Date: Thu, 5 Jul 2012 19:46:14 -0700 (PDT) From: Jerlar Subject: New Shower 30 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. All of us enjoy the stories here, so please, support Nifty. Like any other Business, it takes resources to keep it running. Mark Stevens New Shower, Part 30 -- Next Generation I was sitting at the kitchen table when Brandon returned from his visit with his mother. Dad and Dennis had gone on an errand, driving into town. I stood to greet my son. "Hey." "Hi, Dad." I held out my arms, and he went into them. Holding him close to me, I pressed my lips into his hair. Neither of us spoke. Finally I pulled back. "I see you survived," I said giving him a smile. Brandon shrugged his shoulders. "It wasn't so bad," he told me. "I just made my mind up that I could do it." "I'm proud of you." "She's already talking about the next visit." "She is?" He nodded. "Yeah, but I told her I had some things planned the next couple of weekends." "Do you? Have plans?" "Yep; plan on spending some time with you." Pulling him to me once more, I planted a kiss on his lips. "I like those plans." "Me, too," he said with a grin. "The house seems quiet. Are we alone?" "We are. Grandpa and Dennis have gone on an errand." "Think we could have some snuggle time?" The look he gave me brought a smile to my face. "I think that could be arranged." He hurried upstairs with me trailing right behind him. When we reached our room, clothes began flying in the air. In seconds the two of us were in bed, our naked bodies touching. "Oh, Dad," he said, speaking the words softly. "I'm so glad you're home, Brandon." I wrapped my arms around him and pulled his naked body close to me. His skin felt hot next to me. His cock was pressing against my body, already hard. His thick brown pubic hair rubbed harshly across my flesh. "Hey, I thought we were going to snuggle," I reminded him. "We are," he assured me. "For the moment." "Live for the moment, Dad." "Isn't that usually my advice for you?" "Dad?" "Yeah?" "Fuck me. Please." "You want my dick?" "God, yes, I want you." His words made me hard, filled me with desire. God, how I did love my son. "How do you want it?" "On my back," he answered. "I want to watch your face while you fuck me." "My favorite position," I said and reached for the bottle of lube on the table beside the bed. I squeezed some into the palm of my hand and began pushing the gel inside him, my fingers doing the work. "Fuck, yeah," he groaned. "Like that, do you?" "I like your cock better." I pulled my fingers from his slippery ass and squeezed some more from the bottle. I spread the gel heavily along my thick cock, allowing some of it to spread through my pubes, causing them to sparkle around my dick. "Are you ready for me?" "Fuck me, Dad," he begged. And I did. My son was not in the mood for love making this time. Instead, he wanted hard, raw sex. He wanted to feel all six inches of my dick buried inside him, feel the hairy root pushed as far into him as possible. I didn't disappoint him. I attacked his ass with the same force the rotor rooter man would a clogged drain. I pounded him with everything thing I had in me. Each time I plowed him with my hard dick I saw more pre cum escape his cock, leaving a trail of stickiness behind. Suddenly I felt my balls shake, my dick swell up, and I knew I was about to send a hot creamy load up my son's ass. "I'm going to cum," I warned. "Fill me, Dad," he ordered. "Give me your spunk." "Fuck!" I cried out. The sensation was so intense for me I actually thought I saw stars come into the room where we lay. I kept on pounding Brandon even after my dick had stopped erupting inside him. "Shit," he whimpered. My body finally stopped moving, but my dick remained inside his hole, surrounded by the thick cum I had just deposited there. I leaned down and kissed him lightly on the mouth. "I love you, Brandon," I said softly. "Love you, too, Dad." Still planted inside, I lay on top of him, my hairy chest rubbing against stomach. I felt Brandon wrap his arms around my back, forcing me deeper inside him. "You do know how to fuck, Dad." "I'll take that as a compliment." I lay there for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of connection between us. Finally I rose up and pulled out of his ass. "Where are you going?" he asked. Still between his legs, I leaned over and licked the head of his dick as if it were an ice cream cone. "I need to take care of this." I surrounded the head with my lips, and as I slowly made my way down his hard shaft, he groaned. "Oh, God." When my nose was buried in his thick bush, I took a couple of deep breaths, enjoying the sweet smell of his crotch. Then I pulled off his cock and looked up at him. "God, I love the way you smell. So fucking hot," I groaned. I swallowed him once more and began working his dick over, trying to give him all the pleasure humanly possible. I loved the feel of his hard cock inside my mouth. "Going to fuck your face, Dad," he warned me. "Going to grind my hair against your chin." And he did. He began fucking my mouth the same way he did my ass. I could feel his full balls slap at my neck as he pounded my face. He placed his hands on the back of my head, forcing his dick to hit my throat each time it entered my mouth. "Shit, I'm going to cum" he cried out. I tried to mutter something to let him know I wanted his spunk. He attacked my face with something close to brutality as he slammed into me. I felt his cock swell up and the first rope of cum fly out and hit the back of my throat. "Fuck!" he cried out. I managed to not swallow any of his stuff, and when he had finished shooting, I pulled off his cock and worked my way up his body. When my face was in front of his, I planted a kiss on his mouth, allowing him to taste some of his cum. Both of us satisfied, we lay next to each other, enjoying the feeling that comes afterward. Neither of us spoke for a time. We were content just to lie next to each other. Finally I said, "So, tell me, Brandon, how it really went with your mother?" He was silent for a moment. Then, "It went okay, I guess." "Just okay?" He nodded. "Yeah, just okay," he repeated. "You know, Brandon, I think this can work for you. For us," I added. "With your mother, I mean." He looked at me and remained quiet. "You can spend a little time with her, and it won't take a thing from what we have. It took me a while to see it that way, but it's the truth, Son. You can be the one calling the shots," I reminded him. "How's that?" "Well, look at it this way. By her choice, your mom has not been involved in your life for a few years. It does sort of bother me that she thinks she wants that involvement now; still, I guess it's only right she see you. By calling the shots, I simply mean you can control the amount of time you spend with her, I think. If you try and spend just enough time with her to keep the woman happy, then she will be content, and we can be as well. Do you see my point?" He nodded and said, "I think so. Are you saying that if I don't want to spend time with her, I can just say so?" "Sort of, I guess. I think you will have to spend some time with her; enough to make her happy. If we can keep her satisfied, then I think in time she won't bother us much. Just a hunch I have," I added. "It really wasn't that bad," he admitted. "I'm glad. I really am." I was silent for a moment, running some things through my mind. Finally I said, "Brandon, I've mentioned this before, but you do realized the importance of not letting her know about our relationship, don't you? Between Grandpa and Dennis, as well?" "I would never betray your confidence, Dad." "It's just that other people probably wouldn't understand what the four of us share with each other," I added. "I know." "God, I love you, Brandon!" "I love you, Dad." Brandon and I had showered, dressed and returned to the living room when Dad and Dennis returned from their trip to town. "We have food," Dennis called from the kitchen. "Good, we're starved," I answered. Dennis sat some boxes on the kitchen counter and turned to look at us. "If I didn't know better, I'd swear the two of you have that after sex glow," he said giving us a grin. "That would probably be an accurate assumption," I grinned back. Dad came inside the house. He looked around the room as he walked across the floor. "What did I miss?" he asked. "Sounds like a hot sex scene," his brother in law replied. "Damn and we missed it?" "Guess so." Dennis walked across the room and pulled me into his arms. "Did you save a little for me, Steve?" "You know I always have something for you, Uncle Dennis," I teased. "Okay then, I'm cool with you guys having some fun." I kissed him on the mouth. "I'm glad we have your permission." "Let's eat," Dad said." The food was Chinese, which was one of my favorites, and I thanked them for it. "Don't know whose idea it was for Chinese, but thanks just the same," I said pulling some plates from the cabinet above the kitchen counter. "Actually it was your dad's suggestion, and I agreed," Dennis said. We sat down at the table, and the four of us hit the food as if we hadn't eaten in days. During the meal Dad said, "I'm going to assume your visit went well with your mother, Brandon?" "It was okay, Grandpa," he answered. The same as I had, Dad said, "Just okay?" "Yeah, it was okay. Actually, it wasn't bad at all." Dad studied him closely for a moment and then said, "I'm glad, Son." "See, you returned safely to the fold," Dennis pointed out to him. We finished our meal and headed for the living room. "Who's up for a movie?" Dennis asked. "Sounds good by me," I said, and the others echoed my words. While Dennis opened up Net Flix so we could choose a movie, the rest of us found our seats. Brandon and I settled on the couch while Dad headed for the love seat. "I'm really glad you're home, Brandon," Dad told my son. "Me, too, Grandpa." Dennis sat next to Dad, and we began our movie search. It didn't take long for us to pick one. As the movie began, Brandon leaned back with his head against my shoulder. He gave me a smile. "I am glad to be home, Dad," he said to me. "I'm glad, too, Son." End Part 30 Mark Stevens