Date: Thu, 13 Oct 2011 19:05:25 -0500
From: Karl <karlsfriend@gmail.com>
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.

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