Date: Sun, 22 Aug 2010 21:23:51 +0100 From: Pearse Jackson Subject: Heartsick Sam sobbed softly into the pillow he held in his hands. His head felt heavier today, as if the tears added weight to it. Though it might simply be the pain he couldn't stop, the pain he couldn't bear. His pent up breaths hitched, as he heard his bedroom door open. It could only be his father, Jamie. Sam desperately tried to stop his sobbing. Desperately tried to stop the flaring of hope, deep in his loins. ``Sam?'' his father whispered softly. Sam didn't respond; he knew his voice would be husky after the tears he had shed. He tried to stay still, and breathe deeply, as if asleep. His father's right hand slipping under the covers to rub his lower back startled him into gasping. It wasn't an attempt to wake him up, or rouse him; it continued to rub his lower back softly. ``Dad....?'' Sam whispered in a stunned voice. He gasped once more as his father slipped under the covers, his body pressing down gently on Sam's back. His right hand slid up his back, drifting over to caress his son's right side. Sam whimpered, his mind racing. This couldn't be happening.....that couldn't be his father's lips, and bristly jaw, he felt at the back of his neck, at the back of his shoulders, planting soft, tender kisses all over him. His father's hands stroking his sides.... ``Daddy,'' Sam whimpered against the pillow, as fresh tears pricked at his eyes, and slid down onto his cheeks. Jamie responded warmly, his hands gripping Sam's sides gently. His father laid a lingering kiss at the back of his neck, Sam gasping as he felt the tip of his father's tongue. ``Does this feel good, sweetie?'' Jamie whispered softly, his lips continuing to kiss Sam softly. Sam could only whimper in pleasure. He could feel his father's cock press hard against the seat of his boxer shorts....Jamie, as if reading Sam's mind, stopped kissing him, kneeling behind Sam. Sam felt the air from the open bedroom window whisper across his back delightfully as the covers pulled off of him with Jamie's movements. Shivers swept across his skin, as he waited for Jamie's touch. When it came, it was at his waist. Just above the waistband of his boxers. Then they were being drawn off....Sam helped by moving his legs a little, but all he could feel was the roaring of his heartbeat, the stiffening of his cock under him, pressing against the bedsheets. His father's hands, stroking his naked hips, made him cry out against the pillow. He trembled as his father's hands openly, and slowly, savoured their touching of his back, the back of his shoulders and upper arms, and his soft buns. Sam felt his father splay his hands to either side of Sam, as he lowered himself down to kiss Sam's upper back. ``Oh...,'' Sam moaned softly as Jamie's lips slowly descended his back, kissing as they went. Jamie's lips felt so tender, and the bristle on his jaw stung Sam's back sweetly. Sam thought his father would stop once he reached his lower back, but no. He laid two soft kisses on both of his cheeks, then his hands gently raised Sam's thighs, and peeled his cheeks apart slowly. Sam felt struck dumb, as he listened to his father whisper, ``Oh, sweetie......your pussy is beautiful, just like you....'' Jamie, tenderly and deliberately, laid a soft kiss right on Sam's puckered boipussy, to Sam's instant delight. The explosion of sensation that met that simple touch nearly made him seize, his muscles tensing insanely against the bed. He was left quivering, as Jamie's lips tasted the virgin sweetness of Sam, his tongue probing the tight ring of flesh. ``Daddy!'' Sam cried out against the pillows, as his father's tongue slipped inside him, searching and delighting. Jamie's hands kneaded and caressed Sam's pussy cheeks firmly, adding to the pleasure his tongue was giving to Sam. Sam felt that unmistakeable build up of tension, of tightness, deep down in his loins, and cried out weakly as he came, both his erection and saliva-wet prostate, soaking the bedsheets and Jamie's mouth. Jamie's mouth stayed there for a moment, then he leaned back, sighing softly in satisfaction. Sam was left trembling under him, tears spilling down his cheeks. It was so....nice, almost too nice. It felt, so, fucking, good.... Jamie's hands slid up his cheeks to once more raise his lower body, holding up the crux of his thighs and hips. Oh God, Sam thought slowly, eyes widening, lips parting....his father was kneeling behind him, cock stiff as a post, while his virgin pussy was displayed to him..... Was this the moment that Sam had been silently begging for, that moment of absolution, of love, that Sam had been thirsty for, for what seemed his entire life... ``Sam, sweetie?'' his father whispered softly. ``Daddy.....?'' Sam responded, his voice sounding odd. Full of portent..... ``This is going to hurt......be strong, for me, and soon it'll feel good, ok?'' ``Ok,'' Sam answered, after the briefest moment of hesitation. Pain, he would've thought, couldn't be good, but now, he hoped, he knew better. Jamie pressed the proud head of his stiff cock between Sam's cheeks, against, and then into, his tender, virgin pussy. Sam whimpered almost straightaway. It wasn't so much that it hurt, that it simply felt too tight. He could barely breathe as that tightness seemed to spread like contagion to his throat. Jamie lowered his body down to touch down gently on Sam's, as he pushed himself deeper inside his son. He kissed the back of Sam's neck tenderly, whispering soft, beautiful compliments to Sam between his soft moans of delight. Sam released a pent up whimper to those soft words, gasping for breath against the pillows. Jamie, understanding his son's predicament, quickly slowed his already gentle thrusts, simply thrusting, then stopping for an instant before the next thrust. Sam, feeling his pussy react warmly and stretch to accommodate Jamie, moaned for the first time against the pillow. The way tendrils of sensation and pleasure surged throughout his boipussy upon each thrust, to spread up to his stomach and chest, left Sam hungering for the next thrust. He pushed himself strongly onto his father, who startled for an instant at his son's sudden lust, but then thrust with more intensity into Sam. They both moaned rhythmically, mirroring each other's movements. Sam's nipples rubbed to throbbing tautness upon the sheets, his cock grew hard once more, and his entire body tensed around this moment. Jamie sucked at the back of Sam's neck, leaving little, pink suckmarks, making Sam moan in pleasure. The delicious burn of his father's cock inside him grew, and grew, until it felt like a bonfire, igniting all his senses and emotions. All he could feel was lust, a hunger for more. Each time he thrust his body at his father, Jamie responded with even more lust. Even he began to lose his more experienced head, thrusting like an animal into his son, who begged for more with his soft whimpers and moans. Sam whined with growing intensity as his lower body tensed and tensed, his lips parting and issuing forth a soft, wracking cry as he came, his hands gripping at the bedsheets as he emptied his cum out all over Jamie's cock and on the bedsheets. Jamie, feeling the wetness of Sam's boipussy, could only follow with an orgasm of his own, groaning in satisfaction as he wet Sam's insides. Sam, weary after his orgasm, sank into the bed, but moaned in pleasure to feel that soaking, that wetness. It meant something....Sam couldn't decide, but let it go; thought didn't matter right now. Sweat was on his body. He could barely keep his eyes open. He should have felt exhausted in this condition. Instead, he felt exhalted. Absolutely uplifted. Jamie laid a tender kiss on the back of Sam's shoulders, before kneeling once more, withdrawing his semi-hard cock from Sam, much to the young boy's pleasure, who moaned softly. Jamie laid down on his side beside Sam, gently turning Sam onto his own side. Sam, for the first time, looked up into his father's eyes, seeing the tenderness for Sam there, the happiness at what they had just done in those eyes. ''I'm glad you liked it, Sam,'' Jamie whispered warmly, leaning his head in to kiss Sam. How odd; his first kiss, after he made love for the first time. His eyes widened in surprise, then closed in enjoyment as Jamie led the kiss, simply pressing his lips against Sam's at first, before his tongue parted his lips, the tip tasting Sam's lips, and then his lips opened and closed against Sam's, capturing the lingering fruit of Sam's lips on his own. Sam moaned when Jamie slowly leaned back, his eyes still closed, his lips still parted. He slowly opened his eyes, seeing how Jamie smiled, but not able to match that smile; he was still a little lost in their kiss. His hands, he suddenly realised, had come uo rest against Jamie's chest. Jamie's right hand drifted across their bodies, rubbing up and down Sam's upturned side to his delight. Still, the meaning of all this persisted. Though he hesitantly asked it, as if jinxing this moment, ask it Sam did. ''Daddy.....why did you do this with, with me?'' Sam looked up into Jamie's eyes, searching for the answer there, awaiting Jamie's response. Jamie regarded Sam quietly for a moment. When his response came, it was quiet, but thick with emotion. ''I could see how lonely you've been.....how sad you are, all the time. I could hear you crying in here every night......then, last night, I heard you moan my name in your sleep....,'' he whispered, making Sam blush; he had indeed dreamt of his father the night before. ''I wanted to make you feel happy, so......I thought of this....'' His eyes were full of love for Sam. He felt tears come to his own; to have Jamie speak so to him. Before, what he had done for Sam had been amazing. Now it seemed just so much more so. He began weeping, his eyes closing to stem the tide, which still seeped down onto his cheeks. Jamie's arms slowly wrapped around him, tucking Sam into an embrace. Sam felt the warmth of that embrace; could smell the scent of his father's musky body. Could feel the moment defining itself, already, in his memories...... He sniffled, stopping his crying, as he looked up at Jamie, from within his arms. Jamie smiled down at him, and whispered, ''I love you, sweetie. Get some sleep.'' Sam pushed his head in against Jamie's collarbone, whispering, ''I love you too.'' 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