Date: Sat, 24 Mar 2018 13:24:08 -0400
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: Just Grab It!

                          JUST GRAB IT!
                      By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
                   WWW.TOMMYHAWKSROGUEMOON.COM

     I was watching a video when Daddy came home from work. He saw the
screen, the man in the business suit talking to the audience, and he asked,
"What'cha watchin', Son?" He was wearing what he always wore to work at the
construction site, a yellow hard hat on his sandy brown hair to shade his
pale blue eyes, a red bandana loosely tied around his neck below the large,
chiseled jawline, a light blue cotton shirt grimed from the day's labor and
stained darker under the arms where sweat had soaked it liberally, it clung
to his broad shoulders and massively muscled chest, bulging with each
individual muscle as he moved and flexed, blue jeans well worn and faded,
with more grime from the jobsite, and heavy, grubby work boots on his Size
12 feet. A banged-up lunchbox carried his Thermos bottle, three sandwiches
and a two-pack of Twinkies. Or did, the thing was now empty except on those
rare occasions when he ate out with friends; on those days, he'd open the
lunchbox and toss me the Twinkies. Not today, though.
     "A video Mom bought, it came in the mail today." I said. "It's called
"Just Grab It!" And I giggled.
     "Oh, that!" Dad grunted. "Sonuvabitch cost me sixty bucks!"
     "When are they going to grab something?" I asked. "I've been watching
it since six o'clock and it's just this guy talking."
     "Well, he's not talking about literally grabbing something." Daddy
said. "He's saying that if you want something, you have to go after it. You
have to have the confidence to go for the things that you want in life."
     "Uh-huh." I agreed, the man had been talking about that one way or
another for over twenty minutes now. "But he's not going to grab anything?"
     "Not actually grab, no." Daddy agreed. "Or not usually, that is. He's
talking about going for the things you want with confidence."
     "But that means sometimes you just grab it, right?" I pressed.
     "Okay, sure." Daddy sighed. "Sometimes, I guess you'd have to just
reach out and grab the thing you want. But the idea is that the other
person wants to let you grab it."
     "Oh." I settled down. "So I'm not going to see any grabbing."
     "Just people talking about grabbing, right." Daddy agreed.
     I turned off the video. "That sucks. Why'd Mom buy it?"
     "It's supposed to help her make better plans for her life." Daddy
sighed. "Thing is, I don't think those plans involve you and me."
     "Huh?"
     "Nothing." Daddy said quickly. "I'm going to go take a shower. Tell
your Mom I'm home and to get supper ready."
     "Mom's out tonight." I supplied. "She said for us to warm up the
casserole."
     "She would." Daddy started to say something else, bit it back. "Well,
I'll still shower, then I'll heat us up something."
     That gave me about another half hour to kill. With nothing better to
do, I turned the video back on. The guy was talking still, that was all
there was on the video, this guy talking and the audience taking up half
the time with their applause.
     "You have to have confidence." the man was saying. "When your boss is
looking for a new foreman on the job, you don't sit back and say, well, I'm
a good worker and he knows it, he'll come looking for me and pick me. You
do that, and you'll be at that same job when the new foreman comes by!" The
audience laughed a lot more than that joke was worth. "No, you have to grab
it! Go to the boss and tell him you want the job, tell him just why you're
the right person for the job and don't stop talking until he says, all
right, Joe, you got the job! That's how you grab it, you reach out and snag
that thing and don't let go until you're good and ready to!"
     I turned the video back off again and thought a lot. Daddy didn't
think I knew that he and Mom were going to get a divorce pretty soon. Mom
had been sneaking things out of the house every time she left like tonight
for over two weeks now. Like I wasn't supposed to notice! Heck, grownups
always think that just because you're a kid, you don't notice
anything. Well, kids notice everything about their parents; I knew all
kinds of things and I knew what I wanted to do. And like the man on the
video said, I knew what I had to do, just grab it!
     I timed it pretty good, Daddy was done with his shower and now would
be standing at the sink, a towel around his waist , combing his hair, maybe
tweezing the nostril hairs or such. He would shave on Friday night, but
this was only Thursday, so his beard stubble was getting thick but it would
last him on the job one more day, one more day. He didn't like to shave on
days when he knew he'd break a sweat, that gave him razor burn despite the
after-shave.
     With just me and Daddy in the house, he wouldn't bother locking the
door, and I'd come in to watch him shave any number of times. He looked
over from where he was standing at the sink, comb in his hair. "Oh, hello,
Son." he turned back to his combing. I stared at his bare chest all covered
with hair a darker brown than the ones on his head, the way it wrapped
around each breast and converged into a narrow dense rope down his stomach,
over his navel and into his towel beneath. "I'll be down to fix supper in a
few more minutes."
     "Do you agree with the man in the video, Daddy?" I asked him.
     "You mean, that you should go for what you want?"
     "Yeah, that you should just reach out and grab it?"
     "Well...yeah, I think he's right." Daddy said. "I mean, if you really
want something, you should go after it and...urk!"
     I had knelt down, reached out and under Daddy's towel and had grabbed
hold of his dick! He turned, and I held on, and my arm spread and then
knocked the towel aside, then it slid off and onto the floor and Daddy was
naked in front of me.
     "Then I'm going to just grab it!" I proclaimed. "And now I got it!"
     Daddy started to reach down and take my hand away, then he
stopped. "Is this what you want?"
     "Yeah, Daddy. I want to hold it and touch it and play with it."
     "Play with it?" he gasped out and his cock grew bigger and harder in
my hand.
     "Yeah, like I did with Jason."
     "Jason?"
     "Teddy's older brother." I supplied. "Teddy and I sneaked into his
bedroom when I slept over last week and we played with it."
     "You...played with...an older boy?" Daddy's cock was getting really
hard and stiff.
     "Uh-huh." I agreed. "Jason didn't mind. He liked it."
     "Yeah?"
     "Yeah. I bet you'd like it too, Daddy." Daddy's dick was as hard as it
could be, sticking out nearly as long as my forearm and underneath the
thick layer of skin it was as hard as a rock. "Can I play with your cock,
Daddy?"
     "Uh-huh." Daddy moaned and leaned forward so he could brace his hands
on the edge of the sink.
     I scooted in a little closer and I began to move my hand up and down
his cock. "This is how Jason told me to do it." I explained as I pumped on
my Daddy's dong. "Teddy and I traded off on Jason until he squirted a whole
lot of white stuff in the air, come, is what Jason called it. Will you
shoot come for me, Daddy?"
     "Uh, uh!" Daddy grunted as his hips made little thrusting motions at
my hand. Helping me jack on him. "Yeah, Son, if you keep this up, I'll
shoot come for you." A thick, clear fluid suddenly gushed out of the slit
of his dong and the fluid ran over my hand. The smell of it was musky and
rich. Like my Daddy smelled at the end of a hard day of work. Or like
Jason, when he and I....
     "This isn't all that Jason taught me, Daddy." I admitted. "Can I show
you what else he taught me?"
     "You're forgetting what the video taught you, Son." Daddy reminded
me. "You should just grab it."
     "Yeah." I said and I grabbed Daddy's pud again. This time it was with
my mouth, my lips slid over his glans and down his shaft and as I did,
Daddy moaned again, louder.
     "Ohhh, oh, God, Son, oh, GOD!" This last as I stopped, his cock shoved
all the way down the back of my mouth and partially down my throat, as far
as I could fit it. This gave me more than half his length. My Daddy has a
really big cock!
     I pulled back up his shaft, hanging on tight like Jason had taught me
and as I did, my Daddy groaned again, I reached the top, the cockskin a
thick bundle of folded-up skin over the crest of his glans, then I began to
push back down.
     As I did, Daddy's hand grabbed hold of my head and pushed me down and
I sank deeper still, his cock shoved down my throat and I felt it going
into my neck and when he stopped pushing, I had my nose right up against
his pubic bush of hair. Daddy groaned again, a guttural sound, and his cock
pulsed deep inside me, then he let go of me and I rose back up his cock's
length again, only catching hold of his cockskin at the last moments, and a
fold of it went up over his glans and Daddy groaned and his hands (both of
them on my head now) shoved me back down again.
     "Uh, uh, I'm coming, Son, I'm coming!" Daddy grunted as he released me
again.
     His hands didn't force me to do what I did next, which was that I sank
down on his cock again, driving it as far as I could, not as far as he'd
forced me to, but deep and I held on that time, holding my Daddy's cock
inside my mouth and throat as he moaned, shuddered and shook, and then as
his moans hit a crescendo, his cock pulsed and hot liquid jizz poured into
my throat.
     "OH, GOD, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH!" Daddy cried out as he shot his spunk
into me. "Oh, God, Son, oh, Baby, oh, oh, oh!" He shuddered again, panting
heavily, as the last of it squirted into my throat and he was done and I
only then released his cock, sliding it out of my throat and mouth, the
prick shrinking as I did, until what slid from between my lips was only a
limp, weak shadow of its former glory.
     "Ah-hah, ah-hah, ah-hah!" Daddy gasped as he again braced himself on
the sink's edge, and I got up and grinned up at him. Daddy's face was
flushed a surprisingly bright red color, and his eyes were sparkling as he
turned them to me, his chest still rising and falling, his lips parted, as
he continued to breathe heavily.
     "Now that was what I was wanting." I said as I wiped my lips, then
licked them again. They bore a slightly salty flavor, the salt from my
Daddy's prick, and his semen made a warm pool in my stomach. "I wanted it
and I just grabbed it!"
     "You sure did, Son." Daddy agreed, wiping his forehead with one
hand. "Whew! I haven't shot a wad like that in I don't know when!"
     "Not since you and Mom last did it?" I asked.
     "Uh? Well, yeah, not since then." Daddy agreed. "Maybe a long time
before then. I haven't been given a blowjob for, God, three months or
more."
     "Yeah, I know." I commiserated.
     "Well, let me get dressed and I'll heat up that casserole." Daddy
said. "We'll have to make do tonight. But don't worry, Mom will be home
tomorrow night."
     "Maybe." I said. Daddy didn't argue with that, just pushed me out of
the bathroom and down the hallway. But he wasn't rough about it, he was
laughing, laughing without laughing if you know what I mean.
     Mom did come home later that night, but she and Daddy had a big
argument when she did. I heard it from my room. The next day, when I got
home, Daddy was there (he'd taken the entire day off work) and Mom had
moved out entirely. Daddy told me about it, trying to be gentle, but as I
said before, I wasn't surprised, I'd seen it coming. You don't pack out
your stuff unless you plan to move out yourself, you know.
     I said that to Daddy and then I said, "Well, now Mom's gone, you have
to make plans yourself, Daddy, you know?"
     "Yeah, I do know."
     "So like the guy says, you want something, you have to grab it."
     "Yes, I do." Daddy stood and walked over to me sitting on the
couch. "I know exactly what I want, Son."
     "So just grab it!" I invited him.
     Daddy scooped me off the couch and, with me with my legs wrapped
around his waist, holding me in his big, strong arms, Daddy carried me into
the bedroom.

                             THE END
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