Date: Sun, 20 May 2007 19:43:22 EDT
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: "Quarantined"

[WARNING: This story involves sex between rather young boy and his adult
father.  If this bothers you, please read no further!]

				QUARANTINED
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     I stood stupidly outside the front door to my house, looking at the
sign. It said in big letters on a red sign "Quarantine--Diphtheria."
     Diphtheria? In my house? Who? Who in my house had diphtheria? Tommy's
little brother had died from diphtheria just last year. Died? "Mom!" I
shouted out, running inside. "Dad? Clara?"
     Aunt Mabel came running out from the kitchen. "Nathaniel? Nathaniel,
honey, you shouldn't be here! Didn't you see the sign?"
     "Yeah, I saw it." I said and I ran into her arms. "Diphtheria! Oh,
Auntie Mabel!" In this year of 1933, diphtheria could and did kill a
sizeable percentage of people who caught it.
     "Now, now, baby, don't worry." Aunt Mabel said. "It's your momma and
Clara, both of them were having a fever, and sore throat, and I called in
Doctor Burrows and he said we caught it early. But you shouldn't be here,
honey. Don't you know you shouldn't enter a house under quarantine? Now you
have to stay inside with us until it's lifted. And honey..." she gave me a
hug. "That can take a week or more."
     "A week?" I whined. "Can't I go stay at your house?" Her son, my
cousin Will, was my age, eight years old, and we could share a bed and....
     "Honey, you came inside." Aunt Mabel reminded me. "Now you're stuck in
here with me. But I'm here to take care of your mother and sister, I can
take care of you, too."
     "And Daddy?"
     "Not if we can keep him from coming in." Aunt Mabel cautioned me. "He
comes inside, he'll be stuck inside with you and me for a week. Maybe
more."
     "Maybe more what?" Daddy said. He'd come in through the kitchen
door. Big, burly, dirty from his job working on buildings, he was a pile of
grime and grease like always, his grin a white moon-slice as the brightest
part of him.
     "Daddy's stuck too!" I hooted.
     "Stuck with what?"
     "Oh, Frank, you came in the back way!" Aunt Mabel lamented.
     "Yeah." Daddy agreed. "So?" And Aunt Mabel broke the news.
     So Daddy was stuck with me and Aunt Mabel for the quarantine. Daddy
was upset, as you can imagine, at missing so much work, but the law was
firm. Until the doctor signed Mom and Clara as non-contagious (and me and
Dad and Aunt Mabel if we caught diphtheria from them), none of us were
leaving this house.
     It wouldn't be so bad. Aunt Mabel was wearing a face mask to keep from
catching diphtheria from Mom or Clara, they were upstairs and Aunt Mabel
and Dad brought down the guest-room's bed and we set it up in the parlor
downstairs. Dad and I played cards and Aunt Mabel fetched me some
cookies. Dr. Burrows came by after dinner and examined Mom and Clara (I
hadn't even seen them, in hopes that I wouldn't catch the disease), and
said that he thought they'd be all right in a week or so. He looked at Dad
and my throats and said that we were both healthy. Aunt Mabel was, too, she
swore she had never met the bug that could lay her out.
     But she was tired and went to bed soon after washing the dishes. She
would sleep upstairs in my bed and be able to answer the bells she'd given
Mom and Clara quicker that way.
     It wasn't turning out to be much fun, stuck in quarantine. Aunt Mabel
was a sweet, loving aunt, but she wanted me to be nice and quiet so Momma
and Clara could sleep. Ever ask an 8-year-old boy to be quiet? I managed
for brief periods, but "shush!" was something I got every fifteen or twenty
minutes! Daddy got it, too, about once an hour or so, mostly laughing at
something I was doing. It got to where I tried to make Daddy laugh while
staying quiet to get him in trouble with Aunt Mabel, then he started doing
that back to me, and I lost that little game a lot. Daddy knows so many
funny faces! Aunt Mabel finally stopped it by insisting that if he was
going to be home the next week, he should start with a really good bath!
     And when bedtime rolled around, and I knew I didn't have school in the
morning, I wasn't anywhere near ready to go to sleep! As Daddy got into bed
beside me, I said, "Daddy?"
     "Yes, Nate?" Daddy knew I liked to be called Nate, as opposed to Mom
and Aunt Mabel who insisted I be called "Nathaniel, because their
grandfather had been called Nathaniel. I'd never met him, so why did I care
about what he had liked to be called? I wanted to be Nate!
     "Daddy, can't we get up and play some games or something?" I
whined. "I'm not sleepy."
     "You'll be sleepy in the morning if you don't." Daddy cautioned.
     "So what?" I asked him. "I can always sleep late tomorrow. No school,
remember?"
     "No work for me, either." Daddy agreed.
     "So let's play a game." I said eagerly. "We can do it quietly so Aunt
Mabel won't come shush us."
     "What kind of game do you want to play?" Daddy asked me.
     "I don't know." I said. "Something quiet. Something we can do in
bed. Something we can do in the dark."
     Daddy was silent for a while. And so was I. "I don't know any games
like that." Daddy finally said.
     "Yeah." I said. I thought of one game I had played before in bed, in
the dark, really quiet.
     I turned over and looked at my Daddy. The night was awfully warm even
though it was only early spring still, and the parlor didn't have much wind
coming into it. The only windows to it were decorated panes of painted
glass, and they didn't open. To get any wind, we'd have to open the kitchen
door and the front door both. And you can't do that at night.
     Daddy and I were going to be sharing this bed for at least a week,
maybe more. We didn't have anything else to do. So I finally cleared my
throat and ventured, "Daddy?"
     "Yeah, Nate?"
     "I know a game we can play, in the dark, in bed. And really quiet."
     "Really?" Daddy said, and there was a curious softness in his
voice. "And what game is that?"  "I don't know what you call it. But you do
it like this." And I scooted over closer to Daddy and I ran my hand over
his chest, feeling the thick thatch of hairs there like a fur coat, and
then over his equally hairy belly, the hairs there all soft and
springy-like. Reached the top of his underclothes, and Daddy sighed.
     "I think I know this game." he said to me in a husky sort of
whisper. "Used to play it with my friends too."
     And my hand went into his underwear and Daddy got hold and lifted the
waistband off from his body to let my hand slide in easier. I slid my hand
down the warm skin and into the warmer mesh of the hair he had there, and
in that mesh, hottest of all, was what I'd been reaching for.
     I caught hold of the sturdy tool and I heard Daddy sigh again, this
time deeper, and longer. "Ahhhhh-hahhhhhh!" And that was followed by a
"Mmmmmmmm." sound. And Daddy's hand on his shorts pulled the waistband down
and under his ballocks, so that his cock was proud and unencumbered and
free in my hand.
     Daddy's hand went into my shorts and his thick, rough fingers caught
my little tool and I gasped. "Oohhh, Daddy!"
     "You like how mine feels, Son?" Daddy wanted to know as he lifted my
shorts down like he had his own.
     "Oh, yeah." I said. "It's so big! And it's warmer than anybody else's
I've ever felt." I gave a bit of a giggle (quietly). "It feels like it's
all wrapped up in a coat!" And it did, the skin around his cock was thick
and very loose, it slid about easily even though he was hard as could be.
     Daddy's fingers began to move on my prick, and I gasped. "Ooh, oh,
Daddy! That feels good!"
     "Do mine like that, Son." Daddy urged me. "Move your hand up and down
while you hang onto the coat. Make that coat slide up and down with you."
     "Ooh, Daddy." I said. My dick was tingling like crazy from the way
Daddy was playing with it, but I managed to work Daddy's dong back and
forth and Daddy moaned again, "Mmmmmmm!" And then a louder
sound. "Uhhhhhh!" Then finally, words, "Yeah, baby, that's it, work it for
your Daddy, uhhhhhhhh!"
     "You, too, Daddy." I panted. I was climbing as quick as ever to the
height of my boyish ecstasy, my cock wasn't used to being worked like this,
I hadn't figured out yet how to make it tingle and quiver and beg to...I
don't know how to describe it, it felt like it was going to burst!"
     "Uhh, guhh, uhhh, guhhh!" Daddy was almost writhing under my hand's
pumping action. I was squirming a lot, too. It was like a hundred magical
things were going on in my dick all at once, and Daddy's groans were like
the sound of them clapping together!
     I joined in with Daddy's groans, then. "Aaah, uhhh, yeahh, uhhhh,
Daddy, uh!" I murmured.  "Yeah, Son, yeah, uhh, uhhh, yeah!" Daddy panted
with me.
     "Oh, Daddy, oh, oh, oh!" I felt that bursting feeling growing in me,
it was like my cock was a balloon swelling up larger and larger, only it
wasn't growing, it was only that feeling, and it was something stronger
than tingling now, only I didn't know what to call it, it was
super-tingling!
     "Oh, Son, yeah, uh, gah, uh, uh!"
     "Oh, Daddy, ah, ah, GUH-HUH-UH, GUHHH!" I was wracked by the most
amazing spate of pleasure I'd ever had. Like that tingling feeling had been
a flower bud, and the bud had burst open into a blossom, all the joy and
the delight had sprayed out from there, displaying itself to me by making
me jerk and thrust my hips upwards at him as Daddy jiggled my wienie.
     "Oh, oh, Son, oh, here it comes, here it comes!" Daddy moaned and I
wondered what he meant by that. "I'm going to shoot it, I'm going to
shoot!"
     Marveling in my exhausted state at this revelation, I wanted to see
Daddy shoot something from his cock like it seemed he meant, so I got
around and put my head on his belly and I looked at the heavy rod I was
jerking. The head of it shone like a lighthouse light in the fog, and I
looked at that light and wondered if it would grow bigger.
     And boy, did it! Daddy groaned loud and long and then he wailed, "UH,
GUH, GUH-HUNNNHHHH!" and that's when he shot! I mean, really shot, these
white clumps of hot stuff squirted out of his cock and they shot hard, and
they landed all over my face and head and hair and neck, and Daddy was
clutching at me so tight I couldn't move out of the way, and I got
drenched, just drenched, from Daddy's hot white stuff coming out of his
dick.
     "Ah-hah, ah-hah, ah-hah!" Daddy slumped down, panting loudly like
that, and I felt his hands let go of me, not moving, just releasing me and
I sat upright in bed, and I wiped at the heavy sticky goo on my hair and
head. Wiping the back of my hand across it and then my mouth, I got a salty
flavor on my lips, and I grunted, tasted it again. It tasted like...a hug
from Daddy. Being all wrapped up in his sweaty arms after he came home from
work, and he'd kiss me and those lips of his would taste all salty and
thick and kind of greasy, too.
     I began to devour the salty stuff as I lifted it from my face and
cheek and nose.
     "What are you doing, Son?" Daddy said to me, startled.
     "Tasting it." I said as I licked my fingers. "Tastes good, Daddy!"
     Daddy tensed, then he relaxed and he laughed. "Yeah, it does, doesn't
it?"
     "Really good, Daddy." I said. "It tastes like you."
     "That is me, Nate." Daddy said.
     "Wow." I said. "Did mine shoot any of that stuff out?"
     "Not yet." Daddy said. "You have to get a little older. All I got out
of you was a little bit of sticky on my fingers."
     I giggled at that. "That was fun, Daddy." I said. "Can we do it
again?"
     "Sure, Son." Daddy said. "But I have to rest a bit before we start in
again."
     "But I want to make you shoot that again." I protested.
     "I will, I will." Daddy promised. "Just let your old Daddy rest a
little and we'll do it all over again."
     "Yay." I said. "This is a fun game, Daddy. I never played it like this
before."
     Daddy looked at me. "You want to learn another way to play it?"
     "Sure." I agreed. "Can I do it on you?"
     "In a little bit." Daddy said. "Let me show you how it is, first."
     "Okay." I said.
     "Just lay back on the bed." Daddy instructed and I did, and Daddy's
big hands pulled my shorts down to my knees. My little dick was standing
upright, eager as a puppy, and when Daddy's hand caught it again, I sighed
happily. God, I had all week to do this with Daddy! And he was going to
teach me even more ways to play!
     I watched as Daddy's head moved over like mine did, and I wondered if
he planned to make me squirt it on his face like he had mine, but he kept
on going and I gasped, first in surprise and then in awe-struck delight, as
his lips wrapped around my pud and began to stroke them like his fingers
had, only where his fingers had been rough, stubby things tugging on my
dong, his lips were soft, velvety, luscious and warm and they slid up and
down on it, urging rather than forcing my skin to slide back and forth for
him. Warm, warm and gentle, gentle and wonderful, wonderful and marvelous!
     I sighed like Daddy had, in soft, contented rapture. Daddy's lips were
plying my little pud with a majestically adept stroke, it was like having
everything I ever wanted, all at one time.
     Slowly, so slowly it was awe-inspiring, my Daddy's mouth brought my
cock back to the heights of pleasure, building joy upon joy upon more and
when I again reached my peak, and that little bit of slime oozed from my
cockslit, my Daddy was there to catch it and lick it off for me, and then I
was drained yet again.
     "Ooh, oh, Daddy!" I sighed. "That was soooo goooood!"
     "I did it because I love my baby boy." Daddy said.
     "And I love you, too, Daddy." I said and I kissed his lips and my leg
felt his cock, renewed and energetic, pulsing against it. I smiled into
Daddy's face as I let go of his lips. "Now it's my turn."  Daddy just lay
back and let me worm my way down the bed. His cock was as large as ever, as
hot as ever, and I saw it still bore a small white cap on its very tip like
the bit of snow on a high mountain top in mid-summer can still cling, and I
aimed my mouth for that snow-drop and I tasted concentrated Daddy as it
curled into my tongue.
     Daddy's prick was so large! I tried stuffing it down all the way like
he had, but I just couldn't make it. After a while of trial-and-error, I
settled for moving my lips up and down on just the head of it, and my hand
working with my mouth, I had Daddy moaning happily under me.
     I don't know how long I sucked my Daddy, but it was quite a while and
I loved hearing him sigh his blissful enjoyment up at me, and I found as I
worked it, though my lips and mouth got tired, that I could take it deeper
and deeper. Sucking and nursing him, my Daddy under me moaning, grunting,
mumbling like a large dog sleeping by the fire, my Daddy's grunts became
slowly more and more intent and just when I wasn't sure I could do any
more, Daddy panted loudly, and then managed to say, "I'm ready to shoot
again, Son. Do you want to take it? Do you want me to shoot it in your
mouth?"
     Did I! I braced myself and I sucked him harder and Daddy thrashed and
writhed under me, and then he began to hunch his hips upwards, his hands
caught my head and held me in place, he shoved his cock inside my mouth
deep as he could and then he shot once again!
     Knowing it was coming, I still found myself overwhelmed. Come filled
my mouth and I swallowed and more came and I couldn't swallow it all, I
choked and gagged and Daddy let go and I released the cockhead from the
depths it had sunk to, and I kept it on my lips and I suckled the creamy
froth from his man-tap and I got a big mouthful and then, as Daddy stopped
jisming and paused, I manfully gulped it down, taking three separate
swallows, but getting it all down.
     "Oh, baby, oh, baby, oh, baby!" Daddy was breathing huskily as he
hissed those syllables to me, I was his baby, his beloved son, I was a part
of him in a way I hadn't quite been before, and I giggled and threw myself
down on top of him and I hugged him and he hugged me back and we kissed,
really kissed, and I wanted it to go on and never, never end!
     "Mmmm, Daddy, that was great." I said to him, sleepily.
     "It sure was, baby, it was the greatest." Daddy said, and I could tell
he was sleepy as well.
     I tugged the covers up and we got under them, and I said, "Good night,
Daddy."
     "Good night, Son."
     We had days and nights before us. The two of us, home, mostly ignored
as Aunt Mabel toiled to care for Mom and Clara. Days of just the two of us,
eating together, playing together, sleeping together. We might be cut off
from the rest of the world, but as long as I had Daddy and he had me, I
didn't want this time to ever end!

				  THE END
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