Where it happened: home
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 10
Category: Straight
Bath Time On A Cold January Evening
I remember it well – It was a really cold week in January – 2003. I had just turned 14 and was in 8th grade. The thing is though, for 14, I was still a little kid – maybe 85 pounds at the most, and still very immature. None of that bothered me as I had friends at school, was on the Junior wrestling team and was looking forward to High School in just a few months.
Developmentally I had was just beginning the very early signs of puberty. I had just s few thin, blond hairs around my fairly small weiner, which was maybe 4 1/2 inches erect on a good day. Other than those few blond hairs down there and my head, there wasn’t another hair on my body. I could have easily passed for a 10 year old.
The school week was coming to an end when my mom announced that she and my dad were going to a wedding Saturday and they were going to stay over till Sunday. She didn’t want to leave be alone for that long so she was going to have a girl stay with me.
“Who?” I asked.
“Kathy. Kathy Cronk from down the street.”
I knew Cathy from school – she was a senior and was the neighborhood babysitter. She was a normal, nice girl. Nothing extraordinary, just normal and nice. She hung out with regular kids. She had sat for me a few times when I was younger, but not in the last 3 years or so. If my parents were going to be out, I just stayed home alone for a few hours. But this was for a weekend.
“Mom, I don’t need a babysitter! I’m 14!” I complained.
“I know honey. She’s not coming to be your babysitter. She’s coming to be our house keeper for the weekend. There’s a lot to do; cooking cleaning, and so on.”
“Hummmmmmmmmm – I paused. I guess that’s OK. As long as she understands that I can take care of myself.”
“Good. I knew you’d understand.” My mom said.
Saturday morning came, and Kathy drove into our driveway and came to the door.
“Hi Kathy.” My mom said. “We’re all set for you – I think. If I forgot anything, just wing it – you’re in charge.”
“Hi Kathy.” I said coming into the kitchen.
“Hi lil’ Guy.” She responded.
Everyone called me Lol’ Guy, for obvious reason. I was little for my age although there were a couple of other kids in my class were my size too.
My mom and dad left, leaving Kathy and me on our own. I hadn’t seen Kathy in awhile, up close, and she was pretty good looking. On this Saturday she was wearing tight jeans and a really tight red sweater. OMG – how her tits stood out. When I talked to her, there really wasn’t anyplace else to look. There were just THERE! I certainly wasn’t any expert, but I was sure she wasn’t wearing a bra.
For most of the day she did her thing and I did mine. I had some homework which I did; played some video games; had lunch; went outside for awhile; then came in for dinner which Kathy made; spaghetti – it was good. Then we both settled in watching TV after Kathy had the dishes in the dishwasher. We watched a good move, “The Guns of Navarone” that went on till after 11. Really liked the movie.
I was tired and wanted to go right to bed, but with Kathy said I needed to take a bath or shower – which ever I did.
I still liked taking baths – don’t know, just did. I guess it was part of my lingering immaturity. And I still liked playing with my bathtub toys. Just did. (Don’t tell anyone.)
I went up stairs and started running the my bath, and went to my room to get undressed and get a couple of my favorite toys. The bathroom was directly across the hall from my bedroom door, 3 feet, and I usually went from my bedroom to the bathroom naked – and I did so on this night too. Kathy was down stairs, so no problem.
In the bathroom with a few toys, I pushed the door closed with my foot, turned off the water and got into the steamy, hot water. I liked it hot because I usually spent a long time in there – mostly playing.
It must have been 35 – 40 minutes latter when there was a knock on the bathroom door.
“Lil’ Guy? You’ve been in there forever – are you OK?” Kathy asked with a little concern in her voice.
Startled out of my make-believe world I stammered, “I’m fine Kathy. Just . . . .” I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t say that I was just playing with my toys. I was supposed to be taking a bath – I was 14!
Then I noticed the door knob turn and the door opened just enough for Kathy to poke her head in.
“I’m fine,” I reiterated. I was sort of startled, but not histerical that a 17 year old girl was looking at me naked in the tub. I was under water, and she was outside the door. I figured she was doing her job.
“Well, it’s after midnight and. . . . you havn’t even washed your hair yet. It’s atill dry. What have you been doing?” She said and the door opened enough for her to take one step in.
“Hummmmmmmmm,” I stammered as I tried to hide my sailboat and submarine. It was pretty obvious.
“Oh I see.” She said taking another step in. She was almost to the side of the tub, looking straight down at me. “You have your boats. That is so cool.” She said.
“Hummmmmmmmm . . . . well, yea.” I said still attempting to hide them.
“You don’t have to be embarrassed, it’s fine. Baths are supposed to be fun. Can I see the sailboat?” She asked and reached out her hand.
I took it from my side and handed it to her. She knelt down beside the tub and took it. She looked at it closely.
“It’s a gaff rigged sloop.” She said and gently placed it on the water’s surface beside my legs which were bent up and together tightly to hide my private parts.
“You know about sailboats?” I asked.
“My family has always had a sailboat – a real one – on the River. We sail every summer.” She said and gave my little boat a push with her finger.
It sailed down to the end of the tub where the drain was. I had a lot of water in the tub and it was just a couple of inches below the tub rim.
She reached down and turned it around, pointing it toward me. “Open your legs so she can sail between them.” Kathy said.
Without thinking, I did just that, and in an instant realized what I had done. But she had already pushed the little boat toward me. It sailed very nicely toward me, between my legs and bumped into my chest. Glancing up from my boat, all I could see was Kathy’s tits pressing out from under her sweater. OMG! I knew it was wrong to stare, but I couldn’t stop myself. I smiled. She thought I was smiling about the boat.
“Here, you sail her around and I’ll wash your hair for you.”
I wasn’t sure what was happening and worse I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to be responding. This whole situation started happening so innocently – and before I could think, Kathy was pouring the still warm bath water over my head using the cup from the sink, and I felt her soft fingers rubbing my scalp.
I sat there looking down at my sailboat in my hands between my legs. Kathy’s now soapy hands rubbed my hair. I closed my eyes.
Then she said, “Can you get your head under the water to rinse for me Lil’ Guy?”
With my eyes still tightly shut to keep the soap out, I reached my little boat out for her to take as I slipped onto my knees and put my head under the water. Her gentle hands swished the soap out of my hair and I felt her hands on my shoulders telling me that she was done.
I slipped back onto my bottom, my knees bent up and tightly together again. The water was now cloudy from the shampoo and my weiner was more hidden from view.
Before I knew it, Kathy was soaping my shoulders, back and arms. What was I supposed to do here?????? My mind was whirling with confusion and disbelief. Was this really happening? I didn’t know if I should be screaming in anger for this invasion of privacy or just sitting here letting it happen. I can’t say I was hating it or loving it – I know I was uncomfortable, but not enough to make it stop. It felt good, but very scary at the same time.
My mind was too confused to of what was happening beyond that very moment. Right now Kathy was washing my arms. I was ticklish and giggled when her fingers washed my hairless arm pits.
Then her gentle, soapy hands moved on to my chest, then down toward my stomach – oh my oh my. I made no protest, except to keep my legs tightly together, allowing her to move me about to wash my little body, except down there, I was beginning to get a hard-on.
“Slip down Lil’Guy and rinse off.” I did so and I felt her wonderful hands slip all over the parts she had washed to get the soap off.
“OK – stand up so I can get the rest of you Lil’ Guy.”
That was not phrased as a question or a request. She was just telling he to stand up – naked – in front of her so she could . . . . . I hesitated.
“Up you go.” She said and put her hand under my arm to get me up. I slowly stood up trying to turn away from her – my hands covering my now erect penis.
She started soaping my bottom and worked down my legs, her slippery fingers slipping between my thighs down to my feet. Then she fully turned me toward her and just pushed my hands away from my genitals, and her soapy hands went all over my rock hard boner and balls, and up into my crotch.
Being very early into puberty, I had not yet had a full ejaculation of semen, but I knew about it from all the sex lessons at school. What I didn’t know was how it felt.
But I knew how this felt – her hands slipping all over my erection that was, in my opinion, much larger than I remember it being. OMG! Is all I can say and I was starting to slip into liking this.
Kathy was doing a it more than washing now. Her soapy hands were slipping up and down on my erection, just inches from her face, and her tits under that sweater. She looked up into my eyes with her hand still sliding up and down on my penis saying, “This feels really good doesn’t it Lil’Guy?”
All I could do is shake my head, “Yes!”
She smiled up at me, then she stopped.
“OK – sit back down and rinse off. You’re done.” She said.
I sat down and rinsed off and Kathy got up and got the large bath towel, holding it up for me to step into.
“Pull the drain before you get out.” She said.
I did so, then stepped out into the waiting towel, which she wrapped around me snuggly. It felt really good. I was beginning to like this.
Kathy rubbed my hair vigorously then moved on down my body, drying every square inch of my hairless self – except for the few thin hairs now around my erection, which she commented on saying, “Very nice Lil’ Guy, you’re getting there. Ok off to your bed.” She said taking the towel off me, leaving me very naked, very erect. I hesitated not wanting to dash off to my room, afraid that all this would be over.
“Come on, let’s go,” She said and took my hand leading me to my room.
“What do you wear to bed?” She asked.
“My pj’s – in the closet.”
She turned and took them from the hook on the closet door.
She moved toward me and I sat on the edge of the bed, no longer attempting to hide my erection which now had pre cum oozing from its pee slit. Lately I’ve been making a lot of pre cum.
“Ooooooooooooow look at this.” She said noticing the glistening drop on the tip of my cock.
“Do you know what we should do with this?” She asked as she got down on one knee in front of me, sitting there naked.
All I could do is shake my head, “No.”
She slipped her hands up the insides of my smooth thighs till they were touching my genitals. Then she held my rock hard penis out straight toward her, and she brought her lips to it and kissed the drop of pre cum from the head.
Then without a word, her lips slipped around the head and then down the shaft till she touched my thin blond pubic hairs.
Her lips slipped up and down my little erection a few times, then she stopped, got up saying, ” would you like to touch my breasts?”
All I could do is shake my head, “Yes.”
Then she took my right hand and placed it gently on her left breast. My fingers felt through the wool of her sweater. She was not wearing a bra. I squeezed it gently, not wanting to hurt her. She breathed deeply and said, “Lay down Big Guy.”
I did and she positioned me the way she wanted, then layed down next to me.
She kissed me very gently on my lips. It was heavenly.
Then her head slipped down until her lips wrapped around the head of my penis again. This time she moved more comfortably easily slipping my whole cock into her mouth.
Her hands slipped around to my butt cheeks forcing my little cock deeper into her warm slippery mouth.
Then it started. The feeling that a young man comes to know so well. I ejaculated for the first time in my young life, into Kathy’s mouth.
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