Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2012 21:16:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Shower 32

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New Shower, part 32

	I started my vacation on June first and wouldn't return to work
until July first. At first the Post office would only approve two
weeks. When I told Dad this, he disappeared upstairs. When he came back
down half an hour later, he was all smiles.
	"Guess I still have some pull with the Government. They've decided
they can give you the second two weeks as well."
	"At what cost? I know how the `Government', as you refer to it,
operates."
	"Nothing to worry about, Steve," he assured me. "Everything's all
taken care of."
	And he was right. In just a matter of days I received a letter of
approval by email. The dates of my vacation were set in stone, and it
appeared that my father would be working my ass off the entire month.
	Brandon had graduated from high school the latter part of May and
had already begun working along side Dad.
	Dennis' plans changed at the last moment. He decided to take off
the same time as me. He and Dad had discussed it, and the two of them had
decided we would get more work done if there were four, rather than three
doing the labor.
	When my uncle told me this, I asked him if he still planned on
retiring in August.
	"Still thinking on that one, Steve," he answered. "I would like to,
but I've also thought about the extra money I could bring in if I worked a
while longer. Most of it would be free money and could really help with our
little project here."
	So, with arrival of the month, the four of us began our long work
days. We had talked it over, and we decided to start with the office. Not
only was it one of the smaller projects and one more easily finished, but
it would also give us a place to work out of without having to make several
trips each day back and forth to the house.
	Dad had hired a man to level off the sites where we planned to
build first. Up to now, only a couple of men had answered our ad in the
local newspaper. There had been no response from the Male magazine. One man
had the equipment to work the land, and the second gentleman operated his
own concrete mixing business and agreed to lay the concrete when we were
ready for him.
	Two loads of lumber had been delivered out from town the day before
and were waiting for us to begin. Dad went over the plans with us, and we
began the first of many long days.
	By the end of the first week, the entire frame had been
constructed. Also, Dad's "Ground Man" as we called him, had used his
backhoe to make a trench between the office and the well that was going to
supply water to the campground. This particular well had always supplied
water for Dad's livestock.
	"Will your well take care of everything we're going to need?" I
asked him.
	"For now," he answered. "The well has plenty of water. We'll just
need a good pump to pull it out. Actually, Steve, I think when all is said
and done we'll probably connect to the rural water line that runs along
side the road."
	"Wouldn't it be just as well to do that now?"
	"We could, but it would add a pretty good sized expense to our
already huge deficit. Besides, when we're ready to do that, we'll run a
good sized line from the road back here and bypass the well. I can even
arrange it where we use well water for outside things, and rural water for
the guests to use. "
	Eyeing the distance from the road to where we were working, I had
to agree; it would be expensive to dig a trench that far.
	"You're the boss," I grinned and went back to work.
	Saturday evening the four of us worked until dark, trying to
accomplish as much as we could that first week. When it finally got so dark
we couldn't see or work safely, Dad called it quits, and we headed for the
house in his truck.
	"Are we going to take tomorrow off?" Brandon asked.
	I listened to Dad and Dennis as they both assured him there would
be no holiday for them, not for a long time. I couldn't help but smile.
	"In case you haven't realized it yet, these two plan on working
your ass off, Son."
	Dennis, who was sitting in the middle next to me, leaned across and
gave Brandon a sloppy grin. "Don't listen to your old man, Brandon. There's
no way in hell I'm going to work that ass off you. I love fucking it too
much."
	Brandon returned the grin. "Don't tell me you can still fuck after
all the work we've done today? Not you, old man," he added with an even
bigger grin.
	"A day like today makes it even better, Kid."
	"Then I guess we'll see what happens."
	It seemed my son was determined to have the last word.


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	By the end of the second week the water lines, as well as the
electric had been ran along the walls and floor of the soon to be completed
office. With Brandon helping me, we had finished running the water line
from the well to the building. Dad's ground man had gone ahead and dug
another trench so that the following week Brandon and I could continue with
our pipe laying. With the completion of that project, we could then start
working on the first bath house.
	As for the office, our plans were to have that structure completed
by the middle of the third week, to the point we could actually work out of
it if we had to.
	"It won't take much at all to finish it up," Dennis remarked.
	Saturday evening, our work day finally over, the four of us headed
for the shower house. Since we had started our building project, we kept
clean clothes out there. That way, we didn't have to track our dirty selves
inside the house.
	I stripped my dirty clothes off and stepped under the spray. I was
soon joined by Brandon. Dad and Dennis were sharing the second shower.
	"It's Saturday night, Kid," Dennis called out. "Are you going to
town?"
	"Which Kid are you speaking to?" I asked.
	"Which ever wants to give me an answer, I suppose."
	I looked at my son. "I think I'll stay home and get comfortable."
	Brandon reached up and placed a hand on my chest. I could feel the
wet tendrils wrap around his fingers.
	"Same goes for me, too," he answered.
	"These two act older than us," Dennis said giving Dad a grin. "When
we were their age we were out on the town, come Saturday night."
	"Yeah, but face it, Dennis, when we were their age, we didn't have
the same thing at home they do now."
	Dennis gave my father a gentle smile. "We sort of did," he
reminded.
	"Yeah, we did at that, didn't we?"
	"Hey, don't get mushy over there," Brandon teased.
	I leaned over and gave my son a kiss on the mouth. Pulling back, I
said, "Mushy can be nice at times, don't you agree?"
	I felt his cock suddenly thicken up between us. I wrapped my
fingers around it and said, "Seems to me your dick thinks so."
	Brandon reached down and pulled my hard dick to him. Wrapping his
hand around the two, he said, "Oh, I definitely agree on that one, Pops."
	He stroked the two of us for a short time and then stopped. "Save
it, Dad," he told me. "Let's wait until we're in bed."
	I was just horny enough to be a bit disappointed, but the thought
of my son's hot hairy body in bed next to me was enough make me want to
wait.
	"Ah, fuck, I wanted a show," Dennis said. He sounded disappointed.
	"Not that you haven't seen it many times," I said giving him a big
grin.
	Teasing back and forth, the four of us finished showering and
dressed. As we walked toward the house, I said, "I certainly hope we get
some applicants pretty soon. I realize the four of us are damned good in
what we do, but at this rate, I'm going to be retired by the time this
project is finished."
	"I am a bit disappointed that no one has applied," Dad added. "I
agree, an extra body or two would certainly make things go faster."
	I did a lot of the cooking these days, and I had prepared a
casserole for us to eat. All I had to do was warm it up in the microwave.
I was in the kitchen doing just that when Dad suddenly came in from the
living room. He was carrying a piece of paper.
	"Guys, we may be in luck," he said. "I was going through the mail
just now and found a letter from a young man answering our ad. From the
male magazine," he added with a grin.
	We listened as Dad read the letter he held. The "young man", as Dad
referred to him as, was Taylor Monroe, a nineteen year old. It seemed that
Taylor had found our ad in the magazine and was interested in working for
us. He had spent the last year in a local college. For whatever reason, the
boy had decided to take a year off from school.
	"You think he would be any good?" Dennis asked.
	Dad finished reading the letter. Looking up he said, "Taylor says
he was raised on a farm and knows how to use his hands and is familiar with
all sorts of tools and equipment."
	"Does he give a way to reach him?"
	"A telephone number."
	"Then I say call him."
	"I agree with Steve," my uncle said casting his vote.
	Dad read through the letter once more. "I think I will give the boy
a call. Even though it's Saturday night, we might be able to still reach
him."
	The three of us were quiet as Dad made his call. Finally we heard
him speak into the telephone.
	"I'm trying to reach Taylor Monroe."
	Evidentially Dad had reached his party. We listened as the two of
the carried on a telephone conversation, and when Dad ended his call a few
moments later, he said, "He's coming tomorrow morning for an
interview. He'll be here at ten o'clock."
	"Wow, we can sleep in," Brandon remarked.
	"Not on your life, Kid," Dennis spoke up. "We'll start at the
normal time and take a break when this guy arrives. If he comes," he
added. "You know how some people are. They make appointments but fail to
show up."
	Dad shook his head. "I don't think so, Dennis. This guy sounded
awful anxious to find a job."
	"Then I guess we'll see."
	I put the casserole on the table and told Brandon to retrieve the
salad from the refrigerator. "It's ready," I ended.


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	When I came into the bedroom later that evening, I discovered
Brandon already there. He was naked, the sheet pressed between his back and
the mattress.  The sight of my son's nakedness was certainly nothing new
for me. Still, every time my eyes wondered along his hot body, desire would
consume me. Now that Brandon was just as hairy as me, the desire was even
greater. He had such a thick coating of dark brown hair covering his chest
it made my mouth water. As my eyes continued downward and took in the view
of the wide treasure trail that led to the greatest prize of all, the thick
brown forest that surrounded his hard dick and fur covered balls, my own
dick quickly responded and traveled through my bush, pulling hair with it.
	"God, you are such a stud," I whispered. I had a hard time getting
the words out.
	Brandon gave the bed a pat. "I'm really lonely, Dad," he said.
	I tossed the shirt over my head and quickly jumped out of my
shorts. I was suddenly standing naked before my son, just as hard as he
was. As quickly as one breath follows another, I was next to Brandon, my
naked skin burning against his hot flesh.
	I pulled him to me and placed my lips on his. My tongue was greedy
as it went searching inside his wet mouth. The kiss we shared was intense;
to the point we had trouble breathing. I felt his body tremble next to
mine.
	"Oh, Dad," he groaned. "I really need you tonight."
	"And I need you, too, Son," I whispered.
	I kissed his mouth once more and then slowly worked my lips along
his neck. I left wet trails of kisses as I slowly covered his body with my
mouth. The hair that began at the base of his neck was left wet and matted
next to his skin as I lavished him with my love.
	When I reached his hairy belly button, I lapped at the wiry circle,
enjoying the feel of his hair against my tongue. When I reached the
beginning of his thick bush, I felt a drop of pre cum leak out the tip of
his dick. It dropped into his treasure trail, allowing a sticky strand to
connect his stomach to his cock. I brought my mouth up close and sucked
hard, causing the string to disappear in my mouth.
	When I touched the tip, my son's thick cock jumped, causing him to
moan with desire.
	"I want you to fuck me, Brandon," I whispered. "I want to feel you
deep inside my ass."
	I went down to his hairy nut sac and teased both of his cum-filled
balls. It was so hot feeling his full hairy nuts push against my face as I
leathered them good with my saliva.
	Brandon suddenly pushed me off him. He turned me over on my
stomach.
	"Spread your legs," he ordered.
	I did as he asked. The first thing I felt was his hands on my ass
cheeks. The next thing I knew, I felt him pull my cheeks a part. When his
wet tongue pressed against my hairy hole, I thought I was going to pass
out.
	"I'm going to eat your ass," he told me.
	And he did. I felt the tip of his tongue work inside my hole,
experienced his chin rubbing the hair that grew beneath my love
entrance. Suddenly I felt something wet working its way inside me.
	"I have a wet finger inside your hole, Dad," he said.
	"Yeah, finger fuck me, Brandon," I begged.
	My son gently worked my hole over, adding another finger when he
felt I was ready. Suddenly I couldn't take it any longer.
	"Fuck me, Brandon," I cried out. "Lube your cock and slip it inside
my hole."
	He reached for the bottle of lube on the table beside the bed. He
squeezed some out, and with a finger, began working it up inside my wet
hole. By the time he reached for the bottle once more, it felt as if he has
put plenty of gel up inside me. I watched as he added more to his hand and
began greasing his dripping cock with the slippery stuff.
	"That's right, get ready to fuck my hairy hole, Son. Your Dad needs
to be fucked."
	"Turn over," he said.
	I quickly turned over on my back. Brandon's face was looking down
at my own. The lust in his eyes was enough to make me want to cum right
then and there.
	Brandon crawled between my legs, his hairy chest close to my own
matted curls. I felt him press the tip of his slippery cock up against my
slick hole. God, how I wanted my son's cock inside me.
	"Push in, Brandon," I ordered. "I want that hairy rod buried as far
as you can drive it."
	I felt his thick head push through my entrance. It stopped, causing
me to nearly lose my mind.
	"Fuck!" I cried out.
	And my son did. He pushed his rod all the way in until he was
buried hairy balls deep into my wet ass. I could feel his bush grinding
into my body. The feeling it created was absolutely awesome. So good I
thought I was going to pass out. The pleasure was that intense.
	Brandon pounded my ass for a couple of moments. Finally he stopped
moving. "I'm about to cum," he warned.
	"Do it! Fill my ass with your hot cum, Brandon."
	My son began pounding me with all of his might. In fact, he was
going at it so strong the head board was hitting the wall each time he
drove his cock inside my ass.
	"Fuck, here it comes," he cried out.
	I felt his dick swell up inside, and I shivered as the first wave
of his hot load hit the walls of my ass. He kept on fucking me, pushing his
cum further with each thrust he made.
	Finally his dick stopped erupting and came to a stop, his cum
surrounding his still hard dick. He leaned down and kissed me on the
mouth. "God, I love fucking your ass," he said.
	I kissed him back. "I certainly love having you inside me."
	We lay for a time, his body on top mine. Finally he rose up. His
cock slid out of me with a loud plop. I felt the cool air as it hit my
slick cum-filled hole.
	Brandon leaned down and took my dripping dick between his
fingers. "I think this thing needs to crawl inside a tight ass."
	He stroked me for a time before swallowing me down to my hairy
base. I felt his nose buried in the middle of my thick bush just before he
began working his mouth up and down the hard shaft. He continued giving my
dick a work over for another moment or two. Then he reached once again for
the lube and pushed some up inside his ass. Next he worked more out of the
bottle and spread it thickly on my cock. When he was finished he had my
dick slick with the stuff. It ran all the way down and into my sweaty bush.
	"Now fuck me," he ordered.
	Like my son had done, I forced him on his back and crawled between
his legs. I love to fuck him in this position. It allows me to look down at
his hot body, not to mention, watch my dick work in and out his hairy
hole. I love to see the brown hair around my dick work between my son's
legs as I fuck him in the ass. It's such a hot sight to watch my dick pull
out and then slam back into his hairy chute.
	The tip of my dick found his hole. I intended on working just the
head in, but my son had other ideas. When he felt the tip stretching his
entrance, he placed his hands on my ass and pushed hard. He got what he
wanted, as his movement pushed the entire length of my hairy hard rod up
his butt.
	"God, yes!" he cried. "Love your cock in me, Dad," he groaned.
	I began fucking Brandon, working my dick slowly in and out his wet
hole. His ass felt so fucking hot I knew I wouldn't be able to last very
long. I always hated when that happened. I was never ready to shoot inside
him. If I could have managed it, I would have fucked him for hours and
hours before I came.
	Of course, that wasn't going to happen.
	A few moments later I felt my balls tingle. I knew I was about to
shoot my load.
	"I'm about to cum, Brandon," I said.
	"Yeah, Dad, fill my ass with your hot spunk."
	That did it for me. His words pushed me over the edge, and suddenly
I didn't mind at all that I was going to shoot inside my son. I wanted to
fill his hole with my thick cream.
	"Fuck!" I cried out. "Here it comes!"
	I felt my balls empty themselves as my dick continued shooting its
stuff deep inside my son. It felt so good to unload, filling him up with my
juice. So fucking awesome, I couldn't help but think.
	Afterward, my dick still buried inside Brandon's cum hole, I leaned
down and kissed my son on the mouth.
	"I love you so fucking much, Brandon," I whispered.
	Later as we were about to fall asleep, Brandon startled me by
calling out.
	"Are you awake, Dad?"
	"Sort of," I answered. "Is something on your mind?"
	"You know I'll always love you, right?"
	Half asleep, I reached back and touched his cheek. Brandon liked to
spoon me as he fell asleep, especially if we had just had sex.
	"I know that, Son. Same as I will always love you. We're here for
each other."
	"Grandpa and Uncle Dennis, too."
	"Yeah, Grandpa and Uncle Dennis, too," I repeated.
	"Night, Dad."
	"Night son."


End Part 32

Mark Stevens