Date: Sat, 17 Apr 2004 02:17:16 EDT
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Daddy's On Leave

			     DADDY'S ON LEAVE
			   by Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
		      WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM

     I got off the school bus and walked up to the front door of our house,
pulling out my key to the front door. Mom worked until 6:00 o'clock so I
would be alone in our house for that time, but I was used to it, I would
watch cartoons or....
     Big hands grabbed me from behind and I yelped; I was lifted up into
the air and actually tossed upwards and spun around at the same time. I was
nearly eight years old and that hadn't happened to me since....
     I landed in those big hands against the broad chest, my belly button
pressed against the dogtags, not cold for they were buried in those hairy
breasts that bulged the camouflage shirt out wide. The shirt was a
long-sleeve, but it was rolled up to those massive biceps and I was cradled
in strong forearms that were bigger than my legs. I looked down into that
wide, square face beneath a cocky red beret with gleaming grey eyes and I
shouted out. "Daddy!"
     I grabbed his head with both arms and pulled him to me and hugged him
like that. His nose was pressed against my neck and my face was pressed
onto his red beret like a velvet covering over a stone-hard pillow...but it
still felt good!
     He let me slip through his hands and I ended up with my legs wrapped
around his waist and now I could hug him properly and I did. "Daddy, Daddy,
you're home!" I crowed out.
     "You didn't think I was going to skip your birthday, did you?" he
said. My birthday was only three days away.
     "How long are you here for?" Daddy worked for Special Forces, and
traveled too much for me and Mom to move with him, so we ended up on this
small farm out in the wilds (my mother's term for it, but Daddy needed the
big outdoors around him, he said) and he came to see us as often as he
could...which wasn't that often.
     "Two weeks." he said. "You can skip school and we'll go hunt and fish
and spend all the time together, just you, me and your mother. Where is
your mother?" he asked, noticing for the first time the house key in my
hand.
     "She's working." I said.
     "Working?" He frowned. "She doesn't have to work."
     "She says she does." I said, I had asked her that same thing when she
took the job. And with my childish naivete I repeated her nearly word for
word. "If she doesn't get away from this godawful place somehow or other,
she's going to go out of her gourd and it's better that she work while
she's getting away and make money instead of blowing it."
     "When will she be home?" Daddy wasn't happy about that news; in his
eyes, Mommy's job was to take care of me.
     "About six o'clock." I said. "Only a few hours."
     "That's not too bad." he conceded. "But...."
     I continued. "And all day Saturday, of course."
     "You spend all day Saturday alone?"
     "I'm a big boy." I said. "She tried to get me a babysitter but won't
none of them come out this far. And I don't want to go into town with her
and sit in that bar while she pours drinks and flirts with the guys." I was
just a fount of information that shouldn't be said.
     "Flirts with the guys?"
     "Oh, just professionally." I was repeating Mom again. "Except maybe
with Uncle George."
     "Who's Uncle George?"
     "A friend of Mommy's." I squirmed and said, "Can I get down?"
     He let me slip down his body to the ground. "Sure, Sport. Let's go
inside and I'll show you your birthday present."
     We did and I was really surprised. It was a knife. A real knife, not a
baby knife. My hand would barely fit around the handle and it was big and
long. Daddy showed me how it worked, the edge that you could use to chop
wood with, the back with teeth that let you use it like a saw, and the
handle's knob let you use it like a hammer (if you were careful). Daddy
called it "a survival knife" and he intended to spend the two weeks showing
me just how to use it in the wild.
     I was loving this, Daddy treating me like a recruit soldier. When I
was younger he taught me how to stand at attention and salute and we had
played games of ambush (his sneak-grab on the porch had been part of that),
me laying in wait for him and trying to grab him and him doing the same to
me. He was good, too good, I never really surprised him. He didn't always
see me before I started to grab him...but always saw me when I tried in
time to jerk away. Best I'd ever done was a brief hold on his ankle one
time, about two seconds I had him, then he got away from me. I'd hidden
well that time, but wasn't able to get out of my hiding place to keep
holding on.
     Anyway, I was feeling like a soldier listening to his commanding
officer, as I said, when Mommy came in the door.
     "Mommy, Mommy, Daddy's home!" I called out. "And look what he got me
for my birthday!" And I showed her that long, dangerous-looking knife.
     I think you can imagine how underwhelmed she was by the magnitude of
my present. I'll spare you the nasty scene that went on after that, but it
was long, very ugly, and ended with me eating a cold supper and Daddy
sleeping on the couch that night.
     Mommy left for work early the next morning. In case you're wondering
about this bar and Mommy working there during the day, Mommy worked at a
place that mostly sold drinks, but it also had a grill and did a pretty
good business all morning by serving breakfast and lunch to people. After
the lunch crowd came and went, then came the time the bar opened up and
Mommy started pouring the drinks and flirting like I had mentioned to
Daddy. Mommy wasn't supposed to leave the house until eight o'clock, after
I had left for school, but she left extra early that morning, probably
because she was still mad at Daddy.
     I heard Daddy waking up and moving around and decided to try and
ambush him. I waited until I heard him finish shuffling through his duffel
bag, then I could tell by the sounds he put a videotape into the VCR and
sat back down on the couch. I'd wait until he was watching the movie and
then try to jump on him. If I could tickle him after grabbing him like he
did me the times he caught me, that would be a clear victory. Then, wearing
only my briefs which I slept in, quietly as a mouse I opened the door to my
bedroom and started sneaking in.
     I was watching Daddy very carefully and didn't really pay attention to
the video. I had noticed it wasn't a cartoon, but just some people talking
and after that, I didn't really listen to it. If I had, I might have
noticed Daddy had put in an X-rated video with the idea of watching it
before I woke up. As it was, it was just noise and light I was ignoring
while I concentrated on sneaking up and ambushing my Daddy.
     I started moving carefully toward Daddy, quietly, carefully, so he
wouldn't hear the slightest noise from me. Daddy was watching the movie
intently, and I was behind him and the couch, so I got right up on him
before I saw what he was doing.
     Daddy had slept with his clothes on, he did that when Mommy and he
fought. I guess he felt that if he wasn't in his bed, he should treat it
like he was out in the field and slept in full gear. Daddy always wore his
uniform, he was very proud of it.
     But he had pushed his trousers and boxers down to his knees and pulled
up his shirt so that his entire midsection was bare. Daddy was so hairy,
even his legs and stomach were covered with hair. His hand was pumping his
peter up and down, it was thick and red as he whacked at it.
     I almost snickered; I had caught my Daddy playing with
himself. Watching the video, I saw it had a guy fully dressed holding a
girl with no clothes on and they were doing something silly with each
other. The man was licking her titties and she was moaning and fumbling at
her crotch. I didn't know what that meant, I was only eight years old.
     But I knew about playing with your wienie. Daddy was playing with his
wienie and it was a big one, too. I'd seen it soft a couple of times when
Daddy took a bath and I went in to use the toilet or something, but I'd
never seen it standing upright and hard like a stick before.
     Daddy's big, beefy hand was wrapped around his peter and he was
stroking it back and forth just like I did, only I had to use my fingers on
my little wienie. Daddy's was big enough to let him wrap his entire hand
around it and there was still room left over above his hand. I watched him
moving that big dong back and forth, fascinated. I knew how good it felt to
play with your wienie and wiggle your fingers back and forth so the skin on
your peter would make the top of it tingle. Daddy's cockhead was turning
bright purple as he pumped his shaft with a slow, steady rhythm. Watching
those two on the screen, the girl had reached into the man's pants and was
groping inside there. Didn't look like she was really touching anything but
he was groaning a lot like Daddy was.
     Daddy's body gleamed a brownish color, the hairs on his chest, stomach
and legs were like decorations, a warm rust-color that shone where the
lights hit it. His muscles were long, curving mounds over his body, turning
him into a graceful work of art, long, smooth lines just like they were
teaching me to do with a paintbrush in art class and I thought of Daddy's
body and of drawing it for my art class and I felt my dick tingle at the
idea. Drawing my Daddy lying on the couch and pumping at his wienie, it
would be the best drawing I ever did and I could look at him like that
forever.
     Entranced by the way my Daddy looked and thrilled by what he was
doing, I had practically forgotten about sneaking up on Daddy, too busy
watching him pump his dick like he was. And Daddy was so sure I was asleep
and he hadn't heard me get out of bed and was he so busy playing with
himself while he watched the movie, that I got right up to the back of the
couch without him knowing it. I was distracted, too, I was sneaking up on
him without knowing it, just quietly and intently watching Daddy jerking
his dick, that I actually got to where my chin was nearly resting on his
shoulder when I finally stopped and breathed out. "Gee!" right in his ear.
     It startled Daddy all right, he turned and sort of threw himself onto
the couch flat, face up, eyes wide. "God, Son, don't ever do that!" he
said. "You scared the sh--...really scared me there."
     "I'm sorry, Daddy." I said. "I was just going to ambush you. I didn't
know you were playing with yourself." I looked back at his cock, he still
had his hand wrapped around it, holding it and was too impressed to make
fun of him for doing it. "Gee, that's so big." I said. "Mine's real little,
even when I'm playing with it." And you could hear the awe in my voice when
I said that.
     Daddy had always been good-natured with me, he grinned and I
remembered I had come in to ambush him, so I jumped over the top of the
couch and landed on his stomach with my legs on either side. "Hee-yah!" I
yelled out as I landed.
     "Oof!" He laughed and I started tickling him.
     "I got Daddy, I got Daddy!" I crowed as he laughed, letting me have my
win, letting me tickle him.
     "Yep, you sure did!" He admitted. "Caught me with my pants
down. That's the best time to catch someone."
     I leaned over to give Daddy a hug good-morning and when I did, I felt
his hard peter brush up between my buttocks, a hot line against the crevice
in my briefs. "You're my prisoner now." I said, repeating what he'd said to
me any number of times. "That means you have to do what I tell you."
     "Fair enough." he conceded. "And what are your orders, sir?"
     I reached behind me and grabbed hold of his still-stiff wienie. "I get
to play with this." I said and I gave it a few rather-awkward jerks.
     His eyes went wide and he said, "Uh, oh, son...."
     "And you play with mine." I said. "Just like Jeff and me do when we
sleep-over."
     Daddy was quiet, looking at me with wide eyes and open mouth, and I
kept pumping on his thick, fat wienie, and then he suddenly moaned and his
cock got as hard as anything. "Oh, yeah, baby." he gasped.
     "It's an order, soldier." I used another line he used on me all the
time.
     "Oh, God, son." he moaned. "Baby, you feel so good."
     "Oh, come on, Daddy, do mine too, huh?" I coaxed him as I pulled my
briefs down and tucked them under my balls.
     His hand grabbed my dick and swallowed it up. He was only able to get
his thumb and index finger around my prick and he began to work my tiny
peter so hard. He was groaning and his cock was so hot and so hard.
     "Ooh, yeah, come on, suck it baby!" and the voice was loud I thought
it was Daddy and I looked at him.
     "Yeah, come on, suck it." it was the voice of the guy in the video and
I turned to look at it. The girl had the guy's wienie in her mouth, and she
was moving her head up and down, I watched how her lips held on tight and
then I looked back at Daddy. His eyes were closed, he was moaning and his
hand was pumping on my prick, a little too hard, his hand was too big and
my dick was too tiny. It felt good but it hurt at the same time, if you
know what I mean.
     So I sidled off Daddy's lap and got a good grip on his prick. Daddy
was surprised I yanked my dick out of his hand, but when I latched on tight
and began to really whomp on his pud, he forgot about that in a
hurry. "Ooh, yeah, yeah, son, flog your Daddy's dick for him." he moaned
out. "Give it to me, good."
     I looked over at the lady sucking on the guy's peter in the video and
decided what the heck. If she could do it for this guy, I could do it for
my Daddy! So I leaned over and got his wienie in my mouth. It tasted kind
of funny, but kind of nice at the same time, all sort of like the way I
felt around Daddy, when he'd scoop me up in his arms like he did, warm and
protected, that was the way his peter tasted, nothing nasty about it at
all. Kind of meaty, kind of salty the same way your finger is salty when
you've been sweating a lot, and it had a taste of its own.
     The head of my Daddy's wienie was kind of sticky and the sticky stuff
was really salty. But I knew that was the part of the peter that made you
feel good, so I ran my tongue over it like the woman was in the video and
then I went deeper...not that going deeper on Daddy's big dick with my tiny
mouth was easy...and then started using my lips to pull his loose skin on
his wienie up over his cockhead and it oozed out more of that salty, sticky
stuff when I did that, it tasted all hot and tangy on my tongue.
     "Oh, baby, yeah, suck it for me." Daddy groaned. "Suck it like your
Momma never did, baby. That's my little soldier boy, suck my dick, recruit,
oh, Daddy loves his baby boy!"
     His cock was getting so hot, it almost scalded my mouth. It was
pouring out that salty stuff I learned was called "precome" and I was
tasting that all hot and thick in my mouth. Daddy's dong was filling up my
little mouth, I had my mouth stretched out as big as I could to get it in
just those few inches.
     "Oh, yeah, that's my little soldier." Daddy encouraged me. "Take it
all, Son, take your Daddy's dick, oh, baby, I'm going to shoot it soon,
baby, oh, baby, I'm going to come right in your mouth, Son, take it like a
soldier, baby, take it like a soldier."
     I loved when Daddy talked like that, like I was a soldier under his
command, for I knew how much he loved his men, and they would do anything
for him and he'd do anything for them, and I was his little soldier, I was
proud to be helping him out like this.
     "Oh, baby, you're better than you r Momma, better than her, God, baby,
I'm going to come now, baby, hold on to it tight!" Daddy was nearly
screaming he was so intense, only his voice stayed all soft and intimate,
too, he was kind of grumbling out the words in a tight, trusting way,
telling me what to expect even though it cost him an effort. He didn't his
little soldier not to know what to expect.
     "Oh, baby, it's going to be hot and salty, it'll shoot in your mouth,
baby, uh, uh, GUH-HUNH-GUHHH!" He gritted his teeth so his roars of passion
wouldn't scare me, that came out in a low growl, then he burst into heavy
panting sounds and that's when his come hit me.
     He hadn't been kidding, he really shot that load of his, it sprayed
out like I'd put up a water pistol to my mouth and squirted the water into
my mouth, only this was hot and sticky and salty and thick, like heavy
clumps it flooded my mouth and it was like having a mouthful of ice cream,
only this cream was hot and salty instead of cold and sweet, and it tasted
like my Daddy, it tasted like Daddy!
     My mouth was filled with it, filled with his cock and the come
shooting out of it, I clutched tight and I sucked and swallowed down the
come in my mouth and it slid down just like that ice cream, only hot, so
hot, it warmed my throat and more come filled my mouth and I swallowed
again and it was like sucking up a thick ice-cream milkshake the way it
went down my throat and into my tummy, only it was warm and intimate as hot
cocoa in the winter, the way it warmed me with more than its heat, warming
me with the love, with Daddy's love.
     Daddy finished shooting and his moans and gasps turning into just some
heavy breathing and I looked up at him and his face was all soft and loving
as he looked into my eyes, my mouth wrapped around his dick and I gave his
softening dick a tight grip and sucked it dry then I let go and said, "Was
I a good little soldier boy, Daddy?"
     "Oh, Baby, you sure were." Daddy moaned. "Daddy's good little
soldier." It was my favorite pet name when Daddy called me that.
     "I am a good soldier." I bragged. "And I helped out my Daddy, didn't
I?"
     "You sure did, baby." Daddy said. "Now would you like me to do it to
you, so you can feel what it's like?"
     I remembered how rough his hands had been, loving but just too big for
the job, so I temporized, saying, "Gee, Daddy, my wienie is so small, I
don't know if it'll work."
     "Don't you worry about that." Daddy said to me. "You'll like it, baby,
I promise. And an officer takes care of his men."
     So I lay back on the couch and Daddy bent over and his mouth was warm,
soft, wet and gentle on my dick, just like he'd promised. I lay there,
loving the feel, loving the way Daddy's head was moving, the way his hands
reached up and stroked my body, bringing it alive with his touches, so that
I quivered from the soft touch of his hands. I looked at his big, brawny
shoulders as they rippled from his movements, and my wienie tingled in no
time, the way it does and I went, "oh, oh, oh, yeah, okay, Daddy, stop
now."
     Daddy did, he knew I couldn't come like he did so he'd waited for me
to say stop and he did, then he said, "Now sit in Daddy's lap, baby, and
give me a big kiss."
     I did and Daddy's kiss that time was very special, it was more than
just an "I love you, Son" kiss, it had more in it, it was gratitude for the
way I'd made him happy and a promise that we would do this again and again.
     I snuggled down against his broad chest and looked at the video. The
girl and guy were still at it, and she was sitting on his lap in a
different way that I was, she had her fanny right in the middle and her
legs spread wide and I saw the guy's cock going up into her slit.
     "Wow." I said when I saw that. "I never knew you could do that."
     "It's what men and women do."
     "Is it what you and Mommy do, Daddy?" I asked.
     "Not anymore." He said ruefully and held me tight. "Son, you know
about Uncle George, right?"
     "He comes by sometimes and spends the night with Mommy." I said. "But
I don't like him and I don't think he likes me."
     "Well, your Mommy has been doing what those two are with the guy she
has you call Uncle George. She makes you call him that because she plans to
go live with him all the time."
     "But what about you, Daddy?" I was puzzled. "I don't want to go live
with Uncle George! What are we going to do?"
     "I'm not sure. I don't want you living with him, either." Daddy
said. "But we got two weeks to figure it out."
     "Okay." I said and rested my head against him again. Daddy would
figure it out, so I could think about other things. "Daddy, what that man
and woman are doing?"
     "Yeah, Son?"
     "Can you and I do it?" I asked.
     "No. But maybe when you're older." Daddy said and I took that as a
promise. Whatever happened, we'd work it out so we'd be together.
     And we did. Daddy arranged for a job as a drill instructor at a base,
and that meant I could go live with him. I have my own uniform and my
survival knife, which I wear when I go to visit Daddy on the base, and when
I do, everybody knows that I am my Daddy's Little Soldier.

				  THE END
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