Date: Thu, 6 Sep 2012 14:51:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Shower 31

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New Shower, part 31


	Brandon and I joined Dad and Dennis at the breakfast table one
spring morning. As I sat across from my son, I could hardly believe he was
soon to graduate from high school. He was quickly becoming an adult,
turning into a fine looking young man.
	"Dig in, guys," Dad told us. "It's all on the table."
	During the meal, Dad said, "Tell me, Brandon, are you still
planning to wait on college?"
	Brandon took a bite of egg and said, "For the time being, Grandpa."
	"You think you might be interested in a job around the farm?"
	Both my son and I had a surprised look on our face.
	"What job around here?" I asked.
	Dad grinned and looked across the table at Dennis. "Your uncle and
I have been thinking about something, and we'd like to run it by the two of
you."
	"We're listening."
	"You know those twenty acres that face the canyon in the back
pasture?"
	At our nod, he said, "Well, Dennis and I have done a lot of
thinking on the matter, and we both agree those acres would make a great
camp ground."
	For a moment I was speechless. Finally I managed to say, "You're
kidding?"
	"We're dead serious," Dennis spoke up.
	"But a camp ground?"
	Brandon was as surprised as me.
	"Hear us out, Guys," Dad said.
	"I think you will like the idea, once we explain it," Dennis added.
	I took a sip from my coffee cup. I had lost all interest in food
and pushed my plate away. "Let's hear it then."
	"Dennis and I have been checking around this part of the state, and
there is not another camp ground like the one we want to put in."
	"But there are," Brandon interrupted. "There are all kinds of camp
grounds for trailers, tents, and whatever else people like to sleep in."
	"That's true, Brandon," Dad agreed. "However, we're thinking we'd
like to put in an all male camp ground. Guys like to get away from their
families now and then and join up with their buddies."
	Somewhere in the back of my brain, the light clicked on.
	"Are you telling me you're going to build a camp ground where guys
can come and openly have sex?" I could hardly believe the words I was
saying.
	"Well, not openly," Dennis kicked in.
	"There would have to be rules," Dad agreed. "After all, no matter
how private we might make things, we would still have to respect the
privacy of everyone involved."
	"So what would this camp ground consist of?" I asked.
	"Several type of cabins. Some where one to four people could stay,
and some where, say larger groups if they wanted, could be together."
	"We've been thinking about building two bath houses like the one we
built for us," Dennis said. "Only difference, the new ones will be larger
and have more showers, commodes and sinks," he added.
	"Damn, you two have been doing a lot of thinking," I said.
	They both agreed, and Dad said, "It hasn't just been sex the two of
us have been sharing of late."
	"Come to think of it, I haven't heard any loud noises coming from
your bedroom lately," Brandon teased.
	"Hell, how would you know?" Dennis grinned. "I can't say the same
for you two."
	"Let's get back on track here," Dad broke in.
	"Why don't we finish our meal and take these two out to the site?
Perhaps they could get a better understanding that way."
	"Good idea," Dad agreed. "Eat up, fellows, and then we'll give you
the tour."
	Once the meal was over, we followed Dad and Dennis outside to the
truck and piled inside the cab. Although a bit tight, no one complained as
Dad drove out of the yard and headed for what I had always called "the back
field".
	A short time later Dad brought the truck to a stop and shut the
engine off. "Let's step outside, and we'll try and describe what we have in
mind."
	"We thought we would put a new road in leading to the entrance of
the camp ground," Dennis said. "We don't want traffic going by the house,"
he added.
	"The entrance would be somewhere over there," Dad pointed out.  `We
would build a small office near there where the campers would check in."
	"I'm assuming this entire area will have some sort of privacy fence
around it?" This was all going a little fast for me, and I was having
trouble keeping up with the plans.
	"All the way around it," Dennis said. "When we're finished, nothing
that goes on behind our fence will be in public view."
	"And just what is going to take place here?"
	"We will have set rules, Steve," Dad answered, "but, for the most
part, anything our campers are comfortable with, they are welcomed to
try. Again, providing they obey the rules and the respect the privacy of
the other campers."
	"We plan on building twelve cabins with two beds in each cabin,"
Dad said.
	"And two bunkhouses with ten beds each," Dennis added.
	"It will take some work and quite a bit of time, but when
everything is the way we want it, we will also have a convenience store, as
well as a café here for the campers to enjoy."
	"Speaking of money, do you guys have this covered? It's going to
cost a fortune if you build everything you've mentioned."
	"We may start with half the amount of cabins and only one bathhouse
and bunkhouse," Dad said.
	"The four of us can do a lot of the work, and we can hire what help
we need," Dennis said.
	Dad turned and grinned at Brandon. "Now you know what job I had in
mind for you. "Think you might be interested?"
	"Hell, yeah, I'm interested, Grandpa."
	"What about you, Steve?" Dad asked turning to me.
	Still feeling a bit overwhelmed, I said, "If you two think it can
be done, I'm definitely in. Surely you'll want me to keep my job? And
Dennis, what about you?
	"Actually, I can retire at the end of summer from my job and devote
my full time to this project."
	"I hope you guys don't want me to stop working just yet."
	"Actually, you can retire after twenty years," Dad said. "However,
if you can work until your fifty-five, it would be much better for you."
	"That's another eighteen years."
	We spent the rest of the morning walking around the area that was
soon to be the new all male camp ground. Dad told us they were going to
speak with a man the following week and have him draw up the plans and set
the ball rolling.
	"I guess you guys are really serious then?"
	"We are, Steve," Dennis answered.
	"How do you plan on handling this all male camp ground?"
	"It's going to be nothing more than a male retreat; just like a
men's club. We'll meet all of the safety and health requirements, just like
any other business."
	"I'm sure I can find a permanent job when it's finished," Brandon
said with a grin.
	"Oh, I'm sure," Dennis said giving my son a pat on his back.
	"You never did say where the money's coming for all this?" I
reminded.
	"Well, since this is your uncle's and my idea, we think we should
be responsible for raking up the money. So, it's fifty/fifty on our
part. You and Brandon and contribute by helping with putting the wheels
into motion, and then working when the project is finished. Of course, your
job at the post office will always come first," Dad assured me.
	"So, tell me, do you have some sort of goal in mind when you think
this will be complete?" I was still having a hard time digesting all the
food for thought these two men were feeding me.
	"Well, right now, Steve, I think we're more into looking at a
target date for beginning this project. The completion will happen when
everything else falls into place," Dad answered.
	He placed his hand on my shoulder. "Steve, would you rather we not
tackle this project? Are you uncomfortable with it?"
	"Of course not, Dad," I hastened to assure him. "You two just
surprised the hell out of me, that's all."
	Dennis placed a hand on my other shoulder. "Steve, you have our
word, everything will be on the up and up here, okay? We will operate
completely within the law."
	I told them I had no concern they would be breaking the law, and I
also assured them I was okay with Brandon being involved with the project
as well.
	"After all, he's certainly old enough to decide certain things for
himself."
	"Besides, if I fuck up, I know Dad will beat the shit out of me,"
Brandon spoke up.
	"Back to your question, Steve," Dad said, "I think we're going to
work out the financing this next week, and hopefully by the first of May
some signs of construction will be visible."
	"That's three weeks away," I reminded.
	"I've already talked with a builder. Dennis and I have an
appointment with him on Monday to start drawing up plans. Once we're done
there, we're going to hire a few men to help us."
	"I can swing four weeks vacation this summer," I said. "I can take
off either May or June, which ever you think would work best."
	"I'm thinking June," Dad said. "We should have most of the details
worked out by then and be ready for good hard work."
	"And I plan on taking the entire month of August off," Dennis said.
	"And then retiring the following month," Dad reminded him.
	Dennis gave his brother in law a big grin. "After taking July off,
I might just decide to not retire then. Just depends on how hard you work
my ass," he added.
	"I plan on working your ass plenty. Day and night," Dad said giving
my uncle a big grin.
	"Please, these are young virgin ears," Brandon said and covered
both sides of his head with his hands.
	Dennis pulled my son's hands away and said, "Don't give me that
crap. Nothing about you has been virgin in years."
	Brandon reached out and pulled our uncle to him. "That's right,
part of the blame lies with you." He kissed Dennis hard on the mouth. "And
I have no regrets," he said breaking the kiss.
	Dennis gave my son's ass a pat. "Neither do I, Kid," he said
softly.
	"Hey, I'm Kid," I reminded him.
	"You both are," Dennis grinned. "Kid to me," he added.



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	Things went into action rather quickly over the next few weeks. The
following week Dad and Dennis met with a builder, and by the end of the
week, plans had been labeled "A" and "B". Plan "A" was going to be exactly
half of the original plan for the camp ground. These plans included one
large shower house, six cabins, three with only one single bed, and three
with two double beds and one bunk house with ten small beds. The
convenience store would bring about the completion of plan "A". Plan "B",
which would be an exact duplicate of plan "A" with the addition of a
café, would come about if and only if the first plan was successful.
	I parked my truck in front of the house on Friday afternoon and
killed the engine. It had been a busy week at work for me. It seemed that
people had family or friends all over the world who would soon be
graduating from either high school or college, and this week had to be the
week to mail a gift.
	As I sat there in the truck I saw Dad step off the back porch.
	"Hey," he greeted.
	"What's up, Dad?"
	I watched him walk up to the side of my truck. "The plans are all
drawn up and ready to be put into motion," he said. "In fact, I put a
couple of ads out there advertising for help."
	"Two ads?"
	He nodded. "One in the local paper, and," pausing for just a
second, he added, "one in an all male publication."
	"As in m-a-l-e newspaper, you mean?"
	"Yep, thought it would make for good advertising."
	"I see."
	"Let's hope," he grinned.
	I jumped from the truck and gave my father a kiss. "This is really
making you happy, and I'm glad."
	"I want us all to be happy, Steve."
	"As do I," I assured him.
	"Dennis and I were talking, and when it comes to the hiring, we
think it would be best if all of us, Brandon included, be in on the
interviews. You see, the applicants from the newspaper, well, their
interview might not be quite the same as those from the men's magazine."
	"Oh?"
	Dad gave my shoulder a playful punch. "Get your mind out of the
gutter. What I was hinting at was simply this: not everyone we hire will
know what the full intention of this camp ground will be, while, let's say,
those that apply through the men's magazine, well, they might know a bit
more about the camp ground."
	"I see. Glad you cleared that up."
	I followed Dad inside the house.  Closing the door behind me, I
said, "So, what is the difference going to be, Dad?"
	"Difference in what?" he asked. His face took on a puzzled look as
he spoke.
	"Between the interviews you mentioned."
	"The applicants coming to us through the newspaper are going to be
told we're building a place for men to come together where they can relax,
have a good time, just doing men things. Sort of a bonding, if you
will. We'll advertise that all groups are welcomed here, personal, as well
as business trips.
	"And the interviews coming from the ad placed in the men's
magazine?"
	Dad reached out and pulled me to him. Pressing his body hard into
mine, he whispered, "Those applicants are going to be told the same things,
with just a little variation."
	Feeling his body coming alive against me, I said, "I love
variations, Dad." I spoke the words softly into his ear.
	I felt his hands work slowly down my back. When they reached my
ass, he gave each cheek a squeeze, his fingers grasping each mound in a
tight grip.
	"I think you already know the answer to that question, Steve."
	My dad and I had been sharing each other's body for the past twenty
years, and yet, to this day, his touch never failed to make my heart race,
my legs grow weak, and my cock stretch through my bush and become instantly
hard, begging for release.
	"I understand completely," I groaned.
	Dad placed his lips against my mouth and I felt his tongue against
mine. We shared a kiss between us, a kiss so full of passion neither of us
could breathe. Finally I pulled away.
	"Fuck me, Dad," I begged. "I need to feel you inside me."
	I reached out and placed my hand on his crotch. "I need your cock,"
I groaned.
	At my touch, I felt his dick grow even harder.
	Dad reached to unsnap his jeans. "You want to go up stairs?"
	I shook my head. "Here," I whispered.
	"It's about time for Brandon to come home from school."
	"It wouldn't be the first time he saw us fucking."
	Dad's mind was made up. He popped the snap on his jeans and pulled
them down, along with his shorts. He quickly stepped out of them, and
suddenly my hot father was standing before me wearing only a shirt.
	Still dressed, I pulled him to me, hugging his half naked body
close. "God, I love you, Dad."
	"I love you too, Steve. Let's get you undressed, and I'll show you
how fucking much I do love you."
	Dad took care of my slacks while I fiddled with the buttons to my
shirt. Suddenly I was naked and standing before my handsome father. Dad had
turned sixty-one his last birthday, but he was still as hot as he was
twenty years ago. He had just enough gray in his chest hair to accent the
thick brown curls on his stomach. His bush was still full of thick brown
hair with no visible signs of gray just yet.
	Dad stared at my naked body, and I saw him gently lick his
lips. "You know, Steve, I find your body hair just as exciting today as I
did when you began growing it all those years back."
	I reached out and ran my fingers through the thick mat on his
chest. "I know exactly what you're saying, Dad. I was hot for your body
then, and I think I `m even more so now."
	I leaned over and took one of his hairy nipples between my lips and
began sucking. Each time I ran my tongue around the hairy brown circle, the
tit in the middle became harder. I slowly worked my way to the other one,
my tongue leaving a thick wet trail of matted hair next to his skin. By the
time the hair around that nipple was soaked with my saliva, Dad was shaking
with desire.
	"I need your ass," Steve; need to bury my cock inside that hairy
hole between your cheeks," he finished with a groan.
	Over the years we had learned to stash lube throughout the entire
house. Each room, I'm sure, contained at least two bottles of the stuff,
and in some rooms, even more. I quickly reached for a drawer in one of the
tables beside the couch and pulled out a bottle. I squeezed some out into
the palm of my hand and applied it heavily to dad's cock. I spread it on so
thick that the hard hairy root between his legs sparkled. A thick glob of
pre cum leaked out and landed on my fingers. I added it to his already
slick dick and then handed him the bottle.
	"Work this inside my ass," I ordered.
	I leaned over with my ass looking up at my father. I felt him pull
my cheeks a part, and I knew my hairy hole was winking at him. I clinched
my ass muscles tightly and then just as quickly, allowed them to relax.
	"Fuck yeah," Dad moaned.
	I heard the bottle hit the floor and immediately felt him push into
my slippery crack.
	"Don't tease me, Dad," I begged. "Just push that hairy monster
inside and pound me."
	I felt the thick head stretch my entrance, and before I could take
another breath, my father was buried all the way inside me, his thick pubes
rubbing roughly against my ass.
	I cried out, "God, yes, Dad! I love feeling your hairy bush against
my skin. Fuck me, please."
	And he did. Both of us standing on our feet, me bent over in front
of him, I felt the push he gave as he drove his cock up next to my
prostate. He knew exactly how to hit my button, and in no time at all, had
me ready to shoot a thick load of cum.
	"You're going to make me cum, Dad," I groaned.
	"Good, I love giving you pleasure."
	Saying those words, Dad used his hands on my ass to force his dick
to go deeper inside my wet tunnel. He changed the angle of his cock and
immediately pushed me over the edge. As the heavy wave of orgasm started
coursing its way through my body, I thought I was going to pass out. I felt
my body fall back against Dad.
	"Fuck!" I cried out.
	I felt my ass clamp around the thick hairy base of Dad's cock and
for a moment thought I was going to yank it from his body. I had no control
of my body as I felt it squeeze the blood from Dad's dick.
	Dad cried out, "Oh, my God!"
	I felt his dick explode inside my ass, and I groaned with pleasure
when I felt him coat those wet walls with his thick hot cum.
	Just before Dad filled me with his heavy load, I had shot my own
stuff, using my hand to catch it with. With Dad still buried inside my
cum-filled hole, I reached back and told him to lick my hand clean.
	Leaning over caused him to force his still hard cock back through
the cum he had just placed there. I shivered as he cleaned my fingers,
leaving no trace of my cum behind.
	"Love your cum, Steve," he said when there was nothing left for him
to clean up.
	Suddenly the kitchen door opened and a voice called out, "Anybody
home?"
	"Just us fuckers," Dad called out.
	Dennis walked into the living room and discovered Dad with his cock
still pushed up inside me.
	"Well, fuck," he said, giving us a grin.
	"No truer words could be said," I agreed and pushed back hard into
my father.
	"God, that's a hot sight to come home to," Dennis said. He reached
down and rubbed his crotch. "Made me hard instantly," he told us.
	Dad patted my ass and pulled his cock half way out of my
hole. "Steve's ass is very slippery, and I'm sure he would have no problem
with you slipping inside and take over where I left off."
	With a sudden look of desire in his eyes, Dennis asked, "Are you
game, Kid?"
	"Call me `Kid', and you can do anything with me you like," I
assured him.
	I felt a bit of suction as Dad pulled from my ass. It left me
feeling empty and shallow. However, I didn't have to feel that way for very
long. The time it took Dad to pull out and Dennis to take his place,
surprised even me. The wet matted curls around the base of one cock were
replaced by the thick scratchy dry ones belonging to my uncle.
	"God, your ass," Dennis groaned as he slid inside me. "Dave, I can
feel your cum all around my cock."
	I pushed hard into my uncle's body. "Fuck me," I begged.
	Just like my father had done, my uncle placed his hands on my ass
and forced his cock to go in as deep as possible. As he began to slowly
hump my ass, I felt his right hand leave my cheek and travel around to the
front of my body. He ran his fingers through my thick chest hair and then
allowed them to snake their way down to my crotch.
	"You are one hairy mother fucker," he praised me.
	"I seemed to have inherited hair genes from both you and Dad," I
said. My words came out sort of rough like due to the hard fucking he was
giving my cum-filled hole.
	Dennis began shoving his dick harder, and all three of us heard the
splashing of cum from deep inside my body.
	"Just listen to your cum, Dave," Dennis said to his brother in
law. "That's a hot sound. I'm going to add to it and soon," he warned.
	"Yeah, fuck me, Dennis. Add your cum to Dad's," I groaned.
	"Oh, yeah."
	Dennis gave my cock one last stroke, and running his fingers
through my wet bush, he placed both hands back on my ass and began fucking
me for all he was worth. He pumped my ass so hard I could feel some of
Dad's cum beginning to leak out and run down the back of my right leg.
	"I'm going to shoot," he warned.
	I felt his dick swell up inside my sticky wet ass, and suddenly
fresh hot cum added to Dad's earlier deposit.
	"Shit!" I cried out. "I love having both your cum inside me."
	"How about a third helping?" a voice asked.
	Looking up, I discovered my son standing in the door between the
kitchen and the living room. I had been so lost in the moment with Dennis
fucking me I hadn't heard Brandon come inside the house.
	With my uncle's dick still buried to the hilt, his balls pressed
tightly against my body, I gave my son a wide grin. "Hell, yeah, I'd take a
third helping. Especially from you, Brandon," I assured him.
	It didn't take long for my eighteen year old son to drop his school
clothes and stand naked before the three of us.
	"Move over, Uncle Dennis and make room for the stud."
	I felt the same feeling once again as Dennis removed himself from
me and my hole was filled with my son's thick hairy cock. I could feel his
feel his hairy nut sac rub just below my slippery hole. There was so much
cum already inside me that he had no problem sliding in and touching my
"spot" immediately. I could feel his dark brown bush rub hard into my
body. I loved the "kiss of his pubes" as I sometimes called it.
	"Shit, how much cum is inside you?" he asked. "You old farts must
have really dropped heavy loads for Dad."
	"Well, your father certainly didn't complain," his grandpa assured
him.
	"Hey, stud, are you going to talk or fuck?"
	Brandon grinned at his uncle. "What do you think?"
	Placing his hands on either side of my ass, my son began ramming me
like crazy. Each time he slid through the cum in my ass, I felt his hairy
nut sac once again kiss my flesh. I began pushing back, meeting each thrust
his dick made. It wasn't long until my ass had him ready to add still
another load inside its tunnel.
	"Fuck!" he suddenly cried out. "Going to fill you up, Dad," he
warned me.
	I felt his thick cock swell up even bigger, and when the first
splash of his hot juice entered me, I shivered and discovered my own dick
was shooting its second load of the day. My son had literally fucked the
cum out of me. What a great feeling that was.
	A few moments later I felt Brandon pull out of my ass, and once
again, I was left with the feeling of emptiness. Standing to my feet, I
turned around and hugged him to me.
	"Brandon, I love you so much," I said softly.
	"Love you, too, Dad."
	We were suddenly surrounded by Dad and Dennis. "Group hug," they
both said.
	If anyone else had suddenly appeared at our door, they would have
seen four grown men, naked, covered in cum, hugging and kissing each other,
completely oblivious of the outside world around them. We were the world,
and our world was complete.
	Or so we thought.


End Part 31

Mark Stevens