Date: Tue, 15 Oct 2013 19:42:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Shower 54

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New Shower 54



Steve


The event Dad referred to as "Family Gathering" was about to start. The
steaks were done, and my father had just announced that the meal was
ready. One of the things Dad had insisted on from the very beginning was a
picnic table long enough for all of us to sit down together when we ate
outside. Now, Dad asked us to wait before we took our seats.
	"I want to say something," he said.
	Standing next to each other, we waited for him to speak what was on
his mind.
	"You guys have heard me refer to this as a family gathering, and I
want to emphasize something here. Throughout most of the year we are tied
down pretty much with the camp ground. Because of that, our personal and
family life sometimes has to be put on hold. I would like to correct that
best as I can, and one way is that we have a monthly family gathering like
the one we're going to enjoy tonight. What are your thoughts on this?"
	Dennis was the first one to speak. He said, "Personally, I think
it's a damned good idea, Dave. You are right when you say our livelihood
sometimes gets in the way of our family life. I am one hundred per cent in
favor of establishing Family Gathering, as you have so adequately referred
to it as."
	I quickly jumped in on my uncle's shirttail and voiced my
opinion. "It's quite evident how important our family is to each of us," I
said.
      "Anyone else have any thoughts on this matter?" Dad asked when no one
else spoke up.
      Standing next to me, Sandy said, "I think you have come up with a
very good idea, Dave. Even though this is not my blood family here, I feel
like it is. Each one of you has gone out of your way to make sure I have
felt welcomed, and I love you guys for it. No matter the facts, you guys
are my family."
      Taylor cleared his throat and said, "I have to echo Sandy. This
family has been here for me when my own family turned me away." He smiled
and said, "I agree, family is important, and our family here loves each
other very much. I say lets make this the first of many family gatherings."
      "That settles it," Dad decided. "From this point on, Family Gathering
will be a regular event. We'll keep a posting at the office and in the
store announcing that the third Saturday of each month we will be closing
early. Now, let's eat," he finished.
      An hour later, the food gone, Dad said, "I don't know about the rest
of you, but I'm going inside the shower house, and get comfortable. I'll be
back shortly."
      I watched him go inside and quickly followed behind him. Out of the
corner of my eye I saw my son, Brandon, start to move as well.
      I heard Dennis say, "Wait, Brandon. Let's give the two of them a
moment alone."
      I pulled the shower house door shut and said, "May I join you, Dad?"
      Dad gave me a big smile. "Steve, you can spend all the time you want
with me; never doubt that," he added.
      	I walked over and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. Looking
into his eyes, I said, "I know that. Have I told you today how much I love
you?"
      	Dad hugged me close and said, "Don't think you have."
      	"Well, you know how I feel," I whispered.
      	My lips met his and for a time the two of us were lost in our
feeling for each other. When we finally broke apart, Dad gave me a tender
smile.
      	"I hope you know how important you are to me, Steve. I loved you
the moment I first saw you. When you were a young boy I didn't think I
could ever love you more, but I was wrong. My love for you grew more each
year, and after we opened up and shared our feelings with each other, that
love grew deeper. I simply cannot imagine my life without you. Without any
of our family," he added.
      I stepped back and said, "Speaking of the family, if we don't hurry
up and join them, they're going to think we're in here doing something."
      Dad reached for his tee shirt and pulled it over his head. Grinning,
he said, "I could fuck you. Then when they saw us they would know they were
right in thinking the worst of us."
      My cock gave a sudden leap and began filling up with blood. Dad
reached down and wrapped his fingers around the shaft. His touch was enough
to push the rest of the blood through my veins. No doubt about it, I was
hard now.
      Dad suddenly let go. "We can wait," he said.
      I looked down. My cock was standing proudly out from my body,
surrounded by thick brown fur.
      "Are you sure about that?" I asked.
      "Go take a cold shower," Dad ordered.
      "I'll be all right," I assured him. "But why wait?"
      "Because I want tonight to be more than just a fuck fest," he
replied.
      I must have looked disappointed because he added, "Oh, there's going
to be plenty of fucking," he assured me.
      I had shucked out of my clothes and now the two of us were both
naked.
      "Let's join the others," Dad said.
      Dennis and Sandy met us at the door both with a big grin on his face.
      "We thought you two were sidetracked," Dennis said. "Felt sure some
fucking was going on," he added.
      "I was willing, but Dad told me I had to wait."
      Dennis looked at my father and asked, "What the hell, Bro? I've never
known you to turn down a chance to fuck."
      Dad shrugged his shoulders. "Well, now you have. You two hurry up,"
he said and walked away from the building. After walking a few feet, he
turned back around. "Same goes for you two; no fucking. At least just yet,"
he added.
      I looked at my uncle and shrugged my shoulders. "I think he has an
agenda for tonight."
      I walked over and joined the others. "You two better get a move on,"
I said to Brandon and Taylor. I do believe the event now known a Family
Gathering, has begun. Go ditch those clothes!"
      Ten minutes later everyone was back out in the yard enjoying the new
privacy fence and everything else that went along with it. Ice cold beer
was passed around and Dad made a toast. Then he told us that for a few
minutes he wanted us to enjoy our beer and the new found freedom we had
discovered behind the privacy fence.
      Which we did very much.\
      A little later Dad called us all together. He gave us a smile.
      "I hope the evening has started off well for you. It certainly has
for me. Earlier I heard Steve say something about me having an
agenda. Well, to a point, he is right; I do have a plan for this
evening. I'm sure there's going to be some really good fucking here
tonight. However, as I told Steve, I want tonight to be more than just a
fuck fest."
      I was sure everyone had a puzzled look on their face, same as I
did. Dad picked up a coffee can and pulled the lid off. "No, there's not
coffee in here," he said grinning.
      He tipped the can over enough so that we could see some pieces of
paper inside. He told us there were two sets of numbers on the pieces of
paper.
      "If you draw a number `one' you have to look for the man with the
second number `one'. I want the duplicate numbers getting together. In
other words, the two ones are together, two twos, so on and so forth. Does
everyone understand?"
      "Sort of," Dennis said. "What do we do when we find our matching
number?"
      "Once you pair up with your partner I want the two of you to find a
spot and start out by talking with each other."
      Brandon gave a yell and said, "Talk? You've got to be kidding,
Gramps."
      "Brandon, there are other things to do besides fuck," his
grandfather, my father, reminded.
      Taylor put a hand on my son's naked shoulder. "You have to remember,
Brandon, we're dealing with old men here. Different strokes for the older
folks," he said.
      Dennis walked over and stood in front of my son's lover. "I'll have
you know, young man, that I can match you stroke for stroke any day of the
week."
      "We'll see who's still standing when the night's over," Taylor
retorted.
      We drew our numbers and I matched my number with Taylor. I couldn't
tell if he was happy or disappointed because he and I drew the same number.
      "Well, it looks as if you drew yourself an old man," I said and
smiled.
      Taylor reached for my hand and pulled me with him. Dad had placed
several old quilts on the ground, and Taylor pulled me down on top of one.
      Taylor pulled me to him and kissed me on the mouth. When he pulled
back, he said, "No complaint from me," he said.
      I looked at him closely. Taylor was a hot looking young man, and I
was sure he made my son very happy. I told him as much.
      "Before anything else is said or takes place, Taylor, I want to tell
you something. I am very glad Brandon found you. I can tell how happy you
make him."
      "Brandon makes me happy as well, Steve. I love him very
much. However, I also love you, too. All of the guys," he added. "I really
do think of you as family. A very loving family," he whispered.
      "We are a close knit family," I agreed. "And we do love each other
very much," I added.
      Taylor said, "Can I ask you a question, Steve?"
      "Of course."
      "We are a very close family, as you say. My question is a personal
one."
      I found a bit of humor in his words. "Personal? You're worried about
getting personal when you've planted your dick in my ass many times over
since we've know each other. How much more personal can you get?"
      Taylor smiled. "When you put it that way, I can see your point." He
looked in my eyes and said, "I would like to hear about you and your dad. I
realize this all started with the two of you, and while I've caught bits
and pieces, I've never heard the whole story."
      "You would like to hear about Dad and me and how we have managed to
become so close over the years? Is that what you're talking about?"
      Taylor nodded.
      "My feelings for my dad began to change the summer I was
sixteen. That was when we built the shower house. However, my interest in
hairy men, especially my dad, began even earlier than sixteen. Is this what
you want to hear? The why and how that the two of us became so close?"
      Taylor nodded and remained silent.
      I drew my legs up and wrapped my arms around them, supporting my body
as I allowed some very old memories to come to the surface. Taylor was
asking me to recall a time span of twenty-five years, if not more, but I
could remember the circumstances that brought it all together vividly, as
if it had taken place only yesterday.
      "As I'm sure you're well aware of, I have always been attracted to
hairy men. The more body hair they have, the more attracted I am to
them. My father's body has always intrigued me, even before I was aware of
it sexually. As a kid, I remember summer time as being my favorite time of
the year. Dad would come home from work, put on a pair of shorts and work
outside until dark. He never wore a shirt because of the heat, and I use to
tag along beside him just so I could take in his hairy chest. The forest
that grew on it spread down his belly and was darker than mine; that made
me very curious. What I noticed first was the hair that peaked out at the
base of his neck and spread over his shirt. The first time I saw that, I
wanted to see if he was hairy like that anywhere else on his body.
      "When I was around eleven or so I discovered the first few strands of
pubic hair. From that time on I lived in front of a mirror checking for
other signs that I was changing from a boy into a man. By the time I was
twelve I had a thick growth of brown hair around my dick. By the time I was
thirteen my cock was eight and a half inches when I was hard. By the time I
was sixteen, my bush had spread thickly across my pubic area, gradually
thinning out when it reached my thighs. My balls were so hairy that the
skin didn't even show.
      "With the changing of my body, I began thinking about Dad more and
more. By then, almost all of my jack off fantasies were created by my
imagination of seeing him naked. I was sixteen and had yet to have that
experience. However, that was soon to change.
      "That was the summer he came up with the idea of building the shower
house. Said he had been thinking about it for a while because my mom didn't
like it when he tracked into the house after working outside; he asked what
I thought of the idea?"
      I paused and took a breath.
      "What did you think about it?" Taylor asked.
      I shrugged and gave him a silly grin. "What do you think?"
      "Oh, I'm pretty sure you were for it."
      "Hell, yes I was. When he started talking about the project and what
he would like see happen, I began immediately thinking of all kinds of
reasons and or excuses that would allow me to see the man naked. Taylor,
you have to remember something here. When Dad decided to build the shower
house he was around forty years old. To me, he was the hottest man that I
had ever laid my eyes on."
      I looked across the yard and discovered Dad sitting on a quilt with
Sandy. The two of them seemed lost in a conversation of their own. "He is
still hot," I told Taylor.
      Taylor echoed my words and added, "So, go on. I'm ready to hear
more."
      "As for the work on the shower house, that little project kept us
busy for an entire month. Dad had taken two months off, something he did
when he still worked for the Post Office, and we worked ever day. Dennis
would come over on weekends and lend a hand. The project was finished that
Memorial Day Weekend."
      Taylor had been lying on his back on the quilt. He suddenly sat
up. "Something tells me you're finally getting to the part where you first
see your dad's hot body."
      I nodded. "Close," I said. "My Aunt Linda, Dennis' wife, and my Mom
suddenly announced that they were going on a shopping trip. They were going
to leave the afternoon we finished the shower house and not return until
the next day.
      "I remember thinking, `holy fucking shit, this could not get any
better!' I was wrong. It did get better. As it turned out, I was able not
only to see my father naked, but my uncle as well. Remember, Dad was just
forty at the time; Dennis was thirty-three. Younger than I am now," I said.
      "Our month long project finished, the three of us sat out in the yard
for a time enjoying some cold beer. Even though I was just sixteen, Dad let
me enjoy myself. A few drinks later the decision to try out the new shower
came up and was quickly voted on.
      We headed inside the shower house. Dad was the first to jump out of
his clothes. There I was dry mouth and getting harder by the second as I
watched the man of my dreams slip out of his clothes. I was so intrigued
with his body that I jumped when Dennis said something to me."
      "He said, `you really like that, don't you?'"
      Taylor interrupted me with, "Hell, yeah, you liked it! It had to be
the hottest thing ever."
      "Oh, it was. Dad was standing under one shower letting the water run
down his body, matting the hair on his chest as it traveled downward. All
that wet thick hair was making me so hard I was in pain.
      "Then suddenly Dennis was naked and standing under the second
shower. Oh my God, Taylor! Not only had I finally managed to see my dad's
hot body, I now had the delight of enjoying my uncle's as well. More body
hair than I had ever seen at any one time ever. It was fucking awesome!"
      "Fuck, you are making me so horny, Steve!" Taylor cried.
      I leaned over and wrapped my fingers around his cock. A thick strand
of pre cum was running along one side of his thick shaft.
      "Maybe we should stop a minute and take care of this," I suggested.
      "A little more, please," he begged. "What happened next?"
      I let my mind travel back in time.
      "Both Dad and Dennis told me to get undressed and hit the shower with
them. Well, would you believe I made up some dumb excuse why I couldn't. I
was so fucking hard, and suddenly I was ashamed to let them see me with a
hard-on.
      "Dennis realized at once what the real problem was, and he told me
not to be bothered, that it was natural for guys to get hard. He said it
happens all the time. Even Dad agreed with him.
      "I looked at my dad and discovered he was getting hard as the water
massaged his body. I saw his dick slowly move through his thick bush and
stretch out into a full blown hard-on.
      "Then I looked at Dennis and saw he was just as hard. Well, that did
it for me. I jumped out of my clothes and quickly joined them.
      "Dad's words were gentle and kind. He said it was natural for men to
have these feelings, and there was nothing wrong with us showing our
love. He pulled me into a hug, and the water began moving down my body same
as it was Dad's. Dennis came up from behind and hugged the both of us. Now,
I was in the middle of two very hairy and soaked bodies. I'm surprised I
didn't cum right there on the spot."
      "Both men mentioned the amount of body hair that I had. They thought
for a sixteen year old, that I probably had more than any other boy my age
for miles around. It seemed that hair excited them as much as it did me.
      "Dennis soon pulled away, and I asked Dad if I could touch his cock."
      Taylor suddenly jumped up.
      "Okay, that does it! Steve, I need your ass."
      Dad had made sure that each quilt had a good sized bottle of lube on
it. I picked our bottle up. "My hole belongs to you." I tossed him the
bottle.
      I got on my knees and felt Taylor put his hand on my ass. He pulled
my cheeks a part and using a finger, he worked lube inside me. When he
removed his finger, I was more than ready for him to replace it with his
dick. When he pulled his long forefinger out, my hole suddenly felt empty.
      It was hot to watch him spread the gel heavily along his hard hairy
shaft. I loved the way the red hair covered his skin. I had never seen a
guy with red pubes before I met Taylor, other than in a few flicks, and of
course, some porno magazines. However, Taylor's color of red was much
brighter than any of the pictures revealed. The bush around his cock was
such a deep red it looked like a pasture of fire. Red hair covered his nut
sac as well, and those hairy balls never failed to make my dick hard.
      Taylor dropped the bottle and was suddenly behind me and on his
knees. I felt the tip of his dick touch me. I shuddered and leaned back,
forcing his thick head to enter me.
      "Oh, God," I groaned. "Slide in me, Taylor," I begged.
      I felt his thick red pubes scratch my flesh. I knew he was balls deep
inside me.
      "Fuck me, Taylor," I pleaded.
      He began to slowly fuck me, and immediately I felt pleasure coursing
its way through my body. Suddenly he stopped. His hands were on my hips,
and he pulled me tightly to him. I could feel his hairy balls at the
entrance of my hole.
      "Don't stop," I cried.
      "Have to," he said. "If I don't, I'm gonna cum. I'm not ready to," he
groaned. "Hearing you talk about the first time you saw your dad and uncle
has made me to horny. I'm not going to last," he warned.
      I pushed hard into him. "Well, there's way more to the story, and I
can promise you this, Taylor. What is left for me to tell will be way more
than enough to get you hard and excited again. Real soon," I added. "So, go
on, cum inside me," I said. "I promise, I'll have you hard and ready for
more action very soon."
      "Oh, fuck!" he cried.
      His cock thickened up, and I felt the first gush of hot cum coat the
walls of my ass. I forced my ass muscles to clamp down on the base of his
hairy root, forcing the rest of his spunk out and sucking it into my
eagerly waiting hole.
      "Shit!" he cried out. He fell against my body as if the life had been
crushed from him.
      The moment after orgasm is like none other, whether both of you cum
or not. In this case, Taylor had, and I was about to. I knew I had to plow
his ass and plow it hard.
      "Okay, Taylor, it's my turn."
      "Yeah, fuck me, Steve," he said.
      From across the yard we heard my father call out, "Okay, stop
whatever it is you're doing. It's time to draw from the coffee can again. I
said to stop NOW," he said once more.