Hello everyone. I'm writing this for Madness, he knows who he is, but everyone else is welcomed to read this.
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I'm 18.
After we talked, M, I took that advice you gave me. I gathered some more courage and when I heard my dad getting out of the shower I went out of my room and put my hands around him, telling him that I loved him.
He said he loves me too and kissed me, as usual on the lips. I made sure my lips were wet and as he kissed me I put my hands around his neck and pressed my lips against his, keeping the kiss going for a few seconds. Usually he only kisses me very quickly, even though he does kiss me a lot on the lips, he never sexualised it or anything.
He was a bit surprised with my show of affection, but he didn't say anything. I asked it how come he's back from work so early. After all, it was around 4 or 5 in the morning and his night shift usually ends around 6 and he's not home until after 7. He told me that he feels some pain in his back and left earlier from work as it hurt him a lot earlier.
I then asked him if he wants me to give him a back massage. I told him that I can't go back to sleep anyway after I woke up when I heard him coming home. I didn't tell him I was up all night of course.
"But won't you be tired at school if you don't go back to sleep? I can't let you stay up, you should go back to sleep." he said.
I told him that I would rather not go to school as it's only a few more days until summer holiday and there's nothing going on at school anyway.
He looked at me for a few seconds and then accepted, saying that he'll go lie down on the couch then. Somehow he forgot to go get some clothes on, so he was still in his bathrobe when I climbed on top on him on the couch. I sat down on his butt, with one knee to his left and one to his right, and started massaging him through the robe. After about 10-15 minutes of slow massaging, I asked him if it still hurts.
He said that it does, so I suggested that he should go lie down on the bed in his bedroom because here on the couch there's not enough room for me to be comfortable.
"I may fall asleep if I lay down on the bed. I'm pretty tired." he said laughing.
"Don't worry, I'll get out of your bedroom quietly if you do." I said.
I guess he was pretty tired since he still didn't notice that he was wearing only his bathrobe. Or maybe he didn't care, I don't know. Anyway, we went to his bedroom and I continued the massage in the same position as before, but now it was much more comfortable.
"Does it stil hurt, dad?" I asked after a few more minutes.
"Yes, right below my neck." he said, so I then gathered my courage , put my hands under him, on each side of the bathrobe that he was wearing and pulled the robe over his shoulders.
"Hey, what are you doing?" he asked with a raised voice.
"Nothing, just that this isn't working through the thick robe, let me do it directly on your skin, I want to help you get rid of the pain." I said.
He thought about it for a few seconds, and then he moved his arms so that I could take the robe off, saying:
"Ok, but don't take it all off, just uncover my back, ok?"
I said yes and immediately pulled his hands out of the robe and the robe off his back.
I heard him say "Oh shit." I asked what's wrong but he said:
"Nothing, nothing, just don't pull the whole robe off!"
I said "Ok daddy, sure."
I think that he just realized that he only had the robe on as he didn't put anything on after getting out of the shower.
Anyway, I started massaging his back, this time directly touching his skin. It felt good for me and I know it felt good for him too, as he started moaning just a bit, saying that it feels nice from time to time. After a while I said:
"Don't move, I'll be right back!" and i rushed to my room to grab some hand cream and got right back.
I applied a lot of cream and continued massaging him. At first he jumped a bit:
"Hey, it's cold, what's that?"
"It's just hand cream, don't worry dad."
I continued massaging him, but now the cream allowed me to push harder when rubbing my fingers and hands across his back. I started concentrating more on the back of his neck, squeezing hard. After a few minutes of me doing that a few times, he said with a soft voice:
"I think you should stop that, darling."
"Why dad, does it hurt you more?"
"No, not at all, the pain went away almost completely, but I'm a bit sensitive there."
"Oh, yes, well so what?" I asked while massaging only the back of his neck now.
I gathered more courage as his breathing intensified and thinking that whatever happens, happens, I leaned down to his ear and whispered to him: