Date: Tue, 15 Oct 2013 19:42:03 -0700 (PDT) From: Jerlar Subject: New Shower 54 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 54 Steve The event Dad referred to as "Family Gathering" was about to start. The steaks were done, and my father had just announced that the meal was ready. One of the things Dad had insisted on from the very beginning was a picnic table long enough for all of us to sit down together when we ate outside. Now, Dad asked us to wait before we took our seats. "I want to say something," he said. Standing next to each other, we waited for him to speak what was on his mind. "You guys have heard me refer to this as a family gathering, and I want to emphasize something here. Throughout most of the year we are tied down pretty much with the camp ground. Because of that, our personal and family life sometimes has to be put on hold. I would like to correct that best as I can, and one way is that we have a monthly family gathering like the one we're going to enjoy tonight. What are your thoughts on this?" Dennis was the first one to speak. He said, "Personally, I think it's a damned good idea, Dave. You are right when you say our livelihood sometimes gets in the way of our family life. I am one hundred per cent in favor of establishing Family Gathering, as you have so adequately referred to it as." I quickly jumped in on my uncle's shirttail and voiced my opinion. "It's quite evident how important our family is to each of us," I said. "Anyone else have any thoughts on this matter?" Dad asked when no one else spoke up. Standing next to me, Sandy said, "I think you have come up with a very good idea, Dave. Even though this is not my blood family here, I feel like it is. Each one of you has gone out of your way to make sure I have felt welcomed, and I love you guys for it. No matter the facts, you guys are my family." Taylor cleared his throat and said, "I have to echo Sandy. This family has been here for me when my own family turned me away." He smiled and said, "I agree, family is important, and our family here loves each other very much. I say lets make this the first of many family gatherings." "That settles it," Dad decided. "From this point on, Family Gathering will be a regular event. We'll keep a posting at the office and in the store announcing that the third Saturday of each month we will be closing early. Now, let's eat," he finished. An hour later, the food gone, Dad said, "I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm going inside the shower house, and get comfortable. I'll be back shortly." I watched him go inside and quickly followed behind him. Out of the corner of my eye I saw my son, Brandon, start to move as well. I heard Dennis say, "Wait, Brandon. Let's give the two of them a moment alone." I pulled the shower house door shut and said, "May I join you, Dad?" Dad gave me a big smile. "Steve, you can spend all the time you want with me; never doubt that," he added. I walked over and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. Looking into his eyes, I said, "I know that. Have I told you today how much I love you?" Dad hugged me close and said, "Don't think you have." "Well, you know how I feel," I whispered. My lips met his and for a time the two of us were lost in our feeling for each other. When we finally broke apart, Dad gave me a tender smile. "I hope you know how important you are to me, Steve. I loved you the moment I first saw you. When you were a young boy I didn't think I could ever love you more, but I was wrong. My love for you grew more each year, and after we opened up and shared our feelings with each other, that love grew deeper. I simply cannot imagine my life without you. Without any of our family," he added. I stepped back and said, "Speaking of the family, if we don't hurry up and join them, they're going to think we're in here doing something." Dad reached for his tee shirt and pulled it over his head. Grinning, he said, "I could fuck you. Then when they saw us they would know they were right in thinking the worst of us." My cock gave a sudden leap and began filling up with blood. Dad reached down and wrapped his fingers around the shaft. His touch was enough to push the rest of the blood through my veins. No doubt about it, I was hard now. Dad suddenly let go. "We can wait," he said. I looked down. My cock was standing proudly out from my body, surrounded by thick brown fur. "Are you sure about that?" I asked. "Go take a cold shower," Dad ordered. "I'll be all right," I assured him. "But why wait?" "Because I want tonight to be more than just a fuck fest," he replied. I must have looked disappointed because he added, "Oh, there's going to be plenty of fucking," he assured me. I had shucked out of my clothes and now the two of us were both naked. "Let's join the others," Dad said. Dennis and Sandy met us at the door both with a big grin on his face. "We thought you two were sidetracked," Dennis said. "Felt sure some fucking was going on," he added. "I was willing, but Dad told me I had to wait." Dennis looked at my father and asked, "What the hell, Bro? I've never known you to turn down a chance to fuck." Dad shrugged his shoulders. "Well, now you have. You two hurry up," he said and walked away from the building. After walking a few feet, he turned back around. "Same goes for you two; no fucking. At least just yet," he added. I looked at my uncle and shrugged my shoulders. "I think he has an agenda for tonight." I walked over and joined the others. "You two better get a move on," I said to Brandon and Taylor. I do believe the event now known a Family Gathering, has begun. Go ditch those clothes!" Ten minutes later everyone was back out in the yard enjoying the new privacy fence and everything else that went along with it. Ice cold beer was passed around and Dad made a toast. Then he told us that for a few minutes he wanted us to enjoy our beer and the new found freedom we had discovered behind the privacy fence. Which we did very much.\ A little later Dad called us all together. He gave us a smile. "I hope the evening has started off well for you. It certainly has for me. Earlier I heard Steve say something about me having an agenda. Well, to a point, he is right; I do have a plan for this evening. I'm sure there's going to be some really good fucking here tonight. However, as I told Steve, I want tonight to be more than just a fuck fest." I was sure everyone had a puzzled look on their face, same as I did. Dad picked up a coffee can and pulled the lid off. "No, there's not coffee in here," he said grinning. He tipped the can over enough so that we could see some pieces of paper inside. He told us there were two sets of numbers on the pieces of paper. "If you draw a number `one' you have to look for the man with the second number `one'. I want the duplicate numbers getting together. In other words, the two ones are together, two twos, so on and so forth. Does everyone understand?" "Sort of," Dennis said. "What do we do when we find our matching number?" "Once you pair up with your partner I want the two of you to find a spot and start out by talking with each other." Brandon gave a yell and said, "Talk? You've got to be kidding, Gramps." "Brandon, there are other things to do besides fuck," his grandfather, my father, reminded. Taylor put a hand on my son's naked shoulder. "You have to remember, Brandon, we're dealing with old men here. Different strokes for the older folks," he said. Dennis walked over and stood in front of my son's lover. "I'll have you know, young man, that I can match you stroke for stroke any day of the week." "We'll see who's still standing when the night's over," Taylor retorted. We drew our numbers and I matched my number with Taylor. I couldn't tell if he was happy or disappointed because he and I drew the same number. "Well, it looks as if you drew yourself an old man," I said and smiled. Taylor reached for my hand and pulled me with him. Dad had placed several old quilts on the ground, and Taylor pulled me down on top of one. Taylor pulled me to him and kissed me on the mouth. When he pulled back, he said, "No complaint from me," he said. I looked at him closely. Taylor was a hot looking young man, and I was sure he made my son very happy. I told him as much. "Before anything else is said or takes place, Taylor, I want to tell you something. I am very glad Brandon found you. I can tell how happy you make him." "Brandon makes me happy as well, Steve. I love him very much. However, I also love you, too. All of the guys," he added. "I really do think of you as family. A very loving family," he whispered. "We are a close knit family," I agreed. "And we do love each other very much," I added. Taylor said, "Can I ask you a question, Steve?" "Of course." "We are a very close family, as you say. My question is a personal one." I found a bit of humor in his words. "Personal? You're worried about getting personal when you've planted your dick in my ass many times over since we've know each other. How much more personal can you get?" Taylor smiled. "When you put it that way, I can see your point." He looked in my eyes and said, "I would like to hear about you and your dad. I realize this all started with the two of you, and while I've caught bits and pieces, I've never heard the whole story." "You would like to hear about Dad and me and how we have managed to become so close over the years? Is that what you're talking about?" Taylor nodded. "My feelings for my dad began to change the summer I was sixteen. That was when we built the shower house. However, my interest in hairy men, especially my dad, began even earlier than sixteen. Is this what you want to hear? The why and how that the two of us became so close?" Taylor nodded and remained silent. I drew my legs up and wrapped my arms around them, supporting my body as I allowed some very old memories to come to the surface. Taylor was asking me to recall a time span of twenty-five years, if not more, but I could remember the circumstances that brought it all together vividly, as if it had taken place only yesterday. "As I'm sure you're well aware of, I have always been attracted to hairy men. The more body hair they have, the more attracted I am to them. My father's body has always intrigued me, even before I was aware of it sexually. As a kid, I remember summer time as being my favorite time of the year. Dad would come home from work, put on a pair of shorts and work outside until dark. He never wore a shirt because of the heat, and I use to tag along beside him just so I could take in his hairy chest. The forest that grew on it spread down his belly and was darker than mine; that made me very curious. What I noticed first was the hair that peaked out at the base of his neck and spread over his shirt. The first time I saw that, I wanted to see if he was hairy like that anywhere else on his body. "When I was around eleven or so I discovered the first few strands of pubic hair. From that time on I lived in front of a mirror checking for other signs that I was changing from a boy into a man. By the time I was twelve I had a thick growth of brown hair around my dick. By the time I was thirteen my cock was eight and a half inches when I was hard. By the time I was sixteen, my bush had spread thickly across my pubic area, gradually thinning out when it reached my thighs. My balls were so hairy that the skin didn't even show. "With the changing of my body, I began thinking about Dad more and more. By then, almost all of my jack off fantasies were created by my imagination of seeing him naked. I was sixteen and had yet to have that experience. However, that was soon to change. "That was the summer he came up with the idea of building the shower house. Said he had been thinking about it for a while because my mom didn't like it when he tracked into the house after working outside; he asked what I thought of the idea?" I paused and took a breath. "What did you think about it?" Taylor asked. I shrugged and gave him a silly grin. "What do you think?" "Oh, I'm pretty sure you were for it." "Hell, yes I was. When he started talking about the project and what he would like see happen, I began immediately thinking of all kinds of reasons and or excuses that would allow me to see the man naked. Taylor, you have to remember something here. When Dad decided to build the shower house he was around forty years old. To me, he was the hottest man that I had ever laid my eyes on." I looked across the yard and discovered Dad sitting on a quilt with Sandy. The two of them seemed lost in a conversation of their own. "He is still hot," I told Taylor. Taylor echoed my words and added, "So, go on. I'm ready to hear more." "As for the work on the shower house, that little project kept us busy for an entire month. Dad had taken two months off, something he did when he still worked for the Post Office, and we worked ever day. Dennis would come over on weekends and lend a hand. The project was finished that Memorial Day Weekend." Taylor had been lying on his back on the quilt. He suddenly sat up. "Something tells me you're finally getting to the part where you first see your dad's hot body." I nodded. "Close," I said. "My Aunt Linda, Dennis' wife, and my Mom suddenly announced that they were going on a shopping trip. They were going to leave the afternoon we finished the shower house and not return until the next day. "I remember thinking, `holy fucking shit, this could not get any better!' I was wrong. It did get better. As it turned out, I was able not only to see my father naked, but my uncle as well. Remember, Dad was just forty at the time; Dennis was thirty-three. Younger than I am now," I said. "Our month long project finished, the three of us sat out in the yard for a time enjoying some cold beer. Even though I was just sixteen, Dad let me enjoy myself. A few drinks later the decision to try out the new shower came up and was quickly voted on. We headed inside the shower house. Dad was the first to jump out of his clothes. There I was dry mouth and getting harder by the second as I watched the man of my dreams slip out of his clothes. I was so intrigued with his body that I jumped when Dennis said something to me." "He said, `you really like that, don't you?'" Taylor interrupted me with, "Hell, yeah, you liked it! It had to be the hottest thing ever." "Oh, it was. Dad was standing under one shower letting the water run down his body, matting the hair on his chest as it traveled downward. All that wet thick hair was making me so hard I was in pain. "Then suddenly Dennis was naked and standing under the second shower. Oh my God, Taylor! Not only had I finally managed to see my dad's hot body, I now had the delight of enjoying my uncle's as well. More body hair than I had ever seen at any one time ever. It was fucking awesome!" "Fuck, you are making me so horny, Steve!" Taylor cried. I leaned over and wrapped my fingers around his cock. A thick strand of pre cum was running along one side of his thick shaft. "Maybe we should stop a minute and take care of this," I suggested. "A little more, please," he begged. "What happened next?" I let my mind travel back in time. "Both Dad and Dennis told me to get undressed and hit the shower with them. Well, would you believe I made up some dumb excuse why I couldn't. I was so fucking hard, and suddenly I was ashamed to let them see me with a hard-on. "Dennis realized at once what the real problem was, and he told me not to be bothered, that it was natural for guys to get hard. He said it happens all the time. Even Dad agreed with him. "I looked at my dad and discovered he was getting hard as the water massaged his body. I saw his dick slowly move through his thick bush and stretch out into a full blown hard-on. "Then I looked at Dennis and saw he was just as hard. Well, that did it for me. I jumped out of my clothes and quickly joined them. "Dad's words were gentle and kind. He said it was natural for men to have these feelings, and there was nothing wrong with us showing our love. He pulled me into a hug, and the water began moving down my body same as it was Dad's. Dennis came up from behind and hugged the both of us. Now, I was in the middle of two very hairy and soaked bodies. I'm surprised I didn't cum right there on the spot." "Both men mentioned the amount of body hair that I had. They thought for a sixteen year old, that I probably had more than any other boy my age for miles around. It seemed that hair excited them as much as it did me. "Dennis soon pulled away, and I asked Dad if I could touch his cock." Taylor suddenly jumped up. "Okay, that does it! Steve, I need your ass." Dad had made sure that each quilt had a good sized bottle of lube on it. I picked our bottle up. "My hole belongs to you." I tossed him the bottle. I got on my knees and felt Taylor put his hand on my ass. He pulled my cheeks a part and using a finger, he worked lube inside me. When he removed his finger, I was more than ready for him to replace it with his dick. When he pulled his long forefinger out, my hole suddenly felt empty. It was hot to watch him spread the gel heavily along his hard hairy shaft. I loved the way the red hair covered his skin. I had never seen a guy with red pubes before I met Taylor, other than in a few flicks, and of course, some porno magazines. However, Taylor's color of red was much brighter than any of the pictures revealed. The bush around his cock was such a deep red it looked like a pasture of fire. Red hair covered his nut sac as well, and those hairy balls never failed to make my dick hard. Taylor dropped the bottle and was suddenly behind me and on his knees. I felt the tip of his dick touch me. I shuddered and leaned back, forcing his thick head to enter me. "Oh, God," I groaned. "Slide in me, Taylor," I begged. I felt his thick red pubes scratch my flesh. I knew he was balls deep inside me. "Fuck me, Taylor," I pleaded. He began to slowly fuck me, and immediately I felt pleasure coursing its way through my body. Suddenly he stopped. His hands were on my hips, and he pulled me tightly to him. I could feel his hairy balls at the entrance of my hole. "Don't stop," I cried. "Have to," he said. "If I don't, I'm gonna cum. I'm not ready to," he groaned. "Hearing you talk about the first time you saw your dad and uncle has made me to horny. I'm not going to last," he warned. I pushed hard into him. "Well, there's way more to the story, and I can promise you this, Taylor. What is left for me to tell will be way more than enough to get you hard and excited again. Real soon," I added. "So, go on, cum inside me," I said. "I promise, I'll have you hard and ready for more action very soon." "Oh, fuck!" he cried. His cock thickened up, and I felt the first gush of hot cum coat the walls of my ass. I forced my ass muscles to clamp down on the base of his hairy root, forcing the rest of his spunk out and sucking it into my eagerly waiting hole. "Shit!" he cried out. He fell against my body as if the life had been crushed from him. The moment after orgasm is like none other, whether both of you cum or not. In this case, Taylor had, and I was about to. I knew I had to plow his ass and plow it hard. "Okay, Taylor, it's my turn." "Yeah, fuck me, Steve," he said. From across the yard we heard my father call out, "Okay, stop whatever it is you're doing. It's time to draw from the coffee can again. I said to stop NOW," he said once more.