Date: Sun, 6 May 2012 17:31:29 -0700 (PDT) From: Jerlar Subject: New Shower, Part 22 -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 22 – Next Generation We lay next to each other in bed, my son and I, and yet I felt like I was dreaming. Even though his naked body was touching mine, I had the feeling I was going to wake up and discover nothing had happened. "Dad?" When Brandon spoke my name, it brought me out of my trance, and I knew it had happened; we actually were in bed together, naked. Looking at my naked son's body, I said, "Yes, Brandon?" "I've wanted this to happen for a long time." I smiled at him. "I've wanted the same thing." "From the time I saw my first pubic hair I tried every way I could think of to get a look at your body." "I understand your feelings. I felt the same way about Grandpa. When my body began going through its changes, I did my best to catch him naked. That's why I couldn't believe it when he told me he wanted to build the shower house." Brandon suddenly sat up in bed. "Would you like to hear one of my fantasies?" I nodded. "I've always thought it would be so hot for you to jack off on my bush and then rub it in my hair." My dick gave a leap, and I looked down. "I think he likes the thought of that." "That's what I would like to do next," he told me. I leaned over and kissed him on the mouth. When my lips found his, I was totally hard. As we kissed, I pulled his body into mine and hugged him close to me. I felt his cock pressed into mine, his pubes intertwining with my own wiry curls, his balls kissing my hairy nut sac. I broke our kiss. "Are you ready for me to cum on you?" "God, yes," he said, and I could hear the desire in his voice. I got on my knees and leaned over so that his cock, his bush, was directly under me. I grasped my dick with my hand and began stroking. It was so hot to jack off and see his hard dick and thick hairy bush just below my dripping cock. With my other hand, I reached down and began playing in his thick brown pubes. Their touch to my skin was like having a bolt of electricity travel through my body. "Fuck, this is just the way I pictured it when I jacked off," he told me. Brandon reached up and took hold of my hairy nut sac. As I jacked my cock, he played with my balls, gently pulling at the hair that covered them. While holding them he reached up and placed his other hand in the middle of my bush. Damn, it was hot feeling his fingers in my crotch hair. With one hand on my balls and the other in my pubes, he sent me over the edge fairly quickly. "I'm going to cum, Brandon," I called out. "Yeah, Dad, spray you spunk in my hair." And I did. The first shot landed in the center of his dark bush, followed by several more, and by the time I had finished shooting on him his hair was covered in my spunk. "Rub it in," he told me. Still on my knees, I reached down and placed my hand against his wet sticky hair. I slowly massaged his matted curls, spreading my white spunk all over the hairy area. There was enough to wet his entire bush down, and when I had finished, the hair was pasted to his body. When I had him covered with my cum, I sat back and looked at him. He was so fucking hard he had to be in pain. I waited to see what he wanted me to do next. "It's always been a fantasy of mine that you clean the cum from my body with your tongue." He didn't have to say another word. I pulled his legs a part and crawled between them. Next I opened my mouth, and with my tongue, began cleaning him up. I loved the feeling it gave as my spunk lifted out of his crotch hair and willingly went inside my mouth. It took several minutes, but eventually I had the cum completely gone from his body. "Suck my dick," he said next. He didn't have to tell me twice! I swallowed down to his thick hairy root and began working my cum-filled mouth on his dick. The more I sucked, the harder he fucked me. I loved feeling his sticky pubes pounding my chin. The sight of his hard dick working in and out my mouth was so fucking hot. Each time my nose landed in his cum smelling bush, I would take a deep breath; how that scent turned me on. "Oh, yes," he moaned. "I'm going to cum, Dad," he warned. I muttered something, letting him know I wanted to take his cum; wanted him to fill my mouth with his hot load. "Oh, shit," he cried out. I felt his dick swell inside me, felt the first wave of his juice spray the back of my throat. I sucked and sucked until there was nothing left in his balls to come out. I finally let go of his cock and moved my body up his until I was facing him. I kissed his mouth, passing the left over cum in my mouth to him. I pulled away and asked, "So, is this how you always pictured it in your mind?" "No." My heart sank with his simple answer. I had wanted so much to make his fantasy come true, and I had failed. Suddenly his face broke out into a grin. "Actually, Dad, it was much better than I could have imagined." "Oh yeah?" I gave his dick a squeeze. "You're going to pay for that," I assured him. "I can only hope." "You're a smart ass; did you know that?" He didn't answer me. His eyes were closed and he was already asleep. I reached over and turned the lamp off. The room became dark, and I cuddled next to my son's naked body. The last thing I was conscious of was him rolling on his side and placing an arm around me. <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< When I woke up the next morning, I was surprised to find someone in bed with me. I rolled over on my back and saw Brandon sleeping next to me. Suddenly I realized I hadn't been dreaming that my son had indeed spent the night in my bed. He was sleeping peacefully, his naked body pressed into my own bare skin. Looking down at him, seeing the streaks of cum all over his body, I was filled with so much desire I could have fucked him right then and there. I had made my mind up that was not going to happen; at least not yet. I crawled out of bed and headed down stairs, leaving him to his dreams. Walking toward the kitchen, I could smell coffee and realized Dad must already be up. I saw him sitting at the kitchen table when I entered the room. "Morning," he greeted me with a smile. "Good morning, Dad." I poured myself a cup of coffee and joined him at the table. "Well, how was your night?" I could hear the excitement in his voice. I took a sip from my cup and said, "It was nice; very nice." "So, are you going to tell me about it?" I was silent, trying to decide what to say. I wouldn't for the world want to say anything that would embarrass Brandon or make him feel he couldn't trust me. "He loves me, Dad, and right now, he's just about willing to do whatever it takes to show me how he feels. Does that make sense to you?" "I can appreciate how he feels." "As for what the two of us did, well, let's just way we did a lot of touching, rubbing and exploring our bodies. Oh, and we jacked off quite a few times, I might add." "Did you jack him?" "I did. And I will say my son knows exactly what he's doing when it comes to that." "God, that is so hot," Dad sighed. I drained my cup and went for a refill. When I returned to the table I said, "So, tell me about you and Dennis. How did your night go?" Dad shook his head and grinned. "What can I say? It was a night of hot fucking." When he paused, I said, "You must have worn him out; he seems to be sleeping in this morning." "Well, actually, truth be known, I think he fucked me way more times than I did him. After he shot his third load up me I lost count." "You dog." "Hell, at least I don't smell like a cum factory this morning. Like you," he added with a grin. "Oh, I'll be the first to admit I need a shower in the worst way." Dad stood to his feet. "No time like the present, I always say. Let's go." I watched my father disappear down the hall. He returned carrying two robes. "Let's clean up," he said handing me one. I threw it over my body and headed for the back door. "I'm ready." I stepped outside and was greeted by a brisk cold November morning. I couldn't help but shiver as I made my way across the yard to the shower house. I hurried inside; glad for the warmth the house gave off. Dad followed me inside and shut the door behind him. He never failed to brag how good the heate was. "Just how old is this furnace? Isn't it the original heater?" "Actually it's not. I installed a new one about four years ago. Well, actually, I think it was just before you and Brandon moved in." I pulled the robe off and tossed it to one of the benches and headed for one of the showers. "Ah," I sighed when the hot water hit my body. Dad walked up and stopped in front of me. "Need some help with your shower?" he asked. "Always," I assured him. I watched him take a bar of soap and place on my chest; right between my nipples. Slowly he began working his way through my matted chest hair leaving a trail of white suds as he continued downward. When he reached my wet bush he discovered my dick standing at full attention. His touch always had that effect on me; rather, my cock. "What's this?" he asked with a grin. "If I have to explain it to you, we're in trouble." Dad stepped under the shower and kissed me. When he pulled back, he said, "Believe me, I know exactly where I want to put that, and I don't need you to explain it to me." "You ready for me to pound your ass?" "More than," he was quick to answer. I took the bar of soap and told him to turn around. With his ass staring at me, I spread his cheeks and worked a thick glob of soap inside his hairy hole. I loved the way the soap forced the ass hair against his skin. I finger fucked him for a minute, forcing more soap up inside him. Then I covered my dick as well, and throwing the bar to the floor, pressed my head against his hairy entrance. "Fuck, slide that dick in my ass, Steve," he begged. With one push I was buried balls deep inside my father, my soapy pubes smashed tightly against his cheeks. Dad jerked the minute he felt me touching his prostate. "Shit, you keep it up, and I'm going to shoot off like a fourth of July rocket," he warned. "That's my intention," I said and began fucking him like a mad man. This was not a time for love making. There are times when you make love, and other times when you simply pound a tight ass and shoot up inside it. This was one of those times. A time for making love would come later. I placed my hands on Dad's hips and drilled my cock into him with the force of a man who thought he would never fuck again. I pounded him so hard I had to pull him back to keep him from shoving him to the floor. Suddenly I felt his ass draw up and clamp down on my hairy cock root. "God, Steve, I'm cumming," he cried out. "That's right, Dad, shoot that big cock." I was thrown over the edge myself, and I felt the first spurt of my juice fly from my dick and push its way inside Dad's ass. Dad shivered. "Yeah, fill my ass, Steve." And I did. I shot so much cum that he couldn't hold it all. When I had finished erupting, I wrapped my arms around his stomach and pulled him tighter into my body. When I could speak, I said, "I love you, Dad." My dick was still planted in his cum-filled hole. He pushed back into me, grinding his ass into my pubes, and said, "I love you, Steve." A short time later, Dad stepped forward causing my dick to slide out of his hole. He turned and kissed me on the mouth. When he pulled away, he said, "I am so glad you and Brandon are discovering the same feelings you and I share." "So am I, Dad. So am I." I watched as my father stepped under the spray to wash off. Before I joined him, I said, "Dad, you do realize, don't you, that I will always love you in this way? My feelings for Brandon will change nothing between the two of us; okay?" Dad motioned for me to join him. When I was standing beside him, he pulled me to him and kissed me once again. "I know that, Steve. I am grateful Brandon has you to teach him about the love two men can share with each other." I gave him a tender smile. "I had a good teacher," I reminded him. "I hope that's true. I've always tried to be here for you in any way you need me." "You have. You still are," I hastened to say. "You took things slow and were very patient with me, and I hope to be able to handle the situation with my son the same way." "You will. You have a very lucky son." "I can assure you; your son feels just as lucky, Dad." End Part 22 Mark Stevens