Date: Sat, 25 Feb 2012 21:13:41 -0800 (PST)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Living With Grandpa, Part 7

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 7


	It was my favorite time of the day. Our evening meal was over, the
kitchen cleaned up, and we were up stairs in Grandpa's bedroom. Actually, I
still refer to it as his room; however, for almost as long as I've lived
with my grandpa, he and I have shared the same room. In reality, he was
sharing his bedroom with me. We had a habit of watching television in
his/our bedroom rather than down stairs in the den. Usually we took our
showers and just landed on the bed watching a movie or a television show
there.
	Such was the case now. We had our showers over with, the second of
the day, and had landed in bed with the television going before us. It had
been an exciting day for me. I still couldn't get over the fact I was now
owner of a brand new pick up truck.
	Grandpa looked across the bed at me. We were both propped up
against the head board with pillows behind our backs.
	"Have you had a good day, Josh?" he asked me.
	"The best ever, Grandpa," I answered.
	"I guess I know the answer to this, but I'm going to ask it any
way. Do you think you're going to like your truck?"
	I grinned. "Yeah, you know the answer to that one all right. Hell,
yes, I like my truck."
	Grandpa smiled. "I'm glad."
	"My day has been good all the way around," I assured him. "You do
realize I have enjoyed the truck and much more through out this day, don't
you?"
	"I do."
	I watched as Grandpa's face took on a serious look. "Josh, I've
been meaning to ask you something."
	"Go for it, Gramps."
	"Gramps, you say? Don't believe I've been called that before."
	"Does it offend you?"
	"Josh, nothing you do or say offends me. Never has and never will,"
he added.
	"Okay, so what do you want to ask me, Gramps?" I stressed the name
"Gramps".
	"I've been fucking you for about a week now, and I sort of feel
guilty about something."
	"Not about fucking me I hope."
	He shook his head. "No, have no guilt about that. Probably should,
but I don't. No, but something else has been crossing my mind." He looked
at me closely and said, "Josh, have you thought about fucking me?"
	I caught my breath.
	"Well, have you?" he asked when I didn't reply.
	"I've thought about it."
	"Would you like to give it a try?"
	I looked at him. "Have you been fucked in the ass before, Grandpa?"
	"You shouldn't ask a man that," he admonished me.
	"Sorry."
	I saw a far away look in his eyes. Then he said, "A long time ago I
was fucked."
	I was a little surprised. "Really?"
	Again he nodded.  "Before I was married to Nana," he answered.
	"How old were you?"
	"Fifteen, and by a buddy from school; however, after I met Nana I
decided that as long as we were married I would be faithful to her. And I
was," he added.
	"Did you like getting fucked?"
	Grandpa looked at me. "What do you think, Josh?"
	I shrugged my shoulders. "Guess I couldn't really say. I can only
speak for myself. And you know how much I enjoy your cock up my ass."
	He grinned. "I do know," he said. "My buddy and I played around for
over a year, taking turns fucking each other. So to answer your question, I
did enjoy it. And I would like to experience it again. If you are willing
to try," he said. "Some guys only want to fuck and others want only to be
fucked."
	I eyed Grandpa a moment taking in his hot profile. He was such a
hot guy in my opinion. "If you think you want to be fucked again, I can
assure you, I would love to be the one fucking you."
	Grandpa turned over and pulled me to him. "I love you so much,
Josh. I hate like hell that you had to go through such a loss; losing your
parents; me, losing my only son, as well as his wife; still, I feel so
fortunate to have had you come into my life the way you have."
	"Grandpa, I'm the one whose the fortunate one. Sometimes I think
about how old I was when Mom and Dad were killed, and what could have
happened to me had you not been in the picture, and honestly, it scares the
shit out of me."
	"I will always be here for you, Josh, as long as I have a breath in
me."
	"You're stuck with me as well."
	I placed my lips on his mouth and began kissing him with all my
might. I love kissing my grandfather. He is such a hot kisser. Just feeling
his lips against mine caused my cock to jump from soft to hard in literally
seconds. I felt his hands on my back, felt as they began traveling
downward. He found my ass cheeks and pulled them a part. I felt a finger
work its way along my crack.
	Grandpa suddenly broke our kiss. "By golly, I think you're getting
a nice run of ass hair down there."
	"I've been noticing that," I said. "It's hard to tell, but I think
there's going to be a thick trail of black hair along my crack that is
identical to the one you have."
	"Didn't I tell you I thought you would one day be as hairy as I
am?"
	"Grandpa, I've been wondering about something."
	"What's that, Josh?"
	"My dad, did you ever see him? I mean, did you ever see him naked
after he went through puberty?"
	"I did, Josh."
	"I remember taking baths with him now and then; however, I can't
seem to remember what he looked like naked."
	"Your father was just as hairy as I was," Grandpa admitted.
	"Did he have lots of thick black hair like you have?"
	"And also like you," Grandpa pointed out.
	I looked closely at my grandfather. "I guess you know what my next
question is?"
	Grandpa studied me. "Probably, but why don't you ask anyway?"
	"Do you think Dad jacked? More to the point, did you ever see him
do it?"
	"Josh, I know that all boys, once they reach a certain age, jack
their dick any time they can find the opportunity. Which is quite
frequently, I might add."
	"But what about my dad?"
	"He did. I washed many a cum rag I picked up from his room."
	"Did you ever see him jack off?"
	"I caught him a few times. Surprised him by walking into his room."
	"You ever think he might want to be discovered jacking off?"
	"It's all very possible. After all, don't most of us guys want to
be seen doing it at one time or another? I know as a young chap, I did."
	"I felt the same way," I admitted. "So, I guess it's safe to say
that nothing ever took place between the two of you."
	"I think he wanted it; I just never felt good about allowing it to
happen. After he went through puberty I will have to be honest, I did a lot
of jacking. Your father, like you, had a very hot man's body."
	I hugged him tightly. "And like his father, my grandfather, I
think."
	"And his son as well; my grandson."
	"So, can't you see why I only want to have you in my world; for the
moment at least. Later, who the fuck knows? For now, you are my world,
Grandpa."
	Grandpa smiled. "Then, in our world, yours and mind, what do you
say about fucking my ass really hard?"
	His words made my cock leap between us. It had been rubbing against
his thick black bush, my own black curls blending in with his, and now, it
was ready to dive in and enjoy some hot ass fucking.
	"I think you know what I think about that," I said.
	Grandpa turned loose of me and turned over in bed. He reached into
the bedside table and brought out a big bottle of lube. Handing it to me,
he said, "Here, fill my ass with this and lube your cock up. It's been a
very long time since I've had anything other than my finger up my ass, so,
please, take it slow. I want to feel every inch of you inside me."
	I took the lube from him and squeezed a thick glob out into the
palm of my hand. Next I ran my finger along his hairy ass crack, enjoying
the feel of the thick hair that grew along the crease that split his
cheeks. Grandpa has lots of hair covering his crack, and I love running my
fingers through it. When I worked in some gel with a finger, I heard
Grandpa let out a sigh.
	"Are you okay, Gramps?" I asked.
	"Yes, Josh."
	I squeezed more gel out of the bottle and coated it heavily along
my hard hairy shaft. When I was satisfied I had enough, I threw the bottle
down on the floor beside the bed and lay down on the bed, my body close to
Grandpa's in the spoon position. I pushed the head of my dick against his
hole.
	"I'm going to push just my head inside," I told him.
	Grandpa didn't say a word. He just lay there next to me. I felt as
he pushed his ass closer to me.
	I pushed.
	Grandpa shivered.
	And he moaned.
	"You okay?"
	"Yes, Josh," he said again.
	I pushed harder.
	Another inch of my cock crawled inside.
	"Go for it," Grandpa told me.
	And I did. I pushed with all my might and filled his ass completely
with my cock. I could feel the skin of his ass cheeks press into my wiry
pubes.
	"Oh...my...God!"
	I felt Grandpa push hard into me, driving my balls into his hairy
crack.
	"Grandpa." I said no other words.
	The man I loved so much began fucking me, working my cock in and
out his very tight hairy ass.
	"Grandpa, I am so sorry. I'm not going to last very long if you
keep this up."
	"It's okay, Josh," he said. "I didn't expect your first time to
last very long. I know my ass must be very tight. The next time you fuck
me, it will take you longer to cum. You have my word on it. Just enjoy the
moment and fuck my ass until you shoot."
	"Fuck!" I suddenly cried out.
	"Yeah, fill my ass with your young cream," Grandpa cried out.
	And I did. I couldn't believe how much I shot into my grandpa's
ass. Enough that when I finally pulled out some came with me and landed in
my wet and matted down black bush.
	"God, that felt good," my grandfather said softly. "I've missed
having a cock in my ass."
	"Oh, Gramps," I said, "I don't know which I enjoy the most; fucking
your ass or your dick planted deep in me."
	"Why don't we enjoy both?" he asked.
	I suddenly had an idea. "Grandpa, can I suck my cum out of your
ass? I'll put it on your cock and let you fuck me with it."
	"Goddamn't, Son that would be so fucking hot. Let's do it!"
	I leaned over and brought my mouth to his slippery, wet and oozing
hole. I began sucking, and immediately my mouth was filled with the cum I
had just planted deeply in my grandfather's ass. When I had it all, I sat
back up and filled the palm of my hand with it. I motioned for him to turn
over. When he was on his back, I took my cum and smeared along his hard
hairy shaft, lubing him up heavily with my spunk. Then I fell on my back
and spread my legs opened.
	"I want to watch you fuck me, Gramps," I said.
	I watched as my grandfather crawled between my legs. I felt the tip
of his hard thick cock kiss the entrance of my hairy hole. God, how I loved
his dick, loved it in me splitting me wide open.
	"Shove it in me," I cried out.
	Grandpa must have been so horny he didn't think about it. He shoved
his dick in, all seven inches of it filling my wet tight hole.
	I cried out, "Oh, God!"
	"Sorry, Josh, I didn't mean to hurt you."
	"Fuck me, Grandpa," I begged.
	And he did. He fucked me hard and long, using my own cum as lube to
assault my ass. As he worked his dick in and out of my hairy hole, I could
feel his balls, his thick bush press against me, kissing me, slamming me,
taking advantage of me. It was awesome, and I loved ever fucking moment of
it.
	"Oh, yes," I cried out, "give it to me. I need your cum, Gramps!"
	"Boy, I'm going to shoot so fucking much juice inside your ass
you're going to drown in it," he warned.
	"Drown me in cum," I pleaded.
	Of course, unlike me, Grandpa was use to fucking a tight hole, so
he didn't cum as quickly as I did. He slammed my ass, pounded it for the
longest time, until I suddenly felt his cock swell up. I knew he was about
to shoot.
	"You're going to cum," I told him. "I can feel it in your dick."
	"I'm fucking going to fill your ass, Josh," he warned.
	"Do it, mother fucker! Fill my hole with your thick sperm."
	I felt the first splash of grandpa cum hit the walls of my wet ass,
followed by several more. I loved feeling his hot cream fill me and slowly
working its way out, leaking around the edges of my hairy hole. His cum,
caught in the thick black hair I knew surrounded my hole, lingered, then
ran along my hairy crack, leaking back into his own thick and matted down
bush.
	"Fuck, Josh," he sighed. "If I can fuck you the next hundred years,
it will feel just as good each time as it did the first time I entered
you. Your ass is so fucking tight, so fucking hot, and I could keep my cock
buried there the rest of my life if possible."
	"I'm willing," I told him.
	"Yeah, if only."
	Saying that, I felt him pull out, leaving me empty, and feeling
completely void.
	Grandpa, still between my legs but withdrawn from me, leaned down
and kissed me. "I love you, Josh. So fucking much," he added softly.
	"Gramps," I said softly. "Never have any doubt about how I feel. We
could be the only two people living in the world, and I would be completely
satisfied with that."
	Grandpa lay down on the bed, and I pressed up against him. With his
cum still in my ass, I was quite satisfied to lay there and fall
asleep. And that is exactly what I did. We both did.
	The perfect ending to a perfect day; my grandfather's cum filling
my ass.


End part 7

Mark Stevens