Date: Thu, 3 Jan 2013 20:33:30 -0800 (PST) From: Jerlar Subject: New Shower 37 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 37 The next day was Sunday, but it was anything but a "day of rest" for any of us, including Dad. When I came down stairs followed by Brandon and Taylor, we discovered he and Dennis had a big breakfast waiting for us. "What's all of this?" I greeted as I entered the kitchen. "Something guaranteed to give you enough energy to get you through the day your father has planned for you," Dennis explained and gave the three of us a big grin. "You uncle's right, so have a seat," Dad said. "We've got miles to travel before the sun goes down." "Don't have to tell me twice," Taylor said taking a seat at the table. As we attacked the food, Dad mapped out what his plans were for the day. Listening to him talk, I realized he did indeed have a big goal he wanted us to accomplish by the end of the day. I realized something else. Watching him as he talked, I couldn't help but admire the way he looked. He had turned sixty-one his last birthday, but today, sitting across the table from him, he looked a good ten years younger than his age. As he discussed his plans of the day, I could hear the excitement grow in his voice as he talked about the camp ground and what his plans were in order to make it happen. From the very beginning I had wondered if he really knew just how much work he was getting himself into. Now, listening to him, I knew it was the best thing that could have happened to him. Later, the meal finished, Dad stood to his feet. "Brandon, why don't you and Taylor clean the kitchen up? That way, your dad, Dennis, and I can start getting some things lined up outside." "We can do that, Grandpa," my son said. As we headed for the back door, Dennis called over his shoulder, "Just don't get to messing around and forget to come outside." "You know we would never `mess around' as you put it." "Yeah, I'm sure." "You could always stay behind and see that we behave," Taylor said joining in on the teasing." Dennis turned back and faced the boys. "Thanks, believe I will." "I believe not," Dad spoke up. "You're needed outside." Dennis turned back toward the door. "I think the boss has given an order. I'll see you both outside." As we headed for the truck, Dad said, "The main reason I suggested the younger two clean the kitchen up is this: Do you guys think Taylor is comfortable enough with us now to join in on some play time?" My uncle voiced his opinion immediately. "I think he is; just from what I've seen watching him around us. What you think, Steve?" "From the way he watch you guys fuck in the shower, I think I agree with Dennis," I said. "Why don't you feel Brandon out first, Steve?" Dad asked. "You might suggest he bring it up to Taylor. I think the boy would be more comfortable with Brandon rather than one of us." I pondered Dad's suggestion in my head for a moment. Finally I said, "Okay, I'll try and catch Brandon alone sometime today and see what his thought is on it. I agree with Dad, in that I think Taylor would feel better being approached by Brandon. At least for the first time," I added. "Then it's agreed? Dennis and I assured him, and we started our work day. By the time Brandon and Taylor joined us, Dad had our individual assignments lined out for us. The five of us worked hard, and before it seemed possible it was afternoon. Dad caught Brandon and I together and suggested, "Why don't the two of you head to the house and set out the makings for sandwiches? The rest of us will be there in less than half an hour." I gave my father a smile, realizing he was giving me the change to speak with Brandon. "We can do that," I assured him. On the way back to the house I asked my son, "So, tell me, you think Taylor's comfortable living with and working for us?" Brandon gave me a grin. "Are you asking me if I think Taylor's okay with us fucking around?" "Leave it to you to get right to the point." He shrugged and said, "That's me; I don't believe in wasting any time." "So, tell me, Sherlock, what's your take on the Taylor subject?" "We haven't discussed our life style to any extent. After his first experience watching you guys in the shower, he did tell me he envied us and the life we live here on the farm." "Has he talked much about his home life, his family?" "Not much and I haven't asked. It's his business. I do know his parents have just recently discovered that he's gay, and they are not happy about it. His father has asked him to leave home and not come back until he has his head screwed on straight." "I hate that for him," I replied. "He says I'm really lucky having you for my father." "I'm the lucky one, Brandon. I couldn't ask for a better son." My son turned the table on me and took charge of the conversation. "So, tell me, what's really on your mind here?" he asked. I gave him a grin. "Well, actually this is coming from your Grandpa. He wants to know if you think Taylor is ready to play with us and" "Wants me to ask him, right?" I nodded. "You took the words right out of my mouth." "I can do that. I'll find time after lunch to ask him." "I hope he won't be offended." We had reached the house by this time. I went inside followed by my son. "I'm pretty sure he won't be." "So, tell me, have the two of you been together since that first evening?" "We haven't fucked yet, if that's what you're asking. The first time we sucked each other off, and during the night I went to his room and we jacked off together. Nothing more," he ended. "Fuck, you left my bed and I didn't even realize it?" "I fucked you so hard that when you went to sleep you were dead to the world." "And to think I could have followed you to Taylor's room. I could have shared in with the fun." "Taylor did find it hot when I told him I had fucked your ass before going to sleep." "Okay, we need to change the subject here; otherwise, I'm going to haul your ass upstairs and attack it. There won't be any food out when the others get here." A wicked grin appeared on my son's face. "You can fuck me really fast," he suggested. I nodded. "I could, but you know me; I hardly ever `fuck fast' as you put it. I'm more into making love." "I'm sure they wouldn't mind waiting if they knew the reason why." I looked at the clock on the wall above the kitchen range. "Dad did say he would give us half an hour, didn't he?" "He did." "This is crazy, but, strip!" Brandon was quick to follow my order. He headed into the living room and quickly pulled a bottle of lube from one of the tables beside the couch. "Here," he said. He handed me the bottle and quickly pulled his shorts down to his ankles. Seeing his hot ass, now naked, in front of me, made my dick hard on the spot; I unsnapped my jeans and jerked them down to my feet. Seconds later I not only had Brandon's ass lubed heavily, but my dick coated as well. Brandon leaned over the back of the couch and I wasted no time letting my cock find his slippery opening. With a loud suction, his tight ass swallowed me down to the base of my thick hairy root. I was buried balls deep inside my son. "God, your ass feels good," I groaned. Brandon pushed back into my hairy front. "Then fuck me, Dad. I want your load in my ass when the others come in to eat lunch." I began moving my dick back and forth, allowing the walls of my son's ass grab at my cock. His ass always felt so tight when I fucked it, and today was no exception. I began going deeper inside him, causing Brandon to moan each time I pressed against his prostate. "Fuck me hard, Dad," Brandon cried. "I know you like to fuck me hard and long, but I really want to have your cum inside me when the others come inside to eat." "You're going to make me cum," I warned. "That's what I'm trying to do. Get with it," he ordered. As we fucked, my hands were on his cheeks. Now, with my dick plowing through the middle of his hairy core, I pulled his cheeks a part, allowing myself to go even deeper inside him. "Shit," he cried out. "You're going to make me cum." "Fuck, me, too, Brandon." Just as I shot the first of my load inside Brandon's ass, I saw him grab his cock with his hand. I felt his ass ring tighten around my dick, and I knew he was cumming too. While I was filling his hole with my Dad juice, my son's cock was shooting into his hand. I plunged one last time into my Brandon's cum-filled hole. My hot spunk surrounded my dick, and I could feel some of it leak out, falling into the matted hair around the base of my root. Brandon forced his ass to clinch my dick one last time and then straightened up. His movement caused my dick to slide out of him followed by more of my cum. "I would love to continue this," he said, "but even as sexy as Grandpa is, something tells me he would not be happy if the food wasn't out." I leaned over and kissed Brandon on the neck. "I think you are right, so, pull those shorts up and get your cum-filled ass out to the kitchen. I'm right behind you." "Judging how wet and slippery my ass feels at the moment, no truer words could be spoken. About you being `right behind me' I mean." I hurriedly pulled my jeans back up. "Get busy, smart ass," I said giving him a grin. "Keep thinking about all of the cum you put inside me as we eat lunch." Yes, my son was indeed a smart ass. And I wouldn't have it any other way. End 37 Mark Stevens