Date: Thu, 29 Mar 2012 19:33:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Shower, Part 11- 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
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  This story is purely a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to person's
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Mark Stevens


New Shower, 	Part 11 - Next Generation


	After my talk with both my father and my uncle, I decided to "put
into play" the suggestion they gave me. I made up my mind I was going to
give Brandon every chance possible to see me nude. If Dad was right, and my
son really was interested in the same things I had been at his age, I was
going to give him every opportunity I could to see my body. As I had been
told, if nothing else, I could help give him one hell of a fantasy to jack
off to.
	We worked most of the day outside getting some things done for my
father. At one point I found myself alone with Dad.
	"Dad, I need to speak with you about something."
	My father looked at me and remained silent.
	"I've been thinking about our talk this morning, and this is what
I've come up with. All four of us need a shower, so I was thinking about
asking Brandon to join me; just the two of us," I added.
	Dad smiled. "Sort of feel him out?"
	"Something like that," I said with a nod.
	"I think that's a splendid idea. I'll make sure Dennis gets the
message to stay out of the shower house."
	"Thanks."
	I carried some tools inside Dad's work shop. Brandon had arrived
before me and was just heading out the door.
	"Grandpa work you hard enough today?"
	He gave me a toothy grin. "I survived," he assured me.
	"Grandpa suggested we double up on showers; something about the
heater having trouble keeping up with this many people.  If it makes him
happy, why don't you take one with me?"
	There was a look of surprise in my son's eyes, and I watched his
face turn a shade of red.
	"I promise I won't bite," I said trying to put him at ease.
	He studied my face for a time, and then he said, "Well, long as you
promise to behave, then I'll share the water with you."
	Now it was my turn to blush. Just what the hell did he mean by
"behaving"?
	"I promise, I'll be on my best behavior."
	I dropped my tools off in the shed and left the building. I met
Dennis face to face, and he gave me a grin.
	"I hear that you and Brandon are going to conserve the hot water."
	"We are. Dad suggested you and he do the same thing."
	"Don't worry, your father already spoke to me about the
problem. Sounds like he needs to install a new hot water heater to me," he
said.
	I hurried inside the house. As I started up the stairs I was met by
my son.  He had already been up to his room and was heading down with clean
clothes.
	"I'll be out there in a second, Brandon," I told him.
	Not wanting to miss any time with my son in the shower, I quickly
grabbed clean clothes myself and hurried back down the stairs. I came into
the shower house and saw Brandon sitting on one of the benches. He had
removed one shoe and was working on the other.
	I threw my clean clothes down on the bench and reached up to
unbutton my shirt. "I feel like my body is covered in dirt," I said. "A
good hot shower will feel great."
	As I slowly undid each button on my shirt I tried to focus my eyes
on the floor. I didn't want Brandon feeling uncomfortable on my part. When
the last button was undone, I pulled the shirt off and let it drop to the
floor.
	Before I dropped my jeans, I let myself look at my son. He had
finished taking his socks off, but he was still sitting on the bench fully
dressed.
	I suddenly had an idea. I reached for the snap on my jeans and
unzipped them. I let them fall to the floor and with a kick, they went
flying across the room. Then taking a deep breath, I reached for the waste
band of my boxers and slid them down my legs. I stepped out, and rubbing my
hands back and forth through my chest hair, I stretched from one side to
the other, extending my entire body in full view of Brandon. Then I slowly
walked over to the commode and raised the lid. I needed to pee, so I
thought I could take care of the problem, and at the same time, give
Brandon a full view of my body, of me holding my cock, and all the while, I
wouldn't be looking at him. I stood there taking my time and watched the
pee slowly drain from my body. When I had finished, I made sure to shake my
dick three or four times. I concentrated on what I was doing, willing my
cock not to get hard. I didn't think my son was quite ready yet to see me
with a hard on.
	I flushed and turned to face Brandon. He had taken his shirt and
jeans off, but he still had his shorts on. I walked to the shower and
turned the water on. As the spray turned to steam and started running down
the drain, I stepped under it.
	"Ah," I sighed as little rivers of water began running through my
body hair. "Fucking awesome," I said."
	I turned my back toward Brandon. I would have loved to watch him
strip his shorts off, but I wanted to give him whatever privacy he needed.
	Then I heard the shower next to me come on, and I turned around. I
could no longer wait to see what my son looked like. I let my eyes travel
over his body quickly; trying to plant in my mind what each part of him
looked like without lingering and making him feel uncomfortable.
	Brandon had turned twelve a short time ago, but his body was
already showing signs of filling out. His chest had hardly begun to grow,
and of course, it was completely smooth with no sign of hair yet. I
remember my chest hair started growing about the time I turned fifteen. I
may have had a few sprigs before that, but if I did, it wasn't much.
	I quickly let my eyes travel the rest of the way down his body. I
was not surprised to see that his cock had began already to grow, showing
signs he was going to be nice sized when he was an adult. There were
strands of black hair starting to grow around his dick; in fact, he already
had the beginnings of a nice bush even though it was not a thick growth. I
looked on down and saw his balls. Like his chest, they were still smooth
and void of hair; however, if he took after me, it wouldn't be very long
before he had a thick growth covering his sac as well.
	I have to admit, it was hot looking at my son's naked body. So hot
that I quickly turned and faced the wall. My dick was filling out, and I
wouldn't allow him to see me hard; at least not yet.
	I took the soap and began rubbing my body, leaving a white trail
every where my fingers traveled. As I concentrated on my shower, I was
relieved to feel my dick starting to go back down.
	My thoughts were interrupted when Brandon said, "Dad?"
	I almost dropped the bar of soap.
	I turned around and said, "Yes, Brandon?"
	"You have a nice body," he praised me.
	I think my heart skipped a beat, maybe even a couple. "Why, thank
you, Brandon.  I can't help but notice you're starting to look a lot like I
did at your age. I just hope when it all takes place you aren't bothered by
the body hair. Don't know if you realize it or not, but the men in this
family all seem to have lots of body hair."
	Brandon was quiet for a moment. Then he said, "Yeah, I've noticed
that. "Grandpa and Uncle Dennis both seem to have a lot."
	I gave him a nod. "They do, and I will tell you; when I was about
your age, my body hair started growing, and by the time I was fifteen, I
was hairy all over."
	I watched as Brandon's eyes traveled from my head all the way down
to my toes. "You are hairy," he agreed.
	I decided to go for broke. Turning around, I reached down and
pulled the cheeks of my ass a part. "I even have the stuff back here as
well."
	"I see that," I heard him say.
	We didn't talk much after that. We finished our showers and got
dressed. Before we left the shower house I said, "Brandon, I know this time
of your life can be a bit confusing. You're body has started changing, and
you're just really at the beginning of that change. So, I want you to know
something, okay? If ever you have any questions, I don't care what they
are; I want you to come to me, okay? When I was your age, believe it or
not, Grandpa was very good in telling me what I needed or wanted to know. I
just want you to know I am here for you in the same way."
	"I will, Dad."
	"I'm serious, Brandon. I know you can hear all kinds of shit from
kids at school, and some of it is way off base. Just promise, if you have
any questions, look me up first."
	"I promise, Dad."
	We hurried back inside the house. Dennis and my father were sitting
at the kitchen table.
	"We were beginning to think the two of you fell in out there,"
Dennis greeted with a grin.
	"We were so damned dirty," I pointed out.
	Brandon spoke up, and the words he said couldn't have made me any
prouder. "Damned dirty," he echoed me. "It took a lot of hot water,
Grandpa, to get ourselves clean. I guess you and Uncle Dennis had better
share the water too."
	Dennis stood to his feet and picked up some clothes on the chair
beside him. "Ah, I see we have a smart ass here."
	"I guess better smart than dumb," I retorted.
	"You see where his son gets it?" Dad teased.
	I watched Brandon hurry up the stairs. When he disappeared at the
top, I turned and headed out of the house. Dad and Dennis had already
disappeared inside the shower house. I hurried inside after them.
	Dennis turned from the bench where he had already started to
undress. "Yes?"
	"I just wanted the two of you to know that I had a bit of a talk
with Brandon. I think he is going to be very open to new
things. Eventually," I added. "The reason I came out here was to ask if the
two of you can behave."
	"Explain behave," Dad said.
	My uncle gave my father a punch in the ribs. "I think he's asking
us not to fuck," he said with a grin.
	I nodded. "That's right, I was."
	"And that would be because?"
	"Because I'm going into the house and come up with some sort of
excuse to have Brandon come back out here so he can see the two of you in
the shower," I finished.
	"I think I can keep myself under control," my uncle told me.
	"And you?" I said to Dad.
	Dad grinned. "I'll behave. It'll be hard, but I will try."
	"I'm sure it will be hard," Dennis retorted. "It usually is," he
said.
	I turned to leave. "I'll send him out here to ask what I can do to
get dinner on the way."
	I hurried back inside the house and climbed the stairs to my room.
	I called out, "Brandon, where are you, Son?"
	"In my room, Dad."
	I walked down the hall and pushed the door opened to his
room. "Sorry for barging in," I said, "but can you do me a favor?"
	At his nod, I said, "While I'm taking care of these dirty clothes,
would you mind going down and asking Grandpa what his plans are for dinner?
That way I can get started on it while the two of them finish up with their
showers."
	"I can do that, Dad."
	I turned and headed for my room. I pretended to be busy until I
heard him head down the stairs. When I heard the kitchen door shut, I went
down to the kitchen. I would set the table and make it look like I really
was interested in helping with the meal when my son returned.
	Brandon was gone a long time. I was beginning to think he was
really enjoying whatever show Dad and Dennis were giving him, when the
kitchen door suddenly opened, and he came inside the house.
	I grinned and said, "I thought you had decided to take another
shower."
	"Sorry about that; Dennis was telling Grandpa some funny story
about a neighbor of his. I guess I sort of got interested in it."
	"Did you remember why I sent you out there?" I forced my voice to
sound just a bit irritated just so he wouldn't suspect the real reason.
	"Yeah, I remembered. He said everything was in the frig if you
would just open the door and look."
	"Are you getting smart with me, young man?"
	"Never," he retorted and left the room.
	I opened the refrigerator and pulled out the package of meat I saw
on the top shelf. Then I saw the package of spaghetti on the kitchen
counter and realized what Dad intended for our evening meal. I had started
the meat cooking on the stove when the kitchen door opened and my uncle
came inside.
	Giving me a grin, he said, "Your dad needs to see you in the shower
house. He needs help with the hot water heater."
	I looked at him in surprise. "Really, he needs my help?"
	"He does; I'll take care of things in here."
	Wondering just what was going on, I left Dennis in charge of the
stove. "I'll be right back," I said and headed out the door.
	I walked into the shower house. "Dad?"
	I found my father sitting on one of the benches. He patted a place
beside him and said, "Have a seat, Steve."
	I took a seat beside him. "Dennis said you needed help with the
water heater."
	My father gave me a big ass grin. "That was just a ruse to get you
out here. I wanted to talk with you about Brandon."
	"I'm listening."
	"Let me tell you, Dennis and I gave him the show of a life
time. When he left it was easy to see he had the hard on of a life time."
	"Just what did the two of you do?"
	"Oh, not much at all," he said. "We just did one hell of a wash job
on our bodies, that's all. We washed ever part of us over and over and
over. Let me tell you, Brandon could hardly stand to watch me wash my
cock. He couldn't keep his eyes from staring, couldn't decide which of us
he wanted to watch. He would stare at me, then at Dennis, then back at
me. Trust me; by the time he left the room he was drenched in sweat. His
dick was straining to get loose when he went back inside the house."
	"You remember how early I grew my body hair?"
	At his nod, I went on, saying, "Well, I think Brandon is going to
be as hairy as me. He's already starting to sprout hair, and even though
it's not real thick yet, I'm pretty sure it's going to be in time, just
like I was. Like I am," I corrected.
	Dad reached under my shirt and wrapped his fingers through my chest
hair. "I'm glad to hear that. I hope he isn't too upset if he's as hairy
you and me."
	"I don't think he will be. He couldn't keep from staring at my
body, and he told he liked my hair."
	"Good, I'm glad to hear that. I can't wait for him to sprout."
	"He and I talked a little while we showered. I told him I was
covered in hair by the time I was fifteen, maybe closer to sixteen. He
didn't seem to mind at all that he might be just as hairy."
	Dad brought his hand out from my shirt. "Pull those pants down," he
said. "I told Dennis to make sure he kept Brandon in the house while you
and I "worked" on the water heater."
	After the shower I had shared with my son, and now, the talk with
my father, my cock was ready for some action. I quickly dropped my pants
and went for Dad's wet mouth. My hard dick plowed its way inside and began
fucking; enjoying the hot sensation his mouth gave. I pushed hard into him,
slapping my balls roughly against his chin. My pubes pressed into his face,
and I felt him breathe deeply, taking in the fragrance of my hairy crotch.
	I placed my hands on the back of his head and pulled him closer to
me. It was so hot fucking his mouth, and suddenly I felt my dick swell up,
felt the first hint of orgasm course its way through my body.
	"I'm going to shoot, Dad," I warned.
	Dad sucked all the harder, and as each spurt of my hot cum hit the
back of his throat, he swallowed it. When I finished erupting inside his
mouth, he hadn't lost a drop of my juice.
	He stood to his feet, and leaning over, pressed his mouth against
mine. After giving me a kiss, he said, "I needed your cum, Steve."
	"I certainly needed to shoot a load," I said.
	Dad gave me a grin. "Well, as much as I'd love to remain out here
and enjoy more of your body, I guess we should go in the house and check on
the other two. You'd better get dressed.


End Part 11

Mark Stevens