Date: Sun, 13 Mar 2016 22:47:44 -0400
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: Make Room for Daddy

                       MAKE ROOM FOR DADDY
                      By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
                   WWW.TOMMYHAWKSROGUEMOON.COM

     We boys lay in our bed and listened to Mom and Dad in the next room,
arguing away. We didn't have to listen hard, they were awfully loud. The
argument went on for a while, but they repeated themselves a lot. Mom was
mad at Daddy about his job with the construction firm as usual, it had been
bad weather for a while, snowfall after snowfall and he couldn't work very
much. Daddy had pointed out that when the weather cleared up, he'd be on
seven-day weeks for a while. Mom griped that she should live that
long. Daddy said that if Mom felt that way, then why the hell did she marry
him, she'd known how he made a living. Mom explained that he had asked her,
not the other way around, practically begged her, in fact, when she'd
hesitated, and if she had it to do over again, she'd tell him hell no and
spared herself a lot of problem. No, that wasn't it, Daddy said, the real
reason was in the room next door.
     Well, it was. Dad met Mom when I was seven and James was five. She'd
had Chris, six years old, and Evan, three years.  They'd married and
adopted us all as their sons at the same time. Raising four children on
Dad's income meant that we had to cut a lot of corners in our life. Like
sharing and handing down clothes. Like sharing this bedroom and the bed. A
double-wide bed, my grandmother had seen it at a garage sale and bought it
for us and we boys had been sharing it ever since. It was just big enough
for the four of us, though as we got bigger, it was getting crowded. But we
got along as well as any four boys who were brothers would, and had made a
family...except that Mom and Dad fought more and more over the years.
     Mom declared that she could have taken care of her boys if she'd had
to, and it was Dad's idea for her not to work. Daddy said she was working
now and had ever since school had started and she said they had to get more
money coming in somehow. Dad said he made good money and Mom said yeah,
when he managed to work, which was less than half the time. Daddy
said...but you know enough now to not need me to repeat it.
     Finally, Daddy just said that if she felt that way about it, she could
just sleep alone and find out what it was like. "And when you're ready to
apologize, you can fucking come find me!" he declared.
     "Is...is Dad going to leave?" Chris said to me, worried.
     "I don't know." I said. "I guess."
     "He's got to sleep somewhere." Chris said. "Where's he going to
sleep."
     "He'll sleep on the couch."
     "He can't sleep on that couch. It's too small." Chris was right, Daddy
had tried to lie on the couch before, and it beat him, he had to get up.
     "Maybe he'll put a sleeping bag on the floor, then."
     "Maybe he...." But that was when the door to our bedroom opened and
Daddy walked in.
     He was only wearing a pair of white briefs and in the dim light of the
room he kind of looked like a superhero. My Daddy has big muscles from his
job, and his stomach isn't big or flabby like a lot of guys his age, his
waist is narrow and he has enough hair on his chest to form a sort of large
almost design, double lobes just below his neck like a heart, then bigger
ones that reached out to circle both his breasts, from there it dipped
down, narrowing to a small line that went clear to his navel and below. He
was looking at us and grinning.
     "Daddy, Daddy!" James called out.
     "Is there room enough for me?" Daddy asked.
     "Sure, Daddy! Come on in!" Evan agreed.
     "Where do you want to sleep?" Chris asked more cautiously. I was
thinking the same thing. We boys were arranged in our regular spots on the
bed, James on one side, then me, then Chris and Evan on his other side. The
bed bowed some in the middle from our weight, so it was better for the
heavier ones of us to be in the middle part. Not to mention that the
younger two were quicker to get up in the morning.
     "Better let me in the middle. Daddy said, thinking the same
thing. "I'm sleeping later than you all are these days, you know."
     "Wait, Dad!" I cried out as he got closer.
     "Huh? What's the matter? There's enough room, isn't there?" Daddy
asked.
     "Yeah, it's just...." I couldn't bring myself to say it.
     James could, though. "We're all sleeping naked, Daddy." he gleefully
confessed.
     "Hey, that was a secret!" Chris complained.
     "Yeah!" I chimed in.
     Daddy looked at us, dumbfounded, then he burst out laughing. I loved
it when Daddy laughed, he really let loose with his laugh, no tittering, no
giggling, just large, round sounds of raw joy. We boys all laughed with
him, and he said, "Well, it's your bedroom, you ought to get to do what you
want in here."
     "So come to bed, Daddy. Get on in!"
     "Yeah." Daddy started toward us again, then he stopped. "You all sleep
naked?"
     "Uh-huh." we all said, as we realized what he was thinking.
     "Then I should be naked too, shouldn't I?"
     "Yeah, Daddy, yeah!" James gleefully said.
     "Do it, Daddy!" Evan agreed.
     "Sure!" I said more cautiously.
     "Why not?" Chris added the same way.
     Daddy reached his hands for his waist to his briefs and I couldn't
help but look right at him as he peeled down the thin white material. I saw
his cock, a long white organ, dangling down as he slid his briefs down past
his knees. As he got them down and stepped out of them, I saw it swing back
and forth.
     God, I'd always dreamed of a cock like that. Sometimes on me,
sometimes on a friend or a dream partner, and it would swing about as he
got close and I could reach down and grab hold of it, and it would swell
and harden in my hand and I'd pump on it and it was so warm, so very warm,
and I would wake up gasping, in a sweat, my own cock hard as a rock.
     Chris was the same way. It got where if one of us was thrashing in bed
and woke the other up, he'd reach down and take the other's cock and begin
playing with it. I would wake up from such a dream with Chris jerking my
pud and from there, it was a very short trip to my climax, I'd spurt a bit
of clear liquid out and then I'd reach over and do him and with both of us
spurting our loads, we could sleep again.
     Trouble with younger kids in bed is you can't keep a secret from
them. In no time, James and Evan were joining in, we couldn't even crawl
into bed without one of them grabbing me and giggling as he played with
me. I had James on one side, but it was Evan as often as not. Or would be
by morning. You'd think with all those hands keeping me milked, I wouldn't
have those dreams any more, but in fact, it made me have them more than
ever.
     As I recalled this, Daddy reached the bed, flung back the covers,
exposing all of James, most of me and half of Chris and crawled into
bed. First he was over James and James giggled and reached up and hugged
Daddy who let him, then he side-crawled over me the same way and I felt his
cock brush my leg and I gasped. "Sorry about that, Son. It hasn't had much
attention lately."
     Saying that in this bed was like screaming "Ice Cream!" on the Fourth
of July. James was in motion in no time and when Daddy settled down on my
other side, he had Evan the other side of him.
     Evan stopped to get a hug from Daddy who gave it to him, and that let
James have time to slide down between me and Daddy but lower down. Daddy
felt him down there and reached out one hand to slide around Evan's
shoulders and the other one reached down to find James, who was no longer
quite beside him. "James what are you...oh, ohhhhh!" My little brother had
Daddy's cock in his hand and it was hard as mine was after one of them
dreams!
     Evan wasn't far behind him, he had snaked a long hand down and where
James had hold of Daddy's cock at the base, Evan had hold of the topmost
part near the head, but there was room on his cock for both of their hands.
     "Daddy?" Chris said as he saw our little brothers jerking on Daddy's
dong.
     Daddy's reaction surprised me. I mean, shouldn't he have gotten mad or
something? But he just said, "Ah, hell, yeah, I remember doing this when I
was your age. Ahhh, damn, that feels so good!"
     I couldn't believe that and neither did Chris and we both crawled up
to get a better look at Daddy, and when we did, James and Evan slithered
further down. I ended up right beside Daddy again and I said, "You used to
do this, Daddy?"
     "Really?" Chris asked.
     "Hey, you kids think you invented this?" Daddy said with a laugh lying
underneath the words. "It's one of the oldest games in the world."
     "You played it with Uncle Fred and Uncle Rick?" Chris asked.
     "All the time when I was younger."
     "Gee!" I marveled.
     I felt Daddy's hand find my cock and grip it and I heard Chris gasp as
Daddy's other hand caught him. His big, work-roughed hand stroked me hard
and kept stroking as Daddy said, "Of course, that's not all we did in bed,
your uncles and me."
     "What else'd you do, Daddy?" Chris asked.
     "We'd use our mouths, too."
     "You'd put your mouth on each other's weiners?" I gasped. My cock
jerked hard at the thought of that, and Daddy felt it.
     "Sure, all the time. It feels really good."
     "What's it taste like?"
     "Is it nasty?" I added.
     "Not at all, just tastes like sticking your finger in your mouth,
mostly, only bigger and warmer." Daddy stopped jerking us. "Why don't you
boys get those up here for me and I'll show you what it's like."
     We didn't hesitate, Chris and I got up on our knees on either side of
Daddy, straddling his arms so we were practically resting our dicks on his
shoulders. Daddy turned his head my way and opened his mouth and stuck out
his tongue.
     Without thinking about it, I lifted my cock up and slid it onto that
tongue. The touch of Daddy's mouth on my prick was like pushing it over a
warm, soft cloth. Daddy's lips then closed on it and he used suction to
pull it the rest of the way, I ended up with my Dad's nose right in my
scraggly new pubic thatch, just a thin straggle of hairs but my pride and
joy. Daddy bobbed back and forth and I just moaned, it felt so damned good
and I was in heaven.
     Then Daddy released me and let it go, my cock fell onto his shoulder
like a wet sock, and then he had Chris' pud in his mouth and he was sucking
Chris. James and Evan were watching the activity with wide eyes, and then
Dad released Chris and reached for mine. I eagerly lifted my wet dong up
for him to capture again and Chris held his ready and soon Daddy was able
to suck first me and then Chris and back again with only brief breaks.
     Daddy was moaning himself, and I wondered why, then I saw that James
and Evan were licking at Daddy's cock. First one then the other would take
Daddy's glans in their mouth but they couldn't do much more with the huge
pud than the glans and it made them choke.
     "Say, Dad, can I suck on you?" I asked when I saw their
difficulties. "I can do a better job than those two."
     "But this is ours!" James protested.
     "Yeah, we're doing it, David!" Evan said.
     "Well, I can do it better." I told the little brat.
     "Boys, boys!" Daddy said. "Look, James, Evan, you two work on learning
to suck by working on David and Chris. David, let me see what you can do."
     So we wormed around and then it was James' little mouth wrapped around
my prick (the little bastard could handle my smaller prick and he was doing
a pretty good job for a first time) and Chris had Evan wrapped around his
cock. And I had Daddy's prick all to myself.
     I should have kept my mouth shut! Daddy's got the biggest damned cock
of any man ever, I swear! Over nine inches long and as wide around as my
mouth could stretch, it was like holding a can of cola instead of a man's
tool. But I'd asked for this and I wasn't going to turn down the chance to
get a real man's cock in my mouth instead of all those dream dicks I'd been
chomping in my sleep all along. I got it in and Daddy moaned and said,
"Work up spit, Son, as much as you can. And watch your teeth, for God's
sake!" He kept instructing me and soon I had him moaning like he should.
     James had been listening and he took Daddy's instructions to heart and
he had me just as close to climax as my Daddy was when the time came. Daddy
began to moan and thrash and I felt my own orgasm building and Daddy said,
"Oh, God, Son, here it comes, hang on tight 'cause you're about to get a
mouthful of hot man-jizz!"
     "Uh, uh, uhhhhh!" I answered.
     "Oh, GAH-AH-AH-HHHHHAAAAAHHHHHHHGGGGGHHHH!" Daddy wasn't fooling, he
blasted huge wads of salty slimy goo in my mouth and I coughed, choked,
swallowed and more loaded my mouth from Daddy's inexhaustible geyser of
jizz. In all that, my own climax crawled up my spine and turned my brain
into a set of fireworks in my skull and I shot my own smaller wad into
James' mouth and he sucked it down like so much hot cocoa. Me, I had a good
supply of my own there.
     Chris was watching us and as we came, he groaned and shot his load
into Evan. With all of that done, we kind of crawled up into a big pile in
the middle of the bed, lying on and around each other, and Daddy pulled the
covers up and we fought it around to cover our bodies except for our heads
and we slept like that, a tangled mess of father and sons on that wide
double-bed.
     Mom and Dad made up over breakfast and I felt let down. Not that I
liked them fighting but it meant Daddy would be back with Mom. They were
lovebirds all morning and friendly all afternoon and cordial in the
evening. But the fights were still there, Daddy was still not working now
and Mom didn't like that at all.
     And when bedtime came, we lay in bed and listened to them yelling.
Knowing, waiting with a sense approaching glory.
     And the door opened, and there was Daddy standing in the doorway. "You
got room for me in here again tonight?" He asked with a smile. "I got more
games I can show you."
     "You bet!" Chris said before I could.
     And I told the runts, "Hey, scoot over, make room for Daddy!"
     And Daddy came toward the bed, undoing his shirt as he walked our way.
     It was going to be another great night!
                             THE END
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