Date: Fri, 26 Jun 2015 00:34:07 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: For Pete's Sake, Chapter 7

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CHAPTER SEVEN


	Tracy walked down the hall to his bedroom with his dad right behind
them. When the two walked into Tracy's room, neither of them had any idea
what might happen. Tracy fell down on the bed, his feet touching the
floor. Pete sat next to his son. Silence filled the room, surrounding the
two men. Tracy finally stretched out on the bed.
	"Lie with me, Dad?" Tracy indicated the empty side of his bed.
	Not saying a work, Pete did as his son asked. Lying next to son's
body, he made sure there was space between them.
	Tracy wanted to say something, but he couldn't seem to find the
right words. Then he decided to use a bit of humor, and at the same time,
be as direct with his Dad as possible.
	"So, tell me, Dad, how often do you jack off?"
	To say the least, Pete was shocked almost beyond words. He looked
into his son's eyes for a full moment before anything came out of his
mouth.
	"Nothing like getting down to brass tacks, is there?"
	A grin appeared on Tracy's face. He said, "It's the only way to
be."
	Pete looked up. He appeared to be searching the ceiling for an
answer. Then looking into his son's face once more, he asked, "Are you
really serious about this?"
	"Dead serious, Dad. Enquiring minds just want to know."
	"You honestly do?"
	"Do I actually want to know whether or not you jack off?" Tracy
gave his dad a nod and said, "Hell, yeah, I want to know. Dad, you have a
hot body."
	Pete brought up the subject of Harland again. He asked about his
son's visit with the man.
	"What the man told me was that the two of you became close friends
when you were young. A special friendship, if you will."
	Looking back at the ceiling once more, Pete's eyes took on a
faraway look. Then he admitted to Tracy that he and the man had been close
when they were young. The two of them, he and Harland, had spent a lot of
time together during their younger days.
	"What happened?" Tracy asked.
	"I married your mother," Pete reminded.
	Tracy shook his head. "I don't understand.  Why would your marriage
to Mom put a halt to your friendship?"
	"It just didn't seem right," his dad pointed out.
	"It wasn't as if you were cheating on Mom. Harland wasn't a woman."
	"Harland and I remained close right up to the time of my
marriage. I spent my last free night with him. The night before I married
your mom."
	"And after that, the two of you were never together again?"
	Pete shook his head. "It just didn't seem right."
	Tracy was curious about something else. "Mom's been gone six
years. Are you saying the two of you have never reconnected? Not even once
since Mom died?"
	"I've thought about it a few times," Pete admitted. "I just never
attempted to make it happen."
	"Can I ask you something else, Dad?"
	Pete allowed his lips to form a smile on his face. "Why stop now,
Trace?"
	"Have you ever thought about remarrying?"
	"Why would you ask that, Trace? Do you want me to?" Pete was
shocked by his son's words.
	"I want you happy, Dad. That's all."
	"I could never love another woman the way I loved your mother."
	"What about a man? Could you love a man?"
	"Another man?" Pete rolled over on his side, facing his son head
on.
	"What about Harland? Did you love him? Did you have feelings for
him?"
	Pete became thoughtful. Then he said, "I never thought of myself as
loving Harland. All those years we ran around and did things together, I
just thought of him as a very special man. One that I could be intimate
with and nothing more. A friend I could share a special feeling with," he
added.
	Tracy rolled over and looked into his dad's face. "Do you love me,
Dad?"
	Pete pushed away from his son. "How the hell could you ask such a
thing, Trace? Of course I love you."
	"I know you love me, Dad," Tracy said. He moved closer to the man's
body. "But do you love me enough and in a way that you could share those
same feelings with me? The intimacy you spoke of with Harland; could you
share that with me?"
	Pete studied his son, remaining quiet. A tear suddenly made its way
down the man's cheek.
	Tracy placed a hand on his dad's chest. "Dad, I'm sorry if I've
upset you. That wasn't my intention."
	With a catch in his voice, Pete said to his son, "You didn't upset
me, Trace. It just amazes me that you could feel this way about me."
	Another moment went by before Tracy spoke. Then, "I do feel this
way, Dad. I had these feelings even before Mom died. I just didn't act on
them. I think after we lost her is when they really surfaced. I miss her so
much. I can't even imagine how you feel."
	Neither Tracy nor his dad spoke for a time. Finally Tracy said,
"Dad, can we do something? Can we strip down to our shorts? I would love to
snuggle with you next to me."
	Pete seemed to hesitate for a moment. Finally he said, "Are you
certain about this, Trace?"
	Tracy gave a nod and said, "At this very moment, I can think of
nothing I want more than holding you next to me."
	Another awkward moment passed between the two. Neither seemed to
want to make the first move. Finally Tracy seized the moment by pulling his
shirt up over his head. He stood there in front of his dad displaying his
naked chest.
	Even though he didn't speak, Tracy could tell that his dad was
looking closely at his bare skin. Tracy glanced down at his chest and then
cast his eyes back on his dad's face.
	"My chest is still fairly smooth," he pointed out.
	"I was the same way when I was your age," Pete said.
	"So I've heard," Tracy admitted.
	"Harland again?"
	"Dad, you have to realize something. What little information
Harland shared with me concerning the two of you, he was very
respectful. The man still cares a lot about you."
	Tracy watched as his dad began unbuttoning his shirt. When Pete had
undone the last one, Tracy watched as the man pulled it from his body. Even
though he had seen his dad's bare chest many times, Tracy found himself
glued to it now. Pete had a good deal of chest hair. It was the same shade
of blond hair that covered his son's head. There were only a few strands of
gray making their way through the tangled growth. Tracy couldn't help but
notice the thick amount of pit hair his dad had. He also noticed the nice
treasure trail Pete had. It crawled along his lower belly and disappeared
behind the waist of the man's jeans.
	"So my chest looks like yours when you were my age?"
	Pete assured him that it did.
	"Then hopefully when I'm a bit older I'll look more like you."
Tracy gave his dad a smile.
	"You want a hairy chest?" Pete's face had a look of surprise on it.
	Tracy nodded. "I do. I think hairy is sexy."
	Another moment, not quite as awkward this time, passed before Tracy
reached for his shorts. He tucked his thumbs inside and slowly pulled them
down. When they fell to his feet, Tracy kicked them out of the way. Even
though he was wearing briefs, he was sure his dad couldn't help but see
that he was hard. His cock was fighting the material, trying to get
free. Tracy stood as straight as he could. He wanted to give Pete the best
view possible.
	Once again Pete took his son's body in. His eyes traveled from
Tracy's defined chest down to the only thing left covering his son's
crotch; a pair of blue briefs. His eyes remained there for a long
time. Then finally shaking his head, Pete unsnapped his jeans and pulled
the zipper down. After a second or two of hesitation, he began sliding the
jeans down. Having stepped out of them, he straightened up and looked his
son directly in the eye.
	Tracy had looked at his dad's hairy chest long enough. He was more
interested now in what grew underneath the cotton boxers that were
left. Tracy loved the way Pete's treasure trail grew widespread and
disappeared behind his shorts. The sight made his dick harder. He wasn't
embarrassed that his dad could see it behind his briefs.
	Tracy fell to the bed and motioned for Pete to join him. His heart
sped up when he felt the bed move under his dad's weight. When he realized
that Pete was on his side, his back to him, Tracy silently moved closer to
the man.
	At first Tracy wasn't exactly sure what to do. He definitely didn't
want to do anything that would upset his dad. He was pretty sure that Pete
was still uncomfortable with all this. Tracy finally placed his arms over
his dad, his hands resting in the man's thick chest hair. He decided that
for the time being, he would go no farther.
	"Are you okay, Dad," he finally asked. He was almost afraid of what
Pete's answer might be.
	Pete didn't answer his son's question.
	Silently Tracy thought, "Shit, I've fucked everything up."
	Just as Tracy was about to speak, he was surprised to feel Pete
push against him.
	Again, Tracy thought, "Oh, God. He's going to feel my hard-on."
	Tracy couldn't help but push away from Pete enough to break their
body contact. When he did, Pete also moved. His body was once more touching
Tracy's.
	Tracy forced himself to lay there for a time without moving or
speaking. Finally he felt he had to say something.
	"I take it you are okay?"
	Pete didn't answer his son at first. Finally he said, "It's nice
being close like this."
	"Does that mean you're at least somewhat comfortable?"
	"I'm getting there. Try and remember, Trace, it's been a very long
time since I've opened up to these sort of feelings."
	Not caring if Pete felt his hard dick or not, Tracy pulled himself
closer, forcing his cock to push against the man's ass.
	"I do understand, Dad."
	For a time, Tracy lay with his hands on his dad's chest. Finally he
couldn't resist any longer. His began to move slowly down Pete's chest. He
loved travelling through the man's chest hair. When he came to the
waistband of his dad's boxers, Tracy paused for a moment.
	When Pete didn't seem to object, Tracy's fingers crawled across the
front of the man's shorts. He found his dad's dick at once. Tracy was both
surprised and excited to find that his dad was hard.
	Not trusting himself to move, Tracy left his hand where it was;
pushed against the head of Pete's cock. Again, he waited for any sign his
dad might give. Whether to continue or stop. When nothing came, Tracy
gently squeezed the man's dick.
	A shiver went through Pete's body, but he didn't say anything.
	"Dad?"
	"Yeah, Trace?"
	"Just know that I love you so much."
	"I know that, Son. I love you, too. Trace, there's nothing I
wouldn't do for you."
	Tracy gave his dad's dick another squeeze; this time, not as
gentle.  Pushing as close as humanly possible, he said, "That's fairly
obvious. After all, look at what we're doing."
	"Trace?"
	"Yeah, Dad?"
	"I'm going to ask this one last time: Are you certain this is what
you want?"
	Speaking softly, Trace said, "More than anything, Dad."
	"Then I'll answer your question. Trace, I jack off. Almost every
day," his dad added.
	"I know that, Dad," Tracy whispered.