Date: Thu, 6 Sep 2012 14:51:28 -0700 (PDT) From: Jerlar Subject: New Shower 31 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 31 Brandon and I joined Dad and Dennis at the breakfast table one spring morning. As I sat across from my son, I could hardly believe he was soon to graduate from high school. He was quickly becoming an adult, turning into a fine looking young man. "Dig in, guys," Dad told us. "It's all on the table." During the meal, Dad said, "Tell me, Brandon, are you still planning to wait on college?" Brandon took a bite of egg and said, "For the time being, Grandpa." "You think you might be interested in a job around the farm?" Both my son and I had a surprised look on our face. "What job around here?" I asked. Dad grinned and looked across the table at Dennis. "Your uncle and I have been thinking about something, and we'd like to run it by the two of you." "We're listening." "You know those twenty acres that face the canyon in the back pasture?" At our nod, he said, "Well, Dennis and I have done a lot of thinking on the matter, and we both agree those acres would make a great camp ground." For a moment I was speechless. Finally I managed to say, "You're kidding?" "We're dead serious," Dennis spoke up. "But a camp ground?" Brandon was as surprised as me. "Hear us out, Guys," Dad said. "I think you will like the idea, once we explain it," Dennis added. I took a sip from my coffee cup. I had lost all interest in food and pushed my plate away. "Let's hear it then." "Dennis and I have been checking around this part of the state, and there is not another camp ground like the one we want to put in." "But there are," Brandon interrupted. "There are all kinds of camp grounds for trailers, tents, and whatever else people like to sleep in." "That's true, Brandon," Dad agreed. "However, we're thinking we'd like to put in an all male camp ground. Guys like to get away from their families now and then and join up with their buddies." Somewhere in the back of my brain, the light clicked on. "Are you telling me you're going to build a camp ground where guys can come and openly have sex?" I could hardly believe the words I was saying. "Well, not openly," Dennis kicked in. "There would have to be rules," Dad agreed. "After all, no matter how private we might make things, we would still have to respect the privacy of everyone involved." "So what would this camp ground consist of?" I asked. "Several type of cabins. Some where one to four people could stay, and some where, say larger groups if they wanted, could be together." "We've been thinking about building two bath houses like the one we built for us," Dennis said. "Only difference, the new ones will be larger and have more showers, commodes and sinks," he added. "Damn, you two have been doing a lot of thinking," I said. They both agreed, and Dad said, "It hasn't just been sex the two of us have been sharing of late." "Come to think of it, I haven't heard any loud noises coming from your bedroom lately," Brandon teased. "Hell, how would you know?" Dennis grinned. "I can't say the same for you two." "Let's get back on track here," Dad broke in. "Why don't we finish our meal and take these two out to the site? Perhaps they could get a better understanding that way." "Good idea," Dad agreed. "Eat up, fellows, and then we'll give you the tour." Once the meal was over, we followed Dad and Dennis outside to the truck and piled inside the cab. Although a bit tight, no one complained as Dad drove out of the yard and headed for what I had always called "the back field". A short time later Dad brought the truck to a stop and shut the engine off. "Let's step outside, and we'll try and describe what we have in mind." "We thought we would put a new road in leading to the entrance of the camp ground," Dennis said. "We don't want traffic going by the house," he added. "The entrance would be somewhere over there," Dad pointed out. `We would build a small office near there where the campers would check in." "I'm assuming this entire area will have some sort of privacy fence around it?" This was all going a little fast for me, and I was having trouble keeping up with the plans. "All the way around it," Dennis said. "When we're finished, nothing that goes on behind our fence will be in public view." "And just what is going to take place here?" "We will have set rules, Steve," Dad answered, "but, for the most part, anything our campers are comfortable with, they are welcomed to try. Again, providing they obey the rules and the respect the privacy of the other campers." "We plan on building twelve cabins with two beds in each cabin," Dad said. "And two bunkhouses with ten beds each," Dennis added. "It will take some work and quite a bit of time, but when everything is the way we want it, we will also have a convenience store, as well as a café here for the campers to enjoy." "Speaking of money, do you guys have this covered? It's going to cost a fortune if you build everything you've mentioned." "We may start with half the amount of cabins and only one bathhouse and bunkhouse," Dad said. "The four of us can do a lot of the work, and we can hire what help we need," Dennis said. Dad turned and grinned at Brandon. "Now you know what job I had in mind for you. "Think you might be interested?" "Hell, yeah, I'm interested, Grandpa." "What about you, Steve?" Dad asked turning to me. Still feeling a bit overwhelmed, I said, "If you two think it can be done, I'm definitely in. Surely you'll want me to keep my job? And Dennis, what about you? "Actually, I can retire at the end of summer from my job and devote my full time to this project." "I hope you guys don't want me to stop working just yet." "Actually, you can retire after twenty years," Dad said. "However, if you can work until your fifty-five, it would be much better for you." "That's another eighteen years." We spent the rest of the morning walking around the area that was soon to be the new all male camp ground. Dad told us they were going to speak with a man the following week and have him draw up the plans and set the ball rolling. "I guess you guys are really serious then?" "We are, Steve," Dennis answered. "How do you plan on handling this all male camp ground?" "It's going to be nothing more than a male retreat; just like a men's club. We'll meet all of the safety and health requirements, just like any other business." "I'm sure I can find a permanent job when it's finished," Brandon said with a grin. "Oh, I'm sure," Dennis said giving my son a pat on his back. "You never did say where the money's coming for all this?" I reminded. "Well, since this is your uncle's and my idea, we think we should be responsible for raking up the money. So, it's fifty/fifty on our part. You and Brandon and contribute by helping with putting the wheels into motion, and then working when the project is finished. Of course, your job at the post office will always come first," Dad assured me. "So, tell me, do you have some sort of goal in mind when you think this will be complete?" I was still having a hard time digesting all the food for thought these two men were feeding me. "Well, right now, Steve, I think we're more into looking at a target date for beginning this project. The completion will happen when everything else falls into place," Dad answered. He placed his hand on my shoulder. "Steve, would you rather we not tackle this project? Are you uncomfortable with it?" "Of course not, Dad," I hastened to assure him. "You two just surprised the hell out of me, that's all." Dennis placed a hand on my other shoulder. "Steve, you have our word, everything will be on the up and up here, okay? We will operate completely within the law." I told them I had no concern they would be breaking the law, and I also assured them I was okay with Brandon being involved with the project as well. "After all, he's certainly old enough to decide certain things for himself." "Besides, if I fuck up, I know Dad will beat the shit out of me," Brandon spoke up. "Back to your question, Steve," Dad said, "I think we're going to work out the financing this next week, and hopefully by the first of May some signs of construction will be visible." "That's three weeks away," I reminded. "I've already talked with a builder. Dennis and I have an appointment with him on Monday to start drawing up plans. Once we're done there, we're going to hire a few men to help us." "I can swing four weeks vacation this summer," I said. "I can take off either May or June, which ever you think would work best." "I'm thinking June," Dad said. "We should have most of the details worked out by then and be ready for good hard work." "And I plan on taking the entire month of August off," Dennis said. "And then retiring the following month," Dad reminded him. Dennis gave his brother in law a big grin. "After taking July off, I might just decide to not retire then. Just depends on how hard you work my ass," he added. "I plan on working your ass plenty. Day and night," Dad said giving my uncle a big grin. "Please, these are young virgin ears," Brandon said and covered both sides of his head with his hands. Dennis pulled my son's hands away and said, "Don't give me that crap. Nothing about you has been virgin in years." Brandon reached out and pulled our uncle to him. "That's right, part of the blame lies with you." He kissed Dennis hard on the mouth. "And I have no regrets," he said breaking the kiss. Dennis gave my son's ass a pat. "Neither do I, Kid," he said softly. "Hey, I'm Kid," I reminded him. "You both are," Dennis grinned. "Kid to me," he added. <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Things went into action rather quickly over the next few weeks. The following week Dad and Dennis met with a builder, and by the end of the week, plans had been labeled "A" and "B". Plan "A" was going to be exactly half of the original plan for the camp ground. These plans included one large shower house, six cabins, three with only one single bed, and three with two double beds and one bunk house with ten small beds. The convenience store would bring about the completion of plan "A". Plan "B", which would be an exact duplicate of plan "A" with the addition of a café, would come about if and only if the first plan was successful. I parked my truck in front of the house on Friday afternoon and killed the engine. It had been a busy week at work for me. It seemed that people had family or friends all over the world who would soon be graduating from either high school or college, and this week had to be the week to mail a gift. As I sat there in the truck I saw Dad step off the back porch. "Hey," he greeted. "What's up, Dad?" I watched him walk up to the side of my truck. "The plans are all drawn up and ready to be put into motion," he said. "In fact, I put a couple of ads out there advertising for help." "Two ads?" He nodded. "One in the local paper, and," pausing for just a second, he added, "one in an all male publication." "As in m-a-l-e newspaper, you mean?" "Yep, thought it would make for good advertising." "I see." "Let's hope," he grinned. I jumped from the truck and gave my father a kiss. "This is really making you happy, and I'm glad." "I want us all to be happy, Steve." "As do I," I assured him. "Dennis and I were talking, and when it comes to the hiring, we think it would be best if all of us, Brandon included, be in on the interviews. You see, the applicants from the newspaper, well, their interview might not be quite the same as those from the men's magazine." "Oh?" Dad gave my shoulder a playful punch. "Get your mind out of the gutter. What I was hinting at was simply this: not everyone we hire will know what the full intention of this camp ground will be, while, let's say, those that apply through the men's magazine, well, they might know a bit more about the camp ground." "I see. Glad you cleared that up." I followed Dad inside the house. Closing the door behind me, I said, "So, what is the difference going to be, Dad?" "Difference in what?" he asked. His face took on a puzzled look as he spoke. "Between the interviews you mentioned." "The applicants coming to us through the newspaper are going to be told we're building a place for men to come together where they can relax, have a good time, just doing men things. Sort of a bonding, if you will. We'll advertise that all groups are welcomed here, personal, as well as business trips. "And the interviews coming from the ad placed in the men's magazine?" Dad reached out and pulled me to him. Pressing his body hard into mine, he whispered, "Those applicants are going to be told the same things, with just a little variation." Feeling his body coming alive against me, I said, "I love variations, Dad." I spoke the words softly into his ear. I felt his hands work slowly down my back. When they reached my ass, he gave each cheek a squeeze, his fingers grasping each mound in a tight grip. "I think you already know the answer to that question, Steve." My dad and I had been sharing each other's body for the past twenty years, and yet, to this day, his touch never failed to make my heart race, my legs grow weak, and my cock stretch through my bush and become instantly hard, begging for release. "I understand completely," I groaned. Dad placed his lips against my mouth and I felt his tongue against mine. We shared a kiss between us, a kiss so full of passion neither of us could breathe. Finally I pulled away. "Fuck me, Dad," I begged. "I need to feel you inside me." I reached out and placed my hand on his crotch. "I need your cock," I groaned. At my touch, I felt his dick grow even harder. Dad reached to unsnap his jeans. "You want to go up stairs?" I shook my head. "Here," I whispered. "It's about time for Brandon to come home from school." "It wouldn't be the first time he saw us fucking." Dad's mind was made up. He popped the snap on his jeans and pulled them down, along with his shorts. He quickly stepped out of them, and suddenly my hot father was standing before me wearing only a shirt. Still dressed, I pulled him to me, hugging his half naked body close. "God, I love you, Dad." "I love you too, Steve. Let's get you undressed, and I'll show you how fucking much I do love you." Dad took care of my slacks while I fiddled with the buttons to my shirt. Suddenly I was naked and standing before my handsome father. Dad had turned sixty-one his last birthday, but he was still as hot as he was twenty years ago. He had just enough gray in his chest hair to accent the thick brown curls on his stomach. His bush was still full of thick brown hair with no visible signs of gray just yet. Dad stared at my naked body, and I saw him gently lick his lips. "You know, Steve, I find your body hair just as exciting today as I did when you began growing it all those years back." I reached out and ran my fingers through the thick mat on his chest. "I know exactly what you're saying, Dad. I was hot for your body then, and I think I `m even more so now." I leaned over and took one of his hairy nipples between my lips and began sucking. Each time I ran my tongue around the hairy brown circle, the tit in the middle became harder. I slowly worked my way to the other one, my tongue leaving a thick wet trail of matted hair next to his skin. By the time the hair around that nipple was soaked with my saliva, Dad was shaking with desire. "I need your ass," Steve; need to bury my cock inside that hairy hole between your cheeks," he finished with a groan. Over the years we had learned to stash lube throughout the entire house. Each room, I'm sure, contained at least two bottles of the stuff, and in some rooms, even more. I quickly reached for a drawer in one of the tables beside the couch and pulled out a bottle. I squeezed some out into the palm of my hand and applied it heavily to dad's cock. I spread it on so thick that the hard hairy root between his legs sparkled. A thick glob of pre cum leaked out and landed on my fingers. I added it to his already slick dick and then handed him the bottle. "Work this inside my ass," I ordered. I leaned over with my ass looking up at my father. I felt him pull my cheeks a part, and I knew my hairy hole was winking at him. I clinched my ass muscles tightly and then just as quickly, allowed them to relax. "Fuck yeah," Dad moaned. I heard the bottle hit the floor and immediately felt him push into my slippery crack. "Don't tease me, Dad," I begged. "Just push that hairy monster inside and pound me." I felt the thick head stretch my entrance, and before I could take another breath, my father was buried all the way inside me, his thick pubes rubbing roughly against my ass. I cried out, "God, yes, Dad! I love feeling your hairy bush against my skin. Fuck me, please." And he did. Both of us standing on our feet, me bent over in front of him, I felt the push he gave as he drove his cock up next to my prostate. He knew exactly how to hit my button, and in no time at all, had me ready to shoot a thick load of cum. "You're going to make me cum, Dad," I groaned. "Good, I love giving you pleasure." Saying those words, Dad used his hands on my ass to force his dick to go deeper inside my wet tunnel. He changed the angle of his cock and immediately pushed me over the edge. As the heavy wave of orgasm started coursing its way through my body, I thought I was going to pass out. I felt my body fall back against Dad. "Fuck!" I cried out. I felt my ass clamp around the thick hairy base of Dad's cock and for a moment thought I was going to yank it from his body. I had no control of my body as I felt it squeeze the blood from Dad's dick. Dad cried out, "Oh, my God!" I felt his dick explode inside my ass, and I groaned with pleasure when I felt him coat those wet walls with his thick hot cum. Just before Dad filled me with his heavy load, I had shot my own stuff, using my hand to catch it with. With Dad still buried inside my cum-filled hole, I reached back and told him to lick my hand clean. Leaning over caused him to force his still hard cock back through the cum he had just placed there. I shivered as he cleaned my fingers, leaving no trace of my cum behind. "Love your cum, Steve," he said when there was nothing left for him to clean up. Suddenly the kitchen door opened and a voice called out, "Anybody home?" "Just us fuckers," Dad called out. Dennis walked into the living room and discovered Dad with his cock still pushed up inside me. "Well, fuck," he said, giving us a grin. "No truer words could be said," I agreed and pushed back hard into my father. "God, that's a hot sight to come home to," Dennis said. He reached down and rubbed his crotch. "Made me hard instantly," he told us. Dad patted my ass and pulled his cock half way out of my hole. "Steve's ass is very slippery, and I'm sure he would have no problem with you slipping inside and take over where I left off." With a sudden look of desire in his eyes, Dennis asked, "Are you game, Kid?" "Call me `Kid', and you can do anything with me you like," I assured him. I felt a bit of suction as Dad pulled from my ass. It left me feeling empty and shallow. However, I didn't have to feel that way for very long. The time it took Dad to pull out and Dennis to take his place, surprised even me. The wet matted curls around the base of one cock were replaced by the thick scratchy dry ones belonging to my uncle. "God, your ass," Dennis groaned as he slid inside me. "Dave, I can feel your cum all around my cock." I pushed hard into my uncle's body. "Fuck me," I begged. Just like my father had done, my uncle placed his hands on my ass and forced his cock to go in as deep as possible. As he began to slowly hump my ass, I felt his right hand leave my cheek and travel around to the front of my body. He ran his fingers through my thick chest hair and then allowed them to snake their way down to my crotch. "You are one hairy mother fucker," he praised me. "I seemed to have inherited hair genes from both you and Dad," I said. My words came out sort of rough like due to the hard fucking he was giving my cum-filled hole. Dennis began shoving his dick harder, and all three of us heard the splashing of cum from deep inside my body. "Just listen to your cum, Dave," Dennis said to his brother in law. "That's a hot sound. I'm going to add to it and soon," he warned. "Yeah, fuck me, Dennis. Add your cum to Dad's," I groaned. "Oh, yeah." Dennis gave my cock one last stroke, and running his fingers through my wet bush, he placed both hands back on my ass and began fucking me for all he was worth. He pumped my ass so hard I could feel some of Dad's cum beginning to leak out and run down the back of my right leg. "I'm going to shoot," he warned. I felt his dick swell up inside my sticky wet ass, and suddenly fresh hot cum added to Dad's earlier deposit. "Shit!" I cried out. "I love having both your cum inside me." "How about a third helping?" a voice asked. Looking up, I discovered my son standing in the door between the kitchen and the living room. I had been so lost in the moment with Dennis fucking me I hadn't heard Brandon come inside the house. With my uncle's dick still buried to the hilt, his balls pressed tightly against my body, I gave my son a wide grin. "Hell, yeah, I'd take a third helping. Especially from you, Brandon," I assured him. It didn't take long for my eighteen year old son to drop his school clothes and stand naked before the three of us. "Move over, Uncle Dennis and make room for the stud." I felt the same feeling once again as Dennis removed himself from me and my hole was filled with my son's thick hairy cock. I could feel his feel his hairy nut sac rub just below my slippery hole. There was so much cum already inside me that he had no problem sliding in and touching my "spot" immediately. I could feel his dark brown bush rub hard into my body. I loved the "kiss of his pubes" as I sometimes called it. "Shit, how much cum is inside you?" he asked. "You old farts must have really dropped heavy loads for Dad." "Well, your father certainly didn't complain," his grandpa assured him. "Hey, stud, are you going to talk or fuck?" Brandon grinned at his uncle. "What do you think?" Placing his hands on either side of my ass, my son began ramming me like crazy. Each time he slid through the cum in my ass, I felt his hairy nut sac once again kiss my flesh. I began pushing back, meeting each thrust his dick made. It wasn't long until my ass had him ready to add still another load inside its tunnel. "Fuck!" he suddenly cried out. "Going to fill you up, Dad," he warned me. I felt his thick cock swell up even bigger, and when the first splash of his hot juice entered me, I shivered and discovered my own dick was shooting its second load of the day. My son had literally fucked the cum out of me. What a great feeling that was. A few moments later I felt Brandon pull out of my ass, and once again, I was left with the feeling of emptiness. Standing to my feet, I turned around and hugged him to me. "Brandon, I love you so much," I said softly. "Love you, too, Dad." We were suddenly surrounded by Dad and Dennis. "Group hug," they both said. If anyone else had suddenly appeared at our door, they would have seen four grown men, naked, covered in cum, hugging and kissing each other, completely oblivious of the outside world around them. We were the world, and our world was complete. Or so we thought. End Part 31 Mark Stevens