Life After College

First, I wanna say thank you to redfox9t for your wonderful review. You have no idea how much I appreciate it. It\'s motivated me more to contine writing this story. As I\'ve said before, lots more to come. And redfox9t, this chapter is dedicated to you and any others who like the story. Thanks again.

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P.S. story is mine. no taking. Oh, and for chapter 7, I started out saying that Damon slept in a crib, then he ended up sleeping in a bed. During the writing, I couldn\'t figure out what age I was going to make him, so I settled on 3 and forgot to change the whole crib thing.


Chapter 8

Dicky was downstairs in the kitchen putting the coffee on, when he heard a swift patter of little feet. He turned and saw Damon giggling and running towards him, wet and naked. “What in the world.” He smiled.

“Daddy!” Dicky scooped him up and looked at the happy child.

“Damon, what’s going on man? I thought I was the only one who liked to walk around the house naked.”

“One day and he’s taking after you already.” I said as I walked in, looking half wet, and tired. That little boy has a lot of energy.

“That’s my boy.” Dicky bounced him in his arms. Damon giggled.

I rolled my eyes. “I just finished giving him a bath, and he apparently liked being naked and took off out the bathroom.” I unfolded the green towel I hand in my hands and opened it up. “Come on Damon. Let’s dry you off.” Damon moved his hands from around Dicky’s neck and reached out to me. I grabbed him and wrapped him in the towel.

“Mama, I hungry.” Damon whimpered to me.

“Well, what do you want for breakfast, darling?” I asked.

“French fries.”

Dicky laughed. “How about something a bit less greasy; especially this early in the morning. How about I fix pancakes and sausages?”

“Okay.”

“Annnnnd. What about fruit and orange juice? You want some of that too?” Damon nodded. “Alright. I’ll have it all ready for you by the time you come back downstairs.” Then he looked at me. “And I’ll have your coffee ready by then too.” He smiled then smacked my ass as I walked off with Damon in my arms.

I was surprised at how well Damon took to Dicky and I. When we chose to adopt him, I expected alittle of aloofness at the beginning when getting used to us. I never thought he would draw to us that quickly.

With the months that followed, I realized Damon was going to be a very delicate young man. He wasn’t a big crier, only if he wanted something, did he really cry. Most of the time, he’d be under one of us sucking his thumb. He was very big on cuddling. He hardly ever liked to sit in a chair if we were having dinner at home or in restaurants. We’d start him out in a booster seat, but then he’d get fussy and whine that he wanted to sit with me or Dicky. So by the end of dinner, one of us had a numb leg. It was trying at times; Damon wanting so much attention, but I loved every minute of it. I wouldn’t have traded it for the world. And I knew Dicky felt the same way. Without him knowing, I’d watch them having their little father-son moments. For instance, Dicky was outside in the driveway washing his very big two-week old black Ford F150 truck. The heat was scorching outside, and he was soaking wet from splashing the wet suds on his truck; I half thought he was probably getting himself wet on purpose just to cool off. He was bent over washing the side, when Damon walked out dressed in his khaki shorts and white t-shirt. There was a white towel laying on the driveway next to the soap and Damon picked it up and wiped Dicky’s sweaty forehead, not very well, but nonetheless... Dicky kissed his forehead and the boy giggled. “What are you doing out here?”

Damon kept batting his face. “Hot.”

“Yes, it’s hot. I wanna hurry up and finish washing this car before I burn up. Wanna help me?” Damon nodded. Dicky squatted behind Damon, and with his help, the boy sprayed water over the tires.

Another instance would be when Dicky’s friend from work invited him to come see his son play a soccer match at his high school. He agreed to go and decided to take Damon with him and get ice-cream afterwards. He came back and told me how enthralled our son was at the game. He never wiggled or squirmed in his lap the entire game. I was so proud of Dicky. He was really turning out to be the father I knew he could be.

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Dicky and I were laying in bed one night watching tv, when we all of a sudden............ started to make love. It wasn’t the same as what we had done before. It didn’t feel hard, or frantic, and I didn’t see stars, but it was something else. It was more slower, deeper, diligent, and we cared more about focusing our affections on each other’s bodies. Dicky rolled his hips into me with a slow unhurried pace like he had no care in the world. His strokes were long and slow, and they were driving me mad with want. I tightened my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, and closed my eyes as I enjoyed the experience.

Now, I loved Dicky and visa versa, but I believe we both felt more love that night than we had from any previous night. We changed into several different sex positions and our moans were smoother, more in tune, and less chaotic.

I was on top of him undulating my hips into his pelvis. We were both nearing orgasm and our panting started getting louder, but it all died down when we heard the door crack open. “Shit!” I whispered as I removed myself from his unsatisfied erection and we covered ourselves with the white sheets.

Damon walked in rubbing his eyes with one hand and sucking his thumb with the other. He had this desolate look on his face and I began to wonder what was wrong. “Damon honey, what’s the matter?” I asked as he stood near the edge of the bed and leaned his head on the mattress looking up at us.

He started sobbing. “Me no feel good.” That’s when he started crying.

I started to get out of bed, but I realized I had on no underwear. “Where are my briefs?” I asked Dicky.

“We didn’t put any underwear on, remember? We got out the shower and crawled into bed.” He whispered back.

I sighed and reached for Dicky’s black silk robe that was in a chair near me and slipped it on. Then, I picked up my son and toted him downstairs to the kitchen to get him some medicine. I set him on the kitchen island and gave him some children’s medicine I found in the cabinet. When I put the medicine back, Damon tried to wipe his tears away and said rather pitifully, “Me no feel good Mama. Me no feel good.” You could barely understand him as it was, add on his convulsive gasps, and then you’d just have to take a chance at understanding.

I picked him up and rubbed his back as he laid on me. “I know you don’t, baby. I know. I know.”

Dicky came downstairs in his black silk pajama pants that went with the robe I was wearing. “Is he okay?” He rubbed Damon’s head gently.

“Yeah. He’s just running a fever. Nothing too bad that I can’t handle.”

We took Damon back to our room and laid him in bed between us. The poor thing was asleep in less than half a minute. He was sick for a week, before he finally got better.

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During the weekday, Dicky or myself would drop Damon off at Jessica’s house. I told her if she was too busy to watch him, then we could try something else. But she said she’d love to. “I’ve got nothing else I need to do.” She said to me. It wasn’t a permanent arrangement, just until we could find a suitable daycare. I wasn’t going to drop my son off to just anybody.

The times I’d go and pick him up, I’d see him and Sofia, who was now seven, playing games, laughing at something the other did, or watching cartoons. It was really something to see Damon latching to Sofia like that, since he wasn’t too close to Jessica. He’d stay at her house, but he would act very distant and quiet all that day until Sofia came home from elementary school.

Friday afternoon came around and I went over to Jessica’s to pick up Damon. I grabbed him, then he started babbling something along the lines of, “Sofie come too, Mama.”

“Damon, Sofia and her mother may already have something they need to do.”

“No, actually we don’t.” Jessica said smiling. The poor gal looked like she was beat. I guess those two together will make anybody crazy.

“Are you sure you don’t mind?” I asked her.

“Absolutely not. Sofia, go get some toys for you and Damon to play with. I’ll pack your clothes.” Like a flash of lightening, Sofia dashed up the stairs to pack.

“Sofie coming, Mama?” Damon asked me.

“Yes, darling.” I sighed. I looked at Jessica, she was chuckling. “What’s so funny?”

“He calls you Mama?”

I smiled. “Yeah. Dicky taught him to call him Daddy, so he figured if he was Daddy, then I was Mama.”

“How cute.”

“Cute? Right. You try having Sofia call you Daddy in public.”

“Oh, don’t be like that, Drew. Be glad he’s even speaking to you now. Because once he gets older, he’ll stop. Then, that’s when you get blamed for everything bad that happens to him and when he starts demanding for privacy. Trust me. Sofia is only seven and she’s already started.” We both laughed. Damon didn’t know what we were talking about, so he laughed too.

When I walked back across the yard to my house and walked inside, Damon said, “I hungry.”

“Me too.” Sofia said as she dropped her bags near the wall.

I smiled. “Good. Because I brought home pizza.”

“Yay!” Sofia said and took off towards the kitchen.

“Yay!” Damon imitated and ran too. His run was a bit slower than hers, but it was cute to watch him running on his tippytoes.

“Come on, Damon!” I heard Sofia yell from the kitchen.

“I comin’!”

I just shook my head. “You two wash your hands!” I yelled, falling in with their loud conversation.

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Dicky walked through the door about an hour and a half later. He sighed tiredly as he tossed his changing bag against the wall. He saw it hit against another bag and he cocked an eyebrow. Then, he heard frantic child laughter; two different ones. “What is going on in here?” He said to himself. That’s when Sofia cut across the livingroom laughing hysterically, followed by Damon who was doing the same, then me. I was walking after them with an old Halloween mask of a werewolf on making monster noises.

I had the kids cornered in a wall and started walking closer to them growling. Damon was holding on to Sofia for dear life. They both were screaming and laughing at the same time. Then, they started pointing over my shoulder and saying, “Oooohhhh. You’re going to get it.” I take that back. That’s what Sofia said. Damon said, “Oooohhh. You get it.” That’s when I felt someone come up behind me and pick me up by my waist.

“AH!!” I screamed -like a girl.

Like a child holding a doll, Dicky lifted me up around his shoulders. “Has this thing been bothering you two?”

“Yes!” The kids yelled.

“Well, I think it’s time we teach it a lesson. How about it? You guys wanna help me?”

“Yeah!”

Dicky dropped me on the floor and sat on my legs. Then, Sofia dived on me followed by her shadow, Damon. They all started tickling me. After ten minutes of nonstop torture, I gave in. “Okay! Okay! I give up! Let me up!” I pulled the mask off my face and took a breath of air.

Damon crawled on top of me and looked down at my face with this cute little smile. “Play again, Mama.”

I chuckled. “Not now, darling. Mama’s tired.”

Dicky stood up. “And Daddy’s hungry. What are we eating?”

I stood and followed him into the kitchen. “Pizza. Well, there was pizza. Me and the kids ate most of it up. I think there’s still two left though.”

Dicky smiled. “Gee, thanks. Glad to see you still think enough of me, to leave me two slices of pizza.”

“You’re welcome. So, what took so long at work today. You’re normally thirty minutes getting home after me.”

He shrugged as he bit into his pizza. “Paperwork. It can be a bitch sometimes.”

“I can imagine.” I hopped on the counter with my legs open. “Come here.” Dicky walked up between my legs and turned with his back facing me. I started to massage his shoulders. I felt a few tense spots and tried to work on them. I heard him hiss.

“Ahhhhhhhh.........” He moaned.

“You are so tense.” I whispered.

“Um hum. And I am in dire need of a vacation.”

I stopped massaging him and wrapped my arms around his shoulders from behind. “Poor baby. How about you go upstairs and take a long bath while I put the kids to bed. Then, I’ll come in and finish the massage for you.”

Dicky leaned his head back on my shoulder and sighed. “Sounds good to me.” I smiled, kissed him on his neck, and let him go. When Dicky left for upstairs, I realized just how quiet the house was. Not very good if you have two children under ten in your house. I walked in the den where they were watching Captain Planet or something, and saw them both stretched out on the floor asleep. Sofia was on her side curled into a ball and Damon was next to her on his stomach, sucking that thumb of his. I took Damon first upstairs and changed him into his Power Ranger pajamas and put him in bed. Then I carried Sofia into the same room and helped her get her nightclothes on. She crawled in the bed next to Damon’s. I kissed them both as I left and turned on the nightlight. The nightlight looked almost like a disco ball. That’s what I told Dicky, but when he bought it, the box said it would show the solar system......and it did. It seemed like every star in the sky was reflecting on Damon’s walls.

I walked into the bedroom to find Dicky laying on his stomach and staring at me with these half lidded eyes. A bottle of massage oil was by his side. I couldn’t tell if he looked like that because he was tired or he was horny, but if it was any consolation, it made ME feel a bit ruttish. “Ready and waiting, I see.” I started to strip down to my briefs and crawl on the bed. “Turn over.” Dicky rolled on to his back and I straddled his legs. His dark blue silk boxers were tented and I smiled seductively. “Looks like I’m going to have to give all your body parts a massage tonight.”

“I think so.” Dicky laughed.

I grabbed the oil and poured it down the middle of his muscular chest. He shivered a little from the coolness, but bit his lip to stifle a moan. I first spread out the oil all over his chest, then began massaging his shoulders. He closed his eyes and sighed softly as he started rubbing his hands up and down my thighs. I moved down to his abs and massaged along the top and sides. “Aaaahhhh.....feels so good.” Just watching him writhe and moan like that under me was turning me on.

I leaned down to his ear. “You have no idea how much I wanna jump your bones ‘til sunrise. I haven’t had a good orgasm in a while.”

Dicky smiled as he ran his hands up my bare back then rested them on my backside. “I have an inkling.” I reached in his boxers and pulled out his fully hard erection, while Dicky pulled down my briefs a bit and plucked mine out.

He squeezed me gently and I moaned. “I want you so bad.” Dicky rolled me over quickly to my back, then kneeled above my head. Leaning down, he took my erection into his mouth and I took his. I thought I was going to go crazy when I felt the back of Dicky’s mouth as he deep throated me. “UH!!” I moaned with a mouth full dick. I reached up and pushed his boxers all the way down his legs, then grabbed him by the thighs and pressed him further into my mouth.........then swallowed.

“AH!!” Dicky groaned. He started to pump his hips into me. “Aaaahhh.....” I liked the fact that he was getting off with my mouth, but lets not forget me now. I lifted my hips towards his face. “Sorry.” He whispered. I would’ve laughed, but I was too busy. Dicky turned his attentions back on to my throbbing erection and started to suck hard and fast. I gave a deep, throaty moan and pushed into his mouth. Just looking at us, one would think we were moving in some type of wave formation; one was pumping in, while the other was pumping out.

Pretty soon our speed increased and my body started to get warm. I started bucking and I knew I was going to orgasm. But just as I was about to, Dicky squeezed my base. “Please!” I found myself yelling. Dicky smiled then moved off me. “Why’d you stop?” I asked as I tried to get myself under control again.

“Because this isn’t all I want to do with you.” He answered with this smug grin on his face.

I laid back on the bed and pushed my briefs off slowly. “Well, get to it then.” Dicky placed some lubricant on his two large fingers and stuck them in one by one. By the time he put the second one in, he curved his fingers up and rubbed repeatedly against my prostate. He saw me arch my back and gasp, so he covered my mouth before I screamed in absolute ecstacy and woke up the entire neighborhood. He kept his hand there as he tortured my pleasure spot, with quick tickles. It was so overwhelming, I was starting to tear up. My erection was standing straight up again and I was going to explode. But once again, Dicky pulled out and grabbed me by the base. I grunted under his hand in frustration and glared at him. He just smiled and lubricated his member.

“You ready for the finale?” I nodded anxiously. Dicky climbed on top of me again and I spread my legs as wide open as I could get them. I was so horny by then, if I didn’t get fucked that night, we were going to get a divorce. Dicky lifted one leg over his shoulder and leaned in close to my face. He looked dead into my eyes and watched my expression as he slammed into me. He covered my mouth again with his hand. I was screaming like nobody’s business. Now, after it was over, I hoped that no one heard me. But at that moment, I didn’t give a shit. “Ah! Ah! Ah! Aaaaaahhhhh!!!!!” I could hear Dicky panting erratically as he tried to kiss my neck and jaw. You could hear the smacking of skin on skin as the pleasure intensified between us. He hit my spot again and I bucked under him. “Ugh!” I started to bring my hips up and grind into his.

We stayed like that for about an hour before I finally came to an orgasm. Dicky removed his hand from my mouth and placed them both on my hips. He was sweating quite a bit now. His hips moving like a freight train. He laid his head back and started to make this “Ugh!” noise, which was followed by a hiss sound, whenever he tried to catch his breath in-between. Two hard slams and he came. He laid his head down on my chest and we both tried to calm our breathing.

I chuckled. “We haven’t fucked like that in a long time. Yeah, you definitely need a vacation.” Dicky laughed too.

TBC........... R&R.