Date: Fri, 5 Oct 2012 22:17:24 -0700 (PDT) From: Jerlar Subject: New Shower 33 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, 33 The next morning I rolled over in bed and opened my eyes. Brandon was sleeping beside me, and for a moment I just lay there enjoying the sight of his body next to mine. Sometime during the night he had thrown the sheet back, allowing me to enjoy the sight of his nakedness. I never grew tired of seeing my son's hot body, and the sight of it always made me hard and full of desire for him. Watching him sleep now, enjoying the view of his naked body, I was once again amazed how old he looked. By the time I had graduated from high school my body had filled out and was covered in body hair. Even my chest had been thickly coated with thick wiry curls, traveling down until it turned into a thick patch of hair that formed a good sized brown V. My cock grew from the middle of the V, and when soft, enjoyed making a nest in the hair. When hard, it stood proudly from the middle of it all. I studied Brandon as he continued to sleep beside me. Like me, he had almost as much chest hair already in his young life as I had, not only at his age, but even now, in my adult life. He had such a thick mat of brown hair covering his stomach, and I loved running my fingers through the curls. Also like me, the hair traveled heavily down his body until it reached his bush. I loved sucking his cock because when I swallowed him down to his thick hairy root, my nose was buried in all of that hair. Sleeping on his back, Brandon's legs were somewhat a part. I rose up enough to be able to enjoy the view between those legs. I could see his fur covered balls buried in the middle between his legs. "Dad?" Startled, I fell back against the bed sheet. "Is everything all right?" I turned and gave my son a grin. "Good morning." "Morning yourself," he answered. "What were you looking at?" I reached over and placed a hand on his furry chest. "You." He looked puzzled. "Me?" "Yeah, you, Stud. I never get tired of looking at your body." Brandon looked down and smiled. "You must have liked what you saw." He reached over and wrapped a fist around my hard on. "Yeah, my dick never tells a lie," I agreed. "I still have your cum inside my ass. Why don't you add another load to it?" I watched my son reach for the lube. He squeezed some out and quickly coated my cock with the stuff. Then throwing the bottle down, he straddled my body, forcing my dick to rub against his hairy crack. I could feel the tiny ass hair tickle my shaft. Giving me a smile, Brandon raised his body up and moved backwards just a bit. The head of my dick brushed against his hot skin causing me to shiver. Brandon reached underneath and guided my dick to his entrance. "Surely you're not cold," he said giving me a wicked grin. "Far from it," I whispered. He took a deep breath and then relaxed his body. When he did, my cock disappeared inside him, leaving his cheeks to rest against my cock hair. "Oh, God," he groaned. "Are you okay?" This was only the second time I had ever fucked him this way. Sitting on me the way he was, my son was feeling ever inch of my hard dick as it split the walls of his ass wide open. Brandon began working his ass up and down my dick, and a look pf sheer pleasure reflected off his face. It was really hot to lie there and let him do the fucking. Some of my cum from the night before leaked out and landed on my balls; I knew it was old cum because it left them feeling a bit cool. "Feel your cum, Dad?" "Fuck yeah. It's hot fucking you with my old cum still inside your ass," I assured him. "You're about to make me cum," he warned me. "Like my cock up your ass, do you?" "Oh, yeah," he groaned. Still riding my dick, Brandon's cock suddenly thickened and gave a leap upwards. With his hands pressed against my legs, he cried out, "Here it cums!" The first rope that shot out of him landed on my neck. I could feel the hot substance attach itself to my skin. The next shot landed between my nipples, and the rest of his load surrounded my hairy belly button. "Fuck," he cried out. Feeling my son's hot load cover my body was enough to send me over the edge. I was about to fill his tight ass with more Dad juice. "Shit, here it cums," I warned. Brandon forced the muscles in his ass to clamp down on my hard cock and sucked my thick load as far as possible up inside him. By the time he finished grinding into my body, some of my cum had ran out of him and settled in my sticky pubes. Brandon leaned down and kissed me on the mouth. "I think I'm leaking," he said giving me a smile. I put my hands on either of his sides and pushed him down into me. "I love it when you leak on me," I told him. A short time later he pulled off and cool air hit my cock. He lay on my stomach, the matted curls of our two chests blending in with each other. "That's definitely the way I like to start my day," he whispered. I placed a hand on each ass cheek. "You'll get no complaints out of me." I gave each cheek a gentle squeeze. Another half hour went by while we talked and teased around together. Finally the clock beside the bed caught my attention. "Shit, it's nine o'clock, Brandon. We need to haul ass. We have that interview in one hour." "This guy might like for us to be naked while we interview him." "Maybe, but he might not like the smell of old cum the way you and I do." Still naked and covered with cum, inside and out, we hurried down the hall to get our shower out of the way. We were both soaped up and in the process of washing off when Dad opened the bathroom door and stuck his head inside the room. "You two better hurry up. Breakfast is on the table. Surely you're not fucking in here." I pulled the shower curtain back, allowing my father to see my naked, and soap covered body. "Nah, no fucking here, Dad," I grinned. Brandon pulled the curtain back even more and said, "Already been fucked, Gramps." "That's my boys," Dad said and closed the door. From the hall we heard him say, "Food's getting cold." I grinned at my son. "As much as I would love to fuck your brains out right here, right now, I think we'd better get a move on it." "Yeah, don't want to piss the old guy off do we?" Doing as we were told, Brandon and I finished our shower and hurried to the bedroom where we quickly jumped into our clothes. For us, with the exception of interviewing a prospective employee, it was going to be just another hard work day, same as any other day. <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< We had finished breakfast, cleaned up the kitchen, and were sitting around the kitchen table when there was knock on the door. "You want to do the honors, Steve?" Dad asked me. "You're the president of the company," I grinned. The rest of us watched as he made his way to the door. He swung the heavy wooded door back, and the three of us sitting around the table did our best to look past him and get a view of the caller. "I take it you're Taylor?" Dad greeted. "I am." "Come inside," Dad invited. "I see you found us." Dad stepped to the side, and the rest of us locked our eyes on the door, waiting for Taylor to come into view. Taylor Monroe stepped inside the kitchen. "I want to thank you for seeing me this morning." Looking at Taylor, I could understand why I heard Brandon take in a breath. My son was sitting beside me, and when I looked his way, I could see he was quite taken by our visitor's appearance. Taylor Monroe was easily six feet, if not taller. His shoulders were broad, thick, and he definitely had the look of a boy who had been raised on a farm. While his muscles didn't bulge out, they were definitely solid. The thick hair on his head was red; in fact, a deeper red I had never seen before. Dad introduced us to him, and I couldn't help but see the way Taylor's face lit up when he greeted Brandon. "Would you like a cup of coffee?" Dad asked him. When we each had a cup sitting in front of us, Dad took his usual seat at the head of the table. "Taylor, here's what we have going on," he said. "When everything is said and done, we will have a good sized campground for guys to enjoy; one that is fair sized, quite user friendly, and full of entertainment and relaxation. We want to create a place where guys can come and just be themselves; get away from the stress in their lives. If things work out the way we've planned, the finished project will be fairly large. We will have quite a few cabins, as well as two or three bunk houses we can rent for larger parties. It will be a safe place, ran with respect of privacy and discreetness." We listened as Dad continued to discuss with Taylor the details of our venture. When Dad had finished speaking, he leaned forward, placing his arms on the table. "So, tell me, Taylor, does the job sound like something you'd be interested in? The work will be hard, that I can guarantee; however, I can assure you, every one of us in this room will work to form a good team. If you decide to become part of our team, I can assure you, we will work just as hard as we expect you to." "I'm really interested. Like I told you on the telephone, I was raised on a farm. I'm use to hard work." Dennis spoke up for the first time. "When could you start to work, Taylor?" he asked. Taylor faced my uncle and gave him a grin. "My clothes are in the car. I could start this very moment, should you want to hire me." I had a question come to mind. "Taylor, I spoke up, "are your parents okay with you working for us?" "They have always supported me, and they are glad I have a job offer." His face suddenly turned almost as red as the hair on his head. "That is, if this is a job offer," he added. Dad stood to his feet. "Oh, there's definitely a chance of employment here. I don't mean to be rude, but would you mind stepping out side for a few minutes, Taylor? I'd like to discuss this possibility with the others." "No problem. I'll just walk around, if it's okay with you." "Go ahead. In fact, if you want to drive your car to the back, you will see the gate. Go check everything out. You will be able to see everything we've done up to this point." The door had hardly shut behind Taylor when Dad spoke. "So, let's hear it fellows. Tell me your thoughts." "My first thought is that Taylor seems smitten with Brandon here." ""Don't talk crazy shit," my son said. "I have to agree with Dennis," I spoke up. "Are you serious?" "Even I couldn't help but see the look on his face when he saw you," Dad told his grandson. "You guys are full of shit." "We'll see who's full of what," Dennis teased. "For now, let's discuss Taylor in view of employment," Dad broke in. "Time will determine the rest," he added. "I have a question," I said. "If we hire him, and he starts today, where is he going to stay? There's no place on the grounds where he could sleep." Dad was silent for a moment, appearing to be in deep thought. "How about the guest room?" he finally asked. This brought a question from Dennis. "Are we ready for him to know about our sleeping arrangements? He might not be cool with our life style," he added. Brandon had a response to this. "Hell, he saw our ad in a gay magazine. Don't you think that gives him some idea about us?" "Being gay is one thing; sleeping with family quite different story," Dennis pointed out. Dad stood to his feet. "If this is our only concern, let's bring him back in. We'll feel him out on some of these matters. Everyone agree?" We nodded and Dad went to the door and called Taylor inside. "Wow, I am impressed with your shower house," he said coming back into the house. I imagine it comes in really handy now that you're doing a lot of outside work." "Dennis, Steve and I built that shower house twenty years ago, and yes, it comes in very handy. In fact, now that we have been working long hours on the campground, we have actually moved clothes out there so we can shower before returning to the house after a hard day's work." "As I said, I'm impressed." "Taylor, please, have a seat," Dad told him. Taylor took a seat and looked around the room. It was easy to see he was awfully nervous, and that he was trying really hard not to show it. "Taylor, we're very much interested in hiring you to work with us. However, we do have some concerns, and we'd like to discuss these with you." Taylor sat in his seat and remained quiet. "I'm pretty certain you realize the nature of our campground, given the fact you answered an ad that was placed in a gay magazine. Am I correct?" "A gay campground, right?" Dad nodded. "That's right. Would that be a problem for you?" "As you pointed out, Dave, I was looking through a gay magazine when I discovered your ad. That should tell you what I think about a gay campground." "That you're gay." "So, I'm guessing all of you are gay." Taylor's words were in the form of a statement, rather that a question. Dennis spoke up saying, "It's a long story, but, for the record, yes, we are." "Cool." "Here's the part that concerns us the most, Taylor," Dad said. "We're concerned you might be uncomfortable with our sleeping arrangements here." Taylor suddenly sat up straight in his chair. "Shit, you guys sleep together, don't you?" For a moment a thick silence filled the room. When no one answered his question, I quietly said, "Yes, we do. Would that be a problem for you?" "Hell, I think it's hot. You guys are really cool, and I think it would be awesome working with you." "You do realize, Taylor, that what goes on around here, both inside the house, as well as when the campground is finished, must remain here? This entire matter has to be kept discreet. Can you understand that?" "Yes sir, I can; you have my word." "Good. Taylor, here is what the job entails for you; at least for the time being. We all work seven days a week, and will continue doing so. However, if ever you need to take a day off because of business or family matters, well, that is understandable." Taylor assured us he had no problem working straight through the week. Dad went on to tell him what his salary would be, and that for now, he could stay in the guest room up stairs. Much later Dad told our new employee to bring his clothes inside the house. "Brandon can show you where your room is." "Need some help unloading your things?" Brandon offered. "That'd be nice. Thanks, Brandon." "You guys hurry up," Dad told them. "We've missed half a day's work already. With Taylor helping now, hopefully we can make it up this afternoon." Brandon and Taylor had hardly disappeared out the door when Dennis grinned and said, "You're going to have to watch those two." "Yeah, I saw the way they eyed each other," I agreed. "Brandon loves you, Steve, and he always will," Dad said to me. "Still, don't be surprised if some day he doesn't fall in love with someone." "I know." The words brought sadness to me, causing a knot to form in the pit of my stomach. "He'll always love you, Kid; you know that." Dennis tried to soothe me, and I appreciated his words. "Besides," he added, "you'll always have your dad and me." "Yeah, between the two of us, we'll keep your ass so sore you won't have time for any regrets," Dad retorted. "Steve, I can assure you, with the relationship you have with your son, you will never lose him. He loves you dearly." "You're right; I know you are, but still, it makes me a little sad to think he could move on and leave me behind." "I don't see that happening, so let's push those thoughts away. We need to get our ass in gear. Day light's a burning, as the older generation used to say." <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Brandon followed Taylor out to his car. "Thanks for helping me with my shit," Taylor told him. "No problem. It's going to be nice having another body helping with the work." "It does seem like a really large project. I didn't drive around the campground, but I went to the gate and looked at what I could see." "When everything's completely finished there's even going to be a store and a restaurant for the guests to use." "Damn, I like the sound of that. Maybe when we're finished with the building part there will still be a job for me." "Trust me, if you choose to stay around, there will definitely be a job for you." Taylor opened the car door and reached for the stack of clothes on the back seat. He handed them to Brandon and picked up a large duffle bag. "This is all I brought," he said. As they headed back to the house, Taylor said, "Brandon, it didn't take me long to realize that you guys were very close, and that you must love each other a lot. In fact, I almost envy you your life." "We do have a good life here, Taylor, and yes, the four of us do love each other. That's why we had to be certain our life here on the farm would not make you uncomfortable." "Trust me, it won't. I'm really looking forward to working with you. Are there any other employees?" "Not really. There are a couple of guys who we've contracted out to do some work; a plumber and a guy Dad calls his `ground's man'. As we need him to, he levels the area and makes it ready for us to start building on. What time those two spend out here, plus you and the four of us, well, that makes up the employee list." They had reached the porch by now. Taylor turned and gave Brandon a grin. "Fuck, we do have our work cut out for us, don't we?" Brandon opened the door to the kitchen. "Fuck yeah," he repeated. "You two better get a move on it," I said as they entered the kitchen. "Grandpa's getting itchy. He says we've wasted half a day already." "We'll drop Taylor's things off in his room and be back down shortly." "See that you do that," Dennis retorted. "Don't get side tracked." I watched the two of them disappear at the top of the stairs. Dennis came over and pulled me to him. "Yeah, the two of them are definitely going to be checking each other out, but Kid, rest assured, you will never lose your son, or his affection for you. Something tells me that if he ever has someone special in his life, you will still be right there at the top with him." "I hope you're right." "Have I ever steered you wrong, Kid?" He kissed my mouth. I returned his kiss and said, "No, Uncle Dennis, you have never steered me wrong." "I love you, Kid." "I love you, too." Dad joined us in the kitchen. He hugged Dennis and I at the same time and said, "Dennis is right, Steve. No matter who comes into your son's life, he will always love you and keep you at the top of his life. That's just who he is; that grandson of mine." I certainly hoped they were right in their thinking. The only thing I knew for certain was that life as we had come to know it was about to change. I only hoped it was going to be a good change. End part 33 Mark Stevens