Date: Wed, 9 May 2012 21:22:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Shower, Part 23 - Next Generation

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Mark Stevens

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New Shower, Part 23 -- Next Generation


	Dad and I were through showering and back inside the house when
Dennis joined us in the kitchen.
	"Do I smell coffee?" he asked coming inside the room.
	"Certainly do," I answered.
	"Come join us," Dad invited.
	"You guys seem awfully chipper this morning. How much coffee have
the two of you already consumed?"
	"Not nearly enough," Dad said and gave him a grin.
	"Well, something has you going? What gives?"
	I watched as my father poured a new cup of coffee and refilled his
own. He returned to the table and sat the cups down.
	"Oh, I'm sure the fact Steve here has already fucked my ass and
filled it with cum this morning, has something to do with the attitudes
around here," he remarked.
	"Damn, and to think I missed that sight."
	"I'm sure there's going to be a repeat performance soon," I assured
my uncle.
	"I can tell you're excited about that possibility," Dad said
looking down my uncle's body.
	I let my eyes travel down Dennis' body until they found his
thickening cock. It was beginning to crawl through his thick black pubes as
it stretched upward.
	"How about letting me take care of that?" I asked pointing with a
finger.
	"How near is breakfast?" he asked Dad.
	"Oh, a good fifteen minutes or so," Dad quickly assured him.
	That's all I needed to hear. I got out of my chair and quickly
dropped to my knees between my uncle's legs. He was hard as a rock now, and
I wrapped my fingers around the thick shaft. I stroked him just long enough
to get some pre cum leaking from the tip. When the head was coated heavily
with the fluid, I took a finger and smeared the slippery substance all
along his shaft causing it to shine. Then I touched him with my tongue and
began to slowly lap around the ridge caused by him being cut. As the taste
of sweetness reached my taste buds, I lapped faster causing him to moan. I
opened my mouth wider, and without any warning, my nose was planted in the
middle of this wiry cock hair. Those black curls tickled my nose and set me
into instant motion. I began working his cock in and out my mouth, and
Dennis moaned even louder. Still sucking him, I took hold of his hairy nut
sac and began teasing the thick hair that coated the skin.
	Then I went for the kill. Still attacking my uncle's dick, I took a
finger and jabbed into his hairy hole. I wasn't surprised to discover left
over cum in him from being fucked the night before. My finger slipped
inside, pushing through the sticky spunk; my dad's juice. For some reason I
found that to be really hot. I sucked the hairy cock between his legs
faster and finger fucked my uncle's hole deeper, and it wasn't long before
his breathing changed, his moans became louder; I felt his cock swell up
inside my mouth. He was ready to shoot inside me.
	"I'm going to cum," he called out in warning.
	I jabbed his hole one last time with my finger, and he flooded my
mouth with his creamy uncle juice.
	"Oh, fuck!" he cried out.
	He shot so much fuck juice into my mouth, that when he had finished
erupting and I pulled away from him, I asked, "Didn't Dad let you cum at
all last night?"
	"Several times," he answered when he was able to speak.
	"Damn, your balls must be in overdrive," I said giving him a goofy
grin.
	Dad had been watching the action while finishing up breakfast. I
saw it had left him with a hard on.
	"You want me to take care of that?" I asked.
	"I can wait," he answered. "Why don't you go up and get your son?
If he thinks he can play with the boys, then he has to follow our
schedule."
	Naked, and with the taste of cum still in my mouth, I hurried up
the stairs and into the room where my son was sleeping; my room.
	I walked quietly across the floor and sat on the edge of the
bed. Looking down, I saw my son's handsome face. It had a look of peace as
he lay there sleeping. I reached over and gently shook him.
	"Time to wake up, Brandon," I greeted him softly. I gave him
another shake.
	His eyes fluttered open. For a moment he didn't speak. I could
almost see everything we had experienced the night before flash across his
brain.
	"Morning, Dad," he finally said.
	"Time to get up," I said. "Grandpa sent me up here to get you. He
said if you were going to play with the boys you had to keep their schedule
as well."
	I watched as his face began turning red.
	"Does he know about last night?"
	I smiled at my son. God, he was still so innocent, I thought. Aloud
I said, "What do you think?"
	"Shit, that's so embarrassing," he groaned.
	"Why do you say that, Brandon? He understands our feelings toward
each other; I thought you knew that."
	"I do. I guess I hadn't given it much thought," he answered me
truthfully.
	"And you do know that Grandpa and Uncle Dennis slept together last
night?
	He nodded. "I knew about that?"
	"And that doesn't make you feel embarrassed?"
	He shook his head. "Not at all," he said.
	"Then, trust me, there is absolutely nothing you and I did to make
you feel ashamed either."
	I pulled the covers back and looked down at his beautiful naked
body. "Then get up, and let's go down for breakfast. They're waiting for us
down stairs."
	"Do I need to dress?"
	I looked down at my own nakedness. "Does this answer your
question?"
	"But,"
	My son stopped talking and looked down his body. His dick was hard
and showing its self proudly, surrounded by his thick pubic hair.
	"Well, you have a couple of options here," I told him. "I could
suck you off; however, not sure there's time for that. Even though I would
love nothing better than tasting your sweet cum, Grandpa has ordered us
down to breakfast. So, I think you know what your other option is."
	Brandon gave me one of his smart ass grins and said, "A trip to the
pisser?"
	He sat up in bed and I pulled him to his feet. "That's right," I
said kissing him on the mouth.
	I followed him into the bath room and watched as he filled the
toilet bowl with his early morning piss. It was such a sight watching that
I found myself growing hard.
	"You need to pee, too?" he asked with a grin.
	I stood next to him. "Share the bowl," I told him.
	He finished before me, but he didn't move away. Instead, he
remained there studying my body.
	"Yes?" I asked. I gave my softening dick a couple of shakes.
	"Just looking at you," he answered.
	"Well, what do you see?"
	"My dad's naked body," he said.
	"Is that a problem for you?"
	"Why, because you're naked?" He gave me another grin. "Hell no, I
find it hot."
	I ruffled the hair on his head. Before turning away, I said, "You
do know the right words to say, I must admit."
	"Hey, it's the truth," he said and followed me out of the room.
	We hurried down the stairs and out into the kitchen.
	"It's about time," Dad said.
	"You two weren't playing around were you?" Dennis asked looking us
both over.
	"Not yet," I answered with a grin. Like my son, I could be a smart
ass too.
	"Let's eat before it gets cold," Dad said.
	The four of us sat down at the table to begin our meal. I watched
as Brandon began shoveling food inside his mouth, and I realized he no
longer felt uncomfortable when it came to him being seen naked by either
his uncle or his grandpa; a fact that made me very happy.
	I'm sure we made an interesting sight as my father, his brother in
law, my son, and I sat naked around the breakfast table enjoying our
meal. However, all that really mattered was what the four of us thought,
and it soon became apparent we were all content with the situation.
	When the meal was over, I volunteered to clean the kitchen up since
Dad had cooked the meal. Brandon offered to help me.
	"Why don't you head for the shower house?" I suggested to Dennis.
	"You think I smell?"
	"I'll let you be the judge of that." I turned to Dad and said, "Why
don't you give him a hand.  I'm sure he could use it; literally," I added
with a grin.
	"Hey, I'll go for that," Dennis said. He swallowed the last of his
coffee. "Are you coming?" he asked Dad.
	When the door had shut behind the two, Brandon said, "Those two are
crazy. Especially Uncle Dennis," he added.
	As I rinsed the dishes and gave to Brandon to load in the dish
washer, I said, "Brandon, can I ask you something?"
	At his nod, I said, "You've been introduced into our typical `guy
time' this weekend. Are you okay with it?"
	My son was silent for a moment, and I began to think he was having
second thoughts about everything. Finally he spoke, and I began breathing
once more.
	"Actually, Dad, I find it hot. I'm glad you decided to let me in on
the fun."
	I was thoughtful for a moment, trying to decide how to put my next
question to him. "I know you seem to enjoy our time together."
	"I have enjoyed it," he interrupted me.
	"I guess my next question is this: How would you feel about playing
some with Uncle Dennis?"
	"What about Grandpa?"
	Surprised by his words, I added, "And Grandpa."
	"Grandpa is hot for an old guy."
	"Yeah, well, do us both a favor, will you? Don't let him hear you
refer to him as being old, okay?"
	"How about if I use `old' and `hot' in the same sentence?"
	I popped him playfully on the ear. "You are a smart ass, aren't
you?"
	"I do my best."
	"I rest my case. Seriously, though, do you think you would ever be
comfortable with the other two?"
	"I can't really say; maybe."
	He was lost in thought for a moment. Then he said, "It might be hot
to jack off with them. At least to start with," he added.
	"I love you, Son."
	"Love you, too, Dad."
	We finished the kitchen up and were in the living room in front of
the television when Dad and Uncle Dennis returned to the house.
	"Took you long enough," I greeted.
	"Hey, your uncle was really dirty. I'm not sure what, but something
rather sticky covered his body. It took a lot of cleaning to get it
removed."
	"Yeah, I'm sure," I said dryly.
	The telephone rang, and Dad went to answer it.
	It was Mom asking about our weekend.
	Dad assured her we were getting along quite well. The rest of us
smiled at his words.
	They talked for several minutes, and then he called Dennis to the
telephone. "Your wife wants a word with you."
	Dennis took the phone from him and said, "Hey, Linda. Have you
spent all of my money yet?"
	We couldn't hear her response, but whatever it was made my uncle
laugh. They talked a few moments longer and then ended their conversation.
	"I'm going broke, Fellows," he complained. "That woman certainly
knows how to spend money."
	"She's had a good teacher," Dad told him, referring to Mom.
	"Come to think of it, that sister of mine has always been my
tormentor."
	We laughed at the woeful look on his face and begin thinking about
our day and what to do with it.



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	We remained naked the entire day with one exception. Dad, always
the project man, couldn't resist asking us to help him with a "thirty
minute job"; a job that turned into half a day's work. That was okay,
because it resulted in the four of us needing a shower. Later when I
thought about it, I decided that had been my father's plan all along.
	We hurried inside the house. Dad told us to strip our clothes off
in the utility room, that he would wash them later. Shedding our clothes,
we reached for robes and headed out to the shower house to get cleaned up.
	Once inside the room, Dad said, "Why don't you and Brandon take one
shower, and Dennis and I the other?"
	"Suits me," Brandon told his grandfather. He threw his robe off and
headed for the shower.
	Dad looked at me and smiled. Not saying a word, I gave him a nod,
threw my robe down beside my son's and joined him under the stream.
	"Hey," I greeted him.
	"Hey yourself."
	"You okay?"
	He nodded and picked up the bar of soap. Handing it to me, he said,
"Will you wash my back?" He turned away from me.
	I took the soap from him and began scrubbing between his
shoulders. I scrubbed his skin leaving sudsy circles all over him. I
carefully made my way down to the top of his cheeks. There I stopped for a
minute, giving him a chance to either stop or encourage me; he did neither.
	I waited a few seconds, and then taking a deep breath, covered his
cheeks with soap. After that, with still no word from him, I gently pulled
his cheeks a part and spread white foam all along his crack. I loved
watching the dark hair that grew along that area stick to him, wetted down
by the soap. When he didn't seem to object to me cleaning him in that area,
I added more soap and created even thicker lather. I took a finger and ran
up and down his slippery crack, enjoying the feel of those little ass hairs
as they tickled my skin.
	I decided to take a chance, and I sent my finger in search of his
hole. When I found it, he surprised me by spreading his legs further a
part. I wasted no more time. I simply went for his hole, pushing my index
finger about half way inside.
	He shivered.
	"Are you okay, Brandon?"
	When he didn't answer, I reached around and found his cock. It was
thick and totally hard. I gave him a couple of strokes.
	"I would say you are better than okay," I whispered behind him.
	"I am, Dad," he said softly.
	I looked around my son over to the next shower. My dad had pulled
my uncle to him, and the two of them were sharing a kiss. I looked at my
son. Brandon's eyes were glued on the two older adults, his mouth half way
opened.
	"That's hot, isn't, Son?" I asked quietly.
	"Fucking hot," he agreed.
	I pulled my finger from his soapy ass and turned him to face
me. With his hard cock pressing into my hard on, his bush mixed in with
mine, I pulled him to me and kissed him hard on the mouth. Immediately his
cock jumped and snaked its way through my wet pubes. I reached down to cop
a feel and was met with pre cum in my curls.
	When we broke a part, I asked, "Brandon, would it be all right if I
played with your ass some more? I promise you, Son, I won't do anything
you're not comfortable with."
	For an answer, he turned around and leaned over enough to allow me
easy access to his ass.
	I pulled his cheeks a part and washed the soap out of his hole and
along his crack. When the skin was clear, I pushed him forward a couple of
steps and leaned over next to him. It was such a hot sight to see his
puckered ass, surrounded by dark curly hair, smiling up at me. At the top
of his crack I put my tongue and slowly worked my way along his clean
ass. Being the hair person I am, I loved teasing the hair that grew
there. I spent a lot of time licking and teasing him, and finally decided I
would give his hole a lick or two.
	When he felt my tongue at his hole, Brandon spread his legs wider,
allowing me more room to play with. I circled his opening for a long time,
teasing it, causing him to fill with desire.
	When he spread his legs even farther, I worked my tongue inside him
without even thinking about it. When I realized what I had done, I stopped
and waited to see what he would do. A few seconds passed and then I felt my
son push into me.
	Fuck he wanted my tongue inside his hole!
	I pushed my tongue deeper inside and worked it back and forth, in
and out his wet opening, causing him to moan.
	"Fuck, yeah," he moaned.
	With my tongue inside my son's ass, I heard a groan from the other
shower.
	"That's so fucking hot," Dennis moaned.
	"It is," I heard Dad say.
	While fucking Brandon with my tongue, I felt a motion and realized
my son was jacking off. Talk about a hot scene! Just the thought of my son
jacking his cock while I was eating his ass was enough to make me leak pre
cum like crazy from my dick.
	With Brandon jacking off and me eating his ass, I began stroking my
dick too. The thought of it was hot enough to make me shoot a huge creamy
load rather quickly.
	"God," Brandon cried out.
	I felt his ass tighten up and squeeze my tongue, and I knew he was
shooting his load. The thought of that caused my balls to rumble deep
inside, and I shot off between my son's legs.
	"Fuck!" I cried out.
	I heard movement from across the room. I looked and saw Dad slide
his cock inside my uncle's ass.
	"Sorry," he called, "I just couldn't help it. "The sight of you and
Brandon was too much. I had to fuck."
	"It's okay, Grandpa," Brandon said. "I want to watch you guys
fuck."
	I pulled Brandon to me, his naked body against mine, and together,
we watched the two men fuck. I was pretty sure it was a first for my
son. He never took his eyes off the two.
	"God, your ass feels good, Dennis," Dad told his brother in law.
	"I do love your cock inside me," my uncle groaned.
	Both men were super horny from watching the scene between Brandon
and me, and it didn't take long for Dad to fill my uncle's ass.
	"Damn, I'm going to shoot," Dad cried out.
	"Fill my hole; give me your cum, Dave."
	As Dad began filling Dennis' ass with his cream, I went over and
dropped to my knees. I took hold of my uncle's hard cock and shoved it in
my mouth. I swallowed down to his thick hairy root and began working my
mouth up and down enjoying the feel of his thick matted curls as they
kissed my nose.
	"Fuck!" Dennis called out.
	He had been so hot that after just a few times up and down his
hairy shaft he swelled up and shot into my mouth. I continued sucking until
he was dry of cum; nothing left in his balls to come out.
	I stood to my feet and walked back to my son. Without saying a
word, I reached over and kissed him on the mouth. I wanted him to taste his
uncle's cum.
	He hesitated for a second and then worked his tongue inside my
mouth. I passed what cum was left on to him. He must have enjoyed it,
because he took it all.
	Dad pulled out of Dennis and returned to the shower. He kept his
eyes down and concentrated on washing his body. I realized he was suddenly
embarrassed by fucking in front of his grandson.
	I touched Brandon on the chest and looked across the room at his
grandfather. I gave him a nod, and he understood.
	He walked over to the man and stood next to him under the water. My
dad looked up when Brandon tapped him on the shoulder.
	"That was hot, Grandpa," he said.
	"You're not ashamed of your grandpa?"
	"Not at all," he assured him. "Like I said, it was hot to watch you
guys fuck."
	I watched my father lean down and give his grandson a kiss on the
cheek.
	"I love you, Brandon."
	"I love you too, Grandpa."
	"Hey, what about me?"
	These words came from Dennis.
	"I even love you, Uncle Dennis."
	"Aren't we the lucky ones?" my uncle asked stepping under the
shower once more.
	"We are," I agreed.



End Part 23

Mark Stevens