He lowered himself into the water, dejected.
I reassured him that he would not be disappointed.
“Can you duck your head and get your hair all wet?” I asked.
“Yes, Daddy.”
His golden gleaming head vanished, then came up, his hair plastered to his scalp.
Ignoring my rampant hard-on, I put my hands around his waist and pulled him between my legs until his back rested against my chest. Then I reached for the shampoo and squirted it over his hair. When my fingers kneaded his scalp, he sighed.
“Oh, Daddy. Yes. That feels so good. Almost as good as your fingers inside me.”
I chuckled. “Wonderful.”
He butted the back of his head against my chest as I massaged his head. His ass scooted all the way up to my crotch. My cock rested against his lower back, begging to thrust. But I stayed still, forcing control over my body.
When I was satisfied with Sage’s hair, I said, “All right. Move forward and we’ll rinse under the faucet with fresh water.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
So sweet. So perfect. How did I get so lucky?
I bent over him. We were in the perfect fucking position, my body over his, his ass up and my cock so hard for him, pushing now against his tailbone. My lungs quivered. Soon, I told myself. Soon.
I reached out and turned on the faucet, testing the temperature with one hand until it was warm.
“Okay, put your head under.”
He obeyed and I rinsed his lovely blond hair, my fingers combing through it back and forth.
His head was down so he could breathe. I covered him with my body as I got all the shampoo suds out of his hair.
When I was done, I turned off the water and pulled him up to my chest again, holding him for a few seconds, feeling his warm, wet skin against mine. He was completely pliant in my arms.
The air had turned warm and steamy. He smelled of vanilla, the scent of my shampoo. I nuzzled his left ear.
“Ready to get out?”
“Hold me tighter for a second, please, Daddy,” he whispered.
I pulled him close and together we breathed in and out, our breaths matched.
Finally, he spoke again. “Okay, Daddy. I’m turning into a prune.”
I pulled the plug and the water made a gurgling sound as it began to drain. The ducks and the boats and the fish all fluttered about as we stood, water pouring off our bodies.
I stepped out first. The air was cool but not too cold. I grabbed two big fluffy towels and wrapped my body in both, first his upper body, then the lower.
He stepped out of the tub, clutching the towels awkwardly. I helped him dry off, fluffing his hair as I rubbed a towel over his head. He squawked a little but tolerated it.
Still in my arms, he turned and reached for a dry towel, pressing it against my chest, patting me down.
“My daddy is all wet.” His voice came out low and melodic.
“Let’s move to the bed, shall we?” My cock kept poking him and his was fully erect.
“Yes, Daddy.”
