flying by at such a rapid pace that I could hardly believe time was running out. I had no idea at all. <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< It was the following evening. Dinner was over, and I had gone out to sit on the porch. The day had been really hot, and now, as the sun made its way over the trees behind the house, the air was starting to cool down. I took a deep breath and looked all around me. How good it felt to be here taking all of this in. Suddenly the door opened, and I saw Grandpa standing in the door way. Usually he called out some kind of smart ass greeting. This time, however, he just looked at me and there was absolutely no smile on his face. In fact, his face seemed to be frozen, unmoving. "Grandpa, is something wrong?" I jumped to my feet. I watched as he came out to the porch. He told me to sit back down, and he joined me on the step. "We need to talk, Josh." I could hardly hear the words he spoke. "Okay." I didn't know what else to say. I watched as Grandpa took a deep breath. "Josh, I received a telephone call just now." I asked, "From Mom and Dad?" Inside I thought, "Shit, they're coming home sooner then they had planned. Our time is going to be up." Grandpa reached out his hand and placed it on my knee. "Not from your parents," he sighed. "I wish it had been." Suddenly I felt something was awfully wrong. "What is it, Grandpa?" "The call was from the State Police in Colorado." Colorado was the state my parents had traveled to. "There's been an accident, Josh. You're Dad and Mom, they," his voice faltered, and he didn't continue. "But they are okay, right?" I had to speak those words, had to believe what I was saying. "No, Josh, they're not okay. They are both dead." I heard those words, and the world seemed to stop before me. Time stood still, and I thought my heart actually stopped beating for a time. Suddenly I was aware of my grandfather's arms pulling me to him, and together, our tears fell along our cheeks and our world was stopped by sadness. How long we sat there I don't have a clue. All I knew was that words simply failed us. We were numb, neither one of us feeling a thing except emptiness as if a giant void had come down from the sky and swallowed us both completely. For now, neither of us had any questions. All we could do was comfort the other best as we could. End Part one. If you think this story has possibilities, let me know. Mark Stevens Jetdesk2@yahoo.com