Date: Wed, 26 Feb 2014 16:20:59 -0800 (PST)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Shower 57

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New Shower 57


One Year Later


Steve



	I rolled over in bed and discovered Sandy asleep beside me. It was
Saturday, as well as one of the few days during the week we could sleep
in. A sheet covered my partner, and I could see his morning wood poking
underneath it. Feeling a bit on the wicked side, I pulled the sheet away
from him. His cock was at full mast, surrounded by thick blond pubes. Dried
flakes of cum from having sex the night before were clinging to the curls.

	I leaned over and placed my lips around his swollen shaft. I began
to slowly make my way downward until I was breathing the hot fragrance of
his crotch. The scent of old sex created a strong desire in me. I wanted
that cock inside me, and the sooner the better.

	"Hey, what's going on?"

	"Shush. Go back to sleep and finish your dream," I whispered.

	"Gladly," he said closing his eyes.

	I attacked Sandy's dick like a hungry man, lapping at every hard
inch that stretched out from his body. Licking the head, I savored the
taste as if it were an ice cream cone. The nectar leaking from the head was
the sweetest ever.

	It wasn't long before Sandy's eyes were opened again. He sat up in
bed and pushed me off him.

       "I am so going to fuck your ass," he told me.

       I fell on my back with my legs spread open. "Fuck me," I said. His
cum from the night before was still inside me. Sandy would have no trouble
sliding into my ass.

       He crawled between my legs, but rather than enter me, my lover lay
on top me. His face in front of me, Sandy placed a warm kiss on my
lips. His touch only added to the burning desire I was already
experiencing.

       "I love you so much, Steve," he said softly.

       "I love you too, Sandy."

       Sandy finally broke our kiss and made his way down my body. I felt
his hard dick throbbing between my legs. He pressed the head against my
slippery hole. Suddenly I could feel every inch of his thick meat inside my
ass. The tip rubbed against my prostate.

       "Fuck." The word could hardly be heard as it slipped softly from my
lips.

       "That's what I'm going to do," Sandy groaned. "I'm going to fuck
your brains out."

       "Yeah, pound me. I want you to split my ass wide open." I couldn't
keep from moaning as Sandy began driving his cock home.

       He attacked my prostate in such a way it wasn't long until I felt
like I might cum. I told my lover he was about to make me shoot. My words
pushed him over the edge. I felt his dick shudder inside my ass.

       Sandy cried out, "I'm going to shoot my load!"

       "God!"

       Before I could say anything else, my dick began shooting a morning
load onto my chest. It ended up we both came at the same time. Not only was
my ass full of spunk, but me chest as well. The load I shot slowly began to
mat my chest hair, causing it to stick to my skin.

       With his cock still buried in me, Sandy lay on top of me. When his
stomach touched mine, the two of us stuck together.

       "We're sticking together," he said giving me a grin.

       "Wouldn't have it any other way."

       We remained together for a time. Finally Sandy rose up and kissed
me. He crawled off my body and slid out of bed.

       "I could stay here all day," he said.

       I sat on the side of the bed. "I know. However, you promised Dad you
would go with him across the state line to get those supplies for the
campground. You're such a good son-in-law," I praised him.

       "It's quite a trip. The man doesn't have any business making it
alone."

       "I can't believe he had to go out of state to get what he needed," I
said standing to my feet."

       Sandy pulled me to him. Giving me a kiss, he said, "If you'll hurry,
we'll have time for a quick shower before I have to leave."

       "Let's do it."

       I followed him out of the room.





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       When Sandy and I walked into the kitchen, we were met by Dad and
Dennis. Dad announced breakfast was ready, and the four of us took seats
around the table.

       Dad took a sip of coffee and said, "Sandy, I appreciate you making
the trip with me today. I tried to get the things I need here, but all of
the usual places were out and didn't know when the stuff would be in."

       "I'm glad to help you out, Dave." Sandy gave my father a smile.

       Dad looked from Sandy to me and said, "I hope you both know how I
feel about you. Sandy, I couldn't love you any more if you were my own
blood. You make my son happy, it's plain to see."

       Sandy appeared to be embarrassed by my father's words.

       "I know, I'm making you feel uncomfortable. For that, I
apologize. It's just that we get so busy around here at times, and I never
want you to think I'm taking advantage of you. Either of you," he added,
taking all of us in with a glance.

       "We know you love us, Dave," Dennis said. He gave his brother-in-law
a big grin. "It helps that all of us have big cocks," he teased.

       When the meal was over, I offered to clean the kitchen up.

       "I'll help the kid," Dennis said. "The two of you have a long
trip. The sooner you leave, the quicker you'll return. The days are already
beginning to shorten up. I want the two of you back before dark.

       Dad gave my uncle a kiss and told him to quit bossing him. "That's
my job," he said with a grin.

       Coming to me, Dad said, "Don't let your uncle work you too hard."

       When I kissed Dad, the strangest feeling traveled through my body. I
watched as he and Sandy headed for the door. As they opened it, I called
out, "Dad?"

       My father turned back around.

       "Is everything okay, Dad?"

       My father's face took on a look of surprise.

       "Why wouldn't it be, Steve?"

       I shook my head. "I'm not sure. I just sort of have a bad feeling
about this trip."

       Sandy came back and stood before me. He had a look of concern on his
face.

       "Are you okay, Steve?"

       I nodded. "I'm fine."

       "And we will be as well," he assured me. Looking at me closer, he
said, "I'll give you a call when we're on our way back home. Okay?"

       I gave Sandy another kiss. "Okay," I said. "I love you. Both of
you," I added.

       "We love you too," Dad said and walked out the door.

       Sandy was the last to leave, pulling the door shut after him.

       Dennis turned to me. "What's with you, Kid? I've never seen you act
this way before."

       I shrugged. "I'm not sure."

       I cleared off the table and watched as Dennis began loading the
dishwasher.

       "I had a dream last night, Dennis."

       Dennis closed the door to the dishwasher and straightened up. "We
all have dreams," he said. "What was so special about this dream?"

       "Mom and Aunt Linda." The words were so soft coming out of me they
were barely audible.

       "Excuse me?"

       "I dreamed about the day Mom and Aunt Linda went shopping," I
repeated.

       "The point is?"

       I could hear a bit to tension in my uncle's tone.

       Shaking my head I said, "I have no idea what the point is, Dennis."

       "Then let's get busy. We have work to do before those two return."

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       I spent the day working alongside Dennis. When Dad decided to hand
the reins over to my uncle, the man took it seriously. Like Dad use to do,
Dennis always had a long list of things for us to complete. Some items on
his list were necessary, while others were more in the "just because I want
to" category. The list today seemed more like the "just because I want to"
items.

       Around four o'clock that afternoon Dennis told me I could break it
off and head for the house.

       "You stink," he said.

       "Have you sniffed yourself lately?" I teased back.

       "I'm not in the habit of smelling myself."

       I was covered in dirt and decided to use the shower house outside. I
hurried into the building and quickly stripped my clothes off. I stepped
under the hot spray and let the needles do their work. Lost in the comfort
of body massage, I was startled to hear the shower house door open. Opening
my eyes, I discovered Brandon standing in the doorway.

       "Hey," I greeted.

       "Hey, yourself. Mind if I join you?"

       "By all means. It's been a while since we've showered together."

       I admired my son's body as he began undressing. Brandon had always
had a lean body, but the years he had spent working around the campground
had buffed him up.

       Naked, Brandon joined me. I stepped to the side, allowing him room
under the steamy spray.

       He gave me a grin and said, "Hello."

       "Hello yourself." I leaned over and kissed him on the mouth.

       I felt my son's arms circle me. He pulled my body close to his.

       "Are you okay, Dad?" he asked.

       "I am now that you're here."

       "Is something wrong? You've not seemed yourself today."

       "I'm all right, Brandon. Really, I am," I added when I saw the doubt
in his eyes.

       Looking down, he gave me a grin. "Then I must be losing my touch. I
can't remember when I've been naked and this close to you before and you've
not been hard."

       I reached down and took hold of his cock. I might not have been
hard, but Brandon definitely was.

       "Perhaps our friend here needs a garage to pull into. What do you
think?"

       "I think our friend would like that a lot." His cock twitched as
Brandon spoke the words.

       I reached for a bar of soap and coated my son's cock in white
suds. Then I lathered up my hand and worked suds inside my hole.

       "Okay, I'm ready for you," I told him.

       I turned with my back facing my son and leaned over. "Shove your
dick inside me," I told him.

       I felt Brandon slide his soapy dick along my wet crack. When he
touched my hole with the head, it caused me to shiver.

       "Yeah, fuck me, Son," I begged.

       "I want to feel your hot ass around my dick," he groaned.

       My son pushed all the way inside me. I could feel his heavy balls
pressed wetly against my skin. I leaned back into his body. His bush
scratched my flesh.

       "I love feeling your cock fur rubbing against me," I groaned.

       My son put his hands on my hips and began pounding my body hard. He
was almost brutal, and at times I thought he was going to knock me to the
concrete floor. He continued fucking me that way, and before long I felt
his dick shake between the walls of my ass. I knew he was about to fill me
with son juice.

       "That's right, Brandon," I moaned. "Fill me with your cream."

       "Oh fuck!" he cried out. "Here it comes!"

       I groaned when I felt the first hot wave of cum splash inside
me. "Yes," I yelled as I felt more of his load erupt inside my ass.

       Finished firing into my hole, Brandon leaned over enough to allow
his body to come in contact with mine.

       "Shit," he said softly.

       Brandon remained against my back until I began to slowly raise
up. His cock slipped out of my cum-filled hole bringing some of his spunk
with it.

       He patted his butt cheeks and asked, "You ready to fuck this, Dad?"

       "It's very tempting. However, I think I'll save it for later."

       "Are you sure about that?" Brandon had a look of disappointment on
his face.

       I thought about telling him to bend over. Then I changed my
mind. "I'm good," I assured him. "Tell you what. Let's make a date for
later. Okay?"

       My son's cock had finally gone soft. He lifted it up with his
fingers and said, "I definitely got what I wanted. I'm okay. For now," he
added giving me a grin.

       I washed his cum from my ass and gave my body a good scrubbing. A
short time later both of us walked naked to the house and jumped into our
clothes.

       When Dad cooked, he went at it in a big way. If he made a casserole,
he usually made several and put them in the freezer. Before he and Sandy
had left on their trip, he had pulled one from the freezer and asked if I
could put it in the oven for supper. That was my next order of business.

       Brandon offered to help, and when I told him I could handle it, my
son returned to the campground store to give Taylor a hand.

       I put the dish in the oven and tossed a salad together, making our
dinner complete. Just as I lifted the dish from the over, my uncle walked
into the kitchen from outside.

       "Hey, Kid, how's it going in here?" he asked.

       I told him the meal was ready.

       "How about we load things up and join Brandon and Taylor for
supper?" he asked.

       That sounded good to me, and I told him so. We carted everything out
to the store.

       "What's this?" Taylor greeted as we came inside.

       "We're joining you two tonight," Dennis told him.

       "Bring it on," Brandon called. "I'm famished," he declared.

       "Being famished wouldn't have anything to do with your shower
earlier, would it?" My uncle couldn't keep from grinning.

       "One never knows, does one?" Brandon could keep up with Dennis any
day of the week.

       We had just finished our meal when the campground telephone rang. I
answered it and discovered Sandy on the other end.

       "Hey, Steve," he greeted me.

       "Where are you guys?"

       "We're about an hour or so from home," he answered.

       "I guess everything's okay?" I still couldn't shake a feeling that
something might not be right with them.

       "We're good," Sandy assured me. "In fact, your dad is in rare
form. I've never seen him in this light before. We've had a really good
time today."

       "Is he able to talk?"

       I could hear Sandy handing his cell phone over to my father.

       "Hey, Steve. How's things on your end?"

       I couldn't help but feel relieved when I heard Dad's voice. Suddenly
I realized I had nothing to worry about. Dad was okay. Sandy was okay. The
two of them would be home soon.

       "Things are good, Dad. I want you to know something. Dennis has
worked my ass off today."

       "That's too bad," Dad said in my ear. "I won't be able to fuck you
tonight.

Guess I'll have to find some other ass instead."

       "Trust me, by the time you arrive my ass will be fully intact."

       Dad's laugh made me feel even better.

       "I love you, Dad."

       "Love you too, Son. Here's Sandy."

       I heard them transferring the phone once again.

       "Didn't I tell you he was in rare form?" Sandy asked.

       "You were right. Sandy, I'm really anxious to see you. I love you."

       "I love you. See you soon, Steve."

       "You've worried all day for nothing," Dennis said when my telephone
call had ended.

       "I know. Sorry for being such a wuss."

       "Hey, you're our wuss," Brandon said. He gave me a kiss. "We love
our wuss," he said as his eyes twinkled.

       Feeling much better, I began gathering the remains of our meal
up. "I'll stash the left overs in the fridge," I said heading for the door.

       "Need any help?" Dennis asked.

       "I'm good. This will keep me busy until our fellows land."

       "I'll stay here and keep these two in line."

       I laughed as I heard "these two" assure their uncle they had things
under control.