Date: Thu, 28 Jul 2011 19:32:53 -0500 From: Karls Friend Subject: Daddy's Bath V I want to thank all the guys that have written me telling me their own stories and experiences. Many of you shared similar stories with your fathers or next door neighbors. I appreciate you taking me into your confidences. That being said, DO NOT use my stories as a playbook for the boy in the next room or down the block. These are my experiences growing up in the 70s. I did not feel abused. I did not feel exploited. I went into these situations willingly. I was one of the fortunate boys. No one abused me. Every man I had these experiences with was kind, horny, hot and into me! It all started with seeing my father masturbate in the bath tub. Daddy's Bath V I awoke to Mrs. Allen shaking me. "Hon, why don't you go and get in Allen's bed. Allen's in there already." I got up and started toward Allen's room. On my way I passed the guest room and didn't know if I had dreamed the experience or if it really happened. Either way I started getting hard again. I walked into Allen's room and got undressed. He was laying on top of his covers completely naked and hard. Mrs. Waters just grabbed a blanket and said something about being just like his father and told me, "Good night." In the morning Allen was doing what I assumed now was a morning ritual. Slapping his weiner against his stomach and admiring it. I woke up and looked over at him. He just looked at me with a smirk and sniggered. He reached down and grabbed my weiner again. This time though he didn't let go as quickly as he had the previous time. I didn't pull away either. I think he expected me to touch his but I couldn't. I was afraid he would tell on me. He just looked at me and said, "Whatever. Let's go get something to eat." That was it. It wasn't weird, it was just on to the next thing. We walked into the kitchen and Mr. and Mrs. Waters were there. This time though Mrs. Waters was completely dressed. She looked up when we came in and said, "Well good, just in time for me to say good bye." She kissed Allen on the cheek and said he should be good. She said good-bye to me and kissed Mr. Waters on the cheek. "I'm glad you're not still mad. I'll make it up to you when I get home." He just looked at her and said, "Oh...I know you will." He winked at her and slapped her on the rear with his paper. She just giggled and gave him a peck on the cheek and she was off. After she was gone Mr. Waters looked at Allen and said, "Boys Day!" and with that his robe came off and Allen's shirt, pants and underwear came off. I stood there dazed. Allen said, "We don't have to wear clothes when Mom is gone!" I just stood there. "Take off your clothes. Or are you chicken?" I looked at Allen and then Mr. Waters who were both grinning and said, "Okay!" and took off all my clothes. It was weird to be completely naked in the daytime...in front of other people...and one of them my friends dad. My daddy had never been naked in front of me except those couple of times. Even then he was in his robe or under the water. Not COMPLETELY naked. But there we were, the three of us, completely naked. "Last one in the pool is a rotten egg!", cried Allen and took off running. Mr. Waters just took after him and I realized I was gonna be last. I took off running. When we got to the pool Mr. Waters pretended to fall so that Allen and I climbed in first. We all were laughing when I watched Mr. Waters dive under water. I didn't see where he went until I saw Allen flying up in the air. Mr. Waters was under him and propelling him upward. Allen was laughing really hard and then it was my turn. I flew up in the air and could feel his huge hands around my waist. It felt like I didn't weigh anything. Mr. Waters laughed at both of us and we all wrestled some more. While we were out by the pool the phone rang. Mr. Waters got out of the pool, "It might be your Mom.", he said to Allen. As he walked to the door I watched his butt move. It was very muscular. As it turned out, he was half right. It was MY mommy. She wanted me to come home cause they were going to have to take me over to my aunts while they went out. Mr. Waters asked if they wanted me to stay with them. I heard him say, "No. I don't mind at all. We're just out in the pool. He's having fun." Allen and I just listened. Mr. Waters leaned toward us and said to me, "You don't mind staying here do you?" He knew I couldn't wait. "It's set then. I'll bring him home tomorrow." As he walked back toward the pool his giant weiner swung back and forth and his balls were huge. Allen leaned over and whispered to me, "Isn't his thingy huge!" I just nodded. Just then Mr. Waters looked up and saw us both staring, looked down and swung his giant dick back and forth and said "Go petey!" I was in awe and completely hard. Allen just said, "Oh brother." and jumped back in the pool. Mr. Waters started to get back in the water and looked at me, grinned and winked. He grabbed a raft from the side of the pool and jumped up on it. "That's enough for me right now. I'm old compared to you young bucks." I stayed by the side of the pool, swimming in place, watching him. Allen looked down and saw I was hard and yelled, "Dude! You got a woody!" I was horrified. Mr. Waters looked over and said, "Allen. Chill. Some guys aren't used to being naked. Some guys find it ummm.. stimulating. It's cool kiddo." Allen reached under water, grabbed my dick and wouldn't let go. He laughed and as I tried to get away he held tighter. Then I did the same to him. I don't think he was expecting that. He just stopped laughing and looked at me. It was a weird look. I couldn't tell if he liked it, hated me, or was going to run screaming. Instead he just loosened his grip on my dick and stroked it a few times. I looked over at Mr. Waters but he seemed oblivious. The raft was facing the other way. Allen then pushed his cock further in my hand. He gave me a look like, okay, it's your turn to do me. So I stroked him a few times. He just stood there except now he had a look like a wild animal on his face. Our little "you do me and I'll do you" moment was interrupted when his dad splashed and started turning himself around. "What are you two up to back there?" Allen quickly and casually said, "Nothing." and jumped toward his dad. We all splashed around a little while longer. Mr. Waters said, "Allen. Go grab me a can of beer...and NO, you can't have any." "Oh, okay," Allen said, somewhat disappointed. As Allen went inside Mr. Waters turned to me and said, "Hey kiddo. I'm sorry about what happened last night. It's our secret though, okay?" I felt all mixed up because I didn't feel like he had anything to be sorry about. I looked at him and then his huge weiner laying over his thigh and said, "Okay." He looked down at his cock and looked back at me and just laughed. "Run inside and tell Allen we're gonna order pizza for lunch. I don't feel like eating that chicken for lunch." I quickly climbed out of the pool and ran inside to tell Allen. He had the beer in his hand and had obviously just had a drink of it. He then handed it to me and said, "Quick, before he comes in." I gulped down a few drinks. "You're dad said we're gonna order pizza!" Allen yelled, "I want sausage and onion!" Mr. Waters walked in and said, "Where's my beer?" I had it in my hand and just turned it over to him. He took it from me, did a slight side to side with the can and said, "Feels a little light." He just looked at Allen and said, "No more mister. Your mom would kill me." Allen looked at me and grinned. He knew that his dad would never tell his mom and I would NEVER say anything. As we waited for the pizza the little bit of beer I had started to work its magic. My tummy felt tingly and the feeling of being naked really started to feel neat. When the doorbell rang Allen and I went to get up, Mr. Waters looked at us and said, "Hold on you two. You go to the door naked and we'll have the police over here." He grabbed his robe from the chair and went to the door. Allen ran over to the fridge, grabbed a beer and popped it open. He quickly gave it to me and said, "Quick before he gets back." I followed Allen's orders took a quick gulp and Allen stuck it back in the fridge behind some leftovers. He leaned close to me to whisper, "We can drink it when he's not around." Him being so close though had a weird effect on me. I don't know if it was the beer or the feel of his hot breath on my neck but I could feel myself starting to get hard again. Allen looked down, smiled and said, "Me too." With that I looked down and Allen was getting a woodie too. We heard the door close and Allen and I quickly started getting napkins and stuff from the cupboards. Allen went into the fridge and got us a couple of cokes and got his dad a beer. When his dad came back in he had the pizza in one hand and was untying his robe with the other. We went out into the back yard and ate the pizza and let the sun bake our bodies. Mr. Waters got up and stretched and announced he was going inside to watch a little TV. Allen and I didn't want to go in yet so we ran back to the pool. When we got in the pool there was a definite tension that had not been there earlier. I stayed close to the edge of the pool while Allen did a canon ball right into the center. I was watching him and enjoying the little buzz I had going on when Allen came up right in front of me. He was so close our noses were almost touching. Then he said, "Wanna feel me some more?" I just looked at him and shook my head yes. "Cool!" He jumped out of the pool to grab something. He came back with some baby oil. (It was the 70s. Everyone used baby oil to tan.) He pulled me over into the shallow end and put baby oil on his hand. I wasn't quite sure how I felt about what was going on but when he touched my weiner I didn't care. He then took my hand. Squirted oil in it and pushed it down between his legs. He was hard. He moaned really loadly and said, "Dude, this feels so cool. Now stroke it. I'll show you something really awesome." As I started stroking it Allen started stroking me faster. Then he leaned into me and put his face in my neck. I didn't quite know what to do so I just let him. He was moaning loudly and encouraging me to keep up what I was doing. Then he bit my neck. Not hard. It felt really incredible. It made me feel more excited than ever. Just then Allen started shaking and he shot a liitle syrup looking stream into my hand. I started convulsing at the same time but nothing came out of me. As we recovered Allen looked at me and screamed, "DUDE! That was more awesome than I thought it would feel like." I just looked at him and agreed. "Why did you do that to my neck?", I asked. "I dunno. One time when I was watching my mom and dad have sex I saw my dad do it to my mom and she really liked it. Seems like you liked it too." He smiled a little sinister smile. I didn't say anything. I did like it but I didn't want to be like his mom. "You liked it didn't you?" He was beginning to look concerned. "Yeah.", I said a little embarrassed. "What then?" "I just don't want you to think I'm a homo or nothin'." He just looked at me and laughed. "If I did, we'd both be homos, doofus. I like girls." He started splashing around in the water and it was all fun again. After a little while Mr. Waters yelled, "You boys better get in here. You're gonna be like turnips. We reluctantly got out of the pool and started toward the house. As we walked into the house I felt the air conditioning hit me with full force. It felt really good but suddenly I was incredibly tired. Mr. Waters had showered and shaved and smelled like old spice. Allen went into the bathroom and said, "Me first." I was too tired to argue. I was still covered with chlorine from the pool so Mr. Waters said I had to stay in the kitchen until Allen was done. He was standing at the counter and cutting up the chicken for us to eat. He looked over at me and said, "Yikes. You're gonna be sore." I looked down at my arms and it was pink. I was pink where I'd never been pink before. My tummy was pink, my butt was pink, and my willie was pink. Then I heard Allen yell, "It's your turn." I got up and walked into the bathroom. Allen was hard again. He just reached down and gave his weiner a push down to watch it pop up and smiled. "We gotta do that again dude." I felt my heart beat faster as I agreed. He left the bathroom and I turned on the shower. It felt like a million needles were poking me. I hurridly washed and got out. The towel felt like it was made out of sand paper. I walked out into the kitchen and Allen said, "Yikes!" I didn't need to guess what he was talking about. Mr. Waters walked over to me and kneeled down (even with my skin on fire I couldn't help but watch his giant weiner swing between his legs), and said with real concern, "I'm sorry guy. I didn't think about the fact that you're not used to being out there for so long. Gloria's got to have some lotion around here somewhere." He walked out of the room down the hall. Allen ran over to me and said softly, "Make him give you some beer. It helps it not hurt so much." Mr. Waters came back in carrying a bottle of something and said "C'mere." He squatted again except this time he had me turn away from him. He squirted some lotion in his hand and put some on my back. The cool lotion felt good but was still a little bit of a shock. He lightly applied it to my neck and arms. He kept saying how sorry he was. When he started down my back the effect of his hands on me started to show. I sprung an instant hard on. Allen, who was watching intently, saw me get hard and just sort of giggled. "That's enough Allen," he said in a sort of stern voice. Allen stopped giggling. As Mr. Water's hands moved over my butt and I realized practically my whole butt fit into his hand. He rubbed down my legs and said, "Okay, turn around." I rather embarrassedly turned around with my full 3" at attention. He acted like he didn't see it. He just continued to put the cooling lotion on my skin. At one point, as he got toward my little willie he looked up at me, sort of looking for permission and I gave him a look that said it was okay. He quickly did that part of me. He put some on my chest and face and tapped me on the nose, "That should feel better." I thanked him and he stood up. As he stood up his crotch came closer and closer to my face. I didn't step back and it took him a minute to realize my face was still very close to his dick. He stepped back quickly trying not to let on that he noticed me staring at him. "But Dad, maybe if he drank some beer it wouldn't hurt as much. Remember you did that one time when I had a bad sun burn." Mr. Waters looked at Allen and then at me. He seemed to be thinking it over carefully. "Do you want to have a little beer? It might help." I looked over at Allen who was practically begging me to say yes. I looked back at Mr. Waters and nodded. "All right then. Let me get you a cup. I don't think you can handle a whole beer." he said jokingly. Allen suddenly sprant from his position as spectator and said, "Can I have the rest?" "Jesus Allen..." "All right but this has to stay between us men. Understood?" Allen and I both agreed. Mr. Waters poured us both beer into cups. He then said again, "I'm really sorry." I assured him it already felt a lot better. "Okay then. Let's eat." I asked when Mrs. Waters would be home. "She's staying with her friend. They're almost done and she doesn't want to have to drive back again tomorrow." After we ate, Allen and Mr. Waters taught me how to play poker. We played with pretzel sticks. Allen was winning when his dad leaned over, winked at me and ate all of Allen's winnings. We all laughed and Mr. Waters said it was movie time. This was pre-cable or VHS so we watched "The Love Boat" and "Carol Burnett". Mr. Waters fell asleep in his chair while Allen and I layed on the floor and watched. The buzz from the first beer was wearing off so Allen said, "C'mon." We walked into the kitchen and Allen pulled the beer from behind the left overs. He took a big gulp and handed it to me. I took a drink but I was still a little tipsy from before. Allen took it from me and drank the rest. He belched really loud and then we got really quiet. His dad sort of snored something and we both giggled and went back into the family room. As we walked in Mr. Waters was on his back like he was laying on his raft. Arms at his side and his head back in the chair. Allen looked at his dad's cock and said, "I hope mine gets that big." I looked down at his and he smiled. "I think it will." With that he layed down on the ground but this time he layed on his back. He looked up at me and just sort of casually played with his weiner. "mmmmmm" was all he said. I just stood over him and watched as he closed his eyes with his hand between his legs. I just stood there between the two of them, hard as a rock and not knowing what to do. Soon, Allen was sort of snoring. Mr. Waters was snoring too. I wanted to see Mr. Waters, as Allen put it, cum again. I went over to his chair and, feeling the effects of the second swig of beer, put my hand on his inner thigh. He just sort of layed there, snoring. I got a little braver and put my hand on his semi erect cock. I felt it lengthen and get harder in my hand. I started moving my hand up and down and suddenly froze. Mr. Waters had woken up and put his hand over mine. "What the..." "Geez kid. You can't do that without a little warning. Allen's asleep over there. I don't want him waking up and seeing you do that." I was suddenly really embarrassed. He said, "I'll let you play with it any time you want to but you can't do it in front of other people. They wouldn't understand." I just hung my head and felt like I was going to bust into tears. He said, "C'mere." and pulled me into the chair. I was laying next to him and he just sort of had me snuggle with him in the chair. We both fell asleep.