Date: Tue, 26 Apr 2011 02:40:22 +0100
From: Pearse Jackson <p.j1055@hotmail.com>
Subject: Too Good To Be True

Sam cried against his pillow, his body tight with pain and misery. The
sixteen year old boy's throat was tight, his heart throbbing and stomach
aching. He had been struggling lately with his depression; it had seemed he
had come to a state where he had ''mastered it'', at least to the stage
where he could function normally, where he could forget some things he
didn't wish to remember, and remember some things he shouldn't've
forgotten. But the last few days....it had first started getting
unmanageable after a bad night out at a friend's, where his friend, pretty
much the only remaining friend he had and one whom he had ''unfriendly''
thoughts of every time he let his mind wander over the subject, had ignored
him as if not there, instead spending the time Sam had been there on his
computer, talking to other people via MSN. Sam had thought his feelings
about that friend had somewhat dissipated, but being ignored like that,
when he had thought Will, his friend, was one of the only people who cared
even a little for him, had been too much to bear. He had left without
warning, and hadn't talked to him since. His absence was painful for Sam,
though; the only other person in his life was his father, Jamie, and he had
always imagined Jamie was ashamed of Sam, ashamed of how down and pathetic
he was most of the time.

So he felt alone.  Desperately, painfully, miserably alone. Wishing someone
would give him some sign he was cared for, loved for. Knowing no one would
bother.

He pressed his face against his pillow for a moment, his body shuddering
and aching. Shoulders drawn, only to feel a warm, wide hand touch his back
between them.

He gasped, his head trembling with emotion.  Surely that was a phantom
touch, something he had imagined. Only it wasn't; the hand slid upwards and
gently kneaded one shoulder.  ''Ohhhh....,'' Sam whispered. The touch
was......loving. No other word for it.

''Sam?'' he heard his father whisper softly, his voice sounding startingly
close to his head. Sam held his breath; he didn't know what to say, instead
hoped for more than he knew he would receive.  Hoped for.....

His father to slip into the bed beside him. To gently pull Sam onto his
side facing Jamie. For Jamie to reach over and turn on the lamp behind Sam,
resting on its bedside locker, so Sam could look up into his father's face,
noting the attractive stubble, strong chin and gentle smile on his
lips. The acceptance in his eyes, and the.....the love there. To watch
those eyes close, and for his to close as their heads came together, and
their lips touched, for the very first time.

Sam almost reeled from the kiss, from the moment his lips touched Jamie's
they were open as he gasped and shuddered. Jamie's lips pressed against
his, opening and closing against his softly. Jamie's left hand came up to
rub his neck, and then to slide down to rub his shoulder. Sam couldn't take
it; he broke the kiss to press his head against Jamie's shoulder resting
against the bed, whimpering sweetly as Jamie continued to stroke first his
shoulder, then his back, Jamie's stubbly jaw scratching his neck
delightfully as Jamie kissed the soft flesh of it.

''Daddy....?'' he whispered, pulling back from him and looking into his
father's eyes, looking for an explanation, some sort of hint what could
bring his father to do this. Surely.....surely he couldn't be physically
attracted to Sam? He had always wanted Jamie to be, but had never thought
it possible.

His father offered no such explanation, at least not with his mouth; his
eyes, however, beamed out love to Sam, something that made him catch his
breath once more. That gentle smile was still there, that made him look so
handsome, and brought a sense of peace and happiness to Sam.

What he did say was no less needed, indeed longed for by Sam. ''Don't talk,
baby.....let's just enjoy this.....you feel so good, Sam....'' he whispered
as he pulled Sam close once more, both strong, muscular arms around Sam as
he kissed his young, stunned son, pressing at Sam's so his tongue could
sample the cloyingly sweet fruit between them. Jamie's body, so rigid and
strong compared to his soft, slender one, pressed against his and
surrounded his, blanketing him protectively. Sam trembled in his arms,
struggling to cope with the sheer amount of pleasure battering at his body.
He tried to pull his head back from Jamie's once more as he began to
whimper when Jamie's hands started to caress his lower back and rounded
butt through his boxer shorts, but Jamie held him tight, whispering between
kisses, ''No, kitten, just enjoy it, trust me.'' Sam did, his heart
throbbing with love for Jamie; he not only was kissing and holding him so
tenderly, he was simply taking charge and not allowing Sam's insecurities
stand in the way of curing his loneliness.

Jamie tucked him in his arms and gently rolled them so that Sam was lying
on the bed, his father above him. Jamie kissed him a few more times, his
lips clinging to Sam's, leaving Sam dazed so that he barely noticed as
Jamie rolled him over onto his front. He did notice it when Jamie's lips
brushed against the back of his neck, his body pressing down on Sam's, Sam
suddenly struck by a feeling of something pressing against the seat of his
boxers. His father's cock, his father's erect cock.....pressing against
him.....erect because of him.....his breathing became almost panicked as he
processed this information, Jamie's lips continuing a slow descent of his
body, kissing the back of his shoulders, his upper back, even dipping down
to one side to suck at the soft skin there, Sam nibbling his lower lip as
he felt this. Jamie stopped his oral adoration of Sam's back long enough to
kneel behind Sam, his hands gently sliding Sam's boxers down his legs,
before cradling Sam's hips lovingly. ''Hands and knees, sweetheart,'' he
whispered softly. Sam felt a beautiful tingle go through him as he obeyed
his father, making sure his butt was perked out at a sexy angle, blushing
when he heard his father chuckle at his innocent coquettishness. Jamie's
hands continued to remain against his hips, rubbing them in a circular
motion, stroking up and down his thighs at intervals as he kissed Sam's
lower back, Sam once more whimpering to feel Jamie's facial hair tickling
and stinging his skin. He held his breath when Jamie's lips began to
descend the few inches remaining between his back and butt, eyes closing as
he begged inwardly, prayed for that very intimate touch. And cried out in
joy when he received it, Jamie's lips nipping at the yielding crevice
between Sam's cheeks, Sam gasping as he felt his father's tongue touch him
so very erotically, wet and questingly. Jamie's hands gently peeled his
bubbly cheeks apart so his lips could find and delight the puckered, red
rosette between them, leaving Sam crying out with pleasure, moaning
''Daddy....'' repeatedly.  Jamie's tongue entered him and left, leaving Sam
shaking in the aftermath of an almost explosive sensation of pleasure,
piercing his slender frame and leaving it sizzling. His cock felt hard to
burst, but he felt no compulsion to revulsion or abstenstion from cumming
on his bed; to orgasm now, with his father pleasuring him so, would be the
single greatest moment of his life. When Jamie's tongue once more probed
inside him, he forgot to be shocked he didn't reach orgasm straightaway as
he instead pressed his face down against a pillow, his mind numbing with
pleasure and body shaking under the onslaught of his father's tongue. When
Jamie found his pleasure spot, that ''male G-spot'' that was the prostate
and nudged it, again and tormentingly again, with the tip of his tongue,
Sam spasmed and screamed hoarsely against his pillow as he came, shocked to
his core for a moment. His father had orally pleasured him, brought him his
first orgasm.....he had masturbated previously, through, but had never
actually brought himself to orgasm.  He was so glad to have waited.....if
he never did again, he felt right now it'd almost tide him through a
lifetime without, as long as he had this memory.

But Jamie was adamant on not letting it be his last. He gently pulled Sam's
butt back up into the air, as it had fallen with his body's spasming, and
Sam felt Jamie's cock press against his butt. Feeling was creeping back
after that first amazing, almost draining orgasm, and the feeling was one
of further anticipation; was what he thought was happening about to
happen?.....

Jamie's hands, savouringly, rubbed his waist and hips for a moment, his
cock pulsating against Sam's butt. Sam was staring at the pillow inches
from his face when Jamie whispered quietly, ''Are you ready, baby?''

''Yes.....'' Sam whispered, closing his eyes before feeling-

The pillow against the side of his face as he awoke. Light was on his face,
but not from the bedside lamp; it was coming in through his curtained
windows. His eyes widened, then closed. Now he knew why it was treasured
for one to forget his dreams. It had felt so good....

Of course, it had been too good to be true.....