Daddy

The squeak of the hinges on the wood framed screen door squeak woke me.  A tall slender figure stepped onto the screened porch and held the door behind him so that it closed gently instead of the load bang it normally made all day long as my brother and I ran in and out.  The long spring closer gently twanged as the door closed behind the outline of a man.  The figure stayed in the doorway for a moment, silhouetted by the black sky and the millions of stars that twinkled like diamonds scattered across black velvet. 

From where the rest of the adults sat just a few yards away they could look across the lake and see those stars reflected in the still water.  But they were paying no attention to one of the family going to check on his sons sleeping on the porch.   My brother and I were lying on a couple of layers of blankets and quilts.  The primitive pallet was just fine for a few weeks at the lake.  My brother was on his side of the porch and I was on the other against the wall behind the door to the house so we couldn’t see each other.  I was right next to the wrought iron foot pumped Singer sewing machine that my Great Grandmother used to make simple dresses for herself and drapes for the small cottage. 

In the summer heat my brother had both kicked off the thin cotton sheets that had covered us when we had been tucked in an hour ago.  Our skin was red and hot from the July sun.  We had listened to the adults talk and smoke and drink beer out on the lawn while they talked and rocked in the big brightly painted shell back steel lawn chairs. 

My brother and I had whispered back and forth until the summer heat and the running and swimming took their natural tool and we drifted off to sleep to the sound of adults laughing and talking and the crickets making their music in the lawn and in the gully on the other side of the hill. 

Although I had been awakened by the door I wasn’t startled.  It was simply my father.  He quietly went to check on my brother who was gently snoring.  I could see my father lean down for a moment and it looked like he must have pulled the sheet up and patted his head.  Then he rose to come to me.  My father was tall, 6 foot 6 inches and lean and handsome.  He hadn’t changed out of the tight white swim trunks and tank top that he had worn all day and his long legs were tanned and strong.  He squatted down beside me.  In the dim light that filtered out from a lamp somewhere in the house I could see him smile, his teeth white against his tanned face. As he squatted down next to me I could smell the tobacco on his breath as he said “You ought to be asleep Sport.”  His voice was just a whisper but it exuded affection. 

I knew I was his “Sport” his “Buddy” and most exciting his “Big guy.” His big right hand gently touched my right thigh caressing it and then giving it a lingering squeeze as he said.  “Your skin is hot.  I think you got too much sun today.”  He got up and went in the house and came back with a bottle of some kind of oil which he poured out into his hand and then smoothed on my chest and then my legs.  It felt good.  I was acutely aware of how his hands were warm and hard but the oil was smooth and cool.  Despite the heat I shivered. 

He pulled my shorts down around my knees and began to smooth more oil around my belly and then the tops of my legs.  “Did you have a good day?”  I said yes and his hand came to rest on my cock.  He looked down and said “You are starting to grow.  I noticed when you were putting on your swim suit today.”  My cock began to get hard.  He caressed it gently with the oil.  He bent to look at it closely and then to slide his cupped fingers up and down it.  In a moment I was rock hard.  The sensation took my breath away.  I had only recently discovered how wonderful it was to rub my cock but this was different.  It was amazing

“O my!” he whispered “Look at that! Nice and hard.  Just like Daddies.”  At the same time his other hand was massaging his own dick through the white spandex of his swim suit. He reached up the short leg of his suit and snaked out his cock.  It wasn’t fully hard but I thought it looked huge.  He took one of my hands and placed it on his cock.  I touched it with just the tips of my fingers.  It was smooth like silk and I traced my fingers along the veins that ran up and down it like little rivers.  He pressed my hand on to it and cupped my fingers around the stiffening shaft.  Then he leaned back a little so that my hand glided up his shaft to the mushroom head.  He did the same on my cock.  “Doesn’t that feel great?” He asked as he moved a thumb back and forth across the head of my dick.   “You’re becoming a man. It won’t be long before your cock is as big as mine.”

Outside you could still hear the crickets and quiet adult conversation.  Someone coughed a few yards away.  My father let go of my cock and leaned back on his heels a little.  He looked up towards the adults outside and pushed his cock back inside his shorts as he and pulled the band of my shorts back up.  He leaned very close to my face and whispered. “Let’s keep this just between us two guys.  You are very special to me and I don’t want your brother to be jealous.

He rose and pushed his cock up and to one side inside his swim suit and pulled his tank top down to hide it.  “Sleep well buddy.” And he stepped out into the night.

I fell asleep and dreamt about touching a huge cock that shot cum all over me.  When I woke my shorts were wet and sticky.

I was nine.