Date: Fri, 22 Feb 2013 20:07:30 -0800 (PST)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Shower 44

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New Shower 44



April the following year


Steve

	I sat in my truck and looked around the new campground. During the
past year the five of us, Dad, Dennis, Brandon, Taylor, and I, along with
the help of two or three outsiders, had managed to bring my father's
project into existence. Twelve cabins holding up to four people each had
been completed, along with one shower house and one bunk house that could
house up to ten adults easily. Also two hot tubs had been installed under a
covered deck. At the far end of the grounds were twelve full hook ups for
RV's.  The campground had its own road leading in from the main road. The
entire park, as we referred to it, had a ten foot privacy fence that went
clear around, starting at one side of the gate and circling all the way
around until it joined the other side. Just inside the gate and to the
right was a small office where our guests would check in.
	Dad pulled up beside me in his truck.
	"Looks good, doesn't it?" he called out the window.
	"It does," I agreed.
	"You fellows have worked your ass off. It could never have happened
had you not been as dedicated to the project. All of you," he added.
	I could hear the pride in his voice.
	"You think we're going to make it by Memorial Day?"
	He gave me a nod. "We better. I've already placed an ad in three
different locations."
	"I am assuming these locations pertain mostly to the male
population?"
	"You would be assuming correctly," he assured me with a grin. "I'm
hoping to hear soon."
	Dad had ordered a business telephone line installed in the house,
as well as in the office. He hoped to have a convenience store of sorts
completed by fall. He wanted to provide our guests with food and other
supplies so they wouldn't have to return to town.
	"Once they arrive, I want them to be satisfied enough to remain in
the campground," he had told me at the beginning when his vision of the
campground was still very new.
	Dad got out of his truck and walked over to stand beside mine.
	"You know, Steve, I'm glad we didn't get in a hurry to build the
store. I've been thinking we should build it right next to the office
here. In fact, the two need to be joined together. What you think?"
	I thought about what he had just said. "I think that's perfect," I
agreed. "That way, the person working the store could work the office as
well, if needed," I added.
	"My thoughts exactly," he said. "Damn, where did I find you?"
	"Remember me? I shot out of your cock thirty-eight years ago," I
teased.
	"Has it been that long? God, where has the time gone?"
	"In case you've forgotten, your grandson is nineteen now," I
reminded.
	Dad suddenly became serious.
	"Speaking of that young man; tell me, do you think he and Taylor
are getting serious?"
	I thought of the hot young man that had joined our household almost
a year ago. Even though he had only been with us that short a time, I had
loved him like a son almost from the first time we met.
	"I really can't say, Dad. I've tried to stay out of that part of
their lives. I know they spend a lot of time together."
	"How do you feel about that?"
	I was thoughtful for a minute. "I'm okay with it," I finally
said. "I know that whether it's Taylor or somebody else Brandon falls for,
he will always love me in the same way that I love you. How did you feel
when I was married to Debbie?"
	"Well, I had your mother back then," he pointed out. "And, I had
you as well," he added. "I realized even then that no matter who was in
your life, I would always have you; that you would always love me as much
as I love you."
	"That's how I feel where Brandon's concerned. Even if he were to
move away, I know he would always love me in the same way he does now. And
too, I know that I have you and Dennis in my life as well. That means
everything to me."
	Dad leaned inside the cab and gave me a kiss.
	"I couldn't have asked for a better son," he said softly. "Or more
loving," he added.
	I returned his kiss.
 	"You know how I feel. Now, let's hear more about this idea of yours
for the store."
	Six months ago my father had given Brandon his own truck. Although
not new by any means, my son treasured it like it was a model of the latest
year. He drove through the gate in his truck now, Taylor by his side. He
pulled up on the other side of his grandpa's truck and jumped out.
	"I've got some news," he called excitedly.
	"Don't tell me you and Taylor are going to tie the knot," his
grandfather greeted him.
	"Grandpa!"
	I could feel my son's embarrassment.
	"What's your news, Brandon?" I asked.
	"We were in the house when the campground phone line rang. It was a
man requesting a reservation for Memorial Day weekend."
	"For him and another man," Taylor added.
	I gave Dad a smile. "I guess your advertising is paying off
already."
	"It had better pay off. Those ads weren't cheap."
	"Did you think to ask how our guest found out about us?" I asked my
son.
	"Shit, I didn't think about that."
	"Its okay, Brandon," Dad told him. "If you take another call like
that, you might ask that question. That way, we can tell which one might be
better and which, if any, we might not renew."
	"Okay, Grandpa."
	"Dennis says lunch is ready," Taylor suddenly remembered.
	"Good, I'm starved," I declared.
	"Let's head in," Dad told us. "I've got a few things I want to
discuss with you guys. Might as well do it over our meal," he added.
	Brandon looked at me, and his face seemed to be asking if I knew
anything. I shrugged my shoulders. I had not a clue what my father was
referring to.
	Dad left his truck where he had parked it and rode to the house
with me. He was quiet, and I didn't ask what he was going to discuss.
	The four of us trouped inside the kitchen. The weather was still a
little cool outside. Dennis had made some delicious smelling soup with
grilled cheese sandwiches to go with it.
	"Smells good in here," I greeted my uncle.
	"You guys get washed up. Soup's on; literally," he added with a
grin.
	Later over our meal, Dad said, "Guys, I've had some things going
around in my mind, and I'd like to share them with you. These are some
things that we really haven't discussed much, but I think are very
important."
	The rest of us ate in silence, waiting for him to continue.
	"I feel that our campground, same as any other business, needs some
guidelines, if you will, for us to follow. I realize that, rather than
employees, the five of us will be joint owners. True, Brandon and Taylor
have no capital as of yet, invested here; still, they have invested a lot
of hard ass busting time, and that's the same thing, as far as I'm
concerned. However, I have thought about some ideas for good business
practices, and I'm going to lay them on you guys. I want you to tell me
what you think.
	"Obviously our guests will be enjoying some free inhibited sex,
provided by the privacy of our campground; the cabins, bunkhouse. I'm not
going to tell the rest of you how you should treat our guests, but I am
going to ask you not to have sex with them. For several reasons; one: it's
not good business practice. Two: For health reasons. We know the five of us
are healthy. It's perfectly safe for us to have the unprotected sex that we
do."
	He looked around the table. "It's awfully quiet. Are you guys still
with me?"
	My uncle was the first to speak.
	"I agree with you, Dave. One hundred per cent," he added. "As for
our guests, it would always be a good practice to separate ourselves in
that way. Leads to less drama," he said.
	"How do the rest of you feel about this?" Dad asked.
	Brandon and Taylor didn't make any comment.
	Being a little closer to them in age, I said, "I have to agree with
what you both have said. However, if, after a hard day we feel like soaking
in one of the hot tubs, I think that would be all right."
	"Oh, I agree completely," Dennis said. "Is this going to be a
clothing optional hot tub?"
	Dad shook his head. "I don't think so. From what I've learned about
hot tubs, swim suits, shorts, whatever, tend to play hell with the
chemicals in the water."
	I continued with my train of thought. "Then I'm all for us hitting
the hot tub. Besides, I'm sure all of us would appreciate the view we see."
	"I don't want sex going on in the tubs either," Dad said. "Oh, I
don't mind if one guy gives another guy a blow job. I just don't want cum
to get in the water."
	"Fuck, you're no fun!" Dennis retorted.
	"I don't mean to be a stick in the mud. I'm just trying to make
things not be so much work for us," Dad pointed out.
	"I think we realize that," I agreed. I looked at the younger
two. "You two still haven't made any comment. What are your thoughts?"
	Taylor was the first to speak.
	"As for the sex, I am more than content to keep it between the five
of us. Hell, that's enough of a variety for me. What about you, Brandon?"
	My son took a drink from his tea glass.
	"To be honest, I hadn't really given it any thought. About the sex,
I mean. I feel the way Taylor does, I think. You four keep me more than
happy. I hadn't even thought about having sex with the guests."
	"Which is good," his grandfather said. "I still say it's bad
business practice to do so. After all, we don't want to do anything to piss
our guests off.  We hope they keep coming back. Right?"
	"Right," we all chimed in.
	Looking at my father, Dennis asked, "Anything else, Bro?"
	"My main concern for now was coming to an understanding with the
five of us. As for rules for the guests, I want us to have a meeting in
another week or so and do some brain storming. In the mean time, just be
thinking about what you would like to see put into motion. Each one of you
has an important input," he reminded. "Now, let's finish our meal."

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	After the meal was finished, I stayed behind to help my uncle
return the kitchen to order.
	"I can handle this, Steve," Dennis told me. "Aren't you going to
fix chicken enchiladas for dinner? You might want to work on that. I can
clean this mess up, what there is."
	I sat about putting my evening meal together, enjoying the time
with him.
	"So, Kid, it's been a while since we've really talked. How are
things going for you?"
	"Are you referring to work? Or home," I added. I began layering my
casserole in a big glass baking dish.
	"Both, I guess."
	"Work is good," I answered. "I am glad it's the weekend. I enjoy my
time here; working with the rest of you."
	"How long you been with the post office?"
	I thought for a moment. Finally I said, "Be eighteen years come
summer."
	"Shit, you've a ways to go before retirement, aren't you?"
	"Afraid so; at least another seventeen to go," I remarked. "Fuck,
that's almost as long as I've already worked."
	"Let me tell you something, Kid; it'll pass before you realize it."
	I gave my uncle a tender smile. "How long are you going to keep
calling me `Kid'?"
	"Until I breathe my last breath," he answered.
	"Just promise me you'll keep on then. I'm not ready to lose you."
	"I'm not going anywhere; I promise."
	I suddenly thought of my mother, something I hadn't done in a very
long time. I'm sure she had thought the same thing. So had my Aunt Linda,
as well. However, one shopping trip, nothing out of the ordinary for the
two of them, had ended their lives abruptly.
	"Why so quiet, Kid?"
	I shrugged my shoulders and didn't give him a reply.
	"You can tell me."
	"I was thinking about Mom. And Aunt Linda," I added.
	"I do miss those two. So fucking much," he said softly. Then,
realizing where my thoughts had ended up, he said, "but all the same,
you're stuck with me, Kid. I am not going anywhere; not for a long time."
	I finished putting my evening meal, which included a fresh salad,
together and put everything in the refrigerator. When our work outside was
finished, I would throw the meal in the oven to bake.
	"All finished?" Dennis asked.
	"I am. Guess it's time to head outside," I said.
	Dennis pulled me to him.
	"Not just yet," he said. "Kid, you've got to believe me; I'm going
to be here for you long as you need me."
	"I will always need you, Dennis."
	"And I you," he assured me.
	His lips found mine, and he planted a gentle kiss on my
mouth. Breaking away, he said, "I think those guys outside can do without
us for a spell. You agree?"
	I wrapped my arms around him, pulling his body close to mine.
	"Definitely."
	"You want to go up stairs?"
	"Don't care; just make love to me, Dennis."
	My uncle pulled me into the living room. As we stood in front of
the couch, he reached for the snap on my jeans. Popping them open, he
slowly ran the zipper down.
	"Fuck, you're already hard," he said.
	"I can't help it. You're so damned hot," I whispered.
	"I love you, Kid. So fucking much," he whispered softly.
	"I love you, Dennis. Always have; always will."
	I ran my fingers down the front of his short. When I reached his
crotch, I could feel his thick dick swelling up beneath his blue jeans.
	"Somebody else is getting hard," I groaned.
	"You're hot, and I just can't help it," he moaned.
	"Then fuck me," I begged.
	"You want my cock?"
	"Hell yeah, give it to me hard. Fill my hole with your load," I
said still begging.
	"Yeah, I'm going to fill you with my cream; then you're going to
work the rest of the afternoon with my load up you. I want to picture my
cum leaking from your ass as you work outside."
	Dennis pulled my jeans down with his hands, and at the same time,
roughly took my shorts with them. Suddenly I was standing naked from the
waste down in front of my uncle.
	"Goddamn, you are one hung stud, Kid," he praised as he eyed my
hairy crotch. "So fucking much hair," he added as he licked his lips.
	I turned with my back to him. Leaning over, I pulled my ass cheeks
a part with my hands. "Just look at the thick hair around that hole," I
invited.
	"God, yes," he moaned. "It's so hot shoving my cock through all
that fur."
	"Then do it; plow my hairy ass with that stiff rod between your
legs."
	Dennis pulled a drawer out from one of the end tables beside the
couch. We always kept a bottle of lube there, and he pulled it out now. He
worked a thick glob up my hole and then applied a heavy coat to his dick.
	I felt his greased head press against my slippery opening, and I
leaned back, forcing him inside me. He pushed toward me, and was suddenly
buried balls deep inside me.
	"Fuck, Dennis, I always like the feel of your bush grinding into
me. So Goddamned hot," I moaned.
	My uncle began slamming my ass from the second he entered me. I
could feel his heavy furry nut sac slap the underneath side of my butt. I
loved the fur that covered his body. There was black hair on almost ever
inch of his him.
	A short time later he said, "Sorry, Kid, but I'm going to cum."
	"Don't be sorry, just do it. Fill my ass with your hot load."
	His cock swelled up inside me, and I felt the first wave of the hot
liquid cover my ass walls. When he had finished shooting, he leaned over
and hugged me to him, his hairy chest pressed into my back.
	"Sorry, Kid; about finishing so quickly. I just wanted you so
much," he added.
	"Do you hear me complaining?"
	"I promise, I'll make it up to you later this evening. This was
hot, raw sex. Tonight, I'll make slow, sweet love to you."
	"Like I said, you're not getting any complaint from me."
	He suddenly pulled out of me.
	"Turn around," he ordered. "You seem to have a problem between your
legs, and, while I would love to have that monster inside me, I'll have to
settle on having it in my mouth this time."
	Dennis dropped to his knees and pulled me to his face. His lips
wrapped themselves around my dripping dick, and he slowly pulled me inside
him, until I felt his nose buried in the middle of my brown cock hair. I
heard him take a deep breath.
	"Like what you smell?"
	He pulled my cock form his mouth. "Hell, yes, I like how you
smell."
	He swallowed me again, buried once more to my thick hairy root.
	"You want me to fuck that wet mouth?" I asked.
	He muttered something I couldn't understand; however, I took that
as a `yes'. I placed my hands on his head and began slamming my hairy
crotch into his face. My balls full and wanting to unload, slammed his chin
as I enjoyed a good mouth fucking.
	My uncle had struck my prostate several times while fucking my ass,
and it didn't take long to feel the cum boiling in my nuts.
	"I'm going to shoot," I warned.
	My uncle put his hands on my butt and pushed me harder into me,
indicating he was ready for my load, and I gave it to him. I hit the back
of his throat a good five or six times before I stopped filling his mouth
with my load.
	"God, you are good," I moaned.
	He pulled off my cock and said, "I try to please."
	"And you do a damned good job," I assured him.
	He stood up, and we pulled our jeans up.
	"We'd better get outside before Dad comes looking for us," I said.
	As we headed through the kitchen, the new telephone on the kitchen
counter rang.
	I answered it and was excited to hear that it was someone wanting
to make a reservation. I took his information down, and before hanging up,
I asked how he had found out about our campground. He told me, and I wrote
it down beside his reservation.
	"Two more," I told Dennis.
	"That will make your father happy"
	"Things are looking up," I agreed. "Let's go tell him."


End Part 44

Mark Stevens