Date: Wed, 20 Oct 2010 15:26:19 +0100
From: Pearse Jackson
Subject: Understood (Part 3)
Understood (Part 3)
Chapter 3: A Surprise
Jamie stepped through the front door of his house, locking it behind it and
hanging the key up on the hook in the hallway. He was a little anxious to
see what Sam was doing; Thursday nights were the worst for his son, because
Jamie worked late on Thursdays. Often, he'd come home to find Sam in his
room, which simply meant something was wrong; when Sam was feeling ok, he'd
find him downstairs or in Jamie's own room.
Jamie took off his jacket and sweater (it was a wet, cold day outside) and
looked downstairs for Sam, but didn't find him. Despite his anxiety, he
forced himself to eat something quickly, before heading upstairs. He felt
so worried standing just outside Sam's bedroom door, but, after taking a
deep breath, opened it.
To find it empty. It seemed even more empty these days, because Sam had
finished secondary school; he was now eighteen years old, and had opted to
take a year out. Which agreed with him; Jamie could see he was happier
these days. They went more places together, even as a couple; though there
were some sour glances for an obviously gay couple, especially one with
such a large age gap between the two, they went places where people didn't
know they were son and father. And were happier for it.
Jamie was happier for not finding Sam in his room, too. He walked down the
hall to his own room, a smile on his face. It wasn't so much that he hoped
Sam had waited up for him, so they could make love; Sam did, upon
occasion. He simply wanted to find Sam curled up, asleep, so he could hold
him and fall asleep with Sam in his arms. He was in no hurry to make love
to him; Jamie had Fridays and weekends off, simply because he was the
company boss, a rich man. He didn't live like one, he knew; but he had had
this house for over ten years, and loved it, and knew Sam did, too.
Jamie received a surprise when he opened the door, that night. Sam wasn't
asleep, but that wasn't the surprise. How he had waited for his father was
the surprise, the big surprise.
He was on his knees on the bed, sitting back on his haunches, naked as the
day he was born. His skin glowed, and his beautiful hair, which he had
been growing longer since finishing school, had that little frizziness to
it that meant he had recently showered. His nipples and cock were erect,
and looked hard as rocks; one of Sam's little hands was curled around his
cock, not really masturbating, but simply stroking it to inflame Jamie.
There was a kinky smile on his pretty features, his eyes stared straight
into Jamie's from under his curvy eyelashes coquettishly.
''Hey Daddy,'' he said in such a sweet, honey-filled voice.
Jamie was staring, he realised, and composed himself with an effort. His
cock was twitching, and hands were shaking. He had never seen Sam like
this; his nipples were shining from something, and his lips were covered in
a pink, transparent lipgloss. This was just so kinky, so very......naughty.
''H-Hey, darling.....,'' Jamie whispered, taking a step closer to the
bed. Sam rose gracefully off the bed, and walked to him
confidently. Confident as a jaguar, Jamie thought inanely, as Sam stepped
onto his tiptoes, his right hand on the back of Jamie's neck, his left on
Jamie's right side. Jamie could barely react, putting his hands on Sam's
waist as Sam pressed his shiny lips against Jamie's. Jamie groaned as Sam
dominated the kiss, his tongue flirting with Jamie's, his lips tasting just
that bit sweeter with the gloss on them. Jamie gasped into the kiss as
Sam's left hand snaked into his trousers and found his hardening cock,
rubbing it a lot harder than he had been rubbing his own minutes ago. Not
only that, but Sam rubbed his naked body against Jamie's.
''Oh my God.....,'' Jamie gasped as he finally broke the kiss, taking a
step back and staring down in shock at Sam, who's smile came, if at all
possible, a few Watts brighter. Sam closed the gap between them in a fluid
step, and peeled Jamie's shirt off quickly, undoing his belt nimbly while
staring at Jamie so boldly it took whatever breath left in Jamie's lungs
away. Jamie barely recognised Sam like this. In moments, Jamie was standing
naked in front of Sam. Sam hooked his arms around Jamie's neck and kissed
him once more, a softer kiss, though by no means a soft one. Jamie's cock
groaned along with his mouth to that kiss; Sam pulsated his stomach and
waist slowly, so that it rubbed against Jamie's cock, while their mouths
opened and closed over each other.
Sam leaned back, giggling sweetly at the still shocked expression on
Jamie's face. His arms still around Jamie's neck, he purred, in a silky
voice, ''You looked so uncomfortable in your clothes, Daddy, I just had to
do something about it.'' One of his hands slid down Jamie's body to curl
around his erect cock. As it rubbed it, Sam said, in a voice full of mock
sympathy, ''See, just like I said, so uncomfortable......but baby has a
cure for that, Daddy.''
Jamie felt he'd cum just from hearing that kind of talk from so sweet and
pretty a young boy. What came next should have, by all rights, melted
him. Sam kneeled so smoothly Jamie barely knew what was going on, and
without further ado, peeled back the skin of Jamie's foreskin with his
slender hand, kissed the tender, swollen glans underneath with saliva
bubbling between his lips, and then spread that saliva all over Jamie's
cockhead with his tongue. Jamie didn't know how, but he found breath with
which to groan. His hands scrabbled behind him, found the opened door, and
closed it. He had to step back to lean against it, but that way he had the
pleasure of seeing his son, on his knees with those wet, pert nipples,
smile up at him, before he got back to his business, his lips this time
opening around Jamie's cock, his hands massaging both Jamie's cock and his
groin while his lips descended on Jamie's throbbing, precum-weeping
cock. ''Oh God, Sam !'' Jamie cried out when he felt Sam draw back, his
lips so tight on Jamie's cock, and lick the precum from the slit under his
foreskin. Sam's eyes opened and they looked up at Jamie before he deep
throated him again, and licked him the same way when he drew back, his lips
curling around Jamie's cock in a kinky smile, so much kinkier for the shine
of both gloss and precum on Sam's lips. Jamie couldn't keep his eyes open
any longer, and arched his neck back against the door, hands splayed out
behind him for support, as Sam continued to orally pleasure him with every
trick that Sam had, and some Jamie didn't know he had; sometimes the tip of
his tongue traced all along the hard ridge under his cockhead, or his
tongue would dart into Jamie's tender piss slit. He even felt Sam nipping
gently at his cock.
So its understandable that Jamie didn't last long. His arms tensed behind
him, he shouted Sam's name and sprayed cum down his son's eager throat for
what seemed like a full minute, before the torrent stopped. He panted,
feeling Sam's lips leave him vaguely. It was a struggle at first to keep on
his feet, but he felt Sam's arms around his neck, his small body pressed
against Jamie's, thankfully not too demandingly. Jamie opened his eyes to
find Sam's face looking a little odd, and his son said, in a stranglely
muffled voice, ''I have another surprise for you, Daddy.'' He leaned in to
kiss Jamie on the lips, his tongue parting Jamie's lips.
So he could spit a little bit of Jamie's own cum into his mouth.
Jamie had heard of snowballing. But he had never thought to experience it
for the first time with Sam, his normally sweet, innocent son. His own seed
tasted strange, more strong and bitter than Sam's, but not that different;
he swallowed it, and kissed Sam hungrily, this time seizing Sam's hips and
dominating the kiss. He had the pleasure of feeling Sam trying to moan into
the kiss, and saw how flushed Sam's cheeks were when he leaned
back. Though, of course, that could be from that earth shattering
blowjob. Sam's naughty smile was still on his pretty face. ''Hmm, I'm glad
you enjoyed all that. Come with me, I have even more surprises for you.''
He extended a hand, and led Jamie to the bed, asking to sit up against the
back of the bed, where Sam had propped some pillows. Jamie settled himself,
and watched Sam walk over to the big TV opposite the bed. They had often
lain together, watching something in each other's arms. Though Jamie could
tell this was different; how Sam walked over to it, throwing a bold smile
over his shoulder at Jamie, let him know Sam was indeed going to give him
another surprise.
Instead of crouching, his son knelt on hands and knees to put a DVD into
the player, his legs spread a little. Jamie's widening eyes took in Sam's
glistening, tempting rosebud, revealed as his cheeks parted. It was
definately wet, just like his nipples were. The way Sam stared into his
eyes when he had pressed play on the machine and turned to Jamie let him
know Sam had orchestrated that kinky pose. Christ, how could this possibly
get any better? Jamie thought as he watched Sam pad back to him, kneeling
on the bed beside him. Sam leaned in for a kiss, his hands stroking Jamie's
chest, then his shoulders and arms, but what Jamie felt was those glossy
lips sliding over and bumping against his.
Then he heard the click of the cuffs around his wrists.
Sam leaned back, smiling so, so erotically at him. Jamie's wrists were
cuffed behind the backboard of his bed. Sam had never used cuffs before; it
was a thrill for Jamie to be cuffed by his cute lover. Sam kissed him once
more, a softer kiss, then settled himself against Jamie's side.
To let Jamie see what Sam had turned on. It was porn, no doubt; it was of a
bedroom, a rather luxurious bedroom. On the wide, king-sized bed was a
naked man, very casually stroking his very erect cock as he watched the
bedroom door. He was extremely muscular, and a handsome man, too; not
unlike Jamie himself.
Then the door opened, as he absent-mindedly felt Sam begin to lay soft
kisses against the side of his neck, one of his hands stroking Jamie's left
shoulder while his other rubbed across Jamie's chest slowly. His nostrils
flared, eyes widened, body shuddered and cock throbbed as he saw what lay
behind the door on the TV.
A perfect, pink confection of a teenage girl. Probably sixteen or seventeen
years old, chestnut hair that tumbled to her shoulders in lazy curls, her
face was heart shaped, with little, plump lips with pink gloss on them just
like Sam tonight, eyelashes darkened and curled by mascara and beautiful
blue eyes. Her neck was slender, as was her body, with graceful arms, curvy
hips and a lean stomach underneath a pink babydoll that clung to her
hips. A pair of pink boyshort panties could be seen underneath, tight to
her smooth thighs. Her legs, long, shapely legs, were clad in white
stockings, with a little black bow at the top of each, and her feet were
wrapped in heavy Mary Jane high heels, black, schoolgirlish ones.
But no breasts......and there was a little bump where her pussy should
be.....
Realisation came, understandably due to Sam's ministrations, slow to Jamie,
but he caught on. It was a boy, in girl's clothing......
''Thanks for buying me all this, Daddy,'' the pretty thing purred as she
crawled to her father on the bed. The sight of her, in those clothes
crawling on all fours, was dynamite; his cock throbbed, almost
painfully. Sam noticed, for the hand stroking his chest descended to grasp
him gently there, rubbing him slowly. Sam's lips crept up to his ear,
clasping one earlobe, before whispering, ''Pretty, isn't he?''
Jamie could barely manage a nod as he continued to watch events unfold on
the TV. The father in it (he must be; the girl, no, the boy had called him
Daddy, and he certainly looked old enough to be, just about) smiled and
pulled the boy close, kissing him deeply, while caressing his panty-clad
buttocks. ''Oh my God.....,'' Jamie groaned, feeling intoxicated with two
such pretty things in the room with him, his own son, and the lucky man's
son on the TV. ''Sasha'', as the father on the screen called him, began to
rub Jamie's cock, no, that was Sam, he was rubbing the man on the screen's
cock.....Jamie groaned louder this time, closing his eyes to try and
compose himself. Sam allowed him no oppurtunity; he slung himself astraddle
Jamie's body, and kissed Jamie's lips deeply, rubbing his shoulders. When
Jamie opened his eyes to regard his son, he was just in time to see Sam
seat himself on Jamie's rigid cock.
It was lube on Sam's boipussy that had made it look so wet; Jamie knew the
feel. Sam smiled at him, chewing his glossy lower lip as he moved up and
down on Jamie, while Jamie struggled not to cum right away. Sam felt so, so
warm, so wet on his cock that it was a mammoth effort. Sam's lips found
his, as his little hands began to toy with Jamie's nipples. Another thing
he never did. Jamie felt himself reaching orgasm, just before Sam stopped
his movements and leaned back, just looking at Jamie. He leaned forward
again, kissing Jamie's ear once more, as he whispered, ''Keep watching,
Daddy, I can tell you like it.''
Jamie obeyed. On the screen, the father had his son stripped naked except
for his stockings, and was putting him on all fours. Just like his own
sweet son, Sasha had his boipussy lubed up until it shone, and was eagerly
begging for his father to make love to him, in such a sweet, girlish voice
that Jamie, despite Sam's gentleness at this moment, nearly came to hear
it. The man seemed just as eager to comply, and fingered his whimpering,
squealing son for a few moments, opening up Sasha's pleasure hole to
receive him, and receive him it did, making the father groan and Sasha
squeal. They began to move, and at that moment, Sam hugged his neck, and
began to move on him, slowly, but with his pussy scrunched up to apply
maximum pressure. Sam whimpered in his ear, and it came to Jamie that his
voice was a little girlish already, sweet and lyrical; Jamie could just
imagine Sam clad like Sasha, begging Jamie for his cock. Jamie groaned into
Sam's ear, closing his eyes and clenching his jaw in an effort to waylay
his orgasm, but he couldn't anymore, and cried out Sam's name as he spilled
his seed inside Sam, hearing both Sam and Sasha on the TV crying out so
beautifully at the same time. He felt warmth spill on his stomach, and knew
he had at least orgasmed at the same time as Sam. ''Oh Daddy.....,'' Sam
whispered in his normal sweet voice, not a sleek pur this time. Jamie
opened his eyes warily, watching Sam rise off of him, and go over to the TV
to turn it off, the last image Jamie seeing of the couple on the TV was the
father laid out on the bed, gently stroking Sasha as she lay against him,
both looking joyful.
Sam walked back, and leaned in to kiss Jamie again, his hands going behind
Jamie to uncuff him, laying the cuffs and their key on the bedside counter.
Jamie kissed back slowly, his hands holding Sam close. When they broke
their kiss, Sam smiled brightly at Jamie. Such an innocent smile.
''Sweetheart, where'd you......how.....?'' Jamie asked, uncertain of how to
ask. Sam knew, though. ''I just......realised today that you're always the
one to dominate, to make me feel better.....I thought I'd give it a go,''
Sam answered, blushing a little.
Blushing, after all of what he did.....how precious could a boy be?
''I enjoyed it, sweetie,'' Jamie responded, smiling, a little in wonder, as
he kissed Sam softly. ''Especially the.....video, honey.'' Even now, the
thought of Sam dressed like a sissyboy was.....incredible.
Sam chewed on his lower lip for a moment, and then whispered, his eyes very
carefully looking into Jamie's, ''We could.....try that, if you like,
Daddy. I mean, if you don't mind.''
How could he think I'd say no? Jamie wondered.
''I'd love that, kitten,'' Jamie purred, and pulling Sam close to kiss him,
their lips opening and closing on each other, tasting each other's lips,
mouths and tongues, and for Jamie, Sam's lipgloss. Sam seemed a little
weary and hugged one of his sides after they broke their kiss, so Jamie
laid the pillows down, slipped under the covers and pulled Sam with him.
He hugged Sam close, kissing his forehead tenderly as he whispered, ''Let's
get some sleep, beautiful. Sweet dreams.''
''Sweet dreams, Daddy,'' Sam murmered, kissing Jamie's jaw softly, before
laying his head down against Jamie's chest, falling asleep in seconds. It
was an effort for him, Jamie could see, and smiled as he cradled Sam's
lower back and head with his hands against his body, falling asleep with
thoughts of a lingerie clad Sam rampant in his thoughts.