Chapter Four
Ford
I dipped my hand into the tub of bubbly water, making sure it was just the right temperature for my boy. I didn’t want to risk him getting burned. But it was perfectly warm and ready. “Okay baby, let’s get that shirt off of you.”
Keegan raised his arms to the ceiling, pulling the cotton up until his smooth sack barely peeked out from beneath it. I gripped the hem and pushed the fabric up his torso, relishing the feel of his soft skin beneath my fingers.
I lifted the neck hole over his head, and then worked his arms out, making sure not to get any paint on the fabric. I didn’t care, but I knew Keegan was worried about staining the shirt, and I didn’t want him to stress.
Once he was bare, I let my eyes roam over his form, taking in every beautiful inch. Every part of him was perfect; his smooth, pale skin, his slim build…even the colorful paint patches covering his arms, because they represented his creative spirit and the fun he had.
Keegan’s body began to react to my inspection; his bottom lip tucked between his teeth, and his dick swelled and thickened. As much as I wanted to explore his body further, I wanted him to relax and enjoy his bath even more.
I held out my hand, and Keegan wrapped his fingers around mine. I guided him to the edge of the tub, and supported him as he stepped over it. He hummed with pleasure as his toes sank into the water’s warmth.
“This feels so nice,” he sighed as he lowered himself into the basin. He swished his hips as he settled in, nearly disappearing into the mountains of bubbles that surrounded him.
“I may have gone a little overboard with the soap, huh?”
“No way! I love them. Ooh, and look!” Now that Keegan’s whole body was in the liquid, the paint was soaking off of his skin, and the colors were spreading across the water’s surface and infusing into the bubbles. “It’s like tie dye.”
I chuckled as I watched him swirl the colors together. At first, they did look like tie dye, but soon they all mixed into what looked like a giant mud puddle. It was much less appealing. To me, anyway; Keegan still looked to be having a great time. He swatted at the bubbles, trapping them between his palms and clapping until they popped and turned to foam.
I thought perhaps he was pretending to be a crocodile, snapping up the bubbles like that, but then he started quacking, so I must have misread the game. Were the bubbles bread crumbs? I wasn’t entirely sure, but Keegan seemed pleased to play in his foamy, muddy paint soup. Maybe I should have given him a shower instead.
I hated to ruin his fun, but I felt like he wasn’t getting clean in the mixture, so it was time to change it up. I told Keegan I would be right back, retrieved a washcloth and large plastic cup from the kitchen, and returned to the bathroom to find my boy sitting still in his paint puddle, giving me a curious look.
“Daddy, if you were giving a duck a bath with rubber ducks, do you think it would try to be their mom, or bite them on the head?”
Caught off guard by the random question, I blinked in silence for a minute before erupting into laughter. “I’m not sure, baby,” I finally answered. “I guess it would depend on if it was a nice duck or a grumpy duck.” Seemingly content with my answer, Keegan nodded and went back to squashing bubbles.
I lowered myself onto my knees next to the tub, and reached into the murky water to pull the plug from the bottom.
“Aw, do I have to get out already?” Keegan pouted, pushing out his bottom lip.
“Not yet. I’m just replacing the water; I don’t think you’re getting very clean in here.” I turned on the tap and tested the temperature of the fresh, clean liquid once more.
“I’m a dirty duck, quack quack,” Keegan announced as he splashed around, making me chuckle again.
“You are a very dirty duck, but I think I can fix that.” I held the cloth beneath the faucet until it was soaked, and then poured a blob of soap onto its surface before touching it to Keegan’s chest. Though it was a clean spot, I was taking the opportunity to touch him everywhere.
I cleansed his chest in small, gentle circles, traveling from his collarbone to just above his navel, which was hidden beneath the water’s surface. I studied every inch as I washed him. Our bodies couldn’t be more different; I was thick-set, padded by good food and admittedly lax habits, and covered in a layer of coarse, salt and pepper hair.
Keegan was slim and smooth. I could feel the bumps of his ribs through his skin, though I couldn’t make them out with my eyes. He was delicate, but not weak. His sass and strong will were proof of that. He was the perfect blend of strength and gracefulness.
Once his torso was covered in suds, I filled the tall cup with warm water and poured it over his skin.
“Mm, that feels good,” Keegan hummed, before lifting his arm out of the basin, stretching it out towards me. His silent instructions were clear, so I got to work.
His arms took a bit more scrubbing to remove the colorful splatters, but my boy didn’t seem to mind; he hummed with each swipe, and his mouth tipped up into a pretty smile as his eyes slid closed.
I thoroughly cleaned his right arm and hand, followed by the left before moving on to his face. In removing the few paint smears on his skin, I also took off his makeup, but it didn’t detract from his beauty in the slightest. He was naturally gorgeous, inside and out.
I filled the cup again and asked him to tip his head back. I used my hand to shield his eyes and poured the water over his head. He moaned as it trickled down his back, and again when I massaged shampoo into his locks, gently scratching his scalp.
But as much as he was enjoying his bath, I was sure it wasn't as much as I enjoyed giving it to him. This is what I’d been missing in my life; someone to care for and dote on. I wanted to meet every one of Keegan’s needs, and spoil him with my time and attention.
Once his hair was thoroughly washed and rinsed, I placed the cup on the side of the tub, preparing to tell him he was free to play for a while; he was clean, and the murky water had disappeared down the drain.
But Keegan had other plans. Without even lifting his head or opening his eyes, he raised his right foot above the water and slightly shook it. I smiled and scrubbed it as well, making sure to get in between each toe, making him giggle.
After both feet were tended to, I folded the cloth and set it aside; I wanted nothing between our skin. I dipped my hands into the water and moved upwards, caressing his ankles, shins, and knees.
By the time I reached his thighs, we were both fully hard. My cock ached within the confines of my jeans, while his pretty pink tip bobbed on top of the water.
I kept my palms on his upper thighs, massaging his flesh. As much as I wanted to creep higher, this was Keegan’s special time, and I only wanted what he wanted and was comfortable with.
One pretty blue eyeball popped open and watched my hands manipulate his skin before slowly raising to meet my gaze. “I need washed everywhere , Daddy.”
That was the permission I needed to close the gap and wrap my palm around his shaft. Keegan’s eyes slid shut again as he relaxed and focused on my touch. I slowly slid my soapy hand up and down his shaft as the water rippled around him. With each stroke, my fist popped above the water into the cool air, and then sank into the warmth again.
“A little lower?” he asked quietly. I swallowed hard and tickled my fingers down onto his smooth sack. I gently massaged and bounced the weightless orbs as Keegan’s head lolled back and forth across his shoulders.
His request of, “A little lower,” came in a whisper. My breath caught in my chest as I slid my index finger down, settling between his cheeks. The bottom of my rolled-up sleeve dunked into the water, but I couldn’t care less. I was fully focused on Keegan and fulfilling whatever his heart desired.
His legs spread until they couldn’t go any wider, pressing against the sides of the tub. A breathy moan escaped him as I traced back and forth across his little pucker. With each pass, he moaned a bit louder. It was the only sound I could hear over my heart pounding in my ears.
That, and his request of, “I need you inside me, Daddy.”
I pulled my hand away to shut off the faucet. I couldn’t fully meet his needs, fully touch him the way he desired, in the tub. I stood up and snatched a towel from the rack on the wall. I turned back to help Keegan to his feet, but found him already standing and waiting, the bottom half of his body glowing pink from the warm water.
I took his hand to balance him as he stepped onto the bathmat. I hurriedly dabbed him (mostly) dry before tossing the towel to the floor and scooping him into my arms. My legs were longer and I could walk faster, so I carried him bridal-style to my bedroom.
I rested him on my mattress and suddenly my clothes were too tight, too heavy, too hot. I ripped off layers, and my hands weren’t the only ones clawing at the cotton. As I dropped my shirt to the floor, Keegan unbuttoned my jeans. He pushed the denim, along with my boxers, over the swell of my ass. I kicked them off, baring myself to him completely.
It was his first full view of my body. I’d never thought of myself as a great prize, but Keegan gazed at me like I was the hottest man on the planet, which only made me harder for him, until I throbbed with need.
“Daddy, you’re so sexy,” he said as his hand crept down his body and gave his own hard dick a squeeze. While the sight was hot as hell, it elicited an unexpected response.
I was on the bed in a flash, straddling his legs. I grabbed both of his wrists and pinned them over his head. “You don’t touch,” I grunted through my teeth. I wasn’t angry; I was so turned on by the control, I couldn’t stop the growl in my voice. “That’s only for Daddy.”
“I’m sorry.” He rounded his eyes as if they were full of regret, but they also held a glimmer of mischief. “Are you going to spank me again?”
I thought about it for a moment, but I thought his poor little cheeks had been through enough for the day, and I didn’t want to risk hurting him. “No,” I replied, and a streak of disappointment flashed across his face before I added, “I’ve got other plans for that cute little ass of yours.”
I let go of his wrists and backed off of his legs. I cupped my hands beneath his knees and pushed them towards his chest. My voice was commanding but caring when I told him, “Hold them there.”
Keegan quickly did as I asked, hugging his legs against his stomach, spreading himself open to my inspection. The redness from the bath water had faded from his milky skin, making the remaining marks my handprints had left behind stand out beautifully. But perhaps the most beautiful thing of all was the perfect pink pucker on full display.
I leaned down and flicked my tongue across it, making Keegan gasp. I was sure it was from surprise, but I wanted to hear him make the sound again from pleasure. So I flattened my tongue against his skin and lapped him like an ice cream cone.
I licked every wrinkle and dip, his sweet musk dancing on my tongue. He was more delicious than the best meal I’d ever eaten, and I ate him like I was starving. His gasp came again, and then turned into a long moan, this time undoubtedly from pleasure.
I licked, nibbled, and sucked at his hole until he quaked beneath me. When I wiggled the tip of my tongue inside him, Keegan bucked, sinking my appendage deeper within.
“Daddy, please,” he begged, baring down and trying to gobble up more of my tongue, “That feels amazing, but I need more. I need your cock inside me.”
He didn’t have to ask me twice. I pulled my tongue free and propped up onto my knees. Thankfully, my arms were long enough to reach my nightstand drawer, from which I retrieved a condom and a small bottle of lube. Keegan moaned again as he watched me rip the foil open with my teeth, and then roll the latex down my length.
As much as I wanted to dive right into his perfect body, my tongue wasn’t much of a warm up for my thick cock. I needed to stretch him, so I poured a blob of lube onto my fingers. But when I touched them against his opening, Keegan shook his head no.
“I don’t want you to prep me,” he insisted, and I nearly blew my load at the sexy determination in his voice.
Still, I didn’t want to hurt him, so I requested, “Tell me your safe word,” to remind him that he could use it if he needed to.
“Pickle.”
“Good boy.” His body shivered in response.
I slicked the liquid down my length and pressed my tip to his hole. I told him to take a deep breath, and when he did, I gently pressed forward. Keegan’s tight circle stretched to its limit around my crown.
“Keep…breathing and…push out,” I instructed, keeping my words and focus measured so I wouldn’t move too quickly. My eyes went cross when my tip popped through his muscled ring, and I bit my cheek until I tasted blood as I slowly sank every inch inside him. Keegan’s vice-like grip tempted me to thrust and fuck, but I stayed still as he adjusted to my size.
Sweat beaded across my brow as I wrestled with every impulse. But I would never hurt my boy or make him uncomfortable. He could use his safe word and I would pull out, snuggle and comfort him, and be just as satisfied.
But he didn’t. After a few deep breaths, Keegan nodded for me to move. I pulled back slowly, and then eased back inside him. I moved easier with each pass, and soon, his body relaxed, and only bliss was painted across his face.
His tight channel hugged me with perfect friction as I fell into a steady rhythm, pulling back and pushing into his perfect body. His eyes rolled back and closed, and his lips whispered my name with each thrust.
But the whispers grew louder until Keegan’s voice filled every corner of the room. His knuckles were white from how tightly he gripped his own legs, opening wider, trying to give more of himself to me.
He begged for more in return, and I obliged; going harder, deeper, faster, pouring every bit of my heart, soul - my very self into him. I lowered my body onto his, sandwiching his dick between us, milking him with each thrust. I whispered that he was such a good boy, and that I was so glad he was mine.
Keegan didn’t answer with words; rather, his loud, desperate cry pierced the air, and his body shook as warm liquid exploded onto our stomachs. The scent drove me wild, and hurtled me towards the edge. I fucked into him at a feverish pace until my balls tightened and my thighs hardened to stone. I called his name through gnashed teeth as I erupted, filling the condom with my seed.
It took a moment for my brain to unscramble and my bearings to come back to me, but I was able to prop myself back up onto my knees. I gently eased out of Keegan, and unwrapped his hands from the death grip they held on his legs. I kissed his drawn, blanched fingers and laid down next to him, pulling his head onto my chest.
We rested in silence together as our breathing calmed. I stroked my hand up and down his back, and Keegan rested his hand on my stomach…before snorting a laugh. “I think you need a bath now, Daddy,” he teased, shaking his own white liquid from his hand.
“I’ll get something to clean us up in just a minute,” I promised. “Daddy needs a minute.” I’d seen the gates of heaven, and was still coming back down to earth.
“That’s okay, I love snuggling with you.”
“I love it too.” It wasn’t all I loved, but I was too nervous to say the words aloud. This moment was too perfect to jeopardize. Instead, I kissed his sweaty forehead and held him close.
“Daddy?”
“Hmm?”
“Once I’m all clean again, can I play some more?”
I chuckled at his impressive energy. I could go for a long cuddle and a nap, but I wouldn’t deny my boy a thing. “Of course, baby.”