Date: Mon, 5 May 2008 18:00:36 -0400 From: You Knowme Subject: Dad's Secret Place 2 Part Two: Home Alone Dad and I went to what we called our ?secret place? as often as possible. The kisses became more frequent and every morning dad would pull me aside and we would kiss each other goodbye. Because of the drought that was upon our area, dad had to get a part time job off of the farm to ensure that we?d eat. I was in charge of the house and the farm for a few weeks. The summer was whisking away and I began to become bitter towards my dad because I never saw him anymore. I wasn?t sure why, but I felt as though he was neglecting me, that I had worked so hard to deserve more of his attention. For the first week I was alone, Travis out playing with his friends and dad working at the market, I worked almost every minute, only taking breaks long enough to get a drink of water or eat lunch. After that first week, the farm had become easy work simply because there was so little that could be done without some sort of rainfall. I checked the weather everyday, but there was no forecast for rain in the near future, so I used my time to explore. One day, when I was bored I organized our movies, CDs, and books and sorted through the photo albums. I looked at pictures of my mother and father when they were younger and at us kids at birthday parties, weddings, and other special occasions. As I relived my life through pictures, the only thing I could think about was how much I missed Dad and how much I loved laying with him in the sun and wading half naked in the river kissing all afternoon, getting sunburns and not caring because we were together. Then it occurred to me; was this the same feeling that my parents had had towards each other? Was this what everyone called ?love?? I wasn?t sure and didn?t know if I would ever be sure, but I felt this enormous need to feel the comfort of my dad and I was bound and determined to do anything to get it. My dad?s bedroom had been a sacred place that us kids weren?t allowed in. In fact, when we were younger, Dad had us trained to wait in the hall outside his door, even if he was just going in to grab something. I always assumed that every parent was like that, and maybe they are, but I felt that a time had come when I had earned to right to enter. So I did. When I walked in, I looked around. I hadn?t been in there since Mom had died and everything was different. Dad had taken down everything that she had put up and the room was messy and things were strewn around in a disorderly fashion; Mom always kept it clean and tidy. I felt weird walking in, seeing his clothes on the floor and drawers thrown open, and I almost ran out immediately, fearful that somehow I?d get caught. But I didn?t. Instead, I started exploring. I picked up a pile of clothes on the floor and threw it on the bed, going through each item. As I picked up a short, his gym shorts, and jeans, I pressed them against my face and smelled them. I had always loved my father?s smell; there was something comforting about it. When I was a kid I would wrap myself in the blanket that he kept in his recliner in the living room and would smell it as I watched TV, when I was alone. The last item of clothing in the pile was a white pair of briefs, the kind that I wore but didn?t know that he wore. I hesitated because something in my head thought something was wrong with this, but I rubbed the soft cotton against my face and took in big whiffs, my nose placed right up against the crotch. These had a very different, more musty and manly smell, and when I smelled them, my eyes rolled back and I could feel my pants getting tight. I didn?t bother trying to figure out why my entire body felt exhilarated and I was getting a hard on. In stead, I laid down on the bed, letting my head fall back off the edge with his dirty briefs lying on my face. I reached down and pressed on my crotch. Reason escaped me as I shot up quickly, unzipped my pants and pulled them down below my knees. I let my dick poke out through the hole in my briefs and when I touched it and let my dad?s underwear sit on my face, I wrapped my fingers around the shaft and yanked on it. I had jacked off before, so I knew what I was doing, and as I let my tongue leave my mouth and touch the crotch of his underpants, I could feel my body shiver with ecstasy. Quietly I moaned as I came closer and closer, whispering Daddy as I massaged my purple head, sending a kind of exhilaration through my body that I had never experienced before. It wasn?t because I was masturbating but because I was doing it while smelling Dad?s dirty laundry. Just as I came close to climax, as I separated myself from the material world into a fantasy world where Dad laid down and told me to touch him everywhere, I heard a voice. ?You?re in big trouble!? ?Travis!? I shot up immediately, letting my dad?s briefs fall onto the floor, off my face. ?What are you doing?? Travis stood there, his forehead wrinkled in wonderment. ?Whaa?what are you doing home. You were at Jimmy?s. Why?? I knew I wasn?t making any sense, but as I covered myself, Travis turned from astonished to cocky. ?I?m gonna tell!? He gloated as he stood there proud of his discovery. ?No! Travis, don?t?? ?Ha! I got you. You were in Dad?s room.? I didn?t know exactly what he?d seen, but I knew he?d seen my jacking off. He must have known what I was doing. Then, Travis walked away, almost bouncing in step. I followed Travis around all day trying to convince him not to tell dad. After I had spent hours talking to him, his demeanor changed; he wasn?t as cocky as before, though he still said he was going to tell. Then, as I had expected, he began to ask questions. ?What were you doing in there, anyway?? He said, as he turned off the TV and turned himself toward me on the sofa. I sat down next to him, facing him. I put on my serious face and looked down in shame as I spoke. ?Well, what did you see?? ?Oh, I?m not falling for that!? He said with a cocky grin again. ?You tell me!? ?Well, I was?they call it?well, I was doing what all boys do when they get older.? I said, trying to sidestep the subject. ?Why does everyone do that?? ?What do you mean, everyone?? I asked, becoming more inquisitive myself and starting to forget that I really was in big trouble. ?Well, Jimmy does that too! So does his dad. Do you do that with dad?? He paused for a second and I took a breath. Then he finished before I had a chance to speak. ?Why do you get to do cool things like that with Dad and I don?t?? ?Travis?? I didn?t even know what to say. His immaturity was showing through; he truly was na‹ve and didn?t understand what was going on. ?Jimmy says that all dads and sons do that together.? Then he paused and looked down. At that moment I realized just how cute my brother really was. He was usually being annoying or mean to me, so I never realized the defined jaw he had, just like Dad. I also never noticed how smooth his skin was and how pretty his blue eyes were. I lifted his chin with my fingers when I saw tears streaming down his face. ?Travis?? Again, I didn?t know what to say. ?You?re Dad?s favorite!? He started to sob. ?He doesn?t love me like he loves you!? He was yelling but it wasn?t anger in his voice, it was hurt and it broke my heart. I really did love my little brother, but it took a time like this to realize it. ?No!? I said. ?Dad loves you just as much!? ?Yeah, right!? Travis said, wiping his tears with my help. ?How come you guys have a secret spot? How come Dad always kisses you special?? I didn?t know that he knew about that stuff and I didn?t know he cared anyway. ?How come you get to go into Dad?s room?? ?The truth is?? I almost blew my own cover before realizing I had cover. He thought I actually was allowed in Dad?s room. I decided, very abruptly, to keep it that way. ?It?s just cuz I?m older, Travis. It?s just because I know things that you don?t. You?ll know them someday.? ?Really?? He said in a whimper, not unlike that of a puppy. ?Yeah.? I pulled him close to me and hugged him. Travis and I had worked out a deal. He would keep his mouth shut if I would teach him what he needed to know to have what I had with Dad. I didn?t really know exactly what I would teach him because I wasn?t entirely sure what it was I could teach him, but jacking off was the first order of business. We agreed that the next morning I would start training him. That night, when dad got home, Travis kept quiet. In fact, he and I smirked at each other with our little secret plan as we ate dinner. It rained at about eight o?clock, after Travis was fast asleep in our room. I was up watching TV and Dad was doing paperwork. When I heard the rain drops rapping on the shingles, I ran into Dad?s office and we slammed into each other. We laughed hysterically and declared, in unison, ?It?s raining!? Dad pulled me into him, close and tight and planted the most passionate kiss on me. Our tongues raveled around each other and as we kissed, Dad leaded me to the sofa. As we sat on the sofa, our lips never parting, his hands worked their way around my torso, passionately grabbing onto my shoulders and chest. I let my own hands travel around him as well and when we broke we looked into each other?s eyes. I could feel the elatedness in the air. Dad would be able to quit his other job and we would be able to be together again. ?I?ve missed you like crazy, babe!? He said as he leaned into me. ?Me too.? I looked down, thinking of telling Dad about today. I felt close to him and a big part of me felt that he would forgive me for what I did. Another part of me wanted to tell him to express to him how I felt and see if he felt the same. There was another miniscule ounce of me, the one that ended up winning the battle in my head, that felt too afraid to say anything. ?Things are going to be different? Dad said as he looked at me. ?Yeah, it?ll be better now. You can quit your job.? ?I mean, everything is going to be different.? He had the kind of look in his eyes that said he was speaking seriously and I felt an excitement building up inside of me. ?Huh?? ?I know about what happened today,? he said. ?Don?t tell your brother that he told me.? Dad didn?t seem upset or shocked by the information. ?I?m glad he told me. He wasn?t being malicious. He was trying to help.? ?Well?? I was going to explain, but dad just kissed me deeply again. ?You don?t have to say anything. I understand.? Then, Dad pulled me up off the sofa. ?Look, babe,? he said as he wrapped his strong arms around me and I could feel his hands land on my butt. ?Things have changed with us. I love you in a way that I never did before. I want to share everything with you.? He took my hand and led me up to his bedroom. When we arrived, he motioned me in. ?From now on, this is your bedroom.? ?With you?? I asked with astonishment. ?Yes. Together.?