It's been a very long time since I last updated this story. Why? The answer is simple; writer's block. A bad case of it. But I think I'm finally out of it now, and I've set about to finish my sadly un-updated stories. This is the second-to-last chapter of APL, and the final chapter is well under way, so (fingers crossed), no more long delays. Nifty's disclaimers apply; don't read this if love and sex between a father and his young son offends you, or if it's illegal to read it where you live. Don't post this elsewhere without asking. As always, thoughts and comments are most welcome. My e-mail is winterimage(at)hotmail.com.
The excerpt from The Jungle Book was found at the Gutenberg Project. Copyright to Rudyard Kipling.
A Perfect Love
The next couple of days went by quietly. We spent most of our time in or around the cabin; hiking, swimming, playing or just taking it easy. A couple of times, we went on short trips to the camping site, to stock up on supplies and say hi to Eric. I don't really know why, but I didn't tell dad right away that Eric had found out about us. Maybe because Eric had promised not to let it go any further, and maybe I just wanted to spare dad the extra worries. Because he did worry. Every night, we had sex before going to sleep, but when I brought up the subject of anal sex, he got defensive. So I decided to let him take his time, even though I ached to get to do it with him. To reach that point of utmost intimacy, to give him all I was able to give. The nights were still fine, though. Dad didn't mind the rest of the stuff we did; he even initiated some of the times, whenever I wasn't quick enough. I managed to shoot sperm a couple of times, and when I really tried not to lose myself in the orgasm, I actually felt it happen at one time. It amazed me just how much better it got when something actually happened, instead of all the blanks I'd fired before, but at the same time it made my orgasms terribly exhausting.
The second-to-last night of our stay in the cabin, I managed to shoot past my navel, after dad stroked me to orgasm. True, it wasn't much to look at; just a couple of drops of something that looked pretty much like dad's pre-cum, but when he let me taste it, it was deliciously sweet. Afterwards, I just lay there, panting like I had run the marathon. Dad licked up the last drops from my stomach, then rubbed my chest as I began to drift away. Fighting off sleep, I rolled over to kiss him. This was turning into my favourite bit of sex; to cuddle afterwards. I pressed my body against him, and he responded by hugging me tightly.
"Love you, dad," I yawned.
"I love you too, Jimmy," he said, but his soft voice sounded a bit distracted, and I knew he was in deep thought again. Part of me still wanted to give him time, but the rest of me was growing restless. I was just about to give in and ask him what was wrong, when he started talking. "I love you so much, son, but... but I can't help being scared. I know what you want, and I... I want it too." I felt my head spin. He wanted to...! I tried my best not to faint, or to whoop with joy for that matter. "There's so much I don't know, Jimmy. I don't know about your school, but in my days we definitely didn't talk about man-to-man sex during sex-ed classes." I giggled. "I'm just so scared I'll hurt you. If we do something wrong... I mean, you're not very experienced either, are you?"
"No, dad." I tried not to, but couldn't help giggling again. "I'm not. So what are you saying?"
"I'm saying your old man is at his wits' end. I just don't know what to do." He hushed me as I opened my mouth to talk. "Just let me finish, okay?" I nodded, and he smiled in return, patting my head. "Good boy. Jimmy, I've got a million thoughts running through my head right now. Part of me wants to do like you say, and try carefully until we get it right, but at the same time I'm thinking crazy things."
"Well..." he fidgeted, then drew breath. "Well, some part of me wants to give up on sex completely."
"Dad, no! Please!"
"No, Jimmy, don't worry." He stroked my cheek, calming me down before the tears began. "I'm not saying I will, just what I'm thinking, okay?"
"Well, I was also thinking maybe I could find someone, some gay guy who knows more about sex. Someone who could tell me how it's done and how to avoid hurting each other. Then I realised I couldn't just ask someone how to have sex with my pre-teen son." He sighed. "We've got a quite unique thing here, Jimmy. I do love you, and I do want to have sex with you, but we mustn't let people find out."
"Dad, Eric knows."
"He does?" His eyes widened with shock when I nodded. "When did..."
"I didn't tell him, not really. He kind of figured it out. But he said he didn't mind. He told me to be good to you."
"Oh, you are, son!" He hugged me again. "You are. Now, all this thinking..."
"Dad, you don't have to tell me. We'll j-just not do anything until you're done thinking."
At this time, I couldn't keep my tears back. I cried not so much because I couldn't get what I wanted, even needed. No, I cried because my dad, the man I loved more than anything else, was hurting inside. To make that stop, to see him completely happy again, no sacrifice would be too great. What I wished for mattered little. He must have understood this, because he said nothing, just held me until I managed to calm down. We cuddled for a while, lying facing each other, then he rolled over to lie on his back, pulling me on top of him. I tried a smile, but judging by the way he cringed it didn't come out well. He kissed me softly on the lips, then stroked my cheek.
"I'm sorry, Jimmy, I know you hate it when I'm upset, even when it's not with you."
"I just don't want you to hurt. Everything else doesn't matter."
"Gods, my boy!" He hugged me tightly, squeezing me so hard I grunted. "What did I do to deserve such a sweet, wonderful boy?"
"Raised him." I giggled as he squeezed me even tighter, crushing my face into his armpit. I tried to protest, but only managed a half-choked mumble. "But dad, I've got to breathe, you know."
"Oh, sorry!" He let up a bit, but kept me in a firm grip. "Better?"
I returned the snuggle, breathing deeply of the musky smell of his sweat. Part of me felt that I should be disgusted, but the part that usually made the decisions these days started getting stiff. Dad noticed this, since it lay against his stomach, and he stroked my back, patting my rump. We lay like that for a good while, just resting body-to-body, keeping the chill at bay with our own warmth. Dad must have thought I had fallen asleep, because he shifted a little in bed, then kissed my forehead. He was quiet for a little while, then he whispered into my ear.
"Beautiful boy, my sweet son. I promise you I will make up my mind soon. Then I'll give you anything you want."
"Does that mean I'll get that MP3-player?" I asked, making my voice sound as if I had just woken up. "Or will I get...?"
"You little shit!" He swatted my rump, then proceeded to tickle my sides until I was squealing with laughter. "Is this what I get for being considerate? For caring about you?"
"I'm sorry, dad." I laid my head down on his chest, then turned so I could kiss his nipple. He sighed with pleasure and started stroking my back. "I didn't mean to tease you."
"No, it's all right." He patted my cheek. "I had half a mind to spank you, but I changed my mind."
"I can feel that. Your cock is getting hard."
I giggled as he flexed his muscles and his penis jerked up against mine, touching the underside of my sac. As I returned to sucking his nipple, he quickly turned all hard. He was so close now. I felt the tip of his penis touch me less than an inch from my hole. All I had to do was to sit up a little and push backwards and he'd be inside me. The thought was so tempting, so very tempting. But I resisted. When it finally happened, I wanted it to be special, like passing a milestone. I didn't want to take; I wanted him to give. So instead, I raised my hips so his erection shot up beneath mine, then lay back down again. I began to move, slowly grinding my cock against his, while I looked up to meet his eyes. He was smiling warmly, and his eyes were slightly glazed over with something I decided had to be lust. Because when I grinned back at him, he started moving as well. We soon found a rhythm that let us push against each other. Dad reached in between us with his good hand, and I could feel that he pulled his foreskin back, then smeared his pre-cum all over our cocks. The slickness made it feel even better, and I started thrusting like crazy. He met every other thrust of mine with a push of his own, and it wasn't long before I was back on the edge. But then he slowed down.
"I'm so close, Jimmy," he whispered. "Let's make this last."
He grabbed my buttocks and played with them for a little while, and in return, I started kissing his nipples again. I felt him reach for the puddle that had formed on his stomach, and then suddenly his finger was between my butt cheeks, searching for my hole. I gasped as he started teasing it, running the tip of his finger around the rim until I started pushing back at him. These pushes turned into another dance of thrusts and counter-thrusts. Dad slowly eased a slick finger inside me, driving me wild as he found my prostate and started rubbing it. I pressed myself as hard against him as I could and rubbed both my cock and balls against his hot, hard erection. Despite being racked by this incredible pleasure almost to the edge of losing my mind, I managed to realise just how close this was to actual fucking. Especially when another pre-cum slick finger entered me, and I started grinding against him even harder. We kept pushing and thrusting for another minute or two, then I felt myself pass the point of no return. I was just about to cry out my bliss as dad beat me to it.
"Oh Jimmy! Oh God!"
A stream of super-hot cum hit the underside of my cock just as I passed the highest point of my thrust, and as I backed down again he proceeded to coat my entire belly. His cock was spasming against mine while he shot his seed, pressing so hard against me it almost hurt. During all this, I climaxed as well, yelling out something unintelligible while I delivered a trickle of thin cum to his river of semen. Too soon, all the good feeling abated, and I was beginning to feel sore. I kept pushing against him, though, as if my body just wasn't able to stop. In the end, dad just grabbed me underneath my arms and dragged me up his body, thoroughly coating my entire nether regions with his cum. We lay kissing for a good, long while, until we were both finally coming back down to Earth.
"Mmm," I purred against his probing tongue, then I broke the kiss and looked into his eyes.. "Dad, that was the best yet!"
"Yeah, it was good. Really good." He laughed. "You're really wild, you know."
"Dad, please..." I felt my cheeks blush. "I just... well, I just lost it."
"Want me to help you find it, whatever it was?" He laughed, while I pouted. Sometimes I find his sense of humour embarrassing. "Actually, I'm proud of you, son."
"Well, you could have, you know, taken the next step. When my penis almost touched you down there." He patted my butt. "I know you were tempted."
"You were testing me?" My jaw dropped at hearing this, and I was beginning to get angry. "I can't believe you'd do that to me!"
"No, Jimmy, I wasn't testing you, honestly. It just happened that way, and I know how much you want it." He hugged me to his chest and kissed the top of my head. "I really am proud of you. Not everybody would put the feelings of others before their own."
"Well, I don't wanna rape you, dad. It's not like you could defend yourself if I really tried."
"No need to be sarcastic." He fell quiet for a little while. "Or maybe there is. I didn't even think of that."
"Of what, dad?" I yawned. "Explain it now, or I'll fall asleep."
"I'm not even sure what I mean, myself. I guess I've been afraid that you'd take control of the situation. That you'd hurt yourself because you're so eager. But I guess it's really me who's in charge, isn't it? I mean, I could easily have lifted you away if you had tried to... well, push down on me. Instead of talking and explaining and reasoning with you, I could have just spanked you and sent you to your room at any time. But as it is, I always feel that if you decided to go ahead, I'd just have to follow along if I couldn't sweet-talk my way out of it."
"You could sweet-talk yourself into it any time, dad." This time, I was the one who giggled while he frowned. "That's why I love you so much. You don't even know it when you're being a perfect dad."
"Thank you, my son," he whispered. "I love you too, oh so much."
For once, dad fell asleep before me, still holding me in his arms. After our conversation died down, we fell into a comfortable silence, that must have got to him more than it got to me. I lay there, listening to his slow breathing, pressing my ear against his chest to hear his heart beat. It felt so good, so relaxing, so safe and snug with his arm wrapped around me and his body heat warming me. There was nowhere on Earth I'd rather be. I thought about our days in and about the cabin, and part of me felt sad that tomorrow would be our last day there. Apart from dad's fall, every single memory was a good one. Especially all the little ways dad and me had grown closer. The love I felt for him was stronger than ever, and even though my lust had grown as well, it felt like I had it in check. But what warmed my heart the most was the fact that dad loved me back, with all his heart. If I had ever doubted that, I no longer did. Smiling to myself, I raised up on my elbow and reached over to kiss dad's lips, just a peck. Immediately, his breathing changed, and he rolled over to lie on his side, his free hand stroking my cheek.
"Love you, Jimmy."
"I love you too, dad," I said, even though he was clearly talking in his sleep. Somehow, that made it all even more touching. Even in his dreams, he loved me. "Sweet dreams."
"Thanks, I needed that."
I had barely ever seen dad sleep before, but I recalled that night when he first kissed me, albeit unwittingly. I wondered if he talked in his sleep a lot, or if it was just these two times. As heavily as I slept, it wasn't easy to know. For a second, I thought about what might happen if I tried to initiate anything, maybe rub him hard or something, but even though I discarded that idea as being dishonest and breaking the promise I had made to take things slow, the sheer naughtiness of it made me hard. I had to stifle a giggle; there was just no stopping my penis that night. No matter how many times I came, it just wanted more. Turning around, I backed up to dad, my head beneath his chin and my butt being tickled by his pubic hair, and then I started stroking myself. Dad immediately hugged me to his chest. I could feel his soft penis rest against my upper thigh, almost touching my crack, and this made me even hornier. Though I was really tired, I began slowly jerking off, pulling my foreskin back and forth while I touched my sac with my other hand, rubbing my balls. It didn't take long for that great feeling to arrive, and I bit my lip to keep quiet when I came. I felt a thin dribble of warm semen on my fingers, and immediately brought them to my mouth. The taste was as sweet as ever. I didn't swallow, just smeared it out inside my mouth with my tongue, then I closed my eyes and sighed heavily. This latest orgasm had taken the last of my reserves, and I badly needed sleep. But instead, I just lay there staring at the insides of my eyelids. Try as I might, I couldn't fall asleep, but was still too tired to really stay awake. I knew this feeling; it's something that happens every now and then, and I also knew what would happen next. With dad's strong, gentle arms around me, the smell of him in my nose and the taste of my own cum in my mouth, I fell into some kind of lucid dreaming, knowing nothing was real but unable to affect it. I was alone in the middle of a city I had never seen before, with hundreds of people rushing hither and yon, sometimes so close I could feel them brush against me. And I was naked, for all to see. Every now and then, someone would glance at me and laugh, but most of them left me alone as I began to walk around, looking for dad. He would be there somewhere; he had to! I didn't want to be alone. I didn't want everyone to see me naked. It was cold, too, and I was shivering. Sometimes, I would try to talk to someone, to ask if they had seen my dad, but they always turned and walked away. It soon got dark, and colder, and I tried to wake up from the dream, but to no avail. In the end, I sat down on the sidewalk and cried, wrapping my arms around me to stay warm. That was when I felt a hand brush against my cheek. I knew it was dad, and he was whispering something to me, comforting me. I said something back, can't remember what, then I took his hand, which was wrapped around my chest, and held it as I fell into real sleep. The last thing I remember feeling was his lips kissing the nape of my neck.
When I woke up again, I was alone for real. The bed was cold, but was tucked in beneath the comforter. The bedroom door was open, and I could smell bacon frying in the kitchen. Some of the half-dream I'd had still lingered, and I felt a need for dad's touch. If nothing else, then just for reassurance. I got up, not bothering with clothes as I hurried into the bathroom. Once done in there, I went into the kitchen. Dad greeted me with a warm smile, and I felt my knees turn weak. It was a smile filled with love, and it was all for me. I walked over to the stove and hugged him tightly, burrowing my face into his chest. He said nothing, just patted my back while he continued with his cooking. We stood like that for a good while, until I felt his hand slide down to my butt, then vanish. Knowing what was to come didn't help, and I squealed as his palm smacked into my buttocks. For revenge, I latched on to his nipple, sucking and licking it for all I was worth. Just as it had stiffened, I bit it lightly, and dad cried out.
"Oww, hey! I was just trying to get your attention, you know." He laughed. "Breakfast's done. You can hug me later if you want, but right now lay the table, please."
"All right, dad."
"So, what do you wanna do today? Besides that."
"I wasn't gonna say anything!" I lied, feeling my cheeks burn. "Can't we just stay here? I love this place."
"I knew you would, son. It's a very special place, in so many ways."
"What ways?" I finished my chore, then turned to look at dad. He looked unsure of himself, something I wasn't used to seeing. "What do you mean?"
"I've so many memories of love from here." He filled up our plates, then sat down and opened his arms for me to sit on his lap. I didn't need to be told twice. He hugged me, then kissed my forehead. "First with dad, when he brought me here. I've never been closer to him than those precious times. Then with Melissa, that one magical time, and now with you. This place is like a part of my heart. Somewhere inside of me, I can always return here and feel the love. Even the love I have with me every day."
"You mean me?" He nodded, then hugged me tighter. "Damn it, dad, you're gonna make me cry."
"I'm so glad you love the cabin like I do, Jimmy. I promise you, we'll come back here again. Eric promised me he'll keep the place available, and not just sell it."
"Unless we buy it."
"Then we'd have to rob the poor guy." We laughed. "It's worth a lot more than we can afford. Besides, it wouldn't be so precious if we could come here anytime, don't you think?"
"You mean like the way candy starts tasting bland when you've had too much?"
"Exactly. Lose its magic. But maybe I'll think about getting me a bed like the one here. It's a lot more comfy."
"I don't know, dad, I kind of like your old bed. It's small enough to force me to cuddle up to you."
"Like you wouldn't do that even if we slept on a soccer field!" I giggled. "Let's eat, now. We need to get packed today, too. I thought we'd pay a last visit to the camping ground tomorrow morning."
"To say good bye to your boyfriend?"
"That cost you doing the dishes!"
"No fair!" I protested. "Can't you spank me instead?"
"I'd rather not. I think you're beginning to enjoy that too much."
While I finished drying the dishes and clearing everything away, dad chopped us some wood to build a fire. I could hear the chop-chop of the axe, and once I had washed my hands, I fetched my camera, pulling on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt at the same time. As I had thought, dad was dressed in nothing but a pair of cut-off denim shorts. His upper body was glistening with sweat, the muscles bulging from work. I took a few pictures, taking special delight in zooming in on where his shorts had ridden down a bit, showing the top of his buttocks and crack. He was so sexy! When he spotted me, he laid the axe across his shoulder and flexed for me. It was getting difficult to decide where to keep the focus, though, since the sight of him made my knees weak. I took one last series of pictures as dad swung the axe, burying it into the chopping block. As he gathered up the wood, I walked over and stroked his bandaged arm.
"Are you sure it's okay to do this?"
"I suppose so. It doesn't hurt at all. You can help me carry if you're worried."
"Okay." I stuffed the camera into the pocket of my shorts and let him load my arms with firewood. "Just don't hurt yourself."
"I won't, promise. If you promise not to worry too much."
"Deal." We went back inside and loaded the fireplace. "So, are we staying in?"
"Unless you've thought of something else."
"No, that sounds great."
"What happened to your birthday suit, did it get dirty?"
"Huh?" It took me a while to understand what he meant, but when I did, we both broke out with laughter. "Dad, you're wicked!"
"Well, it was good thinking, to put something on before going outside. I don't want you to burn that cute little butt of yours."
"Do you think it's cute?" I pulled down the back of my shorts and wiggled my rump at him. He nodded, smiling. "I could take it all off again if you want."
"Please, do." It only took a second or two for me to get naked again. Dad blushed a little as he looked me over. "It's strange, I've seen you naked so many times these past weeks, yet it's always such a thrill at first."
"Really?" Dad's words really got to me, making me hard in an instant. "Oops!"
"Especially when you do that." He laughed, making me blush fiercely. "If your sperms are as virile as your cock, you'd better watch it from now on. You'll get the women pregnant by just getting within ten feet of them."
"I'm sorry, son, I didn't mean to be mean." I giggled. "Take it as a compliment."
"Thanks, I think."
"But to answer your question..." By this time, the fire was burning nicely, so dad got to his feet and walked over to the couch. I was right with him, and he had barely sat down before I had crept up onto his lap. He smiled at me before he started talking again. "Your butt is the cutest of your features, and the rest of you is cuter than cute."
I leaned against his sweaty chest, breathing deeply of his musky scent and loving every second of it. I was glad he had forgotten to shower after chopping wood. Despite being naked and hard I wasn't feeling very sexual at the time, and while the heat of the fire spread inside the room we just sat there, dad holding me and me lying against him. Two loving people relishing in their physical contact. Time seemed to stand still for me, and the world seemed to shrink until dad was all there was. Or at least all that mattered. Like last night, the sound of his beating heart and breathing lungs filled my ears, giving me a feeling beyond safe. I guessed that it was a feeling pretty much like lying in my mother's womb; warm and loved and cared for, needing nothing but those sounds of ultimate contact. It must have been imagination, but I thought I could feel my own heartbeat adapt to dad's, until they were in synch with each other. Even my breathing slowed down to match his. It was a union so strong, so perfectly perfect that it would be unbreakable, forever and ever. For maybe the first time in my life, I truly understood why someone would want to pledge himself to another 'until death do us part', and I thought to myself that if I could have any wish granted, any wish whatsoever, it would be to marry my dad. The thought of repeating those words, meaning every one of them from the bottom of my heart, and to walk down the aisle, made me shiver with delight, even though I knew that it couldn't happen. Within my mind, though, I could all but hear myself whisper 'I do', and it felt oh so good. I've never given much thought to religion, but right then and there I thanked God for giving me such a miracle of a father. I was so deep in thought that I didn't notice at first that dad was talking to me.
"Jimmy? Are you awake?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah, sorry. I guess I was daydreaming." I cuddled up to him, and he patted my back. "Did you say something?"
"Yeah, I just thought I'd go and get something to read. Maybe make us some lemonade, too, now that we're going to spend the day slacking."
"Sounds great. Will you read me something?"
"Now that's something I haven't done in years." He smiled warmly. "But I think we left Peter Rabbit at home."
"Just pulling your leg, son."
And he did just that; he grabbed my foot and yanked it until I was lying on my back in his lap. Then he proceeded to tickle me until I was screaming for him to stop. Once I had calmed down, he tossed me into the other end of the couch and got to his feet. I made a grab for him, but only managed to catch the waistband of his shorts. It was then that my little head decided to take over the thinking, and despite the fact that I was now all but hanging in the air, with only my toes left on the couch, I pulled his shorts down with all my strength. In one smooth motion, they fell to the floor, taking me with them. I landed face first, then the rest of me crashed into a heap.
"Are you okay, Jimmy? Did you hurt yourself?"
"Ungh!" I pulled myself to my feet with some help, but apart from a slightly sore nose, nothing was hurt except for my pride. "I'm okay, dad. I fell on my head, so nothing vital was hit."
"Good for you," he chuckled. "Inherited your old man's thick skull, did you? And a thick nose, to boot."
"Yeah. Luckily." I reached out and grabbed his now-naked penis, pulling at it like he had pulled my leg. He winced, but made no attempt to stop me. "You look a lot better now."
"When in Rome..." he muttered, then headed for the bedroom. "Why don't you get us something to drink, while I'll see what books we have."
"You don't know what you packed?" I quipped while staring at his naked butt. "Or did you forget already?"
"Watch it, little guy!"
"Relax, dad, senility can be a good thing. You can give yourself surprises."
"That's it!" I squealed with mock-fright as he turned around and charged me. He grabbed me around the waist and bent me forwards, then I felt his hand rest against my butt. "Just for the record, I grabbed a bunch of books at random, just in case of bad weather, or if we got ill or something."
"All right, dad, I believe you. I was just having a little fun."
"At my expense!" He slapped my buttocks a couple of times, but not very hard. My screams were only of laughter. "Now you get to make us some snacks, too. But keep being cheeky, and I'll make you walk to the nearest town to get us some pizza."
"Dressed like this?"
"No, smart-arse, I'd let you wear a pair of shoes." I giggled as he let me go, landing one more swat just for show. "Don't want you to wear out your pretty little feet."
"You're so good to me, dad."
Ten minutes later, we were back on the couch, me parked on dad's lap. This time I could feel his pubic hair tickle my thigh, but it still wasn't a sexual moment, and I wasn't even hard this time. On the coffee table were a can of beer and a bottle of soda, and a bowl of potato chips with some dip. Dad held a book in his hand, but it had a blank cover, and I couldn't see the spine. Once we had settled down properly, he opened it.
"All right, I know you've read it, and seen at least three different movies, but I thought it'd be a good way to spend the morning anyway."
"The Jungle Book? Cool." I snuggled up against him. "It's one of my favourites."
"Yeah, mine too. This edition is from the forties, I think, that's why there are no Disney characters on the cover."
"Is it worth anything? I mean, what if we spill dip in it?"
"Don't worry, it's only worth the reading. It's just a reprint. All right, are you comfy?" I nodded. "Then here we go:
"Now Rann the Kite brings home the night
that Mang the Bat sets free.
The herds are shut in byre and hut
for loosed till dawn are we.
This is the hour of pride and power,
talon and tush and claw.
Oh, hear the call! Good hunting all
that keep the Jungle Law!"