Date: Wed, 19 Feb 2014 18:32:38 -0800 (PST)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Shower 56

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New Shower 56

10 Years later


Steve


	I turned off the main road and drove slowly as I followed the
graveled driveway that led to the house where I had lived for most of my
life. Other than the years I had been married, I had never lived anywhere
else. Silencing the engine of my truck, I leaned back and studied the
scenery through the windshield. No matter how long or short my journey, I
always felt a wave of peacefulness come over me when I returned.
	Suddenly my trip down Memory Lane came to an abrupt halt.
	"Are you going to stay in your truck all evening?"
	Returning to the present, I saw Dad standing on the back porch. The
man had turned seventy-two this year, yet he could pass for sixty. The only
recent change in my father's life concerned the all-male campground located
behind our house. Until this year Dad had put in a good fifty plus hours
each week. A few months back he surprised us by announcing he was going to
turn most of the responsibility over to my Uncle Dennis. My son Brandon was
now thirty, and his grandpa told him it was time he learned the
ropes. Dennis was to not only teach my son, but his partner Taylor as well.
	I reached the porch and greeted Dad with a kiss. Then I stepped
back and gave him a grin. "Not everyone can retire like you," I teased.
	"It is nice," Dad agreed.
	I followed him inside the house. "Something smells good," I said
looking around the kitchen.
	"Yeah, come to think of it, I think I work harder now than when I
spent so much time at the campground."
	I reached down and gave him a smack on the ass. "And we appreciate
it, too."
	Dad looked at the clock on the wall above the sink. "Supper's not
going to be ready for at least an hour." Falling silent, he gave me a grin.
	When I realized the real meaning of his words, I felt my cock crawl
through my pubes. I gave him a quick nod of understanding and followed him
up the stairs. I never turned down spending time alone with the man who had
brought me so much happiness over the years.
	Once we were inside Dad's bedroom, we went from kissing and holding
each other to suddenly finding ourselves in his bed, our naked flesh
pressed together.
	Dad kissed me hard, causing my body to fill with raw passion. Then
he pulled away and looked me directly in the eye.
	"Steve, I'm an old man. What the hell do you see in me? Wouldn't
you much rather be with Sandy?"
	Sandy was my partner. We had been together for almost ten years,
and even as much as I loved the man, my father had the ability to flood me
with such passion I could hardly breathe at times.
	I locked eyes with Dad and said, "You know how much I love Sandy,
Dad. Everyone in this house knows how I feel about the man. Just as they
all know how I feel about you," I added.
	"But I'm old," he repeated.
	I let my eyes roam up and down my father's body. Granted, the thick
hair on his chest was mostly white now, rather than the brown it used to
be. The same could be said about the hair on his head. It was completely
white. I looked down his body and took in the thick hair around his
dick. Some of the brown was still there, but like the rest of his fur,
white was the main color.
	One thing hadn't changed on my father. His cock was still the
same. I reached down and took hold of it. It may be attached to the body of
a seventy-two year old man, but nothing was different. He was just as thick
and hard as he had been when he was forty years old.
	"There is nothing old about this," I whispered.
	With one hand I slowly began to jack Dad. With the other, I pushed
my fingers through his chest hair.
	Dad moaned. "Your touch still drives me crazy, even after all these
years."
	He pulled back, causing me to let go of him.
	"Is something wrong?" I asked.
	Dad shook his head. "Not in the least," he answered. "I just never
tire of looking at your body."
	I watched as he took in my hairy chest. At forty-eight I still had
most of the brown remaining in my chest hair. I remember when Dad was my
age he began to have a few gray highlights in that area. I followed his
gaze down and studied the thick hair that spread out around my dick. All of
those curls were still a dark brown. There was no hint of gray in that
region as of yet.
	"You are so fucking hot, Steve," Dad breathed.
	His words caused the head of my dick to leak out a strand of
pre-cum. I suddenly wanted to feel Dad's lips around my cock.
	"Suck me, Dad," I begged.
	"Suck me," Dad echoed.
	In seconds we were in position. My nose was buried in the midst of
my father's bush, his cock brushing the back of my throat. At the same
time, I felt my dick being swallowed up as Dad quickly took it all in. I
felt his breath blowing through my pubes, causing the passion in my body to
rise another level.
	Dad began caressing my body. His touch caused such a weakness in me
that I pulled off his cock. All I could do was lay there and enjoy the
river of pleasure he was giving me.
	 I felt Dad's fingers travel through my chest hair. They stopped
their moving when they came to one of my nipples. He began teasing and
twisting it so that the nip became as hard as my cock. The feeling drove me
to fuck his mouth harder. I felt my hairy nut sac slam against his chin,
and watching my pubes pound his face stirred my balls into action. I felt
them begin to rumble, and it wasn't long until I shot inside his mouth.
	"I'm going to cum, Dad," I warned.
	He moaned, letting me know he was ready for my spunk. He wanted to
suck me dry.
	"Fuck!" I cried out.
	Dad sucked greedily as each rope of cum left my dick and landed in
his mouth. When I had finished shooting, he hadn't lost a drop of my spunk.
	"Damn, that was good," Dad said smacking his lips. "Your cum is
always the best, Steve," he said.
	I allowed myself to rest a minute and then said, "Fuck me, Dad. I
want that hard dick inside me."
	Dad reached for the lube on the table beside his bed. He squeezed
some out of the bottle and with his finger, began working the gel inside my
hole. Then he forced some more out of the tube and covered his hard rod,
making it shine.
	Telling me to stay on my back, Dad pulled my legs apart. I watched
him place the head against the entrance of my slippery hole. When I felt
him push his big head inside, my hole suddenly came alive. The walls of my
ass latched onto his shaft and sucked it all the way in. They didn't stop
until they had him buried balls deep, his hairy crotch pressed tightly
against my naked flesh. I could feel his hairy balls rubbing against me.
	"Yeah, Dad, fuck me hard," I pleaded.
	"You like my cock inside you, don't you, Steve?" Dad began driving
me hard, his dick stretching my ass to the limit.
	"Fuck yeah, I like your cock in my ass," I moaned.
	Still fucking me, Dad leaned down and planted a kiss on my mouth. I
returned his kiss and felt his cock shudder inside of me.
	"Your ass feels so fucking good, Steve," he groaned.
	I began rising to meet his thrusts, forcing his dick to go
deeper. A loud moan escaped him.
	"I'm going to cum!" he warned.
	"Fill me, Dad," I cried. "Give me your load," I begged.
	I felt each spurt of Dad's hot cum shoot inside my ass. When he had
finished, I rose up and hugged him to me. The movement pushed his cock
through the middle of his hot creamy load.
	"God, I love your cum in me, Dad," I whispered.
	"I love giving it to you," he whispered back.
	Dad remained in me for a few moments. He lay silently on top of me,
neither of us talking. My father was the first to speak.
	"It's been a good life, Steve."
	My eyes had been closed. I suddenly opened them. "Been?"
	"Still is," he corrected.
	"You had better say that." I forced the muscles in my ass to grip
his dick. It had gone soft, and the action pushed him out.
	"See what you did? You created a mess on the sheets."
	"It's not my cum," I said giving him a grin.
	"No, it's not. You, however, are the cause of the mess," he
reminded.
	"Then I'll do the laundry."
	Lying beside me, Dad said, "Steve, just now, when I referred to our
life as having been good, I just meant that, while I would never have
dreamed it years ago when you were just a boy, I couldn't have been
happier. Hell, I'm still happy," he added.
	I suddenly thought of my mother.
	"It seems like Mom's been gone a lifetime," I said.
	"Going on twenty years," Dad replied.
	"Dad, did you ever wonder if she had any idea how close the two of
us were?"
	Dad shook his head. "She knew we were close. She was grateful that
we were. The night she died she told me she was thankful to be leaving the
two of us together. She wanted us to be there for each other."
	I nodded and said, "I know."
	"Your mom was the best, Steve. As much as I love you and as much as
I enjoy the sex between us, I would never have caused her any pain."
	"I realize that, Dad. Neither would I," I added.
	Dad leaned over and gave me a kiss. "I'd love to stay here and
chat, but if I don't get a move on, the rest of the family is going to be
showing up. They wouldn't be too happy if their supper wasn't waiting for
them."
	"I'll get up and help you," I offered.
	Dad jumped back into his clothes. "No need," he answered. "I've got
it under control. You might think about hitting the shower," he
suggested. "You have an ass full of cum."
	I watched as my father left the bedroom, pulling the door shut
behind him. I was grateful that he had his health. I think his turning
seventy-two had been harder on me than him. The two of us had been close
for so many years, and now for whatever reason, I had begun to wonder how I
would survive, should something ever happen to him.
	Forcing those thoughts from me, I jumped out of bed and headed for
Dad's bath. He was right. I needed a shower in the worst way. The scent
coming from my naked body left no doubt that I had just been fucked. The
fragrance of cum filled the room.
	I adjusted the water temperature and quickly stepped under the
spray. The little needles began penetrating my skin, leaving me relaxed and
beginning to feel clean once again.
	My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a voice.
	"Hey, what's going on in here?"
	I pulled the shower curtain back and discovered Dennis standing
there. Suddenly a wide grin covered my uncle's face.
	"If I didn't know better, I'd say I smell cum," he announced.
	"Well, you should know that what you smell is usually what it is,"
I greeted.
	"Mind if I join you?"
	Before I could give him an answer, Dennis had stripped naked. He
stepped behind the curtain and stood in front of me.
	"Hey, Kid," he said.
	Like I always did when he called me that name, I asked him how long
he was going to continue calling me `Kid'. "After all, I'm going to be
fifty in a couple of years," I reminded.
	"You'll always be `Kid' to me." Saying those words, my uncle leaned
over and planted a kiss on my mouth.
	I eagerly returned the kiss, working my tongue inside his
mouth. Suddenly I pulled away and stepped back a step.
	"Whoa, something's growing between us."
	I looked down my uncle's body. He had turned sixty-five a short
time back, yet he was as hot and good looking as ever. In fact the years
had been good to him, and to me, he seemed better looking than ever. The
hair on his chest, while still containing black, was gradually being taken
over by thick white strands.  I placed a hand on his chest and allowed my
fingers to slowly travel down his body. They stopped when they reached the
edge of the forest. Those thick curls told me I was about to enter his
pleasure region.
	I studied his bush, and as always, my mouth watered seeing the wide
spread of its growth. My uncle's pubes had always been black like the ace
of spades, and now at sixty-five, they were still pretty much the same
color. There were a few gray curls mixing in, trying to make themselves
noticeable. From the middle of all this hair stood his thick cock. I
wrapped my fingers around the hard shaft and began to slowly stroke the
man.
	"God, you still know how to get me going, Kid. Even after all this
time," Dennis added.
	"I've had many years to practice," I replied.
	"I've heard that practice makes perfect. In your case, very true."
	I began to jack my uncle faster, while at the same time, I pressed
my mouth against his lips. I worked my tongue inside and began tongue
fucking, matching tongue stroke with fist stroke. It wasn't long before his
breathing became faster. I knew Dennis wouldn't last much longer.
	I stopped jacking his dick and dropped to my knees. I wrapped my
lips around his cock head and greedily swallowed the entire thing. I didn't
stop until my nose was buried inside his pubes. Ah, such smell, I thought.
	I immediately felt the man's hands on the back of my head. He
forced his dick deeper inside my mouth, and soon his hairy balls were
slamming against my neck. He was fucking my mouth with everything he had in
him.
	"Fuck," he suddenly groaned. He warned me he was close.
	"Yeah, Unc, feed me your spunk."
	I felt his cock thicken up. When the first rope hit the back of my
throat, I sucked it down, enjoying the creamy taste. Several more shots
followed, and I enjoyed them the same way. After his dick had finished
erupting inside my mouth, I remained cradling it with my lips. Finally I
stood to my feet. I gave him the kiss of cum.
	Pulling away from me, Dennis licked his lips. Then he said, "Let's
take care of you, Kid."
	Although I was fairly hard, I told him I was all right. "Dad just
fucked me royally before you got here. I shot a big load myself."
	Dennis wrapped his fist around my dick. "Are you certain about
that, Kid?"
	"You can do me later," I said turning to face the water. "Right now
I had better get my ass down to help Dad finish supper."
	"You can definitely count on a good fucking later."
	I soaped my body and scrubbed it hard. Then I rinsed the suds off
and traded places with my uncle. I stepped from the shower and reached for
a towel. After drying my body, I remained in the bathroom waiting for
Dennis to finish his shower.
	When he pulled the curtain back, he seemed surprised I was still
there.
	"I thought you were going to help your dad with supper."
	"I will. Just wanted to get one more look at that hot body of
yours," I said giving him a grin.
	"Yeah, right." He reached for his towel and began drying his body.
	"You are hot," I assured him.
	Dennis dried his feet and legs off and stepped from the tub. "You
must be blind. In case you haven't noticed, Kid, I've become an old man."
	"You're a long way from being an old man," I disagreed.
	"Yeah, whatever."
	"I take it you must have left Brandon and Taylor at the
campground," I said changing the subject.
	Dennis finished drying off, and we walked into Dad's bedroom. My
uncle headed for the closet, and I went to the door.
	"I did," he answered me. "Actually, I've been talking with Dave
about those two. We both agree they are ready to take it over. Along with
you," he added.
	"I still have seven more years to work at the post office," I
reminded him.
	"True. For the most part Brandon and Taylor can handle things. Just
a little help from you on weekends, and they should be fine."
	I opened the bedroom door and walked into the hall. Then changing
my mind, I came back in and shut the door.
	"Dennis, is everything okay with Dad?"
	My uncle had a surprised look come on his face. "Why would you ask
that, Steve? Is he ill?"
	I shook my head. "If he is, he's not said anything to me. My reason
for asking is that lately he seems to be dwelling on the fact he's getting
old."
	"Hell, we're all getting old, Kid," Dennis pointed out.
	"I know. Just promise me something, Dennis. If you suspect
anything, anything at all, let me know."
	Dennis walked over and planted a kiss on my mouth. "I feel sure
Dave is alright, Steve. However, you have my word. If I find anything not
right with your father, I will tell you."
	"Thanks, Uncle Dennis. I love you, man."
	"Love you too, Kid. Now, get your ass covered and get downstairs,"
he ordered.


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	We had just finished our evening meal. Sandy sat beside me at the
kitchen table. The rest of the family was there as well. To Sandy's right
was Dennis. Brandon and Taylor were to his right. Dad was sitting to my
left, making him head of the table.
	Dad pushed his plate to the side. He cleared his throat and began
speaking.
	"Before we leave the table, there's something I want to say. I
realize that I've sort of become a silent partner. I've pulled away and
turned most of the responsibility over to you guys." He looked at me and
then turned and faced Brandon and Taylor.
	"Dennis and I have been talking, and we both feel the three of you
are ready to take over the campground. I realize, Steve that you have a few
more years to work. I feel that Taylor and Brandon are ready to take over
the ropes. With a little help from you and Dennis," he added.
	"Yeah, I can hang in there a few more years," Dennis
said. "However, Kid, I'll be more than willing to turn things over to you
when you've finished with the post office."
	"Not that Brandon and Taylor need much supervising," Dad
interjected. "However, I've had another thought; one that I'd like to run
by you guys. It's hard working twenty-four/seven. We all realize that." He
focused directly on Brandon and Taylor. "Don't get me wrong. I have
absolutely no doubt the two of you could pull it off. Still, it wouldn't be
fair to you guys. So, here is what I propose. I'd like to hire a couple of
people to help out. If we would do that, then you two wouldn't have to run
back after you eat supper and work. I'm thinking of giving you two evenings
off with a full day in the middle. Would everyone be okay with that?" he
asked.
	"Damn, fellows, you had better latch onto that deal," Dennis
declared.
	Dad turned to me. "You okay with that, Steve?"
	I assured him I had no problem. "I like your suggestion," I told
him.
	"Good, then it's settled. I'll start the process tomorrow."
	I watched as my son stood up from the table and said, "Okay,
Taylor, it's time to hit the road. You have a store to open back up."
	After Brandon and Taylor were gone, Dad said, "Steve, why don't you
and Sandy disappear for a while? I'm sure Dennis would be willing to help
me clean the kitchen."
	I looked at Sandy and said, "How about hitting the hot tub?" I
suggested. "Tuesday nights are usually pretty slow this time of year," I
added.
	"Let's do it," Sandy said standing to his feet.
	"Looks like the two of you have bought a little alone time
together," I said giving them each a grin. "No fooling around. I don't want
to come back and see the dishes not finished."
	"Don't worry, Kid," my uncle spoke up. "I know for a fact that I
got my rocks off earlier, and I'm pretty sure the same can be said of your
dad as well. We'll behave while you guys are gone."
	I waited for Sandy to run upstairs and jump into a pair of
shorts. He was still dressed in his work clothes. He returned shortly with
a couple of towels, and we left the house.
	Early fall weather had begun to settle around us. The early evening
was pleasant, and we decided to walk to the hot tub.
	I reached for Sandy's hand. "Hey," I said with a smile.
	"Hey yourself."
	"I'm really glad you're a part of my life, Sandy. I can't imagine
not having you with me."
	He returned my smile. "Same here," he said.
	We walked through the main gate of the campground and stopped by
the store.
	"How're things going?" I asked Taylor.
	"Slow night," he answered.
	"Thought it might be. Sandy and I are heading for the hot tub. I
guess there's not much chance you could join us?"
	"Nope. Besides, you know how my boss is. He's always on my ass
about something."
	"Come to think about it, I hear him discussing your ass rather
frequently," Sandy teased him.
	"Well said, Sandy. Spoken like a real smartass," Taylor added with
a wicked grin.
	I reached back and popped my lover on the butt. "This part of Sandy
is smart," I said. "Smart because it knows exactly how to make my cock feel
good."
	Taylor walked over and put one arm on my shoulder and the other on
Sandy. "Don't be in any hurry to leave the hot tub," he said. "I'll see if
I can talk my boss into letting me off a little early this evening." He
kissed us both on the mouth.
	"You do that," I said.
	I reached down and rubbed his crotch. I felt his cock. He was
hard. I continued rubbing it for a few seconds and then pulled my hand
away.
	"Keep that in mind as you work the store," I said.
	"I definitely will. You're a dirty ole man," he told me.
	"Dirty, perhaps. Old? Never!"
	"We'll be waiting," Sandy called as we walked out the door.
	Holding hands once again, Sandy and I walked slowly through the
campground. Taylor had been right. It was a slow night. This time of year
most of the campers were weekend guests. A few of the cabins had lights
shining through the windows. Most of them, however, were dark.
	"I love a quiet night," Sandy spoke up from my side.
	"It is nice," I agreed. I took a deep breath and added, "Don't you
just love the clean air?"
	"It is nice," he agreed.
	We stopped at the first of the camp's two hot tubs. We hurried up
the ramp and walked underneath the closed- in area. We weren't surprised to
find that we were the only two people there. It didn't take us long to be
out of our clothes and into the warm water. I reached over and turned the
jets on, causing the water to swirl around our naked bodies.
	"Oh, yeah," Sandy sighed sitting down next to me.
	"It is nice," I agreed. I leaned into his body, feeling his naked
flesh against mine.
	I laid my head back against the outer edge of the tub and closed my
eyes. I stretched my left hand out until it was resting on the upper part
of Sandy's leg. I pushed my palm back until I could feel his thick bush
moving with the water current. I gave those blond curls a gentle tug.
	"What are you doing?"
	"Nothing. I'm just enjoying the feel of wet hair," I said.
	"You are one sick pervert," Sandy declared.
	"Yeah, and you like my perverseness, don't you?"
	"It definitely has its advantages," he assured me.
	I leaned over and kissed him on the mouth. My hand remained against
his bush, and I felt his cock thicken up. I moved up and gave it a couple
of tugs.
	"If this thing keeps growing, I'm going to show you just how
perverted I am," I warned him.
	"Then keep on kissing me." Sandy placed his lips on my mouth once
more.
	For a while we remained still, enjoying the kiss we shared. The
longer the kiss lasted, the harder I felt his dick become.
	In the middle of the kiss, my body shuddered. Sandy reached across
and took hold of my dick. The surprise of his touch took my breath away. He
reached down and gave my hairy nut sac a gentle tug. I felt his fingers
slowly twist the hair that grew down from my balls.
	I suddenly pulled away, breaking our kiss. I raised my body up and
allowed it to slowly fall back down in the water, this time on Sandy's
lap. His cock hit my hole like the center of a bull's eye. The water was
all the lube needed. I slid down until the cheeks of my ass were resting
against his wet bush.
	"We aren't supposed to fuck in the water," he reminded.
	Damn, Sandy was right. Not much pissed my father off, but sex in
the hot tub was one thing that would do the trick. He had been known to
throw guys out of the campground over the years, and most of those times
had been because he had discovered them having sex in the tub.
	I pulled off Sandy and stood to my feet. I motioned for him to
stand behind me. When he did, I told him to stick his dick in me. When I
felt his bush against my cheeks once more, I rose up and leaned over the
side of the tub. The upper half of my body was on the deck. My ass was at
the edge of the tub, filled with my lover's cock.
	"God," Sandy moaned.
	"Fuck my hole, Sandy," I pleaded. "Stretch my hairy chute."
	Sandy placed his hands on my lower back and began thrusting his
body into mine. His seven-inch thick cock stretched my ass to the point I
thought I might die from the pleasure it was giving me.
	"I had a feeling the two of you would be fucking."
	Startled, I raised my head and discovered Brandon standing in front
of me.
	"Why don't you join us?" I asked. My words came out a bit slow,
caused from the pounding Sandy was giving my ass.
	I watched as my son quickly jumped out of his clothes. At thirty,
Brandon was in the prime of being hot and desirable. It had taken him a few
years, but he had finally succeeded in developing the same pattern of body
hair that his grandpa and I had. The same thick chest hair covered his
upper body and looked exactly like mine. The only difference in him and me
was that his fur, although brown like mine, was darker. Brandon created
excitement in me by just walking across the floor.
	He knelt before me and kissed me on the mouth. The brush of his
lips against mine, the fucking motion he made with his tongue as he worked
it inside me, caused the ache in my dick to grow stronger.
	Brandon soon broke away from me and stepped into the tub. I was
able to turn my head enough to allow me to see him stand behind
Sandy. While my lover continued fucking my ass, I saw my son reach around
Sandy. His hands went to each of Sandy's nips and began teasing them. The
circular movement he made caused the nipples to become hard and erect. I
felt the effect immediately. Sandy's cock filled out even more, causing the
tunnel of my ass to stretch to the limit.
	Brandon must have pulled Sandy close to him, because suddenly my
lover gave a shout.
	"Fuck, Brandon, you're going to cause me to shoot inside your dad's
ass. I love your hairy body rubbing against me."
	"Fill my hole, Sandy," I cried. "Give me your load," I begged.
	The cock in my ass, Sandy's cock, gave a shudder, and I felt the
first of his man cream shoot inside me. God, how I loved getting his spunk
up my ass. The pump in his dick had to be the strongest in my family. By
far, his cum hit me the hardest when it erupted inside me.
	When Sandy had finished, he lay with his chest against my
back. Unlike the rest of us, Sandy had the least amount of chest
hair. Where the rest of us were covered thickly with fur, Sandy had just a
scarce amount that gradually formed a light treasure trail down to his
crotch. Next to me now, I could feel those wet hairs tickle my back. I
forced my ass muscles to clamp down around the base of his hairy root,
causing him to cry out.
	"Shit!"
	"I hope not." I turned my head around and gave him a grin.
	"Maybe not shit," he said. "You forced my dick from you," he added.
	Brandon pushed him to the side, saying, "Give me that ass."
	My son pulled my legs apart. I felt his tongue working its way
inside my cum-filled hole.
	"God, Brandon, what are you doing?"
	He raised his head and said, "I'm going to suck Sandy's cum out and
fuck you with it," he told me.
	"Fuck, that's hot," Sandy groaned. "I want to watch this."
	My son went back to sucking my ass. Soon he pulled away. I heard
him spitting into the palm of his hand. A short time later I felt the head
of his dick against my slippery hole.
	"You ready for my dick, Dad?" he asked.
	"Fuck me, Son," I groaned.
	The cum on his cock, as well as what was left in my ass, made it
easy for Brandon to bottom out. His nut sac, as hairy as my own, was soon
rubbing against me. I felt his pubes as they ground against my body.
	"Damn, your ass is good tonight, Dad," Brandon groaned.
	"Steve, it's hot watching your son fuck you," Sandy
moaned. "Especially knowing he is slamming through my cum," he added.
	My son continued fucking me like the young stallion he was. I could
have kept his cock inside me the rest of the night. However, even for young
studs, the pleasure has to end. I heard Brandon cry out.
	"Fuck, I'm going to shoot."
	I felt my son's dick adding his cum to my lover's spunk. Between
the two men, both had attacked my prostate long enough. My dick was
sandwiched between my body and the deck. It suddenly exploded between the
two.
	"Damn!" I cried out.
	As I lay there with my son's cock buried inside my slippery hole,
my body began to shake like crazy. I couldn't control a single muscle. All
I could do was lay there and jerk as intense pleasure began travelling
throughout my body.
	From beside me, Sandy said, "I see cum running out from under your
body."
	"No shit, Sherlock," I said when I could finally speak.
	Brandon pulled out of me and made his way up my body. He turned my
head so he could give me a kiss.
	"I love you, Dad," he said quietly.
	"I love you, Son. I love both of you," I added taking in Sandy as
well.
	With cum in my ass, I crawled out of the tub and reached for my
towel. The early night air was beginning to cool down, but it was still
comfortable. I dried my body off, and wrapping the towel around me, took a
seat. I watched as my son and my lover sat down in the water once again.
	Between the hot tub and getting fucked twice, I was ready for a
short nap. I closed my eyes, giving way to darkness.
	I woke up sometime later and was surprised to find that Taylor had
joined us.
	"When did you arrive on the scene?" I asked him.
	"I've been here for a while," he answered.
	"Long enough to fuck me," Brandon said. He was in one of the
loungers beside me.
	"And I missed it?"
	"And you know how much noise your son makes when he's getting
fucked," Sandy reminded me.
	"Damn. I wish I had seen that."
	"Wait around a while, and I'm sure these two will recover and have
another go at it. You know how young studs are," Sandy said.
	"Yeah, I do," I sighed. "I was young once."
	Brandon reached over and placed a hand on my crotch. I felt my dick
jerk under the towel.
	"You're still a stud," my son praised.
	Sandy got out of the water and joined us. He wrapped his towel
around him and sat on the other side of me.
	"You are the stud," he agreed.
	I looked at each one of them. "We do have a good life here, don't
we?"
	"We do," my son said. The others echoed his words.