Danielles Adventures

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Please note: This story' ended up being greater in scope than I had originally planned. Initially, the idea was to tell you about my sexual awakening and the various notable experiences I'd had(I did not plan to write a novel). The (Sort of)' in the title was added because there are far more non-sexual parts than I'd thought there would be. I'm not sure if any of these parts are relevant to the overall scheme of things, but they came out as I was writing. So, since the ideas felt compelled to come out, I left them in the story. I do hope this gives you more insight as to the kind of life I had and the things I presently came to enjoy and how I came to love those things.

Part 09: "The (Sort of) Sexual Autobiography of Danielle: Year One" by DanielleCDinNJ@yahoo.com Copyright(c)2014 Danielle Zor-El, All Rights Reserved

Gay.

I think, therefore I am.

Sex. Men. I love sex. I love men.

I love sex with men.

Does this make me a freak? That depends on your point of view.

Do I care? Suffice it to say, I'm not going to lose any sleep over it.

I love lots of sex with lots of men.

Does this make me a slut? Probably.

Am I proud of myself? Yes, actually.

Am I full of myself? Again, that depends on your point of view.

But I would like to think that for the most part(and putting aside my lifestyle), I am a normal(is anyone really 'normal'?), upstanding individual in the eyes of the law. The most severe law I'd be considered guilty of breaking is speeding 25+ miles per hour above the speed limit down the turnpike.

I have a job, I had a family.

The ex-wife is off living somewhere in luxury with a boyfriend that could give her what, obviously, I could not.

Our four kids are grown living across the four points of the compass leading and enjoying their own lives.

The ex never stays in touch, unless she's feeling particularly interested in pointing out my shortcomings.

She resents the fact that I discovered my true self based on an act that she, herself, initiated.

The kids stay in touch, regularly.

There's no resentment or hatred there. They long ago accepted me for who I really am.

And that's what matters most to me: I am free to be who I really am, and the four people in my life that mean everything to me, accept and love me.

What more could a person want?

Years before Danielle came to be, I was just Daniel, smallish in stature with naturally curly brown hair that sometimes got in my eyes. I was very shy; I didn't make friends easily, and if I did, you could count them all on one hand. I was picked on quite a bit in those days; my small, thin frame and obvious shyness was a target as clear as the bull's eye on a dartboard. It didn't help that even at eighteen years old, I looked like I was 12. It also didn't help that my hair was almost to my shoulders. I was not athletic at all; constantly teased about looking and acting like a girl. Although I had two brothers, I was a loner. And then there were my parents; Mom was all-business; a stay-at-home mother and Dad was a globe-hopping business-type. So I did the best I could to stay out of everyone's way, rarely ask for anything, and try to get through each day without incident. If that meant being alone, it was okay with me.

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Summer, 1972

It was a typical late-June day, hot and sunny, with a slight breeze that was warm, and I was playing on our block. We lived on a quiet street in East Newark, New Jersey and that day was no exception. Very little traffic made its way down our street or the avenue that ran close by. I wasn't doing anything in particular that morning; I remember watching twigs and small leaves traveling in the small stream of water that flowed down the gutter toward a sewer grate. This might not seem very interesting to you, but at that time, decades before computers, video games or the internet, something as minor as water flowing in a gutter held my attention for hours.

When I played, and managed to stay away from the wrath of the neighborhood bullies, I was all over. And that particular day I was dressed much like I was each summer day: t-shirt, shorts(that may have been too short, but this was unintentional on my part, I wore what was available), white socks that came up just slightly over my ankles and Keds. I never thought of myself as sexy, but I'm sure the way I was dressed got the attention of more than a few older males. And I'm fairly certain that when I bent over, I showed some of my ass. That must have been what got the interest of the man I heard behind me.

At first, I didn't hear him; I was much too involved in watching my sticks flow in the water. But, he said hello again and I turned around and greeted him back.

He was a heavy man, possibly in his late-20's. Thinking back, he was easily 250 pounds. He had brown frizzy hair and a moustache and beard to match. Not scraggly, it was frizzy but neatly trimmed. He wore glasses and had a pleasant face. He wore dark jeans and a flannel shirt, even though it was summer. His bare feet fit snugly in the moccasins he wore.

"What's your name," he asked.

"Daniel," I said, "what's yours?"

"I'm Al," he said smiling. "It's nice to meet you. What are you doing?"

"Nothing. Just watching stuff in the water."

"You're very cute," he told me.

I couldn't help but smile. No one had ever called me cute. I suppose my parents at one time called me cute, but I didn't remember when the last time that was and I can be sure it didn't make me feel the way this man did. I felt good.

But the delight I was feeling at his compliment was shattered by my mother calling my name from our house that was just across the street. I didn't even say goodbye; I just ran to and into the house. When my mother called, you didn't answer, you went to her, immediately.

I got the third-degree. Even though me and Al didn't say much to each other, my mother still thought I was lying to her(I did keep his `cute' comment to myself, though). So I got to spend the rest of the day in my room with no TV and no radio. There was nothing more to do than sit in the window and watch the world go by. I watched for Al, but did not see him at all. Eventually, it was time for a bath and bed.

The next morning, I woke up early. Not for any specific reason, mind you, it just happened. So I padded down to the kitchen in my summer pajamas. Those were the type that had a short-sleeved top and shorts as bottoms. It was 7:30 and my mother was already up. If she wasn't taking care of things around the house, she just sat and watched television. That was what she was doing when I said hello to her on the way to breakfast. She was just sitting in her rocking chair in her floral pajamas, moving back and forth, mesmerized by some early-morning soap or game show. She didn't say anything to me about the day before, so I assumed all was okay.

An hour later, after eating a healthy-sized bowl of sugared cereal and straightening out my room, I changed into a pair of my favorite superhero undies and then got dressed in the blue tank top and tan shorts my mother left on my desk chair. Putting on a pair of white socks and throwing on my sneakers, I soon hurried down the stairs. Since I didn't want to bother Mom, I just made my way to the front door.

"Be home by lunch," I heard from the living room.

"Okay, Mommy."

I was out the door.

Down the far end of our block was a small area of grass and benches. There were a few flags among the trees and several memorial stones, listing various people that had served in different branches of the military during the early-20th Century wars. It was called Military Park, but it wasn't really much of a typical park. Sure it had grass and some trees, but being at the end of a city block bordered by three streets, the word `park' was used a bit too loosely. Also among the area were several cannons from each of the aforementioned wars. These were actual, albeit non-functioning, cannons. It was on one of these cannons on this early morning that I had another unpleasant event in my life.

I was up on the cannon, pretending I was loading and firing it in an imaginary war. I was going through the motions of loading it, moving from one side of the cannon to the other and imagining it was erupting it's destruction on some far-off enemy.

Suddenly, I was hit from behind and found myself nearly face-down on the ground in the dirt that surrounded the cannon.

"You're not allowed to be here, sissy."

I looked up and saw the terror of my life, Nicky Martom. He was older, heavier and stronger than I was, and he had his two best friends with him, Todd and Patrick. They were older than me as well.

"These are for real men to play on!"

With that he, then followed by his buddies, started kicking dirt at me, occasionally landing a kick on my legs or ass. I tried to scramble away, but one would leap or run to that side and start his assault from that direction. After a few minutes that seemed like an eternity, we were all startled by a big, booming voice.

"Leave him alone!"

Through my tears, I watched their feet take off and run in three separate directions. As the cloud of dust settled, I saw Al approach and hold out his hand to me.

"You okay, sweetie?," he asked, helping me up.

He called me sweetie!

But all I could do was stand there and cry like a little girl. Maybe everyone was right.

Ten minutes later we walked up onto the porch of his house. Al held my hand all the way from the park to his house. Letting go of my hand at the door, he took his keys out and turned the lock and we went in to a small, cool room. The front door opened directly into his living room; it was a cozy room with half-drawn shades, billowy curtains and numerous pieces of furniture. One of the windows on the side of the room housed the air conditioner that quietly hummed while it kept the room cool. There were also a few coffee tables and a television set up in the room.

Closing and locking the door, he guided me toward the back of the house through a small hallway that ran near some stairs that went up to a second floor. In moments, I was in his bathroom.

"Take off your clothes. I'll be right back," he said softly.

I heard him moving around some in another room as I took off my top and unbuttoned my shorts. I kicked off my Keds, dropped my shorts and pulled off my socks. I was standing in my undies when he came back holding a thick white towel.

"Those too, sweetie," he said, pointing at me.

I stood there for just a split-second, unmoving, as all sorts of things went through my mind; things about strangers and all sorts of risks that I'd always heard about. But this man didn't look like a killer. He saved me from being beaten up. He held my hand gently, caringly, as we walked to his house. And he called me sweetie!

I looked briefly into his blue eyes and felt that he would not hurt me. I had no basis for making such an assumption, but I made it nonetheless.

As I said, this all took less than a second. I looked down and grabbed the waistband of my undies and pulled them down my legs and kicked them onto the pile of the rest of my clothes. And there I stood, my little cock hard and sticking straight out. I blushed as I looked again at Al. He smiled softly as his eyes traveled from my feet all the way to my face. He looked down and took another look at my penis. Then he reached down and gathered up all my clothes and left me standing there. Moments later he returned, holding an empty coffee can.

"Step in the tub, baby. Let's give you a quick rinse."

He called me baby!

I climbed into the tub. Standing there, I watched him turn on the water and adjust the knobs.

"Put your hand under the water. Is it okay?"

I reached out and felt the temperature of the flowing water. I nodded in acceptance to him and he started filling the coffee can.

"Hold your hair up. We don't want to get it wet."

He poured can after can of the warm water down my neck, rubbing away the thin film of dirt that had built up while I had been on the dirty ground. He took a small cloth and wet it; then wiped my face to remove the dirt and the obvious tracks that my tears left on my face. He moved my hands down to my sides and poured more water over my shoulders, chest and back, all the while rubbing my skin to remove the dirt. He didn't use any soap; he just used the warm water. Emptying a can down my stomach, the water ran over my small, hard penis and balls and he rubbed gently as the water flowed. I couldn't help but close my eyes; this contact felt good. I'd masturbated many times before, but this was something different. And he knew how I felt because of the look we shared when I opened my eyes again. He turned me around and had me bend slightly. He poured water over the small globes of my ass and he rubbed all over and in between. It tickled when he ran a finger up and down my crack, stopping momentarily to rub my asshole. He turned me around and finished cleaning me by completely rinsing away all traces of the dirt from my legs.

Turning off the water, he held out his hand to me. I put my thin hand gently in his beefy one and stepped onto the rug that he'd put down at the side of the tub. Seconds later, he wrapped his white towel around me. It was big, poofy and soft. He rubbed me all over, drying me. As he reached around to rub my back, I reached my arms around him as far as they'd go and hugged him. He returned the hug gently and I didn't want to let go. So he closed the towel around me and scooped me up in his big arms.

He carried me to the living room and sat down in a big easy chair, with me on his lap, still with my arms partway around his big body. I held him tight and laid my head on his chest as he held me in the crook of his left arm. I could feel his beard on my forehead and his right hand caressing my legs and feet. We didn't speak, we just sat there together; me listening to his heartbeat, him listening to my rhythmic breathing as he gently rubbed his fingers across the tips of my toes and up around my legs that were exposed past the towel. The slight touch tickled my toes and I wiggled them, causing us both to giggle.

A little while later, I thought I'd heard my name called. I suddenly jerked awake, wondering where I was.

"Easy, honey."

I looked and saw Al and remembered I where I was. I rubbed my eyes and settled back against him.

"You okay?"

"Yeah."

"You fell asleep on me."

"You're comfy."

He chuckled and I thought I hurt his feelings.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

"It's okay, Danny. I don't mind you saying I'm comfy. My wife used to say that, too."

"I didn't see her. Is she working?"

"No, she died last year."

"Oh." He looked sad, so I just cuddled close and didn't say anything more.

After a while, I remembered I had to be home for lunch. "What time is it?"

"Ten-thirty. Why, sweetie?"

"I have to be home for lunch at 12."

"Okay, I'll make sure you get there."

"You better not, my mom would flip if she saw you again."

I told him about what had happened after we had our first meeting on my block.

"I thought as much. That's why I didn't use soap on you or wash your clothes. I just put them in the dryer to get some of the dust out of them. She won't know you were here. How about I walk you as far as the park?"

"Yeah, that's fine," I said, smiling up at him.

He leaned in and kissed my forehead.

We locked eyes with each other and I beamed brightly at him. I was getting a bit warm, and told him so, and opened the towel that was covering me, feeling the cool air on my bare skin.

For the next hour we talked. As I sat there naked on his lap, I told him all about me and my life and he told me things about himself, his life and he even told me a little about his wife, Gloria. He said she had died the year previously from a long battle with cancer; he called it a nasty disease. We told each other about the different foods we liked, both our favorites being hamburgers and french fries. I told him how I enjoyed listening to music, my favorite station being 77 WABC. He told me he was a radio repairman, but hadn't worked much since his wife died. I asked him how he lived and he said he lived off money that she had left for him. He also said he worked on radios as a hobby and promised to show me his workshop. All the while we were talking, his left hand softly rubbed my bare back and shoulders and his right hand continued to caress my legs and feet. And again, my cock stood out hard in plain view, and I didn't feel shy at all.

"Time for you to get dressed, honey," he said, easing me off his lap.

Each time he called me sweetie, honey or baby, my heart fluttered.

He walked toward the back of the house and returned with my clothes. In a few short minutes I was dressed as I had been when I left my house and we were ready to leave.

"Next time you come over, I'll give you a tour of the house, okay?"

I nodded my head and smiled at him.

At five minutes before 12, I entered my house and reported to my mother. She was in the living room, rocking in her chair.

"Where were you?"

I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. "I'm on time, Mom."

"That's not what I asked you."

"I was playing on the cannons down the street. Then I went to the playground."

"I thought so; look at you, you're filthy. Must you play around those cannons? There's nothing but dirt all around."

"But they're fun."

She said, "Wash your hands. Your lunch is on the kitchen table. After you eat, I want you to run to the store for me."

"Yes, Mommy."

I went into the kitchen and on the table awaited my second favorite food: a grilled Muenster cheese sandwich. Mom also left some chips and a glass of milk for me. She must have known exactly when I would be home because the grilled cheese was hot and melty and the milk was ice cold. I sat down and devoured everything she left me. After washing my dish and glass, I went back to her. This time the TV was off and she was reading a crocheting magazine.

"You're to go to the drug store and the butcher," she said, putting down the magazine. Handing me a list, she said, "the main thing at the drug store is my new prescription. I already called them, it should be ready. Also pick up those items on the list. And the meat you need to get is written on the bottom. You won't need any money, they'll put the amounts on my tab. Get going and don't be all day."

As I walked up to the avenue to go to the drug store, I thought about the walk that Al and I shared on my way home. He asked me if I enjoyed the time with him and if I wanted to see him again. I told him I did have fun, especially sitting on his lap, and that I would like to see him again, but Mom couldn't find out. So we agreed that if I was free to see him, he would look for me at the cannons. If I had chores to do or somewhere to be in the morning, he would look for me again in the afternoon. We decided on pre-arranged times. He said he would look for me in the morning from 8 until 10 and then in the afternoon from 1 until 3. I didn't realize until years later how devious I had been acting. He walked me as far as the cannons. I wanted to give him a hug goodbye, but he understood why I didn't. I turned around and waved before walking the rest of the way home. It seemed like I had floated all the way home, the way I had been feeling.

I entered the drug store and went right to the counter where Mr. Mancini, the Pharmacist, was standing. There was an old woman in front of him and he was filling out some papers. He saw me and smiled and went back to her. A few minutes later, he bagged something for her and she left. I stepped up and handed him my mother's note.

"Hello, Daniel," he said.

"Hello, Mr. Mancini."

He was an older man, older than Al I guessed, because even though he did have brownish hair, the sides of his head were graying. He had a small moustache and wore dark-rimmed glasses. He looked crisp and clean in his dark blue smock.

"I see your mother added a few things to get."

"Yes. She said something about it being added to her tab."

"Be right back, okay?"

"Okay."

He turned away and I waited by looking at the spinning rack of comic books that was to my immediate left. Superman, Spider-Man, Wonder Woman, Captain America, Batman, Green Lantern and more. They were all there. But what caught my eye, and made my heart flutter, was the cover of Adventure Comics #420. Dressed in a blue top and cute red short shorts was Supergirl. Beautiful, strong and brave. Things I had never been in my life. And she was throwing a cannon. I held the book in my left hand while I caressed her image with my fingertips of my free hand. I stood there, mesmerized but what my mind was imagining about Kara Zor-El. I didn't just admire her. I wanted to be Supergirl.

I was jolted back to reality by Mr. Mancini calling my name. I wasn't sure he knew what I was thinking, but I was certain he saw me admiring the book's cover. I couldn't help blushing as I made eye contact with him.

"Did you want me to add that to the tab, as well?"

"Uh, oh, no, Mr. Mancini. Mom wouldn't like that," I said, putting the comic back on the rack.

"Bring it here."

I gently grasped the book and walked over to the counter timidly. Mr. Mancini took it and placed it in the bag with Mom's medicine. "It's on the house for being good and waiting patiently. I'll tell your mother; you won't have to worry." He knew Mom so well.

"Thank you, Mr. Mancini," I said, smiling.

"You're welcome, Daniel. See you soon."

I waved and was out the door.

It wasn't long before I had been to Arellio's Butcher Shop and was walking up the stairs into my house. Closing the door behind me, I went to my mother first, handing her the bag from Mr. Mancini's.

"Go put the meat in the refrigerator."

I came back moments later and saw that my comic was on her lap, as she took one of her pills.

"Would you like to explain this?," she said, holding the book up briefly.

"Mr. Mancini gave it to me."

"What did I tell you about touching things that don't belong to you?"

"I was only looking, Mommy." I knew she wasn't going to let me have it.

"Did you ask him for it?"

"No, Mom! He said I could have it for behaving in the store."

"Well, he did call me. He said that you're always good when you go in, so I'll let you have this for acting properly."

She handed me the book. "Thank you, Mommy!" I wanted to hug her, but she didn't make herself accessible with her feet up on the ottoman the way they were.

"And don't forget what I said: if you're not going to buy it, don't touch it."

"It was only twenty-five cents," I countered.

"That's not the point. Cost is not the only concern; if you can't buy it, you shouldn't be touching it. What if it had gotten torn? Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mom."

"Are you going back out? Dinner will be at five."

"No, I'll just go to my room to read."

"I'll call you."

Moments later I was up in my room, in my favorite chair in front of my window, with my comic book opened on my lap. In seconds I was lost in the book; nothing in my world existed except that story. A story about how Supergirl was on her way home when she was drawn to a planet where three villains try to use her for their evil purposes. But a handsome son of one of the villains is there to help her escape. He tells her to leave; not to let the evil wizards use her. But before she can go, he takes her in his arms and they share a romantic kiss! My heart nearly beat out of my chest and I became dizzy with the thought that I was Supergirl, kissing my Prince. I'd thought for a long time that I might be gay but it didn't hit home until my reaction to the image on the page. I stared for long minutes at that last panel. I finally calmed down and finished reading the story. In the end, after a few tragedies, the Maid of Might survives the battle.

I closed the book and stared out the window, thinking vaguely of the story but specifically about Supergirl. She had abilities I wish I had always posessed; strength, bravery and intelligence. Not to mention the super powers. And true, all super-heroes had those qualities, I just didn't acknowledge it. No other super-hero mattered at that time. All I knew was that she was everything I was not.

I tried getting as close to her as possible. Putting the book on my desk, I went around my room collecting the items I decided I needed. In just a few moments I took off all my clothes(even my underwear) and changed into a blue short-sleeve shirt and red shorts. Digging in the bottom of my mother's closet, I pulled out a pair of red socks. These were mine from an ugly Christmas outfit I'd been forced to wear several years before. Pulling them over my feet, I then stood in front of the linen closet, door wide open. I didn't see anything red, so I grabbed a brown bath towel. As I made my way into my mother's room, where she had a tall mirror on the back of her door, I tied one end of the towel around my neck. I had my cape!

Seconds later, I stood in front of the mirror, fists resting on my waist. My heart was beating a mile a minute and I was beaming at my reflection. In reality, I most likely looked silly. But in my mind it was all perfect! I was Supergirl!

I wasn't sure how long I stood there, posing different ways that super-heroes do, but eventually I made my way back to my favorite spot near my window and read the story over and over. When I wasn't reading, I acted out in the middle of my bedroom different scenes I formed in my mind. I pretended I was Kara, saving the world from evil men.

I was in one of my reading periods, once again stuck on the last panel of page six, imagining I was being kissed by a handsome Prince. The loud sound of my mother's voice echoed up the stairs and shattered my daydream.

"Daniel!"

"Yes, Mommy?"

"Dinner's ready."

I didn't realize I had lost myself in my fantasy for so long.

"Coming!"

I dropped the book on my desk and shot down the stairs. Bounding down the last three in one leap, I came to land right in front of Mom, nearly crashing into her. I thought she was gonna kill me.

"And who are you supposed to be?," she asked with a smile.

My heart skipped a beat. There was no way she missed looking at the cover of the comic when she took it out of her bag. And seeing there were no male super-heroes on the cover, the answer was obvious. But all I could do was stare at her and blush a deep shade of red.

"It doesn't matter. Come on, um, Superman, to the table."

I hurried into the dining room and my brothers were already serving themselves.

"You look stupid," my brother Matt said as I sat in my place.

My other brother Jimmy just giggled.

"Now, Matty, that's not nice. You were no different," Mom said as she sat down. "If I remember correctly, years ago you thought you were one of the Monkees. Don't you remember you insisted on getting a shirt with the two rows of buttons down the front? And the blue polyester pants? And the boots?"

Now it was my brother's turn to blush.

"So let your brother play," she said, running her hand through my hair. And she was smiling again. At the time, I didn't understand her change in moods. Just that morning she was all-business and now she was like she didn't care about a thing in the world.

For the next hour we sat, mostly quietly, having dinner. Mom made meatloaf(another of my favorites), mashed potatoes, green beans and beets. She was a great cook. She told us how Dad had to travel to Europe for a while for his job. Which didn't matter much; we only saw him a little bit even when he was working close to home. He worked for the County Courthouse. At least, that's what I was told.

After dinner, we cleaned up. Mom washed the dishes, I dried them and Matt and Jimmy put them away. Soon after, Mom went to her chair and got on the telephone, my brothers went out and I went back up to my room. Again I lost myself in the story of my comic, but all too soon, Mom came up and told me it was bath time. I put my book away and took the towel from around my neck. Leaving it on my bed, I took off my shirt and laid it next to the towel. The socks, seconds later. I went into the bathroom and Mom was turning off the water. I pulled off my shorts and stepped into the warm water.

"No undies, Danny?"

I once again blushed and she grinned at me.

"You'll get a rash, you know."

I sat in the water as she wet a washcloth and bar of soap.

"You have to soap up real good," she said, covering me with the soapy water. She soaped all over my neck, chest, back and belly. "Stand up, we need to do the rest of you." She wet the cloth a bit more and then rubbed the soap on it, causing a lot of bubbles. Mom then cleaned my legs and ass and moved the washcloth to the front where she wiped my balls clean. She went to do my cock as well, but the cloth slipped into the water and her fingers rubbed me instead. I instantly became hard at her touch.

"Daniel Jason!"

I stood there frozen in place and blushed deeply. It was the first time I'd been hard in front of her. I was so scared.

"I'm sorry, Daniel, I shouldn't have yelled like that," she said, rubbing my head gently. "See why you need to take a bath on your own now? I can't give you a bath forever; I shouldn't be doing it now. But it's okay, honey, I'm not mad at you," she said, kissing my cheek. "Let's finish." She handed me the wet washcloth and soap.

"Make sure you clean both your front and back private areas extremely well."

So I stood there and quickly washed my cock and ass.

I saw Mom grab her shampoo bottle. "Sit down," she said as she squirted some in her hand.

I sat in the cooling water and she scooped several handfuls of water in her free hand and wet my head.

"You need to learn to wash your hair, too. I'll do it this time, but tomorrow I expect you to give yourself your own bath," she told me as she rubbed and lathered the shampoo in my long hair. When she was done, I reached for the bowl on the side of the tub to rinse myself. "No, not this time." She hit the drain and the water began to run out. Turning the water back on, she got the temperature right and turned a knob. Seconds later, the water streamed from the shower and she nudged me under the spray. I resisted as I felt the water run into my face. "Stop squirming!"

"Mom, it's in my face!," I managed to say as shampoo and water flowed off the top of my head.

"Stop being a sissy. Supergirl wouldn't act like this."

I felt Mom's hands tilt my head back and then run through my hair as the water washed the soap out.

"All you have to do is put your head back and run your hands through your hair as the water goes through. All done. Now stand under and rinse the rest of you, then turn off the water."

I did just as she instructed and as I turned off the water she came back with a couple of towels; one to step on and one to dry myself. Stepping out of the tub, she wrapped the towel around me and told me to dry off, hang the towels and get dressed for bed.

In minutes, I was in my room. But I did not dress in pajamas; I put my Supergirl `costume' back on.

I was sitting in my window when Mom came back up a half-hour later.

"It's time for bed-" She stopped abruptly when she saw me. "How come you don't have your pajamas on yet?"

"I'm sorry, Mommy, I..." I stuttered as I got up and stood in front of her.

Her face brightened noticeably. "Oh, you wanted to wear that to bed tonight?"

All I could do was smile slightly and nod my head.

"Alright, Princess," she said, pulling down my sheets, "into bed with you."

I climbed on the bed and settled in. She covered me lightly and kissed my cheek. "Good night, sweetie."

"Good night, Mom."

She went back downstairs and I heard her dial the phone.

I suddenly sat up. She called me Princess'! Then something she said to me in the shower echoed in my mind: Stop being a sissy. Supergirl wouldn't act like this.'

She knew!

My mind whirled for hours. It took some time, but I eventually fell asleep. Asleep to dream the dreams of a perfect world where I could be who and what I wanted to be. No bullies. No worries. No cares. When I sleepily awoke the next morning, I didn't remember exactly what my dreams were, but I knew they were wonderful. I felt as content and I felt as close to my true self as I could feel. It was as if the visit to the drug store the day before was a new door I had stumbled through and would never again go back.

I finally got myself out of bed and looked out the window and saw that it was pouring rain; I wouldn't be going anywhere today. As a matter of fact, I didn't go anywhere for nearly six days. It rained constantly and storms came through that whole week. I spent most of my time in my room, playing, reading and listening to my small transistor radio. I also helped Mom do some things around the house. And although the weather outside was bad, Mom's behavior had gotten better. When she wasn't doing chores or cooking, she was talking on the phone. I didn't hear exactly what she was saying, but I did hear her giggle from time to time.

During this time, the calendar changed from June to July. It was on the evening of the 2nd when I was lying on my bed in t-shirt and undies, reading. Mom came up the stairs and sat on the edge of my bed. She was dressed in a thin shirt and very short shorts. She looked gorgeous. I mean, she was beautiful all the time, but this was different. And she'd worn shorts and shirts before, but nothing like this!

"Time for your bath, sweetie," she said, caressing one of my legs.

"Okay, Mommy," I said, getting off the bed.

I went into the bathroom and turned on the water. I took off my clothes and got in the tub as she came in and sat on the toilet. She sat with one leg crossed over the other. I couldn't help but stare. Her shirt was unbuttoned enough at the top that I could see inside. And her legs were beautiful, too. She sat there humming to herself, stretching the foot she had off the floor. It was delicate, soft-looking and her toes were painted a lovely red. I continued to stare and my little cock got hard again for my mother.

She noticed me, unmoving, and saw where my gaze was focused. "What's..." Then she saw my stiffy. "Oh, Daniel," she said reaching for the washcloth and splashing me with it.

"I'm sorry, Mommy."

"Don't be, honey, it's normal. Just take your bath."

For the next fifteen minutes she watched me bathe and rinse myself. That would be the last bath I took with Mom sitting right with me. She did keep an eye on me for future baths, but she'd often do it only by poking her head in from time to time.

Turning off the water, I took the towel she was holding and dried myself before going back to my room. Putting on my pajamas, I climbed in bed as she held the sheets for me.

"No Supergirl tonight, sweetie?" It was the first time she mentioned my costume since that first day.

I shook my head slightly. "I don't want to wear it out." We giggled together.

"Good night, Princess."

"Good night, Mommy. I love you."

"I love you, sweetie," she said, then kissed me softly on the lips.

Mom turned off the light. I was asleep before she got to the bottom of the stairs. And again I had wonderful dreams. I wasn't sure if it was because of Mom's new behavior, the way she made me feel, her kiss or the fact that she again called me Supergirl' and Princess'. But whatever the reason, I was again in that world where I could be me.

The next morning, I awoke to intense beams of sunlight streaming through my window. I got out of bed, took a pee and went back in my room. I straightened out my bed and saw that Mom, at some point during the night, set some clothes out for me on the end of my bed. I stripped out of my pajamas and put on the brown polo shirt, denim jeans and white socks she picked. Putting on my Keds, I calmly headed down the stairs. My stomach was raising a fuss, so my first plan was to eat. Mom wasn't in her chair; so she must have decided to sleep late. I looked at the clock as I entered the kitchen: it was 8:30.

Two bowls of Captain Crunch later, I washed my dish. As I was going through the dining room, I heard the front door close and saw Mom come in from the foyer, dressed only in a short shiny robe that she had loosely tied closed. I thought I saw a glimpse of a dark-haired man dressed in a dark suit, but I wasn't sure and I figured Dad had come home early. It quickly left my mind as Mom approached me, barefoot and smelling pretty. This would be the first of many, many mornings I would see her dressed this way.

"Good morning, sweetie. Sleep well?"

"Hi, Mom. Yeah, it was good."

"Good," she said, bending down and kissing my forehead. I again saw the top of her naked chest. I also noticed that she didn't have any clothes on under the robe. I thought at that moment that whatever had changed Mom's attitude, I wished it wouldn't stop. "Going out today?," she asked.

"Yes."

"That's good, you've been stuck inside all week. Where are you going?"

"The playground and stuff. Just around."

"On those cannons, too?"

"If it's okay, Mommy."

"Sure it is, honey, as long as there's no mud. Don't forget it's been wet all week." She kissed me again. "You've been really good lately and I've not been too thankful to you. Would you like McDonald's for lunch?"

"Oh boy, would I!" Back then, McDonald's was a treat we had only a few times a year.

She reached for her purse and pulled out two dollars.

"Whatever money is left, you can get more comic books."

"Thanks, Mom!" I said hugging her.

I kissed her and headed for the door.

"Don't forget, dinner's at five!"

"Okay, Mom!"

Ten minutes later, I was at the park waiting for Al. I didn't sit on the cannons; I didn't want to be attacked like I had been last time I was there and I did notice that there were pockets of mud surrounding them. So I sat on one of the benches that faced the direction in which Al's house was located. This way I would see him coming and he could see me easily. I didn't have long to wait. After sitting for just a few short minutes, I saw Al's big frame turn the corner where the pizza parlor was. I got up and started walking toward him. Crossing the avenue, I met up with him in front of the seafood market.

"Hi, sweetie."

"Hi, Al," I said smiling. I loved when he called me `sweetie'.

"Ready for that tour I promised?"

"I sure am!"

We walked in silence back to his house, occasionally sharing a look and a smile. We each knew that we wanted to share a hug, but because we were out in public, we didn't want to take the chance of Mom somehow finding out. But in no time we were inside his living room and I turned and hugged him, my face pushing against his big body. But he pulled me away slightly and got down on his knees and pulled me close to him. His prickly beard rubbed on my cheek as he squeezed me tight.

"I missed you, baby."

"I missed you, too. I couldn't go out in the rain."

He pulled back and looked in my eyes, "it's okay, I understand."

Placing a hand behind my head, Al leaned in and kissed my mouth. He kissed me softly, much longer than any of the kisses I shared with Mom, and I felt his tongue gently on my lips as he pulled away. I had no idea how to kiss, and I guess he saw the uneasiness on my face.

"Don't worry, baby, I'll teach you how to kiss. Would you like that?"

"Oh, yes!," I said, wrapping my arms around his neck.

He hugged me briefly and pulled back, "There's time for that later. I promised you a tour," he said, standing up and taking my hand.

He walked me around the ground floor, passing the bathroom I had been in only a week before. He showed me the kitchen which was decorated in pale yellow walls, frilly white curtains and many food-related figurines. It was obvious that he kept things as his wife had set up. There was a window in the back wall and one to the right side, above the sink. He opened the door next to the fridge and I saw that it led to a large backyard. The high wooden fence ran from one corner of the house all around the rectangular lawn and finally connecting to the other corner, where a gate stood closed and latched. The fence and the gate were made of long slats of pointed boards that had no space between them. The yard had neatly-trimmed grass and was very sparse, except for a small patio table and chairs off to the right of the door and a tool shed that sat to the left of the yard against the fence. In the far left corner of the yard stood a large tree, its bulk casting a shadow across half the lawn.

Closing the door behind us, we turned back inside and went through a different doorway in the kitchen I hadn't noticed before. This one was on the right side of the room and led to a small dining room. A four-seat dining table sat atop a rug with fringes. To the right of the table was a cabinet with dishes and more figurines. We walked through the dining room and came back to his living room.

"It's very nice," I said.

"Thank you, sweetie."

"What are all those figures in the kitchen and dining room?"

"Well, my wife used to like collecting porcelain figurines. They're many different things. Some are salt and pepper shakers; some are containers to hold things like tea or coffee or sugar. There are a few small cookie jars, too."

"Any cookies?," I asked innocently.

He laughed and rubbed my head. "Yes, I have some Oreos in one of them. Would you like a few?"

"Maybe after lunch," I said, grinning impishly. He couldn't help chuckling.

"Ready to see upstairs?"

"Yeah!"

We went up the stairs that ascended the left side of the room. Stepping up on the landing I saw that there were four doors. The first was a big bedroom, brightly lit due to the shades and white frilly curtains being open. It was painted lavender, and all the room's contents had a soft purplish tint. There was a large bed in the center of the room, a couple of dressers in between the closet doors and a small table next to the bed. The bed looked soft and comfy. And much like the kitchen and dining area, the room was peppered with figurines and various pictures. Several of these, atop the dressers, showed his wife in several poses and locations. One picture was just a close-up. She was a beautiful woman with curly dark hair; unlike my Mom who had straight, shoulder-length black hair. She wore small, wire-rimmed glasses and had a pleasant smile. I looked at Al and smiled; he knew I was admiring her, and he had a look of appreciation on his face. Walking down the short hallway, I saw a small bathroom; small because all it had was a shower, a sink and a toilet. The door next to the bathroom was very narrow, so it must have contained the linen closet. The door just ahead of us led into a smaller bedroom at the front of the house. In this room, the shades were half-drawn and the curtains were long, dark and gray. The walls were painted baby pink and it had a small bed in it, unmade. A dresser and a desk were the only pieces of furniture in the room, both bare of any items on top. Al saw the confused expression I had on my face as I looked up at him.

"My wife's niece used to stay with us for summers and long holidays. This was her room. She's a bit older now and hasn't stayed since Gloria died. So I don't use it."

"I like your house."

"Thank you, sweetie. But we have one more floor to look at."

He took me by the hand and led me down the stairs. Turning toward the kitchen, we stopped by a door that was just across from the bathroom. He opened it and flicked a light switch and I saw the wooden stairs heading down to his basement. Leading the way, he guided me down the narrow stairway and we ended up in a semi-dark, cool area. It was a typical basement, not really much to speak of, but he directed me to the back of the cellar and flipped another switch. This area of the room lit up brilliantly under the brightness of the fluorescent lights.

"This is my workshop."

Along all three walls of that section of the basement were work benches, each with three levels of shelves above the main bench top. As I scanned the shelves, I saw tools and all sorts of pieces from radios: speakers, cases, knobs, tubes and wires. There were even some small, square transistor radios, much like the one I owned. I looked to the right section of shelves and suddenly stopped. Al saw that my gaze fell on a small white object, the size of a softball. He reached over and picked it up and put it in my hands. It was like nothing I had ever seen before.

"It's a radio, sweetie."

The spherical radio had two round silver knobs, one for the volume and one for the tuning. It had a small round window for the dial and on the opposite side had a circular pattern of holes where the speaker was placed. Around the circumference of the radio was a small indentation; above it on one side was an earphone jack, on the other, a small chain dangled with a key ring on the end.

"It's a new radio, it just came out," he said as I cradled it in my hands. "It's called a 'Panapet.'"

He turned it on and the sounds of Elton John's "Rocket Man" flowed beautifully from the speaker. I stood there, enraptured, by the sound of the music. Al had pre-set the station to my favorite. When the song was over, he switched it off and placed his hands under my own.

"If you look at it a certain way, it looks like it has a face," he said, raising my hands to the proper vantage point. It did! The two silver knobs looked like eyes and the indentation across the middle looked like a mouth. I looked at Al and giggled. "The chain is there so you can attach it to something, but it also looks like a leash," he said as he smiled at my fascination.

"It looks like it's smiling."

"It's yours, sweetie."

"Huh?"

"You can have it, if you want it. I would like you to have it."

"Oh, I can't..."

"Your mother?"

"Yeah," I said sadly.

"We'll figure something out. Let's go back upstairs."

Al guided me back upstairs, as I carried the radio. We went back into his living room and I put it on the table beside his easy chair.

"Would you like to sit together, honey?"

"Uh huh."

"Okay," he said, patting his lap, "come sit."

But I paused and looked down, embarrassed at what I was thinking.

"What's wrong, sweetie?"

"Can I be naked?," I asked, looking down at the floor.

"Of course you can, if that's what you want."

I looked up and smiled and began to take my sneakers and socks off. As I removed my shirt, Al got up and walked to the windows and pulled the shades down a bit lower. Not enough to darken the room, but enough in case someone came onto his porch. He sat back in his chair as I removed my undies. I then climbed up on him and hugged him and kissed his lips.

"I'm glad you're happy, honey," he said as I took my place on his lap.

"I am," I said as I took one of his hands and placed it on my thighs. I liked his touch. "I like feeling your hands on me." I couldn't help blushing.

"You don't have to be embarrassed with me, honey. Whatever you tell me will be okay with me," he told me, rubbing my thighs and my back. "Alright?"

"Yes."

"So what have you been doing this past week?," he asked.

I gave him a quick idea of all that I had been doing around the house: helping Mom with chores, which things I played with, the few books I had read. But I gave him a complete account of what happened to me when I saw the Supergirl comic book; how I dressed as her and paraded and mimed fight scenes. I told him how many times I read the story and how it felt to imagine being kissed and held by a handsome Prince. He didn't say anything; he made a few noises as I told my story, but I could tell he listened attentively. Throughout the whole story, he rubbed my back and lightly caressed my legs, from my thighs down to my toes. It was during one of these times he was rubbing my thighs when I took his hand and put it on my cock. It surprised him a bit, and again I blushed, but I liked the way his hand felt on me when I was in his bathtub and I wanted to feel it again. So as I continued telling him about my playtime as Supergirl, he rubbed and fondled my stiffy. I told him how Mom had noticed what I'd been doing in the costume and that she even called me `Princess'.

"Did you like it when she called you that?"

"Yes," I said shyly.

"It's okay, don't be embarrassed," he said, caressing my cheek. "Would you like me to call you that sometime?"

"Yes, please."

He smiled at me, and his hand felt good on me. I shifted my position a bit and accidentally put my hand in his lap. My hand went right on his cock. It felt hard and hot through his pants. I looked deep in his eyes for a reaction.

"What, honey?"

I leaned in and whispered in his ear. I'm not sure why I did; there wasn't anyone around to hear what I'd said. But I guess I was just too shy to speak out loud.

"Are you sure?"

All I could do was nod my head.

"Okay, baby. Step down for a moment."

Al stood up and unbuttoned his shirt. His chest was covered with a coating of brownish hair, slightly lighter than his beard. He took off his shirt and his tummy and arms had a fine layer of hair as well. I would come to love men termed as `bears'. Next he unbuttoned his jeans and dropped them to the floor. As he was wearing no underwear his cock sprang up and pointed itself right at me. I was mesmerized by it. It was easily bigger than my hand. He stepped out of his moccasins and bunched-up jeans and sat back in his chair. His cock pointed up at an angle and I couldn't take my eyes off of it as I climbed back on his lap.

You could raise the argument that I was being manipulated into wanting to be naked with Al. But many times I have thought back on the times we shared and I've never felt at any time that I was being taken advantage of or being forced to do things I didn't want to do. We were simply two lonely people who enjoyed being with one another.

He sat me down and my thigh was pressed right against his cock. It felt hard and soft at the same time. There was about two inches of his cock sticking up above my thigh, so he took my right hand and placed it on the head of his cock. I closed my hand around it and squeezed gently like he was doing to mine. We continued our talk.

"So your mother didn't mind you pretending to be Supergirl?"

"No, I was so confused. She's been different all week. That night when she called me for dinner, I ran down the stairs and almost knocked her over. I thought I was gonna die. But she just asked me who I was dressed as."

"From what you told me, she already had an idea. You said you went to the drug store for her?"

"Yes."

"Maybe it's the medicine she's taking."

We sat there fondling each other and went on. I said how Mommy had been nice to me all week and let me sleep in my Supergirl costume. I told him about what happened when Mom touched my cock and when she saw my stiffy as I stared at her at bathtime.

"It sounds like she's dressing sexier now."

I understood what he meant; the short shorts, the open shirt and the short robe. I mentioned what she'd said and that she didn't get mad at me; how I take my baths alone now, with Mom only poking her head in occasionally.

"I guess she wants to be careful that she doesn't see you naked much anymore."

I told him about Dad having to go to Europe to work and that Mommy had been on the phone a lot the whole week. Al said it was possible she had a friend and that might have added to her good moods.

"Maybe she's talking with someone other than your father."

I was listening to his explanation when I felt something wet on my hand. I looked down and saw his precum had started to flow. He took a finger and wiped it across the top of his cock. He pressed his finger to my mouth and I instinctively opened my mouth and sucked on it. It reminded me of the liquid that was inside chocolate-covered cherries.

"It tastes sweet," I said as I ran my fingers through the wetness that had leaked out.

"I bet you make sweet cream, too," he said, smiling. I just blushed and smiled back at him. "It's eleven-thirty, and you need to be home by noon for lunch, right?"

It was then I remembered Mom had given me money for McDonald's!

"Not today! Mom gave me money to go to McDonald's because I was so good all week and helped her around the house and she gave me two dollars and what I don't use for lunch, I can buy more comic books!"

"Whoa, take a breath, honey," he chuckled. "That's great that your Mom gave you money. Would you like to go to McDonald's together?"

"Yes!," I exclaimed, leaping off his lap toward the door.

"Princess..."

He had my immediate attention and I turned to him.

"We have to get dressed first," he said, grinning.

I blushed. "Oops, sorry..."

Fifteen minutes later we entered McDonald's. My town was great; we had so much to offer in such a small area. I pulled out one of my dollars and went up to the counter. A smallish girl with a ponytail and dark-rimmed glasses asked me what I wanted.

"I'd like a hamburger, french fries and a chocolate shake, please."

"Okay, your total is ninety-three cents, honey."

I paid her and waited for my food. Al ordered his lunch and we stood at the counter while the cooks set our items on trays. In just a few minutes we were sitting in a booth on the far side of the restaurant.

"You got a big burger!," I said.

"I like the Big Macs. Besides, I'm a big man," he joked.

We shared some small talk while we had lunch. Al showed me how to dip a fry into my shake. When he first mentioned, it, I wrinkled my nose. It sounded gross. But he had me try it and it was delicious! So for the remainder of my lunch, almost every other fry was dipped in my drink. We also discussed what we might want to do when we got back to his house. He suggested that instead of sitting in his living room, we go upstairs in his bedroom to spend time. I thought this was a great idea and I told him so. We finished up and left for his house.

On the way, we discussed the idea he came up with of how I could get Mom to let me have his radio. Al said he would take it to his friend at the radio and television repair shop on the Avenue and have him `sell' it to me for $5. It sounded like a good plan; I was sure Mom would be okay with it.

It was 12:30 by the time we walked into his house. Closing and locking the door behind me, I turned and told him that I needed to leave by four-thirty; this way I would have time to go to the drug store to buy more comic books and then be home for dinner at five. He agreed and took my hand and walked me up the stairs.

Once in the bedroom, he told me to get comfy. As I pulled my clothes off for him for the second time that day, Al pulled the blankets to the side of the bed and fluffed the pillows. Walking around to where I was standing, he took his clothes off as well; in no time he was naked. I stood there, still in my undies, clutching my tiny penis.

"What's wrong, sweetie?"

"I have to pee."

"Oh," he chuckled. "Take off your undies."

I pulled them over my small ass and let them slip down my thighs and legs. Stepping out of them, he guided me out to the small bathroom and flicked the light. I stood in front of the toilet and felt Al standing right behind me, his hard cock poking me in the back. I pointed my dick at the bowl and let loose a long stream I didn't realize I'd been holding in. Once done, I rinsed my hands in the sink and we returned to the room. Al climbed up on his bed and patted it for me to join him. In seconds I was up on the soft mattress feeling his hands all over me. We soon settled and lay together, facing each other, our cocks in each other's hand. After momentarily looking deep in my eyes, he leaned in and started kissing my mouth softly. I wasn't sure what to do, so I copied what Al was doing with his mouth.

In a just little while, he had taught me how to give soft kisses, occasionally using my tongue to rub lightly against his or to softly lick his lips. Although I kept my hands busy with his cock, he went from rubbing my cock to caressing my ass, even running his fingers up my crack and tickling my hole. My hand was getting wet and sticky with his precum. Frequently, I would raise a hand and lick my fingers to taste his wonderful fluid. The more I rubbed and squeezed his cock, the hotter, harder and wetter it got.

"Lay on your back, baby."

I positioned myself in the middle of the bed and lay on my back as instructed. My head was elevated on his pillows and I could see him lean down and start to place soft kisses on my chest. After several kisses there, he trailed his tongue and more kisses down my tummy. Then he went down one of my thighs all the way down to my foot. His kissing and licking around my foot and toes was giving me such wonderful feelings. It tickled and made me feel funny in my tummy and cock areas. He licked and sucked my toes and I started breathing rapidly. Changing to my other foot, he repeated his actions and eventually made his way back up to my face where he gave me deep kisses, poking his tongue in my mouth. Our tongues flicked and rubbed together rapidly.

Breaking the kiss, he said, "You're so pretty, sweetie."

I couldn't help but blush. As I looked down, I saw that Al's cock was wet and glistening. I reached out and rubbed the tip, causing him to moan.

Al guided my hand to my mouth so I could once again lick my fingers. Then he got off the bed and went to one of the dressers. Opening one of the drawers, he pulled out several magazines and got back on the bed next to me. The magazines were filled with black and white pictures of naked men and women. They were in all sorts of poses; hugging, kissing, men on top, women on their hands and knees. Pages upon pages displayed men sticking their cocks in the women: some from the front, some from behind. Various pictures showed men with their heads in between the women's legs, others showed women with their mouths firmly over the man's cock. Al said that they were all giving each other pleasure in the different ways I was seeing. They did all look like they were enjoying themselves and I imagined myself in the woman's place that had her man's cock in her mouth. The images of the women themselves did nothing for me; but what did was imagining I was the woman, pleasuring my men. Several pages showed men holding their cocks with sperm shooting out the tips. Some of the pictures were of women with sperm on their faces and mouths; others showed the men squirting it on the women's tummies. I was captivated by Al's magazines; I looked through them over and over as he squeezed and stroked my hard cock. My breathing was rapid and my cock tingled.

"Turn over on your tummy," he said.

I put the magazines aside and lay on my stomach and waited for him to start kissing my shoulders and back. But I was mistaken as Al leaned down and placed wet licks and soft kisses all over my small ass.

"You have such a gorgeous ass, baby."

"Thank you, Daddy," I said, before I realized what I'd called him. I panicked and gasped and covered my face. "I-I'm sorry..."

"Hey, it's alright, Darling," he said, caressing my head and kissing my cheek. "Don't be sorry. You can call me `Daddy' if you want. I like it." He smiled lovingly at me. "Now relax, okay?"

He calmed me down and he went back to kissing my bottom. It tickled as he alternated his lips and tongue on my soft skin. His coarse beard occasionally sent tingles across my skin as well. As he kissed and licked, he rubbed his hard cock on the soles of my feet. I could feel the coolness as his precum left a thin film of wetness on them. He then grasped my ass and parted my small cheeks, continuing to trail his lips and tongue up and down my ass crack. For a few minutes, he stopped to kiss and lick my tiny asshole directly. It was an amazing feeling and I couldn't stop from moaning out loud. This just prompted Al to do it more. More lips and kisses, more licks and tongue. He even stuck his tongue partway inside my hole and wiggled it; it felt hot and wet and so good that I pushed my cock into the mattress, making a humping motion as Al pumped his cock against my feet. I was going wild rubbing my cock on the bed.

After a bit, he raised his head and asked, "Would you like to watch me shoot my sperm, baby?"

I turned my head and nodded, "uh huh," I uttered.

He nudged me to flip over and I once again settled back on the pillows, my legs stretched out toward his kneeling body at the end of the bed; my toes barely touching his balls. I was mesmerized by his hand going back and forth up and down his beautiful cock. For some reason, it looked hotter watching Al stroke his cock than it did when I watched myself. As he brought his fist up to the top, precum leaked and dripped onto my feet; strings of fluid connecting my feet to the tip of his cock. He was stroking his cock and pumping his fist at the same time; his breathing had quickened and the top of his cock widened. I wiggled my toes and felt them brush lightly against the bottom of his cock.

We locked eyes. "Oh, baby, you're so beautiful," he moaned.

He looked down and I followed his gaze in time to see his pee hole open and a thick jet of his sperm gushed out. It had such force behind it, it flew towards me; some landing on my neck, but some landing on my cheek. I felt it drip down to the corner of my mouth and I instinctively licked at it. More streams of his hot fluid squirted out onto my body. There was a trail of is sperm up and down my chest, belly, my cock and balls and my thighs. He moved back slightly and squeezed out the last of his sperm on my wiggling toes.

"You spurted so much!"

He panted heavily as the last droplets of fluid oozed out on my toes. "Oh, honey, I haven't cum in ages. You got me so excited."

He continued breathing heavy as he let his cock rest in the splashes of sperm that had landed on the top of my feet. He rubbed his softening cock all over my feet and toes, causing little tickles. I felt some of his sperm leak in between my toes and I wiggled them more, feeling the cooling liquid squish in between them. He got down off the bed and came up to the side of the bed where my head was. He put his hand behind my head and pulled it toward his semi-hard cock. Wordlessly, he forced his cock in my mouth and plunged the cum-covered penis in my mouth, momentarily gagging me.

"Suck all the cum off, Princess. Use your tongue more...yes, that's it."

I did as demanded. I used my lips and tongue to lick and suck all of the sperm I could collect in my mouth. As I reached the tip, he said, "Swallow it. Always swallow when a man sperm's your mouth."

I again did as I was told and felt the slimy mixture ooze past the back of my throat. I took my mouth off his cock and lay back on the bed.

He lovingly rubbed the top of my head, "That felt good, baby. Now clean my cum off your body."

I looked around the room, "But I don't see a towel."

"Eat it," he said.

I paused briefly and then realized he wanted me to collect all of his sperm from my body and swallow it. So I gathered as much in my fingers that I could and licked them clean. Swallowing numerous scoops of the sticky fluid, I got most of his cum off my body, from my chest down to my thighs. All that was left was on the tops of my feet and toes.

"Suck the sperm off your toes," he said, grabbing my ankle and bringing a foot to my lips. I caught a strong whiff of his cum as he pushed on the back my head, forcing my toes in my opening mouth. My cock tingled hotly. I sucked with my lips and used my tongue all over and in between each toe as I had done with his cock.

"That's a good girl."

In no time, I had both of my feet cleaned of his wonderful sperm. All that remained was a thin film of spit that left a cooling feeling on my skin. I rested on the pillows as he reached down to fondle my cock.

"That feels good, Daddy," I cooed.

"Would you like me to make it feel even better, baby?"

"Oh, yes, Daddy...please."

He climbed up on the bed, widened my legs apart and kneeled in between them. He licked and sucked his middle finger for a little and then started rubbing it on my puckered poop hole. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feelings. He made small circles around the edge and occasionally poked in his fingertip; I was soon breathing rapidly. I opened my eyes briefly to watch him lean down and take my stiffy in his mouth. I moaned loudly and closed my eyes, lost in the wonderful tickles and tingles that were going back and forth between my dick and my asshole. I felt his finger slowly pump my ass and I humped into his mouth in rhythm with his finger. The feelings were getting stronger and my toes started flexing. I soon felt I had to pee, badly.

"D-daddy...uhn, I-I'm..."

Al suckled my dick and I felt as though my cock and balls were going to explode. The tingles I was feeling turned to shocks and my body stiffened up and I moaned so loudly, it was almost a yell. I shuddered and trembled as Al sucked my stiffy and wiggled his fingertip in my poop hole and I was overcome by feelings I'd never experienced so intensely before. After I'd stopped shaking, he took his mouth off my cock and slipped his finger out of my hole. I lay there, panting heavily, looking at his smiling face through hazy eyes.

"How was it?," he asked.

It was an amazing feeling and I didn't know what to say, so I just lay there smiling. He lay next to me on the bed, just lightly rubbing my tummy, placing soft kisses on my face and mouth. I must have fallen asleep, because sometime later I was being shaken gently and heard `Princess'.

"Princess...it's time to get you ready to go home."

I woke up and we went downstairs, naked, to the bathroom. Al got the shower ready and rinsed me down, washing off the sweat and sperm smells that were on me. Soon after, I was dressed and standing with him in the living room. He was finishing up getting dressed himself.

"Did you have a good time, sweetie?"

"Oh, boy, did I," I answered, smiling.

"Then we'll do it as often as you want. And we'll do more, when and if you want to."

Al walked me up to the drug store and waited outside as I picked out five more comic books. In no time I was at the end of my street saying goodbye to Al. I promised I would see him as soon as I could so we could play more sex games together.

A couple of days later, I asked Mom if I could have five dollars so I could buy a new radio that I had seen in the repair shop window. I told her that the man was holding it for me as it was the only one that he had in stock. I didn't get to see Al, but he had said he would arrange for the man to hold the radio and sell it only to me. As I'd been behaving myself and helping Mom as much as possible, I knew she would let me get it. It also helped that she was in a constant good mood. So she gave me the five-dollar bill and I went to see Bill, the store owner, and returned home with my sparkling new radio. Mommy was very pleased with it and she said she thought it looked cute! I sat on her lap, showing her what the knobs did and let her change the stations. After a few songs she said she needed to make some calls and sent me to my room to enjoy my new toy. I gave her a hug, many kisses and a few `I love you's for letting me have it. I've loved that radio from day one. That radio got a permanent home on the top of my desk, and no matter where I've been, it has always been an item I keep on my desk to this day. Although the days of pop music on AM radio are long gone, the radio still works as good as it did that first day I held it in my hands.

The following day I met Al at Military Park. I told him I got the radio from Bill and he said he was going to keep my five dollars at his house in case I needed money for anything. I thanked him over and over again for that radio.

"It's my gift to you, sweetie," he said, locking the door as we stepped into the living room. "I have your five dollars here," he pointed to the small table next to his easy chair.

I went to him and wrapped my arms around his waist as far as they would go and hugged him tightly.

"Thank you, Daddy."

I felt his hands rub my back and shoulders.

"You're welcome, baby. Home for lunch at noon?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Okay, I'll keep an eye on the clock. Let's go downstairs," he said smiling.

We went down to the cellar and straight to his workshop. He flipped the lights on and I sat on a stool at one of the workbenches. Grabbing a similar stool, he sat down right next to me.

"I could use some help putting these radios back together," he said, pointing toward an assortment of parts on the benchtop in front of us. I must have shown the disappointment I was feeling because he put his arm around me and said, "Baby, it's important for you to understand that I want you to be more to me than just someone to play sex games with. I want to be your friend, too. We still need to keep our friendship, and the things we do, a secret between us. But I want to do so much more with you. I want to teach you things other than sex stuff," he said, caressing my chin.

"I would like that."

"Ready to help me with these radios?"

"Yes, Sir."

For that whole day, minus and hour to go home for lunch, I helped Al fix and put together six radios that he said he had to bring to the shop. He showed me the different parts that made up transistor radios as well as the much older radios that had tubes. He taught me how to use a soldering iron and I got to use screwdrivers and other tools to help him rebuild the radios. I also learned how to follow instructions in exact steps to make sure that no parts were left out. That day would be the first of many days that Al and I would spend working on radios in his cellar. And thanks to Al, not only did he arrange for me to eventually help out at the repair shop, he also planted the seeds of what would become a career for me later in life, both in the U.S. Navy and the years after.

It was over a week until I had the chance again to see Al. Mom kept me busy, Dad came back from Europe and caused a fuss for some reason I didn't know anything about at the time and my brothers had a two-day visit to a military school they were going to enroll in. All told, it was a pretty harsh week and I was glad to be able to get out of the house. I asked Mom if I could eat at McDonald's again and she handed me two dollars. That gave me that whole Saturday to spend time with Al.

I hugged and kissed Mommy goodbye. At 9 o'clock sharp, I was on the bench at Military Park waiting for Al. He didn't disappoint. Minutes after I sat to wait, I saw him come around the corner and wave to me. I returned the wave, got up and crossed the street and once again met up with him in front of the seafood store.

On the way to his house, I told him how my week had gone and all the different things that had happened around our house. He asked if I knew what was going on between Mom and Dad and I told him they argued a bit and then Dad left in a hurry. Al said that it looked more and more to him that Mom had a boyfriend and that Dad had a girlfriend. I wouldn't know for years just how correctly Al had guessed.

We finally reached his house and I went and hugged him tightly as he finished locking the front door.

"What time do you have to be home for lunch, baby?"

I looked up at him, still holding onto his big waist. "I don't. Mommy gave me money for McDonald's again!"

"Okay, great! What did you want to do today?"

"Can we go upstairs?," I asked innocently.

"Sure we can, baby," he said, taking my hand and leading the way.

It wasn't long before we were naked and standing, hard and excited, in front of each other. I reached around him as I did earlier and hugged him; this time feeling his hard cock pressing on my chest. His big arms went around me and I could feel him push against me a bit. The side of my face was against his big belly and I loved the way his hair felt on my skin. And I just loved the way he smelled; he didn't wear any perfume or anything, it was just a natural man smell.

"Can we lay on the bed and kiss?," I asked, looking up at him over his belly.

"Of course, baby. Anything you want to do, just say so."

We climbed on the bed and took our familiar positions; me on my back with Al to my right, lying on his side, caressing my tummy and hot stiffy. I felt his cock poke my thigh and I reached down and grabbed it and squeezed gently, starting a slow stroking motion that I knew he liked. I looked up at him and he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my open mouth, our tongues flicking together lovingly.

He raised his head to look deep in my eyes, "I love you, Princess."

"I love you, Daddy," I answered as he leaned down again.

We lay just like that for a long time, exchanging kisses and touching each other all over. Al's cock eventually started to leak precum and my thigh and hand were covered in his sticky fluid. I loved the feeling. He dipped his finger in his precum and brought it to my mouth, but this time smearing it all over my lips, coating them and making them all sticky. I would come to absolutely love smearing my man's precum all over my lips.

"Daddy, um..."

"Yes, honey?"

"Could you, um, put your thingy in my mouth?," I asked, blushing.

"Are you sure that's what you want?"

"Yes, Sir. You did it for me and I want to do it for you and want know what it's like." I said looking up at him.

"You don't have to do that, baby."

"I want to, Daddy. Please?"

"Okay, baby. Let me lay down and you get like I was last time we were here. Just do what I did last time and suck on it like you would a popsicle."

Al leaned back on the pillows and opened his legs as I climbed over him and kneeled between his thighs.

"Will you sperm in my mouth?"

He seemed surprised at my question. "Uh, are you sure you're ready for that, honey? Once I start, I won't be able to stop. If I shoot it in your mouth, you'll have to swallow it."

"What's it like?"

"You've already tasted it. But this time it'll squirt in your mouth at first, then it'll ooze like it's going through a straw. Are you still sure?"

"I'm sure."

"Okay, baby. Go ahead."

I leaned down and kissed the top of Al's cock, feeling the precum smear on my lips. I took hold of it in my right hand and brought my tongue up and down the smooth, yet tight, skin. Droplets of precum oozed out the tip and I licked them up. Moments later I pushed my head down and his cock entered my mouth for the first time. I went too far and felt the head poke the back of my throat, causing me to gag.

"Easy, baby," he said, softly caressing my head.

I raised my head, sucking as I went up his cock. I settled on taking the top part of his cock in my mouth, sucking and licking and flicking my tongue all around it. He started moaning and slightly pumping my mouth. He put his other hand on my head, using both hands to show me that when he rose up, I was to go down. I guessed correctly that when he went back down on the bed, I was to bring my mouth up. We continued this pace for a while; and as we did, he breathed heavily, his cock got harder and leaked precum so much it nearly poured from his cock and his hands increased the pressure on my head.

"Oh, baby, get ready, okay?"

All I could do was "Mm hmm" around his cock as he had a firm hold of my head.

"As...your mouth fills...just swallow..."

He pumped his cock roughly into my mouth several more times.

"Here it comes, honey."

I was ready for him to cum, but I wasn't prepared for it. His sperm shot so hard at the back of my throat that I gagged violently and some came out of my nose. I thought I was going to throw up on him, but the second spurt came so quickly that I didn't have time to think about it as I swallowed automatically to avoid choking.

"Oh, Princess, I love you," he moaned loudly.

Once that throatful of cum made its way to my tummy, his cock throbbed and I felt several more spurts fill my mouth. I ran my tongue around the tip of his cock, feeling the sperm swish in my mouth. When I thought it would leak out from my lips, I swallowed deeply. I felt its heat as it oozed down my throat. He squirted three more times and I quickly swallowed those as well. When he finished spurting, he lay there panting, his softening cock still firmly wedged in my mouth. I ran my tongue all around it and he jerked and shivered each time I brushed the tip with my tongue.

"Oh, baby, that's enough," he said lifting my head. His cock popped out of my mouth and lay glistening on his belly. "Too sensitive," he chuckled.

I smiled at him, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Suddenly a burp rose from my stomach and it escaped my lips before I could cover my mouth. I blushed.

He laughed and said, "that's okay, sweetie, it's normal for that to happen."

He pulled me up to him by my underarms and our faces were inches apart. He pressed on the back of my head and our lips met in a soft, wet kiss.

"I love you, baby."

"I love you, Daddy."

I spent the next hour lying on top of Al as we kissed. We did nothing else that morning except enjoy the closeness and love that was building between us. Around noon, we dressed and made our way to McDonald's for lunch. The weather was beautiful and we stopped at Military Park on the way back to his house to enjoy some time outside. But the day was just so nice that we stayed there for the rest of the afternoon, being careful not show much contact in case someone I knew saw us together.

September eventually arrived and my visits to Al had to be limited to only Saturdays because of school during the week and Sundays being spent with Gramma, but we made the most of each of those Saturdays. I adored being in his arms and kissing him; I loved sucking his cock and having him sperm in my mouth and it thrilled me when he licked and kissed me all over. We spent many hours sharing our love for one another, but we also spent a lot of non-sexual time together as well. I learned things from him that I paired with things Mom had taught me which would ultimately guide me for the rest of my life. He was the father I never had.

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October, 1972

One Wednesday in early October I had gotten sick at school and gone home early. I was miserable the whole day being feverish and sick to my stomach. Mom sent me right to bed and had the doctor come check me out. He said it was just a minor bug and I had to stay home for a couple of days. He gave me a shot and I sat on Mom's lap and cried, her arms wrapped around me. Eventually I calmed down and fell asleep, sucking my thumb and holding one of her stuffed bears.

I awoke sometime later to find I was all alone.

"Mommy?..." I was still half-asleep and I panicked, thinking Mom was gone. "Mommy!" I got so hot I pushed the blanket off me.

Seconds later she came around the doorway. "What's wrong, sweetie?"

She came close to the bed and I got on my knees to hug her. "I thought you left me," I whimpered, fully awake.

"No, baby, I'd never leave you. Shhhhhh. I was just in my room, talking on the phone. You're alright." She settled me back on the bed. "Relax, baby. Do you need anything?"

"I'm all hot...and kinda thirsty," I panted.

"Okay, I'll be right back."

A bit later, Mom came back with a cool cloth for my head. She didn't bring anything to drink, instead carrying a cup of chicken noodle soup and some crackers. Mom stayed with me while I ate. I was so hungry I could've eaten more, but she said we needed to see how my tummy acted. When I was done, she went to her room to relax and I stayed in bed, reading my comic books and watching some TV. My brothers came by my room after they got out of school. Even though they acted tough all the time, I knew that they cared about me. Matt even brought a few of his `Hardy Boys' books for me to read.

"Just don't puke on them," he joked, rubbing his hand on my head.

I spent the next few hours reading. Mom poked her head in every so often to check on me. After it got dark, she wanted to go downstairs to watch TV and I tagged along, so she could keep an eye on me. Between the day I'd had, the reading and the lateness of the hour, I began to feel tired. Mom had me climb up on her lap and we sat in her chair watching TV. She had an arm around me and was holding me close. I rested my head on her chest and hugged her bear. Between hearing her heartbeat, feeling her steady breathing and inhaling her lovely smell, I was soon asleep, again sucking my thumb. To this day, there are times I fall asleep with my stuffed bear lodged snugly in my arms, my thumb firmly in my suckling mouth.

By Friday I was feeling better, but Mom decided it was silly to send me to school for just one day, so I got to stay home and help her around the house with chores. Afterwards, I had the rest of the day to hang in my room. I couldn't wait to see Al the next morning; only seeing him on weekends was driving me crazy. I wasn't sure I could get Mom to give me money for McDonald's again, so I just planned to come home for lunch at noon, and then go right back to Al's. I asked Mom if there was anything I needed to do for her; I wanted to be outside as much as I could on Saturday, as I had been home sick most of the week. Since we'd done what was needed around the house, I was free to spend my Friday night watching TV.

The next morning I was dressed and ready for breakfast by 8 o'clock. It had been days since I was last out, and I was ready to go. Mom was up too; she was in the kitchen making breakfast, humming as she worked over the stove. I stood there staring at her; she had nothing on but a shiny pink robe, tied at her waist. She didn't have any pajama bottoms on and her feet were bare. She caught sight of me out of the corner of her eye.

"Morning, sweetie," she said between hums.

"Hi, Mom."

"Would you like bacon and eggs this morning?"

"Yes, please."

"Toast?"

"Okay."

I watched her walk to the fridge. Opening the door, she leaned over and reached in and grabbed the butter. I couldn't help noticing that her panties matched her robe. I felt a tingle in my undies and my cock got stiff and I rubbed it without thinking.

"Young man, what are you doing?"

I didn't notice she had turned around, catching me looking at her panties. I blushed and before I could say anything she turned back to the stove.

"Get dishes for us, okay, sweetie?"

"Yes, Mommy."

We sat together and had breakfast, but nothing was mentioned about me looking under her robe. I helped her do the dishes and soon after, kissed and hugged her and was out the door.

By 9:15, me and Al were in his living room, hugging and exchanging kisses. While we sat in his kitchen having Oreos and milk, I told him that I had been sick during the week. I also mentioned how Mom had been dressed before breakfast that morning.

"What did you think?"

"She was so pretty...I..."

"You got a boner, didn't you?"

I blushed and nodded. "I got one when she bent over."

"Well, that's normal. Did she see you looking?"

"Yes. But she really didn't say anything about it. I mean, she did ask me what I was doing when she saw me rubbing my cock, but she didn't get mad."

"She understands. Besides, you have two older brothers, so I'm sure she's gone through it before. You're not the first boy to get excited looking at his mother."

"She just looked so..."

"I know, baby."

I was at a loss for words, at least where Mom was concerned, so we just sat there finishing our cookies and milk.

"How would you like to spend the day?," he asked.

I got off the chair and went and hugged him.

"You want to go upstairs, do you?," he asked with a grin.

"Yes, Daddy, I have a boner. I love doing that stuff with you."

He took my face in his hands and kissed mouth.

"And I love doing it with you. Do you have to be home for lunch?"

"Yes, Sir, at twelve."

"Okay, let's go."

In no time we were up on his bed, naked and lying down, facing each other. We kissed as I felt his hard cock poking me and I rubbed my stiffy on his hairy belly. I reached down and grabbed hold of his cock; I loved how it felt soft, hard and hot all at the same time. I stroked its length, feeling it throb in my hand as I rubbed my feet lightly on Al's legs. I could have stayed like that forever, but soon after, I wanted to feel his cock in my mouth, and I told him so.

"Okay, baby, but let's do something a little different."

"Like what?"

"Let me show you."

He got down off the bed for a moment to get one of his magazines. Opening it to a page in the middle, he showed me a picture of two men; one was on top of the other, but they were in opposite directions, each sucking the other's cock. Al said the position was called `sixty-nine'. I laughed as it sounded silly and he drew a little picture to explain what it meant. I understood, but it still sounded silly.

"We can do that?," I asked.

"Yes, if you want to try it."

Al put the magazine down and lay on the bed. I climbed on top of him and felt his hands on my bare ass, rubbing and squeezing. I positioned my face right above his cock and didn't wait to start licking it. It jumped each time my tongue touched it. In seconds, I felt Al's mouth on my hard cock. The feelings he was giving me between his mouth and his hands on my ass, I couldn't stop myself from moaning. I soon held his cock and pointed it toward my mouth.

"Suck me, baby. Suck Daddy's cock," he panted.

I did as I was told. As I put my mouth over it, I felt it leak precum and he moaned around my cock. We stayed that way for several minutes; each sucking and slurping each other's cock.

Minutes later, I felt his tongue lick my butthole. He licked all around it, occasionally poking his tongue in. I moaned around his cock as he licked and poked me. It felt almost as good as when he sucked my dick.

"You have such a sweet asshole, baby," he said, grabbing my small ass cheeks and spreading them wider.

For the next several minutes, Al poked his tongue in my hole in quick in-and-out motions.

"Oh, suck, baby, suck. You're so good at it."

I loved his encouragements and compliments.

"I'm gonna sperm, honey."

I flicked my tongue all around the head of his cock and I felt the first jet of his hot cum shoot against my tongue. Several more spurts filled my mouth and I swallowed happily. I moaned around his cock as he came; pumping his cock in my mouth in time with his spurts. I felt his hot breath on my moist asshole as he panted, lost in his orgasm.

"Oh, baby...you're so good to Daddy."

I took my mouth off his softening cock, slurping my way up to make sure I didn't leave any sperm behind. Climbing off Al, I lay down next to him and kissed his mouth as he calmed from his cum.

"That was great, honey. Thank you for making me feel so good."

"You're welcome, Daddy. Could you lick me more? I liked that."

"Of course, baby," he said, rising up on the bed.

Al had me lay down with my legs hanging over the side of the bed. He got down and kneeled on the floor and started licking and kissing my toes. Working his way up my legs and thighs, he raised my legs and parted them and flicked his tongue over my needy asshole. He had a strong grip on my ankles as he worked his tongue in and around my hole. Kisses and licks were given in between his tongue entering my tight pooper.

Al looked up and saw that I had reached down and started rubbing my stiffy, so he rose up and took it in his mouth, sucking on it. Moments later, I felt his finger tickling my hole. Then as he sucked and licked around my little balls, he stuck the tip of his finger in my ass, wiggling it gently. I was in heaven. But it got better as he went back to sucking my dick and I felt more of his finger enter me. Soon after, he started pumping his entire finger in my hole.

"Daddy, that feels good."

He moaned around my cock and stopped fingering me long enough to start working a second finger in me. I was getting a full feeling, and I grunted at his entry.

"Are you doing okay, sweetie?"

"Uh, okay, hurts a little."

"I'll go slow."

He went back down and licked more and made my hole real wet and then went back to sucking me. Pushing his two fingertips in my hole, the wetness made then slide in easily. I reached up and rubbed my hand on his head. This was a new feeling and I wondered what more he could teach me. In no time, Al was pumping two thick fingers in my hole and I felt the sensation build that I was going to have another orgasm for him.

"Daddy...I'm gonna do it..."

He increased the pumping of my hole and sucked harder on my cock. I again felt as though it was going to explode. Suddenly, I cried out and my hole clenched and throbbed around his fingers as my cock pulsed hotly in his mouth. The spasms took hold of my body and I held onto his head as my legs went up and around his shoulders. He wiggled his fingers inside me rapidly. I had no control of how my body responded; I just lay there as the waves of pleasure washed over me.

I soon began to calm down and Al took his fingers out of me slowly; I whimpered at the feeling of emptiness. He sat on the bed next to me as my legs finally hung limply over the side of the bed.

"How was that, baby?"

"Wonderful, Daddy," I said softly.

"It can feel even better."

"How?"

"With my cock fucking you instead of my fingers."

"Really?"

"Yes. But that's for another time. My cock is a bit bigger than my fingers, so it would take time to get you ready for it. I don't want to hurt you."

"Okay."

We spent the better part of an hour on the bed lying close, just kissing and chatting. `Pillow talk', he called it.

At noon, I was at the kitchen table with Mom, having my lunch. By this time, she had changed into a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of shorts. I couldn't help noticing her feet were still bare.

"Did you need me to go to the store for you, Mommy?," I asked in between bites of my egg salad sandwich.

"No, sweetie, I don't think there's anything I need," she said, pouring herself coffee.

"Okay. I have some change left and was going to Mr. Mancini's and check out the comic books."

"Where else will you be going this afternoon?"

"I dunno, I thought about the playground again."

"You said you were going there this morning, your brothers didn't see you."

Uh oh.

"Oh, well, I was inside the fort." The `fort' was actually a combination of monkey bars, two slides and connecting tubes to form one big object to play on.

"Okay, be careful on that, will you?"

"Yes, Mommy."

"What would you like to have for dinner tonight?"

I thought about it for a bit and replied, "mac and cheese?"

"Okay, sweetie. Wash your dishes and be home by five."

After a quick stop at the drug store to pick up a couple more comics, I was back at Al's for the afternoon. As I was still a bit tired from our playtime that morning, I asked him if we could spend time in his workshop. He didn't have anything special to do for the repair store, but we did work on a radio kit that he'd had under his bench that was still unused. While we put together the kit, we talked more about Mom, Dad and my brothers. I told him about Mom asking me about the playground and my brothers not seeing me, obviously because I wasn't there. I mentioned the fort and that Mom seemed to accept my reason, but we still needed to think of something so I wouldn't get caught in a lie. We agreed to see each other only for an hour or so for the next several Saturdays. I wished I could have spent every day with him, but he got me to understand how important it was to keep our friendship secret.

Later that night after my bath, I lay in bed reading my new comics. Mom came up to tuck me in for the night.

"Bedtime, sweetie. I gave you an extra hour for your books."

I didn't notice it was well past 9PM. "Okay, Mommy," I said, putting my books on my desk.

Climbing in bed, I settled back on my pillows. Mom took the sheet and covered me, brushing my hair out of my face and leaning in to kiss me goodnight. I moved my head forward a bit to meet her, but this motion made it so she didn't close her mouth in time. This also threw off her aim as she was going for my cheek. It was accidental, at least I didn't knowingly do it, but I met her mouth with mine, lips slightly open. Somehow I even managed to brush the tip of my tongue against hers. A kiss much like I would have given Al. Instantly, I got hard and it tented the sheet a bit. I hoped she didn't notice.

"Daniel!," she exclaimed, backing off. "Where did you learn to kiss like that?"

Damn, twice in one day. This was NOT good.

I lay there, frozen, thinking what to say. As she moved back, she noticed it.

"I asked you a question, young man!"

"I'm sorry, Mommy." I sank back into the pillow. "I saw it the other night."

"What other night? Where?"

"The night I was sick. I was sitting on you and you had the TV on. I woke up and saw a lady kissing a man." I wasn't quite sure what was on the TV at the time, but I hope she believed it.

"Oh, well," she said reaching in to rub my head. I jerked it aside. "Easy, baby, but that's not the way we're supposed to kiss, honey."

"But I love you," I said.

"I know you do, baby."

"That's what that lady said in the show when she did it." I hated lying to her.

"I know, sweetie, but that's a different kind of love. You'll understand one day. You're a young man, honey, and you'll have to learn there are certain things you can't do." She looked down again and saw the small tent in the sheet. "Such as kissing me like you did. I know it's confusing to you, Daniel, but I'll try to help you understand, in time, as best as I can. For now, go to sleep. No harm done, okay?"

"Okay, Mommy."

She leaned in and kissed my cheek, as she had intended at the beginning.

"I love you, sweetie. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Mommy, I love you."

She turned out my light and went downstairs. All I could think about was the kiss; the way her mouth tasted so sweet and how it felt so soft. I fell asleep with my hand on my boner.

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November, 1972

The following four Saturdays saw me and Al spend just a little time together; only taking an hour or so each visit, we'd switch every week sucking each other's cock.

It was the Saturday just before Thanksgiving; the weather was sunny and cool and although it was no longer t-shirt and shorts weather, it was nice enough to wear a long-sleeve shirt and pants with no jacket. I went to see Al early that morning and enjoyed getting naked for him and sucking his cock. As he always did, he filled my mouth with his lovely sperm and I felt it in my tummy most of the morning. After kissing him goodbye, I found myself at the playground that was connected to the school, just a few blocks from my house. There was no one there that day, and I had all the rides to myself.

I was there for about an hour and I was halfway up the ladder for the biggest slide when I felt something tug at my shirt. I was pulled back violently and ended up on the ground. I was looking up at Nicky, Todd and Patrick. There was no one else in the playground and I was surprised I didn't hear them coming. They were all smiles, I was not. Without a word, Nicky reached down and grabbed the front of my shirt, jerking me up roughly. A moment later, is hand slapped my face, hard. I tried putting my hands up to block his swing, but Patrick grabbed my arms and held them behind my back. I staggered backwards into Patrick from the force of Nicky's slap and he pushed me back forward as Nicky threw a punch to my midsection. Todd joined in by smacking my head. I was so scared, I couldn't help peeing myself. The front of my pants and the insides of both legs were soaked with my fear.

"Look at the sissy pissing himself!," Nicky yelled. "Does baby need a diaper?" he said in between punches.

By this time, I was lying on the ground trying to cover my head from the onslaught of my three enemies. My nose was bleeding, my lower lip was split and I felt several bruises on my midsection and back. The attack seemed to last forever; I was a bloody, pissy, crying mess. Suddenly, through the punches and kicks I heard, "Shit! Let's get out of here!" I wasn't sure who'd said it, but the beating stopped immediately.

There had to be a connection of sorts, or some kind of sign that trouble was in the air, because I looked up in time to see Al race to where I was. Todd and Patrick jumped the fence to escape. Nicky ran fast for the exit by the sports equipment shed, but Al was faster. Grabbing his shirt collar from behind, Al dragged Nicky kicking and yelling over to where I was still on the ground. Nicky tried to get away by twisting and turning, but Al's grip increased and Nicky had nowhere to go. With his other hand, he helped me stand. I was still crying.

"Stop moving, Martom, or no one will ever find you." I'd never seen Al so mad. "Daniel, are you hurt bad?"

I couldn't answer, so all I did was shrug my shoulders.

Al took me by the hand and Nicky by the shirt collar, so tight his neck and cheeks bulged with the pressure. Al had no intention of letting him get away. We went to the grocer's across the street from the school. Inside, Al asked Mr. Woodrow to call the police. While we waited for them to arrive, Al never let go of Nicky; Mr. Woodrow did his best to calm me down. He let me sit behind his counter and he gave me a soda. By now the bleeding had stopped, but I was still a mess. I was cold from being soaked in pee and couldn't stop shivering. Mr. Woodrow brought a blanket from the back room and put it around my back and shoulders.

A little while later, a police car pulled up outside the store.

Looking up as the door opened, I saw Officer Chandler come in. He was a tall man, dressed sharply in his dark blue uniform. His intense blue eyes looked at me and the over to Al and Nicky. Taking off his hat, he uncovered a head of jet black hair, cut short and parted on the side. He walked over to Al.

"Hello, Jerry," Al said, holding his hand out for a handshake.

"Al," he answered, shaking Al's big hand. "What's the trouble?"

"I caught Martom and two of his friends beating Daniel in the playground," he nodded toward me, "for no reason at all."

"That's a lie! He started it!," Nicky yelled.

Al yanked at Nicky's collar silencing him quickly, with only a loudly-audible `Gurk!' escaping Nicky's lips.

"This is actually the second time I caught them doing this. The first time was a few months ago in Military Park, but they didn't inflict as much damage that time," Al explained, handing Nicky over to Officer Chandler.

"Who was with you, Nicky?," the officer asked.

He got no response, so Al answered for him.

"It was Patrick Jameson and Todd Myers," he said.

For the next several minutes, Officer Chandler took notes on the incident and even came over to check on me. I couldn't help seeing Nicky throw menacing glares at me, which didn't go unnoticed by the adults.

"Martom, don't think about even walking on the same street as Daniel. I'll be keeping an eye on you and your friends," Al warned him.

"That won't be necessary, Al. This isn't their only offense. Because of this, they all just might end up in jail. They've even shoplifted from Albert." Albert was Mr. Woodrow.

"And I'll be pressing charges, I can assure you."

"Alright, Nicky," Officer Chandler said, clasping handcuffs on him, "let's go. Let's get you home, Daniel."

I glanced at Nicky and he didn't look at all scared until Officer Chandler put the handcuffs on him.

"I'll go with you," Al said.

"But-!," I exclaimed, rising to my feet.

He pointed a finger at me: "No `buts'."

"Yes, Sir."

Officer Chandler led Nicky out the door, his hands firmly behind his back. I shrugged off the blanket and handed it to Mr. Woodrow.

"Thank you, Mr. Woodrow."

"You're welcome, Daniel. You tell your Mom if she needs anything to let me know, I'll put it on account for her."

"Thank you, Sir."

I pulled out a ripped dollar from my pocket and handed it to Mr. Woodrow.

"What's that for?"

"The soda."

"No, sir, that's on the house. Consider it `battle pay'," he said, smiling.

"But I didn't do anything."

"That's okay, son. You can't win them all," he said, rubbing my head.

"Thank you."

"You take care. I'll see you soon."

We left the store and Al sat me in the front seat and then climbed in back, making Nicky shrink in fear.

In just a few minutes, we travelled around a few blocks in town and pulled up outside my house. Officer Chandler got out and let me and Al out of the car. Mom must have been watching or noticed us pull up because she was opening the door as we climbed the stairs.

"Oh my God, Daniel...what happened?"

The only answer I could give her was to start crying.

She put her arms around me as Officer Chandler explained what had happened. Her hug felt good.

"It would be helpful if you could take him to the hospital this afternoon and have your doctor give him an examination. I took a quick look and there didn't appear to be any broken bones. Have your doctor give us a call," he said, handing Mom a business card, "and we'll send an officer over to take pictures as evidence of the severity of the beating."

"Thank you," she said, still stunned.

"Al, you coming? I can drop you off at the shop."

"No, I'm going to stay a bit. Thank you for your help. You know where to find me, if you need me, though."

"Alright," he said to Al. Then he turned to my mother, "I'll check back with you later, Mrs. McGuire."

"Thank you," she responded.

Officer Chandler walked down the stairs and Al held out his hand to Mom. "I'm Al Fredericks. I managed to get one of the boys that beat Daniel. I'm sorry I didn't see things sooner."

"Thank you, Mr. Fredericks," she said, shaking his hand. "Please come in."

"Thank you."

Minutes later, we were sitting in the living room; I was on Mom's ottoman and Al was on the couch, at the end nearest Mom's chair. Mom was standing in the middle of the room.

"Would you like some tea, Mr. Fredericks?"

"Yes, thank you. And please call me `Al'."

Mom disappeared into the kitchen. I heard her gathering cups and spoons and moving about. While she was away, Al patted my arm and whispered, "it'll be alright."

Just a bit later, Mom came back carrying a tray with a pot and three cups. There was also a plate of biscuits, some sugar and a tiny pitcher of milk.

"I hope Earl Grey is okay, and I brought some scones, in case you were a bit hungry."

"Thank you, Mrs. McGuire, that's wonderful."

"Gretchen," she said smiling.

We sat and had tea, although the hot liquid did hurt my lips. Mom and Al talked and I climbed up and sat on Mom's lap, resting my head against her shoulder. I hugged her and took a handful of her shirt and bunched it up to my nose. The shirt opened a bit and showed her beautiful skin. Breathing in Mom's wonderful scent, I closed my eyes and sucked my thumb. I was halfway between being awake and sleeping, and I heard most of their conversation.

"You seem familiar to me, Al. Have I seen you before?"

"Yes, you have. I'm part owner of the television and radio repair shop on the Avenue. I don't have much to do these days, so I walk around town a lot. In fact, I think you saw me one day during the summer walking down your street chatting with Daniel."

"Oh, yes, I remember now. So you've seen my Daniel around town have you?"

"Yes, I have. I would see him play down the street at the park. I spend many days just sitting and enjoying the peacefulness. My wife used to enjoy it as well."

"I don't understand. `Used to'? Aren't you still married? I see you wear a ring."

"No, my wife Gloria died last year from breast cancer."

"Oh my G-I'm so sorry, Al. I didn't mean-"

"It's okay. That's why I say I don't have much to do these days. My heart isn't really in the work anymore, though I do tinker here and there sometimes."

I heard the door open and my brothers raced in.

"What-?!"

"Shhhhh," Mom went.

"What happened?," Matty asked.

"Your brother was beaten up."

"By who?," Jimmy asked.

"Nicky Martom and his friends Patrick and Todd," was Al's response.

"This is Mr. Fredericks. He helped Daniel."

"I've seen you at the TV store," Jimmy said.

"I'm sorry wasn't able to stop the fight sooner."

"Did the cops get them?"

"Just Nicky, Matt. The other two got away, but the police are looking for them," Mom said.

"Let's go," he said.

"Matt, Jimmy, wait!," Mom exclaimed, but the only answer was the slamming door.

"Oh...they don't always show it, but they love Daniel."

"So it seems."

"Al, how well do you know Daniel?"

"Well, pretty well, I suppose. There have been quite a few days where I'd be at the park and he'd come sit and we'd chat. He told me he hasn't many friends."

"No, he's usually very shy, even at his age. He should have more friends by this point. I know you talked with him briefly that day I saw you, but I'm surprised he continued to see you. We did have the talk about strangers and such."

"Well, I guess because he'd seen me so often, he knew I wasn't a danger. It also happened that back in the summer, the three ganged up on him then as well."

"What?!"

"Nothing happened, I was coming out of the luncheonette and stopped them before anything occurred."

"Why didn't he tell me any of this?"

"Gretchen, please don't be mad at him, but Daniel confided in me that his dad wasn't coming home much lately at that time."

"Y-yes, that's true. Derek hasn't really been around much for Daniel. But, I don't understand-"

"He said he knew you were upset about that and didn't want to bother you about the troubles he'd been having."

I felt Mom hug me tighter. "Oh, baby, I love you," she said, even though she thought I was sleeping.

"He is a good boy."

"Al, do you have children?"

"No." He sounded sad. "Gloria and I didn't have the chance before she died."

"I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, I guess it wasn't meant to be. But we did babysit her young niece regularly. She'd also stay with us over summer vacations and long holidays out of school."

"Daniel, wake up, baby. We have to go to the hospital."

"Would you like me to go with you?," he asked.

"No, thank you, we need some `Mommy-Son' time."

"I understand. I know we only just met, Gretchen, but if you need anything or need someone to babysit Daniel, please let me know. I'd be happy to help."

"Thank you."

"Tomorrow morning, I'd like you both to join me for breakfast, please?"

"Thank you, I'd like that."

I sat on the chair as Al gave Mom his address. They shook hands and she walked him to the door.

The following week was busy. We'd gone to the hospital that afternoon; I was checked out and found only to have some bruising and a chipped tooth. A police officer came by to take pictures for the charges against Nicky, Patrick and Todd, the other two having their own bruisings to deal with as it turned out Matty and Jimmy found them hiding in the equipment room at the school. My brothers made sure Patrick and Todd paid for what they did to me. And my brothers made it known I was never to be bothered again, or they'd get much worse. After Matt and Jimmy were done with them, my brothers called the police and told them where they could find Todd and Patrick. Nicky was spared my brothers' anger; he was safely at the police station at the time Matty and Jimmy found his friends.

The next morning, me and Mom showed up at Al's promptly at nine, even though I was feeling a bit sore. He welcomed us in and cooked and served us a wonderful breakfast; Mom was very impressed. And she got the same tour of the house as I did, even the basement workshop. Mom took in all the surroundings and even admired the statues and collections that Gloria had saved. I was very surprised that we had stayed with Al until the afternoon. It turned out Mom liked him very much and was happy that I could have a father-figure in my life, if he didn't mind that; he didn't. Al was right when he'd thought that Mom had a boyfriend. She mentioned she'd been on medication to deal with the stress of my Dad leaving, but that since she'd met Paul, she'd been feeling much better. Mom told Al that it would be fine with her if I spent each Saturday with him; she didn't think that Paul would be around enough to teach me things that a father would teach his son. She also wasn't sure yet if he would be willing to. I was so happy when Mom hugged Al and gave him a kiss. I couldn't have hoped for anything better.

Just before we left for home, Al gave Mom several of his wife's statues. She didn't want to accept, but Al convinced her it was time that someone else appreciated them, as his wife had done. Mom gave Al a very long, very loving hug. We left Al's and spent dinnertime at Gramma's.

Later in the week, we heard through Al that Officer Chandler told him that Nicky, Patrick and Todd had been sent to away and that they wouldn't be seen for quite some time. Matty and Jimmy avoided trouble because Patrick and Todd couldn't prove they were beaten up by my brothers; Al said he got the impression from Officer Chandler that the police weren't especially interested in my brothers as they felt that Patrick and Todd got some of what they deserved.

Each night that week, I slept with Mom. I wasn't sick, but I still wasn't feeling that great; I was sore and I just wanted to be close to her. I had the most comfortable sleep that week than I could remember. I fell asleep each night lying next to her, cradled in her arm. Several times during those nights, Mom would take my thumb out of my mouth, but it always seemed to find its way back in when I slept with her. Toward the end of the week I was feeling better, so that Friday night I went to sleep in my own bed after a kiss from Mom.

At eight o'clock the next morning, I rang Al's doorbell. This was the first time I had gone to his place by myself, not having to worry about any bullies. I felt good about being able to see Al, as Mom knew right where I was. The door opened and a surprised-looking Al appeared behind the screen door. He was dressed only in his white bathrobe.

"Well, hello, sweetie!"

"Hi, Daddy," I said as he opened the door for me.

"A bit early this morning, huh?," he asked, grinning.

"I couldn't help it, I haven't seen you in a week." I blushed.

Closing the door, he bent down and placed a kiss right on my mouth. Our lips stayed in contact just long enough for our tongues to brush together lightly.

"Are you hungry, sweetie?"

"Yes, Sir. I got dressed and came right over."

"Does Mom know you came over so early?"

"Yes, I saw her on the way out. I have to be home for dinner at five."

"Okay, baby. Come on, I'll make you some bacon and eggs."

All during breakfast, I couldn't keep my free hand off the front of his robe. The feeling of his hard cock through the clothing was so exciting. There were a few times I even slipped my hand inside his robe to stroke him some.

After breakfast, we went upstairs, wasting no time in undressing. It took me a bit longer as Al only had to remove his robe. As I took off my clothes, I looked over his big, naked body, his hard cock sticking straight out at me. As soon as I dropped my undies, I got on my knees in front of him and started kissing his cock.

"I missed you, too, baby," he moaned.

Running my tongue up and down the shaft, I cradled and caressed his balls in my hands. Soon after, I felt his hands caress my head. His precum oozed out onto my tongue.

"Honey, Daddy wants to fuck you today. Will you let me?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Climb up on the bed."

I did as I was told and got down on my back, opening my legs wide for him. He leaned in and licked my tingling asshole, causing me to moan. His lips and hot tongue worked over my puckering poophole rapidly. In no time, I was breathing heavily from the pleasure.

I felt him reach up and take one of my small globes in each hand and spread them apart wider, making my hole widen. I felt his tongue enter me; he fucked me with his tongue for long minutes, wetting my hole and making me squirm.

I soon felt a finger enter my asshole. Al pumped and wiggled his finger all around inside me. I knew he was very excited and wanted to hurry because he wasted no time adding a second finger to my hole. I groaned at the extra pressure and slight pain, but he continued the pushing and pumping. My dick got harder as he poked my bottom. He leaned over and sucked on it for a little while, then took his mouth off of it and went right for my tingling hole. The absence of his fingers was a bit of a relief, but Al only licked long enough to get my pooper wet so he could put three fingers in me. I winced as he widened my hole with his pudgy fingers. Keeping them lodged in me, he stood up and began stroking his cock, precum oozing out of the tip. I saw him wipe several large drops of his fluid all over his cock. He removed his fingers from me and placed the head of his cock at my hole and pushed. I moaned loudly and felt fuller than I had ever before. Pressing his length all the way in me, I reached down and started to rub my hard dick. My breathing increased and I was just about gasping for air.

"Feel good, baby?"

"Uh...Daddy...hurts a little," I panted.

"It'll get better."

Grabbing my ankles, Al quickened the pace and force of his thrusts. He was fucking me so hard that the entire bed was moving side-to-side. It was an amazing feeling; his cock pumping my asshole, making it tingle with every bump that rubbed my sensitive opening. He fucked me steadily. He went from one foot to the other, licking and kissing my soles and sucking my toes.

"Baby, suck your thumb for Daddy. Just like you did when you were sitting on your Mommy. You looked so sexy."

Even though I was lost in the new feelings that Al was giving me, I managed to do what he instructed. I brought my right hand to my mouth and sucked my thumb hungrily. My left hand continued to squeeze and rub my cock.

"Oh, fuck, baby. That's a good girl, suck it."

He must have needed to sperm real bad because his grip tightened on my ankles and he pounded my pooper hard. So hard that I grunted around my thumb with each of his powerful thrusts.

"Sperm for me, Daddy," I said breathlessly around my thumb.

Reaching down and grabbing my hips and pushing one last time, he buried his cock in my sore asshole and grunted loudly toward the ceiling. His cock pulsed violently and I felt his hot sperm splash my insides as if a garden hose had been turned on.

"Uh..oh..oh, I love you, Princess."

He pushed and pushed as he came inside me as if he could get more of himself in my hole. But he was at his limit as I felt his weight press on me; the wiry hair around his cock tickling my bottom. He panted and grunted and groaned as he spent every bit of energy he had left filling me with his hot love.

"I love you, baby," he said, leaning down on me, kissing my mouth and my thumb and my neck.

His breathing slowed as his cock pulsed only with the beat of his heart. He had fucked me; he had cum in me and most of all, he made love to me.

"I love you, Daddy," I said, taking my thumb out and kissing him fully.

He couldn't put all his weight on me as big as he was, so he let his soft cock ooze out of my sloppy asshole and he cuddled up next to me. I snuggled into him as I felt some of his sperm leak out of my open ass. He kissed my mouth hungrily as I rubbed my cock furiously, quickly having my own orgasm. As I came down, Al just kissed and nibbled my neck, causing cooing sounds to come from my mouth.

"I love you so much."

"I love you, Daddy."

"Are you Daddy's girl?"

"But, I'm a boy."

"True, but you're cuter as a girl. You have such soft skin, and your hair is long and pretty. Besides, all this time I've been calling you princess' and honey' and all."

"You want me to be your girl?"

"Do you want to be?"

"Yes, Sir," I said, snuggling into him closer.

Thursday came and with it cold weather. But inside the house all was warm and comfy and filled with the sights, sounds and smells only a holiday like Thanksgiving could bring. As it's always been a tradition in my family, we had Christmas music playing in the background as Mom cooked and the three of us boys hung out, occasionally helping her do things. We were all dressed nicely; me and my brothers in colored polo shirts and tan dress pants and brown shoes, Mom was gorgeous in a one-piece dark brown sleeveless dress with black high heels. We had the Christmas tree and trimmings waiting in the living room, which we would put up the following day. It was a good day; we played and listened to music, we set the table and waited patiently for the turkey to be done at 1PM.

Near around noon the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it, I'm expecting someone," Mom said, her heels `clicking' on the hard portions of the floor.

The three of us stood in the living room amongst our board games, watching the hallway, wondering who it could be. We knew it wasn't Dad. But a few seconds later, coming through the doorway dressed in a dark blue suit, white dress shirt and black tie, was Al! I nearly called out Daddy!', but my brothers had gone over to greet him first. I came to my senses and joined them in a chorus of Hello, Mr. Fredericks' and handshakes. He handed Jimmy and Matt each a football with team logos printed on them, I was handed a brown and pink-colored stuffed bear. I carried that bear with me the whole day.

It was a great day; we listened as Al told us about his shop and other things; we enjoyed spending time together as a family and we ate great food. Mom was an excellent cook, but Al also brought some German-style stuffing and deviled eggs that he made. The eggs sounded funny, but they turned out to be yummy. We had turkey, regular stuffing and Al's, baked macaroni and cheese, mashed potatoes, corn, biscuits and cranberry sauce. After dinner we sat around the living room and watched football. My brothers were rooting for San Francisco and I was rooting for Dallas. I didn't have a favorite team at that time, I just picked the team because they were Al's favorite. Even though they lost, everyone still had a good evening eating apple pie and drinking large amounts of hot chocolate as the Christmas music played once again.

After cleaning up, Al got his jacket as it was time for him to leave. We all said goodbye accompanied by more handshakes and I peeked around the corner seeing Mom give him a very warm hug and kiss at the door. Soon after, I took my bath and got in my pajamas. Mom tucked me in and kissed me; almost immediately I fell into a comfy sleep tightly hugging my new bear.

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December 23, 1972

It was cold and rainy. I'd woken up early and went downstairs and asked Mom if I could go over to Al's for the day. I didn't usually go out to play in the rain, but since I'd be inside all day, she said she wouldn't have a problem as long as Al said it was alright. She said that she'd call him around nine to ask. Mom made pancakes and sausages and we sat together in the kitchen eating and talking. She put food aside for Matt and Jimmy for when they woke up.

"What do you do when you visit Al?"

"Different stuff, he has some games like we do, but I like hanging out in his workshop. He's showing me how to fix radios." I couldn't very well say `we like to get naked and suck each other. Oh, and he fucked me for the first time last month'.

"You like him, don't you?"

"Yes, Mommy, he's a very nice man." I wanted to tell her that I loved him and wished he could be my Daddy, but I really wouldn't have known what to say without upsetting her or spilling our secret.

"He seems lonely, but I guess that would be natural since his wife died."

"It's very sad."

"It is, honey. But it's a good thing you met him. It seems he's done as good for you as much as you're doing good for him."

"What do you mean, Mommy?"

"Well, he saved you from Nicky and you've helped him some with his loneliness by spending time with him."

"Oh, I understand." It was true, what she'd said. But it was also true that I wasn't as lonely anymore either. I didn't say that aloud, but I think she knew it anyway.

We finished breakfast and I helped her wash the dishes. Soon after, she called Al and they spoke a while. I was free to visit for the day, even staying for lunch as it was wet out.

Half-hour later I was walking up the steps to Al's door in my bright-yellow raincoat and hat. I wanted to use an umbrella, but Mom insisted on the raincoat as it was windy. I felt silly; I looked like a miniature fisherman. As I got to the door, Al opened it for me.

"Hi, sweetie."

"Hi, Daddy," I said, taking off the wet rubber coat.

The room was warm and toasty; it smelled of cinnamon. The Christmas tree that Al had standing tall in the living room was brightly lit and the colored lights blinked and twinkled. Underneath the tree were several wrapped presents.

"Did you eat, honey?"

"Yes, Sir."

"How about some hot chocolate to warm up?"

"That would be great," I said smiling. He always made me smile.

I sat on his couch across from the tree as Al made noise in the kitchen. Minutes later he came in with two mugs of hot chocolate. He put them on the coffee table and I saw that mine had a big pile of whipped cream in it. He sat next to me as I picked up my cup and spoon.

"Be careful, honey, it's hot," he said, caressing my back.

I spooned some cream out of the cup; I loved how whipped cream tasted after it was in chocolate. I sipped some of the hot liquid and put the cup down. I leaned over and hugged him, running my hands over his big midsection.

"I'll be able to spend more time with you this week as I'm out of school `til January."

"Okay, baby. I would like that very much."

"But you'll have to talk to Mom about it." I said, sitting back down, "she doesn't want me coming over without you saying it's okay."

"That's not a problem, honey."

We sat and drank our chocolate and talked about the plans that we each had for Christmas. He said he was going to spend Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with some family down the shore. That was his niece's family. Al said they'd been trying to get him to visit since Gloria died, but he had missed her so much that he didn't do much of anything. Only recently had he felt better about things in his life, and he said he owed me everything because I brought him out of his sad mood. I hugged him tightly and he kissed the top of my head. He asked what I was going to do and I told him that on Christmas Eve we each got to open one present and spend the evening drinking hot chocolate. Christmas Day we always opened up presents in the morning and then went to Gramma's for Christmas dinner.

"Speaking of presents," he said, getting up and going to the tree.

He grabbed a few medium-sized boxes that were all the same size and shape and returned to my side on the couch. He placed the boxes on the coffee table and the shiny-wrapped gifts glistened in the light of the twinkling tree lights.

"I got you a few things to have here for when you come over."

"Thank you, Daddy."

"Oh," he chuckled, "don't thank me yet. You haven't seen them. You might not like them."

"No," I giggled, "I'd love anything you gave me."

He kissed my mouth, our lips lingering together for a moment.

"Here," he held a red and green-colored rectangular box, "is the first one."

I took the package and it had some weight to it. I shook it a little bit, but it made no noise, though the items inside did move. Al sat watching me with a smile on his face. I ripped open the paper and there was a plain, white box underneath, much like a clothing box would look like. I removed the ribbons that were on the corners and flipped open the top. Inside were twelve `Adventure Comics' books, all featuring Supergirl!

"Thank you, Daddy," I said, leaning on him and squeezing him hard.

"Hey, we're not done yet, honey." He kissed me again. I loved his mouth on mine.

"Next one!," he said, handing me a silver and red-wrapped gift.

I held this one and it felt much lighter than the books. I unwrapped the present and an identical box waited for me to open it. Opening the lid revealed two G.I. Joe action figures and several clothing sets! I went to hug him again.

"Wait!," he chuckled. "Save all hugs `til after."

I was so excited to get such great presents.

"Last one, honey, I hope you like it."

I took the shiny red-and-blue gift and tore the paper off; I uncovered a third identical box. I took off the top and stared at what was inside. I may have even gasped I was so thrilled! Lying on a folded pile of shiny-red material was a short-sleeved blue top with a red and yellow `S' on it. The next item in the box that I pulled out, made of the same shiny red material, was a skirt! It was my very own Supergirl costume! I yelled for joy and jumped right into Al's arms. He held me tight as I kissed his face and hugged him.

"Thank you, Daddy! I love you...thank you so much!"

"Here, let me show you a couple of things."

Still holding the top and the skirt, he stood me up and pulled the last pile of red cloth out of the box. It was a cape! He held it up for me to look at and I saw that it even had the `S' symbol on the back in yellow material. It was great!

"I know Louise up at the cleaners and I had her make this special for you."

"Thank you, Daddy!," I panted. I was all smiles.

"Sit down for a few minutes, you're hyperventilating...just relax a little."

"I'm so excited, I love you, Daddy," I said, leaning into him.

"I love you, Princess."

We stayed like that for a little while; my arms around him as he caressed my head and rubbed my back.

"Go change into your costume, honey."

"Okay, Daddy," I smiled. "Can I go in the dining room?"

"Of course. But don't forget these," he said reaching behind the couch. Seconds later, he pulled out a pair of shiny red boots! And again I had to yell for joy. I hugged him once again and took my new costume into the dining room. I took off all my clothes, even my white undies as I felt they didn't match the costume. I left them piled on one of the dining chairs. I slipped the silky soft skirt up my legs and over my butt. It fit quite nicely and flowed beautifully as I twirled. The silky material tickled my soft dick. I put the top over my head, shoving my arms through the openings. I tied the cape around my neck and slipped my bare feet into the boots. In seconds I had the knee-length boots zipped up and ran into the living room, my cape streaming delicately behind me.

Al was still on the couch and his eyes twinkled when he saw me. I was smiling brightly, making different poses for him to show him how great the costume was.

"You're absolutely beautiful, Princess."

"Thank you, Daddy, " I said, skipping over to him. My skirt flipped up on my last skip and he reached up and caressed my hard cock and balls.

"We'll need to get you a pair of red undies, honey. Can't save the world with your precious cock hanging free," he said smiling.

I giggled and sat on his lap, locking my mouth to his. We sat that way for a while, just kissing and hugging. Shortly after, I had a terrible thought and I broke the kiss; Al saw I had a sad look on my face.

"What's wrong, honey?"

"I didn't get you anything for Christmas. You got me all this great stuff."

"Oh," he chuckled. "Don't worry, baby," he said, petting my head, "just spending time with you like this is all the gift I need. You're the best present I could ever have hoped for."

I put my arms around his neck and he drew me to him. Our lips met and stayed together; our tongues lightly, lovingly flicked together. It was the most deep, most loving kiss we had ever shared.

"Can we go upstairs, Daddy?"

"Sure, baby. But after lunch, I need to do a few things downstairs, alright?"

"Okay!"

As we'd done many times before, we got naked as soon as we were in his bedroom. I took my costume and gently laid it on the end of the bed.

"You can leave the boots on, if you like."

"Okay, Daddy, I do like the way they feel."

I wrapped my arms around his naked midsection, enjoying the way his body hair rubbed against my face. I felt his hardening cock poke me. I looked up at his smiling face and asked to see his stack of magazines. I wanted to do something special for him since he'd gotten me such great Christmas presents, and after looking through some, he finally pointed to a page and I nodded excitedly.

"Come sit in this chair," he said, pointing to the chair in the corner between the dressers.

I sat on the chair and he stood in front of me, his hard cock pointing right at my face. He cupped his hand lightly under my chin, signaling me to start sucking his cock. I opened my mouth and let his hard member slowly inch further in my mouth. I felt the head hit the back of my throat and I gagged. Al pulled back and then shoved forward again, gagging me again. He did this over and over for several minutes; pulling his cock out until it was almost out of my mouth then shoving it back in, making me gag on purpose. It was a bit uncomfortable, and I was afraid I was going to puke on him, but I wanted to give him something special, so I fought that urge.

In and out, his cock used my mouth. I kept my lips closed around the shaft and my tongue constantly flicked and licked the head as it moved in my mouth. Precum was oozing out of his cock and my spit was building up. I swallowed when I was able, but there was still fluid built up in my mouth. I reached up and took his hands and guided them to my head; giving Al the signal that I wanted him to control the action.

Grasping my head, he started a fucking-motion in my mouth. As his cock grew harder with each thrust, I reached around and held his ass, feeling the smooth skin and soft hairs beneath my hands.

"Oh, baby, you make Daddy feel so good," he moaned.

I slurped and swallowed and I sucked and gagged. I knew he was getting closer to sperming because he wasn't holding my head anymore, he was grasping handfuls of my hair.

"Rub under my balls, honey. Make Daddy cum," he panted.

I brought my hands around and with one hand I rubbed all over his tightening ball sack, the other I used my fingertips to tickle the soft area of skin between his balls and asshole. He couldn't take much of it and yelled aloud as his body stiffened.

"Here it comes, my love!"

Pulling his cock out of my mouth with a loud "pop', he grasped the head of his cock and stroked the top rapidly. I saw strings of spit and precum hang off the tip of his cock and felt them break away from my mouth.

"Close your eyes, Princess."

A second later I felt the first jet of his sperm splash across my nose, my left eye up onto my forehead. Several more gushed. They landed on my nose, lips, chin and I even felt a couple land in my hair and drip down my forehead. The last few spurts all landed on my mouth. Sperm dripped off my face onto my chest and thighs, some pooling in the cracks around my hard cock and balls. I opened my right eye as it was untouched by his cum and saw that even though there were small drops of sperm coming off his cock, he continued to stroke. I leaned forward and put my mouth on the hot, cum-covered head and sucked. He took his hand off and pressed it on the top of my head. I went down as far as I could then pulled my mouth up, slurping and swallowing what sperm I could get. Pulling his cock from my mouth, I swallowed and looked up at him. He was looking down at me, smiling.

"You look so sexy like that, Princess."

"Thank you, Daddy."

He took my hand and started rubbing my fingers on my face. I got his meaning and started scooping up the cum from my face and licked my fingers. I got as much as I could, savoring every drop. He took me into the bathroom and rinsed my face, trying to keep the cum he shot from entering my eye, but some got in and it burned bad. But the feeling only lasted a while and I was no worse than when we started. I quickly washed in the shower and dried off. As Al showered, I put my costume and boots back on and waited on the bed.

Minutes later we were downstairs in the kitchen. I sat at the table.

"Thank you for that, my love," he said, leaning over to kiss my mouth. "It felt great."

"You're welcome, Daddy."

"How about a roast beef sandwich for lunch?"

"Yes, please."

"How about we share some macaroni and cheese?"

"Yes, please."

He chuckled loudly, "you're so polite," he said, rubbing my head.

Al made us identical sandwiches and split a can of macaroni and cheese between us. We finished lunch with glasses of milk and washed the lunch dishes and the cups we had used earlier. We soon went downstairs to work on some radios. I wore my Supergirl costume for the rest of the time I was at Al's.

Shortly before five, we got out of a taxi in front of my house. As Al paid the driver, I got out and stood at the curb. The cabbie opened the trunk and Al took out two big bags with Christmas gifts. We made our way up the stairs as the taxi pulled away. I put my key in the door and we went in.

"Mom, I'm home! Al's here, too!," I called, hanging up my raincoat.

Mom came in seconds later.

"Hi, honey. Hello, Al. How are you?"

"I'm fine, Gretchen, thank you. I hope you don't mind me stopping by unannounced," he said as we walked into the living room. "I wanted to take care of this before Monday," he said, holding up the two bags with the presents.

"Al, you didn't have to."

"I really wanted to. You all have been so nice to me and inviting me over for Thanksgiving, making me feel very much a part of a family again. I appreciate it so much."

"You're very welcome," she said, leaning in and kissing his cheek.

"I got something for you and the boys." The gifts Al gave me earlier were left at his house, especially my costume.

"You're very sweet, let me get the boys."

Mom went to the stairs and called Matt and Jimmy. When they came down, me and Al were sitting on the couch.

"Hi, Mr. Fredericks," they both said.

"Hi, Guys. I know you have dinner at five, so I'll be quick. This is for you," he said handing Matty his gift.

"Thank you." He tore open his wrapping to find Al gave him a remote-control erector set. "This is great! Thanks!," he said, shaking Al's hand.

"For you," he said to Jimmy.

"Thanks, Mr. Fredericks." Jimmy pulled off his paper to reveal a slot car race set. "Holy sh-!"

"Jimmy!"

"Sorry, Mom. Thank you, Mr. Fredericks." He shook Al's hand too.

"Now yours," he said, handing me a long box.

"Thank you." I ripped open the colored paper to find Al got me a radio-controlled helicopter rescue set. "Wow! This is great!," I said, hugging him.

"And yours, Gretchen."

"Al, you didn't have to get me anything," she said as he handed her a wrapped box about the size of his hand. "Thank you." She undid the pretty wrapping and gasped in surprise. "Al!," she exclaimed, uncovering a yellow box. "This perfume is expensive! I can't-"

"Please accept it," he said, taking her hands in his, as she still held the perfume box. "You've all done a lot for me and I wanted to add a little joy to your season."

"Oh, Al, I don't know what to say. Thank you," she said, putting her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. All I could do was smile as she kissed his cheek. "You really shouldn't have, you know."

"It's no problem, really. I'm happy to do it."

"Well, the least we can do is make you stay for dinner," she chuckled.

Even though I didn't see Al until the following Saturday, it was still a great Christmas vacation.

To be continued! :)

I hope you enjoyed this first part. Look for more coming soon. Please drop me a line anytime! Hugs and Kisses!

Here are the "stand-alone" stories in the "Danielle" series of Adventures: Part 01: "Danielle's First Meeting" Part 02: "Danielle at the Office" Part 03: "Danielle and Daddy" Part 04: "Danielle Works A Saturday" Part 05: "Danielle at the Adult Bookstore" Part 06: "Danielle on the Train" Part 07: "Danielle at the Auto Repair Shop" Part 08: "Danielle and Her First Photo Shoot"

Look for them on this site! :) Enjoy!