Date: Mon, 1 Apr 2013 14:08:55 -0500
From: Jim Vance <jimvance2@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Lovers and the Ghost - 2

                    The Lovers and the Ghost
                          By Jim Vance
                   Copyright 2012 by Jim Vance
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                               Two
   Tad looked at his father's cock. It was soft.
   "I finally know what Pete looks like when he's sleeping."
   Frank grinned at his son.
   "I bet you like him better when he's awake."
   "I do, Dad."
   Tad  smiled  and licked his lips as Pete woke up. Tad  wrapped
his hand around Frank's cock.
   Tad  was  a  little  worried about the knife.  If  his  mother
wanted to kill his father, what could Tad do? He started stroking
his  dad while he thought. Maybe if his mom thought it was  Tad's
idea, she wouldn't hurt his dad.
   "Dad, can I suck your cock," Tad yelled.
   Frank  stared at his son and tried to figure out  why  he  was
yelling.  There  was  no  one else in the house-except  Michelle.
Frank grinned at his son. He was a smart boy.
   "Are you sure you want to?"
   "Yes,  Dad!"  Tad  yelled. "I really, really,  really,  really
want to suck you!"
   "I  suppose." Tad grinned at his dad, who obviously understood
what  Tad  was trying to do-make his mom think it was  all  Tad's
idea.
   Tad  began sucking him and Frank closed his eyes and tried not
to  think  about Michelle. Frank's mind was in turmoil,  but  his
son's warm, wet mouth slowly became his sole focus.
   Tad  began  stroking  the shaft while he sucked  on  the  end.
Frank  sighed. Tad stopped to admire his big dick.  He  gave  the
head  a tongue bath for a while and eagerly licked up the pre-cum
Frank was producing for him.
   "I  love  you, Daddy! Thank you for letting me do  this!"  Tad
said, loudly.
   "I  will  do  anything for you, son," Frank  said,  even  more
loudly. Frank looked in his son's eyes as the boy licked the head
of his cock. They kept eye contact until Tad took the head of his
cock  in  his  mouth. Tad ran both hands over his  daddy's  hairy
chest  and  belly while he sucked on the head. After a couple  of
minutes,  he  began stroking the shaft to make  his  daddy  come.
Frank  moaned  as his son brought him closer and  closer  to  his
orgasm. Then Tad took him there and his body pumped the cum  from
his balls into his beautiful son's mouth.
   "Tad!" he moaned.
   As  he  came down from his orgasm, he looked at the clock.  It
was  just  after eleven, which meant Tad had made  him  come  six
times that day. Frank grinned. Seven would be easy!
   Tad  pulled  off  his dad's dick and smiled at  him.  Suddenly
they heard a crash from the kitchen.
   "We can start using paper plates, Daddy."
   Frank  was  startled again by his son's casual  acceptance  of
the ghost, but he laughed.
   "With no knives," Frank added.
   "Right!"
   Tad lay down and Frank pulled him close.
   "Tomorrow  we  are going to buy something that  will  make  it
much easier for me to fuck you," he whispered in his son's ear.
   "Really?"
   "Yes. It should make it hurt less."
   "I don't mind the pain."
   "I do. It will help."
   "I love you, Daddy."
   "I love you, baby."
   His son scooted back against him. They fell asleep.

   "Wake up, Daddy."
   Frank opened his eyes.
   "Breakfast is ready."
   "It is?"
   "Yes. I made scrambled eggs, toast, and bacon."
   "Wow!"
   Frank  pulled  his  son  into his arms and  kissed  him.  They
kissed  for  a  while.  Then Frank got up  and  walked  into  the
kitchen. Tad poured him a cup of coffee. He poured some  milk  in
it and then handed it to his father.
   Frank  grinned  at him and took a sip. His son looked  at  his
cock and licked his lips.
   "I know what you want for breakfast, Tad. Italian sausage."
   "Your sausage is very tasty, Dad."
   Tad  bent down and kissed his Dad's erection before going back
to  work on breakfast. Frank stroked himself and drank his coffee
while he looked at his son's beautiful ass.
   He  thought  about all the things he needed to  do,  including
buying a butt plug for Tad to wear.
   He  got up and called his boss to tell him the news. His  boss
was  very,  very sorry and told him to take the week  off.  Frank
called his son's school and told them. He decided the two of them
would check into a hotel. It would get Tad's mind off his mother.
The  two  of  them were on their honeymoon, as far as  Frank  was
concerned,  so  he felt it was appropriate. Tad was  starting  to
grow pubic hair and Frank thought it was a good time to give  his
son his first blow job. Hopefully, Michelle would stay home.
   He  sat back down at the kitchen table and Tad placed a  plate
of food in front of him.
   Frank pulled his son onto his lap. "You are wonderful, Tad.  I
am so lucky you love me."
   "I am the lucky one, Dad." They kissed.
   "Are you very upset about your Mom?"
   Tad  thought for a minute. "It just doesn't seem possible that
she's really gone."
   Frank  nodded. "It hasn't sunk in, yet. When it does, and  you
get sad, just remember you will always have me. And remember that
your Mom is in heaven."
   Frank  kept  his  son on his lap and fed them  both.  His  son
played with Frank's cock while they ate, only stopping when Frank
held the fork in front of his mouth.
   When  they finished, Frank said, "Go pack some clothes  for  a
few days. Shorts and t-shirts and your swimsuit."
   "Are we going somewhere?"
   "Yes. It's a surprise."
   "Oh! Great!" Tad got down off his lap and ran to his room.
   Frank   called   a  crematorium  and  made  arrangements   for
Michelle.
   Michelle  didn't speak to any of her relatives, so  he  wasn't
sure if he should tell them. She had a reason for disapproving of
each  one  of  them. Her mother divorced her father.  Her  father
cheated  on  her  mother. Her brother-come to  think  of  it,  he
couldn't  remember  why  she didn't speak  to  him  anymore.  Her
grandfather drank. He figured if she didn't want to talk to  them
while they were alive, she wouldn't want him talk to them now.
   Frank called his father.
   "Hello, Frank," Tony Rimaldi said.
   "Hi,  Dad.  I've got bad news. Michelle died in  a  car  wreck
last night."
   "Oh, son. I am so, so sorry. How is Tad?"
   "He is doing OK. Better than I thought he would."
   "And you?"
   "I'm  OK. We are going to stay at a hotel for a couple of days
to keep Tad's spirits up."
   "Oh. I always liked Michelle."
   Frank  started  laughing. "What? You hated her and  she  hated
you! What are you talking about?"
   "You  shouldn't  speak ill of the dead." Frank  was  about  to
laugh  and  then he realized that in his house, that was  a  good
idea.  After all, she was lurking around. It struck him that  not
speaking  badly of the dead was not nonsense, as  he  had  always
thought. Was that why that saying started?
   "She is still with us, Dad."
   "She will always be in your hearts."
   "No,  Dad.  I  mean  haunting. It was pretty  wild  here  last
night. Plates flinging themselves around. Chairs moving. A  knife
floating through the air."
   "Are you drunk?"
   "No, Dad. Tad and I watched it. We both saw it."
   "Are you really serious?"
   "Serious  as  a-"  Frank  almost  said  `car  wreck'.   "Heart
attack."
   "Oh. That is why you are going to a hotel."
   "Part of it."
   "Is there some reason she would be angry?"
   "Umm."
   Tad brought a suitcase to the kitchen. He grinned at his son.
   "Get your toothbrush."
   "I already did."
   Frank smiled.
   "We  will  talk  more later, Dad. I'll call  in  a  couple  of
hours."
   "OK."
   Frank hung up.
   "That was your granddad."
   "How is he?"
   "I didn't ask. I'm sure he was fine. We were talking about-"
   "Oh."
   Frank  got up and went to get dressed. It was warm, so he  put
on  a  pair of loose shorts with no underwear and a tank top.  He
pulled out a suitcase and packed a few things. He got some of his
things from the bathroom and packed them.
   He  could hear Tad washing dishes. His baby boy was wonderful,
there was no doubt about it.
   He  packed up his laptop and put it in his case. He packed his
cellphone charger, too.
   Tad  walked  into  the bedroom. He licked  his  lips  when  he
looked  at  his father and Frank could see the lust in his  eyes.
"The dishes are done."
   Tad  watched his father grow erect. He walked over to him  and
slid  his  hand  in  a  leg of his shorts. He  pulled  his  Dad's
erection out.
   "Pete is so beautiful, Dad."
   Frank  sighed.  Tad pulled back his foreskin  and  licked  the
head.
   "Let's  do  this somewhere else, OK?" Frank was nervous  about
Michelle.
   "OK, Dad. Let's go!"
   Tad  kissed  Pete before letting go of him. He looked  excited
and Frank was excited, too.
   They  put  their  things in the car. Frank  went  through  the
house and made sure the lights and the oven were off. They got in
the car and left.
   As they drove away, Frank said, "How are you doing, baby?"
   "Fine, Dad. I'm excited! Where are we going?"
   "I thought we would spend a few nights in a nice hotel."
   "Like a honeymoon?" his son asked.
   "Exactly!"
   "I love you, Dad!"
   Frank took his son's hand and kissed it.
   He  headed  for the adult bookstore to get the butt  plug  and
maybe lube.
   "Did you pack Vaseline?"
   "Of course, Dad! The big jar!" Frank chuckled.
   Tad  rubbed his father's erection. He pulled his cock  out  of
the  leg of his shorts. He grinned at his dad, who grinned  right
back. He stroked his father's cock while they got on the highway.
Tad pulled his hand away. He didn't want another car wreck!
   Frank stopped in the bookstore parking lot.
   "This  is  not  a  safe area, so keep the  doors  locked,  the
windows  up, and if anyone acts weird, blow the car horn until  I
come back."
   "OK, Dad."
   Frank  got  out  of  the car and went into the  bookstore.  He
walked to the novelties area and found what he wanted. He pointed
it  out to the clerk who rang it up. He decided to get lube, too.
He  had  never  fucked Tad with lube. He thought  it  might  feel
different  than  Vaseline. The young, obviously gay  clerk  said,
"Your wife is a very lucky woman."
   Frank  noticed  he was looking at his hand. He still  had  the
ring on. He pulled it off and put it in his pocket.
   "She used to be," Frank said.
   He took his purchases out to the car and got in.
   Tad  grinned at him and they took off. The windows were rolled
up,  but  the bag began moving a little like the wind was blowing
it.  Frank tried to ignore it, but then the plug came partway out
of the suck.
   "I love Dad, Mom. Please be happy for us," Tad said.
   "I  can't get over how well you are dealing with this,  baby,"
Frank said.
   "Where are we going, Dad?"
   Frank  took  his phone and brought up his father's number.  He
dialed it and handed the phone to Tad.
   "To  the  Hilton  on  Main Street. Do me a  favor.  Call  your
grandfather and ask him to meet us there."
   "OK. Great! I haven't seen him for so long."
   That was because Michelle didn't approve of him.
   Tad called his granddad.
   "Hi, Granddad! It's Tad."
   "Hey, Tad baby! How are you? I have missed you," Tony said  to
his grandson.
     "I'm  fine. I miss you, too. It's been so long since  I  saw
you. I really want to see you. We are going to the Hilton on Main
Street. Will you meet us there? We are almost there."
   "Sure.  I  would  love  that. I miss  you,  Tad.  You  are  my
beautiful, beautiful grandson."
   Tad   laughed.   "And   you   are  my   beautiful,   beautiful
grandfather."
   "Oh. I'm an old man."
   "No, you aren't! I mean it!"
   "Bye."
   Frank  heard  the `beautiful, beautiful' line. It's  what  his
dad  called him while he was fucking him. Frank's cock  stiffened
and  rubbed it. Tad saw and began rubbing it for him. Tad  hadn't
spent much time at all with Frank's father, because Michelle said
he  was  a  pervert.  Maybe  he  was,  but  he  was  still  Tad's
grandfather. It had always made Frank mad.
   "You know, I had sex with him when I was your age."
   "Really? Why didn't you tell me?"
   "Your  mother didn't like him. She said he chased young  boys.
She made me promise not to talk to you about him."
   "He wouldn't chase me," Tad said.
   "Why not?" Frank asked.
   "I wouldn't run!" They both laughed.
   "You really wouldn't?"
   "No, Dad." Tad grinned. "I would unzip his pants and pull  out
Pete's dad. I would give him a kiss. I love him. I miss him."
   "You've never even met Pete's dad!" Frank said.
   Tad  laughed. "I meant I miss Granddad! But I am sure I  would
love Pete's dad. Especially if he looks like Pete."
   "You haven't seen your granddad for a few years."
   "I  know,  but I have a picture of him. I am excited!  He  can
know I'm your wife, can't he? Maybe he won't mind!"
   "Yes, baby. We can tell him. I think he will be happy for  us.
Would you like for more people to know about us?"
   "Not if we will get in trouble."
   "I  know  that. I will give it some thought. I am  very  proud
you are my wife."
   "I am proud you are my husband."
   "And we want people to know how happy we are, right, baby?"
   "Right, Dad."
   "When  you see your grandfather at the hotel, if you  want  to
have  sex  with him, kiss him on the mouth, and don't  pull  away
immediately. He'll get the idea."
   "Would you mind?"
   "No,  baby. I know he wants you. If you want him, I think  you
should do it. But only if you want to. I love him, too."
   "How do you know he wants me?"
   "Because he told me he would love to fuck you. He asked me  if
he could."
   "Oh."
   "Why didn't he?"
   "Would you have wanted him to fuck you?"
   "I  think  so.  Oh! That's cool, Dad. I could  have  Pete  and
Pete's Dad!"
   "Oh, lord! I'm raising a sex maniac!" Frank joked.
   "Oh. It's bad."
   "No,  Tad. I was kidding. It isn't bad at all. Having sex with
someone you love is not bad. And you love him, you said."
   "I do."
   Frank chuckled. "Then I guess you should let him fuck you.  Do
you  think you might like to have sex with both of us at the same
time?"
   "I would really love that, Daddy!"
   "Then we will."
   "Does his cum taste like yours?"
   "I don't know. I've never tasted mine or his."
   "Why not?"
   "Dad always fucked me."
   "Oh.  I hope he will let me suck him." Frank grinned and shook
his head.
   "I  have  a  feeling he will let you do that as  much  as  you
want."
   Frank  pulled up to the valet parking area. They  got  out  of
the car. Tad got the butt plug. That might have been embarrassing
if  they forgot it. A bellboy took their bags and Frank took  the
butt plug and lube.
   They  walked  to  the front desk. Tad looked  around  and  saw
several  women looking at his handsome daddy. He was  happy.  His
dad belonged to him in every way.
   "I would like a room for me and my son."
   "How many nights will you be staying?"
   "Three."
   Frank got a room with a bidet and a Jacuzzi.
   "Oh, my father will be in. Will you send him to our room?  You
can't miss him. I look just like him."
   "Yes, sir."
   They  went  to  their room. The bellboy left  their  bags  and
Frank tipped him.
   "Wow, Dad! This is nice!"
   "It's our honeymoon, baby! And there are no knives!"
   Tad laughed and hugged his father.
   They looked in the bathroom. Tad was very excited.
   Tad  pulled down his father's shorts while his father  grinned
at him. He kissed his father's erection.
   "I love you, Pete," Tad said. They both laughed.
   Frank  pulled  his  tank top off. Then he pulled  Tad's  shirt
off. Tad got naked in a hurry.
   Frank showed his son how to use the bidet.
   "Can we get one for our house, Dad?"
   "Hmm. I don't see why not. Do you like it?"
   "Oh, yeah."
   They  climbed  into bed together and kissed.  They  were  both
very hard.
   Frank  lay  there and let his son enjoy his body. Tad  stroked
and kissed and licked. He was an amazing lover, to be so young.
   Tad  moved  between  his  father's hairy  legs.  He  took  his
father's  erection and planted kisses all over  it.  He  ran  his
fingers through his dad's long pubic hair. He pressed his face in
his  father's crotch and sniffed. He thought it was  a  wonderful
smell. Then he laughed.
   "What's funny?" Frank asked.
   "Nothing, Dad. I'm just happy."
   Frank  sighed. "I am too, baby. I believe I am happier than  I
have ever been."
   "I  think  I am, too. And we should be happy, Dad. We  are  on
our honeymoon." Frank nodded.
   Tad  took  his father's erection in his hands. He  pulled  the
foreskin  back and began licking the velvety head of his father's
cock.  Frank sighed again. Tad pulled back to watch a  little  of
his  dad's syrup bubble out of the end. He lapped it up. He loved
the taste. It began flowing as Tad licked the head, and he lapped
up every bit of it.
   Frank  folded his arms behind his head and smiled  as  he  was
serviced. He grinned when his son rubbed the head of his cock all
over  his face, smearing the pre-cum into his skin. His  son  was
addicted to his cock and Frank hoped his addiction never ended. A
spurt  of pre-cum shot about an inch out of his cock and  dripped
down  his  son's  nose. His son wiped it into  his  mouth  before
swallowing the head of his father's cock.
   Tad  started stroking the shaft while he sucked on  the  head.
He  wanted  his  dad's cum and he couldn't wait  any  longer.  He
hadn't  had  any all day. Frank thrust up as he came  closer  and
closer  to  the edge. He groaned as Tad took him over that  edge.
Tad  gulped  as  six  powerful streams of cum  shot  out  of  his
father's balls and into his mouth. He swallowed several times  as
his  father moaned and writhed on the bed in pleasure.  Tad  felt
very powerful to be able to affect a big man like his father that
way. Tad was small, but knowing the effect he had on his dad made
him  feel  really big. As his father's orgasm ended,  Tad  looked
into  his  eyes. He could see the love in his father's  eyes.  He
hoped his dad could see how much Tad loved him.
   Finally  it  was over. Tad squeezed all he could  out  of  his
father's stiff cock and licked it up.
   Frank pulled him up on the bed. He rolled Tad on his back  and
lay  on top of him. Tad wrapped his arms around his father as his
father's  tongue plunged into his mouth. They kissed for  a  long
time.  There was no longer any need to hurry and they  were  both
exactly where they wanted to be.
   There was a knock on the door.
   "Who is it?" Frank called out.
   "Tony, your father."
   "Damn!  I  wanted to get that butt plug inside you  before  he
got here."
   Frank  got off the bed. Tad watched the butt plug fly  through
the air and hit his father in the head. His father collapsed onto
the floor.
   "Dad!   Dad!"  Tad  pulled  his  arm,  but  his   father   was
unconscious or dead. Tad sobbed.
   Tad ran to the door to let his grandfather in the room.
   "He got hit in the head! He's-he's-"
   Tony  walked  quickly over to the bed. He felt for  his  son's
pulse. It was there.
   "He's  unconscious. Get dressed. We can't have  paramedics  in
here with both of you naked."
   "OK. Granddad."
   While Tad got dressed, Tony asked him what happened.
   "He  said he was going to put the butt plug in me and Mom  got
mad and hit him in the head with it."
   Tony  looked  at  the  butt plug. It was big!  And  dangerous,
evidently.
   "Can you see her?"
   "No. But things keep flying around. We know she's here."
   "Try to get your father's underwear on him while I dial 911."
   Tad  tried, but he couldn't lift his father. He got  his  feet
in his Dad's boxers, but that was all he could do. He realized he
put  them  on  backwards, so he pulled them off and put  them  on
again. He managed to pull them up to his father's knees.
   Tony  talked  to the emergency people and gave them  the  room
number. Then he hung up.
   He lifted his son and Tad pulled his boxers up.
   "Do we need to put any other clothes on him?" Tad asked.
   "No.  He's  fine  like  that.  Hide  the  butt  plug  in   his
suitcase."
   "OK. Granddad!"
   Tad did that and then hugged his grandfather.
   "He will be OK, Tad."
   "Are you sure?"
   "His pulse is strong and regular."
   While  they waited, Tony said, "I suppose the two of  you  are
having sex and that is why your mother is mad."
   "Yes. I love Dad, though."
   "I know."
   "He told me that you and he used to-"
   "Yes, we did.
   "Martha,  if  you can hear me, we need your protection!"  Tony
said.
   "Is that Grandmother?" Tad asked.
   "Yes. Maybe she can hear and will watch over us."
   Tony  patted his lap and Tad climbed on it. He looked  at  his
grandfather.
   "You look so much like Daddy."
   "Is that good?"
   "It's very, very good."
   He  remembered  what  his dad said about kissing  him  on  the
mouth.  He  did  and Tony pushed his tongue into  his  grandson's
mouth. They kissed and Tony could feel it was calming Tad. It was
doing  the opposite to him, though. He was harder than he'd  been
in years.
   Tad  felt  his  grandfather's erection under him.  He  reached
under him and squeezed it with his hand. Tony gasped.
   "I'm glad you like me so much, Granddad."
   "I love you, and I'm glad you care about an old man like me."
   "What are we going to do? If I have sex with you, she may  try
to kill you, too."
   "Do you want to have sex with me?"
   Tad  nodded. "Yes. You are just as handsome as Dad, and I love
you. Dad said it was OK, if I loved you. I do."
   His   grandfather  kissed  him  again  as  Tad  squeezed   his
erection. They kissed until they heard pounding on the door.
   They went to the door and let three paramedics into the room.
   "He  hit his head and lost consciousness. I wasn't here. I got
here a minute or so after it happened. This is his son, Tad. I am
Frank's father."
    The paramedics were checking him when Frank groaned.
   "What-? What-happened?"
   "You hit your head, son."
   "Oh, Dad. Is Tad all right?"
   "Yes."
   Frank tried to get up.
   "You  had  a  minor head trauma. We need to take  you  to  the
hospital  for x-rays and observation," one of the men said.  They
put him on a stretcher.
   "No.  I  don't  want to go. I will see my own  doctor  for  x-
rays," Frank said.
   "It  could  be very serious, sir. You should not take  a  risk
like this."
   "Thank you, but I insist."
   They tried to convince him to go. Tad thought he should.
   "But Dad!"
   "Shush,"  his  grandfather told him. He whispered,  "We  can't
tell  them  how or why he was hurt. They will insist  on  knowing
before they treat him."
   Tad  stared  at  his grandfather. He nodded.  They  definitely
couldn't tell how or why!
   "I  will drive him to the doctor as soon as we call him," Tony
said.
   They  reluctantly left. Once they were gone, Tad ran  over  to
his father and hugged him.
   Frank sat on the bed and Tad sat next to him.
   "Dad,  I'm  afraid the attacks will continue until  she  kills
me," Frank said.
   Tad began crying and his father took him in his arms.
   "You  two  should come to my house. I believe your  mother  is
still  in the house. Sometimes I feel her presence very strongly.
She will protect you, Frank."
   "I  would  have laughed if you said that to me two days  ago,"
Frank said. "Now I hope you are right."
   Frank looked at his son and smiled.
   "It's a good thing we didn't unpack!" he said to his son.
   Tad laughed. "Can we still have our honeymoon?"
   Frank looked at his father who didn't understand.
   "Tad  wants to be my new wife. He will cook and take  care  of
the  house.  I  told  him  this was our honeymoon,  here  at  the
Hilton."
   Tony  stared  at  them. He thought Frank was so  conventional.
Obviously he wasn't, and Tony was pleased.
   "Well,  the  two of you can have your honeymoon at  my  house,
Tad. I will try to keep out of your way," Tony said.
   "No! Granddad. I want you there."
   "On your honeymoon?"
   "Yes."
   Tony grinned. His son didn't seem to mind.
   Tad wiggled his finger. His father bent over.
   "Does Granddad need a wife?" he whispered.
   "Yes," his father whispered back. "Do you want to volunteer?"
   "I  wouldn't mind. I can cook and clean for both of you.  What
do you think?"
   "We can try it and see if it works out. How about that?"
   Tad grinned and nodded.
   "Dad, Tad wants to try being your wife, too."
   "Do you, Tad, darling?" Tony asked him.
   "I do! Is the bed big enough?"
   Tony and Frank laughed.
   "It's a king size bed. We will all fit," Tony told him.
   "Can I sleep in the middle?"
   "We wouldn't have it any other way, precious. Would we, son?"
   "No, Dad. Tad should definitely be in the middle."
   "Let's get your stuff and go home," Tony said.
   Tony  groaned  as he watched his son and grandson  exchange  a
passionate kiss. He could feel his cock leaking. He couldn't wait
to  bury  it  inside  his cute grandson. No,  his  new  wife.  He
grinned.