Date: Tue, 29 May 2012 21:32:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Shower, Part 27 - Next Generation

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New Shower, Part 27 -- Next Generation



	Monday morning Brandon and I were sitting in the law office waiting
for our appointment. Neither of us had spoken during the trip into town,
and even now, as we waited, there was no conversation between us. The lady
behind the desk had told us it would be a few minutes before we could be
seen.
	After a ten minute wait, a door opened beside the secretary's desk,
and we were joined by a man, perhaps in his forties.
	He smiled at me and said, "Mr. Hanson?"
	I nodded, and he told me his name. "Please, won't you come inside
my office?"
	When both Brandon and I stood to our feet, he said, "You must be
Brandon." He gave my son a warm smile. "Let me have a talk with your father
first, okay? I'll visit with you next."
	I gave Brandon a smile as he returned to his seat. "I'll be right
back," I said and followed the man through the door.
	Debbie was sitting in one of the two chairs that sat in front of a
big mahogany desk.
	"Hello, Steve," she greeted me.
	"Debbie," I said.
	"Please, won't you have a seat," the attorney ask me.
	"I was really sorry about your mother's accident," she said.
	I ignored her and turned my attention to the lawyer.
	"What's the nature of this visit?"
	I took a seat and waited for Debbie's attorney to begin.
	"It's really quite simple, Mr. Hanson. Debbie is not asking for
anything at all except some time with her son."
	I forced myself to take a breath before I spoke. "So, now you feel
like being a mother to Brandon?" The words came out cold and sharp.
	"Look Steve, I've already told you how much I regret dropping out
of Brandon's life. I was young. I realize that's no excuse; however-"
	"You're damned right that's no excuse. As for being young, hell,
you were thirty years old," I pointed out.
	The attorney gave a gentle cough, drawing our attention back to
him.
	"Look guys, this conversation could go on forever; you both know
that. What say let's get to the subject at hand. Your son," he said.
	"What are the options here?" I asked.
	"It's actually quite simple. Usually in cases like this, it works
out to a fifty/fifty arrangement, with both parties sharing equal time."
	"You make it sound so cut and dried," I told him. "It's not going
to be that simple, I can assure you."
	"We can make it difficult for you," he reminded me.
	I looked at Debbie. "Why don't you bring Brandon in and let him
have a say in this?"
	"He's just a child," Debbie objected.
	"He's fourteen and soon to be fifteen."
	"Like I said, a child," she repeated.
	I looked across the desk and asked, "Isn't fourteen old enough to
have a say legally in matters such as this?"
	"It plays a big part," he agreed.
	"Then bring him in and see what his thoughts are."
	I remained silent, listening to the man call Brandon by name and
ask him to join us.
	When my son came inside the office and saw his mother sitting
beside me, his face went stone cold.
	"Hello, Brandon," his mother said.
	The attorney brought a smaller chair from across the room and
placed beside me. "Have a seat, Brandon," he told him.
	Brandon did as he was asked, and looked straight a head. He sat
there in silence waiting.
	The lawyer started out by making small talk, trying to get him to
relax, but it didn't work. My son was not influenced at all by the man's
words.
	"Look, I do not want to spend any time with her."
	"She is your mother, Brandon."
	Brandon looked at Debbie finally and said, "As far as I'm
concerned, she stopped being my mother when she walked out on me. On both
my dad me," he added.
	"Brandon, I understand you're going to be fifteen very soon. Is
that correct?"
	Brandon nodded his head and remained silent.
	"Well, fifteen is getting close to being a man; a man uses his head
wisely, I might add. Don't you think your mother deserves another chance
with you? I'm sure you've made mistakes, as we all have; hasn't your father
given you another chance after a mistake, no matter how big or small it
might have been?"
	My son stared hard at the man sitting across the desk from
him. Finally he said, "No mistake I have ever made compares to what she
did."
	I suddenly turned and faced my son. Looking him straight in the
eye, I asked, "Brandon, are you willing at this point, to spend time with
your mother?"
	"No."
	"Are you certain about that?"
	"I could care less if I never saw her again."
	I looked first at Debbie and then her lawyer, and standing to my
feet said, "Well, it looks as if our business is finished here. Let's go,
Brandon."
	"Don't do anything foolish, Mr. Hanson."
	"You can count on it. Both of you can," I added.
	I walked beside Brandon out to the car. Neither of us spoke a
word. Once we were inside, I turned and gave him a smile.
	"You okay?"
	"I'm scared, Dad."
	He looked so frightened I wished like hell I could hug him to
me. However, in public, especially parked in front of a law firm, I didn't
think that would be a smart idea.
	I reached my hand out and placed it briefly on his leg. "Let's go
home and have a talk with Grandpa. It might be a good idea to seek out a
lawyer on our own and see what his advice might be."
	The trip back home was just as quiet as the one coming into town
had been. Both my son and I were lost in our own thoughts and didn't have
anything to talk about.
	I parked in front of the house, and we hurried inside.
	"In the living room," Dad called out. "How did it go?"
	Brandon and I took a seat on the couch, and I brought my father up
to speed concerning our visit with Debbie's lawyer. When I had finished, I
added, "So, is this the time to hire our own lawyer?"
	Dad stood to his feet. "You damned straight it is. I'm going to
give James Townsend a call. He's done legal work for me before, and he's
helping me now with some things concerning your mother."
	Brandon and I listened as he talked over the telephone. A few
minutes later he returned to the living room.
	"We have an appointment in one hour," he told us.
	"Does he want to talk with Brandon?"
	Dad nodded. "He does, so let's grab a quick bite to eat and hit the
road."
	An hour later two of us were sitting in our second law office of
the day. Not a practice I wished to keep up, I thought as we waited.
	"Dave, glad you could make it."
	We turned to see a man not much older than myself standing before
us.
	"Thanks for seeing us, James."
	We followed the man into his office and answered the questions he
asked. When I had finished talking, James Townsend turned to my son.
	"Tell me, Brandon," he said, "just what are your thoughts
concerning this matter?"
	"You want the truth?"
	My son believed in getting right to the point, it seemed.
	"Of course I want the truth."
	"I don't want to see her."
	"'Her' being your mother?"
	"That's right."
	The lawyer directed his next question to me.
	"How long has she been gone, Steve?"
	"Brandon was around eleven when she left."
	"And she hasn't seen him since that time?"
	"Not until my mother's service."
	"How old are you now, Brandon?"
	"Fourteen. I'll be fifteen in a couple of months."
	"I see."
	As the three of us sat there not talking, James Townsend seemed to
be mulling some things over in his mind. Several moments passed, or so it
seemed, without him speaking.
	"There are several possibilities for us to look at here," he
finally said. "Since you are fourteen, almost fifteen, as you pointed out,
Brandon, most courts would consider you wishes up front; however, depending
on the road we take, your mother could fight us."
	"How the hell can she?" Dad asked. "The woman has had nothing to do
with her son all this time."
	"Dave, she is Brandon's mother; no court would deny her that
privilege."
	"Even if she, by her own choice, has disappeared and had absolutely
nothing to do with our son?" I couldn't keep the anger out of my voice.
	"That's right. We could take this to court and petition for you to
have full custody of Brandon; that's always an option. However, let me warn
you: the boy's mother would win some type of arrangement any way."
	"We're screwed any way we go, looks like to me," I finally said. I
could hardly breathe due to a heaviness that had begun to consume my
insides.
	"Not necessarily. Not if we submit our proposal first," the lawyer
added.
	"That being?"
	"Brandon, may I ask you another question?"
	"Of course."
	"I understand you want to remain with your father, and I can
appreciate the way you feel about it. I really do, Brandon," he added
giving my son a warm smile.
	I watched as James Townsend pressed both his index fingers into his
chin. "What we've got to do is come up with an idea and present it to the
other side."
	"What's on your mind, James?" Dad asked the man.
	James looked at my son once again. "So tell me, Brandon, what could
you live with concerning your mother?"
	"I know I don't want to stay with her for any length of time."
	Again the man behind the desk seemed lost in his thoughts. To me,
the situation seemed hopeless, and I hoped like hell he had an idea in
mind.
	"Okay, here's our angle. I'm going to send Debbie's lawyer a letter
declaring what we're offering. I'm going to elaborate on the fact that she
has not been involved in her son's life by her own choosing, and that
Brandon is not comfortable with spending any amount of extended time with
her."
	"Thank you."
	I could hear the relief in my son's voice.
	"However, what we do propose is that he is willing to spend time
with her two times a month. Day visits only."
	He looked closely at Brandon and continued, saying, "Could you
handle that?"
	"If I have no choice, I guess I can try."
	"We can stipulate the first couple of visits will be four hours
only, due to the fact of her intentional absence in your life."
	"Is that the best we can do, James?" Dad asked the man.
	"As I mentioned, Dave, if we're too tight assed, her lawyer will
use it to his good, and we really will be screwed. Besides, I'm banking on
one other thing. I'm counting on the fact that the boy's mother won't be as
keen on mothering as she thinks she will be. If she drops out of the
picture again, that will finish her up completely, far as the courts are
concerned."
	Dad stood to his feet. "Then I guess our business is done."
	James Townsend also stood up. "We are. I will get our letter sent
in the afternoon's mail. They'll have it in their hands by tomorrow, and
we'll see what happens then."
	"Send me your bill, James," Dad said.
	"I'm not worried, Dave. Are you doing okay?"
	"Hanging in there; we all are," Dad said giving the man a tired
smile.
	"Good luck to you," the man said shaking Dad's hand. He shook my
hand and gave Brandon's back a pat. "We'll work something out, Brandon. You
have my word on that, Son."
	The trip back home was made in complete silence. When Dad pulled up
in the yard, he shut the car engine off and turned and faced me.
	"Look, this is going to work out, okay? There's too damned much
stacked against Debbie."
	"But you heard what your lawyer said," Brandon spoke from the back
seat.
	"I did. I also heard him offer a solution. One that I think we can
all live with," he added.
	"It's not fair for her to come walking back into our lives and
demanding things."
	"Let's just sit back and see what happens when her lawyer gets the
letter from James. For now, I have a suggestion. Why don't the two of you
spend some time together? Go to a movie. Do you both good to get out, just
the two of you."
	I turned around and faced my son. "That's a great idea. What you
think, Brandon?"
	"I think I'd like that, Dad."
	"Let's go check on movie times and go from there."
	We jumped out of the car and went inside the house. I called the
local movie theatre and received times of the movies. I let Brandon pick
the one he wanted, and we soon left for town.
	"We'll eat a bite after the movie and then be home," I told Dad.
	"Just have a good time."
	Actually, we had a hell of a good time, my son and I. He picked a
good movie, one full of adventure and lots of tension. We sat in the
darkened theatre as close as possible without drawing any unnecessary
attention. He pressed his leg against mine, and about half way through the
movie I felt his hand on my thigh. I reached over and lay my hand on top,
feeling his warm fingers beneath me. We remained that way until the end of
the movie.
	Afterward Brandon decided on pizza and we headed for Pizza Hut, his
favorite place to eat. I had decided with all of the shit going on in his
life recently he had earned the right to chose how he wanted to spend his
day.
	When I ordered a beer to drink, he grinned and told the waitress
he'd take one as well.
	At her raised eye brow, I laughed and said, "Come here when you're
of age, and I'll gladly buy you one."
	He settled on a coke.
	When the pizza arrived, we both dug in, and suddenly it was like
old times. Just him and me, and no thought about his mother; the woman who
was trying so hard to disrupt our lives.
	We talked and had such a good time over our food that I was
surprised to suddenly look out the window and see that the sky had turned
black.
	"Guess we'd better hit the road," I said. "Grandpa will think we've
dropped off the earth."
	"That might not be such a bad idea."
	"Would you really want to leave Grandpa behind?"
	He shrugged his shoulders. "Not really."
	"I didn't think so. Let's go check on him."
	The light mood we had been sharing continued on our way home. When
we walked inside the house we found Dad and Dennis sitting at the kitchen
table finishing their evening meal.
	"You two are eating late," I remarked.
	"Blame your father," Dennis answered with a grin on his face. "I
got home from work and found him in some sort of crazy mood. I had to
straighten him out," he added.
	"I can imagine," I said dryly. I turned to my father. "Are you
better now?"
	"Much," he answered.
	"He should be. He pounded the shit out of me."
	"You don't seem any worse for ware," I pointed out.
	"Oh, I'm not."
	Brandon looked at me and said, "I think I'm going up stairs and
watch a movie. Care to join me, Dad?"
	I nodded. "I'll be up there in a moment."
	I sat at the table across from Dad. "Pounded the shit out of you,
did he?"
	"Fuck yeah. Never felt so much strength coming from him
before. Really drove in deep," Dennis finished.
	"Good, glad you both took care of each other."
	"Brandon okay?" Dad asked changing the subject.
	"I think so. It did him good to get out for a few hours. He seemed
to have a good time."
	"I'm glad," Dennis said. "He's a good kid. You both are," he added
giving me a smile.
	"Am I always going to be a `kid' to you?"
	He nodded and said, "Most likely."
	"Glad you still don't treat me like a kid."
	"You mean because of the way I fuck your ass?"
	"That, among other things."
	"I would fuck that ass now, but I think you need to spend time with
Brandon this evening."
	I stood to my feet and gave both my uncle and my father a kiss on
the mouth. "I would love to spend time with you, but yes, Brandon needs me
tonight. And I need him as well," I added. "Good night, you two."
	I hurried up the stairs and into the room I shared with my
son. When I opened the door, I discovered Brandon lying on the bed. He was
naked, all of his clothes in a pile beside the bed.
	"Wow, guess you are already comfortable," I greeted him.
	"I am. Care to join me?"
	"Oh, yeah."
	I pulled my shirt off and gave my shoes a kick. They flew across
the room and hit the wall. I undid my jeans and let them fall to the
floor. I quickly stepped out of them, and tucking my fingers in the waist
band of my boxers, tugged them down. They landed on top my
jeans. Completely naked, I joined my son on the bed.
	"Hey, there," I greeted.
	"Hey, Dad. Did I say thank you?"
	"For what?"
	"Just for being my dad; for taking care of me."
	"Brandon, I will always be here for you; long as you need me."
	"I'll always need you, Dad."
	He placed a hand on my hairy chest and gave the thick brown curls a
gentle tug. Then giving me another smile, he leaned over and kissed me on
the mouth, working his tongue inside.
	When we broke our kiss, I asked, "So, what movie are we going to
watch?"
	"I think I've changed my mind."
	"So, what's the game plan now?"
	"I could use a good fucking."
	My dick went from soft to hard in the length it took to draw one
breath.
	"Is that so?"
	He nodded. It is. Only-"
	"Only?" I asked when he didn't continue.
	"I thought we'd try something sort of different this time."
	"How `sort of different'?"
	"I want to lie on the bed on my stomach while you fuck me. To start
with," he said.
	"And afterward?"
	"Before you cum, I want you to turn me over so I can see your
face."
	"This is your evening, Brandon. Your every wish is definitely my
command."
	My son quickly crawled between my legs and began licking my
dick. His tongue left the head of my cock drenched with saliva as he licked
the rest of the way down to the hairy root that grew out the middle of my
wiry pubes. His touch felt so good that I soon realized if he continued
teasing me I would shoot long before either of us were ready.
	I pushed him away. "Your turn," I said.
	I crawled off the bed and took hold of his legs. Turning him
crossways the bed, I pulled until his legs hung over the edge. Next I
spread his legs a part and dropped to my knees between them. His hole
winked at me, teasing me, filling me with even more desire to flood him
with my cum.
	I put my nose against his crack and ran my tongue along narrow
track, enjoying the feel of the little brown hairs that now covered the
area. My son was definitely going to be as hairy as his father; even his
grandfather, and it was going to drive me out of my fucking mind.
	I teased his hole, enjoying the hot smell of his body, the hotness
of his skin touching me. He shivered when my tongue worked inside him, my
chin pressed tightly against his firm ass cheeks. I continued fucking him
with my tongue until he was begging for my cock.
	"Fuck me, Dad," he begged.
	I pulled the bottle of lube from the drawer beside the bed and
spread a thick layer deep inside him. When I thought he had enough, I
covered my dick with it as well and gave the bottle a toss.
	"Going to fuck you, Brandon," I groaned and placed my slippery head
against his opening. Using my hand for guidance, I pushed gently until my
thick head had disappeared from sight.
	I waited a moment for him to adjust, and when I felt his body relax
against me, I shoved the rest of my thick hard shaft in. I was suddenly
implanted balls deep, my hairy nuts smashed against his skin. I could feel
my thick bush touching his body. I paused for a second, took a deep breath,
and then began with a slow easy thrust. After the first initial movement,
driving my cock inside his tight ass, I pulled completely out, and pushed
in once more, this time, not going as deep as before.
	I continued fucking him this way, with each time going just a bit
deeper than the previous one. It was so fucking hot watching my dick work
in and out Brandon's tight hole, watching as my bush pressed up tightly
against his skin.
	"God, you feel good, Dad," he groaned.
	I kept working his ass for another minute or so before pulling out.
	"What's wrong?"
	"Nothing," I whispered. "I'm ready to watch your face while I fuck
you."
	He quickly rolled over on his back, and I saw his hard dick
standing proudly, surrounded by deliciously thick brown hair. What a
fucking hot sight it was!
	I spread Brandon's legs with my hands and stepped between them. The
tip of my dick went immediately to his slippery hole and quickly
disappeared from sight. His hairy nuts and the bottom side of his pubes
mixed in with my own wiry wet curls. It was such a hot sight I slammed him
hard, forcing air from his lungs.
	"God, you're deep," he groaned.
	I didn't answer. Instead, I began sliding in and out his slippery
wet hole, my pre cum, along with the lube, causing the dark hair around it
to mat against his skin.
	"Brandon, you are so fucking hot," I breathed.
	"Fuck me, Dad; give me your load."
	Watching my dick snaking in and out his opening was such a fucking
hot sight. I was amazed at just how hot it was making me. Just attacking
his hairy body with my own was enough to make my balls cringe, my dick
swell, and my toes curl. I was about to shoot in my son's furry ass.
	"Going to cum, Brandon," I warned.
	On his back, my son rose to meet each of my driving thrusts. I
could feel the hair below my belly and just above my balls grinding against
his skin.
	As I fucked him, Brandon took hold of his leaking cock and began
stroking the hot flesh that was slick with pre cum. The harder I fucked
him, the faster he jacked his dick.
	"I'm going to shoot, Dad," he called out.
	I groaned and went deeper inside his wet ass. I was one shot behind
my son. I felt his ass grip my hairy cock root, and I shot my first spray
inside him right behind the first rope that landed on his chest. He
continued shooting as I pounded his ass, and we finished at the same time.
	"Fuck! I cried out.
	"Shit, that was awesome."
	With my cock still buried in the cum it had just shot inside my
son, I leaned down and placed my lips on his mouth. I could feel his cum
attach its self to my chest hair as we shared a kiss.
	Breaking a part, I said, "God, I love you, Brandon."
	"I love you, Dad. "Thanks. I really needed this."
	I felt him grip my cock again with his ass, and I shivered.
	"I think you could tell how much I needed it; needed you."
	He pulled me down on top him. "Get your rest," he said. "You're
going to fuck me many times before morning comes."
	"You'll get no argument from me," I said giving him another kiss.


End Part 27


Mark Stevens