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I looked out the window at the snow blowing in what was going to turn into a blizzard any moment if the weathermen were right. I stirred, reached and my hand hit the empty pillow beside me. Damn! I'd had three days to get used to my new wife being away and it still shocked me.
Dawn outside, and I could tell by the chill that the heat was out again. I'd better get up and start a fire so that Todd could come in to a warm room when he woke up. I'd given him plenty of blankets the night before, he ought to be all right.
Nude, swaddled in a blanket from my bed, I padded in to the living room and started the fire. I'd gotten used to doing this all over again. We didn't dare burn fires in Antarctica, once you did something to the primordial ice, it stayed done to it forever. But here in Concepcion, Chile, fires were necessary to deal with an older house with a malfunctioning furnace, especially in July when the average temperature was close to freezing. As for the furnace, it turned out the entire electric lines were out. Probably brought down by the blizzard now beginning to roar outside.
With the fire going, I settled down on the couch and waited for it to get warm. I didn't want to go back to that cold bed. Shit! If I'd wanted to sleep alone, I wouldn't have gotten married the second time.
But when my son Todd, from my first marriage, got out of school and came to stay with me, my new wife revealed a part of her fiery temper I hadn't expected. She informed me that her mother was sick and she would be spending the winter with her and would return in the spring...about the time Todd was supposed to go back to the States. It was clear, if my son came into my house, my wife would leave it. Hell of a choice to make a man make!
I drowsed by the fire as I considered my life. I spent my life from September to May in Antarctica, studying the great ice sheets. From June to August, I could return to the States and spend my summers in warmth. So how the hell did I end up in Concepcion, Chile instead, where July is the dead of winter instead of the hottest month of the year? It had been love, or so I'd thought at the time. I was beginning to wonder. What woman wants to have a husband only three months of the year? Maria refused to leave Concepcion and her family, and it was hard to argue with her logic when I'd be leaving her alone nine months of the year, so I had consigned myself to an eternal winter. Snow, snow and more snow.
Todd thought it was great, when he'd arrived the day before to snowfall. He and I had tossed some snowballs back and forth in the park, then I'd taken him to a restaurant that served up American food, and then home to unpack. An eventful day for him, he'd fallen asleep easily enough. Too bad a blizzard was predicted for today, we'd have to spend the next few days inside and alone. For a kid who hadn't seen his dad in nine months, I figured he'd be fine. And so would I. I could do without a wife for a few months. Maybe I could bring Maria with me to Antarctica, have to get her a job with the research group for that, that or pay her way as a full tourist, but other couples managed that. I didn't see Maria cooking for twenty or washing clothes, though. And with nothing to do, Antarctica would drive her crazy for certain. Maybe short stays, then....
"Daddy?" came Todd's sleepy voice. I looked up and saw my son standing there, wearing only a pair of briefs. Six years old, his slender, pale frame was like looking into an old photograph album of myself. His hair was a darker brown than mine, but his nose and his eyes were mine, and so was that smooth curve of his jaw-line.
"Todd?" I said. "You ought to get back in bed. The furnace is out, I've built a fire but it's going to take another hour or so to warm up this room."
"Nu-uh." he said, rubbing his eyes. "Can I sit with you?"
"If you want." I said. I'd expected him to go get himself another blanket, but instead he came over and crawled up on the couch. I watched him and said, "You're going to be cold like that."
"Can I share yours?" Todd indicated my blanket.
"Well, okay." I said and opened up my blanket.
Todd took the opportunity to get onto my lap (which I was half-expecting him to do when he asked to share) and when he did, he snickered, "Daddy, you're naked!"
"Uh? Oh, oh, yeah!" I said, feeling my face flush. My own fault, I was used to months of being with other men in a dormitory, close quarters where you couldn't manage if you were unduly modest. The rest of the year, I was a man sharing a bed with his new wife, another reason to not wear pajamas. "I forgot." I said sheepishly. "Let me throw one end of the blanket over me, and then you can sit on that." For Todd was sitting now on my bare legs.
"No, it's okay." Todd said and giggled again. His little ass snug in its briefs snuggled itself onto one of my thighs and he said. "Just the two of us here."
"Yeah." I said.
"Is Maria going to come back soon?" he asked.
"I don't think so." I said. "Her mother is awfully sick. But we can go see her."
"That's okay." Todd wiggled again and he said. "Daddy?"
"Yeah, Todd?"
"Can I take off my briefs, too?"
"Why do you want to do that?" I asked him.
"I want to be naked like you." He said.
"Oh." I said. And my cock gave a bit of a jerk. "Like me, huh?"
"Yeah." And Todd gave another giggle. "Can I, Daddy? Huh, can I?"
"I guess so." I agreed and wondered if that was wise or not. But to kids, being naked is something new and exciting. Some kids revel in it, running around nude as much as they can and some of them never do get over it, and become nudists as adults. I had a touch of that desire, in that I saw clothes as serving a purpose, you wore them if you needed them. But if you didn't, then you didn't have to wear them, did you?
Todd immediately reached for his briefs and began worming about on my leg. His own thigh brushed my cock again and again while he did so and each time, my cock swelled a bit more. By the time he was done, his briefs brought triumphantly by one hand to hang outside the blanket and he dropped them ceremoniously on the floor. "That's better!" he announced.
"Sure." I agreed.
And Todd leaned down to snuggle up against my chest, and when he did, his thigh pressed my now-hard cock against my stomach. "Mmm, what's this?" Todd asked me.
Before I could frame an answer that would both be true and innocuous, Todd had gripped my cock firmly in one hand. "It's all hard!" he said and giggled.
"Yeah, it is." I agreed.
"Mine is, too." Todd said semi-bashfully.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." Todd said.
I'm not sure where my courage came from, but I reached up and took hold of his little dick. "It sure is, isn't it, Son?"
"Yeah, Daddy." Todd said. "Just like yours."
"Yeah." I agreed.
"Yours feels really nice and big and warm." Todd said.
"Yours is kind of nice, too." I said. And to prove it, I gripped his pud tightly in my fingers and I began to work it back and forth. Todd gasped in surprise and his little head went back a little and his mouth opened up in a soft sigh. "You like it when I do that?" I asked him.
"Ooh, yeah, Daddy, do it some more." Todd gasped. "Feels good!"
"Like this?" I said and I began to work his tiny prick faster. "You like it when I do this, too?"
"Oooh, oooh, oohh!" was all Todd said.
"I guess you do." I grinned and Todd looked up at me, his eyes soft and wondering, his mouth open still. His body slid down until his buttocks were in between my legs, cradled against my left arm as my right hand kept working his pud. His own left hand came up and brushed my chest, his right...his right began to work my own dong the way I was working his.
"Uhhhh, that feels good, Son!" I told him.
"Keep doing mine, Daddy, please!" Todd gasped out. "I like it, Daddy, I like it, oh, keep doing it, please!"
"Yeah, Son, I will, don't you worry." I said. "You just sit there and enjoy it and your Daddy will make you feel really, really good." I was practically slavering at my son, my baby, my little boy. I'd been parted from his mother for nearly two years, parted from my new wife for three days. Neither had been willing to stay by me, to take what I could afford to give them. Nobody but my own little boy. I couldn't make either of my wives happy, but I could make my little boy feel joy like he'd never felt before!
"Oh, Daddy, Daddy, oh, oh!" Todd was panting. "That's good, Daddy, that's so good."
"Hang on, Baby, it's going to feel even better soon."
"It does, Daddy, it does, it...oh, oh, OH, OH, OH, OHHH, OHHHHHH, OHHHH!" My son quivered with his little climax, he clung to me and shuddered and his eyes looked up into mine, dazzled by lust, dizzied by orgasm, drained by his joy into a soft, pliable core of flesh, blood of my blood, pounding in his veins as his little chest heaved and gasped and he sobbed out his last dregs of delight against my body.
I worked him a little longer, to make sure I let him feel the entirety of his body's ecstasy, but when I felt him begin to wince, I let go.
"How'd that feel, Son?" I asked him.
"Ooh, Daddy, oohh!" and Todd reached up and gave me a kiss like...like the kind I wanted so much from the women in my life and so rarely, rarely got. He panted and his hand slid up and down my chest. "That was good, Daddy!" Todd said sincerely.
"I know." I said. "I used to love it when my friends from school and I would do this. Haven't you ever done it with your friends?"
"No." Todd admitted. "But maybe when I go home, we can."
I laughed. "Be careful, Son." I said. "Some of your friend's mothers aren't going to want you to play with their boys like this at all."
"I'll be careful." Todd promised. And then his hand, still on my turgid prong, seeemed to remind him it was there. "Can I do yours, now?" he asked me.
And again without waiting for me to answer, he began to work my prong even while he got back up into a sitting position. He managed that a while, then he shifted and got straddle of my lap so that he was facing me, and had both hands around my cock. That let him really skin my shaft up and down.
"Ahh, ahh, ah, Baby!" I groaned. "That's good, Baby, so good!"
"You like this, Daddy?" Todd asked me.
"Yeah, Baby, yeah!" I moaned. "Work my dick, make it feel good like yours did, make me squirt my jizz all over you."
"Jizz?"
"Yeah." I panted. "White stuff shoots out when it feels extra good. It won't hurt you, none, honest."
"Okay, Daddy!" Todd worked my dong and I lay further back on the couch, scooting downwards as I did, and Todd slipped and then slid down onto the floor, his head vanishing under the blanket as he did. Now he had his arms resting on my thighs as he jerked my hard, throbbing organ!
"Oh, Baby, I'm going to come, I'm going to come!" I gasped out. "Going to shoot it, going to shoot it!"
"Yeah, Daddy!" came Todd's muffled voice from under the blanket. "Shoot it, Daddy!"
And I felt his hot breath on my shaft when he said that. He was going to see this, see it up close!
"I'm coming, Son, I'm coming, UH, UH, UH-UH-UH-HUH-HUH....GUHH-KUHHHH!"
And my cock blasted out a load like it had been years since my last sex. Hot, heavy, it gushed out and splattered my son's face and body. At the last second, Todd had aimed my cockhead right at his face!
Todd gave a sound of surprise, a laugh, then a bit of choking, then more laughter. I was really spraying my son's face hard and he was loving it!
And as I finished my wad-blast, as I was down to the last dribbles, I felt Todd's mouth move down and I gasped anew as I felt his mouth close upon my cock. And his tongue lapping at my glans! Todd was licking the come off my dick! Licking it off, sucking it up.
"Baby!" I groaned. "Oh, Baby!" And I lifted the blankets back and looked down at my son. A white wad was across his forehead, another reached from his right ear to almost his nose, but he was otherwise clean. I realized dizzily that Todd had caught most of my load right into his open mouth!
"Oh, Baby, you drank it! You drank it!" I moaned.
"Yeah, Daddy, it was neat!" Todd said. His hand milked my cock down and up and a peal of my come was wrung out, and Todd reached out and scarfed it up. "Tastes good!"
"Baby!" I said, and then, "Get up here."
Todd gleefully climbed into my lap, straddling me again, and I pulled his face up to mine, kissed him, tasting that salty tang on his lips and then I reached over and I licked my tongue along the length of my jizz on his cheek, and then, my tongue laden with it, I reached out and inserted my tongue into his mouth, and Todd joyfully sucked it off.
I did the same with the stripe on his forehead and again Todd was happy to take my come-loaded tongue and suck it dry.
My last gasps ended as Todd finished that, and I smiled at my happy boy's grin and I tousled his hair, said, "You are something else, Son!"
"That was great, Daddy!" Todd said in something like awe. "It just squirted all over me. I opened my mouth and it sprayed right inside just like spraying a fizzy drink with my thumb." Todd had done that yesterday, taken a Cola and shaken it up with his thumb over the top, then barely shifting it, it sprayed out and he used that to spray it into his mouth. It was a casual restaurant, I had laughed and mopped his shirt with a napkin afterward.
"Yeah, it does that." I agreed.
"Can we do that again?" Todd asked. And he ducked back under the covers and I felt my cock slurped back into his mouth.
"Oh, Baby, it...it can take a while...before it's...." I tapered off because my cock had already surged back into full tumescence. It was ready to go again. I hadn't experienced that in years.
But Todd's soft mouth sucked on me and Todd seemed to realize he needed to work it back and forth, and he began to suck me like that. He couldn't take the full length, but his little mouth kept my glans captive while the next couple of inches worked back and forth over it.
After a while, at my suggestion, I got Todd up on the couch and me lying with my head on the arm, and Todd between my legs. The blanket didn't reach quite far enough, his legs stuck out from underneath it. After a time, I judged the heat in the room enough to be comfortable (the blanket was getting too warm) and I threw it off from us, and just lay there, enjoying the sight of my son between my legs, my cock stuffed comfortably into his mouth, and him smiling around it up at me. A few minutes of that and I felt my orgasm rising again.
"I'm going to come again, Son." I cautioned him. "You ready to take it again?"
"Mm-hmm!" came his muffled affirmative.
I stared down intently at him, his own brown furrowed in concentration as he sped up his milking and my delight overtook me and I groaned, "Here it comes, Baby, here it comes, UH-HUH, HUH-KUHHHHHH, HNNNNNN!" My second climax struck me soft and warm, just like Todd's lips and when I came, it flowed out gently and warmly into his mouth. Todd suckled at me blissfully and I watched him drink down every drop, then I closed my own eyes and sighed.
Such a warm, soft, magical moment...and the ring of the telephone was a cruel blow to it indeed.
Cursing, I reached for the phone just above my head and got the receiver up to my ears. "Bueno?" I asked. "Si, si, yo entiendo. Gracias, Senor, todos es bueno. Adios."
"Who was that?" Todd wanted to know.
"The landlord." I said. "Said that the power is out all over the block. They won't be able to fix it today, probably not until tomorrow. But don't worry, we can keep the fire going and roast chicken over the fire and so on."
"No television?" Todd wanted to know.
"Not today." I said. "Even tomorrow, there won't be any English stations, they're all in Spanish here. But don't worry, we'll find something to do today."
Todd's hand grasped my cock, now thoroughly drained and soft. "Yeah, we'll find something."
I grinned. "How about you get back up here in my lap?" I suggested. It was his turn again!
And as Todd got back into my lap and I wrapped my fingers around his little pud again, the only sounds were the happy grunts from my son's lips as I fondled him, the crackling of the roaring fire, and the hissing of the July snow against the windowpane.
THE END
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