David Whenever my mom left me with her boyfriend David, he'd help me do things. I liked having somebody play with me. Mom never gets much of a chance anymore, not since she got her job after dad left. David always was nice to me, always listened to me when I talked, like he cared about what I said, not like grownups do, when they just look at you and listen to the other grownups. David played with me outside too. My dad never played catch with me, never came to my ball games, he never even asked whether we won or lost. David always asked, he even showed up at my games. Mom always said she was lucky to find a guy that liked kids, that it's hard these days. I just liked that he never yelled, he never got mad at my mom or at me. He always brought stuff over, he always was willing to play with me, just a little. David taught me how to wrestle. He showed me how to hit the ball in little league. He even helped me with a model. Nobody else ever took time to help me do things. They always just let me do it myself. David started spending more time over when Mom started having to stay late at work. Sometimes she wouldn't even get home before my bedtime. David would pick me up from the sitter and fix dinner. He even took me out, though he said I shouldn't tell Mom, she wouldn't want him to spend the money. She didn't say we couldn't go out, so I guess it was okay. I take my own baths. I started doing that all by myself when I was six. It's not like it's hard or anything. Soap, scrub, rinse it all off. When David offered to help, I thought he was just joking. He helps me do just about everything else. I laughed and told him I was big enough to do that on my own. He said he just thought if he helped, he could do my back, and we could talk. I never really worried about washing my back before, I guess it just kinda stayed dirty. I like it sometimes when Mom treats me like a little kid. Every once and a while, she'll let me sit on her lap, even though I'm too big, and put my head on her shoulder. She calls me her "Little Man" then, says I'm growing up too fast. I don't want to be a little kid again, but I could use a hug now and then. David helping me with my bath made me feel the same way. He just wanted to spend time with me. He held my hand as we walked into the bathroom. Then he helped me off with my shirt. Mom never undresses me anymore. She says I should be able to do that all by myself. I'm eight, and at eight Mom says you shouldn't need help. I didn't need David to help, but I liked it. He took my shirt off, laid it on the counter, and then got on his knees in front of me. David's neat: he'll get on the floor like a kid. My mom and dad always just kind of bend over. You can never look them in the face. David always gets down with you. Me and David were talking about baseball. He knows a lot about how to throw. I'm not very good at throwing. My arm always hurts. I was talking about how to throw, and showing David what I meant. I guess he didn't want to wait for me to finish showing him before I got undressed the rest of the way, so he reached over and undid my belt, and unsnapped my pants. When I take my pants off, I just kinda pull and the snap comes undone. David actually reached and grabbed both parts and pulled. Then he told me to go on showing him my throwing, he'd get me undressed. He took my pants off for me, and then pulled my underwear down. He did that kinda slow. I stepped out of my underwear, and David laughed and said we'd forgotten to start the bath, and we'd have to wait a minute or two. I went to sit down on the edge of the tub, but David pulled me over to him, and said the tub would be cold. He sat down on the floor Indian-style, and pulled me down to sit in his lap, and put his arm around me. That felt kinda nice, so I leaned over and put my head on his shoulder. He started rubbing my shoulder, and asking if it hurt. I said no, but the rubbing felt good. He said he'd rub both shoulders for me later if I wanted. The water was deep enough, so I got into the tub. I like being warm in a tub. Having someone to talk too just made it better. I told David to wash my back first. It musta been really dirty, since he took time to scrub it really well. When he'd done my back, more than once I think, he said something about his already being soaped up, why didn't he do my legs too. Mom didn't even wash me when I was six. She just watched, and told me where I'd missed. David did my legs by having me put on leg up on the side of the tub. It was kinda slippery, so David put one hand behind me to keep me from falling. I've stood up in the tub many times before, but I guess David just wanted to be careful. After David did both legs, he turned me around again so he could wash my bottom, where his hands had been while he was holding me. He was alot more careful than I am, and washed all of it. I asked him didn't it bother him, wouldn't he get his hands dirty, but he just laughed and said that's what the soap is for. I giggled at that, and David said since I seemed to be having fun, did I want him to wash all of me. He said he was already there, and his hands were already soapy, so it was no problem for him. I said that Mom says I'm to old for that. He said that he knows I CAN do it by myself, he just wondered if I WANTED him to. I liked having him hold me like he was, and liked the way that his big hands felt on my skin, all covered in soap. I asked if he was sure Mom wouldn't get mad. Mom can be funny that way. He said it was kinda like dinner out. She didn't say we couldn't, we both wanted to, and if we didn't say anything to her, she couldn't get mad. Besides, she told him to be sure that I got clean, and he was just doing his job. I laughed at that, and said sure. I raised my arms up so he could wash them, and he did each one all the way down and back. It tickled when he got to the place under my arm, but it felt kinda nice, so I told him to wash there again. He said sure, if you want me to wash something again, you just say so. He did my ribs, and tickled me a lot, then went and did my belly. He could cover my whole belly with just one hand. He reached around and held my bottom again as his hand went lower on my belly. He said he wanted to be sure I didn't slip, since he was covered with soap and I was all slippery. He asked if I knew to pull the skin back on my penis when I washed, and then he did it for me. I said sure, Mom always made sure I did that when I was little. He reached between my legs and washed my balls, using just one finger and going very slowly. He said it was an important part of my 'natomy and I should be sure that I keep it clean. I said then he should wash it again, and I'll be really clean. He pulled me closer and started over again with the skin on my penis. I always get bigger when I'm in the tub. I never asked mom about it. When I come in from swim class, I'm always really little, and cold, but when I come out of the tub, my penis is always bigger and kinda sticks out. I like it like that, but Mom always makes me put my pajamas on if she sees me like that. When David was washing me I could tell it was getting bigger, but he didn't seem to mind. His hands were nice and warm, on my penis and my bottom. I told him that I liked it when he did that. He said it was just to make sure that I was clean, and Mom would probably want me to wash it myself. I said if she didn't know he helped me with my bath, how could she know who washed me? My penis was really stiff, and kinda sticking up. David said he could see that I was having fun, but if we didn't get me out of the tub, I'd turn into a prune. He rinsed me off, and then picked me up and lifted me out of the tub and stood me up on the floor next to him. He wrapped me up like a mummy in the towel, and just squeezed me. He said he was just going to squeeze all the water out. I said that'd never work, so he unwrapped me, and started drying me himself. He didn't turn me around like Mom used to do, but just reached around me to dry my back and my bottom, pulling me closer so I was right next to him. I started to fall forward, so I put my hands on his shoulders. He laughed and said he knew I was slippery. He pulled me down and sat me in his lap again while he dried my feel and my legs, and then my belly. He then went and dried my penis and my balls, and then went back to my penis and pulled the skin back, and dried it again. He said it's better to make sure its dry as well as clean, else it itches. Mom never told me to worry about drying it. It felt good to have David dry me that way, real good. I like it when I get ready for bed and my penis is stiff. I put my hand in my pajamas and hold it like that when I go to sleep. I usually go to sleep fast when I do that. When David started to slid the skin back down again, I just closed my eyes and leaned back against him. He asked if I liked that, so I told him that I held it like that to go to sleep. He said that was okay, but Mom probably shouldn't see me do it, it was a guy thing. I liked being one of the guys with David. Mom always brings my pajamas to me when I'm in the tub, but David had stayed with me so they were still in my room. I said I'd hafta go get them when David said his program would be on soon, and did I want to watch it with him. Mom never lets me stay up late, so I said sure. David picked me up and put me over his shoulder, patted my bottom, and said if we didn't want to miss the beginning, we'd have to hurry. He carried me down to my room, grabbed my pajamas out from underneath my pillow with his other hand and then carried me back to the living room and turned on the TV. David say down in the big chair, and set me on his lap, with my pajamas still in his hand. He put my pajamas down on the arm of the chair. He pulled me up so I was against his arm, with my head on his shoulder. I just snuggled up against him real tight, and started to watch the program. It was a grown-up program, so I didn't understand most of it, but I liked the part where the doggy just stared. All the while, David was just patting my leg, starting at my knee and going all the way up inside, and kind of nuzzling my hair. All the while, my penis just kinda stayed stiff. I guess it liked having David stroke my leg too. During the first commercial, David looked down and said I looked kinda sleepy, did I want to put my pajamas on and go to bed, or just stay on his lap a little longer. I said I just wanted to stay on his lap. When David's hand came back up my leg again, he didn't go back down, but kinda included my penis in the way up, and then stayed there for a minute. He put his thumb behind, and just kinda stroked the bottom his one of his fingers. I told him to do that some more. He asked me if this is what I did when I got stiff before bed. I said yes, so he asked if I wanted to hold myself now, or if I wanted him to hold me. I liked what he was doing, so I put my hand over his and told him to hold me. We musta stayed there for a while, 'cuz next thing I knew the letters were going by on the screen, and David was telling me I needed to go to bed before we both got into trouble. I just kinda nodded, and grabbed my pajamas from the arm of the chair. David picked me up, and carried me back to my room, and lay me down on my bed. It was late now, and I was tired, so I just kinda laid there. David put my pajama bottoms on me, but when he got them pulled up, my penis was still sticking up, so David did the snaps around it, so that it stuck out. I thought that was funny, dressing everything on me but my penis. David pulled the covers on my bed down, and tucked my toes under, and then leaned up and kissed me on the forehead. I pulled his head down so I could kiss his forehead too. While I was doing that, David kissed my ribs, and then leaned up and kissed me on the lips like Mom does. David asked if I was ready to go to sleep, or if I wanted him to stay for a minute. I told him to lie down next to me until I went to sleep. He did, and put his hand back on my belly. We didn't have my pj top on, but I didn't care. It was nice to have David touching me. He slid his hand down, and wrapped it around my penis again. I smiled over at him. He asked if I wanted him to show me another way to get to sleep, other than just holding it. I said sure. He leaned over and kissed me on the lips again, and then leaned down and kissed me on the ribs. He then reached over and undid the snaps on my pajamas, and leaned down and kissed my belly, while he was just stroking my penis. Then he slid the skin down, and leaned down and kissed me there. I liked that, so I told him that it felt nice. Then he kissed my balls, and slid his tongue slowly up the bottom side of my penis. This felt really good, but not as good as what came next. David looked up at me, licked the head, and then slowly slid my penis all the way in his mouth, and just held it there, and then slowly slid it back out again. This felt a lot better than just holding it in my hands. David did it a couple of more times, sometimes going slow, sometimes going quick, and it started to feel real good. He had one hand on my belly, and another slowly running up and down my leg like he had in the big chair. I just lay there, enjoying it. Mom never tries to help me get to sleep. She just tucks me in, kisses me, and goes out. I liked David helping. After a couple more times in and out, it started to feel really good, like it does when I hold it when I'm not going to sleep. David just kept kissing me until I told him I was done, and then he leaned up and kissed me on the lips. I guess I fell asleep then, 'cause when I woke up in the morning, my pajamas were snapped, I had my pj top on, and David had already gone home to get ready for work. Mom says she may have to work some nights, and if it would be okay if I slept over at David's those nights. I said sure, I like being with David. I wonder if I sleep over with him, if he'll let me help him get to sleep? Mom said some nights: she didn't say she'd be on nights for a whole week. She says if she wants to keep her job at the plant, she has to work the hours they tell her. David wasn't too happy about it. If she's working nights and he's working days, the only time they get to see each other is at dinner. It's okay for me though: Mom and David said I could stay at his apartment for the whole week. Mom wanted David to stay at our house, but he said he couldn't: his computer and stuff are over at his place, and if he gets called from work he needs to be able to get to it. I think it's cool. David's apartment is kinda small, it's really just two rooms, and one of them is really little. The big one has his table and couch and desk and the kitchen, and the little one is just big enough for his bed and a dresser. The bed goes from wall to wall, so you kinda have to crawl up to the top of it. It's a big bed, and with the walls there you can't roll out. Mom said I'd be sleeping on the couch, but David thought it might be easier for me just to sleep in his bed, since I go to sleep earlier than he does and he works on his computer late. They said that Mom would pick me up from the sitter, take me over to David's and we'd have dinner there when David got home. Then Mom would go home to get ready for work. I thought if Mom worked nights I wouldn't have to go to the sitter, but I guess she has to sleep in the day now, and that wouldn't be easy with me in the house. David will get me to bed and get me up in the morning and back to the sitter, since Mom doesn't get off until after David has to get to work. Mom brought over a bunch of clothes for me, and David gave me a drawer in his dresser to put them in. He put my pajamas underneath one of his pillows. I checked under the other one: I guess he doesn't wear pajamas, or he keeps them somewhere else. Mom has to leave for work at nine. She wanted to get me ready for bed before she went, but David said he'd rather spend the time with her, and he could get me ready after she leaves. That means I get to stay up another half an hour, even more if me and David play after my bath. I could tell that Mom and David were mad at each other about something. I guess working different times kinda makes them mad, but I don't understand why they're mad at each other. Mom said that they don't get anytime alone this way. I guess that means without me. It's only a week: David told Mom she'd survive, and that just made her madder. I was kinda tired when Mom finally left for work. David said that I should be getting ready for bed, but I asked if I could just sit on his lap for a while, like we did the last time he stayed over at our house, and watch a little TV first. He said sure, but he looked at me a little funny when I took my shirt off. He said I didn't ' need to get undressed until I was ready to take my bath. I said I wanted to sit on his lap and have him pat me like he did last time. He said that was something that Mom wouldn't approve of. I said she was at work, and if she came back we could say I was getting undressed for my bath. David said I was devious. I wonder what devious meant. I skinned out of my shorts and my underwear. My penis was already stiff the way it gets sometimes. I crawled up into David's lap, and put his hand on it. He put his other arm around me and said that I didn't ever have to do anything like this with him if I didn't want to. I said I always wanted to, I liked it a lot when he touched me there. I liked it even more when he kissed me there when I was going to sleep. He said he'd do that for me later if I wanted to. I asked if he'd wash me like he did last time, and he said he'd do that anytime I wanted, so long as I didn't tell Mom about it. I told him that I'd already told Mom about last time. He looked kinda scared all of a sudden, and asked just what I'd said to her. She had said that I looked really clean, and that was an improvement. I told her that it was because he had helped. She asked what kind of help, and I said that he washed my back for me, and made sure that I scrubbed everything else. She told me that I was too old to need help, but I just said that I couldn't really reach my back, so I'd asked him to help me. She said that was okay, as long as he didn't mind. I just told her we were talking about baseball when I was getting ready, so we had just kept talking when I got into the tub. David laughed when I told him that, and said that was a good way to put it. I said I didn't want her to know about the rest of the help. If she didn't like it when I did it, I didn't think she'd like it if he did it for me. David said I was probably right, and that he'd help so long as I wanted and didn't tell Mom on him. I asked if he'd help me right then. David said he'd help me as many times as I'd like, and told me to lie down on the sofa. He sat down on the floor next to me, and leaned over and kissed me as he played with my penis. I kissed him back, and then he slowly ran his tongue all the way down my belly to my penis. I asked if he wanted to wash it first, wasn't it dirty? He said that there was nothing that came out of there that he had to worry about. I guess he doesn't care if I pee through it. David sucked on it like he did last time, but this time he kept playing with my balls, and sliding his finger around underneath me, playing with my butt and then running his fingers all the way down my legs. I guess it didn't matter if I was going to get dirty, since I was going to take a bath anyway. He also took my penis out of his mouth and sucked on my balls too. That felt really neat and warm, and I could tell that my balls got loose, not like they are usually, tight up against my skin. He kissed me all the way around them, and then went back to sucking on my penis until I was finished. He could tell when I was done, cause he went from sucking on my penis to just licking my balls for me. I guess he could feel it when it shook like it does when I do it by myself. He sat down on the couch, so I turned around so I could put my head on his lap. It was different then: he had a really big lump in his pants. He kinda froze when I touched it, and just sat there not breathing when I ran my hand up and down it. I leaned over and kissed it through his jeans, and asked him if it was his penis. He said yes, and I said it was really stiff. He said it gets that way whenever he does stuff like he did with me. I asked him if he wanted me to suck him like he sucked me. He said that would make Mom really mad. I said Mom was at work, but he said that was something we shouldn't do, so I just put my head back down next to it, so I could feel the end of it through my cheek, and started rubbing it through his pants. We lay there for a while. I guess I must have fallen asleep for a while. When I woke up David had moved me over so I was sitting next to him, under his arm. He had one hand wrapped around my penis and my balls, with a finger playing with my butthole, and the other was holding his penis outside of his pants. He was huge! I figured if he'd waited until I got to sleep he didn't want me to see him play with himself, so I just stayed where I was with my eyes kinda closed, watching his hand go up and down on his penis. All of a sudden he tensed up and grabbed me tighter. If I'd been asleep I would have woken up anyway, so I looked up to see what had startled him. He had his eyes closed and his head up, so he couldn't see that I was awake, so I looked back down at his penis. The head of it was all red, and he was holding it real tight. It looked like it hurt, but he didn't stop. He was holding my penis kinda tight too, and I liked it when he did it, so I guess it felt good. His finger that had been playing with my butthole was doing more than that now, like he was trying to get it in me. That didn't feel too good, but I didn't want to stop him now. I get all tense right before I finish, so I guess that's what he was about to do. Did he ever finish! All of a sudden he was grasping for breath, and white stuff was shooting out of his penis. It got on his shirt, on my face, and all over his hand. I looked up at him and smiled, and reached over and grabbed his penis my self. It was really hard, and hot and stiff. It was also slippery, like mine gets when I wash it. He kinda gave a low growl when I touched him, which made me giggle. He still had a finger in my butt, and his hand wrapped around my penis and balls. I could tell that I was really stiff again. He laughed when I said I could have done that for him. He played with mine for me, so it was only fair that I play with his for him. I asked him how he got so big. He said he just grew, and I shouldn't worry about it, I'd grow too. I just sat there for a minute playing with his penis as it got softer, and asked him what the white stuff was when he finished. He said it was 'cum,' that it was the stuff that would make a girl pregnant. I asked if it could make me pregnant, and he just laughed and said boys couldn't get pregnant. When he was all the way soft I let go, and said that I should have my bath now. He said I looked like I needed one, and wiped his cum off my face. He ran his finger along my lips as he did, so I liked the cum off it. It was salty, kinda like peanuts are, but didn't taste much like anything else. He took his finger away from my butthole and my penis, and said it looked like I could go for another round. I told him after my bath I'd like it if he kissed it for me when I went to sleep. He said sure. I like David: he always plays with me when I ask him too. It was really late, almost ten when David put me in the tub, so he just washed me really quick. He took extra time when he got to my bottom though. I said it was kinda funny that he put his finger in me like that. He asked if I liked it, and I said yes, a little, but it kinda hurt too. He said he was sorry, and laughed and asked me if I wanted him to kiss it and make it feel better. Just to be funny, I said yes, and said he would once I got out of the tub. I said he'd better clean it really good if he was going to do that. He scrubbed it all over again, and played around my hole with his finger. He was really soapy this time, which felt neat, so I held his hand when he hand his finger at my butthole again. I told him to try to put it in now. This time it felt really neat, and I could feel his finger slide in and out. I said if he wanted to play with my bottom, we should do it in the tub and it wouldn't hurt. He said he'd remember that. He got me out of the tub and dried off. I was starting to fall asleep, so I just stood next to him and let him do all the work. He picked me up, and carried me into his bedroom, and lay me all the way up with my head on his pillow. He lay down next to me, put his hand back around my penis, and asked me if I really wanted him to kiss it and make it feel better. I said sure. I thought he was still joking, but he slid down and put his head between my legs. He lifted my legs up, and kissed me right there. That felt really neat. He just lay there and licked my butt and my balls for a while. I woke up in the morning before David did. I guess I fell asleep while he was kissing me. I was still sleeping on his side of the bed, still naked like I was when I got out of the tub. He was sleeping behind me, with his penis pressed up against my bottom and his hand tucked around mine again. I figured if he could play with mine while I was asleep, I could play with his, so I rolled over to get a good look at it. He was stiff and hot again, and was as long as my hand was. I slid down so I could see how big around he was, and smelled his penis. It was a funny smell, kinda like his cum was a funny taste. Since he wouldn't let me kiss him there the night before, I figured I kiss him now. I slid my tongue along the top of his penis, and slid the skin the rest of the way back with my hand. He let out that low groan he had the night before, and slid his hand down to the top of my head. I just put his penis in my mouth then, and started to go up and down like he'd done to me. I played with his balls with one of my hands (they were really big too, and loose and hairy), but there was no way I was going to touch his butt. He started pushing up against my face when I went down, and he was going faster and faster, so I tried to speed up too. All of a sudden he said my name out load, and pressed my head down around his penis. I figured he was about to finish, and I didn't want him to have to clean up again. He started to cum again, and there was as much this time as before. I tried to swallow it, but a lot of it just leaked out around my lips, onto his penis and his balls. After he stopped cuming, I leaned down to lick up the rest of it off him. He said my mother didn't even do that, so I giggled and said I'd do it for her. He said that was something she really didn't need to know. He pulled me up to him, kissed me on the lips, licked some of his cum off my face, and said if we were to do stuff like that Mom had really better not know, or we'd both be in big trouble. I said I wouldn't tell if he didn't. He said I didn't have to worry about that, but that we'd better be careful that we know Mom isn't going to be around. I said we could do it anytime we knew she was at work. He wouldn't let me help him with his shower. He said if I did, he'd never get to work that day. He did kiss me again until I finished, right before we left to take me to the sitter, with my underwear pulled down and me leaning against the door. He turned me around and kissed my butt, and said if I was good, he kiss me there again tonight, and let me suck him off in front of the tv. I said it was a deal if he'd take a bath with me tonight, rather than just washing me. I want to be able to wash him. I guess if I knew he was clean, I'd be willing to kiss him anywhere too.