Date: Fri, 1 Feb 2013 22:53:26 -0800 (PST) From: Jerlar Subject: New Shower 41 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. Mark Stevens New Shower 41 Steve I knocked on the closed bedroom door. "It's open." I turned the knob and walked inside the room. Taylor was sitting on the side of the bed. "Hey," I greeted. The boy gave me a smile and said only my name. "Steve." I closed the door and walked over to stand beside him. Sitting on the bed by his side, I asked, "Are you sure about this?" He looked me straight in the eye. "I am," he replied. "You do realize that no one in this house would ever ask you to do something that would make you feel uncomfortable?" "I know that." "So, is this what you really want?" The young man sitting by my side was silent for a moment. Finally, "It is, Steve." I leaned over and kissed him lightly on the mouth. I felt him respond to my touch. His arms went around me, pulling my body in close, and I could feel his heart beating rapidly against my own chest. Pulling away from him, I said, "I hope you don't think I'm trying to take you away from Brandon; I could never replace him; wouldn't even try." "I realize Steve that the men of this house all love and care for each other. I feel honored that you have allowed me to enter your circle of trust." "We do trust you, Taylor," I assured him. I stood to my feet. "If you're ready, Dad's waiting for us in his bedroom." Taylor also stood up. "I am ready." I gave him a smile, followed by another kiss on the mouth. "Good, follow me." I took him by the hand and led him out of the room. Together, we walked down the hall to my father's bedroom. The door was closed, and I knocked. "Come in." I opened the door and walked into the room followed on my heels by Taylor. Dad was in bed with a sheet covering his body. "Welcome, guys," he greeted. "Dad, we need to make sure Taylor is comfortable with us," I said. My father gave Taylor a warm smile. Throwing the sheet back, he said, "Come to my bed, Son." Taylor looked at me, and I could read his mind. "Why don't you take your shirt and jeans off?" I suggested. "If you want, you can leave your shorts on." Taylor's face suddenly turned red. "I don't have any shorts on," he said. "Are you okay with getting out of your jeans? If you like, I'll crawl in next to Dad, and you can follow me." "I'd like that." I quickly stripped my clothes off, and naked, I crawled underneath the sheet, my bare skin touching my father's own nakedness. "Hey, Son," Dad greeted me with a warm smile. "We can close our eyes," I said. Taylor seemed reluctant to shed his clothes. "I'm cool." Saying those words, Taylor pulled his shirt off and gave it a toss. Next he unsnapped his jeans and gave his zipper a tug. He quickly stepped out of them, and with a hurried movement, crawled between the sheets. I could feel his naked skin touching mine. "You okay?" He gave a nod. "Definitely different," he said. "Different than when you shared a bed with Brandon and me?" I asked him. "A little," he answered. "Would you like for me to leave the two of you alone?" Dad asked. Again he said, "It's okay, I'm cool." I turned with my back next to Dad. Reaching out, I placed an arm on Taylor's chest. "What can I do to make you comfortable?" I asked. "I don't know; maybe just hold me." "I can do that." I put my hands on his shoulders and gave them a gentle tug. He turned and faced me, his body matching mine. His chest against my own, I felt his hard cock next to my own thickening dick. I could feel his balls rubbing me. I placed my hands on his ass and pushed his body into my own. Behind me, I felt Dad press his hairy body into my back. His dick was just as hard as Taylor's, and it pressed into my crack. I pushed hard against his body, and at the same time, pulled Taylor as close to me as possible. I felt Dad's lips on the back of my neck the same time my mouth went searching for Taylor's moist lips. He groaned, and I felt a thick drop of pre cum escape his dick and fall into my wiry bush. The deeper my kiss went, the closer I pulled Taylor to me. Suddenly I broke my kiss with Taylor and turned to face Dad. My lips found him, and together, we shared a kiss that quickly turned into a fit of passion. His hard cock stretched even harder as it rubbed against my own dripping rod. Dad broke the kiss and said, "God, I've missed you, Steve. Seems like ages since we've been together." "Dad, you know you can have me anytime you want," I assured him. "Right now, I want you to show Taylor how it feels to be loved." "You okay with that?" he asked looking me in the eye. "More than okay," I assured him. I pushed back into Taylor's body. "Why don't you crawl over me, Taylor?" I asked. "I know that you've only been with Brandon and me, but I can assure you, Dad will be one of the best lovers you can have." Taylor was quiet for a moment, and I thought he might be uncomfortable with doing what I had suggested. Suddenly I felt the bed move, and his body slowly made its way over mine. His bare skin touched mine, and I felt the curly red hair of his bush touch me as he snaked his body in between mine and Dad's. "Hello, Taylor," I heard Dad greet him. "Hi." Then he added, "Dave." I watched as my father wrapped his arms around Taylor's body. I snuggled up next to Taylor, my cock pushing through his crack. I put my arms around Dad and pulled them both close to me. Dad leaned in and gave Taylor a kiss. It was slow and easy at first, but the longer the two remained together, the passion began to surface. I heard Taylor moan, and I leaned in and kissed the back of his neck. "That's right, Taylor, enjoy the moment," I whispered. "Let Dad give you the pleasure you so deserve," I added softly. For a time the two seemed so lost in the moment that I thought about pushing my cock inside Taylor. However, about the time I pressed the tip against his asshole, Taylor turned to face me. "Fuck me, Dave," he begged. "You sure, Taylor?" "Oh, yeah, push it in me." The thought of my dad pushing his thick hairy cock up Taylor suddenly created a desire in me to be fucked. I turned and pushed my back side up next to Taylor. "Fuck me, Taylor," I groaned. I reached for the lube on the bedside table and turned back to face him. Squeezing a thick glob out, I reached for Taylor's dick. I covered it heavily with the gel and said, "You need this, Dad?" Dad took the bottle. "Thanks." I pushed my ass against Taylor, forcing his slippery shaft to crawl along the inside of my hairy crack. "Put it into me and wait for Dad to enter you," I said. Without saying a word, Taylor put the head of his dick against my hole. A second later I felt him slip inside. "Oh, fuck," I sighed. "You okay?" he asked me. "Shit, I'm more than okay." Suddenly I felt him tense up, and his body became rigid. I knew Dad was crawling inside Taylor. Dad asked, "You good, Taylor?" "Um, yeah," the boy answered. I felt a movement, and suddenly Taylor was pressed hard inside me. "I'm all the way in, Taylor," Dad told him. "I'm buried balls deep, my bush pressed tightly against your flesh." "I can feel when you fuck him," I said to Dad. "I feel each time you plow his hole." "I'm ready to pound you, Taylor," Dad warned. "You ready for it?" "Give it to me, Dave." "And you fuck me," I ordered Taylor. It was like being fucked by two cocks at once. Taylor would push inside me, and I would feel Dad forcing his way up Taylor's ass. It was so hot being fucked by the two men. Just knowing I was actually being attacked by two dicks at the same time was enough to get me really hot. Of course Taylor, being the newest at ass fucking, he wasn't as experience as my father was. He attacked my ass with everything in him, and before long I felt his cock swell up inside me. "Yeah, Taylor, give me your hot load," I cried out. "Fill my ass with your spunk," I added. My words drove Taylor over the edge; in seconds his cock was exploding, filling my ass with his hot thick creamy load. I felt each hot spurt as it left his dick and sprayed the wet walls of my ass. Taylor had hardly stopped shooting when I heard my father cry out, "I'm going to shoot, Taylor." "Yeah, Dad, fill his ass with your hot load," I called out. "Pound his ass with your hairy dick," I added. "Oh fuck!" Dad came with such force that I actually thought I felt his cum erupting deep inside Taylor's tight ass. I pushed hard into Taylor, forcing his cock to go deeper as it worked its way through the thick cum he had just put up me. Afterwards, the two of them spent, the three of us remained connected, enjoying the aftermath that followed. For a time it felt as if the three of us had actually joined together, forming one body. For the next several moments no one spoke a word. We remained connected together, and it was a great feeling. Finally Dad said, "Okay, Steve, it's your turn. Which one of us do you want to fuck?" I knew the answer right away. However, I asked, "Do you mind if I fuck Taylor, Dad?" "I guess that's a question you need to ask him," was Dad's answer. Looking Taylor in the eye, I asked, "You okay with that?" Giving me a grin, Taylor said, "So, you think you want to fuck my cum-filled ass?" His words made my dick jump around in my bush. I could feel the sticky hair press against my skin. "Hell, yeah, I want to fuck your cum-hole." Taylor surprised me. He leaned over and gave me a kiss. Then pulling back, he said, "Okay, pound my ass with your hairy rod." He turned over to face Dad, allowing his slippery wet ass to wink at me. I couldn't take the temptation. Knowing that my father had just shot a huge load inside him, I wasn't worried about lube. I pushed the head of my dick against his slick hole, and with hardly no resistance at all, I slipped inside him. I forced myself to stop with only half of my thickness buried up him. "You okay?" For an answer, Taylor pushed back into me. My dick slid the rest of the way inside, and suddenly I felt my hairy nut sac pressed hard into his body. "Oh, yeah, fuck me, Steve," he moaned softly. "You want my dick, don't you?" "Fuck yeah," he answered. "Add your cum to your father's," he whispered. "God, yeah, fuck him hard, Steve," Dad called from the other side of the bed. "I want to see you fuck him hard." "I'll fuck him hard," I groaned. "After I enjoy a nice slow one," I moaned. "God, your ass is so fucking tight, Taylor. I love the feel of your ass sucking my dick." I took my time, slowly working my dick through the cum Dad had just put up there. It was still warm, and I could feel it cover my dick each time I buried myself balls deep inside him. I actually paced myself so slow that it wasn't long before Taylor was begging me to fuck him harder; to put more cum up inside him. "So you want my cum, do you?" "Give it to me, Steve," he begged. I put my hands on his shoulders, forcing my cock to go deeper inside him. "God, I can feel your pubes scratching my ass," Taylor groaned. "How does that feel to you?" "Fucking awesome." "Good; that's how I want you to feel." I began fucking him faster. Harder. "That's right, son, fill his ass with your cum," Dad said calling out his encouragement. "Add your cream to mine," he added. "Oh, shit!" Taylor cried out as I shot the first spurt of cum from my dick. "I feel you cumming," he cried. "Fuck! As my dick continued erupting inside Taylor, I held him tightly to me, forcing his body to slide across my own sweaty skin. It felt so good to hold him as I continued to fill his tight ass. When it was over, I remained buried inside him, my cum as well as my father's, swirling around my hard dick. As we lay there holding each other, I felt some of it leak out into my sticky bush. "You're leaking," I whispered into Taylor's ear. "Whose fault is that?" he asked. "Certainly not mine," I teased. "Oh my God, somebody's got a hard on," Taylor suddenly said. I looked over his body at my father. "Since my cock is starting to go soft, I'm sure he's not talking about me." Dad laughed. "What can I say? It's fucking hot to think about my son adding cum to my own inside a tight ass." I looked at Taylor. "Are you up to another fuck?" "I'm not sure I can hold the cum, but I'm definitely up for another ream job. Are you sure you want to pull out just yet?" "I would be lying if I told you I wouldn't like to fall asleep this way, but Dad knows I would never refuse him a good fuck." I leaned back and allowed my dick to slip out of Taylor's slippery ass. There was a loud slurping sound when it returned to my sight. A thick glob of spunk followed right afterward and landed in the middle of my bush, causing the hair to hug my body even tighter. I placed my hands on his shoulders and forced him to turn and face me. I kissed him on the mouth. "Thank you for the hot fuck job," I said. "I would say the pleasure was all mine, but something tells me you enjoyed it as well." "Oh, I definitely enjoyed being in your ass," I assured him. I looked over his shoulder and said, "Okay, Dad, it's your turn. I don't think you'll need any lube." "Yeah, I'm going to enjoy sliding through all that cum," Dad groaned. Taylor moaned, and I knew immediately that Dad had buried his cock in his hole. "You okay with that?" Dad asked him. "Yeah, fuck me, Dave." I pulled Taylor close to me and placed my lips on his mouth as Dad began grinding his hairy front into his skin. I could tell when he grazed Taylor's prostate because the boy would moan louder with each movement. "How does it feel, Taylor, to feel my dad's hairy body rubbing against you?" "Hot," he whispered. "Enjoy it," I told him. "I never get tired of feeling his thick bush against my ass, and his thick chest hair drives me out of my fucking mind," I added softly. "Shit, you like hair any way you can get it," Dad said. "No argument there," I agreed. "God, its hot watching you fuck Taylor." It took my father longer to cum this time, and by the time he warned Taylor he was going to fill his ass, the boy was begging him to shoot. "You want my cum, huh?" "Fuck, give it to me, Dave." "Here it comes." Dad screamed out the words as he began adding his load to what was already there. "Fuck, that was intense!" he groaned. I smiled at Taylor and said, "He's pretty good, for an old guy, huh?" "Damn straight." Taylor said softly. For a time the three of us lay there quietly just enjoying the feeling that comes after a hot sex session. It had been quite a time for all three of us, and for the moment, we were quite happy to lay there and not talk. Finally Dad rose up and asked, "So, what are the plans? Are the two of you leaving? You're welcomed to spend the night in here with me." I looked at Dad and then let my eyes settle on Taylor. "Well, truth be known, I think Brandon and Dennis had an evening planned somewhat like the one we've enjoyed. So, if it's okay with you, Dad, I think we'll stay here with you." "No complaints out of me; however, I must warn you: I think I'm ready for sleep." I gave Taylor a smile. "How about you?" "I'm game for whatever," he answered giving me a grin. "I think if its okay with you, I'd like to bury my cock inside your ass and go to sleep. Only if you're okay with that," I added. For an answer Taylor turned with his back to me. "Enter," he ordered. And I did. My dick was hard enough to slip easily inside his slippery hole, and I buried my pole deep enough I felt the matted hair around it press into his skin. I think in a matter of seconds all three of us were lost in Dream Land. <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< From somewhere far off I heard the words, "Fuck me." I wasn't sure where they were coming from, but they were so clear and so close that I was pretty sure I hadn't dreamed them. Again, "Fuck me." Something told me I was dreaming, yet everything seemed so real to me. I was in this room all alone; yet, I felt the presence of someone else. "Fuck my ass." The words came again, only this time a bit different. Suddenly another person was in the room with me. I couldn't see his face. He had his back to me. He leaned over and placed his hands, one on each ass cheek. He pulled them a part, exposing a hole surrounded by thick red hair. "Fuck me, Steve," the voice said. I walked up and placed my hands on the ass. My dick was hard, and I pushed the head inside. The next thing I knew, this body pushed back into me, forcing my cock to slide the rest of the way in. I could feel the hair around the hole mix in with my own brown pubes. "Fuck!" I cried out. "That's what I'm trying to get you to do." Suddenly I was awake. My dick felt stretched to the limit, buried all the way down to its hairy root. My dream had turned to reality. Without thinking about what I was doing, I began working my way in and out of some tight ass. Taylor's ass. "Finally," he said. "I thought you were never going to get with it." "I thought I was dreaming," I whispered. "Maybe you were, but you're awake now. Fuck me," he ordered. And I did. Before we went to sleep, I had entered him still slightly hard, and I don't think I ever lost it. As I slept with it still inside him, I think only got harder. It woke Taylor up and he wanted me to fuck him. "How much more can the two of you take?" Dad called out from his side of the bed. "Go back to sleep," I said between thrusts. "I'm trying, but it's kind of hard when the entire bed shakes." I began pounding Taylor's ass harder, and with all the cum already inside him, it didn't take me long to add more to the deposit. "Here it comes," I warned. That load was probably the smallest I had shot in a long time, but the feeling it created was so intense I thought I would die. It started from underneath my sticky bush and coursed its way throughout my entire body. Finally I said, "Okay, Dad, you can go back to sleep now. We're finished." "Maybe you are," Taylor groaned. I reached around, my fingers trailing through the thick red hair that surrounded his cock. I was met with a thick hard shaft protruding out from all that fur. "Oh, shit," I moaned. "Don't tell me, he's hard as a rock," Dad said. "You guessed it." I felt the bed move. "Okay, Taylor, fuck my ass." The words came from Dad. "Are you sure?" "Hell, if you don't none of us will get any sleep tonight. Your cum's still up there, so dig in." I heard Taylor take a deep breath when he entered my dad's ass. "Fuck his hole, Taylor," I said. "Pound him hard." The bed began moving as Taylor's thrusts became deeper. Ass fucking still new to him, it didn't take him long to add a second load inside Dad's ass. "Oh, yea, Taylor, give me your load," Dad groaned. "Shit, I can feel your cum inside me." When Taylor had finished, he said only one word. "Fuck." "A very good fuck, I might add," Dad assured him. "Now perhaps we can get some sleep." I gave Taylor a grin. "Yeah, he's a good fuck, but he's still an old man." "Give me a few hours, and I'll make you think `old man'," Dad retorted. "Point taken," I said. I turned over on my side and wrapped my arms around Taylor. On the other side, Dad did the same thing. This time when we went to sleep, we didn't wake up until the sun made its way inside the room through the window. End 41 Mark Stevens