Date: Sun, 11 May 2008 14:04:30 -0400
From: You Knowme <cbw_23@hotmail.com>
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!"