Something to Play With


By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
Artwork (c) 2006 by JohnD

Illustration of Something to Play With

My ex-wife had really screwed me over this Christmas! She had sent my son, six-year-old Toby, to spend his Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with me, instead of keeping him at her house!

Why is that screwing me over? Let me explain the entire nefarious plot, designed no doubt to make Toby hate me as much as she does.

We had divorced three years ago last November, and I was supposed to get Toby for alternate holidays, the seven major ones, Memorial Day, Fourth of July, Labor Day, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years...and Toby's birthday, which fell on April 14th. Naturally, as my ex-wife (forgive me if I refuse to ever say her name again, we'll just call her the Beast--or should I say Daughter of the Beast, out of deference to her mother?) wanted to make me suffer, those seven days were a perpetual battle with us. She had told me point blank that Toby had to spend this Christmas with her, as she had plans with her parents and siblings to make a grand family reunion out of it...minus me, of course.

And I had fallen for it, given up, sent my presents for Toby to her by Federal Express to an old friend to make sure they got to Toby on (and not before) Christmas Eve...and on the morning of the 24th, me with one foot out the door, the Beast had called me up to say that the party had fallen apart and she was bringing Toby by right after my work day was done, so get ready for him.

I'd spent all my money for Christmas on presents for Toby, and paying the shipping to get it to him on time. I didn't have a lot of money to start with, I'd dropped every spare cent I had to make my son's Christmas a good one...and now, he wasn't going to see any of it until the Beast came and picked him up on the morning of the 26th. No presents for Toby for Christmas! And he still believed in Santa Claus!

Ah, I had been screwed to perfection! I got to tell Toby there was no Santa Claus so he wasn't getting any presents until he got back home to his dear, loving mother! She would be there to dry his tears and then wow him with all the presents that she (and only she) had bought him. I was sure that she'd spend Christmas Eve unwrapping and repackaging all my gifts to Toby into gifts from her! Mean old Daddy wouldn't be giving him anything! By the time she was done, Toby would hate me to the very core of his little heart!

If my job had been anywhere close to a shopping center, I might have pulled it off. But we were putting together a new factory a good fifteen miles from town, I couldn't get there, shop and back even on the lunch hour and my boss was the sort that would fire me if I skipped out for an extra hour.

No, my best hope was to do what I could with Toby and plot some kind of revenge on the Beast in my own turn. That and I borrowed a friend's cell phone, called my buddy, and told him to hold onto those gifts I'd bought and I'd call when it was safe to take them over to Toby. At least Toby would know I had gotten him something after all!

Toby was an eager bundle of energetic boy that leapt out of the car and into my arms, even though I was just arrived home (the Beast's car was sitting in my driveway) and was covered in oil and mud. He hugged me, yelling, "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" and I was saying, "Toby, Toby, Son, oh, God, Son!" because I hadn't seen him since last summer.

And while we were doing that, the Beast put her car in gear and took off in a hurry. At first I was relieved, then I realized that she had taken every stitch of Toby's clothes with her! She "forgot" to unload the car for him. And Toby's clothes were now smeared with mud and oil from my work clothes!

Well, at least the weather was mild, I'd take his clothes down to the laundry room and wash them out and he could wear them in the morning (no dryers down there and the weather was too moist (it had been raining off and on all day, witness the mud all over me) to hang them on the clothesline the manager had erected in the side yard. Toby was more than pleased to take a shower while I started the clothes, then I called out for a pizza (that took the last of my money until my paycheck cleared my bank account...AFTER Christmas weekend!) and was just returned with the wet clothes and had hung them in the bathroom when the pizza arrived.

Toby was wearing one of my shirts as a sort of knee-length garment with the sleeves rolled up into big doughnut-like wads on either side of his so-skinny arms. Toby was a small child, he looked younger than he was in some ways. I wasn't too worried about it because I'd been a small child myself and now I'm a huge hulk of a man with muscles on my muscles. I'd put the television onto some Christmas shows and Toby was enjoying them. "When are you going to put up the tree?" Toby asked me when we were eating the pizza.

I stopped with a slice halfway to my mouth. "I wasn't getting a tree this year." I told him. "Your mother told me she was keeping you this Christmas, so I wasn't going to put up a tree."

"But without a tree, how's Santa going to know where to put the presents?"

Here it came. "I think Santa plans to deliver your presents to your home, Toby." I said. "You're only here for Christmas Day, after all. You'll be home on Sunday and I'll bet all your presents from Santa are waiting there. I know the ones I bought you will be there."

"But I won't have nothing to play with for Christmas!" Toby frowned. He wasn't crying, yet. "Mom took off with my toys and my clothes and everything."

"Yeah, I guess she forgot to take them out of the car." I agreed, biting back a chance to smear the Beast to Toby. He had to live with her, I couldn't make him hate her in turn much as I would like to have! "We'll be okay for one day, won't we?"

"But it's Christmas!" moaned Toby. "What am I going to do?"

I looked around my room in despair. It wasn't an apartment, not even a studio, just a motel room I could rent by the month, with a dinky refrigerator and a hot plate I could cook on. Nothing here a child would be able to play with.

I had an idea. "Tell you what, Toby." I said. "I'm going to take a shower, I'm still dirty from work. You look around this apartment and anything you can find you want to play with, it's all yours. That'll be my first Christmas present for you. Use your imagination, anything in here, if you see it and want to play with it, it's all yours from now on, anytime you come here, I'll save it for you to play with. That's a promise. Okay?"

Toby liked that, and he set out to search my home for something to play with. I just hoped he wouldn't choose the knives I kept in one drawer. I had to trust in Toby's good sense about that, he knew knives were dangerous.

The hot water felt good, working outdoors in December even in the southern states isn't any fun. You can't wear a lot of heavy outerwear while you work, and the sweat freezes on you whenever you pause, you go from too hot to too cold over and over. If I didn't need this work so fucking much...well, another week and we'd be done enclosing the place, and all the work would be indoors and meanwhile we kept old oil cans with fires in them to warm ourselves at from time to time. I finished up and almost forgot to pull on my boxers when I was done. Couldn't sleep naked with Toby in the house! But I didn't put on anything else, the motel room was at least nice and warm and I was enjoying the feel of warm air on my skin.

I went out and Toby was sitting on my bed, looking around in despair. "Couldn't find anything?" I commiserated. "I have a deck of cards somewhere, we can play card games if you'd like."

"I found the cards." Toby agreed.

"So bring them over here to the bed." I said, sitting on one side of it, one of my legs up on the bed, knee sharply bent so my foot's sole pressed into the side of the knee of my other leg still on the floor. "We can play here."

Toby sat down on the bed and looked down at the cards I held between my hands resting on the bed. His eyes stared intently, his mouth slightly open.

"What game do you want to play, Son?" I asked him. "Old Maid, Slapjack? Concentration?"

Toby looked up. "You said I could pick anything you have to play with, Daddy? Anything at all?"

"That's right, Son." I assured him. "Anything in here at all, you pick it and it'll be yours to play with whenever you come visit me."

"Then I see something I want to play with, Daddy."

"Oh." I lifted the cards up. "You want it instead of the cards? Want to play with it right now?"

"Yeah, Daddy, right now, can I play with it right now?"

"Sure, Son. Just go ahead and grab it." It'd help if I knew what he was looking at, he was still looking at the bed between us. I looked down, nothing was there, just my legs and the bare sheet.

And Toby slid over to me and I had to move my leg on the bed up and out of the way, and he sidled even closer, right up next to me. Still looking down.

I saw then, what he was looking at. My boxers had the fly with no snaps on them, just an open place in the middle of my crotch. The boxers had sagged apart when I sat on the bed and Toby was looking inside at my cock. It wasn't hanging out, but you could see it, all but the head which was tucked into one side of the legs. And I'd just told him to grab it!

Sure enough, my son's small hand went into my boxers and fished out my dick, easy as pie, it flopped out into his hand. I wasn't hard by any means, but I have a pretty fair-sized rod even when I'm soft, I'm a big man in more ways than one. I hadn't worried about it in front of Toby, after all, he's a boy and he's a child, why should I worry, right?

Now I had reason to worry, I'd just told him to grab whatever he wanted and play with it, and he wanted to play with Daddy's dong! Oh...mother! Toby was stroking on my prong like he knew just what to do with it, too! I was getting rapidly harder, and turned on to boot, you spend three years dating nobody but Ms. Rosy Palm and see what happens to you the next time you get touched...by anybody! And when that touch has you in a firm grip and is pumping up and down.

"Toby, oh, oh, Toby!" I gasped out. "Son, I didn't mean this!"

"You said I could have anything I wanted!" Toby said cunningly. "You said anything I wanted at all, just grab it, I could have it to play with anytime I came here to see you, you promised me, Daddy! You promised it to me for Christmas!"

"But I meant that you could have anything in here." I waved around the motel room.

"But I want this, Daddy! I can play with it, and it's fun to play with. Isn't it fun, Daddy?" the little scamp was milking me in more ways than one. I was so fucking turned on now, my cock was rock hard and some precome was leaking out, Toby's little hand was a white blur as he whomped up and down on my pud. Shit, this kid knew what he was doing!

I lay back on the bed while I considered this dilemma as best I could. He had me dead to rights on what I'd said, I'd said to take anything he wanted to play with, even said "just go ahead and grab it." Well, that was what he'd done and.... Oh, shit!

"Where'd you learn to do this, baby?" I asked him.

"Jeffrey Bowman." Toby told me. "He lives next door, he babysits me sometimes and when he does, he and I play this game. He's nice."

"How...oh, God! How old is he?" My cock was groaning, it was so loaded up with jizz just waiting to spray out..and my son was the one who was going to do it! Shit!

"He's fifteen." Toby said.

"Fifteen and you....do this with...with him?"

"Yeah, but you're a lot bigger than he is, Daddy. And he's got a girlfriend and doesn't want to babysit me anymore. So now I can play with you, Daddy, right, can't I, Daddy, can't I?"

I couldn't answer for a while, I was too busy moaning and closing my eyes and gritting my teeth to say anything. Toby took that for a "yes" and said, "I knew you'd like it, Daddy! Jeffrey liked it when I did it to him."

"I...oh, God! I like it, Son! I like it, I like it!" I had given up on trying to argue, I'd promised Toby anything he wanted to play with for Christmas and this was what he'd chosen. And his hand was heavenly playing on my man-organ. "Come on, Toby, really whomp my pud, come on, harder and faster, baby, make me squirt it out hard and fast, baby, hard and fast!"

"Yeah, Daddy, come on, I want you to shoot it. Shoot it like Jeffrey does, all over me, Daddy, shoot it all over my face!" And my little angel pulled my pud down so it was aimed right at his face!

I saw that and I totally fucking lost it, I just groaned and said, "Oh, baby, here it comes, here it comes, AH-AH-HAH-HAH-UH-GUHHHHH-HUNNNNNGGHHHHH!"

My cock sprayed out like I was trying to douse a fire with my jizz! It caught Toby right in the middle of his eyes and he jerked back, laughing and the second spurt landed right in his open mouth and Toby leaned over and more hit his right eye and cheek, and then he put his little boy mouth over my cock and the rest of my wads were pumped directly into his mouth and he was sucking on me, drinking down my spunk as fast as I shot it out!

"Oh, God, oh, God, oh, Baby, oh, God, Baby, Baby, God, Toby, oh, God, oh, oh, oh!" I murmured helplessly as I loaded my son with hot squirts of my come. Finished, I laid my head back on the pillow and just groaned as my son continued to work my cock, he was milking up the shaft with his hand and squeezing the last dregs of my sperm out so he could suck it off my glans.

"Oh, baby, I didn't know you were going to drink it!" I gasped out when my breath would let me talk again.

"Yeah, it tastes good, Daddy." Toby said. "I tried tasting Jeffrey's, but his was all sour, yours is a lot better. He liked me to suck on his cock with my mouth, but I'd pull away when he started to come."

"You would pull away." I groaned. "You didn't pull off of mine, baby. You held on all the way."

"Yeah, your cock tastes real good, Daddy. Can I suck it again, Daddy? Can I suck it again?"

"I...I gave it to you for a present, Toby." I said faintly. "Do whatever you want to." My last drams of objection had flowed away with the last of my come, milked away by Toby's warm lips.

And damned if Toby didn't start sucking on me right then. I'd barely come, and now he was working at me again. I could have objected, but I had told him to go ahead...and my cock didn't mind at all.

I looked at the small figure in my bed, wearing one of my old shirts which covered him like a nightgown, and his little head bobbing back and forth on my prick. I felt a tranquility I hadn't felt since the day my wife had asked me for a divorce (yes, she had asked me, don't ask me why the hatred had flowed after it was finalized, she'd gotten everything I had and alimony and child support as well from me, and still she hated me), now I felt relaxed and ready to face this future of mine. Toby would grow up one day and the alimony was tied to her being able to stay home and take care of him, it would end when he turned eighteen. Until then, I'd have these times with my son to keep me warm. I was entitled to every other weekend and six weeks of summer, I hadn't fought her very hard for them...but now I had a damned good reason to want every moment of my time with my son from now on!

Toby sucked me softly and adeptly and with the novelty of having my son sucking my dick to turn me on as well, I reached my second climax a bare ten minutes later. I groaned and said, "Oh, here it comes, Toby, my second load, it won't be very big, baby, but it's all yours."

And Toby grinned and worked me faster and I squirted my wads into him and he caught it all. When I was done, he crawled up my body and said, "Yeah, Daddy, you taste so good. I could suck you all night and all day."

I grinned and rubbed my hand through his hair. "Well, it's Christmas Eve and you have until Christmas Day about sundown. That's all night and all day, Son. Knock yourself out."

He didn't, couldn't, keep sucking me nonstop, but we stayed in bed all that time, I stripped off my boxers and he tossed aside the shirt and both of us, nude, lay in bed and he sucked me and when he tired, we played card games and ate cold pizza and some cinnamon rolls I had in the refrigerator. And it was the best Christmas I'd had in a long, long time.

I was looking at the clock (after four o'clock) and thinking it was a shame we were going to have to get dressed now, when the phone rang. I answered it and it was the Beast.

"Is Toby still there with you?" she demanded.

He had his lips wrapped around my cock and I grinned down at him. "He's right here, playing and happy." I told her. Toby giggled.

"I'm going to be tied up here after all." the Beast went on, a malicious tone underlying everything. "Toby's out until New Year's Day, you can just keep him until then. Are you going to need anything?" And that was a dig about her stealing his clothes.

"No, we're fine." I said. I would "call in sick" this next week, and if I lost the job, I lost the job. It was settling in for a long rain anyhow, you can't build in the rain, I didn't think I'd lose the job, and my paycheck deposit was automatic anyway, I wouldn't have to go in and pick it up.

"How's Toby enjoying his Christmas with you?" the Beast wanted to know. Fishing for examples of my misery.

"He's having a great time, aren't you, Toby?" I said to her and to him.

Toby lifted his mouth off my cock long enough to say, "Yeah, Daddy!" real loud.

The Beast heard it. "Well, I never!" and hung up the phone so hard I think she broke her receiver.

"Yeah." I told him. "We're having a good Christmas together, aren't we, Son?"

"Best Christmas present I ever got, Daddy!" Toby went back to sucking me and I moaned. Another load was building up.

Yeah. It was the best Christmas present ever for me, too!

THE END
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