Date: Mon, 25 Feb 2013 17:12:11 -0800 (PST)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Shower 45

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New Shower 45


Steve


	I came down to breakfast Thursday morning and found Dad and Dennis
already at the table, each with a cup of coffee before them. I poured a cup
for myself and joined them.
	"You two must be eager to get your day started," I greeted.
	"There are still a lot of loose ends to tie up before tomorrow,"
Dad answered.
	"I keep telling him there's nothing to worry about, but you know
how he is."
	I gave my father a smile.
	"Yeah, I know exactly how he is."
	"I still wish we had built the store first," Dad declared.
	"I think, all things considering, you've done a hell of a job,
Dave," my uncle pointed out. "After all, you're going to have bread, milk,
beer, and pop in the office. Along with some of the more important
staples," he added.
	"I think since you've hard some extra help, we should have the real
store up and running by July 4th," I said. "Aren't you planning on pouring
the concrete next week?"
	Dad nodded. "The forms are supposed to be laid on Tuesday. The
water line and plumbing the next two days; hopefully by Friday we'll be
ready to pour the slab."
	"How long do we have to wait before we can actually start the frame
work?" Dennis asked.
	"According to my concrete man," Dad said, "the temperature has to
be above freezing. Preferably fifty degrees or higher," he added.
	"It's definitely passed that point," I replied.
	"Yes, it is. Normally if it's around the fifty degree mark, you're
supposed to wait after it's poured between thirty and sixty days. However,
with the weather we've been having, we'll most likely have to wait about a
week or little over before starting with the framing."
	I calculated the number of days between now and the 4th of July. "I
think we can still make it by the 4th."
	"It'll take some hard work," Dad declared.
	Dennis agreed. "True; still, I think it's something the five of us,
along with the men you've hired, can make happen."
	Dad drained his coffee cup and stood to his feet. "We're not going
to get anything done this way. I'm going to start breakfast."
	Dennis, who was sitting to the right of me, placed a hand on my arm
and said, "Hell of a way to spend your vacation, huh?"
	"It may sound crazy, but I'm actually having a good time."
	I had taken two weeks off from work. Each day I worked in the
campground, I found myself becoming a little more envious of Dad and
Dennis. Not that I wanted my life to pass any quicker than it was, but I
found myself wishing quite often that I was retired like the two of them.
	"While we're on the topic of the store, you two need to help me
remember the beer delivery is coming sometime today, as well as the pop and
other groceries."
	"If the two of you have plans, I can be here for the delivery," I
volunteered.
	"That would be good, Steve," Dad said as he placed bacon in the
skillet to cook. "I have to run to town for some supplies we need to finish
that shelving in the bunkhouse."
	"Do you have anything planned for Brandon and Taylor?" I asked.
	"Oh, they're in my charge," Dennis said. "I plan on working their
ass into the ground."
	"You do realize there's actually work to do?" I gave my uncle a
shitty grin. "Not time for hot sex; even though I will admit that you are
very good at that."
	Dennis pretended to pout. "Damn, you ruin all of my fun," he
complained.
	I went to the refrigerator and pulled out some eggs. I gave them to
Dad and said, "I'll start working on toast."
	"Do I need to get the younger two up?" Dennis wanted to know.
	"Please, be my guest," I told him. "It's time those two were down
here."
	After my uncle had disappeared up the stairs, Dad said, "I really
appreciate your help, Steve."
	"Oh, I think you could manage breakfast without me."
	"I'm not talking about helping here in the house. It's the
campground I'm referring to. You helped to make it happen, and I really
appreciate it."
	"We've all helped," I pointed out.
	"That's right; still, it's not easy to hold down a full time job
and do what you've been doing. Using your vacation the way you have," he
added. "I just wanted you to know how I feel about it."
	I pushed the toast down in the toaster and joined Dad in front of
the stove. I pulled him to me and kissed him on the mouth. Stepping back, I
said, "Don't you know I would be willing to do anything you asked?"
	My father followed my kiss with one of his own. "I know that,
Son. I hope you realize I would do the same for you."
	The toast popped up.
	"I know, Dad."
	I walked over and pulled the bread from the toaster. I put four
more slices in and had finished buttering the last piece when Dennis
returned to the kitchen with Brandon and Taylor on his heels.
	"Damn, it's like raising the dead to get these two up," he
complained.
	"Depends on what kind of `up' you referring to," Brandon teased his
uncle.
	"Well, obviously this morning was the wrong kind."
	"Food's ready," Dad called out. "Let's eat."
	Over the meal we talked about our day, and Dad reminded the younger
two what the order of business was for the day.
	"No fair. Why should Dad be the one to hang around here until that
delivery's made?" Brandon asked. He gave me a grin and added, "Don't try
and get it on with the delivery guy."
	"In your dreams," I grinned back.
	"The cooling cases have been going for a couple of days," Dad
said. "They should be ready for the pop and beer and milk. Oh, and Steve, I
almost forgot; the ice delivery is coming sometime today as well."
	"Wow, two chances to have hot sex," Taylor retorted.
	"Again, in your dreams," I repeated.
	Later, the meal finished I announced I would clean the kitchen
up. "After all, if I've got to remain close by until those deliveries
arrive, I might as well be here working."
	Left alone in the house, I went to work putting the kitchen back to
order. The dishes done, I searched the refrigerator, making sure fixings
for sandwiches were there. Finding sliced ham, I decided to head
outside. The business phone rang.
	I was greeted by the beer company, asking if they could deliver
right away. I assured them someone would be there to meet the driver.
	I left the house and drove in my truck down to the entrance of the
park. I walked inside the office building and was greeted by the smell of
newness. I took a deep breath. I loved smelling new wood and paint.
	Looking around the room, I took everything in. At first, with only
a desk and upright filling cabinet the office had seemed pretty good
size. Now, with the cooling boxes for the beer and pop and milk, the space
had become a little crowded. Dennis had installed a few shelves on two
sides of the building where we would keep a few things like flour, sugar
and oils, along with bottles of mustard and salad dressings; those kinds of
items, until the store could be built next door.
	The telephone on the desk rang. It was the company supplying the
soft drinks. I told them I was available for delivery. They ask for
directions, and I gave them out, making them as simple as possible.
	Half an hour later I heard the sound of a truck outside. I stepped
out the door and discovered a beer truck driving through the gate. It
stopped beside the office.
	A man stepped down from the cab, and I greeted him with a smile.
	"I see you found us," I said.
	"Yeah, no problem at all," he answered. "Is this where you want
everything dropped off?"
	"It is; for now. Hopefully by midsummer we'll have our store
built. It's going to connect with the office here."
	"Nice set up," he commented as he headed for the side of his truck.
	I watched him pull a dolly down and begin loading it up with
beer. When he had it full, I held the door open so he could push through.
	"Smells new," he said coming inside.
	I assured him it was, adding the entire park was going to be new
when it opened up for business tomorrow.
	The man unloaded the dolly and headed for the door. "Normally I
will stock your box up for you. This time, with everything new the way it
is, I'll let you arrange things how you like them. Next time I'll take care
of it. By the way, my name's Doug," he added as he opened the door.
	"I'm Steve."
	"Nice knowing you, Steve," Doug said and walked out the door.
	"Same here," I said, but the door closed before I could get the
words out.
	When he had brought the last load in, Doug asked, "So, tell me,
Steve, is this going to be a private facility? Or, can anyone use it?"
	"It's private, yet open to the public. By that, I simply mean the
park will be for men only. If they have sons who are eighteen or older,
they are welcomed as well."
	"No women?"
	"Absolutely not," I assured him. "We have created this place so
that men may come here for peace and relaxation. Groups will be welcomed,
as well as individual guests."
	"Sounds interesting," Doug commented.
	I pulled the top drawer of the desk open and brought out the check
book. "Tell you what," I said opening it up, "let me pay you first. If
you're interested, I can give you a quick tour before you leave."
	Doug handed me his invoice. "I think I would like that. Steve, is
it?"
	I nodded. "It is."
	I filled the check out and handed it to him. "Let's go," I said.
	"You want to load the cooler first?"
	"I can do it when I get back. The park doesn't officially open
until tomorrow at noon."
	Outside I told Doug we could take my truck. "It's quite a walk," I
said.
	I started the truck's engine and headed out slowly down the newly
made road. I pointed to the side of the office where the store would be
built. Next came the cabins; six on each side of the road. Just pass them,
the road split and went around both sides of the shower house.
	"There are six shower heads with five commodes and six sinks. With
plenty of hot water, I might add. Would you care to see the inside of it?"
	"I'm good. Sounds really nice, though," Doug remarked.
	"Eventually we're going to have two of these buildings. For now,
one will have to do."
	I drove to the right of the building and pointed to a larger
building on the left.
	"That's the bunkhouse," I said. "It's for larger groups and will
hold ten people easily."
	I pointed to a covered structure next to the bunkhouse. "That's one
of our hot tubs."
	I stopped the truck and shut the engine off. "I want to show you
this."
	I led Doug up a wooden ramp where we disappeared from the view of
the road.
	"Kind of private like," he remarked.
	I nodded and said, "It is. You see, we're not going to allow
clothing of any kind in the tubs. Material plays hell with the
chemicals. Hence, the reason for privacy," I ended.
	Doug gave me a smile. "Sounds good to me," he said.
	"I forgot to point out the other hot tub. I'll show it to you on
our way out."
	"I really like this set up," Doug declared.
	I studied him closely for a minute. "You think you might be
interested?"
	"I might. How expensive are the cabins?"
	I gave him a price.
	"Hell, that's not bad at all."
	"If you came, would you bring a guest or come alone?"
	"Probably alone; at least the first visit," he said. "Are any of
the cabins still available?"
	"Two left," I answered.
	"Can I see inside one?"
	"Sure. Just so you know, you'll have to bring your bedding and
towels; also the soap of your choice. All we furnish is hot water and a
place to clean up."
	"That's cool."
	We walked to my truck. I turned around and drove back the way we
had just come. Going this direction, I stopped at the last cabin in the
row. "I can show you two things this way," I said.
	I opened the door to the cabin and let him walk inside.
	"This is nice," he said looking around the room.
	Against the back wall of the cabin was a full sized bed. Beside it
was a small table with a lamp on top. Just to the left of the door was a
small round table with two chairs.
	"There's no water in the cabins," I pointed out. "There is,
however, heat and cooling."
	"Are you planning on being open the year round?"
	"At this point, we're not actually sure what we're going to do. At
any rate, we wanted to be ready just in case."
	We left the cabin, and I pointed out the other hot tub.
	"It's rather handy. I like that."
	"They are both up and running even though we only have twenty
reservations for the weekend. Twenty-one now," I added giving Doug a smile.
	"Take me back to the office, and I'll give you a deposit."
	"I'll see you tomorrow evening," he said a little later as he
headed for his truck.
	Later in the morning Dennis and the boys dropped by the office.
	"Did I see you giving someone a tour?" Dennis asked.
	"You did. The driver of the beer truck was interested, so I took
him around the campground. He made a reservation for the weekend."
	"That's great."
	"Yep, we now have twenty-one guests."
	A truck drove through the gate for the second time that
morning. This time it was the arrival of soft drinks.
	"Is this the right place?" the driver asked as he stepped inside
the office.
	I told him it was, and a short time later he brought our order
inside. He told me the same thing Doug had.
	"I usually stock the coolers, but this time I'll let you do
it. Next time I come, I'll see how you've arranged things, and I'll do the
restocking for you."
	The man went about his work, and unlike Doug, didn't express any
interest in the campground. He just brought the soft drinks in, collected
his money and left.
	As the pop truck was leaving, a smaller truck came through the
gate, bringing ice with him. He also didn't express any interest in our
business. He filled our ice box with bags of ice, took his money, and left.
	"Oh well, one customer out of three; not bad," I added as I gave
Brandon a smile.
	"Was the beer guy hot?" my son asked.
	I shrugged my shoulders. "I guess I never thought about it. I just
showed him the grounds, and when he showed interest, we came back to the
office, and he paid his deposit."
	"You're no fun."
	I gave my son a slap on the ass. "That's not what you usually say,"
I reminded.
	"Perhaps you'll change your mind when you see him in the hot
tub. The beer guy, I mean," he added.
	I headed for the door. "Let's go eat. I think I heard Grandpa's
truck just now."
	Because we now had merchandise in the make shift store slash
office, I pulled a key from my pocket and locked the door.
	At Brandon's look, I said, "Well, we're almost in business now, so
we'd better do things right."


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	That night the three of us, Dad, Dennis, and me, had decided to
spend the night together and give Brandon and Taylor privacy as well. The
younger two, I don't think, had any qualms or worries about the following
day. My father, on the other hand, was getting butterflies the size of dive
bombers, inside his stomach. Now that we were to the point of opening up
for business, he had become full of worry and doubt.
	"It's going to be all right," I had tried to assure him at the
supper table.
	"I've tried the same thing, Kid," my uncle said. "I think you
should spend tonight with him; try to convince him otherwise."
	"If it's okay, I think I'd like for the three of us to be
together," Dad said.
	Dennis looked across the table at me. "That okay with you?" he
asked.
	"No complaint from me," I hastened to assure him.
	"Let's hurry up and finish our meal," my uncle said giving me a big
grin.
	Later, the meal finished, the dishes done, the three of us had
headed for the stairs.
	"You two don't stay up too late," I called out.
	"Yeah, tomorrow's a big day," Dad said.
	Of course, Dennis, being the loveable person he was, had to say,
"Just have a hell of a good time, whatever you decide to do with
yourselves."
	"I'm sure we'll come up with something," Brandon assured his uncle,
and Taylor called out in agreement as well.
	Once inside my father's bedroom, the three of us stripped our
clothes off and quickly got into bed. I lay in the middle, enjoying the
feel of a hairy body on either side of me.
	"Dad, you do realize things are going to be all right, don't you?
I'll admit twenty-one guests is a long ways from being full; still, for the
first weekend, I think it's pretty damned good."
	My father had to admit I made good sense.
	"I keep telling him the same thing," Dennis chimed in. "Word of
mouth is even better than advertising in every newspaper in the county," he
continued. "Once these guys give us a try, I feel pretty sure they will
spread the word to their friends."
	Dad let a sigh escape. "I know you both are right. We've worked our
tails off, and I don't want to see us flop on our face."
	"Well, Dave, there may be some flopping, as you refer to it, on the
campground; however, I think it's going to be the good kind, if you get my
drift."
	Dad smiled across the bed at both of us. "You two are right. I'm
going to shut up."
	"So he keeps saying," Dennis retorted. "Steve, why don't you give
your old man something to shut him up?" he suggested.
	"I've been thinking about that," I said.
	"Stop thinking and do it," Dennis ordered.
	I rose up between the two.
	"Okay, here's what I want to happen. Dennis, I want you to fuck
Dad. Crawl between us and push you hairy cock inside him. I'm going to fuck
you from behind. I've thought about this all day, and I came to this
conclusion: You fuck Dad and I'll fuck you. That will put us in the right
pecking order. Literally," I added.
	The bed moved as Dennis and I traded places. With my uncle between
Dad and me, I watched him force my father to turn over in bed with his back
to us. Dennis wrapped his arms around Dad, his brother in law, and held him
tightly.
	"God, I love you, Dave," he whispered softly. "We both love you,"
he added.
	"You guys know exactly how I feel," Dad said softly.
	I wrapped my arms around my uncle, pulling him into my body. My
hairy chest was rubbing the fur that spread thickly along his back. My cock
leaped immediately, coming to life and searched for a place to hide.
	"I love you both. So fucking much," I groaned. "I can't remember
when I didn't love you."
	Dennis covered my father's neck and back with wet kisses, and I
responded the same way with my uncle. My lips kissed ever inch of his neck,
and as I started down his back, the thick hair that covered him began
tickling my tongue. I continued working my way downward until I came to the
hairy crack that separated his fur covered cheeks. I pulled them a part and
created a wet trail, my tongue lapping eagerly around the hairy
opening. The thick black hair that grew there looked hot and inviting,
creating a desire in me to push through the brush and bury myself balls
deep, inside him.
	"Hand me the lube," Dennis groaned.
	I stopped long enough to do as he asked. Giving him the bottle, I
returned to licking his hairy ass. A moment later I heard both my father
and uncle groan, and I knew Dennis had planted himself inside my Dad's
ass. I desired the same experience.
	I found the bottle and quickly pushed a glob of lube inside
Dennis. Then greasing my dick heavily, I pushed against him. My head
slipped inside, and I quickly slid the rest of the way until my pubic brush
was pressed tightly against my uncle's hairy flesh.
	"Oh, God!" he cried out.
	"Fuck me," Dad begged my uncle.
	I felt Dennis began making slow movements in and out of Dad's
hole. I could tell how much he enjoyed being inside my father. I was
experiencing the same thing with my uncle.
	"Yeah, fuck my ass, Kid," Dennis groaned.
	The bed shook as the three of us fucked each other. The noise we
made was loud enough I'm sure Brandon and Taylor heard us. I slammed Dennis
hard, and he pounded Dad's ass.
	It was such a hot sight watching the three of us fuck that I knew I
wouldn't last long. I felt my cock swell up and realized I was about to
shoot inside my uncle's hairy hole.
	"I'm going to shoot," I warned.
	Dennis cried out, "Oh, God!"
	The muscles in his ass clinched my dick, making me realize he was
dropping his load in my father at the same time.
	"Damn, I love your cum in my ass," Dad groaned.
	Dennis pushed against me and said, "I feel your hot load, Kid."
	Afterward we lay with our cocks buried in cum-filled holes. It felt
absolutely awesome to feel my dick covered with my cum. Finally I pulled
out of my uncle.
	"What the hell are you doing?" he asked when he felt my mouth
between his slick cheeks.
	"I'm going to suck my cum from you and put it on Dad's cock. I
thought it would be hot to jack his dick, using my cum for lube."
	I pressed my face against his slippery crack and slowly began
sucking the cum from his ass; my cum. When I had a mouth full, I pulled
away and jumped off the bed. I hurried around to Dad's side and motioned
for my uncle to move over. When he did, I forced my father on his back.
	Looking down was such a hot sight for me. The thick hair around his
cock, which now had quite a bit of gray in it, never failed to make me hot
and this time was no different. Still holding my cum in my mouth, I reached
down and wrapped a hand around his dick. With my other hand, I gently
tugged at his bush, enjoying the feel of that thick hair.
	I leaned over and dropped the cum from my mouth. I watched it
slowly run from my father's thick mushroom head and travel down the hard
shaft.
	Raising my head up, I said, "I'm going to jack you off with my cum,
Dad. I think you'll like that," I added.
	"Fuck, yeah, I love your spunk on my dick," Dad groaned.
	I covered him completely with my load and began stroking his meat.
	"Shit," he moaned.
	"Yeah, lay there and enjoy it, Dad," I said.
	I began jacking him with a slow motion. Each time my fist stopped
at the base of his thick root, my fingers felt a tickling sensation created
by the thick growth of hair.
	When I began stroking him faster, Dad moaned, and started making a
fucking motion by raising his ass up to meet my fist.
	"Damn, Steve, I'm going to shoot," he cried out.
	"Yeah, Dad, shoot that thick load for me. Cover my hand with your
spunk," I added.
	I felt his cock swell up and watched as the first heavy rope of cum
shot out of him and landed on my fingers. By the time he had finished
erupting my hand was covered with his load.
	I leaned down and licked my fingers clean of his hot load. When
there was none left, I kissed him on the mouth.
	"Yeah, Kid, feed your dad both loads," Dennis called from his side
of the bed.
	When I broke the kiss, I asked, "How did you like getting a taste
of both our cum?"
	"Was hot," he agreed.
	A short time later I crawled between them once more. "You guys
ready for round two?" I asked.
	Dad laughed. "Normally I would say `yes'. However, I think with the
big day we all have tomorrow, we'd better try and get a little sleep."
	I turned and looked at my uncle.
	"He's no fun." I said giving him a grin.
	"Oh, I definitely could go another round, but I have to agree with
Dave. We're going to have a big day tomorrow."
	"Well, good night, then."
	"Dave, do you feel better about the campground now?"
	It was my uncle who had asked the question.
	"I do. Thanks, you two. For everything," he added.
	I snuggled between their two hairy bodies and found myself falling
asleep immediately.


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Mark Stevens