Date: Wed, 12 Aug 2015 23:51:25 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: For Pete's Sake, Chapter 13

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN


	Tracy was in the living room trying to concentrate on a TV program
when Harland and his dad walked into the room. Looking at the two men, he
remained silent. Common sense told Tracy to not ask any questions, that he
should wait for one of them to speak.
	Harland gave the boy a smile. "Tracy, I wanted to let you know how
much I enjoyed supper tonight. You are quite the cook."
	Pete stood next to the older man and remained quiet.
	Taking the hint that no explanation was to be given, Tracy stood to
his feet. He walked over to Harland and kissed the man on the mouth. Then
giving Harland a hug, Tracy stepped back.
	"I'm glad you could come, Harland." Looking into the man's eyes, he
added, "The pleasure was all mine. And Dad's," he added giving Pete a look.
	"It was nice," Pete admitted.
	Harland turned and faced Pete. He reached out and grasped the man's
hand. "I really appreciate the invite, Pete." He gave his old friend a
smile and said, "I'll repay the gesture real soon."
	Tracy and his dad walked with Harland out to the porch. They both
watched as the man headed for his truck.
	"Until next time," Harland said with a wave. He climbed into the
cab and started the truck's engine.
	Tracy and Pete both waved as the truck backed up and soon
disappeared out of sight. Tracy followed his dad back inside the house.
	"You ready for bed, Trace?" Pete asked.
	"I guess." Tracy tried to give his dad a smile.
	"Tracy, wait."
	Pete's words caused his son to pause, to look him in the
face. Tracy waited for his dad to speak.
	"What's bothering you, Son?"
	"Suppose you tell me, Dad."
	"There's nothing to tell," Pete replied. "Nothing much happened. No
plans were made."
	"I see." Tracy spoke the words quietly.
	"Relax, Tracy. I'm not saying Harland and I can't be
friends. Friendship wasn't even brought up tonight. A lot of years have
passed. We've both changed. Son, Harland and me, we're not the same men we
were twenty-five years ago."
	Pete gave his son a hug. "All is not lost, Trace. Who knows what
the future holds for any of us?"
	"You're right, Dad," Tracy agreed. Giving Pete a smile, he said,
"Let's go to bed. I really need some time with you."
	Tracy walked into his dad's bedroom a short time later and
discovered the man already in bed. He smiled at Pete and crawled naked
between the sheets. His dad's naked flesh touched his son's bare
skin. Tracy lay with his back next to the man.
	"I love you, Dad," Tracy whispered. He rubbed against Pete's body.
	"I love you, too, Son." Pete wrapped his arms around the boy.
	For a few moments they remained in the same position. Neither of
them spoke. It was Pete who finally broke the silence.
	"Are we okay, Trace?"
	Tracy turned over and faced the man. "I'm good. How about you?"
	Pete kissed his son. "I'm good," he echoed.
	"Are you happy, Dad? I mean really happy?"
	Pete grinned. "Feel that thing between us? Doesn't that tell you
how happy I am?"
	Tracy's hand went down and found the object his dad was referring
to. Pete's cock. He wrapped his fingers around the hard shaft.
	"He does seem happy, doesn't he?" Tracy returned his dad's grin.
	Pete hugged his son to him. "He's always happy to be next to you,
Trace."
	Tracy pulled away from his dad and made his way down to the man's
dick. When his face was even with Pete's crotch, Tracy began teasing his
father's cock, licking around the head with his tongue. He created a wet
trail as he traveled around the thick mushroom head.
	Pete moaned. "God, when you do that, Trace, you drive me out of my
mind."
	"As is my intention," Tracy answered and continued licking the man.
	Tracy soon moved on, working his way down to the man's hairy nut
sac. By the time he moved away from Pete's balls, the hair that covered
them was saturated and stuck to the man's sac.
	Tracy returned to his dad's dick.  He teased it a little more with
his tongue before swallowing the entire thing with one gulp.
	"Oh, shit," Pete moaned.
	Taking all of Pete inside his mouth left Tracy's nose in the middle
of the man's thick hairy crotch. Tracy breathed deeply, taking in the sweet
aroma that drifted from Pete's pubes. God, he loved that smell.
	Pete lay on his back and enjoyed his son's touch, the erotic
sensation that Tracy was sending all over his body. Suddenly he pushed
Tracy off his dick.
	"My turn," he said. "I want your dick, Trace."
	Tracy fell on his back and spread his legs apart. He watched as his
dad crawled naked between his legs and took hold of his cock. When Pete
started stroking him, Tracy felt a shudder travel through his body.
	Pete saw it as well. "You okay, Trace?"
	"Hell, yeah, I'm okay," Tracy groaned. "You keep doing what you're
doing, I'm going to blast a load all over the place."
	"That's my intention," Pete grinned.
	"Fuck," Tracy uttered when his dad swallowed his cock.
	When Tracy heard his dad take a deep breath, he said, "You like
breathing my crotch hair, too, don't you?"
	"You have a hot smell down there," Pete said rising up for a
second. He went back down again.
	"I love your smell, too. I must have inherited it from you."
	Tracy was about to cum. He began fucking his dad's mouth hard. He
was about to shoot a huge load down Pete's throat. He slammed his crotch
into the man's chin.
	Pete suddenly pulled off. "No you don't," he grinned.
	Tracy had been on the upside of fucking his dad's mouth. When Pete
pulled off, it left Tracy up in the air.
	"What are you doing to me, Dad?" Tracy asked.
	"I'm not ready for you to cum yet," Pete told him.
	"You're making me crazy," Tracy told his dad.
	"As you told me earlier, `that's my intention'." Pete began
stroking his son's dick.
	"Oh, Dad, make me cum," Tracy begged.
	Pete continued to stroke his son with a slow, drawn out motion. It
wasn't long before he had Tracy pleading with him to finish the job.
	"Not yet," Pete answered giving his head another shake.
	Tracy just knew he was going to cross over into another world,
thanks to his dad. Pete spent a good ten minutes bringing his son to the
brink of orgasm.  He seemed to know exactly when Tracy was ready to cum. He
would bring the boy to the edge and then push him away.
	"Please, Dad," Tracy begged over and over. "I am so ready to shoot
my load. Please," he ended with a whisper.
	Pete teased his son for a few moments longer. Then giving him a big
grin, he swallowed Tracy.
	Tracy placed his hands on the back of Pete's head and began
attacking his mouth, fucking the man's face hard. It took him three good
thrusts before his cock was erupting a thick load of hot cream inside his
dad's mouth.
	Pete sucked his son's spunk greedily down his throat, losing none
of the sweet nectar. When Tracy had finished shooting, Pete pulled off his
son's cock and gave him a wicked grin.
	"You have the sweetest cum I have ever tasted, Trace."
	"Oh, and how many other men have fed you their cum?"
	"Actually, only one," Pete answered.
	As Pete lay on his back next to his son, Tracy sat up. "I think I
need to take care of that," he said looking down at his dad's dick. A thick
strand of pre cum had leaked from the man's dick and attached to some of
Pete's pubes.
	Tracy began jacking his dad, enjoying the feel of the man's hard
shaft, as well as the sticky hair that grew around it. His touch soon had
Pete moaning.
	"Yeah, I'm going to milk your dick, Dad," Tracy groaned. "I'm going
to jack you until there's nothing left in your balls to shoot."
	"Fuck, Trace," Pete said. "I'm about there, Son."
	"Shoot it, Dad," Tracy begged. "I'm going to make you cum and then
lick it from your body."
	Tracy's words took Pete over the edge. His cock shuddered in his
son's hand and the first rope of white cum flew out of the man's dick and
landed on his lower stomach.  More followed, and by the time Pete had
stopped shooting, there was a nice thick glob of cum attached to his lower
chest hair.
	Tracy pulled away from his dad and leaned over his body. He stuck
his tongue out and made a wet trail up to the pile of cum. When he reached
it, Tracy began sucking spunk inside his mouth. When there was nothing left
on Pete's skin, his son scooted up and kissed the man on the mouth. He fed
some of Pete's load back to him.
	"I love feeding your cum to you," Tracy told his dad later.
	"I love taking it from you," Pete assured him.
	They lay there for a time enjoying the feeling of post orgasm. It
was Tracy who broke the silence this time.
	"Dad, can I ask you a question?"
	"Anything," Pete answered.
	"You ever think about fucking me?"
	Pete remained quiet.
	"Well, have you, Dad?"
	"Have I thought about it?" Pete studied his son's face closely. "Of
course I have. Could I do it? I'm not sure."
	"Why not, Dad?"
	"I really don't know," Pete said. He smiled at his son. "Do you
need an answer right now?"
	Tracy cuddled close to his father. "At the moment, I am content
with everything I have."
	"That makes two of us, Trace." Pete reached to the bedside table
and turned off the lamp.
	"Good night, Dad," Tracy whispered.
	"Night, Son."