Date: Mon, 25 Mar 2013 15:44:11 -0700 (PDT) From: Jerlar Subject: New Shower 47 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 47 Steve The sun had disappeared from sight when I walked inside the office Monday evening. Dad was sitting behind the desk. He gave me a big smile and greeted me. "Come in, Steve." "Why the big grin?" I asked. "I just made the deposit." "I take it the weekend was good?" "Damn good," he answered. "Your friend, Doug, has already booked a cabin for next weekend," he added. "My friend?" "Let's just say the man really enjoyed the hot tub." I couldn't keep the grin off my face. "Yeah, he did seem to enjoy himself in the water." "What about you and Dennis? How was your enjoyment?" "Oh, I think we enjoyed it even more than Doug." Dad picked up the bank bag and stood to his feet. "So I was informed. Hey, I'm going to take this to town and leave in the drop box. For safe keeping," he added as he opened the outside door. "Need company?" "I can manage. I think most of the guests have left, but you might run a quick check. I'll see you back at the house." Dad had been gone hardly any time when Dennis joined me in the office. "Well, the last guest has gone," he said. "I've checked all of the cabins, and they are in good shape. We might do a bit of light cleaning tomorrow, but it won't take much to have everything ready for this weekend." Dennis asked about Dad, and I told him about the trip to the bank. "I can't give you any amount, but Dad says we had a really good first weekend. He said we had one guest to book a cabin for next weekend." "Would that be Doug, by chance?" I nodded. "That would be correct. It seems Doug really enjoyed the hot tub," I finished with a grin. My uncle walked across the room and put his arms around my shoulders. "He may have enjoyed himself, but something tells me we enjoyed it more." His lips found mine and gave me a kiss. His touch created such a sensation for me that my dick began crawling through my pubes, pulling some of the hair as it went. I broke the kiss. "You may be right. The entire time you had my cock inside your mouth I could see how much the man enjoyed the sight. The harder you sucked my rod, the faster he worked his dick. It was hot having you suck me and watching his hairy body at the same time." "I could tell. You shot way more spunk down my throat than usual." I kissed him again. "Are you complaining?" "Fuck no, I'm not complaining." Dennis reached down and pressed a hand into my crotch. "Shit, has talk of our hot tub experience made you hard?" I pulled my uncle's body against mine. Rubbing the crotch of my shorts against his front, I said, "Appears I'm not the only one here that's excited. Why don't you do something about it?" Grinning he said, "I think I will." I watched him go over and lock the office door. He came back and reached for my shorts. "You afraid somebody might walk in on us?" As he tugged my shorts down, Dennis said, "Hell, I could care less if Brandon or Taylor came in and caught us. I don't think it would be wise if a prospective guest decided to stop and get some information on the campground and caught us fucking around." "Probably not," I agreed and pulled a desk drawer open. I handed Dennis a bottle of lube. "I put this here for just such emergencies." My uncle smiled and said, "A man after my own heart." In less than half a minute we were both naked from the waist down. Dennis covered his cock heavily with lube and pushed me over the desk. "Give me that hairy hole," he ordered. Of course he got no objection from me. With my front against the desk top, I reached back and pulled my cheeks a part. I felt my uncle's slippery thick rod slowly invade my man cave. "Oh, fuck," he groaned. He planted his cock as far as he possibly could inside me. I felt the wiry thick hair around his dick as it began scratching my flesh. "God, I feel your hair," I moaned. "Love feeling your body hair touching me, Dennis," I added. "I love rubbing it against you." He slammed my ass a few times and asked, "Feel the hair around my dick?" I groaned letting him know that not only did I feel it, but he was about to drive me out of my wind teasing me with it. Right in the middle of my fuck with my uncle, the telephone on the desk rang. My first intension was to ignore the ringing it gave out. Then another thought ran through my mind. It would be hot to answer the phone while being fucked by Dennis at the same time. I surprised Dennis when I reached for the receiver. "Keep fucking me," I said. Sandy, the teller from the bank answered my greeting. "Hey, Sandy," I said. "Sure, I remember you," I said answering his question. I quickly discovered that it's not the easy to carrying on a telephone conversation while having my ass plowed at the same time. "Is this a bad time?" Sandy asked. I assured him it was anything but a bad time. He was wondering about the coming up weekend; did we have any openings left. I quickly assured him we did, and made a reservation for him. "I have you down for Friday evening," I said. Sandy seemed unsure about the entire weekend, and I told him he could let us know Saturday morning whether he wanted to spend the entire weekend with us or not." I returned the telephone and turned my full attention to my uncle. "Yeah, fuck my ass," I groaned. "Send your man cream up my chute," I begged. "God, I'm going to shoot," he warned. I felt his cock swell up and begin filling me with his load. I forced the muscles in my ass to clinch around the base of his hairy root, squeezing the last bit of cum from him. His balls emptied and his cum in my hole, my uncle rested his hairy chest against my back. With his cock still buried in my cum-filled hole, he began laughing. He laughed so hard he made my body shake as well. "What's so funny?" "I've never fucked anyone while they were on the telephone before." "It was different," I agreed. "Talk about advertising for the campground." "Sandy did ask if it was a bad time to be calling, but he had no way in hell knowing I was getting the daylights fucked out of me." I felt Dennis reach around my body and work his arm between the desk and my stomach. He found my cock and wrapped his fingers around the hard shaft. "Let's get you off," he said. "We can talk later." I had leaked so much pre cum that when my uncle began stroking me, it took only a matter of a minute or so before I was shooting my own thick creamy load. Dennis caught it in his hand. When I was through shooting, he brought his hand up to his mouth. He began sucking his palm until it was clean, not one drop of cum left to cover his flesh. "Shit, I love your cum, Kid," he groaned. Suddenly we both heard a noise. Somebody had tried to open the office door and discovered it locked. "Hey, we know someone's in there." The voice we heard was my son. I called out, "Anyone with you, Brandon?" "Just Taylor," he called through the door. Remaining where I was, my ass full of my uncle's cum, I said to Dennis, "Let those two in." Dennis grinned and went to the door. He unlocked it and pulled the door back. Brandon and Taylor joined us in the office. "Oh my God!" The words came from Taylor Brandon said, "Are you two at it again?" I pulled my sticky ass cheeks a part. "As you can see, we've just finished." "That's so fucking hot," Taylor moaned. I worked my ass until the cum inside it could be heard moving around. "Care to add more, Taylor?" Taylor looked at my uncle. "Can I?" he asked. "Hell, you don't need my permission," he assured the boy. Taylor quickly dropped his shorts, allowing his cock the freedom it wanted. He walked up behind me, and I felt the head of his dick push its way inside my ass. It burped cum and quickly swallowed him all the way down to his red haired root. I could feel his fury nut sac rubbing against my skin. His balls felt full of cum. I heard another noise and turned to discover my son had dropped his shorts as well. He was standing naked from the waist down, his cock hard and begging to release its load too. "Care for a fuck, Uncle?" he asked Dennis. ""I'll take your dick anytime, day or night," Dennis quickly assured my son. Dennis leaned over the desk as well, his head close to mine. He stretched his neck and kissed me on the mouth. The same time his tongue entered me, my son's cock pushed inside him. The pressure in his ass caused him to kiss me passionately. It was so hot knowing my son was plowing our uncle's ass, while at the same time, my own ass was being attacked by Taylor's thick hairy dick. Dennis had fucked me hard, and when Taylor began rubbing my prostate, I found myself suddenly hard again, my dick wanting to shoot a second load. I knew I was about to erupt and didn't want to cover Dad's desk with my spunk. I pushed back into Taylor, forcing him to step back a step. "Sorry," I whispered. "I didn't want to cover the desk with my load." "Fuck!" I felt Taylor's dick swell up. It shot a rope of cum into my ass, adding it to my uncle's load. From the other side, I heard my son cry out, and I knew he was shooting his cream into Dennis' hairy hole as well. A moment later the door opened. "What the hell?" Dad was standing in the door, his mouth wide open. "Are you guys crazy?" I felt Taylor quickly pull out of my ass. Brandon did the same thing. Suddenly my ass felt empty, and I wished he had remained inside me. Brandon and Taylor quickly pulled their shorts up and left the office, leaving Dennis and me to face my father. "Are you two out of your fucking mine?" Dad asked after the younger two had left. "I thought I had locked the door," Dennis offered. "Well, evidentially you didn't. What if a guest had walked through the door?" "Everyone has left," I said. "Still, you have to be careful," Dad said. "We all do," he added. Dennis walked over and locked the door. He turned and faced my father. "Let Steve and I make it up to you, Dave." And we did! <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Even though the week was short because of the holiday, we had the campground ready long before the next guest arrived. By the time Friday came around, we had a guest list that went all the way into the following weekend. Word was getting around and some of the weekdays were booked as well. I saw Doug when he delivered our beer order on Thursday. He assured me he was looking forward to spending another weekend with us. By the time guests had arrived Friday afternoon, we had restocked with plenty of beer, pop, and other food items. It would certainly be nice when the store was built. We could carry a lot more merchandise to sell. Most of the guests last weekend had expressed an interest in the fact the store would be up and running by the following summer. Friday evening I was on the telephone in the office when the door opened and Sandy walked inside. I wrote a reservation down and ended the call. "Hi, Sandy," I greeted. He gave me a smile. "It's Steve; am I correct?" I gave him a nod. "Yes, you are. Welcome to the Back Woods Campground." He had reserved one of the cabins, and I gave him the key and directions how to find it. I told him about the bath house, as well as the two hot tubs. "You'll see signs, Sandy, but I'll mention it to you all the same. We prefer that you not wear clothing in the hot tubs. Plays hell with the chemicals," I added. "Nudity is allowed?" I studied him intently. "Have a problem with that?" He quickly shook his head and said, "Not a problem for me." He pocketed the key I gave him and asked, "So, is there a lot of nudity here at the campground?" "Hard to say, Sandy," I answered. "Last weekend was our first weekend to be open," I reminded. "Did you happen to notice the tall fence as you drove up to the office just now?" At his nod, I went on, saying, "The main reason for that fence is for privacy. After all, we want our guests to feel comfortable in their surroundings." "So, if I were to decide to walk from the shower house to the hot tub, or vice versa, there wouldn't be any problem doing it in the buff?" "Not at all," I assured him. "All we ask is that you wear some type of clothing if you drop by the office. For the time being," I added. "When we built the fence, we didn't give much thought about the office area. My father and I were talking just this week, and we've decided to add on to the existing fence so that anyone driving up cannot see the office area. That way, after our store is opened and you need to pick up a thing or two, you can come see us without getting dressed. Should you be unclothed," I added. I couldn't control the grin that formed on my lips. Sandy returned the grin and said, "Sounds good by me, Steve. I guess I'll go check out my cabin." "If you need anything, feel free to ask." As Sandy was leaving the office, Dad came inside. I introduced him to our guest. "Welcome, Sandy," he greeted. He turned to me and said, "Why don't you give Sandy your fancy tour, Steve? I can handle the office." I couldn't control the red that slowly crept up my cheeks. I hurried outside the building and told Sandy to follow my truck. I started the engine and pulled slowly out onto the road that went through the middle of the campground. I stopped in front of Sandy's cabin and shut the engine off. "This is your place, Sandy," I said. I pointed out the bath house and then the hot tub. "There are two; you can use which ever one you choose. Or both," I added, giving him a grin. I watched as Sandy took a deep breath. "I think I'm going to like it out here." "Good hope you do. We like it when our guests are satisfied." Sandy gave me a smile of his own. "I bet you do," he said. I pointed out a few more things concerning the campground and then walked with him up to the cabin door. He unlocked it and stepped inside the room. "Nice," he said looking around. "It's nothing fancy, but it has good air and heat, which ever you prefer." He reached for the thermostat on the wall and gave it a turn. "I'll take air," he said. "It won't take long to cool down. By the time you take a look around camp your cabin should be cooled down for you." I left Sandy and returned to the office. Dad greeted me and said, "Did you get Sandy taken care of?" "What the hell are you up to, Dad?" My father had a puzzled look on his face. "I'm not up to anything, Steve. I just asked if you had our guest taken care of; wasn't aware that I was `up' to anything, as you put it." "Yeah, whatever." A lot of our guests began arriving at the same time, and for the next hour the two of us were kept busy taking money and handing out keys. We had a party coming at six o'clock that had reserved the bunk house. While the two of us worked with the new arrivals, Dennis sold beer, pop, and other supplies from our make shift store. Brandon and Taylor took turns showing the guests to their quarters and giving out information concerning the campground as needed. The ones who hadn't been there the previous weekend all asked the same question. It seemed they had heard there was a lax rule concerning clothing, and both boys quickly assured them they had heard correctly. Clothing was completely optional, except where the office was concerned; and the hot tubs. No leniency there, they told the guests. Just as the sun was disappearing from the sky, Dad and Dennis returned to the office. "We can handle this, Steve," Dad said. "Why don't you take a break? You've not stopped since the arrival of the first guest this afternoon." "I think I will." "There's sandwich fixings in the frig," Dennis said. I decided to look around the campground. As I walked along the road, I spoke to several of the campers. The heat was slowly disappearing from the day, and a lot of the men were sitting outside their cabins visiting and enjoying their beer with each other. I came to Sandy's cabin and discovered him sitting alone on the porch. He called out to me, "Come up and join me, Steve." I took the chair he offered. He reached inside a cooler and handed me a beer. Without thinking, I hesitated, not taking the bottle from him. "Oh, I get it; you can't drink on the job, right?" I shook my head and took the drink from him. "No, that's not it." Suddenly I felt silly. "I guess I was thinking I shouldn't be drinking your beer since you bought it from us to begin with." "Can't I buy you a drink?" "Of course," I answered. "Sorry, didn't mean to sound like an ass." "Oh, you're definitely not an ass, Steve." I opened my bottle and touched the one he held out. "To new friends," he toasted. "New Friends," I echoed. We both took a swig from our bottle. "So, tell me, Steve, what gave your family the idea for this campground?" I took another drink from my bottle. "Well, actually my dad came up with this idea. He retired from the Postal System a few years back, so I guess he had a bit too much time on his hands. He surprised the hell out of me when he first mentioned this idea to me. "The other gentlemen, he's your uncle?" I nodded. "Dennis was my mother's brother." "Was?" "Not too long after my dad retired my mother was killed in an accident. She and my aunt both," I added. "Linda was Dennis' wife," I explained. "I'm sorry. Please forgive me, Steve. I didn't mean to pry." "It's okay." "And you have a son?" Again I nodded. "Brandon," I said. "And a wife?" "It's gets a bit complicated here," I said. "I'll put it this way: When Brandon was eleven years old his mother decided she no longer wanted to be a mom." "Fuck, I've put my foot in my mouth again, haven't I? Sorry." "No need to be. It's just life, and there's nothing any of us can do about it." "Is your uncle retired as well?" "Not yet. He has to make up his mind soon. He had talked about quitting work by August, but now he thinks he might stick it out a bit longer." "Must be nice to have that option," Sandy commented. I drained my bottle. "I agree with you completely. I almost have enough time with the PO myself, but I'm too young." "How much longer for you?" "Let's just say I still have about eighteen years before I can quit working." "I'm with you on that one. It's so for down the road for me that I can't even see the light at the end of the tunnel. Care for another beer?" I took another bottle from him and said, "Hell, why not? I'll buy the next round," I added. "What's going on with you?" I asked as I opened the new bottle. He spent the next few moments summing up his life, as he put it. He was not from here, but had landed a job with the bank a couple years ago and had moved to town. It turned out he was a couple years younger than me. He asked Brandon's age, and I told him he had just graduated from high school this year. "Wow, you had him young, didn't you?" "Yeah, but let me tell you, he's the best thing that ever happened in my life." "Is the other boy related to you as well?" "Taylor? No, he answered an ad we had for a job here at the campground." "That's funny; I would have sworn he was part of the family." "Well, we do feel like he is family," I answered. The next words Sandy spoke shocked the hell out of me. "Is your son gay?" "Why the hell would you ask that?" "I'm sorry, Steve. I've offended you, and believe me, that was not my intention. Not at all," he added softly. I was silent for a moment, thinking over what I wanted to say. "I don't like to put labels on anyone," I began. "It's just something I don't believe in." I looked closely at Sandy and decided to be completely honest with him. Brandon and Taylor do care for each other, and it wouldn't surprise me at all if what they feel turns into something more." "And if it did, would you have a problem with it?" "Not at all." "How about you, Steve?" "What about me?" "I'll put it this way. Since you aren't one for labeling people, do you prefer the company of gentlemen?" I remained silent for a moment or so. Then I said, "I've been known to enjoy the company of a good man." "I see." "That a problem for you, Sandy?" Looking startled, Sandy said, "Well, actually, not a problem at all for me. That is, unless I asked you out on a date and you turned me down." "Well, how about it? A date, I mean." "When?" "How would you feel about now? Are you through working tonight?" "Well, actually, I was thinking about checking out the hot tub this evening." Sandy stood to his feet. "Mind if I join you?" "I need to go to the house and pick up a towel," I said. Sandy disappeared inside his cabin and soon returned carrying two bath towels. "No need," he said. "I have an extra with me." He handed me one and asked, "Can we take the cooler with us?" "Yeah, if you don't mind me free loading on you." "Do we need to shower first?" "I do. I have a day's worth of grime and grit covering me." "I do too; let's hit the showers." We left the porch, and I led the way to the shower house, Sandy close behind me. When we stepped inside, he looked around. "Nice," he praised. "A good shower is always appreciated when camping out," I agreed. Sandy began pulling his clothes off. "Guess we should have left our clothes at my cabin. Now we'll have to keep up with them." I quickly followed suit, and soon the two of us were scrubbing our bodies, washing whatever grime we had, down the drain. I tried to keep my eyes focused on the floor but failed miserably. I caught myself trying to catch glimpses of Sandy's body. I noticed he had some hair on his chest, but it wasn't nearly as thick as my own fur. He did have a nice treasure trail of dark blond hair that ran all the way down to a thick rug that formed a wide triangle around his cock. Sandy had a nice rounded ass, and I suddenly wondered what it would feel like to run my fingers along the narrow crack that separated his two cheeks. I quickly turned and faced the wall; had to because I felt my dick starting to rise. As I finished scrubbing my body I felt that Sandy was watching me, taking in my own body. "You have a nice body," he said from behind me. "Thanks. You, too, I added. "Why don't you join me?" Thinking I had control finally over my cock, I turned and faced Sandy. "Look, Sandy, there's this thing. My father doesn't' think it's a good idea to play around with the guests." "What about if we're out on a date?" I felt my cock thicken up once more and turned the cold water on stronger. "Well, a date would be different." "Didn't we call this a date?" "We did. Still, I" "I understand, Steve. Sorry, hope I didn't sound pushy." "It's okay. Sandy, there's just so much about me you don't know." "You can tell me anything, anytime. I hope you know that, Steve." "Give me a little time, okay?" Sandy turned the water off and reached for his towel. "For now, let's hit the hot tub, okay?" In a short time we dried off, and carrying our clothes, headed for the hot tub. When we stepped onto the covered deck, we discovered we were the only ones there. "Good, a little privacy," Sandy said. I told him about Doug. "He enjoys the tub a lot, so don't be surprised to see him dropping in for a visit." "Well, privacy isn't all it's cracked up to be," Sandy decided. We dropped our towels and stepped into the tub. "Ah, fuck," he moaned. "This is great, Steve." "It is, isn't it?" I sat on a bench along one side of the tub. Sandy joined me. "Is this acceptable?" he asked. "I mean for you to sit this close to a guest?" I couldn't keep from smiling. "Yes, very acceptable." I felt his foot touch mine, and he added, "How about this?" I pushed against him. "Acceptable," I said. "Good." The two of us sat there for a time enjoying the quiet of the night. No other sound could be heard, other than the water circulating in the hot tub. "So, again, what made you people decide on a campground like this?" I shrugged my shoulders in the water. I think the reason Dad came up with this idea was he just wanted a place where men could come and be themselves." "So, no women are allowed?" "Dad says this place is no different than a men's club. Only men are allowed there, and the same goes for the campground here." "I like that men can come here and be free and relaxed." "That was Dad's intention when he decided to build this place. He says a man should be able to do what a man needs to do without any restrictions." "Your dad sounds like a man's man. My kind of man," he added. "He wants all of our guests to be comfortable and to enjoy themselves. He" I stopped talking. "Sounds like we're going to have company," Sandy remarked. I recognized the voices but didn't say anything. As we sat there in the water, Brandon and Taylor walked up to the side of the tub. They each had a towel wrapped around their waist. "How's the water?" Taylor asked. "You guys care for some company?" Brandon asked. His eyes were on me as he spoke. "Come on in," I invited. I introduced them to Sandy. "Hi, fellows," he greeted. Taylor reached down and extended his hand. "Hey, Sandy, glad to meet you." Brandon brushed a hand across one of Sandy's shoulders and echoed the same words. I watched Sandy as Brandon and Taylor dropped their towels and stepped into the tub. He made no attempt to hide the fact that he was looking at their naked bodies. I couldn't resist the temptation. The lights along the side of the tub provided just enough light that I could tell that Sandy's cock was thickening up. He was definitely enjoying the sight of the two new comers. "So," Taylor asked taking a seat across from us, anything much going on?" Brandon took a seat beside him. "Just enjoying the night," I answered. "How about you two?" Sandy asked. "Just glad the day is over," Taylor answered. I asked Brandon what his Grandpa was doing. "He's locked the office up and gone to the house. He said he has the office phone forwarded to the house phone." "Said he was tired and going to hit the bed," Taylor added. "What about Dennis?" I asked. "What about me?" I turned and discovered my uncle standing on the deck above us. "Care if I join you fellows?" "Come on in," Sandy said. He introduced himself. "Glad to meet you, Sandy." Again, I enjoyed watching Sandy's face as he watched my uncle drop his towel. This time I noticed his cock was not only thick, but standing hard and proud in the water. Evidentially he enjoyed viewing my uncle's body very much. Hell, so did I for that matter. No matter how many times I saw him naked, the sight of Dennis' body always made me hard. This time was no exception. The thick black hair that covered his body never failed to excite me. I felt a pressure on my foot. When I looked at Sandy, I discovered his eyes focused on the water between my legs. "Hum," he said; nothing more. Suddenly I felt a pinch on the side of my cheek next to him, and I jumped. "Something after you?" he asked an innocent look on his face. "For a moment I thought so." "Don't worry, you're safe." "Hope you're right." There was a quick movement in front of Brandon, and I realized he and Taylor were playing around. "Careful, guys," I warned. They both turned red in the face. Sandy realized what was happening. He said, "Let the two of them alone, Steve. Hell, they're young; let them have a little fun." My face turned red. I turned and faced the two across from me and said, "You heard the man; have a good time." "Just remember the sign," Dennis said with a grin. He pointed to the wall. "Shit, no sex, huh?" The words were spoken by Sandy. "Trust me, there are ways around that," Dennis assured him. "Yeah, we heard about you and Dad," Brandon teased his uncle. I felt Sandy's body stiffen next to mine. When I looked over at him, I saw a look of disbelief on his face. I could tell what he was thinking. At first I could find no words to say, so I remained silent. He suddenly pulled his foot away, leaving me alone in the water. "Finally I said, "I told you, Sandy; there was a lot about me you don't know about. Remember our conversation earlier this evening?" He nodded and remained quiet. Dennis must have understood the situation and felt he needed to come to my defense. Speaking slowly, he said, "Sandy, I realize you've just met our family, and I hope you haven't been too shocked about what you have just heard. I will be completely honest with you; our family is a very close family. We also include Taylor in our family as well," he added. "I don't make any excuses or offer any explanation why we are the way we are. We just are. Hopefully you won't think any the less of us for that." Sandy remained very quiet. Well, so much for a new friend, I was thinking to myself. Then I happened to look down in the water. Suddenly I knew he was okay with us; with me. His dick was harder than a rock, and I could see a string of pre cum stretched out in the water. He was turned on by what he had learned about us; not sickened; not turned off. He found our words to be exciting. The truth was right there between his legs. A hard cock never lies. Never. I took a deep breath and went searching for his foot with mine. I was relieved when I felt him push against me. "Dennis is right, Sandy. I can't tell you why our family feels the way we do. We just do. We love each other very much," I added softly. "They really do," Taylor said. "I knew from the first day I met them that they shared a special bond, a unique love for each other. And they took me in no questions asked." "I can see that." Sandy spoke the words quietly. "Of course we don't share this information with just anyone," Dennis reminded. "Only our closest friends," he added. I felt relief when I saw a smile form on Sandy's face. "I'm glad you feel you can share this with me." He paused for a minute and then said, "You called yourselves a special family. Does that mean Steve's dad as well?" I decided to be completely honest with him. "Sandy, from the time I was sixteen, my father and I have been very close. I always felt close to him, even felt a sexual attraction to him, but neither of us acted on it until I was older." Sandy looked at Brandon. "What about you and your father?" "We share the same closeness," my son answered. "And I've been very fortunate to share the same kind of feelings with the entire family," Dennis spoke up. "Wow." Sandy spoke the word and went silent. A moment later he added, "I just don't know what else to say?" I surprised myself by placing a hand on his bare leg. "Sandy, I hope you realize just how much of a chance we took by sharing our story with you. I'm still not certain why we did so quickly, but evidentially everyone felt comfortable confiding in you. I can only speak for myself, and I can truthfully say this was true for me." "I appreciate the fact you shared this with me. That all of you could," he added looking around the tub. I looked at the cooler still sitting on the deck. "I'm sure the beer helped a little," I decided. "Maybe for you; the rest of us had nothing to drink," Dennis pointed out. Sandy suddenly jumped out of the water. "Excuse my manners," he said. He began passing the beer around. He looked at me and asked, "What about these two?" "They can have one," I answered. "No more," I added. As we sat next to each other in the hot tub, I found it difficult to believe that this many naked men were sitting next to each other and nothing more serious than chugging beer was happening. There were no hard cocks, no teasing, no fondling, grasping, nothing but men enjoying each other's company. It was plain to see that Sandy still had lots of unanswered questions about our life style, and everyone there did their best to try and explain our situation. Much later Sandy said, "I can see that you guys actually do care for each other in a very different way; that you have a deep love for each other. I admire you for that; and for being brave enough to live the life you choose." "That brings up a good question," Dennis said. "Did we choose this kind of life? Or is just the life we've been given?" "This is a deep subject, perhaps one we should continue another time; however, I will say this: I feel the only choice that has been made here is that we chose to live the life we live because that is our life and who we really are. And the bottom line, I hope for two things. One: that we've not lost your respect. Two: Your friendship." "I am certainly not one to judge you," Sandy said. "While it's true, I was very much taken back by your announcement, still, I who enjoy the company of men in every sense of the word, again, I judge no one. Be assured of that," he added. "As for being a friend, I appreciate the fact you guys felt good about confiding in me about your lives." "I'll drink to that," Taylor spoke up. "Didn't I see the two of you having more than the one approved beer just now?" "Ah, Dad," Brandon said giving me a grin." Dennis laughed and said, "Yeah, Dad, get with the program here." The five of us remained in the water way into the night, talking, splashing each other, having a great time. Even though much touching was done, nothing sexual came about. By the time we left the hot tub everyone there had experienced at least the feel of another man's cock, and even though hard at times, nothing happened. I walked with Sandy back to his cabin where I told him goodnight. "You're welcomed to come inside," he assured me. "I appreciate that, Sandy. I think, for now, I had better head to the house. I'll catch up with you in the morning. Okay?" Sandy gave me a smile. "Okay, Steve." I jumped into my truck, not forgetting to give him a wave. He was still standing on the porch of his cabin when I drove out the gate. End 47 Mark Stevens