A Perfect Love
They say time slows down when you're in the middle of a crisis, that things run in slow-motion and you can remember every single detail no matter how insignificant. That's wrong in my case. I felt like minutes ticked by faster than seconds, being in a constant state of near-panic. I remember running faster than I'd ever run before, back to the cabin. There was a satellite phone in the kitchen, since we were way out of range for any cell phone networks, and I remember swallowing huge gulps of air while trying to calm down enough to figure out how to operate the damn thing. In the end, I managed to get a dial tone, and punched in nine-one, then paused. I didn't even know if the cabin had a name, and I'd been asleep most of the way up to it. So how would I describe the way? Next to the phone's recharger, there was a list of numbers, including the camp site down the road. I punched in the numbers, then started pacing around the kitchen. It seemed to take forever before the call got through, then signal after signal went unanswered. I was just about to give up and trust my luck with 911 when there was an answer.
"Mount'side Camp, Eric speaking."
I can't remember what I said to him, but he knew at once from where I was calling. He told me to stay with dad and make sure he was breathing, and then made me hang up while he called for help. Instead of calling 911, he explained, he'd call the local hospital, and they would send out an ambulance right away. In the meantime, I grabbed a blanket and hurried back down the trail. Dad lay exactly as I had left him, but he seemed to be breathing easily, so I wrapped the blanket around him and sat down next to him, talking as much for my own sake as for his.
"They're on their way. They'll be here soon and they'll help you. It'll be all right again. I love you, dad. You just lie still and they'll be here soon. You'll get better and everything will be all right again. You'll see. I love you, dad."
I don't know how much time passed; it might have been half an hour or two hours. I sat there talking, basically repeating the same things over and over again. My legs fell asleep as I sat there, and I got cold without really noticing it. So when I finally heard the ambulance siren in the distance, my legs failed me when I tried to get up. I had to jump up and down, frantically trying to rub life back into them and ignoring that awful prickly feeling as I started running. I reached the cabin just as the ambulance pulled up next to our car, then hurried ahead to show them the way. One of the ambulance men hunched down next to dad while the other got the stretcher ready.
"Can you tell me what happened, son?"
"I'm not sure..." I had to fight back tears, and my voice was weak. "I think he slipped or tripped, `cause suddenly he was just falling."
"Well, it doesn't look too serious, but since he's unconscious, he might have a concussion. So we'll bring him with us. I don't like the look of his left arm, either, it might be broken." I shivered and let out a sob. "Eric here will help you pack some clothes and personal things, and your dad's wallet, then he'll give you a lift to the hospital. We will take your dad to the emergency room, but he'll most likely get checked out of there as soon as the doctors have taken a look at him."
"You're a good kid." He tousled my hair. "It was clever of you to call Eric instead of 911, otherwise you'd still be waiting."
I watched through tear-filled eyes as they lifted dad up onto the stretcher and carried him off. He came to as they moved him, but his eyes were still unfocused. I gave him a big hug, then told him I'd see him soon. As the ambulance left, thankfully without turning the siren on, the dam burst for me, and I collapsed in Eric's arms.
"There, it'll be okay, you heard them. The ambulance guy was right, Jimmy, you're a brave lad."
He kept comforting me for a couple of minutes, then led me inside so we could pack some stuff. After I had finished crying, I felt kind of numb, like none of it was real. Any minute now, I felt sure, I'd wake up in my own bed, and it'd all have been a dream. But it slowly dawned upon me that it was real, and new shivers ran up and down my spine. I felt happy that dad was okay, but also sad because he was hurt, and because our vacation was over before it had really started. As if he could read my mind, Eric patted my shoulder.
"Don't worry, I'll make sure your stuff gets taken care of if you can't return here. I'm the one who rented your dad the cabin, so I'll see to it."
I took my first good look at Eric. He was in his mid-twenties, just a couple of years younger than dad, and in a way he was in better shape. He was tall and well-built, with prominent muscles moving beneath a tight shirt. His hair was lighter than dad's and mine, a very pale blond that he kept short. Of course, in my eyes he couldn't even compete with dad, but I guess he was still pretty good-looking. He had large blue eyes that made him seem reliable and trustworthy. We took our time packing some things for both dad and me, since I'd be staying at the hospital, too. Eric said it was really no use rushing there, since they couldn't tell anything until dad had been examined. It was a small hospital, though, so he would be taken care of pretty quickly. After maybe half an hour, we left in Eric's car, and he followed me to a waiting room.
"He's already out of the emergency room, that's a good sign." I nodded, then smiled weakly as a nurse offered me a couple of sandwiches and some orange juice, telling me the doctor would be with me shortly. Eric handed me a note. "Call me when you know more. I'll give you a ride back, or if you can't make than I'll bring your car and your stuff here."
"Thanks, Eric." I hugged him, and he seemed taken aback a bit. "You've been so nice to me, and we don't even know each other."
"Well, my dad knew your granddad pretty well, so I do know who you and your dad are." He returned the hug, patting my back again. "So in a way we do know each other. You sure you'll be okay?"
I nodded and managed a smile before I bit into the sandwich. He left, and I settled down to wait for minutes that seemed longer than weeks. The sights and smells, mostly the smells, brought up memories of my mother. Of watching her grow weaker and weaker, no matter how many tubes and machines they plugged her into. I felt light-headed, as if I was going to faint. I knew dad would be all right, but being there, inside another hospital, all on my own, was almost too much for me. When the nurse finally tapped my shoulder, I almost cried out.
"Jimmy? Your father wants to see you now."
I got to my feet and followed her warily down the corridor, unsure of what I'd see. Part of me wanted to run away and hide, but I knew I had to see dad. He was in one of the closest rooms, thankfully, and the nurse ushered me inside. The lights were slightly dimmed, and at first I couldn't really see him. Then he said my name and held up his arms towards me, and I leaped into his embrace that very second. I hugged him fiercely, then kissed him on the lips. Maybe it wasn't really an appropriate kiss while the nurse was still there, but I didn't care, and he didn't object. I parted my lips slightly and licked at his, not really trying to French kiss him but enough to show how much I loved him. When we finally broke apart, he had a warm smile on those same lips.
"How are you doing, Jimmy?" he asked lowly. "I've missed you, son."
"Me too, dad. Are you gonna be all right?"
"Sure. I've got a mild concussion, and my left arm's got a tiny fracture." He chuckled. "It will take more than a little stumble to break your ol' man. We'll be back in the cabin before you know it."
"I got so scared, dad."
My voice trailed away, and suddenly I was crying like never before. I pushed my face against his chest, sobbing away as every bit of the fear and tension I'd had inside me left through my tears. Dad just held me and let me cry, stroking my head and my back while he kept whispering to me. I couldn't hear what he was saying, but the sound of his voice was limitless comfort to me. Eventually, I ran out of tears, but still continued to sob quietly. When I looked up, I could see that dad's cheeks were streaked with tears, too.
"Dad?" I sniffled. "Are you crying, too?"
"Yes, son, I can't help it. It hurts me so to see you this upset."
"Wh-what if I stop crying? Will you stop, too?" I sat up and looked around. The nurse had left, and we were all alone. "Dad, please don't cry."
"I'll try, Jimmy."
I laid my head down again and willed myself to stop sobbing. For a little while it was all quiet in the room, except for the low hum of the ventilation fans. If it was at all possible, I loved my dad even more right then. For a while, I had thought I might lose him, and then that he had been seriously injured. And now he was crying because I was upset. My heart felt like it was swelling inside my chest, pushing against my ribs so hard it almost hurt. I just hadn't got room for all the love inside of me, and I tried to find words to tell him when I felt his finger poke my ribs. I squirmed, then giggled as it returned. Growling, I started to tickle him back, and before long we were a mass of laughter and giggles. As we quieted down, dad grabbed my chin gently and lifted it until we made eye contact.
"Good to hear you laughing, Jimmy."
"Good to laugh."
I scooted up a bit, and we kissed again, this time a more passionate kiss. Dad put his bandaged arm around me, while his good hand caressed my face. I just hugged him, feeling happier than ever before. We lay there, just kissing for a long while. Whenever I managed to open my eyes, I would look right into his, seeing nothing but the love shining from them, the same love that was stroking my cheek and rubbing my back. The same love that was conveyed to me through our kiss. We broke away just a second before the nurse knocked on the door, then entered. I almost broke into new giggles, but dad pinched my rump to keep me good.
"I just spoke to Dr Williams," she said. "We'll keep you here over the night for observation, Mr Jones, then you'll be signed out in the morning."
"Is he gonna be all right then?"
"Don't you worry, dear, your dad is just fine. But since he was unconscious for a while, we only want to make sure his brain is okay. The last X-rays were just fine, so it shouldn't be a problem. He might have a headache for a couple of days, but nothing more."
"So you think we can go on with our vacation?" dad asked. "We had a cabin booked for two weeks, and we only just got there."
"Just don't go wrestling bears, Mr Jones." I giggled. "Seriously, take it easy for a couple of days. The Doctor will tell you more in the morning."
"Can he wrestle me?" I felt dad pinch me again. "If I promise I'll let him win, as usual?"
"That should be fine, dear." She smiled. "Will you be needing an extra bed?"
"No!" I stated sternly. "I'm staying right here."
"How about dinner, then?"
My stomach growled in answer, and the nurse just laughed and said she'd bring it over in a couple of minutes. After she had left, I made a big show of rubbing my bottom. Dad just laughed, shaking his head.
"I'll wrestle you, all right..."
"Promise?" I giggled. "Dad, is it all right if we share the bed?"
"Sure. No funny tricks on your injured old man, though." I nodded, but made sure he could see my shoulders sagging. "Get up, will you? I need to sit up if I'm having dinner."
"Do I have to get up, dad? That kiss made me hard."
"You mean you were actually soft?" His eyes widened in feigned shock. "Son, I dread your teenage years. If you're this horny when you're ten, you'll wear me out before you're fifteen."
"Very funny, dad. If you didn't break so easily, I'd punch you."
"I brought some extra sandwiches for that angry bear I heard in here before."
The nurse winked at dad, then left. She had barely even closed the door behind her when dad burst out laughing. I briefly pondered a hunger-strike to protest against sarcastic grown-ups, but my stomach convinced me otherwise. The food was not what I'd expected from a hospital, but tasted really well. Once every crumb was gone, I leaned back on the bed, running my fingers across dad's chest. He sighed with pleasure as I brushed against his nipple, then turned over slightly so we could kiss again. Normally, I was the one who lead the way, but to my surprise he soon left my lips and started kissing his way down until he was nibbling at the nape of my neck. I moaned loudly, and he had to shush me before I remembered where we were. I felt his good hand sneak in beneath my shirt and stroke my stomach, and not really knowing what to do with my hands, I clasped them around the back of my head. My mouth hung slightly open and I closed my eyes, hissing through my teeth as his hand moved lower. Still kissing my neck, dad slipped his hand in beneath my waistband, soon finding my penis. It hadn't gone down while we were eating, and by now it really craved attention. Dad wasted no time, but started rubbing up and down its not-too-great length, pushing and pulling at my foreskin. I tried my best to resist humping up against him, and it really helped when he found my lips again. Sticking my tongue out to meet his, I threw my arms around his head and started kissing him in eager, while the rest of my body suddenly felt paralysed. Then I tensed, feeling the build-up of a major orgasm as dad quickly brought me off. I shuddered and whimpered, but I couldn't cry out since we were still kissing. I came hard, but it was also over soon, and I laid my head back down. Dad moved with me and gave me one final kiss.
"I think you really needed that, Jimmy."
"Yeah..." I panted. "Thanks, dad. Do I have time to...?"
"Not just now. There's no way I can hear the nurse coming if we do that. Maybe later tonight."
"You really need it, too." I patted the bulge beneath the blanket, then turned my head to meet his eyes. "I'm so glad you're okay, dad. I got so scared."
"I'm sorry I scared you, son. The Doctor told me you were really brave about it, though."
"Shit!" I exclaimed, leaping out of the bed. "I promised Eric I'd call and tell him if you were all right! I wonder if he's still in his office, or wherever he works."
"Let me see that." I handed dad the note I had fished out of my pocket. "That's a cell phone number. Give it a try, there's a phone just outside the room."
"Mount'side Camp, Eric speaking."
"Eric? Hi! It's me, Jimmy."
"Hey there, little fella, how's it going? You sound cheerful enough..."
"Yeah, dad's gonna be fine. We'll check out tomorrow and head back to the cabin."
"Brilliant! I'll meet you guys at the main entrance at ten, can't make it any sooner than that. Okay?"
"Sure. Thanks for everything!"
"Hey, don't mention it. Come on down to the camp site some day and I'll rent you guys a canoe. Think your dad can paddle?"
"I guess. His arm's just fractured, not broken."
"Should be fine, then. See ya!
I hung up and went back into the room. Dad had turned on his bedside television, and we spent the next hour watching the news and flipping through some shows. I cuddled up to him, and he put his good arm around me, holding me close. Just as I was drifting off to sleep, he turned the set off and kissed my cheek.
"I love you, son."
"Love you too, dad." I yawned. "Think we've got time?"
"I'm pretty sure the nurse will be by on her night round any time. Maybe after that, if you're not too sleepy."
"Never!" I pinched his nipple, making him gasp. "So you're not gonna argue?"
"No. Jimmy, I had a lot of time thinking while I was falling down that damned slope."
"Yeah? To me, it just took a couple of seconds."
"Well, for a while there, I thought I wasn't gonna make it, and I thought a lot about you. About us. About how I was scared of what I've been brought up to believe is wrong, about what society thinks is wrong. And I figured none of that matters worth shit. I love you, Jimmy. With all my heart, and that's all that should matter."
"That's what I've been saying all along."
"Yes. Even though I haven't really been listening. But I'm not gonna try and push you away any more, J. Whatever you want from me, I'll give it to you."
"Does that mean...?"
"Unless you're asking me to do something I know would hurt you. That's the only limit."
"Oh." I faked a pout, then grinned. "Can I have an MP3-player?"
"Don't joke, you little shit!" He pinched me again. "I'm baring my soul here!"
"I'm not joking. You said whatever I wanted."
"You know damn well what I meant," he growled. "I'm committing here, proclaiming my undying love for you, and you're asking me for toys?"
"No, just joking." I giggled at his angry frown, then kissed him. "I've already got everything I want."
We lay talking quietly for about half an hour, then the nurse peered in and asked if we needed anything else for the night. Dad shook his head, and she pulled down the blinds on the door window. I heard the door lock click into place, then the room was quiet once more. Dad yawned widely and turned over to his side, facing away from me, but I pulled on his shoulder.
"Hey, you're forgetting something!"
"Oh, sorry." He turned back over and kissed my forehead. "Good night, son."
"All right," he chuckled. "So what's the game?"
"Just a bit of fun." I opened his shirt and tweaked a nipple, while I let my other hand wander in beneath the blanket. "Nothing too serious."
He sucked in a breath as I found my target and started to stroke him through his boxers. There was a look of calm pleasure on his face. All the worries he'd had during our previous sessions were gone, and he just laid back to enjoy himself. I started to lick and kiss at his nipple while I fondled him, feeling a wet spot grow through the fabric of his underpants. He was so hard and warm I had to fight back the urge to finish him quickly. As his breathing grew ragged, I let go of him and climbed up to lie on his chest. I still fingered his nipple, amazed at how hard it had got, while I kissed him deeply. His hands were all over my back, all the way down to and into my shorts. He ran a finger across my hole, and I had to break the kiss to gasp.
"Hey, you're not supposed to do anything!"
"Want me to stop, Jimmy?"
I felt the finger stretch me slightly, not really pushing inside but still opening me. There was a little bit of pain when he finally pressed in to the first knuckle, but not as much as last time. I groaned, then started kissing his neck like he had done with me. I moved slowly downward, licking his nipples then following his thin trail of hair towards the treasure. He held his finger inside me for as long as he could, then I felt it slip out. No matter. I kept on going, past his navel until I was completely buried underneath the blanket. He raised his hips so I could pull the boxers down, and his strong, masculine smell filled my nostrils. It was dark and hot underneath the blanket, but before I could ask him to, dad pulled it off. I smiled at him as I started to stroke his erection, and he smiled back, his eyes slightly glazed. Cupping his balls in my free hand, I started to stroke him for real, pulling back his foreskin to reveal a glisteningly wet head. I licked it, enjoying the sweet taste of his pre and his satisfied groan. Scent, taste and the feeling of his hardness in my mouth combined to make me hard again, and I had to stick a hand down my shorts to stroke myself. Dad saw this, because he suddenly pulled out of my mouth. The wet pop of my lips made me giggle a bit, but I quickly grew silent as I waited to see what he would do. To my surprise, he lifted me up with his good arm and hoisted me around so my head was pointed towards his feet. He pulled at my shorts, and I began to understand what he wanted to do. Shivering with excitement, I hurried to pull off my clothes, then laid back down on top of him. My face was right next to his rock hard penis, so I started sucking on it again while dad kissed and licked the insides of my thighs. The soft touch of his lips made me shudder, but since I was busy pleasuring his head I had no means to tell him to hurry up. He made his way upwards slowly but surely, and soon I felt his tongue against the bottom of my sac. Meanwhile, he started to finger my hole again, and I groaned with pleasure.
"Oh Jimmy, that feels so good when you moan around my cock."
I nearly broke out with giggles at the rude word, and obviously my laughter tickled him in a good way, too. I kept on moaning and purring as I sucked him, but it was difficult to concentrate while he licked my balls and fingered my hole. Then I felt him lick his way up my penis until he reached the tip, where he let his lips nibble on my foreskin. I felt tears of pleasure well up in my eyes when he took me into his mouth, pulling my skin back and licking the head. I knew I wasn't far away from another orgasm, but I wanted us to come at the same time. So I started sucking harder than ever while I rolled his balls in one hand and found his hole with the other. We were mostly quiet, except for occasional moans and whimpers, and the slurping of my lips against his shaft. Then dad slipped his finger into me, and I couldn't hold back anymore. I pushed my cock as deep into his mouth as I possibly could as I felt it jump and jerk when I came. To my surprise, dad didn't let up once my orgasm had died down, but kept licking my tip while his finger found my prostate. I cried out with pleasure, but kept on sucking and moving my head up and down. My second orgasm was even stronger than the first, and just as it started racking my body, I felt dad's balls move in my hand, and he growled deeply as he started shooting his sperms into my mouth. I shoved a finger into his hole, trying to find his prostate like he had done with me, and to my joy I managed to reach a kind of hard little knob inside him. He groaned again, and his second and third jet of semen were even stronger than the first. I swallowed and swallowed again, then let the last trickles fill my mouth. As our orgasms died away, I crawled around and kissed him, sharing the last of his semen with him. He hugged me tightly and accepted my gift, letting his tongue explore my mouth while I was content just softly sucking on it. When we finally broke apart, I was almost asleep, but dad forced me to get up and put on my clothes, then he held up the blanket so I could snuggle up to him. We lay there hugging for a little while, while I felt myself drowse away.
"Dad, that was so cool." I yawned. "So good."
"Yes, it was good, Jimmy. You're a quick learner, aren't you?"
"You mean the prostate thing? I just wanted you to feel as good as I did."
"I've never felt that before."
"Never?" He shook his head. "Wow. Was it good?"
"Very good. I love you, son."
"Love you too, dad." I yawned again, stretching so wide I felt my jaws pop. "Damn, I can't keep my eyes open."
"You ought to brush your teeth, Jimmy. Can't you do that before you fall asleep?"
"No. Didn't bring a toothbrush. B'sides, I wanna taste your cock all night. I'll have such good dreams." He pinched my butt, and I yelped more with surprise than with pain. "What was that for?"
"I want you to call it a penis, not a cock."
"But you said it was okay!"
"When having sex, but we're not having sex right now."
"Oh." I blushed a bit, then I saw his grin, and I knew he was kidding. Growling, I reached over to pinch his butt, but he just laughed. "Fuck it, dad! I'll call your cock a cock if I want to! And I do want to taste your cock all night."
"Filthy-mouthed boy. Even if I don't spank you for using foul language, I ought to spank you for pinching me."
"Spank me tomorrow, dad." I yawned again, and this time I just couldn't keep my eyes open. "G'night."
"Good night, son."
I felt the bed shift as he kissed my forehead, then once again when he pulled up his boxers and laid down to go to sleep. I snuggled up to him as close to him as I could, and as he put his arm around me, I fell asleep.
Well, here's chapter 6. Next, it's back to the cabin. As usual, thoughts and comments are most welcome to firstname.lastname@example.org.