Date: Sun, 21 Jun 2015 17:17:40 +0000 (UTC) From: Jerlar Subject: For Pete's Sake, Chapter 6 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 SIX Tracy was in the kitchen trying to decide what to have for the evening meal when his cell phone rang. He picked it up and discovered it was his dad calling. "Hey, Dad, what's up?" "Do you have any plans this evening, Trace?" Tracy explained he was trying to decide what to prepare for their evening meal. "You've been working all week around the house," Pete said. "Doing a damn fine job, at that. What say I treat you to dinner? Perhaps even a movie afterward." Tracy told him that sounded like a good idea. He would be ready when Pete came home from work. Ending his call, Tracy looked at the clock on the kitchen wall. The nearest movie theatre was in Gatewood, a town some thirty miles away. Realizing that Pete would be home in about an hour or so, Tracy jumped into the shower and cleaned up. When his dad walked inside the house one hour later, Tracy was sitting on the sofa, dressed and looking forward to spending the evening with the man. "Hey, Trace," Pete greeted. "I take it that you're ready to leave?" Tracy told his dad he was, adding, "I've already looked online and found the movie I'd like for us to see." "Great." Pete headed down the hall. "Let me wash the bank smell off my body. I won't be very long." Tracy watched his father disappear down the hall. He let a few minutes go by intentionally before he took off down the hall. When he reached the bathroom door, he was both surprised and excited to discover Pete had not closed the door. Thanking whatever force that had caused Pete to leave the door open, Tracy leaned against the wall. Not wanting to look too obvious, Tracy called out to his dad, "How was your day, Dad?" From behind the shower curtain, Pete said, "Oh, the usual stuff. Nothing much exciting." Pete turned the water off, and called, "Damn, I forgot a towel. Can you get one for me, Trace?" Tracy couldn't move fast enough as he made his way out into the hall. He pulled a towel from the linen closet and hurried back to the door. His eyes took in the sight of his dad's body behind the curtain. "Here, I'll throw it to you," he called out. Pete suddenly pulled the curtain back. "Just hand it to me, Trace." Tracy couldn't believe his good luck. Here was the hot man of his dreams standing before him, wet and naked. He walked across the room until he was standing directly in front of Pete. His dad reached for the towel. "Thanks." Pete took the towel and began drying off his body. For whatever reason, the man left the curtain pushed back. It appeared he wanted to make sure his son took in every inch of his body. Failing horribly, Tracy tried to keep his eyes from going down to the man's crotch. At first he tried to focus on his dad's face and was successful in doing so. The next thing he knew, Tracy's eyes were traveling down the man's chest, taking in the matted chest hair. He continued traveling downward and settled on Pete's hairy crotch. His dad's thick blond bush was filled with droplets of water. The tear drops were slowly running through the hair and down along his furry nut sac. There the water left the man's body, returning to the tub. His eyes darted back and took in his dad's cock. Soft, it appeared to be a good six or so inches. Was it Tracy's imagination, or was his dad's dick beginning to thicken up? When Tracy remembered the scene later, he realized his father had intentionally left the curtain open, allowing him to watch as he dried his body off. Tracy felt his cock filling out inside his shorts. He realized he was getting hard and began backing out of the room. When he thought he was out of his dad's line of vision, Tracy reached inside his shorts and straightened himself up. He was startled when his dad suddenly joined him in the hallway. "Everything okay, Trace?" Pete asked. His mouth very dry, Tracy gave a nod with his head, not able to speak. He watched his dad walk naked into his bedroom. It seemed to him that his dad was walking much slower than usual. Was it possible the man was moving the pace he was for a reason? Was he wanting to give his son time to take in his backside as well? Tracy went to the living room and fell down on the sofa. He was relieved to feel his dick returning to its normal size. The sight of his dad's wet body had left him excited. He'd love to disappear in his room and jack off. However, Tracy knew there wouldn't be time enough for that. Sexual pleasure would have to come later that evening. Pete walked into the living room. "I'm ready, Trace. Let's hit the road." <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< During the thirty minute drive, general chit chat was tossed back and forth between the two of them. By the time they arrived in Gatewood, the topic had ranged from the hot and dry summer weather to different things that had taken place during Tracy's year of college. The only subject that didn't come up was Pete's shower display and Tracy being caught by his dad with his hands down his pants. For some reason, those things never came up for discussion. Pete pulled into the parking lot of their favorite restaurant. Once inside, they were shown to a booth. After their order had been taken, Pete smiled at his son from across the table. "Been a while since we've eaten here," Pete remarked. "I don't think I've been here since last Christmas," Tracy decided. Pete took a sip from his tea glass. "So tell me, Trace, what are the plans for next year? At school, I mean. Any thought on your degree?" "I've been giving it quite a bit of thought," Tracy answered. "I've met a few times with my advisor at school. I think I'm leaning toward education." A surprised look came across Pete's face. "Education? Are you certain about that?" "I think so," Tracy answered. "High school?" "No, elementary," Tracy replied. "The long range plan would be administration. However, that would take more schooling than just a Bachelor's degree." "I never pictured you teaching school." "It's been something I've thought about for a couple of years. I just haven't said anything about it. Mainly because I hadn't made a decision yet." "And now you have? Made a decision, I mean?" "I think so," Tracy said with a nod. "Are you okay with my decision, Dad?" Pete gave his son another smile. "Trace, I want you to do whatever makes you happy. That's all I've ever wanted for you." Tracy suddenly felt something against his foot. It took him a moment to realize his dad had placed a foot next to his. When he did, he felt his heart pick up speed. He returned his dad's smile and pushed back against Pete's foot. Pete didn't pull his foot away even after their food arrived. All though the meal he left it there, not changing position. His dad's touch was causing Tracy to get hard. He tried to think of other things, knowing he didn't want to have a hard-on when they left the restaurant. At the moment his cock was straining against the material of his shorts, begging for release. Later, as they were sitting in the darkened movie theatre watching the movie, Tracy waited for his dad to make a move. When he didn't, Tracy moved so that his hand, the one next to his father, was lying between them. Tracy positioned it so that the tips of his fingers were pressed lightly next to Pete's upper thigh. When Pete felt his son's touch, he turned and gave Tracy a tender smile. He pushed his leg next to his son, and the two of them finished the movie. Two hours later found Tracy and his dad on their way home. Not long into their trip, Tracy felt himself fighting sleep. He lay with his head against the seat and went to sleep almost immediately. He didn't know another thing until he heard his dad calling his name. "Wake up, Trace. We're home." Tracy opened his eyes. He was shocked to discover that sometime on the trip home, he had fallen against his dad. His head was resting on Pete's shoulder. He jumped out of the truck and followed his dad into the house. "Trace, I know you're tired. However, I think we need a talk. Okay?" Tracy eyed his dad sharply. "A talk? Well, all right." They went into the living room. Tracy settled on one end of the sofa. Pete claimed the other end. From where he was sitting, Tracy waited for his dad to speak what was on his mind. For a moment Pete seemed at loss for words. Then he found his voice. "Trace, what's happening between us?" "What do you mean, Dad?" Tracy asked. "Well, for one thing, there seems to be a sudden interest between you and my body," Pete answered. "Aren't you a little old to be wondering about the development of a male body?" Now it was Tracy whose words seem to come out in a stuttering sound. Finally he said, "Dad, I've always been interested in your body. The very first time ever that I jerked off, I thought about how hot you looked and what it would be like to jack off looking at you." Ignoring his dad's red face, Tracy continued speaking. "Ever since I was able to, I've enjoyed jacking off. I guess I've always been a little curious, wondering if you enjoyed it, too." Tracy went on to say he realized his dad wasn't dating, and he was pretty sure he wasn't having sex. He added, "I know how much I need to do it. I guess just being my horny self has made me wonder about you. Do you, Dad? Jack off, I mean." Pete suddenly turned and faced his son. "Does this have anything to do with your visit with Harland Lewis?" "Perhaps some," Tracy answered. "Dad, I've always thought you had a hot body." "What does Harland have to do with any of this?" Pete wanted to know. "He told me that the two of you ran around together when you were younger." "I had already told you that," Pete reminded. Tracy fell into a silent mode and didn't speak for a time. He sat on the sofa, his eyes aimed toward the floor. "Did Harland tell you anything else?" Tracy's first thought was to let things slide and not tell his dad everything he knew. Then he was struck with a second thought, and he changed his mind. "He told me when the two of you were younger you jacked off together," Tracy finally admitted. Pete stood to his feet. "I think I'll drive out and pay Harland Lewis a little visit." Tracy also stood up. "Please, Dad, don't be upset with Harland. It makes no difference to me what the two of you did. I love you, and I always will. Nothing you could ever say or do will ever change that." "We were young kids," Pete said softly. He reclaimed his end of the sofa. Now that the ice had been broken, Tracy decided to tell his dad how he really felt about him. He returned to his seat as well. "So tell me, Dad, have you enjoyed the parading around I've done in front of you? Naked?" When his dad didn't answer his question, Tracy waited, giving the man time to think about what he wanted to say. When Pete didn't speak, Tracy continued. "Personally I think you did enjoy the show. I can definitely tell you this: When I saw you in the shower earlier, well, my cock was harder than it's been in a very long time." Two or three minutes went by without Pete saying a word. Tracy was beginning to fear he would never get anywhere with his father, concerning this topic. "Yeah." Tracy looked across the sofa at his father. The man had spoken so softly Tracy thought perhaps he had imagined Pete had said anything. "I'm sorry?" "Yeah, I have enjoyed the times you've let me see you naked," Pete said. Seeing the look on dad's face, Tracy asked the man if something was wrong. "Not particularly wrong," Pete said shaking his head. "I just know that if anything, no matter how great or small, takes place between us, well, it's going to change the way we feel toward each other. Forever," Pete added. "That frightens me, Trace." Without thinking, Tracy moved over so that he was sitting next to his father. He placed a hand lightly on the man's leg. "Would that be so bad, Dad?" "Good. Bad. I don't know, Trace. All I'm certain is that we will change. And son, I would never do anything to hurt you. To lose you," Pete ended. "Dad, you're never going to lose me. Why do you think I want to go into education? There's not a hell of a lot to do in this area. I would at least be guaranteed a job locally. They can always use teachers. It's the perfect thing for me. I'll never have to move far away." Pete looked closely at his son. "I hope to hell that's not the only reason you're thinking about teaching. The way I see it, a body needs to almost be "called" into a job such as teaching. Those kids..." Pete didn't finish his thought. Tracy smiled at his father. "You have my word, Dad. As teaching goes, I do want to go that way. It's what I really want." "Well, okay then. You have my word, I won't bring this subject up again." "Good. Now. About us?" Tracy's eyes remained on his father, waiting for the man to give him an answer. "For starters, I want you to understand something. This discussion concerning Harland Lewis is not over. We will definitely talk about him at a later time." "Fine with me. Now, what about us? Where are we headed?" "Where do you want to be headed, Trace?" Tracy thought very carefully about what he wanted to say. Finally, "I really can't say, Dad. For now, could we possibly lay down on my bed? Just to talk?" "Is that what you want to do?" "I think so. I would really enjoy being close to you and talking. A lot of things have happened over the years, yet we've never really talked much about them." "Is one of those `things' your mom?" Pete asked his son. Tracy shrugged his shoulders. "It could be, Dad. I really don't know." "I know you miss her," Pete said to his son. "As do you." Tracy stood to his feet. "Let's continue this talk on my bed, Dad." Tracy pulled his father off the couch and quietly led the man down the hall to his bedroom. For the moment, he would be quite satisfied to lay next to the man, enjoying the nearness of Pete's body.