Date: Sat, 19 Jun 2004 00:17:23 EDT
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Both My Dads, Part One of Two 

			       BOTH MY DADS
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     "Kevin, your daddy's here!" my other daddy called to me. I had been
lying on my bed reading the newspaper's comic section after an early
breakfast, and so I jumped up and ran to the bottom drawer of my dresser
and pulled out the two Father's Day cards I had made in the last week of
school, and went yelling through the hall to the living room, waving one in
each hand. My art teacher had told us to make cards for Mother's Day and
Father's Day (it being nearly Mother's Day at the time) and when she saw me
doing three of them, she asked me, "Who's the third card for?"
     "One's for my mom, one's for my dad and the other is for my other
dad." I said.
     "Your other dad? You mean your stepdaddy?" she said.
     "No, my other dad." I insisted. "They're both my daddy, both of
them. They're the best two dads in the entire world!" She looked flustered
and mumbled something, walked off. But she was an old white-headed grump
anyway. What would she know about having two daddies, I mean, really having
two daddies, not just one daddy and one "kind of" daddy like a stepdaddy?
     Even at ten years old, I was still adamant about that, nobody was
allowed to call them both anything but my daddies. My first daddy was the
one my mom had been married to when I was born. He traveled on the road a
lot, and after a time, my mom left him and about the time I was four years
old, she met my second daddy. Then my first daddy took a job in town and I
spent more time with both of them.
     They were both great about the time we shared. When it would be my
first daddy's weekend to spend with me (he officially only got me every
other weekend), but something would come up at home, a simple phone call
would let me spend the weekend with my other daddy and my mother
instead. Or the other way around if my first daddy got tickets or
something. And sometimes we would all four go out and have some fun, at a
father-son picnic or fishing or something. My daddies would sit and talk
and laugh and share beers while I had a Coke, and everything was great.
     My first daddy was younger than my second daddy, by quite a lot. He
and Mom married while they were still in high school, and I was born while
they were both in their senior year of school. He had my light brown hair
and something of my face, though both my daddies agreed that my most of my
looks came from my mother. My second daddy was about ten years older than
my first daddy, with dark brown, nearly black, hair and he was taller and
bigger than daddy. My first daddy spent one year working for my second
daddy's hardware business before he got his current job.
     "Happy Father's Day!" I shouted out and I gave them both the cards I
had made and they both liked them. I had used light green and dark blue,
and lots of silver glitter on the blue parts. They thought it was clever
how I had cut the green letters from my first daddy's card to make the
letters I pasted on my second daddy's card, then I put a solid sheet of
paper behind my first daddy's card, so the cut-out letters would show
through like regular letters. Both said the same thing, "To the Best Daddy
in the World!" I didn't see anything funny about it back then, but I can
see now why they laughed about that part.
     We had agreed on Father's Day a long time ago, it was one day I always
spent with both my daddies. Mom would go visit her own father and I would
go fishing or something with both my daddies.
     "Now, Mike." Mommy said to my second daddy. "Are you sure you three
want to go fishing today? They're saying it's going to rain."
     "If it gets to raining too hard, we'll just come back here." my second
daddy promised. "Jeff and I can sit around and play games with Kevin or
something."
     "I'll take care of your husband and son." my first daddy said. "They
won't fall in the river while I'm around."
     "Maybe have to jump in after you." my second daddy said. He was
referring to the time last summer when my first daddy had stood up in the
boat and it had tipped to one side, not all the way over, but enough that
he fell in. He got good and wet, especially the way my second daddy had
kept rowing the boat away from him, but he finally caught up to us, and
climbed in, tipping more water in on us. I had to bail water for almost a
half hour while my first daddy cussed and stripped and wrung out his
clothes. My second daddy had laughed, saying he looked like a plucked
chicken, all pink and wrinkled.
     "Shoot, I'll pull you all in with me if that happens again!" my first
daddy said.
     I laughed as they kept it up all the way down to the river. Our house
wasn't too far from the river, I could have walked home from it if I just
had to, about three miles. So we got there and the sky just stayed cloudy
without dropping any rain. And we sat in the boat and fished, and my second
daddy winked at me in the front of the boat, and him in the stern next to
the power motor. I guess he'd been waiting. My first Daddy caught a nice
big fish and he got excited reeling it in...and he stood up to drop the big
fish into our live trap (fish taste better if you keep them alive until
shortly before you cook them). My second Daddy let him get the fish in safe
(we were going to eat that fish for lunch, after all) and then he gave me a
wave and he leaned way over to the left, the same way my first daddy was
leaning, and I did the same and the boat tilted from all that weight on the
one side and my first daddy went into the water again!
     How we laughed. My second daddy turned and tried to start the motor,
but it didn't catch right away and my first daddy got hold of the edge of
the boat before he got it started. Daddy rared up on the edge of the boat
and he tipped it and the entire boat, all of us, went into the water then.
     Now, I was a good swimmer and so was my second Daddy, and the water
wasn't even that deep. So we weren't in any danger, but all the fishing
gear and our basket lunch and such went into the water. We floundered
around and my second daddy was cussing a blue streak and my first daddy was
laughing, and my second daddy laughed after a while (as he said later, you
aren't allowed to stay mad when someone gets you back in a joke) and we got
the boat upright and I climbed in and started bailing while they fished
around and caught all the fishing rods and tackle box and styrofoam cooler.
     We saved everything but a couple of small items from the lunch (cans
and such, they sank), and my daddies shook hands and made themselves
friends again, saying things like "You really got me!" and "I knew you were
going to try that on me, I just knew it!"
     But that ended the fishing trip. The day wasn't that warm yet, and the
water was still pretty cold, because that river was mostly melted snow from
the mountains and I was shivering.
     "Brrr!" I said as we settled down.
     "You can say that again." my first daddy said.
     "Brr!" I said again.
     "It is too cold to be in these wet clothes."
     "We'd better get Kevin home and get him warm."
     "You wouldn't be wanting to get warm, too, now would you?"
     "Who, me? I'm a polar bear. I'm just thinking about Kevin and you."
     As I said, my daddies got along.
     We got back home just as it did start in raining, and Mom had already
left for Grandma and Grandpa's house, and I went over and turned the
thermostat way up so the heater would come on and stay on.
     "Just strip out of those clothes right here." My second daddy
advised. "We'll let them drip in the bathtub for an hour or so, then we'll
pop them in the dryer and you'll have dry clothes before the afternoon."
     "And what am I supposed to wear until then?" my first daddy asked.
     "Plucked chicken!" I hooted.
     "Yeah, plucked chicken." my second daddy agreed.
     "If you think I'm going to sit around naked, you're sadly mistaken."
my first daddy said. "Maureen would kill me." That was my mother.
     "She's gone until late tonight; she's staying for dinner with them."
my second daddy said. "Just us guys. Go ahead."
     "Plucked chicken!" I said again. "Come on, daddy, show us that plucked
chicken!"
     Daddy was quiet and then said, "I will if you will."
     "Huh?" my second daddy said.
     "I said I will if you will. Let's turn this house into a locker room
for a few hours. Strip down and just warm up the natural way." The rain
picked up even harder, it was setting in for the promised all-day downpour
the weather men had promised.
     "Okay, hurray!" I said. It sounded like wonderful fun, like me and the
guys did sometimes when we did a sleepover, the thrill of running around
naked. It would be great if me and my daddies did that!
     "I don't know."
     "Now who's the plucked chicken?" my first daddy teased.
     My second daddy looked at me and I said, "Come on, daddy, it'll be
fun!" And I began to yank off my wet clothes and my first daddy did the
same.
     My second daddy looked at us and he grinned and said, "Okay, it's a
deal. The rest of the day."
     "All day and night!" I put in. "Nobody going anywhere in this rain
anyway."
     So my daddies and me celebrated Father's Day by getting naked
together. I got out of my clothes easy, then I watched my second daddy as
he pulled off his t-shirt, for I knew he had a lot of hair on his chest,
but I nearly never saw it, he always wore his t-shirt. Second daddy's skin
is darker than mine and my first daddy's, too, and I saw that it wasn't
just a suntan, he was darker all over, even.
     My first daddy was at his jeans, now, his chest bare. He had some hair
there, too, but only a little bit, you kind of had to look for it to see
it. It was a little darker brown than the hair on his head.
     He unbuttoned his jeans and tugged them down and I saw the boxers
clinging tightly to his legs, transparent because they were white and thin
and the water was making them stick to his body.
     "I'll help you, Daddy." I said when I saw the pants were sticking to
his legs. "Just sit down and I'll yank them off."
     "Okay, Son." my first daddy said and sat down. He had the jeans down
to his knees and I grabbed them by the legs and yanked at them, time and
again. They really were stuck to his legs by all the water, but with a
spray of droplets and me falling back to the floor, they came off of him.
     "Way to go!" my second daddy cheered. He had been fighting his shoe
laces, his boots had leather laces and they had kind of swelled up with the
water, practically making a hard knot on him. He had just gotten both of
them off, showing dark grey socks with red toes.
     "Now it's your turn." I said, kneeling before my second daddy. The
socks were easy enough, though they dribbled water like sponges when I got
hold of them. Then his feet, big, wide-splayed feet, were bare, his toes
wiggling at me like ten separate puppies. I giggled at that thought, my
daddy's toes being puppies, then I said, "Okay, let's get them off of you!"
     My second daddy stood up and I just grabbed his waistband. He had
buttons there and they didn't give me any trouble. Then I yanked at the
waistband and they peeled off of him stubbornly, they were already tight on
him and they just acted like a second skin on him.
     "Come on, boy, pull!" my first daddy cheered on, still in his
boxers. I saw I was going to have to strip them both if I wanted them
naked, they were getting a little bashful, just like little kids when you
play naked.
     I got my second daddy down to just a pair of soggy briefs and said,
"Okay, now take the rest of them off."
     "I don't know." my first daddy said.
     "I don't know if this is a good idea."
     "No fair!" I said. "I'm all plucked chicken here, and you should be
too. You promised!"
     And I went lightning fast from spoiled brat to sensible. "Come on,
your underwear's wet, too. You need to at least change out of them."
     They both looked like that was a sensible idea.
     "You pull them off and I'll go get you something to wear." I said.
     That got my first daddy up, he skinned out of his boxers and I said,
"Thank you." And then to my second daddy, "Okay, now you."
     Slowly, he stood up and caught his waistband and tugged them
down. They clung like his jeans, like they didn't want to turn loose of
him. But he got out of them and stood up and his cock was wet and sticking
to the side of his leg.
     "My briefs are in the top drawer on the right." my second daddy
said. "Get us two pair of them."
     I got his briefs and I said, "No!"
     "What?" I almost never said no to my daddies.
     "We agreed to go naked all day long and all night!" I said. "I got
your clothes now and I'm not giving you anymore until tomorrow!"
     I waved those briefs like a pair of flags. "You can't catch me, can't
catch me!" I taunted them.
     "Why, you little...!" my first daddy said.
     "Let's get him!" my second daddy said. I took off running. Our house
had the living room, kitchen and dining room in three quarters of a square,
and the bedrooms were off on a wing of the fourth quarter. I could and did
run toward the dining room and from there into the kitchen, with my daddies
after me, and I could have run in circles all day, except my second daddy
realized my plan and he turned around and when I came back into the living
room through the hanging curtain, he was on the other side and he grabbed
me. "Got you!" he crowed.
     "Yike! Yike!" I bellowed out.
     My first daddy came through the curtain and he grabbed me, too, and
together they wrestled me, naked and struggling, down to the floor where
they began to tickle me, and then my second daddy pulled what he called
"the motorboat", which was he put his mouth onto my stomach and blew,
pr-pr-pr-pr-pr-pr!" It makes a loud puttering sound and it tickles like
crazy!
     "Ah, hahahahahahah!" I laughed and he did it again and I was helpless
then, and my first daddy got down and he helped, I was getting
"motorboated" until it was just too much, too much!
     I squirmed and squealed and got upright, sitting up and they grabbed
me one by each arm, their own arms wrapped around them, and I found my
hands right at both their crotches at the same time.
     "We got you!" my second daddy said.
     "No." I said, carried away by the game. I grabbed their cocks just
like I would do with my friends when we played naked, and said, "I got
you!"
     That was when I noticed something new about their cocks. Both of them
were...hard! Hard and warm! I'd never felt anything but my friend's cocks,
and they weren't anything like this, all big and fat and warm.
     "Wow." I said softly. "These are big." I said, impressed.
     "Son." my first daddy said, choked.
     "We were just playing around." my second daddy tried. "It happens when
you grow up and aren't used to being naked. It gets hard."
     I wasn't paying that much attention to them. I had learned with my
friends how good it feels to stroke them up and down and, almost without
thinking about it, not thinking that these two cocks belonged to my
daddies, I began to pump them up and down.
     It was like both of them were frozen in place. They had hold of me and
were unable, or afraid to, even move.
     I was stroking them up and down, and I had to move my hand so much!
With my friends, I just kind of wiggled my fingers back and forth, but with
these big prongs, I was moving my entire hand and wrist and still not
really pumping them. "Gosh, I never felt any like these before." I
said. "They're nice!"
     "Son!" my first daddy said again in that choking way. "Son, don't do
it."
     "You're not supposed to do that." my second daddy put in, in that same
sort of strangled voice. It was like they were caught and trembling.
     "Please, daddies." I said immediately. "Let me play with them. You
like it, don't you?" I said cunningly. One of my friends had tried this
"you're not supposed to do it" and I had asked him that and he had admitted
he loved it, and I got to keep playing. I pressed by asking again. "You
like it, don't you, daddy?"
     "Oh, God!" my first daddy said. "I haven't had any in weeks and
weeks."
     "Me, either." my second daddy said. "It's been...God!" he stopped.
     "Maureen cut you off, too, huh?" my first daddy said.
     "Never really gave me any." my second daddy admitted. "I've been using
Mr. Hand nearly as much as I did when I was single."
     "Mr. Hand." I giggled. "Yeah." I said. "Me and my friends do this all
the time when we sleep over. So, daddies, can we do it? Maybe do it all day
and all night long, long as we're all playing naked and all. It's one of
the games, you know."
     "I know." my second daddy admitted. "God, I know, hearing you and your
friends in there in the bed at night, wishing it was me."
     "Are we crazy?" my first daddy said. "Letting my son play with our
dicks."
     "Our son." my second daddy said. "Yeah, I guess we are. If he wants
to."
     "I want to." I said firmly. "Can we get on the couch?"
     "Oh, yeah." my first daddy shuddered. "God, but let's hurry, I'm about
to shoot as it is."
     They let me go and we raced for the couch. I got up in between them,
both of them laid back and I grabbed their dicks and now I really began to
pump on them. They guided me in how to please a man with his big dicks,
words like "harder, Son!" and "bigger strokes, baby!" and soon I was
flogging them the way a man would...that's the words they used, flogging
them like a man!
     Both my daddies were so worked up that they were moaning and thrashing
about under my hands. It was kind of a funny feeling, knowing that these
two men, the two daddies that I loved, were feeling so good that they
couldn't hold still. Their cocks were so big and so hard that I couldn't
believe it. Would mine get that big and hard one day? I guessed it would!
     "Oh, oh, baby, I'm going to come!" my first daddy groaned out. "I'm
going to shoot it!"
     "What's that?" I asked.
     "You'll see." he groaned and then he gave some kind of gargling sounds
of pleasure and then I did see, for his cock rocketed out with jism, the
first sperm I had ever seen, and it was my first daddy's. He was really
yelling now he felt so good, and I watched it, awestruck at how hot his
cock was, and how hard it had gotten, and how it was shooting out this very
white, very strong-smelling stuff that arced up into the air and over onto
his stomach and some on my arm.
     "Oh, my turn, my turn." my second daddy groaned as my first daddy
slumped down, finished, panting and gasping, just the way my friends would
before they would tell me to stop playing with them. So I stopped jerking
my first daddy's cock, I just held onto it, it was still so hot and hard
and strong, and I turned my attention to my second daddy's cock. His cock
was a little bigger than my first daddy's, and it had a kind of cover over
the top of it. I watched as his cockhead only peeked out a little when I
pressed down on his foreskin, marveling at how purple and round-topped it
was. I was watching it closely and so when my second daddy came, he shot it
and it got me right in my face!
     Hot, hot and salty, and strong! I jerked my head back, feeling the
slimy jizz like mud on my face, only this was hot mud, very hot, and I kept
on pumping him and now he was shooting on himself like my first daddy had,
and he came a little longer and a little harder, I think. I know it lasted
him longer, even after he was done shooting, he was still moaning and
groaning and jerking about like he was still shooting it. I kept on pumping
him until he dropped back into a few quivering motions, and I said, "Wow,
I've never seen them do that before, either!"
     My first daddy grinned. "That's what happens when you get all grown
up."
     "Mine will do that when I'm bigger?" I asked.
     "It sure will."
     My second daddy was still panting, he sat up and looked at me, sitting
between them, a cock in each hand still, the cock striped with a hot line
of white jizz running down its side. "That was great!" he gasped out.
     I grinned. "It sure was. Now it's my turn."
     "What?'
     "My turn for you to do me." I said.
     My first daddy looked at my second daddy. "Well, which one of us does
it for him?"
     "You can trade off." I said. "First one then the other. The next time
I do it for both of you."
     "Next time?" my first daddy said.
     "Is there going to be a next time?" my second daddy asked.
     "Sure, why not?" I asked, genuinely puzzled by this.
     My daddies laughed. "Sounds fine with me." My first daddy said. "My
weekends with Kevin just got a lot more interesting."
     "I'm the lucky one." my second daddy said. "He's living with me, and
going to be helping me in the store this summer."
     "Yeah." I said.
     "You hiring again?"
     "Summer's my busy period." my second daddy shrugged. "Everyone's
building stuff."
     "I need a new job; they're laying off at the plant." my first daddy
said.
     "You're hired." my second daddy said. "You can start in with me and
Kevin tomorrow morning."
     "Yeah." I said. "I'm going to be cleaning out the back room."
     "I think that's going to take him a while." my first daddy said.
     "I'm sure it will." my second daddy agreed.
     And I knew they weren't talking about the work.
     Didn't I tell you I had the two best daddies in the world?

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