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)