Date: Wed, 21 Mar 2012 10:54:42 -0700 (PDT) From: Jerlar Subject: New Shower, Part 10 - Next Generation This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. Mark Stevens New Shower, Part 10 - Next Generation I had already crawled into Dad's bed when he joined me in the room. He shut the door and gave the lock a twist. As he walked across the room, he shed his favorite robe and stood before me naked. I licked my lips. No matter how many times I saw his naked body, it never failed to make me instantly hard. I loved feasting on his hairy chest. The only difference between him and me was he had several streaks of gray now threading their way through the thick brown curls. I grinned at him. "Do you think it's wise to do that? Lock the door, I mean?" He nodded. "Very wise, unless you're ready for your son to catch us fucking." "I see your point. I don't think I'm ready for that; at least not just yet." "I thought I would unlock the door when we were ready to sleep. That way, should Brandon need anything during the night he can come into the room." Dad pulled the covers back and crawled in beside me. I scooted over next to him. I loved the feeling his naked skin gave me. Dad looked at me and said, "I have a question for you, Steve?" I looked at him and waited. "It's about Brandon," he said. "I don't think he has any idea you and I play together, but I have noticed something. Several times, I might add." "What's that, Dad?" "Well, take tonight for instance. Several times during the movie I kept finding your son staring at me. When he saw me looking at him, he quickly turned his eyes away." "So, is there anything wrong with him looking at his grandfather?" Dad shook his head. "Not at all," he answered. "However, I've seen that same look before in your eyes. When you were about his age," he added. I was thoughtful for a moment. Finally I said, "You could be right. I must say I'm not surprised. However, at this point, I am not willing to initiate anything of the sort with him. Even though I tried like hell to catch you naked any time I could when I was young, I still didn't mess around with you until I was sixteen or so. When Brandon reaches that age, well, we'll see what happens then. Now, with him the age he is, I'm not interested." Dad reached over and squeezed my cheek. "God, you are so fucking smart," he said. "What can I say? I had a good teacher. Still do," I added and gave him a kiss. Dad pulled me to him and pushed his tongue inside my mouth. I was already hard, but his touch made me even bigger, and I felt pre cum leaking down into my bush. Dad broke our kiss and said, "You don't know how much I want to make love to you, Steve; however, with Brandon in the house and just down the hall, I'm afraid I'm going to fuck you fast and hard. I'm sorry, son, but I just don't want to take the chance of him hearing us." I didn't say a word. I reached down and grabbed my father's hard dick. As I wrapped my fingers around the thick shaft I felt his pubes crawl up to meet my skin. I scooted down in the bed until my face was between his legs and in front of his hairy nut sac. With my tongue, I started licking those furry balls and began working my way down creating a wet trail through the hair in search of his hole. When I came to his hairy opening, I began licking around it enjoying the feel the little brown hairs gave my wet member. I worked him over for a time getting his ass all wet and ready for me I rose up and looked at him. "I'm going to fuck you first," I said quietly. "Then I want you to fuck me. I want to go to sleep with your cum inside my ass." "Sounds like a plan to me, Son." Saying those words, Dad spread his legs wider a part to make room for me. I went back to work on his entrance, and when I thought he was wet enough, when I had him moaning for more, I reached for the lube in the bedside table. I squeezed a big glob out and worked inside Dad's tight ass. Then I filled the palm of my hand with more and quickly coated the hard seven inches of cock between my legs. I fell between Dad's legs as he placed a pillow under his ass. It brought his hole in alignment with my dick. I placed the tip against the greased area and pressed in just slightly. "Drive that fucking cock in," he said. With a look over my shoulder, I assured myself the door was locked. Then I turned back around and pushed with everything I had, driving my slippery dick all the way inside Dad's hairy asshole. He groaned, I moaned, and I started fucking like a rabbit. I pounded his ass causing my ball sac to slap against him with a loud smacking sound. When a guy is fucking a tight hot ass, the only thing on his mind is plowing that ass; Nothing else matters; and that was on my mind at the moment. I could think of nothing except the hole I was buried in. Suddenly my dick gave a jump inside of Dad and was ready to shoot its load. Not saying a word, I increased my speed driving even deeper inside his ass. The first splash of spunk flew out of my dick and landed deep inside him. "Oh, yeah," he moaned. "Fill my ass with your junk." And I did. By the time I had finished erupting inside him cum was starting to leak out and run down the back of his legs. I remained in him for a long time after I finished cumming. Then I pulled out and fell on the bed beside him. "My turn," I simply said." <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< I turned over in bed and opened my eyes. It took me a moment to realize I was in my father's bed rather than my own in my own house. Suddenly I saw a shadow move in the room. I called out, "Is that you, Brandon?" There was a creak as someone walked across the floor. Then the bed shook slightly. "You wish it was Brandon." "Dennis?" I felt the bed give a little as he sat down beside me. "The one and only," he said. "Is something wrong?" I whispered. "Yes," he answered. "I have this problem on my mind, and I can't seem to fall asleep." "You want to talk about it?" "Not particularly," he said. "Here's the problem." I felt his hand on mine as he picked it up. The next thing I knew he was pressing the palm of my hand against his cock; a very hard and wet cock. "I see you do have a problem. A big one," I added. "Now do you see why I can't sleep?" "I do. Why don't you lock the door and let me see if I can take care of that problem?" "Already done," he said. "Locked door, I mean." I moved over closer to Dad. "I'm ready for you," I said. "I still have Dad's cum inside my ass." "God, yes, I love fucking in his cum." "Well, there's plenty there for you." Dad stirred on the other side of me. "You two going to fuck or talk the rest of the night?" he asked sleepily. "Hell, we might do both," Dennis grinned. "Then take your fucking back down the hall to your room." "Ah, Dad, you know you want to lay here and listen to us," I whispered. And that's exactly what he did. He turned over and faced me, and in the shadows as my uncle slid inside my cum-filled hole, I watched him take his cock between his fingers and start jerking. At first it with slow strokes, and then the harder Dennis pounded me, the faster Dad jacked off. It was hot getting fucked in the ass by my uncle and watching my father jerking his thick hairy cock. This went on for quite some time until almost at the same moment I felt more cum being deposited inside me and saw my father shoot a thick heavy rope of cum into the air. It landed in the middle of his matted down bush, and as the last drops of Dennis's juice rolled to a stop inside me, I saw Dad take a hand and rub his thick spunk into the hair around his dick. Dennis lay there for a moment or two and finally pulled out of me. "I hate to hit and run," he said, "but I really need to leave before Brandon sees something he probably shouldn't." I leaned up and planted a kiss on his mouth. "Night, Dennis, I love you." "Love you too, Kid. "Goodnight." I watched as Dennis reached down to pick up his shorts. He pulled them on and headed for the door. "See you guys in the morning," he said and walked out. I turned over and faced Dad. "Night, Dad. Sorry we woke you." Dad brought his hand of and gave his fingers a sniff. "Well, I'm not; at least now. I'll sleep even better after this." I gave him a kiss. "I love you, Dad." With two loads of cum planted deeply inside my ass, I leaned in toward dad and fell asleep instantly. <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< When I woke up the next morning I was alone in bed. Dad was already up. I thought about getting up myself and then decided against it. My thoughts returned to the night before. What a night it had been, getting fucked by both my dad and my uncle. The two of them were so fucking hot, and I loved feeling their hairy cocks buried inside my ass. Just the memory of the night before made me instantly hard. I reached down and gave my dick a few strokes before crawling out of bed. I was not going to waste any cum this weekend. Why jack off when I had two hot hairy asses in the house to fuck? After all there were long stretches at a time where I could do nothing but jack off. I would wait until opportunity presented it self for something much better. I jumped out of bed and reached for my shorts on the floor. Pulling them on, I headed out the door and down the hall to my room. I definitely needed a shower in the worst way. Cum is a delicious thing, but after "hanging around" for several hours, it was not my favorite odor to sniff. I opened the door to my room and walked quietly inside. I found some clean clothes and started for the door once more. "Good morning," a sleepy voice called from my bed. Caught off guard, I jerked around and faced Dennis. "Morning," I greeted. "Did you sleep well?" He rose up in bed and rested on his elbows. "I did." Patting the bed, he said, "Have a seat; we need to talk." "I was about to take my shower," I told him. He grinned. "All the better. You know how I love that smell." "Be serious," I said. Just the same, I sat down beside him. "I just thought you should know something. Last night when I left your dad's room I found Brandon in the hall way. I was fairly sure he had been listening at the door; by the look on his face." "Oh, fuck." "That's most likely what he heard." As I looked at Dennis, I suddenly felt sick to my stomach. Forcing myself to breathe, I said, "What should I do, Dennis?" Dennis was quiet for a minute. Then he said, "Well, since I have no kids of my own, I don't think I'm the best person to ask that question. You should probably talk with your father. However, just from the stand point of being the uncle, I would say perhaps you should wait and see if Brandon approaches you with any questions or comments." "You know, Dad and I sort of had this same conversation last night. Maybe the situation is going to come up faster than I thought it would." Dennis suddenly wrinkled his nose. "Damn, you do stink, Kid. Go hit the shower." "I'm heading out to the shower house now; care to join me?" My uncle shook his head. "Even though I would like nothing better, I probably should stay in the house. At least until we find out what Brandon is thinking," he added. I leaned over and gave him a kiss. "Love you, Uncle," I said. <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< I hurried down stairs and found Dad in the kitchen beginning to put breakfast together. I walked into the room and greeted him. "Morning, Dad; smells good in here." I stopped beside him. "I'm on my way out to the shower house. Can you leave things here long enough to join me?" Dad gave me a grin. "You didn't get enough last night?" "You know me; I never get enough of that. However, that's not the reason for my asking. I need to have a talk with you about something else." Bacon was frying in a pan on the stove. He turned the burner off and removed the pan to the back burner. "Let's go," he said. He followed me out the door and we hurried inside the shower house. He sat on one of the benches and watched as I pulled my shorts off and stepped under the hot steamy spray. "What's on your mind?" he asked. As I began bathing, I said, "Dennis told me this morning he discovered Brandon in the hall last night as he was leaving your room." A surprised look appeared on my father's face. "No shit?" "According to him," I said. "Did he say anything to Dennis?" "He didn't say a word; just turned and went into his room. Dennis said from the look on Brandon's face, he was pretty sure he had been listening at the door and equally as sure Brandon heard what was going on inside the room." For a few seconds I concentrated on cleaning my cock and balls; I didn't speak. When Dad didn't say anything, I asked, "So, tell me, what I should do?" Dad remained thoughtful for a time. Then he said, "Well, as I see it, you have some options here. One: you can say nothing and see if Brandon says anything to you; two: Talk with Brandon and ask if anything is on his mind. Then there's always option three you could choose." When Dad didn't continue, I asked, "So, what the hell is the option?" Dad looked at me for a moment. Then he said, "You can make sure little things begin to happen, such as letting Brandon see you going into the shower, or coming out; let him see your naked body now and then." "But he's only twelve," I reminded. Dad nodded his head. "He is, and I agree, much too young; still, if this is what he wants, a little exposure won't hurt him. I'm not saying you should fuck him; even something as simple as touching him. Still, if this is what he wants and you give him a year or two's pleasure of looking at your body, worst thing to happen would be you giving him hot thoughts to jack off to. Hell, if you're okay with it, I'll even let him see me know and then. If it's what he really wants, between the two of us, we'll give him the fantasy of a life time." "What about Mom?" Dad looked sharply at me. "What about your mother?" "I don't want to do anything to make her upset with us." My father smiled. "Trying for a bit of humor here, I just have to say: You don't think the two of us fucking wouldn't upset her?" "I do think about that at times," I admitted. I turned the water off and reached for a towel. Dad stood to his feet. "Do you want to stop what we're doing?" "Shit, no," I said. "Besides, I couldn't even if I wanted to," I added. Dad headed for the door. "Just think about it. There's still plenty of time to decide. Besides, Brandon may come to you, and that would perhaps get the hard part out of the way for you. Let's just wait and see what happens." I watched my father leave the room, and I suddenly realized he must be the smartest man I knew. I began thinking about him and what it might feel like to one day lose him. I had never thought about that before. True, he was only fifty four, and by today's standards that was young; still, it was something I hoped I never had to find out about; not for a very long time. I finished dressing and headed to the house to join the men in my life. End Part 10-New Generation Hugs Stevens