Date: Sun, 14 Jun 2015 23:32:44 +0000 (UTC) From: Jerlar Subject: For Pete's Sake, Chapter Five 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 I want to thank the readers of my stories for responding to my request. I have heard from so many of you, and I appreciate you very much. There is no doubt about it. I will continue this story. Even though I usually don't post more than one time a week, I am going to post a second chapter this week. Here is it, and I hope it is enjoyed by everyone. You guys are the best! Mark CHAPTER FIVE Tracy and his dad spent the evening watching television together. Right after the news Pete announced he was going to bed. Tracy grinned and said, "Think I'll hit the sack myself. This housework is kicking my ass." Pete eyed his son's body. "You don't look like you're tired," he replied. Tracy liked the way his father looked at him. This wasn't the first time tonight the man had looked him over. Tracy was of the opinion his father enjoyed the sight his son was presenting, dressed in his short and very tight pair of shorts; not to mention the meager tank top Tracy was wearing. "Well, like it or not, my ass is dragging. I'm ready for bed." When he reached his bedroom door, Tracy told his dad goodnight. "See you in the morning, Dad." Tracy pulled the cover back on his bed and crawled on top of the sheet. As he lay there, he tried to picture his dad finding the rag under his bed wet with fresh cum. Tracy didn't have any doubt his dad would jack off. Especially after the outfit Tracy had worn to the supper table. He wished he could be hidden in his dad's room when the man discovered the rag with fresh cum. Tracy's thoughts made him hard in his shorts. He could feel strands of pre cum falling down into his bush, causing a wet spot to form in the crotch of his shorts. Making a decision, Tracy walked out of his room and made his way down the hall to his dad's bedroom door. He was happy to see that Pete had left it open. Tracy stepped up and stuck his head inside the open door. He had a full view of the room, especially his dad's bed. Pete was on his back, hands in his shorts. He was definitely playing with himself. Not wanting to give his dad too much of a shock, Tracy gave a little knock on the door. Caught with his pants down, so to speak, Pete quickly removed his hands from his boxers. Tracy couldn't help but see his dad's hard-on. It was pressing tightly against the man's shorts, begging to be released. Stepping a little further into the room, Tracy stood straight and tall. He gave his dad full view of his body. He wanted the man to see just how hard he was, how much his dick was straining against the material of his shorts, wanting to be free. Saying the first thing he could think of, Tracy said, "Are you going to have something for me to do tomorrow, Dad?" Pete's face was very red, but he didn't make a move to cover himself up. A smile of sorts appeared on his face, and he said, "I'll leave you a list on the kitchen table, Trace." As Tracy stood there listening to his dad, he couldn't help but notice the way the man's dick kept twitching inside his boxers. He tried to focus his eyes on Pete's face, but he couldn't keep them from going down like a camera lens and taking pictures for him to enjoy later. Tracy told the man goodnight and slowly backed out of the room. He took really small steps in order to allow his dad the pleasure of seeing his nearly naked body for as long as possible. Just before he disappeared into the hall, Tracy rubbed his hand against his shorts. The movement caused his hard-on to stand out boldly against the tight material. He noticed that his dad's dick gave an even bigger twitch by the display his son had just made. Tracy went back to his room. Not closing his bedroom door, he quickly pulled his shorts off and climbed back into bed. He began playing with himself, enjoying the feeling of hardness in his fist, as well as the thick wiry hair that grew widespread around his cock. Thinking about his dad jacking off, Tracy started stroking his dick. The thought of his hot dad jerking off made Tracy very excited, his cock all the harder. He only hoped that one day he would be able to watch the man in person and not have to just "picture it" in his mind. Tracy paused a moment, his fist wrapped tightly around his shaft. Was that a noise in the hall? He wondered. There was a squeaking sound. The sort of sound that comes from a foot walking across carpet. It had to be his dad, Tracy decided. The man was standing out in the hall. Watching him, perhaps? The thought was enough to drive Tracy crazy. Not caring one bit that his dad might be outside his room watching, he went back to jacking his cock. The thought of Pete outside his room was enough to drive Tracy over the edge. He quickly shot his load. "Fuck." Tracy said the word out loud and watched as he shot cum near his belly button. After Tracy had milked all the cum from his dick, he remained there on top of his covers. He didn't bother trying to cover his body. Only seconds after he came, Tracy heard another footstep. This time, however, the sound was going away from his room. Suddenly he heard a door close quietly, and he realized that his dad had been in the hall and had definitely watched his son shoot a thick load of cum from his dick. At first Tracy had thought he would fall to sleep with cum on his body. He loved going to bed with the scent of cum on him. He soon changed his mind, however. A long hot shower would be nice to have before going to sleep. Tracy walked out of his room naked, the smell of fresh cum following him down the hall. He went into the bathroom and turned the water on. Before he stepped under the spray, Tracy made sure to leave the bathroom door open all the way. It was becoming a habit for him to shower with it open. He wanted to give his dad every opportunity he could to catch his son naked and wet. Tracy scrubbed his body hard, making the cum disappear from his body. He had entered the shower a sticky mess and would soon leave with his body squeaky clean. He paid close attention to his pubes, making sure the blond curls were clean and free of all stickiness. Finished with his shower, Tracy dried off and once again walked back to his room naked. As he passed his dad's room, the door suddenly opened. Pete had caught his son naked; which was exactly what Tracy had been hoping for. Eyeing his son's body closely, Pete said, "Taking another shower, Trace?" "Yeah," Tracy answered. He put his hands on his lower stomach. His fingers could feel the beginning edge of his bush. "I was feeling a little hot and sticky. I thought the shower would help me sleep." Pete's eyes went to his son's crotch and stayed there for a full minute. Then, "Well, did it help?" Tracy grinned. "I think it did. I should be able to sleep now." "That's good. Night, Son." "Night, Dad." Tracy remained where he was. He watched his dad disappear into his bedroom. A big smile appeared on his face when he realized his dad hadn't closed the door after him. He immediately remembered the words Harland had said to him. "Baby steps, Tracy. Before anything can happen." As Tracy fell naked on his bed, he thought, "Yeah, Harland, you're so right." Tracy only had time for a couple more thoughts before he went to sleep. The first thought was that if his dad hadn't jacked off yet, he surely would now that he had not only seen his son jack off, but realized Tracy had taken a shower and cleaned up afterward. And Tracy's last thought was that he was convinced it wouldn't be long now before something took place between him and Pete.