Date: Sat, 12 Jan 2013 22:14:15 -0800 (PST) From: Jerlar Subject: New Shower 40 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 40 Steve Dad and I were sitting down at the kitchen table enjoying a cup of coffee when Brandon joined us. Pouring himself a glass of milk, he sat down with us. Smiling, I said, "Well, do I dare ask how your night went?" "It was good," he answered. "I bet it was," Dad spoke up. "Your dad, here, told me it was going to be Taylor's first time to be fucked." "Oh, it was definitely his first time," Brandon replied. "Just how tight was he?" I asked. "I think you both have an idea." Dennis came into the room. He poured himself a cup of coffee and joined us at the table. "Good morning, All," he greeted. Looking at Brandon, he said, "Taylor sleeping in this morning?" "He was awake when I came down stairs. I think he was going to take a shower." "I imagine he probably needs one after last night. "So, how was it?" Dennis gave my son a grin. "As I told these two, it was really nice." "Did you get Taylor broken in good?" "I didn't hear him complaining." "I can only imagine just how tight is ass was," Dennis remarked. "My son assures us it was very tight," I said. "You were so lucky being his first, Brandon," Dad said. "I hope you treated him well; with respect." "Grandpa, I remember how Dad was with me the first time, and I was just as easy with Taylor. I didn't do anything he didn't want me to do." "Steve, you're done well by your son," Dad said. I looked at my father and smiled. "I had a damned good teacher," I assured him. "Actually, I've had two good teachers," I added. I gave my uncle a wink. Later, our meal finished, Brandon and I remained behind to clean the kitchen up while everyone else headed outside to start their work for the day. "See that you two stay on task and don't get side tracked," Dad told us as they went out the door. We both assured him we would do our best. As we went about tidying up and returning the room back to the usual neat order my son began talking to me. "So, you want to play with Taylor?" he asked. I shrugged my shoulders. "I think I would like to. However, I don't want any trouble between you and me." Startled, he asked, "What kind of trouble?" I was silent for a moment as I wiped off the kitchen table. "I'm not sure. Tell me, are you starting to get feelings for him?" "Right now, all I know for sure is that Taylor and I are becoming very good friends." "Well, that's okay, too," I hastened to assure him. Brandon looked at me for a moment. Finally he said, "Taylor and I had a talk last night about some things." When he didn't continue, I said, "I'm listening." "You're aware that Taylor doesn't' have any type of relationship right now with his dad, right?" I nodded. "Okay, this might sound crazy to you, but last night Taylor asked me something." "Again, I'm listening," I said when my son remained silent. "He told me last night how much he likes and respects you, both as a man, as well as a father. He asked me if I would be willing to share you with him." "He wants me to treat him like a son?" Brandon nodded. "He envies the relationship the two of us share together, and he wants the same thing." "He wants me to treat him the same way I do you?" "Yes, in every way. If you get my drift," my son added quietly. "Please explain. I'm fairly certain I know what you are saying, but I need to hear the words myself." "Dad, when Taylor says he wants you to treat him like a son, he's saying he wants the three of us to share everything together; even share the same bed when we sleep." My head reeled and, suddenly I felt very lightheaded. I pulled a kitchen chair out and sat down. Taylor wanted me to treat him the same way I did Brandon. Could I do that, I wondered? "Are you all right, Dad?" I returned to my body, my eyes looking up at my son. "Are you all right?" he repeated. I managed to nod my head, but I remained silent, not speaking. "You're not interested?" Finally I spoke. "Actually, I'm very interested. I guess I'm just a little surprised at Taylor's eagerness. For some reason I had the feeling he was a bit shy about playing with us." "I don't think he feels shy about playing. In fact, he thinks Grandpa's very hot. Uncle Dennis, too," he added. "It's just that for some reason he seems to want to develop a relationship with the three of us first. I think in time he will want to be with them too." Although a bit slower, the room was still spinning for me. I was having a difficult time putting everything together that my son was dropping on me. Suddenly, I had a new thought. "Okay, here's something I need to know, Brandon. Whatever this is that Taylor would like the three of us to share, is he expecting it just to be us? By that, I mean am I expected not to play around with Dennis and Grandpa? I'm not sure I could handle that." "I'm pretty sure he won't care if you play with them. Hell, he thinks it really hot that the three of you fuck." "How do you feel about things? I know you like playing with them as well." "Dad, at this moment, I honestly don't see anything changing. Other than an extra person in our bed on a regular basis," he ended. The room suddenly stopped spinning. I stood to my feet. "Okay, then I suppose you can tell Taylor he's welcomed in our room tonight." I kissed my son on the lips. "If we don't get out side soon, Grandpa's going to come looking for us." We finished our chores and headed out to join the others. "It's about time," Dad said as we reached them. "Well, we're here now, so tell us what we need to do." <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< As I worked along side of Dad and Dennis, I had time to fill them in on the talk my son and I had had. At first they weren't sure how they felt about it, but when I assured them nothing would change between us, that both Brandon and I would continue to play with them, they suddenly thought it was a great idea. Dad had even pointed out it would be good for me to be there for Taylor since his own father seemed to care less. So that evening when it came time for bed, I went into the room Brandon and I had shared for several years. Brandon and Taylor were already in bed. I closed the door and walked over to the bed. "Hello, Guys," I greeted. "Hey, Dad," Brandon said giving me a smile. "Hey, Steve," Taylor said. I gave him a warm smile. "How do you like it here?" I asked. "Are you talking about living and working here or if I like being in here with the two of you?" I sat on the side of the bed. "I guess both," I answered. Taylor sat up in bed which caused the sheet to fall away from his body, leaving his bare chest for me to look at. "I really like my job and the new home I have," he said. Then taking a deep breath, he added, "And I love the fact you're willing to treat me like a son." "I feel honored you feel the way you do toward me, Taylor. I love my son very much, and I have a feeling I'm going to love you just as much." It was on the tip of my tongue to add, "I never want to take your father's place, though; please know that." Instead, I kept my mouth shut and didn't speak. "I'm glad, Steve." "Me, too, Dad," Brandon said giving me a grin. I looked at them both and asked, "So, what it is you want me to do now?" Brandon moved over to his side of the bed. Giving the space between the two boys a pat, he said, why don't you join us in bed?" I stood to my feet. "I would like that very much." I quickly reached for my tee shirt and tossed it over my head. I reached for my shorts and stopped, my hands resting on the elastic band that held them up. "I'm wearing nothing but these shorts. Do they come off or stay on?" "We're naked, Dad," Brandon said. He gave me a big grin. I looked at Taylor, and he assured me of the same thing. Without hesitating, I tugged my shorts down and gave them a kick. I stood before the two boys in all of my naked glory. I crawled in the middle of the bed. I couldn't keep my bare ass from brushing against Taylor's stomach as I joined them. Even though the bed was a queen, as I lay there between the two, I felt my skin touch them both. I had felt my son's hot flesh many times over the years, but this first time touching Taylor was enough to cause my cock to grow into a full blown hard on only seconds after I joined them. I gave Brandon a smile and then turned to Taylor. "Was this what you had in mind?" "Well, sort of." "I'm listening, Taylor. Just tell me what you would like me to do?" "Why don't you turn and face Brandon? Roll over and face the wall, Brandon," he directed. My son turned onto his side, and I quickly leaned into him, pressing my body hard into his hot flesh. "God, somebody's already hard," Brandon said. I felt the bed move as Taylor turned and leaned into me, forcing his body hard against my bare skin. "So is someone else." When Taylor hugged my body, I felt his hard dick slide into my crack. "Someone's already leaking like crazy." I remarked. Taylor pulled back. "Sorry about that," he said. "Hey, get back here," I ordered. "Don't you dare pull away from me. I love feeling a hard dick in my ass crack, and pre cum just adds to my pleasure." I felt Taylor's body pressed into me, and his hands slowly reach around my stomach. I did the same thing to Brandon. I went in search of his dick. I found it standing tall and proud, surrounded by his thick brown curly pubes. I asked, "Everyone comfortable?" "More than," Taylor whispered behind me. "In fact, I could go to sleep like this," he added softly. "Well, you might do that later, but now, if I was to wager a guess, I would say you're a long ways from falling asleep. Judging by how much something's poking my ass at the moment," I added. "Why don't you fuck Dad's ass?" "I think I'd like that. Would it be okay, Steve?" I rubbed my ass into Taylor's hairy crotch. I could feel the wiry pubes that grew around his dick scratch my naked skin. "I'm more than okay for you to push your cock up inside me," I assured him. "There's lube in the drawer of that table beside you. Help yourself." "Give it to Dad when you've finished, Taylor. I want him to fuck me while you fuck him." My dick jumped when it heard my son's words. "You seem to like that idea, Dad," he pointed out. "God, yeah, I do. It's going to be so fucking hot being in the middle between the two of you." A moment later Taylor tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Here you go, Steve." I took the bottle from him and covered my cock heavily with the slick gel. I felt Taylor's dick touching my hole the same time I pushed into my son. "God, yes," Brandon groaned. I was buried balls deep inside him, my bush pressed tightly against the cheeks of his ass. I remained where I was, waiting to feel Taylor deep inside me. I felt Brandon clinch my dick with his ass muscles. "Be nice," I told him. "I'm trying to wait until Taylor's inside me." I felt his thick head against my hole, forcing the lips of my ass to let him inside. "Just slide in," I said. "Bury your dick in my ass, Taylor." As I lay there with ever inch of my cock buried in my son's ass, I felt the thick shaft belonging to Taylor, slide slowly through my tunnel. "Fuck." Taylor spoke the word softly, and for a moment, he didn't make a move. He remained where he was, his dick pushing into my prostate. "Fuck me, Taylor," I groaned. "I want to feel your dick slamming my ass. I've never been fucked by a dick covered in red hair before, and I can't wait for you to fill me with your cum." Brandon pushed hard into my body, forcing my cock in as far as it could possibly go. He began riding me hard. "Come on, Dad, start fucking me," he begged. "I want to feel Taylor's dick fucking you." He didn't need to tell me twice. I began sliding my cock back and forth through my son's wet tunnel. Each time I entered him, I had help from Taylor as well. When he fucked me, he forced my dick to go deeper inside my son. "I can feel you fucking Dad," Brandon cried out. "He wants you to fill his ass with your cream." Taylor placed his hands on my shoulders and began attacking my hairy hole with everything he had. I could feel his heavy balls as they slammed my body each time he entered me. His bush was thick and full, and I could feel the scraping each wiry curl when he drilled inside me. "I'm getting close, Steve. Do you want me to pull out first?" "Hell no, I don't want you to pull out! I want your thick cream inside me," I said. He began pounding me harder, and when I felt his cock swell up, I knew he was about to shoot up my ass. The thought of it forced me over the edge. I felt the tingly sensation underneath my hairy crotch, and I knew I was about to shoot cum inside my son. "I'm shooting, Brandon," I warned. "Yeah, Dad, give me your load," he begged. The first thick rope left my dick and flew up Brandon's ass. It continued shooting and by the time it was finished, I could feel some of the cum leaking down into my crotch. My bush was matted against my body, filled with both sweat and spunk. "Fuck, here it comes!" Taylor cried out. I felt his hot cum coat the walls of my ass. I forced my ass to clamp down around his hairy root, causing him to moan louder. "Oh, God, that's fucking awesome!" Moments later, both Taylor and I spent, we lay there together, the three of us. For a time no words were said. My cock was still planted in my son's ass, surrounded by the cum I had just put up there. At the same time, I felt a dick still buried in my own cum-filled hole. "Okay," Brandon finally said, "you two have shot your loads. It's my turn." "Which one of us do you want?" I asked. "Hope you don't mind fucking through someone else's cum," I pointed out. "Not at all," he said. "Why don't the two of you turn over? I'll fuck your ass this time, Dad." "You'll get no objection out of me," I said and pulled out of his ass. I rolled over and told Taylor to do the same thing. "I hope you don't object to feeling a sticky dick against your ass," I said. "As you say, `you'll get no objection out of me'." Kissing the back of Taylor's neck lightly, I said, "Good, because my cock is definitely sticky." I felt my son rub his cock against my dripping hole. "I don't think you're going to need any lube," I told him. He pushed the head inside and immediately the rest of him crawled in. I could feel his dick sliding through the cum Taylor had just put there. "God, Taylor, your cum feels so hot in Dad's ass," my son groaned. "Fuck your dad and shoot your cum in with mine," Taylor groaned. "It's so fucking hot thinking about mixing the two together." Brandon began moving his cock back and forth through the hot cum inside me. I could feel his hairy body rubbing against me. It caused my dick to crawl through the matted hair around it. "Are you coming to life?" Taylor asked surprised. "Sorry, can't help it," I told him. "Feeling my son's hairy body fucking me, well, it causes things to happen." I felt Taylor push back against me. My dick slid along his ass crack. "Don't be sorry, Steve. Instead, why don't you fuck me?" "Are you sure?" "I want to give it a try. That is, if you're willing," he added. "Oh, I'm willing, as you can feel for yourself." He handed me the lube and I squeezed some out into my hand. Brandon had stopped fucking me, yet his cock was still planted deep inside me. He was waiting for me to enter Taylor. I coated my dick heavily and handed the bottle back to Taylor. He tossed it to the floor just as I pushed into him. My head was slippery and went inside him without any trouble. "Oh, God," he breathed. "I'll wait, Dad, until you're inside him," Brandon told me." I pushed another inch or so inside Taylor. I felt his body tighten up. "Are you okay, Taylor?" "I think so; just take it easy." "Would you rather wait until I've cum?" Brandon asked him. "I'm okay. You might let your dad get inside me first," he suggested. I felt Brandon push hard against my prostate. It made my dick jerk inside Taylor's ass. "Okay, I'm where I want to be. I can wait," he said. I pushed a little more dick up Taylor. Again, I felt his body go rigid. "Remember, try and relax," I told him. "It helps to push out like you're going to take a dump. As bad as that sounds, it does help," I added. I could feel Taylor trying to force his body to relax. "Take a few deep breaths," I said. "I can go as slow as you need." Suddenly his ass loosened up, and I slid the rest of the way inside him. I was buried balls deep, and I knew he could feel my brown cock hair rubbing against his bare skin. "I'm all the way inside, Taylor. Are you okay?" "Oh, yeah," he said softly. "It will take time, but soon you'll take getting fucked as easily as the rest of us," I assured him. "I'm going to go slow; stop me if it starts hurting." I began to slowly work the tight walls of Taylor's ass. Even though I had just shot a huge load up my son, I knew I wasn't going to last long fucking Taylor; not with the way his ass gripped my dick. I slowly wrapped my arm around him and went in search of his cock. I felt the thick red hair first, and then my fingers found his meat. He was hard and dripping pre cum, making his dick slippery. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and held him tightly. "God, Taylor, you are so fucking tight. I'm not going to last long." "I want your cum, Steve," he said softly. "Give me your hot load," he added. "Fuck, I'm going to cum, guys," Brandon cried out. "I'm going to shoot up you, Dad," he warned. "Fuck!" I called out. "Cumming, Taylor," I groaned. Just as the first spurt of cum flew up my ass, I shot a thick rope into Taylor's tunnel. Seconds later both of the boys had a load of my juice inside them. The thought was enough to make me wish I could keep on fucking all night long. "Guys, I must admit, I find it fucking hot knowing both of you have a load of my cum inside you," I said. "It is hot," they both said at the same time. Brandon reached around and kissed me on the cheek. "I love you, Dad," he said softly. "I love you too, Brandon." I leaned forward and gave Taylor a timid kiss on the side of his face. "And Taylor, I'm pretty sure that I'm beginning to love you as well. I hope that's okay with you." "It is all right with me, Steve. I think I could enjoy being loved." I had let go of his cock when I began filling Taylor's ass. I reached around him and wrapped my fingers around it. He was still hard and leaking. "I think if you have no objection, I'm going to take care of this matter." He didn't seem to object, so I began stroking him. He had leaked enough pre cum that I didn't need any lube. With my cock still buried in his tight cum-filled hole and my son's still inside me, I began jacking Taylor. After about the third stroke, Taylor began making fucking motions, pushing his hairy crotch into my hand, meeting each stroke of pleasure my fist gave him. It didn't take him long to cum. "I'm going to shoot," he warned. I jacked him faster and was rewarded for my effort. He covered my fingers with his thick creamy load. I continued jacking until his dick was drained. When he had finished shooting I removed my fingers and brought them to my mouth. I ate his cum, licking my fingers clean of his young spunk. "God, you taste good," I told him. I felt my son's cock move inside me. After fucking me he hadn't gone soft, but he had lost some of his hardness. He was now hard once more, still buried inside my ass. "Are you going to fuck me again?" I asked him. "Hmm, I'm thinking about it." "I hope you're going to do more than just think about it." That was all the encouragement my son needed. He began to slowly fuck in and out of my ass, pushing his cock through the two loads already there. With my cock still inside Taylor, my son fucked my ass until he added a third load. By the time he was finished, I could feel a lot of that cum crawling between our bodies. I had no idea where it was headed, but I didn't even care. The last thought I had was how great it felt to fall asleep between two young boys; two sons both filled with my cum. It couldn't get any better than that. End 40 Mark Stevens