Date: Wed, 23 May 2012 20:55:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Shower, Part 26 - Next Generation

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New Shower, Part 26 -- Next Generation


	The Christmas Holidays came and went, and with the arrival of the
New Year, some decisions had been made. Dennis and I put our houses on the
market, and much to our surprise, both pieces of property sold like wild
fire. By the time Brandon was out of school for Spring Break, everything
had been taken care of. We brought what things we needed, and some things
we just wanted to keep, with us. Dad was more than willing to shuffle his
things around to accommodate us.
	I had taken off the week of Spring Break in order to spend some
quality time with my son. When I left work that Friday afternoon, I took a
deep breath and headed for home. I was so looking forward to time off, as
well as spending it with Brandon.
	When I arrived at home, I hurried up the steps and walked into the
kitchen. My father was sitting at the kitchen table.
	"Kind of early for supper, isn't it?" I greeted him with a smile.
	I sat down at the table. "What's up?" I asked.
	With his hand, he slid an envelope across to me. "This came for you
today," he said.
	I looked down and read the name on the return address. "Isn't this
a law firm in town?"
	Dad nodded and remained quiet.
	I slid the flap open and pulled a single sheet of paper out. The
message was short and typically to the point.
	"What's it about?" Dad asked.
	"Read for yourself." I handed the letter to him.
	"Shit, she can't do this!" he declared angrily and threw the paper
down on the table.
	"Sure as hell looks like she can; and evidentially her lawyer think
so as well."

	In short, the letter was from a law firm requesting me to contact
them about Brandon's mother having some sort of custody of him.
	 "Why don't you give them a call?" Dad suggested. "Let's not worry
about anything just yet. It's early enough his office should still be
open."
	Dad was one of the few people who still had a telephone on the wall
in the kitchen. I hurried to it now and placed the call. When I had
Debbie's lawyer on the telephone I listened to what he had to say.
	When he was finished, I asked, "Can she do this? She walked out of
my son's life when he was eleven years old. Until my mother died, she made
no attempt to get in contact with him."
	The lawyer told me that, while it was true, she had walked out on
our son by her own admission, she realized her mistake and was more than
ready to make up for her mistakes.
	"I will be honest with you," I said into the telephone, "I will
fight her over this."
	"That's your right," he assured me. "However, most of the time,
courts allow the mother back into the lives of their children, especially
with cases like Brandon's. Most likely it would be a big legal expense for
you, and in the end, you would lose."
	He asked if I could come into his office one day the following
week. "I will need to visit with both you and your wife."
	"We're divorced," I told him. "It's been final for almost two
years."
	"Doesn't matter," he said. "Other than her disappearing out of
sight, she's committed no crime. It would be an easy win for her."
	"What about my son? Does he have any say in this?"
	"Of course he does. He's around fourteen, is that correct?"
	"He is."
	It was silent on the phone line, and suddenly, all of those little
annoying sounds normally heard going across the line buzzed in my ear.
	"Can you hold for a couple of minutes?"
	I told him I could, and suddenly the buzzing went away and was
replaced with elevator music.
	"What's happening?" Dad asked noticing my silence.
	I explained that I was waiting for the lawyer to come back on the
line.
	Which he finally did.
	"Can you come into the office Monday morning at ten o'clock? And
bring your son," he added.
	"I can be there," I assured him and hung up.
	"Brandon and I have an appointment with him Monday morning."
	"Good, we'll get this thing settled once and for all," Dad
declared.
	"We'll see. According to him, Debbie has certain rights, and that
legally she's done nothing to abuse them."
	"She fucking disappeared for years," he reminded.
	"I agree. Still, for now, let's try and relax. I'll talk with
Brandon about it this evening, and then we'll see what takes place on
Monday. I'm sure he called Debbie while he put me on hold."
	"Do you need a lawyer to come with you? I'll certainly pay for
one."
	"Won't need one Monday," I said. "We'll see after that meeting."
	The door suddenly opened, and Brandon stepped inside the kitchen.
	"Hi," he greeted.
	"Hey, you're on vacation," I said, forcing a grin to my face.
	"So are you," he reminded.
	He gave both his grandfather and me a hug. "I'll run my stuff up
stairs and be right back."
	I watched as he walked down the hall and disappeared of the
stairs. Then standing to my feet, I said, "I think I'll have a talk with
him. He might as well know what's happening."
	I hurried up the stairs and walked into the bedroom him and I both
shared now.
	"How was school?"
	"School," he said with a grin.
	"Well at least you have the next few days off to rest up. You can
forget about it for a while."
	"Which is good," he agreed.
	I sat on the side of the bed. "Brandon, we need to talk, okay?"
	He threw his back pack to the floor and joined me on the bed.
	"I'm listening," he said.
	I explained to my son about the letter, as well as the telephone
call, and when I had finished, there was no mistaking the anger on his
face.
	"Why would she do something like this?" he asked. "She doesn't give
a fuck about me."
	I tried my best to explain everything the way the lawyer had
described it to me.
	"I won't go," he said. "She can't make me," he added, his voice
still full of anger.
	"According to her lawyer, she has rights."
	"She gave those up the minute she walked out on me. On us," he
added.
	"Maybe; maybe not."
	I studied him closely. "Can I ask a favor of you?"
	"I'll do anything for you. You know that, Dad," he said.
	"Here's what I suggest we do. We're supposed to be in his office
Monday morning. Let's go, listen to what he has to say, and then we'll
think it over. If we feel like we're being railroaded, we'll get our own
attorney. You okay with that?"
	He was silent for a moment. Then he slowly gave me a nod. "Okay,"
he answered.
	"Good. Now, with that out of the way, this is your time. What would
you like to do?"
	"I really don't care; long as I'm spending time with you."
	"Would you like to go to a movie this evening?"
	He seemed lost in thought for a moment. Finally he said, "I think,
if it's all right with you, I would enjoy watching a movie here with
you. It's really nice having our big TV from home in our bedroom now."
	I stood to my feet. "If that's what you want to do, then we'll do
it. I'm going down to see if Grandpa needs any help with supper. Come on
down when you're ready."
	I reached down and gave him a hug.
	"Everything's going to be okay," I said, trying to give him the
assurance he needed.
	He hugged me back, and I left the room and hurried back down
stairs.
	When I rejoined my father in the kitchen once more, I discovered
Dennis had arrived home and was being filled in by Dad.
	"How is he?" Dad asked.
	"We talked it over. He's okay with going Monday to see the
attorney."
	"I can't believe she's doing this shit," Dennis said.
	"Well, as her attorney said to me, she's actually broken no
laws. She admits she deserted him, and for that, she's sorry. And,
unfortunately, I have to agree with him."
	"Are you going to let her take him?" Dennis asked me.
	"I'm not going to `let' her do a damned thing. However, Brandon has
a big say in the matter, so, as he and I talked about upstairs, we're going
to wait and see what happens on Monday. If we need to, we'll hire our own
attorney."
	"By God, I'll help with the expense," my uncle told me.
	"I will too," Dad chimed in.
	"Well, let's just wait and see. Brandon's coming back in a moment,
so let's drop this for now. Agreed?"
	They both gave me a nod, and I helped Dad start the evening meal.

	By the time Brandon joined us in the kitchen, the meal was ready
and on the table.
	"It's ready, Brandon," his grandpa told him. "Take your seat."
	The four of us sat down to the table, and for what ever reason, we
were able to have a good conversation and nothing was mentioned about the
letter or the trip into town on Monday to see the attorney.
	I had mentioned that Brandon wanted to watch a movie with me up
stairs in our bedroom, so after we had finished eating, Dad told us to go
on up stairs.
	"You two enjoy your evening," he said.
	"Yeah, go on; I'll help your dad clean this mess up," Dennis added.
	I looked at Brandon, and he gave me a nod.
	"Thanks."
	With Brandon leading the way, we climbed the stairs to our room.
	Coming inside, I asked if he wanted to take a shower. "My body
feels covered in work grime," I explained.
	"Let's take it in the shower house," he suggested."
	"Sounds good to me."
	We stripped out of our clothes, and reaching for robes, put them on
and headed back down stairs.
	"Guess the two of you are heading out to take a shower," Dennis
said giving us a knowing grin.
	"Dad's grimy," Brandon said in his smartass way.
	"At least he's cleaning up," Dad teased. "I hate it when I find
grime on the sheets.  It's hard as hell to get clean," he added.
	We left the two of them finishing up in the kitchen and headed out
the door. The air was still a little brisk, even if spring time was here,
and we quickly made our way to the door of the building.
	Inside, we pulled our robes off and threw them down and hit the
showers.
	As I stood under the water, I watched my son get his body wet. I
loved watching the water make little rivers as it flowed down his body;
held my breath when it continued down through the middle of his dense
pubes, and created big drops on his furry nuts. The sight was really
getting to me. I never grew tired of looking at my son's sexy body.
	I was suddenly hard, and he grinned at me.
	"You're a dirty old man," he teased me.
	His dick suddenly gave a lurch and stood out hard and proud through
his wet curls.
	"Somebody else must have had a dirty thought as well," I pointed
out.
	He left his shower and stood next to me, his naked skin brushing
against mine. He pulled me to him, and suddenly his dick was pushing into
me.
	"I love you, Dad," he whispered softly.
	"I love you, Brandon."
	He held me tightly for a moment or two and continued jabbing me
with his hard prick. The longer he held me, the harder he became.
	"How about me taking care of that?" I asked as I wrapped my fingers
around this thick shaft.
	"Not yet," he said. "Dad, will you so something for me?"
	"If I can."
	"I think tonight I would like for you to fuck me."
	I studied my son long and hard. "Are you sure about that?"
	While we had been playing together for quite some time, my son and
I, he had fucked me, but never me him. Neither one of us had felt he was
ready for that yet.
	I felt his fist take hold of my cock. He gave it a couple of tugs
and then gently pulled at my hairy balls. "I am ready," he said simply.
	"If that's what you want; however, let's do it upstairs in our bed
rather than out here. I think it would be better for you."
	Brandon reached up and kissed me on the mouth.
	"I'm so glad I have you, Dad," he said.
	"So am I; that I have you," I added softly.
	We kissed one more time, and then he returned to his shower to
finish up. We both knew if we remained together under the water, he would
probably end up fucking me, and for some reason, he wanted me to fuck him
first. Wasn't exactly sure why, but who was I to disagree?
	We scrubbed our bodies down, and rather than helping the situation,
we made it worse on our cocks. Just watching each other was excitement
enough to stretch our dicks to the limit. Still, we both managed to behave
and not shoot a load down the drain.
	Our showers over, we dried our bodies, pulled our robes back on,
and hurried across the yard and into the house.
	As we headed up the stairs, Dennis called from the living room,
"That didn't take very long. It usually takes the two of you much longer to
get cleaned up," he reminded us.
	"Just anxious to watch TV," I called over my shoulder.
	"Yeah, right," he laughed. "Well, enjoy your show," he said.
	"I'm sure they will," Dad told him.
	We hurried into our room, and I closed the door behind us. We
pulled our robes off once more fell naked on top the bed. My cock had gone
down somewhat, but my son's still pointing straight and tall, standing in
its glory.
	"Are you serious about watching television?" I asked him.
	"Not really."
	He lay on his back, and I couldn't help but admire his thick fuck
rod and all good looking brown hair that surrounded it. I couldn't help but
lick my lips; it was such an appetizing sight to behold.
	"Brandon, if you're serious about me fucking you, I will do it. If
you're not ready, I have no problem waiting. I want you to understand
that."
	He raised his head up and kissed my mouth. There was nothing gentle
about his touch. He was rough, almost demanding, as his tongue worked
inside my mouth.
	When he finally broke the kiss, he asked, "Do you still think I'm
not ready for you to fuck me?"
	"All I know for sure is when you kiss me the way you just did, I
won't to do nothing but fuck you."
	"Then do it," he said falling back down on the bed. He spread his
legs farther a part and waited.
	Leaning down, I was the one to kiss him this time. Rather than
being so intense, I kissed him using a gentler touch, allowing Brandon to
feel the love I held inside. At this point, there were no feelings of lust,
want and desire; just love, pure and sweet. That would change, and I knew
it. For now, I was enjoying taking my time; wanting to teach him, as well
as show him, how to make love.
	I went from kissing his mouth to making wet trails with my tongue
downward along his sexy body. I sucked on his nipples, rotating back and
forth between them. By the time I continued my journey down both were
almost as hard as his dick, and just about as thick.
	When I came to his belly button, I traced around it leaving a river
of wetness with my tongue. He had a small thin circle of brown hair growing
around it, and I loved feeling those little hairs tickle my tongue. I was
turned on by the sight of them. I realized my son was soon going to be just
as hairy as his grandfather and dad were. That thought alone, made my dick
even harder.
	I left the indention in his belly full of saliva, and traveled down
to the edge of his brown hairy crotch. I stopped a minute and placed my
nose in the thickness of his bush. It smelled so clean from his recent
shower, and I breathed in deeply. I was content to remain there, but
evidentially my son had other ideas. As I lay there with my nose buried in
his wonderful thick cock fur, Brandon raised up enough to rub his hair into
my face.
	I took the hint, and started working my tongue through his wiry
curls. By the time I had reached his furry nut sac, there was a matted
trail of dampened hair pressed into his skin.
	I licked his balls, coating them both heavily with spit, forcing
the thick hair to mat down as well. I played with his full balls for quite
some time, causing him to moan and move around on the bed.
	Suddenly I stopped and raised my head. "Okay, for the last time;
you are okay with this?"
	"Shit, Dad, just fuck me, damn it!"
	Not saying another word, I dove between my son's legs and pulled
his legs farther a part. With my tongue, I began tracing just below his sac
all the way down to his tight hairy opening. I took my time wetting the
area down, teasing all around his hole.
	By now Brandon was shaking with desire, but it was only the
beginning for my son.
	I took my time teasing him, and finally I couldn't keep it from
happening any longer. I gently rubbed the center of his hairy opening, my
tongue causing him to shiver even more. I pushed my tongue inside him
deeper, creating even more wetness to make it easier for him to take me.
	Finally I reached for the lube and worked some up inside him. Then
coating my fingers, I worked one inside his ass.
	"Fuck," he said.
	"You okay?"
	He muttered something I couldn't understand, so I assumed he wanted
me to continue.
	And I did.
	I kept on fucking him with one finger, and then added a second one.
	He let out a sigh, and I asked if he was still okay.
	He assured me he was.
	I finally added a third finger and began working him deeply,
forcing all three to crawl farther inside his wet hole.
	"God, I can't believe how good it feels having you inside me," he
groaned.
	"Just wait; it's going to get even better," I said softly.
	My fingers had him so excited that two different times I thought he
was going to cum just from me finger fucking him.
	I finally pulled my fingers out and said, "Okay, it's time. Roll
over on your side," I told him.
	"Why?"
	"Because I think it will be easier for you the first time if you're
on your side."
	"I want to watch you fuck me."
	"I would love nothing better than look at your face while my cock
is inside you, but, trust me, Brandon, the first time will be better for
you. It won't be very long before I can fuck you on your back. I promise".
	I coated my dick heavily with lube as Brandon was switching from
back to side. When I had my dick slicked up enough to slide into anything,
no matter how tight it might be, I lay on my side behind him.
	He shivered when he felt my dick slide into his crack.
	"Okay, take a deep breath and try to relax," I told him.
	I felt his body give some, and placed the tip of my cock against
his slippery hole.
	"Feel my dick against you?"
	He nodded.
	"Okay, take another breath and slowly let it out."
	He did, and I pushed just the head inside him.
	He pulled away immediately.
	"It's okay," I assured him. "This may sound crazy, but when you
feel me start to move into you a little more, push down like you're going
to take a dump."
	"For real?"
	"Just do it," I said.
	I could feel him forcing his body to relax; I could tell he was
doing exactly as I had told him. I pushed a bit more into him. This time
about half of my dick went inside.
	"You're getting there, Brandon. You've taken about half of me."
	I stopped a minute and let him get use to the intrusion in his ass.
	"You're doing great," I praised him. "Much better than my first
time with Grandpa," I added.
	"Really? You seem to take his cock so easy."
	"Just had lots of practice. "You will too."
	I leaned over and kissed the back of his neck. "Okay, relax some
more; I'm going to try and go the rest of the way in."
	I took a breath and pushed. With a slurping sound, I bottomed out
inside my son's ass. I was balls deep inside him, the cheeks of his ass
pressed hard into my bush.
	"You okay?" I asked.
	"It hurts."
	"You want me to pull out?"
	"No, just give me a second to get use to you."
	I did as he asked, and I had to admit, it was fucking hot just
knowing it was my dick buried inside his ass. With my cock root planted in
as far as possible, I lay still and waited for Brandon to tell me to go on.
	"It's okay," he finally said. "The pain is almost gone."
	"Has it started to feel good yet?"
	"Oh, yeah," he said.
	I lay there completely still for another minute or so until he
said,
	"Fuck me, Dad."
	Those were the sweetest words I had ever heard in my life. I pulled
my cock about half way out and pushed it back in to him. I kept this up for
a while until he began pushing into my body. Then I knew he was ready for
the fucking I wanted to give him.
	"God, your ass is so fucking tight," I groaned.
	"It's gone, Dad. The pain's gone, so fuck me; I want to feel your
hot cum inside my hole."
	Fuck that was too damned much. I couldn't contain myself any
longer. I had to pound his ass; there was no two ways about it. I placed my
hands on his shoulders and kept them there as I began grinding my crotch
into his body, forcing my cock deeper inside his hot tight and very wet
hole.
	Suddenly I knew I was about to cum.
	"I'm going to shoot," I warned him. "You're just too fucking tight;
I can't hold off any longer."
	"Do it, Dad," he begged. "Give me your load."
	And I did! My cock swelled up all the way down to its hairy root,
and the first thick heavy rope sprayed inside him. It was so intense my
toes curled, and I thought I might just check out; it was that deep. Never
in my life could I remember experiencing such a deep orgasm that started in
my groin and traveled all the way down to my feet. I continued pumping his
ass as each wave shot out and flew deep inside his hole.
	I was still humping him, even after my balls were empty. It felt so
good fucking through all the cum I had just deposited there.
	Finally spent, I pulled my son tightly to me, my cock still buried
up his cum-filled hole; my cum, his hole. How hot was that? I thought.
	 "I thought I might cum from you fucking me," Brandon said quietly.
	"You may do that; in time. This was your first time, and just the
fact you handled it; handled my cock, well, that's something to be damned
proud of. I think when you get more use to being fucked you will cum on
your on. It took me a while to accomplish that."
	I was quiet for a moment. Finally I said, "You do plan on doing
this again, I guess?"
	He pushed hard against me, driving my softening cock through the
river of cum it was buried in.
	"Fuck, yes, I plan on you fucking me again."
	"Good. For now, let's take care of you."
	I gently pulled my sticky cock out, and when I did, his hole seemed
to rebel. It made a whispering sound, as if to say it felt empty.
	"Roll over," I said.
	He did, and I quickly crawled between his legs. I reached for his
cock and began lapping at it like I would an ice cream cone. I tongued his
head, getting the skin wet and shiny. He was leaking pre cum like crazy,
and I sucked his head clean of the peril like stuff.
	I paused with the head of his dick inside my mouth. Giving him a
look, I engulfed his entire rod, my nose buried in the thick brown hair
that was beginning to grow up his shaft. He had such a hot smell coming
from the hairy area it put me into over drive. I began working his cock in
and out my wet mouth, and suddenly he began fucking my face. Each time he
slammed deep inside me, his furry balls slapped my chin, and his thick damp
pubes ground into my face. I loved the feel of his crotch hair attacking my
skin.
	I sucked him harder, faster, and in nothing flat his breathing
became rough, and I knew he was about to shoot his hot load inside my
mouth.
	I muttered something to let him know I wanted his load; I needed to
swallow every drop of his thick cream.
	Brandon's dick swelled up against my tongue, and surprised me when
the first thick glob hit the back of my throat. I recovered quickly, losing
none of his load, and by the time he had finished erupting inside my mouth,
I had taken it all, not losing one single drop.
	With some of his cum still in my mouth, I crawled up his body and
planted a kiss on his lips. I gave him some of his cum back.
	My body still on top, I asked, "So, how was your first fuck?"
	"Awesome," he sighed. "When can we do it again?"
	"Are you kidding me?"
	"Hell no, I'm ready for round two."
	I looked down at my sticky dick. It was nestled into my wet pubes,
held in place partly by my cum and partly by the juices of my son's ass.
	"Well, I'm sorry to say, but you're going to have to give me a few
minutes to recuperate here."
	"I forget you're an old man," he said giving me a grin.
	I kissed him one more time and crawled off. Lying beside him, my
naked body against his, I said, "Give me a few minutes; like I said, I'll
pound the fuck out of your tight ass."
	"I'm counting on it," he said.
	"Then you'd better rest up; be ready for the fucking of your life."


End Part 26


Mark Stevens