Daddy's Got a Big One!

It all started that morning when I overslept. Hell, it was a Sunday morning, why not sleep in, especially when you’d been out till the wee hours of the morning the night before, carousing with the guys, them and a girl that managed to snooker me out of dinner, a movie, then endless drinks at a bar where she got very, very loaded...but when I tried to take her to a nearby motel for a bit of the nasty, she suddenly wasn’t drunk at all and turned me down, stormed off and hitched a ride home with a female friend of hers. Bitch!

I ended up home and whacking my pud and having a very miserable and unsatisfying orgasm, then had nightmares about being old, alone and dying with nobody around me, and my body only being found when it started to stink up the place. Variations on that, being old and alone in a nursing home, being old and alone in a wreck just off the highway, calling for help and not being heard...the relevant portion of all of these were...old and alone!

So I slept longer than usual, finally crawled out of bed after 10:00 a.m., staggered naked into the bathroom, didn’t bother closing the door (living alone, remember, the first half of my nightmare made real, the other half would come in time, in time...shit!), and started bleeding all the pressure off my bladder, a thick, heavy, yellow stream of used beer and no sex from the night before. Bleary-eyed, I barely kept the flow inside the bowl’s edges, there was a bit of a side-spray which insisted on squirting out to the left of the main flood, I hated when that happened, it had been one annoyance my ex-wife had complained about most bitterly (I had splattered her decorative toilet doilies more than once like this) and was wondering if I just wanted to quit trying and mop up the overflow when I was done when I heard it.

One word. “Wow!” In the voice of my son, Ethan. Shit, I’d forgotten he was coming today. Not totally forgotten, but didn’t remember since I’d wakened up. Marian had brought him by right on the dot of ten o’clock (she was superpunctual that way, another point of conflict between us) and just sped off, not wanting to talk to me. Ethan had his own key, of course, he’d just come in and came looking for his Daddy. He’d found me in the bathroom, stark naked, taking a leak!

The “Wow” was obvious from where he was looking. Right at my crotch. Right at my whanger. He’d never seen it before and now he had. Seven years old and he had gotten his first look at Daddy’s huge cock.

Not bragging, folks, just fact, and not always a convenient fact. I’m well-endowed, hell, I’m hung like a horse. Better’n a horse! It’d started out big when I was a baby and just kept growing and growing. Now when hard, it was just shy of a foot long (measured from the top, none of that measuring from the asshole crap some people do), and over five inches around. Even soft, it hung down to nearly my knee. The women in my life could only take my dong with lubrication and a lot of patience on my part...or when they were smashed like I’d tried to do to that girl last night. Then they could take it, though with some blood. My only other alternative was Mr. Hand and like I’d said, I was sick and tired of his work in that department.

So now I had Ethan goggle-eyed, looking at my trouser salami, awe-inspired by the grandeur of it all. Shit! I’d promised Marian I wouldn’t let him get a glimpse of it until he was a teenager, if then! She had this idea it’d give my son an inferiority complex, some psychology book she’d read about children being around naked adults.

So I reached out a hand and pushed the door towards being shut. I said “towards” because Ethan promptly caught it and pushed it back open again. “Wow!” he said again.

“Ethan, I’m in the bathroom!” I chided him. “Can Daddy have a little privacy in here?”

“Uh, sure, sorry!” Ethan said. But he didn’t move.

I pushed the door shut and this time he let it close. Crap, I’d made a mess on the floor before my piss had shut itself off, and me being occupied with trying to close the bathroom door! I finished up with my leak, then spent some time mopping around the toilet with a pad of toilet paper in my hand. I finished cleaning, and staggered back into the hallway toward my bedroom, my hand wiping at my eyes, still trying to clear all the sleep matter out of my eyes’ corners. I got three steps toward my bedroom (which was five steps away), lifted my hand away from my eyes, and stopped, groaned.

Ethan was standing in the hallway, and his eyes were not looking at my face. I sighed. “Ethan, go to your room.” I said.

Ethan did. But his room, which was closer to the bathroom than my own, sent him in my direction and his eyes never left my crotch the entire time. My cock, starved for attention of any sort, twitched and started swelling. Ethan stopped, stared as my dick rose up before him.

I snarled in frustration, swung around him and got into my bedroom quick as I could! Shit! Throwing a boner in front of my own son! I WAS losing it! I needed a woman willing to take on Goliath (my name for it) and love it the entire time. All the stories and movies made it seem like women craved big cocks, but I showed them mine and they were apt to scream and change their minds! It was why I tried to liquor up that bitch last night. And probably why she turned me down at the end of the date, someone had told her or something.

In the bed, I got my clothes on. I had my son for the next week. Not full custody by any means, but only one week a month. My ex-wife had him the other forty weeks of the year.

Over lunch, came the question I dreaded. “Dad?”

“Yeah?”

“You got a big one, don’t you?”

“Big what?” I asked, hoping he meant something else. Anything else.

“A big one.” And Ethan’s gesture left no more doubt, his hand was shaping a form in front of his crotch.

“Yeah.” I said with a faint smile. “I guess I do.”

Ethan thought about it. “Cool!” was his judgment. “Will mine get that big when I grow up?”

“Maybe.” I said and he smiled. “But I hope not.”

“Why not?”

I tried to tell him of my problems in simple words, how a woman couldn’t take such a big one and it hurt her. “It’s probably why your mother left me, you know.” I finished. “I don’t blame her, not really. I pulled it as a surprise on her, figuring she’d be happy about it. She wasn’t. Most women aren’t. Fun to look at, not so much fun to try to do anything with it. Your old Dad had been shortchanged all his life.”

“Nobody wants to play with it?” Ethan asked.

Well, he was seven, I’d done a lot of playing in bed with my buddies by that age. “Yeah, you could say that. Nobody wants to get in bed with your Daddy and make him feel good. That’s why your Daddy lives all alone these days. Probably why he’ll live alone the rest of his life. No, son, I hope you don’t get as big as mine is. I sure don’t.”

“Gee.” Ethan said, and that seemed to end it. We spent the afternoon at a park, playing softball with some other kids and their dads. The next morning, I took Ethan to his school and came back home to sleep.

Yeah, I said sleep. You see, I work nights and needed to get some sleep if I was going to be able to keep my eyes open all night at the plant. And I was used to sleeping nights, it was one reason I’d had so much trouble waking up Sunday morning in time for Ethan’s arrival. I’d had only about five hours of sleep that night, so when I hit my bed, I dozed off and was well into slumberland before ten a.m.

My dreams that time were disturbing but euphoric. My son had stared at my cock and stared at it admiringly. I had been reminded at lunch that day that my son was playing with his friends those old, comforting sex games I’d done as a child. I was frustrated by being unable to find a woman who wanted to engage in the adult version of those games.

It all combined into dreams of my son in bed with me, and me his age, mixing with my own adolescent experiences to be that wonderful, wonderful journey of exploration. His hand on my cock, pumping away at it, no problem for him at all, just jerking my dong, my adult-sized dong, and him smiling and loving it. Oh, God, to be young again and like my son, able to have my friends to join me and pleasure me.

I groaned and I thrashed and I pumped my hips. I was in that magical place, half-asleep and half-awake, feeling myself in my bed, but still enjoying those dreams I was having. I could feel the covers around me, feel the way my cock jutted it up, feel those covers slipping away from me, leaving me bare, uncovered, feeling the hands upon me, hearing the voices around me, admiring loving voices, my son’s voice, my son’s young friends’ voices, murmuring in approval, delight, as small hands touched my cock, loved my cock, fondled my cock, the grip that became tighter and began to pump me in earnest, and I groaned, jerked.

Awoke. Shit! I wasn’t dreaming!

Ethan was there, along with two, three, four of his friends! He’d brought them by to see Daddy’s big dick! And I had a full-on boner for them to look at! They’d come into my bedroom, pulled off the covers, me with a sleep erection, and they had taken to touching, admiring, fondling it, giving me those dreams, maybe, and I had been groaning, loving their touches. The hand on my cock...it was Ethan’s! My son had my cock in his hand and was flogging my pud. Just like in my dreams! Hell, this WAS my dream, I’d been awake and not realizing it as my son pumped my cock!

“What the hell?” I gaped out, not that I was really wondering what was going on, but it’s like you have to say it when this sort of thing happens. Realizing that, I said, “Son, what have you done?”

“I told my friends you had this big peter, Daddy!” Ethan gushed. “And they all wanted to see it. So I brought them over to show it to them. I knew you’d be in bed when we got out of school.”

“See it?” I gasped.

“Yeah, and Dad, they all agreed that they’d love to play with your peter for you, seeing how you don’t have anyone to do it for you.” Ethan went on. “I told them you didn’t have anyone and it was making you sad. So now, you got all of us. These guys will come by when I’m not home, we’ll all take turns for you, Daddy!”

“Take turns?” I groaned. Oh, God, that felt so good. So good, to have someone else working my pud for me. Even a hand is better than nothing at all, when it’s someone else doing it for you!

Something inside me gave up at that point. All the years of frustration, of being turned down by the women in my life, their moans and complaints when I did get them into bed. Now I had eager, friendly hands on my body, all of them wanting to play with it! You got to be in my position to understand how preciously wonderful that was!

So I just said, “Oh, yeah, Son, come on, pump Daddy’s dick for him, oh, yeah, baby, come on and make me shoot!”

“Shoot?” Ethan asked.

“It’s what happens to grown-ups.” a friend of his chipped in before I could. “You pump him enough, it’ll squirt all over his stomach. That’s what happened to my older brother when I was watching him in bed once. He got pissed when he saw me watching him.”

“My daddy isn’t mad!” Ethan said proudly as he worked my prick. “He loves what I’m doing for him, don’t you, Daddy?”

“Yeah, Son, yeah!”

Ethan prodded me for more as he whacked me. “Yeah, you like this, don’t you, Daddy? You like me doing this for you, don’t you Daddy? Don’t you like it?”

“Oh, I love it, Son, I love it!” I moaned.

“Are you going to shoot it all over yourself, like Bob’s brother did?”

“Yeah, Son, yeah!” I grunted. “Soon, baby, soon, Daddy’s going to cream all over for you. Big load, yeah, Son!”

“Come on, Daddy, show everyone how much you shoot!” Ethan bragged. His hand was moving on me so fast, you couldn’t see his little fingers any more. My cock was wagging back and forth and it was practically humming, it was so happy! God, a hand on my cock, someone loving my big, fat, huge, oversized monster dong, nobody had ever loved it before now, nobody ever loved it! But my son did, my son and his friends, they were all staring eagerly, watching Ethan pump my pud. Waiting for me to squirt! Waiting for me! Waiting for it!

“Oh, oh, I’m coming, Son, I’m coming, I’m coming!” I gasped out. “Oh, oh, UH, GUH-GUH-GUH-HUH-HUH-HUH-HUNNNNNHHHHHHKKKKHHHH!”

And my cock revenged itself for all the long weeks of self-abuse, it was like I hadn’t come in months! Years! I jerk-spurted a huge jet of come into the air, high above my heaving stomach, and up it flew to land on my chest and my neck. And another wad flew out, just as big, then another and another and another!

“Oh!” “Wow!” “Jeepers!” “Look at that!” “Cool!” The kids around my bed practically applauded as I blasted my wads out, me groaning and writhing under my son’s hand flailing on me pud, and even Ethan was grinning widely, proud of what he’d done, proud he’d made his Daddy squirt a heavy load of spunk all over himself.

“See, guys, my Daddy had a big cock and it squirts out a big load!” Ethan said when I was done, me panting and chest heaving on the bed, my sheets wet with my sweat.

“Yeah, that’s something!” one of his friends said. “Can I whack him off next?”

“No, I want to do it next!” another one said.

“Me after that!”

“No, me!”

“Boys, boys!” I said, laughing. “There’s plenty of me to go around.”

“Yeah, but for the next week, Daddy’s all mine.” Ethan interjected. “You get him next week when I go back home with Mom. Until the next time!”

“But we can come watch, can’t we?

“Yeah, we can’t watch?”

“Come on, we want to watch!”

“Okay, okay!” I said, enjoying this feeling of being wanted. I’d had it so rarely. I’d just been looking in the wrong places. No woman could appreciate a man’s cock. But young boys, they were astounded by it and couldn’t get enough! “You boys come by again this time after school and you can all watch my son whack my dong. Then you can take over for him next week when he’s back with his mother.”

Suddenly, life was looking a lot better to me!

THE END
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