Date: Mon, 4 Feb 2013 18:22:03 -0800 (PST)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Shower 42

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New Shower 42



Dennis



	I had just crawled naked between the sheets when a knock sounded on
my bedroom door.
	I called out, "Come in."
	The door opened, and Brandon stepped inside the room.
	I asked, "What's up, Guy?"
	Brandon closed the door and walked over to the side of my bed.
	"You mind if I join you tonight?"
	I gave the bed a pat with my hand. "Of course I don't mind. You
know you're always welcomed in my bed, Brandon."
	I watched as my nephew's son slowly pulled his shirt up over his
head. Next he pulled his shorts off. When he joined me between the sheets,
I was surprised to see he still had his under shorts on.
	"What's the problem, Brandon? I know you're not shy about being
naked in front of me. Not after everything we've shared and done with each
other. What gives?"
	He pulled the sheet up to his chin. "Nothing much," he answered. "I
just didn't feel like spending tonight by myself." He closed his eyes.
	For a moment I remained silent as I lay by his side. I studied him
closely as we lay there in bed. Something seemed to be bothering him.
	"Brandon, look at me."
	He opened his eyes and turned to face me.
	"What's on your mind?"
	"I told you, I just didn't want to sleep alone tonight."
	"What else?"
	"You're about to piss me off. Don't try and make something out of
nothing."
	"Hell, you're the one who came to my bed," I reminded.
	The bed moved as he sat up. "I can find some place else to sleep."
He threw the cover back and swung his feet over the side of the bed.
	"Wait, Brandon; don't go."
	When he didn't move I said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to act like
an ass. "Don't go," I added.
	The bed moved once more as he lay down beside me.
	"Brandon, are you upset that Taylor is spending the night with your
dad and grandpa?"
	He let out a sigh. "I don't know."
	"Does it bother you that it's your dad and not you that's sleeping
with Taylor tonight?"
	"I wish to hell I knew, Dennis."
	The look on my nephew's face nearly broke my heart. He was
miserable, and I hated the fact he was so unhappy. I searched in my mind
for words that would help him feel better.
	"So tell me, what bothers you the most: the fact that you dad or
that Taylor is with someone else?"
	He shrugged his shoulders and didn't give me an answer. He just lay
there, showing me how bad he felt.
	I sat up with my back against the headboard. Looking down at him, I
said, "Brandon, you know how much your dad loves you. I know you do. He
loves you with all of his heart."
	"I know that."
	"I also know how much you love him."
	"I do."
	"Ever since you've been old enough to play with us, you haven't
minded that the four of us did things together have you?"
	"I've never given it any thought. It's just always been this way
for us."
	"That's true, it has. Wouldn't you agree that the four of us love
each other very much?"
	"Yes."
	"Has it ever bothered you when your grandpa or I play with your
dad?"
	"Like I said, it's always been this way, and I've never thought
about it being any other way."
	"Do you love Taylor?"
	My words surprised him.
	"That hadn't entered my mind."
	"Of course it hasn't. Hell, you've only known him a short
time. Brandon, you need to realize something about Taylor. Think about
this: look how long you've been enjoying sex with your dad, grandpa and
me. You've had time to adjust to certain things, like feelings guys can
share with each other for instance. For Taylor, it's a new beginning. The
men in this family have been the first to show him any kind of respect for
who he is. It's a new ball game for him, one he needs to be able to play."
	I gave Brandon a gentle smile. "Am I making sense?"
	"I agree with everything you've said."
	"Do I hear a `but' here?"
	When he didn't respond, I went on. "Yeah, I'll grant you, something
may eventually happen between you and Taylor. But if it does there will be
plenty of time to see where it leads."
	"That's true."
	"So, perhaps your dad's the cause of your misery, you think?"
	"I know it sounds crazy, but I really don't know why I'm feeling so
low. When Dad and I spent the night with Taylor, it didn't bother me."
	"I had the impression the three of you had a great time."
	The smallest hint of a smile formed on his lips. "We had a great
time."
	"Don't you realize that nothing will ever replace you in your
father's eyes? He loves you that much. Same as with your grandpa; he will
always love your dad in the same way."
	An actual smile appeared, and Brandon said, "That is true."
	"And you also know how much I love both my nephews," I added. "I
couldn't love the two of you any more if you were my own sons."
	"I love you, too, Dennis."
	Sensing his mood was getting better, I made a decision. It was a
difficult one to make, but I knew it was the right one. I would love to
fuck Brandon's hairy ass, but I knew it was a time for him to be cuddled
and held tightly.
	"Turn the light out and let me hold you, Brandon."
	He reached for the lamp and suddenly the room was filled with
darkness. Brandon slid across the bed until his back was rubbing against my
stomach. I wrapped my arms around him.
	"I love you, Brandon."
	"Love you, too, Dennis. `Night."
	I kissed the back of his neck. "You're going to be all right," I
whispered.
	"Thanks for listening."
	"I'm always here for you."
	Brandon fell asleep immediately, his body relaxing against
mine. Sleep was a long time coming to me. Feeling my nephew's warm body
touching mine, I had to will my cock to remain soft, not to grow. It was
not an easy thing to do, but I finally managed to drift off, and my body
relaxed as well.
	Coming out of a deep sleep, I was suddenly awake. I had been
dreaming, and without any warning, I heard the words "Are you going to fuck
me?"
	The voice sounded so real, so close, that I was alert
immediately. I lay there trying to decide if someone had actually spoken
them or if I had been dreaming.
	"I said are you going to fuck me?"
	This time I heard them for sure.
	"Are you awake, Brandon?"
	He pressed his body into mine. Sometime during the night he had
removed his under shorts. My dick was wedged inside his crack, and it was
definitely hard now.
	"You've been teasing me with that thing most of the night," he
said. "You might as well fuck me with it."
	"When did you remove your shorts?"
	"I don't remember. I just know that when I woke up they were off
and you were wedged inside my crack."
	I pushed hard into his body, and with my hands, pulled him as close
as was humanly possible. My hands on his stomach, my fingers slowly
traveled downward. I paused when I came to the edge of his hairy
crotch. The touch of his hair excited me even more. I continued snaking my
way through the thick brown curls until I reached the hard shaft protruding
through the dense forest. I wrapped my fingers around his thickness.
	"You're so hard," I whispered.
	"I should be. You started rubbing my crack the minute you went to
sleep."
	"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you."
	"Did I say I minded? Does my dick act like its unhappy?"
	"My intention was for you to get some rest," I reminded him.
	"Well, I'm rested, and now I'm ready to be fucked. I feel you're up
to it." He reached behind him and grasped my dick. "Yeah, you're definitely
up," he teased.
	Brandon reached for the bottle of lube on the bedside table. "Here,
grease me up," he ordered.
	I took the bottle and squeezed a thick glob out into my
hand. Putting a little space between us, I spread his cheeks a part with
one hand and began working the gel in with the other. As I played with his
hole, I could feel the thick growth of hair that circled around it teasing
my finger.
	"You have one hairy ass," I remarked.
	"Should I shave it?"
	"Hell no, don't shave! You know how excited I get when it comes to
hair."
	"All the men in this house love hair," he reminded.
	"That's right, we do."
	I continued working the slippery stuff up inside him, enjoying the
feel of his warm tight ass as it gently sucked on my fingers. I could feel
the hair we had been discussing mat down against his skin.
	Finished with his ass, I coated my dick heavily with the same
gel. I gave the bottle a toss and asked, "You ready to be fucked?"
	"Give it to me."
	I brushed against his slick entrance and rested for a moment, hot
flesh to hot flesh. Then I shoved inside him and slid slowly until the
thick black hair around my dick was pressed tightly against his cheeks. My
hairy nut sac was in the valley at the base of those cheeks.
	"God, I love your dick," he groaned.
	"Your ass is really tight tonight, Brandon. Feels so fucking good,"
I said softly.
	I began to slowly work in and out of his slippery tunnel, and each
time I pushed inside I heard him moan. By the time I had reached his
prostate and touched it a few times, he was begging me to cum inside him.
	"I'm not ready to cum just yet. I'm going to fuck you like crazy,
Brandon."
	I remained in gentle mode for a few minutes, just enjoying the feel
of his ass kissing my cock. Then I pulled out.
	"What the hell?"
	"Roll over," I said.
	He did, and I crawled between his legs. "I love fucking you from
this position."
	He spread his legs even wider, inviting me to come inside him. I
got on my knees, and raising his legs, pulled him closer to me. My slippery
wet dick found his hole and went in with no trouble at all. I was planted
as deeply as before. I could feel his round full balls rubbing the outer
edge of my bush.
	"I love feeling your pubes when you fuck me," he groaned.
	"I love rubbing them into your skin," I said. I could hear the
desire in my voice.
	After a few slow but deep thrusts, I couldn't control myself any
longer. I had to have his ass, and I needed to pound it hard. I pulled him
closer to me and drilled his ass with everything I had in me. I fucked him
so hard the headboard of the bed hit the wall making a loud noise. I was
sure the three in the other room heard it, but I didn't care. All that was
on my mind at the moment was pounding this tight ass and filling it with my
man cream.
	The harder I pounded the louder we both groaned. Brandon was such a
good fuck, and I never grew tired of forcing my dick inside him.
	"Fuck, Brandon, I'm almost there," I cried out.
	"Yeah, give me your thick load, Dennis. Fill my ass with your
spunk."
	I kept on pounding him, driving my dick deeper with every
plunge. Finally I was there.
	"I'm going to shoot," I warned. "Here it comes."
	My dick swelled up, and I felt the first shot go out and cover the
insides of his wet ass.
	"God, yes!" Brandon screamed out the words.
	After I had finished erupting inside him, Brandon lay with his legs
back down on the bed. I was between them, still buried inside his
cum-filled hole. I lay with my chest on his stomach. It was dark and I
couldn't see his face; yet I went searching for it, and when I felt his
mouth, I placed my lips on his. We shared a nice gentle kiss.
	"I love you, Brandon," I said breaking away.
	"I really love you, Dennis. So fucking much," he added softly.
	I lay with my body resting on top his. Still buried inside him, I
felt my dick beginning to soften.
	"You're so hard," I whispered. "Is there some place you'd like to
put it?"
	"Where would you like it?"
	"No, question is, what would you like to do with it?"
	"I don't know if I want to fuck you or have you suck me."
	"I'll do which ever you want," I assured him.
	"I think I'd like for you to suck my cock," he said after a moment
of thinking.
	My dick slipped out of his hole with a loud slurping sound. Some of
my cum came with it creating a wet spot on the sheet.
	Still between his legs, I scooted down until my nose was resting in
the middle of his thick bush. I took a deep breath. I loved the way he
smelled down there. It was such a man smell, and the fragrance filled me
with desire for his cock, his cum.
	"You smell so fucking good down there," I moaned.
	I wrapped my fingers around his hard shaft, feeling the hair that
spread about half way up it. I also loved the way his hair grew around it,
almost like a thick vine that climbs around a pipe on the outside of a
building.
	I licked around the thick mushroom head and when I took it inside
my mouth, I felt Brandon's body shudder. I slowly worked down his hairy
shaft until my nose was once again buried in the middle of those thick
brown curls. I took another deep breath before giving his dick a workout
with my lips, my mouth.
	I worked my mouth up and down his hard thick cock, tasting the pre
cum it was leaking as it ran across my tongue.
	Suddenly I felt his hands on the back of my head.
	"Love fucking your mouth," he groaned.
	Using his hands to hold my head in place, Brandon began fucking my
mouth like crazy. His bush slammed into my face, his balls ground into my
chin, tickling my skin with the fur that covered them. The faster he fucked
my mouth, the harder he breathed. Suddenly he cried out.
	"I'm cumming!"
	I felt the first splash of his thick juice hit the back of my
throat. I quickly swallowed it, along with each wave that followed. When I
had sucked him dry, I left his cock inside me and my nosed rested once more
in his thick bush.
	A few minutes later when I still hadn't moved, Brandon said, "You
do love nosing around down there, don't you?"
	Letting go of his cock, I said, "You know exactly what I think of
your body hair, Brandon. If you ever want to get rid of me, all you have to
do is shave it."
	Brandon pulled me up to him until my face was above his. "That's
never going to happen," he said and gave me a kiss.
	"Taste your cum?" I asked when we broke a part.
	"I do. Tastes yummy," he added giving me a grin.
	We lay, me on top of him for a time enjoying each other's
touch. Finally I rolled over and lay beside him.
	"We do have a good life here, Brandon. Do you realize just how good
we do have it?"
	"Yeah, I do. It's the greatest," he said.
	"There's no room for jealousy, you know."
	"Yeah, I know that."
	"So, are you going to be okay with what's most likely going on in
the other room tonight?"
	"Thanks to you, I am," he answered.
	"Just remember, your father loves you with all his heart."
	"I know that, Dennis. There was just a moment when I was afraid I
might lose his affection. I know he will always love me; that wasn't what I
was afraid of losing."
	"Well, he is always going to have these `other' feelings for
you. The same way he feels toward his own father as well. It's complicated,
I will admit, but all the same, I hope you can understand where they come
from."
	"I do understand. Like I said, Dennis, I just had a moment of
uncertainty. I came to you, and you helped me through them."
	"So, everything's cool now?"
	"Everything but my body," he said. "For some reason it has really
heated up."
	"Well, you should try and cool off so we can get some sleep. We
have a big day tomorrow outside. Remember how hard your grandpa expects us
to work."
	He rolled on his side and pushed against me. "I'm ready for sleep
now," he said.
	I rolled over and pressed my hairy front against the fur starting
to grow on his back.
	"Me, too," I said softly. `Night, Brandon."
	"Good night, Dennis. Thanks again for everything."
	"Hey, that's what I'm here for."



End 42


Mark Stevens