Date: Mon, 21 Dec 2015 03:44:40 +0000 (UTC) From: Jerlar Subject: Carney Men Chapter Eight 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 EIGHT When Phillip woke up, he was on his side. Something had brought him out of a deep sleep. He looked around the darkened room and didn't recognize where he was. For the past few nights Phillip had slept in his father's bed. He was definitely not in the man's room nor in his bed now. Phillip felt something move behind him and decided he must be in Douglas' bed after all. He could feel his father's body pressed against him. He could hear the man breathing, feel warm breath caressing his neck. He pushed back and realized his father was hard. Phillip could feel it behind the man's shorts. Phillip took a breath and held it. Something was not right. His dad always slept naked, and so had Phillip since the two of them had begun sleeping together. There was a moan behind him, and suddenly Phillip realized what was taking place. Rather than his father, it was Don's body pressed up against him. It was Don's cock Phillip was feeling. It was his son's hard dick that was touching Phillip's body. Holy shit. Phillip quickly pulled away from his son's body. Don moaned once more and pushed forward until he was pressed into his dad's body. When Phillip felt his son's dick push against his crack, his dick got hard. He wanted to pull away, but he was already at the edge of the bed. The only thing left for him to do was to switch sides; go to the other side of the bed. He was in the act of moving when Don spoke. "Mmm ... Don't leave. Please stay." Phillip returned to his side. By this time his entire body was covered in sweat. Phillip tried to speak, but his mouth was so dry that no words could form on his tongue. He remained silent, allowing his son to hold him close. Finally he decided something had to be done. He had to wake his son. "Don, it's me you're rubbing against." Phillip finally found the words he needed to say. "Dad." Don acknowledged his dad's presence, but he didn't pull away. He remained pressed tightly against his father's body. "Don, are you awake?" "Yeah." Still, Don remained where he was. "Are you sure about that? You do realize it's me and not Ann or some other woman you're lying next to?" "I want to be near you, Dad." Phillip's heart went out to his son. Even though his better judgement told him not to, Phillip pushed back against the boy. "Can we sleep like this? At least for a time?" "If that's what you want," Phillip answered his son. "It is. I just want to be near you." Almost in midsentence Phillip could tell that his son had fallen back to sleep. His even breathing told Phillip that the boy was gone. Phillip closed his eyes and tried to will his body to relax and fall back to sleep; something that was fucking unrealistic, given the fact that Don's hard dick was pressed up next to his father's crack with only two layers of very thin material separating the two of them. Phillip had an idea sleep would not come to him as long as Don was pressed up next to him the way he was. Phillip didn't know how long he lay there before sleep finally came to him. When it did, however, he began dreaming he was in bed with his father. Phillip was on his side and Douglas had his arms wrapped around his son's body, pulling Phillip to him. Phillip felt movement as his father began rubbing his dick along his crack. In his dream, Phillip said, "Why don't you stick it in me, Dad? Let me feel you." Douglas didn't answer his son. His only response was to continue sliding his cock along his son's ass crack. Up and down, back and forth, the man continued working his dick. It was making Phillip sweat and he begged the man to fuck him. Suddenly Douglas groaned, and Phillip realized his dad had shot a load of cum. However, nothing went into his hole. All of his father's cream had remained in his ass crack, none making its way inside him. Phillip's eyes suddenly came open. What had just happened? As his head began clearing, he realized that his backside was quite wet. Had his father just fucked him? Oh my God! Phillip was wide awake. He suddenly realized it was his son's load and not his father's that was causing his shorts to plaster themselves against his crack. The realization made Phillip's cock swell to the point of hurting. He needed to jack off in the worst way. His first thought was to leave the bed and walk down the hall to the bathroom. When he tried to scoot off the bed, Don, who was still sleeping, latched onto his father with his arms, refusing to let go. Phillip resigned himself to remain where he was in bed and try to go back to sleep. However, the longer he lay there, the desire to jack off only seemed to intensify. Deciding he had to do something, Phillip pushed his hand inside his shorts and pulled his cock out with his fingers. Having his son's cum plastered to his shorts had made the man leak a huge amount of pre cum. Phillip milked his dick and rubbed it along his hard shaft. The thought of knowing it was his son that had made him leak so much caused Phillip's body to shiver. He began slowly stroking himself, enjoying not only the self-enjoyment he was creating, but caught up with the fact his son was next to him. Not only was Don next to his father, but the boy's shorts were full of cum caused from rubbing against his father while sleeping. Phillip felt his balls shudder and realized he was about to cum. He quickly reached for a Kleenex on the table beside the bed. He just had time to pull it out of the box and bring it down to catch the first load of his spunk as it flew out of his dick. Phillip's climax was so intense he thought he might pass out. He tried to keep from moaning as he shot into the tissue, but didn't succeed very well. He was milking the last of his load out of his dick when he thought his heart might stop beating. "Dad? Is everything okay?" The question had been asked by his son. "I'm okay," Phillip muttered. "Just a crazy dream," he added. "Okay. I'm really glad to be home, Dad. Good night." "Night, Don." Phillip lay next to his son with his fingers still wrapped around his dick. He was still hard, and he couldn't help but smell the scent of fresh cum in the room. He felt his face turn red in the dark. He was pretty sure his son could smell it as well. Phillip remained in the same position until he thought his son had gone back to sleep, willing his body to remain perfectly still. Phillip wadded the tissue he was still holding, intending to toss it under the bed for now. When he made his move, he felt a slippery wet spot on the sheet. Shit, he thought. Evidently part of his load had over shot the tissue and landed on the sheet. Phillip reached for another tissue and tried to clean up the spot as best he could. Phillip tossed both tissues under the bed and leaned back into his son. He might as well enjoy the situation, he thought. He might never get the chance again. Not after the way things had turned out Don's first night home. ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, When Phillip woke the next morning, he discovered he was alone in bed. His son had already left the bedroom. He remained in bed for a few moments thinking that Don might return. It was possible the boy needed a bathroom run first thing. However, the longer he lay there, Phillip realized his son was not coming back to bed. Jumping out of the bed, Phillip reached underneath the bed and brought out the two Kleenex tissues. An old odor of cum greeted him. Phillip immediately brought them to his nose and breathed deeply. He enjoyed the fragrance even if it was his own load. He allowed himself a second whiff of enjoyment before tossing them into the trash can as he walked out of the room. Wearing only undershorts, Phillip walked slowly down the hall. As he walked by the bathroom he saw the room was empty. When he reached the living room, he could hear voices coming from the kitchen. He found Don and his grandfather having coffee at the kitchen table. "Good morning," Douglas greeted. "We thought you were going to sleep in." "I did sleep well," Phillip answered. He poured himself a cup of coffee and joined the other two at the table. "Morning, Don." Phillip gave his son's shoulder a pat as he sat down at the table. "Good morning, Dad." Phillip watched his son go for the coffee pot. Don brought it back and refilled his grandfather's cup, as well as his own. "So, what are your plans for today?" Phillip asked his son. Don shrugged his shoulders. "I thought I might have lunch with Mom," he answered. "Are you okay with that?" Phillip took a sip from his cup. "Don, I am fine with you spending time with your mother. Whatever this is going on between her and me has absolutely nothing at all to do with you. She loves you. We both love you," Phillip added. Don stood to his feet. He reached for his coffee cup and said, "I think I'll give Mom a call and then take a shower." "Don't you want breakfast?" Douglas asked his grandson. "I'm good, Grandpa," Don assured the man. "I'm hoping for an early lunch with Mom." "Are you coming back here?" Phillip asked. "Would that be okay?" "Of course it's okay," Douglas hastened to assure his grandson. Don looked at his father. "How about you, Dad? Are you okay with my coming back?" "Of course I'm okay with it. To be honest with you, I would much rather you spend the entire time with your grandfather and me. However, I know your mom wants to see you as well. I don't want you feeling like you have to choose between either one of us." "I appreciate that." Phillip watched as his son disappeared down the hall. When he could no longer see Don, Phillip turned to his dad. "The two of you have a good visit, Dad?" he asked. "It was okay, I guess," Douglas answered. "Just okay?" "It was alright. He was pretty quiet until you came into the room. He didn't have much to say." Phillip took another sip from his cup. "You know how Don is," he said. "He's never been a big talker; especially first thing of a morning." "I know. It just seemed different this time." "Different how?" Douglas shook his head. "Can't say for sure. Just different." Douglas looked at his own son closely and asked, "Did the two of you talk after you went to bed?" "Some," Phillip said. "Anything in particular?" "Not really. A little about him and Ann; some about Scottie; you as well." "And nothing else?" "Not really. It was a very strange night," Phillip finally told his dad. "Strange? How?" Phillip saw his son in the hallway. He motioned for his father to be quiet. Don walked into the kitchen and said, "I'm going to meet Mom at eleven o'clock for lunch." Phillip saw that his son was carrying clean shorts in his hand. He told the boy where the towels were in the bathroom. When Phillip heard his son close the bathroom door, he looked across the table at his father. "I don't have time to go into full detail now, but you have my word that I will fill you in after Don leaves for his mother's." Douglas sat up in his chair. "I'm listening," he said with a grin. Phillip looked down the hall once more and then said, "My son ended up humping me during the night." "No shit?" "Yeah." "And you let him?" "I was asleep when it happened," Phillip answered. "We both were," he added. "I'm listening," Douglas said when his son didn't continue with his story. "Let's just say that I woke up when I realized Don had reached a happy ending." Phillip gave his dad a big grin. "The two of you talk about it?" "No, not at all," Phillip answered. Douglas was silent for a moment. Then he said, "That explains why the boy was extra quiet this morning." "Perhaps," Phillip agreed. "What about you?" Douglas asked his son. "What did you do?" "When I realized my son had creamed his shorts while pressed into me, well, what else could I do? I pulled my dick from my shorts and shot a load of my own." "Oh. My. God. That is so fucking hot," Douglas moaned. Phillip stood to his feet. "As I said, when Don leaves, I'll go into more detail. For now, I'm going to listen and make sure he's still in the shower. I don't want him catching us discussing last night." "I understand." Phillip walked through the living room and down the hall. When he came to the closed bathroom door, he stopped and put his ear against the wood. He could hear the water running. Phillip couldn't hear anything else. He walked the rest of the way down the hall. When he came into the room he had shared with his son, he suddenly stopped by the trash can. Looking inside it, Phillip saw there were three tissues in the can. Phillip had tossed two in the bucket. Now, there were three. He quickly reached down and brought the newest one out. Right away he realized what it was. The tissue he was holding was way too wet to be from his load during the night. This tissue was wet like fresh wet; new wet. Wet because Don had just jacked off, shooting his load into a tissue and adding it to his father's pile. Phillip was instantly hard. Reaching into his shorts, he took hold of his cock and began stroking. God, it was hot, the realization that he was holding his son's cum in his hand. Phillip suddenly heard a sound that brought his hand out of his shorts quickly. The bathroom door had opened. He was pretty sure Don was on his way down the hall. Phillip reached for a tee shirt he had thrown on the floor the night before and quickly pulled it over his head, hoping it would be long enough to cover his hard-on. Phillip was sitting on the only chair in the bedroom when his son walked in from taking his shower. The tee shirt he had hastily pulled on was stretched as far as possible with the hope it would cover the hard dick in his shorts. Don stopped abruptly when he saw his father sitting there. "Hey." Eyeing his son, Phillip saw that Don's body was still damp from his shower. Don was wearing briefs and nothing else. Philip couldn't help but notice and admire the boy's body. A sight that did absolutely nothing to make his hard dick any less hard. "Sorry if I startled you, Don. I meant to be out of here by the time you were finished with your shower." Phillip made an attempt to rise from the chair when his son stopped him. "It's okay, Dad." Don walked across the room and began pulling clean clothes out of his bag. Phillip was still feeling embarrassed about the night he had spent with his son in bed. Because of that, he was at loss for anything to say. He watched as Don pulled a shirt over his head and reached for a pair of jeans. Don stepped into the jeans and pulled them up his body. Zipping them, he said, "Dad, are you sure you're okay with me having lunch with Mom?" "Of course I am, Don. I told you, I have no intention of making you choose between us. I would never do that." When Don finished dressing, he said, "To be honest with you, I would much rather spend the time with you and Grandpa." Phillip was touched by his son's words. God, he was proud of the boy. Aloud, he said, "There will be other weekends, Don." Don reached for his wallet and said, "I shouldn't be too long. I told Mom I had plans this afternoon." Phillip was surprised. "You have plans?" Don gave a nod. "Yeah, I do; spending time with you and Grandpa," he added. "I have to admit, I like that idea. Still, give your mom a couple of hours." "I will, Dad. You and Grandpa get rested up while I'm gone. We'll celebrate big when I return." To himself, Phillip thought, I don't think your grandpa and I will get much rest while you're gone. Aloud, he said, "Just enjoy the time with your mother. We'll be here when you get back." Phillip remained in his chair and listened to Don tell his grandfather bye. The outside door had hardly closed when Douglas stepped into the room with his son. "Okay, spill it," Douglas ordered. "Tell me everything." Phillip grinned. "Okay, I will. I think, though, that we should go into your bedroom. I'm pretty sure we're going to mess up one of these beds. I think to be safe we shouldn't do anything in this room." Douglas motioned for his son to get to his feet and follow him. Phillip laughed. When he stepped inside his dad's bedroom, the man had already pulled his shirt off and was tugging on his shorts. "I thought I'd get comfortable while you tell me about it." Phillip looked out into the hallway. "You did lock the door, right?" Douglas stepped out of his shorts. "Tight as a drum," he replied. Phillip quickly pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor. He slid his boxers down and gave them a kick. Both men were naked when they landed on Douglas' bed. Douglas leaned with his back against the headboard and folded his arms across his bare chest. "I'm listening." Phillip sat next to his dad, their bodies touching. He leaned over and kissed the man. "I missed being in bed with you last night, Dad," he said pulling back. "I did, too. However, the thought of you and Donny being in bed, well, what can I say? I jacked off twice picturing it in my mind." Phillip gave his dad another grin. "Then sit back, you're going to get the complete picture now. "I actually went to sleep waiting to see if Don was going to sleep in your room or mine. I had left the light on, but that didn't keep me awake. When Don came into the room, the sound woke me up. He told me he had decided to sleep with me and he hoped that I didn't mind." "I hope you told him you were okay with him bunking in with you." Phillip laughed. "I assured him that I'd be fine with it. "For a time we talked," Phillip went on. "What about, I couldn't tell you. A little bit of everything. His mom; Ann; hell, even you, Dad." "Just talk?" "Yep. Nothing except talk. When Don pulled his shirt off, I noticed his hairy chest. Damn, is the kid hairy, Dad. I had no idea. He told me that Ann wanted him to shave it. He tried it one time for her, but he didn't like it. When he refused the next time, she told him he had to always wear a shirt when she was present." Douglas leaned forward in the bed. "No shit?" "That's right. He asked if I liked looking at chest hair. I had to admit that I found it...well, interesting. I was embarrassed, Dad, yet at the same time, it felt really good being honest with him. "You can imagine how surprised I was when he admitted the same to me. He said his hairy chest made him feel manly." "This is getting interesting," Douglas remarked. Phillip saw that his dad's cock was thickening up. He reached over and gave it a couple of strokes. The motion caused Douglas' dick to stretch out from his groin immediately. "Evidentially he thinks so, too," Phillip pointed out. "Go on," Douglas ordered his son. "I finally managed to drop off to sleep. I guess I got confused and thought I was in bed with you. I thought you were going to fuck me. I could feel your dick sliding along my ass crack. I told you to fuck me, but you just kept on teasing my ass with your cock. "I told you I needed to feel your dick inside me. Suddenly you groaned. I could feel your cum. You had sprayed it into my crack and not my hole. When you came, I guess it woke me up. When I realized it had been Don rubbing my ass and not you, I became so fucking hard I thought my dick would explode. I definitely needed to shoot a load." "Oh, fuck." Douglas began stroking his dick. "I pictured a lot last night thinking about the two of you, but nothing quite as hot as this." "Like I said, I needed to jack off in the worst way. My first thought was to leave the bed and go into the bathroom to take care of my problem. But when I tried to move, Don scooted in and latched on to me. He asked me not to leave. I called him by name and asked if he was awake." "And was he?" Douglas was stroking faster as he listened to Phillip's story. "Sort of, I guess. When he asked me not to leave I told him it was me and not Ann he was rubbing against. He told me he just wanted to be close to me. He asked if we could sleep the way we were. "Of course, by now, I was way past the point of even thinking about leaving the bed. Don seemed to fall back to sleep at once. When I realized that, I reached for some tissue and took care of my problem." "Damn, I imagine it didn't take long for you to shoot, did it?" "Not in the least. Three or four good strokes, and I was blasting into a tissue. I had just finished when Don asked if I was okay." "Oh. My. God." Phillip looked down and saw the explosion coming from his father's dick. Thick white cream was flowing freely as it made its way down his shaft and rolled into the man's wiry pubes. Phillip grinned and said, "You should have held on a little longer. It gets even more interesting." Douglas scooped some of his spunk up with a finger. He brought it to his mouth and cleaned it off with his tongue. "I'm listening," he said softly. "I told Don good night and tossed the tissue under the bed," Phillip continued. "This morning when I woke up alone, I reached under the bed and pulled the tissues out. I tossed them into the trash can and joined the two of you in the kitchen. When I came back into the room, I discovered another tissue in the can. I pulled it out and saw there was a tissue with fresh cum plastered into it. I guess you know what that meant?" "That Donny jacked off before he went in to take his shower," Douglas answered. "Exactly. Let me tell you, I was hard immediately when I realized what had happened. I threw all caution to the wind and began jacking off. Before I could finish, the bathroom door opened. I knew Don was on his way back. I pulled a shirt on hoping it would hide my hard-on." When Phillip stopped talking, Douglas said, "And?" "That was it. Don dressed and left to meet Sandra for lunch." Douglas eyed his son's hairy crotch. Phillip was hard and leaking pre cum heavily. "We need to take care of this before your son returns from his mother's. Shall I?" Phillip spread his legs apart and said, "I'm all yours, Dad." Douglas crawled between his son's legs and took hold of Phillip's dick. He gave it a gentle squeeze and then stroked it a couple times, causing more pre cum to ooze from the tip and run along his fingers. Douglas brought his hand to his mouth and cleaned it with is tongue. Having done that, Douglas lowered his face until his lips circled Phillip's head. He opened his mouth wider and took his son inside. He gave Phillip's dick a gentle suck, enjoying the feel of the man's dick against his tongue. Phillip moaned. "Oh, Dad." Douglas pulled back, allowing Phillip's dick to escape his mouth. Douglas placed his tongue on the underneath side of Phillip's cock and slowly made his way down the hard shaft. When he reached Phillip's hairy nut sac, Douglas ran his tongue over them, coating the fur that covered them with saliva and wetting it to the younger man's skin. Phillip moaned louder. "Fuck, Dad, you keep that up, and I'm going to blow a gasket." Douglas didn't respond. He continued licking, making his way down between Phillip's legs. When he reached the opening of his son's ass, Douglas began teasing the hairy hole, enjoying the feel of the little ass hairs rubbing against his tongue. Douglas began licking his way upward, along Phillip's thick shaft and finally reaching the man's cock head. He opened his mouth and quickly swallowed the entire thing, his nose buried in his son's pubes. Thick brown curls tickled the older man's nose and he breathed in deeply, savoring the aroma. "I'm not going to last long," Phillip warned. He placed his hands on the back of his father's head and began face fucking the man. Douglas met each thrust Phillip made. He loved the feeling of his son slapping his face with his hairy balls. Both of them were lost in the moment. Douglas loved being fucked in the face. Phillip was no longer in control of his body as he continued slamming his father in the mouth, grinding his crotch into the older man's chin. Phillip suddenly cried out, "I'm shooting, Dad! Take my fuck juice." Phillip thought he might pass out each time a rope of cum flew out of his dick and went down his dad's throat. When he finally stopped erupting thick heavy cum, Phillip let his body slide down until he was laying in the bed on his back. Douglas' body had scooted down as well. Still between Phillip's legs, Douglas leaned in and kissed the tip of his son's cock. Smiling, Douglas said, "That was one hell of a load, Phil. Quite tasty, too." The two men lay there for a time enjoying the sensation they were experiencing. It was a wonderful feeling, a man's body slowly coming in for a landing after a very hot session of sex. "I love you, Phil," Douglas said quietly. "I love you, Dad. I'm really glad you let me come back home." "You're welcome to stay here long as you like," Douglas assured his son. "In—" In the room across the hall, Phillip's cell phone interrupted Douglas. "I'd better get that," Phillip said. "It may be Don calling to say he's on his way back from Sandra's." Phillip crawled off the bed and went into the other bedroom. It wasn't long until he was back with a grin on his face. "It was indeed Don. He's just leaving Sandra's. He'll be here in half an hour." Douglas smiled. "Then the two of us had better jump into the shower." Phillip agreed with his father, and the two men hurried down the hall to get cleaned up. With any luck they would just have time enough to shower before Don arrived back from his mother's.