Date: Mon, 6 Jul 2015 03:49:05 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: For Pete's Sake, Chapter 8

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CHAPTER EIGHT


	"Dad, are you awake?" Tracy was hugging his dad's body to him.
	"I'm awake, Trace. Just been doing a lot of thinking."
	"I hope nothing bad," Tracy said.
	"Not bad at all," Pete assured his son. "Just still a little
confusing for me. I'm trying to process all of this."
	"I know it's hard for you, Dad. I didn't mean to put pressure on
you."
	"You haven't, Trace. Not really," Pete added. "I just find it hard
to believe that you think of me in the way that you do."
	"You find it hard to believe that I think your body is so hot that
it excites me the way it does? Believe me, it does. You do. You are one hot
motherfucker, Dad. Oh, excuse the French."
	"You're excused," Pete told his son and laughed. He pressed against
his son's body and said, "Okay, Trace, I answered your question. Now I have
one for you."
	"I'm listening."
	"How about you? How often do you jack off?"
	"Oh, that's an easy question to answer. I jack off two, sometimes
three times a day. It all depends on how horny I am." Tracy's cock pushed
its way into his father's crack, with only the material from their shorts
separating the two.
	Sometime during their talk, Tracy slid a hand inside Pete's
shorts. His fingers immediately came in contact with the man's pubes. He
stopped his fingers from roaming and gave the thick hair an easy
tug. Pete's cock jerked, brushing the tips of his son's fingers. Tracy's
dick went spastic inside his briefs.
	When Pete felt his son's dick move against him, he said, "You have
me at a disadvantage, Trace. You're feeling me up, but I'm not getting the
return pleasure."
	Tracy didn't comment. Instead he rolled over on his back, pulling
his dad's body with him. The two were suddenly on their backs, their sides
touching. Both father and son were hard.
	Tracy rolled back on his side and asked, "Dad, can I pull your
shorts down?"
	For an answer, Pete raised his ass enough to allow his son room to
pull the boxers down. He watched as Tracy reached inside the waistband and
gave the shorts a tug.
	Tracy was suddenly face to face with his dad's hard dick. It was
standing proudly, extending from the middle of the man's thick bush. Pete's
pubes were much like his son's, only a bit darker. Dark to the point of
almost being brown. Pre cum was stretching from the head of Pete's dick out
onto the man's lower belly.
	"It looks like you've been leaking for a while," Tracy pointed out.
	Pete reached over and pulled the thick strand from his dick. "The
silly thing actually began dripping the minute I walked inside your
bedroom, Trace."
	Tracy reached over and let his fingers trail through the man's
massive growth of cock hair. When he came to his dad's balls, he traced
around the outer area of the hairy sac. He heard his dad moan.
	"You like me touching you down there, don't you?"
	"It drives me crazy, Trace," Pete admitted. "At the same time, I
don't want you to stop."
	Tracy gave his dad's heavy balls another tug. Pete moaned louder
the second time.
	Pete suddenly pushed his son's hand away. "My turn," he said
turning over. "Get on your back."
	Tracy did as he was told. Pete motioned for him to raise up from
the bed. When he did, he felt his dad work his thumbs inside Tracy's
briefs.
	"You've seen everything I have," Pete reminded. "Now it's my turn
to check you out."
	"You've already seen almost every part of me there is to see,"
Tracy reminded his dad.
	"Yeah, well, I haven't touched everything you have. Yet."
	Pete slowly pulled his son's briefs down. Tracy's cock had been
begging to be released for quite some time. Now it leaped to freedom like a
prisoner escaping from jail.  Pete stopped when he reached his son's
knees. He left the briefs there and looked closely at Tracy's crotch area.
	"Trace, you're as hairy down there as I am," his dad pointed
out. "It's hard to believe that you are so much like me."
	"In more ways than one," Tracy reminded.
	Pete pulled his son's legs apart enough to give him a good view of
the boy's ball sac. He laughed and said, "Not much hair on your nuts
yet. Give it time, and I think your sac will be as hairy as mine."
	Pete brought his hand up and went for Tracy's dick. "God, that
thing's as big as mine," he said. "Looks like someone else is leaking all
over the place as well."
	Tracy grinned. "I always do that.  It's really embarrassing. Most
days I go around looking like I pissed my damn pants."
	"You shouldn't get so excited all of the time," his dad said.
	 "Hell, I can't help it, Dad. After all, it only happens when I'm
around you."
	"I like your bush. It's a little lighter than mine. More on the
blond side, where mine is a little closer to brown." Pete raised his son's
arms. "Your pit hair is nice and thick. I like that on a man."
      Tracy looked surprised. "You like pit hair, too?"
      Pete told him he liked hair in general.
      "Damn, so do I, Dad. We are a lot like, aren't we?"
      "Yeah, and I'm damned glad that we are."
      Tracy lay on his back and let his dad travel all over his body. Pete
enjoyed the adventure by either traveling with his hands or his fingers,
and by simply taking in his son's body with his eyes. He was just as
interested in Tracy's body hair as Tracy was his dad's.
      "I think you're going to be as hairy as I am all over really soon,
Trace. I see new body hair beginning to grow all over you. You're going to
be covered in the stuff."
      "You really do like hair?" Tracy asked.
      "I do. I've always found body hair exciting."
      Tracy reached over and wrapped a fist around his dad's dick. "I can
tell. You get harder each time the word is mentioned."
      Pete began stroking his son. "I can tell it does the same to you."
Pete looked his son directly in the eye and asked, "Tracy, can I jack you?"
      "If that's what you really want to do, Dad."
      "I think I'd like to watch you shoot. It would be another way of
comparing us."
      "I have to warn you, Dad. I shoot a shit load of spunk when I cum."
      "Another thing the two of us have in common," Pete whispered.
      Pete began slowly working his fingers back and forth, up and down his
son's dick. While he jacked Tracy with one hand, he reached down and tugged
at the boy's balls with the other. His touch was driving Tracy over the
edge.
      "I'm getting close, Dad," Tracy warned.
      His words made Pete stroke his son faster. He found it hard to
believe he was actually doing this to the boy. That he was giving Tracy so
much pleasure. Pete leaned closer and licked around the boy's
cockhead. Tracy's body gave a shudder.
      "I'm fucking going to shoot," Tracy cried out.
      Pete pulled his head back and kept jacking his son's dick.
      Tracy groaned two more times and then fell back against the bed.
      Pete eyed the white cream as it began rolling down his son's stomach
and into his sticky pubes. "You certainly do shoot a shit load, don't you,
Trace?"
      "I warned you," Tracy whispered.
      Tracy watched as his dad took his finger and ran it through the river
of cum. He was shocked when he saw the man bring the finger to his mouth
and suck the spunk off.
      "You like the stuff, Dad?"
      "I couldn't remember," Pete answered. "I used to when I was
younger. It's been years since I tasted any."
      "Back when you and Harland were spending time together?"
      Pete shook his head. "Trace, I'm not ready to talk about Harland just
yet. Perhaps one day soon. For now, I don't feel like sharing that part of
my life with you. I hope you understand."
      "I understand perfectly, Dad. It's really none of my business."
      "Well, I wouldn't go that far. It's just that for now, well, I'm not
ready to talk about it."
      Tracy looked at the hard cock between his dad's legs. "We need to
take care of more pressing things at the moment. May I, Dad?" Tracy touched
his dad's dick.
      "If you're asking to jack me off, Trace, go for it. I do need to
cum."
      Tracy thought his heart was going to explode. The thought of making
his dad shoot a load of dad cream was about to drive him out of his
mind. He wrapped his fist around the thick hard monster and began
stroking. Each time his fist landed against his dad's pubes, excess cum
would leak from his cock.
      "Oh, Trace," Pete moaned. "I had forgotten how wonderful it felt to
have another fist besides mine wrapped around my dick."
      "It's hot," Tracy agreed.
      Tracy climbed between his dad's legs. Making the move, he never
missed a stroke. He continued enjoying Pete's dick, especially the way the
man's bush moved each time he stroked him.
      Tracy looked into the man's eyes. Still jacking him, he slowly ran
the fingers of his other hand through Pete's chest hair. The movement
brought a moan from his dad's lips.
      "Oh, Trace, it's not going to take long," Pete whispered.
      "Shoot your load, Dad. I want to see how much spunk you have."
      Tracy felt his dad's body shake as he jacked the man to orgasm. He
pulled his hand away from the man's chest and placed it on Pete's ball
sac. The tight skin suddenly became rough. Tracy's did the same thing when
he was about to shoot a load.
      "You're getting ready to shoot, Dad," Tracy breathed. "I know,
because my ball sac does this same thing just before I cum."
      "Shit," Pete yelled out. "I'm shooting."
      Tracy continued stroking his dad as he watched the man shoot cum onto
his chest. The last of it went across Tracy's fingers. The thought of his
dad's cum running over his skin made Tracy's cock come alive.
      "Fuck, you're ready for round two?" Pete's face had a surprised look
as he spoke the words.
      "I probably could," Tracy said. "However, for now, I'm good."
      Tracy brought his hand to his mouth and cleaned it of his dad's
juice.
      "You really do like the stuff, don't you?" Pete commented.
      Tracy nodded. "I love it. I end up swallowing mine about half of the
time."
      Pete pulled his son down next to him. "We really are alike," he said.
      Lying beside his father, Tracy placed his hand on Pete's sticky
stomach. He worked the cum down into the man's bush. He loved feeling the
cum-filled hair attacking his skin.
      "There's only one other person in the world I want to be like. And
he's lying here next to me. Naked, and at the moment, very sticky. I think
we're going to need a shower."
      Pete gave his son a big grin. "I think you're right, Trace."