Date: Wed, 3 Jun 2015 15:43:48 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: For Pete's Sake, Chapter 3

CHAPTER THREE


	Tracy turned over in bed and opened his eyes. The sun was shining
brightly through his bedroom window. His eyes focused on the alarm clock
sitting on the table beside his bed, and he read the
numbers. Six-thirty. If he got up now, he could catch his dad before Pete
left for the bank.
	Tracy jumped out of bed and headed for the door. As he walked down
the hall to the kitchen, he could feel leftover cum from the night before
tugging at the hair of his crotch. A reminder that he had heard his dad
jacking off. At least he was pretty sure he had from the sounds coming from
his father's room.
	When Tracy entered the kitchen, Pete was sitting at the kitchen
table enjoying his morning coffee. The daily newspaper was spread out on
the table before him. He looked up as his son came into the room. He
watched as Tracy walked over and pulled a cup from the kitchen cabinet.
	Tracy filled his cup with coffee and turned around to find his dad
looking at him closely.
	"Morning, Dad," he greeted. He joined his father at the table.
	"When did you start drinking coffee?"
	"When it was time to start cramming for finals at school," Tracy
answered.
	"I guess the idea to start studying sooner never occurred to you."
	Tracy grinned. "That would be too easy, Dad."
	Silence settled between the two, and when it continued, Tracy
feared his dad was uncomfortable because of what had happened the night
before. To break the silence, Tracy asked about the list his dad had
mentioned the night before.
	"You have my list ready?" he asked.
	There was a notepad on the table. Pete tore the top sheet off and
handed to his son.
	"I'm still working on that. However, I did write down some things
we need from the grocery store. You mind picking them up this morning? You
can have my truck to run around town."
	"I can do that." Tracy looked at the clock on the kitchen
wall. "I'll get dressed now.
	Tracy left the kitchen carrying his coffee cup. He hurried to his
room, pulled his shorts off and walked to the bathroom naked. Before he
jumped into the shower, he made sure to leave the bathroom door open just
in case Pete needed encouragement about coming in if he wanted to.
	Tracy couldn't help but feel somewhat disappointed when he stepped
out of the shower a few minutes later. His dad had not come near him. The
door remained open, but no sign of Pete. Tracy dried his body off and
walked out of the bathroom.
	Then something did happen. Just as Tracy reached the door to his
room, his dad was suddenly standing in the hall. Tracy couldn't help but
notice the way his father's eyes traveled over his body. Pete took in every
inch of his son, especially his crotch area. In that area he remained the
longest. Tracy also couldn't help but see the way his father's eyes changed
as they looked at his cock. Tracy felt it beginning to stir, and he willed
it not to rise.
	"Just checking on you, Trace. We're sort of running close this
morning."
	Tracy rubbed his stomach lightly just above his pubes and said,
"I'm on it, Dad. One minute, I promise."
	Pete Adams turned around and disappeared from sight. Tracy went
into his room and pulled a pair of shorts and one of his favorite tank tops
on. He snapped the straps on his sandals and joined his dad in the kitchen.
	"I'm ready, Dad," he announced.
	Pete drove them into town. When he pulled up in front of the bank,
he got out from behind the wheel.
	"I know you miss the Jeep, Trace. Please feel free to drive my
truck today. I'll check with the garage later this morning and see how
things are coming along."
	Tracy slid behind the wheel and thanked his dad for the use of his
truck.
	"Do you have your cell with you?"
	Tracy gave his father a big grin. "Yes, sir, I do. And yes, it's
fully charged," he added.
	Pete smiled at his son. "I'm really glad you're home for the
summer, Trace."
	"Me, too, Dad."
	Tracy pulled away from the bank and drove two blocks down the
street to the only supermarket in town. Makers was a very small town. It
boasted of one grocery store, one bank, one hardware store and one café
in the "downtown" district. There were a couple of convenience stores where
gas, food, drinks and beer were sold. And that, plus four churches and
about five hundred residents made up the small but friendly town of
Makers. The was also one elementary school, one middle school and one high
school the town was very proud to claim.
	Tracy hurried inside the grocery store and greeted the owner by
name.
	"Morning, Boyd. Am I your first customer of the day?" Tracy tugged
on a shopping cart as he greeted the man.
	"You are," the man answered. "You must have come into town with
your father."
	"I did for a fact. My Jeep's over at the garage, so I had to ride
into town with Dad this morning."
	"Pete's a good man. He's done real well with you. Losing your mom
and all."
	Tracy could only give a nod with his head. It was still hard to
talk about his mother, even though she had been gone almost seven years. He
pulled his father's list from the pocket of his shorts and began filling
his cart.
	Tracy left the store half an hour later with everything on his list
plus five extra items. His dad shouldn't have to send him to the store for
several days now, with everything he had picked up.
	He drove his dad's truck home with the groceries on the seat beside
him. It didn't take Tracy long to put his food and supplies away. He looked
at the clock and saw that it was not even nine-thirty yet. He went to his
room and fell on the bed.
	As Tracy lay there, his mind returned to the night before. He
thought about his attempt to catch his dad naked. The memory of his father
catching him naked made Tracy's cock began to get hard. He rubbed the
material of his shorts and felt his dick grow. It wasn't long before he
pulled his shorts down to make it easier to stroke himself. Tracy pulled
his hand away suddenly. He lay there and waited for the feeling to go away;
the one that made him realize he was about to shoot his load. When he felt
it was safe to touch his cock once more, Tracy wrapped his fingers around
it and began to slowly pump his fist.
	Tracy continued doing this for half an hour or better. His hand had
brought him almost to an orgasm for at least the twentieth time if not
more, when the telephone on the wall in the kitchen rang.
	He cried out, "Fuck!"
	At first Tracy thought about ignoring the thing's insistent
ringing. He really needed to shoot his cream. However, after the fourth
ring, he decided that maybe he should answer the damned thing.
	He rolled off his bed. He stepped out of his shorts and walked into
the kitchen. As he reached to answer the telephone, his cock cut loose with
a heavy strand of pre cum. It left his dick and landed on his bare flesh.
	Harland Lewis answered his greeting.
	"What's up, Tracy?" the man asked in his ear.
	"My cock," Tracy answered the man.
	"I'm sure. Please tell me your dad stayed home from work today, and
he's the reason your dick is hard."
	"You have it partly right," Tracy said. "Dad didn't stay home, but
he is the reason my dick's hard."
	"You plan on shooting cum out of that dick?"
	Tracy grinned into the phone and said, "Does the bear shit in the
woods, Harland?"
	It was quiet for a minute on Harland's end. Then, "Well, if you can
hold off shooting for the time being, I would love having both you and your
hard dick drop by the house."
	Tracy looked down at his body. Strands of pre cum ran through his
blond pubes. He wrapped a fist around his throbbing thickness and stroked
it a couple of times. Then he pulled away. His knees felt weak from the
want and need to shoot his spunk.
	"I think I can wait. Are you giving me an invitation to come?"
	"In more ways than one," Harland responded.
	"I'll get dressed. I can be at your place in fifteen minutes."
	"Wish you could remain naked, but I'm sure the cop that always
watches for speeders at the edge of town would love seeing that."
	"Yeah, I think I'll pass on that. I don't think I'd last very long
in prison."
	"I don't know. I hear it can be very satisfying in one of those
places," Harland pointed out.
	"Perhaps you're right. However, I think I can find all the
satisfaction I need on the outside world. Be there shortly, Harland."
	Tracy ended his call and hurried back to his room in search of his
shorts. He pulled them on, forcing his hard dick to hide behind the
material. The front showed a wet spot almost immediately from so much pre
cum leaking out of his cock.
	After making sure he had his phone in his pocket, Tracy hurried out
to his dad's truck. The engine roared to life, and he headed out in the
direction of the Lewis farm. Once through town, Tracy soon left the highway
for the gravel road that would lead him to Harland's house.
	A short time later, as he was pulling up in front of the farmhouse
where Harland lived, Tracy had an idea. Harland's house was actually hidden
from the road and couldn't be seen by anyone driving by. Tracy stepped out
of the truck and pulled his tank top off, followed by his shorts. Carrying
his wallet and cell with him and keeping his sandals on, Tracy walked up to
Harland's porch completely naked. He knocked on the door and waited, the
warm June air blowing across his body.
	The door opened, and Harland discovered the naked body standing
before him.
	"Oh. My. God. You did come naked. What a sight you are. Get in
here, boy." Harland opened the screen door and pulled Tracy inside. He shut
the door and pulled the college student to him, hugging the boy as close to
him as was humanly possible.
	"Such a long time since I've held a naked body," he breathed.
	"Yeah, since yesterday," Tracy said giving him a grin.  He looked
down at his naked flesh. Then eyeing Harland, he said, "Something's wrong
with this picture. Have any idea what it could be?"
	"Hell, yeah, I do." Harland was wearing jeans and a tee shirt. He
moved quickly and was soon standing next to Tracy, just as naked as the
college boy.
	"I see you're still hard," Harland grinned. He wrapped his fingers
around Tracy's thick cock.
	Tracy's eyes went at once to Harland's crotch. "And I see someone's
getting that way, too."
	Tracy reached down and gave the older man's dick a squeeze. While
Harland may have not been completely hard after losing his clothes, seconds
after Tracy's touch, the man was pointing out just as strongly.
	"You have a nice cock," Tracy praised.
	"Your cock is hot," Harland told him. "In fact, everything about
you is hot."
	Tracy found himself being pulled back into Harland's arms once
more.
	"Tracy, have you ever been kissed by a man before?"
	Tracy shook his head. "No one but Dad," he said. "And that was when
I was just a little kid."
	"Would you like to be?"
	Tracy smiled at the man standing before him. "I think I would," he
answered.
	Harland was an inch or so taller than Tracy. As he leaned over to
kiss him, Tracy saw a look of tenderness come to the man's face. Not really
knowing what to expect, Tracy stood there waiting on Harland.
	At first Harland's touch was gentle, kind, almost loving. His touch
brought feeling to the surface that Tracy had never experienced before. It
wasn't long before he was returning Harland's kiss with as much passion as
the older man was giving.
	Harland finally broke the kiss and gently pushed Tracy toward the
sofa. "Have a seat," he said.
	Tracy did as he was told. He wasn't sure what Harland's next move
was going to be.
	Harland dropped to the floor and pushed his way between Tracy's
legs. "Have you ever had a blow job, Tracy?"
	Tracy shook his head. "No, never," he replied.
	Harland looked at him, doubt showing on his face. "Never? Not even
with a buddy while you were growing up?"
	"No one," Tracy answered. "I think I've told you already, but I
never even jacked with anybody when I was a kid."
	"How come?"
	"I'm not sure. It just never happened."
	Harland grinned and said, "Well, then lay back and prepare for a
really big explosion."
	Leaning against Tracy, Harland placed his hands on the boy's
body. His left hand rested in Tracy's thick blond bush and his right rested
at the hairy base of his cock. He pushed his tongue out and began licking
along the shaft around the bottom of the head.
	When Tracy felt the man's wet tongue, he couldn't control the
shudder that coursed through his body.
	"You like the way my tongue makes you feel, Tracy?"
	The boy nodded without speaking.
	"If this feels good to you, then you have to be prepared for the
rest. Trust me, when I swallow all the way down to your hairy root, you're
going to think you've left this life and crossed over into the next."
	Tracy remained where he was, his body pressed back against the
sofa. Harland's tongue was definitely causing sweet sensations to travel
all over his body.
	Without any warning, Harland suddenly swallowed Tracy's dick. He
could feel the man's nose pushed into the middle of his pubes.
	"Fuck!" he cried.
	Fucking Harland's mouth felt so good that in less than a minute
Tracy was ready to fill the man's mouth with his load. Harland could sense
it and suddenly pulled off.
	"You can't cum," he said with a grin. "At least not yet," he
added. "I'm going to build your load up."
	"Maybe I should warn you about something. I had been edging for a
long time when you called me."
	"I'm counting on a huge load," Harland told him. He swallowed
Tracy's young cock once more.
	"God that feels good," Tracy moaned. "I'm not going to last very
long, no matter how hard you try."
	Harland pulled off once more. "Believe me, I am in no hurry. I've
got all the time in the world."
	True to his word, the man's mouth, his energy, seemed to go on
forever. The man was as good at blowing him as Tracy had seen any man in
any porno be. Finally he was begging Harland to let him cum.
	"Are you sure?" The older man assured him he could go on sucking
him forever. "Your dick tastes so fucking good."
	"You're driving me out of my mind. Please, let me cum, Harland."
	Harland went back to blowing him, and when Tracy felt the man's
finger play with his asshole, he jumped off the mountain. The first wave of
his spunk hit the back of Harland's throat with such force that the older
man choked. However, he recovered enough to catch it all, not letting one
drop escape his mouth.
	Finished shooting what was probably the biggest load ever, Tracy
fell against the sofa weak, all of his energy spent. He felt the couch give
a little as Harland sat next to him, his bare skin next to Tracy's leg.
	Tracy opened his eyes and looked at the older man.
	"That was absolutely the biggest fireworks show I've ever been to,
Harland." He reached over and gave the man's leg a pat.
	Harland took hold of his dick and began jacking. The scene was
still something that Tracy had a hard time believing. He found it difficult
to realize this was the second time in less than twenty-four hours that he
had seen another man jack off. He loved the sight, found it so hot it
nearly blew his mind. He loved watching Harland stroke his dick, loved
watching the man tug at both his brown pubes and furry nut sac. In fact, it
was making his cock hard. Again.
	As Harland jerked his dick, he saw that Tracy was getting hard for
the second time.
	"Ah, to be so fucking young," he said grinning.
	"I'm a little surprised myself. It must be the hot body sitting
next to me."
	Watching Harland jacking off, Tracy took hold of his dick and began
rubbing it. When he did, a small amount of cum dripped out of the head and
fell into his fingers. Tracy used it as lube and soon the sensation was on
him, and he knew he was going to shoot for the second time in less than
fifteen minutes.
	"Fuck, I'm going to cum," he groaned.
	"Shit, me too!"
	When Tracy shot his second load of cum, he sent Harland over the
edge. The man shot a thick load of cream, crying out as the spunk hit his
body. It landed near his belly button. Tracy watched as the thick spunk
began to slowly crawl down into the man's damp bush. It was a hot sight
watching the man's brown fur attach itself to the skin underneath it.
	A few minutes later Harland leaned over and kissed Tracy lightly on
the mouth.
	"Thank you," Harland said.
	"For what?"
	Harland smiled at the boy. "For making me feel kind of young
again."
	"Well, thank you for making me...for helping me experience
everything you have for the past twenty-four hours."
	Harland leaned forward. "It's a little early, but would you like a
beer?"
	"Ah...I think I'd better pass. I'm in Dad's truck this time."
	"That's probably wise. Speaking of Pete, tell me how last night
went."
	"Not much happened," Tracy answered. "Oh, I tried to catch him
naked, but I never could. However, I did manage to walk around him without
any clothes on. Twice, actually. Once last night and again this morning."
	"And nothing came of it?"
	"Well..."
	"Well," Harland said when Tracy didn't continue.
	"Nothing happened this morning. I walked from the shower to my room
naked. Dad saw me, but all he said was he didn't want to be late getting to
the bank."
	"And last night?" Harland prompted.
	"I'm not exactly sure, but I think I saw Dad with a hard-on. He had
boxers on, but I'm pretty sure he was hard. In fact, I think he had been
stroking when I walked into his room. He was on his side, and when he
turned over, well, boxers don't do much to hide things like that."
	"Baby steps, I guess."
	Tracy asked the man what he meant.
	"Baby steps. Just like a baby has to crawl before he can walk, you
have to see things like last night before you can actually do anything
about it."
	"I guess," Tracy said thoughtfully. "I'm pretty sure I heard him
jacking after I left the room."
	"Shit, the steps are getting bigger," Harland grinned. "You didn't
join him?"
	"Fuck no! I think it would have completely ruined a chance of
anything ever happening if I'd done that."
	"You're probably right," Harland agreed. "Something will happen,
Tracy." Harland gave him another smile.
	Another hour went by before Tracy headed for the door. "I'd better
get home," he told Harland. "Dad said he was going to check on the Jeep
later today. I want to be closer to home in case he calls with good news."
	"That's probably wise," Harland agreed. He walked Tracy to the
door. "I'm going to enjoy your body while you walk to your dad's truck."
	"And I'm going to think about both you and Dad the next time I jack
off," Tracy assured the older man.
	"Just promise to keep me posted," Harland reminded. "And Tracy?
Make things happen. For Pete's sake. Hell, for both your sakes."
	Tracy promised to do his best and went to his dad's truck. He
pulled his clothes on and headed the truck back to town.