Dad Meets Jessie

By: Joe Camp

Warning: The following story is a work of fiction. It is a fantasy. It never happened, except in the author's imagination. This story contains sex between a man and teen boy. The author does not encourage or condone sex between adults and children.

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Fiction and Real Life: This story is all fiction. The characters in this story engage in unprotected sex. That's not real life if you want to live to old age. The characters are a product of my imagination, and can't catch anything unless I want them to. Any resemblance of characters to an actual person is purely coincidental.

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Dad Meets Jessie

Ah, there he is. That's him getting off the bus now. Jessie. I would have known him even without the photo he sent, or his wearing that bright red tee shirt. He described himself perfectly. Five feet, ten inches tall. 145 pounds. He doesn't really look like he weighs that much. Oh, he looks so young with his shoulder length blond hair swept back that way, but we are legal in this state. The age of consent is 16. Jessie is 16. I'm sure he wouldn't lie to me. We promised each other we wouldn't lie when we first started chatting together. His clear blue eyes met mine.

"Dad," he called out to me as he lifted his hand and waved.

I had to smile to myself when I heard him call me that. Was it only thee months ago that we had met in that gay chat room? I had been lurking for a few weeks, never joining in the conversation. Yeah, I know I'm gay, but to me it has to be more than just sex. No, I didn't join the conversation until Jessie made the comment that sex had to include love. When the others in the room started jumping all over him, I had gone to his defense. He might only be 16, while I'm 55, but we think a lot alike. It didn't take us long to get into our own chat room and find we have so many beliefs in common.

Yeah, we would spend an hour or two every day chatting. By the end of the first week, I knew he was still a virgin, and wouldn't give himself to anyone he didn't love. He knew my wife had died about a year ago, and that while I know I'm gay, I too am a virgin to man on man sex. We never cyber sexed. No, Jessie isn't in to that, and I'm not either. We just talked about life and how it feels to know we are gay. We talked about our hopes and our dreams of finding someone to love. No, we didn't cyber sex, but every once in a while we would tease each other.

I would sometimes end our chat with, "I'm going to bed. Why don't you cum join me?"

I guess it was the second week we had been chatting that he called me Dad for the first time. He went on and on, complaining about the girl right in front of him getting the last piece of pizza in the lunch line. He had to settle for chili. He said it wasn't fair. I had responded by telling him life isn't always fair, and to grow up and get over it.

"OK, Dad, sorry," he had answered back.

"That is okay, son," I had responded.

Ever since, it has been dad and son. All his pings start out, "Hi, Dad!" I respond with, "How's it going, son?"

Yeah, in some ways, I do feel he is like a son. I want to protect him and help him grow up. I want him to find that person he loves. But then, I can't help but hope that person is myself. I can't stop the thoughts of taking him in my arms and .............. Oh, well.

Jessie rushed over and his arms wrapped around me in a tight hug. It almost made me cry. He had told me how hard it is for him to touch someone else. Yes, Jessie is very shy. He doesn't even give his own family hugs. My arms went around him and squeezed him tight against me. I had to force myself not to place a kiss on his forehead. That is the only place he would let me kiss him in our cyber chats. Jessie clung to me for a few moments, before breaking our hug. I was reluctant to let him go.

"I'll get my bags and we can get going," he told me.

He grabbed his bags off the cart, and the man checked his stub. We made our way through the Bus Station to the parking lot. Neither of us had anything to say as we walked to my car. Jessie kept smiling at me, and I couldn't keep from smiling back.

I opened the trunk, and Jessie throw his bags in. This meeting had been Jessie's idea. Oh, I like it! But, it had been his idea. He had suggested I meet him here when he had learned his parents were packing him off to his aunt's so they could spend the summer in Europe. When he found he had a layover and a bus change only 95 miles from my house, he had come up with the plan. If he "accidentally" missed the first connecting bus, the next bus he could catch wouldn't be for 14 hours.

So, we have 14 hours together. 14 hours of bliss, or 14 hours of uncomfortable silence? It is so much easier for him to talk on the Internet than in person. He has told me that over and over.

I unlocked the passenger door and Jessie got in. He slid across the seat and had the driver's door unlocked before I got around the car. I slid into the drive's seat, and started the car. As I was backing out of the parking space, Jessie placed his hand on my thigh. I couldn't help but glance at him, and he had a big grin on his face. 'Yeah,' I thought to myself, 'maybe everything is going to be okay between us.' I'm sure the grin I returned to him was as big as the one he was giving me.

It didn't take us long to drive over to the Holiday Inn. I had already checked us in, so we grabbed his bags and made our way to room 224. I unlocked the door to our room, and couldn't help but notice the smile fade from Jessie's face. It only lasted a moment, as it appeared Jessie was making his final decision. The big grin returned as he moved past me into the room.

"Well, here I am, Dad," he announced as he sat down his bags.

"Yeah, son, here we are. Jessie, it's not too late to just stop everything, son. Your bus hasn't left yet, and there is still time."

"Is that what you want me to do, Dad?" he asked.

"No, son, only if that is what you want to do," I replied.

"No, I want to be here with you, Dad," he informed me. His voice was strong with conviction.

"Oh, Jessie, I want to be here with you too."

My arms opened, as he rushed to me. He slipped his arms around my waist and pulled me tight against his body. My lips pressed against his forehead as I gave him my first kiss. He lifted his head and kissed my cheek. It was so much more than I had been expecting.

On the drive to town, I had prepared myself. Over and over I had told myself nothing was going to happen. Nothing but meeting a young friend. He's only 16, I told myself. He's not going to want me when he sees me and knows how old 55 looks! He calls me Dad. He thinks of me as a father he can talk to. Nothing more. Nothing will happen. We will just meet, maybe if I'm lucky I'll get to hug him. Then he will get back on the bus, and hopefully, he'll still want to chat on the Internet.

Jessie looked up and smiled at me. Then he lay his head on my shoulder and sighed. His grip around my waist tightened, and he was letting me know he didn't want to let go. I squeezed him tight with one arm as I petted his head, smoothing his hair.

"Oh, Dad," Jessie sighed, "I'm ready if you want to do it with me."

"Oh, Jessie, you don't know how bad I want you!"

"Yeah," he giggled, "I think I know. I can feel your boner pressing against me."

It wasn't until he said that, that I even realized I was hard. I could feel his hard-on pressing against me too. I slid my head down his back gently rubbing as we held each other close. At that moment, it was enough for me to just hold him. I guess it was enough for him too, as he made no move to pull away.

Jessie pulled me down onto the bed, and started unbuttoning my shirt. As soon as it was open, he ran his hand across my chest and pushed me flat onto the bed. I lay on my back and let him do whatever he wanted. He soon laid his cheek on my chest and sighed. I petted his hair as we just lay there. We lay for what seemed like a long time. I don't know, maybe it seemed longer than it really was because we were both nervous and unsure of each other.

He sit up and pulled his tee shirt over his head. I slipped off my shirt. We lay running our hands over each others bodies. I felt the smoothness of his young chest. My hands explored his back, from the nape of his neck to his belt line. I wasn't sure if I should go any lower. No, I didn't go any lower until I felt his hand on my butt.

Jessie caressed my butt, then his hand moved towards my dick. I was so hard it hurt. Gently, he ran just the tips of his fingers over the hard-on inside my pants, tenderly outlining my throbbing cock. I knew I was leaking so much pre-cum that my underwear was wet. I reached for his belt, but he grabbed my hand. His face was down, and he was too bashful to look at me.

"You know I'm kind of little," he stated, "You won't be disappointed with me will you, Dad?"

"I've told you over and over, son, it isn't how much you have, it is what you do with it."

Still gripping my hand, Jessie looked up and asked, "Frank, can I still call you Dad, or would that weird you out?"

"Yes, son, you can still call me dad."

Jessie leaned over and kissed my cheek, letting go of my hand as he gave me a hug. My arms wrapped around him as we hugged our naked chests together. He flopped back on his back, kicking off his shoes without untiing them. I followed his example and kicked off mine.

"OK, Dad, I'm ready," he informed me.

He shivered as my hand reached for his belt buckle. I could tell this was hard for him to do, but he was determined. I don't know how often he had told me he was too embarrassed to let anyone see him naked.

I got his belt undone, and opened the top button of his jeans. I could tell Jessie was forcing himself to relax as I slid down the zipper. Tenderly I pulled down his jeans, and he lifted his butt as I slipped them down. His hard-on was clear to see, pushing against the fabric inside his briefs.

My fingers went under the elastic band of his underwear, and once again Jessie shivered. I looked into his blue eyes. Yes, I saw fear there as he stared back at me, but I also saw the want and desire, the hope of acceptance. He lifted his hips, and I slowly pulled down his briefs.

He was beautiful. His stubby five inch dick was hard against his tummy. The light blond pubic hair that he wants to dye green, made a perfect bed around his dick. He had been cut, just like me. The perfectly formed head of his cock was a bright red.

I leaned over to place a kiss on that wonderful piece of equipment. My lips were almost to it when Jessie started trembling. The closer I got to his dick, the worse the trembling became. His breathing was almost a whimpering.

My lips were only inches from his dick when I decided Jessie wasn't ready for this to happen. I started to raise my head to tell him we didn't have to do this, when his hands went to the back of my head. He gave a hard push downward, and my lips encountered his dick. My nose hit his pelvic bone a little hard, and it did hurt. I didn't mind though when I heard the contented sigh Jessie let escape from deep inside himself.

The trembling stopped as I placed kisses along his short shaft. I kissed each of his plump nuts that were tight against his body. I knew he was full. We had promised not to jack-off for 2 days before we met.

Yeah, I was nervous too. I had never done this either. Oh, sure, we had read a lot about man on man sex. We didn't cyber sex, but we would often send each other stories we had found on the net. Some of them would get very descriptive. Yeah, we both knew pretty much what to expect.

I was a little worried about how I might react to the smell of his dick. It excited me, and my heart was beating a little fast. My tongue touched his egg sac. I tasted a little sweat, but it didn't taste bad. Jessie let out a low moan. My mouth slipped around his dick, and Jessie whimpered. He gave a few quick gentle humps.

"Oh, Oh, Daaaaad," he softly sobbed.

The bitter sweet taste of his creamy cum was flooding my mouth. I had never tasted any cum but my own, but he didn't taste at all bad. I swallowed as he filled my mouth. Once more as more of his juice was pumped from his dick. His breathing was broken moans as he got his emotions back under control.

I lay with my head resting on his tummy; his dick still in my mouth. Jessie lay petting my hair as he recovered. As his dick softened in my mouth, a little more of his cum leaked from the slit. I gave it a gentle suck, and Jessie winced.

"I'm too sore now, Dad," he told me as he lifted my head from his dick.

I lay beside him and he snuggled into my arms. He lay his head on my shoulder and we were both lost in our own thoughts. I don't know, he may have dropped off to sleep for a few minutes. I lay thinking about what I had done. Yeah, I had been afraid even though I know I'm really gay. I had been afraid I wouldn't be able to suck a dick. I had done it, and yeah, I'm okay with it. Jessie was satisfied with me. That is all that matters.

Yeah, I was lost in though until I felt Jessie kiss my chest. He was tentative as he kissed each of my nipples. I encouraged him as I stroked his bare butt. His kisses followed the hair line from my chest past my navel. He paused only a moment before unbuckling my belt. My pants were around my ankles before I knew it.

Jessie was tugging at the leg of my pants trying to get it over my foot. He was kneeling there at my feet wearing nothing but his white crew socks. He was so beautiful. My pants came off, and he let them fall off the end of the bed. He moved back up the bed, and my underwear was coming off. My hard dick was sticking almost straight up.

His hand wrapped around my dick and I heard him mutter to himself, "this big cock is mine. It doesn't belong to anyone but me."

He hesitated only a moment before my cock disappeared into his mouth. His hand cupped my nuts. I don't know how long it lasted. I was too lost in the wonderful feelings rushing throughout my body. No one had ever before given me a blow-job. My wife had never done it. We had sex only in the missionary position once a week or so. No foreplay. No unnecessary touching. Just get it over with and go to sleep. No, no one had ever given me the feelings that Jessie was giving me. No, I don't know how long it lasted. I know it was over much too soon for me. My cum was boiling from my nuts to fill Jessie's mouth. I had to strain against him as I pumped out all the cum I had been saving for Jessie.

Jessie let my wet dick slip out of his mouth. My arm wrapped around him as he settled his head back onto my shoulder. He squeezed me hard before kissing my nipple.

"Thanks, Dad," he told me.

"You're welcome, son," I answered. "Thank you."

We lay just quietly talking. Even our silences were a comfortable silence. Our hands roamed wherever they wanted. Jessie was fondling my nuts as he told me about his last week of school. My finger was playing with his butt crack. He looked up and stared into my eyes.

"After eating each other's cum, I don't guess there could be anything in your mouth to worry about," he told me just before our lips met.

His tongue slipped inside my mouth. I let him get his fill, but I couldn't hardly stand it. I wanted my tongue inside his mouth. As soon as his tongue retreated, mine was following his. I thought I might faint from the pleasure. I was light headed, and I didn't care if I ever drew another breath. I was at last happy. Jessie broke our kiss.

"I'm getting hungry," he told me. "Don't you think we ought to go get something to eat? I haven't called my aunt yet either. I had better do that before too long."

The room was growing dark. We had been laying on that bed together for a long time.

"Yeah, we had better do that," I replied.

Jessie swung his feet over the side of the bed as he sat up and reached for the phone. He made his call, and as he was telling his aunt that he would be at the Holiday Inn, my hand was stroking the inside of his thigh. He grinned at me and swatted my hand as I fondled his nuts. In an almost straight voice he told his aunt he was in room 224. He promised to be on the next bus, and hung up just before he broke out giggling. He gave me a quick peck on the cheek before grabbing my hand and pulling me up.

"Come on," he told me. "You can play with that some more later. I want to eat right now. I'm just a growing boy and you're starving me to death."

It didn't take us long to be dressed and in the car heading for the nearest Taco Bell. That is where Jessie wanted to go. We were sitting down with our tray of food when he asked.

"Did you bring the dye?"

"Yeah." I told him.

"You going to help me do it?"

"If that is what you want," I told him.

"Yeah, I think it will be so kewl."

Jessie had tried to dye his pubic hair himself a month or so ago. He had worked up the nerve to buy a green shampoo type dye, and he had worked it into his pubic hair. He said it had looked real good until he started sweating. Then, the dye had run and ruined his underwear. He had been able to get them into the trash without anyone knowing, but he still wanted green pubic hair.

I had told him to go back and ask if they had a permeant dye, but he was too shy. I had gone to a beauty supply house and asked if they had some. The sales lady suggested the shampoo type in case he wanted to wash it out, but I explained that he wanted to use it under his arms, and that ran. Without batting a eyelash, she handed me a kit.

"It won't come out. He will just have to wait for the hair to grow out."

I had bought the dye kit, and it was waiting for him in my suitcase back at the inn. Yeah, I wasn't sure I wanted him to have green pubic hair, but I would help him.

It didn't take us long to finish eating and be back in our room. I spread the plastic trash bags I had brought on the bed so we wouldn't get anything on it. Jessie stripped and lay down. OK, so I sucked his dick and made him cum again before we got to the dye. I carefully followed the directions as I first bleached out his underarms and around his cock with the peroxide. He seemed to enjoy my playing with his underarms, so I gave them a few extra strokes. He playfully purred at me.

We did everything step by step, as we followed the directions to the letter. We stood in the shower, washing away any remaining chemicals, and Jessie was sporting a bright green bush and underarms. He was so pleased with the results that I had to be happy for him. No, I don't really mind his green pubic hair. He is still the sexist thing walking around on two legs that I have ever seen!

We toweled each other off, before making our way back to the bed. I reached into my suitcase and pulled out the lube. I just held it up for Jessie to see, and he reached for it. I spread a towel and lay on the center of the bed. Jessie got between my legs. I lifted my legs to my chest, and Jessie started working in the lube.

I wouldn't take much to be ready. I had never really been fucked, but when I decided I am gay, I had gotten one of those plastic penises. I had used it, so I knew I could handle Jessie's dick. When he had three fingers easily sliding around in me, I reached for the lube and slicked his dick.

Tenderly with his eyes staring into mine, he lined the head of his dick up with my hole. His eyes were full of love as he gently pushed in. My body filled with wondrous joy as his dick head hit my prostate. I wanted to grab him and consume his whole body. I wanted to draw every bit and piece of him into me.

I wanted him. I wanted Jessie. I had to have him. My hands flew to the two plump melons that make up Jessie's bubble butt. I pulled him tight against me, driving his dick into me, crushing that green mound of pubic hair flat against my butt. I had to sob as Jessie reached down and gently caressed my cheek as he smiled at me. There can be nothing greater in this world than to be connected to Jessie by his hard dick.

Jessie started humping and his dick slid back and forth across my prostate. Yeah, we had never done it before, but he is an expert just from all of the stories he has read. He slowly pulled his dick out of me. My ass muscles couldn't help but clamp down, trying to trap that wonderful tool. Trying to not let it get away. Trying to make him keep filling my hole with his love. Just before he came all the way out, he pushed slowly back in, and I had to quietly sigh. No piece of plastic can compare to Jessie's hot throbbing dick.

Jessie's hand wrapped around my swollen cock, and he started jacking me off in time with his thrusts. Every once in a while, he would pause and run his thumb over the sensitive head. A moan escaped from me, and Jessie's face showed that he was thrilled. I had to reach up and caress his cheek. He smiled at me with love filled eyes, before returning his attention to our fucking.

His thrusts became faster and more powerful. His hand went up and down faster and faster on my dick. Yes, we were almost there. We were about to reach the peak. Faster his dick slid back and forth across my prostate. I was at the point I was sure I couldn't take any more. My breaths were coming in sobbing gulps. I couldn't have kept my ass still even if I had to.

Jessie pulled outward one more time. He pushed back in and stabbed my prostate with the head of his dick. The climax that washed through me was felt from the tips of my toes to the very ends of each strand of hair. My world was spinning, as my cum gushed from my dick to land high on my shoulders.

I was almost unconscious as my climax ran it's course. I barely had just enough senses left to know when Jessie came. The "Dad," that escaped his lips did register on my brain. I think I felt the hot splash of his cum entering me. Jessie collapsed on top of me. I was so relaxed. So complete. So fulfilled. I didn't know when Jessie slipped out of me and left our bed to go wash up.

No, the next thing I was aware of was the phone ringing with our wake up call. Jessie rolled out of my arms and picked up the phone. He hung it back up and rolled back into my arms.

"Morning, Dad."

"Morning, son."

"Are you going to be here when I come back through?" he asked.

"Yes." I told him.

He just nodded before turning into a 69 position. At last, he had asked the question we had both been wanting to ask. We both knew what the question had really been, and what my answer was saying, as we slurped each other's dicks into our mouths. No, there wasn't any nervousness between us that morning. There was no shyness. We both knew what the other wanted, and we agreed. No, we could concentrate on pleasing the other.

Yes, I enjoyed every little movement of Jessie's tongue on my dick head. I thrilled as he tickled the underside of the ridge with his tongue. I shuddered as he gently sucked as his head bobbed up and down the shaft of my hard rod. His face that looked so young was bloated with my dick.

I was pleased to know he was enjoying what I was doing to him as much as I was enjoying what he was doing to me. We played and sucked on each other for 15 or 20 minutes. Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer. I had to release my cum into Jessie's wonderful mouth. Only a moment later, his cum was pumping out as he squirted into my mouth.

We had to hurry as we got cleaned up and dressed. We rushed through breakfast at the cafe before heading to the bus station. We didn't wait long before Jessie's bus was called. He gave me a quick hug before handing the driver his ticket and climbing aboard the bus. I watched as he made his way down the aisle of the bus to a seat by the window. He waved, and I could make out what he was saying from the movement of his lips.

"Bye, Dad. See you soon."

"Bye, son!" I called out, as I waved back.

Yeah, six weeks to wait until he starts back home. Yes, we had both known what the question really had been when he had asked if I was going to meet him. Yeah, six weeks and then another 14 hours together. We will figure out some way of being together once in a while after he returns home. Yeah, another 14 hours together, then two years, no, really it is only 19 months until his 18th birthday, and he will move in with me.

The End

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