Date: Thu, 22 Oct 2015 22:41:47 +0000 (UTC) From: Jerlar Subject: For Pete's Sake, Chapter 19 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 NINTEEN Tracy hurried inside the house, closing the door behind him. When he looked at the clock on the kitchen wall, he realized he had a couple hours before his dad came home from the bank. Enough time for Tracy to get cleaned up and decide what to do for their evening meal. He hurried down the hall to his bedroom and quickly stripped out of his clothes. Tracy's body still had all the signs of his fuck session with Harland. The older man had offered Tracy the use of his shower. Tracy had declined the offer, however, telling Harland he would clean up when he got home. Tracy took a deep breath. Scent of old cum was everywhere in the room, the odor leaving his body like a thick heavy fog. Tracy eyed his body. His pubes were plastered to his body, stuck with two loads of cum from fucking Harland. He hurried down the hall and into the bathroom. Once he had the water temperature adjusted to his liking, Tracy stepped under the spray. The dried cum began to ball up when the needles tried to wash it from Tracy's body. The harder he scrubbed the more difficult it became to remove the dried flakes. As Tracy cleaned his crotch, he was surprised to see his dick growing hard. He had fucked Harland's ass hard earlier that day. That thought alone brought Tracy to a full blown hard on. It had felt so good fucking the older man, and just the memory of it was enough to make Tracy stroke himself. As he jacked off, Tracy held on to the memory of his cock sliding inside Harland's tight ass. Then as quickly as it came, the picture disappeared from Tracy's mind. To be replaced, no less, by one showing Harland sliding between Tracy's legs and sliding his cock inside the boy. Tracy remembered how hot it was to watch Harland's hairy body grind into his. He could still see the man's hairy chest above him, could still feel Harland press his crotch against Tracy. "Fuck." Although spoken more softly this time, Tracy's cock shot off, sending another load of cum out into the world. This time it was accompanied with a little discomfort and not as much cream. His day with Harland must have drained his body more than he had realized. Feeling light headed, Tracy leaned against the shower wall for a moment letting the water stream down his body. When his strength returned, Tracy scrubbed the rest of his body clean and got out. He dried his body off and hurried back to his room to dress. It was while he was dressing that Tracy had an idea. He had been playing around, literally, too much today and had nothing planned for their meal that evening. He decided to drive into town and take his dad to the Makers Café. Before he left, Tracy did a load of laundry. Even though he didn't intend to keep anything from Pete, Tracy didn't want his dad coming home to the smell of dried cum. He started the washing machine and then headed to town. The bank was already closed by the time Tracy arrived. He looked through the glass as he knocked on the door. He watched Evelyn Collier make her way across the floor. She unlocked the door and let him inside the building. "Hi, Tracy," she greeted. "Hey, Pete, you have a visitor," she called over her shoulder. "Hey, Evelyn." Tracy greeted the woman with a smile and walked over to his dad's desk. Pete leaned back in his chair and gave his son a grin. "What's up, Trace?" he greeted. "I've come to treat you to supper," Tracy answered. Pete raised his eye brows. "Oh? Are we celebrating something?" "Just time together," Tracy answered. "Just say `yes'," Evelyn called from behind her window. "I don't think my son has ever taken me out for a meal." Pete closed a large book on the desk in front of him. "Very well, then. I'm ready." Pete stood to his feet. "Why don't you join us, Evelyn? I'm sure Tracy won't mind." "Sorry, already have plans. Maybe some other time?" Tracy was surprised at the relief he felt. He liked Evelyn Collier very much, but tonight he wanted this to be about Pete. "Next time then, Evelyn," Tracy said. Tracy followed his dad outside the bank. He waited while Pete locked the door behind them. "I take it we're eating with Tess this evening?" Pete pocketed his ring of keys. Tracy gave a nod. "I thought we would. My treat," he added. "You don't have to do that," Pete told his son. "I want to. I know it's really your money, so I guess it's the thought that counts, right?" Pete shook his head. "I disagree. While I may be the source of your income at the moment, you earn every cent of it. You work hard around the house, and I appreciate it. Very much." Tess Roberts called out a greeting as they entered her café. "Hello, Tess," Tracy said giving the woman a smile. "This is a surprise," the café owner said and handed them each a menu. "I don't usually see the two of you this time of day." "Tracy offered to buy supper," Pete explained. "Ah, you're such a dear boy." Tess tapped Tracy's shoulder. "I wish more young people were like Tracy here." "He is a good son," Pete agreed. When Tess left with their order, Pete asked about his son's day. "Anything exciting?" "Does anything exciting ever happen around Makers?" Tracy asked with grin. "Every now and then. So tell me, what excitement did you experience today, Trace?" Tracy looked across the table at his father. He wanted to tell Pete about his visit with Harland, but thought perhaps he should wait until they were away from the café. "Laundry for one thing," Tracy admitted. "There's always dirty clothes," he added. "I'm going to miss you when you go back to school," Pete said. "You're not getting rid of me just yet." Pete took a sip of his tea. "When do you have to go back?" "Three weeks, I think. Not really focusing on that fact. I can't believe how fast the summer has flown by." "Time flies when you're enjoying yourself," Pete told his son. "It has been an enjoyable one," Tracy acknowledged. "I really am going to miss you when you go back," Pete said. A look of tenderness showed in his eyes. "Am I going to be able to come home some this fall?" "Just try and stay away," Pete told him. "I'll drive up there myself and bring you home." Tess soon appeared with their food. Pete and Tracy did her meal justice and then left for home. Pete led the way and Tracy followed behind his dad in the Jeep. Pete changed into shorts and a tank top and joined his son in the living room. Tracy pointed to a bottle on the table beside the sofa. "Have a beer." Pete picked up the drink and took a seat on the sofa beside his son. "Dad, I didn't want to go into it at supper, but I went to see Harland today. I hope that was alright with you." Pete took a swig from the bottle he was holding. "Trace, I told you the other night that I was okay with you being friends with Harland. I meant it then, and I mean it now. It really is okay." "I appreciate that, Dad. I really do like the man. While it's still true, I would love to see the two of you get together, I realize that's not a decision for me to make. I respect that." Pete took another drink of beer. "How was your visit with Harland?" Tracy took a moment to think about what he wanted to say. While it was true that he wanted to share his day with his dad, it was also true he didn't want to hurt the man; nor did he want to make Pete angry. He decided to answer Pete's question as honestly as he could. "I gave Harland a call this morning and asked if I could drop by and see him. He agreed to my visit." Tracy paused and locked eyes with his father. "Dad, I really do like Harland. I enjoy spending time with him." Pete focused on his son's face for a moment or two. Finally he said, "Trace, let me make it easy for you. I'm pretty sure you and Harland played around today. I'm not going to make you feel as if you have to confess anything to me. Our talk the other night was enough. If you want to play with Harland, feel free to do so. Just always promise me you'll make good safe decisions. That's all I ask of you." "You have my word, Dad. I have no doubt where you and I stand. I had a talk with Harland today, and he assured me he has not played with anyone since the two of you stopped seeing each other." "Harland is a man of his word, Trace. If that's what he told you, then I believe him." Tracy gave a nod. "I believe what he told me." "Then we're good here, Trace," Pete assured him. "I want to always be up front and honest with you," Tracy explained. "And I will always be the same with you," Pete said. "Good." Tracy finished his drink. "I don't suppose I could talk you into coming to bed and cuddling with me?" Tracy stood to his feet. Pete allowed his son to pull him off the sofa. "I can think of nothing better I'd like to do. Well, there might be another thing or two I might let you try on me." They went into Tracy's bedroom and jumped out of their clothes. Naked, they fell on the bed wrapped in each other's arms. Pete's naked flesh immediately drove his son crazy with desire. Tracy groaned and begged his dad to fuck him. "I need you in my ass, Dad," Tracy moaned. "Don't you ever get enough of my cock?" "I`d keep your dick in me all the time if I could," Tracy said. "I do enjoy fucking you." Tracy always kept a bottle of lube under his bed. He reached over the side and found it. He gave it to Pete. "Grease me up," he told his dad. Tracy rolled on his back and spread his legs. Pete eyed his son's hot body hungrily. "You really like it on your back, don't you?" "Hell, yeah. It's hot watching you fuck me." "It's hot fucking you," Pete said. Tracy watched his dad squeeze the thick gel from the bottle. He body cut loose with a shiver when he felt Pete push the lube inside his ass. He loved feeling his dad finger fuck gel up him. Pete continued working his ass, making it ready to take his cock. Finally Tracy couldn't take it any longer. He told Pete to quit fingering him and stuff his dick up him. "So you think you're ready for my fuck rod, Trace?" "More than ready," Tracy groaned. "Let me feel your bush grinding next to me." "You do like my hair, don't you, Son?" "Hair is hot," Tracy whispered. Pete pressed his dick head next to his son's slippery hole. "Get ready for my hairy rod, Trace." Pete slammed his dick all the way inside Tracy. Balls deep, the man went. "God, yes!" Tracy couldn't keep from screaming the words. Tracy's ass suddenly felt like it was on fire. Pete's hairy dick went deeper each time it entered his son. The pleasure Tracy was feeling was so intense the boy thought he would lose his mind. "Your ass is in fine shape tonight," Pete moaned. "I love the way it's pulling me inside you." As Tracy lay there enjoying the fucking his dad was giving him, he let his eyes settle on Pete's hairy chest. His dad was really working up a sweat as he fucked his son's hole. Tracy watched his dad's sweat slowly crawl through the thick curls on Pete's chest. The thick mat of hair was becoming plastered to the man's flesh. "Cum in my ass, Dad," Tracy begged. "Give me your thick cum. Slam your bush against me. Shoot up my ass, Dad." Pete suddenly cried out, "Fuck it! I'm going to shoot, Trace." Tracy felt his dad's dick shudder from deep inside his ass. The first wave of cream left Pete's cock, and his son felt it coat the walls of his ass. More followed, and suddenly Tracy felt complete. His dad had filled his ass with dad cream. When he had finished shooting inside his son's ass, Pete lowered his body and gave Tracy a kiss on the mouth. His cock was still buried his the boy's cum-filled hole. "I love you so much, Trace. But then, I have always loved you," he added with a gentle smile. "I love you, Dad. When you're inside me, I feel complete. If it were possible, I'd never let you pull out." Pete remained where he was for a time. Then he said, "You need to lose a load. Let's take care of you, Son." Tracy felt his dad slide out of him and gave a sigh. "I'm lonely once more." Pete reached between his son's legs and pushed two fingers up the boy's ass. He brought them out covered in cum. Tracy watched as his dad went back inside and returned with more spunk. Tracy had no idea what the man was up to. He watched in silence as Pete continued working cum out into the palm of his hand. Pete gave his son a grin. "In case you're wondering what I'm up to, I'm working on lubing your dick. I want you to fuck me with my cum." Tracy's dick gave a jerk. "I think he likes the idea," Pete decided. Pete covered his son's cock in spunk and then fell to the bed on his back. "You seem to like this position," he said. Tracy crawled between his dad's legs. "I like it very much." He pushed the head of his dick against his dad's hairy entrance. "Your asshole is so hairy," he moaned. "You're going to be just like me," Pete told him. "It won't be long before you're as hairy as me." "I hope you're right." Tracy slammed into his dad's ass. "You will be. Trace, I love feeling your pubes next to me the way they are now. Like you, I am crazy about hair." "Hair is hot." Those were the last words Tracy spoke for some time. He concentrated on Pete's ass, driving his cock as deeply as possible each time he entered the man. His balls slapped against Pete's body, making a loud friction sound each time they made contact with flesh. Even though Tracy had improved, he still didn't have quite the control his father had when it came to having an orgasm. He still found that he came before he was ready. Tracy realized he was about to cum inside his dad. He began working the man's ass like crazy. His cock shook and sent the first spurt of juice flying up his dad. "God!" he cried out. Spent, Tracy fell against his dad's body. Pete's damp chest pressed tightly next to his son's smooth flesh. "That was fucking good," Pete praised a short time later. "It was good," Tracy agreed. "Tell me, will I ever get where I'll last as long as you when I fuck?" "There's nothing wrong with the way you fuck, Trace," Pete assured his son. "Not if you like a fast shooter." "You are not a `fast shooter', as you put it, Trace. Hell, you're still young. Things will settle down for you. You last much longer now than at the beginning of summer." "Hell, thanks for the vote of confidence." Tracy rolled off his dad and fell on his back. "Listen to me, Trace. You're doing everything right. Trust me, Son, I have no complaint with the way you fuck. I am quite satisfied." "If you say so, Dad." "I do, so quit arguing with me." "Yes, sir." Pete grinned at his son. "Tell me, does Harland fuck as well as I remember?" "Excuse me?" "Are you losing your hearing? I'll repeat the question, a little slower this time. Harland. Is he still a good fucker?" "Are you serious? Do you really want an answer to that question?" Pete gave a nod with his head. "I'm pretty sure I know the answer already, but you can tell me just the same." "Well, alright. If you really must know, I had a hell of a time taking the man's cock. In fact, it took several attempts." "I take it there was success?" "Oh, yeah. Two or three successes, I might add." "Oh, fuck!" Tracy gave his father a grin. "That's right. Two fucks, to be exact." "And you still wanted to be fucked again tonight? I'm amazed." Tracy leaned over and gave his dad a kiss. "The night's still young," he said. "If you're up to it, I'd love to have you up my ass again. In fact, a couple times would be nice...that is, if the old man is up to it." "I'm sure we can work something out," Pete assured him. "Better in than out, I always say," Tracy laughed. The talking stopped for a time. Father and son enjoyed a sense of togetherness surrounded by the silence in the room. There was no need for words. Their loving touch was all they needed for the moment. Tracy dozed off for a few moments. When he opened his eyes, he discovered his dad watching him silently from the side of the bed. "What are you doing?" he asked Pete. Pete gave a shrug of his shoulders. "Just watching you," he answered. "Watching me sleep. That must be really interesting." "It's very interesting," Pete assured him. "I love watching you doing many things." "Dad, I'm going to miss you when I go back to school." "It will be different," Pete agreed. "Still, you can come home every weekend if you want. You're only going to be an hour or so away." "I plan on jacking off three or four times a day while I'm at school," Tracy told his dad. "I'll be thinking of you. Hope you won't mind." Pete laughed. "I won't mind at all, Trace. In fact, I find it hot knowing you picture me when you jack off." "I've been doing it for years," Tracy said. "Do you think you're going to have any time for studying? I mean, if you're planning on jacking off three or four times a day, how much time can there be left for studying?" "I'm sure I can work it in," Tracy replied. "Are you going to be working in something else? I know how you like doing that?" "Only on weekends. You have my word on that, Dad." "I know it sounds selfish, but I'm really glad you feel that way." "You're not selfish, Dad. I feel the same way. I guess with the exception of Harland." "I really am okay with you and Harland," Pete assured him. "As long as you don't forget about me." "Not going to happen, Dad. As for Harland, he will never want to take your place. In fact, his thoughts from the very beginning were of you and your needs. He was the one who encouraged sex between you and me. He said I should do it for your sake. For Pete's Sake, he told me." "Well, for my sake, I am glad everything has turned out the way it did," Pete assured his son. "Yeah, me, too. For both our sakes." Tracy spread his legs apart and gave his father a wide grin. "Okay, for your sake, as well as mine, push your cock inside my ass and fuck my brains out, Dad. For your sake and mine, fill me with your cum."