Date: Sat, 24 Apr 2010 21:53:27 -0400
From: tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Monster Under My Bed

			 THE MONSTER UNDER THE BED
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
			WWW.TOMMYHAWKSROGUEMOON.COM

     "Wow, this place is nice!" I said to Dad when we got inside. "Grandpa
and Grandma used to live here?"
     "Yeah, Thad." Dad said. "I grew up in this house. And now that your
Grandma and Grandpa have moved to Florida to live, they turned this house
over to me."
     "Cool!" I said. "Now I can come stay with you every weekend, huh?"
     "You bet." Dad said. "And six weeks in summer. That's the agreement."
Mom and Dad had gotten a divorce over a year ago, but the judge wouldn't
let me come stay with him until he had his own place. With a separate
bedroom for me. I guess that's why Grandma and Grandpa had decided to give
their son their house when they moved. I know they'd talked of selling it
before the divorce. Now, it would be Dad's house...and mine, when I came to
visit.
     "You really grew up here, huh?"
     "Yep." Dad said. "Only I'll be staying in the big bedroom now and you
get my old room."
     "And everything that goes with it?"
     "Yep." Daddy agreed. "My old bed, my old dresser, my old closet, even
my old football if you want it. You even get...him."
     "Him?" I said, puzzled. "Who's him?"
     "Oh, I shouldn't have said anything." Daddy said. "Mom...your Grandma,
that is...Mom always said I was imagining him."
     "Who is he?"
     "I shouldn't have said anything."
     "Come on, Dad!" I pressed. "Who is he?"
     "The monster who lives under the bed."
     "There's a monster living under your bed?"
     Dad shrugged, as if embarrassed. "Afraid so."
     I got nervous, and a bit scared. "I can't sleep in a bed with a
monster under it!" I didn't believe in monsters under the bed, not really,
but when your Daddy is the one telling you about the monster...well, that's
different than hearing about from somebody who's just out to scare you just
for fun.
     "It's okay, Thad." Daddy said to me, putting one big, strong arm
around me. Daddy worked hard for a living, sometimes in construction,
sometimes delivery jobs, hauling washers and dryers and refrigerators to
people who ordered them (that's what he was doing right now), so he had a
lot of firm, warm muscles on his arm, it felt really good around me. It had
been a long time since I'd had Daddy all to myself like this...just short
visits with Mom hovering around like a vulture, worried he might actually
do something to make me like him better than her or something like that.
     I realized that Daddy had said something else while I was thinking all
this. "Huh?"
     "I said the monster can't hurt you as long as you stay in the bed."
Daddy repeated.
     "I just...stay in the bed?"
     "Yeah." Daddy nodded. "The monster can rumble under there, he can even
reach up and touch you some...but as long as you stay on the bed, he can't
hurt you."
     "Really?"
     "Really, really." Daddy agreed. "That's what my Daddy told me when he
first showed up, and that's what I did, and I'm right here now, aren't I?"
     "Yeah." I said. "So what does the monster look like?"
     "I don't know." Daddy said. "It's too dark in the room, you know. Only
the one window in there, and the tree is just beyond it, so not much light
gets inside at night. And when it crawls up on the bed with you, it usually
goes right under the covers...."
     "In the bed with me?" I shrieked that out. "It's going to get in the
bed with me?"
     "It can't hurt you as long as you're in the bed." Daddy insisted. "All
it can do is crawl around on you and maybe lick you a little bit. But it
can't bite you. It has to have you on the floor to do any harm. Long as
you're in the bed, all it can do is taste you, touch you. But it won't hurt
you and it'll leave again after a while.  And after it's visited you and
leaves, you can get out of the bed all you want to.  I can promise you
that."
     "I don't like this, Dad." I said worriedly.
     "Just give it one night, Son." Dad said. "If you don't see that I'm
telling you the God's honest truth, then we'll sell this house and find
somewhere else to live. Even though I promised Mom and Dad I wouldn't sell
the place."
     "You're really, truly positive it can't hurt me?" I asked.
     "I'm really, truly positive." Daddy said.
     "All right." I said reluctantly.
     "Great!" Dad said. "Now let's get supper made. How about hamburgers?"
     "Great!" I said myself.
     "And tomorrow, we'll spend the entire day together." Daddy went
on. "Nice thing about the job I have now, I get the weekends off."
     And with all of that promise, I managed to forget about the monster
under my new bed...mostly.
     I remembered it when it came time to go to bed! "Can't I sleep with
you, Daddy?" I moaned.
     "You know the judge won't allow that." Daddy said. "Honest, Son, I
wouldn't let you sleep in there if I wasn't sure, really sure, you'd be
safe. Just don't get off the bed, that's all it takes. Stay on the bed, no
matter what. That's the secret, all of it. And if it wants to touch you,
snuggle you, taste you...just let it."
     "All right." I said doubtfully. "Can I have a nightlight?"
     "No good." Daddy said. "Wouldn't help a bit."
     "I thought they couldn't come out into the light."
     "Sunlight." Daddy clarified. "That what chases them away.  But with
something little like a nightlight, the monster has this talent, he'll look
like something or someone else. Not like a monster. You can't see him, not
for real, he makes you see something else in a light. Now, you sure you
don't need to go to the bathroom? You'll have to hold it in until morning
if you do, you know."
     "I didn't drink anything since supper." I said, mustering a brave
smile. And I kept it up while I got into that bed, and Daddy tucked me in
and kissed me and went to the door, turned out the light and closed the
door, plunging me into a darkness that was just nearly absolute. I could
see a little bit, everything was dark, but some things were blacker than
other. I could see a little, little bit.
     Nothing happened, no funny noises or nothing, and I went to
sleep. Maybe the monster had moved away when Daddy moved out of the room.
     But I woke up when I heard the creaking. Something weird, like a door
opening. Only the door to my room wasn't opening.
     And it was coming from underneath my bed.
     I thought about looking under the bed, see what that was. But that
might have meant I'd fall out of bed! And I didn't want to do that! Stay in
bed, I told myself, stay in bed like Daddy told me.
     There were some wet, gurgling sounds now, from under the bed. I lost
any doubt that I had someone...or something...underneath the bed.
     So when I saw the covers moving, and a lump forming at the foot of my
bed under the covers. A big lump, too! Round at the center, like a person's
head, and wide, like his shoulders. And I felt it touch me, on my
foot. Soft and warm, like a big hand. Soft, not hairy and hard. Soft and
warm.
     "Mr. Monster, sir?" I said softly. "Is that you?"
     A rumbling sound, deep and gruff. "Mmm-hmmm."
     "You won't hurt me, Mr. Monster?"
     "Nnnh-hnnn!" No.
     I heaved a sigh of relief. "My name is Thad. What's your name?"
     Then I felt the tongue. It licked my toes. Warm, soft, wet and
flickering. Not rough, actually, kind of...nice. Tickled. I giggled softly.
     "That tickles, Mr. Monster sir." I said, softly, breathily, then
giggled again, a bit louder. The monster's tongue pulled in and then there
was the feel of lips closing over my big toe. The monster was sucking on my
big toe! Not hard, more like you'd suck on a peppermint stick or something,
just hard enough to suck off the soft sweetness. It felt kind of weird,
kind of good.
     "That's nice, Mr. Monster." I said. "I like that."
     The mouth left my foot, the tongue returned, now it was lapping its
way up my foot. Across my ankle, and up my leg, a wet trail that was
tickling/slicking/slipping/sliding up my calf and onto my knee, and then
onto my inner thigh, working its way up. Up. Up. Now the covers were
bulging up alarmingly high. That was a big monster, he must be as big as
Daddy! If he decided to eat me, he wouldn't have any problem!
     But he wasn't eating me. He could have bitten my leg off by now. He
was just...tasting me. His tongue on my inner leg was really making me feel
all kind of...tingly. And my wiener was swelling up, getting awfully
hard. I'd never had it do that before!
     "Ooh, ooh, Mr. Monster!" I groaned. "You feel so good, doing that. Do
it some more, please, Mr. Monster, please!"
     And now the monster's lips were right at my wiener. And this
tongue...oh, God, his tongue began lapping at my nuts! Right on my nuts,
that soft, warm tongue was licking them, making them tingle beyond belief!
I grunted, groaned, squirmed under that warm, warm, warm tongue!
     And when the lips caught hold of my dick, I was lost. I couldn't get
enough of this monster under my bed, and now in my bed!
     "That's good, Mr. Monster." I told the form under my covers, touching
me, stroking me, sucking me...loving me. "This is so good, Mr. Monster, do
it some more, please, more."
     The monster threw off the covers. I could just see him in the
near-darkness, a big form, all soft and whitish and nice. He looked kind of
familiar, somehow. I only got a glimpse of his head and then he was twisted
around so his big, hairy legs were over my head.
     And there was this big, long thing hanging down, right at my face. I'd
never seen anything like that, my own dick, if it was nine times as big,
maybe would look something like that. And the big head on it held a tiny
bead on it, clear and shining so, so dimly in the dark, dark room. The
monster moved and that bead reached down and touched my lips and when the
monster moved back up again, the bead was left on my lips, a sticky, salty
spot. I licked at it with my tongue and tasted the monster's wetness.
     "Mmm, that's good!" I said. I reached up with my mouth and caught his
cockhead in my lips and sucked off another glob of the goo. Yeah, really
good! Kind of salty and kind of meaty and kind of...kind of like my Daddy
would taste.
     And the monster moaned. A nice, warm, happy moan, not monster-like at
all. And he shoved and that huge stick of a dong slid down my mouth and
throat. Huge, hard, hot, heaving and throbbing as it went!
     "Uuhhhhh!" the monster groaned as his pud went down my gullet, hard
and deep. I'd never done anything like this before, but it didn't really
gag me, somehow. And then he pulled it out again and moaned some more. Back
down, back up, down, up, down, up, the monster moaning as he moved.
     If only I could see this monster. If only I could see him.
     The monster grabbed hold of me and rolled us over so now I was on top
of him and he was sucking on my prong so fast, so hard. And it was
tingling, tingling so much.
     "Ooh, ooh, Mr. Monster, ooh, ohh!" I moaned. "It's feeling funny,
feeling real funny, oh, OH, OH, UH-HUH-GUUHGHHH-HUHHH!" I groaned like that
because suddenly I felt really, really, really good all, all over. It was
like nothing I'd ever felt before, but it was all the good stuff you feel
all together, all at once!
     Moaning, I slumped down on top of the monster's big, hard cock, the
shaft resting on my cheek. The monster moaned and shifted, sliding his dong
back and forth on my face.
     "I guess it's your turn now, huh, Mr. Monster?" I said. "I want you to
feel as good as I just did, okay? Let me see what I can do."
     I began to suck on Mr. Monster's cock and Mr. Monster just lay there
and groaned as I worked my mouth up and down on him. I felt him move and my
legs, which had been on his chest, slid down to rest on the bed on either
side of his shoulders. This moved his cock down a way, but I could still
reach him well enough to suckle his dong.
     And his tongue began to dig at my butt cheeks. In between
them. Into...ooh!
     "Ooh, Mr. Monster, that feels weird!" Mr. Monster was sticking his
tongue into my butt. "Weird but good!"
     I kept sucking the monster while he tongued my ass, and then he stuck
the tip of a spit-slicked finger into it. That hurt a little, but he was
gentle enough, just sort of probing on it.
     And the monster began to speak. Just a word or two. "Soon, baby,
soon." he said. "Soon, yeah, uh, soon!"
     And then Mr. Monster jerked, thrashed under me and his cock spurted
that hot, sticky, luscious juice right into my mouth! Lots of it. I gulped
at it happily, it tasted so-o-o goo-oo-ood!
     And Mr. Monster's finger jabbed and went all the way into my ass. I
gasped, moaned, impaled on his fat, athletic finger and the monster groaned
and squirted his gooey stuff into me, and I drank it down like it was a
milkshake, only hot instead of cold. Just the same. Hot ice cream!
     And the monster spoke his words again, as he finished, moaning
softly. "Oh, God, Son, that was so good!" And his voice was so, so familiar
sounding.
     "Dad?" I asked questioningly at the dark figure in my bed.
     "Uh? Uh, uhhhh!" and the monster was grumbling again and he slipped
out of the bed and back under it. I heard that creaking sound again and
wondered if I dared to look under. But Daddy had said that was how the
monster got you!
     I waited, but the monster didn't come back. I got back under the
covers and waited, and fell asleep again.
     I woke up when the sun came up, the tree which had cut so much of the
moonlight didn't cut much of the sun at all, just turned it into a million
shimmering golden coins on my wall and my bed. It got in my eyes, too. So I
blinked, and looked at my clock. Almost six o'clock in the morning now.
     Daylight, the monster couldn't get me. I padded downstairs and found
Daddy's room. It was right underneath mine. I thought about the monster
that lived somehow between his room and mine. Looked up. Saw there, above
and just to one side of his bed, a small door in the ceiling. That must be
right where the monster's door was under my bed, the one I'd heard
before. A stepladder was in his room, too, one of the ones you use to paint
the ceiling with. Right where Daddy could crawl up it to get to that door.
     Daddy was in his bed, sleeping, and I sneaked over and lifted up the
covers stealthily and crawled in with him. My body, cool from the morning
air, woke him as I snuggled in.
     "Son, what are you doing here?" He asked. "You didn't get in with me
during the night, did you? You know the monster can get you if you get out
of bed at night."
     "No, Daddy, I just got in." I assured him. "But can I sleep with you
instead of up there?"
     "Did the monster bother you?"
     "Uh-huh." I said. "I'd rather sleep with you. We wouldn't have to tell
Mom or the judge I was doing it, would we?"
     "Maybe." Daddy allowed. "Let me think about it, okay? I'd have to be
convinced it's a good idea."
     "I can convince you." I said. "I know just what to do."
     And I did know how to make my Daddy agree to let me sleep with him
from now on. I knew just what to do to convince him, for I'd learned my
lesson well.
     A lesson I'd learned from the monster under my bed. I figured if the
monster liked me sucking his cock, my Daddy would, too.
     And he did!

				  THE END
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