Date: Sun, 18 Dec 2011 23:56:17 -0500 (EST)
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: What Daddy Wants for Christmas

		      WHAT DADDY WANTS FOR CHRISTMAS

			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM

			WWW.TOMMYHAWKSROGUEMOON.COM

"But what are we going to get Daddy?" I asked.

"We'll think of something." Frank assured me. "We just have to figure out
what he'd really like, and get that for him."

"Yeah!" I enthused, then my face creased in thoughtful concern. "Only I
don't know what he'd really like."

Frank's face took on the same look mine did, making us look even more like
brothers, the same sandy-colored hair, same brown eyes, same thick eyebrows
that nearly met in the middle when we frowned like we did now, the same
beautiful pearly teeth when we smiled (I'm not being fancy here, the color
of them was just like my mother's pearls, we'd compared them to her pearls
one day, the same shade and gleam to them). Frank's frown fit his
three-years-older face no better than it did mine. "I don't know,
either. What does Daddy do, besides work?"

We considered this. "Not much." I said. "He comes home so tired." Daddy
worked for the City, repairing streets and digging up electrical lines to
repair them and so on. "He comes home and just sits and watches television
until Mom says it's time for supper. Then more TV, and then bed."

"We could buy him a football." Frank suggested. "And then he and I could
toss the football back and forth after he gets home from work."

I happened to know Daddy had bought Frank a football for Christmas, so I
shook my head. "Nah, that'd be a gift for you more than for Daddy. No, we
have to figure out something Daddy really wants for Christmas."

"It ought to be something Daddy gets just for himself." Frank agreed. "Not
something for the family or for just me and him, like a football or a new
catcher's mitt." That was what I wanted for Christmas. That and a new
softball so Daddy and I could play catch after he got home from work, too,
in our own way. I'd be eligible for team softball games at school next
spring; I wanted to be ready.

"What does Daddy buy just for himself?" I mused. "Something he doesn't
share with us."

"I know!" Frank said. "His books! He buys his books for himself!"

"What books?"

"Those books he gets in the mail now and then." Frank pointed out. "The
ones that come in those little brown envelopes, so big by so big." Frank
held his hands about six inches apart, then about eight inches apart."

"I've seen them." I agreed. "I never seen what comes in them, though."

"It's little books." Frank said. "Bigger than paperbacks, but smaller than
sheets of notebook paper. I went into Daddy's bedroom once to tell him
supper was ready, and he was in there looking at one of them, he saw me and
he put it away in a hurry under his covers. I told him and walked out and
looked back, and he was shoving it under his mattress, and I saw others
under there."

"Yeah?" this was all news to me, Daddy didn't want us going into his room,
ever! "So if we can buy him some of those books, he'll think it's a great
Christmas present!"

"I bet he would!" I agreed. "But...won't we have to go into his bedroom to
see what kind of books they are?"

"Yeah." Frank agreed.

"Daddy won't like that." I said. "He told me never to go into his room, not
ever, ever, ever!" Daddy had gotten his own room nearly a year ago, after a
fight with Mom. For a time, we'd thought Mom and Daddy would get a divorce
like other kids' parents had, but the separate bedrooms seemed to have been
enough, they were getting along pretty good now.

"We won't stay in there very long." Frank protested. "Just long enough to
find out what kinds of books he likes, then we'll get right back out
again. He doesn't even have to know how we figured out what books to buy
him."

"I guess so." I agreed. "Daddy won't be home for another hour, anyhow."

"And Mom won't be home until late tonight." Frank agreed. "She's working
extra hours until Christmas Eve. She put a note in the kitchen for Daddy to
send out for a pizza for us tonight." Mom didn't usually leave Frank and me
alone at home, but Christmastime was her busy time, and it was only for a
few weeks, and a few hours until Daddy could get home.

"Pizza! Yeah!" I said as I followed Frank upstairs.

We went upstairs and into Daddy's room. Nothing special about it, I saw as
I opened the door. Just a bed, a dresser, a television set with a VCR under
it, a closet, some clothes on the floor. Nothing special about it, like I
said.

Then Frank reached under the mattress and brought out the books. Three of
them, and I saw and said, "Hey, they're comic books!" The front cover had a
young boy on the cover, grinning widely.

"What's that on it?" Frank asked me. "It's not writing."

"It looks like Chinese." I said as I looked at the odd squiggles. "Or maybe
Japanese."

"Daddy doesn't speak Chinese!" Frank rebutted me. "Or Japanese."

"Maybe not, maybe he just looks at the pictures." I defended him.

"That's weird." Frank argued, opening one of the books. "If he's going to
buy comic books, why doesn't he buy comic books he can read, instead of
these..." He paused, looking at it. "Wow." Not an exclamation, not a sound,
just the word itself.

"What?"

"Look at this!" Frank hissed, a shout done very quietly.

I looked over his shoulder. "Wow." I said myself. It showed a man and a boy
in bed together, the boy sitting on the man's lap and it looked like he was
screaming. The panels were cut weird, some were triangles

Frank turned the page, then again, then puzzled. "It's put together
backward. The pages are in backwards order."

He turned back in the book and nodded. "Yeah, this book is printed
backwards. Right to left, not left to right."

I knew that Hebrew was written that way. "Maybe it's Hebrew?"

"I don't know!" Frank said. He was still turning the pages of the
book. "Wow! Look at this!" He showed me the picture, it was the same man
and boy in the panels on the page, and the boy was licking the man's
dick. At least, I thought that was his dick. No one panel was clear about
it, but if you put them all together, that was what you figured out was
going on.

"He's licking the guy's weiner!" I mused.

"Yeah."

"Hey, here's one in English!" I enthused. "Now we'll see what's going on!"
And we did, the story was about a father and son who got to know each other
really well, as in Daddy taught his son all about how to have sex. It
confirmed what we'd figured out from the other books in that weird
language.

Frank and I spent quite some time in Daddy's room, looking through the book
and the others. Daddy had a lot of them, we didn't see all of them, but
looked through at least ten of them. All of them were comic books of men
and boys or boys and boys (about half and half) playing with each other's
wieners. When it was a man with a boy, the boy was the one licking the
man's cock, having the man's fingers stuffed in his butt, then the man's
cock shoved in there (usually this was a blank area in the panel, or angled
to not show much, but again, putting all the panels together, you knew what
was going on).

"Wow!" Frank said when we finally put them away and got out of Daddy's
bedroom. "So that's what Daddy wants."

"I guess it is."

"So we should find where he buys those books, I guess." Frank said.

"Huh?"

"So we can give them to him for Christmas." Frank clarified.

"Yeah, I guess so." I agreed. "But who sells them?"

"I don't know."

"Next time he gets some of them, we'll look at the wrapper." Frank decided.

"But it's nearly Christmas!" I mourned. "We don't have time to order them,
we have to go buy them! Or get him something else!"

"But what else can we get him?"

Frank paused only a little while. "Well, we know what he wants, don't we?"

I saw Frank's smile and began to smile myself. "Yeah."

Daddy got home, tired and dirty as usual and headed up to his room to take
a shower, first thing as usual. He really did work awful hard every
day. While he showered, Frank and me got ready.

Remember that Daddy didn't allow us into his bedroom, ever. He wasn't
expecting to have us waiting for him when he came out of his bathroom,
especially not what he saw when he opened his bathroom door and saw us.

"Frank? Kevin? What the hell?" he stopped, stark naked and starkly staring
at his two stark naked sons.

"Merry Christmas, Daddy!" I said quickly.

"Merry Christmas." Frank said a moment later. Then to me, "We were going to
say it together."

"What is this?" Daddy asked, shocked. His hairy chest was still wet and
slicked down to his body, forming a wavy pattern across is.

"Our Christmas present for you." Frank said. "We wanted to give you
something you'd really like for Christmas."

"Christmas...present?"

"We saw your books." I chimed in. "The ones you keep under the mattress. So
we know what you really like."

"You saw...my books!" Daddy blushed, it was weird, because the blush went
all the way down his body from his face to his chest and arms and nearly to
his stomach.

"We know you didn't want us coming in here." Frank put in, he was worried
about Daddy being mad. "But we wanted to find out what you liked, so we
could give it to you."

"And it looks like what you really want is us." I added. "So here we are."

"Yeah, Dad." Frank said. "Here we are."

Daddy just stood there, frozen in place, and I knew we'd have to make the
first move. I went over to him and reached up and grabbed his pud. It
wasn't hard, but when my hand wrapped around it, it seemed to hit Daddy
like an electric shock. He shuddered, closed his eyes and moaned. "Oh,
God!" He groaned.

His cock firmed up in my hand, got harder and Daddy opened his eyes and
looked down at me. "Son. God, Kevin...."

"It's what you want, isn't it, Daddy?" I said. "Really, truly?"

"I...I...Uh!" was all Daddy said.

I bent over and licked at his cockhead like I'd seen in those comic books
of his. My tongue out and touching the head of it with the tip, licking it
up and down.

"UHHH-GUHHH!" Daddy moaned as I did that. Then I felt his powerful hands,
hardened and horned from his labors, reach down and grab me. He scooped me
up and carried me over to the bed and laid me down on it. Laid himself down
over me and began to kiss my neck, real hard.

"Wow, Dad!" Frank gasped as he watched Daddy kissing me passionately. My
skinny legs, I lifted up and wrapped them around his rib cage, and Daddy
moved down and I felt his lips close on my weiner and I groaned. Daddy was
doing what they showed in those comics, he was taking me down and enjoying
my body. I gasped and squirmed and now I knew why those boys in the comics
were writhing about like that...this felt too good to hold still!

"Oh, Daddy, Daddy!" I groaned. "That feels so good, Daddy!"

Frank crawled up on the bed and when he got close, I reached over and
grabbed his dick with my free hand. Daddy was busy, if Frank was to join
us, I had to pitch in.

Frank understood and shifted over so I could take his dick in my mouth,
just like in one picture in those backwards comic books of Daddy's.

Daddy looked up from his place between my legs and saw me sucking on
Frank's cock, and he grinned. "Hey, that's mine!" he said and shifted
upwards so he could suck on Frank's prick. That put Daddy and Frank
together but left ME out! I decided that if I couldn't suck Frank, I'd just
suck on Daddy.

Daddy didn't mind, he shifted around so that I could reach his dong easily,
the fat organ was dripping salty goo and I recognized it from the comic
books and knew I was supposed to get that on my tongue, that's when I
learned how salty it was, then I dove onto Daddy's prod and really went to
town. I had Daddy's example of how to suck cock by the way he had sucked on
me, so I bobbed my head up and down, taking as much as I could, and Daddy
moaned so I knew I was doing it right.

Then Daddy's hand started feeling for my ass, and I knew he wanted to shove
his fingers into me. I scooted around and now he had full access. Daddy wet
his fingers with his mouth and stuck one of them into me.

Big! So big! I yelped as the fat finger crammed into my ass, and now I knew
why those boys in the comics yelped when the men in the comics did it to
them. But I knew I was supposed to just take it and so I held as still as I
could, and after a moment, it didn't hurt as much.

"Oh, oh, oh, Daddy!" I groaned as his finger worked in and out of me, Daddy
was fucking me with his finger. "Yeah, Daddy, oh, oh!"

"Oh, oh, Daddy!" Frank moaned and I saw that Daddy had his other finger in
Frank's butt. He was sucking Frank while I sucked him and both of his hands
were busy in our asses.

Frank moaned and shuddered and he must have come in Daddy's mouth, at least
a little, because Daddy sucked on Frank's cock like it was a straw for a
time, and then he was licking his lips as Frank sagged back on the
bed. "That's my boy." Daddy said approvingly. "A nice load for your Daddy
for Christmas!"

And then I knew...Daddy had been thinking about this for a long time!

"Oh, oh, fuck me now, Daddy, please, fuck me!" I begged as his finger felt
better than ever. If his finger felt this good, how much better would that
bigger, fatter dong of his feel?

"Oh, yeah, Kevin, yeah!" Daddy gasped. "You think you can take it, baby?"

"Yeah, please, Daddy!" I answered. "Let me try, anyway, please?"

Daddy smiled and said, "Okay, but we do it my way."

Daddy's way was to lay back on the bed and have me get straddle of him,
sitting on his stomach. Then he eased me back, and Frank guided Daddy's
prick into my ass, held it steady while he pushed me down onto it.

It hurt anew when Daddy's cockhead started poking at my butt, but I knew
that was only temporary. This was my Daddy's Christmas present, what he'd
always wanted was to get me and Frank into bed with him. Maybe we'd
startled him at first, but that was gone and now he was doing all the
things he'd been dreaming about.

Once Daddy's cockhead was inside me, he began to slowly shove it in deeper
and deeper. I was moaning like a cat we'd had once, a female cat and when
she went "in heat" as Daddy put it, she yowled and yowled. That's what I
was doing, yowling as my Daddy's dick dug into me deeper and deeper.

"Ah, Kevin, ah, ah, ah!" Daddy grunted as his body began to fuck up into
me. He had over half his length into me now, and that was plenty to let him
fuck me. I leaned over and rested my hands on his breasts, one hand over
each nipple, and grinned down into my Daddy's ecstatic face. He was loving
this, he was loving me.

Frank was resting, laying alongside us, hand on his cheek holding his head
up so he could watch Daddy fuck me, his little brother.

And as the pain receded into nothingness and the pleasure of Daddy's prod
in my built up, I began to bounce back and forth on him for myself. Daddy
grunted anew as I got better at it and began to fuck myself on him faster.

"Ride me, Kevin, ride your Daddy's dick, yeah, come on, ride me!"

"Oh, Daddy, oh, Daddy, oh, oh, OH, OH, OOH, OOOOOOOOOOOOH!" I shuddered as
the most powerful pleasure I'd ever felt shook my body. I'd played with
myself and gotten smaller, more timid versions of this, but this was
complete, total, all-out joy racing through my body. Now I knew why those
boys in the comic books wanted the men to take them down and fuck them! I
wanted my Daddy to fuck me a lot from now on, too!

Daddy watched me in my climax and as I was ending, breathing hard, Daddy
suddenly sped up his thrusts into my body. "I'm coming, Kevin, I'm coming,
baby, take it, take it!"

"Yeah, come on, Dad, shoot it in his butt, hard!" Frank urged.

"AH, AH, UH, UH, AH-AH-AH, GAHH-HUNNNNNKKKKKHHHH!" Daddy shoved his cock in
even deeper and his back arched and his head went up and he was squirting
hot juice into my ass. I knew it was coming from the pictures in the books,
but even so, I hadn't expected it to be like this. It almost burned me, it
was so hot, and the joy of Daddy's climax communicated itself to me, made
me feel important, loved and complete, this was just everything I could
ever want, and it was spurting into me, hot steaming love from my Daddy.

Daddy moaned and shuddered and then he was done and he almost crushed me
underneath himself when he fell onto me. I held onto him and he roused
himself enough to take some of the weight off, and his lips kissed me, slow
and soft and delicious.

"Oh, oh, Daddy!" I gasped. "I love you, Daddy!"

"I love you, too, Son!" Daddy moaned.

"This was great!" Frank added in. I think he was feeling left out now,
though he'd been content to just watch while it was going on. "So, Daddy,
what do you think of our present?"

"Is is the Christmas present you always wanted, Daddy?" I asked, wide-eyed
and eager.

"Yeah, Kevin, this is the present that I've always wanted." Daddy assured
me.

I didn't know about Frank, but I planned to make sure that Daddy enjoyed my
present to him every night from now on!

                             THE END

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