Date: Thu, 28 May 2015 00:34:37 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: For Pete's Sake, Chapter Two

CHAPTER TWO


	When Tracy walked inside the Makers bank, two people behind teller
windows greeted him with a smile. He spoke to them both as he walked
by. Pete Adams was sitting at his desk. He called out a greeting to his
son.
	"Hey, Trace, what's up?"
	There was a chair by his father's desk, and Tracy flopped down into
it. He told Pete about his Jeep, adding that he had called a wrecker and
had it towed to the garage.
	"Sorry to hear the Jeep caused you trouble, Son." Pete Adams looked
down at some papers in front of him. "I have a few loose ends to tie up,
but I should be through in half an hour or so. We'll go by the garage and
check on it. Just relax. There's soda in the fridge over there," he told
Tracy. He pointed to a small refrigerator against the wall.
	"I'm good," Tracy assured him.
	"Okay. I promise to hurry."
      Tracy leaned back in his chair and watched his father go back to
work. One by one, Pete sifted through the papers on his desk, sometimes
signing his name at the bottom of a page.
      Tracy allowed his eyes to take in everything about his dad. There was
no question that Pete Adams was an attractive man. He had celebrated his
fiftieth birthday the month before, and for the first time, Tracy realized
that his dad was actually in very good shape. Funny, he thought, that he
really hadn't noticed that about the man before.
	The hair on Pete's head was blond like his son's. However, a closer
look made Tracy aware that his father's hair was perhaps a shade or two
darker than his own. A few streaks of gray had sneaked their way through
the blond curls, making the man attractive. There was a very distinguished
look about Pete Adams.
	Tracy began thinking about some of the suggestions Harland Lewis
had given him; ways of letting his dad catch him naked. After a few things
ran across his mind, Tracy felt his cock beginning to grow inside his
shorts. Another thought slammed him then. What if he got hard walking in
front of his dad? How embarrassing that would be for him. For both of
them. Then just as quickly that thought was replaced by another. What would
it matter if he did get hard? After all, if what Harland had told him about
his dad was the truth, then Pete would certainly realize that was just part
of being a guy. Hell, that might even speed things up with his dad, Tracy
decided. Especially after he told Pete who had given him a ride into
town. All he had told him so far was that the Jeep had given him trouble
and was over at the garage.
	Tracy hadn't mentioned Harland Lewis, and he didn't intend to. Not
yet, anyway. If the Jeep was ready, he would give his father that
information when they got home. If it wasn't ready, he'd bring it up on the
way home. Either way, he wanted to give Pete the chance to digest
everything before he paraded around naked in front of him.
	Tracy eyed the dress shirt and tie his father was wearing. Pete had
a nice looking chest; very filled out, defined. Tracy had been telling the
truth when he admitted to Harland he had seen his father's bare chest many
times.  Pete always moved the lawn without a shirt in the summertime. He
had given Tracy a lot to think about many times. And sometimes, if Pete
took a shower just before bedtime, he would stop by Tracy's room and tell
his son goodnight. When that happened, Pete wore nothing but boxer
shorts. Not even a tee shirt. Tracy had often wondered if the man slept in
the shorts or if he pulled them off and slept nude.
	Tracy sat up in his chair. He had another plan now. Not only was he
going to give his dad a view of his naked body, but he was going to try and
determine if Pete slept in the shorts or if he pulled them off before he
crawled into bed.
	"Trace?"
	Tracy was suddenly pulled away from his thoughts.
	"I'm finished. Shall we go check on the Jeep?"
	Tracy stood to his feet, ready to follow his father out of the
bank. He looked down and discovered a small wet spot next to the zipper in
his shorts. Fuck, his thoughts must have caused him to leak a little pre
cum.
	"You okay?" Pete asked when his son hesitated.
	Willing himself not to blush, Tracy assured him he was fine.
	"See everyone in the morning," Pete said to his co-workers as he
pulled a key from his pants pocket.
	The bank had closed while Tracy sat next to his father's desk. He
watched Pete unlock the door and followed him outside. Pete locked the door
back, and the two of them walked to the man's truck.
	At the garage the mechanic gave them news neither one of them
wanted to hear. Tracy's Jeep wouldn't be ready until the following
afternoon.
	"I'm sorry as hell, Pete," the man said. "I don't have the part I
need. I've ordered it. It should be here midmorning. If so, I'll definitely
have you up and running tomorrow afternoon," he added.
	Pete thanked the man. "Trace can check with you tomorrow and see
where things stand. We'll pick it up when I get off work."
	Once back in his dad's truck, Tracy became lost in his
thoughts. Now that they were on their way home, he was beginning to lose
some of his nerve. He wasn't sure how his dad would react if he heard who
had given him a ride into town.
	It was Pete, himself, who set the ball into motion.
	"Trace, where were you a when the Jeep died on you?"
	"In the country," Tracy answered.
	"Country? You mean by the house?"
	"Nowhere near the house. I was driving down by the river," Tracy
answered.
	"Oh?"
	Tracy forced a grin to appear on his face. "You know how I am,
Dad. I love blowing along country roads. I was east of town about ten
miles. I was having the time of my life, and the Jeep was hugging the road
like crazy. I had made several turns okay. All of a sudden I came to
another one, and when I came out of it, I floored the Jeep. It seemed to
pause, hesitate, something. Then, boom. Nothing. No amount of coaxing could
make the damn thing start."
	"Why didn't you call me? I could have given you a hand."
	"Things went to hell in a hurry. First the damn jeep. Then when I
picked up my phone, the thing was dead. I remembered I was going to charge
it last night. I forgot and left it in the Jeep."
	"How did you get the Jeep to town? And yourself," his dad added.
	To himself, Tracy thought, okay, here's my chance. Aloud he said,
"Nothing else to do but walk to the nearest house. Which, I might add, was
half a mile or so away."
	"Was anyone home at that time of day? I'd be amazed if they were."
	"Actually I did find someone at home. Someone who actually said he
knew you."
	Was it Tracy's imagination, or did his father's face take on a look
of caution? When Pete didn't speak, Tracy filled him in. "A man named
Harland Lewis let me use his telephone to call the garage."
	There was a definite look on Pete's face now. One that his son
couldn't quite read.
	"Harland Lewis? My God, I haven't heard that name in years." A
slight pause, and then he said, "Did he treat you all right, Trace?"
	Tracy had a hard time trying not to give his father a grin. At this
point he wasn't ready to give Pete any clue that things had gone the way
they had between him and Harland.
	"Mr. Lewis was very kind, Dad. I used his telephone and then he
gave me a drink. I was hot and my mouth was really dry from my walk. Then
he drove me into town and dropped me off at the bank."
	A moment of silence went by before Pete spoke. "I'm glad it was
someone like Harland. Hell, Trace, you never know about people. There are
sickos out there, even around Makers. At least you were safe with
Mr. Lewis."
	"He said the two of you ran around some when you were younger. He
said he was a little older than you."
	"We did." Pete looked across at his son. "That was a long time ago,
Trace." He turned his eyes back on the road and drove out of town.
	Both Tracy and his father rode the rest of the way in silence. Just
as Pete pulled off the road onto the graveled drive that led to their
farmhouse, Tracy said, "Harland seems like a very nice man. Perhaps a bit
lonely," he added.
	Pete drove up next to the house and braked the truck. He shut the
engine off and turned to face his son.
	"Harland?"
	"He asked me to call him that," Tracy answered.
	Silence and then, "I see." Pete shrugged his shoulders and opened
the truck door.
	Tracy followed suit and remained silent. He couldn't quite figure
out his dad's mood. He didn't appear to be upset. At the same time, he
wasn't his usual jovial self either. Once inside the house he told his dad
he was going to hit the shower.
	"I feel dirty after my hot walk this afternoon."
	"All right. I'll see about supper. I got some meat out of the
freezer this morning."
	Tracy hurried down the hall and into his room. He decided not to
let any grass grow under his feet; not where his dad was concerned. Leaving
his door open, Tracy jumped out of his clothes and walked naked down the
hall to the bathroom. When he found himself standing before the linen
closet where the towels and wash cloths were kept, he opened the door to
pull a towel and cloth out. His hand rested on the handle. No, he'd let his
dad bring them to him.
	Tracy hurried into the bathroom. Usually he closed the door behind
him. This time he left it opened. He adjusted it back and forth until he
was satisfied with the way it was. There was about three inches between the
door and the facing.
	He adjusted the water temperature and then stepped under the
spray. He allowed the water to get his body soaked and then called out.
	"Damn't it! Dad, can you hear me?" Tracy hoped his father could
hear him from the kitchen.
	When Pete didn't come to the door, Tracy called out a second
time. "Dad, can you hear me? I forgot my wash cloth and towel."
	Another minute went by before Tracy heard his father's voice on the
other side of the door.
	"Did you call me, Trace?"
	"I forgot my damn wash cloth and towel, Dad. Can you bring me one?"
	Tracy quickly turned the water force down and pulled the shower
curtain back enough so that when his father walked into the room, he could
see his son's front side, from his head all the way down to his knees.
	As Tracy stood there in plain sight, he heard his father opening
the door to the linen closet. Suddenly an arm appeared inside the door
waving the items.
	"Here you go," Pete called out.
	"I'm soaking wet, Dad. Can you bring them in?"
	"Oh. Well, okay."
	The door moved slowly back until it was opened about half way. Pete
Adams was standing in the opening. Tracy was looking his father straight in
the eye, his naked body completely in view and dripping wet.
	"Thanks, Dad," Tracy said reaching for the things.
	Tracy tried not to stare at his father as the man handed him the
towel last. He wasn't positive, but he was fairly certain that Pete's eyes
took in his entire body, especially his crotch area. Tracy made no attempt
to hide his nakedness.
	When Pete made no effort to leave the bathroom, Tracy said, "Thanks
again, Dad."
	Pete's face suddenly turned red. "Sure thing. I'd better get back
to supper."
	Somehow Tracy had managed to keep from getting hard in front of his
father. However, the man had hardly left the room when Tracy's cock began
filling out. He was hard in a matter of seconds. His first thought was to
jack off with the picture of his dad standing before him. Tracy reached for
his dick and stroked it a few times. Then he stopped. Pulling his hand
away, he reached for the bar of soap. He wasn't going to jack off now. He'd
wait until later. He could always jack in his room, leaving his door
opened, the way he had just now. Still, maybe he shouldn't push things. He
didn't want his father thinking these actions had anything to do with the
time he had spent with Harland. Not now anyway.
	Tracy finished his shower, rinsed the soap from his body and
reached for the towel his dad had brought him. He dried off and wrapped the
towel around him. That had been his thing for years. He'd walk to his room
with the towel wrapped around his body. He'd get dressed in his bedroom.
	"Ah, what the hell," he decided.
	Tracy pulled the towel away from his body and threw it across the
shower curtain rod. He walked out into the hallway and slowly made his way
back down the hall to his bedroom. He could hear his father working on
their supper in the kitchen. Tracy pulled a pair of shorts on and decided
he'd wear nothing else to the kitchen. Perhaps give his dad another tease
or two with his body.
	When Tracy walked into the kitchen, his dad was taking a couple of
steaks from the grill that was built into the counter next to the range
top.
	"How soon before it's ready?" Tracy greeted.
	Pete's face had a surprised look on it. However, he didn't comment
on the way his son was dressed. Or more to the point, not dressed. Instead,
he asked Tracy to take the potatoes from the microwave.
	Nothing was said about Tracy's afternoon. Instead, Pete asked his
son about college, and what his plans were for the summer.
	"Do I need to get a summer job, Dad?" Tracy asked over his food.
	"Only if you want to," his dad answered. "Actually I have something
in mind. Would you care to hear it?"
	"I'm listening," Tracy said and took another bite of his steak.
	"I was thinking about something today. If you would be willing to
do some things around the house this summer, I'd be glad to pay you. As you
know, I usually hire Mrs. Randall each summer. However, at this time her
sister who lives out of town needs surgery. The sister has young kids, and
Mrs. Randall needs to help with them."
	"I could probably handle that," Tracy assured his father.
	"Just a little laundry, shopping, cleaning. Not a lot, just enough
to keep things in order. And like I said, I'd pay you."
	"That's not necessary, Dad," Tracy hastened to assure his
father. "Hell, you already pay for school and anything else I need."
	"I know. I'm your father. That's my job. Besides, one day you'll be
out. You can support me." Pete grinned at his son.
	"Whatever. Okay, I'll do whatever you want," Tracy decided.
	"Tomorrow I'll leave you a list to help get you started. After
that, I think you'll know what to do. Now, let's enjoy the rest of our
meal. No more mention of work."

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	After a couple hours of television, Pete stood to his feet and
announced he was going to get a shower and hit the sack. He disappeared
down the hall, leaving Tracy to watch TV alone.
	Tracy forced himself to remain where he was for a good ten
minutes. Then he turned the television off and headed down the hall. He
stopped at the closed bathroom door. He could hear the water running and
knew his dad was still enjoying his shower. He stood there for a moment
listening and then headed for his bedroom.
	Leaving the door to his room open, Tracy pulled the covers back on
his bed and lay down. His right hand went immediately under the waistband
of his shorts. His fingers crawled through his pubes and rested in the
middle of his blond tangles. He always enjoyed feeling the hair in his
hand. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation the feel of his bush
gave him.
	"Trace, I'm heading for bed."
	Tracy suddenly opened his eyes and discovered his father standing
in his doorway. His first thought was to pull his hand out of his
shorts. Then he realized how dumb that would look. He changed his mind and
left it in the middle of his cock hair.
	"Night, Dad. I'll look for your list in the morning."
	"Night, Son. Pleasant dreams," Pete added before turning away from
his son's bedroom door.
	When his father had disappeared out of sight, Tracy wrapped his
fingers around his cock. It was already hard. He began stroking with his
shorts still up around his waist. He looked at the door and realized it was
the first time in all his years of jacking off that he was doing the act in
plain sight. It would be so easy for his dad to catch him jerking off.
	Tracy stroked a little longer until he was struck with another
thought. He pulled his hand from his shorts and jumped off his bed. He
walked out into the hallway and stopped at his dad's bedroom door. Where
Tracy had left the door to his room opened, Pete Adams had closed his
tightly.
	Tracy was undecided. Part of him wanted to knock on the man's
bedroom door; another part wanted to just push it quietly back and see what
Pete might be doing. More than anything, Tracy wanted to know if the man
slept naked or in his boxer shorts.
	Tracy also couldn't help but wonder if Pete was in bed this very
moment thinking about seeing his son in the shower and jacking off to the
memory. Damn, these thoughts were making Tracy's cock so fucking hard. The
front of his shorts were wet with pre cum.
	Suddenly feeling brave, Tracy turned the knob on his father's
bedroom door. He pushed it back silently and let his eyes land on Pete's
body lying on the bed.
	Pete was on his side, his back to the door.  Tracy was pretty sure
his father's hand was moving back and forth. The man had to be jacking
off. Feeling a little less brave, Tracy pulled the door almost shut. Then
pushing it open, he knocked and called out to his father.
	"Dad, are you awake?"
	Quick action took place on the bed, and Pete turned over on his
back. The sheet was pulled up past his waist.
	"Not yet. What's on your mind, Trace?"
	Tracy could see the outline of his dad's cock beneath the sheet. He
definitely had a hard-on.  He tried to force his eyes to move up to his
father's face.
	Tracy's dick was hard as well, and he was sure his dad didn't miss
the fact. His boxers were loose enough that the hard cock behind them had
no support at all.
	"I just wanted to tell you to put anything you want on my
list. I'll do whatever you want, Dad."
	Risking one last look at Pete's cock underneath the sheet, Tracy
backed out of the room. He made sure the last thing his father saw was his
hard dick poking against his shorts. He pulled his dad's bedroom door
almost shut. He left about an inch opening and remained where he was.
	At first there was no sound coming from Pete's room. Then Tracy
heard the bed make a noise as his father moved around. He kept his
breathing to a minimum, forcing himself to take shallow breaths. It wasn't
long until Tracy had no doubt what was taking place in his father's
bedroom. Pete was definitely jacking off. Tracy was actually hearing his
father jerk off. He couldn't believe his good fortune. The sounds he heard
coming from his father caused Tracy's dick to leak more pre cum in his
shorts. He pulled the hard shaft through the pee hole and began
stroking. He was so turned on that half a dozen strokes later he filled his
hand with his spunk. His orgasm was so intense Tracy thought he was going
to pass out.
	He heard a sound that could be his father getting off the bed. Not
wanting to get caught with a hand full of cum, Tracy ran quietly into his
bedroom. Still holding his spunk in the palm of his hand, Tracy snapped the
light switch off and crawled under the sheet. He rolled over on his side
and faced the wall.
	There was a noise in the hall and suddenly Tracy was sure his
father was standing in the doorway of his bedroom. He forced himself to be
completely still and pretended to be sleeping.
	Tracy wasn't sure how much time passed before he heard Pete turn
and walk back down the hall. It felt like a long time to him. The whole
time Pete had stood there, Tracy had quietly played with the cum in his
hand.
	Tracy reached for a Kleenex and cleaned his hand with it. He tossed
it under his bed and made a mental note to himself to take care of it the
next morning.