Date: Mon, 7 Dec 2015 01:53:20 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Carney Men Chapter Four

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CHAPTER FOUR


	Sitting on the couch next to his father's naked body, Phillip
watched as the man slowly pulled on his dick with one hand, while tugging
at his hairy balls with the other. Phillip made no attempt to look
away. Even if he wanted to, which he didn't, it would have been impossible
for him to do so. Now and then Phillip would look down at his own
crotch. He was still having difficulty believing everything that had taken
place between him and his father. Added to that was the fact that he and
Douglas were the same. If pictures were taken of just their pubic areas,
Phillip didn't think he could have told the two apart. That was how much
the two men were alike.
	Phillip pulled his hand away from his cock. He reached over and let
his fingers rest in his father's bush. Thick brown hair wrapped around his
skin. His dad's dick looked as if it might explode at any moment.
	"Do you mind me touching you there, Dad?"
	"Not at all," Douglas was quick to answer. "It feels-- good."
	Phillip allowed his hand to rest in his father's pubes, enjoying
the sensation they were creating against his flesh. He took his other hand
and placed it on the man's chest. Phillip found one of Douglas' nipples and
began teasing it with a finger. The tip grew hard immediately.
	"You keep touching me that way, and I'm going to cum," Douglas
warned.
	Phillip pulled away from his father's body. "Slow down then," he
said. "I'm not ready to end this yet."
	Douglas looked at his son. A big grin appeared on his face. "Why
would it end? Something tells me what we're experiencing here is only the
beginning of something really—really nice." He let go of his cock.
	Watching his father closely, Phillip wrapped his fingers around his
dick and began to slowly stroke himself. Having lost the uncomfortable
feeling that he had experienced at first, Phillip was beginning to enjoy
being naked in front of the man. It excited him even more to know his dad
was watching him jack off.
	Douglas suddenly placed his hand on top of his son's. "How about
letting me help you out here?" he asked.
	Phillip unwrapped his fingers and pulled away. He felt his dad's
fingers wrap themselves around his thick shaft. A moan escaped his lips
when Douglas began stroking him.  Even though Phillip had continued to jack
off after his marriage to Sandra, never in his wildest dream would he ever
have thought another man, let alone his father, would be touching him the
way Douglas was now. It felt so good.
	A thick drop of pre cum made its way down Phillip's hard hairy
shaft. His dad's fist came in contact with it as he stroked his son's
dick. The sensation that suddenly came over Phillip was so intense that he
placed a hand over his father's, forcing the man to stop stroking.
	"You need to stop, Dad," he warned. "I'm close," Phillip added.
	His fist still wrapped around his son's cock, Douglas let his hand
rest next to Phillip's brown crotch hair. With a smile, he asked, "Are you
certain you want me to stop?"
	Phillip shook his head. "No."
	Phillip removed his hand, and his father began stroking him once
more. When Douglas asked if he could make him cum, Phillip silently gave
the man a nod.
	Douglas picked up speed and jacked his son's cock. The faster he
stroked, the louder Phillip moaned. Phillip began raising his lower body
off the sofa as he fucked against Douglas' fist.
	Suddenly a moan much louder than any other came from
Phillip. "Fuck!" he cried as the first rope of heavy white cum shot out
from his dick.
	Douglas continued jacking his son until no more spunk shot
out. When he finally pulled his hand away from Phillip's dick, Douglas
placed two fingers in the large puddle of cum and began rubbing it into
Phillip's skin.
	Feeling as if his body was gradually floating away, Phillip lay
back against the sofa with his eyes closed. He could feel his father's hand
against his sticky pubes.
	Douglas was the first to speak. "Everything alright down there?" he
asked.
	Phillip opened his eyes. He gave his father a smile. "More than,"
he answered.
	Phillip watched as his dad scooped up most of his cum with his
fingers and began rubbing his dick, coating it with his son's load.
	When Douglas saw the look on his son's face, he said, "I'm going to
jack in your spunk, Phil."
	Phillip turned his body so he could get a better view of his
father. He watched as the man finished spreading cum on his cock. He took
in the sight of Douglas stroking his slippery shaft. Phillip was torn. Part
of him wanted to make his dad cum, while part wanted to just watch the man
stroke himself until he shot.
	The part that won out enjoyed the sight of his father jacking off.
	Douglas was just as excited as his son had been, so it wasn't long
before he announced he was going to shoot.
	Phillip watched as cum began shooting from his father's dick and
falling onto the man's lower hairy body. It was hot watching Douglas cover
his belly hair with thick cream. So hot, in fact, that Phillip felt his
cock beginning to grow once more.
	Watching his son's dick get hard, Douglas said, "Ah, to be young
again."
	"I'm not young by any means," Phillip disagreed. "Just enjoying the
sight of you shooting a big load like that," Phillip added.
	"Well, give it a little time, and I can assure you, more will fly
out of me. For now, how about a shower, Phil?"
	Phillip stood to his feet. "If you're asking me to take a shower
with you, Dad, then I'm accepting your invitation."
	As Phillip followed his father down the hall, he couldn't help but
notice how hairy the man's back was. In fact, the brown tendrils began at
his dad's shoulders, and not only did they cover his back, they coated
Douglas' ass and legs as well.
	"Did you say something, Phil?" Douglas asked as they entered the
bathroom.
	"I was noticing how hairy both your back and ass are, Dad," Phillip
answered.
	"Turn around, Phil."
	Phillip did as his father asked. He felt his dad's hands pressed
against his back.
	"I don't believe I have anything on you, Phil. You're just as
hairy," Douglas pointed out.
	The two men stepped into the shower. Under the spray, Douglas found
himself standing behind his son.
	"May I wash your back, Phil?"
	Phillip reached for the bar of soap and handed it to his father. He
felt the man's hands rub his skin and spread soap suds across his body. He
covered his son's back all the way down to Phillip's ass. After scrubbing
his son's crack, Douglas leaned into his son and placed his hands over
Phillip's shoulders. When he did, Phillip felt his father pressed tightly
against him. He felt Douglas' dick slide inside his slippery crack. His
father was hard.
	Phillip pushed his body into the man. He could feel the hair on
Douglas' body rub his flesh. Feeling it caused Phillip to push harder
against his dad.
	"Phillip, can I ask you something?"
	"Anything, Dad," Phillip whispered.
	"Have you ever fucked another man?"
	"No, Dad. What little I've done this evening is the first of
anything like this."
	"Then I take it you haven't ever been fucked?"
	"No, Dad. Nothing like that," Phillip added. Then, "Have you?"
	The room became quiet. Douglas didn't answer his son's
question. Phillip turned suddenly and faced his dad.
	"My God. You have, haven't you?" Phillip looked his father directly
in the eye.
	When Douglas finally spoke, he said, "I've never been fucked."
	Trying his best to hide the shocked feeling he was experiencing,
Phillip waited for his dad to continue.
	"When your mother told me sex was no longer an option, I really
thought I would be okay with that."
	As Phillip stood there listening to his father, he saw that Douglas
had lost some of the color in his cheeks. He realized talking about the
subject might be a little much for the man.
	"You don't have to talk about this, Dad. Not if it makes you
uncomfortable," Phillip added.
	"I know." Douglas smiled and said, "I would like to talk about
it. However, why don't we get our shower over with and talk about it
sitting down in the living room?"
	Phillip agreed, and the two finished their shower. After drying
with towels, they returned to the living room. Both men were still naked.
	Phillip sat on the sofa next to his father and waited for the man
to speak.
	"Like I was saying—when your mother said no more sex, I thought
I could handle it just by jacking off. I know it's probably not what you
want to hear, but your mother and I, we had always enjoyed sex. It was a
shock when she said she didn't want it any more. I had always jacked off
some even with the sex I was having. It worked. For a time I was fine with
it. At first it was kind of nice. You know, when it's just you having sex,
you can go at it any way you like. If you want a quick ending, you can have
it. If you don't, you can keep it going for as long as you like.
	"Like I said, that worked for a time. Then something seemed to be
missing. To be honest, I needed to fuck. There's just something to say
about pushing your cock inside, Phil."
	His father's words brought a flush to Phillip's face. He quickly
looked down at the floor.
	"Sorry if I'm making you uncomfortable, Phil. You asked me a
question, and I'm trying to be honest with you."
	"I appreciate that, Dad. I'm okay. Go on."
	"Well, as I said, I needed to fuck. I had made my mind up that I
would never cheat on your mother. That's why I tried to stay with jacking
off.  I didn't want to be unfaithful to her.
	"Do you remember my friend, John Darnell?"
	"Your coffee drinking buddy?"
	"That's right. John and I had coffee together every morning. We had
always been good friends, so one morning I confided to him about my
situation."
	Wondering where this story was headed, Phillip said, "And?"
	After a pause, Douglas said, "Let's just say that John came up with
a way to make us both happy."
	"He let you fuck him, I take it."
	"He did," Douglas said with a nod.
	Phillip sat there looking at his father. He wasn't sure what to
say.
	"Are you disappointed in me, Son?"
	Phillip looked at the man and said, "Disappointed in you? Hell,
Dad, look at me. I'm sitting on the couch beside you naked. You think I
have any right to judge you?"
	"I will say this," Douglas said. "When John passed on last year, I
really missed him. We had grown very fond of each other."
	"I forgot that he had passed away, Dad. I'm sorry."
	"We enjoyed each other for nearly four years, Phil. I guess in our
own way, we loved each other."
	Both men remained silent for a good minute or two Finally Phillip
broke the silence.
	"Are you wanting to fuck me, Dad?"
	"I'm not going to say it hasn't crossed my mind. Especially since
you've told me the things you have concerning Sandra and you. However, I
would never do anything that would cause you to be uncomfortable. In more
ways than one," Douglas added with a smile. He picked his cock up with his
fingers. It was beginning to thicken up.
	Phillip was lost in thought for another moment. Finally he said,
"Dad, I'm not sure where this is heading. `This' being you and me. And
this." Phillip took in both men's nakedness with his eyes. "Why don't we
hang loose and see where we go? See what happens. Would that be okay with
you, Dad?"
	Looking at his son's naked body, Douglas said, "I'm very okay with
that."
	Watching his father's cock growing once more, Phillip said,
"Something tells me that I'm going to be okay with Sandra living alone at
our house. That is, if you will allow me to stay here, Dad."
	Douglas reached over and took hold of his son's cock. He felt it
grow hard between his fingers.
	"I am fucking okay with whatever my son wants to do."
	"I'm glad, Dad."
	Douglas surprised his son by leaning over and placing his lips on
Phillip's mouth. He kissed his son lightly.
	Phillip made a quick recovery and returned his father's kiss.
	"Douglas pulled back and asked, "Did I mention that I like to
kiss?"
	"Don't think you did," Phillip answered softly.
	"Well, I do."
	"Me, too, Dad."
	Phillip embraced his father's body with his hands and placed his
lips on the man's mouth. Kissing was really nice, he thought.