JiuJitsu Boy

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This is a chapter story. Sex will happen but not the main focus for a few chapters.

Last time...

When they pulled up to Mark's shop, Officer Patton was standing at the door. Mark started to get nervous.

And now...

Officer Patton spoke. "Mr. Owens, I have some information you may want to see. Can you let the boy in so we can talk?"

"Sure. Jamie, why don't you go inside and turn the lights on. The switch is right over there. What's up, officer?"

"I have the accident report from Ashley and Jamie's crash. You aren't going to like what you read, and I suggest you don't share it with the boy until you get to the bottom of it. I'm sorry I was such a dick to you. This must all be so confusing, but you know, we can't take a chance that you were holding the boy against his will or abusing him. If I get one sign that you've been molesting the boy, you won't even make it to the county jail."

"I hear you, officer. I don't know why you would think I would hurt my own son. Please, don't worry about us."

Mark went into his shop. Jamie was sitting behind the counter. "What did that douche bag want?"

"Son, we can't be talking like that. He apologized and is trying to help us find your mom."

"I told you, she's not coming back. I don't care, I have you now!"

Later in the day, Mark got a chance to look over the report that Officer Patton had brought by. This was very confusing. There were a lot of details about the accident from the police report and a report from the FBI.

Apparently, the accident was caused by a hit-and-run driver. The police said it had looked like an attempted hit that went wrong. Jamie and Ashley were collateral damage. The intended victims, Carol and Tanner Flanders, were injured but taken away from the fiery crash.

Witnesses reportedly pulled the two women and two boys out of their burning cars. The four victims were taken to a nearby hospital where Ashley and Jamie were pronounced dead. Carol and Tanner were in the intensive care unit (ICU).

According to the report, both of the Flanders had severe memory loss. The police had run records on the cars to identify the people and talk to their families. After a month in the hospital, the two had regained some memory, but had to rely on the police information to fill in missing gaps.

Officer Patton had run a background check on the Flanders. There were no records of them before Tanner turned 4. It's as if they were just created out of thin air. They lived in Canyon Lake from the time Tanner was 4. Before that, there was nothing.

It got even stranger, after the accident, there were no known addresses for the Flanders.

Officer Patton must have really wanted to find something on Mark. There were driving records for Mark, every ticket. Even his shop's business license records. Patton was digging for something, anything. He knew this didn't seem right.

There was a handwritten page in the notes from Patton. Carol and Tanner Flanders do not exist. The FBI flagged their identity.

Well, this was interesting, but still left so many questions unanswered.

Business at the shop was slow today, and since Mark had an assistant at the store, so he and Jamie went over to have a burger at Mac's.

"Jamie, do you remember being in an accident?"

"Yeah, well, not really. I was told that I was in an accident and I know I was in a hospital."

"Do you remember anything else? What happened after the accident?"

"They said I was in a coma? I think that's it."

"So you don't remember the accident?"

"When I woke up, they had to tell me what had happened. I knew my name was Jamie, but couldn't remember much else. They kept telling me I wasn't Jamie, that my name was Tanner."

"That's odd, but you knew you were Jamie?"

"Yeah, I knew it, but they kept telling me I was wrong. I couldn't remember much, but I knew my own name. They were very confusing. When they brought my mom in, I didn't recognize her. She had been badly hurt in the accident, but something didn't feel right. They told me it was her, but I didn't believe them. They quizzed me for hours until I finally agreed that she was my mom."

"So you don't think she was your mom? Why?"

"She didn't feel like my mom. The doctors told me that we were both suffering from eminemsha."

"You mean amnesia?"

"Yeah, that's it. Mom forgot a lot, though. So they had to tell her everything about her life. She was talking to the cops a lot. When we got out of the hospital, some men took us to a hotel. We couldn't have anything from our old house. I didn't really understand what was going on. Those men eventually moved us here. Mom told me that we needed new names, so I picked Jamie because that's what I thought my name was even though they said it was Tanner. Maybe she was just tired of me insisting my name was Jamie when she called me Tanner. Mom told me we were now the Martin's, and that just sounded right to me. She said her name was Ashley. I liked that name. It sounded familiar, but I was just six."

"Holy shit, so, you knew your name really was Jamie Martin, not Tanner Flanders?"

"Ha, no, I'm not on the Simpsons! Ned's not my dad. I've always been Jamie Martin. Mom, on the other hand, something was never right with her after the accident."

Mark had a lot to ponder. This was stranger than anything he had heard. He thought maybe he should be taking notes so he could write a movie when he gets to the bottom of this mystery.

As they left Mac's, Mark stopped at the 7-11 and grabbed a bag of M&M's. Jamie looked at them and smiled with approval. Mark grabbed a couple more bags. When they were walking to Mark's shop, he handed one to Jamie. "Here, you can have some M&M-nesia's." He laughed at his own joke. Jamie got it and started laughing too. Mark reached down to tickle Jamie, but he ran ahead.

"You can't catch me, old man!" he yelled.

"Don't you old man me!" Mark quickly closed the gap and grabbed his boy. Tickling him and making him laugh so hard that he started screaming. "Stop, I'm gonna wet my pants, Daaaaad!"

Just then, Master Bruce arrived for his afternoon adult classes. "Hey Jamie, did I just hear you call Mark your dad?"

"Yeah, Master Bruce, he's my dad!"

Bruce gave Mark a strange look. Mark gave him a shrug and a "Let's talk later" look.

Mark had to relieve his assistant so she could get lunch. She hadn't ever seen Mark so happy. Mark even gave her money for lunch, he's never done that before.

Life at the shop was kind of boring for a boy, so Jamie followed Bruce into the studio to see if he could hang out. Bruce was happy to have the helper and was going to pump him for information.

"So, Jamie, how is it that Mark is your dad? Is he your foster dad or something?"

"No silly, he's my real dad."

"But I've never heard him talk about a son, or you talk about a dad."

"No, we just met, but I knew he was my dad when I saw him. The police proved it, his name is on my birth certificate."

"Wow, I guess you're full of surprises."

Just then, his students started arriving, so Bruce couldn't keep digging. He figured that Mark would fill him in later. Jamie helped move mats and get things in place for the class. He was having fun. The day passed rather quickly.

Mark locked up his shop before the studio closed and went to get Jamie. "Son, it's time to go. Thank you, Master Bruce, for keeping him entertained."

"No worries, Mark, we're going to have to catch up and you've got some explaining to do."

"Oh, I'm sure. This is all new to me, so we will catch up. Can he hang with you tomorrow for part of the day?"

"Sure, he was a pleasure to have around. He takes after his dad." Bruce winked at Mark and gave him a knowing look.

When Jamie wasn't looking, Mark mouthed a kiss to Bruce.

"Dad, can we have pizza tonight?"

"I bet I could feed you pizza every night and you wouldn't complain."

"You're right, dad."

"What do you want on it?"

"I want an extra large, thick crust, no make that stuffed crust, pepperoni with mushrooms and extra cheese."

"Sounds like you know what you want. Well, let me call it in." Mark called it in, and they made it home just a few minutes before the delivery. Let's take it out to the patio. We can sit by the pool and eat. What would you like to drink?

"I want milk with my pizza, dad. Doesn't everyone?"

Mark thought he had heard of that, but it seemed strange to him. "One milk and one Pepsi on the way."

Mark took the pizza, some napkins, and the drinks out to the patio. He ran back inside and changed his slacks to a pair of shorts and tossed his polo aside for a tee. Jamie came bounding out of the house in nothing but a blue jock.

"Jamie, why are you always wearing a jock? Don't you have any underwear?"

"I like them, dad. They make me feel sexy. I really wanted some sexier ones, but mom would only buy jocks or regular underwear.

Mark wasn't complaining. Crap, the kid could go naked as far as he cared.

They ate the pizza, and Jamie went over to the edge of the pool. He bent down and felt the water, exposing his little pink starfish to Mark. "Are you a good swimmer, Jamie?"

"Yeah, I'm really good. The water is warm, dad."

"I keep it heated with those solar panels."

"Which panels, dad?" Jamie asked, looking around, not seeing Mark as he came up and pushed on Jamie's starfish, making him jump and fall in the pool.

Jamie came to the surface. "Not fair, dad. Help me out."

Mark reached down and the boy grabbed his arm in a death grip and planted his feet against the wall, managing to topple Mark into the pool.

As Mark surfaced, he spit out the water in his mouth. "I see how it's going to be." He slipped his tee off and slipped out of his shorts and tossed them on the deck. He swam over to Jamie, who had retreated to the shallow end, and grabbed him and hugged him tight. Jamie's back was on Mark's chest. Jamie relaxed and felt the warmth of Mark and slid his hand down to find his dad's cock stretching his boxer briefs in the water. "These need to come off, dad." He said as he slid his hand down Mark's waist.

Now Mark was naked. Jamie had already flung his jock to the side of the pool, so the two were skinny dipping. Mark held Jamie tight. This felt good and it felt right.

"Dad?"

"Yes?"

"I love you. Do you think..." Jamie stopped.

"Do I think what, son?"

"I mean, I really liked what you let me do to you last night. I want to, well, I want you to do it to me."

"Are you sure? I don't think you're ready for it babe. I love you too, but I don't want to hurt you. How about if we play and I can do some things with you to see if you're ready or not."

"Dad, I'm ready. Trust me, I can handle it. "

The two scampered off to the bedroom. Thankfully, there were towels on the deck that they could use to dry off. The leftover pizza and drinks would have to wait. This is more important.

Jamie jumped up on the bed. He seems to like that. He bounced and landed on his back. He pulled his legs up and offered his star to Mark.

Mark dropped to his knees, leaned in and started to use his tongue to circle the star. Jamie was moaning in pleasure.

"Oh dad, deeper. I love that dad."

Mark began probing Jamie. Even though the boy had been in the pool, there was still his scent and it was driving Mark crazy. His cock was dripping with pre-cum so he grabbed a glob with his index finger and placed it on Jamie's lips. The boy went crazy and sucked in Mark's finger.

"Dad, get up here and 69, but I want you to work on my hole."

Mark got on the bed and had the boy straddle him. His face was in the boy's crack. His tongue was working its magic along with his fingers. Jamie was slurping up his dad's nectar and seemed to understand how to edge him. Jamie had some talent and Mark was going to have to figure out where the boy learned it, but for now he was enjoying feasting on the boy's ass. He worked two fingers in and now was pushing in a third. Jamie wasn't struggling with it and cooing between sucking on Mark.

"Dad, I need you in me."

Mark flipped Jamie over on his back and flipped over again to be on top of Jamie. Now they were face to face. Mark leaned in and kissed his boy. They locked lips, tongues danced, and Mark's cock was dripping pre-cum on Jamie's belly. Jamie's cock was dripping as well.

Mark lifted Jamie's legs onto his shoulders and lined his cock up with Jamie's ready and willing hole. As he pressed forward, Jamie smiled and wiggled so that Mark's cock went balls deep instantly.

"Fuck yeah, dad, that's amazing. Pump your load into me!"

Mark didn't hesitate. He pumped like a jack rabbit until he got close, then he stopped to lean down and kiss Jamie. "I love you, Jamie. I love you so much!"

"I love you too, dad. Make love to me! Promise never to leave me!"

"I won't ever leave you." Mark resumed pumping and felt Jamie's ring grasping his cock and pulsing. The boy shot his load between them, hands free. That drove Mark over the edge, and he shot harder than he had ever remembered. He wanted to savor being in his boy, but he slowly pulled out and licked up the boy jizz and cleaned Jamie's cock. He moved up to kiss Jamie, and they kissed, swapped Jamie's cum and cuddled.

"Dad?"

"Yes?"

"You promised never to leave me, right?"

"I did, and I never will, for as long as you want to be with me."

"Well, I want you forever, but I don't want you to be mad at me."

"Why would I be mad at you?"

"Well, I sort of, I mean, never mind. I can't tell you. You will be mad."

"No, you can tell me anything. I won't ever be mad as long as you tell me the truth."

"Well, I learned how to do all this from Master Bruce."

End JiuJitsu Boy Chapter 4 - Andrew Thomas