Date: Tue, 19 Dec 2006 16:37:58 EST
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: "Open Your Present"

			     OPEN YOUR PRESENT
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     "Oh, wow!" I shrieked when I saw the tree. It was huge! I hadn't even
seen the tree when I went to bed, Daddy had dragged it in and set it up and
did everything after I went to sleep. The presents, too, that corner had
only held a table with a lamp when I went to bed. Now...it was glorious!
     But being seven years old, I turned from the sublime to the practical
in a flash! "Which presents are mine?" I asked. There were a huge pile of
presents under the tree. Which ones were mine? Or were all of them mine?
     Dad and Mom had broken up over a year ago, and they alternated having
me for Christmas, so Dad spending all that money for my Christmas this year
wasn't impossible.
     But Daddy said, "Every package that has a red bow on it is yours." He
said. "You have to figure out which ones they are, though!" He sat himself
down in the chair by the fire. "I'm just going to sit here and watch you
figure out which ones are yours." He was wearing just an old pair of soft
pants and a shirt he hadn't even buttoned up, he'd been up most of the
night getting my Christmas ready, and I had awakened him at earliest dawn
(what kid ever sleeps past the first light of dawn on Christmas Day?), so
he yawned and made himself comfortable, leaving the tree and its gifts at
my mercy.
     That made the game more fun than before! Most of the boxes had silver
bows or gold bows, or blue bows...here was a red bow! A board game? It
couldn't be, it was way too long of a rectangle for that, more than three
times as long as it was wide, but thin as a board game. I tore the
wrappings from it and... "Oh, boy, an archery set!"
     "That's right." Daddy said indulgently. It wasn't tipped with real
points, of course, it had those little fuzz things that are supposed to
stick to the felt target which was folded into thirds to fit inside the
box. I grinned my thanks at Dad and went fishing for more presents. Time
enough to play later, now...time to dig out all the loot! Look for more red
bows!
     A green bow, another gold bow, a silver bow, a blue bow. "Here's
another one!" I said as I tugged out a red-bowed box. This one was totally
square, a cube, that is, and about five inches on each side.
     "Careful, Donald!" Daddy said as I tore at it. "That one's from your
Grandma and Grandpa Stevenson." Daddy's parents, old, rather fussy people,
you couldn't play inside their house at all even though it had oh-so-many
rooms full of neat stuff like armor and swords and even small cannons and
such. And I wasn't allowed to play army with them!
     I opened their gift, which had a white bow along with the red bow
(Daddy had put a red bow on every package that was mine under the tree even
if it already had a bow). Inside the box was a snow globe! It had a scene
of one of those funny pointed houses with a snow-capped peak behind and
some tiny fir trees on either side, and a couple of people standing around
in sweaters and such in front. I made the globe swirl, the flakes were
silver rather than white. Really pretty and it looked expensive, too
expensive for a seven-year-old boy, I knew that even back then.
     "Nice." I said, being more polite than honest.
     "We'll visit them for dinner at one o'clock, so you can thank them
then." Daddy said.
     "Yeah." I said and set the snow globe down, forgot about it. More
packages awaited.
     Blue bow, white bow, yellow bow, green bow...red bow! "Oh boy!" I said
as I saw how the largish, rectangular box had a sort of indentation along
the middle on one side. "I bet this is the fire truck I wanted!" Deluxe
model with the hose that squirted real water if you filled up the truck
first, and the ladder that extended when you pressed a button on the side
of the truck and a crank that made it swing around. I had seen it in the
store over a month ago with Daddy and fell in love with it. Setting things
up for Christmas, too, I admit it, you have to ask or you don't get, you
know.
     "I think it is." Daddy settled for saying. He was sitting in his chair
by the fire, watching me, not looking for his own presents. Just watching
me, his son, love the Christmas. Mom took a hundred pictures and made me
open each present one at a time while she did it, taking most all the fun
out of it, but Daddy just sat and watched...and remembered. I only got to
see him every other weekend, I spent the other twelve days of those two
weeks with Mom. I didn't see why I didn't get every weekend with Daddy, but
Mom said she deserved some weekends with me and her, too. I guess she was
right.
     I finished finding my Christmas loot...a box game I didn't recognize
with large plastic ants on the box, some sweaters, a handheld video game
with some games to plug into it (that was Daddy's big one for me, I
realized), and then an odd, soft-wrapped one for the last one, it was a
pair of socks, which had been knitted by hand by a grand-aunt of mine
(Daddy's aunt, that is) which were too big for me to wear from the looks of
them, and that was the end of the stuff.
     "Have you got all your presents?" Daddy asked me.
     I looked around, I had made a pile of the other presents while I went
and the tree which had been so neatly arranged was now bare
underneath. "Yeah, I guess so...."
     And that was when I saw it. Right in Daddy's lap, a big red bow! Well,
the bows had all been just stuck on with a small piece of tape by Daddy,
not tied around the presents at all (except two that were Daddy's presents
to me, that is) and I had thrown the loose red bows about quite a bit. I
guess one had fallen onto Daddy's lap and he hadn't noticed, with him all
sprawled back in the chair, watching his son plunder the treasure under the
Christmas tree. He had one elbow on the arm of the chair, his head resting
on the fingers of his hand, tilted onto one side, watching me.
     I considered it, and then I smirked. I'd have a bit of fun with Daddy!
"No, I see one more present." I said, and I got up and headed toward Daddy.
     "Huh?" Daddy hadn't expected that! "One more? Where? That's all the
presents, sorry. Maybe a bow on someone else's present...."
     And then I was down at his feet and he looked down, saw the red bow
sitting on his pants front. "Oh." he said. "How'd that get there?"
     "It's my present." I said as I reached up and took hold of him. "You
got it wrapped up right inside here, don't you?" I said.
     Now, I had been playing with some friends of mine at school during
sleepovers for about six months, and I knew darned well what was between
Daddy's legs (as much as any kid knows about such things, I hadn't seen
it), and I was mostly just taking this chance to see if Kevin was right, if
a grown-ups wienie felt different from a kid's. Kevin had bragged about
touching his college-age big brother while he had been passed out, and how
it was all big and fat and how it'd gotten stiff under Kevin's hands while
he played with it, and then his big brother (who had thought it was one of
the girls from the party he had been at) saw it was him and gotten mad as
hell, we all giggled at that. Before Kevin's brother had looked up, he had
said (Kevin quoting him with relish), "Oh, yeah, Karen, come on, take it
out, play with it, baby and then stick it in your mouth for me." That's
when he saw Kevin. "You little shit!" That was the really funny part.
     Anyway, I was taking my chance to feel one for myself here, like I
said.
     "Now, Donald, you know I was talking about the packages under the
tree...ooh!" I had a good grip on Daddy's dick through his pants. He wasn't
wearing anything under the pants at all! And the pants material was all
soft and thin, it was almost like holding it for real.
     I had hold of it, and I wanted to keep hold, so I kept up the
argument. "Nu-uh, Daddy, you said that anything with a red bow on it was
mine. So this is my present."
     I was rubbing Daddy's cock back and forth and it was just as long and
hard as Kevin had said it would be. Daddy was making some funny grunting
sounds and not saying anything else, so I looked up at him and I said,
"Daddy. This is my present, isn't it? It had a red bow on it, so it's mine,
isn't it?"
     "Uh...uhhh!" Daddy gasped. "Red bow! Yeah, a red bow!"
     "So it's mine, then!" I said triumphantly.
     Daddy was silent, then he said softly, like he was out of breath and
had to whisper, so he did, he whispered, "So you'd better unwrap it, hadn't
you?"
     "Yeah." I said and I pushed the bow to the side and I got hold of his
zipper and said, "So I'm gonna unwrap it now, okay?"
     "Okay, Son." Dad said gently. "Unzip your present and take it out for
Daddy."
     Take it out and play with it, then take it in your mouth. That was
what Kevin's big brother had said. Yeah, I knew what to do! Getting the
zipper down was a bit tricky, and I had to hold the pants top up high to
get the zipper straight, but then it came straight down. I undid the top of
the pants, too, and then all I had to do was reach in and catch hold of
Daddy's dong.
     Daddy moaned again as I pulled it out and it stood right straight up!
None of my friends' dicks had done that, they had always lain over onto my
friends' bellies and I had to pick it up, hold it upright. Not Daddy's
prong, it stood up all by itself, just like a little lighthouse!
     Play with it was next. I knew how to do that, Kevin and Brad both
liked me to work my fingers up and down on their dicks, and that made them
feel so good. So I did what I did for Kevin and Brad.
     Dad liked it at first, but then he stopped me, placed my fingers all
the way around his shaft, and then panted, "Now, Son, do it like that." And
his hand moved my arm up and down to show me what he meant.
     I pumped Daddy's dong up and down and Daddy was lying back in the
chair, a blissful look on his face, and loving what I was doing. The way
his eyes were closed and the way his face was softening, I knew my Daddy
was getting pretty close to what Kevin called "the good time."
     And I remembered, one more thing to do! Take it my mouth!
     I leaned over and I shoved that thick glans into my mouth and my
Daddy's eyes shot open in an instant. "Donald!" he gasped. "Oh, baby, what
are you doing?"
     But I had Daddy's dong in my mouth, and it had a hot, salty taste
right on top, something kind of gooey and kind of sticky and...kind of
nice! I licked at it with my tongue and Daddy moaned louder than he ever
had.
     That reminded me that he needed me to keep my hand moving up and down
and so I did, pumping his dick while I continued to lick at his cockhead,
and Daddy was in heaven, just moaning and tossing his head, babbling about
his little boy, his sweet, wonderful little boy, what a wonderful present I
was!
     Then his hands gripped the arms of the chair, real tight! Like he was
flying forward and had to hang on. "I'm going to come, baby!" he gasped
out. His voice was tense, his jaws clenched tight, he nearly gritted those
words out between his teeth. "I'm coming now, baby, now, now!"
     I didn't know what he meant, then Daddy moaned ever so loud and long
and then it happened. My Daddy came!
     Hot splashes of that salty stuff I'd been licking up squirted into my
mouth, I was suddenly drenched in his spunk, and I could only hang on, try
to keep my hand moving, and let him pump that all over me. I couldn't
swallow all of it, I pulled my mouth away and his white stuff splattered my
face a time or two, and then it was done and Daddy was panting hard as he
could, and I felt his cock start getting all soft and mushy and shrinking
down.
     "Wow!" I said. "That's the best present ever!" I said. I wiped my face
off with my hand and just sort of smeared it all over. "I didn't know it
would do that. Wow! I got it all over me."
     "You sure do, baby, you sure do." Daddy said, still breathing hard,
laying back helpless like. "Oh, God, baby, that was so good!"
     "Was I good, Daddy?" I asked him, wanting to be sure.
     "Yeah, only...." Daddy sat up, still panting a little, but in control
now. "Where did you learn all of that? With your mouth and all?"
     I shrugged and told him about Kevin and his brother and concluded
with, "and when I got it in my mouth, it tasted kind of nice and so I
started licking it up, and you liked it, so I kept right on licking. Did I
do it right?"
     "Yeah, you did." Daddy lay back again. "Whoa! You gave your Daddy one
heck of a good Christmas present, is all I can say!"
     I had to grin at that. "So that was a present for both of us?"
     "Yeah." Daddy agreed.
     "Great." I said and I took my new, most favorite present in hand. It
wasn't hard right now, but something told me it wouldn't take long before
Daddy and I could play again.

				  THE END
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