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.''
The End
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''New
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''New
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''Blood
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''Summer,
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