Don't Go, Daddy!

By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
Artwork (c) 2007 by Eduardo

I was waiting on the couch when Daddy came home, and the minute he walked in the door, I launched myself at him, clutched his body, pressed my head against his stomach and I wailed out the words I had been dying to yell for the last two hours. "Please don't go, Daddy!"

"Whoa, Todd, where am I going?" Daddy asked me.

"Momma said you were going to go away!" I said, holding him tighter despite his attempts to extricate himself from my grip. "Momma said you were going to leave!"

"Why would she say anything like that?" Daddy said to me.

"I heard her talking to Mrs. Franklin." I said. "She said that you were going to leave."

"Shit!" Daddy muttered to himself. "Son, I'm not going to leave."

"But Momma said you said to her that unless she did what you wanted her to do, you were going to leave." I looked up at Daddy. With my chin digging into his stomach, I could just see his face staring down over the bulge of his chest. My Daddy is a big, strong man, he works in construction and he is stronger than anybody I ever knew. His face is rugged and lined from the work he does and being out in all kinds of weather, but usually when he looked down at me, his six-year-old only child, he had a smile on it, twisting those lines into a very happy look. Not now, now he was utterly surprised and upset.

"You overheard that?"

"Uh-huh." I said. "Mommy said that you told her either she was going to let you put your dick in her mouth and suck on it, or you'd dump her like yesterday's garbage."

"Oh, jeez!" Daddy said, tipping his orange construction helmet back from his head in dismay. "Son, you got to realize that when you get mad, sometimes you say things you don't really mean."

"And then Momma told Mrs. Franklin that it'd be a cold day in hell before she ever did anything as disgusting as that for you."

Daddy grimaced, then chuckled when it wasn't funny, if you know what I mean. "That's your mother all over."

"Said if you didn't like it, you could just lump it." I concluded. "So that means you're going to leave."

"Son, son!" Daddy said. "I was mad at your mother last night. She doesn't.... I mean, your mother isn't very...well, very much fun in that sort of thing. You're too young to understand what it is daddies and mommies do in bed, but it's important. And your Momma and me, well, we aren't having that much in common in there."

"So you're going to leave?" I hugged him tighter again at that.

"Jesus!" Daddy swore. "No, not right away, anyhow."

"But you will leave."

"I don't want to." Daddy said. "But Son, sometimes, it's like Mrs. Franklin and her husband."

I knew that Mr. Franklin had moved away almost a year ago. I hadn't seen him since. "Please don't go, Daddy!" I cried out again.

"I'm trying not to." Daddy said. "I'll talk with your mother some more and we'll try to work it all out."

"But if you can't, you'll leave!" I said. I'd heard more about what Momma said than I'd told him. No way was Momma going to suck my Daddy's dick for him, ever. In fact, she didn't plan to do anything in bed with him for a long time.

"Now, Todd, when you get older, you'll understand about these things." And I could tell that Daddy didn't think Momma was going to do it either.

"It's okay, Daddy." I said. "I know what to do."

"What?" Daddy was surprised. "Do what?"

I let go of Daddy and reached for the fly of his jeans. My Daddy didn't wear a belt, except for the heavy tool belt he wore on the job, but he took that off and left it in the pickup. All I had to do was unbutton the gold buttons of his fly and I got that done while Daddy was still goggling down at me.

"What are you doing?" Daddy finally got out.

"I don't want you to leave, Daddy!" I said as I fished inside his briefs.

"But, Son, I..."

And what was when I got hold of his cock. Nice and fat and firm, it swelled in my hand when I pulled it out. By the time I got it clear of the briefs and out of the fly, it was already hard.

"So anything Mom won't do for you, I can." I said.

And with that, I stuffed that hard dong into my mouth.

It was harder than the guys at school had told me it would be. Harder to do, I mean. From the way they'd talked about it, with their grinning, smirking and nudging each other and giggling, I figured it was something pretty easy to do.

But my Daddy's dick was so big, I found fitting it into my mouth to be a lot tougher than I'd thought! Still, this was the only way to keep my Daddy home with us, instead of living in another town like Mr. Franklin, so I kept on working on it. I got the head of it inside my mouth and a bit of the shaft and was trying to cram more in when Daddy reached down and caught hold of my head, and pulled me off of it.

"Do you know what you're doing?" Daddy asked me.

"I think so." I said. "You want your dick sucked. The guys at school said anyone can suck a dick, even me. So I'm ready to suck your dick cause Momma won't."

I looked at Daddy's cock, all sticky and wet from my mouth. "So can I suck it some more. It's kind of salty, but not as nasty as I thought it would be."

Daddy looked at me some more, and then his hand let go of me. He didn't say anything but he licked his lips kind of nervously.

I took that as "okay" and I leaned in and took his cock back into my mouth. When I got it back inside, my Daddy kind of moaned softly.

I sucked on it, just like the word said, and after a bit of that, Daddy said, "That's not how you do it, Son."

"Huh?" I let go long enough to say that.

"You can't do it like that. You have to work it back and forth like this." Daddy's hand on my head guided me onto his cock, and with my lips hanging on, he showed me how to work my head. After a few strokes, he let go and I was bobbing on my own.

"Yeah, like that, Son, like that." Daddy moaned. "Just like that, just like that, oh, yeah, baby, just like that."

My head tired and I slowed, and Daddy reached and his lunch pail bonked my head, it was made of plastic and empty, but it made a bonk sound, like I said.

"Sorry, Son." Daddy looked around. "Jesus, I forgot to even shut the fucking door."

His foot lifted and kicked back to close it.

"Okay, Son, get to doing it again."

I started in again and did my best. Daddy was groaning pretty good, but again, my mouth got tired.

Daddy felt me slow down and he said, "Come on, Son, let's take this over to the couch."

He had me lie down on the couch and then he got on my chest, and putting his cock back into my mouth, he was able to hunch down into me. All I had to do was hang on and let him fuck at me. Daddy's dick was getting awful hot, and he was moaning really hard. I was finding it kind of hard to breathe with him doing that, but I could tell Daddy was about finished, I knew when I groaned like that when my buddies played with me in bed, I was about done, and so I held on best I could and waited for my Daddy to finish.

And boy, did he! The boys at school hadn't told me anything about what happened next, which was that Daddy groaned really loud and then suddenly, a lot of hot slimy goo squirted out of his wienie and into my mouth.

I was surprised, and I choked, sputtered, but Daddy was on top of me and I couldn't let go of it, all I could do was swallow and I did, I gulped down a huge load of his salty cream but more flowed in, and I choked again and I coughed and his jizz squirted back out of my mouth and some of it out of my nose, even, and then I gulped again, and then sneezed, and more of my Daddy's gunk squelched out of my nostrils, and then Daddy was done, panting hard, but no more thick salty slime came out, and I was able to gulp the last of it down, and then blow out my nostrils to clear my nose, and my Daddy was staggering as he climbed off me, his chest rising and falling hard as he panted, and he looked down at me and said, "Hoo! That was something, Todd! Really something!"

I grinned at Daddy, feeling his salty wads on my face and I said, "Did I do that right, Daddy?"

"You did just fine, Todd, just fine!" Daddy said, and I sat up and Daddy reached out and rumpled my hair. "You're a real mess, though."

"Yeah, I guess so." I said. "I didn't know you were going to do that stuff out of your dick."

"Are you all right?" Daddy asked, concerned. "I didn't know...I mean, I thought you knew."

"I know now." I said, smiling. "And it's okay, it's kind of nice. I liked it."

"Yeah. It's real nice." Daddy agreed. "Wish your Mom thought so."

"You're going to stay then, Daddy?" I said. "I mean, any time you want me to, I'll suck your dick again."

"Any time I want to, huh?" Daddy said. "I really wish your Mom thought that way."

I remembered that Mom wasn't going to do anything in bed with Daddy again for a long time. "Well, any time you want to do something and Mom won't do it, just come get me. I'll do it, whatever it is."

Daddy sat down beside me on the couch, put his arm around me. "You know, Son, I really believe you would."

"Sure, Dad. Anything." I said.

"Then it's settled." Daddy said. "Long as you can give me what your Mom won't, I' m staying!"