Date: Sat, 19 Feb 2011 18:03:15 -0500
From: tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Early to Rise

			       EARLY TO RISE
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     I walked into the kitchen yawning, wearing only my briefs as
usual. Stopped, when I saw someone sitting at the counter. "Dad!" I said in
surprise. "You're here!"
     Dad turned down the corner of the newspaper. "Yeah."
     "But..." I broke into a grin. "Sorry. I guess I forgot for a moment."
     "I know." Dad agreed. "But I'm on day shift now, Jamie. I was on night
shift for the longest."
     "Yeah, I know." I said. "Now. When you got to go to work?"
     "Nine o'clock." Dad worked as a security guard. Like he'd said, for
the last four years, he'd been on the night shift at an office building
downtown, working from eleven at night until nine o'clock. Oh, I saw Dad
plenty, but only at night or on weekends. This was different, somehow. Dad
in the morning! Wearing a bathrobe and slippers on his feet, holding a cup
of coffee, his hair all mussed up. A more relaxed, easy sort of Dad.
     "Want me to make you breakfast?" I asked him.
     "Doesn't your Mom do that?" he asked.
     "Mom likes to sleep in." I said. "I can make some instant oatmeal or
there's cereal."
     Dad looked at the clock. "It's only six a.m." he said. "What time do
you have to go to school?"
     "Eight fifteen." I said, shrugged. "I watch television or something
until I have to go to school."
     "You're up early."
     "So are you."
     Dad laughed, an easy sound. Again, this was different, somehow. And I
realized why! "Hey, Dad, you're up early and you're in a good mood!" Not
like Mom at all, she'd get up only about ten o'clock and then grumble and
groan for at least an hour. Another reason I fixed my own breakfast every
morning.
     "Always was a morning person." Dad agreed. "And Abby was always the
night owl."
     "Yeah." I agreed. "So...we can watch television together?"
     "After breakfast." Dad agreed. "You were making oatmeal for us,
weren't you?"
     "Yeah!" I grinned.
     That set the pattern. Dad and I traded making each other breakfast. He
taught me how to fix eggs and bacon and toast, and manfully ate my early
mistakes like they were actually good. And that weekend was great, Dad
still got up about five thirty a.m. and was in the kitchen when I came down
fifteen or twenty minutes later. Neither of us were setting alarm clocks or
nothing, like Dad said, we were both morning people, is all. You wake up
and can't wait to start the day. I never did understand why Mom would look
at me all bleary-eyed and groggy when I'd wake her up, finally she started
letting me do my own breakfast like I said.
     Dad wore his bathrobe into the kitchen the first few days, then he
started coming down wearing just a t-shirt and boxers. Then just the boxers
which he was wearing over his briefs. I liked that, because I could see my
Dad's body, his big strong arms and hairy chest, with his breasts forming a
wide shelf over his rapidly tapering waist, forming a taut flat square with
a deep line from his navel down to the elastic waistband. Dad believed in
keeping in shape, he had weights in the garage which he used several times
a week. I watched him fixing breakfast on his days to make it, and his
muscles would ripple as he scrambled the eggs or stirred the pancake
batter. I liked watching his bicep especially, how they'd flex when he did
that like a pulsing orange. It was like he had a kitten playing under his
skin, I thought of that and told him and he laughed and made his muscle
dance for me all by itself. Then I got to touch it as he flexed it and it
was just so cool!
     After nearly two weeks, on Saturday morning, I walked into the kitchen
and there was Dad reading the paper. Only he was wearing only his briefs,
just like me.
     Except Dad's briefs weren't like mine. Mine were tight little colored
things, red with white seams.  Dad's were plain white Fruit of the Loom,
only his were loose and baggy on him. Only they didn't hang slack, either,
they bulged out in front.
     "What are you looking at?" Dad said when he saw me staring.
     "What's that?" I asked him. "Inside your shorts."
     "Huh?" Dad looked down. "What?"
     "That...that thing."
     "Huh? Oh! Uh...that's nothing."
     "It's not nothing, Daddy. What you got in there anyway?" I was
genuinely curious! It didn't occur to me what I was looking at, it looked
like he had stuck a banana in there. "Is that a banana?"
     "No, son, no!" Daddy started laughing. "It's just me. Honest."
     "It is not!" I scoffed. "It can't be!"
     "Sure it can." Dad said. "When you grow up, yours will get bigger like
mine."
     "Yeah?"
     "Sure, Son." Dad said. "Don't worry about it."
     "Okay." I said. "Your turn to fix breakfast."
     I watched Dad as he made our meal. Watching his briefs, that is, and
that thing inside it. That was really Dad's wiener? It didn't seem
possible. It was too big for that! I only had my own little willy to
compare it with, but this wasn't just a case of Daddy being bigger than me,
if I'd had one like him in my size, it'd be dangling down halfway to my
knee!
     "Jamie? Jamie?" Dad was saying.
     "Huh?" I looked up.
     "I said how do you want your eggs?"
     "Oh! Uh...I don't know."
     Dad set down the skillet, took the bacon off the burner and turned it
off, and came over, and as he did, all I looked at was how his thing
wiggled inside his briefs as he walked over. "Son, maybe I should go
upstairs and put something on, huh?" He was only a couple of feet away from
me, now. My best look at it so far. His thing made a long arcing bulge
inside those loose briefs he wore. I could almost see it through the thin
material, a darker brown color than the rest of his body.
     "No, Dad!" I immediately protested. "Please don't!"
     "But...you keep staring." Dad pointed out.
     "I'm just wondering what it looks like." I admitted.
     "Oh!" Dad considered this. "I guess this is my fault, I should have
kept covered up."
     "Can I see it?" I pressed my advantage.
     Dad was quiet for a moment. "If I let you see it, will that mean you
stop staring at me like I'm a salami hanging up in the supermarket?"
     "Uh-huh." I said. Of course, I'd have agreed to anything just then.
     Dad licked his lips. "All right then. But you look and that's the end
of it. Agreed?"
     "Okay!"
     Dad reached up to his waistband and his fingers slid into the
waistband. A tug and he moved them down to mid-thigh, forming a figure
eight around his legs. "There. Take a good look."
     I stared at him, my body moving forward as I did so. "Wow!" I said
softly.
     Daddy's dick was dangling loosely from his body between his legs. Big
as a banana it was, and not one of the smaller ones, either!
     "Wow!" I said again. I had gotten off from my chair and was now
staring right at it, a few inches away. Staring at it. Memorizing it.
     And it jerked all of a sudden, and I jerked back like it was a
snake. And the head rose up.
     Dad gulped hard. "It does that when you grow up, sometimes."
     "Yeah." I said. "I know. Billy's does that when he and I play
sometimes. Only yours is a lot bigger." Billy was a couple of years older
than me.
     And I reached up and got hold of Dad's cock. Dad gave a sort of gurgle
sound when I did that and his dick got harder all of a sudden. I had hold
of a solid steel rod, warm and full and rich.
     "Yeah, just like Billy's." I said as I began to stroke my hand up and
down it.
     Dad took my hand away and held it apart from him. "What were you
doing, Jamie?"
     "Playing with it." I said. "Didn't you like it, Dad?"
     "Son, you can't play with a man's dick!" Dad chided me. "What would
people say?"
     "Billy says it feels great!" I pointed out. "And it feels good when he
does it with me, too."
     "It's one thing to do it with a friend your own age, Son." Dad
said. "That's just normal exploration. But doing it with a grown-up, well,
that's something else."
     Something else. "I know what you mean, Dad." I said.
     "Good." Dad said.
     "You mean you want me to do this." I said and lunged onto his cock,
sucking him into my mouth and getting it pretty deep before he caught hold
of my head and pulled me off.
     "Jesus H. Christ!" Dad yelped. "Jamie, what the hell?"
     " But Billy said he saw his sister doing that with her boyfriend." I
protested. "Said she liked it. And he liked it when I did it on him. I
liked doing it, too! It was great!"
     "Jesus." Dad said but this time, softer. When he let go and I dove
back onto him, he didn't fight me off any longer. I got my mouth onto him
fully and Daddy just stood there and let me suck on him.
     I didn't have to be told what to do. I'd figured all that out with
Billy, only Dad was a lot bigger and a lot warmer! And one thing more,
something Billy didn't have even if he was nearly ten years old now.
     Dad's cock oozed this really sticky stuff onto my tongue and it was
hot and salty and so, so delicious! I licked my lips. "Wow, Dad, this is
better than Billy's!" I licked my lips again. "This is good!"
     "Baby, oh, Baby!" Daddy moaned. "You're good, too."
     I went back down on him and Daddy threw his head back and crooned, I
could just see his chin when I looked up at him from there, my mouth
covering his cock and slurping on it back and forth.
     And Daddy looked down and he was panting hard, so hard. His mouth was
open and he was breathing like "hooh-hooh-hooh-hooh!" "Oh, Baby, God,
that's so good, Baby, so good!"
     I spent some time looking up at him as he smiled down on me, keeping
his prick happy by licking at it with my tongue, and more of his stuff
oozed out and I licked it clean every time a pearl of it shone on his slit.
     "Baby, Baby, I'm getting close!" Daddy panted. "Real close."
     "Close to what?"
     Dad stared and realized I meant it. "Close to shooting my load." He
saw my puzzlement and went on. "A whole lot of that stuff you've been
licking off is going to squirt out all at once. I can just stroke myself
off this time, so you can see what it's like and then...gurg!
     That was me diving back onto him, sucking on him frantically. If Daddy
was going to shoot out a whole lot of that amazing salty stuff, that tasted
like...tasted like Daddy, I wanted it! I wanted it all!
     So I clamped onto Daddy's dong and I suctioned him with every bit of
energy I had and Daddy groaned, "I'm coming now, Son, I'm coming, here it
comes! Here...it...CU-U-U-U-UHHHHHH!"
     And Daddy wasn't kidding when he said there'd be a lot of it. He let
out that loud groan instead of the word "comes," and I got a huge blast of
hot salty spunk right into my mouth! I loved it, I wanted it...and there
was too much. Another blast hit hard on the heels of the first one, before
I could swallow, and I choked, gagged, swallowed some, a third blast poured
in and I coughed, and Dad's jizz squirted out my nostrils. A fourth load
seemed to flow directly out of his cock into my mouth, up my nose and out
again, I was dripping like the worst case of a bad cold you ever had. The
salty stuff stung, but I gulped again, and again, and got control of it in
time to drink the rest of it down.
     Dad was panting and gasping like a guy I saw on television show having
a heart attack, "A-huh, a-huh, a-huh, a-huh! Whoo!"
     I swallowed hard and said, "That was a whole lot, Dad! I got it coming
out my nose!" And I giggled, blew my nose and held the huge sticky wad that
produced hanging off my thumb and forefinger out for Dad to see.
     Panting hard still, Dad managed a grin. "Well, it's been building up
there for quite a while, Son!"
     "Yeah?" I knew from Billy and his endless supply of information that
grown-ups won't tell a kid a bit about that. "What about Mom?"
     "Huh?"
     "I mean, aren't you supposed to be doing this with Mom?" I wanted to
know.
     Dad managed a smile, but it wasn't a happy one if you know what I
mean. "Well, Son, sometimes it doesn't work out that way."
     "You mean Mom has cut you off." Too much information; I don't know why
they don't teach kids about sex to begin with, they wouldn't be hammered
like this if they did, you know.
     "Well...." Dad grimaced, smiled again that unhappy smile. You know,
the kind you make when you're admitting something you wish you didn't have
to. But Dad always believed in telling me the truth. At least to a direct
question. "Let's just say that your Mom had gotten used to me being gone
all night long. A little too used to it. We stopped having sex except now
and then. Now that I'm home every night, she's just not wanting to go back
to every single night."
     "Are you going to divorce Mom?"
     "Huh? No, no! It takes more than that to end a marriage. But it did
leave me with a big load all built up and no place to go." Dad said. "I was
thinking of maybe finding a little something on the side, something so I
could stay married to your mother, that is, not replace her."
     "Oh." I digested that as well as any kid would, smiled, "Well you have
replaced her. You got me, now."
     Dad chuckled, a short sound. "Yeah, I guess I do." He looked at the
clock. "You ready for your breakfast now?"
     "Yeah." I agreed.
     "The toast will be cold by now." Dad said. He turned the burner back
on and set the half-cooked bacon on it. "You make some more while I fix the
eggs."
     "Okay!"
     Dad looked at the clock. "Still only six thirty in the morning. You
know what you want to do while you wait for Mom to get up?"
     I grinned. "Yeah. I want to do it again."
     Dad laughed. "In that case, I'd better have a big breakfast. Keep my
strength up."
     We got on the living room couch and I sucked Daddy again, and he did
the same to me, me shivering in my own climax just before he squirted
another load into my mouth. I made Dad come one time more before the sounds
of Mom coming down the stairs ended our fun. When she got there, it was to
the sight of the two of us sitting on the couch watching television.
     Not that Mom looked at us, much. "Oh, God, I'm still tired." she
yawned mightily. "I'm going to take a nap this afternoon."
     "You wouldn't need a nap if you got in bed before two in the morning."
Dad pointed out. It was true, Mom stayed up way late watching television
every night. "Jamie and I have been up since six a.m."
     "Yeah, the two of you." Mom yawned again. "You've woke me up getting
out of bed every single morning at six a.m. It's just not human."
     "I do it, too." I said.
     "Maybe you should sleep with Jamie from now on." Mom suggested. "The
two of you are in bed by nine-thirty sharp every night as it is, the same
schedule as Jamie."
     I looked at Dad and he looked at me. "Maybe I ought to at that." Dad
agreed.
     "Sure!" I chimed in. "That sounds great! Early to bed and early to
rise."
     "Makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise." Dad finished. I looked my
puzzlement. "Benjamin Franklin, it was one of his sayings."
     "Oh." I said. I'd just meant it had sounded like a lot of fun.
     And when Dad moved in with me that same night, it sure was!

				  THE END
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