Date: Wed, 29 Jul 2015 18:09:57 +0000 (UTC) From: Jerlar Subject: For Pete's Sake, Chapter 12 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 coincidental. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. All of us enjoy the stories here, so please, support Nifty. Like any other Business, it takes resources to keep it running. I appreciate you, and I know Nifty appreciates your support! Mark Stevens CHAPTER TWELVE The next morning Tracy attacked his chores like there was a fire in the house. By lunch time he had completed everything on his list. He picked up the telephone in the kitchen and made his call to Harland. When the man was on the line, Tracy invited Harland over for supper that evening. "Are you sure about this, Tracy?" the man asked. "Did you ask Pete if it was alright for me to come over?" "He's fine with it, Harland. We talked it over last night. He told me to pick a date and invite you." What Tracy was telling the man was the truth. He left one thing out however. He failed to mention his dad's one condition. The one about the sexual stuff. Tracy felt he would receive better response from Harland if he left that part out of his invitation. Harland was still skeptical and said so. "I'm still not so sure this is a good idea, Tracy." "Trust me, Harland. Dad is okay with you coming for supper this evening." After a few more words of encouragement from Tracy, Harland Lewis finally agreed to accept the boy's invitation. "Good. We'll expect you around six o'clock. See you then." Tracy ended his call with the man and immediately punched in another telephone number. "Hey, Dad, do you have a moment?" "Always," Pete assured his son. "I just wanted to let you know that I called and invited Harland out for supper. He'll be here around six this evening." When he was greeted by a pause on his father's end, Tracy asked, "You are okay with Harland coming out for supper, right?" A few more seconds passed before Pete answered his son. Then he said, "Just remember what I said, Trace," Pete reminded. "You have nothing to fear," Tracy assured his dad. "Harland realizes how you feel about things." "That's good. Thanks for calling, Trace. I'll see you around five." Pete ended their conversation by cutting off the telephone connection. Tracy had settled on salad, steak and baked potato for his meal. He hastily swallowed a sandwich and drove the Jeep into Makers. He picked up the things he needed at the supermarket and drove back home. He put his steaks in the refrigerator and decided to take a shower. Going into his room, Tracy stripped out of his clothes and headed for the bathroom. Once he had the water temperature to his liking, Tracy stepped under the hot spray. The needles attacked his body and forced his muscles to relax. A sigh escaped through his lips. As the water began making its way down his body, Tracy's morning disappeared from his mind like it had never happened. He took a wash cloth and scrubbed first his face and then his chest. His touch caused his skin to tingle. Next Tracy reached for the bar of soap in the metal tray attached to the shower wall and began lathering his body, creating a nice heavy suds on his skin. Tracy continued scrubbing as his hands made their way down his stomach. By the time they reached his crotch, Tracy's cock was hard. He wrapped his fingers around the hard shaft and gave it a couple of strokes. His other hand went down and found his balls. He began fondling himself, gently squeezing his heavy nuts. It only took a few moments for Tracy to feel the beginnings of an orgasm. He let go of his dick and watched as some of the soap suds made their way down the shower drain. Tracy stepped directly under the steamy spray so he could wash the rest of the soap from his body. As his skin became clean, Tracy's fist returned to his cock, and he started stroking again. His other hand pressed into his wet pubes, enjoying the feel of the dripping curls against his fingers. Tracy suddenly felt the rush of an orgasm coursing through his body. "Oh, God!" he cried out. He jacked faster and watched his dick shoot out its thick cream. The water from the shower caused it to quickly disappear from sight, down the drain. When he had finished shooting, Tracy leaned weakly against the shower wall. When he had regained his strength and made sure his body was clean, Tracy turned the water off and pulled the towel from the rack on the wall next to the shower curtain. He dried his body and hurried to his room to dress. <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Tracy was in the kitchen busily preparing his meal when his father arrived home from work. He greeted the man with a smile and hurried across the room to give Pete a kiss. "Hey, Dad," he said. "Is Harland coming?" Pete asked after he returned his son's kiss. "He'll be here at six," Tracy answered looking at the clock on the kitchen wall. "I suppose that's good. Not to beat a dead horse to death, but you did explain—" "He knows exactly what to expect," Tracy said interrupting his father. "Why don't you change into something comfortable? I've got things covered here." Pete disappeared down the hall, leaving Tracy to put the finishing touches to his meal. A short time later, just as Tracy was about to put the steaks on the grill next to the range top, there was a knock on the back door. When Tracy opened the door, he discovered Harland Lewis standing on the porch. He invited the man inside. Without giving any thought to his action, Tracy gave the man a hug. "Welcome, Harland," he said stepping back. As Harland stepped inside the Adams' kitchen, he looked quickly around the room, but didn't say anything. Tracy gave the man a pat on the shoulder. "It's okay, Harland. Really," he added. Looking somewhat relieved, Harland smiled at Tracy. "Something smells good," he said. "Have a seat," Tracy said pointing to one of the chairs around the kitchen table. "Dad's getting comfortable. Would you care for a beer?" Without waiting for the man to answer, Tracy went to the frig and pulled a bottle out. Harland still looked a bit uncomfortable, and Tracy thought the beer might help him to relax. While Harland sat drinking his beer, Tracy put the steaks on to cook. For a time, the two bounced conversation back and forth between them, discussing things such as weather, high cost of food and fuel, and anything else they could think to bring up. "Hello, Harland." Tracy and Harland discovered Pete standing in the kitchen doorway. Harland Lewis stood to his feet. "Pete." Saying nothing else, the man extended a hand out for Pete to shake. "It's good to see you, Harland." Pete grasped his old friend's hand and gave it a shake "It's been a long time, Pete." The words Harland spoke were soft, hardly above a whisper. "It has been," Pete agreed. "I see Tracy offered you something to drink. I believe I'll join you." Pete pulled a beer from the refrigerator and returned to the table. "How've things been, Harland?" Pete asked as he pulled a chair out from the table. "About the same, I suppose," Harland answered. "I know what you mean," Pete said taking a drink from the bottle he was holding. "Let's eat," Tracy said taking the steaks from the grill. It seemed to Tracy that things were a bit stressful between his dad and Harland as they ate their meal. It became evident that it was up to Tracy to keep the conversation ball rolling. Every once in a while he would have to give one and then the other a push to get things moving. Finally the food was gone, the meal over. Tracy stood to his feet and gave them each a smile. "Why don't the two of you go outside and sit in the swing? I'll clean up here and join you when I'm finished." "I don't want to leave you with all the cleanup," Pete protested. "Don't worry about it. I have everything covered. Just go on outside. It's been such a long time that I'm sure you have plenty of things to discuss." Tracy did everything but push the two men out the door. Even though Tracy went about cleaning the kitchen up slowly, he found that he was soon finished, with no excuse to leave Harland and his dad alone any longer. He made himself wait another ten minutes before he opened the door and joined them on the porch. "All finished?" Pete greeted his son. "I am. How about the two of you? Are you having a good visit?" Tracy eyed the porch swing, trying to decide if he should make his father slide to the middle of the swing, or if he should sit between the two. It was Harland who decided the matter. "Have a seat, Tracy," the man said giving the space between him and Pete a pat with his hand. Tracy took a seat and gave them each a grin. "So, how goes it?" he asked giving each of them a pat on the leg. "We've been covering a lot of time and history," Harland answered. "Which is good...I hope?" Tracy gave both men a close look. "I think it's good," Pete finally answered. "At least I think it is." "Your dad's right," Harland said. "We both think a lot has happened over the last twenty-five years." "And it's going to take some time," Pete added. Tracy gave his dad a tender look. "Thank you. For giving it a try. It means a lot to me." Tracy kissed Pete on the mouth. Then he turned to the other man beside him. He gave Harland the same tender smile and followed it with a kiss as well. Then he stood to his feet. "I'm so glad the two of you are willing to talk things over. I'm going inside now and give you time to be alone. Just promise me that you both will think about all of the time that has been wasted here." Tracy gave them another smile and went inside the house, giving the two men the privacy they needed to work their way through a barrier that had erected itself over the years.