Date: Wed, 23 Sep 2015 02:42:23 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: For Pete's Sake, Chapter 16

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CHAPTER SIXTEEN


	"I love having your cock inside my ass, Trace," Pete Adams groaned.
	"I love being in there," Tracy assured his dad between thrusts.
	Tracy had fucked his father several times during the night.  He had
no idea how many times he had shot inside the man's ass. Tracy had been
disappointed with their first fuck. He had come almost immediately after
sliding inside Pete. When his dad realized his son was disappointed, he was
quick to assure Tracy that time and practice would take care of that
situation. And it had. Each time Tracy entered his dad, he found he lasted
longer and could control himself better.
	"Hey, Trace?" The words coming from his farther were far from
smooth, due to the fact Tracy was hitting the man's ass hard and furious.
	Tracy's answer was a grunt, and he continued fucking his dad.
	"Remember when I told you I would soon be begging you to cum inside
me?"
	Tracy grunted a second time and followed it with, "Yeah."
	"Okay, I'm begging. I'm ready for you to shoot inside me, Son."
	Tracy pressed his hands tighter around Pete's ass cheeks and
pounded the man with everything he had in him. Cum from previous fucks
began oozing out of Pete and slowly made its way down the shaft of Tracy's
dick.
	"I'm almost there, Dad," Tracy warned is father.
	"Oh, yeah, Son, give me more of your spunk." Saying the words, Pete
pushed hard against his son, pressing his ass against the boy's pubes.
	When Tracy's orgasm began coursing its way through his body, he
thought he would pass out. The room, which had been filled with early
morning sunlight, appeared cloudy and dark for a moment. His vision
returned as his cock finished shooting its load. Tracy, weak, fell against
his dad.
	"Hey, you okay back there?" Pete asked the question a short time
later when Tracy remained silent.
	"Hell, yeah, I'm okay," Tracy assured the man. "You really drove me
over the edge that time," he added.
	Pete pulled forward, forcing his son's dick to pull out. He fell on
his back and held out his arms. "Come here, Trace," he whispered.
	Tracy went into his father's arms, his naked body pressed against
Pete's hairy chest. His dick, still mostly hard and covered with old as
well as new spunk, attached to Pete's flesh.
	Pete smiled at his son. "Didn't I tell you it wouldn't be long
before I'd be begging you to cum?"
	Tracy returned the smile. "I guess you were right, Dad. You told me
practice makes perfect."
	"The way my ass feels, I think you've had plenty of practice." Pete
rose up and planted a kiss on his son's mouth. "I'm glad I could give you
what you wanted," he said pulling away.
	"Dad, not only do you give me what I want, you give me what I
need."
	"Again, I'm glad."
	Tracy reached down with one of his hands and touched his father's
cock. It was hard and poking him. Tracy raised his body enough so that he
could wrap his fingers around it.
	"We need to take care of this. Are you ready to fuck me, Dad?"
	Pete's eyes locked with his son's, a tender look coming from
them. "I would love to fuck you, Son," he whispered.
	"Why does it sound like I hear doubt in that sentence?" Tracy
asked.
	"I'm afraid I'll hurt you, Trace. I can't stand the thought of
that."
	"I'm sure it will be uncomfortable the first time," Tracy
acknowledged. "In fact, knowing how thick, how long you are, I'm sure it
will be. However, as a wise person told me once, practice makes perfect."
	"God, how I love you, Trace."
	Tracy kissed his dad. "If it's any consolation, I've had plenty of
practice. I think you will find my hole in good shape and fairly good
size."
	Pete looked confused. "I thought you said you've never been
fucked."
	"I haven't," Tracy assured the man. "While a man's dick might have
not been up me, I can assure you, I have done a hell of a lot of stretching
exercises on myself."
	"Okay, TMI here," Pete said.
	Tracy grinned at his dad. "Too much information? Really? I mean
with everything we've shared together?"
	"While it's hot thinking about sliding my dick up you, the idea of
something generically splitting your ass, well..." Pete shook his head, not
finishing his thought.
	"I understand, Dad. I just wanted to let you know that I have been
working for quite some time now, preparing myself. I am more than ready to
feel you inside me."
	"So you think you're ready for me?" Doubt was on Pete's face.
	"I am," Tracy answered with a nod of his head. He rolled off his
dad's body. "Check my hole out," he said getting on his hands and knees.
	When Pete placed a hand close to his son's entrance, Tracy's body
shivered. The thought of his dad's dick sliding into him created such
desire he could hardly breathe.  When Pete began teasing his son's hole
with a finger, Tracy thought he was going to pass out.
	"I believe you're right, Trace. I think you will be able to take
me. Especially if I take things easy," Pete added.
	Tracy wiggled his ass. "We won't know until you give it a try," he
told his father.
	Tracy watched his dad reach for the bottle of lube. Pete squeezed a
glob out into the palm of his hand and began working it up his son's ass,
his fingers gently massaging their way inside. Tracy could feel some of the
gel leaking out of him. Pete coated his dick heavily and threw the bottle
down. He pushed the head of his dick next to his son's entrance.
	"I'll be easy, Trace," he said. "Let me know if I'm hurting you,
Son."
	For an answer, Tracy pushed back against his dad. The head of
Pete's dick pushed inside him and stopped.
	"You okay?" Pete asked.
	"I'm fine, Dad. Just go on in."
	Pete pushed forward. His cock went about half way in.
	"Fuck!" Tracy couldn't keep the word from coming out. He felt his
dad freeze, his body not moving.
	"It's okay, Dad," he said.
	"I'm hurting you, Trace."
	"It's going to be okay," Tracy assured the man. "Just go
inside. Easy," he added.
	Tracy felt his dad move another inch or so inside him. The movement
brought more pain to Tracy's body. He clamped his lips together, refusing
to let his father know what he was feeling.
	"Tracy?"
	"I'm good," Tracy assured his dad.
	"Your voice says different," Pete replied.
	"I want this," Tracy reminded.
	Against his better judgment, Pete pushed forward. He felt his bush
pressed against his son's flesh.
	Thinking it would help, Tracy forced his body to relax. Another
moan tried to escape him. He refused to let it come out of his mouth.
	"I'm all the way in, Trace," his dad said unnecessarily.
	Taking a deep breath, Tracy said, "I know."
	"Are you all right?"
	Tracy told the man he was okay.
	"Your ass is so tight," Pete said. "I'm not sure how long I'm going
to last when I start fucking you."
	Feeling the pain reduce to mild discomfort, Tracy said, "Like
someone said, practice makes perfect. I'm willing to let you practice on me
until you get it perfect."
	Pete remained still for another moment longer. When he felt Tracy
had become used to him being inside, Pete pulled back, enjoying the feeling
his son's ass was giving his dick. He continued moving back and forth in
this manner for a time.
	Tracy had gone from pain to discomfort, and finally desire. He was
ready for his dad to fuck him. He said as much.
	"Fuck me, Dad," he begged.
	"Are you sure?"
	"I am." Tracy made his ass wiggle against his dad's body. The
muscles gripped Pete's cock. "I am so ready," he whispered.
	"You keep that up, and I'm going to fill you with my load," Pete
warned.
	Tracy pushed hard once more into his father's body. The movement
drove the man wild. He placed his hands on the boy's cheeks and slammed his
son's ass. Pete's full balls slammed against Tracy's body.
	"God, Dad," Tracy moaned.
	Pete paused in mid-stroke. "Am I hurting you, Trace?"
	"No. Pain's gone. Pleasure is all I feel now. Whatever you do, Dad,
don't stop fucking me."
	Pete groaned, and Tracy realized his father had no intention of
stopping what he was doing. The man continued working his cock back and
forth, in and out his son's stretching hole. Each time Pete's pubes
scratched against Tracy's skin, the boy wanted more and more dick up his
ass.
	Pete suddenly slowed down, almost to a stop.
	"Don't stop, Dad," Tracy pleaded.
	"Have to, Son. I'm about to pop."
	"Do it," Tracy ordered. "Fill my hole with your cream. We'll keep
practicing," Tracy promised.
	Pete slowly resumed his thrusting. "Damn, Trace, I can't believe
I'm actually fucking you. Your ass...it's fucking awesome!"
	Tracy felt his dad's cock thicken up. He realized he was about to
get an ass full of dad cream. A loud moan escaped him.
	"Give me your load, Dad!" he cried. "Fuck, yeah."
	Pete continued thrusting, his cock pushing inside each time a rope
of cum flew out of his dick.
	The warm feeling caused by his dad's sperm filled Tracy with
desire. His cock was again dripping pre cum. Tracy began stroking his
dick. The fucking he had received from his dad was enough it didn't take
long for him to shoot another load. Pete had hardly finished shooting up
his son's ass when Tracy shot his own load down onto the sheet.
	"Fuck!" Tracy cried.
	Pete was still buried inside his son's cum-filled ass. He felt the
muscles in Tracy's ass spasm against his shaft.
	"Damn, Trace, that was good," Pete moaned. "Just now, when you
came, your dick gripped the hell out of my cock."
	Tracy pushed against the man he loved so much. "I'm glad I made you
feel good, Dad."
	Pete pulled out of his son and lay on his back on the bed. "You
made me feel damned good, Son," he said.
	Tracy fell on his back next to Pete. "That goes both ways, Dad. I
loved having you inside me. I especially loved fucking you," he added with
a grin.
	"Just think of all the fun we can have. Practicing with each other,
I mean."
	Tracy leaned over and gave his dad a kiss on the mouth. "Someone
did say practice makes you perfect," he reminded with a grin.