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I had to go all the way to Load to get a decent title for this chapter...

Unfortunately, this will be the last "adult oriented" chapter in the series... for now at least, so enjoy it to the fullest!

Chapter 6: Poor Twisted Me

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After my son and I cleaned up a bit and got dressed (my son was extremely happy to get those socks off) we went to help the crew move equipment to the other room. Just as we were moving the final pieces, and getting all the extension chords untangled, the doorbell rang. My son instantly perked up from his untangling chords duty and stared at the door, but it was hard to see past Kyle when he opened it up. Not that it really mattered though; everyone, including my son, knew perfectly well what was coming in a moment or two.

I heard Kyle close the door with a slam and quickly yell out, "Pizza's here!" Brandon was the first one to drop everything as he raced to get in line.

When the rest of the crew and I made it out of Kyle's "office", we saw Kyle struggling to hold up five pizza boxes and two bottles of coke while my son circled around him like a vulture. Eventually, Kyle managed to brush off enough crap from his coffee table so that he could lay the pizza boxes and soda down. Brandon was quick to open up the top pizza box and pull out a nice stringy slice.

"I think I've got plates and cups around here somewhere," Kyle said as he went to rummage through his cabinets. However, my son waisted no time digging into his slice of pizza. He was more than halfway done before Kyle finally handed him a paper plate and a plastic cup. All I could do was smile at my son as I got my own piece. Once it was on my plate I took a seat on the couch, and my son quickly came to sit down next to me. "Not too fast or too much," I said as I watched Brandon gobble down the slice next to me. "Don't forget that we still have more scenes to shoot. And trust me, you don't want to be full on food while doing a scene. I learned that the hard way..." My son looked at me like he was getting ready to laugh, but he eventually dug back into the pizza at a much slower pace.

The emotions from the last scene were still fresh in my mind, but I couldn't bring myself to say anything about it to my son. Instead, I decided to start off casually. "You doing okay kiddo?" I said between bites of my own slice. He simply nodded a few times as he chewed. I smiled as I replied, "Nothing hurts or feels weird? You ready for one last scene?"

He swallowed what was in his mouth and said, "Yeah, I'm ready. But... well... because of the last scene I kind of want to... orgasm myself."

I let out a small chuckle at the way he said it. "I'm sure you do kiddo," I said in response, "but you can't quite do it just yet. After we finish the next scene I'll let you be on top just like I promised. If you wait and hold back your orgasm until then it'll feel so much better. You can trust me on that."

Brandon looked a little disappointed at having to wait, but the moment he took another bite into his pizza he seemed to turn back to normal once again.

After a few more bites of my own slice I added in, "This next scene might be kind of weird. We're going to be doing stuff that you've never tried for real, and our practice only got us so far. On top of that, I'm supposed to be a little bit rough with you in this scene. Things might get a little bit more uncomfortable for you then they've been previously. You've done a great job so far, but this could be a little bit different. Are you sure you're ready for it?"

"I'm ready," my son replied somewhat confidently. "I did all the other stuff you told me to do just fine, and this stuff doesn't look all that different."

"Okay," I said back giving him a pat on the head, "I just wanted to make sure. I think you'll do a great job if you just keep doing what you've been doing."

He smiled back at me as he shoved the rest of the crust into his mouth and went to go get another piece.

We both continued to sit on the couch as we ate, but everyone else seemed to steer clear of us. The rest of the crew were either grouped in the "kitchen" (about fifteen feet away from us), or going in and out of Kyle's "office" while eating their pizza. Normally during a break like this the crew would be socializing with the actors, but I figured that my son had scared them away. They had the same concerns that I had (the whole 'getting thrown into jail for doing this' thing), and they were all very... on edge about this shoot. But, then I got to thinking whether or not it was my son they were scared of... or was it me? It was the first time I'd ever thought about my own reputation among the crew since agreeing to this shoot. How would they treat me for the next shoot? Would they continue to steer clear of me, or would they act like nothing weird happened during this shoot? I've known some of the guys for years. Could this one little shoot really jeopardize our relationships? Was I that bad of a person for agreeing to do this?

I was jogged out of my depressing thoughts when Kyle finally came over and sat himself onto the couch. He went through almost the exact same conversation with Brandon that I had finished moments earlier - the whole 'how you feeling, ready for the next scene, and good job so far' thing - before joining back up with the rest of the crew.

Brandon and I were just finishing up our meal when we were greeted by another visitor. She placed her wings on the back of the couch and said, "Whenever you're ready feel free to stop by. I'll be waitin' for you," before making her way to the bathroom. My son and I wiped ourselves off with a napkin or two before slowly following the goose into her "make-up room".

My son and I knew the routine by now, so as soon as we got in we started to undress. Linda was busy digging around in her bag for something, but just as we were finishing she turned around and said, "That last scene had to be the cutest and most romantic thing I'd ever seen. Father and son intimately bonding like that... I don't know why it makes me so... excited, but it does. I really felt the love between you two, and that's somethin' you don't get to see everyday in this business."

I could tell my son was blushing without even looking at him, so I quickly replied with a simple, "Thanks."

"No, thank you, hun," Linda said back a little more... lewdly than I was comfortable with, but after all her years of service I had grown use to shoving comments like that aside from her.

We didn't say another word about the scene the rest of the time my son and I were in there. Instead, Linda focused intently on hiding all the 'sweat damage' that we'd done to our bodies. It was quite a task to dry out and re-style all of our hair and fur, but Linda was a pro at it by this point. However, our elaborate styling gave Linda quite a hard time as she tried to fix us up. But, in the end, she managed to pull through. Both my son and I looked good as new, and just in time too.

The instant Linda was about to say that she was finished there came a knock at the door. "The crew is all set up," Kyle called through the door. "We just need to do a little test shoot to get the lighting right, and then we'll be good to go. Whenever you're ready we'd appreciate your presence over in my "office".

"I'm just finishin' up," Linda called out as she motioned for us to put our clothing back on. After one last clothed inspection she sent us out of the room while she began to clean up her stuff.

Once we were out of the bathroom, I led my son around the corner and into Kyle's "office". It was a pretty small room (we barely managed to fit all the equipment inside so we could get all the angles that we needed), but Kyle really had put some work into changing it around. Originally it had just contained a desk, an old computer, and some filing cabinets - just like every other boring old office room in existence. Kyle had taken out the desk (it was out in the living room), and in it's place was a small bed about two feet off the ground. The filing cabinets were gone (also out in the living room), and in there place was a small dresser topped with a small TV and various other clutter (to simulate a pre-teen boy's room I guess, although Brandon was pretty good about keeping his own room relatively clean). There was a guitar and small amp hidden away in a corner, and there were few musical and sports themed posters hung up on the wall as well. While it didn't scream "a little boy's room" to me, it certainly didn't look horrible. And, with Kyle's resources, it wasn't a half bad job.

"I like what you've done with the place," I said to Kyle as I walked in. Then, switching my focus to Brandon, I said, "Do you like your new room?"

"It's kind of small," he said back which got a laugh from the rest of the crew.

"Hey," Kyle said after the laughter died down, "when I was growing up my room was just as small as this one is! Consider yourself lucky kid." After another round of laughter (and a few more inside jokes) we finally got down to business.

"Okay," Kyle said once everyone had calmed down. He looked at my son and I and said, "You two get into the picture somewhere and do something while we get everything focused and lighted."

I led my son into the middle of the room and just kind of stood there for a second. Test shoots were always interesting. Everyone had their own thing that they liked to do for the crew. Brian, for instance, usually sang some opera. I, on the other hand, preferred the less dramatic...

"I bet I can beat ya in a game of rock-paper-scissors," I said to Brandon.

Not one to turn down a good challenge, he quickly replied with, "You're on!" We got into position and started to go at it.

After a few games, Kyle finally gave us the okay to stop. After adjusting a few more settings on the computer and the cameras Kyle followed up by telling us to get into position for the scene. I looked down at my son intending to ask him if he was ready, but our eyes met and conveyed the message without words. Then, in a role reversal, Brandon gave me a gentle smack on the bottom to get me out of the room while he got himself into position to start the scene. I watched from beyond the doorway as he climbed onto the bed, found the remote, and turned on the TV.

"Lights... camera... ACTION!" Kyle yelled before adding, "flip through some channels Brandon."

After my son lazily began channel surfing I heard Kyle say, "go ahead Jake." I hesitated for a moment before walking up to the door frame and leaning on it. I gave a gentle knock before saying, "Hey Alex (my son's name in the movie), you busy?"

"Not really," he replied back lazily, "there's nothing on TV."

"Good," I said back. I took a small pause before adding, "There's something I want you to help me with."

Brandon switched off the TV before looking directly at me. "You want me to make you feel good again?" he said fairly calmly.

"Yeah," I said as I slowly walked into the room, "but it's going to be a little... different this time." My son looked intrigued as I sat down next to him on the bed. "You see, what you did a few days ago wasn't the only way to make someone feel good. There are other, even better ways to do it."

My son looked a little confused as he said, "Like what?"

"Short thought pause," Kyle roared out as the cameras zoomed in on my conflicted face. There was silence for a few seconds before he added, "Three... two... one... action!"

"Well, for this one you're going to have to unbutton your pants and get on your hands and knees right on the edge of the bed," I said quickly.

Brandon looked at me really funny and said, "how is that going to..."

"You'll see," I said quickly interrupting him. He looked confused, but he slowly unbuttoned his pants and shifted into the position I asked him to.

"Like this?" he said back once he was ready.

"That's perfect," I said as I stood up and got behind him. I paused for a moment for a short thought overdub section before gently placing my hands on either side of my son's hips. I gripped the edge of his tight jeans with my paws, and I slowly began to pull them down and around his ass until they laid around his knees. I then proceeded to slide them off the rest of the way with a little help from Brandon. I stared at his boxer-covered ass for a moment before slowly repeating the same procedure on them.

Once Brandon's ass was free of the restraining fabrics, I continued to stare at it for quite some time. As I watched his tail swing playfully from side to side, I slowly began to get myself aroused. One of the main cameras zoomed in to the quickly growing bulge in my crotch, and once I was near my full length I "snapped" back to reality and quickly unfastened my own pants. My throbbing erection quickly burst free from it's containment and bobbed at attention while I fished around in my pocket for something. After the cameras had gotten a few good shots of my cock, I pulled out the small container of lube I had been "searching" for and applied it to my cock.

"Daddy," Brandon said playing his role well, "what are you doing?"

I responded by completely removing my pants and underpants. Then, I put my clean hand on his hip before saying, "This might hurt a bit, but it'll start to feel good after a while." As Kyle ran in to get the close up shot, I lined myself up with his hole and placed my other hand on my son's hip as well. I waited for the slight tap on the back from Kyle, and once he was in position I slowly slid about an inch of my cock into my son.

Brandon's face twisted into a face of pain, which was all captured by one of the cameras, before he quickly said, "Daddy! It hurts! Take it out!"

"Hold tight son," I said as I jammed in another inch. "I told you it was going to hurt at first, but it's going to feel good later. I pro-uh-mise!" As my son began to whimper and tense up from the imaginary pain I was feeling heavenly. Every time I thrust a little bit more of myself inside him I would always gasp and moan like it was the best thing I ever felt... and I didn't really have to exaggerate it too much. My son's anal passage felt just as good as it had the first time I entered him despite the pounding he'd received earlier.

"Ugh! You're so warm and tight!" I said as I continued to "force" myself inside him inch by inch. "Your ass is like a vice! It already feels so much better than your mom's..." With one last thrust, and a combined yelp and moan from my son and I respectively, I drove the rest of my cock inside of him.

Once my balls were nestled up against his own, I gently gyrated my hips around in a little circle as I said, "You feel so good son! I've never felt anything like this before! You have no idea how much you're helping your daddy right now. I've been waiting to feel something like this for years!"

My son's whimpers began to diminish a bit in response to my praise. I waited a second or two before adding, "How are you feeling?"

"It doesn't hurt as much as before," my son said weakly.

"I told you it would stop hurting," I said as I began to pull out. My son gasped and wiggled around due to the "new sensations" he was feeling, but my character was past the point of caring for him. His son had told him that his pain was decreasing, so, in his mind, that gave him free reign to only care about himself from this point on. And the only thing he cared about now was sex. He hadn't had any for two years before this point, so he was going to make it feel as good as it possibly could.

I pulled out until just my tip remained inside before semi-quickly thrusting back into him. He let out another yelp and a whine, but they were both shorter and quieter than the ones from before. They didn't even phase me as I slowly picked up speed, but I could only continue for a short time since the bed was at an awkward height for me. I let the strain show on my face and body before I ever got a good rhythm going, and before long I decided to switch positions.

Keeping my cock fully inserted the entire time, I tilted my son over onto his side and slowly dragged him into the center of his bed. I tilted myself to one side as well and quickly followed in behind him. With a few minor adjustments we eventually ended up in the desired spoons position, and I resumed my very vocal thrusts into him at a decent pace. I kept my lower hand underneath him and wrapped around his abdomen while I placed my other hand gently on his hip. This gave me the stability I needed, and I began to thrust as fast as the position allowed me to.

Kyle quickly came in to capture the scene up close, and he managed to get a some very nice looking shots. He started by capturing our facial expressions. My own face was contorted into a continuous moan as I joyously pounded into my son. My son's face, tucked cutely into my thick mane just below my chin, had a mixture of discomfort and pleasure wrapped up in it, and with every thrust inwards his face tensed up just slightly. Kyle's focus slowly moved down our bodies until he made it to the place where all the action was happening. He spent quite a good amount of time filming the action from every possible angle as my thrusts rocked my son, but on one of his last passes I decided to give him and everyone else a good view at what was really going on. I slid my hand off of my son's hip and grabbed a hold of his leg right below the knee. Making sure not to destroy my rhythm, I gently lifted his leg in the air to expose the heart of our act.

Kyle went crazy for this new angle and instantly dove on in to get a real good close-up. As he began to pull back, I lifted my own leg up into the air to give him the complete shot. He simply zoomed back and took the entire scene into his camera lens. Both of our scrotums were busy slapping and bouncing off of any nearby flesh they could make contact with as I continued to pound into my son at a decent pace. My son's now erect cock was bobbing up and down in front of him as I rocked his smaller body with my powerful thrusts. And our flesh rippled and slapped together as I continued my assault on my son's ass. The new positioning of my hand gave me some more leverage on my son, and my thrusts were coming out harder and deeper than they had been able to before.

I continued on in this position for a while before Kyle finally had his fill of footage and backed away. That was my cue to switch it up. I let my aching muscles have a rest as I slowly began to slow down the pace and intensity. Once I got to to about the 30 thrusts per minute speed, I gave my son a few more powerful ones before I hilted myself inside him. I let go of his leg and let it fall back to the bed. Then, I raised him up and off of the bed by using the hand I had around his chest. I naturally followed him back up until both of our upper bodies were vertical, and he sat impaled on my rod in my lap. I placed both my hands around his waist while he leaned back and placed both of his hands on my thighs for support. In this position, even though it was pretty difficult, I somehow managed to scoot both of us to the edge of the bed.

Once my feet were flush on the floor, I moved both my hands from my son's waist to underneath his thighs. After making sure that both of us had our centers of balance in good alignment, I tensed up my arm muscles and slowly began to raise my son off of my erection. When only my tip remained inside I let him drop back down, in a controlled manor, until I was balls deep inside him again. I then slowly began to repeat this procedure, making it become a little bit quicker each time.

Before long I had a nice rhythm going, and Kyle was loving it. This position gave full access to both my son's crotch as well as my own, and, with all of the movement going on, he was really getting some good shots. That was the essence of this scene: getting some good, hard, and revealing shots of a big daddy screwing his little son. This was for all the horny guys over in Asia who just wanted to see a cub getting pounded hard in the ass by his father and nothing more. And that's definitely what they were getting in this scene. They could watch as most of my seven plus inch length disappeared into my son and reappeared a short time later without any viewing restrictions. They could watch my son's hard cock and balls bounce up and down as he rode my cock like a pro. They could watch the way his entire body shook with every slap of my thighs against his ass. And they could watch his face as moan after pleasurable groan escaped his lips. All in all this was a perfect shot to show off my son to the world, but I knew it couldn't last forever.

Even though I had been in the same position with much heavier actors, and I'd been training all week to raise my endurance for this scene, I still felt my arms begin to burn relatively quickly. I managed to hold out for some time against the strain, but eventually I couldn't take it anymore. I roughly slammed my son down one last time before quickly spinning both of us around so our backs were to the cameras. To the untrained porn actor's eye it would've looked like I slammed my son down into the bed while I roughly landed on top of him, but it was a much more controlled action than that. Nevertheless, the end result was the same. My son ended up almost flat against the bed on his stomach while I was above him pinning him down. My arms were extended on either side of my son to keep my upper body in the air, and this allowed my hips to deliver their full force to my son's rear.

I heard Brandon make a few sounds out of discomfort at the new position, but they fell on deaf ears. This was it. This was the last position we needed to film. It would all be over soon. I put all my remaining strength into pounding into him as fast and as hard as possible, and I soon felt my orgasm getting ready for it's release. For my last line of the movie, I was supposed to say my son's character's name just before I came. I took a deep breath and strained to say, "Br... A-L-E-X!" as I rammed my cock home the last few times. Shortly afterwards I took another deep breath and let out a tremendous roar as I felt my orgasm finally overtake me.

My oscillations decreased in frequency and intensity as I felt my seed spilling into Brandon. A few more tired thrusts was all I had left in me before I rammed into Brandon one final time. Well, the second to final time...

"Pause for artificial insemination," Kyle said as he quickly ran into the shot carrying a syringe loaded with artificial semen which was connected to some plastic tubing. It strained all of my muscles, but I somehow managed to just barely pull myself completely out of Brandon with a wet pop to leave his gaping hole exposed. Kyle quickly inserted the end of the tubing fairly deep into the exposed cavity, and quickly emptied the contents of the syringe. He then quickly pulled it out and ran off camera before I thrust myself into my son for the absolute final time. "Action," Kyle said after he'd picked up the close up camera and got into position to film the rest of the scene.

There wasn't much left for us to do however. I was about ready to collapse for real, so I wasted no time in slowly sliding my now "cum" covered cock out of my son. As my cock popped out I felt a slight splash of cum follow it, but I didn't really care. All I could do was roll over onto my back and finally rest all my aching muscles as I tried to catch my breath.

My son was supposed to get up on his hands and knees so that the artificial cum would start to leak out of him, but I had no idea what happened after my back hit the bed. The combination of the last tough scene along with my orgasm completely tired me out, and it took me some time to recover.

The next thing I clearly remember is seeing my son's face leaning over mine as he said something, but I was still too dazed to figure out what it was. Breaking free from the script I ended up saying, "Give daddy a minute," as my brain struggled to regain all of it's senses. My son went quiet and looked at me with some concern in his face, but after a few more large breaths I finally placed a hand on his back and said, "You... have no idea how much I needed that son. I... I didn't hurt you, did I? I got a little carried away there."

My son's face turned from concerned to relieved as I spoke to him, and he quickly answered with, "My butt kinda hurts, but it's not too bad." Then, quickly changing the subject, he said, "Did I do good?"

"Good?!?" I said as the strained words loudly came out of my mouth, "You did awesome! Heck, you were even better than mommy was!" A small sorrow set over the scene at the mention of "her" name, but I was the one who had to lift it. "Come here," I said as I pulled my son's body on top of my own. I felt his cum-slicked balls make contact with my softening cock as I drove his head into my chest and lower mane. "I love you son," I said as I gently began rubbing his back.

"I love you too," my son replied in that cute little way he did.

We continued to sit there in that position for a few moments as the cameras slowly panned away. Then, all of a sudden, I heard Kyle yell, "...and Cut! Very nice work you two!"

A smattering of applause followed Kyle's command, and my son slowly began to slide off my body and onto the bed. I looked over to him as he lay on his side and said, "Does anything hurt for real? I really did get a little carried away during that scene..."

"My butt does kind of hurt all over," my son said gingerly. "Inside it doesn't hurt so bad, but my... hole hurts a bit, and my butt cheeks hurt some more."

"Turn around and let me see," I said to my son as I rolled over onto my side. He did his best to roll over and expose his bright red butt cheeks to me. I winced a little bit as I gently placed a paw on one and spread his crack open (I had been in his position quite a few more times than I would've liked in the past, so I knew what to check for). His sphincter was all red and swollen as well, but the good thing was that I didn't see much blood on his fur back there. For the most part it was all still contained inside his skin.

"Both of us are going to be really sore tomorrow..." I said as I gently let go of my son's ass cheek, "but the good news is that we're done shooting! That was the last scene, and you did great as usual, even if it did hurt a bit more than the others."

"But dad," my son said as he rolled over onto his back. He took a look down at his crotch and said, "What about..."

I laughed as he failed to finish his sentence. "Of course son!" I said back happily while taking a good look at his still hard cock. "I think you've earned it by this point." I painfully raised myself up off the bed, and I began to look for my pants. Once I managed to find them, I took the small bottle of lube out of the pocket and made my way back to the bed.

"Hey Kyle," I shouted back to the hawk who was watching replays of the last scene, "you ready to film one last scene?"

He quickly looked up from the computer screen, and when he saw me get down on all fours on the bed he knew what was coming. "Give me one minute..." he said as everyone scrambled back into their positions. In the mean time I poured some of the lube out onto my fingers and gently began to apply it to my own tailhole. Once I was satisfied with myself, I focused my attention on my son lying next to me. Instead of simply using the synthetic lube I decided to go the natural route on him. It was my compensation for being a little rough with him in the last scene.

I positioned myself above his crotch and quickly engulfed his throbbing cock into my mouth. Instead of moving my lips up and down his erection, which would've made him cum on the spot, I simply used my tongue to get it nice and wet inside my mouth. After a few good passes I let the glistening rod slide out of my mouth, only to leave it connected by a few loose strands of spit. Those quickly broke however, and I returned to my first position on the bed. I gave my ass a cute little shake as my tail seductively swirled around my behind. I looked back at my son, who was still lying down on the bed, and said, "I'm all yours big boy," in the most slutty voice I could manage.

It looked like he almost stumbled getting up, and I choked back a small laugh at the site. I had just seduced my own son to the point that he lost his coordination! But eventually he managed to get up onto his knees and work his way behind me. "If you want my advice," I said as he lined himself up, "go slowly. I know that you probably want to pound me just as hard as I was pounding you a few minutes ago, but if you do that it'll all be over far too soon. If you slow down it'll last longer, and you'll enjoy it more."

I thought that my words had fallen on deaf ears as he jabbed forward and sunk half of his manhood into my tailhole in one shot. I let out a hiss of discomfort at the sudden intrusion, but my son waisted no time in filling me up the rest of the way with another quick thrust. But, just as I thought that all hope of a sane pounding was gone, he slowly began to remove his cock only to thrust it back in just as slowly. He moaned in incredibly pleasure as I struggled to hid the initial pain of entry, but eventually I began to let out some small moans as well. Not wanting to spoil my son's fun too early, I left my anal muscles alone and simply let him feel the natural constriction of my anal passage.

His pace didn't last however. I wasn't at all surprised when he began to speed up his thrusts. What I was surprised about was that he was able to maintain that high level of energy for a good amount of time. It was almost like he was trying to pay me back for the scene we'd just finished. Each frenzied thrust into my ass made a loud slapping noise as our flesh collided, and by the end I was beginning to feel my ass cheeks start to burn just like my son's had.

He was trying hard to take my advice and last as long as possible, but after what he'd been through I doubt that even I could've lasted any longer than he did. With a few last hard thrusts he rammed himself inside me and let out... kind of a roar-growl-snarl combo thing as I felt him spasm and release his load inside me.

Almost instantly he collapsed onto my back in a daze of exhaustion and pleasure chemicals swirling around in his brain, and I let him lay there for as long as he needed to. Eventually, he slid himself off of my side and onto the bed while his softening cock finally came free of my ass' embrace. As he continued to lay there I slowly managed to get myself into a sitting position, turn around, look at all the cameras, and yell, "Cut!" myself before falling back on the bed to join him.

I could hear the crew shuffling around afterwards for a few minutes, but I didn't really care. At this point I just wanted to rest, and that's what I did until Kyle finally made his way over to us. "You okay Jake... Brandon?" he said playfully but with a hint of concern. My son and I turned and looked over at each other, and once we silently agreed I said, "We're fine. We're just... resting."

"Don't fall asleep or anything," Kyle said back, "We've still got a few short scenes to shoot in order to hold the movie together."

"Can't we do it tomorrow?" I said lazily. However, I knew the answer before I even finished the question.

"No, we can't," Kyle replied quickly. "Everyone's here, and you just need a quick style touch-up to be presentable. You can come in and do the voice-overs tomorrow morning, but we've got to get everything on film today."

I let out a sigh before saying, "Give us a few minutes..."

"Just a few..." Kyle said as he went back to the equipment filled side of the room. "Go see Linda for a touch-up when you're ready."

I waited until Kyle started to make his way back over to us a second time before saying, "We're going... we're going." I looked over at Brandon, who was still lying in the same position as me, and said, "Come on, son, we've got to get dressed up one last time."

"I don't wanna," he said lazily.

"Neither do I," I replied, "but the hard stuff is over. A few more short scenes and we can go home."

I was eventually able to pry both of us off of the bed, and we made our last trip to Linda's "salon".

The rest of the scenes rattled by fairly quickly and easily. A few clothes changes, a couple of lines, a setting change or two, and we were finally done! While the rest of the crew celebrated with a few beers, I quickly led my son back out to the car. I was far too tired to stay for the after party, and I could tell that my son was feeling the same way. However, that didn't stop him from looking excited as we pulled into the parking lot of the local Wal-mart.

His youthful energy returned as he picked out the games for his X-box (although, I limited him to three more since I wasn't swimming in cash at the moment). He didn't seem to mind too much though. He was still as excited as ever as he carried his purchases out of the store. It was kind of annoying having to listen to him blabber on about game stuff that I knew nothing about on the way home, but luckily it wasn't that long of a trip. We didn't live that far away.

The moment he got home he placed the box in his room and began to tear it open. But before he could free his expensive toy, I walked up to him and said, "FIRST, we're both going to take a shower. Then you can go and play with that thing." He gave me kind of a sad and whimpering look, but I wasn't buying it. I walked up to him, grabbed him around the waist, and threw him up over my shoulder. My tired muscles were straining, but that was the least of my concern at this point. "You know very well that you need to take a shower. And to make sure you get clean, especially down there, I'll be taking one with you. The last thing I want to happen is for you to get an infection... or something worse.

Brandon squirmed and protested (mostly in fun) as I carried him to the bathroom, but I held tough. We both ended up taking a nice, long, hot, soothing shower as I made sure Brandon was clean inside and out. He looked a little rough after his treatment, but after a few days he was bound to heal up just fine.

After drying off, getting dressed, and taking some aspirin, I finally released my son to go and play with his X-box. "Just don't stay up too late," I said as Brandon ran to his room. "You have school tomorrow." I knew that my warning probably fell on deaf ears, but at least I had tried.

It was only around nine at this point, but I was extremely exhausted. I somehow made my way to my bedroom and plopped down on the bed. Almost as soon as my body hit the bed, I felt myself drift off to sleep.