Date: Sun, 6 Jun 2010 19:08:25 +0100
From: Pearse Jackson
Subject: The Cure
Sam lay curled up on the couch, facing the flickering fire, but his eyes
were tightly shut, tears squeezing from between them to join the streams
his tears were cutting on his cheeks. His sobs were quiet, but inside, his
mind felt on fire; his hands were pressed to his forehead and temples,
because it felt as if his mind was truly going to spill out from his skull,
in the agony that he was feeling.
It had been going on for two months now......ever since he had begun to
view gay erotica on the net, as well as writing some erotic stories for a
site, despite the fact he was seventeen. His bouts of depression, when
flavoured with a lonely longing for a big, strong man to make him forget
his worries, the ache would occur; an ache deep down in his boipussy, that
made him tense his thighs around it, to try to cope, that made walking
agony.
It had grown, and grown, until all his depression was centred around it,
and the ache that hadn't left him for over four days now. He knew the only
cure would be sex, but how could an underage boy achieve that? He didn't
like any of the gay boys in the town, for none of them met what he wanted
in a man, so instead, he began fantasizing about those close to him who did
seem to fit his hopes; his friend Tony, his uncle John, and his father,
Jamie. All of whom weren't gay......fantasizing about those people, who he
knew never looked at him that way, only made him hate himself, and feel
deep shame. Every night now, there were nightmares of pain, interspersed
with fantasies of those unwitting men......he didn't know which he feared
more. Either way, when he awoke, his bed sheets would be wet. Which didn't
help......
Suicide seemed all there was left, and this night, he had decided to do so
tomorrow. There was truly nothing left for him.....he didn't care about
what most people cared about, only wanted one simple thing; a man to make
him forget for a moment, to hold and kiss him while he cried. He hated
society, that such a thing was taboo.......
But hating society hadn't worked.....nothing had.
Sam heard the front door open, and his eyes briefly opened, before closing,
fatter tears now wetting his face. His father was home from his date...
Sam had known he'd probably end up like this if he went in the room, but he
thought he might escape to his room before his father had came back. His
father hadn't seen him cry in years......sure, he knew about his
depression, but Sam hated that he'd have to show his weakness in front of
the man he desired most in the world.
His footsteps were halting as he walked to the couch. Sam waited for the
shout, the noise of disgust, or something more horrible, the sound of a
woman's voice; please, please tell me he didn't bring Gwen back here.......
Sam thought desolately.
The warmth of arms suddenly pulling him off the couch surprised him, even
more so when those arms then held him, and carried him out of the room. Sam
still wept, even when he felt himself being lowered tenderly onto a bed,
whose bed, he had no clue. He slipped under the covers, feeling the
presence of his father still in the room as he stripped himself naked under
the covers, and threw the clothes out on the floor. His father had seen him
cry, so what if he knew he slept in the nude, was Sam's bitter thought.
I'll be gone tomorrow, anyway...... he thought, and pushed his face into
his pillows, trying to look forward to the lack that would envelope him
when he did the act. The lack of his father, his friends.......
A hand slipping under the covers to rub the back of one thigh made him
hitch in his sharp breathing, his eyes opening slowly. ''Dad....?'' Sam
whispered thickly, the saliva dumbing his mouth from his crying. He gasped
as he felt his father slip under the covers behind him.
Suddenly, his father's wide, firm hands were caressing him gently and
intimately, rubbing his sides and thighs, while his lips kissed the back of
Sam's neck over and over, feeling how his father's neck rubbed against his
own when he placed his lips on the side of Sam's neck to suck there
briefly.
Sam's hands, which had been placed under his pillows, gripped there tight,
and he pushed the back of his body against his father's, as moans, that
were more like sobs, echoed from his open lips. ''Daddy.......oh,
Daddy.....,'' Sam tried to whisper, and realised he was still crying; all
he had previously felt were his father's hands, his lips, and that growing
hardness pressing down on the small of his back.
''You're ok, sweetie, everything's going to be ok,'' his father whispered,
so tenderly, into one of his ears, then closing his lips gently over that
same earlobe. Sam squirmed under the weight of his father, but didn't try
to move out from there; the warmth, the skin to skin touch......was what he
had been dreaming about. His father's hands were caressing him near his
armpits, stroking the side of Sam's little, girlish breasts......it felt so
good, and Sam cried out in joy as he wet the bed, which he now realised was
his father's bed, with his cum, pushing his pussy back up against his
father's groin. All he wanted now, what he needed so badly, was for his
father to make love to him, to stop the ache.
His father, as if reading the boy's mind, now perched to one side of Sam's
body, and one of his hands came down to caress Sam's soft buns, digging a
finger into Sam's puckered lips. Sam screamed into the pillow, his teeth
biting down hard, to that touch. It was heaven; the explosion of sensation,
a bolt of pleasure striking him and numbing him, for just one beautiful
moment, from pussy to neck. He started pushing his pussy against his
father, as Jamie slipped his finger, along with another one after a few
more moments, in and out of Sam. Sam's nipples rubbed raw, and rock hard,
his cock left cum all around where it rubbed against the bed, as his father
finger fucked him to paradise. Suddenly, it stopped, and Sam nearly cried
out against the injustice that it'd do so before it had caused orgasm, but
then he felt something beautiful.
His father slip under the covers, his lips kissing a line down the centre
of Sam's back. His hands caressed the young boy's sides, down to his
thighs, as his father planted a kiss at the swell of Sam's buttocks. Sam
was panting into the pillow, eyes wide open; is he going to..., he thought,
but the train of thought was interrupted by his father's lips planting a
kiss right between his cheeks, as his hands tenderly peeled Sam's cheeks
apart.
Sam's opened mouth strained on the pillow, as he cried his pleasure onto
it. His father's hands rubbed from thighs to his pussy cheeks, then up to
his back as his lips, then his tongue, licked Sam's virgin pussy, caressed
and probed against it. Sam pushed his pussy, out of sheer instinct, as he
arched his body into the bed, his cock exploding over his father's bed, his
arms trembling in weakness. His eyes were growing hazy, and he felt his
father's mouth leave his pussy, to kiss at the back of his shoulders now,
one of Jamie's hands holding Sam's body close. Sam felt his father shift
himself on the bed, and one of Jamie's hands gently turned Sam's face
sideways, so his father could kiss him.
His lips were so big compared to Sam's, but they were so tender.....they
closed and opened against Sam's over and over, as if his father couldn't
get enough. It felt like his father was sucking out the pain, leaving only
that bright, cheerful young boy he had been only a year or two ago.....
His father slowly leaned back, his head only a few inches from Sam's on the
pillow, his eyes gazing warmly into his son's. One of his hands slowly
rubbed Sam's lower back, as he whispered, ''Is that ache ok now, sweetie?''
How could he know.....? ''Yes, Daddy......,'' Sam whispered back, his eyes
swimming in new tears, joyful, relieved tears. There wasn't that deep down
ache, that pain, only warmth. The warmth of his father's hands slowly
pulling Sam to him, one of them cradling Sam's head against his chiselled,
hard chest, the other placed on his upturned side. Sam slung an arm across
his father's chest in wonder, watching and feeling as it settled there.
This was real.....so real, and so perfect. Sam started to cry, the tears
now having a safe, reassuring place to fall, as they wet his father's
chest. His small hands clung to his father, as his father slowly wrapped
his arms around Sam. ''Its ok, sweetie, get some sleep,'' he urged Sam in a
whisper, planting a light kiss on Sam's forehead. Sam's eyes drooped shut,
despite his longing to just soak in this moment, this moment of pure joy,
in his first lover's arms.
There were no nightmares. Dreams, yes......but there was no guilt or shame
to those, anymore.
End of Part 1
Readers of this story may enjoy some of these other stories I've
written:
''Happy Family'' - Bisexual: Incest
(http://eu.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/incest/happy-family)
''An Odd
Find'' - Gay Male: Adult-Youth
(http://eu.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/an-odd-find/)
''New
Master'' - Transgender/Transsexual: Authoritarian
(http://eu.nifty.org/nifty/transgender/authoritarian/new-master/)
''New
Daughter'' - Transgender/Transsexual: High School
(http://eu.nifty.org/nifty/transgender/highschool/new-daughter)
''Blood
City'' - Transgender/Transsexual: TV
(http://eu.nifty.org/nifty/transgender/tv/blood-city/)
''Summer,
Beautiful Summer'' - Bisexual: Incest
(http://eu.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/incest/summer-beautiful-summer)
''The
Raid'' - Gay Male: Beginnings
(http://eu.nifty.org/nifty/gay/beginnings/the-raid/)
''Adventures'' -
Transgender/Transsexual: Young Friends
(http://eu.nifty.org/nifty/transgender/young-friends/adventures)
''The
Lakehouse'' - Gay Male: High School
(http://eu.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/the-lakehouse/)
''Purity'' -
Gay Male: Science Fiction/Fantasy
(http://eu.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/purity)