Date: Sat, 19 Mar 2011 22:23:39 -0500 From: Karls Friend Subject: Daddy's Bath If you are under the legal age in your part of the world you should not be reading this. Go find a nice little vampire thriller or some such thing. The rest of this story is for legal readers. Okay...so let's get one thing out of the way quickly. While this is a true experience for me it should not be considered an activity to play with your young son or nephew. We've all seen the Dads that probably do play some games with their little ones. You know the hot Daddy down the block probably showing the little one how big it can get or the way it can bounce up and down without touching it. We've seen those Daddies. Some of us envy those Daddies while others of us envy the little boy that gets to play with that big toy Daddy had in his pants. Either way, pull those pants down. Get the paper towel ready. Scroll Down. I'm not exactly sure how old I was when this happened. The closest I can figure is about 8 or 9. Anyway, my Daddy loved to take hot baths at night after work. He would go into the bathroom, run the hot water and soak for an half an hour or so. We all knew the routine but one day I was out playing with my friends down the block and lost track of time. Before I realized it I had to go home. The one thing I hadn't counted on was having to pee when I got there. Unlike so many homes these days out home had one bathroom. When I got home Daddy was using it. He had just gone into the bathroom and I heard him shut off the water which meant he was in the tub already. I danced around for a while and finally realized I was going to have to interrupt his bath time. I knocked on the door and Daddy sort of grumbled a "what is it?" from the tub. I explained I really had to pee. He said, "Well, hurry up." When I got into the bathroom I was a little surprised to find Daddy didn't have any of the lights on. There was a street light outside the house so you could see okay but it was weird feeling. I hurried in and lifted the seat and let out the pee that was about to make me explode. As I started to feel like the pressure valve was off I started to look around. The bathroom seemed sort of exotic without the normal lights on. As I was looking around I saw Daddy laying there with his eyes closed and his weiner sort of floating in the water. It looked HUGE! I don't think I ever thought about what Daddy looked like naked. His belly stuck out a little but he was really muscular 'cause he worked at the train depot and did a lot of lifting and stuff. He had a hairy chest and some hair on his belly. He had a tattoo on his arm from when he was in the Air Force. It was a skull with a knife in its eye. In the dark he looked like a gangster in one of those movies. I guess I didn't realize how long I'd been staring until Daddy finally opened his eyes and asked, "Are you done yet?" It startled me and Daddy realized what I was looking at and quickly took a wash cloth and covered his penis. I could still see the shape of it through the was cloth. I wondered how come his could float. Mine didn't do that. But my tummy tingled a little and I could feel my pee pee start to tingle like it did when Timmy and I would play naked house. Timmy always wanted to play that game (but that's a different story). Daddy told me to "Scoot. I'm trying to relax." He just sort of chuckled to himself. From that point on all I could think about when I heard him go into the bathroom was him laying in the water and his weiner floating in the water. Finally, I decided I wanted to see it again. I knocked on the door but there was no answer. I told Mommy I had to pee and she said to me, "He probably fell asleep. Just go in there and be quiet. Daddy will flush the toilet when he gets out of the tub." I was so excited. If Daddy was asleep I could look at his weiner for a lot longer. I opened the door and was greated with the darkness that instantly made me think of something forbidden. I didn't want to make any noise so instead of standing and peeing I quietly pulled my pants down and sat on the toilet. I peed some but I didn't really go in there to pee. As my eyes adjusted to the light I could see Daddy's weiner. Only this time it was a lot bigger! It was hard. I just sat there and stared at it. Every once in a while it would bounce a little. As I sat there I watched as Daddy jumped a little and looked down at his weiner. He didn't realize I was sitting on the toilet behind him. He grabbed the bar of soap and started soaping up his chest and belly. Then he moved his soapy hand to his crotch. He started moving his hand along his thick shaft sort of stopping at the top and looking at the head of his enormous dick. I just sat and stared. The pace quickly picked up and soon he was pulling at his balls with one hand and working on his erection with the other. Suddenly he tensed up and white stuff came out of his weiner. I gasped and Daddy suddenly realized he had company. He turned his head and said in a mean voice, "What are you doing in here?" I didn't know what to do. I jumped down off the toilet and when I went to zip up my shorts I realized my weiner was hard. I said I was trying to pee without making any noise. All he said was, "Well don't tell your mother about this." I ran out of there as fast as I could. Later that night Daddy came into my room and I thought he was gonna yell at me. But he didn't. He just came to tell me he was sorry for yelling and that I shouldn't come into the bathroom without letting him know first. Before he left I asked him what happened? He looked puzzled. I said, "You know, when that stuff came out of your weiner." That's when he explained to me that daddies make sperm so that mommies can make babies. I asked him all the usual stuff but he just said, "We'll have that talk later." We actually had that talk just a couple of months later. But that's another story.