Date: Fri, 2 May 2003 15:30:59 EDT
From: KissAndCuddleGem@aol.com
Subject: Camping Capers With My Grandpa (Installment 8)(by KissAndCuddleGem)

This story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons
living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely
coincidental.

Moreover, none of the actions of the characters in this story is presented
with the intent to condone, approve, or sanction their behavior.

The above-expressed disclaimer also does apply to any and all installments
of this story, including those preceding and following this installment.

All questions and/or comments are welcome; and, if you wish to contact me,
please feel free to email me at: KissAndCuddleGem@AOL.COM; and I will most
definitely respond to email, as appropriate.


About six years had passed since the time of Jeff's surprise visit.  Things
had been pretty much fine between Kenny, Sr. and Kenny, Jr. for the first
four to five years of this period.  But in the past year, things had
definitely taken a downward turn in terms of the harmony in their
relationship.  It is difficult to say exactly what happened; but for the
most part it had to do with Kenny, Sr. finding it very hard to strike a
balance in his roles as lover and as disciplinarian and parent.  Kenny,
Jr. being as mischievous as ever and keeping odd hours with regard to his
social life, at times coming home obviously stoned after participating in
orgies with other guys his age, certainly did nothing to help the
situation.

Well, anyway, as fate would have it, another individual had come to the
forefront and soon would be playing a most prominent role in family
affairs: specifically, Kenny, Jr.'s paternal grandfather, "Grandpa Steve",
now a widower and recently relocated to California to get to know his
grandsom better.

Kenny, Jr. liked Grandpa Steve; and hoped that one day Grandpa Steve would
share with him the "juicy details" of his sexual relationship with his
"grandpappy".  Every time he looked at his grandpa, Kenny, Jr. would recall
thestories that he had told his dad of "incidents", as his grandpa had in
explanation put it, between his grandpappy and him from when he was twelve
and until he was nineteen.  These stories, which Kenny, Jr. had of course
learned of through his dad's journal, while containing some detail, did not
really convey what it was like for him being with his grandpappy, what his
grandpappy was like, and the details of how it all began and ended up
continuing for seven years.

Grandpa Steve was a husky gentleman, about 6'3" with broad shoulders, and
chiseled facial features that made him look like a cross between
ventriloquist dummy Howdy Doody and country singer Glen Campbell.  The
bright blonde hair marking his youth was now mostly dulled out and almost
completely grey, but he still had a full head of hair; and his bright-blue
eyes and healthy tan still very much enhanced the vim and vigor he usually
exuded.  Though in his mid-sixties, he more closely resembled the classic
mid-life-crisis gent: he liked to take early-more 3-hour jogs to help stay
fit; was health-conscious as to diet, even eating almost all organic stuff
now; and had a flashy hippie-suitable red sports car and did his best to
keep up with the latest music and dance crazes.

Kenny, Jr. sometimes would sneak peeks at Grandpa Steve while he was
showering.  But most of the time Grandpa Steve was either turned in such a
way that only a side view or a partial rear view was shown; at other times,
the bathroom was pretty steamy from his hot shower, so visibility was
limited.  Still, when he did get a good look at Grandpa Steve, Kenny,
Jr. was impressed by his mmuscular chest and hot, beefy, rounded ass
cheeks.  He spent much of his spare time at Grandpa Steve's nearby villa;
and sometimes Grandpa Steve would look after Kenny, Jr. and housesit for
Kenny, Sr. when Kenny, Sr. had to be away on business trips.

Grandpa Steve, though he adored both his son and his grandson, could not
help but notice the increasingly-strained relationship between the two of
them.  His instincts had told him to stay out of things.  But this was not
always easy; and, strangely enough, it was once again Jeff who played a
role in the direction the family relations would go.

Kenny, Jr. was reading the letter out loud while having a savory Sunday
dinner with his dad and his grandpa.

Kenny, Sr. finally said after Kenny Jr.'s lengthy recitation: "Well, as I
understand it, your Uncle Jeff wants you to go out there for the summer and
assist him with fixing up the family home inherited from our grandfather."

"Yes, well, that is it in a nutshell.", Kenny, Jr. replied.

"It is a very busy time for me, with what I have scheduled for work
assignments then.  I really think it would be unwise to just send you there
without anyone accompanying you and leaving it all on Jeff's head to look
after you."

That's when Grandpa Steve, sitting stoically, interrupted: "Ah, Kenny, come
on, I will accompany him, if it makes you feel any better.  Besides, I am
just getting to really know my grandson; and with your brother travelling
so much on his various vacation trips, I don't recall even when it was I
last saw him.  So, if it is all right by you, son, could I sort of make the
trip in your place?"

Kenny, Sr. was within moments apologizing profusely: "Dad, I meant you no
disrespect I just thought with you just settling down here in your new home
and your comfortable lifestyle here, you just would be the least likely to
want to head back east.  Yet now I see that it would be a great idea for
all concerned, so, yes, you may go in my stead."

Kenny, Sr., after dinner went outside on the porch; and spent the evening
in the cool air alone, sipping a glass of his usual: ice-cold lemonade.  He
reflected on the events of the past few weeks; and how he himself realized
that there was tension between him and Kenny, Jr. that was making each
considerably uncomfortable.  Then a thought occurred to him: Cherry Hill
Meadows, that quaint yet endearing New England town where he had spent a
good part of his early youth, was once again beckoning to him once again,
though doing so indirectly through his still-impressionable son Kenny, Jr.
He wondered to himself if Jeff had shared with their dad about the love
relationship between him and Kenny, Jr.  He realized that he would have
confided himself in Grandpa Steve about him and Kenny, Jr. being lovers;
but, afraid of rejection from his own father because of being misunderstood
by him as a "perv", or, worse yet, a molester, he held his tongue.  Then a
huge smile came upon his lips when he conjured up in his mind an image of
his dear Aunt Charlotte pounding him on top of the head with the family
Bible and shouting: "Release us from all temptation, heal this pitiful
sinner!"

Kenny, Sr. knew that this was not a good time to just drift off into the
past, absorbed in one of his reveries.  He feared that he was losing his
son.  Yet he also hoped that their being apart a bit would relieve the
tension and give them each quiet time to think things through.

What Kenny, Sr. did not know, however, is that Kenny, Jr. was already
considering going out there and making a fresh start with his grandfather,
Uncle Jeff, and any other family he had out there: cousins he never yet
met, etc.  He never breathed a word of what he was thinking of to anyone,
not even Grandpa Steve.  He wondered as he was packing up his second
suitcase, whether Grandpa Steve knew at all about the once- completely
secret relationship between his dad and his great-grandfather.  Before
departing from home, he got permission from his dad to take the extra-large
sleeping bag that Uncle Jeff had surprised his dad with along on the trip.
The smell of tobacco from Grandpa's pipe was still slightly present in the
sack; and as Kenny, Jr. purposefully inhaled in its aroma deeply, he
wondered if he had had a big loss by never himself knowing this
great-grandfather, long since gone.

As their plane touched down in the center of John F. Kennedy, Jr. Memorial
Airport, thoughts of his great granddad's "camping capers" at nearby Forest
Grove were flooding the channels of his mind.  Kenny, Jr. began to lick his
lips, excited about the promise of a brand-new start, a fresh beginning.
Grandpa Steve was discreetly eying and admiring the fine physique of Kenny,
Jr. , who was totally unaware that his grandpa had some plans of his own.
The question now was whether history would indeed repeat itself.