Date: Sat, 25 Feb 2012 13:05:56 -0800 (PST)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Living With Grandpa, Part 6

This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males. If material of
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Mark Stevens
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Living With Grandpa, Part 6

	The following Saturday I came down stairs to discover Grandpa
working on a nice country style breakfast. He always liked doing that on
weekends while school was going on, and I was equally glad as well. He was
a good cook, and I really looked forward to those times and enjoying the
delicious food he prepared. As I entered the kitchen, he turned from the
stove where he was cooking bacon.
	"Morning, Josh," he greeted me with a warm smile. "I thought you
might be sleeping in this morning."
	I opened the refrigerator and pulled out a carton of orange
juice. "Not on your life," I said as I poured myself a glass. "I wouldn't
miss your breakfast for anything."
	"It will be ready soon. What's on your agenda for today?"
	I sat down at the kitchen table. Shrugging my shoulders I said,
"I'm with the flow around here. Not a damned thing planned that I know of,"
I added. I took a swig from my glass.
	I watched as my grandfather took up the bacon from the pan. As he
poured a bowl of eggs in the skillet to scramble, he said, "I thought we'd
take a drive in town if it's all right with you. Have a couple of errands
to run and thought you'd like getting away from the ranch for a while."
	"Sounds like a winner. Anything I can do to help?"
	"Nope, just sit there and look handsome." Turning the oven off, he
opened the door and brought out a nice looking pan of biscuits. "Soon as
the eggs are done, we're ready to chow down," he said.
	"I can do that," I assured him. "Look handsome," I said giving him
a wide grin.
	Grandpa stirred the pan of eggs. "You are very handsome,
Josh. Which brings me to something I wish to discuss with you over our
food," he added.
	I watched him scoop eggs on a plate, add bacon and a couple of
biscuits. He sat the plate on the table before me, and soon returned with a
plate of his own.
	"Thanks, Grandpa."
	I took a bite. "You're the best cook," I praised him.
	Grandpa shook some salt and then some pepper on his eggs. Then
after taking a bite, he said, "Josh, I need to ask you something."
	"Anything," I answered.
	"You're sixteen years old, Son. Don't you think it's time you
started making friends your own age? Outside of school, you have no contact
with anyone but me."
	I was quiet for a moment. Finally I said, "That's the way I like
it, Grandpa," I told him.
	He was silent for a moment. Finally he said, "I'm glad you feel
that way, Josh, but I think you should be with people your own age as
well."
	"I am, Grandpa," I assured him. "Five days a week at school I am
with all types of ages."
	"You are for a fact; however, I think you need friends outside of
school as well."
	"You're not getting tired of having me around all of the time are
you?"
	"Hell no," he said. "I just think you need to make other friends
too."
	I didn't like hearing the words he was saying, so I decided to
change the subject.
	"I've been meaning to ask you something myself. Don't you think
it's about time I did something to help out with around the ranch? You are
always working your ass off, and I just stay around the house doing
nothing."
	"I've never thought of asking you to do anything, Josh."
	"I realize that, Grandpa. I just think It's about time I did
something to earn my keep, that's all."
	Grandpa laid his fork down. "Josh, you are a big help to me. I
can't begin to think how lonely I would be out here in the country if I
were living by myself. Just having you around, living in the house, is way
more than enough for me."
	I grinned. "You do enjoying fucking my ass, don't you?"
	"Always the wise ass, huh, Josh?"
	"Be honest, you do enjoying having me in your bed."
	Grandpa reached over and placed his hand on my arm. "You know how
much you mean to me. Sure, I love fucking you, love the sex the two of us
share. Just the same, even if that weren't happening between us, just
having you near me, seeing you each day, Josh that means more to me than
you can ever possibly know."
	I smiled at my grandfather tenderly. "It works both ways. Grandpa,
you are my world, and for now, as long as you will allow me to, I will
remain in your world same as I always have. For over six years now you have
been my world, and I for one, don't plan to change a thing. You are stuck
with me."
	I watched as he picked his fork back up. "I'm glad, Josh. I love
being in your world and having you in mine."
	We finished our meal, and afterward I helped him clean the kitchen
up. Then we left for town.
	Riding beside him in the truck I said, "So, what is it we're
looking for in town?"
	"Oh, this and that, and a few other things," he answered with a
smile.
	The "town" he referred to was not very big. It consisted of two
supermarkets, a restaurant or two, one movie theatre, one car dealership,
the local school and a hardware store. There were also three or four fast
food places, and just last year a small Wal-Mart store had been added to
the list of businesses.
	When we came into town some time later, I asked, "Well, Grandpa,
where are we stopping first?"
	"I need to pick a couple of things up from the hardware store, we
need a few things from the supermarket, and then we'll head back home."
	"And you needed my help for this?" I ask giving him a grin.
	"I thought you might like to pick out some of the groceries. You
know, some of the special things you like to eat," he added.
	"You know what I like to eat."
	"Behave, Josh, After all, we are in town," he pointed out.
	He parked in front of the hardware store, and I remained in the
truck while he went inside. He returned a few minutes later and said,
"Okay, we're ready for the market."
	I went inside with him, and after the remark he made about me
picking out some things to eat, I made good his words by adding several
items to his shopping cart.
	When we were done there, the things loaded in the truck, Grandpa
turned to me and said, "Okay, one more stop, Josh, and then we'll head back
to the ranch."
	"Where's that?" I asked, the curiosity sounding in my voice.
	"Wait and see."
	Not saying another word, he backed the car out into the street and
drove off. There's a stop sign with an overhead flashing red light at the
end of Main Street, and when Grandpa came to the intersection, he turned
and drove into the parking lot of the one and only car dealership in town.
	"You need a part for the truck?" I asked.
	He shook his head. "Nope, the truck's running fine. We do need to
pick something up here, though. I might need your help, so you had better
come with me."
	We jumped from the truck, and I followed him inside the show room
where a couple of new models were sitting. A man greeted Grandpa by name.
	"Todd, I was beginning to wonder if you were going to make it
before we closed."
	"Hey, Jack, you doing okay?" Grandpa greeted the man.
	"Oh, you know, I could complain, but who would give a crap, right?"
	"That's the truth. You have everything ready?"
	The man nodded. "I do. Just some paper work for you to sign and
then you guys can be on your way."
	I looked at Grandpa. "What's going on?" I asked.
	Jack looked at me and then gave Grandpa a grin. "You didn't tell
him, I take it?"
	My grandpa shook his head. "Nope, kept it all to myself," he said
shaking his head.
	"Kept what?" I asked. By this time I felt certain something big was
about to take place; I just didn't know what.
	Jack looked at Grandpa and smiled. "You want to tell him?"
	"Somebody tell me, please; tell me what the hell is happening
here."
	"Your grandfather has a surprise for you, Josh, but I'll let him
tell you about it."
	I looked at Grandpa and waited.
	Grandpa's eyes twinkled as he spoke. "I just thought it was time
you had your own transportation and didn't have to ride that old school bus
every day."
	I'm sure my mouth must have dropped two feet.  My voice cracked as
I asked, "A car?"
	"Actually, a truck," Grandpa said. "I thought that would be more
appropriate for you to drive between the ranch and school."
	Jack had led us across the show case room, and we were now headed
out a side door that left us standing in the parking lot on the side of the
building.
	"What do you think of this, Josh?" Jack stopped beside the coolest
blue truck I had ever seen.
	I eyed the vehicle over from front to back. Granted, it was just a
small truck with two bucket seats in the cab and a small bed on the back,
but I found it impressive. When I could speak, I said, "It's awesome." I
turned to Grandpa. "It's mine?"
	He nodded. "All yours, Son," he said giving me a smile.
	"But I don't even have my driver's license yet."
	"You will. In fact, I'm going to take you Monday so you can apply
for your permit. True, it will be a while before you can get your
license. In fact, I'm pretty sure in this state you are limited, but you
will be allowed to drive back and forth to school. Besides, on the ranch
you can drive wherever you damned well please," he added with a grin.
	"How are we getting this home?" I asked.
	"You're going to drive it."
	"Are you serious?"
	"Yep, sure am. You've been driving quite a bit on the ranch, so I
am very confident that you can make the trip home. I'll be right behind
you; you'll do just fine."
	Still finding it hard to believe I suddenly was owner to this
truck, I crawled inside the cab and took everything in. While was I getting
acquainted with it all, Grandpa went with Jack back inside to sign the
papers Jack had mentioned.
	A short time later, Grandpa returned. "You ready to head home,
Josh?" he asked.
	I nodded. I could hardly believe I was going to be allowed to drive
the thirty some odd miles back to the ranch.
	"You'll do just fine, Josh," my grandpa assured me. "Just take
things easy until you get the feel of it."
	"Here are the keys," Jack said reaching out his hand.
	I took them from him and in just seconds the engine was purring
from underneath the hood. I looked at Grandpa waiting for instructions.
	"Pull out front and wait for me to get behind you, Josh. I'll
follow you back to the ranch, okay?"
	I nodded and shifted the truck into gear. Taking a deep breath, I
slowly drove along the side of the building. When I came to the front side,
I stopped and waited for Grandpa to drive up behind me. When he appeared in
the side view mirror, I saw him give me a nod. I slowly drove out of the
parking lot onto the highway that went through the middle of town.
	For the first several minutes I made my way slowly along the road,
and finally I heard a honk. I looked in my mirror and saw Grandpa give me
the sign to speed up.
	I pressed my foot down a little harder, and suddenly the truck
leaped into life and took off rapidly down the highway. Again I looked in
the mirror and saw my grandpa give me a nod. I guess I was doing everything
right.
	Because I didn't drive as fast as Grandpa usually did, it took us a
little longer to reach the ranch. When we finally pulled into the long
graveled lane that led from the road to the house, I cut loose with a
sigh. I was so damned glad to be off the main road. I pulled up at the back
of the house and shut the motor off. Grandpa stopped beside me.
	He got out of his truck and walked over and stood beside the door
of my truck. "You did great, Josh," he praised. "Drove like a pro, you
did," he added proudly.
	I jumped from the truck and flew into his arms. "Thank you,
Grandpa," I said.
	"I take it you like the truck?"
	"Hell, yes, I like it. I LOVE it."
	"I thought you might. Tell you what. Why don't you take it out for
a spin while I take the things in the house? You've got plenty of wide open
space out here to drive and get use to it."
	"You don't mind?"
	"Of course I don't mine. It's your truck, Son."
	I hugged him again. "I love you, Grandpa."
	"I love you, Josh. Now, get your ass in your truck and discover
what it's all about."
	I did exactly what he said, and took the next hour "discovering
what it was all about", as he put it. It was true; I had driven Grandpa's
truck quite a bit the past several months, all over the ranch, as well as
along some of the local country roads. But this; this was different. This
was MY truck I was driving. Mine to take where ever I chose to; after I got
my license, that is.
	I drove up into the yard and killed the engine. I hurried up the
back steps and into the kitchen. Grandpa was there putting lunch
together. He gave me a grin as I entered the house.
	"So, how was it?"
	"Super fucking awesome," I told him.
	"I thought you would think so. You ready for a bite to eat?"
	"I don't think I'm hungry yet."
	"You want to take another spin?
	I nodded.
	"Okay, how about taking your grandpa for a ride? We can eat later."
	I drove him all over the ranch, driving into every place that was
possible for a vehicle to enter. A little later he told me to head out the
drive.
	"Let's see how you do on these old country roads."
	I did, and I proved to him I was very capable of handling the
truck. We drove around the country side for half an hour or so before
finally heading back home.
	When I pulled back into the yard, Grandpa turned and looked at
me. "Josh, you did well," he said, the praise sounding in his voice. "You
drive as if you've been driving for years. You're going to do just fine
when you take your driving test."
	"But I haven't had Driver's Ed yet. Isn't that a requirement for
someone my age?"
	"I have arranged for you to start next week. The Driver's Ed
instructor from school is going to have a class for you to take. Everything
has been taken care of, Son," he added giving me a smile. "They don't teach
the class in school like they use to. You have to take it after hours."
	"Thanks, Grandpa. You're the best."
	I followed him inside the house.
	"Josh, have a seat at the table. There's something I need to tell
you, Son."
	I pulled a chair out and sat down. Grandpa did the same.
	"Josh, I want to tell you something."
	He paused, and I waited for him to continue.
	"Your parents, they loved you very much."
	His voice seemed to falter for a few seconds, and he was silent.
	Then, "I spent a lot of time with your father when you were
younger. He loved you very much, Josh. I hope you know that. You were so
damned young when you lost them."
	"I can still remember them," I said. My own voice broke a little as
I spoke the words.
	"When your parents were killed, they left you quite a bit from
their life insurance. I've kept it all of these years for you, Son. I guess
what I'm trying to tell you is this: I used some of that money to purchase
your truck. So, actually, this is a gift from the two of them rather than
from me."
	"Grandpa, I love you so much."
	Standing to my feet, I went to him. I wrapped my arms around him,
pulling him tightly into me. "I don't deserve all that you do for me."
	Grandpa pulled away from me. "Yes, you do, and more," he assured
me.
	I looked at the man before me, and I was suddenly filled with so
much love. "I have everything I need right here in this room," I replied.
	I was almost as tall as my grandfather these days, but I still had
to reach up to give him a kiss, which I did at that very moment.
	As we shared our kiss I suddenly felt very connected with the man
who meant so much to me. Yet, it wasn't enough. I wanted more. With his
mouth pressed against mine, I quickly ran my fingers along his back until
they reached the cheeks of his ass.
	Grandpa moaned. "Oh, Josh," he whispered.
	"Fuck me, Grandpa," I said. "I need to feel your dick inside me."
	Grandpa moaned even louder, and I knew he wanted me really bad. I
hurried into the living room and pulled a drawer to one of the tables
beside the couch opened. There was a bottle of lube inside, and I quickly
pulled it out.
	Grandpa seemed surprised. "When did you put that in there?" he
asked.
	I shrugged my shoulders. "Don't remember. Sometime back when I
thought it might be nice having it handy just in case you suddenly got
randy on me down here."
	Grandpa unsnapped his jeans and let them fall to the floor. He gave
them a kick and reached for his shorts as well. I did the same, and soon we
were staring at each other's nakedness.
	"Give me that." Grandpa took the lube from me and squeezed a large
amount into the palm of his hand. "Bend over," he said.
	I did, and I felt his fingers smearing the gel around my hole,
slipping inside and pushing the rest there. Then he squeezed more out and
covered his dick until it shown with the stuff.
	I leaned over the back of the couch, my cock pressed against it,
and I felt the tip of his thick dick press against my opening.
	I groaned. "Push it in me, Grandpa."
	A second later he slid all the way inside me, balls deep and bush
rubbing the skin of my ass cheeks.
	"Fuck, Josh," he breathed softly.
	"That's what I want, Grandpa; you to fuck me. Give me your load," I
added with a groan.
	I could feel his hairy balls kiss the lower side of my ass as he
began working in and out of my tight wet hole. The first time he had fucked
me had been a little painful, but that was long gone now. Grandpa had
fucked me enough that my ass was already use to the size of his thick hard
cock. When he was inside me it made me feel so full, so complete. If I
could, I would keep his cock inside my ass forever, never allowing it to
pull out.
	"Josh, your ass is so fucking tight," he said.
	"Fuck me; fill me with your cream. Just plow my ass," I ordered.
	He began fucking me hard, driving his cock deeper with each
movement, and forcing me to hit the back of the couch with every thrust he
made. I could feel the head of his dick swell up. He was about to shoot
inside me.
	"That's right, Grandpa, unload your spunk in me. Give it to me
hard."
	A few thrusts later I felt the first wave of hot cum drench the
insides of my ass. It was quickly followed by several more spurts. God, it
felt so wonderful, all that thick hot creamy juice filling my insides.
	The moment he finished shooting inside my ass, Grandpa pulled out
of me. Surprised, I asked, "Why the fuck did you do that?"
	"I want your dick, Josh. Turn around so I can suck you."
	I turned around and faced him. My cock felt like it could burst; it
was that fucking hard.
	Grandpa dropped to his knees and reached for my leaking dick. He
placed his mouth around the wet slippery head and quickly went down. His
nose was buried immediately in the middle of my thick black bush.
	I couldn't help it. I shivered so hard I thought I would also fall
to my knees. "Oh, Grandpa, suck my dick," I begged.
	I was so hot from being fucked by my grandpa's thick cock that in
less than a minute I was shooting inside his mouth.
	"Shit!" I cried out.
	Grandpa moaned and started sucking me with everything he had in
him. When I had finished erupting, he had swallowed every bit, not losing a
single drop.
	For a time he remained on his knees, refusing to let go of my
dick. Finally he released me and stood to his feet. Smiling at me tenderly
he leaned over and planted a kiss on my mouth, allowing me to taste my own
cum.
	"I love you so much, Josh," he whispered.
	"I love you too, Grandpa."
	He gave me a grin. "I think we need a shower now, thanks to
someone."
	I grinned at him. "I would love taking a shower with you. Let's
go!"


End Part 6.

I realize it's been a while since I have added anything to this story. Hope
you guys enjoy reading the newest part.

Mark Stevens