Date: Thu, 24 Jun 2010 14:50:20 +0100
From: Pearse Jackson <p.j1055@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Cure (Part 2)

Sam woke up, instantly feeling the heat of his father's body. One of his
arms was across Jamie's chest......he could feel how his father's breathing
swelled his chest, could feel his heartbeat......his head was resting at
the crook of his shoulder. He raised his head, and looked down at his
father's face. So handsome......a broad, honest face, his hair the same
chestnut brown as Sam's, but neck length to Sam's shoulder length, straight
to Sam's more wavy hair......he hesitantly reached a hand out to stroke one
of his father's cheeks. He felt the heat of that warm, lean cheek, and
suddenly, this was all real.

He had made love to his father.....though, of course, it had been his
father who had made love to him. Jamie had kissed him, caressed his
flesh......then his fingers, and lips and tongue, took away the pain.....

The ache wasn't there......Sam felt tears well. His father had held him,
and loved him, so tenderly.....

Sam silently left the bed, and went out onto the balcony, feeling the cold
air of the early morning kiss his naked skin, making it rise to
goosebumps. His hands gripped the stone rail. He looked out at the
brilliantly coloured morning, full of orange and yellow where the sun was
topping the horizon, the other side of the sky that comfortable, quiet blue
of early morning, not like the dull blue of late evening. What a metaphor,
Sam thought to himself and smiled, wondrously. His life had been a dull
evening, but after his father's touch......it felt like a beautiful
rebirth. He looked back into the room, seeing his father's face and chest,
revealed when Sam had slid from the covers, and felt love swell.

He padded back inside, feeling a little selfish as he rubbed his father's
cheek, and whispered, ''Daddy?'', but feeling like he needed to rouse him,
to feel Jamie's lips again. Jamie's eyes slowly opened, and then a smile
spread on his face, his hand rising to stroke his son's neck. ''Hey,
beautiful,'' he whispered, his voice so full of love. Sam felt tears of
joy, and pushed his lips against his father's, his hands feeling the
hardness of his father's chiselled, muscular chest, while his father
continued to stroke his son's neck, massaging his shoulders every few
seconds. Sam moaned as he leaned back, the strong taste of his father's
lips still lingering on his. He slipped under the covers, and nestled
himself against his father, looking lovingly up at him as he stroked one
hand across his manly chest, shivering at the strength underlying that
skin.

''Daddy......why? I mean, how did you know?'' Sam asked slowly, as if
reluctant to ask it in case it meant he'd have to stop stroking him.

He reached over to stroke Sam's upturned side with one hand, and looked
back at the young boy with a hint of nerves in his eyes. ''I'm sorry,
sweetie, but I.....that is, I was putting your clothes in your
room......your diary was left open,'' he finished quietly, guilt plain in
his face.

Sam felt blood rush to his face, stopping his hand's motions on his
father's chest, while he desperately tried to figure out what he had
written that day. Oh no, Sam thought despairingly, pushing himself away
from Jamie to look into his eyes as tears beaded Sam's. He had written
about his ache, about his desire for Jamie, and a fantasy.......of tying
him down with cuffs, putting on one of his deceased mother's babydolls, and
riding Jamie's cock until he told Sam he could be his little daughter.

''Daddy......,'' Sam whispered, crying openly now, trying to leave the bed
so he leave the room, but Jamie's arms pulled him close, one of his wide
hands stroking the weeping boy's hair. Sam couldn't stop cursing himself
silently, that the one time his father looks at his diary, its the time he
writes a more kinky sexual fantasy into it. He had written previous ones,
too, but he normally wasn't the one being dominant in his fantasies......

''Sweetie, sweetie, its alright, honestly,'' Jamie whispered soothingly
into Sam's ear, as the boy fought to control his emotions, looking through
wet eyes at his father. Jamie looked deep into his eyes. ''It made me
realise how lonely you were, how much you needed me......and I must
admit,'' and here, a blush came to Sam's father, a normally bluffy enough
man, ''it aroused me.....''

Sam stared up at Jamie, whispering thickly, ''Truly?''

''Yeah.....I liked the idea of you as my daughter......,'' Jamie whispered,
his eyes like a warm caress to Sam's, ''I've thought you're every bit as
beautiful as any girl for years, now.''

Sam flung himself at Jamie, his little body straddling Jamie's as he kissed
his father hard, over and over, his mouth open, letting Jamie have a chance
to slip his warm, wet tongue into Sam's mouth, the young boy moaning into
the kiss.  His father's hands rested on his hips, holding him tight to his
own body, but his fingertips were long enough to lay across Sam's soft
buns.  Sam moaned to have his father touch so intimately, and continued to
kiss Jamie, sucking on the man's tongue, until he felt, after pushing his
boipussy more into his father's hands, the hardness of Jamie's erect cock
sliding against his soft cheeks.

He leaned back, gasping as the motion made the shaft of his father's penis
slide between his pussy cheeks. Looking into his father's eyes, his hands
splayed out on Jamie's chest to stabilise himself, he began to move his
pussy up and down, rubbing the shaft between his cheeks. Jamie's eyes
widened in shock, then relaxed in pleasure, low moans torn from his open
mouth. Sam bit his lower lip, knowing that it please his father so, and
moved quicker, until Jamie's hands gently gripped him and stopped his
movements.

''Sweetie.....I want to make love to you,'' he whispered, and Sam's mouth
slowly opened, almost not able to comprehend it. This was it; the moment
he'd have a man inside him, for the very first time. He breathed in
huskily, staring down into Jamie's eyes, trying to savour it all; the
feeling of his thighs cradled against Jamie's sides, his hands feeling the
intense strength of his father's body, his father's hands stroking his hips
so sweetly, while his cock rested just between cheeks.

''Sam, sweetie, there's lube in the top drawer of those drawers, over
there,'' Jamie whispered, and Sam, a little reluctantly, moved off his
father to fetch it for him, bending over to reach into the drawer.

''Oh wow......,'' he heard his father quietly say, looking back over at him
to see him admiring Sam's body. Sam blushed prettily, biting his lower
lip. ''I've never seen a more beautiful boipussy, sweetie,'' he said, a
wondrous smile on his face letting Sam know he meant it. Sam's cock was
throbbing, as he walked back to his father, the compliment ringing in his
ears, knowing his father had thought him beautiful for years, and desired
him. He slipped back under the covers, feeling a thrill as his father swept
the covers from the two of them. He took the lube from Sam, thanking him,
which made Sam blush once more. Sam looked down, and saw his father's cock
for the first time, his mouth opening in desire; it was huge, at least 9
inches long, and possibly a good 5 inches thick. He drew in shuddering
breaths as he stared at it, startling at Jamie's amused voice, ''Do you
like it, sweetie?''

Sam, a smile on his face, nodded eagerly to his father. Jamie just smiled
back, his eyes obviously savouring Sam's face. Then he opened the jar, and
stuck his fingers in, coating them in the slippery stuff. He slowly reached
down to grasp his own cock, and rub the lube all over it. The sight of his
father's cock glistening under the coat of lubricant made Sam moan in
anticipation, wanting so badly to feel that cock inside him. His father
slowly pulled Sam up himself, so that Sam straddled his stomach. Jamie
applied pressure to Sam's back, and the boy obediantly laid down on his
father, but couldn't resist, their lips being so close, from kissing him, a
open mouth, but tender, kiss, their tongues tasting each other slowly,
savouringly. All the while, unknown to Sam, his father had once more dipped
his fingers in the lube, and now stroked his fingers between Sam's cheeks
to rub the lube into Sam's puckered rosebud.

Sam reacted almost violently, the sudden tense and orgasm making him arch
his body and squeal like a girl into his father's ear, his cheek pushed
against Jamie's neck, while his hands clutched tight on his father's
shoulders. Jamie continued to probe his fingertips against not only Sam's
virgin pussy, but the soft line of previously untouched flesh between his
buttocks. Sam continued to squeal and whine in a high pitched, girlish
tone, that came naturally to him in this moment of being pleasured by his
big, stud, male lover. He moved his pussy on Jamie's fingers when they
stroked into him, the insides of his thighs rubbed harder against Jamie's
sides by his own motions, nevermind his nipples, which felt like rocks as
they cut into Jamie's hard pectoral muscles. His father stopped finger
fucking him for a moment, whispering, ''Are you ready, beautiful?'', as he
rubbed along the inside of his son's cheeks. Sam whimpered softly, and
whispered, ''Yes'', in a urgent, pleading whisper. He wanted it more than
anything.

Jamie set his hands to Sam's hips, and Sam raised his head to look in his
father's eyes. He put his hands on his shoulders, tight, at least a little
scared in this moment. Sam had written gay erotic stories, and had read
many for inspiration first, so he knew pain would come first. He bit his
lower lip nervously as he felt the proud head of his father's cock push
between his cheeks, feeling his father's hand slowly positioning it to make
love to him. It seemed to cling to the lube there, and his father gripped
his hips tight, looking up into his son's eyes reassuringly. Sam looked
back, almost not able to believe this was about to happen, but he just
attempted to keep his body relaxed and wait for it.

His father pulled him onto his hard cock as he thrust it slowly, but
deeply, into Sam.

Sam immediately whimpered in pain, that whimpering becoming more like sobs,
as he pushed his face down into the pillow beside his father's head. It was
uncomfortable, and didn't feel right; it felt like his lower body was being
pulled apart. He whimpered and moaned in pain against the pillow, while his
father continued to move Sam's body onto himself, whispering soothing words
to his son. ''Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry, but it has to hurt, at first.'' Sam
knew it, and didn't try to respond. He knew his father would never
intentionally hurt him, and that he was probably being gentle right now,
but it felt as if his father had shoved a fist inside him. He clung tight,
and tried not to tense his pussy on his father, because it only hurt more
that way, but it was hard, as every other part of him was tensed. His
father stroked his hips now, more than moved them, as if trying to bring
some pleasure to Sam.

The pain slowly ebbed away, fading quicker when his father tilted his head
sideways to kiss and suck his son's neck.  Soon, his grip on his father's
shoulders relaxed a fraction, and he raised his mouth to moan, ''Oh,
Daddy'', as he suddenly felt a beginning of that pleasure that he had
always dreamed of. His father obviously saw the significance of the moan,
and began to thrust himself deep, his hands gripping Sam tight once more,
moving the young boy on him, a lot quicker than before. Sam's soft moans
and little whimpers gradually became cries and squeals of pleasure. He
raised his head, and kissed his father, Jamie's tongue slipping into his
mouth after a few seconds, claiming it, as his cock claimed Sam's
pussy. Sam rubbed his father's shoulders and neck, as his father held Sam's
lower body close to his.

''Daddy !'' Sam screamed, leaning back from the kiss and tensing his little
body as he came all over his father's stomach, and cum flowed from his
pussy onto Jamie's cock. Jamie's eyes widened as he regarded his son, and
he moaned in pleasure to that feeling. He suddenly flipped them over, and
Sam squealed, almost fearfully, as his father started to truly thrust
himself into the young boy, pushing his little body into the bed hard,
bunching the sheets under his back, as he squirmed and whimpered, stunned
by the sudden lust and ferocity in his father. Jamie held him down,
grunting in satisfaction, as he fucked Sam to heaven. Sam threw his head
back, eyes tightly shut, completely lost in this moment, as his father
forced yet more cum from his body, his now limp cock stuck to his body with
cum, while it felt as if Jamie's cock only surged in easier and easier the
more cum Sam made to lubricate it. ''Oh, God damn it, Sam,'' Jamie moaned
into Sam's ear, and thrusted himself in, all the way to the hilt, and
spurted a tidal wave of cum inside his son.

''Ohhhhh......,'' Sam whispered, as he felt his pussy close around his
father, and the cum heat his insides. It felt so good, that feeling of his
father just there inside him, of the hot, creamy cum wetting and heating
his pussy.  Knowing this was his father marking him with his essence for
the very first time.......

Sam barely felt his father slowly withdraw, could only sigh and moan
softly, as if the lust of their coupling had tired him. Indeed, he could
feel sweat on his face and body. He moaned softly as his pussy began to
ache in his father's absence, but this was a pleasant ache, an ache of fond
memory. Sam smiled, his eyes still half shut, as his father laid down
beside him, and gathered Sam to him, just like last night. He made soft,
satisfied noises, as he felt his father stroke the back of his neck and
head with one gentle hand.

''Oh, sweetie.......,'' his father whispered happily, ''everything about
you is so sweet, and soft.''

Sam opened his eyes, and tilted his head to meet Jamie's warm gaze, smiling
back joyfully. He moved his head closer to kiss Jamie, a deep, but slow,
kiss, both of them getting a taste of each other while pleasuring the
other. Sam leaned back from the kiss, resting his chin on Jamie's chest as
he looked up at his father, not smiling, feeling too warm and this moment
too perfect for something so insignificant as a smile. He just lost himself
in Jamie's eyes, shivering sweetly as Jamie slipped an arm under his neck,
and rubbed his back, his other hand gently bringing one of Sam's smooth
thighs over his own, stroking it to the young boy's enjoyment. Sam laid his
head down on Jamie's chest, moving a hand down to stroke Jamie's still hard
cock, not to arouse, but merely to enjoy touching it, as Jamie certainly
seemed to. Sam left his hand there, looking back at Jamie, smiling happily
as Jamie kissed his forehead softly, and wished him, ''Sweet dreams,
beautiful.''

''Sweet dreams, Daddy,'' Sam whispered, in love with both Jamie and the
fact he could now wish his father that. He slowly drifted away to sleep,
feeling protected in his father's strong arms.

End of Part 2