Date: Mon, 4 Apr 2011 02:02:45 +0100
From: Pearse Jackson <p.j1055@hotmail.com>
Subject: Another Chance

Chapter 1

Jamie heard his son's footsteps on the stairs behind the couch he was
sitting on, turning as he got up to gaze at his son who stood on the
threshold between the living room and the hall. Jamie lately had struggled
with the feelings he had towards his eighteen year old son, but the sight
of him just now made him catch his breath.

Sam had gotten himself ready for his date with his boyfriend. His normally
brown hair had a midnight shine to it, obviously from a recent shower, and
the hair around his ears and at the sides of his neck were frizzy, fanned
out in curling, graceful arcs. His blue eyes, which could be so cold when
he felt down, and so bright when he was excited or happy, were twinkling,
though there was also a nervous quality to them this evening. He was
dressed fairly casually, but his black tracksuit bottoms weren't very
baggy, letting any observers know he had very slim legs, of which Jamie was
painfully aware. His coat, unzipped from top to bottom, created an effect
that went with his frizzy hair as if he was sheathed in some shell, like a
Renaissance painting. Jamie summoned a smile to his face, and his son
answered it, his ripe looking lips curling in a tentative smile as he
blushed at his father. Jamie always felt this heaviness of heart when Sam
was about to go on a date, but never this badly before.

Why that was, was because Sam and his boyfriend, Kevin, were going to have
sex together for the first night tonight. Sam, of course, had not said this
to his father, but Jamie could read between the lines; his son's efforts of
healthiness and self-improvement had intensified of late, his conversations
with his boyfriend over the phone, on MSN or simply in person at his house
when Kevin came over were suddenly a lot more private and the way he had
asked if it was OK for him to go out with Kevin tonight had been as if he
were taking a leap of faith, and he had held his breath the brief second
before Jamie, secretly aching to do so, had assented and he had immediately
perked up, hugging his father tight.

That hug had re-awakened so much for Jamie. For months before Sam had met
Kevin, Jamie and him had suddenly become so very close. Sam was out of
school, and had decided to simply take a year out before heading off for
university, and they were suddenly spending a lot of time in each other's
presence. At first it had been so uncomfortable, not for Jamie who loved
his son, but for Sam, who seemed embarrassed and edgy whenever they were
sitting close or talking about serious things.

Then one night, it had changed. Jamie had headed up for bed, to hear his
son crying softly to himself in his room. Jamie had listened and angonized
on what to do about it.....eventually he had gently sat himself down on
Sam's bed, meaning just to comfort him, but Sam had suddenly hugged him so
tight, and had begged him not to go.  Jamie hadn't, held him tight that
night as they fell asleep in each other's arms.

After that, they had become inseperable. They'd sit on the couch together,
Sam curled up against Jamie, they'd eat together, and slept together often
in Jamie's bed, which was empty some 7 years since his wife had left
him. Jamie had denied any base desires towards his son, telling himself it
was just protectiveness and affection for Sam that had led them to being so
close, but since his son had met Kevin, a somewhat arrogant young man two
years older than Sam, he had realised that he had felt lustful towards Sam
those months of closeness. And it was worse now for Jamie, as his son now,
understandably, shared his affections only with Kevin.

Jamie jerked back to the present as the doorbell rang. His son had sat
himself very nervously in the living room, as Jamie's thoughtless feet had
led him to his home office (he had found a job to work from home shortly
after his wife's departure, so he could be there for Sam if he ever needed
him). He rose a little uncertainly, hearing the front door open and his
son's and Kevin's voices conversing. He halted on the threshold, deciding,
though it was hard done, that it was now none of his business, only his
son's.

Obviously, his son felt differently. He swept into the room, somewhat
breathless with excitement and nervousness, his sweet scent filling Jamie's
nose tantalizingly as he looked at his son.

''I'm going now, Daddy,'' Sam said, looking up into his father's eyes.
Jamie's heart contracted painfully for a moment, but he managed to overcome
the urge to panic, and just said, with a weak smile on his face, ''Ok,
Sam.''

Sam just stood there a moment, looking suddenly uncertain, as if he had
expected more or something different. After a moment however, he stepped
close to his father and hugged him. This time, there was a clinging aspect
to it that worried Jamie, made him wonder if his son was feeling anxious.
But when his son leaned back just a little and kissed his bristly jaw,
those soft, pliant lips against his rough jaw, that thought was swept from
his mind, as he stared down into those beautiful eyes when his son leaned
back, seeing his son's eyes widen in response, his nostrils flared, lips
parting so invitingly....

Jamie had leaned a few inches towards Sam when Kevin's voice came to
them. ''Sam, we better head off ! C'mon when you're ready.'' They were left
with their lips barely an inch apart until Sam stepped unsteadily
backwards. He seemed uncertain once more, but after a moment whispered,
''B-Bye, Daddy....''

Jamie closed his eyes for a moment, gulping and steadying himself, before
he said quietly, ''Ok, honey....you have fun.'' No smile this time; his son
knew better now. Sam stared at him, white in the face, for a few more
moments as he moved backwards towards the door, turning and walking out
quickly.

Jamie felt like he'd run a marathon, his muscles trembling, his head
shaking. He sat back down heavily on his deep armchair, putting his head in
his hands. How could he have been so stupid, to pull a stunt like that.....

Chapter 2

Jamie had tried, and mostly failed, to get his mind off his son by looking
over some files he had been editing earlier in the day. Every few seconds,
the words would get hazy, and then swim before his eyes, as his mind
drifted back to his son, guiltily thinking through what could've happened
had Kevin not interceded on their private moment....

Jamie had to tear his mind from the recurring fantasies numerous times,
feeling shameful and dirty to be thinking such thoughts about his own son,
but no matter how much he brought this reasoning to the fore, his son's
face in that moment before Kevin called for him, the memories of seeing
Sam, naked except for a pair of tight briefs or loose boxer shorts,
slipping under his bed and sleeping pressed up against him....they
combined, until Jamie was seeing and feeling some vivid, haunting images of
his son.....

The door opening brought him back to the present with a dull bang. The only
other person who had a key to the house was Sam.....surely he wasn't home
already? Jamie, to be safe, slipped down the hall on tiptoes, making not a
sound in his socks as he peeked his head around the corner of the living
room.

It was Sam, sitting down on the couch in the living room. Hugging himself,
as his eyes faced the fire, which was close to dying as Jamie had forgotten
it once he had left the room, his body shuddering. Not knowing whether it
was because Sam was physically cold, or whether it was something deeper,
Jamie nonetheless walked unobtrusively into the room and took a few pieces
of coal from the black bucket resting against the mantelpiece, feeding the
fire with them. His sordid thoughts were forgotten now, replaced by worry
and concern for Sam. He turned slowly, taking a moment to realise Sam
wasn't truly gazing into the fire, but into space, a dull, bitter
expression on his face. Jamie slowly walked over to the couch, allowing Sam
plenty of time to protest his presence, but when Sam didn't, he sat down
gently beside him. Sam suddenly closed his eyes, opening them only to stare
downwards now at his own feet.  Jamie couldn't bare just sitting there,
watching him anymore, and gently turned Sam's upper body with his hands,
hugging him close, feeling Sam's hands cling to his shirt almost
desperately.

That plateau, them simply holding onto one another, held for a few moments
of silence, before Jamie whispered, ''What happened, honey?''

Sam didn't respond for a while, but when he did, his voice was rough,
almost croaking. ''We....we went to a hotel room, together....I'm sorry,
Daddy, but we had planned to.....spend the night together....'' There was a
little anguish in his voice, so Jamie quickly sought to reassure him,
whispering, ''That's OK, sweetheart, really. Tell me...tell me what else
happened.'' Now there was a little reluctance in his voice; he was almost
frightened to hear what could've happened, on the two lovers' first night
together that'd leave his son like this....

''At first....I thought it'd be like what I had hoped for, but....,'' his
son whispered, suddenly going quiet, his shudders returning once more.
Jamie didn't say anything, just let his right hand slowly rub up and down
against Sam's upper back comfortingly, as he waited for his son to continue
when he found the resolve to do so.

''He....Kevin....he started to be....rough,'' his son said in a hushed
voice, as if to deny what had happened, ''really strong and...
aggressive....'' Sam's voice crumpled on the last word, and he clung with
renewed tenacity at his father's shirt. ''Honey, its OK, its over now,''
Jamie whispered, feeling that his words were just so useless, and horribly
cliche, but saying them nonetheless; he had to say something. And one thing
was still heavy on his mind.

''Sam....did you two....?'' he asked, not knowing if he wished his son to
answer or not to, to tell him the truth or to lie.

Thoughts of not telling his father or possibly lying to him, however,
didn't even seem to cross Sam's mind. ''No....after he started to hurt me a
little, I left and walked home....''

The pressure on Jamie's heart eased just a little; at least that son of a
bitch Kevin hadn't forced his son, or hadn't....the unspoken, even truly
unthought-of thought renewed his concern for his son once more, and he
raised his left hand from where it had perched gently against Sam's waist,
to cradle Sam's head against his chest, feeling Sam's soft hair against his
callused palm, his gentle hands resting against his chest, his breath
drifting vaguely through the thin fabric of Jamie's shirt, warming his skin
almost tantalizingly. Though Sam felt so bad, and he felt truly sympathetic
for his son for having place such trust in someone who hadn't deserved it
and punished him for it, Jamie felt a sense of contentment, to once more
feel that closeness they had shared before.

The fire began to build up, heating the two of them. Sam, after a short
while, curled his legs up on the couch, his body pressed against Jamie, who
was only too happy to cradle him there. They both watched the fire
flickering, their breaths the only noise either made.

Jamie didn't know how long they stayed there, nestled close together,
before his son spoke. ''Dad....'' he said wonderingly, without moving his
gaze from the fire, though Jamie looked down at him as he spoke. ''What
were you going to do before I had to go? Earlier on, I mean?''

Jamie was speechless for a moment, trying to martial his thoughts. Just
like that, they had gone from fatherly, to....something else. Sam turned
his head slowly, looking upwards at his father, his eyes going straight for
Jamie's. Jamie had been trying to summon up an answer, but realising just
how close and intimate their bodies were right now, how close their heads
were....how close their lips were....

This time, when Jamie leaned towards Sam, there was no interruption. He
just saw Sam's eyes close a moment before his did, and then their lips
touched. He had never appreciated exactly how much he had wanted this
before, but now, as their lips gently grappled and probed against one
another's, he felt shudders go through him, felt something loosen within
him, that felt as if it had been tensed for far too long. His hands
squeezing lightly at his son's waist, his willed his lips at Sam's, feeling
Sam's lips part, a soft moan, muffled between their lips, reaching Jamie's
ears. His tongue slid between his own lips to taste Sam's, provoking
another moan from Sam.

''Ohhhhh.....,'' Sam whispered as he slowly lowered his face from Jamie's,
his lips still parted and eyes closed, pressing his head in against Jamie's
collarbone. Jamie held him distractedly, mouth silently gasping for air as
he stared off into space over Sam's head. What a kiss....he had thought, at
his age, that a mere kiss wouldn't awaken this much in him, wouldn't mean
this much. The feeling that something momentous, even life changing, had
just happened for him was something that was more suited to an innocent
teen....but try as he might to quell this adolescent emotion, he couldn't.

He felt his son's hair whisper against his throat as Sam tilted his head
once more upwards, Jamie meeting his son's gaze. There was confusion in
Sam's eyes, and Jamie might've felt alarm at that - except that Sam's gaze
kept flickering down to Jamie's lips, as if to imprint the image of them,
as well as the feel of them in his memory. Sam's eyes now stayed focused on
Jamie's, as he whispered, ''Daddy....how long have you wanted to do that?''
His eyes were beseeching, searching deep in Jamie's eyes as he waited for
an answer.

There really was nothing to hide anymore, so Jamie answered quietly a few
moments later, after collecting his thoughts. ''A long time now, Sam. Maybe
months.'' Almost as an afterthought, he added, ''I'm sorry if I frightened
you, honey.''

Sam calmed that fear with a little, sweet smile. ''You didn't frighten
me.....'', licking his lips nervously before whispering, ''I've wanted this
for a long time, too.....''

They both stared into each other's eyes for a moment longer, before Sam
leaned up against his father and pressed his soft lips against
Jamie's. This time, as their lips opened and closed against one another,
catching the taste of the other's lips over and over again, Sam turned his
body to face Jamie's, pressing himself at the older man. As their lips
grappled, Jamie could almost taste Sam's mouth beckoning him everytime his
son's lips parted, and soon he couldn't help but thrust his tongue in
between Sam's lips, hearing the sweet teen moan in pleasure as Jamie's
tongue delved into his mouth, licking and tasting him. When Jamie leaned
back this time, he could see the lust in Sam's eyes, a feverish air to them
and the way he left his lips slightly parted. Sam's hands, previously
bundled in his shirt, now pressed lightly against his chest and stomach as
his hands touched and felt him, his small hands rubbing across the muscles
through the fabric of his shirt. His eyes had drifted down to follow his
hands' progress, and now they darted back up to Jamie's as a blush crept
onto his cheeks. Jamie smiled warmly back at him, and felt a shudder go
through him as Sam's eyes once more focused on his body, his hands creeping
down to the bottom of Jamie's shirt, undoing the buttons slowly. He watched
Sam nibble on his lower lip as his hands hesitantly reached out and touched
Jamie's chest, both of them gasping softly as he did so. Jamie reached out
and tilted Sam's head up towards his as Sam began to rub his body once
more, kissing him passionately, their lips pushing desperately against each
other. Jamie's hands circled Sam's hips, rubbing his hands up and down the
gentle curve at the small of his son's back, feeling his son's body shudder
when his hands slowly drifted down to caress his round butt. Sam's moans
took on a whimpering quality now as Jamie continued to devour his lips and
mouth, stroking him intimately, until Sam broke the kiss, panting against
Jamie's neck.

''Oh Daddy.....,'' he whispered as he struggled to regain his breath.
Jamie's mouth almost stung with the taste of Sam's, his breathing no less
hurried than Sam's. Sam's hands rested against his shoulders, and Jamie's
slid upwards to gently caress his son's lower back. Jamie's mind slowly
came back to a semblance of normality, recovering from the sudden intensity
of their kissing, and he realised suddenly that he was surely being no less
aggressive than Kevin had been, and that maybe they were getting a little
close a little soon. His son's hands against his naked torso, even on their
own, strongly suggested that.....

''Sam,'' he said quietly, eyes closed as if it pained him to say so, which
it did, ''maybe we should take this slowly.....I mean, you're
feeling....vunerable, insecure right now-'' But his words were stopped by
Sam suddenly thrusting his lips at Jamie's, silencing him with a fierce
kiss. When Sam leaned back, looking into his father's eyes, Jamie was left
dumb while Sam said, in as just a quiet, meaningful note as his father's
moments ago, ''No, Dad. I've wanted this....you....for a really long
time. I want you to be my first....please....'' His eyes, which had been
almost stubborn before, now were pleading as he awaited Jamie's answer.

He didn't have to wait long; Jamie, though he may feel guilty or shameful,
really had never wanted to postpone this.  ''Ok, honey....,'' he whispered,
watching as the slightly feverish air returned to his son's eyes. Jamie
leaned forward, kissing him softly a few times, before leaning back, their
lips almost touching, as he whispered, ''Why don't you head on up to bed,
honey? I'll shut off the lights and be right up.''

Sam, though the intimacy of them at the moment obviously pleased him,
seemed a little doubtful. Maybe he thinks I'm trying to fool him, Jamie
realised, but Sam got over his insecurity enough to ask, ''Should I....go
to your bed, Daddy?''

The way his cheeks flushed once more as he asked suggested he was both
embarrassed to ask, and turned on by the thought. Jamie was delighted to
grant him his wish, nodding as he smiled at his son. Sam bit his lower lip
softly as they both got up from the couch, stepping in towards his father
and standing on tiptoe to kiss him softly. They both looked into each
other's eyes for a few moments before Sam stepped away, and slowly walked
out of the room, throwing a look around his shoulder as he went.  Seeing
that.....his father was struck with a odd feeling of deja vu, that earlier
he had watched him cross the threshold of the room with a secret
longing. Now he watched him depart from the room, knowing that his longing
would finally be realised....

Chapter 3 Jamie slowly walked up the stairs, the light radiating from his
room out into the upstairs hallway beckoning him. He was breathing slowly,
trying to calm the tossing and turning of his stomach. The memory of Sam
lay on him like a lingering perfume; the taste of his lips and mouth, the
soft smoothness of his body through his clothes, his sweet, innocent
noises....Jamie was intoxicated with the knowledge of his son, and the
thought that in moments, they'd be lying together, in his bed....

He crossed the threshold of his room, and immediately stopped, staring at
the vision awaiting him at the head of his bed.

His son was laid back on his elbows, looking towards the door earnestly
when Jamie strode in. At the sight of Jamie, his lips had parted and his
eyes had widened. He seemed to be breathing just as slowly as Jamie, and as
Jamie continued to just stare at him, a flush crept up onto his cheeks at
the same time a warm, inviting smile spread his lips.

Why Jamie was staring was that Sam was naked. The covers were drawn down to
his navel, so that Jamie could see his slender neck, delicate shoulders,
his gently pointed breasts, and tautly curved stomach.

A soft gasp from his son caught his attention, and he realised, with some
embarrassment, that his son was looking at the obvious evidence of an
erection tenting his trousers. Sam chewed on his lower lip as his eyes
drifted back up to Jamie's eyes, and Jamie watched as his son drew his
knees upwards just slightly under the covers, his own eyes widening as he
realised Sam was in a similar ''state'' to him right now.

He started towards the bed, stopping as he recalled that he was still
clothed. Never felt this nervous stripping in front of any girl, he thought
wryly, and somewhat inanely, as his heart thumped almost painfully in his
heart while he started to strip. When his torso was exposed, he heard Sam
gasp, smiling over at him as his son stared at his body. He didn't stop
long; within moments he had stripped off the rest of his clothes and
stepped toward the bed.

As he slipped under the covers, Sam turned onto his side, and they both
stared into each other's eyes for a few moments. Sam seemed so nervous; his
body shaking almost convulsively, eyes never quite still, his breathing
sounding more like rushed moans or whimpers than true breathing. Jamie
slowly reached out his left hand to cup Sam's neck and upturned cheek, his
thumb slowly trailing back and forth against Sam soft, round cheek. Jamie
watched as the gentle touch calmed Sam a little, who closed his eyes and
nuzzled his cheek against Jamie's hand. Jamie closed the small gap between
their bodies and pressed his lips gently against Sam's, feeling the young
boy submit to his lead by opening his lips slightly against the touch and
pressing his body in against his father's, wrapping his slender arms around
Jamie's neck. Jamie kissed both his lips, then one, and then the other,
time and again, hearing little moans from his enraptured son. Jamie's left
hand stroked Sam's neck for a few moments, before sliding down over his
rounded shoulder and down onto his smooth side, caressing the soft, plump
skin he found there. As he deepened the kiss, Sam shuddered and pressed his
right thigh against Jamie's hard, throbbing cock, which in turn let Jamie
feel Sam's own needy member prodding against his thigh. ''Daddy,'' Sam
moaned breathlessly as Jamie's hungry lips moved from Sam's down to his
neck, kissing and nipping at his smooth skin with his lips. As he kissed
his son's neck, he began to gently pulsate his hard cock against Sam's
naked thigh, groaning with pleasure at how soft and smooth his son's skin
was against him. He slipped his left hand in between their bodies, stroking
up past the taut softness that was Sam's stomach to cup his son's right
breast, his thumb flicking back and forth across his nipple. Sam's mouth,
so close to his ear, filled his head with the sweetness of his moans as
Jamie continued to sup on the pliant skin of his neck, leaving little pink
suck marks here and there on Sam's slender neck.

Sam pulled Jamie away from his neck, looking at his father
pleadingly. Jamie saw how Sam's head trembled, how ragged his breathing
was, and remembered guiltily how innocent Sam was yet. ''Sorry, baby,'' he
whispered softly, letting his hand drift away from Sam's growingly hard
nipple and settled against his upturned side. Sam closed his eyes and
settled his head against Jamie's neck. ''Its OK, Daddy....it felt
good....,'' he said quietly, leaning back to look up at him. Jamie smiled
warmly, and leaned in to kiss Sam, feeling a tingling go through him at the
taste of Sam's willing mouth. He leaned back a moment, simply gazing at his
son, who smiled at him as their gazes locked. Sam pressed a little hand
against Jamie's chest as he leaned in and kissed again. Jamie let Sam lead
in this kiss, feeling Sam's ripe lips press against his, hesitantly at
first, then with authority, his lips wrapping first one, then the other of
Jamie's lips in between his, kissing each in turn. Jamie moaned
encouragingly, and was rewarded as he felt Sam's tongue slip into his
mouth, receiving it warmly with his own, almost guiding Sam's tongue as it
explored his mouth.

''Ohhhh.....,'' Sam whispered softly as he leaned back, smiling a little
smile at his father, as if delighted Jamie had let him lead. Jamie smiled
back, wrapping his arms around Sam as he rolled onto his back, pulling Sam
in against his side. He didn't know why, he just felt comfortable with his
son right now. Normally, in his first times with the various women he'd
made love to in his lifetime, it was all passion, and sex-oriented. The way
Sam's eyes sparkled right now as he smiled down at his father, how happy he
seemed just with a kiss.....there was a lot of beauty and feeling in it. A
lot of beauty and feeling in Sam....he thought to himself as he smiled back
at Sam. He cradled Sam's body close with his right hand, his left going
down to gently pull Sam's upturned thigh over one of his, stroking it
slowly to Sam's obvious enjoyment. Sam reached a hand down and placed it
over his own, for a moment leading Jamie to think maybe Sam wasn't enjoying
it, but Sam's hand just followed his hand's motions as he leaned in to kiss
Jamie, both of them content to just feel one another's lips as they kissed.
They kissed for what could have been seconds or long minutes, before
Jamie's hand slid against Sam's thigh in such a way that Sam's hand brushed
against his cock, which had gone semi-hard as they had settled into comfort
with one another.

It could have been just that; a simple brush of his hand against Jamie. But
Sam's lips suddenly stopped kissing him, held not even an inch from his, as
his little hand suddenly closed around his cock, giving it a gentle tug,
before it became a caress.

And just like that, it suddenly changed from a comfortable closeness both
felt to sexual lust. Jamie's body arched slightly, a shudder going through
his body. Sam's head was now to one side of Jamie's neck, leaving the older
man to moan with pleasure freely as his son began to rub him, up and down,
feeling himself grow hard in Sam's soft hand. When Sam's thumb pressed at
the little slit beneath his foreskin, he cried out with pleasure, eyes
closed and mouth wide open, just to feel Sam's lips suddenly close over his
mouth hungrily. Jamie laid submissive over this sudden onslaught from his
son, feeling Sam's tongue slip into his mouth as his son relentlessly
handled his throbbing cock, squeezing it, rubbing it, his fingertips
dancing at times against his foreskin and the red glans beneath, and then
against his balls.  Jamie didn't know where this had all come from, but he
held Sam close, as if communicating to Sam that he didn't wish his son to
stop anytime soon. Sam, whether he got the message or not, continued to
kiss his father passionately while his hand continued its avaricious
rubbing.  When Jamie felt his groin tighten, he reached his hand from where
it had rested against Sam's thigh, and closed it over Sam's, stopping his
dizzying motions. Sam's lips came unfused from his, looking at him
breathlessly, as if worried he had gone too far.

But he hadn't.  Jamie just felt an overwhelming urge to only orgasm when he
was inside his son, and not before. He leaned in and whispered as much into
his son's ear, and heard him gasp. When he looked back at him, his son was
staring at him, shaking with anticipation. He really is ready for this,
Jamie realised, glad that was so; Jamie didn't wish to be anything like
Kevin in his son's mind.

He grasped Sam's waist, startling his distracted son, and slung him onto
his body, so Sam was straddling his waist. He left him there a few moments,
letting his hands slide up and down Sam's sides and hips, loving the smooth
softness of Sam's body, simply devouring the sight of Sam kneeling above
him. Sam, so in control just moments before, seemed so nervous now, so
dependant on his father. Jamie pulled Sam down against him, cradling him
close with his arms and raised knees as he kissed him softly, slowly,
trying to calm and ready him for what they were surely about to do. He
pulled Sam's mouth off his gently, bringing the forefinger of his right
hand up and nudging the tip of it against Sam's lips as he smiled up at
him. Sam licked it first, giggling, before taking it into his mouth,
sucking on it and slathering it with his saliva, smiling delightedly around
it at his father. Jamie could feel Sam's cock throbbing against his stomach
as he did this, and realised the idea of ''servicing'' his father thus
physically excited Sam. Which, in turn, physically excited Jamie and
brought him back to his intentions. He slipped the finger out of his son's
mouth, pulling his son's mouth against his once more with his other
hand. While they kissed, with Sam nipping cutely at his lips, he brought
his right hand down and slipping his wet finger in between Sam's rounded
butt cheeks, finding his virgin rosette almost right away.

Sam arched against him at this touch, crying out as if outraged, breathing
in very sharply as he whispered, ''Daddy !''

Jamie just smiled at him, and began to rotate his fingertip around Sam's
tight-ringed flesh, leaving his son shuddering as he clung to Jamie's neck,
Jamie smiling and moaning a little to feel how hard Sam's nipples and cock
felt just now against his stomach and chest. He pushed the finger inside
his son, Sam groaning ''Awwwww.....'' into his ear softly.

While it was a delight to pleasure his son like this, Jamie felt just as
aroused, just as lustful as Sam right now. He hugged Sam close as he rolled
them on the bed, ending up on top of his son. He looked down at him for a
few moments quietly, before asking, ''Do you want to be on your front of
back, sweetheart?''

His son blushed, nibbling on his lower lip as he looked to the side. ''On
my front....with you behind me,'' he said, in a tone that suggested he was
admitting something that he thought may be shameful. Jamie found it
arousing; he would get to adore his son's pert butt before he made love to
him now. He settled himself to one side of his son, smiling at him
encouragingly. Sam, still looking hesitant and nervous, made to roll over,
but first rose to his knees in front of his father, pressing himself close
and kissing Jamie with a sudden intensity that took his breath away. He
stared down in amazement at Sam who's eyes were flooded by something close
to fear.

''Please be gentle, Daddy....,'' Sam whispered pleadingly, his hands
gripping tight against Jamie's sides. Jamie raised his hands and cupped
Sam's neck and jaw in them, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on his lips,
leaning back to look solemnly into Sam's eyes. ''Of course I'll be gentle,
honey. I'd never hurt you, OK?''

Sam smiled a little, looking down and pursing his lips. ''Thank you....,''
he whispered softly. Jamie thought he may have seen tears in Sam's eyes at
that moment, but his son turned too quickly for him to be sure, and then,
to Jamie's wide-eyed delight, stretched his naked body out against the bed,
his long slender back indented with a gentle valley over his spine drawing
Jamie's fingers to it, stroking up and down it, while his left hand cradled
against Sam's left hip, as if framing the sight of Sam's bubble butt as his
eyes devoured it. Sam was whimpering softly, perking his butt up in the air
for his father's enjoyment. Forgetting how slow he should be taking this,
he rubbed his hard cock in against the cleft between Sam's soft cheeks. Sam
gasped, his butt pressing back against Jamie reactively, his butt
practically giving Jamie a caress. Jamie groaned, both hands now planted on
Sam's hips, caressing them slowly as he pulsated his cock against Sam's
butt. Sam's whimpers grew louder, whispering ''Oh Daddy'' a number of
times, obviously enjoying himself.  Jamie moved his body back slightly,
smiling as he heard Sam moan in disappointment. Sam craned his head around
to look at Jamie, eyes wide and panicked, as if he thought Jamie was going
to stop. The way his body was curved with that motion
was.....scintillating. How unbelievably sexy he looked lying on the bed
like that.....and yet, the innocence and sweetness in his eyes was all
genuine. Jamie smiled reassuringly at Sam as his eyes roamed all over his
naked son, who smiled back, giving his heart a lift. He raised one hand,
tucking two of his fingers into his mouth and coating them with his
saliva. He didn't think he had gotten Sam ''wet'' enough to proceed, and as
he didn't have lube handy at the moment, he wished to make sure Sam was
ready. Sam certainly seemed ready; his eyes followed Jamie's hand as it
lowered slowly and gently inserted the two wet fingers in against, then
inside his puckered rosebud. Just before Sam turned back, Jamie got a sight
of him closing his eyes, his red lips parting erotically as he moaned, low
down in his throat, his neck arching back. Jamie wet Sam as much as he felt
he could, that image of his son's face, as well as the sight now before
him, Sam's tender butt raised in the air against his probing fingers, his
slender, curvy back, graceful shoulders and neck, and the back of his head
covered in his soft, brown hair. He took his hand away from Sam, placing
both hands steadily on his waist and hips. With his knees, he gently urged
Sam's legs just a little more apart. He did these motions both in
preparation, and to let Sam know. He obviously had assumed as much; he was
shaking, moaning in an almost frightened, shuddering fashion. Jamie
positioned himself slowly, breathing in deeply as he pushed the hard head
of his cock in between Sam's spread cheeks, tearing a whimper from Sam's
lips.

''Are you ready, Sam?'' he whispered softly. Sam seemed to shake even worse
for a few seconds, before he nodded and murmured ''Uhuh.'' Jamie gripped
Sam's waist a little tighter as he pressed himself inside Sam's virgin
hole.

Instantly Sam whimpered in discomfort, as the pleasure of Sam's tight
little chamber stretching around his thickness hit him. Despite the rising
urge to simply start thrusting, he withdrew quickly, letting Sam steady
himself before he pushed inside again, this time a little deeper. Again,
Sam protested with his gentle whimpers. They continued at this for a few
minutes, Jamie trying to get Sam ready to truly make love, trying to ignore
the abundant pleasure he was receiving at his son's loss, but he was
starting to feel both guilty and panicked; guilty because of the obvious
pain and discomfort in the tensing of his son and the noises he was making,
and panicked that maybe Sam simply wasn't ready, or would end up not
wanting it.

He must have been pushing in a good 4 or 5 of his hard 8 inches before he
heard a slightly more agreeable noise from Sam, like a wondering moan, and
his tight chute squeezing him as it moved against him. He pushed deeper on
the next thrust, and felt Sam's body shudder in his hands, watched his neck
arch upwards. He closed his eyes, arching his own neck back as he began to
gyrate his crotch against the soft cushion that was his son's pliant butt
cheeks. Sam was whimpering now, his body arching with each thrust, his butt
now moving as willingly as Jamie's cock. Jamie, hoping Sam was a little
more in control of himself now, began to stroke Sam's sides, feeling both
the silky smoothness of the skin beneath his hands and the skin encasing
his cock in a caress, deep inside Sam. He used his knees to trap Sam's
lower body in place, as he settled his body down against Sam, feeling
himself throb with each thrust as the soft skin of Sam's back pressed
against his muscular chest, his tensed forearms pressed close against Sam's
sides as he stablised himself on the bed around Sam's body.. He pressed his
face against Sam's right shoulder and neck for a moment, feeling as Sam
responded by pushing his neck against him, his whimpers and cries of
enraptured joy all the more audible this closer to his mouth. Jamie tilted
his head sideways, laying kisses all over Sam's neck, sometimes simply
nuzzling his lips against the skin there, groaning with the pleasure of the
stimulation on his needy cock and with the feeling of Sam's soft, warm body
so close to his. He almost felt the sweat pop onto both their bodies,
slicking them and leaving them moving feverishly against one another, a
burning grind of hard, thrusting manhood and willingly receiving virgin
flesh. Sam was crying out now sweetly, Jamie struck almost physically by
the cacophony of his innocence, as he tensed under his father and orgasmed,
pressing his face down against the closest pillow while his body
shook. Jamie eased with his thrusting when he felt this, laying tender
kisses down against the back of Sam's shoulders while whispering
compliments to his weakened son, who's moans both seemed in time to Jamie's
more gentle thrusts and to his compliments. Gradually, the continued
pleasure of Jamie inside him seemed to tell, and his body rose a little
more again, but Jamie still chose to take it a little easier than before,
not only because Sam was weaker now, no; Jamie wanted to draw out every
perfect moment, here with their bodies wrapped so close together, their
sweat coating their bodies erotically. As Jamie stretched his body so he
could kiss the angle of Sam's jaw, hearing Sam whimpering louder and
louder, but still with an incessant femininity to it, a sweet delicacy. He
was just such a perfect confection of sweet innocence; his whimpers, that
soft, delicate body, his sometimes hesitant but eternally abiding
enthusiasm with the way he moved against Jamie.....Jamie had simply never
felt this volume of feeling, of sensation while making love. He'd almost
feel bitter at the fact that before he had obviously had sex more than made
love as he was doing now, except that the latter was what him and his
sweet, beautiful son were doing now. Jamie, groaning as he felt Sam begin
to methodically tighten his inner muscles around Jamie on each thrust and
withdrawal, watched Sam's hands tense on the bedsheets around the
pillow. He kissed Sam's cheek once, before gently nuzzling the fine stubble
on his cheek against it, feeling Sam's face press in against his on the
touch, hearing something close to a sob from Sam at that moment, before
they both turned at the same time to one another, their lips almost
desperately grappling against one another for purchase, as their bodies,
stretched by their want to kiss even now, how physically they had both
exerted themselves, became just that little more sensitive, both feeling
simultaneously that tightening of the muscles behind the groin, the sudden
rush and wanton abandon of one's mind, as they hit an earth shattering
orgasm together, sharing in the moment even with their cries of joy, so
close together were their mouths, almost as if inhaling the other's
vunerable cry at that last, but everlasting moment of new, shared bliss.

As Sam sagged downwards, so did his father with just a little more evident
strength than Sam at that moment.  He felt Sam's breaths inflate inside
him, his upper back pushing against Jamie. He laid a soft kiss on Sam's
cheek, panting as he rolled to one side onto his back, his head falling to
the side to gaze at his son. Sam's face was rising and falling against the
pillow, and Jamie realised with some worry that Sam's cheeks were wet from
tears. He edged in sideways, slotting his body in under Sam's as he lifted
Sam onto and against one side, stroking Sam's right cheek with his left
hand, as his other comfortingly rubbed his back. ''Honey, did....it hurt?''
he asked, watching Sam's face as his eyes were still closed.

They opened, and though there were tears in them, Jamie was struck by them;
beamingly blue, that brilliant, radiant colour almost seeming to onto his
face with the bulbous tears in his eyes. But he was smiling, his cheeks
blushed by their exertions and hair bedraggled. Jamie had truly never seen
a more beautiful sight in his entire life, and Sam's ensuing words needed
to be replayed in his stunned mind before he caught the meaning of them.

''No.....it was....better than I ever hoped....,'' Sam whispered
happily. Jamie, after he had taken a necessary few seconds to recover,
smiled back and hugged Sam close. Sam gratefully accepted the hug, his
slender arms falling more than closing around Jamie's neck, Sam's tired
breaths obvious in the silent aftermath of their joyful joining. Sam opened
his mouth to say something, struggling tiredly to find the words he was
looking for, before Jamie gently urged ''Shush, honey. You just go to
sleep, and we'll talk in the morning, OK?''

Sam tilted his face up towards Jamie's, smiling and whispering ''OK'',
before closing his eyes and relaxing his body against Jamie's. Jamie curled
his arms around Sam just a little more, feeling a wave of warm
protectiveness towards Sam, and more than that, love. He watched Sam's
happy face ease further into the relaxed slackness of sleep, a warm smile
still on his plump lips. Jamie laid his head back against the pillow,
sighing in contentment as he closed his eyes. ''I love you, kitten....,''
he whispered to the room at large, before he fell asleep with his son in
his arms, and in his dreams.

The End