Climbing Mount Daddy

By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
Artwork (c) 2009 by Eduardo

Illustration of Climbing Mount Daddy

God, what a miserable fucking day on the job! It's bad enough working construction for me, even on a warm spring day. You do it in the summertime, it's hot as hell, but at least you can drink ice water and finish the day with a cold beer and live through it. And there's air conditioning and fans available for part of the work, too. But cold weather, man, there was nothing worse! Today had been a cold day, too, no rain or snow most of the day (that would have let my boss close the site for the day), but it had been cold as hell, and plenty of mud and water around to make sure I got wet and muddy and skanky, I fell about four times. Then, at four-thirty, it had started raining and the boss decided a half hour of cold rain wouldn't hurt anyone, and wouldn't close down the job. Not that I didn't get chilled all the way to the fucking bone!

And Debbie wasn't even home yet with Gregg when I got there! A young man with a wife and child, work your ass off all day long and you expect at least to get a kiss and a quick hot meal inside of you! Shit!

Well, I could at least get a hot bath here. I shed my dirty clothes in the bedroom after tracking mud all the way from the kitchen to the upstairs hallway, and got in the bath. A hot soak made me feel much better, I pulled on a bathrobe and went downstairs to wait for my wife to get her ass back.

Okay, I could have cleaned up the mess while I waited! But my wife doesn't work for a living, she just takes care of the house and five-year-old Gregg, so she can wipe a few mud-prints off the floor of a man who's been through hell all day long.

How was I to know that Debbie had a flat tire on the way home and her cell phone had lost its charge so she couldn't call me and she had gotten as cold and wet and dirty as I had by the time she did arrive? Me, I was sitting there comfortable with a beer watching television and looked up at a dirty, angry mess! Towing little Gregg with one hand and the other hand on her hip, because she'd come in through the kitchen! Debbie took one look at me, said to Gregg, "Get upstairs and get out of those wet clothes now, mister." and with him out of her hands, she lit into me!

It wasn't a long argument because I was wrong and I admitted it, but she finished by saying, "Then you can just send out for dinner for us and take care of Gregg while I take a long, long hot bath. I am absolutely exhausted! No, don't bother with the mud, I'll take care of it tonight...after I've had a long bath and a soak!"

Debbie stormed out on me and I sat back down on the couch, closed my eyes, moaning. God, even with me apologizing all over the place, she was pissed at me! How was I to know she was suffering all that time? She hadn't called me!

"Mommy's mad." Gregg observed from my left. He'd gone upstairs earlier, I hadn't known he'd returned.

"You bet your ass she is." I agreed and put my head back on the couch. "Man, I won't get any for a week now!" I moaned to myself, softly.

Gregg didn't catch that, thank God, but he still startled me by what he did next. "Climbing Mount Daddy!" He called out.

I should explain that. When he was even younger, barely speaking, he and I played a game called "Climb Mount Daddy." I would put a hand down to blow knee level and another about mid-thigh and he would use those as handholds and footholds to climb up me. We'd keep that up, me shifting hands as he finished with them to let him climb all the way up me, also using my legs and arms as he climbed. He would end up sitting on my shoulders and I would then proclaim, "Excelsior!" and ferry him around piggy-back for a while as we both called out "Excelsior!" It was his (and my) favorite game back then. But he'd gotten too heavy for me to let him climb my hands like that (I was strong, but at age five, Gregg was now almost three foot tall and weighed over thirty-five pounds, and that's too much to hold in one hand while bent over, you know? Well, not safely.

But I was lying back on my chair and he didn't need my help from that angle. He started at my feet and was clambering up me from a crouching position. He put me in mind of a panther the way he crept up on me.

Gregg was naked. This didn't surprise me, kids go through a naked stage and I refused to let it bug me, heck, I was naked under my bathrobe now, come to that. He was pale skinned, black-haired, dimple cheeked and grinning broadly, his smile his only clothing. The epitome of the innocent loving child.

He held onto my legs near the knees to climb on my lap, then reached further up to clench at my thighs to get the rest of the way up (he was tall enough to just sit on my lap, but that wasn't "climbing" for him). Trouble with that was, he was knocking aside my bathrobe as he climbed like that, and I didn't have on a stitch underneath it! He got onto my lap just as my robe slid away and exposed my junk to him.

Just my luck, he spotted it right away. "Wow, Daddy, is that your wienie?" He asked me.

"Yeah, Son, it is." I said, trying to pull my bathrobe back up. But he was now straddle of my thighs and pinned it down so I didn't accomplish anything.

And the little rascal reached out and grabbed it! I wasn't hard or nothing, he was handling my limp sausage and he snickered at the feel of it. "That's so big!" He marveled at it. "Feels nice and warm, too! My hand's cold!"

"It sure is!" I admitted. His hands were cold, he'd been in the cold weather quite a while himself. Those cold fingers had a surprising effect on my cock, you'd think the cold touch would be a wiener-shrinker, but I had that soft touch on my dong and it stiffened up in my son's hands.

"Wow, it's getting bigger!" Gregg wondered.

I was mortified! Your young son seeing your cock is bad, seeing it stiff is worse, but his touching it was the worst of all! And I didn't know what to do. Do you yell at your kid for having a normal curiosity? Do you freak out and maybe scar his little psyche for life? Do you treat it as no big deal and hope for the best.

I went with option number three, right or wrong, and I said, "Yeah, it does that when someone touches it. Now, time to let go of it."

"Why?" He asked me, his little face peering up into mine.

"Because it's mine, not yours, and you shouldn't be touching it."

"Oh." he looked down at it, now completely erect and he snickered. "This is like one of those rocks pillars in the desert those people climb." My son was interested in rock-climbing, as you could see, and even at that tender age, he knew a lot about it, though he was still buck-ignorant of everything else. Kids are like that, you know? "I bet I could climb it!"

"You could." I admitted. "If you were smaller, you could climb it and sit right on top of it."

"I'm small enough!" Gregg proclaimed and rose up on his knees and scooted forward and, using one hand to guide my cock, proceeded to try to sit on my cock! He couldn't have intended to aim it for his asshole, but that's how it happened.

And Gregg sat down hard. His poor little ass was suddenly stuffed with the glans of my cock, and that's where he stuck and he howled! "Ow, ow, owwwww!" he cried out.

"Oh, Son, easy there, easy!"

"Oh, Daddy, it hurts, it hurts!" Gregg yelped.

"It's okay, Son, it's okay." I told him. "Just hold still and let Daddy lift you off." I carefully used my hands to stretch his little buttocks apart.

And my cock promptly went in deeper. Gregg hadn't held himself up during this!

"Oh, oh, oh!" Gregg whimpered. "Ooh, oo-oo-oo-ooh!"

"Ooh, oh, Son, I'm sorry, Son, I'm sorry!" I told him.

"Ooh, oh, oh, Daddy!" Gregg moaned.

"Just hold still, baby, and Daddy will take care of you." I said. "I know it hurts, but we have to be careful."

"Oh, it doesn't hurt anymore, Daddy!" Gregg announced.

"No?" I asked.

"Nu-uh. It hurt a little going in, but it's fine now." Gregg wriggled. "Feels good now."

"You like it, baby?" I asked him. My cock was stuffed about halfway up its eight inch length into his little five-year-old ass.

"Yeah. Real good now, Daddy." Gregg wriggled some more.

I realized what was going on. "My wiener is rubbing against your prostate." I told him.

"What's that? Ooh, ooh!"

"Oh! Uh, it's a...a thing in your...uh! Body that, that feels good when it's rubbed!" I grunted.

"It does feel good!" Gregg enthused. He was bouncing on me, now, my hands fell away from him, traitors, but they chose to have me feel good even if it meant I was fucking my son's ass! Unfettered, Gregg was wriggling his little, thin, white body on top of his big Daddy's fat cock, and he was loving every inch of it! It slid in even deeper as he moved!

"Oh, oh, Baby, oh, Baby!" I groaned as he bounced on me. "That's so good, Baby, so good!"

"You like it, too, Daddy?" Gregg asked me.

"Yeah, oh, oh, yeah!" I grunted. Mind you, my love life had gone into the toilet these last couple of years. Sex with Debbie had been on the skids, she'd been fending me off more and more often. I was close to giving up on her, settling for a jerk with Mr. Hand in the bathtub in the morning. So I figure I should be forgiven, when my son sits on my cock and begins to bounce up and down on it, if I got a bit carried away.

"Oh, Son, oh, Son!" I gasped.

"Oh, Daddy, I feel so good doing this!"

"Yeah, Son, yeah!" I groaned. "So good! I saw his little pud wiggling away in front of him, hard as such little dicks can get, and I reached up and took it in one broad, hairy paw.

"Oh, oh, Daddy!" Gregg gasped as I began to work his prick with my fingertips.

"Yeah, Son, keep bouncing on me, faster, now, Baby, faster!"

"Yes, Daddy, yes, Daddy, oh, oh, oh!"

"Uh, oh, Baby, this is so hot!" I gasped. "I'm going to come, Baby! I'm going to come!"


"Shoot some, white stuff, up inside you!" I groaned. "You ready for it, Baby!"

"Yeah, Daddy, shoot it in me! Shoot it!"

"Oh, Baby!"

"Oh, Daddy, oh, oh, oh!"

"I'm coming, Baby!"

"Oh, Daddy, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhh, ohhhhhh!"

"AH-AH-HAH-GAH-UH-GUHHHHH!" I exploded upwards into my son's hot little butt, and he was suddenly filled with my spunk, hot, salty, squelching around my thrusting cock as it was moved in and out of his ass by his swift movements on top of me.

"Ohhhhhhh, ohhhh! Oh, oh, oh!" Gregg was shuddering and I realized that my son had come the same time I did, his little-boy dry orgasm shaking his little body right along with his daddy's climax.

"AH-HUH! AH-HUH! AHUH!" I unloaded the rest of my spunk-packets into Gregg's soft little butt and my son fell onto my chest, panting hard, but then, so was I.

I reached up and tiredly held my son in my arms, and he crooned soft words to me, "Oh, Daddy, I love you, Daddy, I love you!"

"I love you, too, Baby!" I told him.

He reached his lips for mine and I gave him a kiss, not the one of a father and son, but that of a lover kissing his partner, long, slow and wet. I slid my tongue into his mouth and Gregg giggled but let me do it. Then his little tongue went into my mouth and I sucked on it for him.

"That was fun, Daddy!" he told me when I let his tongue go.

"It sure was, Son." I agreed.

He giggled. "I got to sit on your rock pillar after all, Mount Daddy!"

"My little rock climber." I rubbed his head affectionately, my fingers in his thick black locks. "You can climb Mount Daddy any time you want!"

He moved and my limp cock fell out of his ravaged ass, along with a blob of the spunk I'd squirted in there. He got up and said, "I better go wash up." He looked at me and said, "You better wash up, too, Daddy!"

I agreed, but my wife was in the bathtub. So I called a fried-chicken place that delivered and ordered us supper.

Debbie didn't come out until after the food had arrived and Gregg and I were in our clothes and decent. Everything looked normal as it could be, back to normal.

Only it wasn't. Even though I'd cleaned up the mud from the floor, she renewed our argument. I wasn't treating her right and she was getting sick of it. I got fed up and tied into her. We sent Gregg to bed and the fight continued. I ended up getting into bed in the guest room and I didn't think I'd ever get out of there again, unless it was out the door.

I just stripped naked and got into bed and tried to sleep. A little later, in the darkness, I felt the bed stir and looked over. A small, pale form was climbing on the bed.

"What are you doing here?" I asked Gregg. "Couldn't sleep?"

"Nu-uh!" Gregg agreed. "I'm climbing Mount Daddy again!" And he threw the covers back to expose my entire body to him. And my cock was the tallest point on my body just then!

I just put my hands behind my head on the bed and watched him climb on top of me.. As his now-stretched ass slid onto my cock, I breathed, "Excelsior, Son! Excelsior!"

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(The Story You Just Read is Available in the "I Love You, Daddy!" book)