Date: Mon, 20 Jul 2015 20:41:43 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: For Pete's Sake, Chapter 10

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CHAPTER TEN


	Tracy crawled between his dad's legs and grasped ahold of the man's
cock. He still had a difficult time believing he was not only seeing the
object of his many dreams, but he was holding it in his fist as well. He
loved the thick tangles that grew around his dad's dick. His dad's hair
displayed a perfect pattern as it grew and formed into Pete's treasure
trail.
	"You might take a picture," Pete said giving his son a grin. "It
might last longer."
	"You know, a picture might not be such a bad idea," Tracy
decided. He leaned closer to his dad's body. "That might be for another
time," he said. "At the moment, I have a big job to take care."
	Tracy ran his tongue down the man's shaft. When Pete's pubes rested
against his chin, Tracy licked all through the hair. The wet curls
glistened in the lighted room. Tracy continued wetting the hair down with
his tongue until he reached the man's hairy balls. Using his mouth, Tracy
nibbled his dad's nut sac, enjoying the clean smell of soap that came from
his shower.
	Pete groaned. "God, you're doing a damned good job, Trace," he
whispered. "You act like you've been doing this all of your life."
	Tracy spent a little longer teasing his dad's nuts with his mouth
and tongue. Then he began making his way slowly back to Pete's cock. When
he reached his dad's hairy root, Tracy began working his way to the
head. Once there, he sucked it gently inside his mouth.
	"Fuck," Pete groaned.
	Once the head was inside, Tracy slid down his dad's dick. He loved
having his nose buried in Pete's bush. He took a deep breath and then began
working on the man's cock.  While it was a good seven inches, or so Tracy
guessed, and about as thick around, the son had no problem taking all of it
inside his mouth.
	"Oh, yeah," Pete moaned for still another time. "Damn, Trace."
	Tracy began pumping the man's dick faster, using his mouth like it
was a fist. The faster he worked, the louder Pete groaned.
	"I'm about there," Pete warned.
	Pete began fucking his son's mouth with everything he had in
him. At the same time, Tracy tugged on his dad's bush with one of his
hands. The touch was gentle, yet firm. It sent Pete Adams over the edge.
	"Fuck!" Pete screamed the word and filled his son's mouth with his
cream.
	Tracy sucked the man dry, not letting any of his spunk get away
from him. When his dad had finished shooting, Tracy slowly crawled up his
dad's body. Pete's dick was still hard, and his son loved feeling it
between them. When Tracy's face was in line with his dad's, he leaned down
and gave the man a kiss on the mouth. He had a surprise for Pete. Along
with his kiss, Tracy gave his dad back some of his cum.
	Pete took it hungrily from his son. He broke their kiss and said,
"Thanks, Trace."
	Tracy smiled at his father. "Thanks for the blow job? Or thanks for
giving some of your cum back?"
	Pete returned the smile and said, "Both."
	A short time later, dad and son lay next to each other. Neither was
talking; both were content to be where they were. There wasn't any need for
conversation.
	When Pete spoke a few moments later, it startled his son. He asked
Tracy if Harland had tried anything with him.
	"No fair, Dad. You wouldn't answer my questions about you two," he
reminded.
	"Fair enough," Pete agreed.
	Once again the room was filled with a comfortable silence. It gave
Tracy time to think about some things.  The memory of both times he was
inside Harland's house came to the front of his mind. Very pleasant
memories they were at that.
	Tracy sat up in bed, his back supported by the headboard against
the wall. "I've seen Harland jack off," he told his dad.
	Pete sat up beside his son. "Did he try something with you, Trace?"
	Tracy saw anger in his dad's eyes. "He was very much a gentleman,
Dad," he hastened to assure Pete. "He didn't take advantage of me, I can
assure you of that."
	When Pete still appeared to be upset about the time his son had
spent with the older man, Tracy said, "I guess you don't want to hear about
my second visit with Harland. The very next day," he added.
	"What the fuck is Harland Lewis trying to do here?" Pete's words
came out angrily.
	"Relax, Dad. Harland isn't trying to do anything. Besides, nothing
happened that I didn't want to happen." His mouth formed a grin, and he
asked, "Didn't you tell me that I gave you an awesome blow job just now?
Well, you have Harland to thank for that. He showed me how you used to like
him to blow you." Tracy placed a hand on one of his dad's legs. "Please
don't be angry with Harland."
	Another round of silence settled in the room. A good five minutes
went by. Finally Tracy said, "Okay, I've filled you in on both my visits
with the man. You know everything that the two of us did. Isn't there at
least one thing you'd be willing to share with me?"
	Pete looked down at his feet. "It's not easy talking about these
things. I've tried to put them out of my mind for years now."
	"Dad, look at me. Please."
	Pete looked his son directly in the eye.
	"Dad, you've done nothing to be ashamed of. I've already told you
what my thoughts were on the matter."
	"I know." Pete smiled at his son. "Harland was a good friend," he
admitted. "I'm not just taking about the sex part, either. He was a good
friend period. We were pretty damn close for years."
	"I'm just sorry you felt you had to give your friendship up when
you married Mom," Tracy remarked.
	"I felt I owed it to your mother, Trace."
	When Pete seemed hesitant to continue his story, Tracy said, "Dad,
can I ask you something?"
	At his dad's nod, Tracy asked, "How did the two of you meet?"
	"The summer I turned fourteen my dad hired Harland to help him with
the wheat harvest. Harland had just graduated from high school and couldn't
find a job. His dad and your grandpa were friends. Your Grandpa Adams told
Harland's dad that he could use a good strong person like Harland to help
him out through harvest time.
	"I wasn't able to do much, but I did help some that summer
myself. Harland didn't have a car at the time, so my dad told him he could
pitch a tent at the back of the house and sleep there. That way he could be
here to begin working early each morning.
	"Even though there was a bit of difference in our age, the two of
us became friends almost at once. Grandpa would let me drive his old farm
truck out to the field where they were working. I'd bring food and water to
them all through the day.
	"After the first couple of nights, Harland asked if I'd like to
sleep in the tent with him. He said it was too quiet out there by
himself. Of course your grandparents had no objection to me sleeping
outside. My stay in that tent during harvest time set the wheels in
motion. A friendship came about; one that lasted for over eleven years."
Pete ended.
	"Okay, I've got to ask now. How did the other stuff come about?"
	"You're determined to find out everything, aren't you?"
	"If I'm honest, then, yeah, probably so," Tracy admitted.
	"Oh, I suppose it started out with us just being boys. Harland was
the oldest, so naturally he knew more about certain things than I did. The
second night we spent together in the tent, Harland asked me if I ever
jacked off. His question embarrassed me, so I lied. I told him I had tried
it a couple of times, but that I hadn't got much pleasure from it."
	"You actually thought he would believe that a fourteen- year- old
didn't enjoy jerking his cock?" Tracy gave his dad a silly grin.
	"I guess I wasn't too bright," Pete replied. "Especially after
Harland assured me that he had heard me jacking off the night before. The
tent was dark, and I thought I had heard Harland making sounds like he was
sleeping. I lay there listening, but he didn't make a move. When I couldn't
put it off any longer, I pushed my shorts down and started stroking. I
thought I was being quiet. I had a handkerchief with me, and I used it to
catch my load. I even made sure I didn't make any noise when it happened.
	"Harland laughed at my lie and told me I had nothing to be ashamed
for. He told me he had heard me the night before. Then he went on to tell
me that he jacked off every day. Well, he kept on talking, telling me how
much he enjoyed playing with himself.
	"Then out of nowhere, he asked me if I was hard. Of course I was,
and I admitted it. He told me he was going to play with his cock and asked
if I wanted to play with mine, too. Well, long story short, the two of us
jacked off that night."
	"I think to have a friend like that, well, I can't even imagine
it," Tracy said when it appeared his dad was finished with his story.
	"You're telling me that I'm the first one you've done anything like
this with? No buddy in school?"
	"There was no one," Tracy told his dad. "I have to admit, my
experience with Harland the day the Jeep died was the first time I ever saw
anyone besides me jack off."
	"Well, after that night in the tent, Harland and I spent a lot of
time together. Harland was easy to be around. He was always nice to me. It
didn't take long for us to develop a very special friendship." As Pete
spoke the words, a tender look appeared on his face.
	"So tell me, Dad, you guys ever do anything besides jack?"
	"I suppose you won't be satisfied until I tell you everything."
	Tracy leaned over and kissed his dad. "Dad, I'm not trying to pry
into your past. I'm really not," he added. "I just think it would be
awesome to have such a good friend as the two of you evidently were to each
other."
	"To be honest, I've missed Harland over the years," Pete
acknowledged.
	"Then why don't you do something about it? Dad, you were the one to
break it off. There's no way in hell that the man's going to approach you."
	Pete looked surprised. "Are you serious, Trace?"
	Tracy assured him he was dead serious.
	"I thought...correct me if I'm wrong...I thought you wanted...well,
something for you and me to share."
	"Oh, I do, Dad." Tracy was quick to answer.
	"Then... then why are you wanting something to happen between
Harland and me?"
	Tracy grinned at his dad. "Maybe I'd like sharing myself with both
you hot guys."
	"You would want that to happen?"
	"Of course. Actually there's a couple reasons for that. The first
and most important one is that I would like to see you and Harland rekindle
your friendship. I think you both have wasted a lot of years. The second
reason is a simple one.  I don't want you to be lonesome when I have to
return to school this fall."
	Pete smiled at his son. "You're something else, Trace. But then, I
guess you know that, don't you?"
	"Okay, Dad, I have to know: The two of you ever do more than jack
off together?"
	"Well, obviously we sucked each other. Harland has already told you
that," Pete reminded his son.
	"True," Tracy said with a nod. "So, what else took place between
the two of you?"
	"Well, like I said, Harland and I spent most of the summer
together. When the harvest was over, my dad kept Harland working. When all
the wheat was in, Harland plowed the fields to make ready for the winter
crops.
	"When the plowing was finished, Dad asked Harland if he could stay
around a bit longer and help mend fence. Of course, by that time, Harland
and I were enjoying spending time together. I asked Dad if I could help
Harland. Dad actually turned the entire project over to us. It was the best
time I ever had working outside."
	"I can only imagine," Tracy said. "Something tells me that a lot of
stuff happened in the woods. Care to talk about it?"
	Pete looked thoughtfully at his son. "I'm not so sure that would be
fair to Harland. After all, what took place between the two of us was
private."
	"Dad, do you really think Harland gives a shit what you tell me?
Hell, the man approached me. He told me with his own mouth how much he had
enjoyed the time you two spent together. He was the one who told me how
much he enjoyed doing things with you."
	"One thing for certain, it wasn't long before we progressed past
jacking off," Pete finally admitted.
	"I'm listening," Tracy said when his dad didn't' continue.
	"As you told me earlier, it was Harland who showed me how to give a
good blowjob.  After the first couple nights of jacking together, Harland
asked if he could make me cum. I can still remember how good it felt when
he wrapped his fingers around my dick. It was the sweetest sensation I had
ever experienced. I think a few strokes later he had me shooting off."
	"He gave me the same experience," Tracy told his dad. "When he
jacked me, I was ready to shoot almost immediately."
	"Damn, I'd like to have been there to watch," Pete said.
	"I can tell," Tracy said. He took hold of his dad's dick. Talking
about the past had made Pete hard.
	"I'm not the only one enjoying the past," Pete pointed out.
	"Yeah, I'll admit, thinking about the two of you being together has
made me hard. So Dad. Let's cut to the chase. The two of you fuck?"
	"What do you think? Could two young boys spend the summer together
the way Harland and I did and not fuck?"
	"Oh, God." Tracy took hold of his cock. "Keep talking, and I'm
going to shoot another load."
	"Okay, I'll talk and you stroke," Pete laughed.
	Tracy played with his cock and balls as he listened to his dad's
voice.
	"For the first couple of weeks the only thing we did was jack off
and suck each other. To a young unexperienced fourteen- year- old, that was
all the satisfaction I needed. Then one night Harland asked if I was
interested in trying something new. I told him I was. However, when he told
me what the `new experience' was, I didn't think it would be for me. I told
Harland he was out of his fucking mind. He grinned and assured me that's
what he wanted to do. He wanted to fuck me. He told me it would be a little
uncomfortable at first, but that I would soon beg him to fuck me.
	"I remember telling him that if it was that good, I'd fuck him. He
surprised me by saying he had no problem changing back and forth."
	"Fuck!" Tracy suddenly pulled away from his dick.
	Pete gave his son a grin and asked, "What's wrong, Trace?"
	"The thought of you two fucking each other is hot. Hearing you talk
about it was almost too much."
	"Can you guess what Harland actually did that first time?"
	"Probably could. However, give me a break. Just tell me." Tracy was
back to stroking his dick.
	A gentle smile appeared on Pete's face. "What he did was offer to
let me fuck him first. All I can tell you, Trace, is that when I slipped
inside Harland's ass that night, I couldn't believe the feeling of
tenderness that went through my body. I think I fell in love with the man
with that first plunge."
	"Oh. My. God." Hearing about his dad's past with Harland Lewis had
sent Tracy over the edge. He shot a thick load of white cum out onto his
lower stomach. It lay in a puddle on his skin.
	Pete reached across and ran a finger through his son's cum. It
attached to his skin, and he brought his finger to his lips. He removed his
son's spunk by sucking it inside his mouth.
	"Good cum," he moaned.
	As Tracy watched his dad eat his cum, he said, "So, Dad, would you
be willing to fuck me?"
	Pete swallowed the spunk in his mouth and silently eyed his son for
a full moment. He didn't give his son an answer.
	"So, what's your thought on the matter?" Tracy asked.
	"I can't say at the moment," his dad answered. "It's one thing to
jack off together; to suck cock. Fucking? Well, that's a different matter
completely."
	"Would you promise me something? Please Dad?"
	"It would depend on what you wanted me to promise," Pete said.
	"Would you at least think about fucking me?"
	"I'll definitely give it some thought," Pete assured him. "Whether
it will ever happen or not, that remains to be seen."
	"Fair enough," Tracy said looking at his dad's dick. It was hard,
begging for attention. "You think about it while I take care of this."
	Tracy slid down into the bed and turned on his side. Leaving no
space between him and his dad, Tracy took hold of Pete's cock. He began to
slowly stroke it. Once he had a nice rhythm going, Tracy took his other
hand and started playing with his dad's balls. He loved feeling the little
hairs around them tickle his skin.
	"Yeah, Dad, while I'm jacking you, I want you to think about how
tight my ass would be to fuck."
	Pete moaned.
	"That's right, picture it. Think about sliding all the way inside
until you're buried balls deep, your bush pressed tightly against my ass
cheeks."
	Pete moaned louder this time.
	"Oh, yeah, my ass is going to be so fucking tight it's going to be
hard for you not to cum right away."
	Tracy dropped his hand from his dad's ball sac and moved lower. He
reached Pete's asshole and began playing in the man's ass hair.
	"Remember you told me earlier that I was starting to grow hair
around my hole? Just think about pushing your cock through my ass hair and
going deep inside me. Hell, you might hit my hot spot right off. Could be a
chance we'd both shoot at the same time."
	"You keep talking like this, and I'm going to split your ass wide
open," Pete warned his son.
	"You'd like that, wouldn't you, Dad? You would love to feel the
walls of my hot ass sucking your dick inside me."
	"You fucking did it, Trace! Shit!"
	Tracy felt his dad's cock swell up and kept on jacking. He watched
as Pete shot out a load of cum and continued stroking him. His fist finally
stopped moving when the last of the dad-cum had stopped oozing across his
fingers.
	When Pete could speak, he said, "Damn, for someone who is new at
these things, you seem to know exactly what you're doing."
	"I've had a good teacher," Tracy reminded him.
	Tracy watched his dad sit up on the side of the bed.
	"Where are you going?" he asked.
	His dad stood to his feet and said, "I think we need another
shower."
	"Hell, sounds like a good idea to me." Tracy left the bed and
followed Pete down the hall.
	"This time it's shower only," Pete told him. "I don't know if you
saw the clock or not. It's four a.m."
	"Okay, but no promises. Hell, your hot body gets me every time."