Date: Sat, 21 Jul 2007 12:38:46 EDT
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: "Sand in My Suit" story

     [NOTE: This story involves sex between a man and his very young son.
If this sort of storyline bothers you, please read no further.]

			      SAND IN MY SUIT
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" I heard as I lay trying to nap in the warm
summer sun. I had layered on enough sunscreen to feel safe for an hour or
so and never napped longer than that. But that voice was enough to ruin any
hope of going on to sleep.
     "What is it?" I groaned, opening my eyes.
     My son Ricky was standing before me. "Daddy, I want an ice cream."
Ricky said to me.
     "We didn't bring any." I said patiently.
     "Can't we buy some?" Ricky whined.
     "Son." I rose up on one arm. "This is a private beach, remember? It's
not like the public beach where there's a lot of people around and they
sell ice cream nearby. It's just us here, you and me and Mommy and
Dierdre."
     "But I want an ice cream." Ricky whimpered. "When I go to the beach, I
always get an ice cream."
     "I know, and we'll go out for ice cream when we head home." I
said. "We still have some fruit juice in the ice chest. Would you like one
of those, or something to eat?"
     "No." Ricky grumbled, looking sour and unhappy.
     I didn't blame him. This beach was a perk of my wife's, she worked for
a big corporation that owned this house and this stretch of ocean-front
property. Oh, the very edge of the beach itself was public property, but it
was lousy for surfing and far enough away from public areas to be left
alone. Some strategically placed rocks pretending to be a natural formation
(but which I knew wasn't, the corporation had set out to protect its
property from interlopers) made strolling along the beach up to this area
untenable. A beautiful beach nearly a half mile long, all for
you...assuming you wanted to be all alone on a beach. And what young boy
really wants to be all alone? I felt about the same way. If this had been a
getaway, just my wife and me, maybe it would have been good, but with a
seven-year-old boy and a twelve-year-old girl along, it was about as
exciting as watching paint dry.
     This house and the land it was on was a place for high-powered
executives to come and relax and enjoy the sun and such. The house
contained a few embarrassments, such as an over-ornate bedroom in
pink-and-fluffy obviously meant for assignations, but Dierdre loved it and
claimed it as her own. My wife and I took a more sensible bedroom nearly as
big, and Ricky got a smaller one. Plenty of room for us, the house was
meant for up to twelve or fifteen people. For just the four of us...well,
it was big enough to rattle around in, like four rocks in the bottom of
Ricky's plastic pail, and about as comfortably.
     Ricky walked over to where Dierdre was building a sand castle. I
should have realized in his current mood that this was trouble, but I
didn't. Instead, I closed my eyes...only to open them again two minutes
later at Dierdre's scandalized shout!
     "Ricky!" And Dierdre, who was a good foot taller than Ricky and used
to roughhousing with him, tackled him hard!
     They were nearly forty feet from me, I got there really too late for a
lot of good. Dierdre had revenged her sand castle by taking Ricky down and
scooping up handfuls of sand and was rubbing it anywhere she could think
of. Ricky had sand in his hair, under his arms, and probably elsewhere. He
was yelping and ready to be rescued.
     "Mom, he ruined my castle, just ruined it! He's awful, totally awful!"
Dierdre cried as my wife came up and intervened as she always did, on
Dierdre's side.
     "It's all right, baby, it's all right." Celia crooned as her daughter
wept inconsolably against her bosom.
     "I hate him, I hate him, just hate him. I want to go home, I hate this
place!" Dierdre moaned.
     "I'm sorry, Daddy." Ricky said as he got to his feet. "She was done
with the castle; I thought it was time to wreck it."
     "It wasn't yours to wreck." I said to him. "You need to apologize to
your sister, and you need to mean it." I said. "For starters." I said
after, to my wife who was looking like I was being too easy on him.
     "Dierdre, I'm real sorry." Ricky said, scuffling. "I didn't mean to."
     "Yes, you did, you did!" Dierdre screamed at him.
     "I think these two have had a little too much of each other." Celia
said to me.
     "You're probably right." I agreed.
     "Why I don't take Dierdre back to the house and get her cleaned up and
we'll go have a girl's night on the town." Celia said. "You keep Ricky busy
out here for an hour and we'll be gone by then."
     "All right." I accepted the perfunctory kiss Celia had started giving
me three years ago, about the same time she cut our sex life down to less
than once a month (we were going on three months without right now, I was
ready to stop even asking for it), and my wife took my daughter up toward
the house.
     "I want to go take a shower, too." Ricky said.
     "Not right now." I cautioned him. "Right now, you and Dierdre need to
keep way, way apart. Wait an hour and we'll go get you cleaned up."
     "But there's sand in my suit, Daddy!" Ricky complained.
     "And in your hair and all over you." I agreed. "Should have thought of
that before you kicked over Dierdre's sand castle, shouldn't you?"
     "But it itches." Ricky said as he scratched himself in his
privates. "It itches me all over." and he began to scratch at his stomach
and ribs.
     "Don't do that, you'll tear your skin up." I cautioned him.
     "But it itches." Ricky said.
     "Well...let's try to brush it off you instead." I compromised. "If
that doesn't work, we'll think about going up to the house and finding a
garden hose and an outside faucet."
     Ricky obeyed, began to stroke his hands over himself, rapid,
brushing-off movements. Then he slowed. "I think it's working." he said as
he moved his hands over himself. "Can you get my back for me, Daddy?"
     "Sure, Son." I said and I knelt down behind my son and began to brush
at his back. I was struck, as I often am at such moments, how much Ricky
and I look alike. I could look at Dierdre sometimes with her red hair and
skin far paler than me or her mother, and wonder if she was my daughter,
but Ricky was a smaller version of me in all ways. We had the same deep
brown hair, the same straight, windswept nose like a miniature ski-jump on
our faces, the same long flat cheeks and the same somewhat angular body
that I had managed to put a good bit of muscle on after years of work, but
Ricky was...well, he was me at that age. I felt a kindredship with him I'd
never felt with my daughter. A man should dote on his daughter, but you
have to know Dierdre, who was destined to be a true material girl some day,
with her, love was all gimee-gimee-gimee and never giving back. Ricky had
his mean streak (witness the sand-castle's destruction) but his emotions
were genuine and worn on his sleeve. Even when he apologized to Dierdre, he
did really mean he was sorry.
     My hands slid over his hand and felt the young energy in there. The
vitality that had once been so much my own, born anew in my son's body.
     My son crooned at the soft grooming I was giving him. "That feels
really good, Daddy." he said. "Can you get my legs for me now?"
     "Sure, Son." I said and my hands went down and brushed at the
offending sand clinging to my son's body. The sunscreen lotion was making
it stick, I realized; that was why so much of it was on my boy's tender
young body. But the sand soaked up the sunscreen, if I was careful, and
moved my hand slow and thoroughly, it was all coming off, sand and salt and
all, cleaning my son's skin.
     I got his legs except for some at the bottom of his bathing suit and I
said as I got up there. "Boy, she really filled your trunks full, didn't
she?"
     "Uh-huh." Ricky said. "She got it all over my winky. Can you get it
off for me, Daddy?"
     I looked around. Celia and Dierdre were safely inside the
house. Nobody else around at all. "I guess it's safe if I do that." I said.
     "Get it out, Daddy." Ricky said and his hand pulled his swim-trunks
away from his stomach, leaving a dark triangular opening inside. "Get it
all out for me, please?"
     I reached in and felt the warmth of Ricky's skin and the sand trapped
there. "Yeah, she got a lot inside you there, didn't she?" I
murmured. "This might take a while."
     "Yeah, Daddy." Ricky said softly as I brushed my fingers around his
balls, his little testicles relinquishing the sand at my careful
urging. The sand poured out his legs and down onto the beach again.
     "Mmm, Daddy, that's nice." Ricky said. "I like it when you do that."
     "I'm sure you do." I agreed. "I know I liked it when I was your age
and did it with my brothers."
     "I don't have any brothers." Ricky pointed out.
     "I know, son, and I'm sorry. I wanted more children than two, but your
mother didn't."
     "Well, if you did it with your brothers." Ricky decided. "Can you do
it with me?"
     My hand had gone up and I wasn't that surprised to find my son
throwing a miniature boner. Even at that age, the cock when stimulated can
get hard. I felt his little two-incher poking up.
     "I think this needs to be cleaned off extra good." I said to him.
     "Yeah." Ricky giggled. "Clean it good for me, Daddy."
     "I will, baby, I will." I promised. My hand first I used to actually
clean his dick of sand, for it was covered. That done, I kept on pulling on
it, letting it go at the top of each stroke, but then going back and
grabbing it again.
     "That feels real good, Daddy." Ricky approved. "Is this what you did
with Uncle Mike and Uncle Jeff?"
     "Yeah, pretty much." I said. "We were all a lot younger, though."
     "Do it some more." my son urged me.
     "I'll do it the real way me and Mike and Jeff did it."
     "Yeahhhh!" Ricky said.
     My fingers caught hold of his little pud and I began to wank him, my
fingers pulling back and forth on his little cock-skin, my wrist moving
more than enough to skin his shaft all the way back and pull the skin all
the way forward over his glans with each stroke.
     "Mmmm, ohhhh, Daddy, mmmm!" Ricky moaned. "That feels really good,
Daddy. Really good."
     "You have a nice dick to play with, son." I agreed. "Really nice to
play with it."
     "Uh-huh." Ricky said, a bit absently. His mind was elsewhere, on the
pleasure building up in his body, I figured. Then he said, "Daddy?"
     "Yeah, son?"
     "Can I play with yours, too?"
     I hesitated only a moment. I had a wife who had cut me off and a
daughter who only saw me a wallet with legs. My son, though, was just happy
to be with me. When the rest of your family deprives you of love, you take
what's left without balking.
     "Sure, Son, sure." I said. "But let's sit down so you can reach me
easier, okay?"
     Ricky's hand was already at my suit's waistband. I guided him over to
the lounger I'd been sitting in. Not a chair, one half sat on the ground
and it was solid both seat and back. Comfortable enough that I had been
falling asleep sitting on it. Comfortable enough to let me and Ricky sit
down side by side on it and my son have no trouble getting his little hand
into my trunks and fish out my dong.
     Ricky went "Oooh!" when he got hold of it. Then "Oooh!" again when he
got it outside of my swimsuit. "Boy, Daddy, yours is a lot bigger than
mine!"
     "Yours will get bigger when you get older." I said. "Right now, yours
is just the right size."
     "Yeah." Ricky giggled again and I found myself mimicking his carefree
laugh. It just felt right, to giggle like a kid again when your son has
hold of your cock and his fingers are causing the blood in your prong to
begin to boil with joy.
     Ricky began to move his hand like I was. Those little strokes were
enough to move my cock-skin up over my glans. "Mmm, yeah, Son, that's
great." I enthused. "Really good. But it'll be even better if you move your
hand all the way up and down on it."
     "Like this?" Ricky's hand began to pump up and down. A little too
hard.
     "Not too hard." I said as the down-pull was a bit painful. "Just back
and forth without pulling it too tight. Oooh, yeah, like that." Now my son
was pumping his Daddy's cock right.
     "Oh, this is nice, Daddy, really nice." Ricky groaned. "I feel kind of
funny in my tummy."
     I knew what that meant. "It's going to feel even better in just a
moment, baby." I said. "Get ready for the ride of your life."
     "Oh, oh, Daddy, oh, that's good, that's good, oh, oh, OH,OH, OH, OH,
OH, OH, OHHHHH!" Ricky ended with a long, shuddering sound and his body
quivered like a pile of Jell-O, and then he was still and I stopped pumping
on him.
     Ricky was panting hard and I said, "That's how you do it, Son." I
said. "Did you like that?"
     "Oh, yeah, Daddy, oh, yeah!" Ricky moaned. "That was great! Really
great!"
     Ricky's head leaned over and nestled onto my chest near the bottom of
my ribs, and he looked down and saw my cock in his hand. "Will yours do
that, too?" he wanted to know.
     "It sure will, if you pump it long enough." I agreed.
     Ricky didn't need any more encouragement, his small hand began to work
me in earnest. His head was still on my stomach and I knew he was watching
my dong, watching with interest at how the skin slipped back and forth over
my cockhead, how the shiny pool of precome oozed out and gleamed in the
early afternoon sun.
     Me, I just lay there and watched my son watch himself jerking my
pud. My hand stroked his hair and I said to him, "My good little boy." I
said gently. "My sweet little son. Such a good boy, making his Daddy feel
good."
     "Is your tummy feeling funny now, Daddy?"
     "It's getting there." I said. "And my winky is really beginning to
tingle."
     "Mine did, too." Ricky snorted his glee. "More and more and then it
just went all wacky on me."
     "Mine's going to go wacky in a minute, son." I said. "Just keep
pumping it, baby, fast as you can now. The faster the better."
     Ricky's hand sped up on me, and I gave myself up to the glory. I had
somebody nursing my pud to its climax, I was building up my come-load
without having to exert myself to make it happen, I had my own son, my
little boy, my younger self, working it for me, and he wanted to. Not like
my wife who only did it as a favor now and then. My boy WANTED me to come!
     And the thought brought the experience, my balls began to churn and my
breath began to catch in my throat. "Oh, oh, Ricky, I'm going to come." I
gasped out. "Any second now, baby, I'm going to come, baby, I'm going to
shoot!"
     "Shoot, Daddy, shoot!" Ricky called out and he didn't whisper. That
was all right, the surf would drown him out at more than fifty feet, and
anything less than that, nobody was there to hear it.
     "I'm coming, baby, it's going to shoot out now, all of it going to
shoot, oh, baby, baby, God, baby, OH, GOD, OH, I'M COMING, SON, I'M
COMING!" And with that final warning, I blasted my wads with a vigor and a
rush that I hadn't felt since my wedding night.
     My come sprayed Ricky right on his face and chest, it also soaked my
stomach. Ricky didn't do anything but laugh as my hot jizz splattered his
face and shoulders, he kept on pumping.
     "Yeah, shoot it, Daddy, shoot it hard, more, Daddy, more, more!" he
urged me.
     Taking it like a trooper, that was my thought as my orgasm concluded
and I spent the last couple of dribbles out of my dong with the last erg of
my energy.
     "Oh, baby, oh, baby, oh, oh, oh!" I heaved.
     "Wow, Daddy, that was awesome!" my son was awestruck at my
achievement. "You really did shoot out of your winky."
     "Yeah, Son." I said. "When you grow up, it starts doing that."
     "Oh, wow!" Ricky said. A pause. "It tastes salty."
     He must have caught some in his mouth. "Yeah, it's salty." I
agreed. "I guess I really messed you up, didn't I?"
     "Yeah." Ricky giggled, he thought it was funny, getting Daddy's spunk
all over himself.
     I closed my eyes and relaxed, really relaxed for the first time in I
don't know how long. I felt Ricky moving but didn't think much of it. It
took me a while to realize what he was doing.
     My son was licking my stomach, licking up my jism. When I realized
that, I threw another erection and my son concluded by licking my
newly-hard prong clean of its clinging clumps of sperm.
     "That's got it all off you, Daddy." Ricky boasted.
     I looked into his face and nodded. "Yeah, but you're still a mess."
Well, turnabout is only fair. I moved my face down to Ricky and I kissed
him, then I started licking his face clean of my jizz. He had one clump on
his forehead, one on his left cheek and a third on his chin. I got them all
off him and leaned back, licking my lips visibly.
     "You like it, too, Daddy?"
     "Yeah, Son." I said. "You get big enough to make your own, your Daddy
can drink it all down for you."
     "I can do it for you the next time, if you tell me when." Ricky
agreed. "I bet it tastes even better when it's shooting out, the one that
hit me in the mouth tasted the best of all."
     "I guess the rest of it was flavored with sunscreen and sand." I
agreed. "Your face sure was."
     "Yeah, I still got sand on me." Ricky agreed. "Can we go clean up,
now?"
     "Well, Son...." I hesitated and that's when I heard Celia's car start
up. Ricky and I listened as it pulled out of the driveway and onto the
highway and then I continued, "Yeah, it's time for you and me to go get
cleaned up. We got the rest of the day to ourselves."
     "Cool!" Ricky agreed.
     We showered and I fixed Ricky a light snack, we would go out to eat
about sundown but that was seven o'clock at night. While we were eating,
the phone rang.
     "Hi, Matthew, it's me." came Celia's voice on the other end.
     "What is it, hon?"
     "The office called, they need me to come in." my wife said.
     I wasn't too surprised, all our vacations the last few years had been
cut short like this by her office, they refused to give her a full week off
without dragging her back early like this. "Well, bring Dierdre back out
and we three will make do here without you until the end of the week." I
said. I told myself I really should try harder with Dierdre, I was
alienating my daughter, I knew....
     "Dierdre doesn't want to come back, not after this afternoon." my wife
said. "I've agreed to take her back to the city with me and she'll finish
out the week staying with a friend of hers. I'll stay in town and you can
bring our vacation stuff back with you when you come back. Are you coming
back tonight?" We still had five days of our nine-day vacation (counting
weekends) to go.
     I looked over at Ricky. "No, that's okay." I said. "You'll be busy,
why don't you check into a spa or something and pamper yourself for
whatever is left of your vacation if they'll let you. Ricky and I will keep
busy out here."
     "Well, if you don't mind." the relief in Celia's voice was evident. "I
may just do that, stay in a hotel near the office. Be a vacation away from
the kids."
     "And my vacation, just my son and me." I agreed. "Ricky and I will
really get to know each other."
     "All right, Matthew. I'll see you Sunday night."
     "Good-bye, hon." I said and hung up. Looked over at Ricky.
     "Hey, sport." I said to his beaming face. "You ready to play some more
games with your Daddy?"
     "Yeah!" Ricky agreed. "Can we play sand-in-my-suit again, this time
without any sand?"
     "We sure can!" I scooped my son up and carried him in my arms
upstairs.
     It's even better without the sand!

				  THE END
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