Date: Wed, 14 Dec 2011 22:06:00 -0800 (PST)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Shower

This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males. If material of
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Mark Stevens



New Shower



	I have always loved looking at hairy men. Nothing gets me more
excited than enjoying the feel, the touch of a man with lots of body
hair. His chest, his crotch, especially his crotch, can really cause my
juices to flow heavily. I think part of my fascination for hair is due to
the fact that I developed early myself. When I was eleven years old I
discovered the first signs of pubic hair sprouting around the base of my
cock. By the time I was twelve I had a thick bush of brown hair surrounding
my dick. I would stand in front of a mirror for hours at a time and play
with my cock. I loved to watch it grow hard. The thick brown hair that
covered my pubic area made me think of a thick tall tree surrounded by a
dense covered forest. By the time I was thirteen I was eight and a half
inches hard and as thick around as any pickle I had ever seen at the movie
theatre. By the time I had turned sixteen my bush had sprouted its way
across my pubic region reaching out to each of my legs. My balls were
covered with so much hair no skin could be seen without pushing the hair
apart.
	From the time my body changed me from a boy to what I considered a
man, I had thought about my dad. Even though I had tried lots of times, I
had never managed to see him naked. I looked a lot like him, and I had
reason to believe my body was a lot like his. The hair on his head was like
mine only a little darker. Where my hair was a light brown, Dad's was a bit
darker. His arms were fairly hairy, same as mine, as were his legs. I had
seen him lots of times without a shirt, and he had a really nice hairy
chest. His chest curls would begin just under his neck and spread thickly
down between his nipples and make their way downward. When the hair reached
his waist it disappeared inside his pants. I could only imagine what it
looked like below that point, and I used that image many times when I
jacked off.
	The summer I turned sixteen I finally got my wish. It had taken me
a long time, but I finally got to see my father naked. And I can tell you,
the wait had been well worth it.
	We lived out in the country about five miles from town. My dad
earned his living working for the postal department. What he enjoyed and
what I thought of as his hobby, was farming. Each summer he would take a
couple of months off from work to "catch things up" around the farm. He
usually took the months of June and July off. This time of year was when
Dad was the happiest.
	The first part of May that year Dad said, "Steve, I've been
thinking about something. You know how your mother is always bitching about
us coming into the house from the field dirty? She says we track dirt all
through the house."
	Before I could answer, Dad went on, saying, "So, I think I have a
solution. We're going to build a shower room outside. Oh, it won't be
fancy, but it will have a nice shower where we can clean up before going
inside the house. What you think, should that make your mom happy?"
	I suddenly had a vision of me doing a lot of jacking under that
shower and had an instant boner in my jeans. That might just be the way I
would finally get to see my father naked. Aloud I said, "Sounds good to
me."
	"Of course you realize you will have to help me build it?"
	Damn, I hadn't thought about that. My only thought had been the two
of us enjoying a shower together.
	"I can handle it," I finally told him.
	"I have mentioned the idea to your uncle Dennis, and he thinks he
might be able to come out and help some with the building."
	Uncle Dennis was my mother's youngest brother. He was a few years
younger than my dad and just as hot to look at. Suddenly I thought I was
going to shoot off right then and there and cum would run down my leg to
the ground.
	Trying to sound as nonchalant as I could, I said, "That would be
cool. At least you would have one person helping that actually knew what he
was doing." Uncle Tim had added an addition on to his own house a few years
back and had done most of the work himself.
	Dad reached out and ran his fingers through my hair. "I'm not
worried. You'll do great."
	That Saturday morning Dad sat down at the kitchen table and in a
couple of hours had drawn a complete diagram of what he wanted. From time
to time he would ask for my in put, and several times he changed and went
with my suggestion.
	Dad looked at the clock on the wall. "We have time to make it
before the lumber yard closes," he said standing to his feet. "Let's go
pick up our supplies. I would like to get started on this tomorrow morning
if possible."
	I jumped in my dad's truck and together we made the short ride into
town. At the lumber yard Dad handed the paper with his figures and his
diagram.
	"Fix me up, George," he said to the man behind the counter. You
want me to drive my truck out back?"
	George nodded, and Dad handed me the truck keys. "You do it," he
told me.
	An hour later we had the supplies we needed. Dad told George to
keep a tab, and he would be in at the end of the month of settle up. My
father had been born, raised, and up to this point, had lived in the same
small town his entire life. Everyone knew him, knew he was good for any
debt he created. That's just the way it had always been, as long as I could
remember.
	Once my father had a project on the brain, he let no grass grow
beneath his feet. He didn't wait until the following morning to start our
building project. When we reached home we ate some sandwiches my mother had
prepared, and the moment I had swallowed my last bite he said, "Okay,
Steve, let's get started."
	We worked the rest of the afternoon and into the evening. Finally
as night settled in and we could no longer see what we were doing we called
it quits.
	The sun was hardly up the next morning when Dad came into my room.
	"Time to get started," he called.
	"You've got to be kidding." I pulled the sheet up over my head.
	Dad reached down and pulled it away from my face. "Get your ass
up," he said.
	Even though he grinned as he said it, I knew Dad meant business. I
threw the sheet back. "Okay, give me a minute. Can I take the time to pee?"
	"You have permission to pee and get dressed. Be down in the kitchen
in ten minutes."
	That's how the entire day went. As I said, once my father got an
idea in his head he went full steam ahead until he was finished. And before
he finished a project, he would have to be pleased. He would never turn out
a "half assed job" as he often referred to whatever project or job he had
going on.
	The following weekend was a repeat of the previous one. The only
difference was that my Uncle Dennis came out on Saturday morning to give us
a hand. Dad and I were already outside working when he drove up in his
truck.
	"I thought you could use someone who actually knows carpentry
work," he greeted with a grin.
	"It's about time you got your ass out here," Dad said with a grin.
	"How's it going, Steve?" my uncle greeted. "Your old man working
the shit out of you?" he asked.
	"He's been pretty decent about it," I answered.
	I really liked my uncle. My father was somewhere around forty, and
Uncle Dennis six or seven years younger than him. When I thought about
working with these two hot sweaty bodies for the entire day, well, I knew
right a way I had to keep my mind busy. It's not very comfortable
supporting a hard on inside jeans, and that's what I would be doing if I
didn't think of something else.
	The three of us worked the entire day and when it was quitting time
I was proud of the fact that I had kept of with the two men the entire day.
	"We keep this up and we should have all the water lines ran
tomorrow evening," Uncle Dennis decided.
	"Does that mean you're coming back tomorrow?" Dad asked hopefully.
	"Damn straight I am. Hell, if I don't you two will never get it
done."
	"Don't be so full of yourself," my father teased.
	"Hey, when you're the best there is, well, what can I say?"
	That night as I lay in bed my thoughts kept returning to that day
and the work I had done beside both my father and my uncle. It had been a
typical warm day in May, and the three of us had created quite a bit of
body sweat as we went about our various chores. More than once I had seen
both men take time to wipe the sweat away from their forehead. I thought a
time or two they were going to remove their wet stained shirts but that
never happened.
	I sleep naked because I love the feel of cool sheets next to my
bare skin. I guess I have slept that way as long as I can remember. As I
lay there thinking about the two hot and sweaty men I had worked with that
day, my fingers made their way down my tight stomach. When I came to my
thick bush I gave a shudder. I love playing in those tight curls. Just the
feel of them touching my fingers is enough to make me hard
instantly. However, I was already hard from thinking about the day. I
quickly wrapped my fingers around my now leaking cock and slowly started
stroking. I enjoyed the warm tingly feeling that was starting to make its
way through my body.
	There was a knock on my bedroom door. I quickly pulled the sheet up
over me. I drew my legs up so my hard dick wouldn't tent the sheet.
	"Come in," I called.
	The door opened and Dad was standing in the door way.
	"You're not asleep, are you?"
	"Not yet. Just sort of relaxing," I added.
	Dad came into my bedroom and closed the door. He walked across the
room and sat on the edge of my bed.
	"I just wanted to tell you how much I appreciate all the hard work
you're putting out," he praised.
	My face flushed, and I couldn't seem to stop it. "No problem," I
said.
	I saw Dad look down at the sheet that covered me. I didn't think he
could see my hard on underneath it, but just the same, I drew my legs up
even higher.
	"Is your body rebelling from all of this work?"
	I shook my head. "Not a bit."
	Dad stood to his feet. He reached down and gave my knee a pat. "Ah,
to be your age again," he smiled. "Get plenty of rest."
	I watched my father walk toward the door. He might be forty years
old, but, fuck, he was so hot. "You do the same," I grinned.



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	During the month of May we spent every weekend working on the bath
house. Uncle Dennis helped all but one weekend. Finally Memorial Day
Weekend arrived, and with it, Uncle Dennis.
	"You mean to say you're giving up a three day weekend to help us
finish this project?" Dad asked him.
	"Hell, what can I say? It's sad to admit I have no life, I must
say."
	"I'm glad you're here, Uncle Dennis," I said.
	My uncle smiled at me. "Me, too, Steve," he said.
	"Run along and turn the lights on, Steve," Dad said to me. "Dennis,
can you help me with some things in the barn?"
	I watched my father and uncle as they made their way across the
yard. Then I opened the door to our bath house and stepped inside. Dad had
decided not to put any windows in the room for several reasons. The two
main ones concerned intruders and the weather. Dad thought if there were no
windows it would be easier to protect from the cold winters we usually
had. He also thought the lack of windows would discourage anyone from
breaking in, given the fact we did live in the country.
	Reaching out my hand to the wall, I felt for the light switch. When
I touched the plate I quickly turned the power on. Light flooded the room
bringing everything into sight. I looked around and was pleased at what I
saw. Even though Dad had insisted the room wouldn't be fancy, he actually
out did himself as far as I was concerned. Against one wall was a long
cabinet with a sink at each end. A full length mirror ran beside the
cabinet. . In fact the entire wall behind was nothing but mirror.
	In the corner of the same wall was the commode. It simply sat there
in the open. When we had installed it, I asked Dad if he planned on putting
up a privacy stall. He laughed and said it wouldn't be necessary. He
pointed out it would most likely be the two of us that used it. He didn't
think my mother would ever use it. Of course, hearing him say it would
probably be just the two of us, well, that made my cock jump inside my
jeans. Hell, if I was honest, I would have to say that at sixteen most
anything would make my dick stir.
	Over in the opposite corner from the commode was the shower. Again,
Dad hadn't seen the need for a privacy stall. What he had decided, however,
was that two shower heads were needed. He said it wasn't much more
expensive to run two lines up the wall as just one. So, the finished
project was to me like frosting was to cake. I could already picture my
father and I taking showers right along beside each other. I couldn't wait
to use it, and in fact, I had already made up my mind that I didn't care
what kind of project Dad had going on, if it was outside and would end up
dirty where the shower was needed, well, shit, that was for me.
	Just to the left of the entrance to the building Dad had plumbed
for a washer and dryer. He said that some day Mom might want to do laundry
outside, especially if our clothes were grimy and dirty.
	On the wall to the right of the door was a wall furnace. Dad had
installed it with pride, saying it would help keep the pipes from freezing
when the temperature bottomed out. I asked him about air condition, but he
just shook his head and said we didn't need it. When I thought about it, I
guess he was right. If it was hot outside we could always take a cold
shower to cool off.
	I heard a noise and turned around. Dad and Uncle Dennis were
standing in the door way.
	"What you think kiddo?" Uncle Dennis asked.
	I looked down at the floor. "You did a great job laying the floor
tile."
	"I did, didn't I?"
	"He's full of himself already, Steve," my dad said with a
grin. "Don't make his head swell up any more than it is."
	We worked inside the bath house all morning long, finishing up odd
projects. Just before we stopped for lunch Dad said, "I think after we eat
a bite we'll be ready to turn the water back on. I'd kind of like to get
the water heater going so we can try it out later on."
	To myself, I thought, fuck, yeah, I want to try it out. Aloud I
said, "It would kind of be nice to take a nice hot shower this evening."
	Uncle Dennis grinned. "You do have a shower inside the house," he
reminded me.
	I nodded. "I know, but I just think it would be cool to try the new
one out."
	"Yeah, I sort of agree with you."
	My uncle's words brought blood to my face. Shit, was it possible I
might just get a glimpse of both my uncle and my father? Damned, if I
wasn't going to try my hardest to make it happen, I thought.
	The three of us soon went inside the house, and Dad went to the
kitchen sink to wash his hands.
	"I'm glad your facility outside is just about finished," my mother
said. As she spoke the words a small frown appeared on her face. "I'm
looking forward to keeping a clean sink and not having to clean up after
you guys."
	"Now, Lois, you know you love it." My father seemed to enjoy
teasing my mother any chance he had.
	As she bent over and opened the door to the oven, I said, "Wow,
something smells really good. I take it we're not going to get our usual
sandwich today."
	Mom pulled a roaster pan from the oven and sat it on the
stove. "Nope, not today," she said. "As soon as I get things cleaned up
after lunch I'm out of here."
	Dad asked, "Where are you headed for?"
	"Well, since the three of you are having so much fun with male
bonding Linda and I decided to hit the stores. There seems to be a lot of
holiday sales, and we're going to hit them all."
	Uncle Dennis frowned. "Are you speaking of my wife?"
	"I am. I'm going over and pick her up, and we're going to hit the
mall in town. In fact, I'm spending the night at her house so we can even
hit the ones tomorrow."
	Again, my father being the tease he is, asked, "And just where the
hell are you getting your money for this excursion?"
	Not to be out done, she said, "Listen, Bud, if you can spend
thousands of dollars on a damned bath house, I think you can afford me a
couple hundred."
	"Ah, she's got you there, Dave."
	"Quit defending your sister."
	Dennis shrugged his shoulders. "Let's eat. I'm starved and I'm
pretty sure you're not going to change my sister's mind."
	I sat down at the table and began filling my plate. Everything
smelled good, and I had been hungry when I first came into the house. Now,
however, thinking about Mom being gone for at least a day and a half, well,
my mind was suddenly going in several directions all at the same time. Even
in my wildest imagination I could not begin to think what MIGHT happen
later that evening after we were done with everything.
	Mom noticed my lack of interest in the food on my plate and
commented on the fact. "You're not getting sick, are you? Maybe I should
cancel my trip."
	That did it! I picked up my fork and took a bite of roast. I was
determined to do whatever I needed in order to assure she would keep her
plans in tact.
	"He's just worn out," Uncle Dennis said. "He's not use to all of
this manual labor."
	"I'm fine," I said between bites.
	We finished our meal, but it seemed as if I was the only one ready
to go back to work. Dad and Uncle Dennis pushed their plates back, leaned
back in their chairs and talked about various stuff going on in the world.
	I stood to my feet. "If you guys are going to chew the fat for
time, I thought of something I want to do."
	"Take your time," Dad told me. "We'll get back to work in half an
hour or so."
	As I had sat there eating lunch an idea had crossed my mind. I
hurried out of the kitchen and ran up the stairs to my bedroom. Once inside
my room I hurried over to where a small dresser sat against the wall. I had
used it to keep my socks and under ware in before Mom bought me a new
one. Now it contained books and papers from school, and in general, just a
lot of shit I could do without.
	I went to my closet and found an empty box that would hold
everything that was in the drawers. When I had them emptied, I quickly
picked up the empty dresser and left my room.
	"What are you going to do with that?" Dad asked as I entered the
kitchen.
	"I was thinking since I don't really use this for anything that it
could go out in the bath house. That way, if we come in from the field and
need to shower first we will have something clean to put on."
	"That's smart thinking, kid," Uncle Dennis praised. "Why didn't you
think of that?" he asked my father.
	"I don't need to think when I have Steve here to do my thinking for
me."
	Mom came into the kitchen carrying a large bag in one hand and a
smaller one in the other. Like Dad had done, she asked, "What are you going
to do with that?"
	Once again I explained my intentions, and she smiled. "That's a
neat idea."
	Uncle Dennis opened the door for us, and I followed Mom outside.
	At the car, she turned to me and said, "Steve, you make sure these
two behave themselves."
	"You can count on me, Mom."
	She was soon gone, and the three of us returned to work. It was the
middle of the afternoon by now and time was slipping away from us. Two
hours later we were, for all practical purposes, finished. Dad and Uncle
Dennis had retested the water lines and decided there were definitely no
leaks. They left the water turned on, and Uncle Dennis lit the hot water
heater. Dad had decided that since propane was going to be piped in that he
would install a small hot water heater that would be used only to heat the
water in the bath house. Should a washer and dryer be added, it would be
large enough to handle that as well.
	"Well, we're finished," Uncle Dennis said. "We did a damn fine job,
if I do say so myself."
	Dad scratched his head. "We did," he agreed. "However, I had a
thought just now. See the space over there?" He pointed, and we looked. "I
think I'm going to put a refrigerator there. Your sister is always
complaining that there are times when she could use extra room, especially
when her garden is in season or we have company. Also, would be nice to
store my beer in during the summer time when I'm outside a lot."
	"Shit, I like that idea," Dennis chimed in.
	I liked the idea myself, but didn't say anything.
	However, Dad picked up on my thoughts. "You would like that, too,
wouldn't you?"
	"Won't deny it," I said.
	"Well, speaking of beer, we're done here, right?" It was my uncle
who posed the question.
	"We are."
	"How about one of those beers you were talking about? I take it you
do have some beer, Dave?"
	Dad grinned. "Does the bear shit in the woods?"
	I was out the door in a hurry. "I'll get the beers."
	Dad looked at me, but he didn't say a word. He just watched me walk
to the back of the house and disappear inside.
	I soon returned with three bottles.
	"I see you're joining us," Dennis grinned.
	"Thought I would, if it's okay with the two of you," I said handing
them each a bottle.
	"I've talked Dennis into staying the night," Dad said.
	"Yeah, I didn't think it would be much fun to go home, what with
those women shopping `til they dropped, so to speak."
	"I guess we'll have our own guy party," I said giving them a smile.
	Dad had pulled some lawn chairs up and now we sat in them. Both my
uncle and my father tipped their bottle and took a big swig. Still testing
the waters somewhat, I took just a sip.
	Dennis looked at me. "If you're going to drink beer with us, you
have to do better than that, Kid."
	Ever since I could remember, he had always called me "Kid", and now
that I was older, it still didn't bother me. In fact, I sort of liked
it. Made me feel as if I were special to him.
	I tipped the bottle to my lips and took a big swallow.
	"That's much better."
	Dad and Dennis finished their beer first, and my uncle stood to his
feet. "You guys ready for another?"
	"You're awful free with my beer," Dad pointed out to him.
	"Shit, Dave, I'll go into town for more fucking beer. Hell, didn't
you get enough free labor out of me to pay for a few bottles of beer?"
	"You do have a point," Dad decided. "Besides, I brought a shit load
home with me yesterday. I thought it might come in handy."
	Dennis looked at me. "You ready for another one?"
	I looked at my father, but he didn't say a word. I quickly made a
decision. "Hell, bring it on," I said.
	While Dennis was gone Dad said, "Steve, you do realize its one
thing to drink here on the farm in front of us, and quite another when
you're out with your friends."
	"I know that, Dad."
	"Then I have nothing else to say except to sit back and enjoy."
	That's just the way my father was. Even at sixteen he treated me
like an adult. That was one of the things that made me love him so.
	Dennis soon returned with the beer. As he handed us a bottle, he
said, "Fuck, I see why you thought putting an extra frig in the bath house
was a good idea. It would definitely be more convenient."
	"I've been thinking about that. What do the two of you think about
going into town tomorrow and looking for one?
	"Hell yeah," Dennis grinned. "If the women can shop, we can as
well."
	I was about half way through my second bottle of beer when my uncle
asked me a question.
	"So, tell me, kid, is there any special girl in your life?"
	"Not really," I said shaking my head.
	"Define `not really'."
	"There's not," I said.
	"That's okay," Dad spoke up. "He's got lots of time for that."
	Dennis drained his bottle. "I agree."
	"You guys ready for another round?" I asked standing to my feet.
	"What do you guys want to do for supper?" Dad asked.
	"Doesn't matter to me," Dennis answered. "However, if we need to
run into town I need to slow down on the drinking."
	"There was plenty of roast left from lunch. We can always make
sandwiches."
	"Or burgers on the grill," I suggested.
	"Burgers sound good," Dennis said.
	Dad said, "Tell you what. Let's drink another beer. By that time
the water should be hot and we can get our showers out of the way. Besides,
I'm kind of anxious to try it out. Afterward I'll fire up the grill."
	"Dave, do you have enough beer? I really want to get into some good
beer drinking this evening. Do I need to go in town and buy more?"
	Dad laughed. "I think I have plenty, Dennis. "I picked up three
cases one the way home yesterday."
	"Damn, let's do it then."
	While Dad went inside after the drinks, Dennis said, "You think
you're a big fucker drinking with the big guys, don't you?" He grinned at
me.
	"Fuck yeah," I said.
	"Oh, I see, you use the `fuck' word when your old man is out of
sight."
	"I've said it in front of him before."
	"When he comes back, prove it."
	Dad came out carrying more beer. "Here you go," he said. He handed
us each a cold bottle.
	"Go a head, kid, say the word."
	Dad looked from Dennis to me. "What the hell is he talking about
now?"
	I took a quick swig from my bottle. "He thinks I don't have the
balls to say `fuck' in front of you."
	Dad looked down at the ground and then raised his eyes back up,
staring me straight in the eye. "Well, do you?"
	"Fuck yeah."
	"He's definitely one of us, Dave," my uncle said with a grin.
	"I am a bit curious," Dad said. "Steve, you're on your third
bottle. Are you getting buzzed?"
	"A little," I said trying to be honest.
	"Was just wondering, being the fact I hope you don't usually drink
this much, if at all, when you're out."
	"Dad, I know how to handle myself."
	"He does seem to have a level head," Dennis agreed.
	"He does at that."
	"Would you two stop talking about me like I'm not here?"
	A little later, our beer finished, Dad said, "I say we hit the
shower?"
	I jumped to my feet. God, the time was finally here, I thought.
	"You did bring extra clothes?" Dad asked my uncle.
	"My bag's in the truck."
	Dad and I hurried inside the house and soon returned with clean
shorts and tank tops. We came inside the bath house and discovered Dennis
already inside.
	"I think we forgot something really important." Dennis pointed to
an empty space along one wall. "We should have built a bench. There's no
place to sit and dress. Also, some hooks need to be up to hang some
clothes, or robes, or whatever."
	Dad laid his clean clothes on the cabinet between the two
sinks. "That's easily remedied. "Won't take much at all to do that," he
added.
	I stood there leaning against the wall and watched as my father
began unbuttoning his shirt. He suddenly pulled his shirt off and threw it
to the floor. Even though I had seen his hairy chest many times, it still
had the same effect on me. He was covered with dark brown fur from his neck
all the way down to the waist line of his jeans. My heart was beating so
loud that I was sure both dad and my uncle could hear it.
	Dan causally ran his fingers through his thick chest hair, and when
he came to his waist, he stopped and scratched himself.
	"You are one hairy mother fucker," Dennis said to my father. He
turned to me and said, "If you inherit your dad's hair genes, then take a
good look, because that's the way you will turn out."
	"Steve's got a fair amount of body hair already," dad said.
	When I saw my father unsnap his jeans and slide the zipper down, I
thought I would pass out. I held my breath as he pulled them down and
stepped out.
	Then I saw Dennis take his shirt off. Fuck, I thought I was going
to die right there on the spot. I couldn't believe my good fortunate. I was
going to see both men of my jack off dreams. Holy shit, I cried inwardly.
	I turned my eyes on Dennis for a moment and watched as he, too,
stepped out of his clothes. God, he was so hot.
	I looked back at Dad. By this time he was pulling his under shorts
down. He gave them a swift kick.
	"Ah, this is going to feel so fucking good," he said walking over
to the shower.
	I couldn't keep my eyes off him. His back was covered with dark
brown hair from the neck all the way down. There was a light covering of
the brown stuff on his shoulders and along his back. It got a bit thicker
when it reached his ass. I couldn't see his crack very well, but I was
sure, given the fact he was hairy all over, that he would be really hairy
there as well.
	Dad turned the water on. As the needles hit his body, he adjusted
it until he was happy with the temperature. "Hot water heater's working
great," he said.
	He turned around with his eyes closed and stood there allowing the
water to course its way through all his chest hair. It streaked through his
pubes and ran on down both legs. I stared at his thick and now wetted down
bush. I thought the hair around my dick was thick, and it was. However,
thick as mine was, Dad's was even thicker. His bush actually started just
below his belly button and grew thickly the rest of the way down, all the
way to his huge balls. God, he was so beautiful. I couldn't seem to take my
eyes off him.
	Then I remembered my uncle. I turned and saw that he was looking
really hard my way. Then he grinned. "You like it, don't you?"
	Dad opened his eyes. He thought Dennis was referring to the new
bath house. He said, "Damn straight he does. It's the best idea I've ever
had."
	Dennis gave me a wink and headed for the other shower head. "I
couldn't agree with you more."
	I watched as Dennis quickly adjusted his own water temperature,
watched as the little streams silently made their way down his body.
	I thought, yeah, his body, as I let my eyes wonder up and down his
front side. Although Dennis wasn't as hairy as my father, he did himself
proud in that department. His chest hair started as a thin black trail
between his nipples. He actually had two treasure trails. One started
between the nipples and slowly worked into a thick patch that covered most
of his stomach. Then below that began the second black trail that gradually
combined forces with a thick black bush that not only covered a huge pubic
area, but grew almost all of the way along his shaft.
	I just stood there speechless, not able to move. I would have been
satisfied to stand there all night taking turns looking from one to the
other. It was so fucking hot watching the two of them wet all of that body
hair down.
	Dennis spoke bringing me out of my thoughts. "Are you going to
stand there all night? There's plenty of room for you," he said. He stepped
to the side just to prove there was plenty of space between him and dad.
	I took a deep breath. "I think I'll wait a bit."
	"The water's really nice," Dad said.
	"I'm sure it is. I think I'll wait and make sure the water doesn't
go cold on you."
	"You'd probably be wise to take it now while there still is water,"
Dad pointed out.
	Dennis wiped the grin from his face. "Listen, kid, there's nothing
to be ashamed of. Just shuck those clothes and step under the spray."
	Dad reached for a bar of soap and began spreading suds over his
chest, causing white foam to spread throughout his matted hair.
	"Dave, I'm surprised at you. Don't you remember what it's like to
be sixteen? Anything makes you hard. Doesn't matter what you look at, the
old dick will rise."
	Dad eyed me sharply. Is that the reason you're holding back?"
	I nodded, not saying a word.
	"Don't let it, Son. Be a problem, I mean. Hell, it happens to all
of us. It's what being a man is all about and definitely nothing to be
ashamed of. See for yourself."
	I let my eyes travel down, and I couldn't believe what I was
seeing. My dad's cock was moving as if it had a mind of its own. It slowly
snaked its way through his thick brown bush and in the blink of an eye was
standing at full mast. It was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen.
	Dennis laughed. "As your dad said, it's all part of being a man, of
who and what we are. It's the most natural thing."
	I forced my eyes off dad and looked at my uncle. Holy fuck, his
cock was hard too! Not only was it standing up proudly surrounded by all
that thick wonderful black bush, but the hair grew half way up it as well.
	"So, see, kid, there's nothing wrong with sporting a hard dick. As
I said, we all do it. So, come on, join us. Trust me; you have nothing at
all to be ashamed of."
	I wished I could have had another beer about that time, but luckily
for me, I was buzzed enough I felt okay with getting naked with the two of
them.
	I pulled my shirt off and threw it to the floor.
	"See, I told you the boy had a fair amount of chest hair," Dad said
pointing. "For a sixteen year old, I mean."
	"Fuck, he does. Actually, I think he has more than me," Dennis
said.
	Suddenly my hands went into over drive, and I quickly undid my
jeans and slid out of them. Whether it was the beer talking, or just my
body, don't know which, and I really didn't give a fuck. I just wanted to
be naked with these two men. I pulled my socks off and then taking another
deep breath, I slid my under shorts down to my ankles. I gave them a swift
kick, and suddenly, I was standing in all my naked glory before my father
and my uncle.
	"Shit, I never saw so much hair," Dennis breathed. "Cocks not bad
either," he added with a wicked grin.
	Suddenly finding myself embarrassed I tried to cover myself with my
hands. I couldn't quite manage it.
	"Fuck, get yourself over here, kid," Dennis ordered. "The water
will do you good"
	Suddenly aware of my eight and a half inch dick moving before me, I
became self conscious. Even though I had thought about doing this very
thing for a long time, now that I was about to experience it, I wasn't sure
what I should do.
	Suddenly dad spoke to me, and the words he used were so gentle and
full of kindness. "It's okay, Steve. It's a pleasure to finally see how
beautiful you have become. For a long time now I have wondered about you,
have even tried to think of ways I could see you this way without you
thinking I was some sort of creep."
	That did it for me. I quickly stepped between the two men, and
without thinking, I reached out and pulled my father to me. "I love you,
Dad. I would never think of you as a creep."
	I hugged him tightly to me, and when our two cocks rubbed together,
it was as if they had always been together. Dad wrapped his arms around me,
and when I felt his thick wet chest hair connect with my own wet fur, well,
I felt as if my world was complete.
	Suddenly I felt something from behind me. It was Dennis. He reached
around me and hugged dad, causing me to be surrounded by lots of nice thick
wet hair.
	"It's so hot seeing the two of you together," he told us.
	The three of us stood there for a time, not speaking, but enjoying
the warmth, the feel of another wet hairy body. Finally Dennis stepped
back, giving us more space.
	"Dad, can I ask you something?"
	Dad pulled away from me. "Anything," he said.
	"Would you mind if I touched your cock?"
	Dad was silent for a moment. I think at that very moment he was
thinking that whatever took place that night could possibly change the way
we were for the rest of our lives. For a while I thought he might not let
me.
	Finally he said, "If that's what you would like."
	I placed my hands on his chest and felt the matted tangles between
my fingers. I let my hands rest there for a time before I allowed myself to
make a trail down through all of that hair. When I came to his thick bush I
stopped for a minute and just enjoyed the feel of his wet hair as it teased
my fingers. Then I moved on. When I reached his hard thick base, I wrapped
my hand around enjoying the feel of the hardness against my skin. I slowly
worked my hand up his hard hairy shaft, realizing as I did so that I was
touching the very thing that created me. As dumb as it sounded even then, I
had to admit that it was fucking hot to hold the dick and know the cum that
shot out of it was what created me.
	Like me, Dad was cut and had a nice mushroom head, and by the time
I had reached the tip a string of pre cum was leaking from his pee slit. I
gave him a couple of strokes, and I felt him shudder.
	"Your dick is so fucking hard," I breathed.
	I suddenly lost my breath as I felt Dad wrap his fingers around my
own dripping cock.
	"You certainly aren't soft by any means," he said.
	He gave me a couple more strokes and then silently went down and
gave a gentle tug on my hairy sac.
	"Damn, son, your balls are as hairy as mine."
	I reached between his legs and felt his tight ball sac. Wet curly
hair attached itself to my fingers. "Guess I got it from you," I said.
	Dennis was standing to my side once more. "Damn, I want to feel
too."
	Dad and I stepped back and allowed him to place a hand on each of
our sacs. "Holy fuck, you could be twins," he groaned.
	"I seem to remember, Dennis, that you are quite fond of body hair
yourself."
	"You should know, Brother in law." Dennis looked up at me and
smiled. "You might not want to hear this, kid, but when we were younger,
your dad and I jacked off many times together. Your dad loved to have me
make him cum."
	All I could say was, "Fuck." Nothing else would come out.
	Dad looked at me. "Are you disappointed in me?" he asked.
	I couldn't believe my ears. I said, "Hell, no, I'm not disappointed
in you. In fact, I think it's about the hottest thing I have ever heard."
	Dennis reached up and gave one of my nipples a gentle twist. "So it
doesn't bother you that your dad and I have played around?"
	"Oh, it fucking bothers me all right," I said. "What bothers me is
the fact the two of you have played around and I have been left out."
	"Well, let's look to the future now and not bitch about the past,"
Dennis told me.
	I looked at my dad, forcing him to look me straight in the
eye. "You and Uncle Dennis have done this?" I could hardly believe what I
was hearing.
	Dad nodded. "We've played together ever since I've been married."
	"Wow." I wanted to ask about my mother, but I decided not to
mention her. I wasn't sure what that was about."
	Dad answered my question for me. "Okay, Steve, I'm going to be up
front with you, and as honest as I can. Also, I will mention this only one
time, and then we'll never discuss it again. Okay?"
	Not sure what he was getting at, I nodded my head and remained
silent.
	"When you were born your mother had a lot of problems. The doctor
told us she should never get pregnant again. Well, your mother had you, and
she was quite happy with not having any more babies. At the same time, she
was just as happy not to have sex with me."
	"Too much information," I said with a shiver.
	"So, as a result, I sort of turned to Dennis here, and, as they
say, the rest has been history."
	I looked at Dennis. "The same goes for you too? About sex," I
added.
	"Somewhat the same," he answered. "With your Aunt Linda, she's
happy with three or four times a year. The rest of the time, it's up to me
to get relief however I can."
	I gave another shiver. "Again, too fucking much information," I
cried.
	Dad reached over and gave one of Dennis' nipples a squeeze. "To be
honest with you, with both of you, I had something like this in mind when I
decided to build this. I thought it would make it a bit easier for
Dennis. And now, perhaps for you, too, Son," he added.
	I grinned. "Hell, give Mom a raise in her allowance so she and
Linda will go shopping more often."
	"Fuck yeah," Dennis agreed.
	I looked at both men. Weighing my words carefully, I asked, "So,
when you use the term `play', what does that mean?"
	"Your father gives a mean blow job," Dennis said with another of
his famous grins. "Will leave you completely satisfied, if ever you are
interested," he added.
	"I'm definitely interested.
	"We'll have to see what can be done about that," dad said softly.
	I looked at my father. "So, tell me, what else do the two of you
do? Besides suck and probably jack off?"
	Dennis looked at my dad. "Is the kid asking if we fuck?"
	Dad looked at me. "Is that what you want to know?"
	Keeping silent, I nodded my head.
	"We both enjoy a little ass fucking now and then," Dad finally
answered.
	Oh fuck, I thought I was going to cum right then and there on the
spot.
	When I didn't say anything, Dennis asked, "Any thoughts on that bit
of info?"
	"Fucking hot, man," was what I said. "I think I would love to watch
that happen. That is, if you would allow me to," I added.
	"I'm sure that could be arranged," they both assured me.
	I shook my head. I still could not believe we were having the
conversation. I felt as if I were in a dream, one that I knew was going to
end and didn't want it to.
	"So, are you interested in a mind blowing suck job at the moment?"
It was my uncle who asked the question.
	For an answer, I pulled Dad out from under the shower and forced
him to his knees. I watched as he looked up at me. I gave him a nod,
silently telling him it was what I wanted most at the moment.
	Dad reached out and slowly took my cock between his fingers. When I
felt his tongue making its way around the tip lapping at it like it was an
ice cream cone, I thought I was going to die. Then I died another death
when I felt dad's hot mouth encase my dripping dick. For a moment he
remained there and didn't move. I think he was enjoying the feel of it
against his lips so much he didn't want to continue. Finally he slid down
the rest of my hard shaft, his nose buried in my thick cock curls. I
watched the brown tendrils tickle and grab at his nose each time he worked
his way down to the hairy root. It was so hot watching my dick fuck its way
in and out my dad. I was so hot, so excited, and so hard I knew I was going
to blow a huge load. As Dad worked faster up and down my shaft, I began to
fuck his mouth with everything I had in me. Each time he buried his face in
my crotch I would grind into his chin, forcing my cock hair to completely
cover his face.
	Suddenly I felt the cum start to crawl up my dick. "I'm going to
shoot," I cried out.
	Dennis was standing beside me jacking his cock for all he was
worth. His moans joined mine getting louder, and the closer we got to
shooting our loads, the louder we moaned. I shot first, filling dad's mouth
with my hot thick son juice. My orgasm triggered Dennis, and suddenly I
felt the first heavy drop of his hot cum as it landed in my chest hair. It
was quickly followed with several more spurts, and by the time we both had
finished shooting, my chest was covered with his sticky stuff and Dad had a
mouth full of mine.
	"Fuck that was so hot watching you suck him off," Dennis told my
father.
	Dad stood to his feet. His own cock was dripping heavily with pre
cum, and he started jacking. "Can I shoot on you, Dave?" he asked.
	"Fuck yeah," I said.
	I bent my knees just a bit so my chest would be at the right angle
for him to shoot on me. It was going to be so fucking hot having both my
father and my uncle's cum all in my sticky chest hair.
	"Fuck, here it comes," Dad cried out.
	I was amazed how hard the first few ropes of dad juice hit against
my body. Even though Dad wasn't old at all, I guess to a sixteen year old,
forty was almost "over the hill" as they say.
	I enjoyed the feel of each spurt as it landed on my body and mixed
in with my uncle's cum. God, it was the hottest thing I had ever seen in my
life.
	Afterward the three of us jumped back in the shower to wash all of
the cum from our bodies. Well, I did. No one else had any on them, and I
was quite happy it had been me to receive the gift.
	Later, our showers over, as we dressed, Dad said, "I think we
should talk about what happened here later on."
	I was worried he wanted to stop before it went any further. "Does
it bother you, Dad that this happened tonight?" I asked.
	He was thoughtful for a moment. "No, it doesn't bother me. I just
don't want anything to happen that will cause you any grief."
	As we headed for the door, I said, "Trust me, nothing that happened
here tonight, or anything else you might have said to me, bothered me in
any way. Just makes me want more," I added, giving them a wicked grin.


End Part 1

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Mark Stevens

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