Date: Sun, 4 May 2008 11:29:05 -0400 From: You Knowme Subject: Dad's Secret Place Dad's Secret Place By Johnny Smithsonian Warning: This story contains depictions of sexual situations involving a grown man and his son. While the story may be true, this author neither endorses nor condones such behavior, and any potential reader should be forewarned that some of the images and depictions may be offensive to some audiences. If man/boy incest doesn't appeal to you, don't read this story! Part One: Bonding When our mother died, my brother was only ten and I was nearing thirteen. We were regular kids, born and raised on an Indiana farm, with a dad who worked his hardest to ensure that our finances kept above water and we had food on the table. He worked full time on the farm and worked part time doing construction in order to fill in the economic gaps. We were just a blue collar family in the heartland of America, trying to make it on our own. After our mother's death, our family seemed destined to be ruined. She had done everything around the house, tended the animals on the farm, and still had time to go to PTA meetings. We called her "super mom" because she never let anyone down and was always energetic. All Travis and I knew began to crumble when Mom died. Dad seemed different, working longer hours on the farm and keeping out of sight most the time. Finances were tight because Dad had to spend more time on the farm and try to keep all our business in town and the deliveries up. I had great sympathy for the man; he was my hero. It was a Sunday night, our usual "big dinner" night, but all that was left over in our freezer were TV dinners, and I was sick of the same old mashed potatoes and TV dinner peas, so I made an effort to put something together, something like what Mom might make. It wasn't long before I realized that I was a pretty good cook, and Dad noticed immediately. "Sport!" Dad said, with an enthusiasm that I hadn't heard in almost a month. "Yeah." "This is great. What is this? Some kind of stir fry?" I absolutely loved hearing my dad with an heir of enthusiasm in his voice. "Yeah. It's not that great." I said modestly. "Yes it is. Isn't this good Travis?" "Um hum." Travis was never enthusiastic about anything, especially anything having to do with me. "Thanks." I took a bite. "I guess it isn't that bad." "You must get your talents from your mother." Dad smiled at me with a twinkle in his eye. It was a look that I wanted to bottle and save for the rest of my life. I didn't know if it was pride, happiness, or just contentment, but whatever it was, I hadn't seen it in ages. As the two ate, I felt as though we had somehow gotten back to normal. It was almost as if Mom were here, just upstairs doing her hair for a night on the town or working out in the barn, unconcerned with her own nutritional well being. It felt like everything was back to normal, and I could sense that Dad and Travis felt it too. It was the first good night since her death, and I wanted it to continue. "Maybe I'll cook tomorrow night too. Just to see what else I've got in me." We laughed and Dad smiled again, taking another bite of his beef and vegetable stir fry. "Sounds like a plan kiddo!" It wasn't long before I was cooking every night, using some of Mom's secret recipes, and making what my dad called, "gourmet" dinners. All of us seemed better to a degree. Dad was much spunkier in his demeanor than he used to be, and I could see our family bonding over the dinner table, some of the only times that we ever got to spend time together, aside from watching one hour of TV after dessert. My desire to keep everything in a positive state caused me to take on more and more duties that Mom used to do. After school got out for the summer, I signed on to help Dad with the barn and to keep house. I even began to shop for the family and to plan all meals and help with finances. I grew from an immature boy to a man in one summer, though I was still only twelve years old. Although I was busier than any of my friends, I was happy to do it, in order to keep the peace and help the family thrive. Our lives began to return to normal, and dad was more interested in doing fun things again, rather than over working and moping around the house. Working with Dad was the best part of all. It was our bonding time, and it was when Dad appeared to be happiest. "Hey Greggie!" He called to me, hay fork in hand. "Yeah, Dad?" "Come help me with the barn. If we clean it all up we can go out for dinner tonight, we'll order pizza and give you a break from cookin,' whattya say, sport?" "Alright!" Two hours went by before we realized it and stopped to go in for some water. Dad wiped his brow with a handkerchief and threw it over to me. I wiped my forehead and looked at Dad as he watched me. He smiled. "You know, your mom and I used to do this." He chuckled slightly and closed his eyes for a moment. "Whattya mean, Dad?" "When I was just about your age and I worked on Grandpa's farm." He paused and walked up to, laying his hand on my shoulder. "Your grandpa would tell me I couldn't go out until the barn work was done. Well..." He chuckled again and shook my shoulder as he gazed up at the loft. "She only lived down the road so she'd sneak over here and help me with the barn work. What would have taken me at least four hours we did in two. Then, she'd sneak out again and dad would check the barn, amazed that I'd completed all the work in the barn." Again, he chuckled as he stared up. "Then, she'd conveniently walk up to the house and ask if I could go out. He couldn't say no, then. I don't think he ever figured it out." I looked up at my dad with awe for he was the most handsome and manly guys I'd ever seen. He was exactly what I wanted to be when I grew up. Dad looked down at me and smiled. "Those were good times." Then he paused and gazed at me with his piercing blue eyes. There was something strange in that look he gave me, but like the story he told, I didn't understand it, just relished the fact that my dad was back to normal and I had been the catalyst for this change. He wrapped his arm around my back, grasped my opposite shoulder and squeezed as he pulled me into his torso. "Now I've got my son helping me." I thought I may have seen a tear fall from his eye, but I wasn't sure. "Come on," he said as he walked me in the house, his arm still wrapped around me, "let's go tell Travis we're ordering pizza!" Most of that summer's days were spent with Dad working out in the barn or cutting the grass on our twelve acres and me working heartily at cooking and cleaning the house. Travis was usually off goofing around in the woods with his pipsqueak friends, playing pirates or whatever it was that they did. We'd have lunch and dinner together and Travis would return home just before bedtime, grabbing a string cheese out of the fridge before he went up to his room to play his video games. Dad and I spent most days together and usually ended up passing out together on the couch after watching a movie on TV or one of my favorite shows that he endured. We had really bonded greater than ever before. Travis had inherited the nickname "sport," which he thought was awesome, and Dad started calling me "babe." Everything was so slow and gradual that I hadn't realized that Dad was no longer inviting his buddies over for poker or going out on Saturdays, except taking us boys out for pizza or Chinese food. I can remember the day dad showed me the spot like it was yesterday. I had just put together sandwiches and fruit and laid it on the table. I filled a glass of water and dropped in several ice cubes and took it out to dad. When I got outside I could hear the rev of the tractor's motor, so I waited, seated on a flat rock near the back of the house, for dad to make his way around the house. When he came around he recognized my presence immediately. A huge, glaring smile streaked across his face and he held up a finger to let me know he'd be a minute. I can't say that I minded him working a bit more before he went inside. Seeing my father aboard a big, green tractor, shirtless with his tight jeans pulled down slightly by the seat, exposing the elastic waistband of his underwear and his tanned, sweaty lower back send shivers through my body. I couldn't explain it then, and I can't today, but the more time I spent with Dad, the more I admired him. Without realizing it, I had become attracted to him, yet at that point I passed it off as only admiration for my fatherly hero. When Dad made it around, he jumped off the tractor and walked over to me. I watched attentively as he walked; I was in awe of his well defined muscles and sun browned skin. I even noticed the way his dark hair would make little triangles on his forehead and send beads of sweat onto his smooth chest. What I noticed the most was the excitement in his face at seeing me waiting on the rock. "Look at you." He said as he walked up to me. "Face all scrunched up in the sun. You know, you could have waited outside." "It's okay. I like watching you work." He took the glass and chugged it, the ice clinking against the glass as his Adam's apple slid down his throat. "Ah! You have impeccable timing, you know that babe?" After lunch Dad leaned back in his chair. He talked to me about how the farm was doing and his plans for the extra money we were making. "What do you think about an in ground pool?" My face lit up with delight. "That would be SO cool!" I said, enthusiastically. "Be a nice place to relax after a long day of work, eh?" "Yeah, totally awesome, Dad!" "You don't need to call me that anymore, babe." Dad smiled and looked me deep in the eyes. He got up to put his plate in the sink and I got up to wash them. "You mean, Dad?" "Yeah." He paused when our hands touched in the dish water. "You've proven yourself as a man, now. Now that you're a man, you can call me..." Then he paused. He turned to me with bubbles sticking to his hand and touched my cheek. He gazed at me softly. "Wha..." Something was happening and I couldn't speak. I wanted to ask what he wanted me to call him, but I knew as his eyes locked onto mine and he winked. For that moment we were not father and son, we were something bigger than that. "Hey! This isn't where you relax after a hard day's work. Come on." "Okay." I followed right behind Dad, tired from working and not really feeling up for a hike. When we reached the stream, he laid out the blanket and planted himself on the right side facing the stream, under a couple willows. "Cool." I stood in awe. It was in a valley between two major hills and completely hidden by the trees from everyone and everything around. "Isn't this nice?" Dad looked out at the stream and patch of wilderness that surrounded it, the sound of birds chirping and little jets of water hitting small rocks was the only noise that could be heard. "Yeah, it's really peaceful." Dad laid back, staring up at the sky. "Come on, babe. Lay down." "Out here?" "Hell yeah" Dad said. "The trees keep you cool and the sound of the stream just lulls ya to sleep. Even been late for dinner a couple time cuz I passed out here." I watched him attentively before I followed suit and laid down myself. I sighed and closed my eyes. Dad was right, it really was peaceful out there. The breeze from the trees blew ever-so-softly against my skin and was beginning to evaporate the remnants of sweat on my father's barrel chest. "You can't tell anyone about this place. It's a secret." I shook my head and he reached over and tweaked my nose. "Your mom and I used to come out here and relax when you kids were at school. We'd go for a little swim and then...well, fall asleep listening to the stream and the wind in the trees." "This is cool, Dad..." "What did I say about calling me that?" Dad smiled and turned toward me, on his side. He tweaked my nose again and I smiled back. "I love you, babe. You know that, right?" "Yeah...babe." Dad's smile widened and he let his finger run down my cheek and off my chin. "That's better!" He said and stood up quickly. "Come on, let's go for a swim." Before I had a chance to respond, Dad unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and began pulling them down, revealing his tight, white boxer briefs. I watched for a moment and just stayed lying down, somewhat shocked at the scene. I hesitated and Dad yelled to me as he jumped into the adjacent river. "Jump in!" He motioned for me, but if there was one thing that I was sure of, it was that I was far too shy to take off my shirt and pants in front of him. "That's okay. You can swim. I'll just enjoy the breeze." I can't say what expression I had on my face, but it must not have been very convincing, because Dad ordered me through the "come one...come on..." method. I stood, hesitating again. "Oh, please. You don't have to be shy around me. I used to bath you!" Dad yelled from the river. I looked around for any onlookers, but Dad assured me no one was around. "I told you, this place is secret." He winked and I slid my shirt over my head, letting the cotton fall gently to the dirt floor of the woods. I stared at my father's smile as I gripped the elastic band of my nylon gym shorts. Pulling them down I saw my dad's glowing face. I felt self conscious, my thin, boyish body had not matured in the direction of my father's, but almost immediately I felt better when I drew my eyes away from the ground and saw my dad's warm smile warming my pale, hairless skin. "You look so cute in those little briefs." My father said as he splashed water at me from the river. "Stop!" I yelled at him in a playful, childish manner. When I got into the water, I cradled my arms and let my body sink down so that the water came up to my chest. Dad stood above me and reached his hand out to touch my shoulder. I flinched as a result of my nerves, but Dad didn't act surprised or put of f by it, he simply stroked my bare shoulder softly and reached his forearm around my neck, lightly tickling the hairs on the nape of my neck. "Isn't this wonderful?" Dad pulled in into him; I could feel the heat of his bare torso against mine and I shook my head. My nerves were still getting the best of me. He looked up at the high branches of the trees and we listened as the breeze blew each branch in its unique way; sending single leaves down to the floor of the forest. "Out here we can be anything we want to be, do anything we want to do." He paused and dipped down into the water facing me at eye length. "This is like a magical wonderland" he said, his voice was soft like a whisper but his breath was heavy and his tone was deep. My dad could feel me shaking and he turned around to face me. He spread out his arms and pulled them up around my chest, grabbing me in a gentle hug. He let his chin touch my shoulder and he reassured me in whispers against my ear. My entire being was ultrasensitive; I could feel his hot breath against my lobe and it sent shivers down my spine. His hands traveled from my shoulder blades down to the small of my back and back up. I could feel my body start to ease and he just let himself rest on my body as my muscles began to relax in his warm, gentle arms. "I love you." His whisper landed in my ears but settled in my heart. I felt closer to him than ever before. "I love you too." Then, as he pulled away slightly, he looked me dead in the eyes and leaned it, planting his silky lips on mine. I was shocked but I welcomed it; it felt right at that moment, in that place, and at that time. Then our lips parted and he held me close, pulling me even closer to his warm, smooth body. "I want to share everything with you, babe." He paused and I could feel the warmth from his eyes penetrate me and settle my soul. I sighed with relief, from what I'm not sure. "This..." he paused. "This is the kind of kiss only special people share." With those few words, dad turned his head slightly, closed his eyes, and pressed his lips against mine. Less than a second went by before I felt his lips part and his tongue pushing my lips apart and meeting my own tongue in my mouth. I had never had what my friend's called a "French kiss" but I went with it and let my tongue work it's way around his mouth. Dad let his fingers lightly stroke my naked back as our tongues wrestled against each other in unison.