Date: Mon, 23 Nov 2015 01:54:06 +0000 (UTC) From: Jerlar Subject: The Carney Men, Chapter Two 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 TWO When Phillip walked into his father's kitchen the next morning, he was surprised to discover his dad sitting at the table drinking coffee. "You're up early," he greeted Douglas. "I've always been an early riser," his dad answered. "When I retired I kept the same schedule." Douglas filled another coffee cup and returned to the table. He handed it to his son. "What's on the agenda today, Dad?" Phillip asked as he took a sip from his cup. "Not much that I am aware of. What time are you heading for home?" Phillip sat his cup down. "Are you trying to get rid of me?" "Of course not. I know how busy you are; that you have things you need to do." "The only thing I have planned for certain is a trip to the store. I told you I would replenish your beer supply today. Do you need anything else from the market?" Phillip took another sip of his coffee. "Not in the way of food," his dad answered. "The neighbors have all stopped by with all sorts of stuff to eat. It's in the refrigerator." Phillip put together a breakfast meal, and the two men ate. Douglas gave his son a compliment. "You're a damned good cook, Phil. I didn't know you had that talent." "I enjoy getting in the kitchen now and then, Phillip answered." When the meal was over, Douglas told his son he would clean the kitchen. In fact, the older man insisted. Phillip decided to dress and make his run to the market. When he left the house a short time later, his father was washing dishes. "Take your time," he dad called after him. Phillip's cell phone rang just as he pulled into the parking lot of the supermarket. He pulled into a slot and took the call. His son Don greeted him. "Hey, Don. What's up?" "I talked with Mom. She said you spent the night with Grandpa. Is everything okay with him?" "He's not handling your grandma's death well," Phillip told his son. "How about you? How are you doing?" Phillip could hear the worried tone in his son's voice. He assured him he would be okay, adding, "I just need to be here for Grandpa right now." "How long do you think you'll be staying with him?" Don asked. "Tonight for sure," Phillip said. "I'm just going to play things by ear after that." "If you need me, you know I'm only a couple hours away," Don reminded his father. "Speaking of that: I really appreciated your call letting me know you and Scotty made it home safely." "I apologize, Dad. I really intended to call you," Don said. "Scott and I were exhausted. I dropped him off at Ann's and crashed at my place. Am I forgiven?" "Of course. How is Ann?" "She hates that she didn't come to Grandma's service," Don said. "There was nothing keeping her away," Phillip reminded his son. "I know." "Do you think there's any chance the two of you will ever work things out?" After a pause, Don said, "I think for Ann and me, it's over." "I'm sorry, Son." "Shit happens, Dad." How well he knew that to be true, Phillip thought. Aloud he said, "Is there any chance you and Scottie will be back anytime soon?" "Of course. I just don't know exactly when. I'm sure Ann will want to spend some time with Scott. Since he was with me for the past several days," Don added. "Just know that I always enjoy seeing you. And so does your mother," Phillip added. "Dad, what's going on between you and Mom?" "I really can't say, Don. Something seems to be bothering your mother, but she refuses to talk about it. I've tried to find out what the problem is." "As I said, shit happens," Don repeated. "Don, can I call you this evening? I need to pick up some things for Grandpa." "You said you're spending tonight at his house?" "I am. I'll see how he is tomorrow. Whatever happens, I'll keep you posted." "I love you, Dad." "I love you, Son. Give Scottie a hug for me." Phillip ended his call and went inside the market. He picked up a few food items, even though his father had told him he didn't need anything. Next he put the beer in his cart and headed for checkout. He paid for the items, loaded them in his car and drove back to Douglas' home. When he came into the kitchen, Phillip saw that his dad was back at the table. He sat the bag of food on the counter and headed for the garage door. "You bought food?" Douglas asked. "A little," Phillip answered. "I'm going for the beer now." Phillip soon returned with two cases. He opened the refrigerator door and placed a case on the bottom shelf. "You didn't drink that much last night," Douglas told his son. "No, but who knows, tonight, we might want to drink some more. I wanted to make sure we had plenty. I guess this other case will need to go out in the garage in the refrigerator. It's still running, right?" Douglas assured him it was, and Phillip carried the carton out into the garage. He soon returned empty handed. He joined his father at the kitchen table. Douglas looked his son directly in the eye. "Phil, can I ask you something?" "You can ask anything you like, Dad." "This thing you and Sandra seem to be going through; is it serious?" "Funny you should ask me that question. I talked with Don this morning. I asked him the same thing about him and Ann." "The two of them will never get back together," Douglas replied. "I don't have any doubt about those two. It's you I'm concerned about. You and Sandra." Phillip was thoughtful for a moment. He wasn't sure how much he wanted to share with his father. When he didn't answer immediately, Douglas said, "You don't have to tell me. Not if you don't want to." "I really don't know what to say, Dad. The only thing I know for certain is that Sandra has pulled away from me." "Do you think there's somebody else?" "I really don't think so. At least she's not given me any reason to believe there is. Hell, who knows? I suppose anything is possible. "I've asked her if she wanted a divorce," Phillip continued. "She said she doesn't want that." "What are you going to do?" "I don't think there's much I can do about it, Dad," Phillip said. "There's always something you can do," Douglas reminded. "Are you saying I should be the one to file for divorce?" "That's one option, I suppose." When his son didn't respond to that remark, Douglas said, "You know, Phil, that you are welcomed here anytime. I'm here for you." "Thanks, Dad." Douglas smiled at his son and said, "If you're not ready to return home tomorrow, I want you to know it's okay for you to stay here. I don't want to interfere with anything you and Sandra have going on, but I want you to know you can stay here long as you need to." "I appreciate that, Dad. I really do." Phillip stood to his feet. "It's getting warm outside. I think summer's here to stay. I brought some shorts with me, and I think I'm going to put them on." When Phillip reached his bedroom, he saw his bed was made. His dad must have decided to straighten the room. He hoped the man didn't think he had to pick up after him. Phillip found a pair of shorts in his bag and sat on the bed to change. As he stood to pull his shorts up, he saw that the trash can beside the bed was empty. Evidently Douglas thought he was supposed to pick up after his son. A sudden thought entered Phillip's mind. The tissue loaded with his cum had been in that trash. In fact, it had been the only thing in the container. Was it possible his father would know his son had been jacking off? Damn. Phillip zipped his shorts up and went to find his father. He found that Douglas had made his way to his recliner in the living room. The man's presence reminded Phillip of the trash, and he felt his face go red. He decided, early or not, he might enjoy a beer. "I know it's a bit early, Dad, but I think I'd like a beer. How about yourself?" Douglas eyed the clock on the wall. "Sure, why not." Phillip left the room and returned with two bottles. He handed one to his father. A few moments later, Douglas said, "I'm sorry things are not well with you and Sandra. However, if I'm really honest with you, I am glad you are here with me. It really helps to have you around." "I'm glad I can help you, Dad." Phillip took a swig from his bottle. "You said you spoke with Donnie? Did he say when he might be back for a visit?" "I did. He told me that Scottie was going to spend some time with his mother the next few days." "As he should. Still, might it be possible to get Donnie here for a visit? I'd kind of like having the three Carney men together." Phillip took another drink and said, "I'll ask him next time we speak. In fact, I told him I'd give him a call later this evening." "How long are you going to be off work, Phil?" "I've taken some time off. I think perhaps I'll try and go into the office day after tomorrow. I'll just see how things go." The two men drank a couple beers each, and it wasn't long before Douglas was asleep in his recliner. Phillip remained in the room watching his father sleep. It amazed him that he had never realized how young his father actually looked. He had never given much thought to the fact that Douglas was only eighteen or so years older than him. Phillip decided to go to his room and see if he could manage a short nap. His body was still objecting to everything that had happened the past few days. Phillip reached his bedroom door and stopped. Instead of walking into the room where he had slept the night before, Phillip turned and walked into his father's room. He looked at the bed, and suddenly he remembered the way Douglas' body had looked when the sheet had slipped away from the man's body. Phillip walked over and sat down carefully on the bed. Douglas had made his bed up as well. Phillip placed a hand on either side of his body and gave the bed a little bounce. He felt something underneath the bed cover with his left hand. Phillip reached underneath and pulled an object out with his fingers. What he held made his heart flutter. Was it possible? In his hand was a tissue. Phillip brought it up to his nose sniffed it. Fuck! It was a tissue covered with cum. Old cum. His cum. Phillip's cum. "Shit!" Phillip jumped off the bed as if he had been shot. His first thought was to throw the damn thing in the trash. However, he certainly didn't want his father finding his cum-filled tissue there for a second time. Then he had another thought. If he didn't return it to his father's bed, Douglas would know his son had made the discovery. Phillip realized he didn't have any other choice. He returned the tissue to the place where he had found it and quickly left his father's room. He went into the other bedroom and fell down on the bed. He was embarrassed at the thought of his father knowing his son had to jack off to find sexual satisfaction. How fucked up was that, he wondered? It took Phillip a little time before he suddenly realized that not only had his dad found his cum tissue, but the man had taken it with him; hid it in his bed. What the hell was that all about? As Phillip lay there on the bed, his thoughts mauling over the past few hours he had spent with his father, he became aroused to the point that he needed relief. He tried to push the thought out of his mind, but the problem refused to go away. Phillip finally unzipped his shorts and pushed his hand inside, in search of his dick. His fingers touched a wet spot where pre cum had leaked into his pubes, leaving his skin feeling sticky. Phillip pulled his cock out into the open and began to slowly stroke himself. When the image of his father's body came to him this time, Phillip wasn't even shocked. He continued jacking as he remembered how his dad's body had felt the night before when the two of them had shared a hug. Phillip concentrated on his father's hairy chest, and mentally, he remembered the trip his eyes had made as they travelled down the man's body until they came to his dick. His dad had a really nice cock and lots of thick brown hair growing around it. Phillip was surprised, yet pleased that his father's pubic bush looked a lot like his. The thought of Douglas' crotch hair sent Phillip over the edge. His dick jerked, and he began filling another tissue. He continued jacking until his hairy balls had emptied themselves. When Phillip had milked the last of the cum from his dick, he quickly forced it back inside his pants. He was still hard, which made it difficult to push it out of sight. Not thirty seconds after he had zipped his shorts up, Douglas stuck his head inside the room. He gave his son a grin. "Were you asleep? I hope I didn't startle you." Douglas stepped inside the room and leaned against the door frame. Phillip, whose body felt warm from his recent orgasm, felt even warmer at the sudden appearance of his father inside the room. "I wasn't sleeping, Dad," Phillip said sitting up on his bed. "You were napping, so I decided to take a little rest myself." "I was asleep?" "You were," Phillip answered. He swung his feet over the side of the bed. "If you're up, then I'll join you." Giving his son a look he couldn't read, Douglas said, "I'm definitely up, Phil. Let's go back to the living room." Douglas motioned for Phillip to follow him and left the room. Not sure what had just taken place between them, Phillip followed his father down the hall to the living room. Douglas settled in his recliner; Phillip reclaimed his place on the sofa. "I could use with another beer," Douglas said. "Care to join me?" Phillip gave his dad a grin. "Sure. I'll bring you one." <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Phillip enjoyed the evening with his dad. He cooked a couple of steaks on the grill, and the two of them had a good time together. The meal was followed up with a few bottles of beer each. Phillip called his son, and the two of them had a good visit over the telephone. When the call had ended, Phillip relayed the message to his father that the boy was coming for a visit the following weekend. "By himself?" Phillip nodded. "Scottie has plans." "I hate that he's not coming, but I'm damned glad Donnie's going to be here," Douglas declared. "It will be nice to see Don again," Phillip agreed. When Phillip became interested in a program on television, Douglas announced he was going to take his shower and head for bed. "Stay up as long as you like," Douglas told his son. He left the room, leaving Phillip alone to enjoy his program. Sometime later when Phillip heard his father leave the bathroom, he decided to take his shower. He reached for the remote and turned the TV set off. He turned the light out in the living room and went to his room. He stopped when he reached the end of the hall. His father had partially closed the door to his bedroom. He had left it open enough to allow Phillip a good view. Phillip started for his room and then paused. He turned around and focused his attention on his father. Douglas was standing in front of his dresser, his body reflecting in the mirror. Phillip had a full view of the man's body, from his hairy chest all the way down and past Douglas' hairy cock and balls. What he saw made Phillip's heart race. He couldn't get over the fact that the man's body was so nice. Hell, forget about nice. The man was fucking hot. The image he saw made Phillip's cock grow inside his shorts. Phillip stood by the door and watched as his father dried his body from his shower. He ran the towel over his back, causing the hair that grew there to fluff up. Next Douglas worked on his front, doing the same thing to his body. He dried his chest and down to his cock, fluffing the hair around his dick as well. Hard and aching now, Phillip went into his room and pulled some clean boxers out of his bag. He hurried down the hall to the bathroom. He closed the door behind him and stepped into the shower. The more he scrubbed his body under the hot steamy spray, the harder his dick became. He soaped his body up, paying especially close attention to his cock, balls and pubes. The need to jack off was strong; however, Phillip resisted the urge to do so. He rinsed the soap from his body, dried off and jumped into his boxers. He soon left the bathroom and walked down the hall. When Phillip came to his father's bedroom door, he stopped and looked inside. Nothing had changed as far as the door went. It was still in the same position as before. This time, however, Phillip discovered that his dad was on the bed. Naked. And stroking his dick! Phillip's first thought was: Oh. My. God. The man was actually jacking off! Phillip suddenly felt foolish as he remembered how embarrassed he had been when he realized his father had discovered his son's cum. Douglas Carney was doing the same damned thing. Phillip's cock had been hard when he had stopped at his dad's bedroom, but now he was so hard he ached. He could feel pre cum dripping into his pubes, causing them to stick together. Phillip knew he should turn and go to his room. He should give his father the privacy the man deserved. That's what he knew. But did he? No. Hell, no, he didn't. Instead, he stood where he was, feet glued to the floor, watching his father stroke his dick. Phillip couldn't take his eyes from the man's hairy body. As Douglas jacked, his other hand played in the body hair his son was infatuated with. Hardly realizing what he was doing, Phillip pushed his shorts down to his knees. He latched onto his hard dick and began jacking himself. He found that the faster his father stroked the harder Phillip jerked his dick. For a time the two men stroked together, almost at the same tempo. Douglas suddenly moaned, and his body jerked. In a voice not much more than a whisper, Douglas said, "Fuck!" He sent a thick load of cum into the hair on his lower stomach. Which caused his son's cock to erupt, spewing cum out into a flying leap into the palm of his left hand. "Fuck!" Phillip's knees suddenly failed him, and he leaned against the wall. If the wall hadn't been handy, Phillip had no doubt he would have fallen to the floor. Just as Phillip thought he would pass out, his father's voice revived him. "Phillip, are you out there?"