Date: Sun, 11 May 2008 14:04:30 -0400 From: You Knowme Subject: Dad's Secret Place 3 Part Three: Christening Shortly after I moved all my stuff into Dad's room, Travis left for camp. Dad was finishing up his second job at the market, and we were looking forward to a weekend free from the little squirt and from working all day. Dad thought it would be a good idea for me to spend my nights in my old bedroom as Travis wouldn't understand and would need time to adjust. I honored his wishes, but was dying for the time when I could spend my nights with him, lying next to him as we both drifted off to sleep. It was Friday night when we drove Travis to the camp and headed back. We stopped and got some burgers and fries and Dad avoided mentioning the room situation almost the entire time. I was starting to wonder if he still wanted me to move in with him. From time to time he would look at me with an expression that I didn't understand; I wasn't sure if it was regretful or just thoughtful, but I was getting nervous because he hadn't said anything at all. On the drive home Dad made several attempts to talk to me about it; I could tell because he'd take a breath and start to speak, and then stop abruptly. What I didn't know was that he was trying to figure out how I felt about the situation. Being young, I assumed it was something I had done wrong or something I had said that made him nervous. "Babe?" Dad spoke with a tone that was unfamiliar to me and I could feel my body getting warm with anticipation. "Yeah?" "We have to talk." At that moment, he pulled into a small parking lot and parked the car. I was freaking out inside and it must have shown on my face because Dad immediately sent me a nervous smile to try and calm me, but all it did was make me even more upset. "What's going on Dad?" I paused and he didn't speak. Again, he looked thoughtful. " I mean...if you don't want me to..." "No!" He paused, took a deep breath and then apologized. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that." Another pause. "I just want to talk to you about something, but it's hard for me to say." "It's okay, Dad. You can talk to me." It was at this point that I began to realize that he was having a hard time with something and needed my support. He maneuvered his hand onto the bare skin just above my kneed underneath my khaki shorts. "I just...I want to get your thoughts on something." "On what, Dad?" "What did I say about calling me that, babe?" He smiled and started to inconspicuously rub my leg as he spoke. "Oh, yeah, babe." I smiled in that, mischievous, childish way. "You're entering into manhood now, and..." Pause. "I really want you to have everything you've ever wanted." "I know..." "Well, I want to know...do you want to move into my bedroom and sleep together every night?" He cringed like he couldn't believe what he'd said, but I just lit up. "Yeah! Like...that's definitely what I want!" I couldn't contain my excitement. "It would change everything about our relationship, you know?" "I know..." just then I said about the most prophetic and meaningful thing to date. "But really, Dad, it's already changed..." Then I placed my hand on his. I felt so warm and consoled inside. Dad looked like a light bulb went off in his head when I said that. Then, he tilted his head in a ponderous manner. I looked up at his scruffy, tanned face. His defined jaw and pouty lips called to me. I never noticed just how attractive he was until that moment. I guess I had never looked at him that way before, but since I had taken over for my Mom and he invited me into his life as an equal, I began to see him as a person. He was no longer the super Dad hero that I had built him up to be; he was a real person with real emotions and true colors. I loved him for that even more than I had loved him for just being Dad. I no longer saw him as father but as the sole person who made me feel complete. I guess when that happens you start to feel so connected that you want to somehow demonstrate it to them. "You're right." He smiled an leaned into me. His soft breath tickled my face and I leaned in so our lips touched. We didn't even need to kiss, the closeness between us was all we needed. Then, as his breath pushed lightly against my face, he said the most life-changing thing he could have said. "After all," he said, "I've fallen in love with you." "Me too!" "I want to share everything with you." He kissed me. "There is a world of pleasure and excitement that I want to be the first to share with you. Will you allow me to?" "Oh, yes! Please, show me everything!" We kissed again, this time, our tongues slopped up against each other with a passion that was so intense our bodies were magnetized to each other. I couldn't help but reach for his leg and let my hand travel up to where the seam of his jeans were tight against his engorged cock. I could feel only the sense of it through the rough fabric, and I was afraid he'd reject it, but instead he took my hand and led me atop it, where his bulge was greatest. We managed to stave off our passion until we got home. When we got inside, Dad threw down his keys, locked the door, and didn't even bother to turn on any lights. "Give me five minutes" was all he said, and with that he headed up the stairs. I sat on the sofa by the stairs in the living room, examining myself. I fixed my hair and licked my lips. I knew enough about sex to know that what I was about to share with Dad was the most magical and intense thing any two people could share. I thought back to the time when I walked in on Mom and Dad in bed together. The picture was clear in my mind now; I remembered seeing him lying atop her, thrusting himself up and down. I remembered that she was unaware that I was there, but he saw me. Instead of scolding me or stopping what he was doing, he increased his speed and let his eyes lock onto mine from time to time. It was that look, that time, that compared best to the looks he'd been giving me recently. That deep, passionate, animalistic look that said everything that needed to be said. Only this time, this evening, when he would call me up, I would be the person in that bed with him, sharing that eye contact and receiving him inside of me. The only thing that escaped my juvenile mind was exactly how it would be achieved. In school I learned that men would have sex with women by inserting their penis in their vaginas...but how do men have sex with boys? Part of me wanted to know...needed to know...and another part of me didn't care as long as I was with Dad, sharing that kind of intimacy. "Babe!" Dad yelled from upstairs. "Yes?" "Come on up!" I was so excited and nervous I was shaking, but I didn't hesitate to run up the stairs and freeze in the doorway of the bedroom. What I found in my sight before me was a dark room lit with candles and the glare from the TV screen, and my father in his terry cloth robe, sitting on the edge of the bed, obviously as nervous as I was. I stood with my nerves rattling in my brain; how would I initiate this? What if I did something wrong? But there was no time to think when dad patted the mattress next to him and called me in. I sat down next to my father. I looked up at him and he grinned big. I said nothing, just looked at the blank TV in front of us. Dad had the remote in his hands. "You are so gorgeous" he said and his fingers stroked my cheek, prompting a smile that stretched from ear to ear. "So are you." I fidgeted. My fingers were tugging at the legs of my shorts. I didn't know what to do with them. "I want to you to watch something." He crawled up on his knees and moved behind me. I started to move toward him. "Just sit back and relax and enjoy." He sat down behind me, spreading his legs out to my sides. Then, he pushed play on the remote and started lightly massaging my shoulders, which must have been tense. As the video started, all I could tell was that it was old. It must have been a low budget movie, I thought immediately, because there were lines of static in the beginning and a date splashed in the corner of the screen. When the video started I recognized the actors immediately. They were members of our family. Grandpa was in it, so was Uncle Mark, and Dad was in it too, though I only recognized Grandpa because both Uncle Mark and Dad were too young to recognize. "Who are they?" I asked, innocently. "That's Grandpa Turner." On the screen I could see a young man, probably in his twenties, lying on a bed. "And that's me and your Uncle Mark." Just then, two young boys, about the age of ten and twelve entered the picture from off camera. As I watched I realized that Grandpa looked a lot like Dad did when he was in his twenties. Dad paused the tape and leaned into me, still massaging my shoulders. I began to relax and could feel an intensity in the air that had not been there before. "You see, babe..." Dad paused and rested his chin on my shoulder. "Your grandpa and Daddy and Uncle Mark had a very special relationship. The kind that you and I have now." I was shocked. I knew exactly what he meant, and for some odd reason, I wanted him to replay the tape. I knew I was going to see Dad when he was young, naked and I would learn what it was that boys did with men. "The video you are about to watch is one we took when we were making love. I was your age here. I think you'll like it." Just then, as he finished his sentence, Dad let one hand move down to my short and cup my package in his palm. "Yep." He giggled. "I think you'll really like it." Then, Dad restarted the tape. It went from him and Uncle Mark jumping on the bed, to an image of my father at twelve, standing in front of the camera, smiling the same way he does now, except in a much younger body. I examined the boy in front of me. He was slim, like myself, and had no tan. He was wearing only a pair of briefs, and it was obvious that his little pecker was standing up inside them. Then, Grandpa appeared behind him. He was built similar to my dad: defined with a pseudo-muscular build, smooth all over. He was evidently naked, hiding behind my young dad. Give `em a show, boy! At that, my young dad started shaking his hips and grabbing his hard on over his underwear. That's my hot little lover! Grandpa's blue eyes seemingly looked into the camera as he spoke and he soon sneaked up on Dad at twelve, and grabbed his butt. Then, Dad laughed and pulled down his underpants, exposing his cock that was poking out, straight towards the camera. Come here and take care of your Daddy! At that, the camera moved over a bit and I got a full shot of Grandpa's throbbing cock as he laid down on the bed. My young Dad crawled over and scooted in between his legs, shooting the camera a wink. Without hesitation, the young boy who was my father, scooped down and licked the Grandpa's dick and caused him to flinch and laugh. As I watched the video, my Dad massaged my shoulders and whispered in my ear. "I always loved licking his penis. It tasted so good." I was getting so excited that I felt like I would explode. Just seeing my father's smooth, boyish body on the screen was enough to erupt my senses. I examined the way his young body bent down and the way his tongue swirled around the head of Grandpa's dick. I could hear Dad breathing harder behind me and could feel his penis poking my back as we watched. The boy in the video, the one that used to be my dad, looked so much like me that I began to realize that I would soon grow up to have the tiny waist, broad shoulders, and bubble butt that my dad had now. I reached over to my Dad's legs and started to stroke his lower thighs as I watched. He welcomed it and the more I touched him, the more he whispered to me. "I want to love you like that," he said as an image of Grandpa taking Dad's penis in his mouth filled the screen. "I have to make love to you, son." This comment sent shivers down my spine because it was the first time we'd been intimate that he acknowledged me as his son and not as only, "babe." The video went on, but I found myself less interested in it and more interested in my dad's traveling hands that eventually landed on my stomach, pulling my shirt up over my head. "Dad?" "Yes, babe?" "Can we turn this off?" I turned toward him, now my knees planted squarely in between his legs and my shirt landing on the bed. "You don't like it?" He sounded disappointed. "I do." I paused and leveraged myself by putting my hands on Dad's thighs. "But I don't want to watch it." Then Dad smiled and immediately turned it off. It was at that point that I noticed that the placement of my knees had sent Dad's robe open and I could see the smooth, white skin of his inner thighs that led up to a pair of black briefs where a huge lump was seated before me. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. I wanted to touch it and I wanted to taste it the way Dad had tasted Grandpa's. "You can touch, son. I don't bite." He smiled again and led my hand to the bulge. I could feel the outline of his thick, hard cock in my tiny palm. Then, Dad undid the tie of his robe and let it fall open in front of me. I could see his belly button, the way it sit just above the elastic band of his underpants and the trail of hair that led up from his nether region. "I want you to explore your Daddy, okay?" "Okay..." I whimpered a little from excitement. "I'm just gonna lay back here." Then, he grabbed onto my waist and planted a kiss on me. I could feel the scratchy texture of his five o'clock shadow against my face and it excited me even more. Time froze as Dad lay down on the bed before me. I looked deeply into his gorgeous blue eyes and watched as his lips parted and spread with a devilish grin. His teeth shined in the light and the way the tips of his mousy brown hair poked up against the pillow excited me. I wanted to run my fingers through his hair, down his face and his chest, touching every intimate crevice of his body. Just the anticipation sent electric chills through me and I still couldn't move. As I sat there, kneeling before my almost-naked father, lying before me smiling and waiting for me to touch him, I let my eyes move around his body. I examined the dark, rough whiskers on his face, the way they wound around his broad jaw line and slithered down against his Adam's apple and stopped where the darkest of his skin became his chest. I looked at how smooth and flawless his olive skin was as I let my eyes make their way down to his chest. He was lying with his hands propped behind his head; his arms open to me and his chest barreling out towards me. The way his nipples sat almost perfectly centered against his toned but not overly muscular pecks, my dick throbbed. I let my eyes move down to his stomach and the modest line that started at the bottom of the eight shape his chest made and went down to his belly. Dad didn't have a six pack by any means, but his stomach was tight against the muscles below from days and days of hard work on the farm. When my eyes landed on the huge lump that contained his raging hard dick below his black, cotton boxer briefs with the Calvin Klein elastic band hugging his hips, I died to grab onto it and pull them down, but instead, I savored the image of the V that his crotch made, leading to Dad's smooth, white thighs and his strong, hairy calves that lead to his big, strong feet that were not probing my crotch as I sat kneeling toward the foot of the bed. "Come on, son," Dad spoke in a deep, sensuous tone as his big toe tickled my scrotum. "I want you to explore me...all of me!"