Date: Wed, 9 Sep 2015 22:40:02 +0000 (UTC) From: Jerlar Subject: For Pete's Sake, Chapter 14 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 FOURTEEN Tracy knocked on Harland Lewis' door and waited. The door suddenly swung open, and Harland greeted him warmly. "Ah, Tracy, you're a sight for sore eyes. Come in, Son!" Tracy walked into the man's living room. Harland quickly shut the heavy wooden door and pulled the boy into a close hug. Still holding Tracy tightly, Harland kissed him on the mouth. It was a kiss that began as casual, but quickly turned passionate and filled them both with desire. Tracy finally managed to break away. He smiled at the older man. "I think someone is glad to see me." Harland took the boy's hand and placed it against the crotch of his jeans. "Can you tell just how happy I am to see you?" Tracy gave the man's cock a squeeze. He could feel every inch of the thick meat hidden beneath the heavy denim material. "Hell, yeah, I can tell," Tracy answered. Tracy removed his hand and pressed his body as close to Harland as possible. He began grinding his crotch against the man's body. Two hard dicks met and began rubbing together. Harland took hold of Tracy's hand. "Let's go to the bedroom," he said. "I need to get you out of those clothes." Tracy found himself standing in Harland's bedroom. Clothes were shed, and suddenly the two were naked in Harland's bed. Arms moved, lips traveled, body parts were teased, played with, licked, and caressed. Hands touched, probed, felt, held and anything that could be touched was experienced by them both. Breathing hard, Tracy said, "Harland, I don't think I've seen you this excited before. Your dick looks like it's about to explode." Tracy wrapped his fist around the thick shaft and gave it a couple of strokes. Harland moaned a response. With a look in his eyes that Tracy couldn't read, the man said, "Tracy, have you ever been fucked?" Tracy shook his head. "No." "God, there's nothing like sliding inside an ass that's never been fucked before." Tracy looked closely at the man. "Harland, are you asking if you can fuck me?" "I am," Harland whispered. Tracy's body appeared to be in a pause mode, and he became very still. Tracy's silence made Harland feel like he'd made a mistake. "Shit, Tracy, I didn't mean to offend you. Please, forget I said that. I am so fucking sorry, Son." "Stop," Tracy said. He gave Harland a smile. "You have not offended me, Harland. As for fucking me, I think I would like that a lot. Harland's face showed doubt. "I really would," Tracy assured him. "However, I would like for Dad to be my first. I hope you understand." Harland kissed Tracy lightly on the lips. "I do understand, Tracy. Your dad is so lucky to have you for a son. " Tracy shrugged his shoulders. "If you ask me, I think I'm the lucky one. Not only do I have my dad in my life, but I have you as well. At least I hope I have you." "Trust me, Son, I am not going anywhere. You couldn't run me off even if you tried." "Well, I'm not letting you get away." Tracy began kissing the man once more, and their passion returned. They were filled with so much desire that nothing mattered; nothing except the need to satisfy and be satisfied. Tracy's desire for the man was so intense he could only moan. No words were able to make their way out of his mouth. He finally forced himself to take a deep breath. "Harland, I know it's not the same, but if you like, you can slide your dick into my ass crack." Harland didn't hesitate. He said, "Get on your hands and knees, Tracy." Tracy did as he was told and watched the man pull a bottle of gel from the drawer of a bedside table. Harland greased his dick heavily and got on his knees behind the boy. Eyeing Tracy's crack, he said, "Damn, Tracy, it's not going to be long before your ass crack is covered in hair." "You like crack hair?" Tracy asked. Harland slid his dick along the boy's crack. "Hell, yeah, I love hair. Anywhere," he added and began moving back and forth along Tracy's crack. The lube, along with the sweat in that area made it easy for him to slide back and forth. Harland's fucking motion filled Tracy with more passion than ever. One moan after another escaped his lips. Tracy's desire made him lightheaded and weakened his knees. Speaking in a whisper, he said, "Slide inside me, Harland." He felt Harland's cock stop moving. "Fuck me, Harland," Tracy moaned. "Tracy, I would love nothing better than to slide inside your hole and fill it with my cum. However, I know you would regret it afterward. As you said, it should be your dad first. After that, well, we'll see what transpires. Let's wait on Pete." Harland began fucking the boy's crack once more. His thrusts became harder. Tracy could feel the man's balls slapping him. Harland's hairy pubes pressed tightly into his skin as he began pounding the boy's crack. "Shit, I'm going to shoot. Can I shoot in your crack, Son?" For an answer, Tracy pushed back into Harland's body, enjoying the feeling of body hair against his ass. Harland took the movement as Tracy's permission, and shot the first rope of cum along the boy's ass crack. When he had finished shooting, Tracy had a crack full of cum. Harland remained behind Tracy for a moment. Then he took two of his fingers and scooped most of his spunk from the boy's crack. He told Tracy to get on his back. When Tracy turned over, he saw the cum in Harland's hand. He realized what the man intended to do. "That's right, Harland, jack me with your load," he begged. Harland took hold of Tracy's dick and coated it with his cum. When it was covered, Harland began stroking the boy. The cum was slick and created a strong sensation each time Harland jacked him. "God, Harland, I'm not going to last," Tracy moaned. "That's good, Tracy. Shoot your load. Mix it with mine." Harland began jacking faster and seconds later Tracy felt the first roll of orgasmic pleasure sweeping through his body. Oh. My. God." Tracy closed his eyes and accepted all of the pleasure that Harland sent through his body. Tracy had shot cum halfway up his chest. There was a thick pile of spunk attached to his belly. Just as it began to run downward, he felt Harland place his lips next to his skin. The man began sucking the goo into his mouth. Harland was between Tracy's legs as he cleaned the boy's stomach. He slowly made his way up Tracy's body. When he reached the boy's face, he leaned down and kissed him on the mouth. Tracy began sucking his load from Harland. The two shared the last of it, each enjoying the sweet taste it created for them. Harland soon lay next to Tracy on the bed. "You've made an old man very happy, Tracy," Harland said with a grin. "You're anything but old," Tracy told him. "I'm five years older than Pete," Harland reminded. "Perhaps in years. But you're just as sexy as he is," Tracy pointed out. Tracy looked at Harland and said, "How did things really go last night between you and Dad?" "Nothing much happened," Harland answered. "For the most part, we brought each other up to date covering the last twenty-five years." "That sound's really exciting," Tracy said with a grin. "What am I going to do with you two?" Harland looked at Tracy's naked body. "I can think of many things for you to do. In time," he added. "Dad just needs to get off his ass and do something about the situation." "You do realize that if and when anything is done, it's our decision to make? Your dad's and mine?" "Hell, I know you're ready to jump the man's bones," Tracy said with a grin. Harland laughed. "And much more," he said. "Just to have a life with the man. With you both," he ended. "I'm not sure what, but I'm definitely going to try and do something to set the wheels in motion," Tracy declared. Half an hour later, Tracy got dressed and drove into town. It was his dad's lunch time. He stopped at the bank and hurried inside the lobby. One of the tellers greeted Tracy. "Hello, Tracy. Are you having a good vacation this summer?" The woman, Evelyn Collier, gave Tracy a warm smile. Evelyn and Pete had been in the same graduating class in high school. "Hey, Evelyn." Tracy stopped at her window. "It's been a good vacation so far. The days are going by too fast." "That's what they do when you're enjoying yourself," Evelyn told him. "Are you here to take your dad out for lunch?" Tracy nodded. "Yeah, but more likely he'll take me out." He grinned and headed for his dad's desk. "Hey, Dad," Tracy said stopping by Pete's desk. "What a nice surprise, Son. What's brought you to town?" Pete gave his son a warm smile. "I was just passing through and thought you might like to take me to lunch," Tracy answered. "Passing through? Makers is hardly big enough to `pass through', as you put it." Pete told his son to have a seat. "However, lunch sounds good. Give me a couple minutes." Tracy took a seat and watched his dad sort through some papers. He never grew tired of looking at the man. "How's your morning been, Trace?" "I can't complain," Tracy answered giving his father a grin. "It's been quite pleasant, actually." Pete stood up a short time later. "Okay, I'm ready to go." "You guys have a good lunch," Evelyn Collier called from her window. "Good seeing you, Evelyn," Tracy told her as he passed by her. "Is Pete taking good care of you, Tracy?" Evelyn asked. "Oh, yeah." Tracy answered. "Very well, I might add." Once they were seated in the café and their order turned in, Pete said, "Tell me the real reason you're in town, Trace." "I told you, I wanted to have lunch with you," Tracy said with a shrug. "That may well be," Pete agreed. "However, I wasn't born last night. I feel sure there's more to the story than what you're saying." "You crush me, Dad." "I doubt it. Are you going to tell me?" Pete studied his son's face intently. Tracy decided to be honest with the man. "I went out to see Harland this morning. I hope you're not upset. Harland's a nice man." "Should I be upset, Trace?" "I wouldn't think so," Tracy decided. "At least I hope you're not," he added. "What did the two of you talk about?" Pete asked. "Lots of things, Dad. Like I said, Harland's a very nice guy. I enjoy spending time around him." "You just can't keep out of my business, can you, Trace?" "I wouldn't exactly call my visit with Harland `getting in your business'," Tracy told the man. "How did the visit go?" Pete continued to study his son's face. Tracy looked around the crowded café. "I think it might be best if we wait to have this conversation at home, Dad." "I see," Pete said quietly. "Relax, Dad." Tracy reached out and touched his father's hand. "I'll explain when you get home this evening. Trust me, you have nothing to be concerned about. Especially when it comes to Harland and me." Their food arrived, and for a few moments conversation stopped. When the meal was over and Tracy and his Dad were standing on the sidewalk outside the café, Tracy touched Pete on the arm. "Are we okay, Dad? I don't want things fucked up between the two of us." "We're fine, Trace," Pete answered and smiled. "I'll see you after work." "Bye, Dad. Can't wait to see you this evening." "I'm looking forward to it, Trace." Tracy stood next to his Jeep and watched his father disappear inside the bank. He hoped Pete was being completely honest with him. He loved spending time with Harland Lewis, but he wouldn't do it again if it was going to cause a rift between him and his dad. Tracy jumped into the Jeep and drove home. On the way, he began thinking about his evening. By the time he turned into the drive, Tracy had reached a decision. There were some things on his mind, and he was going to bring them to the surface. Things that concerned both him and his dad. Things that had to be brought out into the open, discussed and then perhaps never mentioned again. "The evening promised to be very interesting," Tracy thought as he walked inside the house.