Date: Mon, 22 May 2006 20:55:50 -0700 (PDT) From: Aihu Fist Subject: The Day Before My First School Day It was midnight when my dad knocked on the wall from his side. My brother wasn't home; he'd be only here on the weekends. I never wanted to be a soldier like him. I hated the thought. It was stiff cold in my bed; I missed my brother's body next to me. We had no central heating in those days, but we could heat each other by lying close to each other and I didn't have to be scared of demons with him next to me. Another knock, more persistent, shook me out of my thinking. This was the first time my dad called me like this. I had to go over to him. I got out quickly, because dad didn't like to wait much. The door stood at a stint. -Yes, dad? -Come over her son. I crawled into the bed next to him and held my arms stiff next to my body. He, my dad, said nothing, my dad. He flung his arm below my head and drew me nearer. I heard his heart race as my head lay on it. He gave me a soft kiss on my hair. -I love you son, he said. I tried to see his face, but it was too dark. -Are you cold, son? -Yes, dad. -Dad will warm you a bit. -His left hand crossed his chest and started unbuttoning my pyjama jacket. All the buttons, one after another, came out of the button hole until my jacket lay unfolded beside my sides. He paused right there and asked: -Do you miss your mummy, Ricky? -Yes, dad. -And your brother? -Yes, dad. -Mmm, that is nice, it means you love them, don't you? You know before you were born your brother used to lay down next to me just as you did. We were best friends and he missed his mum too. Now he is a big soldier. One day you will be one too, if you stay long enough with me, you will be the best soldier ever. You know what your brother liked to do with me ? -Nnnoo, dad. -He liked to tickle me. -Really, dad? -Yes, son, and I tickled him back. If you like you can tickle me too. -You like too? Go ahead, son, you are not afraid of your dad are you? -No, dad. So, I ran some lonely finger over his big chest, I found it rather strange to do that in the middle of the night. -I am very ticklish, son, especially near my tummy. Check it out. I ran my finger lower. His belly was strong, I could feel the muscles, but as I went deeper I hesitated and had my fingers stuck at his bellybutton. I began to softly scratch and rub him there. He laughed a bit, but it didn't sound genuine, really. -Go on... -What dad? -Carry on tickling, but much lower if you can. I swallowed my apprehension and continued my hand search. I stopped all of a sudden as I felt something hard obstructing my way. What was that? -Go on, boy, go on. -But dad, I... -Are you going to chicken out on me, son? Your brother did this all the time with me. Didn't he play this ticklish game with you? -No, dad, never. -Hmm, funny, I knew he liked it. Never mind, son, my dad said. He grabbed my hand, pulled it up under the sheet and let it rest on the hard thing. He didn't release my hand at all, just secured it there with his big manly hand over mine and pushed it down as if he were going to flatten it. My own hand was not big enough to cover the hard thing, and each time he pushed it down, something came alive and pushed me back in the palm of my hand. I was holding my dad's Mickey; my fingers could barely secure it. -Just move the skin like you were Milking a cow tit, son. I never milked a cow tit but I did what he suggested. My dad's legs spread pushing my body aside a bit. His hand was now doing the same with my Mickey and I couldn't suppress the thrill of the sensations that scavenged though my tiny body. -See son, I am teaching you another way of tickling. You can move your hand in circle form, while kneading the hard thing that you feel. How does it feel, Ricky? -It feels strange dad...I have never felt something like that. -Why don't you get on your side and use your right hand, it is much easier to tickle with a right hand. I wondered why he had unbuttoned my shirt in the first place, when it was so cold, but now I felt my body heating up, so close to him. -You just tickle on, while I will tickle you, Ok. -Ok, dad, I said kind of relieved. If that was the game my dad liked I didn't want to dissapoint him. My small fingers were back on his hard spot. I was rubbing and plastering it like he told me and everytime I felt something pushing me back. I realized by now, that this was something not all children of my age did with their dads and I shouldn't tell anyone. Dad didn't have to tell me that, I just sensed it was something between him and me. I lost my apprehension as curiosity took over from it. -Dad? -Yes, he answered while his fingers were roaming over my soft nipples and abdomen. -Why is this so hard here? Is it a bone? -Yes and no... His hand descended to my belly button and caressed me patiently. Something came like electricity into my body from my waist below. I shivered, and it was more than tickling. It was so strong I clasped my thighs together very tightly and in an unwanted reflex I squeezed the hard bone in my dad's pyjamas. My dad jolted like he got stung. -Why did you do that, son? He asked kind of surprised. My other hand had changed into a fist by the sensations I had felt surging from pubes. It was so strange and overwhelming a tickle, something I had never experienced before. -Sorry dad, you tickle me too much there. -Really, dad chuckled, like this I did? Now he ran his thumb and index like a bridge from my bellybutton all the way to my groin, I couldn't control the jerking of my hips. My thighs moved like mad and leapt to all sides, I squirmed like a tortured worm. -Stop it dad, please? I giggled. He put my hand back on his hard thing, while his hand was now like a bridge over my Mickey. I grew silent. I couldn't see it but I knew it was reaching down bit by bit. Then something heavy cupped my private parts. And instantly my Mickey responded like it had never done before, it grew hard superfast. He pressed my Mickey down while he glued my hand over his hardness. -Yours is hard too, son. -You mean it is the same? I mean, dad, that hard bone is your Mickey? -Yep son, indisputably it is. I froze, I didn't know what to say anymore. He neither. We both grew silent, only our hands were talking in their own way, rubbing, palping, and skidding our Mickeys. It sure felt good. My little mast was poking against my trousers, but dad kept on pushing it down. I couldn't fathom the size of his. He moved my fingers lower and yes, now I was convinced it was my fathjer's Mickey that I had been holding down all the time, because I gotten hold of his eggs and they wer biiiiig. Dad said nothing more; we were like in a mute Chaplin movie. He laid my hand on his chest, which he had not covered with a jacket. He didn't even wear a vest. He was not cold at all. I don't know what he was fumbling about below his torso and why he had taken my hand away from his Mickey, 'cause I started to like it down there. To feel a strong Mickey like that was something in my young life. He brought up his knees which made a huge tent; I could see that allright in the darkness. What was he up too? He had needed both his hands. Then the knees went down again. He picked up my right hand and asked me to crawl it over his tummy and down. I felt his skin grow goose pimples the lower I got. But I found no more trousers. Hair was what I met. I withdrew like something had bitten me. He grabbed my arm and slid it over his belly. My hand lay on his Mickey and his eggs. It was a hairy mess and his Mickey felt different, raw fleshy and bony. Something wet too. -Move your fingers around my pole, son and feel what happens. I think I didn't do it too well, because my dad quickly came to my aid and fastened his fist over my fist and helped me to move the skin up and down. -Like that, son, soft and smoothly, no brute manhandling of my Mickey. -I cannot do it dad, it is too big. -Then use both hands. I wrapped them around and finally got the knack of it. But it was hard to concentrate on it as my dad had gotten hold of mine doing the same movement. The friction of my Mickey's head got me rolling and shivering with pleasure. I felt I had to pee and told my dad. -No, you won't pee, my dear, just hold on and grind your teeth that will do the job, but better try to relax. I still lay on my side and it became kind of awkward for him I think, because he asked me to come and lie on top of him. Everything went faster; he asked nothing just did the things that pleased him. Once I lay on his strong tummy he had my pyjama pants down and out of the bed. -Now we are equally naked son, that's much cozier, don't you think so? -I guess so, dad. -Now have you ever seen two dogs in the streets, jumping each other? -Yes, dad...one time one dog, so big, started humping on my leg. -Well, we can do the same thing. Just think you are a puppy and I am a big one, and you want my attention. Why don't you part your legs a bit so daddy can put his big bone between your thighs and just under your poopoo. -Like that? I asked and I hauled myself over his big Mickey, which was so big that it reached my ribcage from his eggs upwards. It was a bit uncomfortable, but now that he had it just around the corner of my behind I was much better. -Ok, no move your lower body as if you were going to surf on me, like body surf. -I got it dad, I have seen that on the beach last year. It goes like this... -Exactly, and try to push your Mickey into my bellybutton, push it as hard as you can. The feeling, I remember, of his mast scrubbing my poopoo and my own Mickey frictioning in a sea of hair, which tickled me everywhere, drove me nearly nuts, but I kept pushing on, until I could no more. -What happened my superboy? Tired? -No, dad, I t t t old you, I have to pee, I cannot pee on my dad can I? I was actually holding my Mickey in my fist, clenching the foreskin tightly together as not to lose a drop on my dad. My dad said nothing, he just threw the blankets away, lifted me up in one haul and before he got his mouth over my Mickey said: -Give all you got, son. And I let go all of the juice. I think I pissed like half a liter in my dad's mouth that swallowed it all. While he did this he rubbed my butt real sweet and lovingly. His hands cupped my tiny little eggs and played with them as if they were my marbles. The sheer release of my pee was such a fantastic moment of joy that I hugged my dad, I don't know why, I just did it. -Your pee was tasty like Fanta, he said. We both laughed and frolicked around in the bed. He didn't make me leave straight away, like I thought he would have. -Dad, did my brother do exactly the same thing? -Yes, Ricky, until he was way grown up, but once he was like twelve his urine had become white. I will tell you sometime why. Let's go to sleep now, tomorrow is a big day for you. Your first school day, isn't it? And I will bring you. He switched off the light and I lay back in his arms, his hairy legs and knees under my butt and my head on his chest. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- You like this? Write to aihufist@yahoo.com And read Prolific Authors my other stories.