Daddy Preston dipped the cloth into the water. “How about your neck and shoulders?”
“Okay.”
The cloth pressed soft and warm against my skin. He started at the nape of my neck, then ran it over my shoulders side to side across my upper back. Amazing. I hummed low in my throat and pushed the sailboat hard until it bobbed and swayed as it hit the side of the tub. As Daddy washed me, I grabbed a plastic fish, delighted to see it was a squirt toy. I held it under the water to let it fill up through its mouth, then pulled it up and squeezed. A fountain of water shot up in the air.
“Look, Daddy.” I couldn’t stop laughing.
“I see. That’s very cool.” His hand came around my front. I turned my head so I could stare at the muscles of his chest as he worked.
“I can’t believe you got these toys,” I said.
“I hoped you’d like them.”
“And you bought so much special food I like, too.”
“If I’m going to be a daddy, isn’t that my job?”
I looked up at his face. Our eyes met. “Don’t just do it because you think you have to.”
His gaze softened. “It’s for me, too. I’m allowed to enjoy this, too, right?”
“Right. But you be you, too.”
He moved the washcloth in slow circles against my chest. “What we have together so far feels very natural to me when I’m around you.”
“So far?”
He caught my chin with his spare hand and tilted my face up to his. “Yes. It’s been wonderful. This isn’t a hookup.”
I blinked. My mouth dropped open and before I could blink again he pressed his mouth to mine. The cloth fell with a plop into the water as he cupped my cheeks to prolong the kiss.
When he pulled back, I hissed in a lungful of air. He had literally taken my breath with that one.
I kept staring at his alluring gaze, soft and brown.
“I think I want to get in there with you,” he said softly.
“Yes. Daddies are allowed to do that. And I’m a big boy right now.” It was the cue that I wasn’t a baby and he could do big boy stuff. I kept reminding him just in case he wasn’t sure.
He stood. His cock proudly pointed toward me as he straddled the tub’s side and stepped in. My daddy was so handsome. I was the luckiest boy in the world.
He sat down in the water and faced me, knees bent and sticking out of the water. The water level went up and waves crashed against my ribs. “Oh, that is nice,” he commented.
“Baths are fun times.” I picked up a second boat and handed it to him.
Together, we raced our boats through the slowly melting bubbles, making waves that caused them to topple, then right themselves once again. We laughed and splashed as my new daddy truly and actually played with me.
Eventually, he took up the cloth again. The water was becoming clearer. I could see all of him and he could see all of me. We were both fully hard now.
“Can I finish washing you?” he asked.
“Yes, Daddy.” I spoke in my most needy-boy voice.
My skin began to tingle before he even touched me. First, he used the cloth and soap on my chest and my arms. Then the cloth dropped and it was just his hands, slippery, all over me.
He scooted close to me, his palms moving up and down my thighs. I leaned into him, knees bent. His hands slid to the insides of my thighs.
The soap floated on the water, the bubbles almost gone. He reached for it and said, “Keep your legs spread nice and easy. That’s right.” He soaped all the way up my thighs until his hands cupped and lightly squeezed my balls. “Nice and clean there,” he continued.
