Date: Mon, 13 May 2013 02:51:58 -0400
From: Mac Smith <granitemac@gmail.com>
Subject: Grandaddy's Feet - Part 11

This story was written about the author's life. Parts of it are true and
parts of it are purely the author's imagination.
Names and locations have been changed for privacy reasons.
The author was young when he became sexually active however he does not
condone nor encourage sex with minors.
Please do not reproduce, circulate, or print the story without prior
approval from the author.
If you are under the legal age to be reading material that is sexual in
nature please stop here.
Always practice safe sex between consenting adults.

Grandaddy's Feet - Part 11

The next morning I woke up refreshed and invigorated. Nothing like a good
night of sex to make you sleep well and was it ever. The smell of men's
feet, cum, and ass juice still permeated the bed, the room, and was all
over me. I inhaled deeply just enjoying the hell out of it and thinking
about yesterday's events. Damn that was the most sex I ever had in one day
and night and Damn was it good!

Even though I didn't want to it was time to get out of bed and get going. I
washed up, got dressed, and headed downstairs to breakfast. Uncle Billy was
still at the table sipping coffee and reading when I got there. The other
uncles were gone and there was no sign of Grandaddy or Great Grandaddy.

He smiled, winked, and asked if I slept well? I just smiled back and said
yes. "Well have some breakfast. The morning is slipping away fast and we
have some chores to do and need to finish our talk from yesterday
afternoon".

I wolfed down some ham and biscuits on the table and a cup of coffee and
said I was ready. We walked out behind the farmhouse and there was the
largest pile of chopped wood I had ever seen. At least it was chopped
already and all we had to do was stack it in the wood shed next to the
farmhouse.

As we worked together Uncle Billy told me about the "other services"
provided to the guests upon request. He said Great Grandaddy was dead set
against it at first, "The lodge is a place for men to fish, hunt, and get
away from it all. Not a place to come for sex and drink. If that's what
they are looking for they should go elsewhere." But men being men and no
women being allowed men still had needs. Especially the men that came here
for two weeks at a time. Over time, after Great Grandma died, Great
Grandaddy himself bedded the first guest and it grew from there.

Not all of the guests partook of this service but many did. Great Grandaddy
set the same rules for the lodge that were followed in the family, had been
for generations, and are strictly adhered to. No public displays of
affection. No public discussions of what transpired between two men. First
sign of an argument about sex and you were out of the lodge for good. No
exceptions and you left immediately regardless of how long you had been
coming to the lodge as a guest. Discretion was key and NO ONE was allowed
to be paid for sex NO ONE.

The lodge was not a whore house however if two men found enjoyment in each
other and were discreet about it so be it. Great Grandaddy said it had been
going on for years anyway and he had just turned a blind eye to it. Many of
the guests were fishing, hunting, and fuck buddies. They came together year
after year and although they were required to keep separate rooms the
domestic help had told him years ago only one room was being used at night.

Above all else NO guest would be made to feel uncomfortable. Even if the
other guests had an idea about what was going on between two men as long as
things were kept private no one would complain and he was right no one ever
did. Uncle Billy said that was true about most things in life "If you don't
rub their nose in it people will usually accept it."

I asked Uncle Billy how the word got around. He said that it wasn't
difficult to figure out when you saw one man leaving another man's room in
the morning. Further men spoke to each other quietly and approached each
other quietly. If a man said no it meant no and that was it, no hard
feelings. With most of these men, and many other men, it was just
satisfying a physical need anyway and nothing more.

He further explained to me that some guys only liked certain things. "You
like feet some guys don't. Some guys only like to fuck another guy's ass
and some, like me and you, like fucking another guy's ass as well as having
our asses fucked. And then some like only having their ass fucked. Others
just do oral, etc. it all depends on the guy. Great Grandaddy and Grandaddy
only like fucking a guys ass. Uncle Willie, Link, you, and I like it all.
And you really, really like it all" and he smiled.

I laughed and said "Hell yes I really do like it all and can't seem to get
enough of it". He just laughed and said "You don't think Grandaddy was
playing cards all night do you"? I just smiled and said I guess not.

He then told me a little bit about Brent. Great guy and loved to fish and
fuck other guys. Preferred guys younger than himself and Uncle Billy had
been with him several times in the past. "Squirt you'd be missing out if
you passed on Brent". I had no intention on passing on Brent and told him
so.

It was time to head to the lodge and meet Brent and I was looking forward
to it.

Frenchie and the staff had packed some sandwiches and a thermos of coffee
for us that we packed up with our fishing  gear and headed out. When we
arrived at the stream that Uncle Billy had guided us to yesterday and set
down our gear Brent said "Jack I've been looking at that fine ass of yours
for the past hour while we hiked out here. Would you be interested in a
little fun before fishing"?

I answered by taking his face in both of my hands and commenced making out
with him. His lips and tongue were hungrily exploring mine. He wrapped his
arms around me, grabbed my ass cheeks in both of his hands, pulled me close
to him and began to immediately grind our crotches together.  Brent could
kiss. Oh my God could he kiss and I was hard and breathing heavy in
minutes.

We started to undress each other breaking off the kissing only when we had
to. My hands roamed his upper masculine body, exploring and enjoying every
inch of it. I slowly followed his chest hair down to his treasure trail.
When I reached the top of his pants I continued to tongue fuck his belly
button while I unbuckled his pants and pushed both his pants and underpants
down around his ankles.

His cock was circumcised and it fascinated me. No where near the length
or girth of the Mac Granite men but it was a beauty and stood straight out
proud and hard at seven inches. His urethra tube ran along the entire
length of the underside of his shaft and was pencil thick. He guided my
head on to the head of his cock and I swallowed as much of it as I could in
one gulp.

I was sucking the head of his cock, forcing the tip of my tongue into his
piss slit, working my tongue under and around the head, and had my hands
wrapped around it squeezing it, gently tugging on it while he stood there
and moaned his delight. Suddenly he held my head and began furiously
fucking my mouth and blew his load down my throat. It happened so quickly I
was a bit disappointed until I realized he never went soft and was still
hard as a rock in my mouth.

He reached down, lifted me to my feet and began to make out with me while
his hands explored my body. He broke our kiss and told me to finish
undressing. I did as requested very quickly and then helped him. As I
removed each of his boots I held each dark socked foot  to my face and
inhaled deeply. His scent was musky and as I inhaled his scent he
encouraged me to enjoy his man stink.

We were both naked now and he led me by the hand down and into the stream.
As the water swirled around our ankles he was kissing me, holding my body
close to his, and grinding his crotch to mine.

He turned me around, bent me forward, and plunged balls deep in to me in
one push. The force of his entry made me gasp and he stopped for a moment
and gently rubbed my back while slowly rotating his hips. In moments I was
panting and pushing back on his cock wanting more of him. His movements
were strong, slow, sensuous, and his cock head slowly massaged my crazy
button.

I was climbing that pinnacle of passion and each time I was about to go
over the edge, he would hold us both still then start again driving me
insane with his pole of pleasure. He did this several times until I was
begging him to let me cum. This time he drove me up to the peak and over
the edge and he continued to fuck me while I had an orgasm so intense my
knees were wobbling. I would have fallen into the stream were it not for
him holding me tightly to his body.

The assault on my ass continued by him. He was now bent forward on to my
back, one arm and hand holding me tightly to his body while the other
commenced to jerk me off. I was hard again in moments as the rotation of
his hips kept his cock head constantly massaging my crazy button.

His need was rising and his thrusting became more urgent. The faster he
thrusted the faster he jerked me off. His hand was squeezing my cock so
tightly it was a mixture of mild pain and intense pleasure. He was now
jack hammering my ass and I was screaming out my joy while he yelled out
obscene comments to me that only made it all the hotter.

His thighs were slapping my ass cheeks while his balls were banging on my
man hole and his hand was squeezing and jerking my cock at the same speed
he was fucking me. I screamed out how much i loved his cock and climaxed.
When I did my ass clamped down on his cock and I drove my ass back as far
as it would it go on his cock taking him with me over the edge and he
yelled out his joy.

Brent was breathing heavy while telling me how much he enjoyed fucking my
tight ass. He turned me around and lowered us both on to the sandy bottom
of the stream. I sat in his lap with my legs wrapped around him and we
continued to make out while the water rushed around us.

After awhile we got and up out of the water. Brent only put on his socks
and boots and said he enjoyed fishing in the nude and asked if I'd join
him. I did. We ate the sandwiches, sipped the coffee and fished naked in
the sun. A few hours later I noticed his cock was hardening again. I put my
rod down, got behind him and began exploring his back with my hands,
tongue, and lips while he continued fishing. The sweat on his body was
salty tasting and pure masculinity. I reached my hands around him and began
playing with his cock and balls. He was sighing and moaning and continued
to fish while I continued to jerk his cock.

I moved to his front, got down on my knees and took his rampant turgid cock
in my hand and proceeded to rub it all over my face while his precum flowed
freely. In seconds my face was covered in his goo. His urethra tube
fascinated me and I licked it from his balls to the head of his cock over
and over again. He told me to suck his hairy nuts and I did with his cock
running up the length of my face.

"I need to fuck that hot tight ass of yours again so get up and turn
around". I did as he requested and bent over. He straightened me up and
told me to lean forward and hold on to the tree in front of us. He bent his
knees, aimed his pole of pleasure at the opening to my man hole, and
plunged into me again balls deep. This time there was no slow movements and
rotation of his hips. He was on my back kissing the back of my neck, biting
my ears, and furiously fucking my ass.

He was like an animal, slamming into me, and was ramming the hell out of my
crazy button with his cock head. He was now thrusting so hard and up into
me I was being lifted on to the tips of my toes. I was screaming out my
pleasure and yelling for Brent to fuck me harder, faster, and deeper. He
complied with my wishes and was fucking me so hard I was gasping for air as
each thrust was knocking the wind out of me. The friction of his cock on my
ass tunnel was heating my insides and spreading outward. It felt as if my
ass was on fire. His stamina was incredible and beyond human.

He reached around me and the touch of his hard calloused hand on my cock
immediately pushed me over the edge. I screamed for more of his hot burning
cock as he fucked me through my orgasm and beyond. The tree and his cock
were the only things that were keeping me upright as my legs and body were
trembling from the intesity of the orgasm he just gave me.

He continued fucking the life out of me and it just went on and on and on.
Just when I thought I was going to pass out he finally exploded inside of
me with the force of a water hose. I could feel volley after volley of his
man seed firing into me and with each shot he pushed forward and deeper in
to me.  When his climax was over we both collapsed onto the ground out of
breath, chests heaving, and in between gasps for air he told me it was one
of the best fucks he ever had in his life.

When our breathing returned to normal. We took up where we left off
fishing. We hadn't caught our limit yet and there was still a few hours
before we needed to head back so we continued for another hour or so.

We fished in silence, neither one of us speaking, both naked with nothing
on but our boots. He asked if I ever stayed at the lodge for a night and I
told him no but I thought it might be ok if he wanted company for the
night. He said if I could come to his room around 10  PM he would be there
waiting for me and told me which room he was in.

We fished for another hour and it was 6:30 PM before we got dressed, packed
up, and headed back to the lodge. He went in to the lodge and I headed back
to the farmhouse. I got there just as the Mac Granite men were heading in
to dinner. I pulled Uncle Billy aside and asked him if he thought it would
be Ok if I spent the night with Brent at the lodge. He said he was sure it
would be fine - Great Grandaddy, Grandaddy, and him were all staying at the
lodge also with guests. Further it would give the uncles some time alone
which they liked.

After dinner slowly but surely the four of us slipped away, one by one and
no one asked any questions. I went into the lodge and headed straight to
Brent's room. He was sitting up in the bed reading a book with a bedside
table lamp on. When I entered the room I began to undress while he watched
me. He put his book aside and I went to him. I unlaced his boots, removed
them, and buried my face in one of his socked feet, then the other, then
both of them inhaling his musky sent, and rubbing his socked feet.

I could hear his sighs of contentment so I continued and while doing so
became aroused, hard, and commenced to leak. I moved up to him and helped
him out of his shirt and undershirt. We started making out and my hands
explored his musculed chest and arms. He was a fine looking man and well
built. My lips moved down his chest to his nips and I commenced to lightly
chew on them. He was moaning as I worked his nips over and asked me to bite
them harder.

Reached down and unbuckled his pants while I continued to chew on his nips
and he was moaning loudly now. I could feel his distended cock through his
pants. I stopped chewing on his nips long enough to help him remove his
pants then sat on his lap and continued twisting and chewing on his nips
while sliding my ass back and forth on his crotch. He told me I was the
hottest little male slut he had ever met and I had completely subjugated
him. He was mine for as long as I wanted him.

Slid down his body and buried my face in his crotch. It was soaked with his
precum and the scent was an incredible mixture of cum, ball sweat, and man
stink. I licked and sucked his cock through the material of his underwear
for quite awhile while he sat there against the headboard of the bed
pinching and twisting his own nipples. I told him to slide down and lie
flat and he did as I requested.

Removed his dirty socks from both of his feet then straddled him and with
my ass in his face, stretched the elastic on his underwear and put his
socks inside and my head followed. My head was trapped inside of his
underwear now with his socks, hard cock, and balls. The scent of him filled
my mind. While I licked the underside of his cock and balls he pumped out
pints of precum that was running all over my face and neck. I was lapping
up his man seed and the taste of him was all man.

Could feel him pull my ass cheeks apart and when his tongue touched the
entry to my man hole it was like a bolt of electricity shot through my
body. The scent of his socks, precum, cock and hairy balls, the taste of
his precum, combined with the sensations of my head being trapped in his
underwear overwhelmed me. That with the tip of his tongue probing my man
hole had my entire body trembling. I was humping his chest and mentally far
away on a plateau of passion and sensory overload I didn't want it to ever
end. I was mumbling incoherently. He sent me to that pinnacle of pleasure
and over the edge and I sprayed his chest with my cum.

Had barely caught my breath and removed my head from his underwear when he
said "my turn". He had me turn around, face the headboard, and handed me
his socks and underwear. He told me to put his underwear in my mouth so I
could continue to taste his cum which I gladly did. Then he had me get on
all fours. I put his socks on a pillow and buried my face in them inhaling
his foot stink while sucking and tasting the spunk from his underwear and
was becoming aroused again.

He kneeled behind me and I could feel his cockhead at the entrance to
my man hole but only for a moment before he plunged balls deep into me.
Brent didn't know how to gently enter an ass he just shoved his entire cock
in one thrust. He bent over me and held on to the headboard of the bed with
both hands for leverage and power fucked my ass. His thrusting was deep,
hard, and powerful and he was driving my head into the pillow and
consequently the headboard. Oh my God could this guy fuck.

The springs on the bed were squeaking loudly and the headboard was slamming
against the wall. As he'd thrust forward he'd pull on the headboard drving
into me as deep and as fast as he could go. The way he fucked me
earlier today was no comparison to this. He was like a high speed
fucking machine and was relentlessly fucking me. Unmercifully destroying my
ass and I was lost in lust and being driven insane with the pleasure he was
giving me. The intensity of his scent, taste, and fucking made my body
convulse as I orgasmed over and over again.

He fucked me through my orgasm and continued fucking the life out of me. My
body was limp as a rag doll and I sincerely thought i could not take any
more from him. I clamped down on his cock in the hopes that it would make
him climax and it did. He came like a freight train while yelling at me
"You little slut milk my cock with your ass. Show me how much you like my
big man cock. That's it milk it, milk it you fucking slut". And I did with
every bit of energy I had left in me. I drained his balls until he
collapsed on top of me and begged me to stop. But It was too late, the
friction of his cock on my crazy button and his obscene comments had
aroused me again and I was now in a sexual frenzy and needed to cum again.

The heat that emanated from Brent's cock inside of me and the friction of
his fucking me had driven me to that sexual plateau where nothing else
existed but his cock, the smell of his feet from his socks, and the taste
of his cum from his underwear. I was insane with lust and couldn't stop
fucking him. When I orgasmed it was so intense it was blinding and I
couldn't breathe. I pulled his underwear from my mouth and gulped mouthfuls
of air while gasping out "Brent, oh Brent I love how you fuck me. Oh my God
how I love you fucking me".

With his cock still hard and inside of me and him on my back I was
completely satiated and drifted off to sleep. When I was in that twilight
of half sleep he kissed me and said "Jack you really are something
special".

In a deep slumber I was awoken to a cock being thrust in to me balls deep.
I was on my side and Brent was behind me with his cock implanted in my ass
and kissing my neck and ears telling me how much he needed to fuck me
again. His arm was thrown over me and he was playing with my cock.
Squeezing it and jerking it to the tempo of his gentle thrusts. Only half
awake my body responded before my mind did and I was pushing back on his
cock fucking myself with it.

Granite Mac