Date: Mon, 13 Jul 2015 14:15:37 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: For Pete's Sake, Chapter 9

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CHAPTER NINE


	"Trace?
	"Yeah, Dad?"
	"You do realize that I'm stuck to your body?"
	Tracy was lying with his arms around his dad, his crotch ground
into his dad's ass. He pulled the man closer to him, forcing his body to
become almost one with his dad's.
	"Yeah, I know. I like it." Tracy rubbed himself against his dad's
flesh.
	"It is nice," Pete agreed. "However, I think I'm about ready for a
shower. How about you?"
	"Part of me says I don't want to. I'm comfortable here in bed. With
you," Tracy added.
	"We'll be back in bed soon enough," Pete promised.
	Tracy pushed a hand down into Pete's pubes. "You are kind of a mess
down there," he teased.
	"Whose fault is that?"
	"Oh, I take complete responsibility," Tracy agreed. Rubbing his
crotch against his dad, he added, "I believe I have the same mess. And we
both know who is responsible for my mess, don't we?"
	"Actually I believe you are the reason for both messes," his dad
decided.
	"Oh? I think you're mistaken, Dad."
	Pete pressed into his son's body one more time and then slid off
the bed. "No matter. I'm hitting the shower. You can either join me or stay
in bed and stink. Your choice."
	When Tracy realized his dad was leaving the room, he quickly jumped
off the bed and followed him out into the hall. He caught up with Pete in
the bathroom.
	He watched as Pete leaned over the tub and turned the water
on. Tracy enjoyed the sight of his dad's body as the man adjusted the water
temperature.
	Pete turned around and gave his son a grin. "We can shower together
or separately. Your choice."
	Tracy told his dad he thought it would be fun to shower together.
	"I thought you would say that." Pete stepped into the tub.
	Tracy followed immediately, and said, "Damn, you know how long it's
been since I've showered with you?"
	"A few years, I'm sure," Pete answered.
	"I think I was seven or eight the last time. All I can remember is
you telling me it was time I began showering alone."
	Pete gave his son's naked body an appraising look. "I said that?"
	Tracy gave a nod with his head. "You certainly did. I guess you
were afraid you might get hard in front of me, huh?"
	Pete forced his son to change places with him, putting Tracy
directly under the shower. He reached for the bar of soap in the tray.
	"That's no longer the case," Pete assured his son. "So get ready,
Trace. I'm going to give you the scrubbing of your life."
	Pete began with his son's back. After getting Tracy's back soaked
well, he took the soap and ran the bar over every inch of the boy's
back. When he had it covered heavily in suds, he turned his son around and
began working on Tracy's neck, then his chest. He lathered Tracy's chest
up, giving it a heavy coat of lather as well. He surprised Tracy by not
going on down to his crotch.
	"Aren't you forgetting something?" Tracy asked him.
	"I'm saving that for last. Front, as well as back. Raise your right
arm, Trace."
	Tracy did as his dad told him. Pete took the bar of soap and
scrubbed his son's right pit. He soaped the area well, playing with the
blond pit hair. He spent quite a bit of time with both pits.
	"I take it you enjoy playing in my pit hair," Tracy said to his
dad.
	"I do enjoy it. Like I told you earlier, Trace, I just like
hair. I'll play in my own body hair when I shower. It relaxes me."
	"I don't think what you're doing to me would be considered
relaxing," Tracy decided.
	Pete watched his son look down at his crotch. The boy was already
hard. Pete grinned and gave Tracy's dick a tug.
	"I'd have to agree with you," Pete said. "Let me finish bathing
you. Perhaps I can find a way to help you relax."
	When Pete finished with Tracy's armpits, he turned his son
around. Tracy's ass was staring Pete in the face. Pete began soaping that
ass, using the bar of soap once more to lather his son's body. He gave each
of Tracy's hips a thorough cleaning. When he was satisfied with that area,
Pete told Tracy to spread his legs.
	Tracy did as he was told. He felt his dad work the area just below
his nut sac. A shiver ran through his body.
	"That feel good to you, Son?" Pete asked.
	"God, yes, it feels good." Tracy's words ended with a moan.
	He felt his dad's hand touching everything he had down there. The
man worked on his balls, the area behind them. He was enjoying the erotic
feeling his dad's touch was giving him. Could it get any better? He
wondered.
	"Oh, shit!" Tracy couldn't help but cry out.
	"I hope not," Pete said to his son. "I'm trying to clean things up
down here. I don't need you to shit on me."
	"Not going to happen," Tracy assure him. "You're driving me out of
my fucking mind, Dad."
	"Which was my intention. I'm glad I'm doing such a good job."
	Tracy's cock was so hard that it ached between his legs. "Trust me,
you're doing a damn good job."
	Pete worked a finger inside his son's ass, driving the boy further
over the side of pleasure. Each time Tracy felt a finger up his ass, he
thought he might cum right there on the spot; without even touching his
dick.
	Pete took a few minutes to work on his son's ass, even scrubbing
thoroughly around Tracy's asshole.
	"I see you're beginning to get a little hair around your hole,
Trace."
	"You like ass hair, too?"
	"I told you, Son. I like hair everywhere on the body."
	"Fuck, I can't believe how much the two of us have in common,"
Tracy breathed.
	Pete finally told his son to turn around and face him.
	Tracy slowly moved his body, being careful not to slip and fall on
his dad. The tub was slippery from all the soap on its floor.
	When Pete saw his son's hard dick, he grinned. "Damn, somebody's
glad to see me, aren't they?"
	"He liked the ass treatment, Dad," Tracy said.
	"I can see that."
	Pete took the soap and began rubbing suds on his son's pubes. When
he was done, the blond curls were a solid white, covered in foam, some of
the strands attached to the boy's skin. He soaped Tracy's balls from the
front side, enjoying their touch against his fingers. His son had a nice
set of balls on him.
	"Trace, you seemed to have inherited my big balls. You're as big as
I am."
	"I guess that would be all the better to shoot with, huh?"
	"Trying to be funny, are you?"
	Tracy didn't answer because his dad took that moment to put more
lather on the boy's dick. Tracy thought he was going to die each time his
dad added more soap by stroking him.
	"Dad, I'm warning you," Tracy groaned. "You keep doing what you're
doing, I'm going to make another mess."
	Pete suddenly pulled his hand away from Tracy's dick. "Oh, no,
can't have that, can we?"
	Pete forced his son to stand directly under the water spray. He
washed the boy's crotch, ridding the area of all soap. When it was clear,
no sign of any white foam, Pete dropped to his knees.
	"I need to make sure you're good and clean," Pete told his son.
	Tracy felt his dad's tongue touch his shaft about half way down
between his pubes and cockhead. The licking caused Tracy to shudder,
filling his body with desire. When Pete came to the head, he licked around
it, savoring the taste as if it were an ice cream cone.
	Pete ran his tongue back down his son's hard shaft. When he reached
the hair at the base, he continued traveling with his tongue, enjoying the
feel of his son's bush tickling him. He licked all around the hair,
breathing deeply as he went. Such a sweet smell Tracy had down there.
	When Pete returned to his son's cockhead, he surprised Tracy by
swallowing him completely without any warning.
	"Oh, God," Tracy moaned.
	Pete was deep throating his son and enjoying it immensely. Suddenly
he pulled off and said, "Fuck my mouth, Trace. Fuck it hard. Slam your
crotch into my face."
	Tracy did as his father asked. He placed his hands on the back of
Pete's head and began pounding the man's face. His balls slapped his dad's
neck, while at the same time, he ground his hairy crotch into Pete's chin,
ramming his cock against the back of the man's throat.
	"Fuck, Dad, I'm going to cum!" Tracy suddenly cried out.
	Tracy felt his dad attack his cock harder, using much more
force. His balls suddenly exploded, sending a thick wad of spunk to the
back of Pete's throat. When his nuts emptied out, Tracy suddenly felt
weak. He thought his legs were going to give way and let him fall down in
the tub.
	Pete must have realized what was happening to his son. He suddenly
stood to his feet and pulled Tracy to him.
	"Lean against me, Trace," he said.
	Tracy was thankful that his dad held him up. He was glad for his
dad's support. A short time later he pulled away.
	"Damn, I thought I was going to pass out," he said.
	"Feel better now?"
	Tracy assured his dad that he was much better. He looked down at
Pete's dick. It was so fucking hard.
	"That thing just about poked a hole in me," he said. "Let's take
care of it."
	Pete motioned for his son to lean in a little. He surprised Tracy
by giving the boy a kiss on the mouth. After the initial shock, Tracy
returned his dad's kiss. Things became suddenly very heated between the
two. So much, that even though he had just shot a load, Tracy felt his dick
thickening up between them.
	"I could taste my cum, Dad. That was hot." Tracy reached down and
wrapped his fingers around Pete's cock. "Let me take care of you," he
begged.
	Pete shook his head. "You can take care of it, Son. I'd rather,
though, that you do it in the bedroom. I'm a little old for this much
activity in the shower," he added with a grin.
	"Your wish is my command," Tracy assured the man. He reached for a
towel and said, "I'll dry us off, and we'll continue this in my bed."