Date: Fri, 17 Dec 2004 19:37:07 -0600
From: Kryton Ex <krytonex@hotmail.com>
Subject: Green Eyed Monster Part 3

Disclaimer: This story is about father/son love.  If you find
this offensive, stop reading while you still have disclaimer
left.  This story is completely fictional and the characters
only exist in the realm of my mind.  Feel free to drop me an
email.  I love to get feedback about my writing.


                     Green Eyed Monster
                           Part 3

Marcus sat in the hospital waiting room with his face cupped
in his hands.  Across from him sat Chris staring off into
space.   His attention was snapped back to reality at the
sound of Susan's voice.  She was frantic as she talked to the
plump nurse behind the front desk, "Where is my son? Is he
okay?"

"Ma'am, what is your son's name?"

"Daniel.  Daniel Summers."

The nurse flipped through the chart in front of her.  "Okay,
he is being seen now.  He came in with some breathing
problems.  Please have a seat in the waiting room.  I'll see
if it's okay to go in and see him."

Marcus walked up to her and held her close.  "What happened?"
Susan asked.

"I heard Chris calling for me and Danny was in the middle of
the street gasping for breath."

She looked at Chris, "What were you two doing in the middle
of the street?"

Chris shrugged and looked down at his feet.

The nurse walked up behind Susan and tapped her on the
shoulder.  "You can go in now."

Susan entered the room with Marcus and Chris behind her.  She
saw her little boy with an oxygen mask on his face.  He
looked so tiny lying on the big emergency bed.  "Are you
okay?" she asked as she ran her fingers through his hair.  He
nodded.  "What happened?"

He pulled the mask away from his face.  "Chris and I were
outside playing ball and I ran out of air, after that I just
couldn't breathe, even with the inhaler."

The doctor entered the room.  "Mr. and Mrs. Summers, Danny
had a serious asthma attack today, I want to keep him here
over night for observation and I want him to stay home for a
couple of days after that.  No strenuous activity. I am
having a room set up for you now, Danny."

Susan nodded. "I'll stay with him.  You two get home.  Chris
has school in the morning."

Marcus hugged Danny goodbye and left with Chris.  On the ride
home Chris didn't say a word.  He just stared out his window.
"Don't worry Chris, he will be fine."  Chris continued to
look out the window.  Tears welled up in his eyes.

When they got home Marcus headed straight to bed.  They had
spent hours in the hospital and the entire time he was
worried to death about his son.  Now that he knew Danny would
be okay he was completely exhausted.  He chucked everything
but his underwear onto the floor and climbed into bed.  Right
as he began to drift off he heard a slight tap at the door.
"Come in?" He asked unsure if he had heard someone knocking
or not.

Chris came in and walked over to his bed.  "Can I sleep with
you?" He whispered.  Marcus nodded and lifted up the sheets.
When he saw what his father was wearing he hesitated for a
moment then crawled into the bed.  Marcus closed his eyes and
tried to fall asleep again.  This time he was interrupted by
the soft sobbing of his son.

"It's okay Chris, Danny will be fine.  I know today must have
been pretty scary for you, but don't worry.  Everything is
okay now."  He patted Chris's arm.

Chris rolled over and began sobbing against his father's
chest.  "You don't understand.  It's my fault.  If he hadn't
been chasing after me, he wouldn't have..." Chris's words
were lost in a volley of tears.

"You can't blame yourself for playing with your brother.  If
it hadn't happened running it would have happened carrying
something or going up the stairs."

"But he was mad too, I hit him with the ball and..."

"Why'd you hit him with a ball?"

"I dunno." Chris began to cry even harder.  Marcus just held
him close and rocked him back and forth.

Eventually the tears stopped.  It wasn't long after that that
Marcus became aware of his situation.  His sweet son was
wrapped in his arms, his face smooshed against his chest.
Marcus tried to think of anything not to get hard but it
wasn't working.  His hard dick began to press against his
son's groin.  He knew Chris was still awake because his
breathing wasn't steady.  But he didn't pull away from him.

"Um...Chris?" Marcus asked in a hoarse voice.

"Yeah?" The boy quietly replied.

"I don't think I can sleep like this."

Chris didn't say anything.  But he didn't move away either.
Marcus moved his hand up the boy's shirt and rubbed his back.
Chris purred against his father.  "You like that?" Marcus
asked.  Chris nodded.  "Can I give you a backrub then?"
Chris nodded again.  "Okay, take off your shirt and I'll give
you a backrub."  Chris rolled onto his back pointing the
buttons of his shirt at Marcus.  Marcus unbuttoned his shirt
exposing his smooth skin to the air.  Marcus couldn't help
himself he had to run his hand across his son's sexy little
chest and stomach.  He rolled one of Chris's nipples between
his fingers and Chris pulled back giggling.  "I'm sorry." He
smiled.  "Okay, roll over now."  Chris rolled onto his
stomach and Marcus straddled his cute little butt trying not
to put too much weight on it.  "I'm not to heavy, am I?"
Chris shook his head.

Marcus leaned forward and began rubbing Chris's shoulders.
He went further down rubbing the middle of his back.  He
found just the right pressure to make Chris groan.  He
thought to himself if he could just do this he would be
happy.  But as Chris melted beneath him he became more and
more aware of Chris's ass.  He wanted to touch it, only for a
second.  He worked his way down Chris's body.  He massaged
his son's butt through his pants.  Chris tensed up a little
but he didn't say anything.  When Chris was once again
relaxed with what his father was doing he reached up and
tried to pull down Chris's pants and underwear.
Chris reached down and grabbed his pants trying to keep them
up.  "Please," Marcus begged as Chris looked at him, "I just
want to see."  Chris let go of his waistband and folded his
arms, resting his head on them.  Marcus pulled down his pants
and underwear slowly like unwrapping a Christmas present.  He
threw them on the floor next to his shirt.  He kneaded the
boy's buttcheeks with his hands.  Maybe a little too hard
because he noticed they were slightly pink when he stopped.
He kissed them to make them feel better.  Then without
warning he licked straight up his son's crack.  Chris
shivered.

Marcus spread his cheeks and darted his tongue inside the
boy's ass.  At first Chris thought it felt odd, but as his
father stuck his tongue deeper and deeper inside him he
decided that he really liked that feeling.  So much that he
found himself pushing against his dad's mouth, his hard cock
dangling beneath him.  "Oh god dad, that feels so good.
Please don't stop." Marcus rimmed him for awhile longer then
he wet his finger and slowly worked it inside his son.

"Just relax.  I think you are going to like this."

Chris tensed up.  "You aren't going to try to fuck me, are
you?"

"Nah...I just want to show you something.  Roll over and
spread your legs."

Chris did as he was told.  Marcus pushed his legs back until
they were against his chest.  Chris felt obscene.  When he
was on his stomach he couldn't see what his dad was doing.
But as he was he couldn't help but watch his dad's finger
disappear into his anus.

"Dad, I don't think I like this."

"Just give me a second.  Okay?" Marcus smiled warmly at
Chris.

Chris nodded and went back to watching his dad.  It was clear
when Marcus had found his prostate.  Chris's eyes grew wide
and his ass tightened around Marcus's finger.  Marcus quickly
rubbed across the spot in a come here motion.  Chris's mouth
fell open.  The feelings in his body were more pleasurable
than he had ever imagined possible.  He yelled out, spreading
his legs further giving his father better access.  Waves of
pleasure spread across his body as he came.  His whole body
shook as his father laid back down pulling him into his arms.

Marcus was still hard and dying for release.  Once it was
clear Chris had recovered from his orgasm he asked, "Now what
about me?"

Chris turned and looked at him nervously, "Wha...What do you
want me to do?" he stammered.

"How about a blowjob?"  Chris's eyes grew wide with fright.
"Okay, how about a handjob?"  Chris nodded.

Marcus threw his underwear on the floor and positioned
himself on his back.  Chris put his head on his chest and
reached under the covers for his father's cock.  He slowly
moved his hand up and down barely touching it.  Marcus
wrapped his hand around his son's to show him the right
pressure and speed.  When he let go Chris continued like is
dad had shown him. Marcus began to moan.  "Oh yeah Chris,
just like that. You're going to make your daddy cum. You're
such a good boy. You wanna make your daddy cum?"  Chris
nodded.  "Gonna let daddy cum on your face."  Chris didn't
answer but he didn't protest as Marcus pushed his head down
onto his stomach.  "Oh God, I'm cumming!" Marcus groaned as
he shot his load all over Chris's face.  Chris didn't realize
how much it would be and quickly moved his head letting the
rest fall on Marcus's chest and stomach.

Marcus lay there panting as Chris got up to get a towel to
wash his face.  He came back with a warm washcloth and
cleaned of his father's torso and groin. He set the towel on
the nightstand and climbed back in bed with his father.  They
cuddled up together, still completely naked and fell asleep.

The next morning Marcus awoke to the sound of Susan calling
his name as she climbed the stairs towards their bedroom.