Date: Sun, 22 Apr 2012 20:09:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Shower, Part 16 - 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 16 -- Next Generation


	We were sitting around the kitchen table one cold November evening
when Mom announced we would be having Thanksgiving with Dennis and
Linda. That came as a big surprise, because always, ever since I was big
enough to remember, we had Thanksgiving at our house.
	"She asked, and I didn't want to hurt her feelings," Mom said when
she saw the look everyone gave her.
	To me, it sounded almost like an apology.
	I quickly spoke up, saying, "It's okay with me."
	My mother has always been conscientious of everyone's feelings,
never wanting to upset anyone. If everyone was like Mom, the world would
definitely be a better place.
	"Suits me," Brandon assured his grandmother.
	I saw Mom look across the table at Dad
	"Is that all right with you, Dave?"
	Dad gave Mom one of his "special" smiles and said, "Hey, it will be
a lot less work on you. I'm for that," he added.
	"I know we always have the meal here, but for some reason it seemed
really important to Linda."
	"Then that's what we'll do," Dad decided.
	And so the plans were put into motion. Mom and Linda spent a lot of
time on the telephone discussing the menu, which, to my thinking, was
silly. We always had the same thing. Mom baked pies and made salads, while
Linda supplied the turkey, dressing and mashed potatoes. Any food, other
than those items, well, the two women called that "filling in the blanks".
To me, that was the best part, because "filling in the blanks" always meant
big surprises; surprises that were very rewarding to our stomachs.
	All we had to do now was count the days until the big day arrived.


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	I came home one afternoon from work and found Dad in the house
alone. I walked inside and discovered him sitting at the kitchen table
enjoying a cup of coffee.
	"Must be nice," I greeted him with a grin.
	"It is," he nodded.
	I looked around the room and asked, "Mom not here?"
	She and your Aunt Linda went grocery shopping. They thought it
would be easier to do it together."
	"It will see strange not to have Thanksgiving here this year."
	"It will," Dad agreed. "Your mother said that for some reason, it
seemed really important to Linda. I guess change keeps us on our toes," he
added with a smile.
	Brandon arrived home from school and came into the house.
	"Hey there," I greeted my son. "How was school?"
	"School," he answered.
	"Just a few more days and you'll be out for Thanksgiving Break," my
father reminded him.
	"I can't wait."
	"You have homework?" I asked.
	He nodded. "I'm going to get it over with," he said and left the
room.
	I watched him disappear out of sight and then stood to my feet.
	"Is Mom planning on having supper or what?"
	"She said something about bringing pizza back with her."
	"I'm going upstairs to change."
	Dad drained his coffee cup and stood to his feet. "I've got a few
things to finish outside."
	He set his cup in the sink and headed for the back door.
	"I'll come out and help after I change," I told him and hurried
down the hall.
	When I reached the top of the stairs, I headed for my
room. Brandon's bedroom door was opened about half way, and I decided to
stop and make some sort of remark about him and homework.
	As I stood just outside his door, I opened my mouth to speak and
stopped. I quickly stepped to the side, making sure Brandon couldn't see
me. I carefully leaned my head just enough to see the inside of my son's
room.
	Brandon was on his bed and completely naked. What he was doing
caused my mouth to go dry. He was rubbing one hand all through his thick
bush, and with the other, stroking his hard dick. Just the sight of him,
his nakedness, not to mention his hard cock, was enough to make me hard
instantly. The longer I stood outside his room watching, the harder I
became. I pressed against my crotch feeling my hardness inside my pants; a
hardness begging to be released.
	I quickly pulled my zipper down, and reaching inside, brought my
dick out. I began jacking at once, pacing my strokes with my son's. It was
such a hot sight to watch him jack off, and I knew I wasn't going to be
able to last much longer. I would give just about anything to cum with him.
	When Brandon began stroking faster, I followed suit. I could feel
my balls as they began to rumble, and I knew I was about to shoot a huge
load. As I continued jacking, I watched my son work his cock over. It was
so hot to watch him play in his brown bush as he jacked off. I knew all too
well how good that felt, because, like my son, I usually did the same
thing. If I hadn't been afraid he would have heard me, I would have dropped
my pants to start with. I just didn't think it was safe to do so.
	I heard Brandon moan and focused my eyes on his cock.
	"Fuck!" he cried out.
	I watched as the first thick glob of teenage cum flew out of his
cock. It shot almost straight up and then landed with a plop on his lower
chest. By the time the second shot landed on him, his sticky spunk slowly
ran down his body into the outer edge of his wet bush.
	That did it for me. I felt the first wave of sensation flow through
my body. It started in my groin, beneath my thick pubic bush and spread
though out my entire body.
	I knew I wouldn't have time to clean up a mess, so I placed my hand
against my dick. I caught my entire load in the palm of my hand, not losing
a drop. Then, as quietly as I could, I hurried down the hallway, and with
my cum in my hand, I stepped inside my bedroom.
	I closed the door and quickly brought my hand to my mouth. I sucked
my palm clean, savoring the sweet taste of my own cum. I thought about
Brandon, seeing him naked and jacking off, and I could hardly believe how
lucky I had been.
	As I was changing clothes it suddenly hit me that luck had nothing
at all to do with it. Fuck, how could I have been so dumb? It has been no
accident. A fourteen year old boy just naturally jacked off. They all
did. I did at that age. Did any of us ever leave the door opened while we
did it? Hell, no; Of course not. My son had meant for me to catch him.
	I changed my clothes and left my room. As I passed by Brandon's
room this time, I found it closed. Now I knew for certain he had meant for
me to see him.
	I hurried down the stairs. Outside, I went in search of my
father. I found him closing his work shed up for the night.
	"I decided you weren't coming," he said.
	"Sorry about that, Dad. Yes, I was detained."
	I went on to tell him what I had seen.
	"Showing off for you, was he?"
	"And what a show it was," I grinned.
	"Tell me about it."
	As we walked back across the yard for the house, I described what I
had witnessed outside my son's bedroom.
	"He had the door about half closed and was lying on the bed naked
when I came up stairs. I stopped and leand next to the wall. I watched as
he jacked off. Let me tell you, that boy knows just how to do it."
	"Did the sight get to you?"
	"If you mean did I get hard, what do you think?"
	I watched as Dad reached down and touched his crotch. "It's getting
to me just hearing about it. I can only imagine what it would have done had
I seen it in person."
	"I can tell you exactly how it affected me. I threw all caution out
the window, pulled my dick out and jacked off. Right outside his door," I
ended.
	"The hell you did."
	"Trust me, I did. I knew we were alone in the house, and I went for
it."
	My father was quiet as we stepped on the porch. When he reached the
door, he turned and said, "He wanted you to find him."
	"My thoughts exactly," I agreed. "At first I took it as just luck
catching him. Then while I was in my room changing it hit me; that had been
no accident; no luck at all."
	"Are you going to let him know you watched?"
	I followed Dad inside the kitchen. "Not just yet."
	"Not even a hint?"
	"I'm going to give some thought to the matter. Part of me wants to
make sure he knows."
	"And the other part?"
	I grinned at my father. "The other part wishes like hell I could
jack off with him." I spoke the words softy, just in case Brandon might be
in the living room.
	"I think that's just a matter of time," Dad whispered back.
	Dad went into the living room and turned the television on. He
thrived on world news, and it was time for his favorite program of the day.
	"Grandma called," Brandon said coming down the stairs. "She's on
the way with the pizza."
	As Brandon walked into the living room, I remembered rather
vividly, the sight of his naked body, and my face felt suddenly very
warm. I took a deep breath and said, "How's the homework coming along?"
	"All done," he answered.
	I watched as he threw himself down on the couch. Usually I could
read my son pretty well, and tonight, he appeared just a bit cocky. I
decided to throw out some bait.
	"That's good you're finished. I hope you're not getting stressed
with your school work."
	Brandon looked me straight in the eye and said, "I'm never
stressed, Dad. I do mind exercises to keep the stress from hitting me."
	I felt another warm feeling creep along my face. I gave him a
grin. "That's good. Stress will mess you up," I added.
	The door opened then and Mom announced she was home with the pizza.
	Which was a relief for all of us, in more ways than one, I thought.


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	I had the day before and the day after Thanksgiving off from the
post office. Our business was already beginning to show signs of this
year's Christmas holiday; enough that I was looking forward to some time
off.
	When I got home from work that Tuesday afternoon, I was greeted by
Mom as she was leaving the house.
	"Hi, Steve," she said. "I'm on my way over to Linda's."
	Seeing my puzzled look, she said, "We've decided to do our cooking
and baking together. I'm going to spend the night over there, and tomorrow,
we're going to spend the day cooking. I'll be home tomorrow evening
sometime."
	I took the box she was carrying and followed her to the car. "Is
there anything else you need from the house?"
	"No, it's already in the car. You dad helped me earlier."
	I put the box in the car and watched as she crawled behind the
wheel.
	"There's pot roast in the refrigerator for sandwiches," she
said. Then, "Oh, I almost forgot; Dennis said he didn't want to be around
all of the cooking, so he's going to come over later and spend the
night. Like you, he has tomorrow off as well."
	I leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Have fun, Mom," I
told her.
	She rolled her eyes, and I said, "Now, don't start it, Mom. I know
how much you enjoy this time of year."
	She smiled. "You're right, I do. See you guys tomorrow sometime."
	I watched until her car disappeared from sight and went into the
house.
	I called out, "Anybody in here?"
	Dad came into the kitchen.
	"I guess you heard?" he greeted.
	I walked over and gave him a kiss on the mouth. "I did."
	"Did you also hear that Dennis is spending the night as well?"
	I nodded. "I did."
	My father's face took on a very serious look. "Did you also hear
you needed to behave yourself this evening?"
	I grinned at him wickedly and said, "Now, that, I didn't hear."
	"Well, you do."
	I shook my head and said, "Are you telling me that with two hunks
in the house, both with really hot bodies, that I'm expected to be nice?"
	Dad placed his hand on my crotch and gave my dick a
squeeze. "Expect it," he said.
	"Oh, I will."
	We both heard the screen door and stepped away from each other
before the wooden door could open.
	"Hey, you," I greeted as my son walked into the room.
	"What's up?" he asked closing the door behind him.
	If you only knew, I thought. Out loud I said, "Grandma's gone for
the night. She and Aunt Linda are getting an early start on the
cooking. She'll be back sometime tomorrow," I finished.
	"Uncle Dennis is coming to spend the night," Dad told him.
	I saw a different kind of look appear in my son's eyes. "That's
cool," he said.
	"You have homework?" I asked him.
	"Teachers were nice," he answered. "Nothing to do until Monday," he
added.
	"Good, you can play," I teased him.
	"My plans exactly," he said and headed for the stairs.
	After he had disappeared from sight, I turned to my father and
asked, "What the hell was that all about?"
	Dad shrugged his shoulders. "Can't say for sure; you might give it
a few minutes and then head up yourself. No telling what you might
discover," he said and grinned.
	"Are you saying he might be doing a little stress relieving?"
	Dad shrugged his shoulder again. "You'll never find out unless you
look for yourself."
	He headed for the back door. His coat was hanging on a hook beside
it, and he put it on. "I've got some things to take care of outside. Go see
what you can discover."
	I watched my father leave the house, then turning on my heel, I
headed upstairs. By the time I reached the top, my heart was beating
rapidly, and it wasn't caused by the fast pace I kept climbing the
steps. No, my extreme heart rate was due to what I might find inside my
son's room.
	At the top I forced myself to take a deep breath. Then silently,
hardly daring to breathe, I made my way along side the wall, stopping
before I reached Brandon's doorway.
	Taking another deep breath, I peeked inside the room, just giving
my eyes enough space to see what might be going on. Fuck, he was doing it
again! The same as last time, Brandon was on his bed, naked and playing
with his body. As I watched, I saw him run his fingers up and down his
chest. When he came to the beginning of his luscious pubes, he would stop,
pause, and then slowly work his fingers back up his body. I saw him take a
finger inside his mouth and then place it against one of his nipples. As I
continued staring at him, my son began teasing his right nipple, leaving it
wet and pointing, hard. He put his finger back in his mouth, and getting it
wet once more, placed it on his left nipple and began teasing it the same
way he had the left one. And again, when he removed his finger, that nipple
was hard and standing at attention.
	I watched as my son took both of his hands and slowly tickled his
body as they made their way back to his bush. One hand began gently pulling
the tight brown hair around his dick, while the other went in search of his
balls.
	Again, I pulled my hard and now leaking cock, from my pants and
began to slowly stroke it. As I jacked my dick and watched my son give his
own hard and dripping cock a work over, I suddenly had an idea. I would
give Brandon a taste of his own medicine.
	It's funny, but as they say, when a guy's horny, he thinks with the
wrong head; that was certainly true in my case.
	I continued jacking off out in the hall as I watched my son play
with himself, tugging at his hot pubes, brushing his full balls with his
fingers, watching him shiver in anticipation of shooting a huge load.
	When I felt my balls starting to rumble, I quickly let go of my
dick. I waited for the danger to go away; watched my son as he took care of
his own body. For the next few minutes I stroked, stopped, stroked again;
stopped. Whatever I did, I did not want to cum; at least not just yet.
	I heard a groan, and I focused my eyes on my son. As I watched, his
cock thickened in size, turned a deeper red, and the first shot of his hot
creamy load flew in the air. It landed on his stomach with a plop. I
watched as his belly became coated with his teen load. When he had finished
shooting, I saw him take his hand and scoop it up. He brought his hand to
his mouth.
	Shit, that was enough for me!
	I headed for my room, but not before I made sure to make a little
noise. By the time I reached my room, I felt certain Brandon had heard me
outside his room.
	I literally tore my clothes off and threw my naked body on the bed;
but not before I made sure the bedroom door was completely opened, the room
in full view of the hall.
	I followed my son's pattern; doing exactly the same things to my
body he had done moments before. I wanted him to know without a doubt I had
seen him jacking off. I worked on both my nipples, driving them wild with
anticipation. I played in my cock hair, loving the feel of those tight
brown curls tickling my fingers. I looked at my bush and remembered how
much darker the brown hair was around Brandon's cock than mine. His pubes
were so dark they almost could pass for black. God that thought alone
almost knocked me over the edge of no return.
	I pulled on my balls and twisted the thick hair that covered
them. I loved my hairy balls, loved the fact they were so full of cum they
were about to burst.
	I stopped jacking. With my fingers still wrapped around my dick, I
listened. Had that been a foot step out in the hallway? I wondered.
	I was pretty sure it had been, and I was just as sure my father had
not returned to the house. So, giving my lips a slow, sexy lick, I started
jacking off once more. As I stroked, I took my left hand and drove my
fingers through the thick forest that covered my stomach, as well as my
chest.
	I decided to add to the scene. Aloud I said, "Fuck, it feels so
good; love jacking my cock. Nothing better than cumming," I said and
concentrated on my dick. The harder I stroked, the more I rubbed my now wet
pubes, and suddenly my body jumped.
	"Oh fuck!" I cried out.
	My cock shot its load onto my chest, wetting the hair down, causing
it to plaster into my skin.
	"Oh, God," I said."
	I scooped my cum up with my hand and brought it to my mouth. I
sucked my palm clean, savoring the taste my spunk left as it slid down my
throat.
	I laid there for a moment or so enjoying the feeling that settles
in after shooting a hot load. As I was coming down off my "high", I heard a
noise outside my room. I jumped off the bed and stuck my head out the
door. I was just in time to hear my son's bedroom door closing.
	Damn, he had been watching me!
	A feeling I couldn't explain came over and, I made a sudden
decision. This would definitely happen again. I would make damn sure of
that.



End Part 16

Mark Stevens