Date: Wed, 16 Dec 2015 01:43:16 +0000 (UTC) From: Jerlar Subject: The Carney Men 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 Phillip pulled into his father's drive and shut the car engine off. He leaned back in the seat with his eyes focused on the front of Douglas Carney's home. It had been Phillip's first day back at work since his mother's passing, and it had been a difficult one for him. Even more than dealing with his mother's death, Phillip was also trying to accept the changing circumstances that were taking place in his life. At fifty-three, he found it hard to believe he had moved back in with his father. Well, that was one issue he was dealing with. Two, actually. Hell, three issues if he was honest with himself. His mother's death and moving in with his father. Coupled together, Phillip could actually see that happening. One was the result of the other. However, the third situation was the one that left him puzzled and confused. Having sex with his father. Now that was an issue. The sex was only a slice of the problem, he realized. The bigger part was that he actually enjoyed being intimate with the man. No matter how hard he tried to understand his feelings, Phillip could not fully wrap himself around that fact. And today Phillip Carney had made another decision. He had made up his mind to let his father fuck him. Up to now, most of their intimacy had consisted of the two men discovering things about each other and their bodies. Phillip had fucked his dad once, and even though he knew his father wanted the same thing, Douglas had yet to receive that same pleasure. Douglas realized it was a big step for Phillip, and he was more than willing to wait until his son was ready. Phillip's mind was made up. He wanted to feel his dad's cock inside his ass. Still, it scared him just thinking about it. Not only was he frightened by the idea, Phillip was in shock that he was even considering such a thing. On the car seat beside him, Phillip's cell phone rang. He picked it up and saw his son's number flashing on the screen. "Hey, Don," he greeted. "How's things going, Dad?" Don asked. "I guess okay," Phillip answered. "Today was my first day back at work." "I'm sure that had to be hard. I hope things went smooth for you." "Not too bad. How about you, Son? Things going well your way?" "Not too bad. I was calling to remind you of my visit this weekend. Is it still okay for me to come?" "Of course it's okay," Phillip quickly assured his son "You're a welcomed sight anytime". "Good. I really need to see you." After a pause Don asked, "Are you still at Grandpa's?" "I am. For now, I guess that's where I'll be hanging my hat." "I take it you and Mom haven't worked things out?" "Only that I will be staying with Grandpa. For the time being," Phillip added. "Are you okay with that, Dad?" "I don't think I have a choice in the matter, Don," Phillip said to his son. "As for being here with Grandpa, I am actually enjoying the time I'm spending with him. Which by the way, he's really looking forward to your visit this weekend." "It'll be nice to spend some time with him. With both of you," Don added. "I suppose Scottie is still planning on staying with his mother this weekend." "He is. I'm okay with that." "So you'll be here sometime tomorrow evening?" Phillip reminded his son. "I should be there by seven o'clock," Don told his father. "Drive carefully, Don. See you then." "Love you, Dad." "Love you, too, Don." Phillip got out of the car and made his way up the walk. He opened the door and stepped inside the house. "Hey, Dad," he called. Phillip found his father in the kitchen working on the evening meal. "Hey, Son." Douglas turned around from the range and gave his son a smile. "Don called. He's coming down this weekend," Phillip said. "I'm glad to hear that," Douglas replied. He adjusted the burner and added, "Dinner should be ready in half an hour." Phillip hurried to his room and changed clothes. He soon returned wearing a tank top and shorts. He took a beer from the refrigerator and gave the lid a twist. "Need any help, Dad?" he asked. Douglas grabbed a beer for himself and sat down at the table across from his son. "Everything's taken care of," he answered. "It will be good to see Don, won't it, Dad?" Douglas took a drink of beer and with a nod said, "Yes, it will. He's a good kid." Phillip grinned and said, "The `kid' you're referring to is thirty-five." "He'll always be a kid to me," Douglas remarked. Phillip took another drink from his bottle. "About Don," he said. "I guess we need to be careful this weekend." "Careful? About what?" "You. Me. Us—what we've been doing. Hell, I don't know what I mean." "Along those lines, where will Donny sleep? The couch?" Phillip studied his father for a time. Finally he said, "I guess it's either the couch or one of us." "You and I could sleep together," Douglas suggested. "That way, Donny could have your bed." "I'm sure that would go over really well," Phillip pointed out. "Come to think of it, that might not be a bad idea," Douglas decided. "After all, it wouldn't be the first time you and I have shared a bed over the years." Phillip remained skeptical and told his father so. Douglas finished his beer. "Donny might like to sleep with you." "I seriously doubt that," Phillip disagreed. "You might be surprised. Has he ever been naked in front of you?" "Not since he was a kid," Phillip answered. "Like I said, he's still a kid," Douglas reminded. "True." Phillip threw the empty bottles into the trash and brought out two more drinks from the refrigerator. The two men sat at the kitchen table reliving memories of the son and grandson until the meal was ready. <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Phillip walked into his father's bedroom. He discovered Douglas already between the sheets. He walked over and sat down on the side of the bed. "Dad, I want to discuss something with you. About a decision I made today," Phillip added. Douglas sat up in bed, his back against the headboard. "I'm listening," he said. Phillip looked his father in the face and said, "I want you to fuck me." Douglas didn't speak for a time. Caught up with silence, the man allowed his eyes to remain locked on his son's face. "No comment, Dad?" "Are you certain about this, Phil?" "I am." "Why? Why do you want me to fuck you?" "I know it's something you want," Phillip said. "You're right," Douglas agreed. "However, that's not good enough reason." "I want you happy, Dad." "I am happy, Phil." Douglas held out his arms, and Phillip scooted across the bed and allowed himself to be held by his father. "Don't get me wrong, Phil, I miss your mother—a lot. I loved her so much. We had many wonderful years together. At first I didn't think I could make it without her. Then you came over and, well, I haven't been as lonely. I'm so glad you are here. That is what makes me happy, Son. This makes me happy." "That may be, but I think you need more than just me being here," Phillip said. "I want to make you happy in every way possible." Phillip turned and gave his father a kiss on the mouth. Their touch sparked a burning desire deep within their soul. Breathless, Phillip pulled away. His eyes held a look of tenderness as he studied the man's face. "It's true, I want this for you," Phillip said. "I also want it for me," he added. "You're being truthful with me?" Phillip gave a nod and said, "I am." "I still hear doubt in your voice," Douglas told his son. "It's not doubt, Dad. It's fear." Surprised, Douglas said, "Fear? Are you frightened of me?" "Not you exactly," Phillip answered. He reached under the sheet in search of his father's cock. He wrapped his fingers around it and felt the man instantly grow hard. He gave Douglas' dick a gentle squeeze. "I know you would never hurt me. This, however, might be another story. I can't even imagine this thing inside my ass." "Oh, Phil." Douglas pulled his son close to him. "I would never do anything that would give you pain. There are ways—things to do to make it easier on you. Trust me, when the time is right—when you're ready—it will be okay." "That a promise?" "Damn straight, Son." "Then I'm ready." Phillip remained in his father's arms for a time. Neither man appeared to be ready to pull away. A comfortable silence settled in the room leaving both Phillip and Douglas with the feeling of contentment. Douglas finally let go of his son. He told Phillip to lay on his stomach. Phillip did as his father asked. He could hear Douglas opening the drawer of the bedside table. He lay there trying to block the fear that was beginning to work its way into his brain. "Try and relax, Phil," his dad said. Phillip felt his father's hands on each of his ass cheeks. "Relax," Douglas repeated. "I'm just going to try and get your body a little more comfortable. Nothing is going to happen at the moment." Phillip began concentrating on his body, trying to make it relax. His dad spread his legs apart. He could feel Douglas' fingers rubbing along his crack, getting closer to his hole. It wasn't long until Phillip actually began to enjoy the man's touch. He found himself voluntarily opening his legs wider. "That's much better," Douglas praised his son. "Are you okay?" "Yes. Your fingers feel really good back there." "I'm glad. I want to make you happy, Phil." Phillip remained on his stomach enjoying the touch of his father's hands as they worked his ass over. His dick was hard, pressed between the bed and Phillip's body. "Your ass is really hairy," Douglas said. "I love the way the little brown hairs grow around your hole." "When I was fucking you I noticed the same of you," Phillip whispered. "I like that you're hairy." "I remember when I was fucking you, how good it felt to have your ass hair tickle the head of my dick as it moved in and out," Phillip remarked. "Wait until you feel my bush pressed against your ass," Douglas said. "I think you'll love that feeling." Phillip suddenly felt his dad's hands leave his body. "It's time for the next step," Douglas said. "Which is?" "Which is for me to put lube on my finger and work it inside you." Phillip's ass cheeks immediately grew tighter. He told himself to relax. He tried to clear his mind of all fear. Douglas picked up the bottle of lube. "Try to stay relaxed, Son. You have my word. I won't push inside until you're ready for me." Phillip took a deep breath and spread his legs a little more. He caught his breath when he felt Douglas place a finger near his entrance. The man began teasing his son's hole as he coated the hairy area with lube. He continued rubbing and massaging his son until Phillip felt the tension leave his body. A few moments later Douglas said, "Now, I'm going to push the tip of my finger inside you, Phil. Nothing more until you are ready," his father added. Phillip felt his body automatically tighten up once more. He took a breath and let it slowly escape from his lungs. He felt movement as Douglas began pressing inside him. It wasn't long until Phillip found that he liked the feeling his dad was giving him. "That actually feels pretty good, Dad," he whispered. "Are you in any pain, Phil?" Phillip assured him he wasn't. The prodding his dad's finger was giving his ass caused Phillip's dick to release a thick strand of pre cum. He felt it between his naked skin and the sheet on the bed. A short time later Douglas asked, "Are you still doing alright?" "I think I'm ready for you to go deeper," Phillip said. "You've had my entire finger for quite some time," Douglas told him. "You still think you're ready for more?" Phillip's response was a grunting sound as he urged his father on. He suddenly caught his breathe as he felt an unfamiliar pressure in his lower extremity. "You still okay?" Douglas asked. "I think so." "I have two fingers in you now," Douglas told his son. "I'll give you plenty of time to get used to the feeling." "I feel some pressure," Phillip said. "Am I hurting you?" Phillip felt the movement stop inside his ass. "Not really. It's just an odd feeling." When Phillip felt the pressure grow stronger, he asked, "What are you doing, Dad? It feels suddenly very tight." "I have three fingers up you, Phil," his father told him. "You're doing great," he praised. Phillip felt his ass muscles suddenly tighten up. "Relax, Son," Douglas said. "I told you, I'm not going to put the real thing up you until I think you are ready for it. You have my word, Phil." The longer Phillip lay on his stomach, the more comfortable he became having his father finger fuck his ass. In fact, he was enjoying it so much that he was suddenly afraid that he might cum. He told his father about the feeling he was experiencing. Douglas pulled out of his son's ass. "I think you're ready for me, Phil." Phillip felt the bed move as his father changed positions behind him. He felt a moment of panic. "I promise it will be alright," Douglas said trying to reassure Phillip. "Raise up on your hands and knees, Son." Phillip did as his father asked. Looking down, he saw his dick had lost some of its hardness. In spite of all his father had done, Phillip still feared the man's cock being inside him. He felt Douglas' body behind his. "I'm going to place the head of my dick next to your hole, Phil." Phillip took a breath when he felt his father's touch. A shiver went through his body, and he found himself pushing back against the man. The movement caused Douglas' cock head to slip inside. Phillip felt a moment of panic and became still. Neither man moved. The room was filled with only silence for a short time. Then Douglas told his son he was going to push a little more into him, adding, "I'll stop if you're hurting." Still a little frightened, Phillip remained quiet. He waited for his father to make his next move. Phillip felt a strong pressure, followed by a sharp pain. His face broke out into a sweat. Before he could speak, before he could ask, could beg his dad to pull out, he felt his entire ass relax, and suddenly everything felt right with him. "What just happened?" he asked. It was a moment before his father answered. Finally, "Your ass pulled my cock inside." "All the way?" "All the way, Phil. My bush is pressed next to your ass. Are you okay?" Phillip took a deep breath. "I—think—I am." "I'm going to give you time to get used to me." Looking down, Phillip discovered his dick growing hard once more. "I think I'm there," he said. "I'm beginning to get hard again." Phillip felt his dad's dick move a little inside him. "I'll go slowly, Son," Douglas told him. At first Phillip was very uncomfortable. He was at the point of asking the man to pull out when suddenly everything changed. The pressure went away. The pain stopped. Phillip suddenly felt nothing but pleasure as his dad continued working in and out of his ass. "You okay?" Douglas whispered. "Fuck, yeah," Phillip muttered. Phillip felt his father's hands on each of his ass cheeks. He gave them a pat and continued fucking his son. "Can I fuck you harder, Phil?" "I'm willing to give it a try," Phillip said. Phillip felt his father push harder into him, forcing the walls of his ass to open wider, allowing Douglas to enter. Phillip suddenly felt intense pleasure, and he told this dad as much. "The—pleasure—it's all mine," Douglas moaned. "Your ass is so tight. I don't know how much longer I can last." The first time to be fucked, Phillip didn't know how to respond to his father's comment. He kept quiet and began meeting Douglas' thrusts, pushing his body hard into his father. As his dad had pointed out, Phillip could feel the man's hairy skin grate against his flesh. Phillip was suddenly aware of something. He realized he was about to cum, and his hand wasn't anywhere near his cock. It surprised the hell out of him. "I think I'm going to shoot, Dad," he warned. Douglas didn't answer his son. Instead, he fucked Phillip's ass all the harder, pounding his body into his son. "Shit, I am going to cum," Phillip cried out. "God, me, too." Just as Phillip shot a thick rope of cum out onto the bed sheet, he felt a warm feeling of stickiness inside his ass. He realized his father had flooded him with his thick dad juice. Phillip felt his dad fall into his body. He felt the man's hairy chest against his ass. "Fuck, Phil. It's been a long time since anyone has made me feel this way." Phillip felt his body falling to the bed. His father remained where he was, his dick still buried in his son's cum-filled hole. "I can assure you, I have never experienced anything like this before. Not ever," Phillip added. "Ass fucking, right?" "That, and the fact that I shot a load without touching my dick," Phillip declared. Douglas slipped out of Phillip, but he remained against his son's body. "Surely you've had wet dreams," Douglas remarked. "When I was young, I suppose I did," Phillip agreed. "Hell, I'm not even sure I did then. During my teen years I jacked off practically every moment of the day. I don't think I had any need to release sperm while I slept." "I do remember finding lots of cum rags under your bed," Douglas said. "Are you serious?" Douglas gave a nod. "Yep. They came in handy," he said with a grin. "Handy? How do you mean?" "Let's just say I shot a lot of cum sniffing your spunk." "Seriously?" Douglas gave his son a surprised look. "Are you telling me you never found any of Donny's rags? That you never jacked off because of them?" "Sorry, Dad. I honestly never thought about it." "I thought you jacked off even after you and Sandra were married." "I did; especially after the first year or so." "Did you ever think about Donny jacking off after he became a teenager?" "I don't remember," Phillip answered. "I did have a talk of sorts with him about the time he turned thirteen or fourteen. We had that talk. Outside of that, like I told you, I don't think I ever saw my son naked. There was no need. He had his bathroom, and we had ours." "Well, I'll tell you once more, I shot a lot of intense and heavy loads sniffing your sticky rags." "Fuck!" Saying the word, Phillip rose up, forcing his father's body to slip away from him. "Is something wrong?" Douglas asked. "I think I'm about to shit the bed. Move!" As Phillip quickly jumped to the floor, he heard his dad laugh. "It's okay, Son," he said. "That's normal. You're not going to shit. It's just that you're not used to having cum inside you. Yes, it does need to come out. In time, you will get used to it. At least I hope you let me fuck you again." Just before he disappeared from sight, Phillip called, "That is definitely going to happen again. You have certainly opened me up to new and greater pleasures, Dad. And I use the word `open' literally."