Date: Sat, 18 Oct 2003 14:58:21 EDT
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: "Daddy Works the Night Shift"

			DADDY WORKS THE NIGHT SHIFT
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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I was sitting at the table eating breakfast when Daddy got home that first
night. Dressed in greasy dungarees and looking exhausted, he said,
"Morning, honey." and kissed Mommy, then "Hi, Sport!" and rumpled my hair.

"How did it go?" Mom asked, meaning Dad's new job, working nights at a
full-service gas station near the freeway.

"Not too bad." Daddy said. "The killer's going to be sleeping in the
daytime. I was sleepy all night and drinking coffee and now it's daylight,
damned if I'm not waking back up again."

"Well, take a shower and try to get some sleep." Mommy said. And to me,
"Now, Franklin, dear."

I hate when she starts talking to me like that, it means she's about to lay
down some law or other. "Yeah, Mom?" I said.

"You have to be quiet when you get home from school. Your Daddy will still
be sleeping when you're home. Just turn on the television very quietly or
play a game or something until he gets up. I'll be home about six thirty as
usual." Mom worked in a grocery store as a checker, she was gone from about
ten o'clock in the morning until six-thirty at night like she mentioned.

"Okay, Mom." I said.

"I'll turn down the volume on the television before I leave. Don't turn it
up, understand me? And keep all noise down, no friends coming over,
anything like that." Like I said, laying down the law, it always starts
with, "Now, Franklin, dear."

"I'll remember, Mommy." I said. "I'll be quiet as a mouse." Then I grinned
and went "Squeak, squeak, squeak!" as loud as I could.

Dad laughed and said, "Don't worry, we'll get along until you get home. If
I have to, I'll get out of bed and spank his butt for him."

Mom looked at me and said, "If he doesn't behave, we'll have him stay with
Mrs. Turtleby each day after school." Mrs. Turtleby was our next door
neighbor and a crabby old lady. She got along with Mom but nobody else,
even Daddy didn't like her.

"I'll be quiet, honest." I grabbed my backpack and said, "I'm off to school
now. Bye!"

"Be home on time, now!" Mom called after me.

Sheesh, like I hadn't just started fourth grade already. I was nearly ten,
why couldn't she trust me to do what I said I'd do?

I mentioned Daddy being home and asleep to my friend Jimmy and he said with
his usual evil mind. "You going to look at him when he's asleep?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

Jimmy looked around and leaned in. "I peeked in and looked at my Daddy one
morning about a month ago, and he was lying on the bed, naked."

"Yeah?" He'd said that like it was some big deal, so I was mildly
curious. "So what?"

He was naked and he was playing with his wienie." Jimmy whispered to my ear
moistly.

"Playing with it?" Now I was curious.

"He had hold of it and was moving his hand up and down, really hard and
fast." Jimmy said, motioning with his hand at his crotch to show me what he
meant.

"Well, everybody plays with his wienie." I said. "You do, too, I know you
do."

"This was different. He had his whole hand wrapped around it and he was
grunting and panting and then this white stuff shot out of it. Like he was
peeing thick white stuff."

"Ewww!" I said, making a face. "Gross!"

"It landed all over his belly, and he just left it there, pulled the covers
back over himself and went on back to sleep." Jimmy finished. "He never
knew I saw him."

"I wonder if my Daddy will do that?" I said.

"He might." Jimmy nodded. "My Daddy does it every morning when he wakes up,
only he usually has the door closed and he hears me if I open the door. He
just forgot about it that one time. But I can hear him in there, he's doing
it."

I thought about it. "Wow." I said. "I'll see if my Daddy leaves the door
open." But then I forgot about it the rest of that day.

I got home about three thirty as usual. I wondered if Daddy would be up
yet, or how long he'd sleep after I got home. I turned on the television
set, but watching a cartoon with the sound turned way, way down just isn't
very satisfying and besides, I'd seen this one before and it was stupid. I
decided to go upstairs and see if Daddy was awake yet.

The door to Daddy's bedroom was partly open and I looked in. Daddy was
asleep, I could see his face buried among the pillows, only his face
showing, his broad, muscled shoulders exposed. I liked the way Daddy's body
looked, nice and strong and even. My Daddy is a very handsome man, he was
only about thirty-five. I hoped that I'd look as good as Daddy when I get
to be thirty-five.

I moved in closer and craned my neck. I still didn't see any sheet over
him. It was pretty hot in the apartment, and he had the window closed to
keep out the noise of the street while he tried to sleep with a square
window-fan sitting on the floor to make a loud humming sound to drown out
what noise got through. So I saw his big, firm chest, saw his ribs how they
made a pair of deep curves down to the flat plane of his stomach. And to
see any more, I'd have to open the door.

Gently, as if it was the wind blowing open the door, I pushed the door
about halfway open. Now I could see all of Daddy.

All of him. He didn't have any sheet on the bed, he'd shoved it off onto
the floor. Just laying there, his face with a small smile as if he was
having a really nice dream. And his dick, it was standing straight up!

I'd had "the talk" and knew that a grown-up's dick did this, but that
wasn't the same as seeing it that way. I just pictured my own little dick,
it standing up straight maybe two inches long at most, but not getting any
bigger than that. I had assumed that my Daddy's dick was the same, I knew
it was bigger than mine, but I didn't know just how much bigger! It was
there like a big, pink tower, curving slightly towards his face, topped by
a thick mushroom-shaped head, and I felt all funny, looking at it, kind of
tingly and my own dick kind of jerked, and got all stiff like it did when I
would play with it. I'd take my thumb and forefinger when it got like that
and play with it and it would get all tingly and feeling good and then it
would stop and it would actually hurt some to keep playing with it.

But Daddy would have to use more than two fingers to play with that big
thing he had!

"Wow!" I said very softly.

I stood there for quite a long time, just looking at Daddy's dick. He
moaned softly in his sleep and his cock kind of jerked and he made a few
hunching motions upwards and his dick waggled back and forth, like it was
thinking of falling over. But it didn't.

I got to wondering what it felt like, that big dick. Was it soft and warm
like mine, or was it hard like a stick of wood would be.

I crept into Daddy's bedroom slowly, wondering if he'd wake up. But he
didn't even stir and I got right up next to the bed and stared at it. Up
close, it was still pretty impressive, it was about the size and shape of
an extra-big banana, the kind the school cafeteria will cut in half to
offer to us kids for the piece of fruit they'd give us, like it would be
too much food for us to eat a whole one. But this one was all mine!

I don't remember reaching out to grab hold of it, honest. I was just
looking at it, and then looking closer, then leaning over to look even
closer, and then suddenly my hand had hold of it. I looked up at Daddy's
face, quick, but he was still asleep. Only then did I have some time to
sort out what it felt like. Velvet, that was what it was, warm velvet and
smooth and soft. There was a hardness beneath, but it was well wrapped up,
and it was warm, really warm!

I held it and then, keeping a careful eye on Daddy, I tried to skin it up
and down the way that Jimmy had described. The cockhead was a ridged ring
that rippled under my fingers when I pulled it up and then skinned it back
down. A musky odor pervaded the room and I saw a sparkle of clear fluid at
the tip of Daddy's cock. Totally clear, like water, even, this couldn't be
the white stuff Jimmy had mentioned but it wasn't piss either.

I moved my hand up and down Daddy's dick slowly, watching his face all the
time, watching him in case he would wake up, so I could immediately let go
and let him wonder why his dick was wet on top now. But he didn't wake up
at all.

Little by little I got bolder and bolder. Jimmy had said his Daddy had been
really whomping at his wienie when it shot the white stuff. If my Daddy
wouldn't wake up while I was doing it, I could see some of this white stuff
he was talking about. Maybe Jimmy just thought that his Daddy was awake and
this was something grown-ups did while they were asleep.

Daddy sighed softly and snuggled his head back into the pillows, but his
eyes never opened. He must be really sound asleep, like sometimes when
Jimmy fell asleep in school, I could stick pencils into his hair or draw on
his face with crayons, and he never woke up, though he would kind of moan
and sigh and snuggle like that. I never even let go, and when Daddy was
still again, I went back to pounding his dick really hard. He wasn't going
to wake up no matter what I did.

I wondered if he could shoot that stuff while he was asleep.

Daddy was moaning now, I guess he was having a nightmare or something. His
eyes never opened, just squinched a little tighter, and his chest began to
puff up and down like he was running real hard. His mouth fell open and he
began to grunt out soft little sounds with each hurried breath, like "uh,
uh, oh, oh, uh, huh, uh, oh." Like that.

That salty smell was really strong now, and his cockhead was covered with
that clear liquid, I was more sure than ever it was something new,
something Jimmy hadn't seen before. It was kind of sticky and slimy, it
stuck to the side of my hand which had that satiny foreskin slopping over
it when I'd pull Daddy's cock upwards.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh!" Daddy was saying, and it was louder, and more like words
now. "Oh, oh, yeah, yeah, oh, baby, oh, oh!" he was saying. But his eyes
were still shut. Well, Jimmy would talk in his sleep sometimes. Daddy's
body was really squirming around, me pumping his prick like this must be
really giving him one amazing dream! His cock was getting so warm, too, and
the cockhead was bright red now, I felt sure that I could make Daddy shoot
his white stuff without waking him up now.

"Oh, oh, baby, baby, oh, BABY!" Daddy groaned and his cock shot the white
stuff then. I saw what Jimmy meant, it sprayed out of there like a
sprinkler that was suddenly turned on, and it was in bursts, too, like the
sprinkler they had at the school and would turn on in warm weather while we
were in class, and you could hear them going wht-wht-wht-wht-wht. It was
like that, only it only went on a little time. But that white stuff sprayed
everywhere. I got all over Daddy's stomach and legs, and it got my arm,
too.

Daddy's head thrashed back and forth on the pillow, and his face was never
handsomer than when he was doing that. It was like it got all soft-like and
warm, it glowed from the inside, almost. Daddy finished shooting that white
goo all over, it was more like glue than anything else, the white glue you
squeeze out onto the paper and it dries clear. His white stuff was sitting
in big blobs on his stomach and I saw now that the clear liquid was
definitely a part of the white stuff, because parts of the white stuff were
actually clear, and you could see the white things like little tadpoles or
eyelashes, curved lines inside the clear fluid.

Daddy was just panting now, panting heavily and he did that for a time
while I puzzled if I should just leave him like that or try to clean him
off so he wouldn't know. Then he moaned out, "Oh, baby, that was so
good. Mmmnnh!" And he went on back into a deep sleep, calm and peaceful.

While Daddy continued to sleep, I took a corner of the sheet on the floor
and I used it to wipe him off and my arm, too. I'd have to change out of
this shirt or Mom would wonder what I'd gotten into, I'd stuff it into the
laundry hamper and she'd probably never notice when she shoved everything
into the washer like she did.

I looked at Daddy before I closed the door. His face looked so relaxed when
he was sleeping like that. Maybe even more peaceful, it was like he was
relaxed now in a way he hadn't been before. I couldn't wait to tell Jimmy
about this. He'd seen the white stuff flying out but he didn't know how it
smelled or what it felt like, or what it looked like close up, that clear
liquid it was floating around in so that it had all kinds of colors of
white, even some almost-yellow parts to it.

I went back downstairs and managed to watch television. Daddy came out
about a half hour later, wearing only a bathrobe and yawning. "Good
afternoon, Daddy." I said to him.

"Good afternoon, Son." he said.

"Did I wake you up?" I asked him. "Watching television?"

"Uh? No, no, I slept right through the day until just a moment ago." Daddy
said. He sat down on the couch next to me. "What you watching? Turn up the
sound, we'll watch it together."

"It's the Super Friends." I said. "They come on every day at this time."

"I remember this show when I was a kid." Daddy said. "Used to watch it on
Saturday mornings."

Daddy was sitting very close to me, I leaned back and his arm came up and
went around me and I smiled, snuggled into it and we watched television
like that.

Mom came home and we were still like that, still watching television. "How
did you sleep?" she asked Daddy.

"Really good." Daddy said. "I think I'm going to like the night
shift. Frank and I can spend some time together each day, just us guys. And
we won't need to get a babysitter, either, which saves some money."

"Not Mrs. Turtleby, anyway." I said and made a face.

"Yeah." Daddy imitated my face and we laughed.

Mom smiled and moved to the kitchen to start supper. "I'm glad you two are
getting along so well. I have some news. The store is offering to make me
assistant manager. It'll mean a nice raise if I take the job and the chance
to be manager when Jefferson retires in three more years."

"Great." Dad said.

She made a face. "Bad news is that I'll be working swing shift, and double
shifts on weekends. You won't see much of me if I take the job, but it'll
only be for a few years. Can you two get along without me for that long?"

"I don't see why not." Dad said. "You'll be here in the mornings with me
and we can visit, and I'll be up in time to make Frank his supper and on
weekends we'll bach it."

"You'll be able to handle him on weekends?" Mom asked. "And all this
summer, too?"

"Oh, I'm looking forward to this summer." Daddy said. "All those long days
together."

"I won't wake Daddy up." I promised. "I looked in on him a couple of times
today and he was asleep, didn't even know I was there."

"How do you know I was asleep?" Daddy challenged me. "Maybe I was just
pretending I was asleep and knew you were there."

"You were asleep." I said accusingly. Daddy likes to kid me like that, get
me to arguing with him. "You can't fool me."

"Oh, it's easy to tell when he's asleep." Mom told me. "Your Daddy snores
when he's asleep, he snores all night long. If he's not snoring, he's
awake."

I looked over wide-eyed at Daddy, who hadn't snored at all when I was in
the bed with him, playing with his dick. I looked down at his crotch, then
up into Daddy's face.

And Daddy gave me a big wink.

All of a sudden, I couldn't wait until tomorrow after school!

                             THE END

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