Date: Wed, 16 Dec 2015 01:43:16 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Carney Men Chapter 6

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CHAPTER SIX


	Phillip pulled into his father's drive and shut the car engine
off. He leaned back in the seat with his eyes focused on the front of
Douglas Carney's home. It had been Phillip's first day back at work since
his mother's passing, and it had been a difficult one for him. Even more
than dealing with his mother's death, Phillip was also trying to accept the
changing circumstances that were taking place in his life. At fifty-three,
he found it hard to believe he had moved back in with his father.
      Well, that was one issue he was dealing with. Two, actually. Hell,
three issues if he was honest with himself. His mother's death and moving
in with his father. Coupled together, Phillip could actually see that
happening. One was the result of the other. However, the third situation
was the one that left him puzzled and confused.
      Having sex with his father. Now that was an issue. The sex was only a
slice of the problem, he realized. The bigger part was that he actually
enjoyed being intimate with the man. No matter how hard he tried to
understand his feelings, Phillip could not fully wrap himself around that
fact. And today Phillip Carney had made another decision. He had made up
his mind to let his father fuck him. Up to now, most of their intimacy had
consisted of the two men discovering things about each other and their
bodies. Phillip had fucked his dad once, and even though he knew his father
wanted the same thing, Douglas had yet to receive that same
pleasure. Douglas realized it was a big step for Phillip, and he was more
than willing to wait until his son was ready.
      Phillip's mind was made up. He wanted to feel his dad's cock inside
his ass. Still, it scared him just thinking about it. Not only was he
frightened by the idea, Phillip was in shock that he was even considering
such a thing.
      On the car seat beside him, Phillip's cell phone rang. He picked it
up and saw his son's number flashing on the screen.
      "Hey, Don," he greeted.
      "How's things going, Dad?" Don asked.
      "I guess okay," Phillip answered. "Today was my first day back at
work."
      "I'm sure that had to be hard. I hope things went smooth for you."
      "Not too bad. How about you, Son? Things going well your way?"
      "Not too bad. I was calling to remind you of my visit this
weekend. Is it still okay for me to come?"
      "Of course it's okay," Phillip quickly assured his son "You're a
welcomed sight anytime".
      "Good. I really need to see you." After a pause Don asked, "Are you
still at Grandpa's?"
      "I am. For now, I guess that's where I'll be hanging my hat."
      "I take it you and Mom haven't worked things out?"
      "Only that I will be staying with Grandpa. For the time being,"
Phillip added.
      "Are you okay with that, Dad?"
      "I don't think I have a choice in the matter, Don," Phillip said to
his son. "As for being here with Grandpa, I am actually enjoying the time
I'm spending with him. Which by the way, he's really looking forward to
your visit this weekend."
      "It'll be nice to spend some time with him. With both of you," Don
added.
      "I suppose Scottie is still planning on staying with his mother this
weekend."
      "He is. I'm okay with that."
      "So you'll be here sometime tomorrow evening?" Phillip reminded his
son.
      "I should be there by seven o'clock," Don told his father.
      "Drive carefully, Don. See you then."
      "Love you, Dad."
      "Love you, too, Don."
      Phillip got out of the car and made his way up the walk. He opened
the door and stepped inside the house.
      "Hey, Dad," he called.
      Phillip found his father in the kitchen working on the evening meal.
      "Hey, Son." Douglas turned around from the range and gave his son a
smile.
      "Don called. He's coming down this weekend," Phillip said.
      "I'm glad to hear that," Douglas replied. He adjusted the burner and
added, "Dinner should be ready in half an hour."
      Phillip hurried to his room and changed clothes. He soon returned
wearing a tank top and shorts. He took a beer from the refrigerator and
gave the lid a twist.
	"Need any help, Dad?" he asked.
	Douglas grabbed a beer for himself and sat down at the table across
from his son. "Everything's taken care of," he answered.
      "It will be good to see Don, won't it, Dad?"
      Douglas took a drink of beer and with a nod said, "Yes, it will. He's
a good kid."
      Phillip grinned and said, "The `kid' you're referring to is
thirty-five."
      "He'll always be a kid to me," Douglas remarked.
      Phillip took another drink from his bottle. "About Don," he said. "I
guess we need to be careful this weekend."
      "Careful? About what?"
      "You. Me. Us—what we've been doing. Hell, I don't know what I
mean."
      "Along those lines, where will Donny sleep? The couch?"
      Phillip studied his father for a time. Finally he said, "I guess it's
either the couch or one of us."
      "You and I could sleep together," Douglas suggested. "That way, Donny
could have your bed."
      "I'm sure that would go over really well," Phillip pointed out.
      "Come to think of it, that might not be a bad idea," Douglas
decided. "After all, it wouldn't be the first time you and I have shared a
bed over the years."
      Phillip remained skeptical and told his father so.
      Douglas finished his beer. "Donny might like to sleep with you."
      "I seriously doubt that," Phillip disagreed.
      "You might be surprised. Has he ever been naked in front of you?"
      "Not since he was a kid," Phillip answered.
      "Like I said, he's still a kid," Douglas reminded.
      "True."
      Phillip threw the empty bottles into the trash and brought out two
more drinks from the refrigerator.  The two men sat at the kitchen table
reliving memories of the son and grandson until the meal was ready.

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	Phillip walked into his father's bedroom. He discovered Douglas
already between the sheets. He walked over and sat down on the side of the
bed.
	"Dad, I want to discuss something with you. About a decision I made
today," Phillip added.
	Douglas sat up in bed, his back against the headboard. "I'm
listening," he said.
	Phillip looked his father in the face and said, "I want you to fuck
me."
	Douglas didn't speak for a time. Caught up with silence, the man
allowed his eyes to remain locked on his son's face.
	"No comment, Dad?"
	"Are you certain about this, Phil?"
	"I am."
	"Why? Why do you want me to fuck you?"
	"I know it's something you want," Phillip said.
	"You're right," Douglas agreed. "However, that's not good enough
reason."
	"I want you happy, Dad."
	"I am happy, Phil."
	Douglas held out his arms, and Phillip scooted across the bed and
allowed himself to be held by his father.
	"Don't get me wrong, Phil, I miss your mother—a lot. I loved her
so much. We had many wonderful years together. At first I didn't think I
could make it without her. Then you came over and, well, I haven't been as
lonely. I'm so glad you are here. That is what makes me happy, Son. This
makes me happy."
	"That may be, but I think you need more than just me being here,"
Phillip said. "I want to make you happy in every way possible."
	Phillip turned and gave his father a kiss on the mouth. Their touch
sparked a burning desire deep within their soul. Breathless, Phillip pulled
away. His eyes held a look of tenderness as he studied the man's face.
	"It's true, I want this for you," Phillip said. "I also want it for
me," he added.
	"You're being truthful with me?"
	Phillip gave a nod and said, "I am."
	"I still hear doubt in your voice," Douglas told his son.
	"It's not doubt, Dad. It's fear."
	Surprised, Douglas said, "Fear? Are you frightened of me?"
	"Not you exactly," Phillip answered.
	He reached under the sheet in search of his father's cock. He
wrapped his fingers around it and felt the man instantly grow hard. He gave
Douglas' dick a gentle squeeze.
	"I know you would never hurt me. This, however, might be another
story. I can't even imagine this thing inside my ass."
	"Oh, Phil." Douglas pulled his son close to him. "I would never do
anything that would give you pain. There are ways—things to do to make
it easier on you. Trust me, when the time is right—when you're
ready—it will be okay."
	"That a promise?"
	"Damn straight, Son."
	"Then I'm ready."
	Phillip remained in his father's arms for a time. Neither man
appeared to be ready to pull away. A comfortable silence settled in the
room leaving both Phillip and Douglas with the feeling of contentment.
	Douglas finally let go of his son. He told Phillip to lay on his
stomach.
	Phillip did as his father asked. He could hear Douglas opening the
drawer of the bedside table. He lay there trying to block the fear that was
beginning to work its way into his brain.
	"Try and relax, Phil," his dad said.
	Phillip felt his father's hands on each of his ass cheeks.
	"Relax," Douglas repeated. "I'm just going to try and get your body
a little more comfortable. Nothing is going to happen at the moment."
	Phillip began concentrating on his body, trying to make it
relax. His dad spread his legs apart. He could feel Douglas' fingers
rubbing along his crack, getting closer to his hole. It wasn't long until
Phillip actually began to enjoy the man's touch. He found himself
voluntarily opening his legs wider.
	"That's much better," Douglas praised his son. "Are you okay?"
	"Yes. Your fingers feel really good back there."
	"I'm glad. I want to make you happy, Phil."
	Phillip remained on his stomach enjoying the touch of his father's
hands as they worked his ass over. His dick was hard, pressed between the
bed and Phillip's body.
	"Your ass is really hairy," Douglas said. "I love the way the
little brown hairs grow around your hole."
	"When I was fucking you I noticed the same of you," Phillip
whispered.
	"I like that you're hairy."
	"I remember when I was fucking you, how good it felt to have your
ass hair tickle the head of my dick as it moved in and out," Phillip
remarked.
	"Wait until you feel my bush pressed against your ass," Douglas
said. "I think you'll love that feeling."
	Phillip suddenly felt his dad's hands leave his body.
	"It's time for the next step," Douglas said.
	"Which is?"
	"Which is for me to put lube on my finger and work it inside you."
	Phillip's ass cheeks immediately grew tighter. He told himself to
relax. He tried to clear his mind of all fear.
	Douglas picked up the bottle of lube.
	"Try to stay relaxed, Son. You have my word. I won't push inside
until you're ready for me."
	Phillip took a deep breath and spread his legs a little more. He
caught his breath when he felt Douglas place a finger near his
entrance. The man began teasing his son's hole as he coated the hairy area
with lube. He continued rubbing and massaging his son until Phillip felt
the tension leave his body.
	A few moments later Douglas said, "Now, I'm going to push the tip
of my finger inside you, Phil. Nothing more until you are ready," his
father added.
	Phillip felt his body automatically tighten up once more. He took a
breath and let it slowly escape from his lungs. He felt movement as Douglas
began pressing inside him. It wasn't long until Phillip found that he liked
the feeling his dad was giving him.
	"That actually feels pretty good, Dad," he whispered.
	"Are you in any pain, Phil?"
	Phillip assured him he wasn't. The prodding his dad's finger was
giving his ass caused Phillip's dick to release a thick strand of pre
cum. He felt it between his naked skin and the sheet on the bed.
	A short time later Douglas asked, "Are you still doing alright?"
	"I think I'm ready for you to go deeper," Phillip said.
	"You've had my entire finger for quite some time," Douglas told
him. "You still think you're ready for more?"
	Phillip's response was a grunting sound as he urged his father
on. He suddenly caught his breathe as he felt an unfamiliar pressure in his
lower extremity.
	"You still okay?" Douglas asked.
	"I think so."
	"I have two fingers in you now," Douglas told his son. "I'll give
you plenty of time to get used to the feeling."
	"I feel some pressure," Phillip said.
	"Am I hurting you?"
	Phillip felt the movement stop inside his ass.
	"Not really. It's just an odd feeling."
	When Phillip felt the pressure grow stronger, he asked, "What are
you doing, Dad? It feels suddenly very tight."
	"I have three fingers up you, Phil," his father told him. "You're
doing great," he praised.
	Phillip felt his ass muscles suddenly tighten up.
	"Relax, Son," Douglas said. "I told you, I'm not going to put the
real thing up you until I think you are ready for it. You have my word,
Phil."
	The longer Phillip lay on his stomach, the more comfortable he
became having his father finger fuck his ass. In fact, he was enjoying it
so much that he was suddenly afraid that he might cum. He told his father
about the feeling he was experiencing.
	Douglas pulled out of his son's ass. "I think you're ready for me,
Phil."
	Phillip felt the bed move as his father changed positions behind
him. He felt a moment of panic.
	"I promise it will be alright," Douglas said trying to reassure
Phillip. "Raise up on your hands and knees, Son."
	Phillip did as his father asked. Looking down, he saw his dick had
lost some of its hardness. In spite of all his father had done, Phillip
still feared the man's cock being inside him. He felt Douglas' body behind
his.
	"I'm going to place the head of my dick next to your hole, Phil."
	Phillip took a breath when he felt his father's touch. A shiver
went through his body, and he found himself pushing back against the
man. The movement caused Douglas' cock head to slip inside. Phillip felt a
moment of panic and became still.
	Neither man moved. The room was filled with only silence for a
short time. Then Douglas told his son he was going to push a little more
into him, adding, "I'll stop if you're hurting."
	Still a little frightened, Phillip remained quiet. He waited for
his father to make his next move.
	Phillip felt a strong pressure, followed by a sharp pain. His face
broke out into a sweat. Before he could speak, before he could ask, could
beg his dad to pull out, he felt his entire ass relax, and suddenly
everything felt right with him.
	"What just happened?" he asked.
	It was a moment before his father answered. Finally, "Your ass
pulled my cock inside."
	"All the way?"
	"All the way, Phil. My bush is pressed next to your ass. Are you
okay?"
	Phillip took a deep breath. "I—think—I am."
	"I'm going to give you time to get used to me."
	Looking down, Phillip discovered his dick growing hard once
more. "I think I'm there," he said. "I'm beginning to get hard again."
	Phillip felt his dad's dick move a little inside him.
	"I'll go slowly, Son," Douglas told him.
	At first Phillip was very uncomfortable. He was at the point of
asking the man to pull out when suddenly everything changed. The pressure
went away. The pain stopped. Phillip suddenly felt nothing but pleasure as
his dad continued working in and out of his ass.
	"You okay?" Douglas whispered.
	"Fuck, yeah," Phillip muttered.
	Phillip felt his father's hands on each of his ass cheeks. He gave
them a pat and continued fucking his son.
	"Can I fuck you harder, Phil?"
	"I'm willing to give it a try," Phillip said.
	Phillip felt his father push harder into him, forcing the walls of
his ass to open wider, allowing Douglas to enter.
	Phillip suddenly felt intense pleasure, and he told this dad as
much.
	"The—pleasure—it's all mine," Douglas moaned. "Your ass is so
tight. I don't know how much longer I can last."
	The first time to be fucked, Phillip didn't know how to respond to
his father's comment. He kept quiet and began meeting Douglas' thrusts,
pushing his body hard into his father. As his dad had pointed out, Phillip
could feel the man's hairy skin grate against his flesh.
	Phillip was suddenly aware of something. He realized he was about
to cum, and his hand wasn't anywhere near his cock. It surprised the hell
out of him.
	"I think I'm going to shoot, Dad," he warned.
	Douglas didn't answer his son. Instead, he fucked Phillip's ass all
the harder, pounding his body into his son.
	"Shit, I am going to cum," Phillip cried out.
	"God, me, too."
	Just as Phillip shot a thick rope of cum out onto the bed sheet, he
felt a warm feeling of stickiness inside his ass. He realized his father
had flooded him with his thick dad juice.
	Phillip felt his dad fall into his body. He felt the man's hairy
chest against his ass.
	"Fuck, Phil. It's been a long time since anyone has made me feel
this way."
	Phillip felt his body falling to the bed. His father remained where
he was, his dick still buried in his son's cum-filled hole.
	"I can assure you, I have never experienced anything like this
before. Not ever," Phillip added.
	"Ass fucking, right?"
	"That, and the fact that I shot a load without touching my dick,"
Phillip declared.
	Douglas slipped out of Phillip, but he remained against his son's
body.
	"Surely you've had wet dreams," Douglas remarked.
	"When I was young, I suppose I did," Phillip agreed. "Hell, I'm not
even sure I did then. During my teen years I jacked off practically every
moment of the day. I don't think I had any need to release sperm while I
slept."
	"I do remember finding lots of cum rags under your bed," Douglas
said.
	"Are you serious?"
	Douglas gave a nod. "Yep. They came in handy," he said with a grin.
	"Handy? How do you mean?"
	"Let's just say I shot a lot of cum sniffing your spunk."
	"Seriously?"
	Douglas gave his son a surprised look. "Are you telling me you
never found any of Donny's rags? That you never jacked off because of
them?"
	"Sorry, Dad. I honestly never thought about it."
	"I thought you jacked off even after you and Sandra were married."
	"I did; especially after the first year or so."
	"Did you ever think about Donny jacking off after he became a
teenager?"
	"I don't remember," Phillip answered. "I did have a talk of sorts
with him about the time he turned thirteen or fourteen. We had that
talk. Outside of that, like I told you, I don't think I ever saw my son
naked. There was no need. He had his bathroom, and we had ours."
	"Well, I'll tell you once more, I shot a lot of intense and heavy
loads sniffing your sticky rags."
	"Fuck!"
	Saying the word, Phillip rose up, forcing his father's body to slip
away from him.
	"Is something wrong?" Douglas asked.
	"I think I'm about to shit the bed. Move!"
	As Phillip quickly jumped to the floor, he heard his dad laugh.
	"It's okay, Son," he said. "That's normal. You're not going to
shit. It's just that you're not used to having cum inside you. Yes, it does
need to come out. In time, you will get used to it. At least I hope you let
me fuck you again."
	Just before he disappeared from sight, Phillip called, "That is
definitely going to happen again. You have certainly opened me up to new
and greater pleasures, Dad. And I use the word `open' literally."