Date: Sat, 13 Apr 2013 15:02:56 -0700 (PDT) From: Jerlar Subject: New Shower 48 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 48 One Year Later Steve I parked my truck in a space next to the office and shut the engine off. I got out of the vehicle and looked around the camp grounds. A year had passed since our business venture had come into being. Not only had we survived our first year of "camping", so to speak, but we were nearly finished with the entire project as well. The grounds now proudly bore not one, but two bunk houses for our guests to enjoy, as well as a small store added on to the side of the office building. A door had been placed on the outside wall of the office which now provided access to the newly opened convenience store. The only thing keeping the project from being complete was the missing café. The plans had been drawn up, and hopefully by the time we completed our second anniversary, it would be up and running as well. I walked inside the store and found Dennis stocking the coolers with beer. Now that the store was finished, we had moved the them from the office to the new building. "I heard you were working, but I didn't believe it," I greeted my uncle with a grin. "Hell, I'm working my ass off," he informed me. I walked over and gave his butt a slap with my hand. "It's still there." "I could use your help with the coolers." I looked at the beer stacked on the floor. "You think you ordered enough?" "I would rather have too much than run out," he informed me. "Can you believe this is our anniversary weekend?" I opened a case of beer and began stocking the second box. "I can believe that easier than I can the fact I am retired." My uncle had been thinking about retirement for a time, and the previous December, had made up his mind to do it. Since January 1st he had been able to devote his time completely to the campground. That was the main reason we now had the second bunk house and the store up and running. "I should be so lucky," I said reaching for another case. "I'll probably be working for the Post Office when I'm ninety. It feels that way," I added. "Kid, let me tell you something. It will be here before you can blink an eye. And when it does, you're going to wonder where the years went." "Are you two working or talking?" I looked up to see my father standing in the doorway that separated the store from the office. "We're multi - tasking," I answered. "What, your mouths?" Dennis grinned and changed the subject. "Tell me, Dave, how do the reservations look up for this weekend?" "They look good. Both bunk houses are full and most of the cabins as well. There are three of those left." Dad looked at the stocked shelves around him. "I hope we guessed right on everything. I don't want to run out of anything, but I also don't want a lot of stuff left over." "It may take us a while to get it down. After all," I pointed out, "we could only go by the number of guests we've been averaging." "Look at it this way, Dave," Dennis said, "what doesn't sell this weekend we'll sale the next. Now that hot weather has arrived, we're going to see more of a steady flow during the week." The telephone rang, and Dad went back inside the office. Dennis looked at me and grinned. "Your old man just can't help but worry, can he?" "I think he worries now because he really wants the business to be successful. It's hard for him. He's used to always paying cash for everything, because when he was working, that was his practice." "He's still paying for everything," Dennis reminded. "True, but when he worked for the Post Office, he knew a pay check was going to come in twice a month, no matter what. He knows the camp ground has expenses each month, whether we have guests or not." <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< The sun had disappeared from the sky and night had settled in when I left the office that evening. Sandy had reserved a cabin for the weekend, and I was on my way to meet him. The two of us had been dating for a few months. We had started out very slowly at first. In fact, we had dated strictly for dating purposes, with no sex happening between us. I was pretty sure that was about to change, because he had invited me to spend the night with him in his cabin. As of yet, I still hadn't given him an answer. The night air had cooled with the setting of the sun, and my walk down to his cabin proved to be quite refreshing. I stepped on the porch and knocked on the cabin door. "Hey," he greeted. I walked inside, and Sandy gave me a kiss. "I was just thinking about you," he said. I gave him a smile. "Is that good or bad?" He gave me a silly grin. "Oh, very good," he assured me. "In fact, I've had some really nice thoughts about you lately." "You ready to hit the hot tub?" "I might be. Especially since one of those thoughts was about soaking with you in a hot tub naked." "I am definitely ready. It's been a busy day for me." "Do you need a towel? I have an extra one if you do." I took the towel he handed me, and we headed for the shower house. On the way he asked me if I was going to spend the night with him. "Not to put pressure on you," he said with a grin. "I'm thinking about it. Let's see how the night goes." Once inside the bath house, we threw our towels on the bench and hit the showers. The hot water felt so good to my body as I stood under the steamy spray with my eyes closed. The needles felt good as they penetrated my flesh. I was enjoying my water massage so much that I was startled when I felt arms wrapping around my chest. A warm body pressed against my wet skin, and a voice whispered softly in my ear. "Will this help you with your decision?" I turned sideways and saw Sandy standing behind me. I could feel his dick beginning to grow. I reached between us and wrapped my fingers around it. "Hey, that's no fair. You shouldn't tempt me this way." "Hey, I do what I have to," he informed me. Sandy was definitely hard now, and his cock pushed its way along my hairy crack. "Okay, my mind's made up." I stroked his dick a couple of times and then pulled away from him. "Finish with your shower," I said. "Besides, I don't want you starting something you can't finish," I added. "Trust me, Steve, I never start anything I can't finish." "Does that include jacking off, too?" Sandy returned to his shower stall. "That, too," he answered. He turned and faced me. "Guess you'll just have to see for yourself," he grinned. We finished our showers, grabbed our towels and headed for the door. "Do we have to wear these things?" Sandy asked. "Sandy, what is the motto here at Back Woods Campground?" "Do whatever makes you feel comfortable." I threw the towel over my shoulder. "I'll go naked if you will," I said. The two of us stepped outside the building where the cool night breeze caressed our bodies. We slowly made our way to one of the hot tubs, enjoying the freedom of our nakedness. When we reached the hot tub, we discovered a couple of guys already enjoying the water. "Come on in," they both invited. Sandy and I stepped into the tub and sat on one of the side seats beneath the water. The men were staying in one of the cabins. One of them looked at Sandy and said, "I think we're neighbors." "We're right next to you," the other one replied. "I'll try not to disturb you," Sandy said giving them a grin. "We don't mind being disturbed in certain ways," the first one declared. Sandy turned and smiled at me. "See, if you spend the night with me, the neighbors won't mind a bit." "Hell, no, we won't," they both chimed in. "I'm trying to get this guy here to spend the night, but he's playing hard to get." The one man, who introduced himself as Bill, said, "Hell, if he doesn't we have plenty of room in our cabin." Sandy reached over and planted a kiss on my mouth. "I think by the time we leave this hot tub, I'll have him convinced." "Just remember, no sex in the tub," the second one, Frank, reminded. "That's per the owners." Bill gave his friend a playful punch on the shoulder. In a pretend whisper, he said, "I think he is the owner." Sandy moved closer to me and I felt his foot touch mine. "Do you think the owner of this place would be interested in seeing the inside of my cabin?" I reached through the water and wrapped my fingers around Sandy's cock. "I've heard that the owner is definitely interested." <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< It was late when we left the hot tub and made our way slowly along the road to Sandy's cabin. "The offer is still on the table," he reminded me. As we stepped inside his cabin, I said, "I think I would like that, Sandy." My clothes were on the bed. I reached inside my shorts and pulled out my cell phone. Then having second thoughts, I dropped it on the bed. "Hell, I don't need to make a call. Dad was pretty sure I would decide to stay with you." Sandy pulled me into his arms and kissed me. I returned his kiss, and seconds later our bodies were lost in the passion we had created between us. I broke a way. "Sandy, I have to say something here." His breath still heavy, he said, "I'm listening." "Don't take this the wrong way, but we have to use a condom. I think you know the reason why," I added. "Because of the relationship you have with your family. I know that." "I hope you're okay with that." Sandy pulled me back into his arms. "More than okay with it," he assured me. We suddenly found ourselves on the bed, our naked body's withering on top the covers. My hands on Sandy, his on mine, we began exploring each other. Sandy ran his fingers through the thick hair on my chest, moaning as the curls tickled his flesh. "God, I love your body hair," he moaned. I kissed him on his chin, and then traveled down his body, leaving wet marks each time I planted a kiss on his bare skin. It wasn't long before we both needed to release the sexual tension between us the only way we knew how. Suddenly we stopped what we were doing and looked each other squarely in the eye. Who was going to fuck who? That was the question betrayed by our eyes. "Hell, I love both," I said. "Me, too," Sandy grinned. "You can fuck me first." I didn't have to be told twice. Sandy jumped off the bed and walked to his suit case. He soon returned with a box and tossed it to me. "Here are your condoms," he grinned. I pulled one from the box and tore open the package. I couldn't remember the last time I used one of those things. I rolled it down my shaft and tried to keep the hair around it from being sucked inside the sheath. My crotch hair was so thick the rubber couldn't help but pull several strands with it. The rubber was well lubricated. Sandy had placed a bottle of gel on the table beside the bed, and I reached for it. I squeezed some out into my hand. Sandy was on the bed, his knees supporting him. It made for easy access, and I quickly pushed the gel up inside his ass. I fingered him for a couple of moments, working the lube inside him as far as possible. By the time I pulled my slippery finger out, Sandy was more than ready for me to fuck him. "Give me your cock," he begged. I crawled up behind and pressed my dick against his slippery hole. The head slipped inside, and I stopped. "Are you okay?" I asked. "Oh, yeah," he moaned. "Just take it easy." I slowly worked my dick inside him until finally my thick bush was pressed against his flesh. "I'm all the way in," I whispered. "I feel your pubes against me. So fucking hot," he moaned. I began to slowly work in and out of his tight hole, and it wasn't long before Sandy was begging me to fuck him harder. "Pound my ass," he begged. I put a hand on each cheek and used them to pull him to me. Each thrust went deeper, and I'm sure Sandy thought I was going to split his ass wide open. "God, yes," he moaned. "Give me your dick, Steve." His ass was tight, which excited me, but the fact I was actually fucking someone other than a family member made it even more so. Each time I slammed his ass and ground my crotch hair against him, my furry nut sac got closer and closer to exploding a load of cum into the tip of the rubber wrapped around my dick. Suddenly my cock jumped, and I knew I was going to shoot. "I'm going to cum," I cried out. My words made Sandy even wilder. He began bucking me like a stallion. He rode my cock like a cowboy would rode a horse. "Fuck! I screamed. After unloading my cum, I rested a moment. Sandy's back supported me as I remained buried inside his ass. I could feel the condom tugging at my dick, weighted down by the amount of cum I had just shot there. Sandy was the first to speak. "All I can say is you are one good fucker," he moaned. "I try to please." "And you do a damned good job of it," he assured me. We lay there connected for another moment or two. Finally I pulled out of him. The rubber hugged my dick tightly, and I felt the ball of cum press against the tip. I carefully removed it and aimed for the trash can. "Wait." Sandy took the rubber from me and put his mouth at the entrance. He slowly sucked my cum from the rubber and swallowed it. "Oh, yeah, good cum," he moaned. "Love good cum," he added. "Cumaholic, are you?" "Oh, yeah." I fell to the bed. "Well, so am I; so, give me your cum. How do you want me?" "Will you lie on your back? I love to fuck that position." "Hell, yes, I can. That's one of my favorites, too." I spread my legs and waited for Sandy to crawl between them. I watched as he picked a condom up and tore the package open. He unrolled and covered the shaft of his dick until it the edge was lost in all the thick blond fur that grew around the base. "You are really hairy around your cock," I commented. "I love that," I added. "Good, cause I have never shaved down there, and I don't plan to start now." "Trust me, I wouldn't want you to. You should know how I feel by all the hair that's on my body." "Which I love, by the way," he grinned. Sandy crawled between my legs. I had already lubed my hole as I waited. I was more than ready for him to poke me with his what I guessed to be, seven inch cock. I was pretty sure my hole received a lot more attention than Sandy's, because the guy had absolutely no problem sliding inside me. The first push he gave let me feel the dark blond hair of his crotch scrape against my flesh. "Oh, God, yes," I groaned. "You feel so fucking good, Sandy," I cried. "I'm glad, because I'm going to fuck you like crazy." "Oh, yeah, give me that cock. Split my ass wide open," I ordered. Sandy attacked my ass like he hadn't fucked in a long time. In fact, I found out later that he hadn't been with another guy in over a year. The only fun he'd had for months was the feel of his fist as he jacked off. However, at this moment, Sandy was definitely making up for lost time. It was so hot to lie there and look into his face as he slammed my ass. Each time he slam dunked me I could feel his thick crotch hair grab at my hairy nut sac. Suddenly he was apologizing to me, saying, "I'm sorry, Steve, but I'm going to cum. It's been too fucking long." "Do it," I cried. "Shoot your load up my ass." I felt his cock shoot the first spurt of cum inside the rubber. He went deeper each time he shot a rope inside my ass. Suddenly, drained of cum and energy, Sandy lay with his chest against mine. He reached up and kissed me on the mouth. I kissed him back and smiled. "Somebody else knows how to fuck, too," I praised. "As I said, it's been a very long time for me. I promise, next time will be much better for you." "If it gets any better, I'm not sure I can take it. But, I'll try," I added. I gave him another kiss. As we lay there next to each other, naked bodies touching and the smell of cum in the air, we fell asleep. I woke up sometime later, and it took me a while to remember where I was. I felt a naked body wrapped around mine, and at first I thought it might be my father or uncle, or even perhaps my son, Brandon. The room was dark, yet I managed to see the face beside me. Then I remembered. I was in Sandy's cabin. I snuggled closer to him and was almost asleep when a noise disturbed me. I lay in bed and listened. The cabin door opened, and a shadow stood in the doorway. "Kid, are you in here?" There's only one person in the world that calls me "Kid". My uncle. I rose up in bed and the sheet fell across my legs. I called out, "Dennis?" The door closed silently, and the shadow slowly walked across the cabin floor. "Is everything all right?" I asked. The room was just dark enough that Dennis accidentally hit the bed with his body. "If I can crawl in with you, everything will be great," he answered. I scooted closer to Sandy and whispered, "Come on in, Uncle." End 48 Mark Stevens