Date: Sat, 5 Dec 2015 03:34:29 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Carney Men, Chapter Three

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CHAPTER THREE


	Phillip's first thought was, "Oh, shit!" He was standing outside
his father's bedroom door with his shorts down to his knees, holding a fist
full of cum.
	"Sorry if I disturbed you, Dad," were the words that finally came
out of Phillip's mouth. "The older I get, the more I have to pee. I was
heading for the bathroom."
	"You didn't disturb me, Son. I'm going to sleep now. Goodnight."
	"Night, Dad."
	Phillip hurried into the bathroom, his shorts still down to his
knees. How fucking crazy was he, he wondered? He quickly shut the door
behind him. What had he been thinking, for God's sake?
	Phillip flipped the switch flooding the room with light. He washed
the cum from his hand, sending it down the sink drain. Most of his spunk
had landed in his hand; however, some had landed on his lower
belly. Phillip reached for the rag he had used to clean his body earlier
and removed the cum. He tossed the rag to the tub, pulled his shorts up and
left the bathroom.
	Douglas' room was dark this time. Phillip went into his room and
fell on the bed. He was exhausted, but it was a long time before sleep came
to him. Phillip Carney was becoming confused. Strange feelings were
surfacing, and Phillip wasn't sure what to think about them. Never in a
million years would he have thought that he would be sexually excited by
the sight of his father's body. What the hell was happening to him?
	The thought that finally sent Phillip into Dreamland was this: The
reason for all of this was actually quite simple. He and Sandra had not had
sex for almost two years. His only relief had been when he jacked
off. Hell, that had to be the reason.
	On that thought, Phillip Carney finally drifted off to sleep.

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	When Phillip woke the next morning, it took him a moment to realize
where he was. Even though it was his second night sleeping at his father's
house, it didn't register with him right away. He remained in bed allowing
his body to wake up. It surprised him that he had rested so well. After he
finally went to sleep, Phillip never moved until morning.
	Phillip sat up in bed. He could smell coffee. His father must
already be awake. Phillip was more than ready for a cup.
	Not bothering to put a shirt on, Phillip left the room wearing only
his boxer shorts. The aroma of coffee was stronger in the hall. He made his
way toward the kitchen. As Phillip reached the bathroom door, he was
startled when it suddenly opened. He was even more startled when Douglas
met him face to face. His father was as naked as the day he had been
born. Douglas' body was damp, and it was evident the man had just finished
taking a shower.
	"Sorry, Dad." When Phillip made a move to turn around, his father
stopped him.
	"No need to turn around, Son." Douglas made no attempt to cover
himself up. "I'm used to running around like this. There's usually no one
here except your mother."
	"It's your home, Dad." Phillip forced himself to look his father in
the face, rather than his crotch. "You have every right to behave anyway
you choose."
	"I agree. Same goes for you. It's just the two of us, so I want you
to be as comfortable as you want."
	Douglas made a move to pass his son. As he stood shoulder to
shoulder with Phillip, Douglas said, "I'm going to get dressed. The coffee
should be ready."
	Phillip watched his father walk down the hall to his bedroom. The
older man never turned around. He moved slowly. For whatever reason,
Phillip couldn't take his eyes off his father's back. The man certainly had
a nice body for his age.
	When his father disappeared from sight, Phillip turned back around
and headed for the kitchen. He was definitely ready for coffee now. Phillip
walked into the kitchen and stopped. He reached inside his shorts and
adjusted his dick. His father's naked body had caused him to get hard,
adding to his confusion.
	Phillip poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down at the
table. He focused on his coffee and pushed the image of his dad's naked
body from his mind. When Douglas joined him at the table, Phillip was
relieved to feel his cock going soft inside his shorts.
	The two men, father and son, spent the morning around Douglas'
kitchen table. They drank coffee and talked about many things... memories
from Phillip's childhood, Douglas' years with Edith, and finally Phillip's
marriage and the birth of his son, Don. What they didn't bring up was the
fact that Douglas knew his son had seen him jacking off the night before or
that Douglas had found his son's tissue filled with cum and had taken it to
bed with him. Those things were never mentioned.
	That afternoon Douglas asked Phillip if he was going home or
spending another night with him. He added, "Not that I'm trying to run you
off, Phil. You're welcome here long as you want."
	"I've been thinking about that, Dad. If you're okay with it, I
think I'll go home this afternoon. How are you doing?"
	For a moment it looked as if Douglas was going to tear up. Then a
determined look came on his face, and he gave his son a smile.
	"I'll miss having you here, Phil. However, your place is at home
with Sandra. I would like for you and Don to spend at least one night with
me this weekend while he's here."
	"Count on it, Dad. I know he wants to spend a little time with his
grandpa."
	Phillip repacked his bag and soon told his father goodbye. "I'll
see you this weekend, if not sooner." He gave Douglas a hug. "I love you,
Dad."
	"I love you, Son. You are such a good son. I hope you realize
that."
	Phillip gave the man's shoulder a pat. "I'm damned good," he
grinned. "I'll call you later on."
	When Phillip walked into his house half an hour later, he was met
by Sandra.
	"You're back," was her greeting.
	"I am."
	Phillip tried to give his wife a kiss, but she stepped to the side.
	"I really thought you'd be spending another night with Douglas."
	"I thought it might be a good idea to kind of get him used to being
alone."
	Phillip walked down the hall intending to drop his bag off in his
room.
	"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Sandra asked.
	Phillip paused for a moment; then he continued down the hall.
	He walked into the bedroom and dropped his bag on the bed. When he
turned around, Sandra was standing in the doorway.
	"How the hell should I know, Sandra?"
	"Don't be upset, Phil. All I was saying was this: Your father might
need you right now, and I'm okay with being here at home."
	"You're okay being here with me gone. That's what you're really
saying, isn't it?"
	"Phil, don't be so dramatic. I was just thinking of your father."
Sandra turned to leave the room.
	Phillip didn't follow her. Instead, he remained where he was,
trying to focus his thoughts on his wife's words. He sat on the side of the
bed and stared out one of the windows. Finally he took a deep breath and
reached a decision. Phillip stood to his feet and went to the closet. He
pulled some luggage out and tossed it on the bed.
	Phillip went back to the closet and began pulling clothes out. He
left some on hangers; the rest he packed inside a suitcase. Fifteen minutes
later he had packed everything he thought he would need for a few days.
	Sandra watched as he carried the things out to his car. When he
returned, she was in the kitchen.
	"I'm not in the habit of staying anywhere I'm not wanted or
needed," he said. "You want me to go to Dad's? Well, I'll go. However, you
need to know one thing. Don's coming in this weekend. I'm sure he wants to
spend some time with you. I hope like hell you don't try to force him into
making any kind of choice."
	"Don's coming?" Sandra's face showed surprise.
	"That's what he told me last night."
	"Did you say anything to him about – this?"
	"This? What the hell is `this'?" Phillip made his way through the
door that led to the garage.
	"Call me this weekend and tell me what the plans are." Sandra
turned and left the room.
	Phillip watched his wife leave his sight. Then shaking his head, he
went out to his car. He backed out of the garage and made a return trip to
his father's home.
	Phillip didn't call and tell his dad he was returning so soon. He
didn't have the energy it would take to bring the words out. Instead, he
made the half hour trip lost in his thoughts. He couldn't for the life of
him, decide what the problem was between him and Sandra. They had been
happy at one time. Hadn't they?
	When Phillip let himself into his dad's house with a key, he called
out, "Dad, I'm back."
	He stood inside with clothes tossed over his shoulder and holding
one of his luggage bags.
	"Phillip, is everything okay? I was expecting you to call, not drop
by. Although you are very welcomed here."
	Douglas stood beside his son and looked at the luggage. "I take it
you're spending the night." It was a statement, not a question.
	"Is that alright?" Phillip sat his heavy bag down on the floor.
	"More than," Douglas assured his son. He reached for the luggage
and said, "Let me give you a hand."
	"I've brought a couple of suits, Dad. I hope that's okay with
you. I need to go into the office some this week. I really didn't know what
to bring; or how long I would be here."
	 Douglas asked his son to join him in the living room, adding, "You
can unpack your things later.
	"Now, tell me what's going on here," Douglas said falling into his
recliner.
	"I don't have a clue. I thought perhaps my time here with you would
be good for both Sandra and me. Yet when I walked into the house this
afternoon, she made it very clear that she would prefer to be alone. She
tried to tell me I needed to be here for you. And I realize that, Dad. I
will always be here for you. For now, Sandra has made it very clear that
she wants me to be here and not back home with her."
	"I'm so sorry, Son." Douglas' face suddenly showed sadness.
	They talked a few moments longer and then Phillip told his dad he
was going to unpack his things.
	"Why don't you bring us a beer?" Phillip asked. "I'd like to have
your company while I put my things away."
	Phillip went to his room and began unpacking. He had emptied the
smallest bag when his father joined him with their drinks.
	Phillip was hanging the last item of clothing in the closet when
his dad said something that got his attention.
	Turning to face the man, Phillip asked, "What did you say, Dad?"
	"I said I think I understand what you're going through. You and
Sandra, I mean."
	Phillip grabbed his bottle off the dresser and took a
drink. Sitting on the side of the bed, he looked across the room at his
father. Douglas was sitting in the only chair in the room.
	"You and Sandra are not intimate, are you?"
	Phillip didn't know if he was shocked or embarrassed by the
question his father had just asked.
	"That's a bit personal, Dad." Phillip took another drink of beer.
	"I know that," Douglas agreed quietly.
	Phillip silently looked at his father. He couldn't think of
anything to say to the man.
	"Phillip, your mother and I loved each other very much."
	"I know you did," Phillip answered.
	"Your mother loved me, yes. About five years ago she told me she no
longer wanted to have—sex.  She said she didn't enjoy it anymore."
	Phillip stood to his feet. "Damn it, Dad, I don't want to think
about the two of you doing— having sex."
	"Maybe you should hear it," Douglas told his son.
	"It's your home, and you can damn well do and say whatever the hell
you want. If it's sex you're going to talk about, then I'm going for
another beer."
	"Bring me one, too," Douglas called after his son.
	In one way, the trip from the bedroom out to the kitchen seemed
like a million miles away; yet in another, it was too short. Phillip
grabbed two bottles from the refrigerator and returned to the bedroom.
	He handed one to his father. "I'm pretty much finished in here," he
told his dad. "Let's go into the living room where it's more comfortable."
	Once they were sitting down, Douglas was the first to speak.
	"I only brought the subject up because I wanted you to know I've
gone through the same thing. I know some of what you're feeling."
	"You and Mom seemed happy right up to the very last moment,"
Phillip remarked.
	"We were happy," his dad agreed. "As for your mother and me: we
were always happy. The only thing that changed in the last few years we
were together was the way I—how I had to achieve satisfaction."
	At a loss for words, Phillip remained silent, concentrating on the
bottle in his hand.
	"I know you saw me taking care of myself," Douglas finally said.
	"I realize that."
	"It broke my heart when I discovered you had to do the same
thing. I didn't want that kind of life for you, Son."
	"Do you know how embarrassed I was when I realized that tissue was
missing from the trash? When I knew you had found it?"
	"I did it intentionally," Douglas said.
	"Did what intentionally? Empty the trash?"
	"I left my bedroom door opened on purpose so you would catch me
jacking off. I wanted you to see—I wanted you to know it was okay for
you to do it. Not that you needed my permission," Douglas hastily added.
	"It didn't take me long to realize it hadn't been an accident. To
be honest, seeing you jerk off wasn't my main concern."
	Douglas looked surprised. "Well, if jerking my dick didn't bother
you, what did?"
	Phillip gave a slight shake of his head. "I think it's more
confusion than concern that I'm feeling."
	"You know you can tell me anything," Douglas reminded his son.
	"Why the hell am I excited by the sight of your body?"
	"You enjoyed looking at me?"
	Phillip lifted his drink and drained the rest of the
bottle. "That's what confuses me, Dad," he said sitting the bottle on the
table beside the sofa. He looked across the room at his father. "At first I
tried to tell myself I was only curious; comparing, I guess. That's why I
continued looking when I should have turned away."
	"Comparing? Me to you?" Douglas drank the last of his beer. "Why
would you do that, Phil? I'm an old man. You're young; a boy still."
	Phillip decided the beer must have been responsible for the words
that came out of his mouth next. He said, "Honestly, Dad? Have you looked
in the mirror lately?"
	"Tell me, Phil, when you look at me, what do you see?"
	"I see exactly what I will be when I am your age."
	"An old man?"
	"Dad, seventy-two is not old by today's standard. I'm not sure what
seventy-two is supposed to look like, but, God, Dad, you have a great body
for a seventy-two year old man."
	Douglas gave his son a smile. "Do you know what I see when I look
at you?"
	When Phillip didn't answer, his father said, "When I look at you,
Phil, it makes me remember what it was like to be young. I can hardly
believe the similarities between us."
	This time when he spoke, Phillip knew for certain the beer was
doing the talking. He stood up and said, "Let me show you how much the two
of us are alike."
	Phillip stood by the sofa and slowly pulled his shirt off. He let
it fall to the floor and stood facing his father. Smiling he said, "I know
this isn't any surprise to you. You've seen my chest many times. I guess
what surprised me most was how much we are alike there. I can't remember
you ever going around the house without a shirt when I was growing up."
	"I didn't," Douglas answered. "Your mother didn't like for me to go
around the house that way."
	Standing still, Phillip ran his fingers through the thick brown
chest hair that covered his stomach.
	"You did inherit my hairy chest," Douglas acknowledged.
	Phillip unsnapped his shorts and gave the zipper a tug. He dropped
them to the floor and gave a kick. His boxers were the only thing keeping
him from being naked in front of his father.
	"Do you want to see other similarities?"
	Douglas ran his tongue over his lips. "I think I would like to see
that," he answered.
	Phillip thought, "What the fuck am I doing?" Aloud he said, "I
think you will be able to see for yourself, Dad, just how much the two of
us are alike."
	Phillip took a deep breath and began sliding his boxers down. The
slow movement of his hands gave his father a teasing look at his son's
pubes. Brown hair gradually crawled over the waistband and waved at the
older man across the room.
	Phillip's hands came to a stop, his boxers hiding most of his man
area. "You're sure about this, Dad?"
	Phillip watched as his father rubbed his crotch. It looked like the
man was trying to rearrange his cock.  "I can't explain why, Phil, but more
than anything I would love to be able to compare the two of us."
	"Okay, but I have to warn you about something. Dad, I—I have a
hard-on."
	"So do I, Son," Douglas assured his son. "I'm not sure why, but I
am really hard. Harder than I've been in years."
	"Are you sure you want to see me in this condition, Dad?"
	"I am." The words Douglas Carney spoke were soft as they flowed
from his mouth.
	Phillip took another deep breath and tugged his boxers the rest of
the way down to his ankles. He stepped out of them and stood before his
father, naked as the day he had been born.
	"Oh, Phil. I can't believe that I'm about to say this. I cannot
imagine anyone giving up on a body as magnificent as yours. What the hell
is Sandra thinking?"
	"Honestly?" Phillip paused a moment. Then, "I think Sandra likes
me. I think she even loves me. As for being in love with me—I think she
has made that perfectly clear—she is no longer in love with me." Phillip
felt his cock lose some of its hardness.
	"Phil, you are my son, and my loyalty will always be to
you. However, the woman has to be out of her fucking mind to allow someone
like you slip to away."
	Phillip's face suddenly felt hot. "Did my father actually say
`fuck'?"
	"I've been known to say the word before," Douglas defended himself.
	Whether it was the beer or just the situation, Phillip had not a
clue; however he asked, "Dad, you have had the chance to compare the two of
us. Can I be allowed the same privilege?"
	"You want to see me? Naked?"
	"Well, it's not as if I haven't already had the opportunity to look
at you. I just want to be able to do it now and not feel guilty about it."
	"Guilty?" Douglas looked his son directly in the eye. "Why the hell
would you feel guilty?"
	"Well, to be honest, when I saw you through the bedroom door, I was
afraid you might catch me looking at you."
	"You do remember that I purposely gave you a show?"
	Phillip gave a nod with his head. He ran his fingers through his
chest hair, and let them travel down to his pubes. Touching himself in that
area made Phillip hard once again. He quickly tried to hide it, but his
hand couldn't cover everything.
	Douglas stood to his feet. Copying his son's example, Douglas
pulled his shirt over his head. His hairy chest came into view.
	Phillip took the sight in and looked down at his own chest fur.
Looking across the room at his father, he said, "Yeah, so far, you and I,
we're like twins."
	Phillip watched his father walk toward him, and eyed the man's
hairy chest the closer Douglas came.
	Douglas stopped in front of his son, face to face, hairy chest to
hairy chest. The man reached out and placed a hand on Phillip's
stomach. Brown chest hair worked its way between the older man's fingers.
	Phillip placed a hand on his dad's chest and began rubbing through
the thick tangle of fur.
	"Almost like twins," Phillip said.
	Both men, father and son, stood there a moment lost in whatever
this was they were sharing with each other. Douglas was the first to back
away. He smiled at Phillip and reached for his belt buckle.
	Phillip stood there watching as his dad unsnapped his
jeans. Douglas slowly pulled them down and stepped out of them. Phillip
eyed the man's blue boxers. His father was unmistakably hard, and his cock
was trying to free itself. Phillip couldn't help but see a wet spot on the
blue material.
	Without thinking, he reached over and placed a hand on his father's
crotch. He discovered that not only was Douglas' cock hard, but it was very
thick. The dick jerked against his hand.
	"I think he likes you touching him," Douglas said.
	Phillip reached for the waistband. "Can I pull these down?" he
asked his dad.
	Not saying a word, Douglas gave a nod with his head.
	Phillip began sliding the shorts down, careful not to hurt his
father's dick. Immediately brown hair appeared over the horizon of the
band. Phillip's hands came to a halt. He placed one of them on Douglas'
lower belly, pressing the wiry curls against his skin.
	"I've always found body hairy interesting," Phillip said looking
into his father's eyes.
	"Same here," Douglas told his son. "I've been in the habit for
years of checking out men's pits whenever I could. Don't ask me why, but
hairy pits have always fascinated me."
	Phillip raised his right arm and brought his armpit into view. "You
mean like this?"
	"And like this," Douglas added raising his arm as well.
	Both men stood there displaying thick brown hair under their arms.
	"Another trait we share," Phillip decided.
	Phillip brought his arm down, and his hands returned to his
father's shorts. He began pulling on them once more. Douglas' bush came
into view. Phillip studied the hair for a second and then gave the shorts
one final tug. Douglas was suddenly naked, every inch of his flesh
displayed for his son to admire.
	And Phillip definitely admired his father.
	Douglas's cock was rock hard as it pointed out from his body. Thick
brown hair grew around the man's dick, covering the entire crotch area like
a heavy brown carpet.  There was no gray in that hair.
            Phillip looked down at the thick brown hair that surrounded his
dick. Like his father, Phillip didn't have one gray hair growing in his
bush.
            Also like his father, Phillip's cock was rock hard and jetted
up strongly from the middle of his crotch.
	When Douglas suddenly reached out and wrapped his fingers around
his son's dick, Phillip felt a shiver travel through his body. His father's
touch caused a thick drop of pre cum to leak from the tip. It attached
itself to the older man's fist.
	Phillip copied his father's move and made a fist around Douglas'
cock. The man was so fucking hard. Just touching his father made Phillip
leak more pre cum.
	Phillip was startled when he felt his dad begin to stroke him; even
more surprised at the words the man spoke.
	"Phillip, why don't we have a seat on the sofa? I think it's time
to check other similarities out, don't you?"
	His mouth dry, Phillip said, "Fuck yeah, I do."