Date: Wed, 17 Feb 2010 17:14:53 +0000 From: Pearse Jackson Subject: Loved Sam sighed as the bell rang, and his classmates leave in a hurry, Sam walking out slowly. ''Have a nice holiday, Sam'', his teacher Mr. Wordsworth says, and Sam smiles a wan smile back at him and leaves the classroom, walking down the corridor to the exit of the school building. His feet drag in the dirt, as he contemplates two weeks alone at his Dad's house, or his Mom's. His parents had broken up two months ago, and now all his father, Jamie, did was stare at things, or shout at Sam whenever Sam caught him looking at him. Sam didn't get it, he seemed to be able to talk to his ex-wife easily, but the sight of Sam had him going silent, or mad. His mother, Stacy, meanwhile, had already found another guy, Brad, and seemed happy with him. Sam was pretty sure he still rathered being with his dad, which he was on weekdays, to being with his mother, cus Brad made him uneasy, and he found it hard to sleep with the noises they made in the bedroom next to his at his mom's. Lately, school had seemed a refuge, and he had taken to staying late after school, but he had no reason to study late this evening, been the start of a two week vacation, and his father had asked him to come home early as he could today. Sam guessed it was for the same reason as it was three days ago, to help him in the garage, his father being a mechanic. Sam found himself at his front door. He sighs deeply, and opens the door, announcing, ''Dad, I'm home !'', as he goes to the cloakroom, leaving his bag and school coat there. ''Sam, come up to your room, please'' he hears his Dad call from upstairs, with an odd note in his voice, as if a little hesitant. Sam puzzles over this, but goes up, finding his Dad sitting on his bed in what used to be his parent's room. He looks up at Sam, and smiles an awkward smile, beckoning him to sit with him. Sam, not being the most intimate of people, wonders if he's about to get one of those ''Father-son'' talks he hears about on TV, which he kinda imagines would be pointless at this point, as he is seventeen now and does know a fair bit about what those talks normally originate around. Nevertheless, he sits down on the bed, not too close to his Dad, as he isn't a very intimate person. ''Sam......I'm sorry for shouting at you so much, lately'', his father begins, looking a little pleadingly at his son, ''its been tough, I've been feeling weird shit since your Mom....'' ''Its ok, Dad'', Sam replies, who is pretty quick to forgive, ''its been tough on me, too.'' His Dad looks into his eyes, Sam getting a little uncomfortable by the intensity of his gaze, but merely smiling in response. Then his Dad pulled him close and kissed him, his hands rubbing Sam's back. Sam struggled at first, wondering what in the world had gotten into his father, then feels his father's tongue part his lips and invade his mouth. He moans, stops struggling, and kisses back, his tongue on his father's, his lips pressed close to his father's. His father breaks the kiss, leaning back and looking at Sam with the same intense gaze as he had in his eyes a few minutes ago. Sam stared back, his mind rebelling and his dick throbbing. He had had thoughts about his father before, in this way, but had tried to force himself to stop it. They were all flooding back now, as he noticed his father's pants tented with his own erection. ''Dad.....'' the young boy whispered, his mouth ajar, looking into his father's face to see the reason. His Dad smiles, and whispers back, ''I've been thinking about doing that for a while now, Sam, ever since your mother left. She was always the woman of the house, but.....you just began looking more and more womanly, your long, hairless legs, pretty face, long hair.....'', his normally bluffy father blushing as he adds, ''your tight ass.'' Sam could feel himself blushing, but it wasn't embarrassment. He was horny, horny as hell for his own father..... His father smiles and pulls him close once again, kissing Sam deeply, his son eagerly replying, his arms going around his father's neck, as his father's hands start rubbing Sam's hips and thighs through his trousers. Sam, having never been intimate with a girl or guy before this, moans at this simple touch, precum wetting his underwear. One of his father's hands drift down to his erect cock, rubbing it through his pants, to cries of surprise and arousal from Sam. His father leans back, smiling as he continues to rub Sam's cock, saying, ''Hmm, Sam, you get hard fast.'' Sam tries to respond, but his father's hand on his cock makes him merely moan once he opens his mouth, his eyes closing. He feels his father's hand leave his cock, looking at him as he picks Sam off the bed onto his feet, smiling up at his son as he undos the fly on his jeans. Sam gasps as his father pulls his cock out, leaving it standing up as his hands find Sam's hips again, rubbing them softly. Sam stares down at his father's cock, all 8 1/2 inches of it, at least 3 inches thick. He kneels down without even thinking of it, and his father rubs his neck softly, whispering, ''I'm glad you like it, Sam.'' Liked it was an understatement for Sam right now, he had never wanted anything more. But he didn't know.....he was finally beginning to think again, and he knew this was wrong, deeply wrong, just like his (wet) dreams of his father had been, and were. He felt his father's hand pressure him ever so slightly towards his cock. This was all Sam needed, and he kissed the tip over and over, parting his lips to he could lick it hungrily, the taste of it strong in his mouth, bitter but oh so sweet. He heard his father moan, then whisper, ''Honey, calm down, its not going anywhere'', this making Sam blush even more, but he heeded his father and he kissed it slower, letting his lips cling to it, then he felt it in his mouth as he let his lips rub down under the head, feeling it slide over his tongue. He moaned, and was rewarded with more moans from his father, who's hands were rubbing his son's neck and shoulders. He started moving his mouth up and down on it, his eyes closed and his body tingling as he pleasured his father's cock. ''Oh Sam, you should see how beautiful you look right now.....'', his father whispered between loud moans of pleasure as his son continued to deep throat him. Sam moans at his father's words, deciding to thank him for such sweet words, bringing his hands up his father's legs, rubbing his father's cock with one of his small hands, up and down, just like his lips. He hears his father shudder, and suddenly cum, creamy, hot, wet cum was flooding into his mouth. He moans in surprise, but clasps his lips on his father's cock, pooling it in his mouth for an instant before letting it trickle and drip down his throat, sighing as he swallows it all. His father gently pushes him off, and Sam looks up, his mouth still a little ajar, to find his father flushed and panting slightly. ''Sam, that was the best blowjob I've ever gotten'', blushing slightly as he says it, smiling a little as his son stares open mouthed at this, continuing ''its true, your mother was good, but God.....oh, I'm sorry, didn't mean to say that.'' Sam was suddenly gripped by something, and he was suddenly standing, stepping forward and kneeling onto the bed, his knees on either side of his father's legs, his ass resting gently back onto his lap as Sam looks his father in the eyes, smiling warmly and saying, in a husky voice he didn't know he possessed, ''Daddy, I've just sucked your cock, I think anything you have to say to me from now on is going to be ok'', smiling broader as his father stares at his son, surprised at this, Sam hooking his arms around his father's neck as he leans into his father and kisses him, this time parting his father's lips with his tongue and moving it onto his father's. Jamie responds with a moan, his hands drifting down to rub Sam's lower back as he kisses his son back. As Sam leans back, his father smiles at him, and whispers, ''Honey, from now on, you can call me Jamie, seen as we're a little more than father and son, now....'' Sam smiles back and says, ''Ok, Jamie. I must say......I kinda like you calling me honey, and stuff like that'', blushing deeply. ''That's ok, precious'', his father smiling a little triumphantly as this brings a moan from his son, ''I like calling you them. Listen, I have to go to work, honey.....uhm, was thinking, if you'd like, your mother left a fair bit of clothes here in the house.....just if you want to, you could wear them from now on.'' Sam's cock throbs at this, his eyes wide as he replies, ''Yes, Jamie, I'd love that.'' Jamie smiles and kisses his son one last time, then, with an effort it seems, gently picks Sam off him and walks out of the bedroom door, Sam hearing the stairs creak, the front door open and close and then his father's car revving as he pulled out of the drive and went off down the road. He woke up. That's the only thing that could explain it, he suddenly realised what he had just done. He had just broken the law, had just sucked his own father's cock.....and God, how he enjoyed it. God, how it had flushed his cheeks, how it had tasted, smelled, felt.....and how it had made him feel when his father stroked his neck, hips and dick, how his words had made Sam feel......it made him feel loved. How he had missed that, he suddenly realised.....not since he was very young did he feel as special as he did right now. He didn't want that feeling to stop...... And so he got up off the bed, and wandered over to one of his mother's old wardrobes. End of Part 1