Artwork (c) 2002 by Eduardo
I was watching a video when Daddy came home from work. He saw the screen, the man in the business suit talking to the audience, and he asked, "Whatcha watchin', Son?" He was wearing what he always wore to work at the construction site, a yellow hard hat on his sandy brown hair to shade his pale blue eyes, a red bandana loosely tied around his neck below the large, chiseled jawline, a light blue cotton shirt grimed from the day's labor and stained darker under the arms where sweat had soaked it liberally, it clung to his broad shoulders and massively muscled chest, bulging with each individual muscle as he moved and flexed, blue jeans well worn and faded, with more grime from the jobsite, and heavy, grubby work boots on his Size 12 feet. A banged-up lunchbox carried his Thermos bottle, three sandwiches and a two-pack of Twinkies. Or did, the thing was now empty except on those rare occasions when he ate out with friends; on those days, he'd open the lunchbox and toss me the Twinkies. Not today, though.
"A video Mom bought, it came in the mail today." I said. "It's called "Just Grab It!" And I giggled.
"Oh, that!" Dad grunted. "Sonuvabitch cost me sixty bucks!"
"When are they going to grab something?" I asked. "I've been watching it since six o'clock and it's just this guy talking."
"Well, he's not talking about literally grabbing something." Daddy said. "He's saying that if you want something, you have to go after it. You have to have the confidence to go for the things that you want in life."
"Uh-huh." I agreed, the man had been talking about that one way or another for over twenty minutes now. "But he's not going to grab anything?"
"Not actually grab, no." Daddy agreed. "Or not usually, that is. He's talking about going for the things you want with confidence."
"But that means sometimes you just grab it, right?" I pressed.
"Okay, sure." Daddy sighed. "Sometimes, I guess you'd have to just reach out and grab the thing you want. But the idea is that the other person wants to let you grab it."
"Oh." I settled down. "So I'm not going to see any grabbing."
"Just people talking about grabbing, right." Daddy agreed.
I turned off the video. "That sucks. Why'd Mom buy it?"
"It's supposed to help her make better plans for her life." Daddy sighed. "Thing is, I don't think those plans involve you and me."
"Nothing." Daddy said quickly. "I'm going to go take a shower. Tell your Mom I'm home and to get supper ready."
"Mom's out tonight." I supplied. "She said for us to warm up the casserole."
"She would." Daddy started to say something else, bit it back. "Well, I'll still shower, then I'll heat us up something."
That gave me about another half hour to kill. With nothing better to do, I turned the video back on. The guy was talking still, that was all there was on the video, this guy talking and the audience taking up half the time with their applause.
"You have to have confidence." the man was saying. "When your boss is looking for a new foreman on the job, you don't sit back and say, well, I'm a good worker and he knows it, he'll come looking for me and pick me. You do that, and you'll be at that same job when the new foreman comes by!" The audience laughed a lot more than that joke was worth. "No, you have to grab it! Go to the boss and tell him you want the job, tell him just why you're the right person for the job and don't stop talking until he says, all right, Joe, you got the job! That's how you grab it, you reach out and snag that thing and don't let go until you're good and ready to!"
I turned the video back off again and thought a lot. Daddy didn't think I knew that he and Mom were going to get a divorce pretty soon. Mom had been sneaking things out of the house every time she left like tonight for over two weeks now. Like I wasn't supposed to notice! Heck, grownups always think that just because you're only seven years old, you don't know anything. I knew all kinds of things and I knew what I wanted to do. And like the man on the video said, I knew what I had to do, just grab it!
I timed it pretty good, Daddy was done with his shower and now would be standing at the sink, a towel around his waist , combing his hair, maybe tweezing the nostril hairs or such. He would shave on Friday night, but this was only Thursday, so his beard stubble was getting thick but it would last him on the job one more day, one more day. He didn't like to shave on days when he knew he'd break a sweat, that gave him razor burn despite the after-shave.
With just me and Daddy in the house, he wouldn't bother locking the door, and I'd come in to watch him shave any number of times. He looked over from where he was standing at the sink, comb in his hair. "Oh, hello, Son." he turned back to his combing. I stared at his bare chest all covered with hair a darker brown than the ones on his head, the way it wrapped around each breast and converged into a narrow dense rope down his stomach, over his navel and into his towel beneath. "I'll be down to fix supper in a few more minutes."
"Do you agree with the man in the video, Daddy?" I asked him.
"You mean, that you should go for what you want?"
"Yeah, that you should just reach out and grab it?"
"Well...yeah, I think he's right." Daddy said. "I mean, if you really want something, you should go after it and...urk!"
I had knelt down, reached out and under Daddy's towel and had grabbed hold of his dick! He turned, and I held on, and my arm spread and then knocked the towel aside, then it slid off and onto the floor and Daddy was naked in front of me.
"Then I'm going to just grab it!" I proclaimed. "And now I got it!"
Daddy started to reach down and take my hand away, then he stopped. "Is this what you want?"
"Yeah, Daddy. I want to hold it and touch it and play with it."
"Play with it?" he gasped out and his cock grew bigger and harder in my hand.
"Yeah, like I did with Jason."
"Teddy's older brother." I supplied. "He's sixteen and Teddy and I sneaked into his bedroom when I slept over last week and we played with it."
"You...played with...a sixteeny-year-old boy?" Daddy's cock was getting really hard and stiff.
"Uh-huh." I agreed. "Jason didn't mind. He liked it."
"Yeah. I bet you'd like it too, Daddy." Daddy's dick was as hard as it could be, sticking out nearly as long as my forearm and underneath the thick layer of skin it was as hard as a rock. "Can I play with your cock, Daddy?"
"Uh-huh." Daddy moaned and leaned forward so he could brace his hands on the edge of the sink.
I scooted in a little closer and I began to move my hand up and down his cock. "This is how Jason told me to do it." I explained as I pumped on my Daddy's dong. "Teddy and I traded off on Jason until he squirted a whole lot of white stuff in the air, come, is what Jason called it. Will you shoot come for me, Daddy?"
"Uh, uh!" Daddy grunted as his hips made little thrusting motions at my hand. Helping me jack on him. "Yeah, Son, if you keep this up, I'll shoot come for you." A thick, clear fluid suddenly gushed out of the slit of his dong and the fluid ran over my hand. The smell of it was musky and rich. Like my Daddy smelled at the end of a hard day of work. Or like Jason, when he and I....
"This isn't all that Jason taught me, Daddy." I admitted. "Can I show you what else he taught me?"
"You're forgetting what the video taught you, Son." Daddy reminded me. "You should just grab it."
"Yeah." I said and I grabbed Daddy's pud again. This time it was with my mouth, my lips slid over his glans and down his shaft and as I did, Daddy moaned again, louder.
"Ohhh, oh, God, Son, oh, GOD!" This last as I stopped, his cock shoved all the way down the back of my mouth and partially down my throat, as far as I could fit it. This gave me more than half his length. My Daddy has a really big cock!
I pulled back up his shaft, hanging on tight like Jason had taught me and as I did, my Daddy groaned again, I reached the top, the cockskin a thick bundle of folded-up skin over the crest of his glans, then I began to push back down.
As I did, Daddy's hand grabbed hold of my head and pushed me down and I sank deeper still, his cock shoved down my throat and I felt it going into my neck and when he stopped pushing, I had my nose right up against his pubic bush of hair. Daddy groaned again, a guttural sound, and his cock pulsed deep inside me, then he let go of me and I rose back up his cock's length again, only catching hold of his cockskin at the last moments, and a fold of it went up over his glans and Daddy groaned and his hands (both of them on my head now) shoved me back down again.
"Uh, uh, I'm coming, Son, I'm coming!" Daddy grunted as he released me again.
His hands didn't force me to do what I did next, which was that I sank down on his cock again, driving it as far as I could, not as far as he'd forced me to, but deep and I held on that time, holding my Daddy's cock inside my mouth and throat as he moaned, shuddered and shook, and then as his moans hit a crescendo, his cock pulsed and hot liquid jizz poured into my throat.
"OH, GOD, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH!" Daddy cried out as he shot his spunk into me. "Oh, God, Son, oh, Baby, oh, oh, oh!" He shuddered again, panting heavily, as the last of it squirted into my throat and he was done and I only then released his cock, sliding it out of my throat and mouth, the prick shrinking as I did, until what slid from between my lips was only a limp, weak shadow of its former glory.
"Ah-hah, ah-hah, ah-hah!" Daddy gasped as he again braced himself on the sink's edge, and I got up and grinned up at him. Daddy's face was flushed a surprisingly bright red color, and his eyes were sparkling as he turned them to me, his chest still rising and falling, his lips parted, as he continued to breathe heavily.
"Now that was what I was wanting." I said as I wiped my lips, then licked them again. They bore a slightly salty flavor, the salt from my Daddy's prick, and his semen made a warm pool in my stomach. "I wanted it and I just grabbed it!"
"You sure did, Son." Daddy agreed, wiping his forehead with one hand. "Whew! I haven't shot a wad like that in I don't know when!"
"Not since you and Mom last did it?" I asked.
"Uh? Well, yeah, not since then." Daddy agreed. "Maybe a long time before then. I haven't been given a blowjob for, God, three months or more."
"Yeah, I know." I commiserated.
"Well, let me get dressed and I'll heat up that casserole." Daddy said. "We'll have to make do tonight. But don't worry, Mom will be home tomorrow night."
"Maybe." I said. Daddy didn't argue with that, just pushed me out of the bathroom and down the hallway. But he wasn't rough about it, he was laughing, laughing without laughing if you know what I mean.
Mom did come home later that night, but she and Daddy had a big argument when she did. I heard it from my room. The next day, when I got home, Daddy was there (he'd taken the entire day off work) and Mom had moved out entirely. Daddy told me about it, trying to be gentle, but as I said before, I wasn't surprised, I'd seen it coming. You don't pack out your stuff unless you plan to move out yourself, you know.
I said that to Daddy and then I said, "Well, now Mom's gone, you have to make plans yourself, Daddy, you know?"
"Yeah, I do know."
"So like the guy says, you want something, you have to grab it."
"Yes, I do." Daddy stood and walked over to me sitting on the couch. "I know exactly what I want, Son."
"So just grab it!" I invited him.
And Daddy scooped me off the couch and, with me with my legs wrapped around his waist, holding me in his big, strong arms, Daddy carried me into the bedroom.
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