Date: Sun, 20 May 2012 12:02:02 -0700 (PDT) From: Jerlar Subject: New Shower 25 - Next Generation 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. Mark Stevens All of us enjoy the stories here, so please, support Nifty. Like any other business, it takes resources to keep it running. Thanks Mark New Shower, Part 25 -- Next Generation When I woke up the next morning, I felt a hard dick pressed tightly against my ass. Suddenly everything came back to me. My son had fucked me the night before. In fact, his cum was still planted inside me. "Morning, Dad," he whispered behind me. "Good morning, Brandon," I said and wiggled my ass against his furry crotch. I heard him sigh. "Everything okay back there?" I felt his cock rub next to my cum-filled hole. "How about fucking your dad? He loves an early morning fuck." He grunted, and suddenly I felt the thickness of him slip quietly inside me. "Oh, yeah," I groaned. I could feel his sticky pubes rubbing my ass cheeks. Brandon made a couple thrusting moves and suddenly stopped. "Some wrong?" "Your ass – it feels so fucking good." "Don't be afraid to pound it; it's not going anywhere." He placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed himself further up my slippery hole. He began pounding me, and I felt his hairy nuts rub at the bottom of my ass. Their touch against my skin sent such a ripple of pleasure through my body that I felt a thick drop of pre cum roll out the tip of my cock and fall into the thick matted hair that grew around it. "That's right, Brandon, fuck me hard," I groaned. I wanted him to pound me, make my cock shoot. I wanted him to give me more of his fuck cream, mix fresh with old. My son slammed my ass, drilling his dick deeper inside me, until I suddenly felt my balls quake. I was about to shoot my morning load. "Going to cum," I groaned. I felt my ass tighten up as his dick thickened inside me. I realized he was going to share more of his cum with me. "Give it to me, Brandon," I moaned. "Fill my ass with more of your fuck juice." "Shit!" he cried out. All the time he was shooting inside my ass, Brandon continued fucking me hard. My prostate couldn't take it any longer. The muscles in my ass clamped hard against the base of his cock root, and I sent out a huge spray of cum to land on the sheet in front of me. "God, Brandon," I cried out. My son finished shooting just seconds before me, and as the last rope of spunk left my dick, Brandon pulled me even closer to him, his cock swimming through the fresh river of cum it had just deposited there. After the two of us had returned back to earth from where ever our emotions had sent us, we lay next to each other, quiet, drained, yet very satisfied. For a time, neither of us spoke. I was beginning to drift off to sleep when my son's voice brought me back. "What, Brandon?" My son had called my name. "Was I wrong to do what I just did?" "You mean because you fucked me?" "Yeah; you know, because of Grandma and Aunt Linda." I was torn. I wanted to turn and hug my son to me, but, at the same time, I didn't want to lose the feeling of his half hard cock inside my ass. Remaining where I was, I said, "Brandon, it's been a really bad time for all of us. For Grandpa; Uncle Dennis; You and me," I added. "We all feel sad because we loved them a lot; especially your grandmother. I'm pretty sure we will adjust to this in time. However, it's going to take a while, and we're going to need each other's love to get us through it all. To answer your question: Not only was it okay for you to fuck me; I needed you. You are going to be one of the ways I get through the days and weeks it takes me to adjust. And I want you to know," I went on, "that I am here for you as well. I always will be," I ended. "What about Grandpa and Uncle Dennis?" "We'll have to be there for them as well. I wouldn't be surprised if Uncle Dennis moves in with us. After all, it's going to be really lonesome for him at his house." I paused a second and then asked, "Would you have a problem if he moved in here?" "I think I would want him to. I love him almost as much as I do Grandpa and you." I couldn't resist teasing him. "Oh, I see; I rate after your grandfather." He wrapped his arms around my stomach. "Don't give me that shit," he said. "You know where you stand, far as I'm concerned." I pulled one of his hands to my mouth and kissed his fingers. "I do know," I said softly. "Love you, Son," I whispered. "Love you too, Dad. And thanks for being you." "It's the only way I know how to be," I assured him quietly. I loved my son deeply, but, after all, he was still young and his mind had a habit of jumping from one topic to another. Such was the case now. "You think Grandpa and Uncle Dennis will keep fucking each other?" He couldn't see the smile that formed on my face. "Why would they stop?" "I was just curious. No other reason," he added. "Brandon?" When he didn't answer, I said, "Okay, tell me what's really on your mind." "I was just thinking about the two of them." "Grandpa and Uncle Dennis?" "Yeah." "What about them?" "You think if they are sort of like a couple they will still want to play with you?" His words caught me off guard. "I guess I really hadn't given that any thought. Is there a reason for you asking?" "Not really." I felt like the two of us were running around on a never ending circle. "Do you want them to?" I took a breath and added, "Do you want to play with them?" "I'm not sure how I feel about it." I decided to jump in with both feet. Pulling away from him, I quickly turned so that we were face to face. I could feel his sticky cock between us, and for a moment, I was tempted to forget conversation and make him hard again. Then common sense returned to me, and I gave up that idea. "Are you saying you don't want either of them fucking me? Or vice versa," I added. Once again my son changed the subject on me. "I do think it would be hot to fuck you with the two of them watching," he said with a grin. "I'm sure that can be arranged. Still, let's get back to the real subject at hand here. Are you hesitant to share me with those two?" I looked at my son closely. "Brandon, let me say something here. I honestly believe I can love Uncle Dennis, Grandpa, and you, all differently. And by that, I mean I feel I can have sex with all of you, because I love each one of you very much. We're family, and so to me, it's not like I'm out on the street fucking everybody I see. Am I making sense to you, Son?" "I think so," he nodded. I kissed him on the mouth and smiled. "I realize this is a lot for you to take in, that everything is so different, so new to you. We've got the rest of our lives to work this out, okay?" "You don't think you will marry again?" "Shit no. Out of the question," I added. "I have everything here I need." "But you married Mom." "That's right, I did." "Did you even love her?" "There were several reasons I married your mother. We had always been good friends, and as a friend, I did have feelings for her. Another reason I married was because I knew that Dad had Mom, that he loved her. From the very beginning, when we started playing together, he made sure I knew that he loved her and that he would never do anything to hurt her. I knew that whatever life I had with him would always have to be worked around his life, his schedule." "After you and Mom were married, did the two of you still fuck around?" "Honestly, yes, we did." "Is that why Mom left?" This shit was getting deep, but I felt my son had the right to know the truth. "Brandon, no one was more shocked than me when your mother left. Yes, Grandpa and I fucked and played around when we could, but you have my word; nothing the two of us ever did together caused your mother to leave. She made that decision on her own." I decided to add one more thing, since I was trying to be as honest with him as I possibly could. "You might not want to hear this, Brandon, but I'm going to say it anyway. Nothing I ever did with Grandpa kept me from being a good husband to your mother. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?" "Yeah, that Grandpa fucked you and you fucked Mom." "You are direct, aren't you? Still, you hit the nail on the head." Somehow we had strayed from the original topic of conversation. I tried to get us back on track. "So, tell me, what do you want to do? I'm referring to Grandpa and Uncle Dennis." "I do love them," he admitted. I said, "Enough to let them fuck me? Or me, them," I added. "Maybe." "How about you, Brandon? Do you think you might want to fuck them?" "Maybe." He seemed stuck on that word. "Brandon, I hope you realize it's not a matter of me loving you more than Grandpa or even Uncle Dennis. It's not. I love Dad, but it's in a different way than I love you. You're young, and it may be hard for you to understand that now. As you get older, I think you will see what I'm talking about. As for the four of us living in this house; we're family, and if loving each other the way you and I do is right for us, then so be it. I hope I'm making sense, Brandon," I finished. "I think I do get what you're saying, Dad." I gave him another kiss. "I do love you, Brandon. So fucking much," I added. "Ditto." What say we get up and check on the other two?" "I'd like that." We crawled out of bed, and naked, walked down the hall to my father's room. When we reached the closed door, we didn't even bother to knock. Instead, I turned the knob and pushed the door open. Brandon and I stood just inside the room, our eyes on the bed. Both men were sleeping soundly. They were covered with a blanket, but I could see Dad's arms wrapped around my uncle's body. "You guys going to sleep all day?" I called out. Dad quickly woke up. Raising his head from the pillow he asked, "Is anything wrong?" "Not at all," I said, "We just thought it would be fun to wake the two of you up." "Well, we're awake now," Dennis said. "Why don't you guys join us?" "It is a king sized bed," I pointed out. Dad threw the covers back. "Come on in," he invited. I started for the bed and stopped when I felt Brandon's hands on my shoulders. "Wait," he said. I stopped. I waited. "Why don't you crawl in on Uncle Dennis' side?" "Are you sure?" He gave me a nod. "I am. I'm kind of thinking it would be nice to lie next to Grandpa for a while." "Sounds like a plan to me," my uncle said throwing his covers back as well. I watched my son lie down beside my father; his grandfather. It was a sight to see, and I thought I was going to burst I felt so happy. "Hey, Kid," my uncle greeted as I pulled the covers over us. "Hi, yourself. What's up?" He pulled me next to him. "Do you have to ask?" I could feel his dick, already hard, pushing into my body, and suddenly I remembered the cum inside my ass. "You need to watch out," I warned him. "There are two loads already in there. It will leak out on you." "Shit, I can only hope." From the other side of the bed, Brandon said, "Dad, it's okay." "Are you sure?" "Yes." "What are the two of you talking about?" Dad asked. "Brandon is telling me that it's okay for Dennis to fuck me if he wants to." "If I want to? Does the bear shit in the woods?" "You want to watch us?" I asked my son. "Hell, I'll probably hear you," he said. Dennis lost no time working his cock inside my cum-filled hole. I shivered when he bottomed out and I felt his thick black bush press against my skin. "God, Grandpa," Brandon said from the other side of the bed. "Sorry, Son, I couldn't help it." I wanted to ask my father what he had done, but at the moment, my only thought was of the cock, my uncle's cock, forcing its way through my son's cum. "It's okay, Grandpa." "You haven't been fucked yet, have you?" "No." "Then I'll wait. Your father should be the one for you." "Grandpa?" "Yes, Son?" "Could I – could I fuck you?" "Damn, I'd like that, Brandon. There's lube in the drawer beside you." Dennis and I both knew when Brandon had entered his grandpa. There was no mistaking the sound of pleasure escaping from his lips. Just knowing it was the first time for him and my father to share these feelings was enough to send me over the edge. Being a bit more experienced than my son, Uncle Dennis hit my "spot" almost at once and caused my balls to send out their second load of the day. "Fuck!" Dennis cried in my ear and added his hot cream to my son's. As we lay next to each other, cum everywhere and my uncle's cock still in my hole, he said, "Kid?" "Yeah?" "We're going to be all right." "Yes we are." We became silent, listening to Brandon as he fucked his grandpa. The bed was beginning to shake from their fucking. It went on for quite some time, and suddenly I found myself smiling. Evidentially my son, who had been worried about shooting his load prematurely, had adapted quite well, and knew exactly how to go about it. The bed shook harder each time Brandon pounded his grandfather's ass. Dad was moaning with pleasure. Having fucked me twice already, I was very much aware of how good my son's cock felt inside him. Last night, as well as this morning, he had given me the same pleasure. From my side of the bed, I heard Brandon groan. "I'm going to cum, Grandpa," he warned. "Fuck, fill me with you load," Dad moaned. "God, that is so fucking hot," Dennis whispered in my ear. I pushed back into him, enjoying the sticky feel of his wiry bush scratching me. "Yes, it is," I agreed. "When he's ready, you're so going to love fucking his tight ass." "Hell, don't I know it." "Just be easy, Kid. You remember your first time, I'm sure." "I do. Dad was gentle and very loving my first time; you're right, I'll always remember that time." "Brandon's a lucky guy." Our conversation came to a stop, our attention focused on the two beside us. "God, Brandon, your cum feels so hot," Dad whispered. "Feels – so – good," Brandon said, the words coming slowly from him. Suddenly I had such a desire to ride Dad's cock. "Sorry," I said to Dennis and forced him from my wet ass. I crawled over my uncle, crowding in next to my father. I gave him a smile and then looked at my son. "Would you mind if I rode Grandpa's dick?" Brandon pulled his cock out so fast it caused Dad to shake. "I'd love watching that." Dad rolled over on his back, and I quickly straddled him. Just as I was about to go down, a thick glob of cum escaped my hole and slowly made its way down his hard dick, coating it heavily and providing all the lube he needed to enter me. Feeling his thick head inside me, I gave him a smile and dropped the rest of the way down, my ass cheeks resting in his thick cock curls. No matter how many times I felt them, they never failed to excite me, causing me to be consumed with desire for the cock that had created me. Although I didn't get a full blown hard on, my cock thickened out nicely as it flopped around from the fucking Dad was giving me. Each time he drove into me, my dick would hit against my matted pubes and then fall heavily against the fur on his lower belly. Suddenly I felt my son wrap his fingers around my dick. Their touch was enough to cause it to fill up with the blood it needed. He found himself holding a hard cock; my cock. "That's right, Brandon. "Jack me while Grandpa fuck's my ass." I couldn't keep from moaning. Each time Dad pushed in me, I would lower down to meet him, driving him hard against my prostate. He had showed me early on what that move can do for a man, and he was doing it for me now. "Dad, I `m going to cum," I cried out. He began pounding me harder, and at the same time, my son stroked me faster. The attention he was giving my cock caused my ass to clamp down on Dad's dick, and my balls sent the first rope of cum out. Usually a shooter, this time I only dribbled my spunk out. What I lacked in cum, I more than made up in sensation. The feeling was so intense it made my balls cringe with pain. "Fuck!" Dad cried out. His cock swelled inside me, and I felt another deposit of cum inside my full hole, adding to the lake already there. I could feel it push inside my ass and then drop out almost immediately. There was no room for it. I could feel his pubes matting down from my latest load, the area around my ass becoming wetter. "Sorry, Dad," I said. "There just wasn't room for any more." Dad rose up and kissed me on the mouth. "I'll take your cum any way I can get it. I don't care whether it's in my mouth, my ass, or, in this case, my crotch hair." I kissed him back and motioned for my son to rise up. Some of my cum was still on his fingers, and taking his hand, I began licking them clean. When I had finished, I kissed him on the mouth, allowing him to taste my spunk. "Hey, don't forget me." Dennis got on his knees on the other side of me. "Definitely won't forget you," I assured him. I planted a kiss on his lips and then pulled off Dad. My ass was so full it was dripping like a running faucet, but I didn't care. Still on my knees on the bed, I said, "Guys, we're going to be okay. We have each other, and that's all that matters; that we love each other." Everyone, including Brandon, agreed with me. End Part 25 Mark Stevens