Date: Sat, 12 Nov 2016 15:28:23 -0500
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: I Want to Stay With Daddy! story

                    I WANT TO STAY WITH DADDY!
                      By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
                   WWW.TOMMYHAWKSROGUEMOON.COM

     The divorce court wasn't what I was expecting. Instead of the
courtroom, with the judge's station at front and two desks on opposite
sides of the aisle, we all sat around a single conference table, with the
judge at the end, me and my attorney on one side, my wife (ex-wife) on the
other side, and the kids got to pick which side they wanted to sit on, long
as it was toward the other end of that table. Judy sat by her mother, and
she had Gilbert in his stroller by her other side, but Lars was sitting by
me, looking at his mother defiantly, for she had tried to get him to sit
between her and Judith and he had refused. "I want to sit by Daddy!" he
declared.
     So he sat by me, and grinned up at me and I had to grin back. Lars was
such an energetic tumblebug of a young boy, small and compact for his
years, with a tangled shock of brown hair lighter than my own darker locks,
a beaming smile marred but not dimmed by the missing tooth in the top half
of his grin, third from front on the left (but the bare nub of the
permanent tooth was growing in there already), and he looked at me like I
was god of the universe. Whereas my wife Mary and fourteen-year-old
daughter Judy looked at me like I was a devil, when they both knew damned
well it was Mary who had decided she was tired of being married to me.
     Well, on to the divorce proceeding. I'd decided not to fight anything,
okay, Mary gets the house, okay, she gets the better car and the bank
accounts and alimony and child support. It would leave me scraping by on
barely enough cash, living in a rented motel room and eating at fast food
places, but hell, my kids needed a home and a decent life even if they had
to put up with Mary to get it. So I didn't fight much.
     Until it came time for the child custody and support portion and then
it was Lars who spoke up. The judge had just asked Judy who she wanted to
live with and she'd snobbily responded her mother, of course, and the judge
was about to ask the same thing of Lars, not that his wishes in this would
be honored much at his age.
     But Lars jumped into it with both feet, just like he did everything
else in life. "I want to stay with Daddy!"
     "But Lars, honey...." Mary started.
     "No! I want to stay with Daddy!" Lars declared again.
     "But I'm going to be living in a motel room, just one room with a hot
plate." I said gently. "I won't have much money to spend on toys for you or
anything...."
     "But if I live with you, you'll have the money you were going to pay
Mom for me!" Lars pointed out. "Won't that help?"
     "Well...." I was fumbling with that.
     "Lars, you're being preposterous!" Mary said sharply. "Now we won't
hear any more about it."
     "Yeah, creep, shut up already!" Judy added.
     I don't know which one of those unkind remarks hit the judge the wrong
way but he spoke up suddenly. "Lars is old enough to know where he wants to
live, and this court has heard nothing to make it think his choice is wrong
for him. I hereby decree that the child support for Lars be rescinded, and
the alimony payment decreased by fifty dollars a month to further assist in
his support."
     Mary's mouth opened up enough to let a hundred flies fly in at once if
they'd wanted to. But the judge wouldn't be swayed and that was what the
decision was. I took Lars back to the house and helped him pack. Mary was
yammering away that she was going to get the judge's ruling overturned and
her attorney was getting an injunction and so on and so on. I just let her
talk. Lars was coming home with me, and that was all that mattered. I
wasn't going to lose absolutely everything in the divorce and though I
didn't say it to Mary, I was going to fight that injunction tooth and
nail. She had everything else our marriage had produced...but I had Lars!
     I took Lars back to my motel room. I was living as I'd told Lars
before, and the judge had given me three months to find a bigger place, one
where Lars would have his own room. I could handle that, get a one-bedroom
apartment with a sleeper-sofa for the living room, and I was going to hit
the classifieds and the second-hand shops that next weekend.
     Inside, Lars looked around the place. It was like I'd said, a single
fair-sized room, it had a full-sized bed, a dresser, a desk and chair and a
cabinet with a sink-and-mirror along one wall. The bathroom was tiny and
odd, it was like the entire room was the shower, which was four feet on
each side, and the toilet was inside the shower with you. It had a covered
box attached to one wall to hold and keep dry the toilet paper inside
there. Lars saw it and thought it was awfully funny. "I can go while I
shower!" he crowed.
     "If you want to." I agreed. "Just be sure you and the shower is clean
when you're done, that's all I ask!"
     I took him to the local burger stand for a burger and fries but I
warned him, "We're not going to eat here all the time." I told him (though
I'd intended to do just that when I thought I'd be alone), "we'll buy
proper groceries and fix you healthy meals." I was no cook, but I'd do my
best on the hot plate with things like spaghetti, vegetables and
such. Maybe buy an electric skillet, too. "And we'll have go get you your
own bed and fit it in somehow." I told him. There wasn't really room for a
bed, so I went on, "Maybe a blow-up bed we can deflate every morning would
work, yeah. That's what we'll do."
     "Nu-uh!" Lars told me. "I want to stay with you, Daddy!"
     "You'll be with me." I said. "But you need your own bed."
     "Nu-uh! I want to stay with you!"
     "Well...we'll sort that out later." I said. "We can't get you a bed
until at least the weekend after next, when I get paid again." I had
attorney's fees to pay out of that, and maybe there'd be enough left over
to buy a $60.00 blow-up bed and maybe not. "We'll see." I went on. Maybe I
could sleep with Lars for a while, save up the money a few dollars at a
time and get the bed before the ninety day grace period was up.
     Lars' bedtime was nine o'clock and he had school in the morning as
well. I had work as well (I'm an electrician working construction sites but
also doing repair jobs when I can), and would take Lars to school and then
go to my own job. He'd have to stay in the school after-hours daycare
center until I could pick him up. Details to be worked out, a lot of
them...but Lars was going to stay with me! He wanted it and I wanted it! If
that meant I got in bed at nine o'clock, fine! I got undressed along with
Lars, on opposite sides of the bed. Wondered if it'd be better to get the
bed moved over to against the wall, the bed was awfully small, I didn't
want Lars falling out. Or falling out myself, come to that!
     Lars had stripped down to his Spiderman briefs, I saw. He looked over
at me. "How do you sleep, Daddy?"
     "Uh...in my boxers." I told him. "You, too?" I actually slept nude,
but not with my son in the same bed!
     "Yeah." Lars agreed and I breathed a sigh of relief. I shucked down to
my boxers and turned off the light. The motel room had big windows that,
even with the curtains drawn, let in an awful lot of light from the parking
lot next door. I could see everything in the room even with the light out,
dimmed, but not dark at all. Could see Lars looking at me from the
bed. "Come on, Daddy, get in bed!"
     I'm coming, Son, I'm coming." I said and crawled in. Lars' eyes were
watching carefully as I got in, my boxers were old and bagged wide open,
from the way he was staring, I wondered if my dick was hanging out through
the gap but decided not to look down...or ask Lars!
     I got into the bed and under the covers and Lars promptly scooted over
next to me, hugged me tight. "I get to stay with you, Daddy!" he said
again.
     I realized he was showing me what he meant by "staying with me." He
planned to glue himself to my body every night all night long!
     Well, Lars wasn't heavy and his arms were warm and his body warmer
against my own. It was getting cold after all, practically
Thanksgiving. What was I going to do with Lars for Thanksgiving? My parents
would be glad to see us, but they lived so far away and....
     "Hey!" I gasped when I felt Lar's little hand sliding into my boxers
and clutching my cock! "Hey, hey!" I grabbed his hand and lifted it
away. "Enough of that."
     "But I get to stay with you, Daddy!"
     "What's that got to do with you grabbing my junk?" I wanted to know.
     "When I stay with Eddie, he and I play with each other." Lars informed
me.
     "Well...I knew that." I admitted. Lars and Eddie had engaged in sexual
play in their beds, I had caught them at it once, and told them it was all
right. Nothing else, honest, just oh, excuse me, sorry, Daddy, no, no,
Lars, it's all right, I'm sorry, bye now, that was our conversation so long
ago.
     "And when I stay with Bill, or Jeff, or Clement, we play with each
other." Lars mentioned other friends of his.
     "I guess so...." I started.
     "So if I'm staying with you, I get to play with you!" he summed
up. And his hand came back over and into my shorts!
     "But you can't, Son! It's wrong!" I grabbed his wrist, his hand still
on my dick.
     "You said it was all right before, Daddy!"
     "With your buddies, yeah!"
     "So why is it right with them, and wrong with you?" He asked.
     "It's...I don't know." I had to admit. Hell, why was it right for a
kid to play with his friend's dicks and not with his dad's? I'd played with
my teenaged cousin's cock when I was Lars' age. He hadn't made me do
anything, any more than I was making Lars do anything. Isn't the thing
about incest that's wrong the fact that it's forced? I hadn't been "warped"
or "harmed" by playing with Jim's cock when I was six. Lars wouldn't be
harmed by playing with mine.
     Somewhere in all this, I had turned loose of Lar's wrist after saying
"I don't know." Lars had taken that as permission to go ahead, his hand had
played with my cock enough to get it stiff and sticking out of the boxers,
now he began to pump on it.
     Suddenly, I felt all the pleasure of having your cock jerked by a
willing hand and I let out a small moan. "Oo-oo-oo-h!"
     "You're so big, Daddy!" Lars said, marveling. "I can barely get my
hand around it. And it's long, too, so much longer than Bill's or
Clement's, and they have bigger ones that me or Eddie or Jeff."
     "Yeah." I gasped. "It gets bigger when you grow up. Mmmmh!" I
grunted. "Oh, baby, your hand feels so good on my dick!"
     "So I can stay with you from now on, Daddy?"
     "Oh, oh, yeah, Son, you can stay with me all you want to! Every night,
oh, God, yeah!" I was in full passion's rage, and if that seems to have
struck in a hurry, understand I'd been wrapped up in a divorce for the last
four months' time, with no money or energy to find another sex partner or
even beat my own meat very often. Four months of that, ending with my son's
hand on my cock, so yeah, I wasn't lasting very long.
     "Then I can also do this, huh?" And Lars surprised me all over again
by reaching his head down and sucking my cock into his mouth! I gasped all
over again, and lost all my hesitations about this. A warm mouth on your
cock can resolve all your conflicts in a hurry, you know?
     I reached down for his head, but all I did was grab hold and help my
son suck me better. He was already damned good at it, and with my help, he
got even better. I was moaning and grunting like a pig in heat, which is
about what I was by then, oink, oink!
     "I'm, I'm going to come, Lars, I'm going to come!" I warned him. "You
want to take it, ooh! Or do you want me, uhhhh! Want me to shoot it on
your, uhhh! On your face? Gahhh!"
     Lars lifted his mouth off my cock and said, "Shoot it on me, Daddy! I
want to see it shoot!"
     "You got it...oh! You got it, Baby!" I told him. "Just jerk me hard
and fast, I'm ready to blow!"
     "Yeah!" Lars grabbed my dong and began to pummel me hard and fast.
     "Oh, oh, I'm coming, baby, aim it at your face for me, OH, OH, OH, OH,
OHHHH, AH-HUHHNNNHHH!"
     And I blasted four months' worth of jizz right into Lars' eager,
watching face. I could see everything like I said, it just wasn't that dark
in the room, and I saw him getting splattered by my squibs of hot
jizz. Lars was alternately laughing and gasping in astonishment. All that
hot white spunk and he was getting it from his daddy right into his face!
He was loving it, and so was I, watching my son take my load right in his
sweet, angelic young face. When I finally finished, my last squirts
dribbling down my shaft, Lars leaned down and sucked on my cock again, then
lifted up again right away, in puzzlement. "It tastes salty." he said.
     "Yeah." I panted, my chest heaving. "Didn't you know that?"
     "Nu-uh. I never saw anyone shoot it before. Eddie told me about it,
but he didn't know nothing about it. He said that his sister said it tasted
nasty. But it isn't nasty, not at all. Kind of salty, but it's good! I
should have let you squirt it in my mouth. You can do it next time."
     "Yeah." I gasped, still breathing hard. "Next time."
     "Now you do me." Lars told me. "That's what Eddie and me do, we take
turns."
     "That's only fair." I agreed and I got Lars on his back in the bed
with his Spiderman briefs off, and took his little dick into my mouth. I'd
never sucked a cock before, but Lars' prick was so small, it was no
problem. I licked and sucked on him the best I could and Lars only lasted a
moment or so and then he shuddered and gasped as his little-boy orgasm
shook his body. Nothing came out, but I knew soon he'd be releasing clear
fluid, which some years down the road, would take on a pearl-colored
tone. That's what happened to me, I remembered, my first time anything came
out, I was maybe eight or nine.
     We slept and the good thing was that it was Saturday. We'd have the
entire weekend to let Lars settle in.
     I should have known Lars wouldn't let me sleep in. I woke up, though,
to Lars on top of me, and he was totally naked. No problem with that, but
he was worming his way inside my boxers. Trying to get inside them with
me. I watched him for a while then said, "Having trouble there, Son?"
     "Yeah, I can't get my legs in without scooting them down instead."
     I grinned at him and reached up and ruffled his hair. "Well, we can
fix that."
     I held Lars onto my body and held my boxers out as he sidled
down. Soon he was crotch-to-crotch with me and I let the boxers go and they
landed on him with a "snap." Lars looked at me and smiled. "Okay, now your
pants." he said.
     "You can't fit inside my pants!" I told him.
     "But I want to stay with you, Daddy!"
     I considered this. Hell, it was a Saturday morning. We could goof
around for a while, anyhow. "Let me get my sweatpants then, see if they'll
work."
     The sweatpants were all right, if a bit tight, but it let Lars plaster
himself to me. His little feet were down about my calves, and sitting down
was impossible, but we lay on the bed like that and I put on
cartoons. After a time, Lars began to move his hips up and down on my body,
rubbing himself against me and incidentally rubbing my cock up and down on
him.
     Long, slow and sweet, Lars rubbed us together and I felt a long,
languid climax creep up on me. "I'm glad I get to stay with you, Daddy."
Lars told me as my rising passion began to make me pant.
     "I'm glad you are too, Son." I agreed. He lifted his head to me and I
leaned down and kissed him. He sighed contentedly and started rubbing me
even faster.
     I held onto him as my climax seized hold of me. Lars giggled as I
sprayed my jizz all over his body, Lars rubbing it into both of us and then
shuddering in his own little-boy orgasm.
     "We have to find something that'll let us do this all day long." he
sighed.
     "Yeah." I said. "We sure will." Some sort of robe over a harness ought
to do it. I wanted Lars to stay with me like this all the time, too!

                             THE END
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