Date: Mon, 21 Sep 2015 00:40:36 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: For Pete's Sake, Chapter 15

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CHAPTER FIFTEEN



	Tracy cooked burgers outside on the grill Friday evening. By the
time Pete arrived home from the bank, his son's meal was ready to
enjoy. Pete quickly changed his clothes and returned to the table wearing
shorts and a tank top.
	Tracy set a bottle of beer before each plate and told his dad to
have a seat. "It's going to be hard for me to eat seeing you dressed the
way you are," Tracy said having a seat across the table from Pete.
	"How was your day, Trace?" Pete asked joining his son.
	"The same," Tracy answered with a shrug.
	Pete shared some of his day with the boy as they enjoyed their
meal. Tracy tried to focus on his dad's words, but his mind kept jumping to
the following evening. Harland had called earlier in the week with an
invitation to dinner and a movie. With a bit of reluctance in his voice,
Pete had finally agreed to go.
	"I'm sure you'll have a good time," Tracy had assured his father.
	Tracy was excited now, thinking about the next day's plans. He
hadn't seen Harland since the day he had gone with Pete to lunch. Their
talk that evening had gone well. However, Tracy was afraid he might push
too hard for his Dad and the man to rekindle their friendship from years
past. He had decided to let a few days pass before he contacted the man
again.
	"You seem awfully quite, Trace," Pete remarked.
	"Am I? Sorry, I didn't mean to be. I just enjoy hearing about your
day."
	"Yeah, it's so damned exciting, isn't it?" Pete gave his son a
grin.
	They finished their meal, and Pete assisted his son with the
cleanup detail. When the kitchen was put back to order, Tracy asked his dad
if he'd like to take a beer and sit in the porch swing.
	"You do realize you're still too young to drink the stuff?"
	"I know. Dad, I really am responsible," Tracy reminded.
	"I would have to agree," Pete said.
	Tracy pulled a couple bottles out of the refrigerator and followed
his dad out to the porch. The sun was slowly going down in the west, making
for a pleasant evening. They sat in the swing, and Tracy handed his dad a
beer.
	"Thanks, Son," Pete said taking the bottle.
	Tracy enjoyed both his dad's company, as well as the cold beer he
was holding. Words had been running in his head for a time, and Tracy was
trying to decide if he should speak them out loud. Tracy drained his bottle
and stood to his feet.
	"Dad, I have something I want to say, but first, I need another
beer. Would you like one?"
	Tracy could tell by the look Pete gave him that his dad wondered if
he should say something about his drinking. He decided to try and put his
mind at ease.
	"Dad, there's no need to worry. About my beer drinking, I mean. I
give you my word. I know how to behave and take care of myself."
	"All right, Trace. I trust you, Son."
	"Thanks, Dad."
	Tracy hurried inside the house and soon returned with two more
beers. He handed one to Pete.
	"What's on your mind?" Pete asked taking the bottle from his son.
	Tracy snapped the lid from his bottle and took a swig. Wiping his
lips, he looked at his father.
	"Dad, there's something I want to tell you. I don't want you to
think that I'm trying to push you into something you don't want. I'm
talking about you and Harland. While I will admit that I think the two of
you have wasted a lot of years, it's never been my intention to try and
force you to begin a relationship. While it's true that I would love to see
that happen, please, you have to know that what I really want is for you to
be happy."
	Pete reached over and gave his son a kiss on the mouth. "I
appreciate that, Trace." Pete gave a shrug. "Who the hell knows, it might
just happen. Then again, it might not." Pete gave another shrug.
	"After all, if it never happens, just think of all the time the two
of us will have together," Tracy said. "Does that make me look selfish?"
	Pete smiled tenderly at the boy. "Trace, you don't have a selfish
bone in your body."
	Tracy's face broke out into a grin. "Then again, maybe I want it to
happen for a selfish reason. After all, what guy wouldn't want two hot men
in his life at the same time?"
	Pete's face suddenly turned serious. "Tell me, Trace, do you really
enjoy the sex you have with Harland?"
	Tracy was surprised when he felt his face become flushed. "Well, I
guess it depends on what you call sex," he answered.
	"Come now, Trace. Either you have sex, or you don't have it."
	"I would say the closest thing to real sex I've had with the man
would be him rubbing my crack with his dick. That, and him sucking and
jacking me," he added with an honest look showing in his eyes.
	"Did he want to fuck you, Trace?"
	"Of course he did," Tracy answered. "However, he didn't. He
wouldn't even when I told him it was okay."
	"You wanted him to fuck you?"
	Tracy hesitated, the words slow to form. Then he said, "In the heat
of the moment, I told him to fuck me. However, he told me he thought you
should be the first to do that."
	Even though Pete did his best to hide it, Tracy could tell his dad
was happy the older man hadn't fucked his son. He smiled at his father.
	"However, I'm not sure that will ever happen. You fucking me,"
Tracy added.
	"You really want to be fucked, Trace?"
	Tracy gave a nod. "I do," he answered.
	Pete studied his son closely before he spoke. Then, "How about you?
Would you like to fuck me?"
	It was Tracy's face that showed surprise this time. "Are you trying
to say you would rather be fucked than to fuck, Dad?"
	"Not necessarily," Pete answered. "I've experienced both and
enjoyed it all."
	Tracy's cock was suddenly hard behind his cutoff shorts. He felt a
drip of pre cum leave the head.
	"I think you like that idea," Pete said. He reached over and gave
his son's dick a squeeze.
	"I definitely do." Tracy stood to his feet. "Shall we?"
	"I'm ready." Pete rose to his feet and followed his son inside the
house.
	Once they were inside, Pete suggested a shower. "I think some guys
love a dirty, grimy body, but I much prefer squeaky clean," Pete said. He
grinned at his son.
	The two walked down the hall to the bathroom. It didn't take long
for them to strip off naked and step into the shower.
	"Let me scrub you, Dad." Tracy reached for the soap.
	Pete groaned as his son's fingers began rubbing up and down his
back. He leaned closer to Tracy, causing his son to rub him harder.
	"You have a good touch, Trace," Pete praised.
	"I'm glad I can make you happy, Dad," Tracy said.
	"Oh, you make me very happy, Son."
	Tracy worked his way downward with the soap until he had reached
Pete's ass. He scrubbed the area diligently and slowly worked his soapy
fingers inside the man's hairy crack. The wet hair attached to his fingers
as he cleaned the area. Tracy teased around his dad's hole for a long
time. He could tell that Pete was enjoying his son's touch very much.
	Without any warning, Tracy slipped a finger up his dad.
	Pete moaned. "God, what are you doing to me, Trace?"
	With his finger buried in his dad's soapy asshole, Tracy leaned
forward. "Checking things out, Dad," he whispered.
	Pete leaned back against his son's body. "I think you've found what
you were looking for."
	Tracy worked a second digit up his dad. "I think you're right."
	Tracy teased his dad a few moments longer and then pulled
out. "Turn around, Dad," he said.
	Pete did as his son asked. He turned around and faced his son. His
hairy chest pressed against his son's mostly smooth chest. Their hard cocks
found each other at once.
	Pete reached for Tracy's dick. Wrapping his fingers around the
thick shaft, he said, "It appears that our friend here is excited at the
thought of pushing inside my ass. I don't believe I've seen him this hard
before."
	"Oh, he's very excited," Tracy assured the man.
	Tracy found his dad's cock. "I think you're harder than usual
yourself. Is it because I might fuck you? Perhaps the thought of fucking me
has made him so hard."
	"Both," Pete admitted.
	"Then let's finish and get into bed."
	The two scrubbed each other at the same time. Tracy washed his
dad's front the same time Pete worked on his son's body. By the time their
bodies were clean, the soap washed down the drain, both Pete and Tracy were
leaking pre cum heavily.
	"Kind of hard to clean up when you're leaking the way you are,"
Pete pointed out.
	"You don't have any room to talk." Tracy placed a finger under his
dad's cock and brought a thick strand of pre cum to his lips. He sucked it
from his finger.
	They dried each other off and hurried down the hall to Pete's
bedroom. Once inside the room, they fell onto the bed. Pete pulled his son
to him, and Tracy went willingly into the man's arms.
	As Pete began smothering him with kisses, Tracy felt his body
beginning to respond. He was filled with so much desire he could hardly
breathe. He returned Pete's kisses just as passionately.
	"God, how I love you, Trace," Pete groaned.
	"I love you, Dad. So fucking much."
	Pete continued kissing his son's body, working his way down the
boy's chest. When he came to Tracy's crotch, he ran his tongue through the
boy's thick blond bush. The wet trail he made traveled through Tracy's
pubes, leaving a wet path behind.
	Pete licked the base of his son's cock and slowly ran his tongue up
Tracy's shaft. When he came to the thick mushroom head, Pete took the
entire thing inside his mouth.
	Tracy shivered. "Fuck," he groaned.
	"That's exactly what I'm getting your cock ready for," Pete
grinned.
	A short time later, Tracy watched as his dad leaned over the side
of the bed. Pete pulled a drawer out from the bedside table and brought a
bottle with him back to the bed. He handed it to Tracy.
	"Take this," he told his son. "I want you to work a big glob of
this up my ass."
	Tracy took the bottle from his dad. Pete got on his hands and
knees. His ass cheeks aimed themselves in Tracy's direction.
	Tracy squeezed a thick glob of the gel from the bottle into the
palm of his hand. Next he began playing with his dad's ass, slowly working
a small amount of lube inside the man. He continued adding gel until Pete
finally assured him that enough was there.
	"Coat your dick up and slide in," Pete directed his son.
	Tracy followed his dad's directions. When his cock was coated
heavily, he tossed the bottle aside and got on his knees behind his dad. He
leaned close enough to let his cock head feel Pete's hairy entrance. When
he felt his skin touch his dad's, Tracy stopped. His dad's touch filled him
with more desire, and he wanted to enjoy the feeling.
	A moment passed without anything happening.
	"Are you having second thoughts, Trace?" Pete asked his son.
	"Absolutely not," Tracy said. "I'm just enjoying the feel of your
body next to mine."
	Pete allowed his son another moment or so of touching. Then he
pushed into his son's body. He could feel Tracy's dick pressed against him.
	"Slide inside, Trace," Pete moaned. "I can't wait to feel you
inside me."
	Tracy took hold of his dick and aimed for his father's slick
hole. When he was aligned with the target, Tracy pushed forward. He felt
the head crawl inside and come to a stop.
	"Fuck!" Pete cried out.
	"Are you okay, Dad?" Tracy remained still, not moving.
	"Hell, yeah, I'm okay," Pete assured his son. "It's just been a
long time since anything has been up there."
	When Pete didn't feel his son move, he said, "The idea is to move
your cock back and forth," he teased.
	Tracy pushed, and his dick was suddenly buried inside his dad's
ass. Pete assured him he was okay. "I want you to fuck me, Trace."
	"If I move I'm afraid I'll cum," Tracy said.
	"Isn't that the idea?" Pete asked.
	"But I don't want to. I want it to last. It's not going to," Tracy
said.
	"Fuck me, Trace. So what if you cum. I want your spunk inside
me. It's all new to you, Son. Fucking, I mean. It won't be long until I'll
be begging you to cum."
	Tracy felt his dad's body pull forward a couple of inches. His dick
retreated the same. Suddenly Pete rammed his body into his son. Tracy's
dick was buried once again, his pubes pressed tightly against his dad's
skin. His cock head shuddered and then exploded. He filled his dad's ass
with his thick cream.
	"Fuck!" he cried out.
	Tracy pounded his dad's body each time a wave of cum left his dick
and covered the walls of Pete's ass. When he had finished shooting, Tracy
fell against his dad's body. He hugged the man, his cock still buried in
Pete's cum-filled hole.
	When he could finally speak, Tracy said, "I'm so sorry, Dad."
	"Sorry? What the hell do you have to be sorry for?"
	"I came so fast. I wanted to last longer than I did."
	Pete pulled away from his son. Falling on his back, he pulled his
son to him. He kissed Tracy on the mouth and then pushed the boy away from
his face.
	When Tracy refused to look at his dad, Pete said, "Look at me,
Trace."
	Tracy raised his head up and looked the man in the eye.
	"That was your first time to fuck. Like I told you, this is all new
to you. Time will take care of things. Time and practice," he added.
	"I know you're probably right, Dad. I had this all planned out in
my mind. You know what they say about plans? Even the best laid plans can
fuck up."
	"True." Pete gave his son another kiss. "Lay beside me, Son."
	Tracy eyed his dad's hard cock. "Don't we need to take care of
that?" he asked.
	"In time, Trace. Right now I want to hold you."
	Tracy crawled off his dad's body and lay beside the man. He felt
his dad's arms go around him.
	"Thanks, Dad," Tracy said a few moments later.
	Pete looked surprised. "Whatever for, Trace?"
	"For being you. My dad. I love you."
	"I love you, too, Trace."
	A little later Tracy propped himself up on his elbow. "Are you
ready to fuck me?" he asked his dad.
	Pete gave his son a tender smile. "Tonight's about you, Trace. My
time will come later. Are you ready to practice some more? I'm referring to
you fucking me again."
	Tracy's cock had already begun to thicken up, and his father's
words made him hard at once.
	"I think I am so going to enjoy practicing my fucking skills."
	"I've heard that practice makes perfect," Pete grinned. "Oh, and
you won't need to lube up this time, Son. You put enough up me earlier."
	"Okay, let's practice." Saying those words, Tracy got behind his
dad once more and pushed his way inside the man's slippery hole.