Date: Tue, 29 Sep 2015 02:00:49 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: For Pete's Sake, Chapter 17

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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN


	A week had passed since Tracy and his dad, along with Harland Lewis
had enjoyed an evening out. The three of them had enjoyed a meal and a
movie. To Tracy's disappointment, nothing else transpired. They had ridden
in Harland's truck to Gatewood, and upon returning from their evening out,
Harland dropped them off at their house. Pete didn't offer an invitation
for their friend to come inside. Another disappointment for Tracy.  A week
went by, and the subject of Harland Lewis never came up. Other than saying
he had enjoyed the outing, Pete made no mention of the evening. Now, a week
later, Tracy still had no idea what his dad's thoughts were concerning
Harland.
	Tracy took a beer from the refrigerator and headed outside to the
porch swing. Pete had called earlier that day and told his son he had a
meeting that afternoon. He told Tracy he would pick a pizza up after his
meeting, adding, "Don't plan anything for supper."
	Tracy was still sitting on the porch when his dad's truck came to a
halt in the driveway. He watched as Pete stepped out of his truck, a pizza
box in his hands.
	"Dinner is served," Pete said with a grin.
	Tracy stood to his feet. As his dad stepped upon the porch, Tracy
gave the man a kiss. "I'm glad you're home," he said.
	"Me, too. It's been a day," Pete added.
	Tracy followed his dad inside the house. He closed the door behind
him and asked how Pete's meeting had gone.
	"I think all right. Let's eat our pizza before it gets cold. I'll
tell you about it later."
	Tracy placed two bottles of beer on the table. "Goes good with
pizza," he said when he saw Pete eying the drinks.
	"A beer would be great," Pete decided.
	As they ate their pizza, Tracy noticed his dad was being unusually
quiet. Most of the time Pete was full of details about his day. Tracy
decided Pete's meeting must have been a little exhausting for him. It was
on the tip of his tongue to say something, but Tracy decided to let it
go. His dad would talk to him when the meal was over.
	Pete finished his pizza and pushed his plate to the side. Standing
to his feet, he said, "I'm going to have another beer. How about you,
Trace?"
	Tracy gave a nod with his head, and Pete returned to the table with
the two drinks. He handed one to his son.
	"Okay, Tracy, I'll tell you about my afternoon." Pete glanced at
the bottle in his son's hand. "You'd better take a big swig of that," he
advised.
	"You didn't get fired, did you?"
	Pete gave a small laugh. "Nothing like that," he assured his son.
	Tracy swallowed about half of his bottle and said, "Alright, I'm
listening."
	Pete took a big drink from his bottle. "Trace, my meeting this
afternoon was with Harland."
	"Oh?" Tracy's heart skipped a beat. "A good one, I hope."
	Pete took another drink. "Trace, I know you want Harland and me to
spend time with each other. I—"
	"It's not going to happen, is it?" Tracy asked the question when no
more words came from his dad.
	Pete shook his head. "For now, no, it's not going to take place."
	"He loves you, Dad," Tracy said softly.
	"I know he does, Son."
	"How about you? Do you love him? I know you did at one time."
	"I care about Harland. A lot," Pete added. "Do I love him?
Perhaps. However, right now I have other things on my mind."
	Tracy drained his beer. "What things?"
	"You. Me. Us."
	"Help me understand, Dad." Tracy thought about going for another
beer but changed his mind.
	"Tracy, there's been a big change between the two of us this
summer. One that I don't regret. Still, a big change, big adjustment. Look
at me, Trace."
	Tracy locked eyes with his father. He waited for the man to speak.
	"Trace, I had a lot of doubts earlier this summer when we began
doing certain things. It took me a while to become comfortable with...us."
Pete paused and then said, "Now, I am comfortable, and I guess I want to
see where we go in this relationship. Does that make sense to you, Son?"
	Tracy changed his mind about another beer. He went to the
refrigerator and brought a drink back to the table. He opened the bottle
and took a swallow.
	"I think I can understand how you feel, Dad. I just hate to see you
lose precious time you could be spending with Harland. I want you happy,
that's all."
	Pete reached across the table and placed a hand over his
son's. "Trace, I am very happy, and it's because of you that I am happy. I
guess what I'm trying to say is I want to spend what time we have left this
summer with you."
	"What about after when I return to school?"
	Pete smiled warmly at his son. "Let's take it one day at a time,
okay? We have about a month left before you have to go back. Let's enjoy
our time. Okay?"
	Tracy stood up and leaned over the table. He kissed his dad on the
mouth. "I love you, Dad."
	"As for when you return to school, you have lots of holidays. And
you usually come home every weekend," Pete reminded.
	"I know. I just hate the idea of you being alone."
	Pete grinned and said, "Hell, I'll need the entire week to recover
from your weekend visits."
	"One more question and then you have my word. I'll let the subject
drop." Tracy took another swig from the bottle he was holding.
	"I'm listening."
	"How did Harland take your news?"
	Pete eyed the bottle in his hand. He said, "Like you, I think he
wants to be in a relationship with me. However, for the time being he
agrees that the two of us need our time together. So, to answer your
question, he's okay with everything."
	"I can't say that I'm not happy that you want to spend time alone
with me," Tracy told his dad.
	"You being honest with me?"
	Tracy gave a nod and said, "I am."
	"Good." Pete pushed his chair back and stood to his feet. "I'm
going to clean up while you put the left over pizza in the frig. How about
watching a little TV this evening?"
	"Sounds good. I took my shower before you came home," Tracy said.
	Left alone in the kitchen, Tracy took care of the leftovers and
hurried into the living room. He searched the cable guide and found a movie
he thought his dad would enjoy watching and turned to the station.
	A short time later Pete returned to the living room. Standing in
the doorway, he said, "Did you find something good to watch?"
	Tracy looked away from the television screen. His dad had come into
the room wearing a pair of boxer shorts and nothing else. The man's chest
hair was still damp against his body.
	"You expect me to watch a movie with you dressed like that?"
	"You have a problem with me?"
	"I definitely have a problem. These damned shorts have got to go."
	Tracy jumped off the couch and pulled his jean shorts down. He gave
them a kick and tugged his shirt over his head. It didn't take him long to
be dressed exactly like his dad.
	"Feel better?" Pete asked as he took a seat on the couch.
	"Much." Tracy sat down next to the man he loved so much.
	Tracy punched the remote to start the movie. He placed a hand in
Pete's lap and focused his eyes on the flat screen attached to the
wall. His fingers found his dad's cock, and he let them rest against
it. Tracy felt it jerk behind Pete's shorts.
	"I thought you wanted to watch a movie," Pete reminded.
	"Oh, I can multi-task," Tracy assured the man.
	"I'm not sure I can," Pete replied.
	Tracy reached through the opening in the front and began to slowly
stroke Pete's dick.
	"Don't mind me," Tracy said. "Just relax."
	"You're making it kind of hard," Pete groaned.
	Tracy pulled his hand away. "It is hard," he agreed.
	Tracy told his dad to raise up. When Pete did, Tracy slid the man's
shorts down.
	"Big guy here needs his freedom. Just relax and watch the
movie. I'll take care of this."
	Tracy's eyes locked on his father's cock. Even though he had been
enjoying it in many ways that summer, Tracy never failed to be impressed
with the man's hairy tool. The thick blond curls that grew widespread
around it always made Tracy's mouth water. He loved burying his nose in
their midst and breathing deeply. He loved his dad's smell. Pete's dick
stood proudly as it grew through the cock forest. His dad was beginning to
leak pre cum as Tracy continued stroking him.
	Tracy loved the way his dad's chest hair grew thickly as it made
its way down the man's body. Pete's wide treasure trail led the way proudly
into the man's blond pubes. Little blond hairs covered Pete's nut sac
heavily. The sight of those furry nuts also filled his son with desire.
	Tracy suddenly got off the couch and dropped on the floor between
Pete's knees. He leaned over and began teasing Pete's balls with his
tongue. The little hairs that covered the area teased Tracy's tongue as he
licked and teased his dad's heavy balls.
	After Pete's nut sac was saturated, Tracy tongued his way up the
man's thick shaft. He loved the way the man's skin tasted. He lapped
hungrily as he made his way to the thick mushroom head.
	"God," Pete groaned. "You're a damned good cock sucker, Trace. I
love when you suck my dick."
	Tracy continued working his father over. After licking around
Pete's dick head until the man thought he would go crazy, Tracy swallowed
his dad's cock. He took it all the way down to Pete's bush. Having
swallowed the entire length, Tracy became still as he savored the man scent
that protruded from the thick tangles. His nose began to itch from the
tickling job he was receiving.
	Tracy decided it was time to get busy. He began working his dad's
cock hard, enjoying the face fucking Pete was beginning to give him. As
Pete pounded his son's face, slamming his balls into the boy's chin, Tracy
let a hand go down between the man's legs. Tracy placed a finger at the
entrance of Pete's hairy hole. He teased the opening and continued
massaging it.
	Pete moaned louder as he ground his pubes against his son's
face. He continued moaning and groaning until suddenly he cried out.
	"I'm going to shoot, Trace," Pete warned.
	Tracy focused on his dad's cock and the hard mouth fucking Pete was
giving him. He felt the man's dick shudder, felt the first spurt of hot
thick cum hit the back of his throat.  Tracy swallowed the huge load his
father gave him, hungrily gulping the cream down his throat. It was a big
load, and Tracy didn't let any of it get away from him.
	"Fuck," Pete moaned when he had finished shooting in his son's
mouth.
	Tracy remained where he was, enjoying Pete's dick as it rested
against his son's tongue. He looked up at Pete and gave him a wink. Then he
pulled off and rose up to give his dad a cum-filled kiss.
	"I love your cum, Dad," Tracy said.
	Pete swallowed the cum his son had deposited in his mouth. "I can
tell." He gave Tracy a grin.
	A few minutes later, Pete told his son to stand up.
	"Something on your mind?" Tracy asked.
	"This." Pete reached out and took hold of Tracy's cock. "I want
this in my ass."
	Taking one of Tracy's hands, Pete led his son behind the couch. He
gave Tracy a grin.
	"Fuck me," Pete said leaning over the back of the couch. "Lube's in
the table behind you."
	With a surprised look on his face, Tracy went where his dad
directed.
	"I put it there just in case," Pete explained and grinned.
	Tracy found the bottle of gel and returned to his father. He stood
behind the man and opened the lube. He quickly worked a thick glob of it
inside Pete's ass. Next he covered his dick with it. Tracy threw the bottle
to the floor and stepped up behind the man. He pressed the head of his dick
next to Pete's hairy entrance.
	"You want my cock?"
	Pete groaned. "I need it, Trace." He rubbed against his son's
crotch.
	Tracy placed his hands on Pete's ass and pulled the man's cheeks a
part.  He felt the head slip inside his dad.
	"That's right, Trace, slide inside me."
	Tracy pulled his father to him, the movement forcing his cock to
fill Pete's ass with his son's hard thickness. Tracy felt a shiver course
through his body as he became possessed with desire. Buried to the hilt,
Tracy's balls hugged his dad's body. The muscles in Pete's ass attached
themselves firmly to the boy's dick.
	"God," Tracy whispered.
	"Everything okay back there?" Pete asked.
	"Absolutely." Tracy began slowly moving his cock back and
forth. The sensation was making him crazy.
	Pete moaned. "That's right, Trace, fuck my ass."
	Tracy groaned and went into full fuck mode. With a hand on each ass
cheek, he pounded his dad's butt. He abused Pete's hole, stretching it a
little more each time he slammed inside the man. Something about his dad's
ass made Tracy want, no, made him need to go deeper each time he entered.
	"I can feel your pubes grinding against me," Pete groaned. "I love
that feeling."
	"You like hair as much as I do, don't you, Dad," Tracy said between
thrusts.
	"I—do," Pete grunted.
	Tracy continued plowing his dad. How he loved being inside the
man's ass! Suddenly his dick shuddered, and Tracy knew he was going to
shoot. He stopped moving and leaned against Pete's body.
	Pete began moving his ass. "Don't stop," he begged.
	"I'm about to cum."
	"So? The night's still young and so are you. I'm sure you'll have
another load or two for me before we go to sleep." Pete clamped the muscles
of his ass onto his son's cock.
	It was all the encouragement Tracy needed. He began thrusting once
more, driving his cock as far as possible up his father's ass.
	Tracy suddenly cried out, "Ah, fuck!"
	Tracy sprayed the walls of his dad's ass with his thick hot
cream. Pete's body sucked the juice up greedily, his ass attacking his
son's cum hungrily.
	When Tracy had finished shooting up his father's ass, he leaned
over and kissed the man on the back of the neck. His dick was still buried
in Pete's cum-filled hole.
	"I love you, Dad," he whispered.
	"You are my world, Trace. I want you to always know that."
	"I do, Dad. I do."
	They remained where they were, connected to each other for a
time. Neither one spoke. There was no need for words. Both father and son
understood completely.
	Pete was the first to break the connection.
	"I'm older than you," he told his son. "And not nearly as limber,"
he added.
	Tracy stepped back, pulling himself from Pete. When his father
straightened up, Tracy turned the man around. He hugged Pete close to him.
	"You're not that much older than me," he pointed out. "You're just
a little more experienced with life. That's the only difference."
	"Are you referring to Harland?" Pete asked his son.
	"Not by any means," Tracy was quick to assure him.
	"Well, he was the only experience, as you so gallantly put it, that
I've had in life. That is, until you came along." Pete kissed his son on
the mouth.
	As they walked down the hall to clean up in the bathroom, Tracy
said, "Speaking of Harland, I do have one question for you."
	"I thought you agreed to let that subject drop," Pete reminded his
son.
	"Oh, trust me, my question has nothing at all to do with the two of
you," Tracy assured him.
	"Okay, I'm listening," Pete said as they stepped inside the
bathroom.
	"Harland has become a good friend of mine," Tracy began a little
hesitantly.
	"I realize that, Son." Pete stepped into the shower and turned the
water on. "For that matter, I consider him a friend of mine, too," he
added.
	"Would you have a problem if I kept in touch with him?"
	"Trace, you're an adult. You have the right to be friends with
whomever you choose."
	"I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable."
	"Why would a friendship between you and Harland make me
uncomfortable, Trace?" A grin suddenly appeared on Pete's face. "Oh, I get
it."
	Tracy's face was blank as he asked, "Get what?"
	"You're afraid I might be upset should you and Harland---well, you
know."
	Tracy locked eyes with his father. "Would it?" he asked. "If
I—you know?"
	"Tracy, if you and Harland want to play around, I can assure you,
it won't make me feel uncomfortable in any way. Just promise me something,
will you?"
	"Anything, Dad."
	"Discretion and caution," Pete replied.
	Tracy joined his father in the shower. "Explain, please."
	"I'm not going into the `discretion' part. I'm sure you know what
I'm getting at there. However, I want you to promise me to be very
careful. There's a lot of shit out there. Or so I've heard," Pete added.
	"I know exactly what you mean by `discretion'," Tracy assured his
dad. "And careful, to be sure. I trust Harland, and I know I can trust
you. That should make things pretty safe, don't you agree?"
	Pete wrapped his arms around his son. "I think we're on the same
page, Trace. We're going to be okay, you and me. And Harland, too," he
added with another grin.
	"Have I told you how much I love you, Dad?"
	"You have," Pete answered. "But I never get tired hearing the
words."
	Tracy pressed his body against his father's wet flesh. "I love you,
Dad. Very much."
	Tracy sealed the love he felt for the man with a tender kiss.