Date: Thu, 3 Jan 2013 20:33:30 -0800 (PST)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Shower 37

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New Shower 37



	The next day was Sunday, but it was anything but a "day of rest"
for any of us, including Dad. When I came down stairs followed by Brandon
and Taylor, we discovered he and Dennis had a big breakfast waiting for us.
	"What's all of this?" I greeted as I entered the kitchen.
	"Something guaranteed to give you enough energy to get you through
the day your father has planned for you," Dennis explained and gave the
three of us a big grin.
	"You uncle's right, so have a seat," Dad said. "We've got miles to
travel before the sun goes down."
	"Don't have to tell me twice," Taylor said taking a seat at the
table.
	As we attacked the food, Dad mapped out what his plans were for the
day. Listening to him talk, I realized he did indeed have a big goal he
wanted us to accomplish by the end of the day.
	I realized something else. Watching him as he talked, I couldn't
help but admire the way he looked. He had turned sixty-one his last
birthday, but today, sitting across the table from him, he looked a good
ten years younger than his age. As he discussed his plans of the day, I
could hear the excitement grow in his voice as he talked about the camp
ground and what his plans were in order to make it happen. From the very
beginning I had wondered if he really knew just how much work he was
getting himself into. Now, listening to him, I knew it was the best thing
that could have happened to him.
	Later, the meal finished, Dad stood to his feet. "Brandon, why
don't you and Taylor clean the kitchen up? That way, your dad, Dennis, and
I can start getting some things lined up outside."
	"We can do that, Grandpa," my son said.
	As we headed for the back door, Dennis called over his shoulder,
"Just don't get to messing around and forget to come outside."
	"You know we would never `mess around' as you put it."
	"Yeah, I'm sure."
	"You could always stay behind and see that we behave," Taylor said
joining in on the teasing."
	Dennis turned back and faced the boys. "Thanks, believe I will."
	"I believe not," Dad spoke up. "You're needed outside."
	Dennis turned back toward the door. "I think the boss has given an
order. I'll see you both outside."
	As we headed for the truck, Dad said, "The main reason I suggested
the younger two clean the kitchen up is this: Do you guys think Taylor is
comfortable enough with us now to join in on some play time?"
	My uncle voiced his opinion immediately.
	"I think he is; just from what I've seen watching him around
us. What you think, Steve?"
	"From the way he watch you guys fuck in the shower, I think I agree
with Dennis," I said.
	"Why don't you feel Brandon out first, Steve?" Dad asked. "You
might suggest he bring it up to Taylor. I think the boy would be more
comfortable with Brandon rather than one of us."
	I pondered Dad's suggestion in my head for a moment. Finally I
said, "Okay, I'll try and catch Brandon alone sometime today and see what
his thought is on it. I agree with Dad, in that I think Taylor would feel
better being approached by Brandon. At least for the first time," I added.
	"Then it's agreed?
	Dennis and I assured him, and we started our work day. By the time
Brandon and Taylor joined us, Dad had our individual assignments lined out
for us. The five of us worked hard, and before it seemed possible it was
afternoon.
	Dad caught Brandon and I together and suggested, "Why don't the two
of you head to the house and set out the makings for sandwiches? The rest
of us will be there in less than half an hour."
	I gave my father a smile, realizing he was giving me the change to
speak with Brandon.
	"We can do that," I assured him.
	On the way back to the house I asked my son, "So, tell me, you
think Taylor's comfortable living with and working for us?"
	Brandon gave me a grin. "Are you asking me if I think Taylor's okay
with us fucking around?"
	"Leave it to you to get right to the point."
	He shrugged and said, "That's me; I don't believe in wasting any
time."
	"So, tell me, Sherlock, what's your take on the Taylor subject?"
	"We haven't discussed our life style to any extent. After his first
experience watching you guys in the shower, he did tell me he envied us and
the life we live here on the farm."
	"Has he talked much about his home life, his family?"
	"Not much and I haven't asked. It's his business. I do know his
parents have just recently discovered that he's gay, and they are not happy
about it. His father has asked him to leave home and not come back until he
has his head screwed on straight."
	"I hate that for him," I replied.
	"He says I'm really lucky having you for my father."
	"I'm the lucky one, Brandon. I couldn't ask for a better son."
	My son turned the table on me and took charge of the conversation.
	"So, tell me, what's really on your mind here?" he asked.
	I gave him a grin. "Well, actually this is coming from your
Grandpa. He wants to know if you think Taylor is ready to play with us and"
	"Wants me to ask him, right?"
	I nodded. "You took the words right out of my mouth."
	"I can do that. I'll find time after lunch to ask him."
	"I hope he won't be offended."
	We had reached the house by this time. I went inside followed by my
son.
	"I'm pretty sure he won't be."
	"So, tell me, have the two of you been together since that first
evening?"
	"We haven't fucked yet, if that's what you're asking. The first
time we sucked each other off, and during the night I went to his room and
we jacked off together. Nothing more," he ended.
	"Fuck, you left my bed and I didn't even realize it?"
	"I fucked you so hard that when you went to sleep you were dead to
the world."
	"And to think I could have followed you to Taylor's room. I could
have shared in with the fun."
	"Taylor did find it hot when I told him I had fucked your ass
before going to sleep."
	"Okay, we need to change the subject here; otherwise, I'm going to
haul your ass upstairs and attack it. There won't be any food out when the
others get here."
	A wicked grin appeared on my son's face. "You can fuck me really
fast," he suggested.
	I nodded. "I could, but you know me; I hardly ever `fuck fast' as
you put it. I'm more into making love."
	"I'm sure they wouldn't mind waiting if they knew the reason why."
	I looked at the clock on the wall above the kitchen range. "Dad did
say he would give us half an hour, didn't he?"
	"He did."
	"This is crazy, but, strip!"
	Brandon was quick to follow my order. He headed into the living
room and quickly pulled a bottle of lube from one of the tables beside the
couch.
	"Here," he said. He handed me the bottle and quickly pulled his
shorts down to his ankles.
	Seeing his hot ass, now naked, in front of me, made my dick hard on
the spot; I unsnapped my jeans and jerked them down to my feet. Seconds
later I not only had Brandon's ass lubed heavily, but my dick coated as
well.
	Brandon leaned over the back of the couch and I wasted no time
letting my cock find his slippery opening. With a loud suction, his tight
ass swallowed me down to the base of my thick hairy root. I was buried
balls deep inside my son.
	"God, your ass feels good," I groaned.
	Brandon pushed back into my hairy front. "Then fuck me, Dad. I want
your load in my ass when the others come in to eat lunch."
	I began moving my dick back and forth, allowing the walls of my
son's ass grab at my cock. His ass always felt so tight when I fucked it,
and today was no exception. I began going deeper inside him, causing
Brandon to moan each time I pressed against his prostate.
	"Fuck me hard, Dad," Brandon cried. "I know you like to fuck me
hard and long, but I really want to have your cum inside me when the others
come inside to eat."
	"You're going to make me cum," I warned.
	"That's what I'm trying to do. Get with it," he ordered.
	As we fucked, my hands were on his cheeks. Now, with my dick
plowing through the middle of his hairy core, I pulled his cheeks a part,
allowing myself to go even deeper inside him.
	"Shit," he cried out. "You're going to make me cum."
	"Fuck, me, too, Brandon."
	Just as I shot the first of my load inside Brandon's ass, I saw him
grab his cock with his hand. I felt his ass ring tighten around my dick,
and I knew he was cumming too. While I was filling his hole with my Dad
juice, my son's cock was shooting into his hand.
	I plunged one last time into my Brandon's cum-filled hole. My hot
spunk surrounded my dick, and I could feel some of it leak out, falling
into the matted hair around the base of my root.
	Brandon forced his ass to clinch my dick one last time and then
straightened up. His movement caused my dick to slide out of him followed
by more of my
 cum.
	"I would love to continue this," he said, "but even as sexy as
Grandpa is, something tells me he would not be happy if the food wasn't
out."
	I leaned over and kissed Brandon on the neck. "I think you are
right, so, pull those shorts up and get your cum-filled ass out to the
kitchen. I'm right behind you."
	"Judging how wet and slippery my ass feels at the moment, no truer
words could be spoken. About you being `right behind me' I mean."
	I hurriedly pulled my jeans back up. "Get busy, smart ass," I said
giving him a grin.
	"Keep thinking about all of the cum you put inside me as we eat
lunch."
	Yes, my son was indeed a smart ass. And I wouldn't have it any
other way.



End 37

Mark Stevens