Date: Wed, 11 Jan 2017 20:19:20 -0800
From: Daddyrob2@hushmail.com
Subject: When Daddy Comes Marching Home

The following is a tale of father/son incest. Don't like this subject?
There are scores of others to choose from. Search the incredible
library. You'll see what I mean.

Nifty depends on donations from readers like you. It is imperative to keep
this free-speech site thriving. Please donate on Niftys secure donation
page.

The author can be reached at:
Daddyrob2@hushmail.com

Please allow some time for a response. I get a lot of emails. Pics get a
faster response.


When Daddy Comes Marching Home

1945 - end of World War II

Grand Central Station was unbelievablely crowded and sweltering. Tom was
jostled by oblivious commuters either because of his dimunitive size or
their own self interests. A steady hand on his shoulder kept him in
check. His eyes strained to find the one soldier among the sea of many. It
had been almost four years ago that his father had enlisted leaving him in
the care of relatives. The young blonde had felt orphaned as he was moved
about Brooklyn and Canarsy amongst family who treated him with gentle
indifference. Now the war was done and his daddy was coming home. Home.
Uncle Phil had leased a one bedroom in Flatbush and Aunt May and her
daughters had furnished it with much female relish. If they had thrown in
mustard and catsup Tom figured it would have been complete. It was all
nik-nacks and doilies.
     "That's him!" Uncle Phil yelled.
     Tom strained but there were too many bodies in his way. He couldn't
see, he couldn't see! Where was his father? Did he look the same? Would Tom
recognize him? Where was he?!
      Men were suddenly hugging. Women pulled at the man he still couldn't
see. Why couldn't they just leave him alone so he could see him? All he saw
were the blue pants and what looked like a suit jacket. But he couldn't see
his face! Pats on backs and shoulders and tears amid laughter and once
again Tom was forgotten.
     Then the striped tie in front of white shirt was in front of him.
Hands clasped his upper arms bare of the short sleeved shirt. As the body
in front descended the firm grip slid down his arms to his wrists and there
was the face. Eyes as green as the sea with dark brows and a brilliant
dimpled smile that revealed Pepsodent teeth. The face was square and strong
and open. The large hands slid into his own and for a moment Tom only heard
the sound of his own heartbeat.
     "Hey, kiddo," the deep soft voice of Keith began. "Remember me?" As
his heart pounded he studied the flashing myriad of emotions crossing his
sons beautiful face. Eyes as blue as his late mothers and skin as clear as
alabaster and the high cheekbones that... were spilling tears. Keith pulled
his son into his arms hoisting him upward as he stood.
     Tom buried his face in the Aqua Velva scented neck as he hung on
fiercely. The tears wouldn't stop. And he didn't care who knew it. Daddy
was home at last to stay!
      Tom was never sure how they ended up at the apartment in Flatbush.
All he would ever be able to recall was the crowded car ride home that
allowed him to be curled up on daddies lap. The conversation was loud and
jovial without his participation. He clung to his daddy who in turn held
him tight. He'd heard his name mentioned a few times but even that aroused
no curiosity. He simply felt secure.
     Keith admitted the apartment was a good choice in a good neighborhood
even if it was steeply priced at fifty-five dollars a month. He was shown
the roll-a-way cot under the sofa for 'the kid'.  With a full larder and
fridge he was impressed. Aunt May and her girls not only made the afternoon
meal but cleaned up the dishes. After much back-slapping and a few more
years of drama from the women Keith and Tom were finally alone.
     The Andrew Sisters were harmonizing on the radio when Keith turned to
his son. "Well, the relatives haven't changed." He looked about the
flat. "Aunt May still hates to see any empty space on a table." He picked
up a porcelain figurine of a shepardess. "Did you pick this one out?"
     "No way, Jose!" Tom laughed.
     Keith looked at the lad. "Oh, so you do speak. I was beginning to
wonder. And you've grown! Holy, Toledo! You were that tall when I left." A
flattened hand hit the side of his knee. Suddenly he was struck with a
thought. "What about me? Have I changed?"
     Tom beamed. "No."
     He chucked the boys chin. "Well, I have. Fucking war's changed
everyone."
     Tom's eyes widened. He hardly ever heard swear words and even rarer
the f-word. The boy followed his dad into the bedroom stopping at the
doorway. On the bed sat the luggage. With an athletic grace his dad opened
the suitcases taking the contents from bed to drawers. "Where's your
knapsack?"
      "Hmm?" Keith kept up his ministrations. "Got rid of all the army once
I was discharged except for these." The paws tossed over the clinking
metal. "They're for you if you want them otherwise toss them in a drawer."
      Tom put on the dogtags with reverence. He felt kind of grown-up all
of a sudden.
      "When do you go back to school?"
      "September."
      "Almost two months. I've gotta get me a job. Fast. This place costs a
fortune. What do you do when you're not in school?"
      "Hang with my friends. Go to the movies."
      "Movies? Son of Saul, I haven't seen a film in I don't know how
long. Anything good out now that you haven't seen?"
      "One with Betty Grable called The Dolly Sisters".
      "Good enough for me. Those legs got me through a lot of lonely
nights", Keith laughed. "Saturday. We'll make it a date. Tomorrow I've
gotta start my job hunt. I better head out and find a paper."
       "You can't get a newspaper on Sunday, daddy."
       Keith suddenly stopped filling the drawer to turn and look at the
boy. Half sitting in the bureau he studied Tom. "When I left you spoke so
little. You were such a quiet kid. And now...'Daddy'. I'm your
daddy. Fuck", he whispered. "A good paying job. Wonder what I'm qualified
for? Don't suppose the enemy is here, hunh?"
     "There were enemies here. They executed two spies. And one of them was
a woman!"
     "Holy moly! Not a woman!" Keith teased the solemnity with which it was
said. "Why there could be enemies here. In this flat." Slowly he moved
forward with mock menace. "In my bedroom. In the doorway!" He lunged
forward sending the lad screeching happily as he dashed away.
     Tom ran around the coffee table but was attacked. The arms flipped him
upwards, caught him then wrestled him to the ground. Laughing and giggling
they rolled about the living room. In their rough-housing they bumped into
the table sending the shepardess into oblivion.


The paper was perused in frustrated silence by Keith. He was unqualified
for most and those that were available he didn't want. The pencil circled
few ads but he was determined.
      "Tell you what. Let's scour the neighborhood and see what's around
here. Maybe I'll find something close to home."
      Hand in hand father and son walked the beat. Several stores, a couple
of garages and a few office buildings were all within easy walking distance
but retail paid too low and Keith had no idea what most of the offices held
in the way of jobs. Most lobby directories had names that made little sense
to the man though a couple of the advertising firms he knew by product
names. He'd call in the morning. Nothing ventured...
      Dinner was soup and sandwiches. They played checkers that evening
while listening to the top forty songs on the radio. Tom sang along to many
of the tunes but when a song came on that Keith knew he joined in as best
he could.
     "Time for b-e-d", Keith spelled.
     "I've gotta have a bath. It's Monday."
     Keith chuckled. "So you'll have a bath then go to bed." He looked over
at his retreating son. "Am i supposed to do something?"
     "Daddy, I know how to have a bath."
     "Just checking in", he mumbled. The bear cleaned up both dishes and
games. The water began to fill the tub in the distance as he sat on the
sofa with the intention of reading the issue of Life. His body had other
plans. It was his own snoring that woke him. The apartment was quiet save
for Bing Crosbys crooning. There was peace here and a content rolled over
him.
      Suddenly he was up, bounding to the bathroom, heart in his
throat. Throwing open the door he startled his son. The boy cupped his sex
as a scream escaped his throat. "Sorry, sorry", he stammered. "I fell
asleep. I didn't know for how long. Heard no noise." An annoyance began to
rise in him, more at his own reflex than anything else.
     "Daddy!" Tom leaned his torso as he brought up his knees. "I'm naked!"
     "That's usually how you take a bath." He looked at the cowering
boy. "For the love of Pete! I'm your father. I've seen you naked before. I
changed your diapers. He'll, I've even washed your pecker! So don't go all
girly on me!"
      Tom didn't know what to do. His father looked so mad and he felt so
embarrassed. His own father walked in on him bare. His eyes filled with
tears.
     Keith looked at the red pinched face of his bawling son. "Ah, he'll",
he said as he got to his knees beside the tub. "Don't cry. I was just
afraid you might have drowned or something."
     The red face was tear stained. "I didn't drown."
     Keith gave off a gentle laugh. "Well, obviously." He ran a hand down
the wet back then up in a soothing gesture. "When you spend nearly five
years expecting trouble you get reflexes that work in automatic." He leaned
in bringing the boys head to his neck. "I'm sorry I scared you." He
chuckled. "I guess I scared myself, too."
     Tom looked up to see relief in his father's eyes. It brought a strange
sort of satisfaction to himself. His small hand felt the stubble of the
handsome face. For a moment the just looked into each other's eyes.
     Keith suddenly hooked his paws under the smooth armpits. As he stood
up he raised the boy from tub to floor. Pulling a towel from the rack he
pulled it about his son like a blanket as he once more fell to his
knees. He rubbed the back of the terry cloth which in turn dried his sons
back. Stopping he brought his hands over the shoulder then down the arms
until he clasped the wrists. As he looked into the sapphire eyes he slowly
pulled the arms wide allowing the towel to drop.
     Tom watched his father's gaze move from his eyes then down his naked
body. He knew what his father saw. His chest was pearled at either side
with a dark beige pap. The body was lithe with no rounded belly behind his
inny bellybutton. His sex was uncut, smallish with a white stalk that held
a pale pink knob, behind which hung a little bag with perfect pea-sized
balls. His thighs were firm, his knees a bit nobby but his legs were
strong, his feet perfect. And as the gaze moved over his body he felt the
unease disappear.
     Keith drank in the intoxicating beauty of the boy. Throughout his time
overseas he had seen so much ugliness that he had almost forgotten what
true beauty was. Looking upwards to the serene beauty of the angelic face
he felt a lump form in his throat. Pulling the wrists over his shoulders he
released his clasp to carefully pull his son into his arms. The hug
deepened until they both clung to each other steadfast.
     "You will never know how much I missed you", the man sighed into his
sons neck.
      "I missed you all the time", Tom said.
     Holding his sons hips he held him far enough that the small hands
still clasped the back of his brawny neck. Offering up a sheepish grin he
said, "Well, at least we're home together now. And I'll tell you one more
thing, you should never be shy being naked in front of me. You've got
nothing to be shy about. Hell, I'm never gonna be shy in front of you."
     Tom took that comment in. "Honest?"
     "Ten fingers up to God." His eyes revealed merriment. "We're two guys
living in one place. Now I've seen your pecker and you're going to be
seeing mine." He watched the boy blush. "What?"
     "I never have. Seen a man, I mean. You know. I mean bare."
     "Really? Living with our relatives must have been a real honky tonk."
Keith stood up releasing both their hands.
      Tom watched as his father began to undo his shirt. "Watcha doing?"
      "No time like the present. You empty the tub so you and I can have a
shower." He pulled the shirt free from his trousers. As the water began to
gurgle away he pulled the shirt free. Standing in front of his son he undid
the belt buckle. He noticed the boys eyes move up and down rapidly, from
his waist to his eyes. "It's okay to look." He unbuttonded the pant
waist. "I want you to look."
     Tom stared as the fly was lowered. The pant flap was opened as the
weight of the belt buckle dropped them to his ankles. The loose white
boxers were shoved to mid-thigh. There before him stood the hirsute man
almost completely naked. The black bush was thick and dense. Coming out of
the wiriness was a long thick dark shaft below which had a thick purple
knob that seemed shiney, almost silky. The full loose bag seemed to thrust
the pole forward. A paw lifted the shaft to hold it out as if for
inspection.
     Keith said gently, "This is where you come from. My cock helped create
the beauty that is you. I want you to see and always remember: from this
cock came your life. Whenever you see this remember it is a part of you. It
is as much yours as any part of you. As such it is yours whenever you
want."
     Tom stared at the bold wonder. "Mine?"
     "Yours."
     Without any further comment Keith stepped out of his clothes to then
get the shower going. Once it was of ambient temperature he had them both
step in the tub pulling the curtain closed. As he stood under the spray he
quickly soaped his hair then arms and shoulders and chest. Still covered in
the suds he changed places with his son washing the lads hair before
rinsing away the soap. Keith pulled the nozzle to allow the spray to clean
his hair and upper torso. Crouching he began to soap his sons torso and
legs then gave a quick turn to the boy to soap his back.
     Tom stood under the warm water enjoying the unexpected attention
 The large hands slid with soapy ease all over his body. Even the paws on
his butt felt sure and strong as each hand sized mound was soaped and the
valley soapily teases. Spun towards his dad once more the beefy fingers
carefully washed his little cock and balls. Tom admitted to himself that
this felt best of all. And to be able to gaze into those kind eyes seemed
to complete everything somehow.
     Keith stood. Handing over the soap he said, "Here. Wash my legs." The
boy did son as he knelt in the tub. Once he got to the feet Keith turned
and the soapy hands washed up one calf then the other then did both
thighs. At the moment of hesitation the father turned his gaze over his
shoulder. "Don't stop. Butt and back, too." Tentative hands slid up one
hairy cheek. "Come on, son. You've gotta move quickly before the hot water
goes." The impetus caused the hands to move faster and with purpose. Both
cheeks were washed then the lower back. Paws grabbed his cheeks spreading
the valley wide. "In here, too."
     Tom slid the soap down the ass crack. His fingers slid over the thick
wet hairs that covered the valley floor. When he found the slight pucker of
the hole he let the bar slide back and forth in embarrassed silence.
     "Good job, son. Make sure it's rinsed. I don't want no soap on my
asshole." The compliant fingers brought a grin to his handsome
face. Satisfied he faced the boy. "I think you're ready for the big time."
     Tom obediently soaped the dangling man-cock and hairy fat balls. The
boy felt grown-up being able to take care of his daddy in such a mature
way. The cock felt heavy as did the big balls. When he felt he had lingered
long enough he stood up then looked upward beaming as he did.
     "Excellent job, my boy. You're hired", Keith laughed. Rinsing himself
then his son he turned off the spray before they towelled themselves
dry. "What should we listen to on the radio before you go to bed?"
      "Dragnet."
      Curled up on the couch in their clean pyjama bottoms they listened to
the cop show for its half hour run. With a quick kiss Tom slid into his
fold away cot as his dad closed up the apartment before heading to bed.
     For four more nights their bedtime ritual was set. Tom was pleased to
be greeted each morning with his dad in a short-lived T-shirt and nothing
else. Sitting at the breakfast table the boy could watch the muscled ass
bounce firmly as his dad prepared the food and was rewarded with his
diligent gaze when the cock metronomed as the plates were set at table. And
each night another wonderful shower.
     Saturday afternoon they went to the Bijou Movie Theatre to see the
musical Tom had suggested. A pastrami sandwich after completed their
date. But that night at home Keith nixed the shower.
     "Let's just not worry about it. Tomorrow's Sunday. We can have a
shower in the morning instead." He grinned at his sons
disappointment. "Honest, we will." Winking at the sudden gleam in the blue
eyes he undressed right there in the living room for his appreciative
audience of one. The shirt, the trousers, the boxers all were removed. Then
he took the small hand in his leading them into his room. Beefy fingers
began to undo Tom's buttoned shirt. "I think you should be bare, too."
     "Me, too", Tom smiled broadly. The shirt was opened to the waist then
the belt was opened as were the pants. The shirt was opened by its last two
buttons and slid off the slim shoulders falling to the floor. The pants and
underwear were pulled down in one scoop. Tom stepped free in his nakedness.
     Keith remained kneeling as his paws slid from knees up the boys sides
then rubbed over the smooth chest. "You are fucking magnificent", Keith
cooed low. Paws slid over stomach and groin. Then fingertips slid over the
too-white cocklette to feel and fondle the small young balls. "Just
beautiful." Eyes met eyes as he gently molested the sex.
     Tom sighed at the loving attention from the war hero. His dad kissed
then suckled one of his nipples. Surprised by the press of man tongue his
hand touched his dad's shoulder. "Daddy?"
     "Shh. Daddy loves you." Keith slid his mouth across warm flesh to the
other pap. "Mmm. You taste so good." Suckling, licking the mouth and tongue
trailed down to belly then groin. Pushing the boy back to the bed he eased
him up onto the mattress. The mouth sucked in the entire sex. Cocklette and
balls were suckled and tongue bathed.
     Tom gasped. The sensations were overwhelming. And the knowledge that
the powerful man had chosen him for such love tripled the magic running
through him. He took his ankles and spread them so daddy could have as much
access as possible to his dirty places. And when he looked down into those
green eyes they were smiling.
     Keith let his mouth release its treasure as the tongue slid to dance
about the crown jewel of boys. With twirling tongue tip he assaulted the
boy hole. Lapping. Poking. Teasing. Prodding. Then with lips encasing the
jewel the tongue bored in with snaking rythm. As the hole relaxed the
muscle filled the center. Then the tongue was up over the wee nuts, the
engorged stiffy and onward to his sons lips. "Open your mouth, baby. Let
daddy in."
     With the slightest parting of his lips Tom felt the fat tongue slither
in. It feathered about his own as spit dribbled in. He swallowed mouth
juice in his first incestuous french kiss. The strong arms brought him
airborne in a tight hug. Lithe legs wrapped about the strong waist.
     When lips separated Keith gazed into his sons face. His dimpled grin
brought a smile to the angelic visage. "You're one hot tamale." He spun
them around then danced to the music on the radio. "Fuck, I've missed you."
     "I've missed you."
     Keith laughed. "And are you ready to show me how much?" His sons blush
was interrupted by another deep kiss. "Think you're ready for your first
man cock?" He walked them to the bed.
     With his father sitting on the bed Tom was stood between the thick
thighs. With large paws pressing down on his slim shoulders he went to his
knees. His hands rested on the thighs as he looked ahead. What appeared to
be gigantic to the boy was in reality an eight inch hard-on. The head had
flared in purple insistence. The shaft stood bloated in its pride. Below
hung the familiar fat balls hiding in the loose hairy sac. He stared in awe
at the grandeur of his father.
     Keith pressed his thumb at the base of his cock levering to allow the
piss slit to face the boy. A hand soothed over his sons hair to rest at the
base of the neck. "This is for you, son. To love. To enjoy. To fill your
mouth. Just come closer. That's it. Don't be shy. You and him are gonna be
close friends. You'll know what to do. All boys do. Just think of him as a
nice big friendly lollipop."
     As Tom felt the knob touch his lips as he kissed the piss slit.
     "Ah, nice. See? He's very friendly. Go ahead. Do it again."
     Tom grinned as he planted another kiss. Then another. And still more.
     "Now, remember he's like a great big lollipop. He likes to be licked."
     The tongue touched the warm flesh. Retracting the tongue he sampled
the flavor. It made him smile. Then he began to give light feathery
swipes. The curves of the crown were tasted, then the tongue licked over
the top of the knob. As he tasted he noticed a creamy musky essence that
was good. Perhaps salty, but good.
     Keith sighed as the sensations crawled from cockhead to balls. "That's
it, son. Lick all around daddy's fat plum. Make him shiney with spit."
     The taste was strong in his mouth. He supposed that this is how all
daddy's tasted like. Tom wondered if all of his friends were this lucky.
     "Son, I think he's a little cold. Why not open your mouth so he can
slide in and be nice and warm." Keith stared into the wide eyes as his knob
was sucked into the sweet mouth. "That's it, baby. Keep him safe. Suck
gently, baby. Suck him up."
     The knob filled his mouth. The tongue swiped at the leaky head. His
mouth salivated with cock-taste and yummy slimey precum. Hands clasped the
hot pole as paws covered his ears. His head was moved back and forth in
steady rhythm.
     "That's the way. Suck daddy's cock, son. Your mouth is so fucking
good. The best blowjob I've had in months. You keep that up. Daddy's going
to give you something really tasty. A nice thick load of cream that every
boy would love."
     Tom bobbed his mouth up and down the end of the prick. Daddy breathed
harder with every hard suck.
     "Oh, baby, I'm so close. Daddy's gonna shoot a nice dump of sperm into
my sweet son's mouth. Get ready, baby. I can feel it rising. It's coming,
son. Coming. Oh my fucking cock!"
     Tom's head was stilled. Then it happened. An explosion of thick waves
of salty goo spurted into his virgin mouth. He gamely tried to swallow but
rivers of cum slithered out of the corners of his rounded lips. Still, the
boy gulped what he could.
     Keith felt his cock jerk it's final spasm then the log began to
deflate. He marvelled at his sons insistence to keep the knob in his
sucking mouth. "If that's what you want," Keith chuckled. "Keep it
up. Daddy'll give you another load. Whatever my son wants."
     Tom would never sleep on the fold-way again. And Keith had all the
boy-love he would ever need.