Date: Tue, 13 Mar 2012 21:27:34 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Shower, Part 7

This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males. If material of
this nature offends you then you should not read this story.  Additionally,
if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read
this story by law.
  This story is purely a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to person's
living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely
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Mark Stevens



New Shower, Part 7



	For the next two years Dad and I continued fucking each other and
Dennis would join us whenever he could. I loved being with them, loved
feeling their cocks buried deep inside me. I would fuck them as well, but
most of the time it was my ass they wanted. Mom and Aunt Linda were very
happy to take their monthly shopping trips, and the three of us, Dad, Uncle
Dennis, and me, were equally glad for them to go into the city for the
weekend.
	Then something happened that would change my life forever. During
my senior year in high school a new student joined our class. Her name was
Debbie, and from the first day she attended we became very good friends;
Friends who soon began dating.
	At first I wasn't sure how to tell my father, because I didn't want
my dating Debbie changing anything between him and me. I loved the time we
spent together, and I didn't want the sex between us to stop.
	One day after school I hurried home. I wanted to be there when my
father arrived from work.
	Mom was in the kitchen working on the evening meal when I entered
the house.
	"Hey, Mom," I greeted.
	She turned from the sink and gave me a smile. "How was school?"
	I shrugged my shoulders. "School," I replied. I grabbed a coke from
the frig. "When Dad gets home would you have him come up to my room?"
	She smiled and said, "Sure thing." Then frowning, she asked, "Is
everything okay?"
	I nodded. "It is; just have a couple of things I want his advice
on."
	I hurried up the stairs and into my room. I shut the door and fell
on the bed. I had finally made my mind up to tell Dad about Debbie, and now
that I had, I wanted it over with.
	I forced myself to relax and lay there with my eyes shut for
several minutes. Then there was a knock on the door.
	I sat up on the bed. "Come in," I called.
	The door opened and my father was suddenly standing inside the
room.
	"Your mom said you wanted to talk to me."
	"I do. Close the door please."
	I watched as the man I loved so very much push the door shut behind
him. He walked across the room and sat down on the bed.
	"What's on your mind, Steve?"
	"I need to tell you something."
	When I didn't continue, Dad placed a hand on my shoulder. "What is
it?" And like my mother had done, he also asked if everything was okay.
	I reached up and placed my hand on top of his. "I need to tell you
something."
	Again I fell silent and Dad said, "Steve, you can tell me
anything. You know that," he added softly.
	"I've met a girl." The words, once I finally said them, sounded low
and stilted to my ears.
	"As in `girl friend'?" he asked.
	"I hope you're not upset."
	Dad removed his hand from my shoulder, causing mine to drop back in
my lap. "I don't understand. Why the hell should that upset me?"
	How could I express to him I was concerned about the relationship
between the two of us? I looked at him. In my heart, I knew what I wanted
to say, but my lips had trouble finding the words. Finally I said, "I don't
want things to change between us. I want them to stay the way they are. The
closeness we share," I ended softly.
	Dad suddenly reached out and pulled me to him. In my ear he
whispered, "Steve, nothing is going to change between us, not unless you
want it to."
	"I just don't want to hurt you."
	Dad gave me another hug and then pulled back. Looking me straight
in the eye, he said, "Steve, I am here for you as long as you need me to
be. Yes, I love the time we spend together, the closeness we share; I will
always love that. However, as for you liking this girl or if you date her,
that will not bother me at all. Hell, I'm glad you are starting to move to
the next phase of your life. I love your mother; I will always love her,
and I will always love you. When it comes time for you to be in a
relationship, whether it's with this girl or someone else, I will still be
here, same as I am now."
	When I didn't speak, he asked, "Am I making sense to you? I hope to
hell I am," he added.
	"So you don't mind if I ask Debbie out for a date?"
	Dad gave me a smile. "Debbie's the lucky girl?" he asked.
	I nodded.
	"Not that you need it, but as they use to say in the old time
movies, `you have my blessing, Son'."
	I leaned over and planted a kiss on his mouth. "I love you so much,
Dad."
	"I love you, too, Steve."
	Dad's face suddenly took on a serious look. "Steve, I will be very
happy to continue playing with you; however, I want you to know, even
though I would miss it like crazy, should you ever decide to stop fucking
me, you will not hurt my feelings."
	I suddenly felt a heavy ball in the pit of my stomach. "No way in
hell is that going to happen," I assured him.
	I reached down and gave his cock a squeeze. I could feel it thicken
up behind his uniform pants. "For two years now I have enjoyed feeling
this, and I don't intend to stop now."
	Dad stood to his feet. "I'm glad to hear that, Son" He walked to
the door and turned back to face me. "Are we good?" he asked.
	I nodded. "Couldn't be better," I assured him.
	Giving me a smile, Dad reached down and gave his cock a
squeeze. Lowering his voice, he said, "Believe me, I would love to fuck
that hot ass right now, but I don't think it would be a good idea. Just
hold that thought until later, okay?"
	I reached down and gave my own cock a rub. It was thick, hard, and
leaking thick globs of pre cum into my pubes. "I'll hold this for now," I
said with grin.
	As I watched the door close after my father, I let out my breath in
a low sigh. I was really relieved that Dad felt the way he did. As I lay
there enjoying the feel of my hard dick pressing into my jeans I thought
about Dad and realized he really did feel the same way I did. Where my
mother was concerned, he loved her, and enjoyed a good sex life with her, I
was sure, I suddenly realized that I could experience the same thing; sort
of having the best of both lives.
	As I lay there in bed thinking about my life and how it could
pretty much remain the same where my father was concerned, I realized I was
rubbing my cock harder. I reached up to undo the button on my jeans and
then stopped. How I would love to jack off, to shoot the huge load I knew
was trying to escape my balls, and I wanted like fuck to allow it to
happen. However, I stopped and let my hands drop to my side. True, I wanted
to cum, needed to badly' however, thinking of my dad and his hot hairy body
I decided I would take a chance he might be able to join me later on.
	I forced my mind to relax, and I had actually fallen asleep when
Mom called me for supper. I jumped off the bed and headed for the
door. Before leaving the room, I reached down and discovered my cock had
finally gone back down to its normal size. When my fingers touched my
crotch I could feel wetness from all of the pre cum I had leaked earlier. I
quickly left the room before I became hard again.



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	I turned over in bed. Something caused me to wake up. I wasn't'
sure if I had been dreaming or not. I looked at the alarm clock on the
table beside my bed. It was after two. I turned back over and closed my
eyes.
	My bed shook, causing me to open them once more.
	"Steve?"
	"Dad, is that you?"
	I could hardly hear him.
	I felt the covers pull back, felt the hotness of naked skin as it
brushed against my own nakedness.
	Dad pulled me to him, and immediately I felt the thick fur on his
chest as it rubbed my own chest.
	"I'm sorry, Steve, for waking you. I need you," he whispered.
	He was already hard, and I could feel his pre cum start to leak
between us.
	"Oh, Dad," I moaned.
	No more words were said as the two of us shared a kiss, his tongue
working its way inside my mouth. Over the past couple of years, my father
had made love to me many times, and I him, but for now, for this time, it
was nothing but hot, raw, needful sex. His body needed mine, his cock my
ass, my ass his seed. I suddenly needed to feel his hot load fill me, leak
from my hole.
	I pulled away and quickly rolled over so I could grab the bottle of
lube from the bedside table.
	With no words between us, I squeezed a thick glob of the gel from
the bottle and reaching down, I coated my ass crack first and then pushed
the rest deep inside my wet hole. Then forcing more from the bottle, I
reached for Dad's cock and covered it heavily with the stuff.
	I lay on my back with my legs spread. "Fuck me, Dad," I whispered.
	I loved to be fucked by my father, loved feeling his thick hairy
dick splitting my ass wide opened; in fact, I loved it so much, that now,
in the middle of the night, in my bedroom, I had to concentrate on keeping
quiet, keeping my moans silent and to myself.
	I felt the tip of Dad's dick touch the slippery entrance to my
hole, and I shivered anticipating the feeling once he was buried balls deep
inside me. I took a breath and pushed my body up to meet his. There was
just a second of hesitation, and then I felt each hard inch of him force
its way inside me.
	"Oh, Fuck," I whispered as quietly as I could.
	"God, Steve, I never get enough of your hot tight ass."
	Dad began fucking me, and there was no love making in him; not this
time. Instead, I could feel the hot desire he had, the great need he had
for shooting inside me. I don't know how long it took him to decide to
visit my room, but it must have been long enough and he was horny enough to
throw all caution to the wind, come into my bedroom and fuck the shit out
of me.
	I don't think two minutes had passed before I felt his cock swell
up inside my ass, and I knew he was ready to shoot his load.
	I didn't say a word. I just rose to meet his body forcing his cock
to go deeper with each thrust.
	"Fuck, Steve, here it comes."
	I forced the muscles in my ass to grip down on the base of his
dick, and to suck each rope of cum that left him up my ass far as possible.
	Usually after Dad cums inside me he enjoys being on top of me with
his dick still buried inside my cum-filled hole. This time, however, he
pulled out immediately causing me to feel really empty. He lay with his
body between my legs and reached for my own hard, dripping dick. Without
saying a word, he brought his mouth to the tip, and without any warning,
took all of me inside his wet mouth. The tip of my dick could feel the back
of his throat, and I could feel his nose sniffing my wet sticky bush. It
felt so good fucking his hot mouth, and I began fucking him hard and fast,
causing my full hairy balls to slap his chin, and the wiry curls of my bush
to grind into his mouth.
	Like Dad, I had been hot all evening and needed to cum, but I had
refrained from jacking off; and, like my father, I was ready to shoot. In
less than a moment of fucking his mouth I was filling him with my hot
creamy juice.
	Dad hungrily lapped ever bit of my cum, not losing a drop. After he
had sucked me dry, he pulled off my dick and crawled up my stomach. His
chest on mine, his thick chest hair mashing into my own thick body hair, he
placed his lips on mine and gave me a kiss. I loved tasting my own cum as
it passed through his lips into my mouth.
	Dad rose up. "You know how much I would love spending the night
here, Steve; I just can't do it."
	"I know, Dad. I understand as well," I assured him.
	Dad leaned over and picked up something. He must have dropped his
shorts before getting into bed with me. As he pulled them on, he said, "I
love you, Steve. Goodnight."
	"Night, Dad."
	With his cum still inside me, I rolled over and closed my eyes. I
loved falling to sleep with my father's cum still inside my ass.



End Part 7

Mark Stevens