Date: Thu, 11 Jun 2015 17:29:39 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: For Pete's Sake, Chapter 4

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CHAPTER FOUR


	Just as Tracy drove into town, he realized it was about time for
his dad's lunch break. He had planned on dropping by the garage, but
changed his mind and drove straight to the bank. He parked his dad's truck
and hurried inside the building.
	When Pete saw his son walking toward his desk, he greeted, "Hey,
Trace! What's up?"
	"Have you heard from the garage?"
	"As a matter of fact, I have. The Jeep will be ready around two
o'clock."
      Tracy looked at the big round clock on the wall and said, "That's an
hour. Have you eaten lunch?"
      Pete told his son he hadn't and stood to his feet. He announced to no
one in particular that he was leaving for lunch.
      The two walked a few doors down to the local café and claimed a
booth. The owner, Tess Roberts, had claimed to have the best food in town
for years.
      After they gave their order, Pete asked his son about his morning,
ending with, "You find everything on the list at the grocery store?"
      Tracy assured him he had, adding, "Plus a few extra items."
      Pete assured him that was okay and asked about the rest of his
morning.
      "Not much to tell, Dad. Just a little house cleaning." It wasn't
quite the truth, and Tracy made a mental note to rectify his words after he
picked up the Jeep.
      Their burgers arrived shortly, and they concentrated on the food
before them. When they had finished eating, Tracy said, "I think when we
leave here I'll go by the garage. Maybe they'll finish with the Jeep a
little early."
      Pete told his son he needed to get back to the bank. "I'm expecting a
telephone call in a few moments."
      Before they parted in front of the bank, Tracy said, "Here are the
truck keys. I'll walk to the garage. Thanks for lunch, Dad."
      Tracy made his way slowly along the sidewalk, taking in the sights
along the way to the garage. While it was true that Makers wasn't very big
and also true that it couldn't brag about having very many businesses, it
was true that it had been home for Tracy all of his life. Other than
college, he hadn't known anything else but Makers. While he was at school
he tried to stay focused and keep grades that would make his father
proud. Even though he had just completed his second year of college, Tracy
didn't really have any friends at school. There were a few "study buddies"
that met regularly for just that: to study. Other than those people, Tracy
kept to himself in the dorm. He had a roommate, but the two were seldom in
the room at the same time. Pete had offered to rent a small apartment after
Tracy's first year at school, but the boy had refused. He had told his dad
the dorm room was fine with him.
      When Tracy walked into the front part of the garage, he was met by an
older man behind the counter.
      "Hey, Tracy. I suppose you're here for your Jeep?"
      At Tracy's nod, the man said, "Well, she's ready and waitin' for
you."
      "I appreciate it, Carl. The damned thing just died on me. Gave me no
warning at all."
      "Clogged up fuel filter," Carl explained. "She's up and running now."
He handed Tracy the keys. "You're free to go. I'll send the bill to your
dad."
      Tracy took the keys, thanked the man and hurried out to the
Jeep. When he climbed into the vehicle and inserted the key, he felt a
surge of power as the engine came to life. How he loved his Jeep!
      He drove out of town and headed home, enjoying the feel of the Jeep
as it shook his body. At the edge of Makers sat the local police. As
Harland had mentioned that morning, the officer was always sitting there
waiting. One of the things the man was good at was catching travelers who
were coming into town. He would turn his lights on and pull strangers over
before they could slow down to the designated speed.
      Tracy waved to the man and drove the rest of the way home. He pulled
up in the yard and hurried inside the house. Since he told his dad he had
cleaned house earlier, he decided he had better make good his word and have
something to show when Pete came home from work later that afternoon.
      Tracy had a meal planned for the evening, but it was way too early to
begin preparing that. He decided to hit the bedrooms. First he went to his
room and picked up the clothes he had thrown around the room. Making his
bed last, Tracy headed for Pete's room.
      Upon entering his dad's bedroom, Tracy discovered that the man hadn't
made his bed. Other than that, the room was in fairly good shape. Tracy
walked over to the unmade bed and began pulling the top sheet upward.
      When Tracy walked around to the side of bed closest to the wall, he
suddenly remembered his dad lying there the night before; the memory of his
dad's body moving, wondering if the man was jacking off. He dropped to his
knees, then to his side where he could see what, if anything, was under his
dad's bed. Tracy was rewarded immediately. He reached underneath and pulled
something out. The "something" turned out to be a rag.
      "What the fuck?" Saying the words out loud, Tracy brought the rag to
his nose. He realized at once what he was holding in his hand. His dad's
cum rag.  He took another deep breath, savoring the sweet smell of cum. Not
just any cum. His dad's juice. Part of the rag was still damp, and suddenly
Tracy knew without a doubt that his father had been jacking off the night
before. The realization brought an instant hardness to his dick.
      He stood to his feet and pulled his shorts down. Tracy fell on top
his dad's bed and began playing with his cock, enjoying the touch of hard
flesh against his fingers. As he stroked with his right hand, he picked his
dad's cum rag up with the other and brought it to his nose. The sweet smell
of his father's juice was enough to make him ready to cum. Without giving
any thought to the matter, Tracy brought the rag he was holding down to his
dick. Although not as much as earlier with Harland, Tracy shot enough spunk
into his dad's rag that the man would definitely know it was there. He
would realize it was fresh, and that he hadn't been the one to shoot it
there.
      That, Tracy thought as he squeezed the last bit of cum from his cock,
would hopefully set things into motion where his dad was concerned. He
became really excited when he thought about his dad finding fresh cum in
the rag. So excited in fact, that he thought his dick was never going to go
back down.
      Dried cum from his morning with Harland was beginning to pull on his
pubes, making things a bit uncomfortable for Tracy. He left his dad's
bedroom and headed for the shower. As he scrubbed his body, ridding it of
all the dried cum, Tracy became excited once more, thinking about his dad
finding the fresh cum in his rag. The thoughts did nothing to relieve his
aching cock. He turned the hot water off and stood under the now very cold
spray. The movement created the desired effect. His dick went down
immediately.
      He turned the water off and dried his body. Next Tracy walked into
his room to dress. Thinking about what he wanted to wear, another idea came
to the college boy. Tracy found the shortest pair of shorts that he
owned. He went commando and pulled the shorts up his body. The material
covered his crotch only slightly, not leaving much for imagination. They
were so tight that the impression of Tracy's nut sac was plainly impressed
against the material. The top was low enough that his beginning to grow
treasure trail could be seen leading down and disappearing behind the
shorts. At first his intention was to not wear a shirt, but after thinking
it over, he decided that might be a little too much too soon for his
dad. He found an equally short tank top and pulled it over his head. All
the way down, it left his midsection showing, adding to the enticement of
his blond treasure trail.
      Finished with his dressing, Tracy stood in front of the mirror and
studied his reflection. He was satisfied with the end result. He gave
himself a grin and left his room. It was time to begin the evening meal.

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      Tracy was working on putting a salad together when his dad walked
inside the house. He couldn't miss the surprised look on the man's face
when he saw his son standing at the kitchen counter.
      "You're looking unusually comfy this evening," Pete commented.
      "Yeah, I know. I was doing some cleaning and lost track of time. I
dressed in the first thing I grabbed."
      "Well, I'm not so sure you have on enough to say you're
dressed. However, being it's just the two of us, I see nothing wrong with
your choice. Do I have time for a shower, Trace?"
      Tracy assured the man he did, and Pete walked down the hall to his
bedroom.
      As Tracy concentrated on his meal, he began to think about his dad
and the man being in the shower. He waited a few moments and then headed
for the bathroom. To his surprise and delight, his father had left the door
to the bathroom opened about six inches. Tracy felt his heart race inside
his chest.  He stepped inside the room and stopped. He could see the shadow
of Pete's body behind the shower curtain. Tracy stood there for a moment
taking everything in.  Even his dad's shadow was sexy, he decided.
      Forcing himself to speak, Tracy called out, "How you coming, Dad?
Supper's `bout ready."
      His dad pulled the shower curtain back far enough to allow Tracy to
see his face and chest. The hair on Pete's chest was wet with soap and
plastered against his body.
      "Give me five minutes," Pete told him.
      Tracy tried not to stare at his dad. Damn, the man was fucking hot,
he thought. He backed out of the room, but not before his cock was hard in
his shorts. His very short and tight shorts.
      Once out in the hall, Tracy reached into his pants and straightened
his aching member. When he walked into the bathroom, his cock had been
lying sideways through his pubes. As it began growing, it pulled the hair
with it, making Tracy very uncomfortable in his crotch area.
      He returned to the kitchen with his cock somewhat softer, and
finished his meal. When he heard his dad come into the room minutes later,
he turned to announce everything was ready. He registered a moment of shock
when he saw his dad standing in the doorway. Pete was also wearing shorts
and a tank top. While neither shorts nor shirt was as short as his son's,
Pete's choice caused his son to wonder how the hell he was going to sit
across the table from the man and keep his mind on his food.
      It wasn't the shorts as much as the tank top that distracted
Tracy. His dad's shirt was low enough to allow his curly chest hair to
climb over the top.
      "I guess you went in for comfy, too," Tracy remarked.
      Pete gave his son a grin. "Like I pointed out earlier, with it being
the two of us, we might as well be comfortable."
      They sat down to the table, and Pete asked about his son's day. Tracy
told him he had straightened up the bedrooms and made both beds. He told
him about most of the day's happenings, only leaving out the part about him
being with Harland and jacking off on his dad's bed. As for the part about
Harland, he wasn't ready to confide in his dad on that matter. Yet. As for
finding his dad's cum rag, well, he was hoping that would be another
matter. He'd have to wait and see how that played out.