Date: Mon, 16 Apr 2012 18:03:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Shower, Part 14, 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 14 -- Next Generation



	The year that followed brought many changes in our lives. The first
change was my father's retirement. Dad had worked for the Postal Service
for thirty-seven years, and when they offered him a "deal", he surprised us
all by taking it. As of the first of March, he was officially unemployed
and suddenly retired.
	They gave him a big going away party his last day, and all of his
friends and family were invited to the big hoop la. Mom picked Brandon up
that afternoon from school and brought him to the post office. Even Uncle
Dennis and Aunt Linda were invited.
	There were the usual comments, such as, "What the hell are you
going to do now, Dave?" and "We really envy you, Guy".
	Dad's supervisor asked Mom if she were ready to have him under foot
all day long.
	"I have been working on a list ever since he began thinking about
retiring," she assured the man.
	"Maybe we don't envy you after all, Dave," his boss told him.
	It was a good going away for Dad, and even though I worked in the
same building he had, I had absolutely no idea the people thought as highly
of him as they had. I thought about the time I might retire, and I couldn't
help but wonder if they would feel the same way about me.
	Oh well, it would be years before I found that out," I thought as I
followed Dad from the building.
	My father suddenly turned and gave my stomach a smack. As if
reading my thoughts, he said, "Don't worry, Steve, the time will pass
before you know it."
	I smiled and said, "Wouldn't it be nice if I came into some money?
I could quit my job and help you around the farm every day, all day long."
	Dad eyed my crotch and quickly turned back around. "That would be
great," he called over his shoulder.
	Just the look he gave me caused my cock to move inside my work
slacks. Dad had turned fifty-seven last fall, but he still looked and acted
as young as he always had. He had some streaks of gray running through his
brown hair; enough to make him look distinguishing, yet, not enough to age
him.
	Mom was having a dinner party that evening to celebrate Dad's
retirement. She had invited Dennis and Linda over to help celebrate the
occasion.
	"Can I ride with you, Steve?" my uncle asked. "Aunt Linda says she
doesn't' mind driving out to your house."
	"Sure," I said.
	On the way home, Dennis said, "So, are you happy that your dad's
retiring?"
	"It will seem strange at first," I answered.
	"Might be kind of nice to have him around all the time," my uncle
commented.
	I nodded. "It might. Are you jealous?" I asked giving him a big
grin.
	Dennis grinned back at me. Then moving closer, he reached over and
patted my crotch. "We always seem to find time, don't we?" His fingers
found my dick and began tracing the outline through my slacks.
	Without thinking, I spread my legs a little wider, still managing
to keep my foot on the gas pedal.
	"That we do," I agreed.
	"It's pretty dark outside. How about a quickie?"
	"You know how to work a zipper?"
	Assuring me he had some experience, I felt my uncle's fingers
slowly pulling it down. He pulled the shirt out of my slacks. I rose up
enough to allow him enough space to pull my pants and shorts down, and
suddenly I felt his fingers wrap themselves around my hardening cock.
	"You concentrate on the road; I'll take care of this," he told
me. "Just don't run off the road," he warned and went down on me.
	I shivered when he began teasing me with his tongue. I went from
semi hard to a full blown hard on instantly. The feel of his wet mouth
sucking me inside was enough to send me to another world. His nose buried
in the middle of my brown cock hair was exciting enough, not to mention I
was getting blown while driving down the State Highway.
	"Oh, God, Dennis, it feels so good fucking your mouth," I said. I
had a hard time getting the words out.
	Dennis started sucking me harder, and I felt him take hold of my
hairy nuts. As he sucked me, he pulled on my fur covered sac with one and,
his other resting at the edge of my bush. I loved having him or Dad play
with my cock hair. Nothing made me any hotter than to have my bush hair
played with.
	Just as I turned off the highway onto our drive, my dick jumped
inside my uncle's mouth, and I shot the first creamy spurt all the way to
the back of his throat.
	"Fuck, Dennis, suck it," I begged. "We're almost to the house," I
told him.
	I was amazed that he had my pants up, my zipper closed, and was
sitting up right in the car seat by the time I stopped in front of the
house.
	"Don't kiss Aunt Linda," I said giving him a grin.
	As we walked up to the house, Dad was the only one to notice my
shirt was outside my slacks.
	"I see you decided to get comfortable on the way home," he
whispered.
	"He told me it helped to relieve his stress," Dennis pointed out to
his brother in law.
	"He's told me that before, too.
	Dad gave me a grin and walked inside the house.



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	Dad surprised everyone with the way he handled being retired. From
the very first day it was as if he had quit his old job and began a new one
the very next day.
	When I came down stairs the first morning he and Mom were already
having their breakfast.
	"What's the deal?" I asked pouring myself a cup of coffee. "You do
remember you don't have to go in to work any more, right?"
	"Oh, but I've got thirty years of accumulation around here. Thought
I'd get a jump on it," he said and took a bite of his egg.
	"I thought you would be sleeping in this morning," I said to Mom.
	"I thought so, too, but, as you can see, I was mistaken." She gave
my father a smile to let him know she was not unhappy to be up so early.
	Not being much of an early morning breakfast person, I gulped down
my coffee and headed for the door.
	"Try and not kill yourself today. I'll give you a hand when I get
home this afternoon."
	"Trust me, there is plenty to do," he assured me.
	When I walked inside the house that afternoon, I met Dad heading
for the door.
	"Good, you're home," he greeted. "Meet me outside when you've
changed clothes."
	"Hey, child labor," I teased.
	Dad looked me up and down. "You haven't been able to be referred to
as a child for a very long time," he pointed out. "Meet me in the work
shed," he said and left the house.
	I hurried upstairs and pulled my shirt and slacks off. I hurried
into some jeans, threw an old tee shirt over my head, jumped into some
tennis shoes and made my way back down stairs.
	Mom was in the kitchen starting to put supper together.
	"He's not letting any grass grow under your feet, is he?" She gave
me a grin.
	"Actually he was pretty direct in telling me to get out side as
soon as possible."
	"Try and make him stop before dark, okay? After all, you might
remind him tomorrow's another day."
	"I'll try," I promised and hurried out the door.
	I quickly made my way around to the back of the yard and opened
Dad's work shed.
	When I stepped inside, I found the room somewhat dark, the blinds
pulled. When my eyes grew accustomed to the shadows, my mouth dropped. I
found dad leaning up against his work bench, his shirt opened and his jeans
and shorts down around his knees. His cock was already standing proud, the
thick base covered with its brown dense curls.
	"You're mouth is open, so why the hell don't you wrap those lips
around this?" He circled the thick head with his fist.
	"I was supposed to tell you not to work too late." I locked the
door behind me. "Looks as if you've already stopped for the day," I said.
	I walked across the room and dropped to my knees. Pushing his hand
away from his dick, I put my hands on his hips and swallowed him, all the
way to the base. When I reached the bottom, I paused for a moment and took
a deep breath. I loved the way his bush smelled, especially after working
all day. It wasn't the least bit offensive; rather, the fragrance it sent
out was hot and just as delicious as any food could be.
	"Oh, yeah, suck my cock, Steve."
	As I sucked Dad's cock, enjoying every hard inch that was fucking
my mouth, I took a hand and gently pulled on his hairy nut sac. Like me,
Dad's balls were so thickly covered with hair the skin could hardly be
seen. I loved the feeling of pleasure those thick hairs provided as they
tickled my fingers.
	Dad began fucking my face harder, grinding his wiry pubes into my
chin; at the same time his balls began slamming my throat, and I knew he
was about to fill my mouth with his hot thick cream.
	"Oh, yeah, Son, I'm about to shoot."
	As he face fucked me, I uttered a moan, letting him know I was
ready for his cum.
	"Fuck!"
	I felt the first wave of cum splash against the back of my throat,
followed by several more hot spurts. I kept on sucking him until there was
nothing left in his balls, nothing more to erupt into my wet cum-filled
mouth.
	When he had finished shooting, I remained on my knees with his dick
still inside my mouth. I leaned into him and pressed my nose back down into
the thick brown curls. I felt his hands travel through my hair. Then he
gently tugged, giving me a sign to stand to my feet.
	As I stood up, he pulled me to him and pressed his lips to my
mouth. I returned his kiss by allowing him to taste a bit of his own cum.
	When he broke the kiss, Dad said, "Now, that's the way retirement
should be." He gave me a grin pulled his jeans and shorts up and tucked his
shirt back inside.
	"Just remember, one of us is still working," I reminded.
	I watched as my father walked over to a small refrigerator he kept
underneath his work bench. He pulled out a coke, and opening the bottle, he
took a swig and handed it to me.
	"Here, drink this," he said. "I don't want your mother smelling cum
on our breath."
	That's how my father's first day of retirement went. In the days
that followed he kept himself busy working while I was putting in my own
work day, and each afternoon, at least that first week, I would hurry home,
change clothes, and join him in the work shed. Two of the days, I not only
sucked him off, but enjoyed a nice blow job myself.
	By the time Saturday rolled around, Dad had enough jobs lined out
to keep both Brandon and I busy the entire day. He did, however, allow us
to sleep in an extra hour that day, but not a second longer. By nine
o'clock he had us both up, pushed a little food down Brandon, coffee for
me, and had us out working our ass off. We spent the entire day doing
everything on his list. He allowed us thirty minutes for lunch, and then
said it was time to get back to work.
	"Damn, this is just like working for the Government," I complained.
	At four o'clock Dad said, "Okay, guys, you've worked your ass off
today, and I'll be the first to admit it. Let's call it a day and hit the
showers. We need to use the shower house," he added. "Mom said she didn't
want us messing up her clean bathrooms."
	"Suits me," I said. "I think the water is hotter out there."
	"Definitely more room," Brandon said and grinned.
	"She's serious about messing the house up," Dad went on. "She told
me she was putting clean clothes for us all out there, and do not come
inside until we're cleaned up."
	"Guess we'd better do as we're told."
	We put some things back in Dad's shed and hurried across the yard
to the shower house.
	Even though it was the first part of April, the days were still a
little cool, so Dad had turned the heat on. The room felt warm and cozy
when we walked through the door.
	We found three stacks of clothes on one of the benches next to the
wall.
	"I guess she's serious about messing up her house," I grinned.
	"Damn right she is," Dad said.
	"Guess I can't blame her much. I wouldn't want to work my ass off
cleaning, and then have three guys come inside with their dirty clothes."
	I reached for my shirt and pulled it up over my head. I gave it a
toss to the floor and sat down on the bench to take my boots off. Then
standing to my feet, I unsnapped my jeans and pulled them down. I gave them
a kick, and they went flying across the room.
	"Now I see why your mom wanted you to shower out here," Dad teased.
	"Like Brandon said, there's just more room out here." I looked at
Dad. "If you want to go first, go ahead. I can wait."
	Dad shook his head. "You and Brandon go for it. I'll just sit and
relax a bit while the two of you get cleaned up."
	I didn't have to be told twice. I pulled my shorts off and headed
for the shower. I turned the spray on and stepped under the stream. As the
water hit my body, I sighed.
	"Fuck, this is awesome. Even though we've had this building for
years, Dad, I still have to tell you; it was one of the smartest ideas you
ever came up with."
	I watched as my father pulled his shirt off. "I would have to agree
with you. It was one of my better ideas," he said.
	As I began soaping my body, I watched my son drop his jeans and
shorts. I couldn't help but admire the beauty of his body. He wasn't quite
fourteen yet, but already he was developing quickly into that of a very hot
looking young man.  He had the markings of what was going to be a very nice
looking treasure trail that would lead from his belly button down to his
bush.
	Ah, the bush, I thought. Like I had been at that age, Brandon
already had a really nice bush; lots of thick dark brown hair surrounded
his dick.
	I turned and faced the wall. I had to; otherwise, I was going to
get hard real fast, just from admiring my son's body.
	When I thought I was in control of my thoughts once more, I turned
back around. Looking across the room, I saw that Dad was completely naked
now and sitting back down on the bench.
	"I guess that's your way of relaxing?" I asked giving him a grin.
	"Nothing more relaxing than being naked; just being free and all
out in the open, I guess is what does it," he admitted.
	I turned and looked at Brandon. I couldn't resist asking him, "So,
do you like to relax in the same way Grandpa does?"
	"Yeah, kind of," he answered.
	"Me, too," I said and gave him a smile.
	I reached for the shampoo and rubbed some on my head. I scrubbed
vigorously for a few moments enjoying the massage my fingers were giving my
scalp. Then I rinsed my hair and worked some more on my body. I
concentrated on my chest, and then my cock, making sure both were scrubbed
clean. Before starting on my ass, I looked over at Brandon.
	My son evidentially had been paying close attention to what I was
doing, because when he saw me looking at him, he quickly stepped out of the
water and reached for a towel; but not before I saw that he was hard. Wow,
that was a sight, and instantly I was hard as a rock.
	I turned and faced the wall once again; my back was toward Dad and
my son.
	I saw movement, and turning somewhat, I discovered that Dad had
taken my son's place in the shower.
	He grinned at me. "Hello there." His eyes went down to my dick.
	I shrugged my shoulders, letting him know I had no control over it.
	I shut the water off and reached for my towel. I wrapped it around
my middle and walked over to the bench. Brandon, by this time, had pulled
his shorts up with the towel still wrapped around him. He dropped the
towel.
	I was almost certain my son had seen my cock get hard. I decided to
plant a little seed with him.
	"Brandon, can I say something?"
	He looked at me, but didn't answer.
	"It's okay if you get a hard on; you know that, right?"
	"Dad."
	"I'm serious, Brandon, it happens to me all of the time. It's just
a guy thing. It's nothing to be embarrassed about."
	He reached for his shirt and pulled it over his head. "I know."
	I was still about half hard, and I decided to go for broke. I
dropped my towel.
	"See? It happens to me; it just does," I added.
	I guess my father decided to add his two cents as well. From across
the room he said, "Your Dad's right, Brandon. It even happens to me," he
said.
	Brandon and I both saw him standing under the hot spray with his
cock starting to swing upward.
	"It just happens," he repeated.
	I reached for clean shorts. "It does, and like I told you, not a
damned thing to be uncomfortable about."
	My son looked from his grandfather to me and said, "You guys are
crazy."
	"Yeah? Well, we don't know how to act any different," I told him.
	"Brandon, hang around with us, and we'll teach you all about life,"
his grandpa told him.
	I watched my son walk toward the door. He turned and said, "You
might be surprised at what I can teach you."
	He reached for the door to leave.
	I stopped him.
	"Hold it, young man. Since you got so smart with us, take your
damned dirty clothes with you. We're not your maid."
	"Yeah, whatever."
	He gave me a grin, picked up his clothes and headed for the house.
	Dad looked at me and smiled. "I wish you could have seen the way he
looked at you while you washed your hair. Steve, your son could not take
his eyes off you. That's when he got hard; you had your eyes closed, and he
felt comfortable looking at you. Hell, I think for a time he forgot I was
even in the room."
	"It was hot seeing him with a hard on," I agreed.
	"Was he hotter to look at than this?" He reached down and gave a
tug on his cock.
	"Oh, God, why did you let me get dressed?"
	"It's not that difficult to shed those clothes," he reminded me.
	"What about Brandon?"
	"Do you honestly think your son is going to come back out here
tonight after the talk we just gave him?"
	"I really don't give a fuck."
	I pulled my clothes off and went to lock the door. I joined my
father in the shower.
	I leaned in and kissed him hard on the mouth. "Fuck my ass," I told
him.
	And he did.
	He pushed me over and with a bar of soap, and with his bar of soap,
he lathered my ass crack and hairy hole. I felt him push the tip of his
cock into my slippery wet hole and then slide the rest of the way in me. I
felt the curls around his dick push wetly into my skin, felt his balls kiss
the lower end of my ass. God, it was hot getting fucked by my father's
hairy wet body.
	He slammed my ass hard, and it didn't take him long to have me
close to the edge.
	"You're going to make me cum, Dad," I warned.
	"Do it, Steve. Shoot that hot cock of yours," he begged.
	And I did. My cock erupted the first thick glob, and my cum hit the
floor in front of me. My ass clamped down on Dad's cock, and he couldn't
handle it. He shot deep inside me, coating my insides with his thick creamy
dad juice.
	It would have been nice to remain in the shower house, but we knew
better than try it. I took another quick shower, washing all of his cum
from my body, as did my father.
	As we headed for the house later, Dad said, "Yeah, I think I'm
really going to enjoy retirement."
	I gave him a grin. "Ya think?"



End Part 14

Mark Stevens