Date: Tue, 15 Sep 2020 12:31:50 +0800 From: J. Dumas Subject: The Adventures of Lincoln and His Dad 2 The Adventures of Lincoln and His Dad: Chapter 2 "Hey, bud. You are going to be late if you don't start preparing for school now." I woke up with my dad stroking my hair. I looked at him, and I saw him with a big smile. Suddenly, the memories of last night came to me. I instantly felt guilty in front of my dad. I wanted to say sorry, but he has no idea what I had done. Dad leaned and sniffed near my face. "What's that smell?" He laughed. " You smell like dried spit." My heart beats fast. If only my dad know whose spit covered my face. Not just my face but also my penis and butthole. I don't want to keep a secret from my dad. "Dad, I--" "Come on. I made you breakfast, " he said, cutting me off. "Wash your face first." "O-Okay," I said weakly. Dad went down first. After washing my face, I descended down the stairs. I haven't changed my clothes. I just remembered that my tops has been soaked with my own semen. Well, my shirt and the sof-- I was pulled away from my thoughts when I saw dad working on the sofa. "What's this?" he said, eagerly wiping the wet patch on the sofa. My face flushed pink. My semen had dried leaving a round yellowish patch on our white sofa. Dad saw me. "You know what's this thing?" he asked. "I-I," I swallowed a lump that formed in my throat. Before I could continue, all the guilt of the world hit me. And I started to sob. I sob like I haven't done before. No one had made me cry before because dad always protect me. So, when dad saw me crying, he immediately stood up and pulled me into a tight embrace. "What's the matter, bud?" he asked, stroking my shoulder gently. My face is buried in his chest, and there, I cried a pool of tears. Dad pulled me with him as he sat on the sofa. He sat me on his lap sideward and continued stoking my shoulder and legs like a baby. He kissed me on the forehead. "What's the matter, bud? You know you can always tell dad," he said soothingly. "Daddy, I," I started again. I inhaled deep to stop my tears. "I-I did things with your workmate John." "What do you mean things, Lincoln?" dad said, his brows meeting. "H-He made me play with my p-penis. And then he played with it h-himself. T-then he started telling me about other things to p-play with myself," I stuttered. "H-He p-put his fingers inside my butt." "That son of a--" "Please, dad. Don't be angry just with him. Be angry at me too. Because, I-I liked what he did. But I don't like John. I only l-like you. I wished it was you who did that to me!" I said and hugged him, wrapping my arms around his neck. Dad was silent. I buried my face, which is red from my confession, on my dad's shoulder. I am scared and still guilty, but at the same time, I am relieved to finally tell my dad what I felt for him. Dad has been silent for a long time. I began to think he is really angry at me too. I started to loosen my embrace. But, suddenly, he moved my legs to both of his sides. Then he hugged me like I am only a baby. I remembered those day we cuddle like this when I was just a toddle. "What else did he do to you?" dad asked, stroking my back. I told him everything from the start, when I woke up hungry until the time I passed out with John's fingers inside me. I told him every detail including John's spitting in my face and that, it was John's spit he had smelled from me earlier. "I will kill that guy when I saw him," dad said grudgingly. I hugged him tighter. "Let me clean you up first." Dad has probably noticed that I stink of semen. He carried me up to the bathroom, with my arms and legs wrapped around his body. I wished to stay like that forever. Dad put me down on the tub. I stared at him, secretly hoping he would bath with me. "Are you fine with taking a bath together?" dad asked. I nodded vigorously. Dad smiled faintly. I guess he was still sad about what happened between me and John. I blame myself for it. I don't want to see my daddy sad. Dad filled the tub and we took off our clothes. I didn't look at dad naked because I'm afraid he wouldn't like me to see. He went behind me on the tub and started scrubbing my back. Then, he scrubbed the rest of my body. He paid particular attention to my penis which he hasn't touch for many years. It twitched unintentionally, but dad seemed not to care. He cleaned it to get rid of John's spit that recently covered it. I gasped when dad moved down further to my butthole. "It's okay. I'm just gonna clean you from that pervert's touch." Dad ran his soapy fingers along my crack. "Are you sure that's all he did to you? Nothing more?" Dad sounded worried. "Yes, dad. I won't lie to you," I told him. He kissed me on the cheek. I instantly felt happy. I blushed like a love-struck teenage girl. His fingers continued cleaning my butt. Dad went off the tub first. He told me to soak more while he's dressing. He came back and dried me. I stood there in the bathroom while my dad toweled my boyish body. I'm guessing the redness of my cheeks never went away. Then dad carried me to my bed still naked. He told me to lie on my back and raise my legs. He put an ointment in his hand and applied it to my butt crack. I was startled when dad pulled my cheeks apart and applied ointment further inside my hole. "Does it hurt here?" he asked. "No, dad." "Better be sure and apply ointment if there really is injury," he said. "I'm sorry," I told him. Dad went beside me on the bed. "I told you it's not your fault, Lincoln." "I'm sorry I let him touch me. I want it to be you. I-I have been wanting you to touch me," I said with my penis hard as rock. I covered it with my hands. "Why are you covering it then?" dad chuckled. "I didn't even know you are already growing into a young man. I didn't know you started having hairs." If I could get any redder, I did. Dad's hand found its way toward my pubic bush. He stroked it gently, playing with the short hair using his fingers. I squirmed. My penis hurt from the extreme hardness. "Please, dad. Touch me," I was shocked by my own voice. "I really love you, dad. You are the only one I love." Dad leaned and kissed me full on the lips. I closed my eyes and removed the hands that cover my penis. It bounced back and hit my dad's hands. Dad wrapped his fingers around it and I moaned. "Ahh!" Dad took the chance and entered his tongue inside my mouth. He kissed me the way I saw on romantic movies. I felt his tongue touched every corner of my mouth. "Did John kiss you?" he asked pulling inches away from me. I shook my head no. "Good," he said and resumed conquering my untouched mouth. Dad started stroking my penis and I kept moaning while he kissed me. He bit gently both of my lips. I started to kiss him back. "Is this your first kiss, son?" dad asked kissing my nose then eyes. I nodded. I can't speak from the pleasure dad is giving me. "I have missed a lot from you growing up. I became busy with my job to make a living for you, and I did not notice you are drifting away from me," dad said and I saw something shined at the corner of his eyes. It was tears. I pulled him close to me. "No, dad. I never stopped loving you. Everyday, I wished we would go back to the way we are in the past. A-and more. I want to be your l-lover," I confessed all the three years of my desire for my dad. He kissed me again, this time, with more passion. He took his hands from my penis to stroke every part of my body. "You're a big boy now," he said, when he came to my armpit with thick but short blond hairs. I let him touch my body. I have been longing for him to do that for a long time. Dad put his hands back to my penis again after what seemed like ages. He jerked it four or five times and I was already spewing semen everywhere. A lot went to my chest and belly, but a few drops fell on my dad's hand. When I recovered from the release, I immediately grabbed his hand and was about to clean the mess I made when dad stopped it midway to my mouth. "What are you doing?" he asked. "I'm going to clean it. John told me to do the same with his hand." Mentioning that must not be a good idea because dad's countenance darkened. "Don't listen to anything he say, Lincoln. Only do what you want to do," he said. I nodded and let go of his hand. If there's anything I want to taste, it's my dad's semen. I was amazed when I saw dad raised his fingers to his mouth and licked the drops of my semen. When his hand is clean, he even leaned down and licked my body from the rest of my semen. I hugged him after that. He hugged me as tight. I was still naked, but I did not care. I instantly fell asleep in my dad's arms, which I haven't done for years. When I became awake, dad was tenderly fondling my body from my back and arms down to my legs and feet. He saw me awake and smiled sweetly. "I have missed you, my boy," he said nuzzling his face to my hair. "I promise I'll never let you be alone and sad anymore. I'll do whatever my boy wishes." "Really?" I asked. It seemed like a dream for me. "Yes. If you want, you can sleep in my room forever again," he said. "Oh, yes!" I said excitedly. I sat up with my excitement I forgot I was still naked. Dad laughed. "I will never miss anything about you growing up again. I'll watch your armpit hair grow and your pubic hair too." I blushed. "What? It's what you want, isn't it? "Yes!" I said. "Now, get up! Breakfast is now very cold." Dad sighed. "You can't go to school at this hour." "Yahoo!" I celebrated. Dad kissed me on the lips. "You never fail me with your cuteness," he said. I blushed again. "What's that? You're always blushing in everything I say." He laughed "Because I love you," I said. "Well, I love you too," dad said showering me with kisses. I felt so happy and loved that I almost exploded. Dad fetched me an underwear and a shirt. He wore it on me and we went down. "You are not working today?" I asked him on the stairs. "Nope," he said. "Oh, I forgot to tell you about your birthday gift." I looked at him confusedly. "Next week is the start of your summer vacation, right?" I nodded. "Well, we'll be going on a trip." I gasped. I jumped and rode on his back. "Thank you, dad. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" I kissed him many times on his cheeks. He is laughing. We ate breakfast that morning and spent the day with each other. I told my dad everything he missed for three years. I told him about the first time I ejaculated. And that, just last month, I started growing armpit hairs and pubes. We are back to the way we used to be before. I'm so happy, and that's only the start of our adventures.