Date: Sun, 6 Jan 2013 20:38:58 -0800 (PST) From: Jerlar Subject: New Shower 38 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 38 Brandon Grandpa and Uncle Dennis, followed by Taylor, came inside the house just as we finished putting the lunch on the table." "I'm starved," my uncle declared. He pulled a chair out and sat down at the table. "Don't you want to clean up first?" I asked. "We stopped by the shower house," Grandpa answered. I looked at Dad and saw a wide grin spread across his face. "You hear that, Brandon? They stopped by the shower house." "I wonder just how much time they spent cleaning up." I couldn't keep the wicked smile from showing on my face. Uncle Dennis raised his hand like a school kid. "I can answer that one," he said. "Go head, explain," I told him. "Well, to be honest, I did try and initiate something." Pausing, he pointed at my grandfather and said, "But the boss here said I was to behave myself." I turned to my grandfather. "Grandpa, I'm disappointed in you." Grandpa had the look of innocence on his face. "I don't remember any such thing. Let's eat." He also pulled a chair out and took a seat. Falling into a chair myself, I took a deep breath. I could feel Dad's cum moving around inside me. "Something wrong, Brandon?" Dad asked. "I'm good." Dennis had two pieces of bread in his hands. Putting them down on his plate, he pretended to sniff the air. "I smell sex," he said. He looked at me first and then at my father. "No sex here," Dad quickly assured our uncle. "Just good food," he added. Dennis refused to let it go. "No, you're wrong. Trust me; I know what I smell." "In your dreams then," Dad told him. "We still have an afternoon's worth of work to finish." Suddenly I felt really wicked. I couldn't keep the words from coming out of my mouth. I said, "Well, I will say this: someone in this room has an ass full of cum even as I speak." Dennis pounded the table with his fist. "I knew someone had been fucked." Grandpa finished making his sandwich. Then he looked at Dad. "You two can't keep from fucking long enough to set a meal on the table. What the hell am I going to do with you guys?" I defended Dad. "It was my fault, Grandpa." "You made your father fuck you?" I nodded. "I'm just too irresistible; he couldn't help himself." "Give it up, Dave," my uncle said. "Hell, if I had come to the house with Brandon I would have done the same thing. Shit, so would you." Grandpa suddenly grinned. "I'm sure you're correct. Let's eat. As Steve pointed out, we have an afternoon's worth of work to finish before we can quit." We finished our lunch and returned to work. Grandpa had several jobs lined out for me to do, and the afternoon was almost over when I finally got a chance to talk with Taylor. Standing by Dad's truck, I said, "Taylor, can you help me with the things in the back of Dad's truck? I need to put them in the work shed." "No problem." Two trips later Dad's truck bed was empty. We brought the last inside the shed and placed it with the rest of the stuff. I looked at Taylor. "Can I ask you a question?" Taylor gave me a grin. "Only if I can ask you one too," he said. "Okay, you go first." "You started this shit." "Well, all right, here it comes." I took a deep breath and said, "I've been designated to ask you something." "Ask me what?" "We've discussed this already, but you do know, don't you, that our family plays together." Taylor gave a nod. "That was discussed from the start," he reminded. "Well, I've been asked to find out if you think you might like to join us." I saw a look of surprise on his face. "Are you serious?" "Yep; well, if by serious you mean was I asked to find out." "Who asked you?" "Actually, Dad was the one who approached me. Grandpa asked my father." Taylor stood there not giving an answer of any kind. Finally I said, "Well, are you or aren't you interested?" "Maybe; hell, I'm not sure." "Which is it?" "Brandon, I don't have much experience in matters like this. I've already told you everything there is to know about my sexual experience." I looked at Taylor closely. "You're not embarrassed are you?" "I might be. Honestly, Brandon, I've had little experience." Without thinking, I reached out and suddenly hugged him to me. I held him tightly for a moment. Then I pulled back and looked him straight in the eye. "Look," I said, "you don't have to do anything you don't want to. Understand? No one will ever ask you to do anything you aren't comfortable with. You have my word, Taylor." "I think I would like to play, as you put it; however, can we go a little easy at first? By easy, I mean maybe not with everyone in the room. At least the first time," he ended. "I promise you, it can be all about you, Taylor. Your wants, your needs," I added quietly. "Okay, my turn." "So, what's your question?" "Lunch; did you really have your dad's cum in your ass?" I nodded. "I did. I still do," I added. He asked, "Seriously?" "Fuck yeah." "That's so fucking hot." "You want to use it?" "Excuse me?" "You want to fuck me? There's plenty of cum inside. You definitely won't need any lube." The look on Taylor's face went from shock to astonishment. For an answer, he quickly pulled his summer shorts, along with his under shorts, down at the same time. I found my eyes quickly going down to the thick red hair that covered his crotch, and my mouth went dry. "You've never seen anybody with red pubes before?" I shook my head and said, "Never." I shucked my own clothes and the two of us stood facing each other, naked from the waist down. I watched as a look of desire appeared on Taylor's face. "With you, it's red pubes; with me, I've never seen anyone as young as you are to have so fucking much body hair." "Like I told you, I come by it naturally. My Dad's body was covered with hair by the time he was sixteen, and he said Grandpa said the same was true for him as well." "All I know is this: you make me crazy when I see all the hairy places you have." I dropped to my knees. "I'm going to bury my nose in your red bush, get your cock nice and ready, and then you're going to fuck my cum-filled hole like crazy. You got that?" I felt Taylor's hands on my head. "Suck me," he ordered. I began licking Taylor's cock like an ice cream cone. I started with the head and made my way down his hairy shaft, not stopping until I reached the dense forest growing from the base outward. "Oh, God," he groaned when I swallowed him. "I can't believe how good if feels when you suck me." As I sucked his dick, one of my hands went in search of Taylor's nut sac. When I found his heavy balls, I gave them a gentle tug. I could feel the tiny hairs that covered them tickle my skin. Taylor groaned. I felt a heavy drop of pre cum coat my tongue. I pulled off his cock. "Fuck me," I said. I stood to my feet and turned around. Leaning over a bit, I pulled my cheeks apart and felt some of Dad's cum run out my hole. "It's waiting for you," I said. Taylor placed his hands on my ass and pulled me back against him. I felt the tip of his cock press against the wet hair that surrounded my opening. "Slide in me," I said. Dad's cum paved the way for him. He slid into me balls deep. I could feel his thick curls grind into my skin. "Oh, fuck!" he cried out. "Like what you found?" "Do I like? I fucking love feeling your dad's cum inside your ass." "Well, I love it when more cum is mixed together. So, do me a favor. Fuck me, Taylor; mix your cum with Dad's juice." Taylor pulled me even closer to him and began fucking my hole. The idea of fucking me using Dad's cum as lube seemed to drive him crazy. He pounded my ass hard, and suddenly I felt his dick swell up. I knew he was about to shoot inside me. "Shoot your spunk in my ass," I groaned. "Give me your hot load." I felt Taylor's thick juice force its way through Dad's cum and fill my ass up the rest of the way. "Oh, fuck!" he cried out just as the last squirt erupted from his dick. I forced my ass muscles to clinch his hairy cock root, causing him to shiver. "That was awesome, man," he said. "You were awesome," I assured him. I felt Taylor start to withdraw from me. "Leaving so soon?" I asked. "I thought perhaps you would like to fuck me." I stood up, forcing Taylor's cock to fall the rest of the way out. I turned and faced him. "Have you ever been fucked, Taylor?" He shook his head. "I've never felt comfortable enough before to let anyone." I gave him a gentle smile. "And you are with me?" Again he nodded. "I am." I looked down at his crotch. His dick had softened somewhat, but was still fairly hard as it stood out from the wet pubes I loved so much. "I'm honored you feel the way you do about me. However, honestly, I would like for your first time to be some place other than my grandpa's shed." "It's okay for you, but not for me?" I leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the mouth. "Let's just make your first time really special, all right? Then we'll discuss the shed." "Promise?" "Promise," I repeated. Taylor dropped to his knees. "At least let me take care of this problem." I felt the warmth of his mouth as he took my dick inside. Reaching the bottom of my shaft, I felt his nose buried in my bush, realized he was breathing in the strong man fragrance that was the result of working out in the heat all day. "I love playing in your hair," he said. I felt him run his fingers through the thick brown cock hair. "You can play in my hair any time you want," I assured him. Sucking my cock, I felt Taylor's fingers squeezing my hairy balls. It took me over the edge. I felt my cock swell up, and the first wave of cum fly into his mouth. "Shit!" I cried out. Taylor caught each drop as if he had been sucking cock all his life. I watched him stand to his feet. "You're still going to fuck me?" "Whenever you're ready," I assured him. We pulled our shorts back up and left the shed. "Oh, and yes, I would like to play with you guys." Taylor spoke these words as we walked toward the house. "You're absolutely positive?" He nodded. "I am." "Do you want me to be the first one to fuck you?" Taylor was thoughtful for a moment. Then, "I think so. Even though I think your grandfather is fucking hot, I think I'd like the first time to be with you. We'll see how things go from there." Taylor stopped walking, and I stood beside him. "Something on your mind?" I asked when he didn't speak. "Sorry about just now." I was confused. "Sorry for what? That you fucked me?" "Hell, I'm glad I fucked you!" "Then what are you sorry for?" "That I didn't last very long." "You big oaf!" I gave his shoulder a punch. "Well, I didn't last very long." "Did you hear me complaining?" "Not that you would," he reminded me. "Trust me, you left me completely satisfied." "I just wanted it to last longer." "When guys are fucking, they always want it to last longer. I know I do," I added. "Look, I can promise you this: The more you fuck, the longer it will last. Shit, sometimes, depending on how hot I am, I hardly get inside before I'm shooting." "I just wanted it good for you, that's all." "Taylor, what do I have to say to convince you? You fucking blew my mind, not to mention my dick. Need I say more?" "Thanks." "No need to thank me. What say we hit the shower house?" Saying that, I took off running across the yard, with Taylor right behind me. End 38 Mark Stevens