Date: Fri, 21 Sep 2012 09:52:39 +0000
From: calamity123@fido.blackberry.com
Subject: A Big Hand For Davey

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My name is Rob, Canadian, 46, and I can be reached at:
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A Big Hand For Davey

Mom had gone to the aunts for the weekend. It was cool just us guys at
home. Daddy made the two of us popcorn and we sat up real late watching
horror movies. Saturday I was kinda groggy through breakfast but with
daddys help managed to make it to my baseball practice in the late morning,
have a fast food lunch and hit the pool in the afternoon. By dinner I was
ready to take it easy so afterwards daddy and I played video games. Daddy
actually made a few good scores but I beat him. I always did.
    Afterwards daddy leaned his back into the front of the couch dropping
the controls. "Okay, tired of losing". He laughed.
    As I too leaned back he dropped an arm about me. "Give up?" I asked
looking up at his mirthful handsome face.
    His tree-trunk arms raised up. "I surrender".
    So we were done. We straightened up any mess we had made. As I headed
into my room daddy made his way into the bathroom. I changed into my
pj's. Diving under the covers I heard the shower as a badly sung litany of
old songs joined the splashing sounds. I settled into the cool sheets. And
waited.
    The water stopped. The lyrics had been replaced by the more melodic
whistling. The bathroom door must have opened because the tune was very
clear. Footsteps padded across the hall into his room. And I
waited. Anxiously.
    Soon his head poked in. "Hey, buddy, you asleep?" He whispered. Even
his soft voice was deep, melodic.
    "Yes", I whispered back then giggled.
    Sporting his striped velour robe he made his way to my bed. Bending
over me, clenched fists dented the pillow next to my ears. "I thought you'd
be asleep", he surmised. A quick flash of teeth and he lowered further,
kissing my nose. "Go to sleep".
    My eyes flashed open. "But you promised. Remember?". My orbs pleaded.
    Looking down at me he gave a lop-sided smirk. "Yeah. You're right. I
did". Reaching down he pulled the comforter and sheets off of me then the
bed in one great whoosh. "Get the hand mirror from the bathroom".
    Bounding off the bed I dashed down the hall, grabbed the pink handled
reflector and flew back to my room. Daddy was seated on my bed leaning
against my head-board. While covered in the robe his legs were nonetheless
splayed. I hesitated uncertain.
    "Come on up. Sit here". He patted the spot on the mattress in front of
his crotch.
    As I took my place with my back to his chest he flipped on my table
lamp. I felt the robe cushion me as he leaned forward. I saw his knees
raise up somewhat to match my own. "Now what? I asked as I dangled the
mirror beside my right knee.
    He large calloused hands felt my flanks before thumbing into my
pj's. "Let's get these off".
    I raised my rump as he slid the flannel down to my knees allowing me to
complete their journey. His right hand took mine lowering the mirror
between my legs. For the first time I truly saw my soft little cock and
small balls. My eyes studied the short length of my prick with its smooth
pink knob and pouty slit. The balls were resting relaxed on the sheet.
    "Can you see everything all right?"
    "Yeah". I continued to study.
    His great paws found my inner thighs spreading them farther
apart. Forefinger and thumb of each hand found my cock. "This is your
penis" he said softly into my ear as he too gazed into the mirror. The
thumbs slid down to my knob. "This is the head. Most of your nerve endings
are here. Close to the surface. It's what makes it so sensitive to touch".
    As the pads of his thumbs slid back and forth my cock tingled then
hardened quickly. Thumbs and forefingers slid up and down my little
circumsized prick. My toes tingled at the gentle rythm. His other fingers
dipped down tumbling my balls.
    "These are your testicles", he voice whispered heavily. The fingers
allowed the balls to move from digit to digit then back again.
    My temples throbbed. His fingers felt so wonderful in their fondling
skills. I watched in the mirror seeing the underside of my shaft. The
little vee just below the piss slit and the strings of skin that seemed to
stretch were viewed by me for the first time. Carefully daddy allowed me to
see it all.
    "Now you try, Davey".
    As my fingers replaced his he leaned away from me. Barely noticing the
rob slide off his legs one hand played with my cock while the other held
the mirror. Fascinated I watched my fingers flute the prick sliding up and
down. It felt so good. And, better yet, I was able to recreate the
wonderful feeling daddy had started.
    His paws soothed my thighs as he whispered, "That's it, son. Make
yourself feel good".
    The fur of his chest melted against my upper back while some kind of
warm log pressed against my spine. His arms enfolded as he reached around
to the back of my thighs. He pulled me up slightly clearing my butt off the
bed then positioning me slightly forward. His hand positioned the mirror
then pulled on my butt cheeks.
    "Do you know what this is?" His voice was breathless and low. "This is
your asshole". Both forefingers took turns patting my most secret of
places. "This is also a part of your pleasure".
    My hand was guided down. My fingers touched and explored as I watched
the small opening wink in anticipation of each pulse.
    "Does that feel good?"
    "Yeah". I sighed as his fingers took over. As one finger rubbed my hole
the other hand took hold of my sex. His breath echoed into my ear as my
body bathed in waves of warmth.
    "Here". Daddy raised me as he moved me. "Turn around. Face me".
    As I rolled around ending up on my knees facing daddy my eyes widened
as I saw his enormous fat hard-on. I didn't even ask. As his hand found my
cock and balls mine found his prick. He groaned as I made
contact. Fat. Thick. Veiny. Purple. My hands grabbed and pulled up and
down. He was so fantastcally big! Monster-size!
    And daddy, who never swore, sighed a strong, "Oh, fuck, yeah. Feels so
fucking good. Pump daddys hot fucking cock, son. Yeah. That's it. Fucking
pull on my fat fuck-stick!"
    Hairy crotch and balls made the cock appear even stronger. It was like
holding onto warm steel.
    "You like daddys fucking cock?"
    "Yeah" I grinned as I pulled and pushed the log between my hands.
    "Fuckin' right. This is a real mans prick. I fuck your mother with this
every fuckin' night. Shove it right up her cunt". He grabbed my chin
bringing his face so so close to mine. "The bitch begs for it!".
    His eyes were slits. His face red. His breath raspy. I stared at his
new face; one I had never seen before. My cock throbbed in his expert hand.
    He moved my hands away. "Here. Daddy'll get it for you. Yeah. I'll pump
it out for you. Watch daddy fuckin' pump his fuckin' cock!"
    I stared in wonder at the speed of his fist up and down that massive
meat. His face was pinched. He gasped for air.
    "Fuckin' watch my cock! Watch daddy pump his fuckin' meat. Aww fuck,
aww fuck. It's cumming. Cumming. Cumming!"
    A fountain of white flew up into the air and arced onto my stomch. The
second hit my hard-on as did the third. The fourth missed entirely landing
on the mattress between my legs.
    "Oh, fuck", daddy sighed as he fell back against the head board. His
eyes closed as he lolled his head. His hand squeezing his cock tight.
    I looked down. The piss slit was slightly open oozing white. It was
just there. Staring up at me. I stared back. Then bent down. My lips
parted. As the touch of his knob met my lips I widened and sucked in as
much of the knob as I could. Thick creamy salty cum entered my throat. A
hand gently felt the top of my hair.
    Daddy chuckled. "Yeah. You're just like your mother".