Date: Fri, 17 Oct 2014 13:30:30 -0700
From: DanielleCD <daniellecdinnj@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Sexual Autobiography of Danielle-Year One

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Please note: This `story' ended up being greater in scope than I had
originally planned. Initially, the idea was to tell you about my sexual
awakening and the various notable experiences I'd had(I did not plan to
write a novel). The `(Sort of)' in the title was added because there are
far more non-sexual parts than I'd thought there would be. I'm not sure if
any of these parts are relevant to the overall scheme of things, but they
came out as I was writing. So, since the ideas felt compelled to come out,
I left them in the story. I do hope this gives you more insight as to the
kind of life I had and the things I presently came to enjoy and how I came
to love those things.

Part 09: "The (Sort of) Sexual Autobiography of Danielle: Year One" by
DanielleCDinNJ@yahoo.com Copyright(c)2014 Danielle Zor-El, All Rights
Reserved

	Gay.
	I think, therefore I am.
	Sex. Men. I love sex. I love men.
	I love sex *with* men.
	Does this make me a freak? That depends on your point of view.
	Do I care? Suffice it to say, I'm not going to lose any sleep over
it.
	I love lots of sex with lots of men.
	Does this make me a slut? Probably.
	Am I proud of myself? Yes, actually.
	Am I full of myself? Again, that depends on your point of view.
	But I would like to think that for the most part(and putting aside
my lifestyle), I am a normal(is anyone really 'normal'?), upstanding
individual in the eyes of the law. The most severe law I'd be considered
guilty of breaking is speeding 25+ miles per hour above the speed limit
down the turnpike.
	I have a job, I had a family.
	The ex-wife is off living somewhere in luxury with a boyfriend that
could give her what, obviously, I could not.
	Our four kids are grown living across the four points of the
compass leading and enjoying their own lives.
	The ex never stays in touch, unless she's feeling particularly
interested in pointing out my shortcomings.
	She resents the fact that I discovered my true self based on an act
that she, herself, initiated.
	The kids stay in touch, regularly.
	There's no resentment or hatred there. They long ago accepted me
for who I really am.
	And that's what matters most to me: I am free to be who I really
am, and the four people in my life that mean everything to me, accept and
love me.
	What more could a person want?

	Years before Danielle came to be, I was just Daniel, smallish in
stature with naturally curly brown hair that sometimes got in my eyes. I
was very shy; I didn't make friends easily, and if I did, you could count
them all on one hand.  I was picked on quite a bit in those days; my small,
thin frame and obvious shyness was a target as clear as the bull's eye on a
dartboard. It didn't help that even at eighteen years old, I looked like I
was 12. It also didn't help that my hair was almost to my shoulders. I was
not athletic at all; constantly teased about looking and acting like a
girl. Although I had two brothers, I was a loner. And then there were my
parents; Mom was all-business; a stay-at-home mother and Dad was a
globe-hopping business-type. So I did the best I could to stay out of
everyone's way, rarely ask for anything, and try to get through each day
without incident. If that meant being alone, it was okay with me.

	+++ +++ +++ +++ +++

	Summer, 1972
	It was a typical late-June day, hot and sunny, with a slight breeze
that was warm, and I was playing on our block. We lived on a quiet street
in East Newark, New Jersey and that day was no exception. Very little
traffic made its way down our street or the avenue that ran close by. I
wasn't doing anything in particular that morning; I remember watching twigs
and small leaves traveling in the small stream of water that flowed down
the gutter toward a sewer grate. This might not seem very interesting to
you, but at that time, decades before computers, video games or the
internet, something as minor as water flowing in a gutter held my attention
for hours.
	When I played, and managed to stay away from the wrath of the
neighborhood bullies, I was all over. And that particular day I was dressed
much like I was each summer day: t-shirt, shorts(that may have been too
short, but this was unintentional on my part, I wore what was available),
white socks that came up just slightly over my ankles and Keds. I never
thought of myself as sexy, but I'm sure the way I was dressed got the
attention of more than a few older males. And I'm fairly certain that when
I bent over, I showed some of my ass. That must have been what got the
interest of the man I heard behind me.
	At first, I didn't hear him; I was much too involved in watching my
sticks flow in the water. But, he said hello again and I turned around and
greeted him back.
	He was a heavy man, possibly in his late-20's. Thinking back, he
was easily 250 pounds. He had brown frizzy hair and a moustache and beard
to match. Not scraggly, it was frizzy but neatly trimmed. He wore glasses
and had a pleasant face. He wore dark jeans and a flannel shirt, even
though it was summer. His bare feet fit snugly in the moccasins he wore.
	"What's your name," he asked.
	"Daniel," I said, "what's yours?"
	"I'm Al," he said smiling. "It's nice to meet you. What are you
doing?"
	"Nothing. Just watching stuff in the water."
	"You're very cute," he told me.
	I couldn't help but smile. No one had ever called me cute. I
suppose my parents at one time called me cute, but I didn't remember when
the last time that was and I can be sure it didn't make me feel the way
this man did. I felt *good*.
	But the delight I was feeling at his compliment was shattered by my
mother calling my name from our house that was just across the street. I
didn't even say goodbye; I just ran to and into the house. When my mother
called, you didn't answer, you went to her, immediately.
	I got the third-degree. Even though me and Al didn't say much to
each other, my mother still thought I was lying to her(I did keep his
`cute' comment to myself, though). So I got to spend the rest of the day in
my room with no TV and no radio. There was nothing more to do than sit in
the window and watch the world go by. I watched for Al, but did not see him
at all. Eventually, it was time for a bath and bed.

	The next morning, I woke up early. Not for any specific reason,
mind you, it just happened. So I padded down to the kitchen in my summer
pajamas. Those were the type that had a short-sleeved top and shorts as
bottoms. It was 7:30 and my mother was already up. If she wasn't taking
care of things around the house, she just sat and watched television. That
was what she was doing when I said hello to her on the way to
breakfast. She was just sitting in her rocking chair in her floral pajamas,
moving back and forth, mesmerized by some early-morning soap or game
show. She didn't say anything to me about the day before, so I assumed all
was okay.
	An hour later, after eating a healthy-sized bowl of sugared cereal
and straightening out my room, I changed into a pair of my favorite
superhero undies and then got dressed in the blue tank top and tan shorts
my mother left on my desk chair. Putting on a pair of white socks and
throwing on my sneakers, I soon hurried down the stairs. Since I didn't
want to bother Mom, I just made my way to the front door.
	"Be home by lunch," I heard from the living room.
	"Okay, Mommy."
	I was out the door.

	Down the far end of our block was a small area of grass and
benches. There were a few flags among the trees and several memorial
stones, listing various people that had served in different branches of the
military during the early-20th Century wars.  It was called Military Park,
but it wasn't really much of a typical park. Sure it had grass and some
trees, but being at the end of a city block bordered by three streets, the
word `park' was used a bit too loosely. Also among the area were several
cannons from each of the aforementioned wars. These were actual, albeit
non-functioning, cannons. It was on one of these cannons on this early
morning that I had another unpleasant event in my life.
	I was up on the cannon, pretending I was loading and firing it in
an imaginary war. I was going through the motions of loading it, moving
from one side of the cannon to the other and imagining it was erupting it's
destruction on some far-off enemy.
	Suddenly, I was hit from behind and found myself nearly face-down
on the ground in the dirt that surrounded the cannon.
	"You're not allowed to be here, sissy."
	I looked up and saw the terror of my life, Nicky Martom. He was
older, heavier and stronger than I was, and he had his two best friends
with him, Todd and Patrick. They were older than me as well.
	"These are for real men to play on!"
	With that he, then followed by his buddies, started kicking dirt at
me, occasionally landing a kick on my legs or ass. I tried to scramble
away, but one would leap or run to that side and start his assault from
that direction. After a few minutes that seemed like an eternity, we were
all startled by a big, booming voice.
	"Leave him alone!"
	Through my tears, I watched their feet take off and run in three
separate directions. As the cloud of dust settled, I saw Al approach and
hold out his hand to me.
	"You okay, sweetie?," he asked, helping me up.
	He called me sweetie!
	But all I could do was stand there and cry like a little
girl. Maybe everyone was right.

	Ten minutes later we walked up onto the porch of his house. Al held
my hand all the way from the park to his house.  Letting go of my hand at
the door, he took his keys out and turned the lock and we went in to a
small, cool room. The front door opened directly into his living room; it
was a cozy room with half-drawn shades, billowy curtains and numerous
pieces of furniture. One of the windows on the side of the room housed the
air conditioner that quietly hummed while it kept the room cool. There were
also a few coffee tables and a television set up in the room.
	Closing and locking the door, he guided me toward the back of the
house through a small hallway that ran near some stairs that went up to a
second floor. In moments, I was in his bathroom.
	"Take off your clothes. I'll be right back," he said softly.
	I heard him moving around some in another room as I took off my top
and unbuttoned my shorts. I kicked off my Keds, dropped my shorts and
pulled off my socks. I was standing in my undies when he came back holding
a thick white towel.
	"Those too, sweetie," he said, pointing at me.
	I stood there for just a split-second, unmoving, as all sorts of
things went through my mind; things about strangers and all sorts of risks
that I'd always heard about. But this man didn't look like a killer. He
saved me from being beaten up. He held my hand gently, caringly, as we
walked to his house. And he called me sweetie!
	I looked briefly into his blue eyes and felt that he would not hurt
me. I had no basis for making such an assumption, but I made it
nonetheless.
	As I said, this all took less than a second. I looked down and
grabbed the waistband of my undies and pulled them down my legs and kicked
them onto the pile of the rest of my clothes. And there I stood, my little
cock hard and sticking straight out. I blushed as I looked again at Al. He
smiled softly as his eyes traveled from my feet all the way to my face.  He
looked down and took another look at my penis. Then he reached down and
gathered up all my clothes and left me standing there. Moments later he
returned, holding an empty coffee can.
	"Step in the tub, baby. Let's give you a quick rinse."
	He called me baby!
	I climbed into the tub. Standing there, I watched him turn on the
water and adjust the knobs.
	"Put your hand under the water. Is it okay?"
	I reached out and felt the temperature of the flowing water. I
nodded in acceptance to him and he started filling the coffee can.
	"Hold your hair up. We don't want to get it wet."
	He poured can after can of the warm water down my neck, rubbing
away the thin film of dirt that had built up while I had been on the dirty
ground. He took a small cloth and wet it; then wiped my face to remove the
dirt and the obvious tracks that my tears left on my face. He moved my
hands down to my sides and poured more water over my shoulders, chest and
back, all the while rubbing my skin to remove the dirt. He didn't use any
soap; he just used the warm water. Emptying a can down my stomach, the
water ran over my small, hard penis and balls and he rubbed gently as the
water flowed. I couldn't help but close my eyes; this contact felt
good. I'd masturbated many times before, but this was something
different. And he knew how I felt because of the look we shared when I
opened my eyes again. He turned me around and had me bend slightly. He
poured water over the small globes of my ass and he rubbed all over and in
between. It tickled when he ran a finger up and down my crack, stopping
momentarily to rub my asshole. He turned me around and finished cleaning me
by completely rinsing away all traces of the dirt from my legs.
	Turning off the water, he held out his hand to me. I put my thin
hand gently in his beefy one and stepped onto the rug that he'd put down at
the side of the tub. Seconds later, he wrapped his white towel around
me. It was big, poofy and soft. He rubbed me all over, drying me. As he
reached around to rub my back, I reached my arms around him as far as
they'd go and hugged him. He returned the hug gently and I didn't want to
let go. So he closed the towel around me and scooped me up in his big arms.
	 He carried me to the living room and sat down in a big easy chair,
with me on his lap, still with my arms partway around his big body. I held
him tight and laid my head on his chest as he held me in the crook of his
left arm. I could feel his beard on my forehead and his right hand
caressing my legs and feet. We didn't speak, we just sat there together; me
listening to his heartbeat, him listening to my rhythmic breathing as he
gently rubbed his fingers across the tips of my toes and up around my legs
that were exposed past the towel. The slight touch tickled my toes and I
wiggled them, causing us both to giggle.
	A little while later, I thought I'd heard my name called. I
suddenly jerked awake, wondering where I was.
	"Easy, honey."
	I looked and saw Al and remembered I where I was. I rubbed my eyes
and settled back against him.
	"You okay?"
	"Yeah."
	"You fell asleep on me."
	"You're comfy."
	He chuckled and I thought I hurt his feelings.
	"I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"
	"It's okay, Danny. I don't mind you saying I'm comfy. My wife used
to say that, too."
	"I didn't see her. Is she working?"
	"No, she died last year."
	"Oh." He looked sad, so I just cuddled close and didn't say
anything more.
	After a while, I remembered I had to be home for lunch. "What time
is it?"
	"Ten-thirty. Why, sweetie?"
	"I have to be home for lunch at 12."
	"Okay, I'll make sure you get there."
	"You better not, my mom would flip if she saw you again."
	I told him about what had happened after we had our first meeting
on my block.
	"I thought as much. That's why I didn't use soap on you or wash
your clothes. I just put them in the dryer to get some of the dust out of
them. She won't know you were here. How about I walk you as far as the
park?"
	"Yeah, that's fine," I said, smiling up at him.
	He leaned in and kissed my forehead.
	We locked eyes with each other and I beamed brightly at him. I was
getting a bit warm, and told him so, and opened the towel that was covering
me, feeling the cool air on my bare skin.
	For the next hour we talked. As I sat there naked on his lap, I
told him all about me and my life and he told me things about himself, his
life and he even told me a little about his wife, Gloria. He said she had
died the year previously from a long battle with cancer; he called it a
nasty disease. We told each other about the different foods we liked, both
our favorites being hamburgers and french fries. I told him how I enjoyed
listening to music, my favorite station being 77 WABC.  He told me he was a
radio repairman, but hadn't worked much since his wife died. I asked him
how he lived and he said he lived off money that she had left for him. He
also said he worked on radios as a hobby and promised to show me his
workshop.  All the while we were talking, his left hand softly rubbed my
bare back and shoulders and his right hand continued to caress my legs and
feet. And again, my cock stood out hard in plain view, and I didn't feel
shy at all.
	"Time for you to get dressed, honey," he said, easing me off his
lap.
	Each time he called me sweetie, honey or baby, my heart fluttered.
	He walked toward the back of the house and returned with my
clothes. In a few short minutes I was dressed as I had been when I left my
house and we were ready to leave.
	"Next time you come over, I'll give you a tour of the house, okay?"
	I nodded my head and smiled at him.

	At five minutes before 12, I entered my house and reported to my
mother. She was in the living room, rocking in her chair.
	"Where were you?"
	I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. "I'm on time, Mom."
	"That's not what I asked you."
	"I was playing on the cannons down the street. Then I went to the
playground."
	"I thought so; look at you, you're filthy. Must you play around
those cannons? There's nothing but dirt all around."
	"But they're fun."
	She said, "Wash your hands. Your lunch is on the kitchen
table. After you eat, I want you to run to the store for me."
	"Yes, Mommy."
	I went into the kitchen and on the table awaited my second favorite
food: a grilled Muenster cheese sandwich. Mom also left some chips and a
glass of milk for me. She must have known exactly when I would be home
because the grilled cheese was hot and melty and the milk was ice cold. I
sat down and devoured everything she left me. After washing my dish and
glass, I went back to her. This time the TV was off and she was reading a
crocheting magazine.
	"You're to go to the drug store and the butcher," she said, putting
down the magazine. Handing me a list, she said, "the main thing at the drug
store is my new prescription. I already called them, it should be
ready. Also pick up those items on the list. And the meat you need to get
is written on the bottom. You won't need any money, they'll put the amounts
on my tab. Get going and don't be all day."
	As I walked up to the avenue to go to the drug store, I thought
about the walk that Al and I shared on my way home.  He asked me if I
enjoyed the time with him and if I wanted to see him again. I told him I
did have fun, especially sitting on his lap, and that I would like to see
him again, but Mom couldn't find out. So we agreed that if I was free to
see him, he would look for me at the cannons. If I had chores to do or
somewhere to be in the morning, he would look for me again in the
afternoon. We decided on pre-arranged times. He said he would look for me
in the morning from 8 until 10 and then in the afternoon from 1 until 3. I
didn't realize until years later how devious I had been acting. He walked
me as far as the cannons. I wanted to give him a hug goodbye, but he
understood why I didn't. I turned around and waved before walking the rest
of the way home. It seemed like I had floated all the way home, the way I
had been feeling.
	I entered the drug store and went right to the counter where
Mr. Mancini, the Pharmacist, was standing. There was an old woman in front
of him and he was filling out some papers. He saw me and smiled and went
back to her. A few minutes later, he bagged something for her and she
left. I stepped up and handed him my mother's note.
	"Hello, Daniel," he said.
	"Hello, Mr. Mancini."
	He was an older man, older than Al I guessed, because even though
he did have brownish hair, the sides of his head were graying. He had a
small moustache and wore dark-rimmed glasses. He looked crisp and clean in
his dark blue smock.
	"I see your mother added a few things to get."
	"Yes. She said something about it being added to her tab."
	"Be right back, okay?"
	"Okay."
	He turned away and I waited by looking at the spinning rack of
comic books that was to my immediate left. Superman, Spider-Man, Wonder
Woman, Captain America, Batman, Green Lantern and more. They were all
there. But what caught my eye, and made my heart flutter, was the cover of
Adventure Comics #420. Dressed in a blue top and cute red short shorts was
Supergirl.  Beautiful, strong and brave. Things I had never been in my
life. And she was throwing a cannon. I held the book in my left hand while
I caressed her image with my fingertips of my free hand. I stood there,
mesmerized but what my mind was imagining about Kara Zor-El. I didn't just
admire her. I wanted to *be* Supergirl.
	I was jolted back to reality by Mr. Mancini calling my name. I
wasn't sure he knew what I was thinking, but I was certain he saw me
admiring the book's cover. I couldn't help blushing as I made eye contact
with him.
	"Did you want me to add that to the tab, as well?"
	"Uh, oh, no, Mr. Mancini. Mom wouldn't like that," I said, putting
the comic back on the rack.
	"Bring it here."
	I gently grasped the book and walked over to the counter
timidly. Mr. Mancini took it and placed it in the bag with Mom's
medicine. "It's on the house for being good and waiting patiently. I'll
tell your mother; you won't have to worry." He knew Mom so well.
	"Thank you, Mr. Mancini," I said, smiling.
	"You're welcome, Daniel. See you soon."
	I waved and was out the door.

	It wasn't long before I had been to Arellio's Butcher Shop and was
walking up the stairs into my house. Closing the door behind me, I went to
my mother first, handing her the bag from Mr. Mancini's.
	"Go put the meat in the refrigerator."
	I came back moments later and saw that my comic was on her lap, as
she took one of her pills.
	"Would you like to explain this?," she said, holding the book up
briefly.
	"Mr. Mancini gave it to me."
	"What did I tell you about touching things that don't belong to
you?"
	"I was only looking, Mommy." I knew she wasn't going to let me have
it.
	"Did you ask him for it?"
	"No, Mom! He said I could have it for behaving in the store."
	"Well, he did call me. He said that you're always good when you go
in, so I'll let you have this for acting properly."
	She handed me the book. "Thank you, Mommy!" I wanted to hug her,
but she didn't make herself accessible with her feet up on the ottoman the
way they were.
	"And don't forget what I said: if you're not going to buy it, don't
touch it."
	"It was only twenty-five cents," I countered.
	"That's not the point. Cost is not the only concern; if you can't
buy it, you shouldn't be touching it. What if it had gotten torn? Do you
understand?"
	"Yes, Mom."
	"Are you going back out? Dinner will be at five."
	"No, I'll just go to my room to read."
	"I'll call you."

	Moments later I was up in my room, in my favorite chair in front of
my window, with my comic book opened on my lap.  In seconds I was lost in
the book; nothing in my world existed except that story. A story about how
Supergirl was on her way home when she was drawn to a planet where three
villains try to use her for their evil purposes. But a handsome son of one
of the villains is there to help her escape. He tells her to leave; not to
let the evil wizards use her. But before she can go, he takes her in his
arms and they share a romantic kiss! My heart nearly beat out of my chest
and I became dizzy with the thought that I was Supergirl, kissing my
Prince. I'd thought for a long time that I might be gay but it didn't hit
home until my reaction to the image on the page. I stared for long minutes
at that last panel. I finally calmed down and finished reading the
story. In the end, after a few tragedies, the Maid of Might survives the
battle.
	I closed the book and stared out the window, thinking vaguely of
the story but specifically about Supergirl. She had abilities I wish I had
always posessed; strength, bravery and intelligence. Not to mention the
super powers. And true, all super-heroes had those qualities, I just didn't
acknowledge it. No other super-hero mattered at that time. All I knew was
that she was everything I was not.
	I tried getting as close to her as possible. Putting the book on my
desk, I went around my room collecting the items I decided I needed. In
just a few moments I took off all my clothes(even my underwear) and changed
into a blue short-sleeve shirt and red shorts. Digging in the bottom of my
mother's closet, I pulled out a pair of red socks. These were mine from an
ugly Christmas outfit I'd been forced to wear several years before. Pulling
them over my feet, I then stood in front of the linen closet, door wide
open. I didn't see anything red, so I grabbed a brown bath towel. As I made
my way into my mother's room, where she had a tall mirror on the back of
her door, I tied one end of the towel around my neck. I had my cape!
	Seconds later, I stood in front of the mirror, fists resting on my
waist. My heart was beating a mile a minute and I was beaming at my
reflection. In reality, I most likely looked silly. But in my mind it was
all *perfect*! I was Supergirl!
	I wasn't sure how long I stood there, posing different ways that
super-heroes do, but eventually I made my way back to my favorite spot near
my window and read the story over and over. When I wasn't reading, I acted
out in the middle of my bedroom different scenes I formed in my mind. I
pretended I was Kara, saving the world from evil men.
	I was in one of my reading periods, once again stuck on the last
panel of page six, imagining I was being kissed by a handsome Prince. The
loud sound of my mother's voice echoed up the stairs and shattered my
daydream.
	"Daniel!"
	"Yes, Mommy?"
	"Dinner's ready."
	I didn't realize I had lost myself in my fantasy for so long.
	"Coming!"
	I dropped the book on my desk and shot down the stairs. Bounding
down the last three in one leap, I came to land right in front of Mom,
nearly crashing into her. I thought she was gonna kill me.
	"And who are you supposed to be?," she asked with a smile.
	My heart skipped a beat. There was no way she missed looking at the
cover of the comic when she took it out of her bag. And seeing there were
no male super-heroes on the cover, the answer was obvious. But all I could
do was stare at her and blush a deep shade of red.
	"It doesn't matter. Come on, um, Superman, to the table."
	I hurried into the dining room and my brothers were already serving
themselves.
	"You look stupid," my brother Matt said as I sat in my place.
	My other brother Jimmy just giggled.
	"Now, Matty, that's not nice. You were no different," Mom said as
she sat down. "If I remember correctly, years ago you thought you were one
of the Monkees. Don't you remember you insisted on getting a shirt with the
two rows of buttons down the front? And the blue polyester pants? And the
boots?"
	Now it was my brother's turn to blush.
	"So let your brother play," she said, running her hand through my
hair. And she was smiling again. At the time, I didn't understand her
change in moods. Just that morning she was all-business and now she was
like she didn't care about a thing in the world.
	For the next hour we sat, mostly quietly, having dinner. Mom made
meatloaf(another of my favorites), mashed potatoes, green beans and
beets. She was a great cook. She told us how Dad had to travel to Europe
for a while for his job. Which didn't matter much; we only saw him a little
bit even when he was working close to home. He worked for the County
Courthouse.  At least, that's what I was told.
	After dinner, we cleaned up. Mom washed the dishes, I dried them
and Matt and Jimmy put them away. Soon after, Mom went to her chair and got
on the telephone, my brothers went out and I went back up to my room. Again
I lost myself in the story of my comic, but all too soon, Mom came up and
told me it was bath time. I put my book away and took the towel from around
my neck. Leaving it on my bed, I took off my shirt and laid it next to the
towel. The socks, seconds later. I went into the bathroom and Mom was
turning off the water. I pulled off my shorts and stepped into the warm
water.
	"No undies, Danny?"
	I once again blushed and she grinned at me.
	"You'll get a rash, you know."
	I sat in the water as she wet a washcloth and bar of soap.
	"You have to soap up real good," she said, covering me with the
soapy water. She soaped all over my neck, chest, back and belly. "Stand up,
we need to do the rest of you." She wet the cloth a bit more and then
rubbed the soap on it, causing a lot of bubbles. Mom then cleaned my legs
and ass and moved the washcloth to the front where she wiped my balls
clean. She went to do my cock as well, but the cloth slipped into the water
and her fingers rubbed me instead. I instantly became hard at her touch.
	"Daniel Jason!"
	I stood there frozen in place and blushed deeply. It was the first
time I'd been hard in front of her. I was so scared.
	"I'm sorry, Daniel, I shouldn't have yelled like that," she said,
rubbing my head gently. "See why you need to take a bath on your own now? I
can't give you a bath forever; I shouldn't be doing it now. But it's okay,
honey, I'm not mad at you," she said, kissing my cheek. "Let's finish." She
handed me the wet washcloth and soap.
	"Make sure you clean both your front and back private areas
extremely well."
	So I stood there and quickly washed my cock and ass.
	I saw Mom grab her shampoo bottle. "Sit down," she said as she
squirted some in her hand.
	I sat in the cooling water and she scooped several handfuls of
water in her free hand and wet my head.
	"You need to learn to wash your hair, too. I'll do it this time,
but tomorrow I expect you to give yourself your own bath," she told me as
she rubbed and lathered the shampoo in my long hair. When she was done, I
reached for the bowl on the side of the tub to rinse myself. "No, not this
time." She hit the drain and the water began to run out. Turning the water
back on, she got the temperature right and turned a knob. Seconds later,
the water streamed from the shower and she nudged me under the spray. I
resisted as I felt the water run into my face. "Stop squirming!"
	"Mom, it's in my face!," I managed to say as shampoo and water
flowed off the top of my head.
	"Stop being a sissy. Supergirl wouldn't act like this."
	I felt Mom's hands tilt my head back and then run through my hair
as the water washed the soap out.
	"All you have to do is put your head back and run your hands
through your hair as the water goes through. All done.  Now stand under and
rinse the rest of you, then turn off the water."
	I did just as she instructed and as I turned off the water she came
back with a couple of towels; one to step on and one to dry
myself. Stepping out of the tub, she wrapped the towel around me and told
me to dry off, hang the towels and get dressed for bed.
	In minutes, I was in my room. But I did not dress in pajamas; I put
my Supergirl `costume' back on.
	I was sitting in my window when Mom came back up a half-hour later.
	"It's time for bed-" She stopped abruptly when she saw me. "How
come you don't have your pajamas on yet?"
	"I'm sorry, Mommy, I..." I stuttered as I got up and stood in front
of her.
	Her face brightened noticeably. "Oh, you wanted to wear that to bed
tonight?"
	All I could do was smile slightly and nod my head.
	"Alright, Princess," she said, pulling down my sheets, "into bed
with you."
	I climbed on the bed and settled in. She covered me lightly and
kissed my cheek. "Good night, sweetie."
	"Good night, Mom."
	She went back downstairs and I heard her dial the phone.
	I suddenly sat up. She called me `Princess'! Then something she
said to me in the shower echoed in my mind: `Stop being a sissy. Supergirl
wouldn't act like this.'
	She knew!

	My mind whirled for hours. It took some time, but I eventually fell
asleep. Asleep to dream the dreams of a perfect world where I could be who
and what I wanted to be. No bullies. No worries. No cares. When I sleepily
awoke the next morning, I didn't remember exactly what my dreams were, but
I knew they were wonderful. I felt as content and I felt as close to my
true self as I could feel. It was as if the visit to the drug store the day
before was a new door I had stumbled through and would never again go back.
	I finally got myself out of bed and looked out the window and saw
that it was pouring rain; I wouldn't be going anywhere today. As a matter
of fact, I didn't go anywhere for nearly six days. It rained constantly and
storms came through that whole week. I spent most of my time in my room,
playing, reading and listening to my small transistor radio. I also helped
Mom do some things around the house. And although the weather outside was
bad, Mom's behavior had gotten better. When she wasn't doing chores or
cooking, she was talking on the phone. I didn't hear exactly what she was
saying, but I did hear her giggle from time to time.
	During this time, the calendar changed from June to July. It was on
the evening of the 2nd when I was lying on my bed in t-shirt and undies,
reading. Mom came up the stairs and sat on the edge of my bed. She was
dressed in a thin shirt and very short shorts. She looked gorgeous. I mean,
she was beautiful all the time, but this was different. And she'd worn
shorts and shirts before, but nothing like this!
	"Time for your bath, sweetie," she said, caressing one of my legs.
	"Okay, Mommy," I said, getting off the bed.
	I went into the bathroom and turned on the water. I took off my
clothes and got in the tub as she came in and sat on the toilet. She sat
with one leg crossed over the other. I couldn't help but stare. Her shirt
was unbuttoned enough at the top that I could see inside. And her legs were
beautiful, too. She sat there humming to herself, stretching the foot she
had off the floor. It was delicate, soft-looking and her toes were painted
a lovely red. I continued to stare and my little cock got hard again for my
mother.
	She noticed me, unmoving, and saw where my gaze was
focused. "What's..." Then she saw my stiffy. "Oh, Daniel," she said
reaching for the washcloth and splashing me with it.
	"I'm sorry, Mommy."
	"Don't be, honey, it's normal. Just take your bath."
	For the next fifteen minutes she watched me bathe and rinse
myself. That would be the last bath I took with Mom sitting right with
me. She did keep an eye on me for future baths, but she'd often do it only
by poking her head in from time to time.
	Turning off the water, I took the towel she was holding and dried
myself before going back to my room. Putting on my pajamas, I climbed in
bed as she held the sheets for me.
	"No Supergirl tonight, sweetie?" It was the first time she
mentioned my costume since that first day.
	I shook my head slightly. "I don't want to wear it out." We giggled
together.
	"Good night, Princess."
	"Good night, Mommy. I love you."
	"I love you, sweetie," she said, then kissed me softly on the lips.
	Mom turned off the light. I was asleep before she got to the bottom
of the stairs. And again I had wonderful dreams.  I wasn't sure if it was
because of Mom's new behavior, the way she made me feel, her kiss or the
fact that she again called me `Supergirl' and `Princess'. But whatever the
reason, I was again in that world where I could be *me*.

	The next morning, I awoke to intense beams of sunlight streaming
through my window. I got out of bed, took a pee and went back in my room. I
straightened out my bed and saw that Mom, at some point during the night,
set some clothes out for me on the end of my bed. I stripped out of my
pajamas and put on the brown polo shirt, denim jeans and white socks she
picked. Putting on my Keds, I calmly headed down the stairs. My stomach was
raising a fuss, so my first plan was to eat. Mom wasn't in her chair; so
she must have decided to sleep late. I looked at the clock as I entered the
kitchen: it was 8:30.
	Two bowls of Captain Crunch later, I washed my dish. As I was going
through the dining room, I heard the front door close and saw Mom come in
from the foyer, dressed only in a short shiny robe that she had loosely
tied closed. I thought I saw a glimpse of a dark-haired man dressed in a
dark suit, but I wasn't sure and I figured Dad had come home early. It
quickly left my mind as Mom approached me, barefoot and smelling
pretty. This would be the first of many, many mornings I would see her
dressed this way.
	"Good morning, sweetie. Sleep well?"
	"Hi, Mom. Yeah, it was good."
	"Good," she said, bending down and kissing my forehead. I again saw
the top of her naked chest. I also noticed that she didn't have any clothes
on under the robe. I thought at that moment that whatever had changed Mom's
attitude, I wished it wouldn't stop. "Going out today?," she asked.
	"Yes."
	"That's good, you've been stuck inside all week. Where are you
going?"
	"The playground and stuff. Just around."
	"On those cannons, too?"
	"If it's okay, Mommy."
	"Sure it is, honey, as long as there's no mud. Don't forget it's
been wet all week." She kissed me again. "You've been really good lately
and I've not been too thankful to you. Would you like McDonald's for
lunch?"
	"Oh boy, would I!" Back then, McDonald's was a treat we had only a
few times a year.
	She reached for her purse and pulled out two dollars.
	"Whatever money is left, you can get more comic books."
	"Thanks, Mom!" I said hugging her.
	I kissed her and headed for the door.
	"Don't forget, dinner's at five!"
	"Okay, Mom!"

	Ten minutes later, I was at the park waiting for Al. I didn't sit
on the cannons; I didn't want to be attacked like I had been last time I
was there and I did notice that there were pockets of mud surrounding
them. So I sat on one of the benches that faced the direction in which Al's
house was located. This way I would see him coming and he could see me
easily.  I didn't have long to wait. After sitting for just a few short
minutes, I saw Al's big frame turn the corner where the pizza parlor was. I
got up and started walking toward him. Crossing the avenue, I met up with
him in front of the seafood market.
	"Hi, sweetie."
	"Hi, Al," I said smiling. I loved when he called me `sweetie'.
	"Ready for that tour I promised?"
	"I sure am!"
	We walked in silence back to his house, occasionally sharing a look
and a smile. We each knew that we wanted to share a hug, but because we
were out in public, we didn't want to take the chance of Mom somehow
finding out. But in no time we were inside his living room and I turned and
hugged him, my face pushing against his big body. But he pulled me away
slightly and got down on his knees and pulled me close to him. His prickly
beard rubbed on my cheek as he squeezed me tight.
	"I missed you, baby."
	"I missed you, too. I couldn't go out in the rain."
	He pulled back and looked in my eyes, "it's okay, I understand."
	Placing a hand behind my head, Al leaned in and kissed my mouth. He
kissed me softly, much longer than any of the kisses I shared with Mom, and
I felt his tongue gently on my lips as he pulled away. I had no idea how to
kiss, and I guess he saw the uneasiness on my face.
	"Don't worry, baby, I'll teach you how to kiss. Would you like
that?"
	"Oh, yes!," I said, wrapping my arms around his neck.
	He hugged me briefly and pulled back, "There's time for that
later. I promised you a tour," he said, standing up and taking my hand.
	He walked me around the ground floor, passing the bathroom I had
been in only a week before. He showed me the kitchen which was decorated in
pale yellow walls, frilly white curtains and many food-related
figurines. It was obvious that he kept things as his wife had set up. There
was a window in the back wall and one to the right side, above the sink. He
opened the door next to the fridge and I saw that it led to a large
backyard. The high wooden fence ran from one corner of the house all around
the rectangular lawn and finally connecting to the other corner, where a
gate stood closed and latched. The fence and the gate were made of long
slats of pointed boards that had no space between them. The yard had
neatly-trimmed grass and was very sparse, except for a small patio table
and chairs off to the right of the door and a tool shed that sat to the
left of the yard against the fence. In the far left corner of the yard
stood a large tree, its bulk casting a shadow across half the lawn.
	Closing the door behind us, we turned back inside and went through
a different doorway in the kitchen I hadn't noticed before. This one was on
the right side of the room and led to a small dining room. A four-seat
dining table sat atop a rug with fringes. To the right of the table was a
cabinet with dishes and more figurines. We walked through the dining room
and came back to his living room.
	"It's very nice," I said.
	"Thank you, sweetie."
	"What are all those figures in the kitchen and dining room?"
	"Well, my wife used to like collecting porcelain figurines. They're
many different things. Some are salt and pepper shakers; some are
containers to hold things like tea or coffee or sugar. There are a few
small cookie jars, too."
	"Any cookies?," I asked innocently.
	He laughed and rubbed my head. "Yes, I have some Oreos in one of
them. Would you like a few?"
	"Maybe after lunch," I said, grinning impishly. He couldn't help
chuckling.
	"Ready to see upstairs?"
	"Yeah!"
	We went up the stairs that ascended the left side of the
room. Stepping up on the landing I saw that there were four doors. The
first was a big bedroom, brightly lit due to the shades and white frilly
curtains being open. It was painted lavender, and all the room's contents
had a soft purplish tint. There was a large bed in the center of the room,
a couple of dressers in between the closet doors and a small table next to
the bed. The bed looked soft and comfy. And much like the kitchen and
dining area, the room was peppered with figurines and various
pictures. Several of these, atop the dressers, showed his wife in several
poses and locations. One picture was just a close-up. She was a beautiful
woman with curly dark hair; unlike my Mom who had straight, shoulder-length
black hair. She wore small, wire-rimmed glasses and had a pleasant smile. I
looked at Al and smiled; he knew I was admiring her, and he had a look of
appreciation on his face. Walking down the short hallway, I saw a small
bathroom; small because all it had was a shower, a sink and a toilet. The
door next to the bathroom was very narrow, so it must have contained the
linen closet. The door just ahead of us led into a smaller bedroom at the
front of the house. In this room, the shades were half-drawn and the
curtains were long, dark and gray. The walls were painted baby pink and it
had a small bed in it, unmade. A dresser and a desk were the only pieces of
furniture in the room, both bare of any items on top. Al saw the confused
expression I had on my face as I looked up at him.
	"My wife's niece used to stay with us for summers and long
holidays. This was her room. She's a bit older now and hasn't stayed since
Gloria died. So I don't use it."
	"I like your house."
	"Thank you, sweetie. But we have one more floor to look at."
	He took me by the hand and led me down the stairs. Turning toward
the kitchen, we stopped by a door that was just across from the
bathroom. He opened it and flicked a light switch and I saw the wooden
stairs heading down to his basement.  Leading the way, he guided me down
the narrow stairway and we ended up in a semi-dark, cool area. It was a
typical basement, not really much to speak of, but he directed me to the
back of the cellar and flipped another switch. This area of the room lit up
brilliantly under the brightness of the fluorescent lights.
	"This is my workshop."
	Along all three walls of that section of the basement were work
benches, each with three levels of shelves above the main bench top. As I
scanned the shelves, I saw tools and all sorts of pieces from radios:
speakers, cases, knobs, tubes and wires. There were even some small, square
transistor radios, much like the one I owned. I looked to the right section
of shelves and suddenly stopped. Al saw that my gaze fell on a small white
object, the size of a softball. He reached over and picked it up and put it
in my hands. It was like nothing I had ever seen before.
	"It's a radio, sweetie."
	The spherical radio had two round silver knobs, one for the volume
and one for the tuning. It had a small round window for the dial and on the
opposite side had a circular pattern of holes where the speaker was
placed. Around the circumference of the radio was a small indentation;
above it on one side was an earphone jack, on the other, a small chain
dangled with a key ring on the end.
	"It's a new radio, it just came out," he said as I cradled it in my
hands. "It's called a 'Panapet.'"
	He turned it on and the sounds of Elton John's "Rocket Man" flowed
beautifully from the speaker. I stood there, enraptured, by the sound of
the music. Al had pre-set the station to my favorite. When the song was
over, he switched it off and placed his hands under my own.
	"If you look at it a certain way, it looks like it has a face," he
said, raising my hands to the proper vantage point. It did! The two silver
knobs looked like eyes and the indentation across the middle looked like a
mouth. I looked at Al and giggled. "The chain is there so you can attach it
to something, but it also looks like a leash," he said as he smiled at my
fascination.
	"It looks like it's smiling."
	"It's yours, sweetie."
	"Huh?"
	"You can have it, if you want it. I would like you to have it."
	"Oh, I can't..."
	"Your mother?"
	"Yeah," I said sadly.
	"We'll figure something out. Let's go back upstairs."
	Al guided me back upstairs, as I carried the radio. We went back
into his living room and I put it on the table beside his easy chair.
	"Would you like to sit together, honey?"
	"Uh huh."
	"Okay," he said, patting his lap, "come sit."
	But I paused and looked down, embarrassed at what I was thinking.
	"What's wrong, sweetie?"
	"Can I be naked?," I asked, looking down at the floor.
	"Of course you can, if that's what you want."
	I looked up and smiled and began to take my sneakers and socks
off. As I removed my shirt, Al got up and walked to the windows and pulled
the shades down a bit lower. Not enough to darken the room, but enough in
case someone came onto his porch. He sat back in his chair as I removed my
undies. I then climbed up on him and hugged him and kissed his lips.
	"I'm glad you're happy, honey," he said as I took my place on his
lap.
	"I am," I said as I took one of his hands and placed it on my
thighs. I liked his touch. "I like feeling your hands on me." I couldn't
help blushing.
	"You don't have to be embarrassed with me, honey. Whatever you tell
me will be okay with me," he told me, rubbing my thighs and my
back. "Alright?"
	"Yes."
	"So what have you been doing this past week?," he asked.
	I gave him a quick idea of all that I had been doing around the
house: helping Mom with chores, which things I played with, the few books I
had read. But I gave him a complete account of what happened to me when I
saw the Supergirl comic book; how I dressed as her and paraded and mimed
fight scenes. I told him how many times I read the story and how it felt to
imagine being kissed and held by a handsome Prince. He didn't say anything;
he made a few noises as I told my story, but I could tell he listened
attentively. Throughout the whole story, he rubbed my back and lightly
caressed my legs, from my thighs down to my toes. It was during one of
these times he was rubbing my thighs when I took his hand and put it on my
cock. It surprised him a bit, and again I blushed, but I liked the way his
hand felt on me when I was in his bathtub and I wanted to feel it again. So
as I continued telling him about my playtime as Supergirl, he rubbed and
fondled my stiffy. I told him how Mom had noticed what I'd been doing in
the costume and that she even called me `Princess'.
	"Did you like it when she called you that?"
	"Yes," I said shyly.
	"It's okay, don't be embarrassed," he said, caressing my
cheek. "Would you like me to call you that sometime?"
	"Yes, please."
	He smiled at me, and his hand felt good on me. I shifted my
position a bit and accidentally put my hand in his lap.  My hand went right
on his cock. It felt hard and hot through his pants. I looked deep in his
eyes for a reaction.
	"What, honey?"
	I leaned in and whispered in his ear. I'm not sure why I did; there
wasn't anyone around to hear what I'd said. But I guess I was just too shy
to speak out loud.
	"Are you sure?"
	All I could do was nod my head.
	"Okay, baby. Step down for a moment."
	Al stood up and unbuttoned his shirt. His chest was covered with a
coating of brownish hair, slightly lighter than his beard. He took off his
shirt and his tummy and arms had a fine layer of hair as well. I would come
to love men termed as `bears'. Next he unbuttoned his jeans and dropped
them to the floor. As he was wearing no underwear his cock sprang up and
pointed itself right at me. I was mesmerized by it. It was easily bigger
than my hand. He stepped out of his moccasins and bunched-up jeans and sat
back in his chair. His cock pointed up at an angle and I couldn't take my
eyes off of it as I climbed back on his lap.
	You could raise the argument that I was being manipulated into
wanting to be naked with Al. But many times I have thought back on the
times we shared and I've never felt at any time that I was being taken
advantage of or being forced to do things I didn't want to do. We were
simply two lonely people who enjoyed being with one another.
	He sat me down and my thigh was pressed right against his cock. It
felt hard and soft at the same time. There was about two inches of his cock
sticking up above my thigh, so he took my right hand and placed it on the
head of his cock. I closed my hand around it and squeezed gently like he
was doing to mine. We continued our talk.
	"So your mother didn't mind you pretending to be Supergirl?"
	"No, I was so confused. She's been different all week. That night
when she called me for dinner, I ran down the stairs and almost knocked her
over. I thought I was gonna die. But she just asked me who I was dressed
as."
	"From what you told me, she already had an idea. You said you went
to the drug store for her?"
	"Yes."
	"Maybe it's the medicine she's taking."
	We sat there fondling each other and went on. I said how Mommy had
been nice to me all week and let me sleep in my Supergirl costume. I told
him about what happened when Mom touched my cock and when she saw my stiffy
as I stared at her at bathtime.
	"It sounds like she's dressing sexier now."
	I understood what he meant; the short shorts, the open shirt and
the short robe. I mentioned what she'd said and that she didn't get mad at
me; how I take my baths alone now, with Mom only poking her head in
occasionally.
	"I guess she wants to be careful that she doesn't see you naked
much anymore."
	I told him about Dad having to go to Europe to work and that Mommy
had been on the phone a lot the whole week. Al said it was possible she had
a friend and that might have added to her good moods.
	"Maybe she's talking with someone other than your father."
	I was listening to his explanation when I felt something wet on my
hand. I looked down and saw his precum had started to flow. He took a
finger and wiped it across the top of his cock. He pressed his finger to my
mouth and I instinctively opened my mouth and sucked on it. It reminded me
of the liquid that was inside chocolate-covered cherries.
	"It tastes sweet," I said as I ran my fingers through the wetness
that had leaked out.
	"I bet you make sweet cream, too," he said, smiling. I just blushed
and smiled back at him. "It's eleven-thirty, and you need to be home by
noon for lunch, right?"
	It was then I remembered Mom had given me money for McDonald's!
	"Not today! Mom gave me money to go to McDonald's because I was so
good all week and helped her around the house and she gave me two dollars
and what I don't use for lunch, I can buy more comic books!"
	"Whoa, take a breath, honey," he chuckled. "That's great that your
Mom gave you money. Would you like to go to McDonald's together?"
	"Yes!," I exclaimed, leaping off his lap toward the door.
	"Princess..."
	He had my immediate attention and I turned to him.
	"We have to get dressed first," he said, grinning.
	I blushed. "Oops, sorry..."

	Fifteen minutes later we entered McDonald's. My town was great; we
had so much to offer in such a small area. I pulled out one of my dollars
and went up to the counter. A smallish girl with a ponytail and dark-rimmed
glasses asked me what I wanted.
	"I'd like a hamburger, french fries and a chocolate shake, please."
	"Okay, your total is ninety-three cents, honey."
	I paid her and waited for my food. Al ordered his lunch and we
stood at the counter while the cooks set our items on trays.  In just a few
minutes we were sitting in a booth on the far side of the restaurant.
	"You got a big burger!," I said.
	"I like the Big Macs. Besides, I'm a big man," he joked.
	We shared some small talk while we had lunch. Al showed me how to
dip a fry into my shake. When he first mentioned, it, I wrinkled my
nose. It sounded gross. But he had me try it and it was delicious! So for
the remainder of my lunch, almost every other fry was dipped in my
drink. We also discussed what we might want to do when we got back to his
house. He suggested that instead of sitting in his living room, we go
upstairs in his bedroom to spend time. I thought this was a great idea and
I told him so. We finished up and left for his house.
	On the way, we discussed the idea he came up with of how I could
get Mom to let me have his radio. Al said he would take it to his friend at
the radio and television repair shop on the Avenue and have him `sell' it
to me for $5. It sounded like a good plan; I was sure Mom would be okay
with it.
	It was 12:30 by the time we walked into his house. Closing and
locking the door behind me, I turned and told him that I needed to leave by
four-thirty; this way I would have time to go to the drug store to buy more
comic books and then be home for dinner at five. He agreed and took my hand
and walked me up the stairs.
	Once in the bedroom, he told me to get comfy. As I pulled my
clothes off for him for the second time that day, Al pulled the blankets to
the side of the bed and fluffed the pillows. Walking around to where I was
standing, he took his clothes off as well; in no time he was naked. I stood
there, still in my undies, clutching my tiny penis.
	"What's wrong, sweetie?"
	"I have to pee."
	"Oh," he chuckled. "Take off your undies."
	I pulled them over my small ass and let them slip down my thighs
and legs. Stepping out of them, he guided me out to the small bathroom and
flicked the light. I stood in front of the toilet and felt Al standing
right behind me, his hard cock poking me in the back. I pointed my dick at
the bowl and let loose a long stream I didn't realize I'd been holding
in. Once done, I rinsed my hands in the sink and we returned to the
room. Al climbed up on his bed and patted it for me to join him.  In
seconds I was up on the soft mattress feeling his hands all over me. We
soon settled and lay together, facing each other, our cocks in each other's
hand. After momentarily looking deep in my eyes, he leaned in and started
kissing my mouth softly.  I wasn't sure what to do, so I copied what Al was
doing with his mouth.
	In a just little while, he had taught me how to give soft kisses,
occasionally using my tongue to rub lightly against his or to softly lick
his lips. Although I kept my hands busy with his cock, he went from rubbing
my cock to caressing my ass, even running his fingers up my crack and
tickling my hole. My hand was getting wet and sticky with his precum.
Frequently, I would raise a hand and lick my fingers to taste his wonderful
fluid. The more I rubbed and squeezed his cock, the hotter, harder and
wetter it got.
	"Lay on your back, baby."
	I positioned myself in the middle of the bed and lay on my back as
instructed. My head was elevated on his pillows and I could see him lean
down and start to place soft kisses on my chest. After several kisses
there, he trailed his tongue and more kisses down my tummy. Then he went
down one of my thighs all the way down to my foot. His kissing and licking
around my foot and toes was giving me such wonderful feelings. It tickled
and made me feel funny in my tummy and cock areas. He licked and sucked my
toes and I started breathing rapidly. Changing to my other foot, he
repeated his actions and eventually made his way back up to my face where
he gave me deep kisses, poking his tongue in my mouth. Our tongues flicked
and rubbed together rapidly.
	Breaking the kiss, he said, "You're so pretty, sweetie."
	I couldn't help but blush. As I looked down, I saw that Al's cock
was wet and glistening. I reached out and rubbed the tip, causing him to
moan.
	Al guided my hand to my mouth so I could once again lick my
fingers. Then he got off the bed and went to one of the dressers. Opening
one of the drawers, he pulled out several magazines and got back on the bed
next to me. The magazines were filled with black and white pictures of
naked men and women. They were in all sorts of poses; hugging, kissing, men
on top, women on their hands and knees. Pages upon pages displayed men
sticking their cocks in the women: some from the front, some from
behind. Various pictures showed men with their heads in between the women's
legs, others showed women with their mouths firmly over the man's cock. Al
said that they were all giving each other pleasure in the different ways I
was seeing. They did all look like they were enjoying themselves and I
imagined myself in the woman's place that had her man's cock in her
mouth. The images of the women themselves did nothing for me; but what did
was imagining I was the woman, pleasuring my men.  Several pages showed men
holding their cocks with sperm shooting out the tips. Some of the pictures
were of women with sperm on their faces and mouths; others showed the men
squirting it on the women's tummies. I was captivated by Al's magazines; I
looked through them over and over as he squeezed and stroked my hard
cock. My breathing was rapid and my cock tingled.
	"Turn over on your tummy," he said.
	I put the magazines aside and lay on my stomach and waited for him
to start kissing my shoulders and back. But I was mistaken as Al leaned
down and placed wet licks and soft kisses all over my small ass.
	"You have such a gorgeous ass, baby."
	"Thank you, Daddy," I said, before I realized what I'd called
him. I panicked and gasped and covered my face. "I-I'm sorry..."
	"Hey, it's alright, Darling," he said, caressing my head and
kissing my cheek. "Don't be sorry. You can call me `Daddy' if you want. I
like it." He smiled lovingly at me. "Now relax, okay?"
	He calmed me down and he went back to kissing my bottom. It tickled
as he alternated his lips and tongue on my soft skin. His coarse beard
occasionally sent tingles across my skin as well. As he kissed and licked,
he rubbed his hard cock on the soles of my feet. I could feel the coolness
as his precum left a thin film of wetness on them.  He then grasped my ass
and parted my small cheeks, continuing to trail his lips and tongue up and
down my ass crack. For a few minutes, he stopped to kiss and lick my tiny
asshole directly. It was an amazing feeling and I couldn't stop from
moaning out loud. This just prompted Al to do it more. More lips and
kisses, more licks and tongue. He even stuck his tongue partway inside my
hole and wiggled it; it felt hot and wet and so good that I pushed my cock
into the mattress, making a humping motion as Al pumped his cock against my
feet. I was going wild rubbing my cock on the bed.
	After a bit, he raised his head and asked, "Would you like to watch
me shoot my sperm, baby?"
	I turned my head and nodded, "uh huh," I uttered.
	He nudged me to flip over and I once again settled back on the
pillows, my legs stretched out toward his kneeling body at the end of the
bed; my toes barely touching his balls. I was mesmerized by his hand going
back and forth up and down his beautiful cock. For some reason, it looked
hotter watching Al stroke his cock than it did when I watched myself. As he
brought his fist up to the top, precum leaked and dripped onto my feet;
strings of fluid connecting my feet to the tip of his cock. He was stroking
his cock and pumping his fist at the same time; his breathing had quickened
and the top of his cock widened. I wiggled my toes and felt them brush
lightly against the bottom of his cock.
	We locked eyes. "Oh, baby, you're so beautiful," he moaned.
	He looked down and I followed his gaze in time to see his pee hole
open and a thick jet of his sperm gushed out. It had such force behind it,
it flew towards me; some landing on my neck, but some landing on my
cheek. I felt it drip down to the corner of my mouth and I instinctively
licked at it. More streams of his hot fluid squirted out onto my
body. There was a trail of is sperm up and down my chest, belly, my cock
and balls and my thighs. He moved back slightly and squeezed out the last
of his sperm on my wiggling toes.
	"You spurted so much!"
	He panted heavily as the last droplets of fluid oozed out on my
toes. "Oh, honey, I haven't cum in ages. You got me so excited."
	He continued breathing heavy as he let his cock rest in the
splashes of sperm that had landed on the top of my feet.  He rubbed his
softening cock all over my feet and toes, causing little tickles. I felt
some of his sperm leak in between my toes and I wiggled them more, feeling
the cooling liquid squish in between them. He got down off the bed and came
up to the side of the bed where my head was. He put his hand behind my head
and pulled it toward his semi-hard cock. Wordlessly, he forced his cock in
my mouth and plunged the cum-covered penis in my mouth, momentarily gagging
me.
	"Suck all the cum off, Princess. Use your tongue more...yes, that's
it."
	I did as demanded. I used my lips and tongue to lick and suck all
of the sperm I could collect in my mouth. As I reached the tip, he said,
"Swallow it. Always swallow when a man sperm's your mouth."
	I again did as I was told and felt the slimy mixture ooze past the
back of my throat. I took my mouth off his cock and lay back on the bed.
	He lovingly rubbed the top of my head, "That felt good, baby. Now
clean my cum off your body."
	I looked around the room, "But I don't see a towel."
	"Eat it," he said.
	I paused briefly and then realized he wanted me to collect all of
his sperm from my body and swallow it. So I gathered as much in my fingers
that I could and licked them clean. Swallowing numerous scoops of the
sticky fluid, I got most of his cum off my body, from my chest down to my
thighs. All that was left was on the tops of my feet and toes.
	"Suck the sperm off your toes," he said, grabbing my ankle and
bringing a foot to my lips. I caught a strong whiff of his cum as he pushed
on the back my head, forcing my toes in my opening mouth. My cock tingled
hotly. I sucked with my lips and used my tongue all over and in between
each toe as I had done with his cock.
	"That's a good girl."
	In no time, I had both of my feet cleaned of his wonderful
sperm. All that remained was a thin film of spit that left a cooling
feeling on my skin. I rested on the pillows as he reached down to fondle my
cock.
	"That feels good, Daddy," I cooed.
	"Would you like me to make it feel even better, baby?"
	"Oh, yes, Daddy...please."
	He climbed up on the bed, widened my legs apart and kneeled in
between them. He licked and sucked his middle finger for a little and then
started rubbing it on my puckered poop hole. I closed my eyes and enjoyed
the feelings. He made small circles around the edge and occasionally poked
in his fingertip; I was soon breathing rapidly. I opened my eyes briefly to
watch him lean down and take my stiffy in his mouth. I moaned loudly and
closed my eyes, lost in the wonderful tickles and tingles that were going
back and forth between my dick and my asshole. I felt his finger slowly
pump my ass and I humped into his mouth in rhythm with his finger. The
feelings were getting stronger and my toes started flexing. I soon felt I
had to pee, badly.
	"D-daddy...uhn, I-I'm..."
	Al suckled my dick and I felt as though my cock and balls were
going to explode. The tingles I was feeling turned to shocks and my body
stiffened up and I moaned so loudly, it was almost a yell. I shuddered and
trembled as Al sucked my stiffy and wiggled his fingertip in my poop hole
and I was overcome by feelings I'd never experienced so intensely
before. After I'd stopped shaking, he took his mouth off my cock and
slipped his finger out of my hole. I lay there, panting heavily, looking at
his smiling face through hazy eyes.
	"How was it?," he asked.
	It was an amazing feeling and I didn't know what to say, so I just
lay there smiling. He lay next to me on the bed, just lightly rubbing my
tummy, placing soft kisses on my face and mouth. I must have fallen asleep,
because sometime later I was being shaken gently and heard `Princess'.
	"Princess...it's time to get you ready to go home."
	I woke up and we went downstairs, naked, to the bathroom. Al got
the shower ready and rinsed me down, washing off the sweat and sperm smells
that were on me. Soon after, I was dressed and standing with him in the
living room. He was finishing up getting dressed himself.
	"Did you have a good time, sweetie?"
	"Oh, boy, did I," I answered, smiling.
	"Then we'll do it as often as you want. And we'll do more, when and
if you want to."
	Al walked me up to the drug store and waited outside as I picked
out five more comic books. In no time I was at the end of my street saying
goodbye to Al. I promised I would see him as soon as I could so we could
play more sex games together.

	A couple of days later, I asked Mom if I could have five dollars so
I could buy a new radio that I had seen in the repair shop window. I told
her that the man was holding it for me as it was the only one that he had
in stock. I didn't get to see Al, but he had said he would arrange for the
man to hold the radio and sell it only to me. As I'd been behaving myself
and helping Mom as much as possible, I knew she would let me get it. It
also helped that she was in a constant good mood. So she gave me the
five-dollar bill and I went to see Bill, the store owner, and returned home
with my sparkling new radio.  Mommy was very pleased with it and she said
she thought it looked cute! I sat on her lap, showing her what the knobs
did and let her change the stations. After a few songs she said she needed
to make some calls and sent me to my room to enjoy my new toy. I gave her a
hug, many kisses and a few `I love you's for letting me have it. I've loved
that radio from day one. That radio got a permanent home on the top of my
desk, and no matter where I've been, it has always been an item I keep on
my desk to this day. Although the days of pop music on AM radio are long
gone, the radio still works as good as it did that first day I held it in
my hands.

	The following day I met Al at Military Park. I told him I got the
radio from Bill and he said he was going to keep my five dollars at his
house in case I needed money for anything. I thanked him over and over
again for that radio.
	"It's my gift to you, sweetie," he said, locking the door as we
stepped into the living room. "I have your five dollars here," he pointed
to the small table next to his easy chair.
	I went to him and wrapped my arms around his waist as far as they
would go and hugged him tightly.
	"Thank you, Daddy."
	I felt his hands rub my back and shoulders.
	"You're welcome, baby. Home for lunch at noon?"
	"Yes, Sir."
	"Okay, I'll keep an eye on the clock. Let's go downstairs," he said
smiling.
	We went down to the cellar and straight to his workshop. He flipped
the lights on and I sat on a stool at one of the workbenches. Grabbing a
similar stool, he sat down right next to me.
	"I could use some help putting these radios back together," he
said, pointing toward an assortment of parts on the benchtop in front of
us. I must have shown the disappointment I was feeling because he put his
arm around me and said, "Baby, it's important for you to understand that I
want you to be more to me than just someone to play sex games with. I want
to be your friend, too. We still need to keep our friendship, and the
things we do, a secret between us. But I want to do so much more with
you. I want to teach you things other than sex stuff," he said, caressing
my chin.
	"I would like that."
	"Ready to help me with these radios?"
	"Yes, Sir."
	For that whole day, minus and hour to go home for lunch, I helped
Al fix and put together six radios that he said he had to bring to the
shop. He showed me the different parts that made up transistor radios as
well as the much older radios that had tubes. He taught me how to use a
soldering iron and I got to use screwdrivers and other tools to help him
rebuild the radios. I also learned how to follow instructions in exact
steps to make sure that no parts were left out. That day would be the first
of many days that Al and I would spend working on radios in his cellar. And
thanks to Al, not only did he arrange for me to eventually help out at the
repair shop, he also planted the seeds of what would become a career for me
later in life, both in the U.S. Navy and the years after.

	It was over a week until I had the chance again to see Al. Mom kept
me busy, Dad came back from Europe and caused a fuss for some reason I
didn't know anything about at the time and my brothers had a two-day visit
to a military school they were going to enroll in. All told, it was a
pretty harsh week and I was glad to be able to get out of the house. I
asked Mom if I could eat at McDonald's again and she handed me two
dollars. That gave me that whole Saturday to spend time with Al.
	I hugged and kissed Mommy goodbye. At 9 o'clock sharp, I was on the
bench at Military Park waiting for Al. He didn't disappoint. Minutes after
I sat to wait, I saw him come around the corner and wave to me. I returned
the wave, got up and crossed the street and once again met up with him in
front of the seafood store.
	On the way to his house, I told him how my week had gone and all
the different things that had happened around our house. He asked if I knew
what was going on between Mom and Dad and I told him they argued a bit and
then Dad left in a hurry.  Al said that it looked more and more to him that
Mom had a boyfriend and that Dad had a girlfriend. I wouldn't know for
years just how correctly Al had guessed.
	We finally reached his house and I went and hugged him tightly as
he finished locking the front door.
	"What time do you have to be home for lunch, baby?"
	I looked up at him, still holding onto his big waist. "I
don't. Mommy gave me money for McDonald's again!"
	"Okay, great! What did you want to do today?"
	"Can we go upstairs?," I asked innocently.
	"Sure we can, baby," he said, taking my hand and leading the way.
	It wasn't long before we were naked and standing, hard and excited,
in front of each other. I reached around him as I did earlier and hugged
him; this time feeling his hard cock pressing on my chest. His big arms
went around me and I could feel him push against me a bit. The side of my
face was against his big belly and I loved the way his hair felt on my
skin.  And I just loved the way he smelled; he didn't wear any perfume or
anything, it was just a natural man smell.
	"Can we lay on the bed and kiss?," I asked, looking up at him over
his belly.
	"Of course, baby. Anything you want to do, just say so."
	We climbed on the bed and took our familiar positions; me on my
back with Al to my right, lying on his side, caressing my tummy and hot
stiffy. I felt his cock poke my thigh and I reached down and grabbed it and
squeezed gently, starting a slow stroking motion that I knew he liked. I
looked up at him and he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my open mouth,
our tongues flicking together lovingly.
	He raised his head to look deep in my eyes, "I love you, Princess."
	"I love you, Daddy," I answered as he leaned down again.
	We lay just like that for a long time, exchanging kisses and
touching each other all over. Al's cock eventually started to leak precum
and my thigh and hand were covered in his sticky fluid. I loved the
feeling. He dipped his finger in his precum and brought it to my mouth, but
this time smearing it all over my lips, coating them and making them all
sticky. I would come to absolutely love smearing my man's precum all over
my lips.
	"Daddy, um..."
	"Yes, honey?"
	"Could you, um, put your thingy in my mouth?," I asked, blushing.
	"Are you sure that's what you want?"
	"Yes, Sir. You did it for me and I want to do it for you and want
know what it's like." I said looking up at him.
	"You don't have to do that, baby."
	"I want to, Daddy. Please?"
	"Okay, baby. Let me lay down and you get like I was last time we
were here. Just do what I did last time and suck on it like you would a
popsicle."
	Al leaned back on the pillows and opened his legs as I climbed over
him and kneeled between his thighs.
	"Will you sperm in my mouth?"
	He seemed surprised at my question. "Uh, are you sure you're ready
for that, honey? Once I start, I won't be able to stop. If I shoot it in
your mouth, you'll have to swallow it."
	"What's it like?"
	"You've already tasted it. But this time it'll squirt in your mouth
at first, then it'll ooze like it's going through a straw. Are you still
sure?"
	"I'm sure."
	"Okay, baby. Go ahead."
	I leaned down and kissed the top of Al's cock, feeling the precum
smear on my lips. I took hold of it in my right hand and brought my tongue
up and down the smooth, yet tight, skin. Droplets of precum oozed out the
tip and I licked them up. Moments later I pushed my head down and his cock
entered my mouth for the first time. I went too far and felt the head poke
the back of my throat, causing me to gag.
	"Easy, baby," he said, softly caressing my head.
	I raised my head, sucking as I went up his cock. I settled on
taking the top part of his cock in my mouth, sucking and licking and
flicking my tongue all around it. He started moaning and slightly pumping
my mouth. He put his other hand on my head, using both hands to show me
that when he rose up, I was to go down. I guessed correctly that when he
went back down on the bed, I was to bring my mouth up. We continued this
pace for a while; and as we did, he breathed heavily, his cock got harder
and leaked precum so much it nearly poured from his cock and his hands
increased the pressure on my head.
	"Oh, baby, get ready, okay?"
	All I could do was "Mm hmm" around his cock as he had a firm hold
of my head.
	"As...your mouth fills...just swallow..."
	He pumped his cock roughly into my mouth several more times.
	"Here it comes, honey."
	I was ready for him to cum, but I wasn't prepared for it. His sperm
shot so hard at the back of my throat that I gagged violently and some came
out of my nose. I thought I was going to throw up on him, but the second
spurt came so quickly that I didn't have time to think about it as I
swallowed automatically to avoid choking.
	"Oh, Princess, I love you," he moaned loudly.
	Once that throatful of cum made its way to my tummy, his cock
throbbed and I felt several more spurts fill my mouth.  I ran my tongue
around the tip of his cock, feeling the sperm swish in my mouth. When I
thought it would leak out from my lips, I swallowed deeply. I felt its heat
as it oozed down my throat. He squirted three more times and I quickly
swallowed those as well. When he finished spurting, he lay there panting,
his softening cock still firmly wedged in my mouth. I ran my tongue all
around it and he jerked and shivered each time I brushed the tip with my
tongue.
	"Oh, baby, that's enough," he said lifting my head. His cock popped
out of my mouth and lay glistening on his belly.  "Too sensitive," he
chuckled.
	I smiled at him, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Suddenly
a burp rose from my stomach and it escaped my lips before I could cover my
mouth. I blushed.
	He laughed and said, "that's okay, sweetie, it's normal for that to
happen."
	He pulled me up to him by my underarms and our faces were inches
apart. He pressed on the back of my head and our lips met in a soft, wet
kiss.
	"I love you, baby."
	"I love you, Daddy."
	I spent the next hour lying on top of Al as we kissed. We did
nothing else that morning except enjoy the closeness and love that was
building between us. Around noon, we dressed and made our way to McDonald's
for lunch. The weather was beautiful and we stopped at Military Park on the
way back to his house to enjoy some time outside. But the day was just so
nice that we stayed there for the rest of the afternoon, being careful not
show much contact in case someone I knew saw us together.

	September eventually arrived and my visits to Al had to be limited
to only Saturdays because of school during the week and Sundays being spent
with Gramma, but we made the most of each of those Saturdays. I adored
being in his arms and kissing him; I loved sucking his cock and having him
sperm in my mouth and it thrilled me when he licked and kissed me all
over. We spent many hours sharing our love for one another, but we also
spent a lot of non-sexual time together as well. I learned things from him
that I paired with things Mom had taught me which would ultimately guide me
for the rest of my life.  He was the father I never had.

	+++ +++ +++ +++ +++

	October, 1972
	One Wednesday in early October I had gotten sick at school and gone
home early. I was miserable the whole day being feverish and sick to my
stomach. Mom sent me right to bed and had the doctor come check me out. He
said it was just a minor bug and I had to stay home for a couple of
days. He gave me a shot and I sat on Mom's lap and cried, her arms wrapped
around me. Eventually I calmed down and fell asleep, sucking my thumb and
holding one of her stuffed bears.
	I awoke sometime later to find I was all alone.
	"Mommy?..." I was still half-asleep and I panicked, thinking Mom
was gone. "Mommy!" I got so hot I pushed the blanket off me.
	Seconds later she came around the doorway. "What's wrong, sweetie?"
	She came close to the bed and I got on my knees to hug her. "I
thought you left me," I whimpered, fully awake.
	"No, baby, I'd never leave you. Shhhhhh. I was just in my room,
talking on the phone. You're alright." She settled me back on the
bed. "Relax, baby. Do you need anything?"
	"I'm all hot...and kinda thirsty," I panted.
	"Okay, I'll be right back."
	A bit later, Mom came back with a cool cloth for my head. She
didn't bring anything to drink, instead carrying a cup of chicken noodle
soup and some crackers. Mom stayed with me while I ate. I was so hungry I
could've eaten more, but she said we needed to see how my tummy acted. When
I was done, she went to her room to relax and I stayed in bed, reading my
comic books and watching some TV. My brothers came by my room after they
got out of school. Even though they acted tough all the time, I knew that
they cared about me. Matt even brought a few of his `Hardy Boys' books for
me to read.
	"Just don't puke on them," he joked, rubbing his hand on my head.
	 I spent the next few hours reading. Mom poked her head in every so
often to check on me. After it got dark, she wanted to go downstairs to
watch TV and I tagged along, so she could keep an eye on me. Between the
day I'd had, the reading and the lateness of the hour, I began to feel
tired. Mom had me climb up on her lap and we sat in her chair watching
TV. She had an arm around me and was holding me close. I rested my head on
her chest and hugged her bear. Between hearing her heartbeat, feeling her
steady breathing and inhaling her lovely smell, I was soon asleep, again
sucking my thumb. To this day, there are times I fall asleep with my
stuffed bear lodged snugly in my arms, my thumb firmly in my suckling
mouth.

	By Friday I was feeling better, but Mom decided it was silly to
send me to school for just one day, so I got to stay home and help her
around the house with chores. Afterwards, I had the rest of the day to hang
in my room. I couldn't wait to see Al the next morning; only seeing him on
weekends was driving me crazy. I wasn't sure I could get Mom to give me
money for McDonald's again, so I just planned to come home for lunch at
noon, and then go right back to Al's. I asked Mom if there was anything I
needed to do for her; I wanted to be outside as much as I could on
Saturday, as I had been home sick most of the week. Since we'd done what
was needed around the house, I was free to spend my Friday night watching
TV.

	The next morning I was dressed and ready for breakfast by 8
o'clock. It had been days since I was last out, and I was ready to go. Mom
was up too; she was in the kitchen making breakfast, humming as she worked
over the stove. I stood there staring at her; she had nothing on but a
shiny pink robe, tied at her waist. She didn't have any pajama bottoms on
and her feet were bare. She caught sight of me out of the corner of her
eye.
	"Morning, sweetie," she said between hums.
	"Hi, Mom."
	"Would you like bacon and eggs this morning?"
	"Yes, please."
	"Toast?"
	"Okay."
	I watched her walk to the fridge. Opening the door, she leaned over
and reached in and grabbed the butter. I couldn't help noticing that her
panties matched her robe. I felt a tingle in my undies and my cock got
stiff and I rubbed it without thinking.
	"Young man, what are you doing?"
	I didn't notice she had turned around, catching me looking at her
panties. I blushed and before I could say anything she turned back to the
stove.
	"Get dishes for us, okay, sweetie?"
	"Yes, Mommy."
	We sat together and had breakfast, but nothing was mentioned about
me looking under her robe. I helped her do the dishes and soon after,
kissed and hugged her and was out the door.

	By 9:15, me and Al were in his living room, hugging and exchanging
kisses. While we sat in his kitchen having Oreos and milk, I told him that
I had been sick during the week. I also mentioned how Mom had been dressed
before breakfast that morning.
	"What did you think?"
	"She was so pretty...I..."
	"You got a boner, didn't you?"
	I blushed and nodded. "I got one when she bent over."
	"Well, that's normal. Did she see you looking?"
	"Yes. But she really didn't say anything about it. I mean, she did
ask me what I was doing when she saw me rubbing my cock, but she didn't get
mad."
	"She understands. Besides, you have two older brothers, so I'm sure
she's gone through it before. You're not the first boy to get excited
looking at his mother."
	"She just looked so..."
	"I know, baby."
	I was at a loss for words, at least where Mom was concerned, so we
just sat there finishing our cookies and milk.
	"How would you like to spend the day?," he asked.
	I got off the chair and went and hugged him.
	"You want to go upstairs, do you?," he asked with a grin.
	"Yes, Daddy, I have a boner. I love doing that stuff with you."
	He took my face in his hands and kissed mouth.
	"And I love doing it with you. Do you have to be home for lunch?"
	"Yes, Sir, at twelve."
	"Okay, let's go."
	In no time we were up on his bed, naked and lying down, facing each
other. We kissed as I felt his hard cock poking me and I rubbed my stiffy
on his hairy belly. I reached down and grabbed hold of his cock; I loved
how it felt soft, hard and hot all at the same time. I stroked its length,
feeling it throb in my hand as I rubbed my feet lightly on Al's legs.  I
could have stayed like that forever, but soon after, I wanted to feel his
cock in my mouth, and I told him so.
	"Okay, baby, but let's do something a little different."
	"Like what?"
	"Let me show you."
	He got down off the bed for a moment to get one of his
magazines. Opening it to a page in the middle, he showed me a picture of
two men; one was on top of the other, but they were in opposite directions,
each sucking the other's cock. Al said the position was called
`sixty-nine'. I laughed as it sounded silly and he drew a little picture to
explain what it meant. I understood, but it still sounded silly.
	"We can do that?," I asked.
	"Yes, if you want to try it."
	 Al put the magazine down and lay on the bed. I climbed on top of
him and felt his hands on my bare ass, rubbing and squeezing. I positioned
my face right above his cock and didn't wait to start licking it. It jumped
each time my tongue touched it. In seconds, I felt Al's mouth on my hard
cock. The feelings he was giving me between his mouth and his hands on my
ass, I couldn't stop myself from moaning. I soon held his cock and pointed
it toward my mouth.
	"Suck me, baby. Suck Daddy's cock," he panted.
	I did as I was told. As I put my mouth over it, I felt it leak
precum and he moaned around my cock. We stayed that way for several
minutes; each sucking and slurping each other's cock.
	Minutes later, I felt his tongue lick my butthole. He licked all
around it, occasionally poking his tongue in. I moaned around his cock as
he licked and poked me. It felt almost as good as when he sucked my dick.
	"You have such a sweet asshole, baby," he said, grabbing my small
ass cheeks and spreading them wider.
	For the next several minutes, Al poked his tongue in my hole in
quick in-and-out motions.
	"Oh, suck, baby, suck. You're so good at it."
	I loved his encouragements and compliments.
	"I'm gonna sperm, honey."
	I flicked my tongue all around the head of his cock and I felt the
first jet of his hot cum shoot against my tongue.  Several more spurts
filled my mouth and I swallowed happily. I moaned around his cock as he
came; pumping his cock in my mouth in time with his spurts. I felt his hot
breath on my moist asshole as he panted, lost in his orgasm.
	"Oh, baby...you're so good to Daddy."
	I took my mouth off his softening cock, slurping my way up to make
sure I didn't leave any sperm behind. Climbing off Al, I lay down next to
him and kissed his mouth as he calmed from his cum.
	"That was great, honey. Thank you for making me feel so good."
	"You're welcome, Daddy. Could you lick me more? I liked that."
	"Of course, baby," he said, rising up on the bed.
	Al had me lay down with my legs hanging over the side of the
bed. He got down and kneeled on the floor and started licking and kissing
my toes. Working his way up my legs and thighs, he raised my legs and
parted them and flicked his tongue over my needy asshole. He had a strong
grip on my ankles as he worked his tongue in and around my hole. Kisses and
licks were given in between his tongue entering my tight pooper.
	Al looked up and saw that I had reached down and started rubbing my
stiffy, so he rose up and took it in his mouth, sucking on it. Moments
later, I felt his finger tickling my hole. Then as he sucked and licked
around my little balls, he stuck the tip of his finger in my ass, wiggling
it gently. I was in heaven. But it got better as he went back to sucking my
dick and I felt more of his finger enter me. Soon after, he started pumping
his entire finger in my hole.
	"Daddy, that feels good."
	He moaned around my cock and stopped fingering me long enough to
start working a second finger in me. I was getting a full feeling, and I
grunted at his entry.
	"Are you doing okay, sweetie?"
	"Uh, okay, hurts a little."
	"I'll go slow."
	He went back down and licked more and made my hole real wet and
then went back to sucking me. Pushing his two fingertips in my hole, the
wetness made then slide in easily. I reached up and rubbed my hand on his
head. This was a new feeling and I wondered what more he could teach me. In
no time, Al was pumping two thick fingers in my hole and I felt the
sensation build that I was going to have another orgasm for him.
	"Daddy...I'm gonna do it..."
	He increased the pumping of my hole and sucked harder on my cock. I
again felt as though it was going to explode.  Suddenly, I cried out and my
hole clenched and throbbed around his fingers as my cock pulsed hotly in
his mouth. The spasms took hold of my body and I held onto his head as my
legs went up and around his shoulders. He wiggled his fingers inside me
rapidly. I had no control of how my body responded; I just lay there as the
waves of pleasure washed over me.
	I soon began to calm down and Al took his fingers out of me slowly;
I whimpered at the feeling of emptiness. He sat on the bed next to me as my
legs finally hung limply over the side of the bed.
	"How was that, baby?"
	"Wonderful, Daddy," I said softly.
	"It can feel even better."
	"How?"
	"With my cock fucking you instead of my fingers."
	"Really?"
	"Yes. But that's for another time. My cock is a bit bigger than my
fingers, so it would take time to get you ready for it. I don't want to
hurt you."
	"Okay."
	We spent the better part of an hour on the bed lying close, just
kissing and chatting. `Pillow talk', he called it.

	At noon, I was at the kitchen table with Mom, having my lunch. By
this time, she had changed into a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled
up and a pair of shorts. I couldn't help noticing her feet were still bare.
	"Did you need me to go to the store for you, Mommy?," I asked in
between bites of my egg salad sandwich.
	"No, sweetie, I don't think there's anything I need," she said,
pouring herself coffee.
	"Okay. I have some change left and was going to Mr. Mancini's and
check out the comic books."
	"Where else will you be going this afternoon?"
	"I dunno, I thought about the playground again."
	"You said you were going there this morning, your brothers didn't
see you."
	Uh oh.
	"Oh, well, I was inside the fort." The `fort' was actually a
combination of monkey bars, two slides and connecting tubes to form one big
object to play on.
	"Okay, be careful on that, will you?"
	"Yes, Mommy."
	"What would you like to have for dinner tonight?"
	I thought about it for a bit and replied, "mac and cheese?"
	"Okay, sweetie. Wash your dishes and be home by five."

	After a quick stop at the drug store to pick up a couple more
comics, I was back at Al's for the afternoon. As I was still a bit tired
from our playtime that morning, I asked him if we could spend time in his
workshop. He didn't have anything special to do for the repair store, but
we did work on a radio kit that he'd had under his bench that was still
unused. While we put together the kit, we talked more about Mom, Dad and my
brothers. I told him about Mom asking me about the playground and my
brothers not seeing me, obviously because I wasn't there. I mentioned the
fort and that Mom seemed to accept my reason, but we still needed to think
of something so I wouldn't get caught in a lie. We agreed to see each other
only for an hour or so for the next several Saturdays. I wished I could
have spent every day with him, but he got me to understand how important it
was to keep our friendship secret.

	Later that night after my bath, I lay in bed reading my new
comics. Mom came up to tuck me in for the night.
	"Bedtime, sweetie. I gave you an extra hour for your books."
	I didn't notice it was well past 9PM. "Okay, Mommy," I said,
putting my books on my desk.
	Climbing in bed, I settled back on my pillows. Mom took the sheet
and covered me, brushing my hair out of my face and leaning in to kiss me
goodnight. I moved my head forward a bit to meet her, but this motion made
it so she didn't close her mouth in time. This also threw off her aim as
she was going for my cheek. It was accidental, at least I didn't knowingly
do it, but I met her mouth with mine, lips slightly open. Somehow I even
managed to brush the tip of my tongue against hers. A kiss much like I
would have given Al. Instantly, I got hard and it tented the sheet a bit. I
hoped she didn't notice.
	"Daniel!," she exclaimed, backing off. "Where did you learn to kiss
like that?"
	Damn, twice in one day. This was NOT good.
	I lay there, frozen, thinking what to say. As she moved back, she
noticed it.
	"I asked you a question, young man!"
	"I'm sorry, Mommy." I sank back into the pillow. "I saw it the
other night."
	"What other night? Where?"
	"The night I was sick. I was sitting on you and you had the TV
on. I woke up and saw a lady kissing a man." I wasn't quite sure what was
on the TV at the time, but I hope she believed it.
	"Oh, well," she said reaching in to rub my head. I jerked it
aside. "Easy, baby, but that's not the way we're supposed to kiss, honey."
	"But I love you," I said.
	"I know you do, baby."
	"That's what that lady said in the show when she did it." I hated
lying to her.
	"I know, sweetie, but that's a different kind of love. You'll
understand one day. You're a young man, honey, and you'll have to learn
there are certain things you can't do." She looked down again and saw the
small tent in the sheet.  "Such as kissing me like you did. I know it's
confusing to you, Daniel, but I'll try to help you understand, in time, as
best as I can. For now, go to sleep. No harm done, okay?"
	"Okay, Mommy."
	She leaned in and kissed my cheek, as she had intended at the
beginning.
	"I love you, sweetie. Goodnight."
	"Goodnight, Mommy, I love you."
	She turned out my light and went downstairs. All I could think
about was the kiss; the way her mouth tasted so sweet and how it felt so
soft. I fell asleep with my hand on my boner.

	+++ +++ +++ +++ +++

	November, 1972
	The following four Saturdays saw me and Al spend just a little time
together; only taking an hour or so each visit, we'd switch every week
sucking each other's cock.
	It was the Saturday just before Thanksgiving; the weather was sunny
and cool and although it was no longer t-shirt and shorts weather, it was
nice enough to wear a long-sleeve shirt and pants with no jacket. I went to
see Al early that morning and enjoyed getting naked for him and sucking his
cock. As he always did, he filled my mouth with his lovely sperm and I felt
it in my tummy most of the morning. After kissing him goodbye, I found
myself at the playground that was connected to the school, just a few
blocks from my house. There was no one there that day, and I had all the
rides to myself.
	I was there for about an hour and I was halfway up the ladder for
the biggest slide when I felt something tug at my shirt. I was pulled back
violently and ended up on the ground. I was looking up at Nicky, Todd and
Patrick. There was no one else in the playground and I was surprised I
didn't hear them coming. They were all smiles, I was not. Without a word,
Nicky reached down and grabbed the front of my shirt, jerking me up
roughly. A moment later, is hand slapped my face, hard. I tried putting my
hands up to block his swing, but Patrick grabbed my arms and held them
behind my back. I staggered backwards into Patrick from the force of
Nicky's slap and he pushed me back forward as Nicky threw a punch to my
midsection. Todd joined in by smacking my head. I was so scared, I couldn't
help peeing myself. The front of my pants and the insides of both legs were
soaked with my fear.
	"Look at the sissy pissing himself!," Nicky yelled. "Does baby need
a diaper?" he said in between punches.
	By this time, I was lying on the ground trying to cover my head
from the onslaught of my three enemies. My nose was bleeding, my lower lip
was split and I felt several bruises on my midsection and back. The attack
seemed to last forever; I was a bloody, pissy, crying mess. Suddenly,
through the punches and kicks I heard, "Shit! Let's get out of here!" I
wasn't sure who'd said it, but the beating stopped immediately.
	There had to be a connection of sorts, or some kind of sign that
trouble was in the air, because I looked up in time to see Al race to where
I was. Todd and Patrick jumped the fence to escape. Nicky ran fast for the
exit by the sports equipment shed, but Al was faster. Grabbing his shirt
collar from behind, Al dragged Nicky kicking and yelling over to where I
was still on the ground. Nicky tried to get away by twisting and turning,
but Al's grip increased and Nicky had nowhere to go. With his other hand,
he helped me stand. I was still crying.
	"Stop moving, Martom, or no one will ever find you." I'd never seen
Al so mad. "Daniel, are you hurt bad?"
	I couldn't answer, so all I did was shrug my shoulders.
	Al took me by the hand and Nicky by the shirt collar, so tight his
neck and cheeks bulged with the pressure. Al had no intention of letting
him get away. We went to the grocer's across the street from the
school. Inside, Al asked Mr. Woodrow to call the police. While we waited
for them to arrive, Al never let go of Nicky; Mr. Woodrow did his best to
calm me down.  He let me sit behind his counter and he gave me a soda. By
now the bleeding had stopped, but I was still a mess. I was cold from being
soaked in pee and couldn't stop shivering. Mr. Woodrow brought a blanket
from the back room and put it around my back and shoulders.
	A little while later, a police car pulled up outside the store.
	Looking up as the door opened, I saw Officer Chandler come in. He
was a tall man, dressed sharply in his dark blue uniform. His intense blue
eyes looked at me and the over to Al and Nicky. Taking off his hat, he
uncovered a head of jet black hair, cut short and parted on the side. He
walked over to Al.
	"Hello, Jerry," Al said, holding his hand out for a handshake.
	"Al," he answered, shaking Al's big hand. "What's the trouble?"
	"I caught Martom and two of his friends beating Daniel in the
playground," he nodded toward me, "for no reason at all."
	"That's a lie! He started it!," Nicky yelled.
	Al yanked at Nicky's collar silencing him quickly, with only a
loudly-audible `Gurk!' escaping Nicky's lips.
	"This is actually the second time I caught them doing this. The
first time was a few months ago in Military Park, but they didn't inflict
as much damage that time," Al explained, handing Nicky over to Officer
Chandler.
	"Who was with you, Nicky?," the officer asked.
	He got no response, so Al answered for him.
	"It was Patrick Jameson and Todd Myers," he said.
	For the next several minutes, Officer Chandler took notes on the
incident and even came over to check on me. I couldn't help seeing Nicky
throw menacing glares at me, which didn't go unnoticed by the adults.
	"Martom, don't think about even walking on the same street as
Daniel. I'll be keeping an eye on you and your friends," Al warned him.
	"That won't be necessary, Al. This isn't their only
offense. Because of this, they all just might end up in jail.  They've even
shoplifted from Albert." Albert was Mr. Woodrow.
	"And I'll be pressing charges, I can assure you."
	"Alright, Nicky," Officer Chandler said, clasping handcuffs on him,
"let's go. Let's get you home, Daniel."
	I glanced at Nicky and he didn't look at all scared until Officer
Chandler put the handcuffs on him.
	"I'll go with you," Al said.
	"But-!," I exclaimed, rising to my feet.
	He pointed a finger at me: "No `buts'."
	"Yes, Sir."
	Officer Chandler led Nicky out the door, his hands firmly behind
his back. I shrugged off the blanket and handed it to Mr. Woodrow.
	"Thank you, Mr. Woodrow."
	"You're welcome, Daniel. You tell your Mom if she needs anything to
let me know, I'll put it on account for her."
	"Thank you, Sir."
	I pulled out a ripped dollar from my pocket and handed it to
Mr. Woodrow.
	"What's that for?"
	"The soda."
	"No, sir, that's on the house. Consider it `battle pay'," he said,
smiling.
	"But I didn't do anything."
	"That's okay, son. You can't win them all," he said, rubbing my
head.
	"Thank you."
	"You take care. I'll see you soon."
	We left the store and Al sat me in the front seat and then climbed
in back, making Nicky shrink in fear.

	In just a few minutes, we travelled around a few blocks in town and
pulled up outside my house. Officer Chandler got out and let me and Al out
of the car. Mom must have been watching or noticed us pull up because she
was opening the door as we climbed the stairs.
	"Oh my God, Daniel...what happened?"
	The only answer I could give her was to start crying.
	She put her arms around me as Officer Chandler explained what had
happened. Her hug felt good.
	"It would be helpful if you could take him to the hospital this
afternoon and have your doctor give him an examination. I took a quick look
and there didn't appear to be any broken bones. Have your doctor give us a
call," he said, handing Mom a business card, "and we'll send an officer
over to take pictures as evidence of the severity of the beating."
	"Thank you," she said, still stunned.
	"Al, you coming? I can drop you off at the shop."
	"No, I'm going to stay a bit. Thank you for your help. You know
where to find me, if you need me, though."
	"Alright," he said to Al. Then he turned to my mother, "I'll check
back with you later, Mrs. McGuire."
	"Thank you," she responded.
	Officer Chandler walked down the stairs and Al held out his hand to
Mom. "I'm Al Fredericks. I managed to get one of the boys that beat
Daniel. I'm sorry I didn't see things sooner."
	"Thank you, Mr. Fredericks," she said, shaking his hand. "Please
come in."
	"Thank you."

	Minutes later, we were sitting in the living room; I was on Mom's
ottoman and Al was on the couch, at the end nearest Mom's chair. Mom was
standing in the middle of the room.
	"Would you like some tea, Mr. Fredericks?"
	"Yes, thank you. And please call me `Al'."
	Mom disappeared into the kitchen. I heard her gathering cups and
spoons and moving about. While she was away, Al patted my arm and
whispered, "it'll be alright."
	Just a bit later, Mom came back carrying a tray with a pot and
three cups. There was also a plate of biscuits, some sugar and a tiny
pitcher of milk.
	"I hope Earl Grey is okay, and I brought some scones, in case you
were a bit hungry."
	"Thank you, Mrs. McGuire, that's wonderful."
	"Gretchen," she said smiling.
	We sat and had tea, although the hot liquid did hurt my lips. Mom
and Al talked and I climbed up and sat on Mom's lap, resting my head
against her shoulder. I hugged her and took a handful of her shirt and
bunched it up to my nose. The shirt opened a bit and showed her beautiful
skin. Breathing in Mom's wonderful scent, I closed my eyes and sucked my
thumb.  I was halfway between being awake and sleeping, and I heard most of
their conversation.
	"You seem familiar to me, Al. Have I seen you before?"
	"Yes, you have. I'm part owner of the television and radio repair
shop on the Avenue. I don't have much to do these days, so I walk around
town a lot. In fact, I think you saw me one day during the summer walking
down your street chatting with Daniel."
	"Oh, yes, I remember now. So you've seen my Daniel around town have
you?"
	"Yes, I have. I would see him play down the street at the park. I
spend many days just sitting and enjoying the peacefulness. My wife used to
enjoy it as well."
	"I don't understand. `Used to'? Aren't you still married? I see you
wear a ring."
	"No, my wife Gloria died last year from breast cancer."
	"Oh my G-I'm so sorry, Al. I didn't mean-"
	"It's okay. That's why I say I don't have much to do these days. My
heart isn't really in the work anymore, though I do tinker here and there
sometimes."
	I heard the door open and my brothers raced in.
	"What-?!"
	"Shhhhh," Mom went.
	"What happened?," Matty asked.
	"Your brother was beaten up."
	"By who?," Jimmy asked.
	"Nicky Martom and his friends Patrick and Todd," was Al's response.
	"This is Mr. Fredericks. He helped Daniel."
	"I've seen you at the TV store," Jimmy said.
	"I'm sorry wasn't able to stop the fight sooner."
	"Did the cops get them?"
	"Just Nicky, Matt. The other two got away, but the police are
looking for them," Mom said.
	"Let's go," he said.
	"Matt, Jimmy, wait!," Mom exclaimed, but the only answer was the
slamming door.
	"Oh...they don't always show it, but they love Daniel."
	"So it seems."
	"Al, how well do you know Daniel?"
	"Well, pretty well, I suppose. There have been quite a few days
where I'd be at the park and he'd come sit and we'd chat. He told me he
hasn't many friends."
	"No, he's usually very shy, even at his age. He should have more
friends by this point. I know you talked with him briefly that day I saw
you, but I'm surprised he continued to see you. We did have the talk about
strangers and such."
	"Well, I guess because he'd seen me so often, he knew I wasn't a
danger. It also happened that back in the summer, the three ganged up on
him then as well."
	"What?!"
	"Nothing happened, I was coming out of the luncheonette and stopped
them before anything occurred."
	"Why didn't he tell me any of this?"
	"Gretchen, please don't be mad at him, but Daniel confided in me
that his dad wasn't coming home much lately at that time."
	"Y-yes, that's true. Derek hasn't really been around much for
Daniel. But, I don't understand-"
	"He said he knew you were upset about that and didn't want to
bother you about the troubles he'd been having."
	I felt Mom hug me tighter. "Oh, baby, I love you," she said, even
though she thought I was sleeping.
	"He is a good boy."
	"Al, do you have children?"
	"No." He sounded sad. "Gloria and I didn't have the chance before
she died."
	"I'm so sorry."
	"It's okay, I guess it wasn't meant to be. But we did babysit her
young niece regularly. She'd also stay with us over summer vacations and
long holidays out of school."
	"Daniel, wake up, baby. We have to go to the hospital."
	"Would you like me to go with you?," he asked.
	"No, thank you, we need some `Mommy-Son' time."
	"I understand. I know we only just met, Gretchen, but if you need
anything or need someone to babysit Daniel, please let me know. I'd be
happy to help."
	"Thank you."
	"Tomorrow morning, I'd like you both to join me for breakfast,
please?"
	"Thank you, I'd like that."
	I sat on the chair as Al gave Mom his address. They shook hands and
she walked him to the door.

	The following week was busy. We'd gone to the hospital that
afternoon; I was checked out and found only to have some bruising and a
chipped tooth. A police officer came by to take pictures for the charges
against Nicky, Patrick and Todd, the other two having their own bruisings
to deal with as it turned out Matty and Jimmy found them hiding in the
equipment room at the school. My brothers made sure Patrick and Todd paid
for what they did to me. And my brothers made it known I was never to be
bothered again, or they'd get much worse. After Matt and Jimmy were done
with them, my brothers called the police and told them where they could
find Todd and Patrick. Nicky was spared my brothers' anger; he was safely
at the police station at the time Matty and Jimmy found his friends.
	The next morning, me and Mom showed up at Al's promptly at nine,
even though I was feeling a bit sore. He welcomed us in and cooked and
served us a wonderful breakfast; Mom was very impressed. And she got the
same tour of the house as I did, even the basement workshop. Mom took in
all the surroundings and even admired the statues and collections that
Gloria had saved. I was very surprised that we had stayed with Al until the
afternoon. It turned out Mom liked him very much and was happy that I could
have a father-figure in my life, if he didn't mind that; he didn't. Al was
right when he'd thought that Mom had a boyfriend. She mentioned she'd been
on medication to deal with the stress of my Dad leaving, but that since
she'd met Paul, she'd been feeling much better. Mom told Al that it would
be fine with her if I spent each Saturday with him; she didn't think that
Paul would be around enough to teach me things that a father would teach
his son. She also wasn't sure yet if he would be willing to. I was so happy
when Mom hugged Al and gave him a kiss. I couldn't have hoped for anything
better.
	Just before we left for home, Al gave Mom several of his wife's
statues. She didn't want to accept, but Al convinced her it was time that
someone else appreciated them, as his wife had done. Mom gave Al a very
long, very loving hug. We left Al's and spent dinnertime at Gramma's.
	Later in the week, we heard through Al that Officer Chandler told
him that Nicky, Patrick and Todd had been sent to away and that they
wouldn't be seen for quite some time. Matty and Jimmy avoided trouble
because Patrick and Todd couldn't prove they were beaten up by my brothers;
Al said he got the impression from Officer Chandler that the police weren't
especially interested in my brothers as they felt that Patrick and Todd got
some of what they deserved.
	Each night that week, I slept with Mom. I wasn't sick, but I still
wasn't feeling that great; I was sore and I just wanted to be close to
her. I had the most comfortable sleep that week than I could remember. I
fell asleep each night lying next to her, cradled in her arm. Several times
during those nights, Mom would take my thumb out of my mouth, but it always
seemed to find its way back in when I slept with her. Toward the end of the
week I was feeling better, so that Friday night I went to sleep in my own
bed after a kiss from Mom.

	At eight o'clock the next morning, I rang Al's doorbell. This was
the first time I had gone to his place by myself, not having to worry about
any bullies. I felt good about being able to see Al, as Mom knew right
where I was. The door opened and a surprised-looking Al appeared behind the
screen door. He was dressed only in his white bathrobe.
	"Well, hello, sweetie!"
	"Hi, Daddy," I said as he opened the door for me.
	"A bit early this morning, huh?," he asked, grinning.
	"I couldn't help it, I haven't seen you in a week." I blushed.
	Closing the door, he bent down and placed a kiss right on my
mouth. Our lips stayed in contact just long enough for our tongues to brush
together lightly.
	"Are you hungry, sweetie?"
	"Yes, Sir. I got dressed and came right over."
	"Does Mom know you came over so early?"
	"Yes, I saw her on the way out. I have to be home for dinner at
five."
	"Okay, baby. Come on, I'll make you some bacon and eggs."
	All during breakfast, I couldn't keep my free hand off the front of
his robe. The feeling of his hard cock through the clothing was so
exciting. There were a few times I even slipped my hand inside his robe to
stroke him some.
	After breakfast, we went upstairs, wasting no time in
undressing. It took me a bit longer as Al only had to remove his robe. As I
took off my clothes, I looked over his big, naked body, his hard cock
sticking straight out at me. As soon as I dropped my undies, I got on my
knees in front of him and started kissing his cock.
	"I missed you, too, baby," he moaned.
	Running my tongue up and down the shaft, I cradled and caressed his
balls in my hands. Soon after, I felt his hands caress my head. His precum
oozed out onto my tongue.
	"Honey, Daddy wants to fuck you today. Will you let me?"
	"Yes, Daddy."
	"Climb up on the bed."
	I did as I was told and got down on my back, opening my legs wide
for him. He leaned in and licked my tingling asshole, causing me to
moan. His lips and hot tongue worked over my puckering poophole rapidly. In
no time, I was breathing heavily from the pleasure.
	I felt him reach up and take one of my small globes in each hand
and spread them apart wider, making my hole widen.  I felt his tongue enter
me; he fucked me with his tongue for long minutes, wetting my hole and
making me squirm.
	I soon felt a finger enter my asshole. Al pumped and wiggled his
finger all around inside me. I knew he was very excited and wanted to hurry
because he wasted no time adding a second finger to my hole. I groaned at
the extra pressure and slight pain, but he continued the pushing and
pumping. My dick got harder as he poked my bottom. He leaned over and
sucked on it for a little while, then took his mouth off of it and went
right for my tingling hole. The absence of his fingers was a bit of a
relief, but Al only licked long enough to get my pooper wet so he could put
three fingers in me. I winced as he widened my hole with his pudgy
fingers. Keeping them lodged in me, he stood up and began stroking his
cock, precum oozing out of the tip. I saw him wipe several large drops of
his fluid all over his cock. He removed his fingers from me and placed the
head of his cock at my hole and pushed. I moaned loudly and felt fuller
than I had ever before. Pressing his length all the way in me, I reached
down and started to rub my hard dick. My breathing increased and I was just
about gasping for air.
	"Feel good, baby?"
	"Uh...Daddy...hurts a little," I panted.
	"It'll get better."
	Grabbing my ankles, Al quickened the pace and force of his
thrusts. He was fucking me so hard that the entire bed was moving
side-to-side. It was an amazing feeling; his cock pumping my asshole,
making it tingle with every bump that rubbed my sensitive opening. He
fucked me steadily. He went from one foot to the other, licking and kissing
my soles and sucking my toes.
	"Baby, suck your thumb for Daddy. Just like you did when you were
sitting on your Mommy. You looked so sexy."
	Even though I was lost in the new feelings that Al was giving me, I
managed to do what he instructed. I brought my right hand to my mouth and
sucked my thumb hungrily. My left hand continued to squeeze and rub my
cock.
	"Oh, fuck, baby. That's a good girl, suck it."
	He must have needed to sperm real bad because his grip tightened on
my ankles and he pounded my pooper hard. So hard that I grunted around my
thumb with each of his powerful thrusts.
	"Sperm for me, Daddy," I said breathlessly around my thumb.
	Reaching down and grabbing my hips and pushing one last time, he
buried his cock in my sore asshole and grunted loudly toward the
ceiling. His cock pulsed violently and I felt his hot sperm splash my
insides as if a garden hose had been turned on.
	"Uh..oh..oh, I love you, Princess."
	He pushed and pushed as he came inside me as if he could get more
of himself in my hole. But he was at his limit as I felt his weight press
on me; the wiry hair around his cock tickling my bottom. He panted and
grunted and groaned as he spent every bit of energy he had left filling me
with his hot love.
	"I love you, baby," he said, leaning down on me, kissing my mouth
and my thumb and my neck.
	His breathing slowed as his cock pulsed only with the beat of his
heart. He had fucked me; he had cum in me and most of all, he made love to
me.
	"I love you, Daddy," I said, taking my thumb out and kissing him
fully.
	He couldn't put all his weight on me as big as he was, so he let
his soft cock ooze out of my sloppy asshole and he cuddled up next to me. I
snuggled into him as I felt some of his sperm leak out of my open ass. He
kissed my mouth hungrily as I rubbed my cock furiously, quickly having my
own orgasm. As I came down, Al just kissed and nibbled my neck, causing
cooing sounds to come from my mouth.
	"I love you so much."
	"I love you, Daddy."
	"Are you Daddy's girl?"
	"But, I'm a boy."
	"True, but you're cuter as a girl. You have such soft skin, and
your hair is long and pretty. Besides, all this time I've been calling you
`princess' and `honey' and all."
	"You want me to be your girl?"
	"Do you want to be?"
	"Yes, Sir," I said, snuggling into him closer.

	Thursday came and with it cold weather. But inside the house all
was warm and comfy and filled with the sights, sounds and smells only a
holiday like Thanksgiving could bring. As it's always been a tradition in
my family, we had Christmas music playing in the background as Mom cooked
and the three of us boys hung out, occasionally helping her do things. We
were all dressed nicely; me and my brothers in colored polo shirts and tan
dress pants and brown shoes, Mom was gorgeous in a one-piece dark brown
sleeveless dress with black high heels. We had the Christmas tree and
trimmings waiting in the living room, which we would put up the following
day. It was a good day; we played and listened to music, we set the table
and waited patiently for the turkey to be done at 1PM.
	Near around noon the doorbell rang.
	"I'll get it, I'm expecting someone," Mom said, her heels
`clicking' on the hard portions of the floor.
	The three of us stood in the living room amongst our board games,
watching the hallway, wondering who it could be. We knew it wasn't Dad. But
a few seconds later, coming through the doorway dressed in a dark blue
suit, white dress shirt and black tie, was Al! I nearly called out
`Daddy!', but my brothers had gone over to greet him first. I came to my
senses and joined them in a chorus of `Hello, Mr. Fredericks' and
handshakes. He handed Jimmy and Matt each a football with team logos
printed on them, I was handed a brown and pink-colored stuffed bear. I
carried that bear with me the whole day.
	It was a great day; we listened as Al told us about his shop and
other things; we enjoyed spending time together as a family and we ate
great food. Mom was an excellent cook, but Al also brought some
German-style stuffing and deviled eggs that he made. The eggs sounded
funny, but they turned out to be yummy. We had turkey, regular stuffing and
Al's, baked macaroni and cheese, mashed potatoes, corn, biscuits and
cranberry sauce. After dinner we sat around the living room and watched
football.  My brothers were rooting for San Francisco and I was rooting for
Dallas. I didn't have a favorite team at that time, I just picked the team
because they were Al's favorite. Even though they lost, everyone still had
a good evening eating apple pie and drinking large amounts of hot chocolate
as the Christmas music played once again.
	After cleaning up, Al got his jacket as it was time for him to
leave. We all said goodbye accompanied by more handshakes and I peeked
around the corner seeing Mom give him a very warm hug and kiss at the
door. Soon after, I took my bath and got in my pajamas. Mom tucked me in
and kissed me; almost immediately I fell into a comfy sleep tightly hugging
my new bear.

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	December 23, 1972
	It was cold and rainy. I'd woken up early and went downstairs and
asked Mom if I could go over to Al's for the day.  I didn't usually go out
to play in the rain, but since I'd be inside all day, she said she wouldn't
have a problem as long as Al said it was alright. She said that she'd call
him around nine to ask. Mom made pancakes and sausages and we sat together
in the kitchen eating and talking. She put food aside for Matt and Jimmy
for when they woke up.
	"What do you do when you visit Al?"
	"Different stuff, he has some games like we do, but I like hanging
out in his workshop. He's showing me how to fix radios." I couldn't very
well say `we like to get naked and suck each other. Oh, and he fucked me
for the first time last month'.
	"You like him, don't you?"
	"Yes, Mommy, he's a very nice man." I wanted to tell her that I
loved him and wished he could be my Daddy, but I really wouldn't have known
what to say without upsetting her or spilling our secret.
	"He seems lonely, but I guess that would be natural since his wife
died."
	"It's very sad."
	"It is, honey. But it's a good thing you met him. It seems he's
done as good for you as much as you're doing good for him."
	"What do you mean, Mommy?"
	"Well, he saved you from Nicky and you've helped him some with his
loneliness by spending time with him."
	"Oh, I understand." It was true, what she'd said. But it was also
true that I wasn't as lonely anymore either. I didn't say that aloud, but I
think she knew it anyway.
	We finished breakfast and I helped her wash the dishes. Soon after,
she called Al and they spoke a while. I was free to visit for the day, even
staying for lunch as it was wet out.

	 Half-hour later I was walking up the steps to Al's door in my
bright-yellow raincoat and hat. I wanted to use an umbrella, but Mom
insisted on the raincoat as it was windy. I felt silly; I looked like a
miniature fisherman. As I got to the door, Al opened it for me.
	"Hi, sweetie."
	"Hi, Daddy," I said, taking off the wet rubber coat.
	The room was warm and toasty; it smelled of cinnamon. The Christmas
tree that Al had standing tall in the living room was brightly lit and the
colored lights blinked and twinkled. Underneath the tree were several
wrapped presents.
	"Did you eat, honey?"
	"Yes, Sir."
	"How about some hot chocolate to warm up?"
	"That would be great," I said smiling. He always made me smile.
	I sat on his couch across from the tree as Al made noise in the
kitchen. Minutes later he came in with two mugs of hot chocolate. He put
them on the coffee table and I saw that mine had a big pile of whipped
cream in it. He sat next to me as I picked up my cup and spoon.
	"Be careful, honey, it's hot," he said, caressing my back.
	I spooned some cream out of the cup; I loved how whipped cream
tasted after it was in chocolate. I sipped some of the hot liquid and put
the cup down. I leaned over and hugged him, running my hands over his big
midsection.
	"I'll be able to spend more time with you this week as I'm out of
school `til January."
	"Okay, baby. I would like that very much."
	"But you'll have to talk to Mom about it." I said, sitting back
down, "she doesn't want me coming over without you saying it's okay."
	"That's not a problem, honey."
	We sat and drank our chocolate and talked about the plans that we
each had for Christmas. He said he was going to spend Christmas Eve and
Christmas Day with some family down the shore. That was his niece's
family. Al said they'd been trying to get him to visit since Gloria died,
but he had missed her so much that he didn't do much of anything. Only
recently had he felt better about things in his life, and he said he owed
me everything because I brought him out of his sad mood. I hugged him
tightly and he kissed the top of my head. He asked what I was going to do
and I told him that on Christmas Eve we each got to open one present and
spend the evening drinking hot chocolate. Christmas Day we always opened up
presents in the morning and then went to Gramma's for Christmas dinner.
	"Speaking of presents," he said, getting up and going to the tree.
	He grabbed a few medium-sized boxes that were all the same size and
shape and returned to my side on the couch. He placed the boxes on the
coffee table and the shiny-wrapped gifts glistened in the light of the
twinkling tree lights.
	"I got you a few things to have here for when you come over."
	"Thank you, Daddy."
	"Oh," he chuckled, "don't thank me yet. You haven't seen them. You
might not like them."
	"No," I giggled, "I'd love anything you gave me."
	He kissed my mouth, our lips lingering together for a moment.
	"Here," he held a red and green-colored rectangular box, "is the
first one."
	I took the package and it had some weight to it. I shook it a
little bit, but it made no noise, though the items inside did move. Al sat
watching me with a smile on his face. I ripped open the paper and there was
a plain, white box underneath, much like a clothing box would look like. I
removed the ribbons that were on the corners and flipped open the
top. Inside were twelve `Adventure Comics' books, all featuring Supergirl!
	"Thank you, Daddy," I said, leaning on him and squeezing him hard.
	"Hey, we're not done yet, honey." He kissed me again. I loved his
mouth on mine.
	"Next one!," he said, handing me a silver and red-wrapped gift.
	I held this one and it felt much lighter than the books. I
unwrapped the present and an identical box waited for me to open
it. Opening the lid revealed two G.I. Joe action figures and several
clothing sets! I went to hug him again.
	"Wait!," he chuckled. "Save all hugs `til after."
	I was so excited to get such great presents.
	"Last one, honey, I hope you like it."
	I took the shiny red-and-blue gift and tore the paper off; I
uncovered a third identical box. I took off the top and stared at what was
inside. I may have even gasped I was so thrilled! Lying on a folded pile of
shiny-red material was a short-sleeved blue top with a red and yellow `S'
on it. The next item in the box that I pulled out, made of the same shiny
red material, was a skirt! It was my very own Supergirl costume! I yelled
for joy and jumped right into Al's arms. He held me tight as I kissed his
face and hugged him.
	"Thank you, Daddy! I love you...thank you so much!"
	"Here, let me show you a couple of things."
	Still holding the top and the skirt, he stood me up and pulled the
last pile of red cloth out of the box. It was a cape! He held it up for me
to look at and I saw that it even had the `S' symbol on the back in yellow
material. It was great!
	"I know Louise up at the cleaners and I had her make this special
for you."
	"Thank you, Daddy!," I panted. I was all smiles.
	"Sit down for a few minutes, you're hyperventilating...just relax a
little."
	"I'm so excited, I love you, Daddy," I said, leaning into him.
	"I love you, Princess."
	We stayed like that for a little while; my arms around him as he
caressed my head and rubbed my back.
	"Go change into your costume, honey."
	"Okay, Daddy," I smiled. "Can I go in the dining room?"
	"Of course. But don't forget these," he said reaching behind the
couch. Seconds later, he pulled out a pair of shiny red boots! And again I
had to yell for joy. I hugged him once again and took my new costume into
the dining room. I took off all my clothes, even my white undies as I felt
they didn't match the costume. I left them piled on one of the dining
chairs.  I slipped the silky soft skirt up my legs and over my butt. It fit
quite nicely and flowed beautifully as I twirled. The silky material
tickled my soft dick. I put the top over my head, shoving my arms through
the openings. I tied the cape around my neck and slipped my bare feet into
the boots. In seconds I had the knee-length boots zipped up and ran into
the living room, my cape streaming delicately behind me.
	Al was still on the couch and his eyes twinkled when he saw me. I
was smiling brightly, making different poses for him to show him how great
the costume was.
	"You're absolutely beautiful, Princess."
	"Thank you, Daddy, " I said, skipping over to him. My skirt flipped
up on my last skip and he reached up and caressed my hard cock and balls.
	"We'll need to get you a pair of red undies, honey. Can't save the
world with your precious cock hanging free," he said smiling.
	I giggled and sat on his lap, locking my mouth to his. We sat that
way for a while, just kissing and hugging. Shortly after, I had a terrible
thought and I broke the kiss; Al saw I had a sad look on my face.
	"What's wrong, honey?"
	"I didn't get you anything for Christmas. You got me all this great
stuff."
	"Oh," he chuckled. "Don't worry, baby," he said, petting my head,
"just spending time with you like this is all the gift I need. You're the
best present I could ever have hoped for."
	I put my arms around his neck and he drew me to him. Our lips met
and stayed together; our tongues lightly, lovingly flicked together. It was
the most deep, most loving kiss we had ever shared.
	"Can we go upstairs, Daddy?"
	"Sure, baby. But after lunch, I need to do a few things downstairs,
alright?"
	"Okay!"
	As we'd done many times before, we got naked as soon as we were in
his bedroom. I took my costume and gently laid it on the end of the bed.
	"You can leave the boots on, if you like."
	"Okay, Daddy, I do like the way they feel."
	I wrapped my arms around his naked midsection, enjoying the way his
body hair rubbed against my face. I felt his hardening cock poke me. I
looked up at his smiling face and asked to see his stack of magazines. I
wanted to do something special for him since he'd gotten me such great
Christmas presents, and after looking through some, he finally pointed to a
page and I nodded excitedly.
	"Come sit in this chair," he said, pointing to the chair in the
corner between the dressers.
	I sat on the chair and he stood in front of me, his hard cock
pointing right at my face. He cupped his hand lightly under my chin,
signaling me to start sucking his cock. I opened my mouth and let his hard
member slowly inch further in my mouth. I felt the head hit the back of my
throat and I gagged. Al pulled back and then shoved forward again, gagging
me again. He did this over and over for several minutes; pulling his cock
out until it was almost out of my mouth then shoving it back in, making me
gag on purpose. It was a bit uncomfortable, and I was afraid I was going to
puke on him, but I wanted to give him something special, so I fought that
urge.
	In and out, his cock used my mouth. I kept my lips closed around
the shaft and my tongue constantly flicked and licked the head as it moved
in my mouth. Precum was oozing out of his cock and my spit was building
up. I swallowed when I was able, but there was still fluid built up in my
mouth. I reached up and took his hands and guided them to my head; giving
Al the signal that I wanted him to control the action.
	 Grasping my head, he started a fucking-motion in my mouth. As his
cock grew harder with each thrust, I reached around and held his ass,
feeling the smooth skin and soft hairs beneath my hands.
	"Oh, baby, you make Daddy feel so good," he moaned.
	I slurped and swallowed and I sucked and gagged. I knew he was
getting closer to sperming because he wasn't holding my head anymore, he
was grasping handfuls of my hair.
	"Rub under my balls, honey. Make Daddy cum," he panted.
	I brought my hands around and with one hand I rubbed all over his
tightening ball sack, the other I used my fingertips to tickle the soft
area of skin between his balls and asshole. He couldn't take much of it and
yelled aloud as his body stiffened.
	"Here it comes, my love!"
	Pulling his cock out of my mouth with a loud "pop', he grasped the
head of his cock and stroked the top rapidly. I saw strings of spit and
precum hang off the tip of his cock and felt them break away from my mouth.
	"Close your eyes, Princess."
	A second later I felt the first jet of his sperm splash across my
nose, my left eye up onto my forehead. Several more gushed. They landed on
my nose, lips, chin and I even felt a couple land in my hair and drip down
my forehead. The last few spurts all landed on my mouth. Sperm dripped off
my face onto my chest and thighs, some pooling in the cracks around my hard
cock and balls. I opened my right eye as it was untouched by his cum and
saw that even though there were small drops of sperm coming off his cock,
he continued to stroke. I leaned forward and put my mouth on the hot,
cum-covered head and sucked. He took his hand off and pressed it on the top
of my head. I went down as far as I could then pulled my mouth up, slurping
and swallowing what sperm I could get. Pulling his cock from my mouth, I
swallowed and looked up at him. He was looking down at me, smiling.
	"You look so sexy like that, Princess."
	"Thank you, Daddy."
	He took my hand and started rubbing my fingers on my face. I got
his meaning and started scooping up the cum from my face and licked my
fingers. I got as much as I could, savoring every drop. He took me into the
bathroom and rinsed my face, trying to keep the cum he shot from entering
my eye, but some got in and it burned bad. But the feeling only lasted a
while and I was no worse than when we started. I quickly washed in the
shower and dried off. As Al showered, I put my costume and boots back on
and waited on the bed.
	Minutes later we were downstairs in the kitchen. I sat at the
table.
	"Thank you for that, my love," he said, leaning over to kiss my
mouth. "It felt great."
	"You're welcome, Daddy."
	"How about a roast beef sandwich for lunch?"
	"Yes, please."
	"How about we share some macaroni and cheese?"
	"Yes, please."
	He chuckled loudly, "you're so polite," he said, rubbing my head.
	Al made us identical sandwiches and split a can of macaroni and
cheese between us. We finished lunch with glasses of milk and washed the
lunch dishes and the cups we had used earlier. We soon went downstairs to
work on some radios. I wore my Supergirl costume for the rest of the time I
was at Al's.

	Shortly before five, we got out of a taxi in front of my house. As
Al paid the driver, I got out and stood at the curb. The cabbie opened the
trunk and Al took out two big bags with Christmas gifts. We made our way up
the stairs as the taxi pulled away. I put my key in the door and we went
in.
	"Mom, I'm home! Al's here, too!," I called, hanging up my raincoat.
	Mom came in seconds later.
	"Hi, honey. Hello, Al. How are you?"
	"I'm fine, Gretchen, thank you. I hope you don't mind me stopping
by unannounced," he said as we walked into the living room. "I wanted to
take care of this before Monday," he said, holding up the two bags with the
presents.
	"Al, you didn't have to."
	"I really wanted to. You all have been so nice to me and inviting
me over for Thanksgiving, making me feel very much a part of a family
again. I appreciate it so much."
	"You're very welcome," she said, leaning in and kissing his cheek.
	"I got something for you and the boys." The gifts Al gave me
earlier were left at his house, especially my costume.
	"You're very sweet, let me get the boys."
	Mom went to the stairs and called Matt and Jimmy. When they came
down, me and Al were sitting on the couch.
	"Hi, Mr. Fredericks," they both said.
	"Hi, Guys. I know you have dinner at five, so I'll be quick. This
is for you," he said handing Matty his gift.
	"Thank you." He tore open his wrapping to find Al gave him a
remote-control erector set. "This is great! Thanks!," he said, shaking Al's
hand.
	"For you," he said to Jimmy.
	"Thanks, Mr. Fredericks." Jimmy pulled off his paper to reveal a
slot car race set. "Holy sh-!"
	"Jimmy!"
	"Sorry, Mom. Thank you, Mr. Fredericks." He shook Al's hand too.
	"Now yours," he said, handing me a long box.
	"Thank you." I ripped open the colored paper to find Al got me a
radio-controlled helicopter rescue set. "Wow! This is great!," I said,
hugging him.
	"And yours, Gretchen."
	"Al, you didn't have to get me anything," she said as he handed her
a wrapped box about the size of his hand. "Thank you."  She undid the
pretty wrapping and gasped in surprise. "Al!," she exclaimed, uncovering a
yellow box. "This perfume is expensive! I can't-"
	"Please accept it," he said, taking her hands in his, as she still
held the perfume box. "You've all done a lot for me and I wanted to add a
little joy to your season."
	"Oh, Al, I don't know what to say. Thank you," she said, putting
her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. All I could do was smile
as she kissed his cheek. "You really shouldn't have, you know."
	"It's no problem, really. I'm happy to do it."
  	"Well, the least we can do is make you stay for dinner," she
chuckled.

	Even though I didn't see Al until the following Saturday, it was
still a great Christmas vacation.

To be continued! :)

I hope you enjoyed this first part. Look for more coming soon. Please drop
me a line anytime! Hugs and Kisses!

Here are the "stand-alone" stories in the "Danielle" series of Adventures:
Part 01: "Danielle's First Meeting"
Part 02: "Danielle at the Office"
Part 03: "Danielle and Daddy"
Part 04: "Danielle Works A Saturday"
Part 05: "Danielle at the Adult Bookstore"
Part 06: "Danielle on the Train"
Part 07: "Danielle at the Auto Repair Shop"
Part 08: "Danielle and Her First Photo Shoot"

Look for them on this site! :) Enjoy!