Date: Sat, 18 May 2013 18:24:11 -0700 (PDT) From: Jerlar Subject: New Shower 50 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 Steve New Shower 50 Sandy and I took a long hot shower together, and even though a lot of touchy feely things went on, that was all that took place between the two of us. When we finished with our bathing, we hurried back to Sandy's cabin where we quickly dressed and headed for our house. Sandy left his car at the cabin and rode with me in my truck. I drove slowly past the office and saw it was still closed. I told Sandy the "help" must be sleeping in and drove through the gate and out into the yard. "I hope we won't disturb anyone," Sandy said. "I'm sure someone's up. If not, we'll get them up," I said with a grin. I shut the engine off and reached for the door. "Let's see what's going on," I said. Stepping on the porch, I opened the door and pushed it back. I motioned for Sandy to enter the house. The smell of bacon met us, and coming into the room behind Sandy, I saw Dad standing at the stove. He greeted us with a smile. "Morning, Fellows. You're just in time for breakfast." Sandy tried to object, but my father interrupted and said, "Nonsense, Sandy. We always have way more than we can eat." I heard foot steps on the stairs and turned to see Dennis slowly making his way down. "Morning, Uncle," I greeted. "Good morning, sleepyheads," he said grinning. "I thought the two of you were going to sleep until noon." Dennis joined us in the kitchen. He gave Sandy a hug. "I'm glad Steve invited you up for breakfast," he said. Dad took the bacon out of the big cast iron skillet. "Dennis told me about the night the three of you shared." Hearing Dad's words, Sandy's face turned a bright red. I gave him a wink and said, "Sandy, did I mention to you that no one in our family is bashful about anything? Whatever crosses their mind, they say it, regardless what the subject might be." "Well, it was a hot night," Dennis defended. "And I definitely enjoyed everything about it," he added. "You could have invited me." As Dad said the words, he pretended to pout. I walked over and gave him a kiss on the mouth. "Next time," I said. Dad scrambled a big pan of eggs and pulled a large tray of biscuits from the oven. "Let's eat," he said. Dennis looked toward the stairs and asked, "What about the other two?" "Let `em sleep," Dad answered. The four of us sat down at the table and began passing the food around. As Sandy placed food on his plate, he remained quiet. "You okay?" I asked him. He nodded his head. "I am," he said. "I fill sort of like an intruder here." Dennis reached across the table and placed a hand on Sandy's. "Don't," he said. "You're part of the family now," he assured him. Dad gave him a smile and said, "Sandy, we all know how you and Steve feel about each other. Dennis is right. You are part of our family now." Dennis took a bite of egg, chewing it rather slowly. Then he asked, "Are we assuming too much? Do you even want to be a part of our family? Given the fact that you know our family is a bit different than most families," he added with a grin. Dad took a sip from his coffee cup. "I'm sorry, Sandy," he said. "If I've made you uncomfortable in any way that was not my intention." Sandy remained silent a bit longer. Then looking at me, he smiled. "Steve and I had this same discussion earlier this morning. About your family and its differences," he added. "I like to think of us as being unique," Dennis spoke up. "We love each other very much." "I can see that you do," Sandy agreed. "May I say something?" Dad asked. Sandy nodded his head. "You and Steve have known each other for almost a year, and I'm pretty certain the two of you love each other. Would I be right to assume that?" We both gave a nod, and I said, "You're right, Dad, we do love each other." Dad continued. "So, tell me, Sandy, how do you really feel? Can you be in love with my son and still allow him to have a physical relationship with the rest of the family? And be okay with everything?" "Steve has asked me if I could be in an exclusive relationship only. I told him I would not have a problem with it." "I know it must seem not to be exclusive, given the fact we interact with each other sexually," Dennis said. "However, to us, we think of it as such." "I did ask Steve if he were comfortable having so many partners in your circle. I understand all of you have a great deal of trust in each other." "We do, Sandy," Dad agreed. "I know without a doubt that you were the first person Steve has had sex with out of our family group." "And you're okay with that?" Again dad nodded. "I am," he answered. "I trust my son completely, and I know that he trusts you. If he felt comfortable with what went on between you two, then the rest of us are okay with it as well." "We used a rubber," Sandy pointed out. "That's what I was talking about. Like I said, I trust Steve completely." "I plan on getting tested," Sandy went on. "That's not necessary," I hastened to assure him. "I want to. And I'll give you my word. Once the test is back I will not become involved with anyone else sexually." "Well, I hope you don't exclude everyone," Dennis grinned. "Behave yourself, Dennis!" Dad admonished. Sandy surprised us all by saying, "Dennis can't behave. No one wants him to." I smiled at Sandy. "Especially you, right?" Sandy's face became red once more, and he said, "Especially me." "Of course now, Sandy, you can stay in the house. You no longer qualify for a cabin," Dad told him. "I couldn't do that," he objected. "You can and you will," I declared. "Then I insist on helping out around here." "You can count on that, Mister!" Dennis laughed. "We're going to work your ass off," Dad said. I disagreed with my father. "No, we're not. His ass is great for fucking. It's not going anywhere except to bed with the family." "I've been keeping my eye on that tight ass," Dad said as he pushed his empty plate to the side. "It is something else," Dennis agreed. "I saw quite a bit of it during the night." "It is tight," I said with a grin. Dad stood to his feet. "I would love to try it out, but it's time to open up the store. Perhaps later," he said. "Perhaps you shouldn't assume so much," Dennis pointed out to his brother in law. Again Sandy surprised us all with the words he spoke. "I'm sure something can be worked out," he said. "Or should I say `worked in'?" "He's already talking like he's family," my uncle replied. I asked, "Dad, why don't I open the store up this morning? I'll give you a little break." "It's okay." "I'll help him," Sandy was quick to say. Dad looked at each of us. Then he said, "I think I'll take you up on your offer. I could use another cup of coffee," he added. "I'll keep your dad company," Dennis said. We'll enjoy our coffee together." "Yeah, I'm sure you'll enjoy the coffee," I teased. I stood to my feet and carried the rest of the empty plates over to the sink. "You ready to head to the store?" I asked Sandy. "Let's do it." A little later, the store open and our first customer out the door with a loaf of bread and milk, Sandy said, "Steve, should I turn my cabin back in?" I gave him a wicked grin. "Does that mean you're going to spend the night with me in the house?" "If I'm invited." "Oh, you're definitely invited," I assured him. "As for the cabin, I think we still have plenty left for the weekend." "I don't think I'm comfortable with keeping my things in a cabin, yet spending the night in your house." "You do whatever makes you comfortable," I quickly assured him. "I think if it's okay with you, I'll go down and move my things out. I would rather it be available, should you need it." "Take my truck," I said pulling the keys from my pocket. "I'll walk. It'll do me good after the breakfast you gave me. Besides, it's a good morning for a walk and my car is still at the cabin." "You just want to try and catch a look at a nice cock," I laughed. "It never hurts to window shop," he reminded me. "That's true," I agreed. "I must admit, I've managed to see quite a few nice thick ones swinging around. Even a few hard ones, too," I added. "It'll get me primed for you," he said as he headed for the door. "As if you need any help," I said giving Sandy a kiss on the lips. <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< That afternoon I left Sandy to run the store, with Dad's promise he would give him a hand should he become over run with campers. I headed for the house to work on our evening meal. Dennis was responsible for most of the meals during the week, and I tried to relieve him on weekends. Steaks had been pulled from the freezer that morning, and those along with a salad and baked potatoes would make up our meal. I was in the kitchen washing potatoes to put in the oven when the door opened and Brandon came inside the house. "Hey," I greeted my son. "How's it going, Dad? Need any help?" "You have time to work on a salad?" He nodded and headed for the refrigerator. He brought everything he needed to the counter and went to work putting it together. "How's your day been?" I began wrapping the potatoes in foil and listened to my son as he described his day. He and Taylor had spent most of the morning cleaning the shower houses and hot tubs. That afternoon they had used my truck and emptied all of the trash receptacles. "I appreciate you helping the way you do, Brandon," I said giving him a smile. "Your grandpa does, too," I added. "I know." Brandon became silent as he worked putting the salad together. I could tell that something was on his mind. I put the potatoes in the oven and turned to my son. "Something on your mind, Brandon?" "Not really." "Hey, this is me you're talking to," I reminded. I stood behind my son and pulled him to me. My arms went around him until they met in the middle of his stomach. I pressed my body hard into his. I whispered words quietly in his ear. "I love you, Brandon." Brandon laid the knife he was using to make the salad on the counter top with a smack. "I know." He leaned back and allowed the back of his head to rest against my chest. "Your words say you love me, but your tone makes me think otherwise. What gives, Brandon?" He turned and faced me. I hugged him tightly. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Nothing's wrong. I'm just being a bit on the stupid side." "Brandon, this is nonsense. Just tell me what's bothering you." "Do you love Sandy?" The words he spoke hit me like a ton of bricks. I suddenly knew what was bothering my son. I planted a kiss on my son's mouth. I kissed him hard and held him close for a long time. Finally I pulled away and looked him in the eye. "Brandon, I will try and be as honest with you as I can. What Sandy and I have, what we've been discovering, is that we do have feelings for each other. Is it love? I think so. But Son, you've got to know that whatever I come to feel for Sandy, he will never replace you. I love you with all my heart. Always have, and always will." "Does Sandy realize just how close our family is? The type of closeness we share with each other?" he added. "He knows, and he's okay with it." "Okay." "Brandon, do you love Taylor?" "I love him. I love being with him. However, I don't love him the same way that I love you." "And that makes me happy. Brandon, I was the first person you were intimate with. That will always be a memory that only the two of us can share. Same as it is for Grandpa and me." "Does it ever bother you that I am having sex with Taylor?" "Of course it doesn't," I hastened to assure him. "I'm glad you have Taylor. Look, I also love Grandpa and Dennis, and I really enjoy having sex with them. I love them in a completely different way than I do you. Or even Taylor," I added. "And now Sandy?" he reminded. "And now Sandy," I agreed. "Okay." "Are you really? Okay, I mean?" "I just didn't want to lose you, Dad." My heart melted. "Brandon, you will never lose me. At least as long as I can remain on this old earth," I said giving him a smile. "That scares me so fucking much." "That you have me for the rest of my life?" "That someday I won't have you around." "Well, not to worry: I'm going to hang around until you're a very old man. By the time I'm gone, you'll be too old to even remember how hot the sex was between the two of us." My son reached down and gave my cock a squeeze. The touch of his fingers through my jean shorts was enough to make me hard immediately. "You're definitely not that old now," he said and gave me a wicked grin. "Do we have time to fuck before dinner is ready?" I looked at the clock on the kitchen wall and pulled my son up the stairs. In literally less than a minute we were both naked and in a bed. I was so full of desire for him that I had no idea whose room, whose bed, we were going to fuck in. Brandon fell onto the bed, and I covered his naked body with mine. I began kissing his forehead and worked my way slowly down one side of his face. I lay between his legs, my cock rubbing against his, my thick crotch hair pressed into Brandon's tight hairy pubes. I could feel the two dicks wetting each other, covering their skin with a thick stream of pre cum. "God, I love you, Brandon," I whispered. "I know. I love you, too, Dad." I continued kissing his body, traveling slowly down until I reached the great prize between his legs. The thick dark curls that grew heavily and wide spread around his dick and down to cover his heavy tight ball sac, tickled my nose as I continued planting kisses on his body. "Oh, Dad," he groaned. "I want you inside me," he whispered. "You want me to bury my cock inside your tight ass?" "Oh, fuck." I felt my son's dick jump between us, and I knew he was ready to be fucked. I pulled away from him and fell on my back. "Ride your dad's cock," I begged. Brandon sat up and reached for the bottle of lube beside the bed. He squeezed a thick glob out and covered ever inch of my dick. Next he squeezed some into my palm and told me to work it up his ass. He placed the bottle on the table and turned so that the lips of his ass were winking at me. I pushed my finger inside, forcing the slippery gel to make way for an easy entrance. I would have no trouble sliding inside my son's hairy hole. Brandon's ass became a little more relaxed each time I massaged it, and soon my son was more than ready for me to fuck him. In fact, he was begging me to plow his ass. "Come on, Dad, give me your dick," he begged. Brandon turned with his back to me and lowered his body until the tip of my dick could feel the moist lips of his ass against its head. I heard him take a breath and suddenly my dick was buried deep inside his ass. His cheeks fell in the middle of my brown pubes. "Oh, yeah, I love feeling your bush next to me, Dad," he groaned. "And I love feeling your ass sitting in all my dick hair," I moaned. As I lay on my back, Brandon began moving his body up and down, teasing my cock with each one of his moves. I did love fucking his ass. "Fuck me, Brandon," I cried out. "Ride my cock like a stallion." And that's exactly what my son did. He forced his ass to attack my dick with such eagerness that had I not known better, I would have thought he hadn't had a good fucking in months. "Fuck!" he cried. He was giving me such a work out I knew I was about ready to fill his ass with my cream. Just as I was getting ready to enjoy the sweet deep sensation of cumming, Brandon suddenly pulled off. Talk about disappointment. My dick felt cheated. "What's wrong?" I asked. "I need to cum, Brandon." He looked down at me and grinned. "You're going to cum all right. I just want you to fuck me in a different position." "Which is?" I watched as Brandon fell on his back beside me on the bed. He spread his legs and told me to crawl between them. Hell, he wasn't going to get any objection from me. I got on my knees and pulled his body closer to me. I pushed his legs up as far as they would go, giving me picture perfect access to my son's hot hairy ass. Over the years little brown hairs had began to grow around Brandon's hole, and now a beautiful brown circle surrounded it like a narrow brown wall. It made me hot with desire just looking at the beautiful sight. I brought the head of my dick next to him, and suddenly I felt the warm walls of his ass bury themselves around my cock. I was in balls deep, my crotch hair pressed tightly into the skin that covered his tight ass. "Fuck!" he groaned. "That's what I'm going to do to you," I whispered. "I'm going to give you the fuck of your life." And I did. Brandon had teased me long and hard the first time I had entered him, and now, all I wanted to do was pound his ass and shoot a huge load of dad cream up him. I pulled him as close to me as was humanly possible and began pounding his ass with everything I had in me. By the time I was ready to shoot, I had my son begging me to "please fill me". My cock gave a hard shudder from deep inside the confines of Brandon's ass, and I felt the beginning sensation that's known as "cumming". It started beneath the thick growth of my cock hair and quickly spread all over my body, even down to the toes on my feet. "Shit, here I cum, Brandon!" I warned. Hearing my words, my son rose and matched each move I made, forcing my dick to go deeper with each thrust. Stars suddenly exploded behind my eyes, and for a second or two I actually thought I had gone blind. I yelled, "Fuck!" "God yes!" Brandon screamed. When I had finished shooting deep inside my son, I pulled his legs down and lay on top him. My dick was still buried inside and surrounded by thick hot cum. I reached between our bodies and pulled out just enough to allow some of my cum to follow. I wiped it on a couple of fingers and pulled them out into the open. I rubbed my fingers all over his hard dick creating a nice lube for jacking. My dick was still hard from fucking and with it still inside my son's ass, I began to slowly jack him off. It was really hot feeling my dick inside his cum-filled hole and his hard hairy cock between my fingers at the same time. Each time I stroked him I poked him with my dick. Less than a dozen strokes later, my son was withering beneath me like a snake. "Oh my God," he groaned. "Jacking has never felt this way before," he whispered. "Just enjoy it, Brandon," I said and continued with my dick poking and my finger jacking. "I'm about to shoot," he warned. I poked him harder and jacked his dick like crazy. Suddenly his cock jumped between my fingers and the first rope of cum flew out and landed between his nipples. By the time I had drained him, a thick white river was slowly crawling downward, leaving a dark wet trail in the thick brown curls that covered his chest. "Shit!" he exclaimed. "Don't you mean cum?" I asked giving him a grin. He just looked at me and smiled. "Brandon?" "Yeah, Dad?" "I hope you know how much I love you; how much I will always love you." "I know that, Dad." "If it is love that I feel for Sandy, are you going to be okay with it?" "I will." "Be honest with me, Brandon. When you have the type of relationship our family has, there can be absolutely no room for jealousy. It just won't work." "We do have a nice family, don't we?" "We certainly do," I agreed. I looked at the clock on the table beside the bed. "And if we don't get our ass up and going, that `family' is going to miss dinner." "They might settle on what we've just had," he said and laughed. "Maybe; maybe not," I grinned. "Either way, I don't want to find out." "Maybe I should hit the shower," Brandon said getting off the bed. "Just get dressed," I said. "I'll do the same. There have been a few times I've had sex and went down for a meal. I find it really hot trying to let the family know I've had sex without actually telling them so." "You're a pervert," he said and reached for his clothes. "I'll take that as a compliment," I said and dressed as well. Before leaving the room, I asked, "So, Brandon, are we okay?" He gave me a kiss and followed me out of the room. "More than," he answered. End part 50