Date: Sun, 20 Nov 2011 14:11:02 -0500
From: Butt Boy <buttby@gmail.com>
Subject: Caged Chapter 9:  This is my beloved Son ...

I woke up in a cold sweat on Sunday with a premonition that it wasn't going to
be a good day.  The house was quiet.  Usually, I heard Dad getting up but there
was no usual, "Time to get up Boys," Just quiet.

I went to the bathroom to wash up and, since we would be going to church, I got
dressed in my good clothes.  I went downstairs and started to make breakfast.
Dad came down and then Terry and Mike.  We all sat down to French toast but no
one said a word.

We drove to church together and Dad met some of our neighbors and Mike joined a
group of his friends.  Terry stayed with me by the car.  He didn't say a word
but I knew that he wanted to protect me.   Some of his friends looked our way
but Terry must have signaled them to stay away.  Some of my friends must have
known something was up because they stayed away as well.  Nate wasn't there
because his family never went to church.

Soon the bells rang and we all started to go in.  Dad waited for us by the
stairs and we went in together.   The service was the usual with hymns and
lessons and the gospel.  I got nervous when one of the lessons was about men
lying down with men.  I knew something bad was going to happen.

Reverent Richard got up to give the sermon and he had that righteous look about
him.  I thought smug and vindictive.  I thought to myself, keep your eyes down
and try to hide behind the man in front of you.  The sermon went on but I wasn't
paying any attention.  I was just trying to stay hidden.  Suddenly, all eyes
were on me and I heard Reverend Richards using my name.  He yelled again, "Will,
come up here and kneel before the alter."

I immediately turned to Terry who had a look of fear on his face as if he were a
deer looking into the headlights.  Mike was next to him and he had that leer on
his face.  I then turned to Dad who looked confused.  So I got up and went up to
the alter.  Reverent Richards then went on about how boys had to stay chaste and
not give into self-gratification.  It only led to homosexuality.  Then he looked
down on me and said, "This boy has started on the road to sin and damnation.  He
is on the road to homosexuality.  I have had to put his genitals in a cage to
prevent him from pleasuring himself."

Just then, I heard a lot of commotion behind me.  More like someone telling
people to get out of his way.  I looked around and saw Dad stomping up the aisle
and he stood before Reverend Richards and said, "No-one, not even you, are going
to humiliate my son like this.  This is plain mean and I want no part of this
church."

He reached down and grabbed my arm and helped me up.  He then turned around and
put his arm over my shoulder.  He then leaned down and whispered to me, "We are
going to leave this church so keep your heard high, just like me.  No tears."
And he walked proudly down the aisle with me looking at this man that I had
never seen before.  I heard Terry excuse himself as he came out as well.  Mike
followed a little later but by the side aisle.

When we got outside, Dad picked me up in his arms and held me tight and said, "I
love you Will.  More than you will ever know."  I had never heard him say that
to me.  Mom was the one who talk of love; Dad about obedience.  I just put my
arms around his neck and grabbed onto him with all the strength that I had.  I
wanted him to know how much he meant to me and I could only do that by squeezing
him as hard as I could.

We got in the car and drove home.  No one said a word but Terry just looked at
me with a smile.

When we got home, Dad said to go into the living room because he wanted to talk
to us.  We never sat in the living room.  It was Mom's room for when visitors
came calling.  We didn't know where to sit.  I just sat on one end of the couch
and Mike sat on the other.  Terry came over and sat between us.

Then Dad came in.  It was quiet for a while and then Dad said, "I want you boys
to know that I love you more than anything.  I know you haven't heard much of
that lately, especially from me.  I thought a lot last night about the last
week.  What Will has gone through, what I did, and ... what I didn't do."

I had never heard Dad say so much and he wasn't through.

"Seeing Will dressed in an apron reminded me of your Mother.  I haven't thought
much of her lately what with so much to do.  But Will looked so much like her
and I remembered how kind she was.  How she never criticized anyone.  She could
always see two sides. "

We all had tears in our eyes as he said this.  Those memories reminded us how
much we missed her.

"Will," Dad said, "Here is the key and I want you to take off that cage.  And I
want you to be brave enough to tell me what your true feelings are.  I don't
want any of you boys to be afraid of what or who you are.  That is just plain
wrong.  Well?"

I didn't know what to say.  I was so convinced last night that I was not going
to be gay but now Dad had given me an opportunity to speak out.

"Dad," I said softly, "I might like boys better than girls."

Dad said, "Come here" and I went over to him and he grabbed me and pulled me
into his chest and hugged me.  And he said softly, "Will, I don't know what I
was thinking last week but I want you to know that it is OK with me if you like
boys better than girls.  But please be careful because some people will not
treat you the way you deserve to be treated.  And I wouldn't want you to be
hurt."

Then he turned me around and said to Mike and Terry, "You boys better stand up
for Will if anything happens at school or anywhere else, you hear? "  And Terry
stood and said, "You bet."  Mike sat on the couch.  I guess he knew that he had
started it all.  He eventually got up and came over and hugged me saying that he
was sorry.  And Dad petted his head.

Much of the rest of the day was uneventful.  Brad came home and Terry told him
everything that happened before he went out on a date with his girlfriend.  He
wanted to tell her everything about college.   Dad, of course, was out working
and I was cooking dinner.  The cage came off and my dick really appreciated the
freedom.  I wanted to jerk off but with dinner to make, I didn't have the time.
I did wearing Mom's best apron.  After dinner, Dad read some and then went up to
bed.  He stopped by and asked if I was OK.  I said fine.

As I was getting ready for bed, I decided that I wanted to say how much I
appreciated what Dad did so I knocked on his door and went in.  He was lying in
that big bed propped up with pillow and reading.  He wasn't wearing any top
which surprised me a little.  I got up on the other side of the bed and said,
"Dad, can we talk a little?"

"Sure," he said.  "What do you want to talk about?"

"Today, I guess," I replied.  "What happened?  Last week you were so strict and
today you were another person.  And, I want to thank you for being that other
person."

"Will, this last week, you reminded me of your mother and how much I loved her.
I haven't felt any love recently and I don't think I have given any either.
Just seeing you there in her apron reminded me of how she looked when we were
first married."

"Well, I bet she wasn't naked like I was." I said with a laugh."

"Don't be too sure about that, young man.  We were young once you know."

I couldn't help chuckling at this thought and I crawled over and hugged Dad.
"Can I stay here for a while," I asked?

I saw Dad hesitate but he looked at me for a bit and then said, "Crawl in."

I got into bed and discovered that Dad was naked.  I wasn't sure what I should
do now.  Should I scrunch over next to him, should I stay on the other side of
the bed, should I stay with my boxers and t-shirt on?  I decided to do what Dad
did and I took off my t-shirt and my boxers and turned to Dad and said, "I want
to be just like you."

Dad had looked somewhat surprised but his face lit up when I said that.  Then I
scrunched over to him and put my arm around his stomach.  Now, Dad was fit as
you would expect from a farmer.  His stomach was very hard.  Since my cock was
finally free, it started to get a little firm, stretching its muscle so to
speak.  Dad put down his magazine, turned off the light and scrunched down into
bed and put his arm around me.  He looked so happy for the first time that I can
remember since Mom died.  I gave him a kiss on the lips, nothing passionate,
just a peck.  I then turned around because my dick was beginning to get very
hard and I needed to face it in another direction.  Soon we were spooning and it
felt so warm and comfortable.  Dad gave me a kiss on the neck and soon I felt
his dick get harder as it started to press into the crack of my ass.  It felt
wonderful.

Dad said, "Will, you should probably go back to bed now."

"Can't I stay here a little longer," as I pushed my ass back so his dick was
touching my hole.

"No, I don't think so.  You are making me too excited," Dad said.  "I don't want
something to happen that we would both regret."

"I won't regret anything, Dad," and I push my ass back so that the tip of this
dick was almost in my hole.  He must have had a lot of liquid there because it
started to go in smoothly.  "Please let me make love to you, Dad."

I gave my ass one large push back and the head of Dad's dick went right in.  I
heard a moan from Dad and I knew what would happen next.  He tightened his arm
around me and I could feel him push in further.  He was breathing heavy now.  We
started to roll a bit so that I was on my stomach and Dad was thrusting into my
ass.  Of course, I started to moan as well and said, "Harder, Dad.  I want to
feel you inside me."

Dad started to kiss my neck and began long stroking me.  His Dick was bigger
than either of my brothers so he was stretching my ass real good.  I couldn't
stop moaning and mumbling, "more, more, more."  As Dad's cock pushed in, my cock
moved against the sheets.  Dad's pace started to increase and so did the
friction on my cock, which was screaming with pleasure.  Dad was now shot
stroking my ass and really pounding me, and my cock was just on the edge when I
came.  The pressure of my ass muscles on Dad's meat pushed him over the edge too
and he shot volley upon volley of cum up my ass.

Dad collapsed on me and it felt so good and right.  I just laid there until Dad
recovered and when his cock slipped out, he rolled over on his back.  I waited
to catch my breath.  Eventually, I lifted my head up to see a wonderful smile on
his face.  I did that, I thought.  I moved over with my arm around his chest and
my face just above his.  He looked at me in a way I had never seen before.

I lowered my head slowly and gave Dad a sweet kiss.

"I love you, Dad."

"I love you too, Will."

The End