Date: Mon, 5 Nov 2007 23:44:03 EST
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: "Weekend Custody"

			      WEEKEND CUSTODY
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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[Note: This story contains sex between a father and his much-younger son.
The son initiates the sexual contact.  If this concept bothers you, please
read no further.]

I heard the car coming up and went to the door, my heart in my mouth. Julia
was bringing my son Galen over for my first, my very first, weekend with my
son since we'd separated. It had been a thoroughly nasty divorce, and Julia
hadn't hesitated to use Galen as a weapon in the battle. It had been
uncounted thousands of dollars, money which should have gone toward my
retirement and for Galen's college fund, all of it had gone to attorneys to
decide which one of us should get the red and gold quilt my grandmother had
stitched for us on our wedding. Julia insisted that it belong to her, and I
had balked at my dear departed grandmother's final work not belonging to
me. So many times, Grandma had talked to me of that quilt and...but Julia
had the quilt now and I'd never see it again. Maybe Galen could get it as a
part of his inheritance one day.

Galen crawled out of the back seat of the Buick. I was living in a cheap
rented house so tiny a one-bedroom house would have been roomier, but Julia
had money to drive a brand-new Buick. She'd won most of the battles during
the divorce, as you can tell.

"Dad!" Galen yelped.

I went on out the door and onto one knee and I scooped Galen into my arms
and just held onto him, just held him! God, it felt so good, I had barely
seen him for the last year. He had grown some, I think, but couldn't be too
sure. He was still small for his age, slightly over half my own height, but
he had my hair and a good bit of my face, like looking at a smaller version
of myself. With the divorce still red-raw on my senses, I was glad that
Galen took after me more than his mother. If he'd been a miniature male
Julia, I might have flinched at that hug. As it was, it was sheer
happiness.

Which probably pissed Julia off. "Keith, come get his bag." she called,
then honked her horn to be sure I'd heard her.

"Come on, sport, let's get your stuff." I pulled him off and looked into
those beautiful brown eyes. Julia's are blue. Galen's and my hair was dark
brown, hers was a mostly-natural blond (she helped the hue with potions,
but only helped, she was a blond without them.)

"I just got the one bag." Galen said. "Mom said I wouldn't be here often
enough to bring anything else."

That lying sack of... "Well, let's go get the one bag, then."

I got out the bag and handed it to Galen and said, "Take this inside while
I talk to your Mother."

Galen went inside. I'll spare you every word of what happened next, but the
upshot is that I reminded Julia the judge gave Galen to me every weekend
(sensible, given that she worked long hours on weekends at a resort hotel)
and I also got alternate Thanksgivings and Christmases. And if she tried to
stick him with a babysitter on weekends instead of bringing him by on her
way to work like today, I'd have her up before the judge again immediately
for violating the custody order. I don't know if it sank in to her (she was
a vindictive bitch), but at least I'd laid down the law and let her know I
would fight her to the hilt if she tried it, and that attitude had worked
on some things.

Done, I went back inside. Galen was looking around the apartment. "Where's
my bedroom?" he asked me. There were only two rooms not counting the
bathroom, the main room with a kitchen at one end, and the bedroom and
bathroom hooked onto one end via a very short hallway.

"You get the bedroom." I said. "I sleep here on the couch. It folds out."
Part of the court order was that Galen had his own room in my house. I
fudged a bit on the requirements by having my own bed be a fold-out couch
in the main room, but the fact remained that I had kept the bedroom empty
of all but furniture, so Galen would have it for his room. A small dresser
in the main room functioned to hold my clothes.

Galen was looking around. "Coo-oo-ool!" was his assessment of my house. I
understood it, Julia had always been Ms. Interior Decorator, and my place
was filled with second-hand furniture, no pictures on the walls, and had a
distinctly "lived in" look to it. "You sleep here?" He was on the couch,
his small legs folded under him in an "X" and smiling like a mischievous
pixie.

"Yep, that's where I sleep." I confirmed. "You get your stuff put away?"

"Sure, it's just clothes." Galen said. "I didn't bring any toys."

"You expect me to buy you new toys?"

"Maybe." that ten-year-old face was the picture of innocence. An innocence
wrapped around a secret plan, that is.

"Well, I think I can manage a few for you." I said. "But don't expect me to
buy out the toy store."

"I know." Galen said. "Mom said you're broke."

I paused, blew out a breath. "Mom says a lot of things."I settled for
saying. "You have any questions about me, ask me about it. Your Mom's mad
at me right now and she's not always saying very nice things. Maybe now
that everything's been decided, we won't fight so much."

"I hope so. I don't like it when you and Mom fight."

"I don't like it either." I agreed. "So let's hope we don't have to do it
anymore, now that she gets to keep you Sunday night to Friday night, and on
the weekends, you're all mine." That for Julia's efforts to resign Galen to
only seeing me occasionally, I wanted him to argue with her every weekend
to get to come see me. And tell me when she stops him from coming.

"Yeah, I'm yours for the weekend."

"So let's fix something for our supper and talk about what you want to do
this weekend." I said.

Everything went smoothly enough after that. Galen kept mentioning things
that his mother had said to him about me, I had tried to defend myself
while not heaping any scorn on her in return. Hard to do when your ex-wife
is filling your son's head with lies about you, but I said again and again
that Julia was angry with me and Galen knew that when you're mad, you'll
say things that aren't true about them to other people.

It finally came time for bed, and I got Galen ready and put him into the
bed and he squirmed around in the full-sized bed. "This is a lot bigger
than my bed at home." he mentioned.

"Yeah, it is." I said.

"Do you sleep here sometimes?"

I grinned a bit guiltily. I had bought the bed hoping that, once the heat
and scrutiny was off, I could start using the bed myself on nights when
Galen wasn't there. But not yet, for now, I'd better stick to the sleeper
sofa. "Not yet." I said. "This is your room and I'm keeping it for your
use, and yours alone."

"But you could." Galen said. "You wouldn't have to tell anyone."

"Let me think about that." I said. "But the judge says you should have your
own room here, and so this is your own room."

"Oh."

I turned out the light and Galen said, "Dad?"

"Yes, son?"

"What if I want you to sleep with me?" Galen said. "Or if I want to come in
and sleep with you?"

"Are you having nightmares?" I asked him.

"Uh-huh." Galen admitted.

I went back in and sat down. The only light was from the main room, it made
a narrow rectangle on the wall behind the bed. "What are your dreams
about?"

"You and Mom fighting." Galen said, and I wince. "Then you go away and I
look for you and look for you and I can't find you."

I reached out and stroked his head. "I can understand that. I did go away,
so it's natural you feel that way and you dream that way. But I'm right
here, and every weekend from now on, you can come here and you'll find me,
right here. You're mine for the weekends from now on, every one of
them. And every other Thanksgiving and Christmas, too, I get you this
coming Thanksgiving, and next year after that, we'll have Christmas
together."

"Dad? Can you sleep with me tonight?" Galen asked me. "Then, when I have
the dream and I wake up, you'll be right here?"

I had to make a decision real fast. If Julia learned I was sharing a bed
with Galen, she'd run to the judge and accuse me of violating the court
order that qualified me for overnight custody rights. That would reduce me
to an afternoon or a daytime visit only, which would be easy for her to
thwart. On the other hand... "Sure thing, sport." I said. "Why not? But you
have to be real careful not to say anything to your mother about it, even
if she asks you. Because I'm supposed to have you sleep alone in your own
bed, not share one with me."

"Okay, Dad." And Galen's voice was heavy with relief.

I stood up and started stripping for bed. With Galen in the bed, I wasn't
going to get entirely naked like I had all the way from early childhood (a
guilty pleasure) through my marriage (you stay naked while you're in love)
and resumed (when the love dies, clothes start staying on) when I got this
place. But I took off my shoes and socks, and stood up and unbuttoned my
shirt. Galen was watching me with a grin on his face like this was the
answer to all his prayers. I grinned back at him and stripped off my shirt.

"You got a lot of hair on your belly, Dad." Galen giggled.

"You'll get it, too, when you're my age." I said back to him, tapped his
nose with my forefinger, just to make him giggle again.

Then I undid my belt, leaving it in the pants, and unfastened and unzipped
myself and pulled it down. This left me with an older pair of briefs than
I'd've been wearing if I had known my son would be staring at it like he
was.

"What's wrong with it?" Galen asked.

"With what?" I wanted to know.

"With your wiener."

"Huh?" I looked down. No erection in it, just my usual, uh,
endowment. "Nothing's wrong with it."

"It's a lot bigger than mine." Galen observed.

"When you grow up, it grows up, too." I said, understanding. "It's part of
changing from a little boy like you into a man like me. Same as the hair on
my belly."

"Your hair makes a line there." Galen was back onto my stomach hair. "From
your navel down to your wiener."

"Yes, it does." I said. "Now, are we going to sleep or are we going to
stare at my hair?"

"Go to sleep." Galen affirmed.

"Good. Now scoot over some."

Galen obediently got over next to the wall and I climbed in and covered
both of us up. I wasn't surprised when Galen promptly scooted back up so he
could cuddle up to me, I knew when he admitted to the nightmares that he
would want to hold me, probably until he went to sleep and maybe even
after.

"It's really nice, having you in bed with me." Galen said as he snuggled in
a bit tighter. It was like he was trying to wrap himself around me.

"Good, now settle in and go to sleep." I admonished him.

"Okay." Galen shifted more and one of his legs, the uppermost one, slid up
and went in between my own, which were laid out with the lower one forward
and the topmost one more straight. Then he hunched over again and raised
his leg more and that was when his upper thigh contacted my
testicles. Another hunch and now he had my cock resting on top of his
slender leg.

"Nice and warm." Galen said to me again, and now it was like a sigh.

"Sleep." I commanded again.

"Yes, Dad." Galen said.

He was still for a while, and I was drifting off to sleep when I felt
it. His hand, lifting off of my chest where it had rested. Just the
fingertips as they brushed the side of my abdomen. Then they were sliding
down between us and I realized where he was heading with that hand.

"Galen?" I said in a whisper.

Galen didn't answer and didn't stop, and his fingers found my cock, still
pushed up on his leg. He felt it through the cotton briefs.

"Galen, you shouldn't be doing that." I hissed at him. "It's not nice."

"Please, Dad." Galen said. "I never saw one big before. I just want to do
like I do with my friends when we share a bed. That's all. It's okay, isn't
it?"

Galen's hand hadn't stopped, once he'd felt it out and knew where it lay
and how, his hand came up and started fishing inside my brief's elastic
band. I felt myself spinning, unsure what to say, what to do. My son was so
fragile now, my relationship with him so easy to corrupt, I should be
understanding, I should be careful to guide him but not stifle him and not
push him.

So I waffled, and as I did, Galen's hand found its purchase. His little
fingers were wrapped around my shaft.

"We do this when we're in bed together." Galen said to me
conspiratorially. "Me and my friends will pull our briefs down and we'll
hold each other and wiggle our fingers about like this."

Galen's hand began a credible job of jerking on me. He was moving in a
manner that confirmed he was used to doing it to a much smaller dong than
mine, but it did the trick for sure.

"Dad, it's getting even bigger!" Galen was astonished when my cock did the
usual thing.

"That...that happens when you grow up." I managed.

"Wow." Galen enthused. "Can I take it out, Dad?"

I was embroiled in my own emotions, unsure what to do, what to say. My
logic being tied up, my baser animal instincts seized control. "Okay." is
what I heard my mouth say. "Go ahead."

What was I doing? Was I insane?

The effect on Galen was nothing less than remarkable. Gone was the timid,
frightened child spending a night in a new place. He was now behaving like
a child spending the night with a friend...a friend with whom he was
getting to play with their dick! Galen squirmed and snickered and his hands
were quick to pull my briefs down and he felt out the full length of my
erect dong and he said, "Whoa, this is even bigger than Joseph's!"

"Yeah, I guess it would be." I said. Joseph must have been a friend of
his. "Your hand feels really good on it, Son, but would you like to learn a
different way of doing it?" I was going to show him how to use his entire
hand, not just his fingers to wiggle it like he was doing.

"Oh, I know how to do the other way." Galen said.

"Oh." I was surprised. His fingers wiggling were feeling good, but it's
like half of what I needed to get off with. "Could you do it the other way
for me, then? My dick is so big, it needs the other way."

"Okay, Dad." Galen shifted so that his head was now on my stomach, he had
pushed the covers down to below my knees. I looked down at him, his head of
hair my only vision of what was going on, and that a gray blob in the
darkness. He was treating my cock like a marvel like a unicorn or
something, and I chuckled at the similarity (the unicorn's horn, you see)
and I was about to say something like that to Galen, when he did it.

At first, I wasn't sure what was going on. I felt the wetness, but not so
much of it, it could have been his fingers, a bit sweaty...and then the
doubt vanished. Galen had put his mouth on my prick!

I was again too astonished to do anything for a moment. Your son playing
with you in bed, you can sort of wrap your head around, kids play with each
other in bed and if you share his bed, he may extend that to you. But you
don't expect your ten-year-old son to know how to suck cock. And Galen did!

Not expertly, no, but he knew to wrap his lips around my cock and to bob
his head up and down. His teeth scraped me some at first, then he gripped
his lips tighter and that ended the scraping. He had my foreskin gripped in
his mouth and he was using it to slide it over and up and down my glans'
flare and the feeling was...so fucking incredible!

"God, son, God!" I gasped. "What are you...oh, God!"

This was too much, even for a tolerant father's allowance of his child's
sexual curiosity. I reached down and I pulled his head off my cock and he
let go and looked at me with a degree of puzzlement. "Son, what are you
doing sucking on my cock?"

"But...but it's the other way." Galen protested. "It's what Mom does when
Joseph comes over and they go into her bedroom together."

That totally distracted me. "She does what? Who's Joseph?"

"Mom's boyfriend." Galen explained. "They didn't close their door all the
way one time, and I heard Joseph moaning and I looked in and saw Mom doing
that to him."

"I...I see." It's an odd feeling, when your ex-wife, whom you once loved
but now hate, takes a lover. She wasn't mine any more, but still, I felt a
violation of my rights was going on. "She's been doing this to Joseph for a
while?"

"Yeah, Dad, he comes over nearly every night lately." Galen said. With a
forlorn note. "And then Mom sends me to my room so they can be alone."

"That's not right." I said, musing on this treasonous act. My hand let go
of Galen's head and he returned to my cock. I felt the warmth engulf me
again and something inside of me...just stopped arguing. Somehow, Julia's
treachery with Joseph let me just relax and enjoy my son's mouth on my
cock.

"Ooh, ah, Son, that's good, real good." I sighed. "Your Dad really loves
the way you're doing that." My hand reached down, feeling for Galen's body,
and he felt my hand running over his back and shifted some.

My hand reached and cupped his buttocks, and I gave them a squeeze, and
Galen giggled, let go of my cock long enough to say, "Joseph does that to
Mom sometimes." And then he resumed his sucking, and his body turned around
and now I could and did grab his little dong.

Galen grunted when I caught hold of him, and I had to use his fingers-only
approach, my hand cupped over the top and moving my hand up and down
vertically like that. Galen grunted again, happily, and settled in to suck
me but good.

He must have observed Julia and Joseph a good while that time, for he
didn't stop sucking me even when his own little climax shook him, and I had
to let go when he grunted again, this time in pain at my finger's touch. He
lay back down onto his stomach and my hand wandered on to his buttock
again. Such a soft little tush he had, so silken and warm. I wanted not to
fuck him, just to lay my cock on those buttocks and slide back and forth
like that. Maybe, then, one day, I could try for more....

The pleasure of Galen's mouth on my prong suddenly ignited, whether by my
plans or just the velvet feel of his lips moving on my glans. I just know I
was suddenly ready to squirt, and I gasped, "Oh, God, Galen, I'm going to
come, baby, I'm going to come."

I don't think Galen understood what that meant, because he didn't pause or
let go. I was wracked by my climax, I groaned, thrashed, and then
ejaculated, and his mouth was still tightly upon it.

And Galen gurgled in surprise as the hot cream jetted into his mouth, he
was coughing and strangling and yet he still hung on for I was moaning and
groaning, "Oh, yeah, Son, yeah, God, uh, gah, uh, oh, Son, oh, baby, yes,
yes, uh, gah, guhhhh!" He held on and let me spurt my jizz into his mouth
and he kept sucking on me until I was wrung totally dry, when I was left
limp and drained and panting on his bed.

Galen was still coughing some and he must have gotten some down his
windpipe from the noises he was making, but he coughed, then giggled and
his tongue reached out and licked at the spunk still clinging to my
cock. "Ah-huh-huh-huh-huh!" he coughed, "Boy, Dad, that was a lot!"

"Yeah, yeah, son, I guess it is."

"Mom is right, it does taste pretty good." Galen said. He proceeded then to
lick my softening dong like it was a candy stick he was cleaning off after
sucking on it a while.

"Mom told you about that, too?" I asked.

"No." Galen said. "Just that Joseph groaned like you did, and Mom was
holding on like I did, and then she licked it like I did, and said, 'God,
you taste so good.'"

Galen had certainly paid a lot of attention through Julia's bedroom door
that time. And I had benefitted from it all. I smiled at him and rumpled
his hair. "You did it just like her, did you?"

"Uh-huh." Galen said. "And it was fun."

"It sure was." I had to agree.

"Can we play like this again?" Galen said as he snuggled back up under my
armpit. "Next time I come to visit."

"Every weekend." I promised him. "You're mine on the weekends, you
know. All weekend, every weekend."

"Yeah." Galen said. "Good." And he laid his head onto my breast and he went
to sleep.

I followed him to sleep shortly after that. I was feeling better about my
custody rights on weekends myself.

				  THE END
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