Date: Thu, 31 May 2012 16:59:02 -0700 (PDT) From: Jerlar Subject: New Shower, 28 - 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. Also, I realize the last few chapters of this story have been a little different. A little more plot than usual. However, guys, most of us do live in a world with both "life" as well as hot sex. So, hopefully my readers won't be offended at the direction this story has taken. I appreciate every one of you; more than you can possibly know. Hugs! Mark New Shower, Part 28 -- Next Generation Two weeks passed without us hearing a word from James Townsend. It was the longest two weeks I could remember. I wanted to give the man a call, and each time I brought the subject up, Dad would just smile and tell me to try and be patient. Try and be patient! This was my son's life, and he was telling me to be patient? However, I knew he was right, and I couldn't blame him for what he thought. Still, it was driving me mad just not knowing. It was so easy to worry about what might happen rather than have confidence that something good could come out of all this. Our lawyer finally gave us a call one afternoon and asked Dad to call me to the telephone. "Steve, James Townsend here," he spoke into my ear. "Mr. Townsend, it's good to hear from you." I tried to make my voice sound hopeful when I asked, "Any news for us?" He told me we would be receiving a letter in the mail in the next day or so. "The other side agreed with everything we stipulated," he told me. "Brandon is to spend two half days starting next month with his mother. The boy's mother is letting him choose which two days he wants and whether it's to be morning or afternoon. Whatever the decision, Brandon is to be back with you by six p.m. on both days." "I see." "Steve, listen to me. Do not look at this as if we've lost our fight. My gut feeling tells me this is the best way to handle the situation. Let's just see what happens, okay?" I nodded my head without thinking. Then remembering it was a telephone conversation I was having, I said, "I understand. I will have a talk with Brandon." Our conversation ended, I went to find my son. He was upstairs in his room watching television. "Hey," I greeted coming inside the bedroom. "What's up?" "James Townsend just called." He sat up in bed, his back against the head board and turned the television off with the remote. "I'm listening." "He's sending us a letter in the mail. I guess from the sound of things your mother has agreed to everything we asked for." "So I have to spend time with her?" I studied him closely for a moment before answering. Finally, "It appears so. Starting next month you're to work out a time where the two of you can be together. Evidently she's going to let you decide if you want mornings or afternoons." "That's damn decent of her." I sat on the bed next to him. "Look, Brandon, I agree, this absolutely sucks, and I wish like hell you didn't have to do it. Mr. Townsend is still convinced everything will work out for the best. I'm not sure why he feels this way, but, we can hope like hell he's right." "If I have the right to choose, why do I even have to see her?" "Because if you ignore her request she could make it rough on you," I explained. "Even I can see the possibility of that happening." "And how the hell is it going to help my case by spending time with her?" "Because Mr. Townsend thinks she will grow tired of being a mother, same as last time. If she does, then we'll be through with having to honor her requests." "I see." I smiled at him and said, "Brandon, let's try and be positive here, okay? After all, it's only for a couple of hours. I know, we said you'd do four at a time, but I'm pretty sure if you're ready to end your visit early, at least the first one, your mother will not give you any grief over it." "I'll miss you, Dad." His words broke my heart. I reached out and pulled my son to me. "God, Brandon, I'll miss you, too." I held him close, wishing I could hold on to him for ever, never letting him go; keep him from all hurt. My eyes flooded with tears, and I couldn't stop them from flowing down my cheek. Finally I pulled back and looked him straight in the eye. "We can do this, Brandon; you can do this." I wiped my eyes with my hand and said, "Remember this; you are calling the shots here, and you will continue doing so as long as we make sure we're doing everything in our power to keep your mother happy. After the first two visits, I'm pretty damned sure if you wish to only spend an hour or two with her, she's not going to object. We just have to use our head and remain calm." There was a knock on the door. Before either one of us could speak, Dad stuck his head inside the room. "Everything okay in here?" "We're good," I answered. "Aren't we?" I turned and asked the question to my son. "It will be," he said and gave me a smile. I hadn't taken the time to explain things to Dad after our lawyer had called. My main thought had been to find Brandon and try to assure him we could get through this business with Debbie. Dad reached across me and gave his grandson a hug. "I'm so proud of you, Son," he said. "Your dad's right, this is going to work out. We'll make it," he added. Heading back to the door, my father turned and said, "Tell you what: I'm going to plan a special meal this evening. We'll celebrate." "Celebrate what?" Brandon asked. "That's you're becoming a man and making man like decisions," his grandfather pointed out. "I'm heading out for the store," he said unnecessarily and closed the door behind him. Left alone in the room with my son, I turned and said, "I don't know about you, but I could sure use some you and me time. How about you?" For an answer, Brandon reached up and pulled his shirt over his head. "I take that as `yes'?" "Fuck yeah," he said giving me a grin. In just a matter of seconds the two of us were on the bed naked. I pulled Brandon to me and shivered when I felt his naked body pressing into mine. His cock was hard already, and as it ground against me, left a wet trail of pre cum in my treasure trail. "God, how I love you, Brandon," I whispered in his ear. "I love you. Why do you think it's going to be so damned hard leaving you?" "Let's not even think about that shit at the moment. There are other things I want." "Like me?" "Your ass," I grinned wickedly. I felt my son's hand crawling down between us. He found my cock and wrapped his fingers around it. "You're so thick today," he groaned. "I want it inside me." "Don't you worry; I'm going to push it far enough you're going to fill the head against your stomach." Brandon gripped me tightly and said, "I want you to fuck me differently this time." "How differently?" "I want to ride your fuck stick." When he realized I wasn't sure what he meant, he explained. "I want to crawl on your stomach and sit on your cock." "Are you sure? You've never done that before," I reminded. "I can handle it, if you can." "I certainly can. How hot to fuck your ass with your cock, hairy crotch and fur covered balls so close to my face." I watched as he turned to retrieve the lube from the drawer in the bedside table. "Work this inside my ass," he said. He got on his knees and pointed his bottom in my direction. I squeezed a thick glob out of the bottle and began working up inside his tight opening. I gave his hairy chute a good work out with my fingers. Each time I worked more inside him, Brandon groaned. I could tell he was more than ready for me to fuck him. With his hole slippery and ready for my cock, he turned around and took the bottle from me. "I'll grease you up," he said. And he did. He coated my dick heavily with the gel, making it shine as it stood out surrounded by my thick brown crotch hair. The tight curls around the base became darker as some of it rolled down my shaft and landed in the tangles. It became matted against my skin. "I think you have enough," I pointed out and took the bottle from him. I threw it down on the bed and lay flat on my back. "Come up here," I said holding out my arms. I watched my son's hot body make its way to my stomach. His cock was leaking a river of pre cum, and some landed on my chest as he lowered himself downward. "Let me guide my cock," I said grasping it between my fingers. When I felt his slick entrance against the head of my dick, I paused a second or two. "Are you absolutely sure about this?" "Yes, I want it." "Okay, lower your body just enough to allow my head inside you." I felt his body move and suddenly without any warning, the entire length of my fuck stick filled his ass. "Fuck!" he cried out. "Are you okay?" "Give me a minute." I could hardly stand the pleasure his ass was giving me, and I wanted to slam it with everything I had. I took a deep breath and forced my body to remain absolutely still. I watched my son's face gradually change as the look of pain changed to pleasure. It was such a wonderful sight to behold. There was a little space between Brandon's ass and my pubes, and all at once that disappeared as my son lowered his ass and his cheeks went for the middle of my hairy crotch. I could feel the tight skin of his bottom attaching its self to my bush; feel the wiry thick curls crawl in a snake like fashion along his hot flesh. "I'm all the way in, Brandon," I groaned. "I know; I can feel every inch of you." "You still okay?" "Fuck yeah," he moaned. "Fuck me, Dad." It was hard to hold back, but I managed to keep the movement of my dick in slow mode, allowing my son's ass to get use to being fucked from this position. I remained in this gear until suddenly he called out my name. "Dad, fuck me," he begged. "I'm ready for you to pound my ass." His words were enough to shift my body into over drive. I began pushing my dick further each time I crawled through his wet slippery tunnel. The longer I fucked him, the more he pressed down to meet my movement. He straddled my cock like a pro; rode it like we had fucked this way before; which we hadn't. This was his first experience, and the words coming form his mouth were grunts and groans. "Dad, it's so fucking hot to sit in the middle of your hair. Love your bush next to me," he said allowing another groan to escape. "God, it feels good fucking you this way," I panted. "Love your ass, Brandon." As I pushed harder up inside his tight hole, Brandon worked my cock with such a force I knew it wouldn't be long before I filled his hole with my hot juice. "Brandon, you're so fucking tight; I'm not going to last much longer," I warned. Brandon reached for his dripping cock and began stroking. "I'm going to cum on your face," he cried out. And he did. I watched his dick swell up as he jacked it, saw the tip turn bright red, and when the first hot rope hit my chin and began dripping down to the hairy area between my nipples, my cock decided he couldn't handle any more fucking for the moment. He delivered a heavy load inside my son's ass; so much that his chute couldn't hold it all. I felt the warm thick cream fall into my already sticky pubes. "God, I feel cum between us," Brandon groaned. I slammed his ass one more time, enjoying the slippery feeling as well. Fully satisfied, the two of us remained where we were for a long time afterward. My cock remained hard and buried inside his cum-filled hole. I looked up at my son. "I fucking love you, Brandon," I whispered. "I love you, Dad. So much," he added and closed his eyes. When he remained with his eyes shut, I said, "What are you so deep in thought about?" He opened his eyes. "I was just thinking how lucky I am having you," he said softly. "I'm the lucky one. I have you." <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Cum still on my body and in my son's ass, the two of us left our room and headed down stairs. We were sitting at the table enjoying a drink when Dad returned from the store; a coke for Brandon, beer for me. Carrying a big sack, Dad closed the door and said, "Smells like cum in here." "That could be because I'm wearing a huge load of my son's spunk," I said with a grin. "And I have an ass full of the stuff too," Brandon added. "What am I going to do with you two?" He sat the sack on the kitchen counter. "I'm sure we could think of something," I grinned. "Tell you what," Dad said turning around to face us. "I love the smell of cum in most places. However, I don't think it needs to interfere with our celebration meal. Why don't the two of you head out to the shower house?" "You want us to dress for supper?" I asked. Dad shook his head. "No, I don't. In fact, I think I'm going to require everyone sitting down at the table this evening to be naked. If that's not a problem for either of you," he ended. "Not for me," I assured him and headed for the door. Brandon gave his grandfather a grin and said, "I'll be back." We grabbed the ever hanging robes by the back door, threw them on and headed outside. As we entered the building, I asked, "Can you behave while we clean up?" My son looked at me and shrugged his shoulders. "It wasn't me who started things up stairs earlier," he pointed out. "You're right, of course." I pulled my robe off and walked to the shower. "Just stay on your side, and I'll have no problem behaving myself." "No promises," he said and turned the water on. I worked to keep my eyes off my son's wet body and failed miserably. He was growing so tall and developing out so fast I couldn't help but admire him. The little treasure trail he was beginning to grow was enough by its self, to fill me with desire. I forced my eyes to look across the room at the opposite wall, willing my dick not to get hard. Feeling in control again, I turned and faced my son once more. The water was running down his body like streams from a river. "Yes?" he asked seeing my look. "What's on your mind?" I gave him a smile. "I was just admiring you. You're growing into a nice looking young man." He blushed at my praise. "I only hope I am half the man you are." "Well, just looking at your body, it appears you're going to be following in the same growth steps as me," I said. "When I look at you, it's like looking at a younger version of me all over. When I was your age, my body looked the way yours does now. By the time you turn sixteen, be prepared; you will probably be just as hairy as I am now. Dad told me he was too. Guess it runs in the family," I added. "That's good cause I fucking love hair." "Same here," I agreed. "Dad, you're hard." I looked down. Brandon was right; I was standing proud and tall, pointing out from my hairy crotch. "You want to do something about that?" he asked me. Brandon was hard as a rock as well. "How about you put that thing up my ass?" My son made the distance between us quickly and stood beside my wet body. "Hell, I'm always ready to fuck your tight ass, Dad." I reached for a bar of soap and handed it to him. "Use this," I said as I stepped out from under the spray of water. I felt my son's fingers working suds all around my hole; I shivered when I felt him work a thick bubble of suds inside me. By the time he had soaped his hard dick from tip to hairy base, I was more than ready for him to fuck me. I leaned over enough to allow Brandon easy access to my hole. When I felt the tip of his dick touch me, I leaned hard into him, forcing the lips of my ass to suck him deep inside. "Fuck, yeah," I groaned and forced him to bottom out, to feel my ass cheeks resting against his wet pubes. "Fuck me hard, Brandon," I begged and slammed into his body. "Oh shit!" No other words came out of my son. I felt his hands on my lower back as they pulled me into him. His cock found its way to my prostate, and after a few times of slamming it head on, I knew I was going to cum for the second time of the day. "You're going to make me cum, Brandon," I cried out. Remaining silent, I felt Brandon attack my ass harder; driving his cock as deep as humanly possible inside me. Suddenly my head exploded and I saw stars; blinding me. My toes cramped, and I felt such an intense wave of pleasure behind my crotch as my balls shook and sent another load of cum up my shaft and out the tip. When I began shooting, my ass muscles clamped around the root of my son's hairy dick, causing him to shoot his own load deep inside me. "Oh, God," he cried from behind me. After he had finished filling my ass with his load, my son leaned down and kissed the back of my neck. "I love you, Dad," he said softly. I heard him groan as I squeezed his dick one last time. I straightened up, and when I did, his cock slipped out of me like a slippery wet worm. Turning to face him, I planted a kiss on his lips. "I thought you were going to behave yourself," I said stepping back from him. "It was your fault." "How was it my fault?" "If you weren't so damned hot, I could take a shower beside you with no problem." "I can arrange it so we don't shower together," I reminded him. He slapped my ass. "Don't you dare," he said and returned to his own shower. Always the smart ass, my son. I wonder who he gets that from? Certainly not me, I decided and began washing his cum from my ass. End Part 28 Mark Stevens