Date: Sun, 27 Dec 2015 04:22:37 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jerlar <jetdesk2@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Carney Men Chapter Nine

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CHAPTER NINE


	Phillip and his dad were in the living room watching a football
game on television when Don rang the doorbell. Phillip went to let his son
inside the house.
	"Guess we really should get the boy a key," Douglas called after
his son.
	"In time, maybe," Phillip answered.
	Phillip opened the door and met his son with a smile.
	"Hey," he greeted. He stepped back and watched as Don entered the
house.
	"Hi, Dad." Don closed the door behind him.
	"How was your visit with your Mom?" Phillip followed his son into
the living room.
	"It was okay," Don answered. "Hey, Grandpa."
	Douglas Carney reached for the remote and muted the TV. "Glad
you're back, Donny."
	"Is that your team playing?" Don asked the older man.
	"Not particularly. Your dad and I didn't have anything else to do."
	Phillip gave his son a grin. "You know me. I can take football or
leave it."
	Don took one corner of the sofa, and Phillip claimed the other end.
	"So, what have the two of you been up to?" Don asked.
	"Not much," Phillip answered. "Just a few things around here. How
was your mom?"
	Don shrugged his shoulders and said, "Alright, I suppose."
	"Did the two of you catch up on things?" Phillip asked.
	"Sort of. She asked about Scotty; wanted to know if I thought he
would come with me next time I visit."
	"I hope he does," Phillip said.
	Phillip looked across the sofa at his son. He studied the boy
closely.
	"Is something on your mind, Don?"
	"I'm not sure Scotty will come with me. He's confused about the
situation between you and Mom. Hell, I am, too, for that matter."
	Phillip's heart went out to his son. "I'm sorry, Don. I hate that
we are making you unhappy. And Scotty," he added.
	"Mom's the one I'm most upset with," Don replied. "It appears that
she was the one to make the change."
	Wanting to be fair, Phillip said, "Your mom and I are both to
blame."
	Across the room, Douglas stood to his feet. "Perhaps I should leave
the two of you alone so you can talk."
	"Not necessary, Grandpa," Don assured his grandparent.
	"Don's right, Dad," Phillip said. "I don't have anything to say to
him that I can't say in front of you."
	"Then if I'm going to remain in the room I think I'll have a
beer. Have about the two of you?"
	"Yeah, I'll take one," Don told his grandfather.
	"Me, too, Dad," Phillip said.
	While Douglas was in the kitchen, Phillip asked, "What about you
and Ann? That surely has to affect Scotty."
	"Surprisingly, Scott's okay with Ann and me living apart. He's
known for quite some time that his mother and I haven't been happy. Not the
way two people should be when they are married. We had a long talk on the
way home from Grandma's funeral. In fact, he's quite happy with our
situation the way it is now."
	Douglas returned to the living room with their drinks. He handed
them each a bottle and reclaimed his chair.
	"Why do you think it bothers him so much about your mom and me?"
Phillip took a drink from his bottle.
	"He was shocked when I told him you were living at Grandpa's for
now. He didn't have any idea that anything was wrong."
	"He has to know, has to believe, that we still love him. That will
never change."
	Don took a drink and said, "I know."
	Phillip looked across the room at his dad. "You're not saying
much," he said to the older man.
	"I'm just listening," Douglas replied. "I don't have anything to
add."
	A smile appeared on Phillip's face. "That's hard to believe."
	Douglas studied the bottle in his hand. "Just be patient with
Scotty," he finally said. "A lot has happened to this family. The two of
you, me, we're adults. As hard as this has been on us, try and put
yourselves in Scotty's shoes. Hell, he's what, fifteen? Just a kid. Don't
try and push anything on him. He'll come around."
	Don got up and walked across the room to his grandfather. "I love
you, Grandpa," he said leaning down and giving the older man a hug.
	Phillip watched the two as they hugged. It did his heart good to
see the two men showing affection for each other.
	The mood suddenly lifted in the room, and the three of them enjoyed
a nice afternoon together. When it came time to think about the evening
meal, it was decided to order pizza in and not leave the house.
	"It's probably a good idea," Phillip agreed when the topic was
brought up. "I don't think I should drive."
	"Is my father drunk?" Don teased.
	"Well, not drunk," Phillip decided. "Still, I've had enough to know
I should not get behind the wheel."
	"I'm still in good shape," Don said. "Do I need to go after more
beer?"
	Phillip assured his son there was still plenty to drink, adding,
"There's a case or more out in the garage in that refrigerator."
	"Yep, we're good," Douglas agreed. "I'll go bring some more in the
house if one of you will call the pizza in."

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	Enough pizza, along with more than enough beer, made the evening
pass quickly for the Carney men. The mixture of food and drink, along with
spending family time together, had caused the mood to lighten considerably
by bed time.
	Douglas made the first move to call it a night. He yawned and stood
to his feet, saying, "I think I'm done for. I'll see you two in the
morning."
	"Good night, Grandpa. Don jumped to his feet and gave the older man
a hug. "Thanks for letting me crash here."
	Douglas released his grandson and gave him a pat on the
back. "You're always welcome here. Anytime," he added.
	"Night, Dad," Phillip said. "I'll turn the lights out when I go to
bed."
	Douglas disappeared down the hall leaving Phillip and his son alone
in the living room. Phillip remained on the sofa.
	"Grandpa's right," he told his son. "You can land here anytime you
like."
	"I appreciate that," Don said.
	"Are you ready to hit the sack?"
	Don didn't answer for a moment. Finally he said, "Can we talk,
Dad?"
	"Of course. What's on your mind?"
	"A lot of shit."
	Phillip smiled at his son. "Let's hear the `shit'."
	"Can we go to bed and talk? I think I'd like to lay flat."
	Surprised, Phillip got to his feet.
	"Of course. I'll drop by the bathroom first. Then it's all yours."
	Wondering what was on his son's mind, Phillip went into the
bathroom and brushed his teeth. When he was finished, he stepped out into
the hall.
	"I'm done in here," he called. "I'm going to bed. Would you hit the
lights for me?"
	Not waiting for a reply, Phillip hurried down the hall into the
bedroom to wait for his son to join him.
	Phillip stripped down to his shorts and crawled between the
sheets. He was puzzled, wondering what his son wanted to talk about. Don
appeared to be troubled about something, and that bothered Phillip. He
loved his son so much, and he hated it when the boy had troubles. His
troubles had always been Phillip's as well.
	Phillip had left the ceiling light on in the room. It suddenly went
out, leaving the room in total darkness.
	"Is that you, Don?" he called.
	The shadow in the doorway suddenly moved, making its way into the
room.
	"Yeah, Dad."
	Phillip felt the bed move as his son crawled in beside him. He
moved over to give Don plenty of room.
	"I thought you were going to spend the night in the bathroom,"
Phillip teased.
	When Don didn't say anything, Phillip said, "Okay, what's on your
mind?"
	"Like I said earlier, just a lot of shit. I really don't know where
to start."
	"Why don't you begin at the beginning of your shit list?" Phillip
suggested.
	"I'm not sure there is a beginning," Don replied.
	"Well, why don't you begin with what bothers you the most? That
might open up the rest of the way for you."
	When Don remained silent, Phillip said, "I hope you know that you
can talk to me about anything."
	Phillip heard his son take a deep breath.  He remained silent,
waiting for Don to continue.
	"I'm guessing you know what I did last night," Don finally said.
	"If you are referring to the wet dream you had, yes. I was quite
aware that you had shot spunk in your shorts. I assumed that you were
missing Ann. Or missing someone," Phillip added.
	"I wasn't missing anyone," Don said quietly.
	Confused by his son's words, Phillip was quiet for a
moment. Finally he said, "I'm not sure what you mean, Don."
	Phillip felt his son's hand rest on his stomach.
	"I was actually where I wanted to be. With you," Don added.
	"With me?"
	"With you. Nothing happened last night that I didn't want to
happen. I wanted to be close to you. And something else, Dad."
	Phillip lay there waiting for his son to continue. He had no idea
what Don might say next.
	"I know you liked what happened, too.  You were excited to the
point that you had to jack off."
	Startled, Phillip rolled to his side of the bed, forcing Don's hand
to fall away from his stomach. He felt humiliated, sick to his stomach,
that his son had realized he had enjoyed what had transpired between them.
	"Dad, it's okay. Truthfully, I found it fucking hot that my dad was
turned on enough by me to jack off. Especially knowing I was right there
beside you."
	Still feeling embarrassed, Phillip said, "It was hot when I
realized you had creamed your shorts while pressed against my body."
	"It was," Don agreed. "The hardest part about last night was having
to pretend I was sleeping during the time everything was happening."
	"You were actually awake?"
	"Oh, yeah. I knew exactly whose ass I was humping, and I also knew
when I shot my spunk. I think it was the most intense orgasm I've ever
had."
	"Me, too," Phillip said. "In fact, mine was so strong that I
completely missed the Kleenex with my first shot."
	"Ann knows."
	Two simple words spoken by his son, yet they were strong enough to
shatter Phillip's insides. He forced himself to remain calm.
	"What do you mean? What does Ann know?"
	"She knows that I'm attracted to men. I think she's always known
that. Relax, Dad. She has no idea that it's you that I'm attracted to. I
would never do anything to cause you problems with Mom."
	Finally able to speak, Phillip asked, "How long have you felt this
way?"
	"I've always thought you were hot, Dad. I began noticing your body
by the time I was thirteen or fourteen. I would take every opportunity I
could to catch you naked. If you were in the shower when I came in to take
a pee, most likely it was because I wanted to catch a glimpse of you being
naked; not because I needed to pee."
	"I will admit, I wondered about those times. I was puzzled why you
came into my bathroom rather than your own."
	"Because I wanted to try and get a look at your hairy body," Don
explained.
	"But then you and Ann became such good friends, which led to your
dating, and it seemed like by the time you guys were in high school, you
both wanted the same thing."
	"That was my fault," Don said. "At the time, I thought the feelings
I had were wrong, and I made myself fall for Ann. Which, by the way, never
did happen. Oh, I loved her very much. I still love her. As a friend,
though, not a lover. She will always be my friend."
	"What about Ann? Surely this has not left a good taste in her
mouth," Phillip pointed out. "She certainly has to be bitter."
	"Surprisingly, she's not. The two of us have not been happy for a
long time. Let me correct that; not happy the way married couples are. Like
I said, we've always been friends and we'll remain friends."
	"So are you going to put yourself out there and find someone? A guy
who will make you happy?"
	"Is that what you want me to do, Dad?"
	"Why would it matter what I think?"
	"Because it's you I want to be with. You're the man that makes me
happy."
	"You want to spend your life with me? The two of us together?"
	"That depends on you, I suppose?"
	Phillip was startled. "Me?"
	"Yes, you. What are your plans? Where Mom's concerned?"
	At first Phillip couldn't speak. He had been dealt so many
surprises by his son. Finally he said, "I'm not sure your mom wants to be
included in any of my plans. Even if she did, I guess that would not be a
reason to keep us from spending time together. You may not want to hear
this, but it's been years since she and I have shared anything sexual."
	"Can I ask you to do something, Dad?"
	"Anything."
	"Would you roll over on your side the way you were last night? I'd
like to snuggle up against you."
	Phillip did as his son asked and rolled over on his left side. He
felt the bed move as Don moved next to him. He felt his son's body pressed
against him. He felt his son's very naked body touch him. Damn!
	Phillip made himself count slowly to five. Why five, he had no
idea. Then he said, "Either you're underdressed or I'm overdressed. I'm not
exactly sure which way it is."
	"I prefer to think you are overdressed, Dad Why don't you remedy
that so I won't feel so out of place?"
	To himself, Phillip was thinking, "I must be out of my fucking
mind." Aloud he said, "I guess I wouldn't want you feeling out of place,
now would I?"
	Phillip tugged at his shorts until he had them down to his feet. He
made a movement which allowed them to fall over the side of the bed and
land on the floor. Phillip at once felt a hard cock rubbing against his
ass. His son's very hard dick. Damn. Was this fucked up or what?
	Phillip felt Don's arms wrap around him; hug him. He could feel
Don's body hair rubbing against him.
	"This is nice," Don whispered.
	"Nice that we're both naked and touching? Or nice that you're not
having to pretend to be asleep while you're rubbing your naked body against
mine?"
	"I guess both," Don said. He laughed. "Either way, it's nice. Say,
do you have a hard-on?"
	"What do you think?"
	Phillip's body jerked when he felt his son's hand reach down,
searching for his father's dick.
	Don had no trouble finding the object of discussion. He wrapped his
fist around it.
	"Nice," was Don's comment.
	Phillip remained still, letting Don enjoy his cock for a time. Then
he said, "Okay, you've felt me up. I think it's my turn." He rolled over
and faced his son.
	Phillip raised his arm up and let it slowly travel between the
two. It didn't take him long to find what he was searching for.
	"My, you're big," Phillip praised.
	"All the more to rub you with, Sir," Don teased.
	Phillip discovered his son's pubes coated with pre cum.
	"My, you leak a lot," Phillip remarked.
	"All the more to hopefully fuck you with, Sir," Don declared.
	"I'm not so sure about that. This thing is huge." Saying the words,
Phillip gave his son's dick a gentle squeeze.
	Don was in the process of speaking when he stopped and asked,
"Shouldn't we close the bedroom door? Grandpa might hear us."
	Phillip hesitated a moment before speaking. He wasn't exactly sure
what he should tell his son about his grandpa. Or his grandpa and his
grandpa's son. Either way, the subject was a touchy and one, and Phillip
didn't know how to approach either.
	"We can close the door if you like," Phillip finally
said. "However, I don't think your grandpa will mind the two of us spending
a little time together."
	"Well, okay then. I just didn't want to upset Grandpa."
	"You won't. By the way, don't think you're going to fuck me with
that thing you're rubbing against me. At least yet," Phillip added.
	"Would you at least be willing to roll onto your back again?" Don
asked.
	"I can do that." Phillip returned to his back. He felt his son's
hand resting once more in his thick chest hair.
	"You are hairy," Don said. "I like that you are. That you are
hairy," he added.
	"It gets thicker the lower down you go," Phillip assured his son.
	"Then, by all means, I must experience this first hand."
	Phillip lay in bed enjoying his son's touch as the boy made his way
slowly down his father's body. Don's fingers trailed through his dad's
thick forest, stopping when he reached Phillip's widespread growth of
pubes.
	"God, I don't remember you being this hairy last time I saw you
naked," Don replied.
	"You must have forgotten," Phillip told him. "I've been this hairy
ever since I was sixteen."
	Don went down in search of his father's balls. When he came to the
nut sac, he said, "I do seem to remember your balls were always hairy."
	"They have been," Phillip agreed.
	Don left his dad's balls and returned to the man's cock. He found
it hard and leaking pre cum heavily. He stroked Phillip's dick a few times,
causing his father to moan.
	"Careful, Don," Phillip warned. "You keep that up, and I'm going to
cum all over your fist."
	Don quickly pulled away and fell to the bed on his back. He said,
"Why don't you take a break and check me out, Dad. If you like hair as much
as I do, then I think you will be happy playing with my body."
	Feeling as if he were moving in very slow motion, Phillip reached
out and placed a hand on his son's chest. His fingers settled between Don's
two hairy nipples. Phillip let his fingers travel through his son's carpet
in search of one of the nips. When he touched it, Phillip discovered it was
hard and standing up through the hairy growth around it. He gave the nipple
a tug and felt it grow even harder.
	"You certainly are hairy," was Phillip's comment.
	"As you say, I think the further you travel down my body, the
hairier you will find me," Don told his father.
	"Then, by all means, let me start my journey."
	The words spoken, Phillip began moving slowly along his son's furry
chest. He enjoyed the tingling his flesh was receiving as Don's body hair
leaped out at him.  When Phillip's fingers touched the outer edge of Don's
pubes, Phillip found it hard to believe he was enjoying the feel of his
son's body.
	Phillip continued moving slowly, letting his fingers lose
themselves in the thick brush that grew widespread around his son's
dick. When he reached the base of Don's cock, Phillip wrapped his fingers
around the thick hard shaft.
	Don groaned. "Do you know how long I've waited to feel you touching
my cock?"
	Phillip gave his son's dick a gentle squeeze. "I wish you would
have said something sooner," he whispered.
	"Doesn't matter. You're touching it now."
	"That's true."
	Phillip pulled away from the boy's cock and let his fingers make
their way down to his nut sac. There he was greeted by another hairy part
of Don's body. Phillip let his fingers rest against Don's hairy sac. He
could feel how tight his son's balls were.
	"Your balls are so fucking tight, Don," Phillip commented.
	"You're about to make me cum," Don warned his father.
	"I'm impressed," Phillip said. "I know for a fact that you've shot
several loads since your arrival. I'm amazed they're still as tight as they
are."
	"What makes you think I've shot much spunk? Other than the fact
that I did cream my shorts last night," Don added.
	"Are you sure you want me to answer that?"
	"Of course."
	"Well, I know that I found another cum rag in the trash when I
returned to this room and you were in the shower. I will admit, two of them
were mine. However, the third one, I can't claim."
	"Grandpa might have put it there," Don pointed out.
	"True, he could have. Yet, I'm pretty sure he didn't."
	"Still, he could have," Don argued. "By the way, he's pretty hot
for an old guy."
	Phillip decided to let Don's remark about his grandpa slide for the
time being. The subject of Douglas could be saved for a much later topic,
Phillip decided.
	Phillip was suddenly on his knees in the bed. He pulled Don's legs
apart and crawled between them. Even in the dark, Phillip could see his
son's hot body before him. Keeping silent, Phillip leaned down until his
nakedness touched his son's bare flesh. Don's hairy chest blended in with
his father's well coated body as Phillip leaned in and began kissing his
son's stomach. He slowly made his way upward, enjoying the teasing Don's
body hair was giving his lips. The higher Phillip kissed, the louder his
son moaned.
	Phillips first thought was to perhaps warn his son to not be so
loud, reminding him of his grandfather in the room across the hall. Then
realizing that Douglas was most likely aware of what was taking place in
his son's bed, Phillip remained silent.
	By the time Phillip had reached his son's upper chest, Don was
shaking with desire. Phillip could tell that his son needed to cum in the
worst way. What Phillip did next was to keep the kisses flowing upward
until he reached Don's mouth. When he found his son's lips, Phillip placed
his mouth on those lips, taking Don by surprise.
	With only a slight hint of hesitation, Don quickly began returning
his father's kiss. Don surprised his dad by working his tongue inside
Phillip's mouth, bringing them both to a high level of passion immediately.
	They continued sharing a kiss until suddenly Don's body gave a big
jerk. The movement reminded Phillip of a bucking horse. Don continued
jerking, giving his father the biggest surprise ever.  The body hair shared
between the two, father and son, suddenly became wet. A thick hot substance
spread quickly between the two hairy bodies. Phillip realized that his son
had just showered both of them with his spunk.
	As Phillip lay on top his son, he felt the boy's cream spread
underneath his cock, creating easy movement for Phillip's dick to move
through his son's body hair. It was a feeling like no other for Phillip. He
couldn't believe how good the feeling was.
	It wasn't long before Phillip realized he was going to shoot a load
as well. His body jerked the way his son's had earlier and a second load of
cum flew out and covered his son's hairy belly.
	Both men, the young and the older one, were drained. They remained
where they were, Phillip on top of his son, body hair plastered to body
hair. It was quite some time before either of them could speak.
	"Wow," was the only word Phillip could think to say.
	"Are you disappointed, Dad?"
	"Why would you ask me that, Don?"
	"Well, I wasn't exactly planning on shooting when I did. I had some
place else in mind to put my load."
	Phillip leaned over and gave his son a kiss on the mouth. Pulling
back, he said, "I have absolutely no complaints about anything the two of
us have done this weekend."
	"I'm glad I found you," Don whispered.
	"Me, too, Son."
	Phillip hugged his son to him. He felt Don's sticky hair touching
him. He loved the feeling and told his son so.
	"I'm really glad I found this."
	Saying those words, Phillip rubbed his son's body, enjoying the
blend of the two men's body hair, stickiness created by cum.
	A short time later, Don said, "Dad?"
	"Yeah?"
	"You think I could come home every weekend?"
	"Whatever you need, Son. I will always be here for you."