Date: Fri, 31 May 2013 20:44:40 -0700 (PDT) From: Jerlar Subject: New Shower 51 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 51 Steve I pulled off the main road and drove my truck down the lane that ended at our house. It was Friday afternoon and the work week was finally over for me. I found myself envying my dad and uncle more and more, almost to the point of being jealous of the fact they could retire and I couldn't. I jumped from the truck and hurried inside the house. Dad was in the kitchen and greeted me. "How was work?" he asked. "Harder and harder," I answered giving him a grin. Dad cast his eyes downward and then said, "Don't look hard to me." "You do remember it was work you were speaking of, right?" "Don't worry, Steve, it'll happen. Trust me, it'll be here in the blink of an eye," he added. "Yeah, whatever," I said. I walked over and gave him a kiss. "Why are you in the house?" "Is Sandy coming out this weekend?" I gave a nod and said, "He is. This was his week on the drive through, so it will be seven o'clock before he can get here." "I've sort of planned a nice meal this evening. I thought we'd invite him to eat with us." "That's good since he's planning on sleeping in the house this weekend." "Actually I've worked out a plan for tonight. I've convinced Brandon and Taylor to work the gate and store this evening. It will just be the four of us, you, me, Dennis and Sandy." "How did you convince the other two to work? I know how they both enjoy good food." "Well, I sort of used that as leverage. I told them I would see that plenty of food was delivered to them if they would give me a few hours." "Let me get cleaned up," I said heading for the stairs. "Then I'll give you a hand with dinner." "Actually I've got things taken care of down here for the moment," Dad said. "How about me giving you a hand with your shower?" he asked shadowing me up the staircase. "I can always use a hand," I assured him. "I was going to use the shower upstairs. If you're willing to lend a helping hand, I'll go to the shower house instead." Dad quickly turned away. "I'll meet you out there," he said and headed for the kitchen door. I hurried upstairs to my room and quickly stripped my work clothes off my body. I threw a robe on and hurried out to join my father. When I opened the door to the shower house, I discovered Dad standing under a steamy shower, the water making little rivers as it traveled though the thick hair on his body. "It's about time," he said and held out his arms. I dropped my robe to the floor and joined him, enjoying the feel of his naked hairy skin rubbing my own hairy flesh. "Ah, Dad," I moaned pulling him close to me. "It's been a while since we've had some time together. God, I've missed being with you, Steve." "We're together now. Dad, I need you to fuck me. I've missed your cock inside my ass," I groaned. Dad had been semi hard when I had joined him in the shower house, but now he was at full mast. I looked down and saw his beautiful thick cock standing proudly, surrounded by his thick brown bush. The water had matted those luscious tendrils to his body, and I longed to run my fingers though those wet curls. I reached down and placed my hand against his wet mat. The tangled fur wrapped itself around my fingers and filled me with desire. I wanted him. I needed him in the worst way. I wrapped my arms around his body and pulled him close to me. "I love you, Dad," I whispered. "I love you, Steve. I always have," he added quietly. "I need you. Fuck me," I begged. "You want your dad's cock?" "Fuck, yeah. Give it to me," I pleaded. Dad kissed me roughly on the mouth, and I felt his body language change as passion began its control over him. Between us I felt his dick leap with the same desire his body was feeling. I pulled him from the shower and led him over to the counter where the sinks were. I maneuvered my body until I was sitting on the edge of the counter top. I spread my legs a part and motioned for Dad to enter me. I watched my father grease his leaking cock with gel, and when he touched my hairy opening with the head I thought I would pass out. "Push it in me, Dad," I begged. And he did. His tool was coated heavily with lube, and the lips of my ass sucked him in, swallowing hungrily, refusing to be satisfied until those lips were kissing the hairy brush that spread thickly around that dad dick. "Fuck your ass feels good," Dad groaned. "Fuck yeah," I whispered. "I've wanted your dick." Dad threw my legs over his shoulders, and with his hands, pulled my body closer to his. He began pounding my ass, driven by the need to fill my hole with his cream. I watched as he fucked me. He had such a look on him, one that I had never seen before. As I leaned back and enjoyed the fuck he was giving me, I suddenly realized what caused the look. The mirror behind me was allowing my father to enjoy the entire fuck scene. "You like watching this in the mirror, don't you, Dad? You can see your dick slamming my hole, and it's making you fucking crazy, isn't it?" "Shit, yeah, it is," he moaned. "I can see my hairy dick going in your hole, and it makes me want to cum like crazy." "Then do it, Dad. Fill my ass with your dad cream," I begged. Dad began slamming me harder, and for a brief moment I had to wonder if he was going to force the counter top away from the wall. I didn't have long to think about that possibility. I felt Dad's cock give a shudder inside, and I knew he was going to spray the walls of my ass with his dad juice. "Fuck, Steve!" he cried out. "Give me your load, Dad. Give me your dad spunk," I cried. And did he ever! Dad shot so much cream up my chute I felt some of his load leave my ass. It crawled into his wet pubes, and I felt the sticky mass attach to the fur that covered my nuts. All I could say was, "Dad." Dad gave one last push and drove his cock as far as possible up me. He leaned in and kissed me on the mouth. When the kiss was over, he spoke softly. "I love you so much, Son." "I love you, Dad." Dad pulled out of me. I looked down at his cum-covered dick. "That was quite a load, Dad." Dad smiled and said, "To be honest with you, I had been thinking about you the entire day and what I'd like to do to you when you got home from work. Why do you think I was waiting for you in the kitchen? Hell, it wasn't because of the evening meal." "I'm glad you were. If you think about it, you'll realize I didn't object one bit to a nice shower with you." "Which we've yet to take," he reminded me with a grin. "Let's do it then." Dad eyed my swollen dick. He reached out and gave it a tug. "Something needs to be done with this," he pointed out. "I can wait until later," I assure him. I slid to my feet. "You could," Dad agreed. "However, one good fuck deserves another." He wrapped his fingers around my aching dick. "How about planting this in me?" "God, yeah," I groaned. So much for "later", I thought. I watched my father climb on the same counter top I had been when he fucked me. He spread his legs and grinned. "I want you to get the same view I did," he said. "I want you to watch your dick slide inside my ass." Hell, I didn't have to be invited twice. I reached for the bottle of lube beside him and quickly covered my dick. As my fingers spread the gel, a drop of pre cum leaked out the tip and ran across my hand. I pushed my dick head against Dad's hairy hole and stopped. Dad moaned and said, "Slide in me, Steve. Give me your cock," he pleaded. I watched in the mirror and saw my hairy rod disappear inside my father. Oh, shit. It had to be one of the hottest sights I had ever seen. My father had been right. It drove me crazy as well. I wanted to fill him with my juice. I forced my eyes to look away from the mirror. I looked between his legs and watched as my dick plowed through the middle of the thick hair that grew around Dad's hole. Over the years the brown hair had become laced with some gray, which made my father even more desirable to me. As the years had passed us by, I found myself desiring his body more than ever. Dad was such a sexy, hot guy. I forced my dick as far as possible up him, and it wasn't long until I could take no more of it. The wet walls of his hot ass latched onto my dick and refused to let go. They sucked the head of my cock so hard the cum was literally pulled up and out from my balls. I cried out, "Oh, God!" I felt a deep sensation of cumming as my dick filled my father's hairy hole with my spunk. Dad squeezed his ass muscles hard, forcing them to clamp around the base of my shaft. He worked the last of the cum from my dick. There was nothing left inside to go anywhere. Dad gave me a tender smile. "I needed you to fuck me, Steve." Still buried inside my father, I pulled him upward. He was sitting on my dick, his ass pressed hard against my hairy crotch when he leaned down and kissed me. "Steve, I can't even imagine what my life would have been had you not been part of it," he whispered in my ear. "Same here, Dad," I agreed. "In fact, I don't even want to think about that possibility." "It could happen some day," he pointed out. I stepped back, causing my dick to slide out of him. "We need to clean up," I said. As I started toward the shower I felt my father's hands on my shoulders. He pulled me back into him. "I didn't say it was going to happen anytime soon," he reminded. "Still, don't ever bring that up again. Please," I added in a softer voice. Dad kissed the back of my neck and said, "That's a promise I will keep." For the briefest of time I had experienced the emptiness I would feel if my father was no longer in my life, and it scared the hell out of me. "That's one promise I'm going to hold you to, Dad. Forever," I added with strong feeling. "Let's hit the shower, Son. We're both a mess," he added as he pushed me under the spray. <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Brandon I was taking a camper's money for some groceries when Taylor joined me in the store. He looked at me and grinned. "I love the way you handle the beer sales," he said. What Taylor was referring to was the plan Grandpa had come up with concerning beer sales. Since neither he nor I were quite old enough to actually sale the drink, the customer had to set it on the counter and give us the money. Grandpa had concocted a way for us to ring the sale up without handling the merchandise in order to scan it. Yeah, border line to being illegal, but so far the plan was working well. "Don't worry, its okay," I quickly assured my customer. The man had a worried look on his face. I held up my hands. "See, I'm not even touching the stuff." The man said, "I understand," and left the store with his groceries. Taylor walked behind the counter and gave me a kiss. "I hear the two of us have to work the evening shift tonight," he said. "You heard right. You know what the real reason is, don't you? For us working I mean." "Because we're the best salesmen on the team?" I thumped him on the chest. "Yeah, right," I grinned. "Then what's the real reason?" "It seems that Grandpa has a dinner party for four planned this evening," I explained. "Four?" I nodded. "Only Sandy, Dennis, Dad and Grandpa will be attending." I watched as a goofy grin appeared on Taylor's face. "Oh, a sexual dinner party then?" "Fuck, can't get anything by you, can I?" "Hey, so I'm a little slow. That's just who I am." I reached down and copped a quick feel of Taylor's dick. He was caught off guard and took a step backwards. "Watch it now," he warned. "When you fuck me, you are slow to cum; a feature I genuinely love about you. So you see, slow in some aspects, is quite nice." I could see Taylor's dick become instantly rigid behind his shorts. "But quick to get hard," I pointed out. "Just you wait," he said. "Later I'm going to fuck you so hard and long you're going to beg me to finish." "That will never happen." "Does that mean you're not going to allow me to fuck your ass?" "Not at all," I assured him. "I'm just saying that I will never beg you to finish." "We'll see about that." Two campers came into the store, and we quickly cleaned our language up. <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Sandy I drove up to Steve's house and shut my car engine off. It was the first of the month and a hell of a business for the bank today. Unlike most jobs, mine was not one of heavy labor. However from the moment I stepped behind my window until I balanced my last figure of the day, my brain was in full motion. I honestly believe a job with heavy labor is less tiring than what I do for a living. I reached for the bag beside me and hurried up the walk. I gave a knock on the door and stepped back to wait. When the door opened, it was Steve who greeted me. "Hey you, it's about time you got here." He pulled me inside the house and into his arms. "God, I'm glad to see you," he said and kissed me hard on the mouth. Some of the weariness left my body when he touched me. "Rough day?" he asked taking my bag. "A bitch of a day," I replied. "Always is the first of the month. All you people with your pay checks," he added giving me a grin. "Hell, I must have missed pay day." The kitchen door opened and Dennis came inside the house. He greeted Steve with a kiss and turned to me. "Hell, I'll even give you a kiss." He brushed my lips lightly with his. "Damn, you look like armored shit. What's the deal?" "Just a crazy day in the world of banking," I answered. Dennis looked at me closely and said, "I'm heading for the shower house to get rid of the day's grime. Why don't you join me? There's nothing better than a good hot shower to get rid of stress," he added with a grin. His words took me by surprise, and I could think of nothing to say. Steve was suddenly standing in front of me. He put his hands on my shoulders. "He's right, Sandy," he said. "A good hot shower will do you good." "Are you certain about that?" I asked. "Positive," he assured me. I asked again, "Are you absolutely certain?" There was hidden meaning in my words, and I hoped like hell Steve was getting the message. He leaned in and kissed me. Then pulling back he said, "It really is okay, Sandy. That is, if you're okay with it?" he added. Was I okay with it? Okay with getting naked with one of Steve's family members, yet without Steve being present?" Dennis came over and stood next to me. "I promise not to bite, Kid," he said. "Hey, I thought I was `Kid'," I heard Steve remind his uncle. Dennis gave us each a smile. "You're both my `Kid'," he said. I gave Sandy a wide grin. "That would make the two of us brothers, I guess. Shit, I've always wished I had a brother to fuck me. Now, I guess I have one." I took my bag from Steve. "I'm ready for my shower," I said. "I have clothes out there already," Dennis said and followed me out the door. <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Steve I watched as the door closed behind Sandy and my uncle. My eyes remained glued to the spot where the two of them had disappeared. I was lost in my thoughts when I suddenly felt a pressure on my shoulder. Brought back to the present, I discovered Dad's hand touching me. "You know your uncle, Steve," Dad said. "He will never do anything to make Sandy feel uncomfortable." "I realize that." "Do you think Sandy's not ready to be welcomed into our family? Our way," he added. I honestly wasn't sure. It was true; Sandy had enjoyed sex with both Dennis and me, but never with my father. Aloud I answered, "I really don't have an answer for you, Dad." My father pulled a tray of meat from the refrigerator and headed for the kitchen door. "I'm going to put these on the grill. The potatoes are ready to come out of the oven." "I'm on it, Dad. I'll have everything ready by the time you're finished with the steaks." At the door, Dad paused and said, "Don't you worry about Sandy. He's one hundred per cent man. He can take care of himself." "Thanks, Dad." "Hey, that's what I'm here for. Among other things," he added with a wicked grin and disappeared out the door. <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Sandy As I followed Dennis inside the shower house, I felt my mouth become instantly dry. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't force any moisture to form in my throat. I found it impossible to swallow. Steve and I had had a conversation early on about the possibilities of me joining the inner circle of their family group, and at the time I had found the thought of it to be exciting. Now, with the possibility of something actually taking place, I wasn't sure about it. I watched Dennis pull his shirt off and reach for his jean shorts. By the time I had drawn my second breath, the man was standing before me completely naked. He turned and gave me a grin. "Do you plan on taking a shower with your clothes on?" I found my fingers working the buttons, releasing my shirt. Not saying a word, I removed the shirt from my body. Dennis had walked over and turned the water on. I watched as he adjusted the temperature before stepping under the spray. The water began coursing its way down through the thick black hair that covered most of his body. I had to admit, it was a hot sight. I quickly stepped out of my slacks and pulled my shorts down. I gave them a swift kick and stretched. I enjoyed the pleasure my fingers gave my body. From across the room Dennis called, "You do have a hot body, Kid." For some reason the words he spoke made me feel at ease. I gave him a smile and said, "So you really are going to call me that name?" "You mean `Kid'?" "That name actually does belong to your nephew," I reminded. "Excuse me, but I believe I have the right to call anyone I choose that name." "That you do," I agreed. "Back to the original topic at hand here; you do have a hot body—Kid." I shot the compliment back his way. "As do you," I praised. "I guess it's not too bad, considering my age." "You know that age has nothing to do with it." "My body hair used to be cold black. As you can see, the gray has worked its way through out the forest." "I think it makes you look distinguished." "Thanks for the compliment, Kid." Feeling brave, I responded saying, "You're welcomed, Uncle." A big grin appeared on his face. Dennis held out his arms and said, "Then give your uncle a big naked hug, Kid." My body was suddenly pressed tightly next to his, my naked skin rubbing against his. We were crotch to crotch, and I felt his dick get hard and began traveling through my bush, pulling some of my hair with it. The movement created the same reaction from my own cock, and I felt my face heat up as I grew hard surrounded by Dennis' thick wet bush. I pulled back and said, "Hey, sorry about that." I tried to turn around, but the man held on to me. "Hell, Kid, there's nothing to be sorry about. Shit, I'm hard as a rock, as you can see for yourself. It's only natural. After all, we're both men; it's what men do." He reached his hand down and wrapped his fingers gently around my shaft. "Is it all right if I touch you, Kid?" "Little late for the asking, wouldn't you say?" "Well, I always say it's easier to do something and ask for forgiveness after the fact." My body shivered, and I said, "Consider yourself forgiven." "You have a nice cock, Sandy." "What? I'm no longer `Kid'?" "You're both," he answered. He dropped to his knees and brought the head of my cock to his lips. He kissed it lightly and then asked if he could suck me. For an answer I forced his mouth open with my hands and shoved my cock inside. Dennis was definitely an experienced cock sucker. He took my entire shaft with no trouble and buried his nose in the middle of my thick cock hair. I heard him breath deeply through his nose. He pulled me out long enough to say, "I do love the man smell of a hot bush." "Then let me fuck your mouth, Dennis," I begged. Yes, Dennis definitely knew how to suck cock. He worked mine over like a mad man and had me ready to shoot a hot load in such a short time that I was a little disappointed in myself. I pulled back, trying to force him to take it slower. "I'm going to cum," I groaned. "Not ready to yet," I added. His mouth full of my cock, Dennis could only mutter something I couldn't understand, but I knew he wanted me to shoot. When I refused to fuck his mouth, he pulled off. Cool air hit my dick. "Give me your load, Kid," he begged. "We've got the hole fucking night to do this again and again. You have my word. I'm going to make you cum so much you're going to beg me to stop torturing you." That was good enough for me. I slammed my dick back inside his mouth and shoved it hard down his throat. My furry nut sac slammed his chin, and my bush devoured the rest of his face as he feasted on my tool, eating as if he hadn't had any cock in a long time. My balls drew up, and I shot the first thick rope of my cum down the man's throat. Deep guttural sounds came from him as he swallowed my spunk with the greed of a starving man. By the time he let my dick go free there was absolutely no cum left. He had milked me dry. I watched as Dennis stood to his feet and give me a smile. He leaned over and kissed me on the mouth, allowing me to taste my own cum. A sick part of me thought that was hot; very exciting. I looked down and saw that Dennis had a thick strand of pre cum stretching from the tip of his dick down into his bush. For some crazy reason his dick reminded me of a fishing pole and the strand of pre cum, a fishing line. I dropped to my knees and said, "I need to take care of this." "It's okay, Kid," Dennis assured me. "I'm more than willing to wait and anticipate what I might get later on this evening." "But why wait?" I asked him. "Why not cum now and later, too?" "Oh, I plan on that happening many times before this night is over," he assured me. I wrapped my fist around his thick shaft and gave it a tug or two. The movement forced more pre cum from him. I placed my tongue at the tip and let the heavy strand rest there. I could taste the sweetness from it. I began stroking the man, enjoying the sight of the thick black hair that grew heavily around it. Each time I jacked him the hair would move with his body. While one hand jacked him off, the other went down and began playing with his hairy nut sac. Although the fuzz that grew there was mostly black, there were a few gray streaks forging through the growth as well. Most of his bush was still black, but the outer edge of the forest was laced with several gray curls. As I looked up his body, I took in the thick growth of chest hair that actually spread all the way down until it met with his bush. A lot of the chest curls were gray, having just enough black left that made Dennis the very hot and sexy man he was. "I love a man who has lots of body hair," I said as I continued stroking the man's dick. The hand on his nuts left and traveled upward through his course body hair. I loved the tickling sensation the thick tendrils were creating as they grabbed at my flesh. I tugged gently at his bush, watching as the thick curls spread up through my fingers. I jacked him faster. Dennis moaned. "I'm going to shoot, Kid," he warned me. I stroked him harder, still pulling the hair around his dick. "Fuck, here it cums!" The man's cock exploded between my fingers, and he shot the first thick glob on my face. It hit me on the cheek and began running downward. I caught it, along with the rest of his load with my finger and brought the sweet stuff to my lips. I swallowed the entire load, not losing any of it. Dennis pulled me to my feet, and I kissed him. I wanted him to taste his load the way I had tasted mine. I pulled away and said, "See, aren't you glad I was persistent?" "Hell, Kid, I always like to cum, any way I can. Still, I could have waited until later." "But aren't you glad you didn't?" Dennis ran his fingers though my hair. "You know, `Kid' is going to be the perfect name for you. It fits you as well as it does Steve." "I'll take that as a compliment then." "Please do. Now, get your ass in the shower. If we're much longer, I'm pretty certain we're going to have company out here." "Would that be so bad? I asked. "Most of the time, the answer would be `no'. However, when my brother in law has a meal on the table, you don't really want to piss him off." "I'll remember that," I said and turned the shower head on. <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Steve The kitchen door opened and Dad stepped inside the room carrying a tray of delicious looking steak. The aroma followed him into the room, and I took a deep breath. "Smells delicious, Dad." "The chef thanks you." Dad eyed the table and said, "Good, I see you have everything ready." "I really thought Dennis and Sandy would be finished with their shower by now," I commented. Dad sat the steak on the table. He gave me a grin and said, "They should be along anytime." "I wonder how the shower went." Another grin spread across my father's face. He said, "I opened the door to the shower house just a smidgen, and, well, all I have to say is evidentially Sandy got over whatever modesty he might have had." "Because?" I said when Dad stopped talking. "Let's just say the two of them were getting to know each other—quite well, I might add." "You're just full of knowledge, aren't you?" "I'm sure Sandy will fill you in later." The kitchen door opened once more and Dennis came into the room with Sandy on his heels. "Well, it's about time," Dad greeted them. Dennis wagged a finger at my father. "Don't go there, Dave," he said. "You think you're so damned cagey, don't you. You're dumber than you look if you think I didn't see you peeking through the door at the two of us." "What's he talking about?" Sandy asked Dad. "Sandy, I had to make sure Dennis was properly taking care of you. That was my only intention," he added with a wink. "Don't give me that shit, old man," Dennis teased his brother in law. "You were hoping to get an eye full. I know how you think." "Well, did you?" Sandy asked. "Enough to know that Dennis was doing a great job," Dad pointed out. Sandy gave my uncle a smile. "I'm here to tell you both: this man knows exactly how to treat a man." I walked over and pulled Sandy into my arms. "Then I take it you have no complaint?" Sandy kissed me lightly on the lips and said, "No complaint at all." "Then if no one has any complaints, lets eat before the food gets cold," Dad said. End New Shower 51