Date: Tue, 1 May 2012 20:14:55 -0700 (PDT) From: Jerlar Subject: New Shower, Part 20 - 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 20 -- Next Generation "Are you awake, Dad?" I rolled over in bed and opened my eyes. My son was standing at the foot of my bed. "I am now, Brandon. Is something wrong?" "No. Can I crawl in bed with you?" I looked at the clock beside my bed. It read five a.m. I threw the covers back. "Sure," I said. I watched my son close the door and head for my bed. He lay beside me and pulled the covers up. "I'm cold," he said with a shiver. I rolled on my side. "Let me warm you up," I said pulling him to me. His body felt like ice when he touched me. "You're naked," he commented. "I always sleep that way. If you like, I can pull my shorts on." "It's okay," he said. "Are you sure everything's all right, Brandon?" "Yeah, it is." As I held my son in my arms, he seemed to all back to sleep almost immediately. Good for him. Bad for me; because the feel of his body next to mine the way it was, I could feel my cock thickening up. I knew it wouldn't be long before it would be hard and poking him in the stomach. I continued holding him for a few moments longer and then I pulled away. I rolled on my other side and pushed my backside up next to him. Having done that, I felt much better. Where Brandon was concerned, I still didn't trust myself completely. I knew he wanted to fuck me; at least he thought he did. However, I wasn't absolutely sure either one of us was quite ready for that. Feeling better about everything, I felt myself beginning to slip away, back into dreamland. I had been sleeping a while when all at once I began having a really hot dream. I didn't know where I was, but I was somewhere, laying on a blanket and naked. In my dream, I lay on my back with my hands behind my head. Suddenly out of nowhere a hand appeared and wrapped its fingers around my cock; my very hard cock. In my dream I shivered because who ever the hand belonged to started stroking me. Then a second "hand" appeared out of nowhere and began playing with my balls. I could feel gentle fingers press my hairy sac and the first hand jack me faster. Suddenly in this dream, I knew I was about to shoot my load. Man, what a fucking dream! The dream exploded with cum. I opened my eyes. Shit, was that real or what? It certainly had felt like the "real thing". Then I felt something else. I felt a fist around my dick. It wasn't my fingers that held me. It was another person. And, whoever this person was, I realized, had cum all over their fingers; my cum. "Dad?" "What happened, Brandon?" Was that a dumb question or what? "Don't be mad, Dad." "I'm not mad," I hurried to assure him. How could I be? I had absolutely no problem with the way he had awaken me. I pushed my body closer to him. "Brandon, I love you. Waking me up the way you did, well, I can assure you; I have no problem at all with what you just did." I paused a moment and then continued. "Are you all right with what you did?" With his fist still wrapped around my cock, he gave me a hug. "Hell, yeah, I'm good with it. I just needed to touch you." "Like I told you out in the shower house yesterday afternoon, Brandon, you can touch me, explore my body, do anything you like, and I won't have any problem with it." When he pulled me to him, I could feel my son's dick. Even though he had shorts on, I could feel how hard he was. I reached behind me and felt him. I gave his dick a squeeze. "You think we need to take care of this?" I asked him. He shivered when I touched him. "God, yes," he breathed. I felt the bed move as he tugged his shorts down. The next thing I knew, Brandon was rubbing his cock against my ass. The touch of him pressed up against me would have been enough to make me shoot had I not just spewed out a big load of cum. A lot of my cum had landed in my pubes. I scooped up as much of it as I could and applied it to my son's cock. I felt him shudder. "Fuck that feels good," he moaned. With my back still next to him, I began jacking Brandon. God, it was so hot to be holding his dick; a dick smeared with my cum; his father's cum. I began jacking him harder, and it wasn't long before I heard his breathing change. I felt his hands on my shoulders, heard his breathing grow faster, and I knew he was going to shoot his teen cream on my ass. "Yeah, Brandon, shoot that hot load, Son. Spray my ass with your thick juice," I groaned. "Fuck, Dad!" He said the words, and I felt the first rope of his spunk hit my ass crack. By the time he had finished shooting, a thick river of cum was slowly making its way along my hairy crack. When he was finished, Brandon pressed his body into mine; rubbing the cream he had just shot on me into his wiry pubes. I could feel those sticky hairs attach themselves firmly to my wet skin. "I love you, Brandon," I said softly. "I love you too, Dad." Not much more was said as we lay there, his arms wrapped around me, his cock pressed along my cum-filled crack. There was no need for words. Sleep came to us as we lay there, our cum marking the beginning of a new kind of relationship between the two of us. <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< I opened my eyes the second time that morning. This time the sun was peeking inside the room through the window. My son was sleeping behind me, his arms still hugging me close to him. I looked at my alarm clock. It was after nine o'clock. I turned over on my back. When I did, Brandon followed suit. I lifted the sheet. What a sight! My son had the usual morning wood. His cock was standing up proudly, surrounded by the thick matted hair that covered his crotch. I didn't hesitate one second. I leaned over and grasped his dick between my fingers. On the second stroke, Brandon opened his eyes. "What are you doing?" "Waking you up," I said with a grin. My son spread his legs apart. "Continue," he said. And I did. I would jack him, enjoying the feel of his cock in my fist. Then I would stop and play in his sticky hair with my fingers. I love the feel of cum in hair, love even more the fragrance it gives off. Pressing the palm of my hand into his pubes, I put my nose down there and gave a hearty sniff. "What the fuck?" "I love cum flavored hair," I told him. "You're sick, Dad." "Maybe I am; still, there's not a better smell than cum in your bush." I began jacking him once more. With my other hand I rotated back and forth between teasing his balls and playing in his bush. I discovered when I touched him below his ball sac it made him crazy. When I realized how much it got to him, I remained there teasing his skin. "Fuck, you keep that up, and I'm going to shoot my load." I kept silent, not saying a word. I jacked his cock faster, and he began to moan. "I'm going to shoot, Dad," he warned me. Don't ask me why I did it, but when he said that, I stopped jacking his dick and covered it with my mouth. When I slid down his hard shaft and stopped with my nose buried in his hot smelling pubes, his eyes opened. "What the fuck?" Before I could change my mind, I began working my mouth up and down my son's hard shaft. On his third trip inside my wet mouth, I felt Brandon's cock swell in size. "Fuck," he breathed. I felt the first heavy wave hit the back of my throat, followed by six more blasts. I swallowed them all, not losing a drop. When he had finished shooting, I remained with my nose buried in his bush. With his cock still inside my mouth, I raised my head enough to look at him. I had made such a hasty decision to suck him off I wasn't sure how he would feel about it. Finally I pulled off. "Are we okay?" I asked quietly. My son gave me a wicked grin. "Fuck, we're better than okay, Dad." Suddenly everything in my world was great. My son and I had taken another step, and now our relationship seemed even stronger than before. I smiled at him. "You know, I would like nothing better than to lay here naked in bed with you the entire day, but I don't think Grandma would go for it. You can have first dibs on the shower, Brandon." "Don't you want to use the shower house? It would be much faster." "I don't think so." I shook my head. "I don't think I could watch you taking a shower; not without touching you." Brandon shrugged his shoulders. "Suit yourself. It was just a suggestion." I watched my son leave the room. When the door closed after him, I lay with my head on the pillow. I thought how our relationship had changed. It would never be the same; the events of the past twenty-four hours had decided that course. A part of me wanted to think that because no fucking had taken place nothing had changed. However, a bigger part tugged at my brain and reminded me it was different. True, I hadn't fucked Brandon; still, I had to admit what we shared together was not what fathers did with their sons. Suddenly I felt a big knot forming in the pit of my stomach. I rolled over on my stomach and placed my chin on my arms. What the hell had I done? I wondered. How could I have let myself get so carried away? Brandon was only fourteen; hardly old enough to know how he felt. I was the adult in the situation. I should have known better. My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. I rolled over on my back and called, "Come in." Dad opened the door and stepped into the room. "Are you sleeping in this morning?" He closed the door and walked over to the bed. "Morning, Dad," I greeted. I moved over and he sat down next to me. "You guys have missed breakfast. I'm surprised you slept in this morning." "Things have been just busy enough this week that sleeping in sounded good," I told him. Dad studied me closely for a moment. Then he asked, "Something on your mind, Steve?" "Not really. Well, kind of," I corrected myself. Dad gave me a smile. "Either it is, or it isn't. Which is it?" All my life dad could get me to tell him anything just by the smile he gave me. Truth be known, I had always felt he reserved his "special" smile just for me. I know when I saw it I could have told him anything he wanted to know. This was the smile he gave me now. "Brandon spent most of the night with me," I began. "He did?" I couldn't miss the surprised look on his face. "He came to my room about five this morning and asked if he could sleep in my bed." "You don't say?" Dad was quiet for a moment. I could see his brain working hard; he seemed lost in his thought. "You don't sound too happy. Something happen to upset you?" "Dad, I'm just afraid I might have pushed Brandon into something he will regret. That we'll both regret," I added. Dad folded his arms. "Tell me about it," he said quietly. "Like I told you, he came and crawled into bed with me this morning. We talked some and then fell asleep. Sometime later I dreamed I was having a nice sex dream. When I woke up, I guess Brandon had been jacking me. His fist was wrapped around my cock and covered in my cum." "Let's see, your son stroked you off, and you think you might have forced him to do what he did? Is that correct?" "I know it sounds dumb, Dad." I looked my father in the eye. "I guess I'm so afraid I will do something that will make him hate me eventually. After all, I am the adult here. He's just a kid." Dad scooted to the edge of the bed. "Steve, you weren't much older than Brandon the first time we tried anything together. Do you feel I forced you into doing something you weren't comfortable with? Did I take advantage of you, of your young age?" "Hell no, you didn't. If you remember correctly, I told you from the very start how much I loved you, how strong my desire was for you. I think I've always loved you in that way." "You don't think your son feels the same way about you?" Before I could answer, he went on, "Of course he does. Steve, he's crazy about you. I see him look at you the same way you do me. Son, trust me, you have done nothing to harm your son. Do I need to remind you that he was the one that came to your bed? Do you think that would have happened had he not wanted to?" His words were starting to make sense to me. "I suppose you are right." "Of course I'm right. Steve, I think you have handled this situation the right way. You haven't pushed for anything; you've let Brandon be the one to make the move. There is no way in hell you have forced him into this situation. He's where he is by his choice." I gave my father my own special smile. "Why the fuck didn't you come in here sooner? It would have saved me from a lot of depression." "Well, I'm here now." He looked at his watch. "I think it's time you jumped in the shower." He sniffed the air. "It smells like a cum factory in here." I threw the sheet back. "I have cum plastered all over my body," I grinned. Dad reached down and gave my sticky pubes a tug. Then bringing a finger to his nose, he breathed in deeply. "I do love cum flavored hair," he reminded me. "That's the same thing I told Brandon." Dad leaned over and kissed me. Then standing to his feet, he said, "I would love to lick ever bit of cum from your body, but time has run out. We've got places to be, people to see, so get your ass out of that bed." Just feeling his touch was enough to get me hard. "Hey, thanks for starting something you can't finish." I crawled out of bed. Before he left the room, Dad took me in his arms and held me tightly for a moment. When he turned me loose, he asked, "Are you okay?" I nodded. "I am, Dad. I appreciate what you said." He kissed me one more time. "I do love you, Son." "Love you too, Dad. I'll be down shortly." I was heading for the bathroom and my shower when I met Brandon in the hallway. His body was still damp from his shower and covered with a thick white towel. As we passed each other, he leaned in and whispered, "I thought you might join me." I gave my son a grin. "Another time," I said and kept on walking. I felt much better after my talk with Dad, and now, I was anxious to get my holiday started. My father always had a way about him that could get me through anything. I thought about Brandon and hoped I could do the same for him as well. With lots of luck and plenty of practice, maybe I could. End Part 20 Mark Stevens