I had to be awakened on Christmas morning, not surprising when you realize that my night before had been kind of chaotic. Mom's boyfriend Chad had come over and they'd had a serious discussion and almost fought until I had been sent to my room but woke up when I heard a late-night knock at the door. Mom had answered it and there had been noise and a lot of talking from the living room and finally silence. It must have been well after midnight before things had settled down and I had gotten to sleep.
I went to sleep but awoke only when my mother came in and said, "Wake up, Eddie, honey, it's Christmas morning!"
"It is? It is!" I went from sleepy-groggy to alert and eager.
"Uh-huh, and Santa left a great big package for you last night," Mom said.
"Yeah?" That late night knock on the door! "Terrific!" I bounded out of the bed and would have clambered right to the tree, but Momma stopped me and said, "No, dear, get dressed first. We'll be waiting for you when you get out. And dress nice."
We must have company, that meant I couldn't just pull on shorts and a t-shirt, I had to get fully dressed, that meant everything, a fresh pair of briefs, a t-shirt, clean pants, clean shirt, clean socks, and my good shoes, that all took me a good five minutes, and then I finally was able to walk (not run) to the living room.
A great big package was right, it was like four feet square all over! Topped with a huge bow! "That's for me?" I asked. "Really?"
"Yes it is. Go open it."
I walked toward it and my Mom shouted, "Merry Christmas!" and that was when the top of the box opened itself, and out popped...my Daddy! He was home from the Army! He wore his uniform of desert camouflage in dappled shades of tan and brown and a soft cap that was tan in color and had a rim all the way around to protect his eyes and neck from the desert sun. He was tall at six foot two inches, powerfully strong with a broad chest and powerful arms, and his handsome, sun scorched, rugged face bore a wide grin that almost covered up his shining blue eyes. "Daddy!" I screeched and tried to grab him through the box. I hit the edge and almost bounced back but he caught me and hauled me up into his arms and hugged me in mid-air! "Oh, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" I said over and over again, crying because I was so happy and my arms were around his neck hugging and I didn't want to ever let go. He was hugging me as well.
Ignoring the big fact that my Daddy was back in my life, the rest of the morning was pretty normal for a Christmas, with one other big difference. Daddy was paying a lot more attention to me than he was to Mom. I didn't mind that, but you have to admit it was kind of peculiar. The presents of mine were the same, and for our dinner at one o'clock, me and Daddy went to his parents' house, while Mom stayed behind. This was also a little unusual, but I was just so happy I didn't raise a fuss. My grandmother makes a wonderful Christmas dinner, and sometimes my mother would skip it to go to her mother's for the day instead.
I learned another thing, Daddy had left the Army, he was staying home for good, and would go to work for Grandpa's store like he'd always planned to do one day. I was happy about that, though I knew Daddy loved the Army and thought he had planned to reenlist. But I didn't ask questions about that, either.
We got back home and Mom wasn't back yet. I settled in to play with my new toys and Daddy pulled me over and said, "Ed? Son? You and I need to have a serious talk."
"What about?" I asked.
"It's about your mother."
"What? Why? Where is she?" I began to get worried. "Did something happen to her?"
"Not exactly," Daddy took a deep breath. "Your mother moved out while we were visiting your grandparents. She's not coming back, she's moved in with Chad."
"Not coming back?" I was confused as you can imagine, baffled and confused as any kid could be on a Christmas that had started so wonderful and gone so very, very wrong.
I'll spare you the long back-and-forth that followed. I'd always known Chad didn't like me, but it turned out that Chad didn't like any children, and had told Mom that for them to stay together, she needed to get rid of me. So she had spoken to Dad when he came home, who had managed to get out of the Army in time for Christmas (that argument I had heard), and they had arranged the happy Christmas morning for me (Daddy had planned it all along anyhow). I was to stay with him from now on, was how Daddy put it.
I did cry a little, but not too much. A child picks up on things more than adults realize, and I had noticed Mom getting more and more distant from me since Chad had entered the picture. And if she was gone, I had Daddy now. Daddy's love for me was still going strong!
I spent the afternoon helping Daddy put his own things away, he didn't have much, and he rearranged the kitchen pots and pans for his own methods of cooking. Grandma had sent us home with a huge amount of leftovers which we had for supper. We watched TV after that, and I snuggled up to Daddy as we did that, he had stripped down to just a pair of exercise shorts so I was able to hold myself up against his big, warm, powerful body, and my hand felt out his muscles as we watched. I'm sure he knew what I was doing, as my fingers roamed around the edges of his shoulder, pectorals, biceps and so on, and he didn't stop me. But when my hands reached down to his abdominals, he said, "What are you doing, Son?"
"Playing with my Christmas present," I said disingenuously.
"Oh, is that what I am now?" he said with a smile.
"You came to me in my Christmas present box," I pointed out. "That makes you my Christmas present, and that means I get to play with you as much as I want to."
"Hard to argue with that logic," Daddy sighed and leaned further back. He wasn't going to stop me, and I slid my hands more boldly toward my eventual goal. The exercise shorts were only held by the elastic around his waist and that wasn't a tight hold, I could slip my hand into it easily and Daddy sighed again as my hand breached that perimeter. The heat from Daddy's crotch was almost like an oven, and his dong was firm by the time my hand reached and when I gripped it, it grew stiffer and harder until it was hard as a warm rock covered with a soft piece of cloth.
"Mmmmm!" Daddy breathed. "That feels a lot better than it ought to."
"Why's that?" I asked.
"I thought it was going to get attention last night," Daddy said ruefully.
"Yeah, what happened last night?" I asked. "I heard a lot of arguing."
"I thought we kept things down," Daddy answered, "Well, I came home early, as a surprise for your mother as well as you, but I was the one surprised when she told me about Chad. I hadn't been told about him." Daddy made a wrinkled face. "Most men get a 'Dear John' letter, but she decided to surprise me when I came home, thought that was better. Pahhh!" He paused a moment, then continued. "All that's water under the bridge, as they say, but what that means is that I had been sort of saving myself for my coming home and my johnson is a'hankering for a spankering."
"Poor Daddy!" I said in genuine commiseration. "Let's take care of that right now."
"My prayers have been answered!" Daddy exclaimed to elicit a giggle out of me as he reached down to skin the shorts down his hairy, athletic legs. His dong sprang out as he freed it, a proud, free pillar of male energy and I exclaimed as I viewed it. "Wow! It's so big!"
"Nine inches of love, Son and it's all yours! Merry Christmas!" Daddy said. "Now show Daddy you know how to play with it the right way."
I eagerly began to pump in his rod, I knew how to do it only sort of hypothetically, that is, I knew what to do, but had never done it, and the long strokes of my hand up and down his thick pole was a bit daunting, since I had hitherto only played with my wiener and those of my friends now and then, and they were tiny things compared to this leviathan of manhood. But I must have done a good job, because Daddy was gasping and moaning and I knew he loved what I was doing and I grew bolder still.
"Daddy?" I asked.
"Yes, Son?" he gasped out.
"Can I suck on your wiener?"
"You want to suck my cock? Do you even know how?"
"Well, no," I admitted. "But I've heard about it and if you'd like it, I want to do it for you." Then I remembered, and added. "Besides, you're my present, and I get to play with you any way I want to."
Daddy was silent a couple of seconds only, then he said, "Okay, Eddie, I'll tell you how to do it. Sucking is not really what you do, it's more like jacking it with your mouth. You need to work up your mouth full of spit...." and he told me all about how to do it.
I was an apt pupil and in no time, I was working his prick (Daddy taught me several words for his wiener while he went along) and Daddy was grunting and panting and moaning in his pleasure and need. As he wormed and grunted and wheezed, his nearer, large, hair-backed hand crawled over my back for I had stretched out on the couch to suck him easier. His fingers wended their way into my shorts and briefs along the small of my back. I felt his middle finger creeping toward my butt crack and when it found the small tucker of flesh there, I nearly swooned from the amazing feel of his finger sliding and brushing the soft, tender ridges of my skin there where they contracted to keep my small lower hole closed shut. I felt my ass sort of flinch back and forth, like it was trying to grab and pull his fingertip inside itself, and Daddy suddenly pushed his fingertip into that dimple! My ass gave way and his middle finger slipped partway inside like a charge of static electricity only better. I didn't hurt from that, it felt instead sort of...euphoric!
"Oooooh!" I said.
"You like that?" Daddy asked me.
"Ooh, yeah, it felt so good!" I said. "Do it some more!"
"Next time," Daddy promised. "For now, how about you give your Daddy his happy ending?" Daddy's face was red with his need and his face was soft and his eyes were glazed and his mouth slightly open, I could tell he was so close to his finish now.
I was more than happy to oblige and I sped up my oral assault on his thick, warm whanger and he grunted out, "UH-HUHHHH-UHHHHHH-HUHHHHHH-UHHHH-HUHHH-UHHHH-HUHHH-UHHHH-HUHHHH, HUHHH-HUHHH-HUHHH-HUHHH-HUHHHH, UH-UH-UH-UH-UH-UH-UH, UH, UH........KUH-HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
With that last part after the pause where he was silent and his body slowly lifted upwards. I lifted with him while I kept sucking, then he vented out that long, loud sound and he dropped like a rock. That surprised me and I lost my hold on his cock and he sprayed me with his hot juicy goo, spraying it all over my face and neck and shoulders, thick sprays of warm hot spunk, and I moaned and dove down to catch the last small sprays of his joy, and I did, but the majority of it was on my face and my upper body, slowly sliding down my forehead and cheeks and dripping off my chin and running into my shirt top.
"Look at that, Son, you made a mess of yourself," Daddy said, panting, his chest still heaving but he managed to smile anyhow.
"You tricked me." I said. "That's not a nice thing for a present to do."
"I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you." Daddy pulled me up to his face and his tongue lapped out and caught a big rivulet of his jizz running down my face and with it lying there he ferried it to my mouth and fed it to me that way, scraping it off into my mouth. I sampled the heady, creamy stuff and smacked my lips. "More," I commanded.
Daddy went for more, continuing his trips of tongue lapping and bringing his loads of warm jizz to my mouth and as it arrived, I sucked it off his tongue eagerly and kept asking for more.
"That's all of it, for now," Daddy said.
"I want more," I insisted. "Can I suck you again?"
"Not right away!" Daddy said, pushing my head back as I lunged for his now-flaccid peter. "You can see you tuckered my poor johnny out, but he won't sleep for long, and as soon as he wakes up, you can milk him again, okay?"
"Okay," I said. "But I get to hold him until he wakes up." I didn't ask, I just declared that and grabbed Daddy's limp dong and held onto it. It swelled up a little, but not much.
"That feels good," Daddy said.
"Good," I said. "Maybe it'll wake up sooner that way."
"I know it will." Daddy agreed.
Daddy was right, his "johnson" woke up when we got in bed and I again sucked Daddy, and this time, he kept playing with my asshole with his finger, and managed to worm the middle finger in quite a ways, by lubing it up with some oil he had. I felt so good with that warm slippery finger inside me, and all Daddy would say was that it was leading up to a big surprise.
Twice in the night, Daddy and I repeated that, and each time Daddy did more with my ass, pushing deeper or pushing more into my ass, adding a second finger, then as morning came, a third finger, and I moaned as the triangle-shaped lubricated digits stretched my young asshole out to the limits. Daddy alternated that with one finger that reached in deep and played with a small area inside my body that sent waves of pleasure through me, and always made me suddenly shiver and shudder with an intense shock of joy unlike anything I had ever felt before.
Daddy finished his orgasm in my mouth (I didn't have to let go any more, I knew his motions) and as he kisses my come-flavored lips, he said, "Next time, Son, you are ready for my surprise."
"Oh, boy!" I exclaimed. "I can hardly wait."
"You'll need to, for I want to wait until tonight until we do it again, so it can be perfect." Daddy said.
"What kind of Christmas present is this?" I declared. "I should get to play with you any time I want to."
"How about a game of catch or something instead?" Daddy volunteered.
I settled for that and Daddy spent the day with me, and we had lots of father/son fun like always and it was great, and I got really used to having my Daddy back in my life after having him out of it for so long, it was wonderful to show him off to the other boys in my neighborhood, "See, this is my Daddy I told you about!" I think some of them thought I was making him up!
By afternoon, I was tired enough to join Daddy for a nap, and when we woke up, he called out for a pizza to be delivered. "When we finish with our supper, we can have that surprise I've been telling you about," he promised.
I was eager, as you might have guessed but its start was rather embarrassing. After getting me to take all my clothes off, Daddy gave me an enema, that is, he put something up my butt that caused me to have to go to the bathroom in a hurry and when I went, I sort of went "whoosh!" Daddy called it a "saline rinse, just to clear the pathway." Whatever that means. I felt fine though, after it was over. And really, really clean down there!
I came out of the bathroom, and Daddy had his bedroom all nice and set up with lighted candles all around his bed, and he was naked and he said, "Time for the fun part to begin."
Daddy started it by lifting me up so that our faces were together and he said, "The most important thing for you to do is relax. Remember that I love you and don't want to do anything to hurt you. Some things may hurt a little at first, but if I hurt you too much, tell me right away and I'll stop. Okay?"
"Okay," I agreed.
"I love you, Son."
"I love you, too, Daddy."
Daddy kissed me slow and easy, then he just as slow and easy carried me to the bed and laid me in the very middle of it, on my back, then he reached over and picked up his bottle of lubrication and crawled on his knees to where he was in between my legs which he had pushed to where I had my feet down on the mattress, my knees raised high. The candles made his muscles glow all over like living things, showing me every curve and arc and feature of them, and I was struck again by how strong and powerful my Daddy was, and how handsome, and how wonderful.
He moved his body in closer to me and I realized that he planned to push his cock into my ass and the thought of that suddenly made me shake in anticipation. If his fingers could make me quiver in pleasure, what would his cock bobbing in and out of my ass do to me? It would have to be just...wonderful!
"Here it comes," Daddy said, "Remember, relax."
"Okay," I breathed and he pushed it into me. My body was still open down there from his finger-work throughout the night and day, and I didn't experience any pain at all as he pushed into me, his dong slid in like it belonged inside me. I just crooned as I felt the thick rod push against those special little "fun bumps" inside me, and I could tell that they would get a lot of brushing and joy from what he did with his thick prod inside my ass.
"Mmmmmm, you're so warm and tight," Daddy moaned. "Just like I knew you would be."
"And you're so big and comforting and good," I returned, "I'm so happy you're my Christmas present. This is fun."
"The fun is only beginning," Daddy promised and he began to move his prong back and forth, sliding it in and out of me and the feeling of his motions and the brushing of my insides were just amazingly exciting and marvelous.
"Ooh, Daddy, this is better now," I agreed, enthusiastically. "Much, much better."
"It sure is," Daddy said. He moved from his upright position to lean over and rest his hands on either side of me. I looked up into his powerful body as he continued to pump into me, his every muscle was moving and flexing, bending to the one task of plugging my butt with his long, sweet, powerful pole of love, and his face was softening as I looked, going from the rugged strong face I knew to a benevolent protective but still masculine one, that of a lover, that of my father, one who would do anything to shield me in times of trouble, who would love me despite what happened, always stand by my side, and in this moment, he was turning that desire into this one thing, to give me joy and to take his own joy in doing so, which was good but secondary to pleasing me. This was his ultimate present to me. His Christmas present.
As he sped up, as his softened face became more pronounced, he lowered his upper body down and he soon took me in his arms and he meshed his lips with mine and he kissed me, all the while he was continuing to pummel my ass with his cock, never pausing or stopping, but now we were bonding, blending, our souls becoming one, our spirits joining and our lives mingling into a single life, we would never be apart, not until time itself came to an end, and maybe not even then.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!" his lips made these soft sounds and I knew his joy was near.
"Oh, Daddy, oh, Daddy, oh, Daddy!" I gasped, my own delight rising within me.
"Oh, Son, oh, oh, I love you so much!"
"I love you, too, Daddy," I cried out. "Oh, oh, OH-OH-OH-OH-OH!"
"AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH!" Daddy's voice deepened in timbre.
"AH-AH-AH-AH-AH!" I joined in, but in a higher key.
"UH-UH-UH-UH-UH-UHHHH-UHHHH-UHHHH-UHHHH!" Daddy's voice was now down in the basement of his voice range.
"HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH!" I was in the grip of my youthful climax.
"HUH-HUH-HUH-HUHHHHHHHH, HUH-HUH-HUH, HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-NNNNNNNNNNNNN-GGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!" Daddy groaned in his climax, and I felt his come squirt into me in a powerful series of jets that splattered me like the stings of so many bees.
"HAH-AH-AH-AH, HAH-HUHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I shook and shuddered in my own boyish orgasm that caused me to thrash as he squirted his seed into me, and his hands clutched me and held me tight and firm as he finished his ejaculation and moaned into silence as I also slowly became still in his arms.
"Ohhhhh, baby!" Daddy kissed me, a low, slow, lingering kiss unlike any he had given me before, it was loose and sloppy and sincere and unique, and I knew that in its way, it marked me as belonging to him now, now and forever.
Daddy lay on me, a weight but not an onerous one, for a while, then he rolled to lie beside me and he said, somewhat breathless, "How did that feel to you, Son?"
"It was absolutely fantastic!" I told him and he laughed.
"I liked it a lot, too," he agreed.
"I'm going to want you to do that a lot from now on," I informed him. "Four or five times a day!"
"Every day?" Daddy looked at me in some amazement. "Do you think you're up to that many times a day. I don't know if I am."
"Well, as much as we can," I said. "After all, you're my Christmas present, and I want to play with you a whole lot."
Daddy considered that. "That sounds reasonable."
"Merry Christmas, Daddy."
"Merry Christmas, Son," Daddy returned, "And a Happy New Year to come."
"Yeah."
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