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

Illustration of Tattletale

I ran to Daddy’s study as soon as I heard him go in and close the door there. He always came home about five thirty and would go right to the study, he had to do some work there for another hour or so (I never knew just what), but this just couldn’t wait!

I was supposed to not bother Daddy during this hour, and I was supposed to knock. I didn’t do either one! I just burst into Daddy’s study and I closed the door, and I said breathlessly, “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!”

Daddy was in his office, his suit jacket off, his tie off, his shirt unbuttoned! I guess he was just getting comfortable, but he jerked around rather guilty-like. “Eric! What are you doing here?” His hands went to his crotch, but then he realized he hadn’t unzipped himself or something, I guess, because he let go again in a hurry as he had nothing to cover up.

“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!” I said again.

“Eric, you know I have to work in here for an hour each day when I get home from work.” Daddy said sternly. “You know you’re supposed to wait until I come back out for anything.” That had been the rule in my family for the longest time, but this was special.

“I know, Daddy, but this is important.”

“What?” Daddy sounded suspicious.

“I saw Leo doing something he shouldn’t.” I said in a conspiratorial voice. It was so delicious, me having something on Leo I could tell Daddy about. I wasn’t so sure what he had been doing, but I was sure that it was something he shouldn’t be doing. That was all I really needed to go running to Daddy.

A tattletale, I know, that’s what I was. You have to realize my position, Leo was almost a dozen years older than me and with my two sisters in between us, I sort of got...lost. Every good-sized family has a kid who’s lost in all the noise and to-and-fro of people living their lives. How I countered being overlooked was to bring attention to myself. Being the one who ran to tattle on everyone was not the best sort of attention...but it beat no attention at all!

So I was staring up at my Daddy, he leaned back onto his desktop to listen to me, his shirt undone and showing his muscled body. Daddy left a little early every morning to put in an hour at the gym before going to his office, so there was no flab or potbelly here, Daddy had a slim waist and a big shelf of pecs above that. “All right.” he said to me, “What has Leo done now?”

“He and his friend Paul were in their room earlier.” I said in a loud sort of whisper. When you’re tattling, you have to whisper, it just doesn’t feel right any other way.

“And what were they doing?” Daddy asked.

“Paul was rubbing on Leo.” I said.


“Yeah.” I said. “Right down there.” I pointed at my crotch.

Daddy paused, then he said, “I don’t understand, Eric. Rubbing it how?”

I reached down and rubbed myself like Paul had rubbed on Leo. “Like this, Daddy.” I said.

“I thought you said he was rubbing on Leo.” Daddy said. “Not on himself.”

“He was rubbing on Leo.” I said.

Daddy thought about this, then shook his head. “I don’t understand.” he said. “Rubbing how?”

I made a sound of exasperation. If I couldn’t make Daddy understand, I couldn’t get Leo in trouble, I wouldn’t get the attention. So I reached up and I got hold of Daddy’s crotch and I rubbed it like Paul had rubbed Leo’s crotch. “Paul was doing this to Leo.” I said. “He was sort of gripping at it like this, too.” And I grabbed at Daddy’s prick inside his pants. It was already sort of fat and firm inside there and it got harder fast. “Yeah, and Leo’s thing got all kind of stiff just like yours, Daddy.”

“I see.” Daddy said. “Was that all they did?”

“No.” I said firmly, because I was just getting warmed up. “After a while, Leo said, “Take it out for me, take it out.”

“Take what out?” Daddy asked.

I still had hold of Daddy’s crotch, and I squeezed his dick. “Take this out.”

“Take it out how?” Daddy was puzzled.

This was driving me crazy! Daddy was being deliberately difficult about understanding me! I decided that he was going to listen to me about what Leo and Paul had done no matter what it took! “Take it out like this!” I said and I got hold of Daddy’s fly and I caught the tab of his zipper and I tugged it down and I dug into Daddy’s pants. He had on briefs and I got my hand into the flap of that and caught his dinger and I got it out. “Paul did this.” I said. “He took Leo’s thing out of his pants and it was all hard like this.”

“Just like mine?” Daddy said and there was a husky tone to his voice. “All right. And was that all they did, Paul took out Leo’s penis and held it like you’re doing?”

“Oh, no, Daddy.” I said. “Paul then started doing this.” And I began to pump on Daddy’s dick, jerking it up and down like I’d seen Paul doing to Leo. “He did this for a while.”

“How long a while?” Daddy grunted. “Just a little while or a long while?”

“I’ll show you how long he did it, Daddy.” I said. And I kept on pumping Daddy’s willy and Daddy grunted some more. I grinned up at Daddy. “Leo was grunting a lot like you, Daddy.” I said brightly. “I guess I’m showing you the right way, huh?”

“Yeah, Son.” Daddy said. “I think I understand this. So Paul kept doing this to Leo for a while. And then what?”

I guessed I had showed Daddy enough about how Paul had played with Leo’s dick with his hand. “After a while, then, Paul did this to Leo.” I said, and I reached up and I took Daddy’s dick into my mouth. I shoved it in hard as I could, like Paul had, and Daddy grunted in pain.

“Ouch, ow, baby, that hurts!” Daddy said.

I pulled back. “I don’t get it.” I said. “When Paul did this to Leo, Leo liked it. A lot.”

“I think Paul got his mouth all wet first.” Daddy suggested.

“All wet?”

“Yeah, worked up a good lot of spit and held it in his mouth before he took it in.” Daddy said. “Let the spit get Leo’s dick all wet and slick, so he could take it down all deep into his mouth and throat. You want to give that a try, baby? So I can understand what Leo and Paul were doing?”

“Yeah, Daddy.” I said. I wanted to get Leo in the worst possible trouble, so Daddy had to understand everything. I did it, worked my mouth and got as much spit as I could.

When I paused, mouth so full I was about to dribble, Daddy said, “You ready to try again?’

I nodded.

“Then show me what Paul did to Leo next.” Daddy said, and there was a sort of croon in his voice. “Show me everything, Son, everything.”

And I did my best. I knew how Paul had moved his mouth over Leo’s cock as I had watched them, and I imitated it, I took Daddy’s dick deep as I could and held it inside, then I moved up and down, and I played my tongue over the bottom as I moved my lips.

Daddy was moaning just like Leo, so I knew I was showing my Daddy everything. I kept on moving and Daddy was groaning and I let go just for a moment, because something was important.

Daddy let out a groan like he was going to die! “Don’t stop now, Son! I’m about to understand!”

“Just one thing, Daddy.” I said. “Leo said ‘I’m going to come’ and I need you to say the same thing so I can show you, okay?”

“All right, Son.” Daddy said and his hand caught me and pushed me back onto his cock. “I’ll warn you when I’m ready to come. Now do it again, please, baby!”

I dove back onto Daddy’s cock and I played all of Paul’s tricks on him as best I could again, and Daddy was moaning and groaning. He lasted a lot longer that Leo had, and I got the feeling that my Daddy was holding back especially, making it last instead of the way Leo had, knowing that I would be home any minute (I had gotten home early is how I had caught him and Paul), and I was working away manfully, and getting a little tired.

Then Daddy gasped, “Oh, Baby, I’m ready to come now, I’m ready to come!”

And I let go of Daddy’s dong and I grabbed hold of his slimy pud with my hand and I pumped him and I said, “And then Leo said, ‘I want to come on your face, honey, I want to come on your face!’”

“Uh, uh, like, uh, like this?” Daddy labored and then he went, “Ah-HUH-UH, GUH-BLUHHH!” and Daddy’s jizz squirted out of his prick and he sprayed it on me.

And I did like Paul did, I put my face into it and I let my Daddy’s spunk blow all over me, moving my face back and forth to get it all over me, which I did, because Daddy squirted a huge load on me, more than Leo did, I think. I was soaking wet all over my face.

Daddy was panting and his chest heaving and he was groaning, “Oh, baby, oh, Son, oh, baby, baby, oh, baby, oh, oh, oh!” Even when he stopped breathing so hard, he was still whispering, “Oh, baby, oh, baby!”

I concluded triumphantly, “And you can see how Leo got his stuff all over Paul’s face, just like this! I bet he did something really bad, huh?”

“Well, now, Son, that depends.” Daddy said.

“Huh?” I was surprised, as you can imagine. I was expecting Daddy, once he knew what had happened, to be mad and run out and punish Leo. Leo would be mad at me, the family would be looking at me and talking to me and all that. Attention, a lot of it. “But I thought Leo and Paul had done something wrong! Are you saying he didn’t? Not any of it?”

“I just need to think about it some more.” Daddy said. “Tell you what, you come back here this time tomorrow and we’ll go through it all over again and see if I can decide better. That’s fair, isn’t it?”

I thought about it. “Okay, Daddy.”

“And Son?”

“Yeah, Daddy?”

Daddy waved his finger at me. “I expect you to show me everything all over again. Just like this time, okay?”

“Really, Daddy?” I said. “Everything?”


I thought of something. “Paul is coming by again tomorrow after school.” I said. “If he and Leo do something else, I’ll show you that, too, okay?”

“That’s my boy!” Daddy said and clapped his hand on my shoulder. In its way, that’s even better than the attention I got out of being a tattletale!

And I scooted out, first to wash up, and then back to spy on my big brother some more and report it all to my Daddy! I’ll bet he and Paul would give me something really big to show my Daddy tomorrow!


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