Date: Sat, 13 May 2023 22:27:28 -0400 From: Zyngaru Subject: Daddy Swapping - Chapter 4 Legal: This is a multi-generational soft-porn gay FICTIONAL story. It's totally fictional. No real boys were touched, fondled, harmed, hurt, molested, or abused during the writing of this story. If this type of story is illegal in your jurisdiction do not read. Content: Adults and minor males. Self exploring and self-experimenting. Mutual sexual exploration and experimentation, including but not limited to touching, fondling, masturbating, and sucking. There is NO anal or butt-hole content. Again for emphasis: all characters are fictional, which means they do not exist in the real world, only in the imagination. Donations: Please support Nifty to keep these stories coming: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Daddy Swapping - Chapter 4 I stay naked as we go to the living room and dad sits on the sofa instead of his chair, so I go and sit right up next to him. "SOOO?" "Aren't you the impatient one. As nervous and hesitant as you were earlier, you sure want to know everything in a hurry now." "Well! That was the hardiest part, I think. Making the decision. Once I made it, all I could think about is what all my Daddy will be having me do this weekend." "Ya, it looked like that was all you were thinking about in the backyard." "Actually it was, Daddy. While I was playing with Max, I was thinking if this is what it will be like with my weekend Daddy?" "Really! Well. Okay then. Let's get started. I can tell you this much about your Daddy. This will be his first weekend also and he is as nervous about it as you are." "So, you know who it is! Who is he? Will I like him? Will he like me? "Sorry dude. No comment on any of that. I'm not allowed to tell you anything about your Daddy, but what I already said." "Oh! So, there are rules then?" "Rules. Yes, there are rules." "Of course, there are always rules. Everything has rules, right? Okay. Let's hear them." "First rule. You will call him Daddy and nothing else. He will call you Eddie or son and nothing else. No full names." "Second rule. He will pick you up here at the house on Friday night at eight. All Daddy's pick up their boys at the exact same time." "Third rule. You are not allowed to know who his real son is or anything about him. So, all photos of your Daddy's real son will be out of sight. Don't go snooping to find out who his son really is. Not allowed." "Fourth rule: You are to wait in the house with the door shut until your Daddy knocks on the door. Make sure the storm door is locked. Your Daddy will give you a code word to identify himself. You are to answer with your code word, so he knows he has the right boy. This is for safety to make sure the wrong boy doesn't go with the wrong man or even some random stranger that happens along." "What's my code words?" "They are written on this card." Dad hands me a card and I quickly open it to see what the words are. My Daddy's code is Artichoke and my code answer is Pluto. Those are random enough that no one other than us would guess them. "Fifth rule: Once the code words have been exchanged and verified, you take your overnight bag and leave with your Daddy, who from that moment on is your authority figure and you are to obey him like he was your real dad. That continues until he returns you to your house at two in the afternoon on Sunday." "Why so early to come back?" "So, you boys will have time to get ready for school, do homework, chores, meet up with friends, go to evening church or anything else you wish to do before the weekend is over." "Oh! Okay. So. I can meet up with Ricky and hang out some on the weekends." "Exactly. Now. Eddie. The returns are the same as the pick ups, only in reverse. All Daddy's return their weekend son to their original home at the same time. He will walk you up to the door and make sure you are safely inside before he leaves. Even though this is daytime, you are to lock the door when you go inside. Again for safety. You are to stay in the house until your real dad gets home to verify you have been returned. We wouldn't want some strange guy to possibly follow you and snatch you right after your Daddy leaves. Although, in your case he would return you quickly as much trouble as you get into." "Funny dad. Real hilarious! That all sounds simple enough. It's the part between being picked up and dropped off that's the nervous part." "Just remember; your Daddy is going to be just as nervous as you are. It was decided since eight new dads joined Daddy Swapping, that for the first few weekends the newbie's will be paired up, so they can get used to it together, before the four Daddies that are experienced join in the rotation." "It sounds like fun. I'm just nervous about how it's going to go is all. If my Daddy is going to be nervous too, then at least we will be nervous together." I yawn really big and rub my eyes. Dad ruffles the hair on my head. "I better get to bed. I have school tomorrow. Good night, Daddy." I lean over and give dad, a kiss on the lips. I would have never thought I would ever kiss another guy on the lips but here I am doing it. This has become our normal night time ritual. "Good night, Eddie." Sleep is still crazy for me, because even though dad told me a lot about what Daddy Swapping is going to be like, he wasn't able to tell me anything about the Daddy I'll have or what we will be doing together. This means my dreams are crazy and wild, going in all directions about what all might happen. The only good thing is that I'm a very deep and sound sleeper and nothing short of the house caving in can wake me once I'm asleep, so no matter how crazy or erotic or embarrassing the dreams, I sleep through them. Heck one night I got up at two in the morning, and walked to school in my underpants while still being sleep. When I laid down on the school steps, dad picked me up and brought me back home, and put me back in bed, and I only know about it because he told me. Evidently, I was dreaming about going to school, so did it for real. The next day at school, I have a very difficult time concentrating. The same goes for Friday. No matter what the class or subject, my mind keeps going back to Daddy weekend and what's going to happen. I find myself daydreaming in class about all sorts of things. Daddy spanking me on the square in front of the entire town. Daddy hanging me up naked by my feet in the school gymnasium and letting all my classmates come and play with my dick. Daddy making me bathe him from head to toe using only my tongue. Like I said, weird daydreams. When the final bell rings on Friday, I practically run home. I get home a good ten minutes earlier than usual. I go straight to my room, strip naked and jerk-off. I've needed to do this all day with being so aroused from my daydreams. Then I do my homework, so it's out of the way. I don't want to think about homework this weekend. It takes me an hour to finish it. Then I start packing. The thing is, I have no idea what I'll need. I figure I'll wear my sneakers and pack my sandals, just in case I need them. I decide to pack shorts for Saturday and Sunday along with a tee shirt for each day. I also pack a pair of slacks and a polo shirt, just in case Daddy is a church goer. Surely he won't have me go to church naked would he? Again with the daydreams. They just won't stop. I debate about underwear. Should I pack boxers or briefs? I have both. I sure I don't want to pack both, because then I'll have to make a decision each day what to wear. I finally decide on briefs. I pack one black, one dark blue and one dark red. I prefer the dark colors because they don't show stains as badly. I never know when I might squirt in my underpants. That gives me an extra one just in case I need it for some reason. Then at the last minute, I remove the red pair and put a white pair in it's place. I never wear the white ones, they just come in the package with the other colors, but this Daddy might like me to wear the white one for some reason. Should I pack swim wear? I have both trunks and a Speedo. The trunks are big and bulky. Not sexy at all. The Speedo is really tight and skimpy and shows the outline of my circumcised penis, which makes it a little too sexy and embarrassing to wear, especially if Daddy wants me to wear it in public. I decide not to take any at all. He's my Daddy, and if he wants me to wear a swim suit he can get me the one he likes. I get a Ziplock bag for my toothbrush and toothpaste, along with soap and shampoo. I throw in my spray deodorant as well. The last thing I want to do is stink and dad says I'm at the age my sweat stinks. With my packing done, now I have to decide what to actually wear. I decide on cargo shorts. I like all the pockets to put things in. Of course, I need a tee shirt to go with it and I decide on a Minion tee shirt since it's yellow and matches my khaki shorts. Now, what am I going to do about underwear? I mean, sooner or later Daddy is going to see me in them and I need to make the proper impression. Should I put the red ones back in my dresser drawer or should I wear them? No. They're too bold and they clash with my yellowish outfit. I put them back in the dresser drawer and on a whim I pull out another pair of white briefs. There's nothing like saying you're submissive better than wearing white little boy briefs. I lay-out everything on my bed side-by-side. Everything compliments each other. I'm satisfied with my choice for my very first Daddy weekend. I just hope Daddy is as impressed with my choices as I am. Now, I won't actually get dressed for my weekend until dad leaves to go pick up his boy for the weekend. I wonder if he is having as much concern over making everything right to meet my dad as I am with making things right to meet his dad? With everything prepared, I have nothing to do with all my spare time. I so hate waiting. I'm the kind of person that just wants to get it done. When dad gets home from work, he finds me pacing back and forth naked through the house. I'm a bundle of nerves. I'm so nervous my dick is soft, instead of boned up. For me that is saying something. I'm so nervous my horniness is dormant. I thought about jerking-off anyway to help calm my nerves, but then what if Daddy wants to do that? I thought about taking a shower, but what if Daddy wants to do that too? I'm so wired that I don't know what to do, so I just walk around and around in circles. "Eddie. Calm down son. It'll be fine. Your Daddy knows you as well as I do. Just like I know his son that will be staying with me this weekend. He knows what you like and don't like. He knows your regular routine. I suspect he'll keep things as normal for you as possible except for the few things he wishes to introduce you to. That's the way I'm going to do it this weekend." "You really think so dad?" "Yes Eddie. I do. Now let's go sit in the living room and talk this through." I follow dad and he sits in his recliner and I take my usual spot on the sofa. "Now Eddie. Just relax and let this weekend play out as it does. Remember, you have the easy part. You just have to follow what your Daddy plans for you. He's the one that has to figure everything out and make it happen." "Oh! I never thought of it like that. He's in charge, so he's responsible for everything, not me. So, he'll be telling me what his plans are. I don't have to make them. But what if he asks me what I want or if I like something or not?" "Eddie. What do your tell me when I ask you a question like that?" "I tell you what I want." "Exactly. If your Daddy asks you something, then tell him how you feel. He wouldn't ask if he didn't want the truth from you. Just don't try and outguess what he wants from you, because he doesn't want anything from you other than for you to be yourself. Remember, you are basically standing in for his son, so he can try out some things before doing them with his boy." "Thanks dad. I'll try and remember that. What's for supper. All of a sudden, I'm starved." "What about Pizza?" "Awesome. A large garbage pizza will hit the empty spot in my stomach." "See Eddie. I asked you a question about what you wanted and you just answered it like you always do. Be the same genuine Eddie that I know and love and you'll have fun this weekend." "Thanks dad. I'll try." Dad orders the pizza and then I think of something else that has been bothering me. I switch to the Daddy mode to ask this. I wonder if he notices when I slip in and out of Daddy mode? It just seems much more intimate when I say Daddy instead of just plain old ordinary dad. "Daddy. Can I ask you something?" "Of course, Eddie. You know you can talk to me about anything." "Ya, I know, but this is about something sort of weird. At least it feels weird to me." "Weird can be good sometimes. What's this about?" "Well Daddy. Before I said yes to doing this Daddy Swapping thing, I needed to know how something would feel and how I would react to it, so I asked you to play with my penis. I needed to know what it's like having a Daddy play with it." "Yes. I remember and it seemed you really enjoyed it." "Oh! I did. I enjoyed it a lot." "So, what seems to be the problem then?" "Well...um...you said that not only would Daddy want to play with my penis, but he'll probably want me to play with his penis." "That's true Eddie, but it's nothing to worry about." "The thing is dad," I switch back to dad mode. "I don't know what it's like playing with a Daddy's penis. I don't know if it's going to freak me out or what. So, I was wondering, once the pizza gets here and we're watching a DVD and eating our pizza, if I could...well...you know...play with your penis. I mean, just to get the feel of it. No, I didn't mean it like that. So, I can see how it feels. No! That way sounds so perverted. I really don't mean it like it's coming out of my mouth, dad. Honest. I'm just so flustered, I can't even explain what I really want." "That's okay, Eddie. I understand what you mean. Calm down and yes, you can fondle my penis just like I did yours and get the hang of it, before possibly doing it with your weekend Daddy." "Thanks dad. I just couldn't say what I mean, but you said it and that's exactly what I meant." Knock! Knock! "That must be the pizza. Here's the tip. You know what to do." I pick up the tip money and walk to the door stark naked like the last time. I open the door and step outside on the porch. Sure enough there's Max holding our pizza, except this time he has his zipper down and his boner is sticking out of his trousers. As soon as I see his boner, I get a boner. I reach over and grab his dick. I give it a few playful strokes up and down to make Max feel good. Then I take the pizza with both hands while handing him his tip. No sooner than I have hold of the pizza, Max grabs my boner and strokes it up and down more times than I did his. I'm standing naked in front of my house staring at Max's boner while he's stroking my boner and sure enough it gets really excited. I think my horniness is mostly from all the pent up emotions I've had all day, but before I know it, I'm squirting sperms out on our front walk. As glob after glob goes flying into the air between us, I look and see Jake and Jason out on the sidewalk sitting on their bikes watching me. Jason is still thirteen and in some of my classes at school. His fourteenth birthday is next weekend, which I guess I'm going to be missing his party now that I'm in Daddy Swapping. Jake is his fifteen-year-old brother. "You know those boys?" "Ya." "Well, don't worry about them seeing you. Jason and Jake have both answered the door to get their pizza and I've seen both of them naked just like you. I've even made Jake squirt more than once. If you're interested, Jason can't ejaculate yet." That surprises me. Jason and I are only a couple months different in age. I thought sure he could squirt. I've seen him pissing at the urinals at school a few times and noticed that he has hairs. Not many, but he has some, not like baldy me. I thought for sure if you had hairs you could squirt. "Really?" "Ya. They're left home alone on Thursday nights, because that's their parents bowling night and they play forfeit games to see who has to get the pizza while naked. It seems to be more embarrassing for Jason, since he can only get a dry orgasm, when I jerk him off." "I never knew." Then it dawns on me what Max just said. "OH! You said you jerk them off?" "Sure. Just like I did you tonight. It's one of the perks of being a pizza delivery man. They must have seen me pull up to your house and decided to see if I jerk you off like I do them." "Well, I guess I'll have to be riding my bike around their house on Thursdays from now on." I wave at Jake and Jason and they wave back. As I turn to go back inside the house, I notice Max still has his boner sticking out his trousers as he walks over to talk to them. I see Jason reach over and grab Max's boner just before I shut the door. I bring the pizza back into the living room, taking my usual seat on the sofa. I motion for dad to come over and stand in front of me, where I begin to undress him. Now, talk about weird feelings. This is the strangest thing ever. Dad has undressed me many times, but this is the very first time that I'm going to actually remove all of his clothes, leaving him stark naked. "Raise your arms up." Dad raises his arms and I pull his polo shirt up and over his head, leaving him bare chested. He's bare chested in more ways than just not having a shirt on. Dad doesn't have a single hair on his chest and only a few sparse ones under his arms. "Raise your left foot." Dad does it and I remove his shoe and sock. "Raise your right foot." Again he follows my instructions and I remove his other shoe and sock, so that dad is now barefoot. Now comes the really nervous part. I reach over and unbuckle dad's belt, unsnap his trousers and lower his zipper. I can now see his underwear. Dad's wearing boxers and he has a full boner. I know, because his boner is sticking out the fly opening of his boxers, staring me right in the face. I let his trousers drop to the floor and hesitantly and with shaky hands, unsnap the snaps on his boxers, so the entire front goes wide open, revealing dad's very sparse pubes. Looking at his hairs reminds me that I might not ever get a full bush like most other boys. Now that his boner is free, I let his boxers drop to the floor. Dad is now standing in front of me in his birthday suit, with his boner pointing at the ceiling. I take hold of it and play with it a little. "Go ahead dad, step out of your clothes and come lay on the sofa with your head on my lap." I watch as my dad finishes getting naked and climbs up on the sofa and lies down on my lap. He takes the remote and starts the movie, which I doubt if either of us is going to watch. With my free hand I get me a slice of pizza and with the other one. I start playing with dad's boner. He also gets him a slice of pizza as he watches my hand play around with his very stiff dick. Ever so often I go down further and rub dad's almost hairless balls. I also enjoy twirling my fingers in what few pubic hairs he does have. When dad's balls get good and hard I move back up to his dick. I even try doing what he did with me and just play with that pronounced ridge around his circumcised pecker-head. Dad doesn't have as much lose skin under that ridge as I do. He said he had a tighter circumcision done that I had. I discover if I touch that ridge and especially the little line running down the back of it, were it looks like it was put together, dad's dick twitches. I'm going to have to remember about this spot. I want to try it out on myself sometime soon or maybe even Ricky. I make sure to stop if his dick twitches too much. I so want him to feel as frustrated as I did when he wouldn't finish jerking me off, but made me wait until the end of the movie. When I return to rubbing his balls, I get me another slice of pizza. I notice dad hasn't finished his first piece. He must be as distracted as I was when he did this to me. I continue edging him, first his dick-head and then his balls for the entire length of the movie. Now, that I'm actually doing this, instead of just dreaming about it, it doesn't feel so weird or strange after all and I don't feel nervous anymore. I watch as dad's entire body tenses up and he moans each time I make his dick twitch by rubbing his dick-head. I also discover totally by accident, that if I do it with my fingernail instead of the flat of my finger, it gets dad excited faster and even more urgent. I love how I'm driving him insane. I've never had so much fun and I've never had this much power over another person before. This is totally intoxicating. I keep dad moaning and squirming around right up until the credits. That's when I take hold of his dick and jerk him off regular. I was going to do it like he did me, but instead I just really want to feel dad's bone hard dick in my fist as I pump him for all it's worth, and sure enough he squirts all over himself very quickly. I made my dad squirt. I jerked him off. Not many boys can say that. I can. I pleasured my dad and he loved it and I loved doing it to him. Then on a total whim. I slide out from under dad's head and get on my knees on the floor facing dad's softening dick and lean over and begin licking him. I taste his sperms for the very first time, and they don't taste as gross as I thought they would. I wouldn't say they taste great but they aren't bad and it's really fun making dad squirm as I lick his very sensitive and now very soft dick. I lick on up his belly and chest to make sure I get it all off him. I'm thinking we probably don't want dad's weekend son to see him with dried sperms all over him, so I make sure to lick him very clean. Once I have him good and clean, I climb up on top of him, laying face down, and give him a big kiss! "Thank you Daddy for letting me do that. I don't feel as nervous as I did before about my weekend Daddy wanting me to touch him now." "I'm more than happy to be of service Eddie, but it's getting late and I really need to get up and get dressed, because it's almost time for me to leave." Dad gets up and goes to get dressed, picking up his discarded clothes as he leaves Now that I'm sitting here alone, I feel a little disappointed that dad didn't want to take a shower with me like we always do now. Of course, I suspect he's saving that for his weekend son. I hope the boy is used to being naked around adults. Now that I started showering with dad again, we always stay naked afterward for the rest of the evening. Dad sees me naked more now than he ever did before. I'm pretty sure he'll do the same with his weekend son, since he stressed keeping routines. "Okay sport. I'm leaving. Come and lock the storm door behind me. You know the code words right?" "Yes dad. I got them." "Good. Have a good time and I'll see you Sunday afternoon." "Good-bye. You have a good time too." As soon as he walks out of the house, I lock the glass storm door and watch dad pull away. When he's gone, I close the wooden front door and lock it. I go to my bedroom and pull on my white underpants along with the cargo shorts, tee shirt and lastly my sneakers. I never wear socks. I grab my bag and go to the front door and wait. I watch out the glass for the man who is going to take me away this weekend. At eight-o-clock exactly, I see a car's headlights come on from down the block and it comes my way. The car pulls into my driveway and a man gets out. He must have gotten here early, parked down the street and waited until eight before coming for me. As the man walks up to my door, I check him out. He's younger than my dad. Maybe late twenties at most. So, that means that his son must be younger than me also. Of course, I'm not supposed to think about his son. But if Daddy is this young, he couldn't have a son very old. Maybe ten but probably younger. He's thin and looks in shape. No fat around his middle like some men. He has dark hair. I can't tell if it's dark brown or black in this light but one of the two. He's wearing nice clothes. Slacks, loafers with socks and a polo shirt. As he approaches my door, I duck out of sight and wait behind the door. Shaking! Knock! Knock! Knock! I'm still shaking as I slowly open the door and we look into each others eyes through the glass storm door. "Hello. May I help you?" "Artichoke." He gave the correct code word. "Pluto." "Hello Eddie. It's great to finally see you in person. You look even cuter in person than you do in your photos. Are you ready to go?" "Yes Daddy. Just let me grab my bag." I reach behind me and grab my backpack. I unlock the storm door and step out of my house and pull the wooden door closed behind me, locking it. Daddy puts his arm over my shoulder and we start walking towards his car. "I understand this is your first weekend and you are a little nervous." "It is Daddy and I'm very nervous. I was shaking all over when you knocked on the door." "I can actually feel you still shaking a little. This is my first weekend also, so we can learn together. How's that sound." "Sounds great." We climb into his car and off we go. Obviously he doesn't live close to here, because we get on the highway, instead of using local streets. "Eddie. What do you say we have a quiet easy first night together. Say when we get home, we go and take a shower and then watch a DVD or two before bedtime? How's that sound?" "Sounds great. That's what I usually do on Friday nights." "Great. When we get home, I'll take you to our room and show you where to drop your backpack and then we can use our master bath to take a shower. I think you'll like the walk in double sized shower with six showerheads." I caught a lot in that simple statement. One, we are going to be naked and shower together. Second, he said our room, so it sounds like I'll be sleeping with him too. "Oh Wow! Six! Water will blast us from all directions, right?" "Yep. You'll be bombarded by water from every direction." I've heard about showers like this but have never seen one, let alone used one. Tonight I'm going to get to do both. "Awesome." We drive for a good forty-five minutes before pulling into a driveway. The garage door opens and Daddy pulls the car inside and closes the door. "We're home son." "Nice house." "Thanks. Follow me. Take your shoes off here at the door, so we don't track inside the house." "Sure. No problem." I kick my sneakers off and follow Daddy through his huge house barefoot. He has socks on. We pass four doors before getting to Daddy's room at the end of the hall. I suspect one of those other rooms is his real son's bedroom and another room is a bathroom, which it seems I won't be using. I have no idea what the other rooms could be since all the doors are closed and I have no intentions of opening any of them. "Go ahead and drop your backpack on that bedside table over there. That will be your side of the bed." Talk about a bed. This thing is Gi-normous. Is that a real word? If not, it should be. I never knew they made beds this big. You could sleep six in it and never touch each other. I drop my backpack and look back at Daddy. "Now, take your clothes off. It's time to take a shower." Okay. This is one of those nervous moments I've been having in my imagination. It was difficult to get naked again in front of dad after not showering with him for so long and he's my dad. Now, I'm going to do it for my Daddy and it feels a lot alike. I have butterflies in my stomach and my dick is boning up. There's no doubt Daddy is going to see my bald boner very soon. As I remove my tee shirt, Daddy removes his polo shirt. He's ripped. Nothing like my skinny body. I unfasten my cargo shorts and watch daddy unfasten his slacks. We both let them drop at the same time. To my surprise he's wearing white briefs also. The only difference is his are Calvin Klein with a grey waistband and mine are all white Fruit of the Looms. "Excellent underwear choice, Eddie. You look awesome in briefs." "Um...thanks. You look good in them too." "Eddie, white is definitely your color. You really should make it your signature color and always wear white briefs on all of your weekends with Daddy. You will instantly win over every daddy in our group." "Really! Cool. I'll do that. My dresser draw is full of them. They always pack one white brief with the colored ones, so I have plenty of them." "Another thing about wearing those briefs is that they make you look a lot younger which is a great thing for us Daddies." "How much younger?" "Eddie if I didn't already know you're fourteen, I would swear you're ten or possibly eleven. Your body and those briefs just yells tween." "I'm not sure that's a good thing Daddy. Boys at school are already going to tease me something terrible when they see me in briefs. And if they make me look really young, that will give them another reason to tease me." Daddy is standing staring at my exposed body. The tent in my briefs is pushing out so much that he can't help but see that I'm fully boned up. I know it's finally time to get naked and my stomach is doing flips. "Well, what are they going to say when they see you without those briefs? From what I'm seeing from here is a bulge in the front of your underpants that will make all those boys very envious of this eleven-year-old standing in front of me. So, lets lose our underpants and see just what we each are hiding inside our briefs." I so want to turn my back to Daddy, but I just can't. I mean, he's going to see me totally naked anyway and there is the fact I want to see him getting completely naked too. That only leaves me with one option. I hook my thumbs in the waistband of my underpants and pull them down to my feet an step out of them revealing my full nakedness to Daddy. "Okay, Eddie. I'm going to have to re-evaluate your age now. You just gained a year with being naked. There's no way an eleven-year-old has a penis as long and as thick as yours. So, I will say you look like a full twelve-year-old now. I would say an early thirteen but with you still being hairless, that stops me from aging you any higher than twelve." "So, I'm still going to get teased at school then. This is our first year changing out for gym class and showering at school and I'm going to look like a bald twelve-year-old in his last year of middle school." "Eddie. There isn't a boy alive at your school that is going to tease you. You know why? I'll tell you why. Your dick is bigger than all of theirs. In middle school it's all about the size of your dick. Yes, hair helps if you have the same size dick as all the other boys, but when you are so much bigger than them, they aren't going to hassle you at all." "Are you sure. I mean look at me. I'm as bald as a baby. Dad says we are all late bloomers in our family and even when it does grow, it never comes in very thick." "Do you swim?" "Yes. Not on a team or anything, but I go to the Aqua-park and swim as much as I can." "Then just tell the boys if they ask about your pubes that you don't let them grow in because you're a swimmer." "I don't get it? How's that going to make a difference?" "Many, if not all swimmers shave their pubes off. I personally don't get it, because it doesn't help them swim any faster since they wear Jammers that cover them up. But, back in the day when they wore Speedo swim briefs, they would shave, so that their hairs didn't poke out the top of their swimsuits. They used to wear some really skimpy swim briefs. But now there isn't a reason to shave, except I think they still do it to set themselves apart in the locker room from the other boys. When the other boys see a bald boy they instantly know he's on the swim team." "Cool. Thanks. I'll try it. But why are your pubes so short? I mean you have a full bush but they are so short." "I keep mine trimmed. I don't like a wild bush." "Well, it really looks awesome on you. I've never seen anyone's bush look that good before. It makes your penis stand out more. Sort of the way mine stands out because I don't have any hairs at all." "Eddie, let me assure you that your penis will stand out even after you grow pubes. You have one magnificent looking boner, that will also be the envy of all the other boys." "I just hope they don't call me nasty names for getting boners in the showers. It's not like I can control them." "Eddie. It's all about self confidence. Boys get boners. It's just a fact. All of the other boys are scared they will get a boner in front of you guys too. If anyone says something about you popping a boner, just say something like; Well, I know mine works, does yours? It doesn't look like it. Maybe your dick is broken. I guarantee they will shut up fast. Boys are very self-conscious about their dicks, so suggesting theirs is broken will hit them hard." "Thanks. I wouldn't have ever thought to say something like that. Here, I've been worrying so much about being naked at school this next term and you just helped me get over most of what I've been worried about." "Happy to help you out. Now son, it's time to take a shower and have some fun together." I walk over to Daddy and he puts his arm over my shoulder and guides me into the bathroom. There right in front of me is this huge walk in shower with six showerheads. Two on each of the three walls. Daddy turns the water on and when the temperature is just right he throws a lever and all six showerheads spray at the same time. "Go ahead Eddie. Go have some fun." Daddy slaps my bare butt with the flat of his hand as I run into the shower like a six-year-old and play under the showerheads as water hits me from all sides. As I play under the showerheads, I replay that slap on the butt. It felt, well, it felt awesome. It actually made me feel like a little kid. On top of the slap on the butt, now I'm running back and forth between showerheads playing in the water like an eight-year-old going berserk. I can't believe just how much fun this is. I'm a fourteen-year-old teenager acting like an eight-year-old little boy. I've always enjoyed taking a shower, but this is beyond fantastic. After a while, Daddy joins me under the water and we both get sprayed from top to bottom and all around. It feels so good. When Daddy is soaking wet he moves over to the side wall out from under the water and soaps himself up. "Eddie. Come here." I go over to Daddy and he begins washing me. Again, this makes me feel like a little boy. Then I remember how young he looks and how young his own son must be. He might actually give his son baths every night, just like he's giving me now. He soaps me up from my hair down to my toes, spending extra time soaping my penis, balls and butt. I, of course, bone back up as soon as he touches my penis. "Eddie. Is bath-time one of your wanking times?" How did he know I used to jerk-off when I took a shower at home? Of course, now that Dad and I shower together, he might take over jerking me off in the shower, but he hasn't yet. "Yes, Daddy." "Good. Then you should enjoy this." Daddy spins me around, so I'm no longer facing him and he pulls me back into his body. I can feel his balls on my upper butt crack and his boner pressing up against the small curvature of my back. That just illustrates just how much taller Daddy is from me and how small I actually am. I probably do look like a ten or eleven-year-old. We are both soapy, so that our bodies slip and slide against each other. I like how Daddy's boner is rubbing my back. Then he drapes his arms down over my shoulders until his hands are touching my balls and boner. Daddy grabs my nuts and begins fingering them back and forth inside my sac with one hand. With his other hand he wraps his fingers around my iron hard boy-shaft and begins stroking what little loose skin is still left, up and down. As he stokes me, I begin moving my entire body in rhythm to his hand on my boner. I can feel my back rubbing up and down against Daddy's boned up pole of a dick. His dick is so hard, I can actually feel the ridge of his dick-head poking my backbone. My own boner is so excited it has me bending at my knees to get a longer up stroke, which means Daddy's boner is riding even higher up my back each time I squat down with the down stroke. My breathing is getting heavier and heavier and so is Daddy's breathing. I know this, because I can feel his breath exhaling on the top of my head. Soon, we are both moaning and I know from my own self-jerking, that it won't be long now before I squirt my sperms out onto the shower floor. Daddy seems to want to keep a slow pace but I won't let him and pump my body faster and harder with each stroke. I bend my legs at the knees and then trust upward as hard as I can. I do this faster and faster. I can feel Daddy thrusting outward with his hips into my back and at the same time pulling me in closer to him with his arms. I can't hold it inside me any longer and I start yelling and squirting my sperms out. Rope after rope of that white sticky stuff, that my dad told me was semen mixed with sperms that makes babies, goes flying out into the air and free-falls down onto the shower floor, to wash away down the drain. As my sperms take flight, I can feel Daddy's warm sperms spraying all over my back. Some go all the way up to my shoulder-blades. I can feel sperms hitting both chicken wings and running down my spine. Daddy is ejaculating all over my back. It's a totally new experience and I'm enjoying it to the max. The bad thing about such a wonderful thing as ejaculating is that it ends way too soon. As we both stop squirting, Daddy just holds me tightly against him, and slowly keeps moving up and down as we both come off the orgasmic high we just shared. When we are both breathing normally again, Daddy spins me back around facing him and pulls me into his sperm covered belly and chest. He washes my backside with soap before releasing me to stand on my own. "Did you have a good time?" "Heck ya. That beats beating my meat by myself." "I bet it does. Go ahead and wash your own front while I wash mine. Once you have it good and soaped up, go play under the showerheads for a while, so you can get good and rinsed off." We both walk back under the water to rinse off and Daddy lets me play under the water for a while longer before he shuts the showers off. We towel dry ourselves and once dry I can't control my emotions any longer and I run to Daddy and wrap my arms around him tightly. "I love you Daddy." "I love you too, son. I'm guessing you enjoyed that." "Oh yes. That was the most awesome thing ever. Can we do it again tomorrow night?" "I don't see why not if you liked it that much." "Oh, I did. I want to do it every time I take a shower." "So, let's go and watch a movie before bedtime. I have Disney plus and the new Peter Pan movie is streaming. Have you seen it yet?" "No Daddy, but I want to see it. Can we watch it tonight?" "Sure Eddie. Follow me into the living room." We both walk to the living room stark naked and when I enter it, I see a long sofa with built-in Chase Lounges on each end. Daddy walks to the nearest one and sits down, spreading his legs out wide and motions for me to join him. I climb up and sit between Daddy's legs with my tail-bone right up against Daddy's soft dick. I lean back into Daddy with my head resting on his chest. I get good and comfortable as Daddy turns on the seventy inch TV and soon the movie "Peter Pan and Wendy" is beginning. Daddy drapes his arms over me and slowly rubs my chest, belly and penis. He isn't trying to make me horny again, just a soft, slow, comforting rub. I forget he's even rubbing me as I get pulled into the movie. I'm a deep movie watcher. Just like I'm a deep sleeper, that's how I watch movies. I get completely absorbed into them. It's like I go right into the movie and I forget all about everything else around me. I absolutely love Peter Pan and have seen all of the movies and have most of them on DVD at home. My favorite is "Pan." It's actually a prequel to the Peter Pan movie. It tells how Peter got to Neverland and became the Pan. My favorite Peter Pan movie is the one with Jeremy Sumpter playing Peter Pan. Before him they used women to be Peter and that is just so wrong in way to many ways to mention. My other favorite movie about Peter Pan is "Finding Neverland." It's about how the author got the idea and wrote the story and produced a stage play of it. Those are my top three favorites about Peter Pan. I really dislike "Hook." An adult man being Peter is silly. Peter Pan doesn't ever grow up, like I'm going to have to do. I never want to grow up. I want to stay just like I am forever. I'm fourteen but I look like I'm eleven which is just perfect for me. Well, except for growing some hairs. Last summer, when all us cousins visited Grandma and Grandpa, they took tons of photos of all of us and lots of them are naked photos, so there are tons of nude photos of me, so I'll always be able to remember exactly what I look like right now. At least in the photos, I can be Peter Pan and never grow up. I soon discover, I'm not liking this version of Peter Pan. Why would Disney change the story so much? Why is Wendy so old? She should be close to Peter's age, but no, she's an older teenager. The worst thing in the movie is that there are Lost Girls mixed in with the Lost Boys. Who in their right mind would make that mistake? Wendy is supposed to be the only girl in Peter Pan's group. Then Hook kills Peter. That's sacrilege. Peter can't die. Yes, Disney ruined this movie. I won't ever watch it again, and I for sure don't want the DVD. When the movie ends and I come back to reality. I can feel Daddy's boner sticking in my back and I see that I have a boner as well. Daddy is still rubbing me when I turn completely around on the Chase Lounge and sit with my butt between Daddy's legs and my legs draped across his legs. I reach over and take hold of Daddy's boner and hold it. I don't jerk it, I just want to hold it while I talk to him. It's big, thick and warm. I really like how it feels and love holding it like this. "Daddy. That was the worst ever Peter Pan ever made. It's even worse than the women Peter Pan movies." "What's so wrong with it?" I explain to Daddy everything I dislike about this movie. I go item by item into great detail as to why it's so bad. The entire time I'm explaining this to Daddy, I'm holding his boner. It stays boned up but Daddy doesn't get horny or excited because I ain't playing with it. I'm just holding it. I finally finish telling Daddy all I don't like about this movie. "Wow! Son! There isn't much that's left for you to like is there?" "No Daddy." "Sorry, I picked such a bad movie for you." "Oh Daddy! It's not your fault. It's Disney's fault for making such a bad movie." I let go of Daddy's boner and move up real close to him and wrap my arms around his neck and give him a big kiss right on the lips. "I love you Daddy. I asked for this movie, so don't feel bad that I don't like it. I like you." I kiss him again. While I'm kissing him, I feel my lips being pushed apart and Daddy's tongue comes into my mouth. This is totally new for me. I just stay still while Daddy licks the inside of my mouth with his tongue. When he pulls it back, I decide to try it myself and see what it's like, so I slowly stick my tongue inside Daddy's mouth and lick the inside of his cheeks before removing it. "Daddy. What kind of kiss was that? I ain't never did that before." "Eddie. That's called French kissing. Did you like it?" "Yes. At first I was afraid that I was going to gag, but then it felt so good I forgot about gagging and just enjoyed it. Did I do it right when I Frenched kissed you?" "You did very well for your first time son, but it's getting late and I have a full day planned for you tomorrow, so we better be getting to bed." Before I know what's happening, Daddy scoops me up into his arms like a little boy and carries me to the bedroom where he drops me on my side of the bed. He then climbs in bed on his side, still naked, so I guess we are going to sleep naked. "Good night, Eddie." "Good night Daddy." To be continued. If you are still interested in the story, that is? Email: Zyngaru@ml1.net