This story is inspired by the movie Bridge to Terabithia. In the movie, the character of Jess Aarons was played by Josh Hutcherson and the character Jack Aarons was played by Robert Patrick. At the time the movie was filmed, Josh was approximately thirteen, so I'm using that age in this story as opposed to the age of the character in the book, which was ten. Josh definitely looked several years older than ten in the movie.
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"Bridge to Terabithia Breakdown" By Mitchell Knight
It was two days after Leslie, Jess Aarons' best friend, died tragically in the nearby river. It was early in the morning, and Jack Aarons, Jess' dad, was sitting at the kitchen table enjoying a cup of coffee and reading the paper. Jess' mom had taken all the girls and the baby out to buy groceries. It was rarely this quiet in the house, and Jack was enjoying every minute of it. Outside, it was raining heavily. It had just started raining about five minutes ago.
As far as Jack knew, Jess was still asleep upstairs. Jack was taking it easy on his son because of the recent loss of his best friend, so he was letting the boy sleep in. His son's chores could wait until later. Jack was a little worried about how the boy was handling the first major loss in his life. So far it seemed like Jess was just avoiding feeling anything about it, and Jack hadn't seen his son even shed a tear.
Suddenly Jack heard heavy footsteps on the back porch. The back door swung open and Jess burst into the kitchen. Jack snapped his head up and saw his son standing there in a soaking t-shirt and shorts. Water dripped from his hair down onto his face. Jack realized Jess must have slipped out of the house before Jack had gotten up. Jess liked to go running early in the morning. Then he got stuck in the rain and was now soaking wet.
"That storm came out of nowhere," Jack commented.
Jess just continued to stand there silently inside the door. Jack looked up and noticed for the first time that Jess' face was pinched and red, and some of the wetness on his face was from tears leaking out of his eyes.
"Oh, Jess," Jack said softly, and jumped out of his chair to go to his son.
Jack wrapped his arms around his thirteen year old son and pulled the teen against his body. Jess grabbed onto the back of his dad's shirt with both fists and sobbed quietly into his shoulder.
"She's gone," Jess whimpered.
"I know son."
Jack brought his right hand up and lightly stroked his son's wet brown hair. Jess started faintly trembling against his dad's body.
"You're freezing," Jack noted. "C'mon, let's get you into the bath before you catch pneumonia."
As Jack pulled away, he noticed Jess was dripping onto the floor.
"We better get you out of those clothes before you drip all over the house," Jack decided.
Jess just stood there and continued to weep softly. He seemed too dazed in the midst of his emotional breakdown to do anything else. Jack tugged at the bottom of Jess' t-shirt and pulled it up his torso. Jess unconsciously lifted his arms and let his dad pull the t-shirt up over his head and arms and off, revealing his smooth chest and tiny, pink nipples. Jack noticed a short tangle of brown hair under each arm before Jess dropped his arms again.
Jack felt a sudden intense heat in his chest as the love and tenderness for his son overwhelmed him. It had been over eight years since Jack had last undressed his son for a bath. The image of his sweet young boy came back to him briefly.
Then Jack knelt and untied his son's running shoes and pulled them each off. Jess cooperatively raised each leg as the shoe and sock was pulled off. Once Jess was standing in his bare feet, Jack brought his hands to the button on Jess' shorts.
When Jess felt his dad's weathered, rough fingers at his waist, there was a quick twinge of embarrassment that his dad was undressing him. Yet there was also something comforting about this act that also made him feel safe and loved, which was exactly what he needed right now. The embarrassment quickly disappeared as his dad unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts and tugged them down his lightly hairy legs.
As Jess stepped out of his shorts, Jack looked straight ahead and was staring right at the middle of his son's white jockey shorts. He could see the bulge where his son's cock and balls nestled. The water had soaked through to wet most of both sides of the jockey shorts. Jack nervously reached up and pinched the elastic at the waistband. It had been years since he had last seen his son naked.
Jack slowly pulled down the wet underwear to reveal his son's one-inch flaccid uncut penis and tight ball sac. His foreskin hung down slightly over the tip. At the base of Jess' cock was a small bush of kinky brown hair. Jess lifted each leg as his dad pulled off his underwear.
Then Jess' hands crossed in front of him and started rubbing each arm as he trembled harder.
"Yeah, you must be freezing. Let's get you in some warm water," Jack said.
He put an arm around his son and pulled him close. They walked together quickly into the bathroom. Jack shut the door behind them and quickly turned on the tap and adjusted the faucet until warm water started pouring out. Jack plugged the drain.
"Go ahead, get in," Jack said, helping his son into the tub.
Warm water slowly started creeping up around his son's legs and butt as Jess sat in the white bathtub. Jack grabbed the shampoo and soap from the ledge by the shower head and placed them on the edge of the tub near Jess' head. Once the tub was filled a few inches from the top, Jack shut off the tap.
By this time, Jess had stopped crying and sat solemnly in the tub, his knees bent up to his chest and his arms wrapped around them. He looked up at his dad with his sad, brown puppy-dog eyes and asked, "Will you take a bath with me?"
Jack wasn't sure if his son remembered, but when Jess was younger, Jack would occasionally join him in the tub at night. Sometimes it was a welcome escape from all the women in the house. He could seek solace in the warm cocoon of the bathroom with the other male in the household. With his son playing in the tub, Jack would let the warm water wash his troubles away.
"Sure," Jack answered.
He proceeded to remove his clothes. Jess watched with mild interest as his dad's muscular, hairy chest was revealed. Then Jack was quickly stripping out of his pants and boxers, revealing his three-inch, thin circumsized penis and his thick mat of brown pubic hair.
Jess slid his butt forward in the tub to make room for his dad. Jack stepped gingerly into the tub and slowly sat down behind his son. Jess pushed back and felt comforted again as his dad's arms wrapped around his chest, and he nestled against his dad's hairy chest.
After Jack held him for a while, he asked, " Want me to wash your hair?"
"Okay," Jess said, nodding.
With Jess' hair already wet from the run in the rain, Jack just grabbed the shampoo and squirted some into his hand. He slowly lathered up Jess' hair.
"Dunk your hair in the water," Jack suggested once he had finished.
Jess scooted forward until he could lean back into the water. Jack's hands supported his son's shoulders as he rinsed the suds from his hair. When Jess sat back up, Jack grabbed the bar of soap and lathered up his hands. He slowly ran them along the smooth skin of his son's back. Then he rinsed the suds from Jess' back.
Jack pulled his son back against his chest and lathered up Jess' arms and then rinsed them off.
"Lift up your arms," Jack said.
Jess complied, and Jack washed his son's armpits and then ran his soapy hands over the smooth skin of Jess' chest and belly. After rinsing off this area, Jack's hands dipped under the water and scrubbed at the sparse pubes at the base of Jess' cock. Jack felt equal measures pride that his son was growing into manhood and regret that the little boy he used to bathe was no more.
Jack moved lower and slid his fingers over the shaft of Jess' cock. Then he retracted Jess' foreskin and swirled his fingers around the exposed head.
"You remember to clean under here?" Jack asked.
"Yep."
Jack's fingers continued to swirl around the head of Jess' cock. Like any teenager, Jess' cock quickly plumped up in response to the contact.
"Oh," Jess gasped, pulling away from his dad and covering his erection with his hands.
"It's okay," Jack whispered, pulling Jess back against his body. "Every guy gets them."
Jack gently pulled his hands away from his cock and gripped Jess' thin, four-inch erection between two fingers. Jess slid his left arm behind his back and cupped his dad's flaccid cock and balls in his hand.
"Yours isn't," Jess responded.
"If you keep doing that it will."
Jess fondled the shaft with his fingers and then tickled the head. He felt Jack's cock slowly start to grow as he played with it. Soon it expanded to its full, hard length. Jess slid around in the tub, his ass squeaking against the bottom of the tub. Once facing his dad, Jess' eyes fastened on the six inch erection between his dad's legs. About two inches of it were sticking up out of the water.
"Is mine too small?" Jess asked. As an outsider most of his life, Jess hadn't had the usual opportunities to see other guys naked, so he didn't know how he compared to others.
"Absolutely not," Jack protested. "Yours is normal. In a year or two yours will be as big or bigger than mine."
"Really?" Jess asked, reassured, but not sure he could believe his would soon be as big as his dad's.
"I promise."
"Can I wash you now?" Jess asked.
"Sure."
Jess grabbed the bar of soap and lathered up his hands. Then he leaned forward and ran his hands over his dad's hairy chest and stomach. Cupping water in his hands, he rinsed the soap from Jack's chest. Then he dipped his hands under the water and ran them over the shaft of his dad's erection.
"Is it possible to...um...jerk off...too much?" Jess asked.
Jack considered the answer for a while. "If your penis feels sore, you should probably knock it off for a while. But you can usually jerk off a few times a day without it hurting. I remember when I was about your age, I was jerking off a few times a day. I think my record was about six or seven times in one day."
"Seven times!"
Jack chuckled. "Yeah. What's your record?
Jess looked at his dad sheepishly. Then he answered, "Four."
"Something for you to aim for then," Jack teased him.
Jess grinned.
"It also depends on how you masturbate. If you use lotion or baby oil, it will keep the skin from getting chafed."
"So far I've never felt it hurt when I do it," Jess commented.
"You can also tell if you get red marks on your skin. That's when you need to back off for a day or two."
"I don't think I've got any red marks," Jess answered, turning his eyes to his own cock.
"I can take a look," Jack offered. "Stand up."
Jess stood up and moved closer to his dad. Jack reached up with his right hand and gripped his son's erection at its base. The tip of Jess' erection was only a few inches from Jack's face. Jack examined the full length of his son's cock from its reddish-pink head to the base. He marveled that he had helped create this beautiful person and this perfect cock. Jack leaned forward slightly and slid his tongue out to swipe along the end of Jess' erection, right at the slit.
"Ahh," Jess hissed in pleasure.
Encouraged, Jack swirled his tongue once around the head and then slowly inserted his son's cock into his mouth. He took it about halfway into his mouth and then slid back slowly until he had just the head pursed between his lips. On his second trip, he plunged his lips all the way down to the base where they met Jess' pubes. Jack pulled back to the head again and slid his hands over Jess' slightly hairy legs and around to his plump, damp ass cheeks.
Jack started moving faster up and down Jess' erection with his mouth. Jack applied gentle suction, and pressed his tongue against the underside of Jess' cock. He could tell his son was close to cuming as his breathing started coming faster and his hips started thrusting forward in time with Jack's sucking. Jack gripped Jess' ass firmly and continued to move faster on his cock. Jess' hands suddenly came down on his dad's shoulders and gripped them as his body tensed. A load groan came out of Jess' mouth as his orgasm washed over his body. His cock pulsed in Jack's mouth, and Jack gulped down the hot, salty semen that spurt from his son's cock. After four or five spurts, Jess' cock twitched a couple more times and then stopped.
Jack licked the end of his son's cock and then pulled off. Jess looked down at his dad with a dazed but content look in his eyes.
"You feel better now?" Jack asked.
Jess nodded vigorously. Jack smiled and patted his son's ass gently and then removed his hands. Jess gingerly sat back down in the tub, still facing his dad. His eyes returned to his dad's penis, still standing at full attention between his legs.
"Can I try that on you?" Jess asked.
"If you want. You don't have to. I just did that for you," Jack responded.
"No, no, I want to try it."
"Okay, go ahead."
Jack pulled himself up onto the ledge of the tub, his six-inch erection glistening with water. Jess slid forward and bent his head down between his dad's legs. Jack wrapped his right hand around the base of his dad's erection and tentatively brought his tongue to the head and gave it a long lick. Copying his dad, he opened his mouth and slid the head inside. Then he quickly pushed forward as far as he could, fitting about four inches of his dad's hard length in his mouth.
As Jess pulled back and then slid down until the head of his dad's cock brushed against his throat, Jack put his hands on the back of Jess' head and gently pushed to encourage him. Jess wasn't applying much pressure with his mouth, but it still felt good.
"Ow!" Jack said as teeth scraped against his shaft.
"Sorry," Jess apologized, grinning sheepishly.
"Just watch the teeth."
Jess plunged back down on his dad's cock, enthusiastically sucking away. Jack entwined his fingers into Jess' wet hair and continued to push his son's head down on his erection. While Jack enjoyed the warm, soft opening for his cock, he could tell that his son's inexperienced, slack mouth wasn't going to be enough to bring him off.
"Do you want to try something else?" Jack asked.
Jess pulled back and nodded.
"Okay, turn around and get on all fours," Jack instructed.
Jess raised his eyebrows quizzically but didn't say a word. He just turned around and leaned forward on his hands in the water. Jack's cock twitched in excitement as his son's plump, smooth cheeks were presented to him. He reached forward and ran his right hand over the flesh of the right cheek.
Jack grabbed the bar of soap and lathered up his hands. He parted Jess' cheeks and poked a finger gently at Jess' puckered pink hole. Jack ran his index finger in circles around the hole and occasionally poked just the very tip of his finger into the tight hole to get Jess used to it. After a few circles, he soaped up just his index finger and slowly pushed up to the first joint into Jess' ass.
"Feel good?" Jack asked, twisting just this small part of his finger around inside.
"Yeah," Jess answered.
Jack reached around with his other hand and groped between his son's legs. As he expected, his hand found Jess' cock hard again. The wonders of puberty.
As he slowly wormed his index finger deeper into Jess' ass, Jack lazily stroked his son's erection. Once his finger was fully inside his ass, Jack twisted it around and then removed it. He soaped up his hands again and then went back at Jack's anus with his thumb. It popped in easily, and Jack found that he could easily slide it all the way in.
Then Jack slowly worked two fingers into Jess' ass while his other hands slowly fondled his son's cock. Jess didn't quite know what was going on, but he enjoyed all the feelings he was getting, and he liked all this undivided attention from his dad.
After Jack sunk two fingers all the way in, he pulled them out and decided Jess was loosened up enough for the real thing. Jack lathered up his erection and then got on his knees behind Jess. He aimed his cock at Jess' hole and pushed forward. The head came in contact with the puckered opening, and Jack applied more pressure against the tight hole until it gave way, and his head slipped in.
"Ahhh!" Jess gasped as pain shot from his ass up his spine.
"It's okay, just relax," Jack soothed, stroking his son's back, and reaching between Jess' legs to stroke his cock again.
Jack pushed forward some more, cramming a couple inches of the shaft into his son.
"Ahhh!" Jess said again as his ass seared as if it was on fire. He tried to move forward to get away from his dad's cock, but Jack gripped his shoulder to hold him in place.
"Just hang on. It won't hurt soon. Push out like you're taking a dump," Jack said.
Jess bit his lower lip and squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to block out the pain. Jack slowly slid another inch into Jess and waited. He slid the rest of his cock in slowly until his dark pubic bush was mashed against his son's ass. The pain had now mostly faded, and Jess even felt a little tickle of pleasure as his dad's cock hit something in him.
Jack then slid out halfway and pushed forward again. As he started slowly fucking his son, his hand stroked Jess' cock. As Jess got used to it, he started pushing back against his dad's cock on each thrust into his ass. There was now pleasure radiating out of his crotch from his dad's stroking and in his ass as his dad's cock massaged his insides.
Jack quickly lost himself in his pounding of his son's tight hole. This fucking was much better than anything he'd had in years. He forgot to be careful and thrust deep and fast as his orgasm built.
Jess came first, the stroking and pounding giving him his second orgasm in under fifteen minutes. Cum bubbled out of the head of his cock as it twitched. Two small dribbles slid onto his dad's hand.
As Jess came, the muscles in his ass spasmed, clamping down repeatedly on Jack's cock. With a couple more thrusts, Jack groaned loudly as he came. His cock spit several volleys of cum into Jess' ass. After he finished, Jack pulled back and slid out.
"You okay?" Jack asked. "I didn't hurt you?"
Jess looked over his shoulder and smiled. "No, I'm fine."
"Good. C'mon, let's get dried off."
Jack stepped out of the tub and pulled the plug to drain the water. He grabbed a couple of towels and gently dried off his son just like he did when he was little. Jack planted a kiss on the top of his head.
"Love you kiddo. You're gonna be okay."