Date: Sun, 6 May 2012 17:31:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Shower, Part 22 -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 22 – Next Generation


	We lay next to each other in bed, my son and I, and yet I felt like
I was dreaming. Even though his naked body was touching mine, I had the
feeling I was going to wake up and discover nothing had happened.
	"Dad?"
	When Brandon spoke my name, it brought me out of my trance, and I
knew it had happened; we actually were in bed together, naked.
	Looking at my naked son's body, I said, "Yes, Brandon?"
	"I've wanted this to happen for a long time."
	I smiled at him. "I've wanted the same thing."
	"From the time I saw my first pubic hair I tried every way I could
think of to get a look at your body."
	"I understand your feelings. I felt the same way about
Grandpa. When my body began going through its changes, I did my best to
catch him naked. That's why I couldn't believe it when he told me he wanted
to build the shower house."
	Brandon suddenly sat up in bed. "Would you like to hear one of my
fantasies?"
	I nodded.
	"I've always thought it would be so hot for you to jack off on my
bush and then rub it in my hair."
	My dick gave a leap, and I looked down. "I think he likes the
thought of that."
	"That's what I would like to do next," he told me.
	I leaned over and kissed him on the mouth. When my lips found his,
I was totally hard. As we kissed, I pulled his body into mine and hugged
him close to me. I felt his cock pressed into mine, his pubes intertwining
with my own wiry curls, his balls kissing my hairy nut sac.
	I broke our kiss. "Are you ready for me to cum on you?"
	"God, yes," he said, and I could hear the desire in his voice.
	I got on my knees and leaned over so that his cock, his bush, was
directly under me. I grasped my dick with my hand and began stroking. It
was so hot to jack off and see his hard dick and thick hairy bush just
below my dripping cock. With my other hand, I reached down and began
playing in his thick brown pubes. Their touch to my skin was like having a
bolt of electricity travel through my body.
	"Fuck, this is just the way I pictured it when I jacked off," he
told me.
	Brandon reached up and took hold of my hairy nut sac. As I jacked
my cock, he played with my balls, gently pulling at the hair that covered
them. While holding them he reached up and placed his other hand in the
middle of my bush. Damn, it was hot feeling his fingers in my crotch
hair. With one hand on my balls and the other in my pubes, he sent me over
the edge fairly quickly.
	"I'm going to cum, Brandon," I called out.
	"Yeah, Dad, spray you spunk in my hair."
	And I did. The first shot landed in the center of his dark bush,
followed by several more, and by the time I had finished shooting on him
his hair was covered in my spunk.
	"Rub it in," he told me.
	Still on my knees, I reached down and placed my hand against his
wet sticky hair. I slowly massaged his matted curls, spreading my white
spunk all over the hairy area. There was enough to wet his entire bush
down, and when I had finished, the hair was pasted to his body.
	When I had him covered with my cum, I sat back and looked at
him. He was so fucking hard he had to be in pain. I waited to see what he
wanted me to do next.
	"It's always been a fantasy of mine that you clean the cum from my
body with your tongue."
	He didn't have to say another word. I pulled his legs a part and
crawled between them. Next I opened my mouth, and with my tongue, began
cleaning him up. I loved the feeling it gave as my spunk lifted out of his
crotch hair and willingly went inside my mouth. It took several minutes,
but eventually I had the cum completely gone from his body.
	"Suck my dick," he said next.
	He didn't have to tell me twice! I swallowed down to his thick
hairy root and began working my cum-filled mouth on his dick. The more I
sucked, the harder he fucked me. I loved feeling his sticky pubes pounding
my chin. The sight of his hard dick working in and out my mouth was so
fucking hot. Each time my nose landed in his cum smelling bush, I would
take a deep breath; how that scent turned me on.
	"Oh, yes," he moaned. "I'm going to cum, Dad," he warned.
	I muttered something, letting him know I wanted to take his cum;
wanted him to fill my mouth with his hot load.
	"Oh, shit," he cried out.
	I felt his dick swell inside me, felt the first wave of his juice
spray the back of my throat. I sucked and sucked until there was nothing
left in his balls to come out.
	I finally let go of his cock and moved my body up his until I was
facing him. I kissed his mouth, passing the left over cum in my mouth to
him.
	I pulled away and asked, "So, is this how you always pictured it in
your mind?"
	"No."
	My heart sank with his simple answer. I had wanted so much to make
his fantasy come true, and I had failed.
	Suddenly his face broke out into a grin.
	"Actually, Dad, it was much better than I could have imagined."
	"Oh yeah?" I gave his dick a squeeze. "You're going to pay for
that," I assured him.
	"I can only hope."
	"You're a smart ass; did you know that?"
	He didn't answer me. His eyes were closed and he was already
asleep. I reached over and turned the lamp off. The room became dark, and I
cuddled next to my son's naked body. The last thing I was conscious of was
him rolling on his side and placing an arm around me.


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	When I woke up the next morning, I was surprised to find someone in
bed with me. I rolled over on my back and saw Brandon sleeping next to
me. Suddenly I realized I hadn't been dreaming that my son had indeed spent
the night in my bed. He was sleeping peacefully, his naked body pressed
into my own bare skin. Looking down at him, seeing the streaks of cum all
over his body, I was filled with so much desire I could have fucked him
right then and there. I had made my mind up that was not going to happen;
at least not yet.
	I crawled out of bed and headed down stairs, leaving him to his
dreams. Walking toward the kitchen, I could smell coffee and realized Dad
must already be up. I saw him sitting at the kitchen table when I entered
the room.
	"Morning," he greeted me with a smile.
	"Good morning, Dad."
	I poured myself a cup of coffee and joined him at the table.
	"Well, how was your night?"
	I could hear the excitement in his voice.
	I took a sip from my cup and said, "It was nice; very nice."
	"So, are you going to tell me about it?"
	I was silent, trying to decide what to say. I wouldn't for the
world want to say anything that would embarrass Brandon or make him feel he
couldn't trust me.
	"He loves me, Dad, and right now, he's just about willing to do
whatever it takes to show me how he feels. Does that make sense to you?"
	"I can appreciate how he feels."
	"As for what the two of us did, well, let's just way we did a lot
of touching, rubbing and exploring our bodies. Oh, and we jacked off quite
a few times, I might add."
	"Did you jack him?"
	"I did. And I will say my son knows exactly what he's doing when it
comes to that."
	"God, that is so hot," Dad sighed.
	I drained my cup and went for a refill. When I returned to the
table I said, "So, tell me about you and Dennis. How did your night go?"
	Dad shook his head and grinned. "What can I say? It was a night of
hot fucking."
	When he paused, I said, "You must have worn him out; he seems to be
sleeping in this morning."
	"Well, actually, truth be known, I think he fucked me way more
times than I did him. After he shot his third load up me I lost count."
	"You dog."
	"Hell, at least I don't smell like a cum factory this morning. Like
you," he added with a grin.
	"Oh, I'll be the first to admit I need a shower in the worst way."
	Dad stood to his feet. "No time like the present, I always
say. Let's go."
	I watched my father disappear down the hall. He returned carrying
two robes. "Let's clean up," he said handing me one.
	I threw it over my body and headed for the back door. "I'm ready."
	I stepped outside and was greeted by a brisk cold November
morning. I couldn't help but shiver as I made my way across the yard to the
shower house. I hurried inside; glad for the warmth the house gave off.
	Dad followed me inside and shut the door behind him. He never
failed to brag how good the heate was.
	"Just how old is this furnace? Isn't it the original heater?"
	"Actually it's not. I installed a new one about four years
ago. Well, actually, I think it was just before you and Brandon moved in."
	I pulled the robe off and tossed it to one of the benches and
headed for one of the showers.
	"Ah," I sighed when the hot water hit my body.
	Dad walked up and stopped in front of me. "Need some help with your
shower?" he asked.
	"Always," I assured him.
	I watched him take a bar of soap and place on my chest; right
between my nipples. Slowly he began working his way through my matted chest
hair leaving a trail of white suds as he continued downward. When he
reached my wet bush he discovered my dick standing at full attention. His
touch always had that effect on me; rather, my cock.
	"What's this?" he asked with a grin.
	"If I have to explain it to you, we're in trouble."
	 Dad stepped under the shower and kissed me. When he pulled back,
he said, "Believe me, I know exactly where I want to put that, and I don't
need you to explain it to me."
	"You ready for me to pound your ass?"
	"More than," he was quick to answer.
	I took the bar of soap and told him to turn around. With his ass
staring at me, I spread his cheeks and worked a thick glob of soap inside
his hairy hole. I loved the way the soap forced the ass hair against his
skin. I finger fucked him for a minute, forcing more soap up inside
him. Then I covered my dick as well, and throwing the bar to the floor,
pressed my head against his hairy entrance.
	"Fuck, slide that dick in my ass, Steve," he begged.
	With one push I was buried balls deep inside my father, my soapy
pubes smashed tightly against his cheeks. Dad jerked the minute he felt me
touching his prostate.
	"Shit, you keep it up, and I'm going to shoot off like a fourth of
July rocket," he warned.
	"That's my intention," I said and began fucking him like a mad man.
	This was not a time for love making. There are times when you make
love, and other times when you simply pound a tight ass and shoot up inside
it. This was one of those times. A time for making love would come later.
	I placed my hands on Dad's hips and drilled my cock into him with
the force of a man who thought he would never fuck again. I pounded him so
hard I had to pull him back to keep him from shoving him to the floor.
	Suddenly I felt his ass draw up and clamp down on my hairy cock
root.
	"God, Steve, I'm cumming," he cried out.
	"That's right, Dad, shoot that big cock."
	I was thrown over the edge myself, and I felt the first spurt of my
juice fly from my dick and push its way inside Dad's ass.
	Dad shivered. "Yeah, fill my ass, Steve."
	And I did. I shot so much cum that he couldn't hold it all. When I
had finished erupting, I wrapped my arms around his stomach and pulled him
tighter into my body.
	When I could speak, I said, "I love you, Dad."
	My dick was still planted in his cum-filled hole. He pushed back
into me, grinding his ass into my pubes, and said, "I love you, Steve."
	A short time later, Dad stepped forward causing my dick to slide
out of his hole. He turned and kissed me on the mouth. When he pulled away,
he said, "I am so glad you and Brandon are discovering the same feelings
you and I share."
	"So am I, Dad. So am I."
	I watched as my father stepped under the spray to wash off. Before
I joined him, I said, "Dad, you do realize, don't you, that I will always
love you in this way? My feelings for Brandon will change nothing between
the two of us; okay?"
	Dad motioned for me to join him. When I was standing beside him, he
pulled me to him and kissed me once again. "I know that, Steve. I am
grateful Brandon has you to teach him about the love two men can share with
each other."
	I gave him a tender smile. "I had a good teacher," I reminded him.
	"I hope that's true. I've always tried to be here for you in any
way you need me."
	"You have. You still are," I hastened to say. "You took things slow
and were very patient with me, and I hope to be able to handle the
situation with my son the same way."
	"You will. You have a very lucky son."
	"I can assure you; your son feels just as lucky, Dad."



End Part 22

Mark Stevens