Date: Sun, 17 Oct 2010 17:17:31 +0100
From: Pearse Jackson <p.j1055@hotmail.com>
Subject: Understood (Part 2)

Understood (Part 2)

Chapter 2: The Morning After

Sam woke up, mumbling softly as he felt Jamie's hands stroking his upper
back and one side. Sam moaned softly, smiling. His father's body was very
warm, and he nuzzled closer within Jamie's arms. ''Good morning, kitten,''
Jamie purred, warmth in his voice. Sam lifted his head from Jamie's chest
to smile at Jamie. ''Morning, Daddy.....,'' Sam whispered, leaning forward
to kiss him softly, eyes closed as he tasted Jamie's lips. He drew back,
blushing a little as he whispered, ''I like how you're calling me
''kitten''.''

Jamie's smile widened. ''I like it, too. My beautiful, little kitten.'' His
right hand caressed the side of Sam's neck as he pulled Sam closer to kiss
him. Sam moaned in pleasure as Jamie deepened the kiss, pushing Sam's lips
open with his own, nipping gently at the softer flesh between Sam's
lips. Jamie's hands descended on Sam's body to grip his hips, lifting him
up to straddle Jamie's waist. Sam squealed in delight as Jamie stroked his
thighs, his own slender hands on Jamie's shoulders as he laid himself down
on the man's muscular torso to kiss Jamie, their lips meeting hungrily,
both of them aroused by how intimately Jamie was stroking Sam, Sam pushing
back against Jamie's hands when they slid up to cup his tender buns,
caressing them sensually while Sam moaned into the kiss, swallowing Jamie's
tongue when it pressed into his mouth. Sam grew hard against Jamie's
equally hard stomach, and he could feel a soft pressure down between his
legs and under his genitals which he knew to be Jamie's hardening cock.

Sam pulled back, dizzy from their kiss, his hands splayed out on Jamie's
chiselled chest, panting for breath. Jamie smiled up at him, his eyes
roaming over Sam's face, while his hands slid up from Sam's buttocks to his
hips, just gently rubbing them while he waited for Sam. Sam gained control
over his breathing, his heart still thumping, as he smiled back at
Jamie. He leaned back until he was practically sitting on Jamie's waist,
his eyes dropping from Jamie's face to his chest, lips parting as his hands
slowly rubbed against the hard skin there, tracing the defined lines
between each bulging muscle.  He could feel Jamie's eyes on his face, and
blushed, but continued stroking his body. It never ceased to amaze Sam how
fit his 38 year old father was. He honestly looked like he could be playing
professional sports with a body that fit. When his fingers dropped to crawl
all over Jamie's rigid six-pack, he hitched his body back, and felt Jamie's
standing cock against his butt cheeks. He looked up at Jamie quickly, who
winked wickedly at Sam. Sam chewed on his lower lip as he got off Jamie,
crawling down the bed to kneel between his legs. Jamie propped himself up
onto his elbows to watch what Sam was doing, his eyes wide as Sam's right
hand gently grasped his hardness.

''Oh, sweetness....,'' he groaned as Sam rubbed him, from tip to hilt, his
fingertips dancing against his tight testicles. It always made Sam feel so
sexy, so beautiful that he could impart such pleasure on Jamie, who always
pleasured him in the utmost. That he could be in control of such a bigger
guy with just a few touches. His hand drifted upwards, combing through the
jet-black, wiry hair above his cock, all the way along the slender line of
hair connecting his pubic hair with his belly button.  Jamie's eyes were
open again, so Sam quickly brought his hand down again, rubbing him harder
this time, his hand not leaving Jamie's hot, hard cock. Jamie closed his
eyes once more in pleasure, his head lolling back against his
shoulders. Sam watched, a delight smile on his face, as he placed his
second hand on Jamie's cock, down at the bottom of it, feeling a few stray
pubic hair tickle his palm as he rubbed Jamie. With his other hand, he
gently inserted his index finger under Jamie's foreskin, teasing the slit
at the head of his cock. Jamie was, somehow, getting harder in Sam's hands,
and Sam knew it wasn't long now before Jamie would explode. He slowly
placed his hands against Jamie's thighs, lowering his head towards the
cock. Jamie's eyes opened once more, his head raised. Sam smiled shyly at
him, seeing the lust and anticipation in Jamie's eyes as he kissed the head
of Jamie's cock, letting his lips open against it.

This time Jamie groaned in wanton lust, he fell back to the bed, his hands
going down to rest on the back of Sam's head.  Sam smiled as he kissed
Jamie's erection, over and over, all over the foreskin, using the fingers
of his right hand to gently peel back the foreskin, then leaving harder
kisses against the tender red glans underneath. He felt the first wave of
precum ooze from Jamie's puffy slit, and moaned as he licked it off Jamie's
cock. Jamie was moaning, over and over, his hands rubbing the back of Sam's
neck, head and hair absent-mindedly. Sam loved the taste of Jamie's fine,
transparent precum, but he was after a bigger prize than that. Opening his
lips wide, he took his father inside his mouth, licking the underside of
Jamie's hot cock, pushing his mouth down some three or four inches before
stopping, letting his throat and mouth get used for it for just a few
moments. He could hear Jamie hold his breath, and then, when Sam's mouth
began to slowly move up and down on him, heard him release it as a long
sigh of pleasure. On every descent of his spread lips down Jamie, he tried
to swallow more and more, but stopped before he gagged once he took in some
six, maybe seven inches. He placed his hand just under the length and
rubbed his father in time with his deep throats. ''Oh, honey,'' Jamie
moaned as another wave of precum decorated the back of Sam's throat. Sam
moaned in response, a throaty, muffled moan that obviously had his helpless
father only more aroused, for now his hands started applying pressure on
Sam's neck, pushing him more onto his cock, not letting him withdraw as
far. Sam loved that; they were both in control in this moment. He rubbed
Jamie harder with his hand, his other hand circling around Jamie's balls
and the the start of his rigid cock, stroking that area as Sam's lips
pressed tighter around Jamie, moving slower now but a lot harder on Jamie's
cock, practically milking the cum from his throbbing balls. Jamie could
only hold on for a few more minutes, before crying out Sam's name as he
thrust his cock deep, very, very deep within Sam's mouth and down his
throat, almost making Sam gag, as he exploded, his cum sliding down Sam's
throat. Sam could feel hair against his lips for a moment, and a wild
thought went through his mind, Oh my God, I just swallowed his entire
cock......

He slowly withdrew, laying a little kiss like a signature on the tip of
Jamie's cock before slipping his tongue under the tender foreskin to lick
up whatever cum had landed there. He looked up, finding Jamie slumped back
against the bed, his arms thrown to either side of him, eyes closed, a
blissful expression on his face. Sam crawled up Jamie's body, snuggling
against one of his sides as he gently rubbed his chest with one
hand. Jamie's eyes closed opened, and he smiled at Sam. Sam was delighted
to find sweat on his brow and chest, knowing he'd done very well
indeed. Jamie caressed one of Sam's cheeks as he whispered, ''Oh, kitten,
that is the best blowjob I have ever had.''

Sam gasped, blushing a little as he whispered, ''Really?'' But he couldn't
keep the delight off his face.

''Uhuh, you sexy little thing,'' Jamie purred, pulling Sam close for a soft
kiss, his lips opening and closing without hurry against Sam's. Sam was
certainly purring like a kitten when they broke the kiss, truly happy in
this moment.

Jamie's lips curled in that wicked smile of his.  ''Hmm, your turn, I
think,'' he said, moving Sam to one side as he kneeled beside the young
boy. He, with enough force to give Sam a thrill, bent Sam over onto all
fours, caressing Sam's hips with his hands while pushing his semi-hard cock
at Sam's buttocks. Sam moaned in pleasure, pushing his behind back at
Jamie, who chuckled at his son's ardour. He moved backward away from Sam's
cheeks, making Sam groan in disappointment, before feeling Jamie cup his
butt cheeks in his firm hands. Sam moaned a long, satisfied moan as Jamie
kneaded his tender buns slowly, pushing and probing the round globes in his
hands. Sam was growing hard as a rock to have his father treat him so, and
only felt even hotter under the collar (though he wasn't wearing one) when
he felt Jamie slowly insert two fingers between his pleasured cheeks. He
whimpered, his body quivering, as Jamie's questing fingers found his
puckered hole, circling it with the pad of his index finger, much to Sam's
pleasure and distress. His slender hands clutched at the bedsheets
desperately, his thighs braced as he welcomed Jamie's fingers into him,
spreading his legs just a little to let Jamie know it felt good.

And it did, it felt so good. Sam's neck arched as those two fingers entered
him, gently rubbing at his tender pussyflesh. Jamie's other hand was gently
massaging the crux of his thigh and hip, but Sam could barely feel it above
the waves of pleasure emanating from his boipussy at this moment.
''Ohhhh......,'' he sighed out loudly as Jamie began thrusting them in and
out, only slowly, but slowly was just the right pace for Sam now.  Sam
thrusted his pussy in time to Jamie's fingers, both of them moving in sync
with one another. Sam began to whimper as a delicious burn began to build
up inside of him, and whimpered louder when he felt Jamie's other hand find
his erect cock. Jamie's hand moved slowly up and down on him, but still, it
felt like too much; Sam put his hand over Jamie's, as if to lift it off,
but just then, he felt the sweet tightness of orgasm surging through
him. ''Daddy !'' he cried out in wanton abandon as he orgasmed, his swollen
cock and tingling boipussy erupting, his thighs and arms spasming so that
he slumped to the bed.

He could barely moan after that explosive an orgasm, struggling to breathe
after the tightness in his entire body relaxed. He felt Jamie's hands
gently rub his shoulders and neck, heard him whisper, ''Are you ok,
sweetheart?''

''Yeah......,'' Sam panted, eyes closed as he struggled to compose
himself. He felt Jamie lay onto one elbow beside him, laying a gentle kiss
on his neck. Sam slowly rolled onto his side, smiling in a happy, if a
little tired, fashion at his father. Normally the sight of Jamie laid out
that casually and nakedly would stir his blood in places he didn't know he
had any; His right bicep just a little bunched, his head resting against
his right fist, his beautiful eyes staring right into Sam's, his cock, only
semi-hard yet still impressive, resting on one thigh. Sam crawled in close
and Jamie pulled him even closer with his free left arm, his right hand
tilting Sam's head so Jamie could lay a tender kiss on his lips. Sam spread
his right hand out against Jamie's hard chest, feeling the iron of Jamie's
muscles as he felt Jamie's lips caress his. Sam leaned back, and laid down
against Jamie's body, smiling when Jamie wrapped both strong arms around
him, holding him tight.

They simply stayed that way for a few minutes, listening to each other
breathe, rubbing each other's skin without hurry, kissing every now and
again. Sam loved these moments; he felt so familiar with Jamie at times
like this, so close. If he died inside Jamie's arms, he'd die with a smile
on his face, not unlike the radiant, carefree one on his face now.

Jamie leaned back just a little, to look down into Sam's eyes. ''Would you
like to take a shower with me, kitten?''

Sam's own eyes and face must've shown quite a urge to accept that, for
Jamie chuckled even before Sam nodded. He smoothly got out of the bed,
pulling Sam to his feet with a smile, wrapping an arm around Sam's slender
shoulders as he walked them to the bathroom down the hall from Sam's
room. Sam liked being naked in rooms of the house he'd normally not be; it
was a bit of a thrill, a thrill he got to explore and enjoy since becoming
Jamie's lover some three months ago.

Jamie stepped into the shower, and looked around for Sam who had lagged
behind him. Sam watched, lips parted and eyes wide, as the water his father
had turned on wet his body, made his muscles shine and glisten, made his
already dark hair shine even darker. Sam watched, breathless, as drops of
water shone like diamonds in the hair above Jamie's cock, which grew harder
as he watched. Sam's eyes quickly went to Jamie's to see the reason for
that; Jamie was admiring his body just as reverantly. He extended a hand
when he saw Sam looking up and Sam quickly stepped into the shower, taking
the offered hand. Jamie drew him close and set his hands on Sam's hips,
looking solemnly down into Sam's eyes. Sam was trembling arousal flirting
through him once more as he wrapped his arms around Jamie's shoulders. He
stood on tiptoe, loving how he had to do so, to kiss Jamie, a deep,
tongue-filled kiss, hungrily tasting each other, their tongues overlapping
and clashing against one another. Sam felt a little dizzy as he drew back,
but smiled up at Jamie, who held him tight, rubbing his hips and lower back
slowly.

Sam remembered the night before, and the smile faded from his face.
''Sorry about yesterday, Daddy,'' Sam said, anxiously looking up into
Jamie's eyes.

''For what, sweetness?'' Jamie asked, his brow furrowed a little in
confusion.

''For.....crying,'' Sam said, a little embarrassed with how lame that
sounded, but he did feel ashamed; not only for that, but for cutting
himself earlier that day, as well. He hoped Jamie hadn't noticed; he hated
that look, that heartbroken look that crept into Jamie's eyes every time he
saw a fresh cut on Sam's arms, no matter how hard Jamie tried to keep a
neutral face.

''That's ok, Sam,'' Jamie whispered reassuringly, ''you can cry all you
like, as long as I'm here to wipe the tears away, ok?''

Sam smiled, and almost felt like crying again for such sweet words. But now
was a happy time; when you're suffering depression as long as Sam has, you
learn to cherish these kind of moments, and truly respect them.  ''Ok,''
Sam whispered, closing his eyes as he hugged Jamie tightly, his cheek
pressed against Jamie's collarbone, ''thank you, Daddy.''

Jamie kissed the top of Sam's head through his hair, and whispered, ''Your
welcome, beautiful.''

Sam didn't break their hug for a few minutes, and when he did, he gave
Jamie a smile, and smiled wider when Jamie smiled back. Jamie kissed him
again, softly. ''How about you and I go back to my room for a nap, Sam?''

Sam smiled and said, ''Ok.''

Jamie dried them both with a towel, and carried Sam into his room, like a
new bride, laying him down so reverantly and tenderly on the bed that Sam
couldn't suppress a giggle of delight. Jamie laid down beside him, pulling
Sam close as he drew the covers over them both. Jamie kissed him once more,
and wished him sweet dreams, smiling so happily at Sam. Sam nuzzled close,
and slept. More didn't need to be said, or done; simple moments like that
meant the whole world not just to Sam, who was so used to being lonely
before Jamie took him into his bed, but to his father too, he suspected.

And sweet dreams he was indeed blessed with that morning.


End of Chapter 2