Date: Thu, 13 Oct 2011 19:05:25 -0500 From: Karl Subject: Part 6 of Daddy's Bath I really appreciate all the kind words from you horny devils. I've been busy the last few weeks looking for a job. You know, the stuff we're trying to forget while we're reading this stuff with our johnsons in our hands. There are some rules we must establish. These are things which happened many years ago. It was a time when a horny kid didn't have the internet to turn to. Even Dads really only had Playboys or the adult book store 2 counties over. Same ground rules apply though. Don't try this at home. Even if Junior thinks it's okay, too many people with resources DON'T. Stay safe. Read stories. Give me a yell if you'd like. Daddy's Bath VI When I woke up Allen was standing over me with an erection and he was rubbing it on my lips. It startled me so I swatted him. I made a direct hit. He doubled over and his dad came running in from the kitchen. When he saw me sitting up sleepy eyed and rubbing the back of my hand against my mouth and Allen laying on the floor cuppin his still erect penis, moaning, he looked at Allen and just burst out laughing. Mr. Waters said, "If you were doing what I think you were doing you're lucky it's still attached." I looked up at Mr. Waters and down at Allen and suddenly realized I was glowing red (and not just from the sunburn). Mr. Waters just snickered again and walked back into the kitchen. Allen recovered a little and started to get up. "Dude, I'm sorry.", was all I could say. Allen said, "Why don't you kiss it and make it better." I wasn't sure if he was serious or not. I just looked at him and he said, "Maybe later jerk." He laughed and said, "C'mon, let's go swimming." We swam for a little and his dad called and said, "All right guys. Grub is on the table." He brought out plates and food to the table outside. He made us pancakes and eggs. My dad never cooked. It was really good. When we were finished Allen said, "Now comes the yucky part." I looked at him. He was looking at his dad who just leaned back in the chair and smiled. Allen said, "Now we have to clean up his mess." Mr. Waters had gone out to get the newspaper and picked it up and started reading, smiling the whole time. When we walked into the kitchen I understood what Allen was dreading. It looked like the kitchen cabinets had exploded. He said, "Let's get to it." We started wiping off eggs and pancake mix from the counters. I was wiping up the floor and felt and oily finger on my butt. I turned around and Allen just started laughing. I said, "Gross!" His dad walked in at that moment and said, "What's gross?" Allen was laughing and I was on all fours. "What the hell are you two up to?" Allen just started laughing harder and I wiped the oil off my butt. Mr. Waters looked down at me and then at Allen and said, "Oh God! Please be done with this by the time your mother gets home." He gave us both a smile and walked with his paper to the bathroom. We finished cleaning up the kitchen and just about the time we finished Mr. Waters came in wearing a pair of shorts and t-shirt. He said, "I'm leaving it up to you guys. I have to run to the hardware store. You can come with me or you can stay here." Allen quickly said, "We'll stay here!" Mr. Waters looked at him and in his dad serious voice said, "Okay, but you have to stay out of trouble. I'm gonna be gone for about an hour so, what's the rule?" I looked at Allen who looked a little puzzled. "No swimming in the pool without an adult around. Got it!" "Okaaaay", Allen said. "Alright. I'll be back in about an hour." With that he grabbed his keys and headed out the door. He turned around and said again, "No pool." "Yes sir", we both answered. When the door closed Allen went to the window and watched his father pull out of the drive way. He turned to me and said, "You wanna see somethin'?" I didn't know what he wanted to show me but it sounded bad, err good. But, I thought, okay. I nodded my head and he said, "C'mon." We went back to his parents bedroom and Allen went into one of the drawers. He dug around a little bit and pulled out a handful of polaroid pictures. He sat down on the end of the unmade bed and said, "Sit down. Look at these." I sat down next to him and my stomach was doing flip-flops and I hadn't even seen the pictures yet. He showed me the first picture and said, "I think that's Mr. Olson." I looked at a picture of a man from the neck down. He had on a jocks strap and nothing else. All I could see was the big bulge of the jockstrap. He didn't have any hair on him but he was VERY thin and muscular. I couldn't figure out how Allen had guessed it was Mr. Olson though. Then he handed me the next picture. It was the same man with a blind fold on his eyes. It WAS Mr. Olson. I was sure of it. Mr. Olson went to the same church we went to. He had two girls almost the same age as me. He always seemed really nice but I never thought of him as having any "boy" parts. The next picture took my breath away. Mr. Olson had, what was unmistakedly Mr. Waters dick, in his mouth. My hand was shaking and I was rock hard. Allen leaned over and said, "Gross right?" I looked over and he had another picture. The next picture was of Mr. Waters on top of Mrs. Olson. She was laying on her back and Mrs. Waters was sitting on her face. I unconsciencely let out a "whoa". Allen leaned over and grabbed my dick. He said, "Wanna be Mr. Olson?" I just stared at him, my insides churning. Then he stood up and it was then I notice he was as hard as I was. I didn't know what to do. His weiner wasn't as big as his dad's, but it was at least 4" and thick. He grabbed it between his thumb and forefinger and wagged it in my face. "C'mon. I thought you'd wanna play." He had a smirk on his face. I didn't know what to do. "But, I...", was all that I could say. He stepped closer and his weiner was just an inch or two in front of my face. I could almost smell the lust. I noticed the couple of hairs he had around his weiner. I looked up at him and he was looking down at me with a sinister look. I had seen that look before. It was the look his dad had when I had stuck his weiner in my mouth. "I'm not a homo." was all I could say. "That's okay. I'm not gonna tell anyone." I didn't know what to say. Did that mean he thought I was a homo or he didn't care? He could see I was struggling. Then he leaned down a little and said, "I saw you last night." Then got a big smile on his face. I thought I was gonna throw up. What did he see? "I didn't do anything jerk." I started to get up and Allen decided to try a different tactic. "Oh come on. I don't care. I saw the way you looked at my dad's dick. It's not a big deal. He's got a big one. You should see when we go to the beach. Men and women look at him in his speedo." I sat back down. He said, "I like you. We're friends. I won't tell." Then he grabbed my hand. This time I didn't fight him. He put my hand on his dick. "Just lick it. Please." This time he seemed kinder. He stepped forward and the head of his weiner was about to touch my lips. "You won't tell?", was all I could say. He smiled really big and shook his head. He pretended to cross his heart. I leaned forward and put the head of it in my mouth. "Oh wow!", he moaned. I looked up at him. He was smiling really big. But the smile had a nasty look to it. I said, "There. I kissed it." and I scooted back. He looked in pain. The look on his face was a pleading look. I suddenly felt like I had the power back. "You promise you won't say anything?" He nodded really hard. Then I thought of something. "I get to take the picture of Mr. Olson with your dad." Allen looked like he was trying to decide what to do. "Okay. But you have to swallow my cum." I pretended to protest but didn't know that it was an option. I agreed and leaned forward. This time I swallowed 3 inches of it on the first try. Allen just grabbed my shoulders to keep from falling. He moaned really loud. I pulled off then pushed all of it in my mouth. He said, "Hold on." I didn't know what he was talking about. "I don't want to cum yet." Inside, I felt really good. Then he said, "Okay. I'm ready." I did like I did with this dad and put my hand on his balls. He grabbed my head and pulled it forward and started shuttering. Finally I had to get my breath and pulled back. He looked down at me with the biggest smile on his face and fell face first on the bed next to me. "DUDE! That was awesome!" He leaned over and grabbed me by the waist and pulled me down then climbed on top of me. He pushed his dick in my face again and said, "We gotta do that again." I thought he meant now. When I went to reach for him he said, "Not now. My dad will be home in a little bit." We got up and I started to grab the picture. Allen said, "I don't know..." I think I must have looked angry, disappointed or both. He said, "Okay, but we've got to put the rest back now." I took the polaroid and ran back to his room and shoved it into my backpack. The next thing I knew Allen said, "C'mon. We better get into the living room." His dad came home in a little bit and asked, "Who wants to help me unload the car?!" We both groaned and went to put on our shorts. His dad said, "Awwww. I know. You have it so rough. You were going to have to get dressed anyway. Your mom is going to be home soon." So we helped him unload the car and bring the bags inside. "Well, looks like I'm gonna have to run you home before your mom and dad thinks I kidnapped you. Go get your stuff." I went in and put on my shirt and shoes but didn't put my underwear back on. I put those in my backpack with the picture. I went outside and Allen said he was gonna stay in case his mom came home. Mr. Waters and I got in the car and Allen said to me, "Maybe you can come over again next weekend." Mr. Waters laughed and said, "You two are really becoming good friends aren't you." It hadn't occurred to me. Allen and I were best friends. I watched him wave as we pulled down the drive way. When we were about half way to my house Mr. Waters got really serious and said, "Remember kiddo. You can't say anything to your parents about the beer and, uh, you know..." I just looked over at him and said, "You can count on me sir." He busted out laughing and rubbed the top of my head. *******