Date: Mon, 18 Feb 2013 19:20:40 -0800 (PST) From: Jerlar Subject: New Shower 43 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 43 Dave I walked into the bedroom and discovered Dennis already in my bed, under the covers. I closed the door and walked over to the bed. "Who invited you to my bed?" He gave me a grin. "Hell, I didn't know I had to have an invitation." "You know you're always welcome." I sat down on the side of the bed and kicked my slippers off my. I tossed the tee shirt I had been wearing over my head and let it drop to the floor. "It's been a hell of a week, hasn't it, Dennis?" "Tomorrow's Friday, and I would have to agree, we've got a lot accomplished on the campground this week." "Slabs for six of the cabins," I reminded. "We should have the other six by the end of next week," Dennis assured me. "Sometimes I think we've bit off more than we can chew." Dennis sat up and placed a hand on my shoulder. "Hey, everything okay with you?" I nodded. "Just tired, that's all." "You do realize Rome wasn't built in a day, right? Honestly, I think we're doing one hell of a job getting things set in place." "Steve goes back to work on Monday." "That's right, he does. Still, Taylor and Brandon are two really good workers. It's true, we'll miss Steve like crazy, but I think the four of us can keep things going until he's here for the weekend." "That's true," I had to admit. "Now, why don't you come to bed and let me hold you?" I stood up and pulled my shorts off. As I crawled naked into bed, I said, "I'm not sure how much fun I'll be tonight, Dennis." "Hell, I can have fun anytime I like. Tonight I just want to hold you close to me. Think you can handle that?" I assured him I could and turned over to face him. Wrapping his arms around me, my brother in law said, "Just be grateful that we have men to build the forms and run the concrete for us." I gave him a smile. "That is true, that's one headache we don't have to deal with." "We're not on a strict deadline either." "Again, you've made your point." "Good, now close those eyes and go to sleep." "Maybe I'm not ready for sleep." Dennis reached down and wrapped his fingers around my cock. "I thought I felt this starting to grow. I thought you were too tired." "What can I say? He does his own thinking." He placed his lips on mind, and we shared a kiss. I pulled back and said, "Someone else has a growing problem, too." "Well, hell, you shouldn't be so damned sexy. It's just not fair." I gave my brother in law a grin. "How about giving me one of your hot fuck jobs?" "Are you sure that's what you want? I know how tired you are." "Shut up and give me your dick!" I threw the sheet back and quickly crawled between his legs. Planting my body on his, I bent down and began kissing him on the neck. I slowly worked my mouth to the base of his throat and continued on downward, enjoying the tickling sensation his thick curly chest hair was giving my tongue. By the time I reached his hair covered belly button, Dennis was beginning to moan. "Oh, yeah, Dave, I'm going to give you a damned good fuck," he said. "That's what I want you to do. I want to feel that thick hairy dick between your legs slamming me hard." I came to his thick bush and stopped. It was still mostly black hair that grew around his cock, but a few stray white ones were trying to crowd their way in. "After all the years we've been together, Dennis, I'm still turned on by your bush." "Does it bother you that those white things are trying to push their way in?" "Fuck no! For some reason, the fact that some are turning that color makes you even more desirable to me. Have you looked at me lately? I have about as many white curls as I do brown down there." "Oh, I can assure you, I look you over all of the time." "Tell me what you see? Just an old man, most likely," I added. "What I see is a sixty-one year old man that drives me out of my fucking mind. Now, shut up, and tend to business." I lay with my chin buried in those thick wiry curls, enjoying the feel of them against my skin. I pressed my nose down and breathed in deeply. "God, I love your smell," I groaned. I licked around his thick hairy root, creating a wet trail of matted hair against his flesh. Next my tongue coursed its way down in search of his hairy nut sac. I gently took one hairy ball between my lips. I sucked at it gently, causing my brother in law to grown louder. His dick suddenly shook in front of me and a thick drop of pre cum rolled out of it and formed a string that ran all the way down to his fur covered balls. "I need to fuck you, Dave." I stood on my knees and turned with my back toward him. "Do it," I begged. "Fuck my ass." The bed moved, and suddenly he was right behind me. He placed his hands, one on each hip and pulled them a part. When I felt his tongue leaving a wet trail along my hair crack, I couldn't keep my body from shivering. Each lick he made around my hairy opening created a deeper sense of need to course through my body. I needed him so much; wanted his hard dick inside my ass. "Fuck," I moaned when he began fucking me with his wet tongue. Dennis worked my ass over, and by the time he entered me, there was no need for lube. My brother in law had succeeded in wetting me down royally. He slid inside with no problem at all. He bottomed out with one push, allowing me to feel his thick wiry cock curls grind tightly into my body. "Fuck," I whispered. "Oh, yeah, Baby, I'm inside you, and fuck is what I plan to do. You ready for it?" "Plow my ass, Dennis." The bed began to shake as Dennis slowly worked his dick in and out of my wet hole. He was gentle at first, and I loved him for it. Not only was his cock a good eight inches long, but it was quite thick as well. With all of the years we had shared fucking, it still took some adjusting on my part when he entered me. "Shit, Dave, your ass feels good," he groaned. I pushed hard against his body, my ass meeting his cock head on. The harder I pushed, the deeper he slid into me. When he found the button that connected to my prostate, I thought I was going to cum on the spot. "You keep this up, and I'm going to cum all over the place," I warned him. He didn't make a reply. Instead, he began pumping into me harder, forcing his cock to split my ass wider with each thrust. His balls slammed hard into my body, his bush ground against the hair on my cheeks. I could feel black hair mixing in with brown each time he slammed me. Finally my prostate could take no more abuse, and suddenly my dick gave a shudder and shot a rope of cum out. It landed on the sheet, followed by several more. I cried out, "Oh, fuck!" "I'm going to shoot too," he groaned. I felt my ass fill up with hot cum; my brother in law's hot cum. I pushed hard against him, letting him experience the feel of his own cum as it swam around his dick. Dennis pumped my ass a couple more times even though he had stopped erupting inside me. I could hear the cum inside me as he forced himself still deeper. Keeping his dick inside my cum-filled hole, I turned and gave him a kiss. "Thanks, Dennis. You knew just what I needed." "Maybe I did. I think I needed you as much as you needed me," he admitted. "I love you, Bro," I said and gave him another kiss. "Love you, too, Dave." Dennis lay down on his back, and I was quickly beside him, our bodies touching. He rose up and I placed my arm under his head. "I do realize, Dennis, just how good we have life. Sorry for my mood earlier." "Hell, forget it, Dave. As you said, it's been a fucking hard week, and every one of us has worked his ass off. Just remember when everything is said and done, it's all going to be worth whatever sweat we've had to lose." "Thanks for putting up with me just the same. Night, Dennis." "Night, Love. Get plenty of rest, because tomorrow I'm going to work your ass off." "Thanks for the warning." "You're welcome." <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Steve I finished straightening up the kitchen, and turning out the light, joined Brandon and Taylor in the living room. They each had an end of the couch taken. I sat in the middle between the two. "Dad and Dennis already up stairs?" "Dennis went first, and Grandpa, followed a little later. He said he was worn out," Brandon told me. Taylor laughed. "I'm sure that was the reason they both hit the bed early." "Well, in Dad's defense, I do know this week has worn him out. I hope he can get rested up," I added. My son's face showed a bit of worry on it. "Grandpa's okay, isn't he?" "I'm sure he is. Like I said, it's been a hard week." "I think he's concerned about you going back to work on Monday," Taylor replied. I turned and faced him. "Oh? Did he say something?" Taylor nodded. "As we were cleaning up the yard for the night he mentioned about you having to return to work on Monday." "I hate like hell having to go back to work. It would be nice to have the advantage he and Dennis both have. However, I won't even allow myself to think of how many years it's going to be before I can retire." "Wasn't Grandpa fifty-five?" "That's right, and I will have to wait until I'm that age as well." "You can't retire after twenty years?" It was Taylor who asked the question. I nodded. "I could, but it wouldn't be enough to live on. No, I'm going to have to wait for time to pass." "Maybe the campground will make money for us. That way, you could retire early." "I'm not so sure that will happen, Brandon." "All the same, Brandon might be right." "Maybe you're both right. Guess we'll have to hang around and see what happens." I was quiet for a moment, caught up with a different thought completely. Finally I spoke what was on my mind. "I want to talk with you two about something." "Okay," Taylor said, and Brandon added, "We're listening." "Guys, I want to make sure something is clear between us." "Again, we're listening," Brandon said. I looked from one to the other. "I just want to make something very clear around here. I don't want any problems to arise. Between the three of us," I added. "What's on your mind, Dad?" Brandon asked when I remained quiet. "It's about the sex we've shared. I want to make damn sure we're all on the same page with it. There can be no room for jealousy of any kind. You guys agree with that statement?" They both gave me a nod, and I continued. "There's enough love to go around here, and I hope you both realize it. I guess what I'm trying to say is just this: I would never, and I mean never do a thing to cause trouble between anyone. Do I make myself clear on that?" "I'm good with it," Taylor assured me. I turned and faced my son. "How about you, Brandon?" "Has Dennis been talking to you?" he asked. "I talk with your uncle a lot." "Still, did he tell you about the other night? When he and I spent the night together?" "Again, are you okay with everything that happens here at this house?" "Okay, since you seem to know the answer to your question already, I will try and explain my feelings. Yeah, I went to Dennis the other night, and yeah, I sort of had some mixed feelings about you and Taylor spending the night with Grandpa." Taylor leaned forward. "Brandon, you've got to know something: I will never try and take your place. This family is your family, and I would never do a thing to try and take your place. You have to believe that!" Brandon leaned around me and placed a hand on Taylor's knee. "I do believe that, Taylor. It's true," he said leaning back, "I did have some mixed feelings when I went in to talk to Dennis. We had a good long talk, and afterward everything was good." "Knowing our uncle the way we both know him, I'm certain everything was good for you. Wasn't it?" I ended giving my son a smile. "Oh, it was definitely good afterward," he assured me. "In fact, after he had finished fucking me, I slept like a log." "And you're being honest now, Brandon? About how you really feel?" For an answer, my son stood to his feet and pulled me with him. "I'll show you how I really feel about it. I want you to go upstairs and fuck Taylor like crazy. While I watch," he added. He grinned at me wickedly. Taylor stood to his feet. "I'll vote for that one myself. Let's go," he said and headed for the stairs. "You two go on up, and I'll join you shortly. I need to shut things down first." I watched as the two climbed the stairs two at a time. They didn't seem to have a care in the world. And it was good they didn't. After making sure the outside doors were locked, I turned the lights off and headed up the stairs myself. When I walked into the bedroom where the two of them were, I discovered they were already naked and under the covers. "I see it didn't take you guys long. Have you started without me?" Taylor threw the sheet back, allowing me to see both of them in all of their naked glory. "We haven't exactly started without you, as you put it; however, we have been stroking some." His fingers were wrapped around his hard cock, the thick red bush peeking from underneath his fist. "We're getting these cocks primed," Brandon told me. "It looks like you've succeeded." I quickly pulled my clothes off and crawled in the bed naked and between the two. I turned and faced my son first. I wanted to give him the first kiss. My lips found his, and my tongue went inside, searching for his. We kissed hard and our hands roamed down our backs, his on mine, mind, his. I felt his dick slide between us. He had leaked pre cum into my crotch hair long before I turned over to face Taylor. As I held my son, I felt Taylor come up behind me. He wrapped his arms around us both, and his dick forced its way inside my hairy crack. Like my son, Taylor was already leaking pre cum as well. He was doing a good job of greasing my crack with his dick. I pushed hard into his body until I could feel his thick red pubes scratching my ass cheeks. "You keep that up, and I won't be the one doing the fucking," I warned. "I didn't say he had to fuck you first," Brandon reminded. "That's a good idea, Taylor. Fuck my dad first. That way I can crawl inside him and add my cum to your spunk." I looked at my son. "That's what you really want?" He nodded. "It is, Dad." I pushed once more against Taylor. "Then fill my hairy hole with your junk, Taylor," I ordered. "While my son watches you do it," I added giving Brandon another kiss. I shivered when I felt Taylor rub a thick glob of gel up inside my hole. Each time his finger worked inside me, I couldn't keep from pushing into him, forcing the digit to go further up me. "Fuck, Taylor, if your finger feels that good in my ass, I can hardly wait for you to dick me." I could hear him applying lube heavily to his dick. "Turn over, Steve," he said. "I want to see your face as I fuck you." I quickly did as he asked. Of the many different positions I held while fucking, as well as getting fucked, on my back was probably my favorite one of all. I loved to watch the body of the person fucking me. Taylor crawled between my legs. Brandon reached across me and motioned for me to raise my legs. He helped with the movement, and soon my slippery hairy hole was staring Taylor in the face. I felt him push his head inside. "Give me your dick," I begged. And he did. One shove and Taylor bottomed inside me, his cock pushed up against my prostate. In a matter of seconds I felt as if I could cum. That boy definitely knew how to give his partner complete satisfaction, even if he was just eighteen years old. "Oh, God, Taylor. Your dick." I couldn't say another word. "What about my dick, Steve?" "It feels so fucking good," I moaned. "Good. Are you ready for an ass pounding?" "Oh, yeah, fuck me, Taylor." Brandon lay on the bed beside me, leaving my legs resting against Taylor's shoulders. My son placed his face close to me, his chin resting on my furry chest. I felt his tongue leaving a wet trail around one of my hairy nipples as he teased it. He went back and forth between the two, driving me crazy with his wet touch. While my ass was being attacked by a thick monster surrounded by bright red hair, my son wrapped his fingers around my dick and began stroking me. His touch was like magic. "God, Brandon, you keep that up, and I'm going to cum before I can fuck you." Brandon didn't say a word. Instead, he began jacking my dick harder, faster. Each pump of his fist landed in the middle of my dense brown bush, driving me closer and closer to the edge. Taylor suddenly groaned. "I'm going to cum," he warned." His words, and my son's touch, were enough to send me over the edge. Just as the first wave of spunk covered the walls of my hairy ass, the first thick rope of cum flew out of my cock. As Brandon kept on jacking me, I shot more and more of my hot cream out. It covered his fist and began to run through his fingers, ending in my matted down crotch fur. Now I had not only an ass full of cum, but my crotch was covered with it as well. Taylor suddenly pulled out of me. "Hey, what are you doing?" I asked. "Wait and see." I felt his mouth against my leaking hole. Suddenly his tongue was inside me, working its way through the cum he had just put there. He rose up and motioned for Brandon to move over beside him. "Here you go, Brandon," he said, "this is for you." As my son and I watched, Taylor spit cum from his mouth; his cum. He quickly reached down and covered my son's dick with his spunk. "Fuck your dad with this," he said. "That's fucking hot; using your cum for lube." Still on my back, I watched as my son crawled between my legs. This time Taylor was the one to force my legs back enough to allow Brandon to go deep right away. And he did. I felt my son bury all the way inside me. His hairy nut sac lay at the end of my crack. I could feel those two fur covered balls rub against me. "Fuck, Brandon, I can feel your hairy bush against me. That is so fucking hot; love your body hair against me," I added softly. "Going to fuck you hard, Dad," he whispered. "Going to mix my cum with Taylor's," he added. "Yeah, I want to watch you pound your dad," Taylor groaned. "Dick him good, Bud. Make him feel ever inch of your hard wood." Brandon's eyes were on my face as he began moving in and out of my cum-filled hole. Each time he entered me it took my breath away. My son had no reason to be ashamed of his size. None of the men in our family did. Not even Dennis, who was not blood relation at all. "You're so fucking big," I groaned. "You okay, Dad?" "Fuck, yeah, I'm okay. Give me your dick, Son." "God, it so hot watching the two of you fuck," Taylor groaned. I turned my head enough to allow me see him. The boy was already hard for the second time. "You're already hard," I said. "I can't help it. Watching the two of you fuck is too damned hot." Between thrusts Brandon muttered, "I'm sure Dad won't mind a second fuck from you after I'm finished with him." "Long as I can hold cum, go for it, fellows." Brandon picked up his speed and began pounding my ass hard. Each time he slammed my body I could feel his pubic bush tease my skin. It made me so hot feeling all that body hair tickle me; hell, I might just shoot another load before the night was over, I thought. The harder he fucked me, the louder my son groaned. "Going to cum, Dad," he warned. "Going to fill your hole with my seed," he added. I felt hot cum inside me. I forced the muscles in my ass to clamp down around his hairy root, causing his body to shiver as he lay connected to me. "Shit, I need a tight hole," Taylor moaned. "Can I fuck one of you?" Brandon looked down at me. "Are you up for another round?" he asked. "Always." Brandon pulled out of me. I heard a sucking sound and realized some of the cum followed him. "We may have to change the sheets before we can sleep tonight," I decided. "That's all right. I know where you keep them." Saying that, Taylor took Brandon's place between my legs and he pushed the head of his dick against my cum-hole. Expecting him to enter me, I was surprised when he pulled back. "Wait," he said. "Steve, I want you to ride my cock; to sit on me." I was surprised by his request. "Are you sure about that? I'm pretty sure I'm going to leak like crazy if I sit up." "That's all right; I love cum in my bush. Especially other men's cum," he added. "All right then, here I come." Taylor lay with his back on the bed, and I quickly straddled him. I tried to keep my ass clinched in order not to lose any more cum than I had to. I lowered my body until I felt his dick head pushing against my hole. I paused a second and then opened up and swallowed him whole. In a matter of a second, maybe two, my butt was resting against his sticky pubes. I couldn't keep the cum from crawling out. I could feel his bush becoming wet beneath me. "I'm leaking," I said. "I knew I would." He pushed into me. "It's okay, Steve. I love feeling the cum leak out of you. Especially knowing it belongs to both Brandon and me." I began riding Taylor's cock like a mad man, completely ignoring the cum that continued to leak from me, causing his cock fur to grip his skin tightly. I rode and rode, enjoying the feel of my cock as it grew in size and began slapping the tight muscles that made up his stomach. "Shit, Dad, you're getting hard again," Brandon pointed out. "No shit, Sherlock." I gave my son a grin. "Maybe I'll fuck you next." "You'll get no objection from me. Take care of Taylor first." And I did. I don't know where I got the energy to ride him the way I did. I rode the boy's cock like a stallion, loving the feel of his hairy crotch each time my ass landed in the middle of it. "Cum, Taylor," I ordered. "Fill my hairy hole with that hot thick load," I added. "Give it to me, Boy!" And did he ever! His dick thickened up inside my tunnel, and I felt thick hot cream added to what had already cooled down, but still resting deep inside me. "Oh, fuck!" he cried out. "God!" I sat there for a minute or two after he had finished shooting off inside me. Looking down, I couldn't help but admire the look on his face. He had the look of a man that was completely satisfied. I couldn't help but feel good about myself, knowing I had helped him achieve that satisfaction. Yeah, maybe he was young enough to still be considered a boy, but at this moment, he had just finished a man's job. Brandon brought me back to reality by saying, "Are you ready to fuck me, Dad?" "Hell, yes, I'm ready. See how hard I am just thinking about it?" I rose up enough to allow Taylor's dick slip out of me. Looking at my son, I asked, "How and where, Brandon?" "I kind of like being on my back when I'm fucked," he said. Like father, like son, I thought. "Let me between your legs, then. Have I told you how hot it is to watch your bush press into mine? Nothing is hotter than to watch our body hair blend in. I love looking through all that hair and watching as my dick pushes inside your hole. Is that hot, or what?" "Definitely hot," Taylor said from his side of the bed. As he spoke, I watched him play with the cum that had leaked out of me and fallen into his red cock curls. "Then be prepared to get hot and bothered as you watch me fuck my son." As I began working my cock in and out my son's hairy hole, I couldn't escape the hot scene Taylor was displaying. While Brandon and I fucked, Taylor scooped up some of the cum from his bush and spread it all along his now hard cock. As we fucked, he began jacking his dick, his eyes never leaving the two of us; my body attacking my son's. "That's some hot fucking," he muttered as he watched us. "It's hot watching you jack your dick while I fuck Brandon, too," I groaned. My eyes returned to Brandon and settled on his face. I loved watching as I fucked his luscious body. He was so loving, so trusting, and I wanted to let him feel all of the love I had for him; not as just my son, but as a lover as well. I truly loved Brandon with all of my heart, and I knew I always would. "God, Dad, you're about to make me cum!" Brandon screamed the words out. "Let's cum together, Son," I begged. "How close are you?" "I – now!" I pushed one last time inside him, and my cock exploded, filling him with my thick dad juice. I was one spurt behind my son, his cum shooting out between us, mine filling his tight wet hole. "Fuck!" I heard the word muttered from across the bed and realized Taylor had shot another load as well. I looked and saw a puddle of fresh cum added to what was already beginning to dry in the red curls that surrounded his cock. For a moment or two none of us moved. Taylor remained still, his fingers still wrapped around his softening cock. I was still buried inside my son's cum-filled hole, with a dick that was starting to grow soft as well. Finally I pulled out. "I don't know about you fellows, but this old man is ready for some shut eye." Taylor sat up in bed and gave me a kiss on the mouth. "You're a lot of things, but an old man, you are not." I returned his kiss. "Thanks for the vote of confidence. Sometimes I need that." I turned and gave Brandon a kiss. I love you, son." "Love you, too, Dad." I gave both boys a grin. "Truth be known, I love both my boys. I hope that's okay." "Okay by me," Brandon assured me. "Well, it's definitely okay with me," Taylor declared. The three of us lay in bed, paying no attention to all of the cum that had leaked out onto the sheet. It was only a matter of minutes before we had succumbed to sleep. End part 43 Mark Stevens