Chapter 15 Chad
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Alex retreated to the farthest end of his bed. He knew he did
something that he shouldn’t have. He thought that I’d be mad.
Surprisingly, though - and I was willing to bet that it was more
shocking to me than it would be for him - I wasn’t.
He sucked my finger but that didn’t bother me.
My priorities have been established. My mind has been set. My duty has
been made clear.
Tonight, Alex was my responsibility.
Tonight, he was my baby.
“You did a very, very bad thing,” I glowered.
A flush of shameful red spread over his cheeks. He curled into a ball as
he tried to bury his face between his knees.
“Daddy’s finger ain’t that clean,” I began to explain to put an end to the
embarrassment he was enduring. I, myself, felt distraught for having him go
through that. “What you did was unhygienic.”
His eyes lit up, relieved perhaps by what I just shared. A smile returned
on his face.
“You’re not off the hook yet,” I warned him sternly. As if on cue, he
pouted once again. “Baby boy not only needs to eat, he has to remain clean...
all the time!”
He nodded with delight.
“So,” I continued to say as I lifted my nose in the air and snuffled,
pretending to have smelled something foul. “When was the last time you had
a bath?”
That rendered him motionless as hot blush settled over his face. I could
only assume that he was imagining what was forthcoming.
“A long, long, long time ago, I guess,” I said as I continued to catch some
whiffs of his scent.
His lips wrenched into a wavy line. The poor thing was clearly
nonplussed.
I walked towards his side of the bed and carried him. A soft gasp escaped
his mouth as soon as I lifted him, but his body didn’t protest.
He was light. Around 170 pounds by my approximation. I brought him to
the bathroom. I was able to support his weight with one hand as I freed the
other to switch the light on and to turn the faucet to fill up the bathtub.
Thereafter, I closed the lid of the toilet bowl and sat him there. I knew I
didn’t have any bubble bath liquid (I never take bubble baths) so I had to
improvise. I grabbed the bottle of shampoo I had and hoped that it was
enough to make the water foamy. I squeezed the container and unloaded the
content. I might’ve squished it too hard as the bottle was almost emptied.
Still, it wasn’t enough to produce my desired effect, but at least the water
became frothy enough for a nice wash.
“Time for washy washy,” I invited Alex.
His face was a picture of unbridled glee. He kept rocking his butt and
swinging his feet up and down from where he was sitting.
“You gonna get here or do I have to carry you again?” I asked him.
He replied by extending his arms towards me.
And so I helped him up until he was standing on the toilet bowl, towering
a foot or so over me. I unbuttoned his onesie and lifted the garment, but I
could only reach his elbows. “Help daddy a bit?” I asked him.
It took him a few seconds to remove his onesie over his head as he was,
once again, stupefied by what was happening. Once it was off, I proceeded to
unclasp the velcro of his diaper.
He didn’t know what to do when he was completely naked before me.
Instinctively, perhaps, he covered his midsection with his hands.
Instinctively, as well, my attention was drawn towards that area.
And I was quite shocked by what I saw.
Alex had a f*****g boner!
This thing we were doing was turning him on!
I must admit, that made me want to squirm a bit. I was used to getting
some sexually positive reaction from chicks. But from a guy? The mere
thought of it never even crossed my mind.
But I had to accept it.
And I did.
Tonight, I was responsible for Alex.
Tonight, he was my baby.
Tonight, I was his daddy.
And daddies never give up on their kids.
“You feeling shy about your willy?” I teased him. “Don’t be. Ain’t
nothing I haven’t seen before. Daddy’s got one too, y’know.”
That made him chuckle, so much so that he snorted.
“Well, let’s go,” I ordered him.
But he didn’t want to move. Instead, he held his arms towards me once
more. It was clear that he wanted me to carry him again.
And so I did.
As soon as his feet touched the water, he flinched and began to shiver. It
was only then when I realized that I forgot to adjust the temperature when I
was filling up the bathtub. The water was cold and he didn’t like it.
“S’okay, baby boy, you’ll get used to it,” I assured him as I helped him
settle on the tub.
Eventually, Alex’s body adjusted to the point that the chilly bath wasn’t
bothering him anymore. I sat on the rim of the tub. I tried to look for a sponge
before realizing that I didn’t have one in the bathroom. I never used any of
those stuff.
So, I just picked up the soap.
I rubbed the bar all over his wet body. He let out some soft moans every
now and then. I didn’t think they meant anything s****l. He just felt good
about what I was doing, and probably, he was trying to stifle his need to
laugh whenever I reached a ticklish spot.
The water already had shampoo and I had little left in the bottle, so I just
grabbed the plastic glass nearby - the one for rinsing my mouth after brushing
- and used it to ferry foamy water from the tub to the top of his head. I ruffled
his hair to make sure that I’d be able to clean as many strands as possible.
That made him snigger. His entire body shook with uncontrollable elation
like he was being tickled everywhere.
“Steady now,” I reminded him. “We ain’t finished yet.”
We stayed in the bathroom for almost an hour. Many times I tried to wrap
things up by grabbing the towel, only to be met with a glare and some groans.
He didn’t want to leave so I gave him a few more minutes to stay in the tub.
That scene happened around four or five times before I was able to convince
him that washy time was truly over.
His face was brimming with resentment when I was wiping his body with
the bath sheet.
His previous diaper was still dry, so I decided to put it on him again. I
noticed his diaper bag earlier and it wasn’t that packed. We had to save on
nappies, otherwise, I’d have to go on a supermarket run just to get him some
new ones.
He refused his onesie, though, preferring to enjoy the comfort of being
semi-naked instead. I didn’t force it. I carried him back to bed and laid him
down on the mattress.
He found his pacifier and sucked on it. That reminded me that he rejected
his milk bottle earlier and that he hasn’t eaten anything yet.
“Is my baby boy hungry?” I asked him.
He didn’t reply, though his face did twist into a sad shape a bit. That was
enough to tell me that he was indeed starving.
But I didn’t have anything to feed him.
I began to worry that his hunger might lead to discontent, and discontent
might lead to a tantrum I was ill-equipped to handle. Hence, I tried to think of
something that would make him feel reinvigorated despite the emptiness in
his stomach.
The can of baby powder sitting on my desk came to mind.
I kept it handy so that I could relieve myself from summertime itches that
were always made worse by the California weather. I thought that maybe,
just maybe, putting powder on his bare body would make him feel good. I
mean, that’s what parents often do to their young ones after giving them a
bath, right?
I began to pour some talc over his chest and spread them out with my
hands.
He laughed hysterically.
I couldn’t believe how ticklish he was. This was the third time when he
responded that way to my touch.
“Oh, baby doesn’t like that?” I asked playfully as I rubbed the powder
under his arms.
He laughed even louder, wiggling madly to escape my grasp.
“Well, you seem to be enjoying it so maybe I should continue?” I pressed
on as my hand reached for his tummy.
And again, his laughter intensified. He tried to push me away with his
feet but I didn’t surrender.
“H’bout this?” I continued my attack as I caressed his knee. He was
losing it. “Or this?” I went on, running my fingers across the side of his neck.
He was laughing so hard that he was already wailing.
In the middle of that chaos, however, with our limbs flinging everywhere
and with him desperate to stop me, his hand accidentally grabbed hold of the
thing that caused some problems for us last week.
My c**k.
He was surprised at what happened. He paused for a while as he tried to
process things. When he eventually realized what was really transpiring, he
quickly withdrew his hand and turned to his side. He was too ashamed to
even look at me.
He was afraid too.
Afraid that, like last time, that act of his would put an end to the what we
were doing.
It would’ve.
But not tonight.
Tonight, Alex was my responsibility.
He was my baby.
I was his daddy.
And it’s a daddy’s duty to make his baby feel content and happy.
I reached for his wrist and lifted his hand, much to his shock. I pulled it
closer to me... closer to my groin... until it touched my d**k. I led his fingers
to close around my trunk. I squeezed his hand so that it, too, would squeeze
my manhood.
A surge of excitement rushed throughout my body. It was a completely
unexpected sensation, one which compelled me to explore some more.
But tonight wasn’t for me.
Tonight was for him.
I released my hold on his hand only to squeeze it once more a second
later. I kept doing that for quite some time.
“There you go,” I whispered to him. “That’s how you do it. Now you
know, baby boy. Do you want to go on?”
His eyes were almost bulging from their sockets and his mouth was wide
open when his head slowly nodded.
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