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Subject: The Box chapter four Part four Eventually the movie ended by Kris stayed in the same position. I was still caressing his hair and with the other hand, his butt. There’s a sensation you can get when in that situation that is akin to being in a trance. Both myself and Kris had gone there. I was disturbed by a rumble inside – the large meal we had both digested was fighting a battle with my digestion. Just then the tranquility was shattered as Kris broke wind – and impressively so too, for a ten year old boy. He began to giggle, then laugh and it became contagious and the pair of us were laughing like lunatics at this earthy intrusion. Earlier I had thought that Kris had no navel, but I knew now that he had a butt, with ass, and that it worked just fine. I had more or less come to terms with the fact that I had a real life son that had come from another dimension, but then again I was intrigued to know that my boy was completely ‘normal’. I thought that he was just perfect, but also well aware that real perfection doesn’t happen, except in the mind and eyes of the beholder. Did Kris have any secret attributes or any defects? Or was my mind playing games again.But any father of a ten year old boy will most likely brought him up from birth, bathed him, dressed him and would be well aware of all the details on his body and mind. My son was different. He was born to me at the age of ten and I felt the need to know him in all four dimensions! When the fun over the flatulence had subsided I asked him , ‘OK son, tomorrow is your day, what would you like to do?’ He pondered this for a minute and replied, ‘So long as I bahçelievler escort am with you I will be happy, Daddy!’ ‘No!’ I said, ‘Not enough for my boy, you get a day out with me, it can be anywhere you want to go or do!’ Finally after a long silent thought, ‘Let’s go to the seaside!’ ‘Seriously?’ I asked, ‘It’s December, Winter and everything will be closed!’ ‘Yes,’ Kris replied, ‘Then we can walk by the sea together and not be in crowds of people getting in the way!’ I could see his logic, however strange it seemed, and it would be out in the fresh air instead of cooped up indoors in some commercial location with all the Pandemic prevention rules…. ‘OK then! we will need an early start in the morning and have to dress up warm.’ I added, ‘So let’s start by getting you bathed and into bed! Withn the energy of a ten year old he ran up stairs, whilst I plodded behind. I turned on the water and put some bubblebath mix into the water. Rather too much really as the foam soon began to reach way above water level. Kris had peeled off his clothes and stood totally naked by my side. Surreptitiously I filled my eyes with the sight of his finely formed body. I had been mistaken before, he did have a mark where his navel should be, I vowed to examine that later. Bath filled and foam halfway up the wall, he climbed in and promptly disappeared into the suds. There was a flurry of activity withing the lather and in a fit of giggles various parts of Kris appeared again. In the meantime I had become a bystander victim of the battle of the bubbles and several dollops of foam on my face bakırköy escort and clothes. I turned to the basin and grabbed a facecloth to wipe the stuff away. Looking in the mirror brought a shock. I had the appearance of a man younger than my 63 years, my hair had colour, the wrinkles (laughter lines say some folk) had gone and some 20 years had been erased from my face. I stood staring at my reflection in total disbelief. I was awakened from my reverie by Kris asking , ‘Will you wash me , Daddy, please? I want you to!’ That was an request I couldn’t refuse! Kneeling down by the bath side I grabbed a sponge and loaded it with soap and lathered it up. I applied it to Kris’ face in the manner of a Circus clown with a face pie. BLUT!! Kris laughed at this onslaught and squirmed around sending more lather in all directions. His laughter was the best music I had heard for years. Slowly and carefully, I cleaned him all over his upper torso, not a scrub, rather more a caress. His tummy I took time with. His navel was folded over and the usual ‘belly button’ indentation looked more like a coin slot on a vending machine. Exploring further into the fold, I found that inside was a birthmark resembling a cupid heart, about a centimetre in width. I was reminded the Care Bears that had such a mark on their butts! ‘Come on, Kris,’ I said, ‘Stand up so I can do the bottom half.’ He scrambled upwards and stood like some foamy mannequin in a store window. Carefully, I cleaned his legs and feet, noticing that two of the toes on his right foot were joined together. Syndactyly it balgat escort is called by medics, I remember that my late wife ( and Kris’ mother I suppose) had that too. I cleaned between his toes, the ones I could! Now I was facing the bit I didn’t want to do. I wasn’t a child molester and the though of touching his genitals was strange. But then, he had touched mine without a second though whilst drying me after my shower and I thought, I am his Daddy and should do this! With the sponge I deposited another dollop of foam on the end of his penis, the inevitable giggle followed. ‘That tickles, Daddy!’ I pulled his foreskin back and cleaned all around his glans, and gently soaped his testicles and between his legs then turned his and polished his butt cheeks. I cleaned between. Soaping a finger I gently cleaned his pink star,at which he let out a little squeal. As he truned back his penis was now pointing upward. So now he was clean, inspected from top to bottom, and giggling in the diminishing suds. I grabbed a large towel from the heated rail and he stepped out and allowed me to wrap him up within and cuddle dry him. Tucking him all nice and smelling of scented soaps he quickly settled down and closed his eyes. I kissed his forehead and turned out the light. For several minutes I stood in the half open doorway and the sleeping angel ( was he an angel, I wondered?) Downstairs I sat for just a few minutes, the TV was dire, so I turned it off and went to bed. I wasn’t restless at all, just a little of a whirlwind in my brain as I tried to make sense of the last few hours. Then I was asleep, wearing a blissful smile ……to be continued. Please stay safe and healthy and donate to Nifty. Don’t forget to show your love and support to Nifty by donating to them. They’re a fine lot who’s helped authors to reach a wider audience, so it would be great if this time around we give them a helping hand. More info can be found at fty/donate.html

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