Date: Sat, 2 Nov 2013 21:56:52 -0400 (EDT) From: Milford Slabaugh Subject: Do Whatever You Want DO WHATEVER YOU WANT By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM WWW.TOMMYHAWKSROGUEMOON.COM I heard a knock at my door and I called out, "Hello?" and then went to answer it, my heart pounding. Martha was to bring Robin by my apartment. I got off my bed and went over to open the door. "Daddy!" Robin called and jumped toward me. I hastily bent down and wrapped my arms around his small body. "Robbie! Robbie, my baby, my little boy!" I babbled, tears filling my eyes. It had been almost three months since I'd seen Robin last. Three months of attorney meetings and court documents. Martha had fought my seeing Robin every fucking step of the way. So I held my baby tight and hugged him on and on. It took me a while to realize what was missing here. Martha. I let go of Robin and looked up. Robin was alone at the front door? What the hell? "Martha?" I said, thinking maybe she was to one side of the door, the hallway didn't show me much but the door across the hall. "Martha, where are you?" I stood up and went out into the hall. Nothing. Then back at Robin. "Robbie, where's your mother?" "She knocked and then when you said hello, she hugged me and left." Robin explained to me. Robin was small for his age, his hair was dark brown, and cut in a simple bowl-shape that reached to the bottoms of his ears. If it'd been blonde, he'd have looked like a Hanson brother. The younger variety, that is. Well, that sounded like Martha. She had dodged every meeting and court appearance she could. The last few meetings, she had been in a separate room at the attorney's office and he would talk to us, and then walk out and talk to her, and then come back in. Like she couldn't bear to look at me. I looked at the single small bag Robin had with him. An overnight case. "Is that all you brought with you?" I asked. "Uh-huh." Robin said. "That's not much." I had expected a full suitcase, maybe two. "Did you bring any toys?" The overnight case couldn't hold more than a few pieces of clothing, and nothing heavy. Robin was wearing a lightweight sweater over regular clothing, nothing else. Hell! "No." Robin said. "Mom said not to bring any of my toys here." I had to sigh and leave it at that. A young hyperactive boy visiting me on the only weekend of the month that I got to have him with me (Martha had won most of the custody arrangements, I was also to get him for six weeks every summer, but she'd fought the court order all through last summer, too late now), and he didn't even have any toys to play with. "Well, we'll go out and pick up some toys for you tomorrow." I said. "Are you hungry or thirsty?" "No." Robin said. "Mom and me ate before we came here." "I was wondering about that." I was supposed to get Robin at four o'clock in the afternoon of Friday, and it was now almost eight o'clock at night. "Well, I have stuff if you get hungry or thirsty." Robin was looking around my apartment. "Is this all?" He asked after a while. I had to sigh again. "Yes, Robbie, this is all of the apartment. The bathroom's through that door over there." I had what was little more than a motel room. My bed was dead center of the room, leaving a few feet on three sides to let you walk. Behind the bed was an entire wall devoted to the closet and shelves. The wall beyond the foot of the bed held a dresser (I'd picked it up at a secondhand furniture store) holding a small, cube-like refrigerator, and a television set. To the left of this dresser (looking at it from the bed) was the door into the bathroom, and the right of it was the blank space the door to the outside could open onto. The door was on the right-hand wall nearly at the corner, and the wall beside it was basically blank space. No room to do anything with it, you had to walk right alongside it to get around the bed to the closet. Same thing on the left-hand side except the window took up over half that wall; you needed the path along the wall to get to those lower shelves. Not much room, I agree. Large enough for a man newly single again to live, assuming he was willing to eat out or eat cold sandwiches. How was it for a man with a very young child? Well, for one weekend a month, maybe not so good. "Let's watch some television, then, and then we'll get in bed." I told Robin. "Tomorrow, we'll go out and we'll do whatever you want, how about that?" "Whatever I want?" Robin asked me, wide-eyed. "Sure." I said. "This whole weekend, we can do whatever you want to do." Assuming my money would hold out. I was having to pay child support and alimony in a sizeable chunk, add in attorney's fees to that and I was barely scraping by. I think that was why Martha dropped him on me with as little as possible, force me to spend money I couldn't afford so I'd have less to spend on attorneys. And in the process, make Robin hate the weekends he spent with me. Maybe enough to make him whine and beg not to come here for six whole weeks in summer. "Okay." Robin looked again at the single bed. "Where do I sleep, Daddy?" "You and me have to share the bed when you're here." I admitted. "But that's okay, isn't it?" The single bed was the reason I only got one weekend a month with Robin, to get regular custody visits, I needed to have an entire separate bedroom for him. That wasn't going to happen anytime soon, I knew. I was aiming for two years' time, but knew it was more likely to be three or four. Or five or six. "Sure." Robin said. He crawled up to get beside me and I turned the television set to the Nicktoons Channel. "So, Robbie, what's been going on with you lately?" I asked. I had months to catch up on. And I listened to his chatter with avid attention. God, I hadn't paid this much attention to him back when I was living with him! You never know what you got until what you got is gone. But I knew Robin's bedtime was nine o'clock and since I figured he'd wake me up at about six a.m. the way he always did when I was living with him and Martha, so when that time rolled around, I gave an exaggerated yawn and said, "Well, Robbie, it's time for you and me to hit the hay." "But we're already in bed, Daddy." Robin pointed out, accurately enough. "Only because I don't own any chairs yet." I said. And wouldn't, long as I lived here. "But you need you get in your pajamas and crawl in bed." "I don't have no pajamas." Robin snickered. "What's in that suitcase you brought, anyhow?" I asked. "Two pairs of underwear, two pairs of socks, a shirt and a pair of pants." Robin said. "And my toothbrush. Mom said you'd have everything else here for me." The bare essentials. "That's your mother all over." I settled for saying. "Okay, go in there and use the toothbrush and get back out. You can sleep in your underwear while you're here. Or we'll buy you some pajamas." "How do you sleep, Daddy?" "Uh...in my underwear, like you." I said. I usually slept naked, a habit I'd resumed since leaving Martha. "Oh." Robin seemed disappointed, and I wondered if Martha had told Robin about my old habit. It didn't seem likely, even from a woman bitter from her divorce like Martha. Maybe he'd overheard something, and his next words seemed to confirm that unspoken thought of mine. "Can I sleep naked, Daddy?" "Naked?" "Yeah. You said I could do whatever I wanted this weekend." "I said that." I said slowly, carefully. "So I want to sleep naked. Like you used to before I came along." I thought about asking how he knew that, decided I didn't want to know. I had to think about this. "Well...all right. Long as you don't tell your mother I let you." "Okay!" Robin ran into the bathroom with his toothbrush. I spent the three or four minutes he was in there getting undressed down to my own briefs. Stood in front of the mirror, a full-length one on the left-hand wall, and looked at myself. Still young, damn it. I shouldn't have married so damned early, that had been the biggest part of what had broken me and Martha up. My body was still that of a young man, firmly muscled (my job involved a hell of a lot of lifting), ripped, even, my waist was still slender and firm, my hair was the same shade as Robin's, though much more wavy than Robin's own straight, almost limp hair. I turned and posed. Yeah, I could get a job as a model for the right kind of ad, blue jeans or cologne, with this body and this face. I wasn't quite thirty years old yet, I had a few more years before the lines would start in.... "Hey, Daddy!" Robin called, jerking me from my reverie. He was standing in the bathroom doorway, only a few feet away from me. Stark naked. His body was thin, fair-skinned and almost graceful, like a cat's. He was glorying in his nudity as only kids can do. "I'm ready for bed now, Daddy!" "Okay, get in there, then." I said. "I need in the bathroom and then we can go to bed." The space was narrow, I expected Robin to duck to one side to let me by. Instead, he pressed by me and our bodies were squeezed together, I only had about fifteen inches of floor space on that side. And his head brushed right across my groin as he went past; I don't think that part was accidental. I blushed and mumbled an apology and got into the bathroom, looked down. Shit, my dick was tenting out my briefs! I'd been too long without any pussy, but hell, between work, attorneys and money problems, who had time for anything but an occasional hand-jerk at night. And that had been nearly a week ago. I used a rag to wash my body a little, I wasn't that funky but sharing a bed with someone, even your own child, can make you odor-conscious. Done, I brushed my own teeth and looked at myself in the mirror. "You only get one weekend a month with Robbie." I told myself. "Don't fuck it up, mister!" With that, I went out and around the bed to turn out the light, Robin watching my every move. "Come to bed, Daddy." "I am, sport." I said. "Just got to turn off the light, don't I?" I did, but it didn't make that much difference. Outside the window was the parking lot, and the lights from that were pretty strong. I could see Robin easily enough in the bed, and he could see me. I got under the covers and Robin snuggled over next to me. I could feel his body pressing up against mine, a leg over my groin and his prick pressing against my side about navel-high. "This feels nice, Daddy." he said to me, rubbing his hand over my chest. "I like being naked." "Go ahead and enjoy it, Son." I said. "You should get naked, too." he breathed in my ear. "That's okay." I said. "I'm fine." "You sleep naked, don't you?" "I do, when I don't have a kid in my bed with me." I said. "Come on, Daddy." Robin said. "Take them off for me. You said we could do whatever I wanted this weekend, didn't you?" "I was thinking about where we ate lunch or which movie we'd go see." I said. "You said we could do whatever I wanted." Robin said, more willfully. "Now, Robbie, I...." "You said whatever I wanted!" God, the last thing I wanted on this first weekend was him throwing a temper tantrum! "All right, all right!" I said. "Whatever you want, all right!" "Come on, Daddy, take them off, take them off!" Robin immediately turned from angry into wheedling. Cripes! Well, kids have a certain natural curiosity, Robin was just taking advantage of the promise I'd made to satisfy it. Let him have a look and he'd get over it, bored with it, and then start chattering about cartoons again or something. So I shoved him off of me and put my hands down to my briefs and began worming them off under the covers. Robin was quiet enough about this, but as soon as I got them off and he saw them being lifted up out of the top of the covers, he scrunched back in right next to me again. "Okay, now I'm naked." I told Robin, who giggled. "That feels better, doesn't it, Daddy?" "Yeah, it feels better." I had to admit. I'd always felt vaguely greasy, wearing clothing in bed. Robin's hand was back to running itself over my chest, over my stomach. He didn't have his leg up on my groin, which was good because I think I was getting hard again. Too long, damn it! That was my problem, too long since anyone had touched me in anything like a private manner, and... And Robin's hand, small as a butterfly, found and circled my shaft, which swelled and rose to meet that soft, silken touch. My breath drew in sharply between my teeth in a hiss as a sudden, powerful wave of sexual lust raced through my body. "Holy shit!" is what I said as I exhaled that same breath. Robin giggled. "You said shit, Daddy!" His hand was moving on my cock intimately, beyond intimately. Like he'd done this before. He was stroking my cock, moving his hand up and down in a slow but undeniable attempt to pleasure me. "Robbie, Baby, what are you doing?" I gasped. My hand went down to his arm, but I found myself powerless to make him let me go. I wanted him to stop...and I wanted more than anything for him to keep doing it! "Does that feel good, Daddy?" "Oh, ohh!" I groaned. "Does that feel nice, Daddy?" "Ohhh! Yeah!!! My traitor lips betrayed me gleefully. Assured by my words, Robin began to pump on me quicker, more surely. "Am I doing this right?" He asked me. "You're a lot bigger than Freddie." "Freddie?" "A boy I know at school." Robin went on. "I stayed over at his house and he and I did this. It feels nice, doesn't it?" "Yeah, oh, yeah!" God, my body was shaking from this small action by my son than I'd done in...God, since my first time! "Freddie liked it a lot, too!" Robin confided. "But he was doing it to me, too." Well, that wasn't the most subtle hint. "Are you wanting me to do this for you, too, Son?" "Yeah, Daddy, would you, please?" "I guess so!" I gasped. Shit, I was closer to ready to come than I thought! Robin scooted back and I fumbled for his prick, but the angle was all wrong. I couldn't pull my hand far enough up to grab him without poking him in the ribs with my elbow. "I can't reach you, Son." I said after a try or two. "What should I do, Daddy?" Turn around. Put your legs up here." I said to him. "How is that going to work?" he wanted to know. "You'll see." I threw the covers well back from both of us. "Turn around, put your legs up here and your head down there." He complied, not understanding, but I soon showed him what I intended. Pulling on one thin leg, I had his crotch up to where my head was and then I was licking his prick and nuts. Just licking it, but Robin was groaning. His head wasn't close enough to suck me, but his hand was pumping away at me. I got his entire dick into my mouth and began to suck on my son's pud. He was whimpering and gasping with his pleasure at my tongue and I could feel him trying to reach me in turn, but I held him where he was while I sucked him. "Oh, oh, Daddy!" he gasped. "Daddy, that feels so good! I want to do yours, too, Daddy, can I please do yours, too?" I let go just long enough to answer. "I'll let you do me when I'm done with yours. Just lay there and enjoy it. And don't jerk me any more, just hold onto me, because I want to hold off, okay?" "Okay, Daddy." and I resumed my slurping on his pud. I wasn't just pleasuring my son, I was showing him how it was done, moving my head back and forth, licking his prick with my tongue as I moved on him with my lips, and soon Robin was moaning and he had his little-boy orgasm, shivering and grunting as he thrust at me with his tiny prong. He'd held onto my pud while I was doing him, making slow strokes, but when he hit his climax, he convulsed and his hand damned near squeezed my pud to death. Done, he slumped and was panting hard, and I said, "How did that feel?" "Oh, that was great, Daddy!" Robin gasped. "Really great." "Rest a little and then you can try it on me. If you want to." I amended. Robin panted a bit more, and then he was practically scrambling down to reach my cock. He grabbed it and scarfed it into his mouth faster and further than I had expected. "You have to work up some spit, Robbie." I coached him. "Don't try to take it all down like I did you. Yours is little, mine is a lot bigger." Robin complied and I told him how to keep his teeth clear and then how to move, my hands guiding him at first, but Robin learned quickly and soon he was milking my pud like a pro. I wondered if he'd wear out fast, but he really got into it, he was sucking me hard and I felt my climax building up. "I'm about to come, Robbie." I panted after a time. "I'm going to shoot some white stuff out. It's what you do when you're a grownup, that's all it is. You don't have to swallow it if you don't want to, okay? It doesn't taste nasty, honest, it doesn't, just taste it and decide, okay, Son, okay? Okay?" Robin was too busy slurping on my pud to pay much attention, I guess, because he didn't slow down or respond. My son was so beautiful, his slender form plying itself up and down, and I put a hand on that tender pair of buttocks and the silken feel of the skin was so delightful, and my delight coalesced and built up. "Here it comes, Baby, I'm coming, your Daddy's going to squirt out some hot white cream for you, Baby, get ready to eat it all down, here it comes, here it, ah, ah, GAH-HAH-AH-AH, GAH-HAHHHHH!" My hand on his buttock dove onto his head and held onto him and I squirted my jizz up into my son's mouth and throat, hard! He jerked, surprised, but my hand held him in place and he swallowed my spunk, hard, I could feel his throat muscles moving as he gulped, and I was shooting more of it, ejaculating the hardest fucking load I could remember in a long time, and my son, my little boy, was drinking it all down. "Oh, God, Robbie, baby, God, son, God, yeah, uh, uh, uh, huhhhhhhh!" I finally finished my load and I let go of him and just breathed for a time. I became aware of Robin snuggling up to me and I opened my eyes to see him looking intently into my face. "That was good, Son." I panted to him. "You shot a lot of that stuff." he told me. "I'm sorry, Baby." I said. "I shouldn't have held you down like that." "It's okay." Robin said. "It tasted good. All hot and salty." "Yeah, it's hot and salty, all right." I agreed. "I want some more of it, Daddy." Robin said. "Can you do it again?" "I'd have to rest a while, but yeah. In a while." "Okay." Robin snuggled in. "Get some sleep now, Son." I said to him, running my fingers through his hair. Looking at that sweet angelic face. I went to sleep all right, but woke up a few hours later to find Robin back at my cock. Sucking on me, I guess I'd gotten hard in my sleep and Robbie had felt it and decided to get more of my man-cream. I just lay there and enjoyed it. Soft, slow and sweet, my climax built up in me. Robin again seemed to be indefatiguable, he didn't slow down all the way up until I again moaned and blew a second wad into his hot young throat. This time, Robin was expecting it and he swallowed all of it without any hesitation. Done, he crawled up and said, "I did it again, Daddy!" "You sure did, Son. You sure did." I kissed him and he snuggled in and I went back to sleep. And he got me again before dawn. This time I bent myself around and we managed to sixty-nine, though I had to bend myself pretty hard to make it work. When we again came, Robin well before me, and he gulped me down, he said, "Almost daytime, Daddy." "In another hour." I promised. "We'll get up and go out to breakfast." "You said we could do whatever I wanted this weekend." "Yes." "I want to keep doing this, Daddy. Okay? All weekend? Can we, Daddy?" I moaned. "You're going to wear me completely out, Son!" "Can we, Daddy?" "All right." "Yeah!" And damned if he didn't dive back down to start sucking on me again. I let him, maybe he could wear himself out. Well, he did get tired, but not that tired. We went out for meals, but after, Robin wanted only to get back to the room and get back into bed. I must have come a dozen times that Saturday and he kept it right up throughout Saturday night and into Sunday. Martha came for him that afternoon and I finally got to look at her. "Is he ready?" was all she said. "He's ready." I said. "Come on, Robin." she said to him and turned and walked away again. I gave Robin a quick hug and kiss. "See you again in a month, baby." I said. "You bet! As long as I can do whatever I want! I can't wait, Daddy!" And Robin was out the door and I went over to my bed and lay down again, weary beyond anything I'd felt after a hard day on the job. Do whatever he wanted? With Robin's proclivity for sucking my cock as often as he could, I figured once a month would be about all I could handle! THE END Comments, complaints or suggestions? E-mail the Author at Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM WWW.TOMMYHAWKSROGUEMOON.COM