I started the tub, letting it warm up, then turned and helped Gilly get undressed. He was only wearing a T-shirt and his boxers, so it didn’t take much. Then into the tub my frowning boy went. “What’s wrong?”
“We didn’t add any toys for the tubby in your shoppy cart.” He lifted his hands up in an overexaggerated pouty shrug.
I ruffled his hair. “Because I already have some. Hold on.” I pulled a box out of the linen closet. There was a bag of ABC letters that would stick to the wall, a couple of duckies—no bathtime was complete without duckies—five little stackable boats, but the best thing in there was the Ellie the Elephant floating toy. There were also a couple of her friends that I’d picked up when I bought his book. He nearly jumped out of the tub when he saw them. “Hey, hey. Sit back down. No slipping.”
“Sorry, Daddy.” He sat back down in the tub and grabbed her. “You got me Ellie.”
“Of course. You said she’s your favorite.” With how he only wanted that one particular book read all the time, there wasn’t a doubt how much the fictional friend meant to him.
“And I also started recording the cartoon episodes, so you can watch them any time.”
“Like in the morning?”
“Yep.”
He splashed Ellie up and down and made her and her friends ride on the stackable boats. I sat beside the tub watching him play, enjoying it just as much as my boy was. “I like your tubby-tub, Daddy. It’s deep.” The water came up to the bottom of his ribs. I imagined a regular tub barely covered his waist. “I need to wash up. Can you get me that Midnight-something-or-other body wash, please?”
He didn’t remember the whole name of it, but neither did I, although it was the one in the shower we used. I didn’t take a lot of baths, and when I did, I went from tub to shower to wash off after soaking, which meant I didn’t have a reason to keep soap in or around the tub. That may have to change now. “I certainly will.” It was a favorite of mine that I bought from Bath and Body Works. It smelled fruity, flowery, with a hint of coffee, and I loved it when he smelled the same.
Along with the body wash, I brought the shampoo. I soaped him up head to toe, focusing on his cock and balls last. He squirmed as I wiggled my fingers over him then rinsed him off.
“Um…Daddy? Can I get a shower?”
“I guess, but you’re all clean.”
He stood with a huff. “Not all clean…”
It took me a minute to understand he wanted private time to clean himself because he wanted adult sexy time later. I couldn’t argue with that. “Yes. Of course. Let me help you out.” Unable to let go of the Daddy in me, I walked him to the shower and adjusted the temperature for him. When he was ready, I gave him a nod, a small smile, and left him to it. Part of me wanted to stay and help, even with that, but he obviously preferred to do it himself.
Instead, I pulled the comforter to the end of the bed, lit a candle on the dresser, and put the lube and a condom where they would be within reach. He still wasn’t out, so I took off my clothes and dropped them in the hamper before climbing into bed. “Gilly? You okay in there?”
“Yeah… Just a sec…”
“Take your time.” I really wanted to tell him to hurry up but wouldn’t do that to him. This moment was important to both of us. We’d played around a little, but this would be the first time we made love.
I stroked my cock a few times, getting it nice and hard.
Finally, he walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. “Hi.”
“Hi back.” I patted the mattress beside me. “Come on over.”
My shy boy walked over and slid in next to me.
“You still want to do this? We don’t have to, Gilly.” I wanted to give him an out if he needed it. “There’s always another day.”
“No. I mean, I want to. Now.”
I hated to ask him but needed to know. “Are you a virgin?”
He ducked his head. “No. But it’s been a while, and it was only one time.”
“Was it good for you?”
“Oh yeah. I liked it so much, I got me a toy to use. But it wasn’t like we were boyfriends or anything. I never saw him again, but I didn’t really want to either.”
I pulled him to me and rubbed his back. “This will be different, I promise.”
“Yeah, and better. I’ll get to see you again and again, right?”
