Date: Fri, 6 Nov 2015 03:47:13 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: For Pete's Sake Chapter 22

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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO


	Pete walked down the hall and stopped at his bedroom door. When he
looked inside the room, Pete discovered that Tracy was still sleeping
soundly, buried under a mound of covers. He thought about jumping into bed
and waking his son and then decided against it. Instead, Pete returned to
the kitchen and poured himself another cup of coffee.
	He took his seat at the table and carefully took a sip from the
steaming cup before sitting it down. Pete wasn't surprised when he found
his thoughts once more returning to Harland Lewis. Sitting at his kitchen
table reminded Pete of the breakfast he had made for Harland that morning
two weeks ago. It was as clear to Pete as though it had been yesterday.
	The sound of Harland's truck had announced his arrival. Pete had
waited to open the door until he heard Harland's footsteps on the
porch. Pete threw open the door before Harland could knock.
	When Pete saw Harland standing before him, he felt his heart speed
up and his mouth suddenly go dry. He managed to greet his breakfast guest
and invite the man inside his kitchen.
	"I'm glad you could make it, Harland," Pete had said.
	Harland had stepped inside and smiled at his host. "I must admit, I
was a bit surprised when you called."
	"To be honest, I was surprised myself." Pete had closed the door
and turned to face his guest.
	"So, why am I here, Pete?"
	Pete had taken the man's coat and tossed it across the back of one
of the chairs at the kitchen table. He filled a coffee cup and handed it to
Harland.
	"I've had a very long night, Harland," Pete explained. "Let's eat
before the food gets cold. We'll talk after we're finished with our meal."
	Conversation over this meal had seemed a little easier than the
meal they had shared at Tess' café the evening before. Pete mentioned
the telephone call he had received from Tracy shortly after Harland's
visit.
	Harland had asked about Tracy. "How is he? I hope he's doing well
in school."
	"Seems to be," Pete had answered.
	Pete pushed his empty plate to the side and said, "Harland, I don't
mind telling you, last night was one of the longest nights of my
life. After you left, I mean."
	Harland took a sip of coffee. "What happened?"
	"After you left I was at a loss; very confused. To be honest, I
didn't know what to do. I don't know if it was a mistake or not, but I
drank more beer, and when Tracy called, well, let's just say my tongue was
pretty loose. I said some things to Tracy, and that boy came down on me
hard. Got me to thinking about lots of things."
	"Such as?"
	"You. Me. Us." Pete smiled and said, "Would you believe I have not
been to bed?"
	"Why not?"
	"I couldn't get my mind to shut down," Pete answered. "I walked the
floor the entire night. As my head began clearing after the beer, and about
the time the sun came up, I had made a decision."
	Harland eyed the man sitting across the table from him
closely. "About what?" he asked when Pete stopped speaking.
	Pete reached across the table and placed a hand next to Harland's,
their fingers touching.  He looked directly into the man's eyes. He took a
moment to think about what he wanted to say.
	Finally Pete spoke. "Like I told you last night, Harland, I will
never regret the time I had with Trace's mother. Because of her, I have a
wonderful son; one that loves me as much as I love him. Not sure why he
does, but the fact is, he does.
	"Now, having said that, I want to say something else. Harland, I
want you to know something else. I have never regretted the time you and I
spent together, either. Before Tracy was born. No matter what you may have
thought, I have always treasured the memories you and I created back then."
	Harland remained silent, not speaking. However, Pete felt the man
give a gentle squeeze, his hand covering Pete's.
	Pete continued. "I loved you then, Harland. I have loved you since
the first time we ever met. I loved you then. And I love you now."
	When Pete had finished talking, he waited for Harland to say
something. When the older man didn't, Pete suddenly lost confidence in
himself.
	"Harland?"
	"I have waited a long time to hear those words, Pete."
	Pete gave a nod and said, "I know."
	"Are you certain about this?"
	Surprised, Pete asked, "Certain about what?"
	"Are you sure this is what you really want?" Harland shook his
head. "As much as I want a life with you, with Tracy, I don't want it if
it's not what you truly want."
	Pete pushed his chair back and stood to his feet. He walked around
the table and stopped beside Harland. He told Harland to stand up. When the
man did as he asked, Pete pulled Harland to him and wrapped his arms around
the man.
	"Can you forgive me, Harland? I'm sorry for being such an ass."
	Pete felt the man return the hug. At first he thought Harland was
laughing, but soon realized the man was sobbing.
	"I'm sorry, Harland," he whispered.
	Harland broke away and gave Pete a tender smile. "I'm not sad,
Pete," he said. "Fact is, you've made this old man very happy."
	Pete leaned in and kissed Harland gently on the mouth. Although
many years had passed since the two of them had shared a kiss, it was not
an awkward moment for either one of them. It didn't take long before the
gentleness was overtaken by passion; passion that drove Pete and Harland
down the hall and into Pete's bedroom.
	Clothes were quickly shed, and the two found themselves naked in
Pete's bed. Hands roamed over bodies, excited by the touch of naked flesh
and becoming familiar with each other after the passing of many years.
	"I see you're still just as hairy," Pete said with a grin.
	"You as well," Harland replied. "If I remember correctly, you
always enjoyed body hair, didn't you?"
	Pete ran his fingers through the hair on Harland's chest. "I don't
remember this streak of gray before."
	Harland pulled lightly at some of Pete's chest fur. "What's this?"
he asked eyeing the strands of gray that coursed through the tangles on
Pete's chest.
	"I am fifty-one," Pete reminded.
	"You're just a kid," Harland laughed.
	"Are you a young or old fifty-six year old?" Pete asked.
	Harland reached down and latched onto Pete's cock, wrapping his
fingers around the man's thick hard shaft. He gave a tug.
	"Why don't you fuck me, then tell me what you think?"
	"Are you sure?" Pete tried to read the look on Harland's face.
	"Am I sure that I want your cock inside me? At the moment I can't
think of anything I want more," Harland assured him.
	Pete pulled a bottle of lube from the drawer in the table beside
the bed. He turned to Harland and asked, "How do you want it?"
	Harland got up on his knees, using his arms to balance his
body. "Perhaps this way," he said. "There hasn't been very much activity
back there as far as fucking. Not in years," he added.
	Pete squeezed some gel from the bottle into the palm of his
hand. Next he worked some inside Harland's ass.
	"I had forgotten how hairy your ass is," Pete remarked.
	"You used to like ass hair," Harland reminded.
	When Pete had Harland's hole greased to his liking, he coated his
dick heavily with the slippery substance. "Oh, I like it very much." Pete
pressed the head of his dick against Harland's wet entrance. "I love
pushing my cock through the stuff."
	"Go easy," Harland warned as Pete's head slipped inside him.
	"I thought Trace fucked you," Pete said.
	"He has." Harland felt some discomfort and waited for the feeling
to pass. When it did, he said, "I wouldn't tell Tracy, but he's not as big
as you are."
	Pete slid more of himself inside. "He's still a growing boy."
	"I'm sure he's going to be big like you," Harland agreed. "And just
as hairy, too."
	Pete gave another push. "I'm about half way in," he said.
	"I know." A groan followed Harland's words.
	"Are you okay, Harland?"
	"Go on in," Harland invited.
	Pete loved his son's ass, but the feel of Harland's flesh attaching
itself to his dick caused an excited shiver to travel through Pete. He slid
the rest of the way inside, balls deep, his bush pressed tightly against
Harland's two hairy cheeks.
	"Shit!" Harland cried out.
	Pete forced himself to remain completely still. "I'll wait until
you're ready, Harland."
	Harland took a deep breath. "I'm ready, Pete. Fuck me," he moaned.
	Pete began sliding back and forth through the walls of Harland's
ass. At first Pete took things slow, not wanting to cause Harland any
pain. However, too many years had passed since the two of them had been
together this way. Before long Pete began slamming into Harland's body,
craving more and more of the man's hot slippery hole. Pete had forgotten
how good it felt to have Harland's ass muscles against his cock.
	"I've missed fucking you, Harland," Pete groaned.
	"Me, too, Pete. I had forgotten how well you did it."
	Pete continued drilling Harland's ass, his balls slamming against
the man's body. Suddenly he felt them churning, and Pete knew he was about
to unload in the man's ass.
	"I'm going to shoot," he warned. "Do you want me to pull out?"
	"Fuck, no. Fill my ass with your cream."
	A short time later Pete felt the first rope of cum shoot inside
Harland's ass.
	"Fuck!" he cried.
	"Give it to me, Pete," Harland begged. "Yes!" He could feel Pete's
cum filling his ass.
	Pete slammed the man's body each time he sent another spurt into
Harland's body. When he had drained his balls, Pete pulled Harland as close
to him as humanly possible. He could feel some of his cum run out into his
pubes.
	Harland rubbed his ass against Pete's sticky bush. "I feel your cum
leaking out," he said.
	"I couldn't help it," Pete said. "You got me so excited I sent a
big load of fuck juice up you."
	"I'm not complaining."
	Still buried inside the man's ass, Pete reached around and found
Harland's cock. A heavy strand of pre cum had slipped from his head and
attached to the bed sheet.
	"We need to do something about this," Pete said. "Is he ready to
fuck me?"
	Harland leaned forward, causing Pete's cock to slide out of its
creamy nest. Some of the cum came out as well.
	"I'm not sure," Harland answered. "I don't want to hurt Tracy. Or
upset him," the man added. He fell to the bed and rolled over on his side.
	"How would fucking me hurt Trace?" Pete asked. He laid down beside
the man.
	"I know he's going to share a life with us," Harland answered
thoughtfully. "However, I never want him to think I'm trying to take his
place."
	A grin appeared on Pete's face. "Trust me, Harland, that boy is
okay with anything the two of us do. Trace would never be hurt or jealous
by anything we did together."
	"You're certain about that?"
	"More than," Pete assured him.
	"Then spread your legs, man!"
	Harland found the lube and quickly took care of business. He
crawled between Pete's legs and spread the slippery stuff everywhere it was
needed. Lying with his stomach against Pete's abdomen, Harland pushed next
to the man, the head of his hard dick rubbing next to Pete's hairy
entrance.
	Pete raised his head and gave Harland a grin. "Unlike you, I've
been fucked quite regularly. In other words, you don't have to go easy with
me."
	Harland uttered a grunt and pushed. He slipped inside without any
effort, his furry balls pressed tightly against Pete's flesh.
	"God!" Pete cried out.
	"Still like my cock inside you, I take it."
	"Fuck. Yeah, I do."
	Pete's body rose to meet Harland each time he drove into his
ass. For a few moments the two worked together, their bodies connected as
one.
	"I still believe you have the best ass in the world," Harland
moaned.
	"How many have you fucked?"
	"Only one other," Harland answered. "He's pretty good. Still,
between you and me, well, it's hard to say. You're both good."
	All words stopped, and both men lost themselves, surrounded in
their pleasure, and theirs alone. Pete slammed his body into Harland,
meeting the man's movements, enjoying the feeling of the moment.
	"Soon," Harland warned. "I'm going to put my cream up you, Pete."
	"Do it, Harland. Give me your spunk," Pete begged.
	Harland suddenly cried out. His dick thickened up and began
shooting cum out like a Fourth of July rocket. When he had finished
erupting inside Pete, Harland rested his body against the man. His cock
still buried inside the cum-filled hole, Harland leaned down and gave Pete
a kiss on the mouth.
	"I want you to know something," Harland said. "Now that you're
back, I am never going to let you leave."
	Pete's face took on a look of tenderness. "Have no worry. I am
never going anywhere. You're stuck with me forever."
	"Good."
	The two had remained where they were, their bodies connected, their
minds still doubting the morning had gone the way it had.
	"Dad? Is everything okay, Dad?"
	Jolted back to the present, Pete discovered Tracy standing in the
doorway of the kitchen.
	"Is everything okay, Dad?" Tracy asked for the second time.
	Pete gave his son a smile. "Have a seat, Trace. We need to talk."