Date: Wed, 29 Jul 2015 18:09:57 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: For Pete's Sake, Chapter 12

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CHAPTER TWELVE



	The next morning Tracy attacked his chores like there was a fire in
the house. By lunch time he had completed everything on his list.  He
picked up the telephone in the kitchen and made his call to Harland. When
the man was on the line, Tracy invited Harland over for supper that
evening.
	"Are you sure about this, Tracy?" the man asked. "Did you ask Pete
if it was alright for me to come over?"
	"He's fine with it, Harland. We talked it over last night. He told
me to pick a date and invite you."
	What Tracy was telling the man was the truth. He left one thing out
however. He failed to mention his dad's one condition. The one about the
sexual stuff. Tracy felt he would receive better response from Harland if
he left that part out of his invitation.
	Harland was still skeptical and said so. "I'm still not so sure
this is a good idea, Tracy."
	"Trust me, Harland. Dad is okay with you coming for supper this
evening."
	After a few more words of encouragement from Tracy, Harland Lewis
finally agreed to accept the boy's invitation.
	"Good. We'll expect you around six o'clock. See you then." Tracy
ended his call with the man and immediately punched in another telephone
number.
	"Hey, Dad, do you have a moment?"
	"Always," Pete assured his son.
	"I just wanted to let you know that I called and invited Harland
out for supper. He'll be here around six this evening."
	When he was greeted by a pause on his father's end, Tracy asked,
"You are okay with Harland coming out for supper, right?"
	A few more seconds passed before Pete answered his son. Then he
said, "Just remember what I said, Trace," Pete reminded.
	"You have nothing to fear," Tracy assured his dad. "Harland
realizes how you feel about things."
	"That's good. Thanks for calling, Trace. I'll see you around five."
Pete ended their conversation by cutting off the telephone connection.
	Tracy had settled on salad, steak and baked potato for his meal. He
hastily swallowed a sandwich and drove the Jeep into Makers. He picked up
the things he needed at the supermarket and drove back home.
	He put his steaks in the refrigerator and decided to take a
shower. Going into his room, Tracy stripped out of his clothes and headed
for the bathroom. Once he had the water temperature to his liking, Tracy
stepped under the hot spray. The needles attacked his body and forced his
muscles to relax. A sigh escaped through his lips. As the water began
making its way down his body, Tracy's morning disappeared from his mind
like it had never happened.
	He took a wash cloth and scrubbed first his face and then his
chest. His touch caused his skin to tingle. Next Tracy reached for the bar
of soap in the metal tray attached to the shower wall and began lathering
his body, creating a nice heavy suds on his skin.
	Tracy continued scrubbing as his hands made their way down his
stomach. By the time they reached his crotch, Tracy's cock was hard. He
wrapped his fingers around the hard shaft and gave it a couple of
strokes. His other hand went down and found his balls. He began fondling
himself, gently squeezing his heavy nuts. It only took a few moments for
Tracy to feel the beginnings of an orgasm. He let go of his dick and
watched as some of the soap suds made their way down the shower drain.
	Tracy stepped directly under the steamy spray so he could wash the
rest of the soap from his body. As his skin became clean, Tracy's fist
returned to his cock, and he started stroking again. His other hand pressed
into his wet pubes, enjoying the feel of the dripping curls against his
fingers.
	Tracy suddenly felt the rush of an orgasm coursing through his
body. "Oh, God!" he cried out.
	He jacked faster and watched his dick shoot out its thick
cream. The water from the shower caused it to quickly disappear from sight,
down the drain. When he had finished shooting, Tracy leaned weakly against
the shower wall.
	When he had regained his strength and made sure his body was clean,
Tracy turned the water off and pulled the towel from the rack on the wall
next to the shower curtain. He dried his body and hurried to his room to
dress.


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      Tracy was in the kitchen busily preparing his meal when his father
arrived home from work. He greeted the man with a smile and hurried across
the room to give Pete a kiss.
	"Hey, Dad," he said.
	"Is Harland coming?" Pete asked after he returned his son's kiss.
	"He'll be here at six," Tracy answered looking at the clock on the
kitchen wall.
	"I suppose that's good. Not to beat a dead horse to death, but you
did explain—"
	"He knows exactly what to expect," Tracy said interrupting his
father. "Why don't you change into something comfortable? I've got things
covered here."
	Pete disappeared down the hall, leaving Tracy to put the finishing
touches to his meal. A short time later, just as Tracy was about to put the
steaks on the grill next to the range top, there was a knock on the back
door.
	When Tracy opened the door, he discovered Harland Lewis standing on
the porch. He invited the man inside. Without giving any thought to his
action, Tracy gave the man a hug.
	"Welcome, Harland," he said stepping back.
	As Harland stepped inside the Adams' kitchen, he looked quickly
around the room, but didn't say anything.
	Tracy gave the man a pat on the shoulder. "It's okay,
Harland. Really," he added.
	Looking somewhat relieved, Harland smiled at Tracy. "Something
smells good," he said.
	"Have a seat," Tracy said pointing to one of the chairs around the
kitchen table. "Dad's getting comfortable. Would you care for a beer?"
	Without waiting for the man to answer, Tracy went to the frig and
pulled a bottle out. Harland still looked a bit uncomfortable, and Tracy
thought the beer might help him to relax.
	While Harland sat drinking his beer, Tracy put the steaks on to
cook. For a time, the two bounced conversation back and forth between them,
discussing things such as weather, high cost of food and fuel, and anything
else they could think to bring up.
	"Hello, Harland."
	Tracy and Harland discovered Pete standing in the kitchen doorway.
	Harland Lewis stood to his feet. "Pete." Saying nothing else, the
man extended a hand out for Pete to shake.
	"It's good to see you, Harland." Pete grasped his old friend's hand
and gave it a shake
	"It's been a long time, Pete." The words Harland spoke were soft,
hardly above a whisper.
	"It has been," Pete agreed. "I see Tracy offered you something to
drink. I believe I'll join you." Pete pulled a beer from the refrigerator
and returned to the table.
	"How've things been, Harland?" Pete asked as he pulled a chair out
from the table.
	"About the same, I suppose," Harland answered.
	"I know what you mean," Pete said taking a drink from the bottle he
was holding.
	"Let's eat," Tracy said taking the steaks from the grill.
	It seemed to Tracy that things were a bit stressful between his dad
and Harland as they ate their meal. It became evident that it was up to
Tracy to keep the conversation ball rolling. Every once in a while he would
have to give one and then the other a push to get things moving.
	Finally the food was gone, the meal over. Tracy stood to his feet
and gave them each a smile. "Why don't the two of you go outside and sit in
the swing? I'll clean up here and join you when I'm finished."
	"I don't want to leave you with all the cleanup," Pete protested.
	"Don't worry about it. I have everything covered. Just go on
outside. It's been such a long time that I'm sure you have plenty of things
to discuss." Tracy did everything but push the two men out the door.
	Even though Tracy went about cleaning the kitchen up slowly, he
found that he was soon finished, with no excuse to leave Harland and his
dad alone any longer. He made himself wait another ten minutes before he
opened the door and joined them on the porch.
	"All finished?" Pete greeted his son.
	"I am. How about the two of you? Are you having a good visit?"
Tracy eyed the porch swing, trying to decide if he should make his father
slide to the middle of the swing, or if he should sit between the two.
	It was Harland who decided the matter. "Have a seat, Tracy," the
man said giving the space between him and Pete a pat with his hand.
	Tracy took a seat and gave them each a grin. "So, how goes it?" he
asked giving each of them a pat on the leg.
	"We've been covering a lot of time and history," Harland answered.
	"Which is good...I hope?" Tracy gave both men a close look.
	"I think it's good," Pete finally answered. "At least I think it
is."
	"Your dad's right," Harland said. "We both think a lot has happened
over the last twenty-five years."
	"And it's going to take some time," Pete added.
	Tracy gave his dad a tender look. "Thank you. For giving it a
try. It means a lot to me."
	Tracy kissed Pete on the mouth. Then he turned to the other man
beside him. He gave Harland the same tender smile and followed it with a
kiss as well. Then he stood to his feet.
	"I'm so glad the two of you are willing to talk things over. I'm
going inside now and give you time to be alone. Just promise me that you
both will think about all of the time that has been wasted here."
	Tracy gave them another smile and went inside the house, giving the
two men the privacy they needed to work their way through a barrier that
had erected itself over the years.