Date: Mon, 18 Sep 2006 00:13:24 +0100 From: Joey Tailor Subject: Finding-Dad 3 Chris never found out how or when Brad managed to get a copy of his birth certificate. Brad paid a city clerk friend of his to order a copy of the document. Lies were not told to get what he wanted, but Brad didn't tell the entire truth to his pal. He just explained that he had a son born out of wedlock and needed a copy of the birth listing to get medical insurance arranged via a payroll plan. It was late one Tuesday evening when Brad received a call from his friend saying he was on his way over with the Birth certificates Brad also requested a copy of his own to make it look good. His friend Sam mentioned there might be a little bad news, but he would explain when he got there. The friends got their pleasantries out of the way and sat down to chat. "Here's both copies you asked for." Sam handed over the large envelope with the unfolded papers inside. "Thanks man, I knew this would be easier than standing in line for hours." Brad was laying cover for the real reason he did not want to make an official request for the copies. "You said there was bad news?" He scanned Chris' copy over and over. Sam sat back into the couch, both hands clutching his upper thighs. "Yeah, your name is not on the boys birth records." His voice vented in dismay not wanting to depress his buddy. "Oh, Sam I know that. I would have had to be there when he was registered." Brad had an entire plot worked out in his head, but needed help to roll it out. "I was in the Army when Chris was conceived and on tour when he was born." He gave Sam enough information to work out what had to be done without telling a single lie. "Dude if you want to get your kid medical coverage, you are going to have to get his mother to come down and add your name to his file at the department of records." Sam spelled out the entire routine Brad had to follow to make himself Chris' legal and natural Father in the eyes of the law. Brad arranged with the traffic office at work for some time off. He requested a half day of Friday afternoon and all day Monday. His plan was kicking up a gear. As a surprise for Chris he purchased two all-day passes to a large adventure park on the other side of the State. Finishing work a few minutes after 12 noon, he dropped off a regular client in the financial district. Keeping lunch simple, he had a light salad and juice. Dollar stores and cheap furniture would never be entertained with Brads hard earned money. He despised the thought of owning anything made of inferior quality or parts. That same dislike flowed over to food, clothes and jewelry. Brad invested his next couple free hours searching various jewelers for that 'perfect gift.' Brad asked his Boss one very large favor. This weekend he wanted to leave his truck in the company parking lot and borrow one of the business' luxury cars. Tom Ford sprang to life with that request. He himself was going to ask Brad if he could borrow the pick-up to do some work around his house. The deal was struck, the vehicles traded. When Chris came running out from the school doors he was pleasantly surprised to see his Dad waiting at the designated parent-pick-up-point. "Dad." Chris hollered, waving his arms in the air. He expected to see him later at home, after all it is a Friday. He was not expecting to see him straight out of school. A big kiss followed an even bigger hug. "Listen buddy, I was in the area and thought I would drop by to see you." Brads plan required an early visit, but not an early pick up. "Here, drink this on your way home and I will be there in 30 minutes." He handed the 10 year old boy a half liter bottle of chocolate milk. "Ahhhh Dad, did you forget I'm allergic to dairy?" Chris was confused by the offer, surely he hadn't forgot this simple fact. Brad smiled, looked the boy hard in the eyes. "No, I would never forget Son." Lowering his own body down just a few inches to make eye level, he explained. "I need your Mom know you have a tummy ache before I pick you up today." "OK." There was no hesitation for Chris to put his entire life in the hands of his Dad. Surely he could manage this without messing it up. "Oh Dad, nice ride." The boy walked off in the general direction of his home. He drank the 'Choc-O-Moo' appropriately disposing of the plastic bottle. With his tummy already doing somersaults, he was at least happy it was chocolate and not the plain stuff. By the time Chris arrived home he was in real pain. Passing his mother as she sprawled out on the couch, his hands clutched at his gut. Straight to the bathroom the 10 year old bombshell darted off to release a couple pounds of liquefied feces. Chris stopped in the bathroom five minutes longer than he needed, he wanted to play game. Even if he didn't know what the game was, he knew his Dad would be proud. "What the fucks wrong with you?" Mother asked son, secretly hoping he wasn't to sick to go away this weekend. "Don't know, just a gut ache I guess." Chris plopped himself down on the floor in front of the TV to watch a few cartoons before his Dad arrived. Like clock work, Brad arrived in the driveway. All be it in a different car this time. Continuing to play out the plan, he waited in the car for Chris to appear at the door. This time it was not Chris opening the paint peeled front door , it was his Mother. Brad could see from the expression on her face, she was livid. A single hand gesture form the skinny 30 something, summoning Brad into the house. Rivers walk through the open door of the single story dilapidated house. Seeing Chris on the floor rolling in pain he wondered if he went to far. Nothing was worth hurting his lovely little boy over. Sorrow in his heart, Brad knelt by the child's side. Offering touches of care and love he asked what happened. "Just a tummy ache Dad, that's all." Groans of pain creeped from the edges of his mouth. "Do you need a Doctor?" Brad's head twisted on his neck towards the boys Mom. "Do you have his medical card?" "I can take him the emergency room." A new level of concern found its way into Brad soul. He had planned to say those very words, everything was running to script. Except the fear of his son being in real pain. "Fuck no, I cant afford no medical plan on my fucking wage." Spite was rife in her tone. Honesty in her words, she could not have afforded medical for either of them. Not even if she didn't drink. Sensing the atmosphere may be thickening in the room, Chris ran to the bathroom. "I'll pay, I just want him well." Not a truer word had Brad said. He would have paid if need be, and the boy's Mother saw the fear in his eyes. She knew, no matter what, he loved the boy with all his heart. The sounds of swirling water broke their gaze. Chris opened the bathroom door with a smile of relief. "Gas!, Oh and you might want to keep clear for an hour." He laughed out loud grabbing his own butt. Brad refused to tell Chris why any of the events transpired or what else he planned. Chris knew more was goings on than he saw. A few well placed questions sparked Chris' curiosity. 'Is your Mom working Monday?' Yes, a regular day for her, but it is a Professional Development day at school. A smart child, Chris managed to gauge people and situations with ease. This one stumped him, and intrigued him at the same time. Before leaving the house with Chris on Friday, Brad let it be known Monday is a regular work day. He offered to stop by and check on the boy around noon and try to get away early for another check up. The pair enjoyed a sexy Saturday night together. A playful joint shower time and all orifices left squeaky clean. Early Sunday evening the pair went for a drive in the borrowed car. The feel of soft leather seduced Chris into a light slumber. When the car came to a stop, Brad turned off the engine. Chris woke up immediately. "Why are we here?" Queried Chris as he realized they were at his Mothers house. Closing the car door behind him, Brad offered an explanation. "I need to ask your Mom something. Chris didn't argue with his Father, he just followed behind him until they reached the front door. Chris led the way in the house to find his Mother sleeping off the affects of a days binge. Another part of the plan started in motion. Penny Viernes lay in a drunken stupor, Brad told Penny how bad he felt about their son not having medical coverage. He explained what a great Medical plan his job came with. He even let Penny mention his name would have to be on the boy's Birth Certificate. Penny was unknowingly led make all the suggestions about going to the Registrars Office in the morning to correct the oversight. Ideas of claiming child support scurried around her pickled brain. Brad was the one to suggest after they finished the signing, he knew a great English Pub that serves a pretty mean lunch with ice cold beer. That was the clincher, she was in, but. "Wait, I have fucking work tomorrow." Anger at the though of loosing money stuck in her craw. "Me too, but I got a bonus coming next paycheck." He paused long enough to make the air work in his favor. "I'll cover your lost wage and get you back to work after lunch." Sweet, free beer, free lunch, a half day off work. Oh yeah, and someone else pays the kids medical. Penny sat back on the couch relishing the spoils. That is exactly what happened early Monday morning. Brad and Chris picked up the boys Mother and headed over to the Registrars office. Not that the Mother and Child knew they had an appointment with Brad's friend. Papers were signed by both adults and witnessed by Sam Faulkner, friend of Brad. Both Mother and Father swore with right hand on bible, affirming the truth. As the gentleman he is, Brad allowed Penny to sign her name first. Before he put his name to paper, Brad placed a simple X in the box requesting Chris' last name match his Fathers. Congratulations offered and hands shook by all. Sam elated with pride and made a heart felt comment to the family. "This office is always proud when a natural Parent steps up to the plate and takes this kind of responsibility towards his child." A standard course of paperwork filing takes a few weeks, They were told the revised Birth Certificates would be in the mail in 2-3 weeks. Until then, they could use their copy of the forms for any legal dealings. The new family had an early lunch as offered by Brad the previous day. Chris was given the task of handing his Mother a $50 note in payment of lost wages as they dropped her off at the motel. Chris scrunched up close to his Dad as they drove out of town. He hardly spoke a word, so much had happened in such a short time. Today his life changed for the better. Reliving the scene from the office, Chris was just coming to realize what it truly meant. The boy couldn't stop reading the form his Dad asked him to hold carefully. Something stood out, something was different. Something, something, something, but what. Small stones crushed under the weight of the tires. The car decelerated as they left the main road pulling into an empty parking lot about 30 miles out of town. Chris looked up to see an old fashion church, complete with steeple and white picket fence. "Do you mind if we stop here for a spell and offer our thanks?" Brad held his son's head tightly against his chest. "Sure." Chris couldn't remember ever being inside a church before. Nor did he recall hid Dad mention a religious side. Not that it bothered him either way. His outgoing personality left him embracing new ideas. Chris liked the look of this church, small and friendly. A real welcome feel took his heart by surprise. Entering the main hall they saw a large cross adorned the far end of the church. "OH my God." Cried Chris aloud, his words echoed back from the empty pews. Brad took his son's hand in his and gave a gentle squeeze to reassure the boy. "He is all around you my child." An elderly Priest with gray hair and deep wrinkled skin waved them passed. "Mass starts at 7pm, take as much time as you need to speak your peace in front of Christ." Hand in hand, Brad led the way down the isle. Resting on their knees at the foot of the cross, Brad pulled a small black box from his pocket and offered the gift to his son. Chris opened the box to find a beautiful solid gold wedding band inside. "Dad." Was the only word he could manage. It was the only word Brad needed to hear. "I, I don't have anything for you Dad." He felt a need to make a similar offering. Chris knew they were sealing their love as Father and Son before God. Just like a husband and wife would. "Everything you could give me is right there in your hand Son." Brad pointed to the Form letter the boy still held. "This part, where it says my name, Christopher Donald Rivers?" Brad hadn't realized that Chris worked that part out. It only came to the boy moments earlier. In fact, its what caused his little outburst. Spending a great afternoon and early evening trying each ride at least three times wore them couples energy down. Just walking around the adventure park exhausted Chris. They ate an elegant dinner and a top restaurant. The finest silverware embellished a round table made for lovers. The food was exquisite and served by five-star staff. Their waiter paid notice to the little boy wearing an expensive wedding band. No words were spoken, looks and nods told a story of love. The night was spent in an equally splendid hotel. Bell hops and room service, pillow mints and silk sheets. Neither had ever seen the inside of such a room. Both showered and performed their normal pre-bed rituals. "Will you love me tonight Dad." Chris laid his head on his Fathers shoulder. Warm flesh touched similar. "I love you every night my boy." Had he not shown his Son the love he needed. Had he left something out? "Dad, take me." A sweet gentle lovers kiss. "Please, I want to seal our vows tonight." Brad took Chris' virginity and vise-a-versa. Neither required much foreplay, the days events alone were all the preparation either needed. The room came well stocked with all their needs. Neither man nor boy wanted the use of a condom. Plenty of Cherry scented WET was applied to Brads throbbing cock. Chris took great pleasure in preparing the mans daunting pole. The boys soft palms felt radiant heat transferring from the pumping blood as he lovingly applied a hand full of lubricant. Teasing his tongue around his lovers shaft, Chris enjoyed the added fruit flavor. The stiff throbbing cock hardly needed the child's help getting or staying hard. Five little fingers wrapped themselves around the thick shaft with another equally dexterous five fingers fondled the mans balls. Brad licked and sucked Chris' hole, sinking his tongue deep inside the boys anus. Moans from both filled the otherwise quiet room. Rivers took the discarded bottle of red lube lovingly inserting the slippery nozzle applicator into his sons untarnished ring. With a gentle squeeze Chris felt a swish of liquid anoint the walls of his tunnel. Chris had gone to great lengths to keep his anal virginity intact. Now, he knew all his previous hard work an double talking strange men was worth it. With out doubt, the Adonis was ready to offer his body to the only man he every loved. Chris climbed on his fathers lap, straddling his legs. The pair started their mating courtship. Each helped equally to align the mighty member to its waiting void. A mixture of love, desire and Wet centered together as the first coupling of lovers transpired. Brads cock slid with little effort into Chris' hot wanting hole. Lips met and tongues danced as the bodies joined to be as one. There was no wild humping, no cries of passion. Brad ejaculated his seed into his lover sealing the bond of Father Son Matrimony. Tears filled both pair of eyes and poured down their faces. The taste of salt heightened the passion in their kiss. As Brad woke the next morning, Chris' head was bobbing feverishly on the man sized cock. "It's your turn Son." "For what?" The hot slippery knob popped out of the boys mouth. Brad turned over and started to lube his own ass. Chris followed suit and jabbed his steel boy post in Brads man hole. Heat started to cook the boys cocklet as he humped faster and harder. The ex-officer had never been fucked up the ass before, he was loving the feeling of giving it up to this boy sized sex machine. Chris grabbed at his Dads hips, humping harder and deeper with every thrust. Sweat poured from the boys body, his muscles ached with each contraction. Ass checks clenched with a final plunge, his dry orgasm rocked his entire body in one massive convulsion.