Date: Fri, 17 Dec 2004 19:37:07 -0600 From: Kryton Ex Subject: Green Eyed Monster Part 3 Disclaimer: This story is about father/son love. If you find this offensive, stop reading while you still have disclaimer left. This story is completely fictional and the characters only exist in the realm of my mind. Feel free to drop me an email. I love to get feedback about my writing. Green Eyed Monster Part 3 Marcus sat in the hospital waiting room with his face cupped in his hands. Across from him sat Chris staring off into space. His attention was snapped back to reality at the sound of Susan's voice. She was frantic as she talked to the plump nurse behind the front desk, "Where is my son? Is he okay?" "Ma'am, what is your son's name?" "Daniel. Daniel Summers." The nurse flipped through the chart in front of her. "Okay, he is being seen now. He came in with some breathing problems. Please have a seat in the waiting room. I'll see if it's okay to go in and see him." Marcus walked up to her and held her close. "What happened?" Susan asked. "I heard Chris calling for me and Danny was in the middle of the street gasping for breath." She looked at Chris, "What were you two doing in the middle of the street?" Chris shrugged and looked down at his feet. The nurse walked up behind Susan and tapped her on the shoulder. "You can go in now." Susan entered the room with Marcus and Chris behind her. She saw her little boy with an oxygen mask on his face. He looked so tiny lying on the big emergency bed. "Are you okay?" she asked as she ran her fingers through his hair. He nodded. "What happened?" He pulled the mask away from his face. "Chris and I were outside playing ball and I ran out of air, after that I just couldn't breathe, even with the inhaler." The doctor entered the room. "Mr. and Mrs. Summers, Danny had a serious asthma attack today, I want to keep him here over night for observation and I want him to stay home for a couple of days after that. No strenuous activity. I am having a room set up for you now, Danny." Susan nodded. "I'll stay with him. You two get home. Chris has school in the morning." Marcus hugged Danny goodbye and left with Chris. On the ride home Chris didn't say a word. He just stared out his window. "Don't worry Chris, he will be fine." Chris continued to look out the window. Tears welled up in his eyes. When they got home Marcus headed straight to bed. They had spent hours in the hospital and the entire time he was worried to death about his son. Now that he knew Danny would be okay he was completely exhausted. He chucked everything but his underwear onto the floor and climbed into bed. Right as he began to drift off he heard a slight tap at the door. "Come in?" He asked unsure if he had heard someone knocking or not. Chris came in and walked over to his bed. "Can I sleep with you?" He whispered. Marcus nodded and lifted up the sheets. When he saw what his father was wearing he hesitated for a moment then crawled into the bed. Marcus closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep again. This time he was interrupted by the soft sobbing of his son. "It's okay Chris, Danny will be fine. I know today must have been pretty scary for you, but don't worry. Everything is okay now." He patted Chris's arm. Chris rolled over and began sobbing against his father's chest. "You don't understand. It's my fault. If he hadn't been chasing after me, he wouldn't have..." Chris's words were lost in a volley of tears. "You can't blame yourself for playing with your brother. If it hadn't happened running it would have happened carrying something or going up the stairs." "But he was mad too, I hit him with the ball and..." "Why'd you hit him with a ball?" "I dunno." Chris began to cry even harder. Marcus just held him close and rocked him back and forth. Eventually the tears stopped. It wasn't long after that that Marcus became aware of his situation. His sweet son was wrapped in his arms, his face smooshed against his chest. Marcus tried to think of anything not to get hard but it wasn't working. His hard dick began to press against his son's groin. He knew Chris was still awake because his breathing wasn't steady. But he didn't pull away from him. "Um...Chris?" Marcus asked in a hoarse voice. "Yeah?" The boy quietly replied. "I don't think I can sleep like this." Chris didn't say anything. But he didn't move away either. Marcus moved his hand up the boy's shirt and rubbed his back. Chris purred against his father. "You like that?" Marcus asked. Chris nodded. "Can I give you a backrub then?" Chris nodded again. "Okay, take off your shirt and I'll give you a backrub." Chris rolled onto his back pointing the buttons of his shirt at Marcus. Marcus unbuttoned his shirt exposing his smooth skin to the air. Marcus couldn't help himself he had to run his hand across his son's sexy little chest and stomach. He rolled one of Chris's nipples between his fingers and Chris pulled back giggling. "I'm sorry." He smiled. "Okay, roll over now." Chris rolled onto his stomach and Marcus straddled his cute little butt trying not to put too much weight on it. "I'm not to heavy, am I?" Chris shook his head. Marcus leaned forward and began rubbing Chris's shoulders. He went further down rubbing the middle of his back. He found just the right pressure to make Chris groan. He thought to himself if he could just do this he would be happy. But as Chris melted beneath him he became more and more aware of Chris's ass. He wanted to touch it, only for a second. He worked his way down Chris's body. He massaged his son's butt through his pants. Chris tensed up a little but he didn't say anything. When Chris was once again relaxed with what his father was doing he reached up and tried to pull down Chris's pants and underwear. Chris reached down and grabbed his pants trying to keep them up. "Please," Marcus begged as Chris looked at him, "I just want to see." Chris let go of his waistband and folded his arms, resting his head on them. Marcus pulled down his pants and underwear slowly like unwrapping a Christmas present. He threw them on the floor next to his shirt. He kneaded the boy's buttcheeks with his hands. Maybe a little too hard because he noticed they were slightly pink when he stopped. He kissed them to make them feel better. Then without warning he licked straight up his son's crack. Chris shivered. Marcus spread his cheeks and darted his tongue inside the boy's ass. At first Chris thought it felt odd, but as his father stuck his tongue deeper and deeper inside him he decided that he really liked that feeling. So much that he found himself pushing against his dad's mouth, his hard cock dangling beneath him. "Oh god dad, that feels so good. Please don't stop." Marcus rimmed him for awhile longer then he wet his finger and slowly worked it inside his son. "Just relax. I think you are going to like this." Chris tensed up. "You aren't going to try to fuck me, are you?" "Nah...I just want to show you something. Roll over and spread your legs." Chris did as he was told. Marcus pushed his legs back until they were against his chest. Chris felt obscene. When he was on his stomach he couldn't see what his dad was doing. But as he was he couldn't help but watch his dad's finger disappear into his anus. "Dad, I don't think I like this." "Just give me a second. Okay?" Marcus smiled warmly at Chris. Chris nodded and went back to watching his dad. It was clear when Marcus had found his prostate. Chris's eyes grew wide and his ass tightened around Marcus's finger. Marcus quickly rubbed across the spot in a come here motion. Chris's mouth fell open. The feelings in his body were more pleasurable than he had ever imagined possible. He yelled out, spreading his legs further giving his father better access. Waves of pleasure spread across his body as he came. His whole body shook as his father laid back down pulling him into his arms. Marcus was still hard and dying for release. Once it was clear Chris had recovered from his orgasm he asked, "Now what about me?" Chris turned and looked at him nervously, "Wha...What do you want me to do?" he stammered. "How about a blowjob?" Chris's eyes grew wide with fright. "Okay, how about a handjob?" Chris nodded. Marcus threw his underwear on the floor and positioned himself on his back. Chris put his head on his chest and reached under the covers for his father's cock. He slowly moved his hand up and down barely touching it. Marcus wrapped his hand around his son's to show him the right pressure and speed. When he let go Chris continued like is dad had shown him. Marcus began to moan. "Oh yeah Chris, just like that. You're going to make your daddy cum. You're such a good boy. You wanna make your daddy cum?" Chris nodded. "Gonna let daddy cum on your face." Chris didn't answer but he didn't protest as Marcus pushed his head down onto his stomach. "Oh God, I'm cumming!" Marcus groaned as he shot his load all over Chris's face. Chris didn't realize how much it would be and quickly moved his head letting the rest fall on Marcus's chest and stomach. Marcus lay there panting as Chris got up to get a towel to wash his face. He came back with a warm washcloth and cleaned of his father's torso and groin. He set the towel on the nightstand and climbed back in bed with his father. They cuddled up together, still completely naked and fell asleep. The next morning Marcus awoke to the sound of Susan calling his name as she climbed the stairs towards their bedroom.