Date: Thu, 31 May 2012 16:18:32 -0700
From: Karl <karlsfriend@gmail.com>
Subject: story submission - Daddy's Bath X in series

Thanks for all the encouraging letters you all have sent.  Before I begin I
have to start with some warnings.  Warning: If you are under 18, don't read
this.  Warning: If you are over 18 but are thinking of doing it with
someone UNDER 18, don't read this.  (Unless of course you live in one of
those wonderful countries that says decisions are between himself and his
16 yo friend.)  Warning: DON'T hurt the boy in the next room or down the
street.

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Now, I know for some of you this is the chapter you've been begging me to
write.  This is the one that was the most exciting event in my life.  Yes,
even today, this was one of the high points.  It was the first time I
didn't feel dirty or wrong about the way I felt about men.  To Mr. Waters,
I will always be grateful.

Daddy's Bath X

I woke up that morning and Allen was already out of bed.  I looked around
and it was apparent he was already dressed.  I pulled on my shorts and a
shirt and went out to the living room.  Allen and Mr. Waters were gone.
Mrs. Waters was sitting at the little table in the kitchen drinking a cup
of coffee and looking at a magazine.  She looked up when I came into the
room and said, "Well good morning sleepy head.  Allen and his dad went to
get us some donuts and juice.  You looked like you were really tired so
they let you sleep."

I sat down at the table and didn't know what to do.  Mrs. Waters looked up
again and asked, "Are you having fun?"  I said yes but I didn't think I
needed to include the part where her husband had pushed my face into his
crotch.  I asked her about how she and Mr. Waters met and she told me that
they had been high school sweet hearts and when Mr. Waters got back from
college they started dating again.

"Let me tell you, they taught him a lot at that college."  She smiled and
winked at me.  I felt my face go scarlett and was saved by the sound of the
opening of the front door.

"We got donuts!", Allen yelled as he came in the door.  "Did you and your
father have a good ride over?", asked Mrs. Waters.

"Yeah.  We talked about a lot of stuff."  I saw Mr. Waters give Mrs. Waters
a "look".  Mr. Waters held up a big bag and said, "I think we bought one of
everything in the store."  Allen grabbed the bag and ran toward the
kitchen.

I walked quickly after him.  "Why didn't you wake me up?", I asked.  "Dad
said he wanted to have a 'man to man' with me.  He heard us last night and
he got upset because he didn't want me to force you to do anything you
didn't want to do just 'cause you're smaller than me."

"But I like what we do," I said.

"Yeah, I told him that," he said matter of factly.  I felt my ears start to
burn and my face felt like it was on fire.

"You told him?!", I almost yelled.

"Yeah.  It's okay.  He didn't seem surprised.  He said he understood.  Some
boys like it more than other boys, was what he said."  I felt my knees turn
to jelly.  What did that mean?

"Does he think I'm weird?", I asked quietly.

"Wha..?  No!  He said I'm lucky to have a friend like you.  That I should
never judge you or make you feel like what we're doing is wrong.  He said
it's natural."

I felt my insides turning over.

"...and he told me to tell you I'm sorry if I scared you last night.", he
said looking genuinely sorry.

"It's okay.  I just thought you were going to hurt me."  This time it was
him who looked shocked.  "I would never really want to hurt you.  I just
thought we were playing like my mom and dad do sometimes," he almost cried.

Just then Mr. and Mrs. Waters walked in and Mrs. Waters grabbed a plate and
started pulling out donut after donut.  There were kinds I'd never seen
before.  Some were shaped like little seashells with whipped cream inside.
Mrs. Waters said they weren't donuts.  They were pastries.  Whatever they
were I wanted to try all of them.  Mr. and Mrs. Waters had coffee and Allen
and I drank orange juice and laughed at how our mouths puckered after
eating the sweet donuts.

"Well, Lila called this morning.  I left my purse over there.  I have to
run over and get it.", Mrs. Water announced.  "You boys want to go with
me?"

I thought to myself, "not really.  it was kinda boring".  Mr. Waters and I
looked at each other with a look that said, "If it's an option, count me
out".  Allen jumped up and said, "Yeah.  I'll go."

Mr. Waters looked at Mrs. Waters and asked, "If I don't go will you be
upset?"

"No dear.  Subjected to them for two days in a row is asking a lot.", she
said and smiled.  Then she looked at me, "Do you want to go?"  I kinda
looked down and she laughed and said, "I see we have two party poopers.
Well, that means you have to hang out with this old man 'til we get
back. Then, we'll all go to the beach."

"Woo hoo!", Allen yelled.  "Maybe I should stay too," he said and looked
over at me pleading for me to say it was alright.  My heart was racing a
million miles a minute, I was going to be alone with Mr. Waters.  "No, you
go if you want.  I'll watch TV while you're gone."

"It's settled then.  We'll stay here and watch TV and you can go and see
Lila", and he added with a smirk,"and maybe Amy will be there."  Allen
turned bright red.

"Alright then.  Go to the bathroom or whatever it is you need to do.  We're
leaving in two minutes," she announced.

Allen ran to the bathroom and then to our bedroom.  He came out wearing a
nicer shirt and his hair was combed.  I rolled my eyes.  He looked at me
defiantly and said, "I wanna look nice for Aunt Lila."  Then Mr. Waters
looked at me and rolled his eyes.  Everyone, except Allen, laughed.

Allen and his mom got in the car and headed to Aunt Lila's.

Mr. Waters looked at me and said, "Let's see what's on TV."  We went into
the living room.  He turned on the TV and there was a baseball game on, he
sat in big comfy chair with his feet spread on the coffee table.  I sat on
the couch at the end nearest the chair.

Then he looked at me and asked, "Do you like baseball?"  I shrugged and
said, "I guess."

"Oh, I see, not a fan huh?  Well, why don't we see if there's a movie on or
something."  He picked up the TV listings in the paper and said, "Ah,
better than a movie, turn it to channel 7.  Gunsmoke is on."  I got up and
turned the channel.

When I sat back down Mr. Waters said, in a more subdued tone, "Look, I
heard what was happening between you and Allen last night.  He explained to
me what happened between him and Amy.  And frankly, I'm glad Becky yelled
for Amy.  That could have been a nightmare."

He stopped and I could tell he was thinking.  Then he said, "But back to
you and Allen.  I explained to Allen that because you're smaller than him
it might feel like he's pressuring you to do things you don't want to do.
I don't want you to ever feel like Allen's making you do something you
don't want to do."

I was looking down, completely embarrassed.  "Well, it's scared me when he
said he wanted to, you know, the "f" word me.  I'm not really sure what he
meant but I'm not a girl and boys can't do that, can they?"

Mr. Waters looked at me very caringly and said, "He won't make you do any
of that.  Don't worry.  He's just getting those feelings sooner than you.
You'll be having feelings like that soon."

"But I like it when Allen and I do stuff.  I don't even think about girls
that way," I mumbled.  Mr. Waters didn't say anything for a while.  Then he
said, "Well, some boys don't ever feel that way about girls.  They feel
that way about boys.  That's normal too.  Don't ever let anyone tell you
it's not."

I looked up and he was looking right into my eyes. I felt my mouth go
dry. "But my mommy and daddy say that I'll go to hell if I feel those
things," I practically whispered.

"That's stupid," he said before catching himself.  "Well, that's the way
some people think.  Usually people who don't know anyone like that.  It's
called homosexuality.  It's not something you want to tell too many people,
but not because it's wrong.  It's because they won't understand and people
sometimes get hurtful when they don't understand," he said.  "But boys your
age don't know what they want.  This could be just a phase and next week
you'll like girls," he said as he smiled a little weakly.

I was feeling a little better and I ventured to ask, "What did Allen mean
when he said he wanted to do the "f" word to me?"

Mr. Waters looked at me and sighed.  "You're father should be talking to
you about this.  But if he's anything like he was in high school...", he
trailed off.  He had his head down like he was thinking about something.
"Alright," he said, "We're going to talk about sex.  Is that okay with
you?"

My heart was racing and I felt light headed, but I nodded my head "yes".

"When boys and girls get older they start having feelings...well, not
really feelings, more like urges."  He was searching for the right words.
"And sometimes they get to know each other and...", he was trying to find
some words.

"Have sex," I said.

"Yes, but it's more than that.  Sex is a wonderful thing.  It's the best
feeling to be with someone that excites you and, in turn, is excited by
you.  Some people think it's dirty.  It's not.  It's natural."  He was
working hard.

"You mean the feeling like I feel when I look at you?", I asked.

He stopped.  He truly looked like a deer caught in head lights.  "Well,
sort of, I guess.  But you realize I don't feel that way when I look at
you?"  "Oh," I said.  "Does that mean I can't like you?"

"No.  It doesn't mean that at all.  It's just better when a person likes
you, that way,"he said, sort of stressing the "that way".

"Remember when I was at your house and you had those beers," I quavered.
Now, I knew, I was pushing it.

"I'm sorry about that.  I shouldn't have done that to you," he said
quietly.

"But what if I liked it?", I asked.

"Even so," he was talking in a low voice, "you're a little boy.  I'm an
adult.  I'm really sorry."

"Can I touch it again?", I asked quietly.  He looked at me.  "It's just
not...", he trailed off .  "Please.  I won't tell," I begged.  "I get the
funny feelings in my stomach when I look at you.  I like to look at your
weiner..."

He laughed, "Okay.  Let's get this straight.  It's not a weiner.  It's
called a penis.  Some guys call it a cock or a dick, but the scientific
name is "penis".  Let's stick to one of those names."

"What do you call it?", I asked.

Again, he smiled, "I call mine - the monster!"

I gave him a puzzled look and asked, "Why?"

He laughed and said, "It's a nickname the guys at the frat gave it.  I
liked it.  The name stuck."

"But why did they call it that.  I don't think it's scary," I said
innocently.

He laughed again, "Well, it can get a little mean sometimes."

I was looking down at the terricloth shorts he had on that outlined his
massive "monster".  I felt my mouth go dry and I thought I might throw up
but I squeeked out, "Well.  Can I touch it?"

"Look," he started quietly, "I realize you are starting to have a lot of
feelings..."

I couldn't take it anymore.  I just reached out and put my hand right on
the mound between his legs.  He stopped talking.  I heard him breath a
little deeper.  But instead of pushing my hand away or telling me to stop
he just spread his legs a little wider allowing me access.  I continued to
massage the mound feeling it start to come alive when he put his hand on
mine.  "You know, if I let you do this you can't tell anyone.  Not even
Allen."  I was so light headed I just nodded and said, "I promise."  At
that moment, if he'd said, 'when we're done I'm going to set you on fire' I
would have said okay.

He said, "Well, let's get more comfortable."

He stood up and pulled down his shorts.  He didn't have any underwear on.
I noticed that 'the monster' looked a little thicker than when I'd seen it
soft.  He sat back down with his shorts on the floor and spread his legs
wider.  I looked up at him and he smiled down at me.  He nodded a slight
nod and I started running my hands all over his crotch.  I loved the feel
of the hair he had between his legs.  His balls were almost as big as my
fists.  He moaned a little and leaned futher back allowing me full access
to his beautiful cock.  I was trying to move my hands up and down the way
Allen liked it but it wasn't fully hard yet.  So I leaned down and put the
head in my mouth.  I heard a huge intake of breath and looked up.
Mr. Waters had his head leaned all the way back and his eyes closed.  I
sucked on the head and started to feel it swell in my mouth.  I tried to
fit more into my mouth but I could only put about another inch or so in.  I
gagged a little and he said, "That's alright.  Take it slow."

When I looked up this time he was looking down at me with a loving yet
leering grin.

"Here," he said, "let's get this off of you.  We don't need to make a mess
of this shirt."

He reached down and pulled off my shirt.  The feel of his hands on my skin
made me shiver.  I sat back as he put the shirt to the side.  I started to
move in again and he said, "You're a very special boy and Allen is lucky to
have you as a friend."  I just looked at him for a second thinking, 'I'm
the lucky one'.  Then he looked at me with the same mischevious grin he had
earlier and said, "Don't just sit there.  Get back to work," and winked at
me.

Now I really wanted to make him cum.  I stared at 'the monster' between his
legs and put as much of it as I could in my mouth.  I used my other two
hands to move it up and down the way Allen had showed me he liked it.  I
thought I was slobbering a lot but then I noticed that it tasted kind of
salty.  I pulled back and looked at it, then at him and he said, "Yeah, I
make a lot of pre-cum."

"What's is 'pre-cum'?" I asked, not letting go of his rigid dick.

"It's what happens when a man gets excited.  It makes it easier to put it
into the womans pu... vagina," he said.  "That's what Allen meant when he
said 'fuck'.  It's when a man puts his penis into a woman's vagina."

"It tastes salty," I said.  He smiled and was about to say something else
when I wrapped my mouth around the end of his dick again.  He just sighed
and put his hands behind his head.  I was sucking for a few minutes when my
mouth started to get tired.  Allen never took this long.  I took my mouth
off and started just using my hands.  He looked down and said, "Lick on my
balls.  Right underneath."  I lifted his balls and put my face up next to
his balls.  It was sort of sweaty and there was a little bit of a musky
smell there.  When I did finally did lick he inhaled and that's when I felt
his hand on the back of my head.

"Ooooh yeah.  Right there.  That's a good boy," he moaned.

This made me even more excited.  I could feel my own boy cock fighting to
get out of my shorts.  I reached down and pulled down the zipper.  While I
continued to lick he wrapped his hand around his hard enormous dick.

"Oh, such a good boy."  He said, "Okay now.  Come up here and lick on
daddy's dick."

He was saying 'daddy' to me, just like he said to Mrs. Waters yesterday.  I
hurried and stood up so I could get a better angle and my shorts came down.
Mr. Waters seemed shocked.  He grabbed me and pulled my mouth to his.  He
put his hands on my butt and started saying, "So fuckin' smooth," and I
felt him spread the cheeks of my butt.  He started feeling around a little
then stopped.

"Oh," he said and looked at me.  I was just standing there between his legs
with his hands around my waist and my little boy hard on sticking out.

"Get back to work," he said and caringly, yet roughly pushed me to my
knees.  I started sucking him again but he was stroking himself this time.
I was trying to fit more in my mouth when I felt his hand, once again, on
the back of my head.  He said, "Okay baby.  I'm gonna make some baby batter
for you.  Keep your mouth on it and swallow it all up."

My eyes were watering but I was in heaven.  Suddenly there was a final
swelling and he pushed me a little further onto his dick.

"Oh fuck!  Oh fuck!  Oh fuck!"

Then it happened.  My mouth was filled with what I knew was cum but it
wasn't like Allen's.  It was a lot thicker and I could feel it going right
down my throat, like it was shooting into my stomach.  Finally my mouth
couldn't hold anymore and I started coughing.  He let go of my head and I
pulled back able to breath through my nose but kept my mouth on his dick.
Cum was coming down the side of his dick and and flowing into his pubic
hair. After a few more small convulsions he completely relaxed.  I looked
up at him and he laughed.  "You're a mess," he said.  I could feel his cum
running down my chin, my eyes were watering, and I felt my nose running
too.  He grabbed one of the beach towels that was on the end of the couch
and wiped my face.  He wiped up the cum on his crotch and looked up at me.

"Well, how was that?", he asked.

I was in heaven.  I just smiled.  It felt like my face was going to crack.
Then he leaned down, picked me up and put me on the couch.

"Well, one good turn deserves another," and with that he leaned down and
took my dick in his mouth.

He swallowed my dick and balls in one swallow.  I couldn't believe how
incredible it felt.  I could feel his tongue moving along my balls as he
sucked on my dick.  Within seconds I could feel my stomach start to tingle
and then the convulsions started.  I grabbed hold of his hair and was
ramming my crotch into his face.  I could feel every nerve in my body and
each one of them was in ecstasy.  The convulsions slowed and Mr. Waters
pulled himself free of my hands.  I watched as he spit my cum (what little
I made then) into the towel.

"Wow, you got quite a kick there sport," he joked.

"That was the best," I practically yelled.

"Well, I'm glad you liked it.  Now we're even."  Then he looked at me with
a very serious face, "And remember, this stays between the two of us.  You
promised."

I just looked at him and crossed my heart.

He laughed and said, "Okay then.  I need to take a shower.  Grab your
clothes.  You need to get cleaned up too."

I did as I was told.  I practically floated into the bathroom.  I couldn't
believe how incredible I felt.

As I walked into the bathroom he said, "You first," and walked over to the
toilet.  I got in the shower and as I was standing there I heard him sigh
to himself, chuckle under his breath and let loose with a healthy stream of
pee.

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