Date: Fri, 31 May 2013 20:44:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Shower 51

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New Shower 51


Steve


	I pulled off the main road and drove my truck down the lane that
ended at our house. It was Friday afternoon and the work week was finally
over for me. I found myself envying my dad and uncle more and more, almost
to the point of being jealous of the fact they could retire and I couldn't.
	I jumped from the truck and hurried inside the house. Dad was in
the kitchen and greeted me.
	"How was work?" he asked.
	"Harder and harder," I answered giving him a grin.
	Dad cast his eyes downward and then said, "Don't look hard to me."
	"You do remember it was work you were speaking of, right?"
	"Don't worry, Steve, it'll happen. Trust me, it'll be here in the
blink of an eye," he added.
	"Yeah, whatever," I said. I walked over and gave him a kiss. "Why
are you in the house?"
	"Is Sandy coming out this weekend?"
	I gave a nod and said, "He is. This was his week on the drive
through, so it will be seven o'clock before he can get here."
	"I've sort of planned a nice meal this evening. I thought we'd
invite him to eat with us."
	"That's good since he's planning on sleeping in the house this
weekend."
	"Actually I've worked out a plan for tonight. I've convinced
Brandon and Taylor to work the gate and store this evening. It will just be
the four of us, you, me, Dennis and Sandy."
	"How did you convince the other two to work? I know how they both
enjoy good food."
	"Well, I sort of used that as leverage. I told them I would see
that plenty of food was delivered to them if they would give me a few
hours."
	"Let me get cleaned up," I said heading for the stairs. "Then I'll
give you a hand with dinner."
	"Actually I've got things taken care of down here for the moment,"
Dad said. "How about me giving you a hand with your shower?" he asked
shadowing me up the staircase.
	"I can always use a hand," I assured him. "I was going to use the
shower upstairs. If you're willing to lend a helping hand, I'll go to the
shower house instead."
	Dad quickly turned away. "I'll meet you out there," he said and
headed for the kitchen door.
	I hurried upstairs to my room and quickly stripped my work clothes
off my body. I threw a robe on and hurried out to join my father. When I
opened the door to the shower house, I discovered Dad standing under a
steamy shower, the water making little rivers as it traveled though the
thick hair on his body.
	"It's about time," he said and held out his arms.
	I dropped my robe to the floor and joined him, enjoying the feel of
his naked hairy skin rubbing my own hairy flesh.
	"Ah, Dad," I moaned pulling him close to me.
	"It's been a while since we've had some time together. God, I've
missed being with you, Steve."
	"We're together now. Dad, I need you to fuck me. I've missed your
cock inside my ass," I groaned.
	Dad had been semi hard when I had joined him in the shower house,
but now he was at full mast. I looked down and saw his beautiful thick cock
standing proudly, surrounded by his thick brown bush. The water had matted
those luscious tendrils to his body, and I longed to run my fingers though
those wet curls.
	I reached down and placed my hand against his wet mat. The tangled
fur wrapped itself around my fingers and filled me with desire. I wanted
him. I needed him in the worst way. I wrapped my arms around his body and
pulled him close to me.
	"I love you, Dad," I whispered.
	"I love you, Steve. I always have," he added quietly.
	"I need you. Fuck me," I begged.
	"You want your dad's cock?"
	"Fuck, yeah. Give it to me," I pleaded.
	Dad kissed me roughly on the mouth, and I felt his body language
change as passion began its control over him. Between us I felt his dick
leap with the same desire his body was feeling.
	I pulled him from the shower and led him over to the counter where
the sinks were. I maneuvered my body until I was sitting on the edge of the
counter top. I spread my legs a part and motioned for Dad to enter me.
	I watched my father grease his leaking cock with gel, and when he
touched my hairy opening with the head I thought I would pass out.
	"Push it in me, Dad," I begged.
	And he did. His tool was coated heavily with lube, and the lips of
my ass sucked him in, swallowing hungrily, refusing to be satisfied until
those lips were kissing the hairy brush that spread thickly around that dad
dick.
	"Fuck your ass feels good," Dad groaned.
	"Fuck yeah," I whispered. "I've wanted your dick."
	Dad threw my legs over his shoulders, and with his hands, pulled my
body closer to his. He began pounding my ass, driven by the need to fill my
hole with his cream. I watched as he fucked me. He had such a look on him,
one that I had never seen before. As I leaned back and enjoyed the fuck he
was giving me, I suddenly realized what caused the look. The mirror behind
me was allowing my father to enjoy the entire fuck scene.
	"You like watching this in the mirror, don't you, Dad? You can see
your dick slamming my hole, and it's making you fucking crazy, isn't it?"
	"Shit, yeah, it is," he moaned. "I can see my hairy dick going in
your hole, and it makes me want to cum like crazy."
	"Then do it, Dad. Fill my ass with your dad cream," I begged.
	Dad began slamming me harder, and for a brief moment I had to
wonder if he was going to force the counter top away from the wall. I
didn't have long to think about that possibility. I felt Dad's cock give a
shudder inside, and I knew he was going to spray the walls of my ass with
his dad juice.
	"Fuck, Steve!" he cried out.
	"Give me your load, Dad. Give me your dad spunk," I cried.
	And did he ever! Dad shot so much cream up my chute I felt some of
his load leave my ass. It crawled into his wet pubes, and I felt the sticky
mass attach to the fur that covered my nuts.
	All I could say was, "Dad."
	Dad gave one last push and drove his cock as far as possible up
me. He leaned in and kissed me on the mouth. When the kiss was over, he
spoke softly.
	"I love you so much, Son."
	"I love you, Dad."
	Dad pulled out of me. I looked down at his cum-covered dick. "That
was quite a load, Dad."
	Dad smiled and said, "To be honest with you, I had been thinking
about you the entire day and what I'd like to do to you when you got home
from work. Why do you think I was waiting for you in the kitchen? Hell, it
wasn't because of the evening meal."
	"I'm glad you were. If you think about it, you'll realize I didn't
object one bit to a nice shower with you."
	"Which we've yet to take," he reminded me with a grin.
	"Let's do it then."
	Dad eyed my swollen dick. He reached out and gave it a tug.
	"Something needs to be done with this," he pointed out.
	"I can wait until later," I assure him. I slid to my feet.
	"You could," Dad agreed. "However, one good fuck deserves another."
He wrapped his fingers around my aching dick. "How about planting this in
me?"
	"God, yeah," I groaned.
	So much for "later", I thought.
	I watched my father climb on the same counter top I had been when
he fucked me. He spread his legs and grinned.
	"I want you to get the same view I did," he said. "I want you to
watch your dick slide inside my ass."
	Hell, I didn't have to be invited twice. I reached for the bottle
of lube beside him and quickly covered my dick. As my fingers spread the
gel, a drop of pre cum leaked out the tip and ran across my hand.
	I pushed my dick head against Dad's hairy hole and stopped.
	Dad moaned and said, "Slide in me, Steve. Give me your cock," he
pleaded.
	I watched in the mirror and saw my hairy rod disappear inside my
father. Oh, shit. It had to be one of the hottest sights I had ever
seen. My father had been right. It drove me crazy as well. I wanted to fill
him with my juice. I forced my eyes to look away from the mirror. I looked
between his legs and watched as my dick plowed through the middle of the
thick hair that grew around Dad's hole. Over the years the brown hair had
become laced with some gray, which made my father even more desirable to
me. As the years had passed us by, I found myself desiring his body more
than ever. Dad was such a sexy, hot guy.
	I forced my dick as far as possible up him, and it wasn't long
until I could take no more of it. The wet walls of his hot ass latched onto
my dick and refused to let go. They sucked the head of my cock so hard the
cum was literally pulled up and out from my balls.
	I cried out, "Oh, God!" I felt a deep sensation of cumming as my
dick filled my father's hairy hole with my spunk.
	Dad squeezed his ass muscles hard, forcing them to clamp around the
base of my shaft. He worked the last of the cum from my dick. There was
nothing left inside to go anywhere.
	Dad gave me a tender smile. "I needed you to fuck me, Steve."
	Still buried inside my father, I pulled him upward. He was sitting
on my dick, his ass pressed hard against my hairy crotch when he leaned
down and kissed me.
	"Steve, I can't even imagine what my life would have been had you
not been part of it," he whispered in my ear.
	"Same here, Dad," I agreed. "In fact, I don't even want to think
about that possibility."
	"It could happen some day," he pointed out.
	I stepped back, causing my dick to slide out of him. "We need to
clean up," I said.
	As I started toward the shower I felt my father's hands on my
shoulders. He pulled me back into him.
	"I didn't say it was going to happen anytime soon," he reminded.
	"Still, don't ever bring that up again. Please," I added in a
softer voice.
	Dad kissed the back of my neck and said, "That's a promise I will
keep."
	For the briefest of time I had experienced the emptiness I would
feel if my father was no longer in my life, and it scared the hell out of
me.
	"That's one promise I'm going to hold you to, Dad. Forever," I
added with strong feeling.
	"Let's hit the shower, Son. We're both a mess," he added as he
pushed me under the spray.


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Brandon


	I was taking a camper's money for some groceries when Taylor joined
me in the store. He looked at me and grinned.
	"I love the way you handle the beer sales," he said.
	What Taylor was referring to was the plan Grandpa had come up with
concerning beer sales. Since neither he nor I were quite old enough to
actually sale the drink, the customer had to set it on the counter and give
us the money. Grandpa had concocted a way for us to ring the sale up
without handling the merchandise in order to scan it. Yeah, border line to
being illegal, but so far the plan was working well.
	"Don't worry, its okay," I quickly assured my customer. The man had
a worried look on his face. I held up my hands. "See, I'm not even touching
the stuff."
	The man said, "I understand," and left the store with his
groceries.
	Taylor walked behind the counter and gave me a kiss. "I hear the
two of us have to work the evening shift tonight," he said.
	"You heard right. You know what the real reason is, don't you? For
us working I mean."
	"Because we're the best salesmen on the team?"
	I thumped him on the chest. "Yeah, right," I grinned.
	"Then what's the real reason?"
	"It seems that Grandpa has a dinner party for four planned this
evening," I explained.
	"Four?"
	I nodded. "Only Sandy, Dennis, Dad and Grandpa will be attending."
	I watched as a goofy grin appeared on Taylor's face.
	"Oh, a sexual dinner party then?"
	"Fuck, can't get anything by you, can I?"
	"Hey, so I'm a little slow. That's just who I am."
	I reached down and copped a quick feel of Taylor's dick. He was
caught off guard and took a step backwards.
	"Watch it now," he warned.
	"When you fuck me, you are slow to cum; a feature I genuinely love
about you. So you see, slow in some aspects, is quite nice."
	I could see Taylor's dick become instantly rigid behind his shorts.
	"But quick to get hard," I pointed out.
	"Just you wait," he said. "Later I'm going to fuck you so hard and
long you're going to beg me to finish."
	"That will never happen."
	"Does that mean you're not going to allow me to fuck your ass?"
	"Not at all," I assured him. "I'm just saying that I will never beg
you to finish."
	"We'll see about that."
	Two campers came into the store, and we quickly cleaned our
language up.


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Sandy


	I drove up to Steve's house and shut my car engine off. It was the
first of the month and a hell of a business for the bank today. Unlike most
jobs, mine was not one of heavy labor. However from the moment I stepped
behind my window until I balanced my last figure of the day, my brain was
in full motion. I honestly believe a job with heavy labor is less tiring
than what I do for a living.
	I reached for the bag beside me and hurried up the walk. I gave a
knock on the door and stepped back to wait. When the door opened, it was
Steve who greeted me.
	"Hey you, it's about time you got here."
	He pulled me inside the house and into his arms.
	"God, I'm glad to see you," he said and kissed me hard on the
mouth.
	Some of the weariness left my body when he touched me.
	"Rough day?" he asked taking my bag.
	"A bitch of a day," I replied. "Always is the first of the
month. All you people with your pay checks," he added giving me a grin.
	"Hell, I must have missed pay day."
	The kitchen door opened and Dennis came inside the house. He
greeted Steve with a kiss and turned to me.
	"Hell, I'll even give you a kiss." He brushed my lips lightly with
his. "Damn, you look like armored shit. What's the deal?"
	"Just a crazy day in the world of banking," I answered.
	Dennis looked at me closely and said, "I'm heading for the shower
house to get rid of the day's grime. Why don't you join me? There's nothing
better than a good hot shower to get rid of stress," he added with a grin.
	His words took me by surprise, and I could think of nothing to say.
	Steve was suddenly standing in front of me. He put his hands on my
shoulders.
	"He's right, Sandy," he said. "A good hot shower will do you good."
	"Are you certain about that?" I asked.
	"Positive," he assured me.
	I asked again, "Are you absolutely certain?" There was hidden
meaning in my words, and I hoped like hell Steve was getting the message.
	He leaned in and kissed me. Then pulling back he said, "It really
is okay, Sandy. That is, if you're okay with it?" he added.
	Was I okay with it? Okay with getting naked with one of Steve's
family members, yet without Steve being present?"
	Dennis came over and stood next to me. "I promise not to bite,
Kid," he said.
	"Hey, I thought I was `Kid'," I heard Steve remind his uncle.
	Dennis gave us each a smile. "You're both my `Kid'," he said.
	I gave Sandy a wide grin. "That would make the two of us brothers,
I guess. Shit, I've always wished I had a brother to fuck me. Now, I guess
I have one."
	I took my bag from Steve.
	"I'm ready for my shower," I said.
	"I have clothes out there already," Dennis said and followed me out
the door.

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Steve


	I watched as the door closed behind Sandy and my uncle. My eyes
remained glued to the spot where the two of them had disappeared. I was
lost in my thoughts when I suddenly felt a pressure on my shoulder. Brought
back to the present, I discovered Dad's hand touching me.
	"You know your uncle, Steve," Dad said. "He will never do anything
to make Sandy feel uncomfortable."
	"I realize that."
	"Do you think Sandy's not ready to be welcomed into our family? Our
way," he added.
	I honestly wasn't sure. It was true; Sandy had enjoyed sex with
both Dennis and me, but never with my father.
	Aloud I answered, "I really don't have an answer for you, Dad."
	My father pulled a tray of meat from the refrigerator and headed
for the kitchen door.
	"I'm going to put these on the grill. The potatoes are ready to
come out of the oven."
	"I'm on it, Dad. I'll have everything ready by the time you're
finished with the steaks."
	At the door, Dad paused and said, "Don't you worry about
Sandy. He's one hundred per cent man. He can take care of himself."
	"Thanks, Dad."
	"Hey, that's what I'm here for. Among other things," he added with
a wicked grin and disappeared out the door.


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Sandy


	As I followed Dennis inside the shower house, I felt my mouth
become instantly dry. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't force any
moisture to form in my throat. I found it impossible to swallow. Steve and
I had had a conversation early on about the possibilities of me joining the
inner circle of their family group, and at the time I had found the thought
of it to be exciting. Now, with the possibility of something actually
taking place, I wasn't sure about it.
	I watched Dennis pull his shirt off and reach for his jean
shorts. By the time I had drawn my second breath, the man was standing
before me completely naked.
	He turned and gave me a grin. "Do you plan on taking a shower with
your clothes on?"
	I found my fingers working the buttons, releasing my shirt. Not
saying a word, I removed the shirt from my body.
	Dennis had walked over and turned the water on. I watched as he
adjusted the temperature before stepping under the spray. The water began
coursing its way down through the thick black hair that covered most of his
body. I had to admit, it was a hot sight.
	I quickly stepped out of my slacks and pulled my shorts down. I
gave them a swift kick and stretched. I enjoyed the pleasure my fingers
gave my body.
	From across the room Dennis called, "You do have a hot body, Kid."
	For some reason the words he spoke made me feel at ease. I gave him
a smile and said, "So you really are going to call me that name?"
	"You mean `Kid'?"
	"That name actually does belong to your nephew," I reminded.
	"Excuse me, but I believe I have the right to call anyone I choose
that name."
	"That you do," I agreed.
	"Back to the original topic at hand here; you do have a hot
body—Kid."
	I shot the compliment back his way. "As do you," I praised.
	"I guess it's not too bad, considering my age."
	"You know that age has nothing to do with it."
	"My body hair used to be cold black. As you can see, the gray has
worked its way through out the forest."
	"I think it makes you look distinguished."
	"Thanks for the compliment, Kid."
	Feeling brave, I responded saying, "You're welcomed, Uncle."
	A big grin appeared on his face. Dennis held out his arms and said,
"Then give your uncle a big naked hug, Kid."
	My body was suddenly pressed tightly next to his, my naked skin
rubbing against his. We were crotch to crotch, and I felt his dick get hard
and began traveling through my bush, pulling some of my hair with it. The
movement created the same reaction from my own cock, and I felt my face
heat up as I grew hard surrounded by Dennis' thick wet bush.
	I pulled back and said, "Hey, sorry about that." I tried to turn
around, but the man held on to me.
	"Hell, Kid, there's nothing to be sorry about. Shit, I'm hard as a
rock, as you can see for yourself. It's only natural. After all, we're both
men; it's what men do."
	He reached his hand down and wrapped his fingers gently around my
shaft.
	"Is it all right if I touch you, Kid?"
	"Little late for the asking, wouldn't you say?"
	"Well, I always say it's easier to do something and ask for
forgiveness after the fact."
	My body shivered, and I said, "Consider yourself forgiven."
	"You have a nice cock, Sandy."
	"What? I'm no longer `Kid'?"
	"You're both," he answered.
	He dropped to his knees and brought the head of my cock to his
lips. He kissed it lightly and then asked if he could suck me.
	For an answer I forced his mouth open with my hands and shoved my
cock inside.
	Dennis was definitely an experienced cock sucker. He took my entire
shaft with no trouble and buried his nose in the middle of my thick cock
hair. I heard him breath deeply through his nose.
	He pulled me out long enough to say, "I do love the man smell of a
hot bush."
	"Then let me fuck your mouth, Dennis," I begged.
	Yes, Dennis definitely knew how to suck cock. He worked mine over
like a mad man and had me ready to shoot a hot load in such a short time
that I was a little disappointed in myself. I pulled back, trying to force
him to take it slower.
	"I'm going to cum," I groaned. "Not ready to yet," I added.
	His mouth full of my cock, Dennis could only mutter something I
couldn't understand, but I knew he wanted me to shoot. When I refused to
fuck his mouth, he pulled off. Cool air hit my dick.
	"Give me your load, Kid," he begged. "We've got the hole fucking
night to do this again and again. You have my word. I'm going to make you
cum so much you're going to beg me to stop torturing you."
	That was good enough for me. I slammed my dick back inside his
mouth and shoved it hard down his throat. My furry nut sac slammed his
chin, and my bush devoured the rest of his face as he feasted on my tool,
eating as if he hadn't had any cock in a long time.
	My balls drew up, and I shot the first thick rope of my cum down
the man's throat. Deep guttural sounds came from him as he swallowed my
spunk with the greed of a starving man. By the time he let my dick go free
there was absolutely no cum left. He had milked me dry.
	I watched as Dennis stood to his feet and give me a smile. He
leaned over and kissed me on the mouth, allowing me to taste my own cum. A
sick part of me thought that was hot; very exciting.
	I looked down and saw that Dennis had a thick strand of pre cum
stretching from the tip of his dick down into his bush. For some crazy
reason his dick reminded me of a fishing pole and the strand of pre cum, a
fishing line.
	I dropped to my knees and said, "I need to take care of this."
	"It's okay, Kid," Dennis assured me. "I'm more than willing to wait
and anticipate what I might get later on this evening."
	"But why wait?" I asked him. "Why not cum now and later, too?"
	"Oh, I plan on that happening many times before this night is
over," he assured me.
	I wrapped my fist around his thick shaft and gave it a tug or
two. The movement forced more pre cum from him. I placed my tongue at the
tip and let the heavy strand rest there. I could taste the sweetness from
it.
	I began stroking the man, enjoying the sight of the thick black
hair that grew heavily around it. Each time I jacked him the hair would
move with his body. While one hand jacked him off, the other went down and
began playing with his hairy nut sac. Although the fuzz that grew there was
mostly black, there were a few gray streaks forging through the growth as
well. Most of his bush was still black, but the outer edge of the forest
was laced with several gray curls. As I looked up his body, I took in the
thick growth of chest hair that actually spread all the way down until it
met with his bush. A lot of the chest curls were gray, having just enough
black left that made Dennis the very hot and sexy man he was.
	"I love a man who has lots of body hair," I said as I continued
stroking the man's dick.
	The hand on his nuts left and traveled upward through his course
body hair. I loved the tickling sensation the thick tendrils were creating
as they grabbed at my flesh. I tugged gently at his bush, watching as the
thick curls spread up through my fingers. I jacked him faster.
	Dennis moaned.
	"I'm going to shoot, Kid," he warned me.
	I stroked him harder, still pulling the hair around his dick.
	"Fuck, here it cums!"
	The man's cock exploded between my fingers, and he shot the first
thick glob on my face. It hit me on the cheek and began running downward. I
caught it, along with the rest of his load with my finger and brought the
sweet stuff to my lips. I swallowed the entire load, not losing any of it.
	Dennis pulled me to my feet, and I kissed him. I wanted him to
taste his load the way I had tasted mine.
	I pulled away and said, "See, aren't you glad I was persistent?"
	"Hell, Kid, I always like to cum, any way I can. Still, I could
have waited until later."
	"But aren't you glad you didn't?"
	Dennis ran his fingers though my hair. "You know, `Kid' is going to
be the perfect name for you. It fits you as well as it does Steve."
	"I'll take that as a compliment then."
	"Please do. Now, get your ass in the shower. If we're much longer,
I'm pretty certain we're going to have company out here."
	"Would that be so bad? I asked.
	"Most of the time, the answer would be `no'. However, when my
brother in law has a meal on the table, you don't really want to piss him
off."
	"I'll remember that," I said and turned the shower head on.


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Steve


	The kitchen door opened and Dad stepped inside the room carrying a
tray of delicious looking steak. The aroma followed him into the room, and
I took a deep breath.
	"Smells delicious, Dad."
	"The chef thanks you."
	Dad eyed the table and said, "Good, I see you have everything
ready."
	"I really thought Dennis and Sandy would be finished with their
shower by now," I commented.
	Dad sat the steak on the table. He gave me a grin and said, "They
should be along anytime."
	"I wonder how the shower went."
	Another grin spread across my father's face. He said, "I opened the
door to the shower house just a smidgen, and, well, all I have to say is
evidentially Sandy got over whatever modesty he might have had."
	"Because?" I said when Dad stopped talking.
	"Let's just say the two of them were getting to know each
other—quite well, I might add."
	"You're just full of knowledge, aren't you?"
	"I'm sure Sandy will fill you in later."
	The kitchen door opened once more and Dennis came into the room
with Sandy on his heels.
	"Well, it's about time," Dad greeted them.
	Dennis wagged a finger at my father. "Don't go there, Dave," he
said. "You think you're so damned cagey, don't you. You're dumber than you
look if you think I didn't see you peeking through the door at the two of
us."
	"What's he talking about?" Sandy asked Dad.
	"Sandy, I had to make sure Dennis was properly taking care of
you. That was my only intention," he added with a wink.
	"Don't give me that shit, old man," Dennis teased his brother in
law. "You were hoping to get an eye full. I know how you think."
	"Well, did you?" Sandy asked.
	"Enough to know that Dennis was doing a great job," Dad pointed
out.
	Sandy gave my uncle a smile. "I'm here to tell you both: this man
knows exactly how to treat a man."
	I walked over and pulled Sandy into my arms. "Then I take it you
have no complaint?"
	Sandy kissed me lightly on the lips and said, "No complaint at
all."
	"Then if no one has any complaints, lets eat before the food gets
cold," Dad said.



End New Shower 51