Date: Thu, 14 Jan 2016 01:36:11 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Carney Men, Chapter 10

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CHAPTER TEN


	Phillip opened his eyes and rolled over in bed. A moment later
memories from the previous night came flooding across his brain. Don was
sleeping peacefully beside him. The early morning sunlight was peeking in
the room through a window, allowing Phillip a clear view of his son's
body. Don had kicked the cover back during the night which left everything
he had visible for his dad to see.
	Phillip shook his head. Surely this was a dream, he thought. He
breathed in deeply and slowly let it out. There was definitely the aroma of
old cum in the room. Damn, it hadn't been a dream after all.
	Phillip looked at his son's sleeping face and slowly allowed his
eyes to begin their journey down his son's naked body. Brown chest hair had
attached itself to the boy's flesh, held in place by cum. Phillip's eyes
continued their travel as they followed the sticky trail leading to Don's
thick brown bush. Hair that also contained a great deal of cum as
well. Phillip discovered his son's early morning hard-on. He was so tempted
to reach down and stroke his son. However, Phillip resisted the
temptation. Don was sleeping peacefully, and Phillip was quite content to
lie there and admire his son's body.
	Don suddenly gave a snort and his eyes opened. When he realized his
dad was looking at him, Don gave Phillip a smile.
	"Morning, Dad," he greeted.
	"Morning, yourself."
	Phillip leaned over with the intention of giving his son a
kiss. Then stopping, he pulled back and said, "Sorry. I should make sure
it's okay to kiss you."
	A puzzled look appearing on Don's face, the boy asked, "Why would
you need to ask my permission to kiss me? Wasn't it perfectly alright last
night?"
	"Last night was all about passion," Phillip reminded his son.
	With a nod of his head, Don said, "True, there was a lot of passion
in this room. Along with that, however, was love as well. At least I
thought love was involved."
	"Definitely love," Phillip assured him.
	Phillip leaned over once more and this time placed his lips on
Don's mouth. The two men, father and son, shared a warm and very arousing
moment with each other. Phillip's dick suddenly filled out. Both men had
aching hard-ons.
	It surprised Phillip when his son suddenly pulled away.
	"What's wrong?" Phillip asked.
	Don sniffed the air. "I smell coffee. Grandpa's up."
	"So, what's your point?"
	Don took in the two naked bodies and said, "For starters, this. I
don't want to give Grandpa a heart attack."
	 Phillip paused for a moment and allowed several thoughts to flow
across his brain. Then making a decision, he told his son to close the
door.
	The look on Don's face was very readable.  It was plain to see that
he thought his dad was crazy. He remained in bed next to Phillip's naked
body.
	"I'm serious, Don," Phillip finally said. "We need to talk."
	Deciding his father must not be completely off his rocker, Don left
the bed and quietly walked to the door. He quickly shut it and returned to
bed. He fully expected his dad to begin with some sort of sex play, and
when Phillip sat up in bed, his back against the headboard, he couldn't
keep the look of disappointment from showing on his face.
	"You're really serious? About talking, I mean."
	Phillip gave the bed a pat with his hand and told his son to have a
seat beside him. He gave his son a big grin.
	"Of course I'm serious. I know, you thought it was sex time. Sorry
if you're disappointed. Perhaps after our talk something might pop up."
	Phillip reached over and touched his son's dick. He was surprised
to find it had lost some of its hardness. He was also pleased to notice his
touch made Don hard again.
	Pulling his hand away, Phillip said, "There are some things you
need to know, Don. I had you close the bedroom door not because I thought
the presence of you in my bed would shock your grandfather, but for another
reason. I didn't want you to be embarrassed."
	"You really think Grandpa wouldn't be embarrassed if he saw me in
bed with you? Both of us naked?"
	Phillip shook his head. "No, not in the least. However, I was
thinking of you and not your grandfather."
	Phillip took a deep breath and continued. "You see, Don, it was
actually Grandpa's suggestion that the two of us sleep together while you
were here. Oh, trust me, he would have been very willing to share his bed
with you."
	"I remember sleeping here as a kid," Don said when his father
paused. "He would almost always lie in bed with me until I fell asleep,"
Don remembered.
	"True," Phillip said. "I know he did.
	Phillip looked at his son closely, and suddenly he felt overwhelmed
by everything that had taken place between him and his dad. With Douglas.
And now, the night before with his son. The things the two of them had done
the previous night left Phillip numb as well.  Because of this, Phillip
found himself cutting to the chase and sugar coating nothing.
	"Your grandpa and I are sleeping together, Phillip."
	His words failed to register on his son.
	"I don't understand," Don said shaking his head.
	Thinking he had fucked up completely, Phillip said, "What I'm
trying to say is that Grandpa and I have...feelings for each other."
	It finally became clear to Don what his father was trying to tell
him. The puzzled look left his face.
	"You and Grandpa? Fucking?"
	Phillip gave his son a nod. "We are," he said.
	When Don didn't offer a comment, Phillip asked, "Are you
disappointed in me, Don?"
	Don's face suddenly broke out in a big grin. "Disappointed? Hell,
no! Turned on by the thought? Hell, yeah!"
	Phillip suddenly felt relieved. For a moment, he thought he might
have driven his son away from him.
	Don leaned over and kissed his father on the mouth.  Then pulling
back, he said, "I want to hear every detail about the two of you. I want
nothing left out."
	"What do you want to know?" Phillip asked.
	Don was quiet for a moment. Then, "Describe Grandpa to me. What's
his body like? Isn't he old and wrinkled?"
	Phillip laughed. "I guess to you, someone your grandpa's age must
seem old. Hell, you probably think I'm an old man, don't you?"
	Don eyed his father's body and said, "There's not a fucking thing
wrong or old about your body, Dad. Can't you see how excited you make me?"
Don wrapped his fingers around his dick and stroked himself.
	"Shit, you're young, Don. Your dick still gets hard just by rubbing
in your pants."
	"I asked you to tell me about Grandpa," Don reminded.
	"Look at my body, Don," Phillip said. "Start with my chest and make
your way down to my feet. Tell me what you see."
	Don reached over and placed a hand on his father's upper chest. The
older man's chest hair curled around his son's fingers.
	"I see a nice carpet of hair beginning at the base of your neck. I
see it traveling down your belly and then spreading around your dick." Don
used his hands to pull his father's legs apart. I see a furry nut sac
covered with little brown hairs. Then below your sac I see more brown hair
heading toward your ass. Where I would imagine that if I looked, I would
see more thick hair growing around your hole. Am I correct?"
	"You would be," Phillip assured his son. "Okay, describing me the
way you have, I can assure you that you have just described your
grandfather as well. Once the two of us began doing a bit of comparing, I
was shocked to see how much the two of us are alike.  Your grandpa and me,
that is. And now that I've seen you naked, hell, the three of us are a
perfect match. So far as I can tell, the only difference with you is your
bush. It's a little darker than mine and your grandfather's."
	"Has Grandpa fucked you?"
	"Yes."
	"What about you? Have you fucked Grandpa?"
	"I have."
	Don's hand went back to his cock. He stroked it a few times. "That
is so fucking hot," he moaned.
	"Grandpa's only fucked me a time or two," Phillip explained. "On
the other hand, I've fucked him several times."
	"Why? Is it because you would rather fuck than get fucked?"
	Since Phillip was trying to be as honest with his son as he
possibly could, he said, "Truth of the matter is that your grandpa is so
big that I haven't gotten used to him being up there yet."
	Don reached over and wrapped a fist around his father's
dick. "Grandpa's even bigger than this?"
	His son's touch caused Phillip to moan. He said, "He's not any
longer than me, I don't think. However, he is thicker than I am. Trust me,
it took forever for me to be able to take all of him."
	Don's mouth was suddenly very dry, and the words he spoke came out
scratchy.
	"I'm definitely going to have to come home more for visits," Don
remarked.
	"So how do you feel about your grandpa?"
	"What do you mean?"
	"You do realize that he's probably been standing outside the door
ever since you shut it. I'm sure he's straining to see if he can hear
anything."
	Don was shocked. "Would he actually do that?"
	"Hell, Don, the first or second night I was here, the man lay in
bed and jacked off knowing that I was just outside his door watching."
	"Seriously?"
	"Oh, yeah. I could tell you stories about that man that would make
you shoot so much cum your balls would ache.
	"I'm listening."
	Phillip smiled and looked deeply into his son's eyes. He said,
"Perhaps later, Don. I'm not ready for you to fuck me yet, but what would
you think about doing something I call a crack fuck?"
	"I take it that's when I fuck your crack, rather than your hole?"
	"Precisely. Would you settle for that? For now?"
	"Can I cream your ass crack?"
	"I'll let you make that decision. As for me, I hope you cream my
crack good."
	Phillip crawled between his son's legs and began licking Don's
balls. The little brown hairs tickled his tongue as he made his way up the
boy's shaft. When he reached the head of Don's dick, Phillip went over the
top and licked his way down the topside of his son's shaft. When his tongue
came to the boy's bush, he traveled through the middle of it, his tongue
leaving a wet trail through curls, sticky from the cum that had been placed
there the night before.
	Phillip came up off his son's cock and smiled at the boy. "Your
turn."
	Phillip rolled over on his left side. He placed his right hand on
his right hip and gave it a pull. With his other hand, he reached for the
bottle of lube on the table beside the bed. He held it over his shoulder.
	"You might need this. It will definitely increase the intensity of
the feeling to your dick."
	Don took the bottle from his father, and in a short time, he was
behind Phillip. He ran a finger along his dad's crack.
	"You are definitely hairy back here," he said to his dad.
	"Your grandfather's the same way," Phillip said. "When you're
fucking my crack, just know that your grandfather looks the same as me back
there."
	"You two are going to drive me crazy," Don told his dad.
	Phillip could feel his son's naked flesh, and he pushed against
it. He felt Don's hairy dick at once slide into his ass crack. The boy's
hairy balls were resting at the bottom of his father's ass.
	Don groaned. "Fuck."
	"You okay?"
	"Oh, yeah. I just never would have thought rubbing your crack would
feel this good," Don answered.
	"It feels good to me as well," Phillip said. "I can feel your bush
grinding into me. That alone is hot."
	Don began working his slippery cock along his father's hairy
crack. The movement felt good to both men.
	As Don worked his dick along Phillip's crack, he placed one hand on
his father's shoulder. The other went over Phillip and crawled through the
man's chest hair. Seconds later, Don found his father's dick. He began
stroking it, matching the movement with the crack fucking he was giving
Phillip.
	Phillip moaned. The sound encouraged Don to stroke the man faster,
as well as increase the fuck motion his dick was giving his dad.
	It wasn't long before Phillip warned his son that he was about to
shoot.
	Don didn't respond. He continued stroking his dad's dick and
fucking the man's crack. Don was actually the first to cum.
	"I'm going to shoot, Dad," he said.
	"Yeah, son, cream my ass. Fill my hairy crack with your thick
juice."
	"Fuck."
	Phillip felt the first rope of his son's cum to travel along his
crack, followed by several more heavy jets of the spunk. As Don continued
stroking his father, Phillip felt his orgasm rise up from his groin.
	"I'm going to shoot, Don," he warned. "You might want to remove
your hand."
	For an answer, Don continued stroking his father, his fist jerking
the man's cock fiercely.
	Phillip suddenly cried out, "Don't stop now, Don. I'm going to
cover your hand with my hot load. Shit!"
	With his son still jacking him, Phillip began fucking Don's fist
with his cock, grinding his bush into the boy's flesh. Cum flew out of his
dick and landed on Don's fingers. Don continued stroking his dad until the
man's dick had stopped erupting its load.
	Finally, the two drained, both men, father and son, remained where
they were in bed, their bodies touching, but neither of them speaking. The
room was filled with silence and the fresh scent of cum mixed together with
old from the night before.
	Sometime later, Don said, "Okay, I'm ready for another Grandpa
story."
	"I could tell you another story," Phillip agreed. "However, I might
have a better idea."
	"What would that be?"
	"Why don't I go and get your grandfather and bring him to bed with
us. Do you think you're ready for that?"
	"I'm okay with it, if you think he is," Don said.
	Phillip's feet hit the floor. "I'll go get him."
	Phillip opened the door. He stepped out into the hallway, his body
naked and smelling of both fresh and old cum.
	As he disappeared from his son's sight, Phillip called out, "Dad,
where are you?"