Date: Wed, 08 Oct 2003 04:55:06 +0000 From: dimitri hamlin Subject: Me and Jessie (Part 2) (Mb) ( Incest ) This is a fictional story about the developing love between a father and his son. If you're not into stuff with young kids, this might not be for you. In no way do I condone doing any of these acts, nor should anyone attempt them. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Me and Jessie Part 2 At three fifteen I pulled up to the red and white private school that Jessie attended. I had attended it years ago, and it was amazing looking at the building as a parent watching the chaos as kids flooded out of school screaming and yelling. Through the sea of white and navy blue, the school uniform, I managed to spot Jessie's curly afro. He jumped down the steps with a little Japanese boy, and they stopped at the bottom to talk. The other kids cleared out in seconds, snatched up by their parents or the bus drivers. A horn blared behind me, and as I turned I saw the Japanese boy wave. He and Jessie exchanged goodbyes, Jessie waving as he headed towards my Dodge. "How was your day?" I asked as Jessie climbed into the backseat. He slammed the door, something I really hated, but I let it slide this time. "It was cool," he said, buckling in. "Who was that kid?" I asked, pulling away from the curb. "That was Keiji," he said, smiling. "He talks funny." I glanced back at my son in the rearview mirror. "What d'you mean?" "He sounds funny when he talks. All the words ain't right." "He has an accent," I said. "What's that?" "That's when someone speaks one language, and then learns another one. He's young, though. He'll probably grow out of it." Then I thought about the blaring horn. "Was that guy his dad?" "Yeah," Jessie said, pulling his book bag into his lap. He unzipped it and started rummaging through it. "He said he just moved here with his mom. His dad's not his real dad." "Oh," I said. "What you looking for?" "His number. He gave it to me after lunch." Jessie zipped up the bag and tossed it aside. "I left it." "Well," I sighed. "You'll see him tomorrow, so you can ask him again. You got a lot of homework?" "We got some. We gotta write our names and write our numbers and address. And we gotta write all the numbers up to twenty." "Wow... That's a lot of work for the first day." "I got some more, but the teacher said we're gonna do some of it tomorrow." "Well, I help you if you want me to, okay?" Jessie nodded. I pulled up to the curb, and turned into our driveway. Jessie hopped out before I could undo my seatbelt, and was practically in the house as I unlocked the door. As soon as I closed the door, Jessie stripped. My boy never really liked clothes. I always had to fight with him when he was baby to get them on him. I taught Jessie not to leave his clothes lying around, so as he pulled off his dress shirt and pants, he laid them on the couch. I was surprised as he pulled off his pants to find he had skipped putting on underwear. "What happened?" I asked, pointing at his naked crotch. "Too excited this morning?" He shook his head. "I didn't want to wear none." Then he looked at me with all seriousness as he pulled off his socks, and said, "Is it ready now, daddy?" I had to think about it for a moment, but only a moment. I could never forget what happened that morning. All day while I worked at home managing network connections, I made sure to skip my usual jerk off sessions. My balls were full of cum, just as Jessie was full of excitement and anticipation. "Should be," I said, not wanting to sound excited. As much as I wanted to have him drain me dry, it wouldn't be any good if he didn't really want to. I took his reaching for my belt and pulling the loop free as a sign that he really, really wanted to. "Whoa, whoa," I said, pointing at his clothes. "Get those hung up, and get daddy's hangers too, then you can do whatever you want." Jessie wasted no time getting the hangers and hanging his clothes neatly. He did a much better job of it than I ever did. I pulled over my shirt, and let his hang that too. I started on my pants, but he stopped me. "I wanna do it," he said, so I let him. He pulled the belt from the loops and lay it across my pants hanger. His fingers worked the button on my jeans loose, and he unzipped them and had them at my knees in almost one move. I stepped out of them, and he pulled down my boxers and lay them over my pants. Jessie's dick curved to its maximum four inches and stuck out from his body like a brown flagpole. He went to hang them up, and I sat on the couch, spreading my legs, trying not to let my semi turn into a full-on hard-on. Jessie came between my legs and wrapped his hands around my dick. Instantly it swelled to its full seven inches, and it didn't take long before I was oozing precum. Jessie licked it off slowly, savoring the taste, saying "Mmmm" each time he swallowed it down. He lowered his head, and I waited for the feel of his warm, wet mouth around my dick. But before that happened, Jessie said, "Tell me when it feels good, daddy. I wanna taste it this time." "Okay, baby," I moaned, waiting for him to begin. "I'll let you know when its time." With that, Jessie's mouth fled down my dick half way. He licked it with his tongue, bobbing up and down, driving his tongue near my balls. I didn't think my dick could get any harder, but it did. "Oh, that feels good," I moaned, and Jessie kept it up, lapping my dick like it was a Popsicle. Then he wrapped his mouth around my dick, and slid it down to his hand. "Cover your teeth with your lips," I said, and he did. Out of nowhere he gave my dick one huge suck, sucking on it like he was breathing air. I moaned loudly. Jessie's mouth slowly pulled up on my dick, sucking all the skin with it. I felt all the blood rush to the head, and then the soft release as he licked against it, and sucked hard again. He moved his hand a little, and sucked again, and I felt his throat dug against my dick. "Don't choke yourself," I managed to get out between moans. His mouth was so warm, and his tongue worked my dick like he'd been born to do it. He took his time, sucking slowly, savoring it as much as I was, draining all the precum from my dick. Another powerful suck came, and I gasped, it felt so good. My balls shook, and I felt all the cum pushing out, all that hotness running up my dick, called by the lips of my boy. I was so caught up in the moment, I barely managed to warn him. "Ohhh.... I... I-I'm cumming...." My balls erupted into Jessie's mouth right as he sucked in. It caught him off guard, but still, he gulped as much of it down as he could. What he missed dribbled out of his mouth and down my dick. He kept sucking as wave after wave of cum poured out, until my balls were dry. Jessie kept my dick in his mouth until it went soft, and climbed into my lap to give me a kiss. I licked the cum from his mouth first, then we kissed. His lips were hot from all the sucking, but they were softer than silk, and I hugged him tight until he pulled away and smiled at me. "I loved it, daddy," he said. "I like your milk." I smiled back at him, rubbing his curly hair. "I loved it too," I said. "You can have daddy's milk whenever you want, okay?" Jessie nodded excitedly. But I wanted him to know he didn't have to do it. "You don't have to do it just because I liked it," I said. "You do it only when you want to do it," I said, tapping him on the chest. "And only when you want to do it, okay?" "Okay, daddy," he said, and laid his head on my shoulder. In moments, both us were fast asleep.