A Real Handful

By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
Artwork (c) 2001 by Rebel Rotica

I climbed out of the bathtub, dripping wet and didn't bother with the towel as I ran down the hall and into the living room. I'd heard my Daddy come in the front door and I wanted to greet him quick as I could! My Daddy was back with us after being away for an awful long time. I barely remembered him, he left when I was only four and now I was nearly six. I'd enter school for the first time in the fall but I was counting on lots of time with my Daddy throughout the summer.

Daddy had been home maybe five minutes already, he was sitting on the couch watching the television when I ran in. "Daddy! Daddy, you're home!" I yelped and jumped into his lap.

"Hey, Ford, how you doing, you little nudist?" Daddy said My name was "Beauford," but Daddy and Mom always called me "Ford" long as I could remember. "And soaking wet, too. Why didn't you dry off before you plopped your ass into my lap, huh?" Daddy wouldn't care about getting wet, he was already dirty from his job, dirty and greasy in places. He was wearing only blue jeans and tank-top, his shirt had been discarded when he got inside the door, and his red hard hat was sitting on top of the television set.

But he hugged me anyhow so I didn't care.

Mom did, though. She came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a kitchen cloth, and said, "Didn't he finish his bath?"

"I finished!" I protested.

"He just didn't dry off." Daddy added. "Or put on any clothes."

"I'm na-ked!" I chanted.

"He sure is." Daddy chuckled.

"I'm naked, I'm naked, I'm na-ked!" I bounced up and down in his lap.

"He's naked, he's naked, he's na-ked!"

"You're as bad as he is." Mom said. "Well, dinner will be ready in about fifteen more minutes. If he's not dressed and ready by then, he can just skip dinner, as far as I'm concerned. And so can you unless you get him to do it. You want back in his life, then take charge of him, Buster."

"Yeah, take charge of me, Buster." I grinned at my Daddy, the evil grin I'd seen in the cartoons.

Daddy grinned the same sort of grin back at me and placed his forehead on mine and rolled it back and forth on mine a couple of time. "I've got a wet, naked kid bouncing on my lap." He said. "What am I supposed to do with you, anyhow?"

"I dunno." I grinned again. "What do you think you should do?"

"I'd say first thing is to get you to settle down." Daddy replied. "Then we'll dry you off and put some clothes on you."

I knew a challenge when I heard it. "And how are you going to settle me down, huh, huh, huh?" And I started bouncing up and down on his lap again.

Daddy had one arm and hand on my back and outer arm, the other hand he had on my outer knee, this hand he slid up my outer thigh and up toward my lap. I squirmed and got my outer leg out from under his hand and figured I was halfway to freedom, my plan was to worm myself out of his lap and onto the floor and make him chase me. But Daddy had other plans.

I squirmed forward on his lap and was sort of lying back a little when Daddy's hand reached my thingie. What I didn't realize was that this was his objective all along, because he had it grabbed and firmly in his fingers before I knew he was doing it.

When I did, I stopped squirming and giggled. "Daddy." I breathed. "You got my wiener."

"Got to settle you down some way or other." Daddy said. "I figure this ought to do it." And he began to work my wiener up and down in his fingers, making the skin work back and forth over it.

My little dick got hard as it could be as he did that, and I gasped. "Ooh, ooh, Daddy!"

"See? You're holding still for me now, aren't you?" Daddy said to me, again pressing his forehead to mine, staring right into my eyes as he worked my prick up and down in his fingers.

I could only moan in response, because all sorts of strange, amazing sensations were racing out of my prick being moved in Daddy's fingers. I panted and said, "Feels good, Daddy!"

"It does feel good, doesn't it, Son?" Daddy said to my face, still entrapped in his eyes that filled my vision. I was looking right into those big, blue, loving eyes of his, they filled my world.

"Uh-huh." I said. "Real good."

"It's going to feel even better in a little bit, baby." Daddy said. "Are you ready, Son? Are you ready to feel really, really good?"

"Yeah, Daddy." I breathed. "Oh, oh, Daddy!" My time of feeling really, really good had just arrived, my whole world was one gigantic explosion of delight within my mind, and my external world was Daddy's eyes, now narrowed and dancing with mischief. "Oh, OH, OH, OHH, OHH, OHHHHHHHH!" And that quickly, my delight was done, ebbed, dwindled, was gone. "Oh, oh, oh, Daddy!" I heaved.

"Did you like that, Son?"

"Oh, oh, yeah, Daddy!" I panted.

"Made you settle down, didn't it?"

"Uh? Uh, yeah, Daddy." I agreed. I didn't feel like bouncing up and down right now.

"Good." Daddy said. "Dinner is less than five minutes from now. So get your scrawny naked butt back to your room and get dried off and into clothes now, you hear me?"

"Sure, Daddy!" I agreed.

Daddy slapped my bare butt as I got off his lap. It didn't hurt, it was a playful noise only and I giggled and raced to get dressed.

Mom and Dad were talking seriously when I got back. "This was my last full day." Daddy said. "I get a few weeks now at half-days while we lay the concrete, but then, pfft!" He said a noise like a broken bubble. "That'll be it for me until I find something else. And in this market, construction work is way, way down...." Daddy shook his head. "I don't know what I'll do."

"I know it's going to be rough." Mom said. "It's why I let you come back, after all. But I've talked to my boss. I can get some extra work, but God, if I'm at work, who's going to look after Ford now that he's out of school?"

"You don't go to work until eleven." Dad pointed out. "I go to work at seven and will be home by twelve thirty. We can leave him alone for an hour and a half, can't we? Or with the next-door neighbor or something?"

"Maybe, but that's still not a long-term solution." Mom grimaced. "Well, I'll find out what my boss can do and we'll take it from there."

"We'll make it." Daddy said, putting his hand on Mom's. "Now that I'm back, we don't have to pay for two apartments any longer."

Mom looked down at her hand and then withdrew it with a look on her face like she'd just tasted something she didn't like. "Living here is all you're doing, remember, Ryan."

"I remember." Daddy said, making a face. "With you, how can I forget?"

That ended all the talk at the table for the night. Daddy sat up watching television for a long time after Mom and me went to bed.

Daddy was gone by the time I got up the next morning. Mom had to go in early to talk with her boss so she left me with that neighbor Dad had mentioned. Mrs. Turner, I didn't like her, she was old and smelled funny and watched dumb shows on her television and wouldn't let me watch anything else instead. I took some of my toys over, but was really bored by the time Daddy came home. By then, I was sitting on the front porch of Ms. Turner's house, waiting for him.

His pickup turned the corner and pulled up into our driveway and I jumped up and ran yelling. "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!"

"Hey, sport!" Daddy said and held out his arms to greet me.

"You're home, Daddy!" I yelped and grabbed him in a big hug. He let me go and so did I, but I was dancing around him when we walked in the door. Jumping up and down and babbling on and on about everything and nothing at once, if you know what I mean.

Daddy let me go on until we got inside and he said, "You're all worked up, aren't you?"

"Yeah, Daddy, yeah!" I agreed.

"Do I got to settle you down again?"

I broke a big grin. "I guess you do, Daddy."

"Well, then, get into your room and strip completely and then haul your naked butt back out here. Move it, Ford, now."

"You bet!" I scampered into my room and got out of my clothes. I couldn't wait to get back in Daddy's lap and have that wonderful feeling again when he played with my wiener.

I got back and looked, surprised. My Daddy was naked, too! He was sitting on the couch like he had the day before, only this time, his own dick was standing up straight! I stopped when I saw it, awestruck. It was so big!

"Come on, Ford, get in my lap."

"With that?" I said, looking at Daddy's thing.

Daddy looked down and laughed. "Don't worry, Son. Just sit down. It won't bite."

I sat down, and Daddy wiggled under me and we finally got with me in his lap and him slid down on the couch, me sitting partly on his stomach and his wiener sticking up between my legs.

"Now we're ready." Daddy told me.

"For what?"

"To both feel better at the same time." Daddy told me and his hand came down and caught my dick against the palm, and pushed it over up against his and he gripped us together. I felt that hot shaft of his pulsing against mine and that just felt better. Daddy began to pump us up and down and I wormed and groaned like before.

But Daddy's dick kept sliding out of his fingers. He was so big around, he couldn't hold onto both my little dick and his own bigger rod at the same time. The third time he slipped and let go and stopped, I said, "Let me try it, Daddy."

I used both my hands and got a good hold on both of us. Daddy groaned himself when I did that. "Yeah, baby, that's the way, get a good hold on my pud." he mumbled. "Really get them both working for us, Son, make us both feel good."

I began jerking us both and Daddy was moaning happily and I felt pretty darned good. But even using both hands, my arms got tired in a hurry. You aren't used to using them that way, you know, and I'd just spent two and a half hours pushing my toy cars around Mrs. Turner's house.

So I began to slow down and not move like I did before. "I'm sorry, Daddy." I gasped. "My arms are getting tired."

"S'Okay, Son." Daddy breathed. "Time I showed you other ways to feel better down there, if you got someone to do it for you."

At Daddy's instructions, I got up on the couch so I was standing on the cushions on either side of him, and he scooted down even more and I saw him reach his face in toward my dick and I didn't know what he was doing. Would Daddy bite my wienie? How could that feel good?

But Daddy wrapped his lips around my thingie and I felt his lips all soft and warm gripping me, and then he began to bob his head back and forth and I nearly fainted. Oh, that felt so, so GOOD! I moaned loud enough to yell if I'd opened my lips wider. "Ooh, ooh, Daddy, that's good, so good!" I groaned.

My pleasure, which had been building slowly with Daddy's hand and then with mine, built up in a hurry. "Oh, Daddy, it feels good, really good, oh, OH, OH, OH, OH, OHHH-OHHHHH!" I again was wracked by the most wonderful feeling and it was even better in some ways than it had been the day before. I shook and shuddered and held onto Daddy's head as he sucked on me, like my cock was a candy stick or something. It felt great, though and when I was finally done, Daddy let me down onto the couch, lying with my head on the arm of the couch and my legs on his lap.

Daddy looked at me lying there and said, "Well, Son, are you feeling better?"

"Yeah, Daddy, ooh, that's just so good!"

"Good. Are you ready to do mine for me, then?"

"Sure, Daddy."

"You want to use your hands again, or want to try what I was doing for you and suck on it?" Daddy rose from the couch and I saw that huge whanger of his jutting out. Could I work that with my mouth like Daddy had for me?

I got a sudden vision of Daddy standing over me and his cock in my mouth and I suddenly shuddered intensely. "Yeah, Daddy, please. I'd like to suck on your wienie."

And Daddy suddenly made my dream come true, he stepped over and threw one leg over me onto the couch, rested on his knee on that side and that put his cock right in front of my face, ready for me to suck on it.

I opened my mouth and took it inside. Daddy gasped and told me what to do then, and I obeyed, keeping my teeth away from it, getting my mouth all full of my spit and then my moving up and down on his cock did get easier. His dick tasted funny, all meaty and salty and a bit of something heavy-flavored on top of that, but it was good and I was looking at Daddy above me, moving his hips back and forth slowly and I started holding still and letting my Daddy do all the moving. That let me drink in the look of him, looking down at me over the big muscled mounds of his chest and Daddy grinning above them the way the sun grins over the mountains like it does when you can see sunrise like that, really nice.

Daddy kept moving, and his face got kind of soft-looking and then he opened his mouth, breathing hard, and his grunts got faster and faster, then he gasped, "I'm about to come, Son! Can you take it? Can I squirt my hot cream in your mouth?"

Hot cream? Sure! I grunted my agreement and my Daddy suddenly got really worked up. The thought of me taking his cream really made him excited. He started groaning like crazy and his cock in my mouth got all hot, really hot, it was almost burning me, and then he let out a long, low moan. "OHHHHHHHH, GO-O-O-O-O-O-D, I'm CO-O-O-O-O-O-OMING!" is what he said in a barely understandable voice, it was more of a moan, like I said, and that was when I found out what he meant by "hot cream."

A huge rushing flood of hot stuff squirted out of his cock and it was thick and gooey and salty and not at all cream-tasting, and I got it all over my tongue and mouth and I tried to swallow and more of it gushed into my mouth, and I swallowed some of that, not enough, and even more jetted inside me, and I felt the stuff I'd almost swallowed sticking in my throat and I choked, almost coughed, and the sticky goo Daddy was shooting out went up my nose and squirted out of my nostrils as I tried to breath out like that. More of his gunk was spurting into my mouth and I was unable to swallow, unable to breathe very well, and every time I breathed out, more of his stuff oozed out of my nostrils and out the corners of my mouth and the only thing that saved me was that Daddy finally quit squirting that gooey stuff and then I was able to gulp down what he had shot that was still in my mouth and I snorted and blew more of the goo out of my nose and was finally able to breathe a little bit.

"Oh, oh, baby, oh, Son, God, yeah, oh, Son, oh, God, oh, baby!" Daddy gasped and his chest was heaving and he looked down at me, all smeared with his spunk and he just let out a long, low groan again, this time only a groan, but he was so excited by the look of my face with his goo all over it that he just groaned.

Daddy got off me and I sat up on the couch and he sat beside me and went, "Whoof! Man, that was so fucking hot!"

"Yeah." I agreed and wiped at my face with the back of my hand. "Kind of messy, though."

"Weren't expecting all that, were you?"

"No." I admitted. "I'll do better next time, though."

"You probably will." Daddy agreed. "For now, though, you and I are both smelly and dirty. Let's go take a bath together and then we'll do something together outside, like play ball."

"Okay!" I agreed eagerly. "I'm glad you're back home, Daddy."

"So am I, after what happened today." Daddy said, but he didn't explain and I didn't think to ask.

Mom came home like she always did, at four-thirty and by then, I was tired out playing and was sitting quietly with Daddy watching television.

"Well, looks like you've got him settled down." she said. What she meant was that usually when she got home and I was in school, I'd be all excited and eager to see her and such, and now I just said hello and nothing else. "Good thing, too. I got news for you."

"A coincidence, because I got news, too." Daddy said, a grim tone in his voice.

"What?" Mom asked suspiciously.

"That month of half-days I was counting on." Daddy went on. "They're not going to happen. I've been let go. The boss says he'll keep me in mind on his next job, but that's not going to be for two-three months."

I knew Daddy's irregular work had been one reason Mom and he had split up to begin with. But she wasn't that unhappy about it. "Well, then, my news is going to sound good to both of you."

"What's that?" I asked, and Daddy nodded.

"I got put on work full time. Instead of going in, working eleven thirty to four only, I've got the entire shift. From now on, I'm working from eight-thirty in the morning until six at night."

"That's good news, honey." Daddy agreed.

"Especially if you've moved in simply to mooch off of me." Mom said rather cruelly. "You can earn your room and board by taking care of Ford, cleaning the house and cooking meals if you know how."

"I know how." Daddy agreed. "It won't be fancy cuisine, but I can make food that's edible. And I'll keep looking for work and will find more before too long. Always work in construction."

"Sooner or later." Mom conceded. "All right, you can start tonight, if you don't mind. I'm so tired, I just want to sit and watch television while someone else cooks and keeps an eye on Ford."

"Fine with me, I've rested all afternoon, playing with Ford." Daddy got up. "I'll see what I can cook up real quick."

"If you played with Ford all afternoon, you ought to be tireder than me." Mom sighed. "He's so full of energy, he wears me out all the time. He's a real handful."

"I can handle Ford." Daddy replied. "I'm something of a handful myself, aren't I?" And Daddy winked at me.

I winked back. "Yeah, Daddy. You're a real big handful."

And a real big mouthful!

THE END
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