Date: Mon, 25 Feb 2013 17:12:11 -0800 (PST) From: Jerlar Subject: New Shower 45 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. I appreciate you, and I know Nifty appreciates your support! Mark Stevens New Shower 45 Steve I came down to breakfast Thursday morning and found Dad and Dennis already at the table, each with a cup of coffee before them. I poured a cup for myself and joined them. "You two must be eager to get your day started," I greeted. "There are still a lot of loose ends to tie up before tomorrow," Dad answered. "I keep telling him there's nothing to worry about, but you know how he is." I gave my father a smile. "Yeah, I know exactly how he is." "I still wish we had built the store first," Dad declared. "I think, all things considering, you've done a hell of a job, Dave," my uncle pointed out. "After all, you're going to have bread, milk, beer, and pop in the office. Along with some of the more important staples," he added. "I think since you've hard some extra help, we should have the real store up and running by July 4th," I said. "Aren't you planning on pouring the concrete next week?" Dad nodded. "The forms are supposed to be laid on Tuesday. The water line and plumbing the next two days; hopefully by Friday we'll be ready to pour the slab." "How long do we have to wait before we can actually start the frame work?" Dennis asked. "According to my concrete man," Dad said, "the temperature has to be above freezing. Preferably fifty degrees or higher," he added. "It's definitely passed that point," I replied. "Yes, it is. Normally if it's around the fifty degree mark, you're supposed to wait after it's poured between thirty and sixty days. However, with the weather we've been having, we'll most likely have to wait about a week or little over before starting with the framing." I calculated the number of days between now and the 4th of July. "I think we can still make it by the 4th." "It'll take some hard work," Dad declared. Dennis agreed. "True; still, I think it's something the five of us, along with the men you've hired, can make happen." Dad drained his coffee cup and stood to his feet. "We're not going to get anything done this way. I'm going to start breakfast." Dennis, who was sitting to the right of me, placed a hand on my arm and said, "Hell of a way to spend your vacation, huh?" "It may sound crazy, but I'm actually having a good time." I had taken two weeks off from work. Each day I worked in the campground, I found myself becoming a little more envious of Dad and Dennis. Not that I wanted my life to pass any quicker than it was, but I found myself wishing quite often that I was retired like the two of them. "While we're on the topic of the store, you two need to help me remember the beer delivery is coming sometime today, as well as the pop and other groceries." "If the two of you have plans, I can be here for the delivery," I volunteered. "That would be good, Steve," Dad said as he placed bacon in the skillet to cook. "I have to run to town for some supplies we need to finish that shelving in the bunkhouse." "Do you have anything planned for Brandon and Taylor?" I asked. "Oh, they're in my charge," Dennis said. "I plan on working their ass into the ground." "You do realize there's actually work to do?" I gave my uncle a shitty grin. "Not time for hot sex; even though I will admit that you are very good at that." Dennis pretended to pout. "Damn, you ruin all of my fun," he complained. I went to the refrigerator and pulled out some eggs. I gave them to Dad and said, "I'll start working on toast." "Do I need to get the younger two up?" Dennis wanted to know. "Please, be my guest," I told him. "It's time those two were down here." After my uncle had disappeared up the stairs, Dad said, "I really appreciate your help, Steve." "Oh, I think you could manage breakfast without me." "I'm not talking about helping here in the house. It's the campground I'm referring to. You helped to make it happen, and I really appreciate it." "We've all helped," I pointed out. "That's right; still, it's not easy to hold down a full time job and do what you've been doing. Using your vacation the way you have," he added. "I just wanted you to know how I feel about it." I pushed the toast down in the toaster and joined Dad in front of the stove. I pulled him to me and kissed him on the mouth. Stepping back, I said, "Don't you know I would be willing to do anything you asked?" My father followed my kiss with one of his own. "I know that, Son. I hope you realize I would do the same for you." The toast popped up. "I know, Dad." I walked over and pulled the bread from the toaster. I put four more slices in and had finished buttering the last piece when Dennis returned to the kitchen with Brandon and Taylor on his heels. "Damn, it's like raising the dead to get these two up," he complained. "Depends on what kind of `up' you referring to," Brandon teased his uncle. "Well, obviously this morning was the wrong kind." "Food's ready," Dad called out. "Let's eat." Over the meal we talked about our day, and Dad reminded the younger two what the order of business was for the day. "No fair. Why should Dad be the one to hang around here until that delivery's made?" Brandon asked. He gave me a grin and added, "Don't try and get it on with the delivery guy." "In your dreams," I grinned back. "The cooling cases have been going for a couple of days," Dad said. "They should be ready for the pop and beer and milk. Oh, and Steve, I almost forgot; the ice delivery is coming sometime today as well." "Wow, two chances to have hot sex," Taylor retorted. "Again, in your dreams," I repeated. Later, the meal finished I announced I would clean the kitchen up. "After all, if I've got to remain close by until those deliveries arrive, I might as well be here working." Left alone in the house, I went to work putting the kitchen back to order. The dishes done, I searched the refrigerator, making sure fixings for sandwiches were there. Finding sliced ham, I decided to head outside. The business phone rang. I was greeted by the beer company, asking if they could deliver right away. I assured them someone would be there to meet the driver. I left the house and drove in my truck down to the entrance of the park. I walked inside the office building and was greeted by the smell of newness. I took a deep breath. I loved smelling new wood and paint. Looking around the room, I took everything in. At first, with only a desk and upright filling cabinet the office had seemed pretty good size. Now, with the cooling boxes for the beer and pop and milk, the space had become a little crowded. Dennis had installed a few shelves on two sides of the building where we would keep a few things like flour, sugar and oils, along with bottles of mustard and salad dressings; those kinds of items, until the store could be built next door. The telephone on the desk rang. It was the company supplying the soft drinks. I told them I was available for delivery. They ask for directions, and I gave them out, making them as simple as possible. Half an hour later I heard the sound of a truck outside. I stepped out the door and discovered a beer truck driving through the gate. It stopped beside the office. A man stepped down from the cab, and I greeted him with a smile. "I see you found us," I said. "Yeah, no problem at all," he answered. "Is this where you want everything dropped off?" "It is; for now. Hopefully by midsummer we'll have our store built. It's going to connect with the office here." "Nice set up," he commented as he headed for the side of his truck. I watched him pull a dolly down and begin loading it up with beer. When he had it full, I held the door open so he could push through. "Smells new," he said coming inside. I assured him it was, adding the entire park was going to be new when it opened up for business tomorrow. The man unloaded the dolly and headed for the door. "Normally I will stock your box up for you. This time, with everything new the way it is, I'll let you arrange things how you like them. Next time I'll take care of it. By the way, my name's Doug," he added as he opened the door. "I'm Steve." "Nice knowing you, Steve," Doug said and walked out the door. "Same here," I said, but the door closed before I could get the words out. When he had brought the last load in, Doug asked, "So, tell me, Steve, is this going to be a private facility? Or, can anyone use it?" "It's private, yet open to the public. By that, I simply mean the park will be for men only. If they have sons who are eighteen or older, they are welcomed as well." "No women?" "Absolutely not," I assured him. "We have created this place so that men may come here for peace and relaxation. Groups will be welcomed, as well as individual guests." "Sounds interesting," Doug commented. I pulled the top drawer of the desk open and brought out the check book. "Tell you what," I said opening it up, "let me pay you first. If you're interested, I can give you a quick tour before you leave." Doug handed me his invoice. "I think I would like that. Steve, is it?" I nodded. "It is." I filled the check out and handed it to him. "Let's go," I said. "You want to load the cooler first?" "I can do it when I get back. The park doesn't officially open until tomorrow at noon." Outside I told Doug we could take my truck. "It's quite a walk," I said. I started the truck's engine and headed out slowly down the newly made road. I pointed to the side of the office where the store would be built. Next came the cabins; six on each side of the road. Just pass them, the road split and went around both sides of the shower house. "There are six shower heads with five commodes and six sinks. With plenty of hot water, I might add. Would you care to see the inside of it?" "I'm good. Sounds really nice, though," Doug remarked. "Eventually we're going to have two of these buildings. For now, one will have to do." I drove to the right of the building and pointed to a larger building on the left. "That's the bunkhouse," I said. "It's for larger groups and will hold ten people easily." I pointed to a covered structure next to the bunkhouse. "That's one of our hot tubs." I stopped the truck and shut the engine off. "I want to show you this." I led Doug up a wooden ramp where we disappeared from the view of the road. "Kind of private like," he remarked. I nodded and said, "It is. You see, we're not going to allow clothing of any kind in the tubs. Material plays hell with the chemicals. Hence, the reason for privacy," I ended. Doug gave me a smile. "Sounds good to me," he said. "I forgot to point out the other hot tub. I'll show it to you on our way out." "I really like this set up," Doug declared. I studied him closely for a minute. "You think you might be interested?" "I might. How expensive are the cabins?" I gave him a price. "Hell, that's not bad at all." "If you came, would you bring a guest or come alone?" "Probably alone; at least the first visit," he said. "Are any of the cabins still available?" "Two left," I answered. "Can I see inside one?" "Sure. Just so you know, you'll have to bring your bedding and towels; also the soap of your choice. All we furnish is hot water and a place to clean up." "That's cool." We walked to my truck. I turned around and drove back the way we had just come. Going this direction, I stopped at the last cabin in the row. "I can show you two things this way," I said. I opened the door to the cabin and let him walk inside. "This is nice," he said looking around the room. Against the back wall of the cabin was a full sized bed. Beside it was a small table with a lamp on top. Just to the left of the door was a small round table with two chairs. "There's no water in the cabins," I pointed out. "There is, however, heat and cooling." "Are you planning on being open the year round?" "At this point, we're not actually sure what we're going to do. At any rate, we wanted to be ready just in case." We left the cabin, and I pointed out the other hot tub. "It's rather handy. I like that." "They are both up and running even though we only have twenty reservations for the weekend. Twenty-one now," I added giving Doug a smile. "Take me back to the office, and I'll give you a deposit." "I'll see you tomorrow evening," he said a little later as he headed for his truck. Later in the morning Dennis and the boys dropped by the office. "Did I see you giving someone a tour?" Dennis asked. "You did. The driver of the beer truck was interested, so I took him around the campground. He made a reservation for the weekend." "That's great." "Yep, we now have twenty-one guests." A truck drove through the gate for the second time that morning. This time it was the arrival of soft drinks. "Is this the right place?" the driver asked as he stepped inside the office. I told him it was, and a short time later he brought our order inside. He told me the same thing Doug had. "I usually stock the coolers, but this time I'll let you do it. Next time I come, I'll see how you've arranged things, and I'll do the restocking for you." The man went about his work, and unlike Doug, didn't express any interest in the campground. He just brought the soft drinks in, collected his money and left. As the pop truck was leaving, a smaller truck came through the gate, bringing ice with him. He also didn't express any interest in our business. He filled our ice box with bags of ice, took his money, and left. "Oh well, one customer out of three; not bad," I added as I gave Brandon a smile. "Was the beer guy hot?" my son asked. I shrugged my shoulders. "I guess I never thought about it. I just showed him the grounds, and when he showed interest, we came back to the office, and he paid his deposit." "You're no fun." I gave my son a slap on the ass. "That's not what you usually say," I reminded. "Perhaps you'll change your mind when you see him in the hot tub. The beer guy, I mean," he added. I headed for the door. "Let's go eat. I think I heard Grandpa's truck just now." Because we now had merchandise in the make shift store slash office, I pulled a key from my pocket and locked the door. At Brandon's look, I said, "Well, we're almost in business now, so we'd better do things right." <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< That night the three of us, Dad, Dennis, and me, had decided to spend the night together and give Brandon and Taylor privacy as well. The younger two, I don't think, had any qualms or worries about the following day. My father, on the other hand, was getting butterflies the size of dive bombers, inside his stomach. Now that we were to the point of opening up for business, he had become full of worry and doubt. "It's going to be all right," I had tried to assure him at the supper table. "I've tried the same thing, Kid," my uncle said. "I think you should spend tonight with him; try to convince him otherwise." "If it's okay, I think I'd like for the three of us to be together," Dad said. Dennis looked across the table at me. "That okay with you?" he asked. "No complaint from me," I hastened to assure him. "Let's hurry up and finish our meal," my uncle said giving me a big grin. Later, the meal finished, the dishes done, the three of us had headed for the stairs. "You two don't stay up too late," I called out. "Yeah, tomorrow's a big day," Dad said. Of course, Dennis, being the loveable person he was, had to say, "Just have a hell of a good time, whatever you decide to do with yourselves." "I'm sure we'll come up with something," Brandon assured his uncle, and Taylor called out in agreement as well. Once inside my father's bedroom, the three of us stripped our clothes off and quickly got into bed. I lay in the middle, enjoying the feel of a hairy body on either side of me. "Dad, you do realize things are going to be all right, don't you? I'll admit twenty-one guests is a long ways from being full; still, for the first weekend, I think it's pretty damned good." My father had to admit I made good sense. "I keep telling him the same thing," Dennis chimed in. "Word of mouth is even better than advertising in every newspaper in the county," he continued. "Once these guys give us a try, I feel pretty sure they will spread the word to their friends." Dad let a sigh escape. "I know you both are right. We've worked our tails off, and I don't want to see us flop on our face." "Well, Dave, there may be some flopping, as you refer to it, on the campground; however, I think it's going to be the good kind, if you get my drift." Dad smiled across the bed at both of us. "You two are right. I'm going to shut up." "So he keeps saying," Dennis retorted. "Steve, why don't you give your old man something to shut him up?" he suggested. "I've been thinking about that," I said. "Stop thinking and do it," Dennis ordered. I rose up between the two. "Okay, here's what I want to happen. Dennis, I want you to fuck Dad. Crawl between us and push you hairy cock inside him. I'm going to fuck you from behind. I've thought about this all day, and I came to this conclusion: You fuck Dad and I'll fuck you. That will put us in the right pecking order. Literally," I added. The bed moved as Dennis and I traded places. With my uncle between Dad and me, I watched him force my father to turn over in bed with his back to us. Dennis wrapped his arms around Dad, his brother in law, and held him tightly. "God, I love you, Dave," he whispered softly. "We both love you," he added. "You guys know exactly how I feel," Dad said softly. I wrapped my arms around my uncle, pulling him into my body. My hairy chest was rubbing the fur that spread thickly along his back. My cock leaped immediately, coming to life and searched for a place to hide. "I love you both. So fucking much," I groaned. "I can't remember when I didn't love you." Dennis covered my father's neck and back with wet kisses, and I responded the same way with my uncle. My lips kissed ever inch of his neck, and as I started down his back, the thick hair that covered him began tickling my tongue. I continued working my way downward until I came to the hairy crack that separated his fur covered cheeks. I pulled them a part and created a wet trail, my tongue lapping eagerly around the hairy opening. The thick black hair that grew there looked hot and inviting, creating a desire in me to push through the brush and bury myself balls deep, inside him. "Hand me the lube," Dennis groaned. I stopped long enough to do as he asked. Giving him the bottle, I returned to licking his hairy ass. A moment later I heard both my father and uncle groan, and I knew Dennis had planted himself inside my Dad's ass. I desired the same experience. I found the bottle and quickly pushed a glob of lube inside Dennis. Then greasing my dick heavily, I pushed against him. My head slipped inside, and I quickly slid the rest of the way until my pubic brush was pressed tightly against my uncle's hairy flesh. "Oh, God!" he cried out. "Fuck me," Dad begged my uncle. I felt Dennis began making slow movements in and out of Dad's hole. I could tell how much he enjoyed being inside my father. I was experiencing the same thing with my uncle. "Yeah, fuck my ass, Kid," Dennis groaned. The bed shook as the three of us fucked each other. The noise we made was loud enough I'm sure Brandon and Taylor heard us. I slammed Dennis hard, and he pounded Dad's ass. It was such a hot sight watching the three of us fuck that I knew I wouldn't last long. I felt my cock swell up and realized I was about to shoot inside my uncle's hairy hole. "I'm going to shoot," I warned. Dennis cried out, "Oh, God!" The muscles in his ass clinched my dick, making me realize he was dropping his load in my father at the same time. "Damn, I love your cum in my ass," Dad groaned. Dennis pushed against me and said, "I feel your hot load, Kid." Afterward we lay with our cocks buried in cum-filled holes. It felt absolutely awesome to feel my dick covered with my cum. Finally I pulled out of my uncle. "What the hell are you doing?" he asked when he felt my mouth between his slick cheeks. "I'm going to suck my cum from you and put it on Dad's cock. I thought it would be hot to jack his dick, using my cum for lube." I pressed my face against his slippery crack and slowly began sucking the cum from his ass; my cum. When I had a mouth full, I pulled away and jumped off the bed. I hurried around to Dad's side and motioned for my uncle to move over. When he did, I forced my father on his back. Looking down was such a hot sight for me. The thick hair around his cock, which now had quite a bit of gray in it, never failed to make me hot and this time was no different. Still holding my cum in my mouth, I reached down and wrapped a hand around his dick. With my other hand, I gently tugged at his bush, enjoying the feel of that thick hair. I leaned over and dropped the cum from my mouth. I watched it slowly run from my father's thick mushroom head and travel down the hard shaft. Raising my head up, I said, "I'm going to jack you off with my cum, Dad. I think you'll like that," I added. "Fuck, yeah, I love your spunk on my dick," Dad groaned. I covered him completely with my load and began stroking his meat. "Shit," he moaned. "Yeah, lay there and enjoy it, Dad," I said. I began jacking him with a slow motion. Each time my fist stopped at the base of his thick root, my fingers felt a tickling sensation created by the thick growth of hair. When I began stroking him faster, Dad moaned, and started making a fucking motion by raising his ass up to meet my fist. "Damn, Steve, I'm going to shoot," he cried out. "Yeah, Dad, shoot that thick load for me. Cover my hand with your spunk," I added. I felt his cock swell up and watched as the first heavy rope of cum shot out of him and landed on my fingers. By the time he had finished erupting my hand was covered with his load. I leaned down and licked my fingers clean of his hot load. When there was none left, I kissed him on the mouth. "Yeah, Kid, feed your dad both loads," Dennis called from his side of the bed. When I broke the kiss, I asked, "How did you like getting a taste of both our cum?" "Was hot," he agreed. A short time later I crawled between them once more. "You guys ready for round two?" I asked. Dad laughed. "Normally I would say `yes'. However, I think with the big day we all have tomorrow, we'd better try and get a little sleep." I turned and looked at my uncle. "He's no fun." I said giving him a grin. "Oh, I definitely could go another round, but I have to agree with Dave. We're going to have a big day tomorrow." "Well, good night, then." "Dave, do you feel better about the campground now?" It was my uncle who had asked the question. "I do. Thanks, you two. For everything," he added. I snuggled between their two hairy bodies and found myself falling asleep immediately. End 25 Mark Stevens