Date: Thu, 12 Apr 2012 17:46:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Shower,Part 13-Next Generation

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
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Mark Stevens


New Shower, Part 13 -- Next Generation


	I woke up the next morning, not knowing where I was. The first
thing I noticed was the smell of cum in the room. I rolled over onto my
back and felt the dried cum plastered to my stomach. I had my usual early
morning wood, and my hard dick pulled my cum-filled hair with it.
	I pushed my hand inside my shorts and felt the mess between my
legs. Had my father spent the night with me? I suddenly had no memory of
him coming by my house. I was still deep in thought when I felt the bed
move. I quickly turned and discovered my son and not my dad lying next to
me.
	I remembered! Brandon had spent the night in my bed. He had jacked
off lying right next to me!
	Another thought rushed through my brain. I had jacked off next to
my son as well.
	Fuck!
	What had I done?
	As I watched Brandon sleeping in my bed, I thought about hearing
him shoot his wad during the night, and it took everything I had not to
pull the waist band of his shorts out so I could see where his cum had
landed.
	All kinds of thoughts began running through my brain, and I decided
to hit the shower. Truth be told, I didn't trust myself to be around my
son; not at this very moment.
	I crawled out of bed and headed for the shower. Pulling my sticky
shorts off, I turned the water on and stepped underneath the spray. My body
began waking up as the hot steamy water washed the remains of my cum down
the drain. What didn't go away was my hard on.
	Only giving the briefest thought to my sleeping son just a few feet
away, I threw all caution to the wind and started jacking. Picturing in my
mind the way Brandon's cock and the brown hair that grew around it looked,
it didn't take me long to shoot a thick load down the drain.
	"Oh, God," I sighed as the last spurt disappeared with the water.
	My legs suddenly felt weak, and I leaned against the tiled wall. I
closed my eyes and rested for a while.
	"Dad, are you all okay?"
	I opened my eyes and saw the shadowy figure of my son through the
thick shower glass.
	"You caught your old man taking a nap," I called out.
	"Don't you know the bed is for sleeping?"
	My son can be a regular smart ass at times, and I wouldn't have it
any other way.
	"Is that a fact?"
	I turned the water off and looked down at my body. My cock was no
longer hard and all signs of cum were washed away. It was safe to open the
door.
	Which I did. I reached for the towel. I let Brandon get a long look
at my body as I toweled off.
	"Are you going to take a shower?" I asked him.
	"Do I smell bad?"
	I grinned and said, "Not to me."
	"I think I will. I must have really sweated during the night. I
feel so sticky."
	"Me, too," I agreed. "I don't remember being uncomfortable, but I
woke up sticky too."
	Thinking I had said enough, I placed the towel back on the rack. I
was hoping my son would hit the shower while I was in the room, but he just
leaned against the wall and watched me.
	"What's the plan for today?" he asked.
	"I thought we'd go out for breakfast and after that, just sort of
play it by ear."
	I walked into the bedroom slowly, giving Brandon every opportunity
to look at my backside. I didn't turn around, but I was pretty sure he was
eyeing me top to bottom; literally.
	I heard the water turn on and the shower door open and
close. Brandon was in the shower. I loved hearing the water run and the
sounds of him washing his body. To me, it was hot, exciting, to think that
my son was naked just a few feet away; that he was scrubbing the dried cum
from his body. I was hard by the time I had my shorts pulled up. I threw a
tank top on and went to inspect the bed.
	I went to Brandon's side first, and leaning over, I breathed in the
faint scent of his body. The smell of his cum still lingered on the sheet;
especially the one that had covered him.
	I breathed in deeply. Oh, fuck, what a scent, I thought.
	I heard the water turn off, and I reached for the covers and threw
them back across the bed. By the time my son was back in the room, the bed
was made.
	"Oh, Dad."
	I turned and saw my son standing before me; naked. He must have
thought I would be gone from the room by the look on his face.
	"You surprised me," he said.
	I couldn't keep my eyes off my son, no matter how hard I tried. His
body, still damp from his shower, looked so good to me. He didn't have much
hair under his arms yet, but what little he did have, was wet and curly as
it spread down along side his arm. There were a few drops of moisture on
his chest, and they slowly trickled down his body. I couldn't help but
follow the little rivers as they ran down into his pubes; a bush any
thirteen year old boy should be able to brag about.
	As if reading my thoughts, Brandon, said, "You were right, Dad."
	"About what," I asked? I watched him pull a pair of briefs from his
bag and step into them.
	"You told me once that I would probably be as hairy as you some
day."
	He gave the front of his shorts a pat. "I'm getting there."
	Talk about a hot scene! Watching him pat his front that way almost
made me shoot right there in front of my son.
	"Something tells me you've only begun to grow hair." I watched as
he pulled a shirt over his head. "Does that bother you?"
	"You mean if I'm hairy?"
	I nodded.
	"I think I'll like it. I sort of like the way it looks on you and
Grandpa. Even Uncle Dennis," he added.
	"I like hair. I think it makes a guy attractive."
	I wasn't sure if "attractive" was the right choice of word, but I
didn't know how else to put it.
	"Yeah, manly" he said with a grin.
	"Manly," I agreed. "Are you ready for breakfast?"  ` "I'm ready."



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	Brandon and I enjoyed our day. I took him to one of our favorite
local places that served a great home style breakfast. While we were eating
our food, I couldn't help but notice how his clothes were tightening up on
him.
	"I believe you're having a growing spurt, Brandon," I remarked.
	"Yeah, my jeans feel a little tight," he agreed.
	"I was noticing your shirt. Why don't we do some shopping when we
leave here?"
	We finished our meal and I drove him to a nearby clothing store we
both liked. It specialized in western wear, which we both liked wearing.
	I let him shop to his heart's content, and two hours later we left,
our arms heavy with packages, my wallet light from the money I had just
spent on my son.
	As we drove home, Brandon said, "I want you to know how much I
appreciate the new duds, Dad."
	I looked across the seat at my son for a second and then returning
my eyes back on the road in front of me, said, "Brandon, it was a pleasure
buying things for you. After all, Son, you never ask for a thing."
	"I usually don't need much," he pointed out.
	Which was true, I thought. My son never bugged me to buy things
like lots of sons did their parents. What can I say? Brandon is just a good
kid, and I couldn't be any prouder of him than I already was.
	When I drove past the super market, I asked him if he wanted
anything special for lunch, reminding him that we had his grandma's left
over's from the evening before.
	He suggested ham sandwiches, so I pulled into the parking lot. He
stayed in the car while I went inside for groceries.  When I came out
carrying two sacks of food, Brandon gave me a big grin.
	"Just how big are those sandwiches going to be, Dad?" he asked.
	"Don't be a smart ass. There's not a damned thing in these sacks
that you won't end up eating before we go back to Grandpa's."
	"We'll see about that."
	Yeah, my son is definitely a smart ass!



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	Later that afternoon I called my parents and told them we would be
spending another night at my house.
	"I'm glad the two of you are having a good time," Mom told
me. "Even though it's too quiet here without the two of you," she added.
	Only a mother's love, I thought as I told her good bye.
	We made our sandwiches and dropped down on the couch in the living
room to watch a movie on TV.
	During the afternoon I noticed Brandon becoming quieter. He would
usually talk a mile a minute, but during the movie he seemed unusually
quiet. When it ended, I aimed the remote and killed the television.
	Looking at my son, I asked, "Something on your mind, Brandon?"
	I saw his face turn red as if he had been caught doing something he
shouldn't.
	When he didn't speak, I said, "Its okay, Son, you can talk to me
about anything; you know that."
	I heard him take a deep breath. "I've been kind of wondering about
something."
	"About what?" I asked when he didn't continue.
	"The guys at school tell me I can get into trouble if I," he
paused.
	I remained silent, waiting for my son to go on.
	"Well, they say you can get into trouble if you--- you know, play
with yourself too much."
	I tried to keep a grin from appearing on my face. "Brandon, I don't
want to embarrass you here; if by playing with your self you mean jack off,
well, son, let me tell you; if doing it too much got you in trouble, well,
hell, all the male population in the world would be in trouble."
	"How much do you think would make it still all okay?"
	I looked at my son. Oh, innocent ignorance of a young age. I
remembered my own school days and all of the dumb things I had been
told. Back then, my dad had been a big help to me; had explained everything
in simple detail. Now it was my turn to help my own son.
	"To be honest with you, Son, I don't think there is any rule set in
stone about jacking off."
	I was expecting his next question.
	"So, did you do it when you were a boy?"
	I nodded. "Still do. Nothing's happened to me," I added.
	The next expected question.
	"How often do you do it?"
	"Brandon, do me a favor, okay? Call it what it is. It's not `doing
it'; rather, it's jacking off. Say it."
	His face became redder, but he said, "Okay, how often do you jack
off?"
	"Daily," I answered without any hesitation.
	His eyes grew large. "Really?"
	"Well, most every day," I said, thinking about the times I fucked
Dad or Uncle Dennis.
	I went for broke. "So, Brandon, how often do you jack off?"
	Another flush hit his face. "At least twice a day; sometimes more,"
he added.
	I loved his honesty.
	"If I'm really honest with you, sometimes I jack off two or three
times a day."
	I loved the look on my son's face.
	"Really? That's awesome!"
	"What? You think your old man is too old for that?"
	"I guess I never thought about it before."
	I suddenly realized something. "Before?"
	"Before last night," he answered.
	"You heard me?"
	He nodded. "Kind of hard to miss it," he said with a grin.
	I suddenly felt wicked. "Kind of like how I couldn't help but
hearing you?"
	"You were awake?"
	"I wasn't until you started shaking the entire bed."
	"Shit."
	"Don't give it a second thought, Brandon. Besides, like I told you,
it's what guys do. I don't care what they say, ever guy in your class jacks
off. Oh, he may say he doesn't, but I can assure you; they all do it."
	"So, you really can't jack off too much?"
	"Hell no!"
	My son stood to his feet.
	"Where are you going?"
	"To take care of something," he said, giving me a grin.
	I saw the bulge in his jeans. "It does look like you have a
problem," I agreed. "Go take matters into your own hands."
	I watched my son leave the room, and thought to myself, "I wish
like hell I had the nerve to suggest he jack off here in the living
room. How I would love to watch him stroke his dick and make it shoot.
	I stood to my feet. Fuck, I had my own problem. I had to take care
of it soon or it was going to pop inside my jeans.
	"One of these days I'll get to watch him," I said out loud, and
headed down the hall to my bedroom.


End Part 13

Mark