Splinter's Father's Day Gifts
by tannim
July 03, 2016

	"Wait... she's going to kiss him!" All four turtles leaned toward the TV as their space cartoon kept their full attention.  Mikey looked from comic book to TV and back again, seeing how close it follows the original. "Dude, she didn't wait nearly this long in the comics!"

	Don glanced at the clock, then back. "Weren't we supposed to do something today?"

	"It's sunday, we're not supposed to do anything." Raph tossed a pillow. "Now hush."

	"I believe there was ONE thing you were supposed to do, my sons." Splinter walked past them to his room without stopping after saying it.

	All four watched him go.  The way he'd said it suggested that there was something important they were forgetting.  They heard the door shut with a click and KNEW they were missing something.

	The discussion lasted a few minutes before somebody thought to look at the calendar.  One day was circled with exclamation points.  All four looked at each other, then the door.  It was father's day.

	Michelangelo whispered. "We forgot it was Father's day... Did any of you get him anything?"

	"I... meant to, but there was that thing with the foot and ... and APRIL..."

	Leonardo sighed and stood up. "Lets just assume we all got busy and forgot.  We should at least wish him a happy Father's Day."

	The door opened at a Knock to see Splinter lying on his bed staring up at the ceiling.  He did not look around at his sons shuffling in around the bed.  They hesitated for a few seconds before Leonardo coughed.

	"Erm... uh... Sensei? We have come to wish you a happy Father's Day!"

	Splinter smiled despite the embarrassed agreement of  the others. "Thank you, Leonardo, Donatello, Raphael, and Michelangelo." Saying their names made them each feel more embarrassed.  He knew they'd forgotten everything. "I do not know what to say other than, may I have my presents?"

	"Presents?" Donatello looked around, anxiously. "Well, you see, Sensei..."

	"Is there a problem?"

	"No! No... uh, we don't, uh, have..."

	Splinter sat up and looked at each turtle in turn. "I see all four of my gifts right here around me.  Today is a day when a loving father gets loving attention from his children." The rat pulled Leonardo to the bed and leaned against him. "Perhaps a kiss on the cheek or a hug... or a more intimate show of affection."

	The three other turtles smirked at Splinter with his arms around Leo.  Their leader looked very uncertain about what he was doing and then very much wide eyed in surprise at their father kissing him over his lips, head tilted for better access.  He looked around frantically, then into his sensei's eyes.

	Splinter's gaze was locked on his for several seconds before he broke the kiss. "Would you all be my gift?"

	Michelangelo was on the bed, hugging him from behind. "You know it, Master Splinter!"

	Raphael and Donatello hung back for a few more seconds, mulling it over.  Seeing the kiss, it certainly looked like it was going to be fun.  With all of them together, nobody was going to be left out to razz about it later. They both climbed on about the same time, even speaking the same thing together.

	"Count me in."

	"I am very glad to hear that." Splinter tugged open his sash and let his robe fall open and guided Leonardo's hand to his chest. "Now, if you would be so kind I could use a massage."

	Leo's cheeks flushed brighter but he didn't pull away.  His father's heart was pounding fast when he pressed both hands over Splinter's pecs.  He wasn't touching anything special, but it was somehow very embarrassing to be touching him at all on his bed.

	Raph leaned forward, hoping for a kiss. "What would you like US to do, Sensei?"

	Splinter drew Raphael closer and gave him the kiss he had wanted, holding it longer than Leonardo's.  The rat's right hand slid down Raph's chest and belly shell to squeeze the teen's thighs.  He  slide his fingers down as far along them as he could reach without sitting up.

	"I want to feel each of you massaging me.  All over.  You may use whatever techniques you think will feel best and you may use whatever you like." Splinter caressed Leo's cheek when he noticed the blush, "You are embarrassed to be touching me, Leonardo?"

	"Um, no, Sensei.  It's just not really a gift.  We could give you a massage any time."

	Michelangelo had both hands running up and down his dad's sides and belly, already pressing his beak to the rat's neck in a kiss of his own. "I think it's a good gift.  Mmm... His fur is always so smooth and soft and smells really good.  Unlike Raph who REALLY needs to take a shower tonight."

	"Shut it, Mikey." Raphael pushed his own mouth right to his master's after seeing his brother initiate the kiss.  He felt Splinter's lips move against his and smiled into it.  Seeing his brother's hands, he pushed right up close until his shell trapped Michelangelo's hands between him and their father.  When he pulled away several seconds later he poked Leo's chest. "It is kind of a a good gift, Leo."

	Splinter took a long deep breath and lay back against Michelangelo. "Yes, a massage can be given any time, but so can love.  Love is given all the time, but it's still a wonderful gift." He ran his hand along his son's front shell and down to Leonardo's underwear. "especially certain types of love.  Since it is a day for fathers and I am a father, I want a more physical massage and more physical love than you would usually give as a gift."

	Leonardo squirmed at the hand squeezing his balls and cock inside.  He'd already been half erect just seeing his brothers kissing and groping their master.  Having his groin fondled had him swelling to full erection in seconds, which Splinter seemed happy with since he grabbed it through the fabric.

	"Oh, I see you DO have something for me, Leonardo.  Can you unwrap it for me?"

	Donatello swallowed hard and jumped off the bed. "How about I unwrap MY special gift to you first, Sensei?!"

	He didn't even wait fore a response before pulling his underwear down.  The brown fabric made a lovely contrast against his green legs and made his slightly lighter green balls and darker seven inch erection stand out very visibly when they flopped out.  Michelangelo and Raphael both hopped off and gave their own shows.

	Raphael's eight inch cock was the biggest with Mikey's cute six as clearly the smallest.  Both were thicker than Donny with Leo looking oddly shy about being last and about the same length as Donatello with Michelangelo's girth.  Splinter sat up for the show of each of them pulling their underwear down and he let his robe fall away to expose his own ten inch shaft.

	"You all look so beautiful, my sons.  Each of so so very different and yet, so similar.  Raphael, on your side here." Splinter gestured to the left side of his bed. "Leonardo, you on your side here opposite him.  Donatello, foot of my bed.  Michelangelo, where you just were, sitting on my pillow."

	It took but a moment for them to do as he said and they were all curious and excited about what he had in mind.  Splinter sat in the center of the bed, admiring each of his sons one at a time, reaching out and rubbing their muscular thighs, arms, and well toned midsections, before dropping his head and chest almost in a sitting bow to kiss each turtle's swollen throbbing glans.  He sniffed their individual musk as he did so and gathered his nerve to do what he really wanted after the last kiss.

	"And me, in the center, sucking you, Michelangelo, while Leonardo and Raphael kiss me around you." He pushed himself up onto all fours and burried his muzzle right down onto his most innocent son. "I love you all."

	"What about me, Sensei?" Donatello looked around the rat's very inviting ass, completely ignoring his dad's tail lift up and to the side.

	Balls, cock, and anus were completely ignored as he waited for a reply.  Splinter flicked his tail over his son's s shoulder and pulled the turtle against his butt with it.  Donny grabbed his hips but still did nothing.

	Their father pulled off long enough to say "Be creative", then pushed back down.  Donny rolled his eyes then laughed when he realized what all he had access to.  How could he have been so stupid?

	Michelangelo grinned. "I think he wants you to fuck him, dude."

	"Mikey!" That his brother was right didn't irritate him as much as not realizing it himself.

	Splinter's pulled a small bottle from under the pillow and tossed it back.  Donatello smeared it over his cock and more over their dad's ass, then entered as best he could.  Raphael watched him for a few seconds, shaking his head in annoyance, before joining his brother in kissing Splinter's muzzle.

	Raph wanted to be the one fucking his dad.  He was the biggest and, and nobody was touching their sensei's dick.  Raphael didn't bother with his annoyance at having to wait, he rolled onto his belly and scooted under their father until he felt the fat tip of Splinter's cock press against his pert buttocks.

	"Very clever, Raphael." Splinter spoke around Michelangelo's cock, but it was clear enough.

	He pressed his lips tight and lifted his head up and off so he could kiss Leonardo directly for a few seconds, then took Mikey's erection right back in and went back to bobbing his head up and down the teen's shaft.  Underneath him, Raphael's ass cheeks shifted back and forth until Splinter's own cock poked down into the crease and he felt the turtles hot sweaty crinkle against his glans.  The hole felt moist enough even without lubricant and opened up to take him in with just a few exploratory thrusts.

	Splinter's own ass spread open around Donatello's thin erection repeatedly but the turtle was going very slow and careful.  He wondered if his son would ever actually mount him and drive it in fast enough to feel much.  Donny had his whole rear almost to himself.  He need only do something with it.  Splinter realized he should do something with Leonardo, too.  The boy couldn't just kiss.

	Shifting his weight onto his left hand, Splinter caught Leo's cock in his hand and gave it a firm squeeze.  His son shoved forward into his grip at the first touch and treated his dad's hand like a nice tight hole.  Hand and hips moved together making Leonardo much more eager with his kisses.

	Underneath, Raph had his eyes closed to concentrate on the thick dick splitting his ass open.  He hadn't had much in him very often so far, at least nothing longer than a finger, and it was still a thrill and a challenge to take something big.  Splinter felt huge stretching him open and since he'd seen his dad's penis, he knew it was as big as it felt.  The turtle hoped he could take it all as more steadily sank into him in time to Donny's annoyingly slow pace.  He really wanted it to go faster, even if he wasn't ready.

	Raph tried kicking Donatello's knee, but the subtle hint was lost.  He couldn't just say go faster, either.  Splinter would probably bitch at him if he tried to hurry his brother.  He'd just have to make it happen and stop being passive.  A sudden push back brought a deep grunt from Splinter and a surprised hey from Don.

	Grinning, Raphael push back again and again, timing it so he met their sensei's hips on the way back each time.  It hurt a little with their dad's dick splitting his butt open faster, but it also forced his brother to go faster. There was no complaint from the rat between them, who was happy to match pace with his head bobbing up and down Michelangelo's groin.

	Sitting stationary on the pillow, Mikey had a great view of most of the action. "You guys look sooooo cute rocking like that.  Especially you, dad... Can you suck on my balls a bit? They feel lonely with Mr. Pokey getting all the attention."

	Donatello couldn't resist the sigh. "Well, he named all his toes.  I'm not surprised he named THAT, too." He was already annoyed at having to go faster than he wanted, even if it did feel a lot better.  What was the point of doing it if you weren't going to take your time and drag it out? Anybody could finish in just a minute or two. "Stop pushing so much, Raph! We are not in a hurry!"

	Splinter lifted his head up briefly before sucking his son's balls into his mouth. "You may not be, but we are, Donatello.  It feels better fast and we can always go more than once.  Since it is my day, I say go fast.  Now go fast!"

	"OH! Uh, yeah... sorry, Sensei. I'm just used to my own pace I guess."

	Mikey rubbed his dick while their dad sucked and licked over his balls.  Leonardo was really squirming into his master's hand while what little he could see of Raphael looked tense.  Donatello looked mildly annoyed at first but that faded to just slack mouth of pleasure and then a look of strain as he felt the need to go harder.

	Splinter's well honed body didn't jiggle with each slap from Donny's shell covered hips slapping his butt rapidly, but his ears did sway and his body rocked with the motion.  Michelangelo loved his dad's nose rapidly bumping against his cockroot in time to those thrusts and kept his hand matching their pace as best he could.  He could feel the tingle of bliss growing and wondered if he should ask for that sweet mouth back on his dick or leave it on his nice soft green balls.

	Raphael didn't even pay attention to his cock grinding into the sheet below him.  Splinter's penis had spread him open deep and that was the only thing he was thinking of anymore.  He loved feeling it slide in and fill him.  It pulsed and moved inside so much better than his finger or anything else had.  There was a feeling of heat lingering behind each time it withdrew and a deep intimate pressure each time it sank bank in.  His father bumped against a very nice feeling place most thrusts that had him feeling the occasional tickle of something traveling slowly out of his own erection.  He really needed to look into that.

	One after another the turtles gave into their pleasure with Splinter at the center of it all loving their bodies in and around him.  He felt Leonardo hug around him.  He felt Donatello grab his hips tightly.  He felt Michelangelo stroking his cheek and ears, and he felt Raphael under him and around him at the same time.  They were all closing in and he wanted to feel each of them cum for him.  He also wanted to feel each of them cumming over him.

	Splinter wasn't sure which he wanted to feel first until Michelangelo's legs spread wide and he thrust up hard enough to pop his balls out of his master's lips.  A thick load of semen sprayed over Splinter's long muzzle with another and another and six others like it following.  The rat let go of Leonardo's cock before he could finish too and sat up so Donatello had no choice but to pull out also before finishing.

	"My sons, I want to be greedy for my day." He smiled down at Leonardo while still thrusting into Raphael.  After a moment, he turned to pull Donatello around to the front with them.  With Mikey's semen still stuck to his muzzle and slowly dribbling down the side, he gave each of them one ligh squeeze to their balls. "Each of you will finish over my face first, just like your brother did, and then I want each of you to finish again inside of me."

	Raphael buried his face into the bed, happy to hear that as well as to feel their father still fucking him.  He'd let the others finish first.  Having Splinter filling him first was more than enough to make up for having to wait.

	Michelangelo hugged his sticky father when Splinter got back down onto all fours.  He lifted their dad's muzzle up and laughed while his brother's jerked off the last few seconds to both spray into his face like he had.  Splinter looked so happy with one eye closed and the other half open looking into the streams that it made them all feel happier.

	Mikey cupped his dad's balls. "Man, I love father's day! We are so giving you this gift next year... and, uh... how about next week? Or, you know, tomorrow? Two father's days in a row would be ok, wouldn't it?"
