Date: Tue, 28 Mar 2006 15:32:16 EST
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Sharing the Bathtub with Daddy

		      SHARING THE BATHTUB WITH DADDY
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     "Oh, my God!" was my mother's words when I walked through the
door. "What on Earth happened to you? Did you fall into a mud puddle?"
     "No." I said proudly. "Daddy and me had a mud fight." I was
practically coated in mud, the thick, greasy kind that you get in the
South.
     "A mud fight?" Mom would have gone on, but that was when Daddy walked
in the door after me. "A mud fight?" she said again, but this time it
wasn't really a question, if you know what I mean, it was sort of surprised
and sort of angry, and not at all nice.
     Daddy grinned sheepishly through the thick plaster of mud on his
face. "We got to goofing around throwing the ball, and it kept going in the
mud, so after a while, we sort of ended up throwing mud at each other
instead the ball, is all. Made a sort of contest out of it."
     "And I won!" I proclaimed. "And Daddy lost!" And he had, too, honest!
I could throw anything and hit dead on right where I wanted to.
     "Looks like you both lost!" Mom said with that all-fed-up tone in her
voice. "I swear, I don't have one child, I have two!"
     "We were just having some fun." Daddy said, and now he was
defensive. "It's only mud, it'll wash off."
     "Which one of you is going to take the cold bath to wash it off?" Mom
asked. A good question, considering the hot water heater we had. Honest, it
was really time for Daddy to buy a new one, but it cost money we just
didn't have. Daddy pointed out the heater still got the water good and
warm, and that was enough for most things. This was okay, only you had to
run the entire hot water heater empty in order to fill the bathtub (we
didn't have a shower). We had a hot-water schedule worked out among the
three of us; I would take my bath in the morning before going to school and
then use a washrag to get the dirt from me I got from playing and such. Mom
got her bath during the middle of the day (the heater took some four or
five hours to reheat after we emptied it like that), and then she had time
to wash the dishes and such with some of the hot water in the afternoon,
and it would still be all warm again about the time Daddy got home from
work, when Daddy would take his bath. If I got filthy, Daddy would postpone
his bath until nearly bedtime and deal with luke-warm water. But with both
of us dripping dirt and mud, our schedule was broken down.
     "I can stay dirty until morning." I offered generously (well, not
quite, I had the usual little boy's aversion to soap and water).
     "No, you can't!" Mom pronounced.
     "Guess you can take a bath now," Daddy said, "and I'll take mine just
before bedtime."
     "You're not going to sit around the house all filthy on me, any more
than Todd is!" Mom exclaimed.
     "Well...I could go outside and use the garden hose." Daddy said.
     "Good idea, both of you." Mom said. "And then after you get most of it
off you, both of you can get in the tub and get that filth out of your
hair."
     "Both of us?" Daddy said. "Take a bath with cold water?"
     "Share the bath!" I realized. "Sure, that'll be fun!"
     "Both of us?" Daddy said. "Now, Madeline...."
     "It won't kill you." Mom declared firmly. "And if you want to bathe
alone, you can either buy us a new hot water heater or remember to stay
clean while roughhousing with Todd."
     "Well...I guess so."
     "Now hurry up, dinner will be ready in another hour." Daddy had come
home early from work that day, which was why he had spent time with me
after school. It had rained him out, he said, which was also why we had
ended up with the mud to have a fight with.
     I grabbed Daddy's hand and led him out to the garden hose in the
yard. It had a pistol-like sprayer on it, and I grabbed it up and began to
spray Daddy before he could offer to do me. Daddy just held his brawny arms
out and let me play the water over him. His beefy hands scrubbed at his
scalp and face while I played the water on his hair, and after a while, he
didn't look dirty, just really wet.
     "Now it's your turn." Daddy said.
     "Yeah!" I was ready and willing. I had a heck of a lot of fun, dodging
and dancing in the spray. Daddy didn't lecture me about standing still and
letting him get me washed off good, like Mom would have, he just laughed
and egged me on. You can see why Daddy is like having a great big, bestest
friend ever!
     After a time, he said, "Okay, sport, let's go get in that bathtub and
make your Mom happy."
     I was willing enough, the water was kind of cold, I guess Daddy was
shivering quite a bit, too, now I think about it. The time for playing with
water was really over until next summer, I remember thinking as we went
back into the house.
     Mom stopped us at the front porch with bath towels ready. We had one
of those big, closed-in front porches like you have in the South, the wire
mesh was good for stopping mosquitos from getting in the house, but still
letting you keep the door wide open. It also gave some modesty for what Mom
wanted, which was to strip out of those wet clothes right here and march
into that tub!
     "Jesus, Madeline, the neighbors will see my naked bohunkus!" Daddy
said defensively.
     "They aren't looking this way." Mom said. "And you can't see much
through the net as long as the porch light is out." Well, she was right
about that. I got out of my clothes in a flash, I was used to doing this
for Mom after a day of playing hard and getting dirty (the washer and dryer
were on the front porch anyway.) Mom really tried to keep our house
spotlessly clean, but Dad and me kept mucking it up, like she said to the
neighbors now and then. So I stripped naked, wrapped the wet towel around
me and headed to the bathtub. I turned on the hot-only faucet and watched
the water fill. I wondered if Daddy would let me use any Mr. Bubbles in the
bath. I liked playing with bubbles. The water was nice and warm, I decided
when I stuck my finger under the tap into the stream, it ought to be good
for a nice, full bath. Sometimes Mom used more hot water than others, and a
fellow could end up with a cold bath if he wasn't careful. I sat on the
edge of the tub, putting my hand under it regularly, ready to shut it off
if the water got cold on me.
     Then Daddy walked in the bathroom, only a towel around his slim waist,
and I forgot all about both water temperature and Mr. Bubbles. Daddy works
on jobs in building houses and such, he carries lumber and mixes concrete
and does all that other stuff. He used his muscles all day long, and they
showed it now, one of the rare times I'd seen him without that battered,
red-plaid shirt he usually wore. All he had on now was a dark-blue bath
towel which flared out at the bottom with a wedge showing up the middle of
his front, it was a bit too far to one side to show me anything, but I saw
he was completely naked under the towel.
     "How's the water, Son?" He asked me, my hand still under the water,
forgotten.
     "Uh? Oh, it's good, Daddy." I said. "We can run a nice full tub of
water to take a bath."
     "You want to take yours first and then let me in?" Daddy offered
kindly.
     "Oh, no!" I said quickly. "You and me will share it!"
     "It'll be kind of crowded." Daddy pointed out.
     "That's okay." I giggled. "It'll be fun. And I can see your naked
bohunkus." I quoted him from the porch.
     Daddy had to laugh at that. "I guess you will." He said. "You think
you're ready to take a look at your old man?"
     "Uh-huh." I couldn't keep the eagerness out of my voice.
     I guess Daddy understood my curiosity. "Well, you got to remember I'm
bigger than you in a lot of ways, not just taller." He pointed out. "You've
still got a lot of growing to do, and not just upwards."
     "Uh-huh." Now my tone was completely serious.
     "How's the water temperature?" He asked me. I stuck my hand under the
water. "It's getting cold." I said. Not surprising, the tub was about half
full, that's all the water heater held at one time.
     "Then time for you to get in the tub." he said to me.
     "You're getting in, too, aren't you?" I asked.
     "Yeah, Son." He said gently. "I'll get in right after you."
     I flung the towel off and over the toilet seat and I got quickly into
the tub, sat down. Looked up at Daddy. At his towel, that is, as his big
hands reached down and pulled the tucker out and opened it wide, and I got
a look at Daddy's wiener for the first time.
     My eyes got wide as tennis balls, and my mouth flopped open. "Wow!" I
said, only it was more of a loud exhalation of breath. I now saw what Daddy
meant about growing other ways than up!
     Daddy's wiener was great big around and long, and it was this funny
dark brown color. It had all this hair on top of it, like the hair on
Daddy's head, only this hair was all tangled and kinky, like a tangle of
broken grass stalks.
     "You see what I mean?" Daddy said as he arced one huge leg over to
step into the tub. His banana flopped about between his legs, and it
actually swung back and forth like a ball on a tether, the head making the
shaft of it curve as it swung about. Then Daddy got his other leg in and he
was straddling me, and that big long thing he had was right in front of it.
     "Close your legs together for me, Son." Daddy said.
     I obeyed without comprehension, and then I saw why, Daddy stepped
forward to where his feet were on either side of my thighs, and then he
squatted down and caught the edges of the tub with his hands, and then
lowered himself down, and then my legs were between his and we were both
sitting in the tub, facing each other.
     I watched as Daddy's large hands plunged the washrag into the water,
brought it up and he squeezed it out over his head. The water ran down his
face and into his beard, came out a single thin clear stream that ran back
into the tub. Daddy did it again, and this time, the washrag sluiced out a
sheet of water that covered his shoulder, first one, then the other, and
these sheets each turned into a ragged, crooked streamlet that trickled
down over his ribs and down again into the mass of water from which it had
come.
     Daddy reached for the shampoo and saw me sitting there, watching
him. "Come on, Son, get to washing yourself." he said. "We got to get clean
before your mother gets dinner ready or she'll be madder at us than she
already is."
     "Okay." I said, and I did like Daddy, while Daddy worked the shampoo
into his hair. I loved the play of his muscles as he moved, the way they
sort of danced around under his skin. Watched my own body, but my muscles
didn't do that, not enough to see, anyhow. Would I ever be as big as Daddy?
I wanted to sit and watch him all day like this, his big body all lit up
with water and shining like moonbeams. I wanted to memorize this body, I
wanted to...touch it.
     I saw my chance when Daddy struggled to get the washrag onto his
back. "Want me to wash your back, Daddy?"
     "Sure, Son." Daddy handed me his washrag. He scooted forward in the
tub when I stood up and I crawled sort of over and around him, and I
thrilled when my own tiny wienie scraped on Daddy's shoulder as I went
past. I kind of shuddered at that touch, and it was weird, like nothing I'd
felt before. Really nice. I wanted to do it again.
     I got onto my knees and I ran the soapy rag over Daddy's
back. Touching Daddy with my other hand, too. Feeling those muscles again,
the ones that were like tigers crouching in the brush, waiting to jump out,
all kind of dark strength in waiting.
     I wanted more. I ran the rag over Daddy's shoulders and when I did, I
pretended to need to kneel more upright and when I did, I could touch my
dick against Daddy's back. Just the touch made me shudder again, and it was
like my breath was speeding up, like I was running.
     I began to wriggle my hips back and forth, and that rubbed my dick on
Daddy's back. The soap made it slide easily, and it was wiggling my skin up
and down as I did it, and that felt good, so good.
     "You trying to soap me up back there or what?" Daddy asked me. But
there was a chuckle in his voice, too, not like I was doing anything wrong.
     "Uh-huh." I giggled back at him.
     "Feels to me like you're doing more than soaping me up." Daddy
said. "You'd better come back around here, now, that's enough of that."
     "Okay." I said, disappointed a little. When I stood up, my dick was
standing straight out, and when I stepped back around, it kind of slapped
Daddy's shoulder and scraped its way across.
     Daddy looked at my stiffie as I got back down. "That's what I thought
I was feeling." he said.
     I looked down at the water between his legs and I saw... "Yours is all
stiff, too." I pointed out.
     "Yeah, it is." Daddy agreed. "It does that when someone touches me, it
always has. Doesn't matter much who or how, it just decides it's time to
play and stands up and says `Okay, play with me.'"
     I looked at the stiff hard, thick rod lurking in the
water. "Daddy...can I touch it?" I asked.
     "Do you think you ought to?" Daddy said.
     "Uh-huh." I said. "I want to touch it. It's so big. Mine's little. Can
I touch yours?"
     "Well..." Daddy mused on this, quite serious. "I don't see any harm in
a little touching, I guess. Just don't tell your mother, okay?"
     "Okay." I said easily. I had any number of secrets from mother, not
all of them Daddy's. It would be easy enough to keep one more, if it got me
a chance to touch this huge thing Daddy had between his legs.
     My hand dove into the water like a hawk diving for a fish, and I got
hold of Daddy's prong and I got my fingers around it and felt how it
throbbed in my hand.
     "Ooooh!" Daddy sighed when I grabbed him. "Oooooh!"
     "You like that, Daddy?" I asked, more curious than anything.
     "Yeah, Son, it feels good." Daddy agreed.
     "Yeah." I said. Daddy's dick did feel good in my hand. I just held
onto it, it throbbing, pulsing in my hand. Daddy sighed after a time and
his hips began to move up and down slightly, sliding the huge prong in my
hand. I realized what he was doing, he was sliding his cock like I had on
his back, and how good it had felt for me. So I began to work my hand back
and forth on his cock, making the skin slide about on his dong, and Daddy
stopped wiggling.
     "You like me to do this?" I asked Daddy as I worked his pud back and
forth.
     "Yeah, Son, that feels good." Daddy sighed. "Only move it faster,
please, Son, faster!"
     So I moved my hand faster on Daddy's pud and Daddy groaned, slid down
further in the tub. His head was resting on the back of the tub now, his
eyes closed, his body submerged almost entirely, and my hand was splashing
as I pumped on his dong.
     My legs were straddled over one of Daddy's legs, and I lowered myself
down so I could rub my own wiener on Daddy's knee, and Daddy grinned at me
as I contacted him, as I began to rub.
     And Daddy's hand came down and snaffled in toward my dick, and I
realized what he was doing and I rose up and Daddy's hand, his big, thick,
horned-fingered hand caught hold of my little wiener, and I groaned as his
fingers worked my pud's skin back and forth.
     "Oh, Daddy, that's good, that's good!" I gasped out. "Oh, Daddy,
Daddy, oh, oh!"
     We were both feeling so very good, and I wanted to keep this up, but
my little arm was getting so tired, even with hearing Daddy groaning and
knowing he wanted me to do it more, do it faster, do it harder, I couldn't
keep it up. I stuttered in my movement, stopped and started again, and
finally let his dong fall free to float angrily in the water.
     Daddy's eyes were half-closed with his happiness, and he looked up at
me, and said, "Get all tired out, Son?"
     "Uh-huh." I said. "I'm sorry, Daddy."
     "That's okay, Son." Daddy said. "Come here." And he held his big arms
out to me.
     I thought he just wanted a hug, but what he did was catch my entire
body in his brawny arms and hold me to him, and my little dick and his huge
prong were right on top of each other. Daddy's huge hams of hands cupped my
buttocks, one in each, and he pulled my thighs apart and his massive prong
slid up between my legs and I could feel it snuggled into the crack of my
ass, just resting there, and my legs were held together tightly by Daddy's
own enormous legs.
     And Daddy began to move again and now his thick dong was sliding back
and forth between my legs, I could feel the heavy folds of his foreskin as
it wrinkled around my ass as he pulled back, and then the hard thrust as he
jammed it all forward.
     I was caught in Daddy's legs like in a vise. And my cock was rubbing
Daddy's tummy, I just couldn't resist, I groaned and I began to wriggle my
hips side to side and made my dick make little circles on Daddy's hairy
stomach, and I looked into Daddy's face, my mouth open, and Daddy's mouth
was open, too, as we both wriggled our way to happy wieners together. His
eyes looked lovingly into mine, and mine gazed trustfully into his, and in
that happy togetherness we wriggled our cocks against each other.
     "Oh, oh, Son, I'm going to come." Daddy panted.
     "Huh?" I asked.
     "I'm going to come." Daddy gasped. "Oh, baby, oh, baby!"
     "What's come?" I asked Daddy.
     "I...oh...oh...I'm coming, I'm shooting it...now, OH, OH, UH,
GUH-HUHHHHH!" And Daddy's eyes squinched up tight as they could, and his
teeth gritted together tightly, and his cock was hotter than anything. And
I felt some hot splatters get me on my back, patches of sticky hot stuff
that covered my young back as Daddy gasped and moaned and murmured that he
was coming, he was coming! So this is what coming was, I thought to myself
as Daddy writhed beneath me. It had something to do with this hot stuff
that Daddy had sprayed me with.
     "Oh, baby, oh, baby, oh, Son!" Daddy groaned at last, when he was done
shooting that sticky stuff onto me. "Oh, baby, I came all over you, didn't
I?"
     "Uh-huh." I said. "What is it?" I reached behind my back and caught
some of it on one of my fingers, looked at it, all I saw was a clear,
sticky fluid.
     "That's come, it's what a Daddy shoots out of his cock when he comes."
     "Oh." I said. "Is this like pee?"
     "Oh, no, no." Daddy said. "It's not pee, it's just this white, sticky
stuff, it tastes all salty if you was to taste it."
     Taste it? I put my tongue to my fingertips. Yeah, it was salty, all
right.
     "I really made a mess on you, didn't I?" Daddy asked.
     "Uh-huh." I said, giggled. "What would Mommy say about this."
     "We'd better not find out." Daddy said. "Let's get you all washed off,
okay?"
     "Okay." I said and I stood up. My own dick was still hard as it could
be.
     "You didn't come yourself?" Daddy asked.
     "What is that, to come?" I asked instead.
     "When you feel really, really good." Daddy explained.
     "It felt good, rubbing it on you." I said. "I want to do it some
more."
     Daddy smiled. "Then you didn't come. Oh, well, I guess I owe it to
you."
     "Owe what?" I asked, then I gasped. Daddy leaned forward and stuck my
dick in his mouth! I just stared, and then I moaned as Daddy's lips worked
back and forth over my wiener, and the pleasure I'd felt before returned,
and then some! I wanted my Daddy to do this just forever and ever! "Oh,
Dadddy, that's nice, that's real nice." I moaned. "Oh, Daddy, oh, Daddy,
oh, oh, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH!" I was feeling better than I ever had in
any way, ever! All the pleasure I could ask for was coming out of my cock,
and that was because my Daddy had it in his mouth! I just moaned and gasped
and then, just like it had come to me, it went away again, all at once, and
I was panting a lot like Daddy had.
     "Oh, Daddy, I came." I panted.
     Daddy stopped, smiled up at me. "That is what coming is." he said. "I
just made you come."
     "Oh!" I said in comprehension. "Can we do it again? And let me put
yours in my mouth?"
     "Oh, yeah!" Daddy groaned in anticipation. "Only not right now. You
and me have to get ready for dinner, remember? Now turn around, I got to
wash my come off your back."
     I let Daddy wash my back while I considered my new knowledge. "Did my
wienie shoot any of that come, Daddy?"
     "No, Son." Daddy said. "I tasted a little bit of sticky stuff on your
wienie when you groaned, but it was only a little. You have to grow up
before you shoot out a lot of stuff like I did."
     "Oh, okay." I said. There were lots of things I was going to do when I
got old enough to do them, this was something I added to the list without
too much consternation. After all, I'd had to wait until I was seven to
ride a bike, and now I rode it all over, and Daddy said I had to wait until
I was eight, which would be two months from now, before I could spend the
night over at a friend's house or have one of them stay with me. You live
with such deadlines when you're a kid, they don't bother you too
much. After all, later isn't the same thing as never.
     "There!" Daddy said after a while. "Now you're all clean and so am
I. Let's get dressed before your Mother comes in and wants to know why
we're taking so long."
     I didn't argue with that, it was better not to get Mother involved in
a lot of things. So I got out of the tub and dried off, while I watched
Daddy doing the same, then I scampered off naked to my bedroom and got some
clean clothes on.
     "Well." Mom said as she sat down to the table and dinner. "Both of you
look so nice and clean! I wish you both looked like this all the time!"
     "It's because we bathed together." I said. "Daddy and I got each other
real, real clean."
     "Then you ought to do it every night." Mom said.
     I looked at Daddy and grinned. "Okay by me." Daddy said.
     "Me, too!" I said. "I like sharing the bathtub with Daddy. He makes
getting clean lots of fun."
     "Let's give it a try, then." Mom said, triumphant in her victory. "And
you'll see just how much happier we all are when we're all clean together."
     "Yeah!" I agreed.
     And Daddy just smiled.

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