Date: Mon, 19 Mar 2012 10:47:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Shower, Part 9-Next Generation

This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males. If material of
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if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read
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Mark Stevens


New Shower, Part 9 - Next Generation


	After work on Monday, I drove to my parent's home, the first time
in years. When I pulled off the road and headed toward the house, I saw my
Uncle Dennis' truck parked out front. Before I could get out of my car,
Dennis flew out the door.
	He hugged me to him. "I am so sorry I wasn't here for you, Kid," he
said.
	He and his wife, Linda, had been gone over the weekend. Pulling
back, he asked, "You hanging in there?"
	I nodded. "Yeah, not much else I can do," I said.
	He motioned for me to sit on the porch with him. "So, tell me, what
the hell happened?"
	"No clue," I answered. "Last Thursday after Brandon had gone to bed
she told me we needed to talk. That's when she dropped the bomb."
	"I don't get it, Kid. I always thought the two of you were happy."
	Ever since I could remember, my uncle had referred to me as
"Kid". Now, at thirty he still called me that.
	"It just came out of the blue. Suddenly she decided she wanted the
life she hadn't had. She said we were married young and she never felt like
she had lived."
	"You guys did marry young," Dennis agreed. "And Brandon did come
along not long afterward; still, in my opinion she's had a damned good
life."
	Not knowing what else to tell him, I just shrugged my shoulders and
remained silent.
	"So, tell me, Kid, what can I do for? I'm here for you," he assured
me.
	"I appreciate that, Dennis, I really do. For now, the only thing I
know for certain is that I'm going to close my house up and Brandon and I
are going to live with the folks; at least for the time being."
	"That's what I heard. Sounds like a good idea to me. With you
working and Brandon in school, it will help having your mom in the picture
to help out."
	"I would be lost without her," I agreed. "Mom and Dad," I added.
	"Well, like I told you, I'm here for you. You know that, right?"
	I gave him a nod. "I do, and I appreciate you so damned much,
Dennis."
	Dennis stood to his feet and pulled me with him. "Let's go in the
house. Your Mom said Brandon should be home soon on the school bus. I want
to speak with him before I head out."
	I followed my uncle inside the house where we found Mom in the
kitchen preparing supper.



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	The days passed and Friday rolled around finally. At the local post
office my job was in the Customer Service department. As a rule, I didn't
see my father during our work day unless one or the other of us made an
attempt to look the other up. That's why I was surprised to see him
standing at my window that afternoon.
	I smiled and asked, "Something on your mind?"
	"I just thought I would tell you it looks as if we guys are going
to be on our own this weekend."
	"Meaning?"
	"Meaning Mom and your Aunt Linda are leaving this afternoon for the
weekend. Seems like the shopping bug has bit them again," he told me.
	A customer came up in the line behind him. My father stepped to the
side. "Just wanted to give you the news," he said. "I'll catch you later."
	A little later I looked up and was surprised to find my mother
standing at my window.
	"Hey, Mom," I greeted. "I hear you guys are going shopping for the
weekend."
	Her face took on the "worried Mom" look. "I'm still not sure I
should be going. "Will you be all right?"
	"I'll be fine, Mom. Brandon will too," I added.
	"When Linda called to see if I might be interested, I just didn't
feel like I should. She had Dennis give me a call; guess she thought my
little brother could talk me into going."
	I gave her a smile. "I guess he succeeded."
	"Only if you're okay with it," she said.
	"Really, Mom, we'll be fine. Besides, you need a break with all of
the extra work you have to do now."
	Two people walked up and stood behind her in the line. I said, "You
go, now, Mom, and you have a great time. I promise, everything will be just
fine while you are gone."
	My mother gold me good bye and stepped out of the line. The little
lady behind her walked up to my window. With a frown on her face, she said,
"I hope you appreciate your mother, young man!"
	"Trust me, I do," I assured her.
	The rest of the afternoon passed, and I was soon off work for the
weekend. Dad usually worked an hour later than I did, so I always arrived
home before he did. When I pulled up in front of the house I saw my uncle
there, waiting in his truck. I got out of my car and greeted him.
	"Hey, there, I guess you plan on camping out here this weekend?"
	"Damn straight," he said with a grin.
	He got out of his truck and gave me a hug. "I've been thinking
about us all week and how I could manage to get the three of us together."
	I gave him a hug. "It's good to see you again," I said. "You do
remember Brandon and the fact he will be here this weekend as well?"
	"Oh, yeah, I do," he said.
	He pulled a bag from his truck and we walked up the steps to the
house. "I'm sure we can work something out," he said. "Or in, as the case
may be," he added with a grin.
	Once inside the house, Dennis dropped his bag and pulled me to
him. "How much time do we have before Brandon gets home?"
	"About forty-five minutes," I said looking at the clock on the wall
in the living room.
	"God, we've got plenty of time." Dennis reached for the snap on his
jeans. In seconds they were down around his knees. As he reached for the
waste band of his shorts, he said, "Suck my dick," he ordered.
	He pushed his shorts down, exposing his already hard cock.
	"You are one horny bastard," I said.
	I dropped to my knees and took his thick hairy cock between my
fingers. The hard shaft felt hot enough to burn my skin. I licked the head
with my tongue, causing his body to shiver from his head all the way down
to his feet. For a time I lapped at his dick the same way I would an ice
cream cone, and in no time at all he was leaking pre cum like crazy. I
could taste the sweetness of it in my mouth as it crawled along the surface
of my tongue.
	I teased him long enough, and suddenly I felt his cock pushed all
the way to the back of my throat. My nose was buried in the thick mass of
black hair that surrounded it. I breathed in the sweet man fragrance, and
the odor drove me out of my fucking mind.
	"That's right, suck my cock, Kid," my uncle groaned. "I'm going to
give you my hot cream," he said.
	As I sucked him, I took one hand and pushed between his legs in
search of his hairy hole. I found it and pushed a finger in
immediately. Then bringing it back out, I pulled off his cock and squeezed
a thick drop of pre cum from the tip. I rubbed it on my finger and returned
to his hole. I took all of his cock again, while at the same time forcing
my slippery finger inside him. It pushed him over the edge. I felt his dick
swell up.
	"Fuck!" he cried out and filled my mouth with his hot spunk.
	I sucked eagerly and swallowed each heavy rope as it entered my
mouth.
	After I had sucked him dry, I pulled off his cock and took a deep
breath. Then I leaned over and stuck my wet cum covered tongue in the
middle of this wet black bush and slowly moved through the "shrubbery"
again taking in the hot man smell that hovered all around that hairy area.
	I stood to my feet. "Kiss me," I said.
	Dennis leaned over and planted a kiss on my mouth. When he did, I
worked my tongue inside and gave him a taste of his own sweet cum. The way
he eagerly kissed me told me just how much he liked to taste his own spunk.
	He pulled away and reached down and placed a hand against my
crotch. I still had my work pants on, but he could feel how hard I was
underneath my clothes.
	I pushed him away. "As much as I would love for you to take care of
that, we best wait, okay? Brandon will be here in a few minutes, and I'm
not ready just yet for him to know how much I enjoy having my cock sucked."
	"Are you sure?" he asked. "I can give satisfaction rather quickly
when it's necessary," he added with a grin.
	"I can wait," I said. "I already have a plan for later this
evening."
	"You going to let me in on this plan?"
	"When the time is right," I said. "For now, get your ass covered
before that fucking school bus arrives."
	When Brandon walked through the door a short time later, he found
Dennis and me sitting at the kitchen table. For all he knew, we had been
sitting around his Nana's table talking shit the entire time.
	"Hey, Brandon," Dennis greeted my son.
	"Hi, Sport," I said with a smile. "How was your day?"
	Brandon shrugged his shoulders. "School," he answered.
	"I remember your dad here saying the same thing." He held out his
arms. "Come give your old uncle a hug."
	I watched as my twelve year old son went into the arms of a man I
loved so much. I suddenly realized Brandon took after our uncle in many
ways. He had the same black hair, and a lot of his features were the
same. He had the same nose and even his eyes were like Dennis'. Funny I had
never thought of that before.
	"Cokes are in the frig, Brandon," I told him. "Also Nana and Linda
have gone away for the weekend, so it's just us guys."
	"I wondered why you were here," Brandon said looking at Dennis.
	"Hey, watch it. Be careful, or you will give me a complex."
	I watched as Brandon dropped his back pack on a chair and went to
the refrigerator. He got himself a coke and joined us at the table.
	"So, what are we going to do this weekend?" he asked. He took a sip
from the bottle.
	I ruffled his hair. "What would you like to do?"
	"Doesn't matter to me; I'll just hang with you guys."
	I saw the sparkle in Dennis' eyes. Before he could speak, I said,
"We'll let you, long as you promise to behave."
	Dennis gave me a grin and said the word, "Yeah."
	The telephone on the wall beside the refrigerator rang, and I went
to answer it. It was my father. In my ear, he said, "Is Dennis already
there?"
	"He is," I answered.
	"I was just thinking, why don't you guys meet me in town and we'll
grab a bite to eat. How does that sound?"
	"Great," I said.
	He told me where to meet him, and I hung up.
	"Dad wants to treat us to supper," I said. "Let's go."
	We jumped in Dennis's truck and flew off to meet my father. Dennis
has always had a heavy foot where driving is concerned, and in a short time
we were meeting up with Dad.
	He was already sitting down at a table, and we joined him.
	"I just thought it would be easier this way," he said."
	We soon ordered our food and sat back to wait. When it arrived, the
four of us dug in like we were starving. As we ate our food, we teased each
other and carried on like we usually did. I suddenly realized that for the
first time since Debbie left I felt normal again. Well, almost, I thought.
	When the four of us walked out of the restaurant, Dad said, "Steve,
why don't you ride with me? That way Brandon can have a little time with
his uncle."
	"You okay with that, Sport?" I asked my son.
	"I can handle it," he told me.
	Dennis grinned and gave my son's ear a tug. "Well, come on, `handle
it'," he said.
	I got inside Dad's truck and watched as my son left with Dennis.
	My uncle pulled out first, and Dad followed behind him.
	"Steve, there was a reason I suggested Brandon ride with Dennis,"
Dad said. "I wanted to run something by you."
	I turned and faced my father. "I'm listening, Dad."
	"I thought perhaps you and Dennis would like a little time alone;
maybe the two of you would like to take a shower when we get home. I'll
keep Brandon busy in the house. We can watch a movie together."
	I gave Dad a big grin. "You hacked into the middle of my plan," I
said.
	"How's that?"
	"Well, actually, Dennis and I have spent a little bit of time
together today. When I got home from work he was waiting. I managed to blow
a heavy load out of him before Brandon came home, but he didn't have time
to take care of me. He wanted to, but I was afraid we were out of time. I
told him I had a plan for this evening."
	"Was that wise? I mean what if Brandon had come home and caught you
two?"
	"I was a bit worried about that; however, I was pretty sure we had
half an hour or longer."
	"Just be careful, Son. When the time is right, there might be a
possibility Brandon could join us in our activities, but for now, he is too
damned young."
	"I realize that, Dad," I said quietly.
	Dad reached across the seat and placed a hand on my leg. "I'm
sorry, Steve. I didn't mean to sound like I was criticizing you."
	"I know, Dad. I hope you realize I would never intentionally do
anything that would hurt or embarrass my son."
	Dad gave my leg a squeeze. "I know that, Steve." He reached over
and gave my cock a squeeze. "I love you, Son."
	"I love you, too, Dad."
	Dad soon pulled up in the yard and parked his truck beside my
uncle's.
	"We thought you guys got lost," Dennis greeted.
	"We were just spending some quality time together," Dad informed
his brother in law.
	We went inside the house, and by the time I reached the living
room, I heard Dad say, "Brandon, what say the two of us start a movie?"
	I looked over at Dennis and grinned. "Dad suggested the two of us
get our showers out of the way. I think he was trying to say we didn't
smell very good."
	"The nerve of my brother in law," Dennis said, a gleam showing in
his eyes.
	"I put your bag in my old room," I told my uncle. "I can sleep in
Dad's room tonight," I said.
	"I hate to put you out, Steve."
	I almost choked when I heard his words. Grinning I said, "If Dad
doesn't mind, I guess I can stand it."
	"If he does, guess you could join me. I have to warn you, though, I
do snore. Or so I've been told," he added.
	Dennis and I hurried up stairs to grab our things and quickly
headed out to the shower house. As we came through the living room Brandon
turned and said, "Why are you guys going outside? Why not shower in here?"
	"More room out there," Dennis answered.
	Not really knowing just what to say, I said, "Besides, Grandpa and
I went to a lot of trouble building this a few years back. We have to make
it worth our hard work."
	"Hey, I helped too," Dennis said giving my shoulder a slap.
	"Let `em go, Brandon," Dad said. "You and I can enjoy our movie if
they leave."
	I followed Dennis through the kitchen and out the back door. As we
headed for the shower house I said, "I certainly hope Brandon stays in the
house."
	"Since he suggested we take a shower, I'm certain he will keep
Brandon entertained.
	We hurried inside the room. I shut the door behind us. I reached up
to lock the door and stopped.
	"Are you going to lock it?" Dennis asked.
	"I think I will. That way, should Brandon come outside and find it
locked, I can always say it was after dark, and we didn't want anyone
walking in on us from the road."
	I slid the heavy bolt across the door.
	At the same time I felt Dennis wrap his arms around me. "Come here,
Kid," he said.
	I pressed into his body and immediately felt his cock hardening
under his clothes. I leaned my head against him and felt his lips brush
against my cheek.
	"God, I've missed time with you, Steve," he said softly.
	"I've missed you, too, Dennis. It's just been so fucked up with
Debbie leaving that everything has had to stop. I had to make it as good
for Brandon as I possibly could."
	"I know that. Thank God, he seems to be adjusting to everything."
	"For the most part, he is; however, now, at this moment, Uncle,
it's you and me, not my son that is on my mind."
	It didn't take us long to drop our clothes and fall back together,
our naked, hairy bodies touching. Dennis started kissing me on the mouth
and slowly worked his way along my chin, down my neck until he came to the
beginning of my thick chest hair. I shivered as he continued making a wet
trail with his tongue, his lips, through my body hair downward. He worked
slowly, but with a determined drive until he reached the thick brown hair
covering my crotch area.
	I watched as my uncle dropped to his knees and wrapped his fingers
around my hard dick. He did a couple of slow jacking motions and then said,
"I want you to fuck me, Steve. I need to feel your big hard cock deep
inside my ass."
	He brought his mouth to the head and slowly worked his way downward
until his nose was tickled by my pubes. Then releasing me, he jumped to his
feet and hurried over to the showers. He turned the water on and reached
for a bar of soap in one of the trays. After wetting it he said, "Here,
lather my ass up so you can give me a good fucking."
	I took the bar from him and did as he asked. I smeared soap suds
heavily all along his crack, causing the row of thick black hair to mat
against his wet skin. Then soaping my fingers up good, I reached down and
jabbed a finger deep inside his opening, quickly followed by another
one. By the time I had enough worked up inside him, I had Dennis begging
for my dick.
	"Come on, Kid, fuck my ass," he begged.
	I soaped my entire crotch area up, even my balls until the brown
hair looked almost black from all the wetness. Then I pressed my soapy dick
along his slippery crack and slid right to his hairy opening. He was more
than ready for me, and with the touch of my cock next to him, he opened up
and allowed me to enter him. Immediately I was balls deep inside his ass.
	"Damn, your ass feels good," I told him.
	"Then fuck me, damn it," he said.
	I reached down and placed a hand on each of his ass cheeks. I
pulled him hard to me and drove my dick as far up his ass as possible.
	"Yeah, you're in," he moaned. "I can feel your hair pressed into my
skin. "
	He leaned over a bit farther, giving me more of a direct path
inside his ass. I could no longer take it slowly; I needed to pound him; I
had to slam his ass hard until my dick filled his hole with my thick hot
cream.
	I pounded him so hard it knocked the breath out of us both. Harder
I slammed inside him; deeper I went until suddenly I felt my toes turn up,
felt that sweet stirring from underneath my pubes, and I knew I was about
to shoot off inside my uncle's tight wet ass.
	"God, yes!" I cried out. "Here it comes," I warned.
	Dennis forced the muscles in his ass to contract, and when they had
relaxed, had eased off me, he had sucked my cock dry of it's cum.
	I pulled out of my uncle and dropped to my knees. Before he could
say a word, I spread his cheeks apart and put my mouth on his cum-filled
hole. When he asked what I was doing, I only muttered and kept on sucking
the cum from him.
	I stood to my feet. Holding out my hand, I spit the cum into my
palm. "Fuck me with this," I told him.
	Dennis turned and faced me. I took my cum and smeared it all over
his hard dick. I covered it heavily with the spunk, and then reached down
and wiped the rest on his hairy ball sac.
	There was enough cum on Dennis that I didn't need to put anything
up my ass. All I needed was his hard thick hairy cock inside me now.
	"Fuck my ass, Dennis," I ordered. "Now!"
	And that's exactly what happened. I leaned over, and he quickly
pressed next to me. His cum covered cock had no problem at all snaking its
way inside my wet ass. With one shove, I felt the sticky hair around his
cock scratching my skin. While I had fucked him, his own dick had leaked
profusely, wetting down those thick curls, and now, I leaned hard back into
his body, loving the feel of that stickiness. It was wonderful, the hottest
feeling ever.
	"God, Kid, your ass is so fucking hot. No way in hell am I going to
last very long," he warned me.
	"I don't care, just shoot inside my ass," I told him.
	He slammed me with his body driving me crazy with that hard hairy
cock and in the heat of the moment found myself wishing it would last the
entire night; however, a man can only stand so much of a good thing. A man
can only fuck a tight wet ass so long before he has to cum; needs to cum. I
felt the cock inside my hole swell up, and I knew it was about to erupt
deep inside me.
	"About to cum, Kid," he warned me.
	"Fill my ass," I begged.
	And he did. I shivered as each blast shot up inside me.  My own
cock, brought back to life by the intense fucking I had just received,
suddenly rose up and shot a blast of its own. My own orgasm left me week,
hardly able to stand. For a moment I thought I might have crossed over into
another world. Then I started to slowly come back down to earth.
	Dennis pulled out and gave my ass a gentle smack. "Let's hit the
shower," he said. "I'm sure by now your dad and Brandon are wondering what
happened to us."
	I joined my uncle in the shower, and while he gently washed me off,
I began thinking about the rest of the weekend and what all could possibly
take place.

End Part 9

Mark Stevens