1. MY SUMMER WITH GRAMPS


    Date: 7/21/2015, Categories: Anal, Hardcore, Taboo, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    making a tremendous racket, not that there was anyone around to disturb. Gramps abruptly stopped the truck, nearly throwing me through the windshield. I was home for the summer; isolated from everyone and everything. At least I had my fingers to keep me entertained. Gramps lived so far out in the sticks, that he didn't even have a TV. I asked him why he didn't just get a satellite dish, and he just grumbled something about the cost and Hollywood faggots. As for a cell phone, forget it. Oddly enough, he did have a computer, but he didn't have any games or even let me anywhere near it; said it was for business only. Gramps had a telephone too, but he would never let me call long distance and the only free calls were to Hicksville, and no one lived in Hicksville, except of course the Hicks (that really is the name of the f****y who runs the only store in &#034town&#034). About the best I could expect would be a trip once every two weeks to Hicksville to go to the general store, and maybe one trip during the entire summer to a larger town for things unavailable in Hicksville (that includes just about anything and everything). Gramps' house sat up on top of a small hill. It was a ramshackle affair that still needed a paint job from before I was born. It looked like it would blow down during the next storm, but I guess it was sturdy enough. It had certainly been there for a long time. As dilapidated as it looked on the outside, it had lots of different rooms and inside it was very ...
    homey and comfortable, like a pair of well‑worn jeans. Outside the best feature of the house was the big wrap around porch and the porch swing. I could spend hours out there swinging. As for a view, despite being on the top of a hill, about the only thing to see from the house were Gramps' barn, the pasture where he kept a few cows and a pet donkey, lots of trees, a field that he had planted in corn and his vegetable garden. The vegetable garden... ugh! I knew I would soon be out there hoeing and pulling weeds in that miserable patch all summer, but then again, that really would be about the only thing I had to do around there. Gramps effortlessly retrieved my bag from the back of the pickup and carried it inside, grumbling all the time about how heavy it was. He showed me to my room, the little one with the old lavender wallpaper that was peeling off the walls in place. &#034You can have your mother's old room. From the sounds of it, she's not planning on coming out here anytime soon.&#034 He swung the big suitcase onto the bed with a thud. &#034There's hardy enough room in here for ya, so we need to get rid of that suitcase as soon as possible. So, why don't ya get busy and get yourself unpacked while I put on some supper for us.&#034 I really didn't feel up to tacking all my clothes, but I knew better than to get on Gramps' bad side right away. He had a way of straightening you out real quick. Electing not to cause a scene I'd regret, I set about my task. Halfway through, ...
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