Date: Tue, 27 Jul 2010 18:11:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Living With Grandpa, Part 4

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.
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Mark Stevens
Jetdesk2@yahoo.com


Living With Grandpa, Part 4


	When I opened my eyes the next morning I was alone in bed. Grandpa
had already started his day. I quickly jumped out of bed and went to my
room to dress for school. I always laid my clothes out the night before, so
it didn't take long for me to dress and head down stairs.
	I came into the kitchen. Grandpa was at the stove frying bacon.
	"Morning, Josh," he greeted.
	"Good morning, Grandpa."
	"Have a seat. Breakfast is almost ready," he told me.
	I sat down at the kitchen table and watched as Grandpa soon placed
a plate of food before me. He took his place across the table and we began
eating in silence. I looked up at Grandpa every once in a while, but he
remained silent, not talking.
	Finally I said, "Grandpa?"
	"Yes, Josh?"
	"Is everything okay?"
	He nodded his head and kept on eating his breakfast.
	"Are you mad?"
	Grandpa looked across the table at me. He laid his fork down and
said, "Josh, I could never be mad at you."
	"Then is something wrong? Did I do something to upset you?"
	"To be honest with you, Josh, I'm a bit caught up with what
happened last night. I'm not so sure it was the right thing to do."
	"I'm sorry, Grandpa."
	"You have nothing to be sorry for, Josh."
	Grandpa looked at the clock on the wall. "You'd better hurry and
finish your breakfast. The bus will be here soon."
	I pushed my plate to the side, no longer hungry. "Please don't
worry, Grandpa," I tried to assure him. "You did nothing wrong."
	Grandpa smiled and said, "Josh, you are a good kid. Hope you know
how I feel about you."
	I stood to my feet and carried my plate to the sink. Then I walked
over to Grandpa and gave him a hug. "I hope you know how I feel, too."
	I gave his shoulders a squeeze and went over to pick up my back
pack on the bar. "I'll see you after school. Are you going to be home?"
	"Should be," he answered. "Have no plans at the moment, just jobs
around the ranch today."
	"Cool, see you then. Bye, Grandpa."
	I put my back pack over my shoulders and headed for the door. "See
you."
	I hurried out of the house and made my way quickly down the
graveled drive that led to the main road. The bus was just pulling up, and
I skipped up the steps and found a seat.
	As the day got under way, and I went to my classes, I couldn't help
but think about Grandpa and the mood he had been in at breakfast. It kind
of worried me. I was afraid he might be upset enough that he would ask me
to return to my own bed to sleep. I didn't want that, not at all. I loved
being in his bed, feeling his warm body next to me. Not only did I find it
exciting, but it made me feel really secure that he was that close by as I
slept, made me feel safe.
	Somehow the day passed, and the school bus brought me home once
more. I jumped off and quickly walked back along the road to the house; To
Grandpa's house.
	I opened the door and hurried inside the house. "Grandpa, I'm
home," I called.
	"In here, Josh."
	I hurried to the den, following the sound of Grandpa's voice. There
I discovered him in his recliner.
	"How was school, Josh?" he asked me.
	"Okay, I guess. Just school," I added.
	I pulled my back pack off and gave it a toss. It landed on one end
of the couch. I hurried out to the kitchen and soon returned with a coke. I
fell down beside my back pack.
	"So, how was your day?" I asked.
	"Nothing spectacular, just getting some things done around the
ranch," he answered. He looked at me closely and said, "Josh, I want to
have a talk with you."
	I took a sip of my coke. "Okay," I said. I wasn't sure I was going
to like what he had to say. I waited for him to continue.
	"Josh, I've spent a lot of time thinking today while you were at
school. About us," he added.
	I kept silent, waiting for him to continue.
	"You realize, don't you, Son, that if anyone found out what we did
last night, it could cause trouble for both of us?"
	"I suppose so," I said. "We really didn't do anything," I added.
	"Yes, we did, and you know it. Josh, you touched me in places that
people would not understand. You did things to me people would not like. We
both did," he added.
	"It's no one else's business," I pointed out to him.
	"I agree. That's why, Josh that this has got to be our secret,
okay? You can't tell anyone at school."
	"As if I would," I said. "Grandpa, you can trust me. You have my
word."
	"I know I can, Josh. Just remember, what we do is between us."
	"Again, Grandpa, you have my word."
	Grandpa got out of his chair. "Good, then consider this subject
closed."
	As he headed for the kitchen, he turned and asked, "You have
homework?"
	"Always," I answered.
	"Then why don't you tackle it while I see about supper?"
	I tossed my bag over my shoulder, and with my drink in my hand,
headed upstairs to my room.
	As I sat down at my desk and pulled my math book from the bag I
thought about what Grandpa had said. I was glad he still wanted me to sleep
in his bed. When he first started talking I just knew he was feeling bad
about what happened and wanted to stop it from happening again.
	Feeling really happy inside, I attacked my home work with full
force. In fact, I got so lost in what I was doing that I was startled when
Grandpa stopped at the door to my room and spoke.
	"How's it coming, Josh?" he asked.
	"I'm just about through with my math assignment," I told him.
	"Supper is ready. You can finish up here after you are through
eating."
	I closed my math book and pushed my chair back. "I'm starving," I
said and followed him down to the kitchen.
	During the meal Grandpa asked how school had been that day, and I
answered his questions. He was really interested in my life, and I was
grateful that he was.
	The meal passed quickly, and when I had finished eating, Grandpa
said, "I'll clean up here. You can go back and finish your homework."
	I started to leave the room. At the door I stopped and turned to
face him. "I don't have much more homework. I'm going to finish it and hit
the shower. Are we going to watch television in your room tonight?"
	"If that's what you want," he said.
	"It is."
	I hurried up the stairs and dug my English book out of my bag. I
had twenty sentences to write, and then I would be finished for the
evening.
	English is an easy subject for me, and I really like it, so it
didn't take long for me to finish up.  When I was done with my writing
assignment, I closed the book and placed it back in my bag.
	I decided to get my shower out of the way. I stripped out of my
clothes and headed for the bathroom. I turned the water on and quickly
stepped under the hot steamy spray. It felt so good to have my body
massaged by the sharp needles of water. I reached for the bar of soap and
began soaping my body, spreading lather from my face all the way down.
	When I came to my thick wet bush I felt a shiver run through my
body. Although hair had surrounded my cock for quite some time now, I still
enjoyed feeling it each time I washed around it. Just touching my pubes
made me instantly hard, and I gave my dick a stroke or two. God, it felt so
good, and I continued jacking until I felt my balls start to rumble, and I
knew I was close to shooting my load in the shower. I stopped, forcing my
hand to move away. I didn't want to cum just yet. I wanted to wait and see
what Grandpa had in mind for the evening.
	I stepped back under the spray and washed the soap from my
body. Then I turned the water off and reached for my towel. I quickly dried
my body and walked back into my room. I pulled a pair of gym shorts from
the drawer, and stepped into them.
	I picked my backpack up and headed out the room. As I came down the
stairs and headed for the kitchen, I discovered everything was dark. I
guess Grandpa had already closed everything down for the night.
	I tossed my bag on the bar in the kitchen and hurried back up the
stairs and down the hall to Grandpa's bedroom. I hurried inside and found
the room empty. I heard the shower running in his bathroom and realized he
was taking his shower. I suddenly had an idea. I walked over and pushed the
door to his bathroom open.
	"Hey, Grandpa," I called.
	"I'll be through in a minute, Josh," he called behind the shower
door.
	I could see his reflection through the glass. Even though it was
covered with steam, I could make out every detail of Grandpa's body. I
watched as Grandpa soaped his body up good. It was so hot to watch him
scrub each part of his body. My cock suddenly leaped inside my shorts, and
I felt it pull my pubes as it made its way from one side of my crotch to
the middle.
	I reached for the shower door and quietly pulled it opened.
	Grandpa heard the latch unlock, and he turned around and faced
me. "What are you doing?" he asked. I think he tried to keep from smiling
and failed.
	"Just checking on you," I answered. I grinned back at him.
	"Well, I'm still here," he assured me.
	I looked at his body, the wet curls plastered all over it, and
said, "I can see that."
	"Why don't you go back to the bedroom? I'll be out shortly."
	"Thanks, but I would rather stay here and talk with you."
	As I continued to stand there watching my grandpa shower, I saw his
own cock suddenly start to thicken up, and by the time he had washed all
the soap from his body, he was completely hard. His thick cock was pointing
straight at me surrounded by those hot black curls that grew around it.
	"Need some help?" I asked reaching for his towel. "I can dry your
back."
	Grandpa didn't say a word. Instead, he turned and faced the wall,
and I was left with looking at his back all covered with thick matted black
hair. I stood on tip toe and placed the towel on his shoulders. I slowly
ran my hands in circles as I started drying his skin, causing the little
droplets of water to be absorbed by the towel. I slowly worked the towel
down, drying his skin as I traveled. I came to his ass and with one hand I
pulled a cheek back, and with the other I ran the towel all along his wet
hairy crack. As I dried the area that split his ass right down the middle,
I watched as the matted black tangles became dry and fluffy. I continued
drying his ass, paying much attention to his hole. I even worked a bit of
the towel through the opening using my finger to push it inside.
	Grandpa shivered and said, "I think you have that area dry enough,
Josh."
	I continued on down, drying one leg and then the other. Then I
said, "All through with this side, Grandpa. You can turn around."
	For a moment Grandpa didn't move. He didn't speak, but he didn't
turn around either. Finally I felt his body slowly start to move, and he
turned and faced me. As I took him in from his head all the way down to his
toes, I couldn't seem to breathe. Grandpa was so fucking hot, and just the
sight of him made me almost shoot right then and there.
	I started at his neck and slowly rubbed the towel against his skin,
feeling the thick wet tangles tickle my fingers as they slowly pulled the
towel down his body. I dried each one of his hairy nipples, and then slowly
continued making my way down. I dried his chest causing the thick black
matted hair to stand up between my fingers.
	"Maybe I should dry the rest of the way," Grandpa said to me.
	"I can do it," I assured him.
	As I ran the towel down to his black bush he and I both knew he
wasn't about to stop me from what I was doing. I was on a mission, and no
one, not even he, could have stopped me.
	When I reached for his hard cock and pulled it to one side so I
could dry his cock forest I felt him cut lose with another shiver. He might
not admit it, but I knew he was enjoying the feel of my fingers wrapped
around his hard cock. I especially knew it when I felt the first drop of
pre cum ooze out the tip of his dick and run down the shaft to my fingers.
	I reached for his balls and pulled them gently with my hand and
began drying them. Then I went back and pretended to dry his already dry
pubes. I took his hard shaft between my fingers and slowly gave it a tug.
	Grandpa suddenly came to life. "Okay, that's enough," he
said. "Let's go watch some TV."
	He stepped out of the shower and naked, he walked into the bedroom
and fell down on the bed.
	Climbing in the bed beside him, I grinned and asked, "Are you sure
you want to watch TV?"
	Grandpa looked at me. "What am I going to do with you?"
	I reached over and ran my fingers through his chest hair. "I can
think of a few things," I told him.
	"Oh, Josh."
	That was all the words he spoke. The rest was said with his
eyes. As I looked into his face, I could see how he really felt about
me. The love his eyes displayed made me feel so good inside. I couldn't
remember when I had felt so loved.
	I reached up and gave him a hug. I kissed him lightly on the
mouth. "I love you so much, Grandpa," I whispered.
	"Josh, I love you. With all my heart," he added.
	"Touch me, Grandpa," I said softly.
	"Say what?"
	"Wrap your fingers around my cock. I want to feel your touch."
	After just a bit of hesitation, my grandpa reached across and
placed his hand on my stomach. Unlike his chest, mine was very smooth. No a
bit of hair covered it. At least it hadn't started to grow just yet. I was
hopeful that some day I would be covered with it as much as he was.
	"It's all right, Grandpa," I assured him. "I want to feel you
touching me. It will be our little secret," I added quietly.
	I felt his hand start to move as he slowly made his way down my
body. I couldn't help but shiver when I felt him enter my black pubes. My
already hard cock stretched even more as he traveled through my hair. I
felt his fingers suddenly wrap themselves around my shaft, causing me to
shiver even harder.
	"Are you cold, Josh?" he asked me.
	"No, not at all," I sighed.
	Grandpa ran his fingers along my shaft until he came to the head of
my dick. When he found it, he took a finger and traced around the top of
it. As I watched, I saw a thick drop of pre cum leak out the tip. Grandpa
wiped it up with a finger and brought it to his mouth. I watched as he
sucked the sticky drop between his lips. His finger was suddenly clean, and
he gave me a smile.
	"You taste so sweet, Josh," he said.
	I suddenly had a desire. There was something I wanted my grandpa to
do. There was something I needed him to do for me.
	"Suck my cock," I told him.
	He looked at me, shock showing on his face. "Are you certain?"
	I nodded. "More than anything," I assured him.
	Again Grandpa hesitated for the briefest of time. Then as I
watched, he slowly brought his mouth down. He stopped with the head of my
dick almost touching his face.
	"You are sure?"
	"Yes, suck me, Grandpa!"
	When his lips circled the head of my cock I thought I would surely
pass out. I had never in my young life felt anything as pleasurable as
this. He took the entire head in and stopped. I couldn't believe how wet,
how warm his mouth felt to my dick.
	"That's right, Grandpa, suck my cock. Take it all inside your
mouth," I begged.
	I felt his mouth slowly work down my hard shaft, and I knew I
couldn't have been any happier. I could feel his hot breath going across my
pubes, and without thinking, I thrust upward driving my cock to the back of
his throat. I heard him gag, and I quickly pulled back, sliding my dick
across his tongue.
	"Sorry, Grandpa," I said.
	Muttering something I couldn't understand he went all the way down,
forcing my cock deep inside his hot mouth. I took that as a sign he wanted
me to fuck his face, and I began thrusting once more.
	"Oh, God, it feels so good fucking your mouth," I breathed.
	Each time I slammed my balls into his chin, rubbed my hairy crotch
against his chin, Grandpa eagerly sucked me, driving me wild. I knew I
wouldn't last long at this rate.
	As Grandpa sucked my cock, as I continued fucking his face, his
mouth, I felt his hand grasp hold of my ball sac. He gave them a gentle
tug, and that was enough to send me over the edge. My dick swelled until I
thought it was going to burst, and I felt the first wave of intense
pleasure sweep over my body, followed by the first rope of cum that flew
out of my cock. As Grandpa swallowed it, several more splashed against the
back of his throat, and he eagerly sucked each one down, not losing a drop.
	After I was through shooting in his mouth, Grandpa wouldn't let go
of my cock. He kept his mouth buried at the base. I could feel my bush; wet
from the attention he gave my cock. It was a wet barrier between my crotch
and his face.
	Moments later he finally pulled out. "That was quite a load," he
praised.
	"That's what you do to me," I told him.
	Grandpa looked at me closely and asked, "Josh, may I ask you a
question?"
	"Ask me anything, Grandpa," I told him.
	"Have you had a blow job before?"
	"No. You gave me my first one," I said.
	He smiled at me. "I'm glad."
	"Me, too," I said. I returned his smile.
	I looked over and saw Grandpa's hard cock sprouting up around his
wide bush. "Looks like I need to help you out. Can I suck you?"
	"Is that what you want?"
	I nodded. "It is," I answered.
	Grandpa lay down on the bed, and I quickly rolled over next to
him. As I gently took his thick hard cock between my fingers, I couldn't
help but notice how wet the thick curls were that surrounded his dick. He
had leaked so much precum it had left his bush as wet as if he had just
showered.
	I had never sucked a cock before. This was going to be my first
time, and I tried to remember the way Grandpa had sucked me. It felt so
good to me, and I wanted to give him the same pleasure.
	I brought my mouth down, and using my tongue, I traveled around his
thick dripping head. As Grandpa had done, I took his entire cock head
inside my mouth and stopped. Looking down his hard shaft I wondered if I
would actually be able to take all of it inside my mouth.
	"Take your time, Josh," he said to me. "Don't try and take it
all. You will learn in time, and you will be able to swallow it all."
	I slowly worked more of him inside my mouth. About half way down
his hairy shaft I felt the head brushing the back of my throat. When I
tired to go deeper I thought I was going to throw up.
	"It's okay, Josh," he assured me. "What you're doing feels great."
	Not being able to take all of him, I had to settle for half of
it. I worked my mouth up and down, each time managing to take just a bit
more.
	"Damn, Josh, you're doing such a good job sucking my cock," he
praised me.
	As I sucked about half of his cock, working up and down the hard
hairy shaft, I began to play with his hairy nipples with one hand. He
moaned as I took one hairy hard nip between my fingers and began teasing
it.
	"You're going to make me cum, Josh," he warned me.
	I began sucking him harder, faster, and I felt his cock swell up
inside my mouth. I sucked him again and gave his nipple one final
twist. That sent him over the edge. I felt his cum spray the back of my
throat. He filled my mouth so much that I couldn't hold it all. I couldn't
swallow it as fast as he fed it to me.
	"Fuck, Josh," was all he said.
	I kept his cock inside my mouth until I felt it start to
soften. Finally, his cock back to its normal size, I pulled off.
	"Did I do it right, Grandpa?" I asked.
	"Oh, Josh, you were awesome."
	I crawled up and lay beside him on the bed. I reached over and
placed my lips on his mouth. The kiss we shared allowed him to taste his
own cum. I pulled back and smiled at him. "I love you, Grandpa."
	Grandpa ran his fingers through my hair. "I love you, Josh. You are
my world."
	Hugging him close to me, I said, "I know, Grandpa."


End of Part 4, Living With Grandpa


Mark Stevens