Date: Wed, 25 Dec 2013 09:27:51 -0800 (PST) From: Jerlar Subject: New Shower 55 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 55 Steve "You have to be fucking kidding me." The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them. Dad grinned and said, "You have a problem, Steve?" I wrapped my fingers around my dick and said, "Nothing a good fuck wouldn't cure." Brandon suddenly appeared by my side. "Maybe I could help with this?" He replaced my fingers with his and I felt him latch on to my shaft. "God, yes," I moaned. "Brandon, step away from your dad." My son jumped when he heard his grandpa's voice. He let go of my dick and stared at his grandpa. "Wait for the draw," Dad said. Looking at the others, he added, "From the looks of Steve's dick, some lucky guy is going to draw one hot stud. I hope he's ready to be fucked." "He's not the only one," Dennis called out. "Get on with your damned drawing, Dave." "Hold your horses, Bro," Dad said as he gave his brother-in-law a big grin. "Dennis would rather hold a hard cock," Taylor called out. We stood next to each other, a cluster of naked bodies as Dad held his coffee can toward us. I drew a piece of paper out and opened it. The number "5" leaped out at me. Dad had told us that each time we drew from the can we had to wait until everyone had drawn before we could begin searching for our partner. I folded my paper in half and waited for the round of drawing to be completed. I reached down and gave my furry balls a gentle tug. They felt better now, but a short time ago those fur-covered nuts needed to drop a heavy load of cum. I watched Dad reach into the can and pull a piece of paper out. He read it and smiled. "Okay, who has number `5'?" My dick gave a leap. Grinning like a school kid, I raised my hand and said, "That would be me." Dad's grin was even wider than mine. "Damn, fellows, you're on your own. I've found what I want." Everyone else matched their numbers and began pairing off, settling in different parts of the recently fenced in yard. Dad stood in front of me and smiled. "Hey, you," he greeted. I placed my arms around my father and pulled him close to me. When I felt his naked body rubbing my raw flesh, I placed my mouth on his and planted a kiss he wasn't likely to forget anytime soon. Dad pulled away from me and said, "Something tells me you are not in the mood for just a bit of talking first." He reached down and stroked my dick. "If this is any judge of how you feel," he added with a twinkle in his eye. "You continue stroking me, and I can assure you there will be no talking." Dad pulled me down on one of the quilts. He laid me on my side and joined me. His hairy chest met up with my furry stomach, and our body hair blended together. Our cocks were hard and leaking as we pressed tightly into each other. The thick hair at the base of our dicks was matted to our skin, the curls wet from pre-cum. "Steve, I love you," Dad whispered. "I love you too, Dad. I've always loved you." "You know, Son, we've had many wonderful years together, and I'm not sure that I've ever told you just how happy those years have made me." "You have, Dad." I kissed him lightly on the chin. "I have always respected and loved you. However, I think around the time I turned sixteen I began to realize that I didn't just love you. I was in love with you." Dad tapped the end of my nose with his finger. "I don't know if you were actually in love with me at sixteen, but you were definitely in love with my body at that age." "Did I ever tell you how happy you made me when you said we were going to build the shower house?" "Not in so many words at first," Dad replied. "However it didn't take me long to realize how happy you were becoming and the reason for your happiness." "As I told Taylor earlier, from the time I discovered my first pubic hair, I could think of nothing else but you and what your body must look like. I tried for a good two or three years to catch you naked and never could." "Part of that was my doing," Dad explained. "I knew exactly what you were trying to do, and believe me Steve; I wanted nothing more than to give you what you wanted. And I definitely wanted to see you and how your body was changing." "I thought at the time you were oblivious to what I was trying to accomplish." Dad shook his head. "Not in the least. At the time I wasn't sure I was what you really wanted. I wondered if perhaps it was just curiosity you were feeling. After all, your body was changing, and I thought maybe you wanted to look at me so you would have an idea what an older you would be like." "Maybe a little curious, I will admit. At least curious to see the difference in being a boy and a full grown man," I agreed. Dad glanced down at his body and said, "Well, it will soon be twenty-five years since we first `discovered' each other. What do you think of this old body now, Son?" I eyed the man who meant so much to me, and I couldn't keep my dick from leaping between us. I gave him a smile that quickly turned into a wicked grin. "Honestly, Dad, I think the years have been good to you. You are still the most desirable man in my life. Really," I added when a look of doubt appeared on his face. "Steve, you're telling me I'm the most desirable man in this yard tonight when you can have your choice of any guy here to fuck you? Brandon, Taylor, Sandy, even Dennis, they are all younger than me, and every one of them is hot and sexy. Then you have me, an old guy in his sixties." "Dad, you will be hot, sexy and desirable when you're in your seventies and eighties," I assured him. Dad leaned closer to me and said, "Let's focus on the sixties for the moment. You ready to fuck your old man?" I answered him the only way I knew how. I pushed Dad on his back and crawled between his hairy legs. I pressed my hairy crotch against his hot flesh and pushed my dick inside his furry hole. Cum from a previous fuck allowed my cock to slide in easily, and I felt his furry nuts pressed against me. Giving him a wicked grin, I said, "Does this answer your question?" Dad groaned. "Fuck me, Steve! I want your cum inside my ass." "Oh God," I breathed reverently as I began working my cock slowly. Fucking my dad in this position gave me so much pleasure that I was afraid I might pass out. As I continued pounding my father, I kept my eyes locked on his face. I could see he was experiencing the same pleasure I was. His eyes sparkled as he returned the look. How could I not find this man hot and desirable? I thought. Hard as it was for him to believe, I found the man under me, my father, the most desirable man around me. Words couldn't describe how he made me feel; how happy I was to be with him in so many different ways. It wasn't just his body and the fucking that made me happy, I thought as I slammed his body. "Fuck me hard, Steve," he cried out. Pre-cum leaked from Dad's dick each time I drilled his hole, and by the time I felt my orgasm beginning to build, his thick bush was soaked and matted to his body. Damn, he was always a good fuck! "Here it comes, Dad!" I cried out. Dad pushed his body up to meet mine, and when he did, I hit his prostate head on. It pushed him over the edge, and together, we shared one of the most powerful climaxes ever. As I filled his hole with my thick spunk, Dad sprayed cum from his dick. It landed on his hairy chest, causing the curls to stick to his skin. Finally some of his spunk ran through his pubes and landed in my bush. "Oh, God," Dad breathed. "I love you so much, Steve." I leaned down and gave my father a kiss on the mouth. My movement brought our cum-covered flesh together, sealing our emotions and the love we had for each other. I pulled away from him and grinned. "I was going to make sure you got what you wanted before you left to draw another number out of your damned can." My dick was still planted inside his cum-filled hole. I pushed through the spunk and said, "Something tells me you got exactly what you wanted. Am I right?" Dad placed his hands on my ass and pushed me hard into him. "You tell me." I lay on his furry chest and closed my eyes. We both knew the answer to his question without saying a word.