Date: Mon, 1 Apr 2013 14:08:55 -0500
From: Jim Vance <jimvance2@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Lovers and the Ghost - 2
The Lovers and the Ghost
By Jim Vance
Copyright 2012 by Jim Vance
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Two
Tad looked at his father's cock. It was soft.
"I finally know what Pete looks like when he's sleeping."
Frank grinned at his son.
"I bet you like him better when he's awake."
"I do, Dad."
Tad smiled and licked his lips as Pete woke up. Tad wrapped
his hand around Frank's cock.
Tad was a little worried about the knife. If his mother
wanted to kill his father, what could Tad do? He started stroking
his dad while he thought. Maybe if his mom thought it was Tad's
idea, she wouldn't hurt his dad.
"Dad, can I suck your cock," Tad yelled.
Frank stared at his son and tried to figure out why he was
yelling. There was no one else in the house-except Michelle.
Frank grinned at his son. He was a smart boy.
"Are you sure you want to?"
"Yes, Dad!" Tad yelled. "I really, really, really, really
want to suck you!"
"I suppose." Tad grinned at his dad, who obviously understood
what Tad was trying to do-make his mom think it was all Tad's
idea.
Tad began sucking him and Frank closed his eyes and tried not
to think about Michelle. Frank's mind was in turmoil, but his
son's warm, wet mouth slowly became his sole focus.
Tad began stroking the shaft while he sucked on the end.
Frank sighed. Tad stopped to admire his big dick. He gave the
head a tongue bath for a while and eagerly licked up the pre-cum
Frank was producing for him.
"I love you, Daddy! Thank you for letting me do this!" Tad
said, loudly.
"I will do anything for you, son," Frank said, even more
loudly. Frank looked in his son's eyes as the boy licked the head
of his cock. They kept eye contact until Tad took the head of his
cock in his mouth. Tad ran both hands over his daddy's hairy
chest and belly while he sucked on the head. After a couple of
minutes, he began stroking the shaft to make his daddy come.
Frank moaned as his son brought him closer and closer to his
orgasm. Then Tad took him there and his body pumped the cum from
his balls into his beautiful son's mouth.
"Tad!" he moaned.
As he came down from his orgasm, he looked at the clock. It
was just after eleven, which meant Tad had made him come six
times that day. Frank grinned. Seven would be easy!
Tad pulled off his dad's dick and smiled at him. Suddenly
they heard a crash from the kitchen.
"We can start using paper plates, Daddy."
Frank was startled again by his son's casual acceptance of
the ghost, but he laughed.
"With no knives," Frank added.
"Right!"
Tad lay down and Frank pulled him close.
"Tomorrow we are going to buy something that will make it
much easier for me to fuck you," he whispered in his son's ear.
"Really?"
"Yes. It should make it hurt less."
"I don't mind the pain."
"I do. It will help."
"I love you, Daddy."
"I love you, baby."
His son scooted back against him. They fell asleep.
"Wake up, Daddy."
Frank opened his eyes.
"Breakfast is ready."
"It is?"
"Yes. I made scrambled eggs, toast, and bacon."
"Wow!"
Frank pulled his son into his arms and kissed him. They
kissed for a while. Then Frank got up and walked into the
kitchen. Tad poured him a cup of coffee. He poured some milk in
it and then handed it to his father.
Frank grinned at him and took a sip. His son looked at his
cock and licked his lips.
"I know what you want for breakfast, Tad. Italian sausage."
"Your sausage is very tasty, Dad."
Tad bent down and kissed his Dad's erection before going back
to work on breakfast. Frank stroked himself and drank his coffee
while he looked at his son's beautiful ass.
He thought about all the things he needed to do, including
buying a butt plug for Tad to wear.
He got up and called his boss to tell him the news. His boss
was very, very sorry and told him to take the week off. Frank
called his son's school and told them. He decided the two of them
would check into a hotel. It would get Tad's mind off his mother.
The two of them were on their honeymoon, as far as Frank was
concerned, so he felt it was appropriate. Tad was starting to
grow pubic hair and Frank thought it was a good time to give his
son his first blow job. Hopefully, Michelle would stay home.
He sat back down at the kitchen table and Tad placed a plate
of food in front of him.
Frank pulled his son onto his lap. "You are wonderful, Tad. I
am so lucky you love me."
"I am the lucky one, Dad." They kissed.
"Are you very upset about your Mom?"
Tad thought for a minute. "It just doesn't seem possible that
she's really gone."
Frank nodded. "It hasn't sunk in, yet. When it does, and you
get sad, just remember you will always have me. And remember that
your Mom is in heaven."
Frank kept his son on his lap and fed them both. His son
played with Frank's cock while they ate, only stopping when Frank
held the fork in front of his mouth.
When they finished, Frank said, "Go pack some clothes for a
few days. Shorts and t-shirts and your swimsuit."
"Are we going somewhere?"
"Yes. It's a surprise."
"Oh! Great!" Tad got down off his lap and ran to his room.
Frank called a crematorium and made arrangements for
Michelle.
Michelle didn't speak to any of her relatives, so he wasn't
sure if he should tell them. She had a reason for disapproving of
each one of them. Her mother divorced her father. Her father
cheated on her mother. Her brother-come to think of it, he
couldn't remember why she didn't speak to him anymore. Her
grandfather drank. He figured if she didn't want to talk to them
while they were alive, she wouldn't want him talk to them now.
Frank called his father.
"Hello, Frank," Tony Rimaldi said.
"Hi, Dad. I've got bad news. Michelle died in a car wreck
last night."
"Oh, son. I am so, so sorry. How is Tad?"
"He is doing OK. Better than I thought he would."
"And you?"
"I'm OK. We are going to stay at a hotel for a couple of days
to keep Tad's spirits up."
"Oh. I always liked Michelle."
Frank started laughing. "What? You hated her and she hated
you! What are you talking about?"
"You shouldn't speak ill of the dead." Frank was about to
laugh and then he realized that in his house, that was a good
idea. After all, she was lurking around. It struck him that not
speaking badly of the dead was not nonsense, as he had always
thought. Was that why that saying started?
"She is still with us, Dad."
"She will always be in your hearts."
"No, Dad. I mean haunting. It was pretty wild here last
night. Plates flinging themselves around. Chairs moving. A knife
floating through the air."
"Are you drunk?"
"No, Dad. Tad and I watched it. We both saw it."
"Are you really serious?"
"Serious as a-" Frank almost said `car wreck'. "Heart
attack."
"Oh. That is why you are going to a hotel."
"Part of it."
"Is there some reason she would be angry?"
"Umm."
Tad brought a suitcase to the kitchen. He grinned at his son.
"Get your toothbrush."
"I already did."
Frank smiled.
"We will talk more later, Dad. I'll call in a couple of
hours."
"OK."
Frank hung up.
"That was your granddad."
"How is he?"
"I didn't ask. I'm sure he was fine. We were talking about-"
"Oh."
Frank got up and went to get dressed. It was warm, so he put
on a pair of loose shorts with no underwear and a tank top. He
pulled out a suitcase and packed a few things. He got some of his
things from the bathroom and packed them.
He could hear Tad washing dishes. His baby boy was wonderful,
there was no doubt about it.
He packed up his laptop and put it in his case. He packed his
cellphone charger, too.
Tad walked into the bedroom. He licked his lips when he
looked at his father and Frank could see the lust in his eyes.
"The dishes are done."
Tad watched his father grow erect. He walked over to him and
slid his hand in a leg of his shorts. He pulled his Dad's
erection out.
"Pete is so beautiful, Dad."
Frank sighed. Tad pulled back his foreskin and licked the
head.
"Let's do this somewhere else, OK?" Frank was nervous about
Michelle.
"OK, Dad. Let's go!"
Tad kissed Pete before letting go of him. He looked excited
and Frank was excited, too.
They put their things in the car. Frank went through the
house and made sure the lights and the oven were off. They got in
the car and left.
As they drove away, Frank said, "How are you doing, baby?"
"Fine, Dad. I'm excited! Where are we going?"
"I thought we would spend a few nights in a nice hotel."
"Like a honeymoon?" his son asked.
"Exactly!"
"I love you, Dad!"
Frank took his son's hand and kissed it.
He headed for the adult bookstore to get the butt plug and
maybe lube.
"Did you pack Vaseline?"
"Of course, Dad! The big jar!" Frank chuckled.
Tad rubbed his father's erection. He pulled his cock out of
the leg of his shorts. He grinned at his dad, who grinned right
back. He stroked his father's cock while they got on the highway.
Tad pulled his hand away. He didn't want another car wreck!
Frank stopped in the bookstore parking lot.
"This is not a safe area, so keep the doors locked, the
windows up, and if anyone acts weird, blow the car horn until I
come back."
"OK, Dad."
Frank got out of the car and went into the bookstore. He
walked to the novelties area and found what he wanted. He pointed
it out to the clerk who rang it up. He decided to get lube, too.
He had never fucked Tad with lube. He thought it might feel
different than Vaseline. The young, obviously gay clerk said,
"Your wife is a very lucky woman."
Frank noticed he was looking at his hand. He still had the
ring on. He pulled it off and put it in his pocket.
"She used to be," Frank said.
He took his purchases out to the car and got in.
Tad grinned at him and they took off. The windows were rolled
up, but the bag began moving a little like the wind was blowing
it. Frank tried to ignore it, but then the plug came partway out
of the suck.
"I love Dad, Mom. Please be happy for us," Tad said.
"I can't get over how well you are dealing with this, baby,"
Frank said.
"Where are we going, Dad?"
Frank took his phone and brought up his father's number. He
dialed it and handed the phone to Tad.
"To the Hilton on Main Street. Do me a favor. Call your
grandfather and ask him to meet us there."
"OK. Great! I haven't seen him for so long."
That was because Michelle didn't approve of him.
Tad called his granddad.
"Hi, Granddad! It's Tad."
"Hey, Tad baby! How are you? I have missed you," Tony said to
his grandson.
"I'm fine. I miss you, too. It's been so long since I saw
you. I really want to see you. We are going to the Hilton on Main
Street. Will you meet us there? We are almost there."
"Sure. I would love that. I miss you, Tad. You are my
beautiful, beautiful grandson."
Tad laughed. "And you are my beautiful, beautiful
grandfather."
"Oh. I'm an old man."
"No, you aren't! I mean it!"
"Bye."
Frank heard the `beautiful, beautiful' line. It's what his
dad called him while he was fucking him. Frank's cock stiffened
and rubbed it. Tad saw and began rubbing it for him. Tad hadn't
spent much time at all with Frank's father, because Michelle said
he was a pervert. Maybe he was, but he was still Tad's
grandfather. It had always made Frank mad.
"You know, I had sex with him when I was your age."
"Really? Why didn't you tell me?"
"Your mother didn't like him. She said he chased young boys.
She made me promise not to talk to you about him."
"He wouldn't chase me," Tad said.
"Why not?" Frank asked.
"I wouldn't run!" They both laughed.
"You really wouldn't?"
"No, Dad." Tad grinned. "I would unzip his pants and pull out
Pete's dad. I would give him a kiss. I love him. I miss him."
"You've never even met Pete's dad!" Frank said.
Tad laughed. "I meant I miss Granddad! But I am sure I would
love Pete's dad. Especially if he looks like Pete."
"You haven't seen your granddad for a few years."
"I know, but I have a picture of him. I am excited! He can
know I'm your wife, can't he? Maybe he won't mind!"
"Yes, baby. We can tell him. I think he will be happy for us.
Would you like for more people to know about us?"
"Not if we will get in trouble."
"I know that. I will give it some thought. I am very proud
you are my wife."
"I am proud you are my husband."
"And we want people to know how happy we are, right, baby?"
"Right, Dad."
"When you see your grandfather at the hotel, if you want to
have sex with him, kiss him on the mouth, and don't pull away
immediately. He'll get the idea."
"Would you mind?"
"No, baby. I know he wants you. If you want him, I think you
should do it. But only if you want to. I love him, too."
"How do you know he wants me?"
"Because he told me he would love to fuck you. He asked me if
he could."
"Oh."
"Why didn't he?"
"Would you have wanted him to fuck you?"
"I think so. Oh! That's cool, Dad. I could have Pete and
Pete's Dad!"
"Oh, lord! I'm raising a sex maniac!" Frank joked.
"Oh. It's bad."
"No, Tad. I was kidding. It isn't bad at all. Having sex with
someone you love is not bad. And you love him, you said."
"I do."
Frank chuckled. "Then I guess you should let him fuck you. Do
you think you might like to have sex with both of us at the same
time?"
"I would really love that, Daddy!"
"Then we will."
"Does his cum taste like yours?"
"I don't know. I've never tasted mine or his."
"Why not?"
"Dad always fucked me."
"Oh. I hope he will let me suck him." Frank grinned and shook
his head.
"I have a feeling he will let you do that as much as you
want."
Frank pulled up to the valet parking area. They got out of
the car. Tad got the butt plug. That might have been embarrassing
if they forgot it. A bellboy took their bags and Frank took the
butt plug and lube.
They walked to the front desk. Tad looked around and saw
several women looking at his handsome daddy. He was happy. His
dad belonged to him in every way.
"I would like a room for me and my son."
"How many nights will you be staying?"
"Three."
Frank got a room with a bidet and a Jacuzzi.
"Oh, my father will be in. Will you send him to our room? You
can't miss him. I look just like him."
"Yes, sir."
They went to their room. The bellboy left their bags and
Frank tipped him.
"Wow, Dad! This is nice!"
"It's our honeymoon, baby! And there are no knives!"
Tad laughed and hugged his father.
They looked in the bathroom. Tad was very excited.
Tad pulled down his father's shorts while his father grinned
at him. He kissed his father's erection.
"I love you, Pete," Tad said. They both laughed.
Frank pulled his tank top off. Then he pulled Tad's shirt
off. Tad got naked in a hurry.
Frank showed his son how to use the bidet.
"Can we get one for our house, Dad?"
"Hmm. I don't see why not. Do you like it?"
"Oh, yeah."
They climbed into bed together and kissed. They were both
very hard.
Frank lay there and let his son enjoy his body. Tad stroked
and kissed and licked. He was an amazing lover, to be so young.
Tad moved between his father's hairy legs. He took his
father's erection and planted kisses all over it. He ran his
fingers through his dad's long pubic hair. He pressed his face in
his father's crotch and sniffed. He thought it was a wonderful
smell. Then he laughed.
"What's funny?" Frank asked.
"Nothing, Dad. I'm just happy."
Frank sighed. "I am too, baby. I believe I am happier than I
have ever been."
"I think I am, too. And we should be happy, Dad. We are on
our honeymoon." Frank nodded.
Tad took his father's erection in his hands. He pulled the
foreskin back and began licking the velvety head of his father's
cock. Frank sighed again. Tad pulled back to watch a little of
his dad's syrup bubble out of the end. He lapped it up. He loved
the taste. It began flowing as Tad licked the head, and he lapped
up every bit of it.
Frank folded his arms behind his head and smiled as he was
serviced. He grinned when his son rubbed the head of his cock all
over his face, smearing the pre-cum into his skin. His son was
addicted to his cock and Frank hoped his addiction never ended. A
spurt of pre-cum shot about an inch out of his cock and dripped
down his son's nose. His son wiped it into his mouth before
swallowing the head of his father's cock.
Tad started stroking the shaft while he sucked on the head.
He wanted his dad's cum and he couldn't wait any longer. He
hadn't had any all day. Frank thrust up as he came closer and
closer to the edge. He groaned as Tad took him over that edge.
Tad gulped as six powerful streams of cum shot out of his
father's balls and into his mouth. He swallowed several times as
his father moaned and writhed on the bed in pleasure. Tad felt
very powerful to be able to affect a big man like his father that
way. Tad was small, but knowing the effect he had on his dad made
him feel really big. As his father's orgasm ended, Tad looked
into his eyes. He could see the love in his father's eyes. He
hoped his dad could see how much Tad loved him.
Finally it was over. Tad squeezed all he could out of his
father's stiff cock and licked it up.
Frank pulled him up on the bed. He rolled Tad on his back and
lay on top of him. Tad wrapped his arms around his father as his
father's tongue plunged into his mouth. They kissed for a long
time. There was no longer any need to hurry and they were both
exactly where they wanted to be.
There was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Frank called out.
"Tony, your father."
"Damn! I wanted to get that butt plug inside you before he
got here."
Frank got off the bed. Tad watched the butt plug fly through
the air and hit his father in the head. His father collapsed onto
the floor.
"Dad! Dad!" Tad pulled his arm, but his father was
unconscious or dead. Tad sobbed.
Tad ran to the door to let his grandfather in the room.
"He got hit in the head! He's-he's-"
Tony walked quickly over to the bed. He felt for his son's
pulse. It was there.
"He's unconscious. Get dressed. We can't have paramedics in
here with both of you naked."
"OK. Granddad."
While Tad got dressed, Tony asked him what happened.
"He said he was going to put the butt plug in me and Mom got
mad and hit him in the head with it."
Tony looked at the butt plug. It was big! And dangerous,
evidently.
"Can you see her?"
"No. But things keep flying around. We know she's here."
"Try to get your father's underwear on him while I dial 911."
Tad tried, but he couldn't lift his father. He got his feet
in his Dad's boxers, but that was all he could do. He realized he
put them on backwards, so he pulled them off and put them on
again. He managed to pull them up to his father's knees.
Tony talked to the emergency people and gave them the room
number. Then he hung up.
He lifted his son and Tad pulled his boxers up.
"Do we need to put any other clothes on him?" Tad asked.
"No. He's fine like that. Hide the butt plug in his
suitcase."
"OK. Granddad!"
Tad did that and then hugged his grandfather.
"He will be OK, Tad."
"Are you sure?"
"His pulse is strong and regular."
While they waited, Tony said, "I suppose the two of you are
having sex and that is why your mother is mad."
"Yes. I love Dad, though."
"I know."
"He told me that you and he used to-"
"Yes, we did.
"Martha, if you can hear me, we need your protection!" Tony
said.
"Is that Grandmother?" Tad asked.
"Yes. Maybe she can hear and will watch over us."
Tony patted his lap and Tad climbed on it. He looked at his
grandfather.
"You look so much like Daddy."
"Is that good?"
"It's very, very good."
He remembered what his dad said about kissing him on the
mouth. He did and Tony pushed his tongue into his grandson's
mouth. They kissed and Tony could feel it was calming Tad. It was
doing the opposite to him, though. He was harder than he'd been
in years.
Tad felt his grandfather's erection under him. He reached
under him and squeezed it with his hand. Tony gasped.
"I'm glad you like me so much, Granddad."
"I love you, and I'm glad you care about an old man like me."
"What are we going to do? If I have sex with you, she may try
to kill you, too."
"Do you want to have sex with me?"
Tad nodded. "Yes. You are just as handsome as Dad, and I love
you. Dad said it was OK, if I loved you. I do."
His grandfather kissed him again as Tad squeezed his
erection. They kissed until they heard pounding on the door.
They went to the door and let three paramedics into the room.
"He hit his head and lost consciousness. I wasn't here. I got
here a minute or so after it happened. This is his son, Tad. I am
Frank's father."
The paramedics were checking him when Frank groaned.
"What-? What-happened?"
"You hit your head, son."
"Oh, Dad. Is Tad all right?"
"Yes."
Frank tried to get up.
"You had a minor head trauma. We need to take you to the
hospital for x-rays and observation," one of the men said. They
put him on a stretcher.
"No. I don't want to go. I will see my own doctor for x-
rays," Frank said.
"It could be very serious, sir. You should not take a risk
like this."
"Thank you, but I insist."
They tried to convince him to go. Tad thought he should.
"But Dad!"
"Shush," his grandfather told him. He whispered, "We can't
tell them how or why he was hurt. They will insist on knowing
before they treat him."
Tad stared at his grandfather. He nodded. They definitely
couldn't tell how or why!
"I will drive him to the doctor as soon as we call him," Tony
said.
They reluctantly left. Once they were gone, Tad ran over to
his father and hugged him.
Frank sat on the bed and Tad sat next to him.
"Dad, I'm afraid the attacks will continue until she kills
me," Frank said.
Tad began crying and his father took him in his arms.
"You two should come to my house. I believe your mother is
still in the house. Sometimes I feel her presence very strongly.
She will protect you, Frank."
"I would have laughed if you said that to me two days ago,"
Frank said. "Now I hope you are right."
Frank looked at his son and smiled.
"It's a good thing we didn't unpack!" he said to his son.
Tad laughed. "Can we still have our honeymoon?"
Frank looked at his father who didn't understand.
"Tad wants to be my new wife. He will cook and take care of
the house. I told him this was our honeymoon, here at the
Hilton."
Tony stared at them. He thought Frank was so conventional.
Obviously he wasn't, and Tony was pleased.
"Well, the two of you can have your honeymoon at my house,
Tad. I will try to keep out of your way," Tony said.
"No! Granddad. I want you there."
"On your honeymoon?"
"Yes."
Tony grinned. His son didn't seem to mind.
Tad wiggled his finger. His father bent over.
"Does Granddad need a wife?" he whispered.
"Yes," his father whispered back. "Do you want to volunteer?"
"I wouldn't mind. I can cook and clean for both of you. What
do you think?"
"We can try it and see if it works out. How about that?"
Tad grinned and nodded.
"Dad, Tad wants to try being your wife, too."
"Do you, Tad, darling?" Tony asked him.
"I do! Is the bed big enough?"
Tony and Frank laughed.
"It's a king size bed. We will all fit," Tony told him.
"Can I sleep in the middle?"
"We wouldn't have it any other way, precious. Would we, son?"
"No, Dad. Tad should definitely be in the middle."
"Let's get your stuff and go home," Tony said.
Tony groaned as he watched his son and grandson exchange a
passionate kiss. He could feel his cock leaking. He couldn't wait
to bury it inside his cute grandson. No, his new wife. He
grinned.