Bathtub Discovery
by Xavier L

   This is a fictional story containing sex between a father and his preteen boy.  If you have a hard time separating fantasy from reality, or
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As the weather was getting warmer, I decided it was time to take my 10-year-old son to our vacation home for a couple of weeks or so. His mom is a nurse, and she's been working a lot more lately. I figured it would be a good time to get away since she's hardly ever around anyway.
After our first day there, I decided to take a hot bath. I'm usually a shower guy, but every so often it's nice to just soak. Especially here where you can leave the bathroom window open and listen to owls and crickets.
Just as I was beginning to doze off, there was a knock at the door. “Come in, Milo,” I said.
“Can I join you?”
Huh? “Join me?”
“Yeah, in the tub.”
“Aren't you a bit old for that?” I asked.
“I miss doing stuff like that with you.”
I shrugged and motioned for him to come on. He quickly stripped out of his clothes, and I held onto his hand as he climbed into the bath. He started out by my feet but soon was sitting in my lap. He laid against me. 
After he got settled, I guess I started dozing again because I almost jumped awake when I felt a small hand on my hard dick.
“Is that your penis, Daddy?”
I had to shake my head to be more awake. “Yeah, sorry, Bud.”
“Why is it hard?”
I wiped my face with my hand. “I dozed off, and sometimes when you're warm and sleepy it wakes up your dick. And you're pressed against it which does that, too.” 
“Do you want me to move?”
My dick twitched. “I, I don't know. If it bothers you, probably. It will go back down eventually. But you probably stop playing with it.”
He let go of it and laid back against me. I squeezed my hand under small butt and pushed my peter so it was between my legs more.
“Sorry about that.”
“What does heat do that to yours but not mine?”
I wasn't awake enough for all this shit. “I don't know, dude. I guess when it's warm and something is pressed against it it thinks it's about to have sex? Sometimes dicks just seem to do their own thing when you're older.”
Thankfully he didn't ask more questions, although I did notice when we got out of the tub he seemed to be looking at my Johnson more.

The next morning after breakfast, he went to sit on my lap while we warmed up near the fire. He hesitated before climbing up, though. “You okay?” I asked.
“Is it okay if I sit on your lap, or will it make you hard?”
I closed my eyes and took a couple of breaths. “Well, now that you've said something it just may get hard again, but I doubt it. You can sit more on one of my legs if it bothers you, though.”
He moved into the center where he usually sits. When nothing happened, I could've sworn he moved his butt around a bit. I didn't say anything.
Later we went out on the boat to go fishing. While we were sitting in silence, he asked: “Dad, is it true some guys have sex with other guys?”
I'm glad I was turned to the side. I moved my head away from him and pretended to be checking out something in the distance while I took some deep breaths and rolled my eyes.
“Can we talk about something else, Bud?”
“You've always told me I can come to you with my questions.”
Yes, that's true, and I'm kicking myself for that now. “Yes, Milo. Some men do have sex with other men. Some women have sex with other women. Some people have sex with both men and women.” Figured I'd cover all the bases.
I had some hope when he didn't say anything. “How do men do it with other men?” And there went the silence.
“Well, what do you think? Men don't have a vagina so where else could they put it?”
He thought about it for a few moments. “The butt?”
“Bingo!” I said. My line started moving like I had hooked a fish, so I began reeling it in grateful for a distraction.
As he put the net in the water to help me, he asked “Does it feel good?”
Dear gawd!! “I don't know, Milo. I've never had it done to me.”
Another pregnant pause. 
“Have you done it to someone?”
What the actual fuck?! “Milo—“
“Well?”
OK, fine. “I did once with a girlfriend.”
“You didn't like it?”
“Oh, I really liked it, but I guess when it's your first time it's kind of painful, and she wasn't interested in doing it again.”
“Mom won't let you?”
Dude! “Nope.”
We had more silence, and I figured we were finally done.
“What does 'horny' mean?” he asked.
“When you get a bit older, your body will want to have sex. Often. So when someone says they're horny it means their body is nagging them to have sex.” 
“Oh, that makes sense.”
It does? “Where did you hear that?”
“You've said it to Mom at least a few times. She isn't around much these days, so you probably don't get to have sex very often.”
No, no I don't. “Well, now you know.” And apparently we need to be a lot more careful with our conversations.
The rest of the day was uneventful, although it did seem he was trying to make me hard again when he was sitting on my lap.
“Milo, it really isn't comfortable for me when you keep moving around,” I finally said at one point. He stopped.

A couple of nights later he asked to sleep in my bed with me. As he climbed under the covers, he said he was cold. It was a lot more chilly tonight for sure. So I pulled him close so that we were spooning. I wrapped my arms around his small chest.
He pushed against me, and I figured he was just enjoying my warmth. However, after a bit I could feel—some tension. He pushed his butt against me more firmly, and I began rubbing one of his nipples with my thumb.
One of his hands moved to my leg and started playing with the hairs. I noticed his nipple was stiff. I could feel my dick was growing, and I decided I was going to just see what happened.
I kissed his cheek as my hand began sliding down his thin torso. I felt him press his butt against me more firmly. Soon his hand slid between us, and I could feel him rubbing my hard-on through my boxers.
I was feeling so fucking horny, and he seemed to be wanting this so I didn't fight my lust. I slowly slid my hand down further. My other hand could feel his rapid heartbeat, and I was emboldened. 
My fingertips were now at the waistline of his briefs, and his small hand was following the outline of my hard cock through my underwear. 
“You got me hard again,” I finally said softly with my lips against his ear.
I remained motionless as he slipped his fingers into my fly and pulled my hard meat out. When he did this, I moved my hand down further and found the tent in his briefs. I began moving my fingertips against his hard-on.
I began lightly sucking on his neck, and I felt his hand move away from my erection. For a second, I was starting to wonder if I had moved too fast, but I felt his underwear moving beneath my hand. Soon I was touching the flesh of his hard dick.
He took hold of my dick, and I felt him moving it to the crack between his cheeks.
I should've stopped. I should've resisted. But at this point, all I could think about was his tight hole and how badly he seemed to want his father to be inside him.
“You. . . you can put it in,” he finally said.
“Are you totally sure, Milo? Because once I start, I don't know if I'll be able to stop.”
“Do it, Daddy.”
I pushed forward and felt my dick slide into his anus. I pushed in a bit more, but this was tough going so I pulled out.
“Don't stop, Daddy!”
“I'm not going to, baby, but I need some lube.” I quickly stripped off my boxers.
“What's that?”
“It will make my dick slippery. You're so tight I can't get in without some help.”
I noticed him peeling off his briefs while I grabbed my lube. I prepped my cock and squirted some more on my fingers as he got back onto his side. I inserted a couple of fingers into his hole to lube it up better.
If I wasn't already committed, feeling his tightness against my fingers was enough to blind me to any restraint. I quickly moved back into position. I guided my cock to his hole and pushed it back in.
“You can push backward to help if you want,” I said as I started slowly feeding him my meat. It didn't take long before I felt him moving his butt backward. “You want that cock pretty bad,” I observed. I pushed forward a bit faster and felt his ass muscles clamp down on me.
Once he relaxed, I kept pushing it in. I no longer cared that he was my little boy. His tight hole drove me on, and nothing would stop me at this point. Soon I had enough of my meat inside him that I could let go of it and move my hand to his dick. I expected to find that he was soft, but he was rock hard. I started slowly stroking him. He immediately began pushing his butt backward more.
“You want my whole dick inside you, don't you baby?”
“Yes, Daddy! I want it all!”
I maneuvered so that he rolled onto his belly. “Here you go, little boy,” I said as I plunged it into his sweet ass. I could hear his mouth was buried in the pillow as he groaned in discomfort. “Take a few deep breaths,” I said. I could feel his back muscles move as he breathed, and I went ahead and shoved the rest of my throbbing meat in until our bodies were pressed together.
He kicked his legs briefly, and once he stopped I moved my hips to make sure I was completely buried in his ass. I kissed the side of his face. “You did it, baby boy. You took it all.”
I lay on top of his small, sweaty body while his butt adjusted to having my cock spreading it open.
It took every ounce of my willpower to not just bust my nut right then. When he moved his face out of the pillow, I started kissing his cheek as I began moving my hips.
“Your ass is the tightest hole I've ever fucked,” I said.
“You said. . . dicks like tight . . . holes,” he replied in between taking breaths since I was now sliding my dick back and forth in short motions.
“My dick is fucking loving your butt, Milo.” 
Soon I shifted my hands so they were supporting my upper body's weight while I began moving my hips more eagerly.
I was already addicted to his hole. After a few moments I was doing deeper thrusts. I could see by the expression on his face he wasn't fully enjoying this, but I didn't care. 
I was near orgasm, so I left my rod buried in his sweet hole. I lay against his body again. I took him by the chin and turned his face toward me more. I began kissing his lips, and my lust forced my tongue past his lips.
Soon I could no longer edge, and I found myself pounding against his butt cheeks until I came so hard I thought I might pass out. My dick unloaded so fiercely I wasn't sure it was actually going to stop.
When my orgasm finally slowed down, I wasn't ready to pull out so I grabbed onto him and moved us back onto our side. My hand rubbed up and down his body. After a bit, I felt him move a hand between his legs, and soon his fingers were massaging my balls.
His dick was soft, and I rubbed his smooth sac for a bit before lightly pinching one of his small nipples while we kissed some more.
I came so hard it felt like I was exhausted. I pulled the sheets back over us. “You were fucking incredible, Milo. I love you so much,” I said as sleep began to take me over.

When I woke up in the morning, I had slept so soundly I almost felt disoriented. It even took me a bit to realize where my bedroom was since it looked different from home. I glanced to my left and saw Milo's bare back. I gently lifted the sheets and confirmed he was naked. Yep, it really happened, I thought as I slid out of bed to relieve my bladder.
I got dressed quietly and went for a walk to try to help clear my head. It was difficult, though, because I kept getting flashes of the back of his blonde head, how his smaller body felt beneath me, how incredibly tight his ass felt yet how eager he was to have me fuck him.
Then I felt pangs of guilt. What the fuck were you thinking? He's 10! went through my head. My lust responded that he made the first moves. 
I was still wrestling with it by the time I returned. He was asleep, so I started making breakfast. I think the smell of bacon woke him up because just as I was pouring the pancake batter into the pan I heard him say good morning.
He came over to me still bare naked and gave me a big hug. I kissed him on the forehead.
We ate breakfast together as if nothing unusual had happened between us. He told me about games he's playing and some of his friends.
After cleaning up, I took my coffee and went out to the porch to enjoy the fresh, cooler air. He sat on my lap after I got in the chair. I tried to ignore the feeling of his smooth skin. We sat in silence other than the sounds of birds in the nearby trees.
Soon he broke the silence: “Daddy, I've heard you asking Mom to suck your dick. Can I see what it tastes like?”
I almost choked on my coffee. I looked into his burning blue eyes. I gently slid the back of my fingers across his soft cheek and rubbed his bright red lips with my thumb.
My dick was responding even though my brain was trying to stop things. “You know, we shouldn't be doing stuff like this.”
“Why?”
“Well, partly because you're really young and partly because fathers and sons aren't supposed to have sex with each other.” While my mouth was moving, my hand moved to one of his thighs. As my fingertips gently slid up and down his inner thigh, my dick was getting rock hard.
“You've always said 'sex is love' so why can't we?”
While I tried to come up with a good argument, my dick twitched against him. He leaned in and lightly kissed my lips before I could feel his tongue moving against mine. 
I felt the fire of passion and desire rip through me, and my hand moved from his thigh to his wood. I stroked him slowly as we kissed.
He broke the kiss as he slid off my lap. His fingers moved to my shorts, and as he untied them I pulled my T-shirt off and dropped it on the ground. He slid my shorts down and off feet, and I spread my legs apart. I stroked his cheek as he moved between my legs.
He began by sucking on my hairy balls. I bit my lower lip as his tongue slowly followed a vein on my cock as it went upward. He looked curiously at my precum and slowly licked it from the tip of my dick.
He licked it again more briskly. My hands clenched the arms of the chair as I saw his lips open wide. I almost flinched when I felt them sliding over my cock. He slowly moved downward. I just wanted to grab his head and yank him down so that my cock buried deep in his throat, but I forced myself to resist.
I rubbed my nipples with one hand as his mouth moved slowly up and down the meat that made him. 
Soon he said “Why doesn't Mommy like doing this? I really like it.”
He went back down on me before I could answer. “I don't know, buddy. Some women just aren't into it.” I lightly gripped the back of his small head. His small hands rested on my muscular legs as his mouth continued slowly blowing me.
“They're silly,” he said after a few more slides. A bit later I heard him gag. “I want to get it all in my mouth, but it's so big.”
Without even thinking I replied: “Guess it just takes practice.”
“I plan on practicing a lot!”
That made me happier than it should. 
After he had worked on me for a bit, I suggested we change positions. I stood up and moved to the side. As soon as he was sitting on the edge of the chair, I had my body right in front of him. He took me back into his mouth and made himself gag again.
As his movements became more earnest, I gripped his head more firmly. I began pulling him toward me as I moved my hips forward a little. I felt his small hands grabbing my ass, and I started picking up speed.
My orgasm was started to build. I now had his head between both of my hands, and I was pumping eagerly. A few times I know I fed him too much because he was coughing, but he kept going.
“Yes, Milo! Ohmigawd, baby!” I wanted to slow down, but my cock was going to have none of that. I heard him gag more often, but we both kept our rhythm. Soon I was yelling “Fuck!” and holding his head in position as my balls emptied a load down his hungry throat. 
His occasional gagging sound as he swallowed my jizz was a fucking huge turn-on.
“Yes! Swallow my cum!”
When I finally relaxed my grip, he continued milking my meat. My dick got really sensitive so I had to pull back. He reluctantly allowed me to remove my cock from his mouth.
“Did I do good?” he asked hopefully.
“Oh my fucking gawd, Milo. You were fucking amazing!”
“Will I be able to suck it again?”
I looked down at my little boy's angelic face. His pale skin was still flush from his hard work. “Oh, beautiful boy I'm looking forward to it.”
He gave me a big grin before asking if we could go cuddle. How could I say no?

After cuddling we went for a swim in the pond. We were still naked, and at one point when we were kind of wrestling around he wrapped his legs around my back and his arms around my neck. We were facing each other, and I used my hand to sweep some of his hair off his face. There was instant tension. I kissed him on the forehead, then the tip of his nose. When our lips met, his tongue shot forward, and we kissed passionately.
“I love you so much, Milo,” I said.
“And not just because I did such a good job of sucking your dick?” he asked with a smile.
“No, not just because of that. And not just because you took my whole dick in your tight little ass.”
“My butt still feels a bit sore from that.”
“I'm not surprised.” We kissed again.

The rest of the day was uneventful, though I noticed we seemed to cuddle and touch each other more.
We didn't stay naked the entire day, mostly because I didn't feel like injuring my dick while doing stuff around the house. When it was time for bed, I stripped down to my boxers as usual. When he came out of the bathroom from brushing his teeth, he smiled at me as he took off all his clothes.
He climbed into bed and moved on top of me. As we kissed, I let my hands glide up and down his small, bare, silky skin. After a bit, he moved down slightly so he could rest his head on my chest. I played with his hair while his fingers toyed with my chest hairs.
Soon he was sucking on my nipple.
“You're gonna make my dick hard,” I said after he continued.
“I know,” he replied as he looked back up at me. I took hold of his chin and bent my head forward so we could kiss again. He moved up so we could kiss more eagerly. I felt him rubbing against my groin. I put my hands on his ass and kneaded his butt cheeks.
“I want to feel you inside me again, Daddy.” As he reached over to the nightstand, I stripped out of my boxers.
He held onto the bottle of lube while he took my growing meat into his mouth. I slid my middle finger into his tight hole and slowly moved it back and forth while he got me rock hard.
As soon as I was stiff, he squirted the lube onto a palm. I watched as he slowly worked it up and down my throbbing rod. He straddled me, and I took hold of my greasy cock as he moved around until he could successfully line up the tip with the entrance to his sweet hole.
He gave me a serious look, and his eyes burned into mine as he began sitting down on my meat.
“It feels so good!” he sighed.
I yanked him toward me and shoved my tongue into his mouth. I grabbed his ass as it continued swallowing my cock.
Once it was halfway buried inside him, I started moving my hips.
“Oh, Daddy!”
I was completely on fire now. “Take that whole fucking cock, son! Move up and down.”
He started fucking himself with my dick. I massaged his thin thighs for a bit before stroking his little hard-on.
“All the way, baby!” I moved my fingers to his nipples for a bit before taking hold of his shoulders and pushing him down as I thrust my hips upward. It took a few more pumps before he was sitting completely down.
He put his hands on my legs and leaned backward as I went back to stroking his tool.
Soon he repositioned his legs so that he could move his body up and down more easily, and he began riding my dick. I no longer had any guilt. This was my boy who wanted my cock, and I was going to fuck him every chance I could get.
“Yes, Milo! Ride my cock, boy!”
“It's so big! I love your cock, Daddy!”
“It needs you, baby,” I said as I pulled him down for a hungry kiss. We tongue kissed greedily as I continued pumping my meat into his young hole. 
Soon he was sitting on my lap again. He was making himself go up and down fast. Every so often he would fall forward a bit and have to put his hands on my chest. Part of me wanted him to slow down, but it was so fucking hot watching him ride me and the look of pleasure on his face.
After a few more moments, he kind of cried out and look down in surprise. I took hold of his dick and could feel it twitching. My boy was having his first orgasm. It was dry, but I loved that it had been his daddy's cock that brought him to that point.
As his orgasm waned, he returned to riding me hard. It didn't take much longer before I was once again emptying my load inside him. I pulled him down so we could kiss while my dick twitched in his ass.
When he climbed off me, I had him get on his side so we could cuddle. I guided my dick back into his hole.
“You going to fuck me again?”
“No tonight, buddy. I just want to fall asleep inside you.”
“I like when you're inside me.”
“I'm so happy to hear that, baby boy.” I was feeling quite happy that my wife has to work so much now.