9. Tad

It wasn't easy to pull Ollie away from his toys when dinner was ready, but after I told him his dino nuggets were going to wander away if he didn't hurry, he scurried right to the table and ate them up like a champ. He even ate the cheesy mashed potatoes that had a fair amount of broccoli and cauliflower mixed in because he wanted to earn one of the cookies I had baking in the oven for dessert.

After dinner, we played together for a while. I was so happy that Ollie loved his new room and all the little surprises he continued to discover, but when his yawns were longer and closer together, I knew it was time to get ready for bed.

"I think it's time to start cleaning up, little one." I looked at all the toys spread across the floor. "In here and on your body."

"Bath time?" He was pushing a dump truck across the race track carpet, with a stuffed frog in the bed of the truck.

"Yup, bath time." I started collecting the stuffies that had managed to land in every corner of the room. "But we have to straighten up in here first."

"Aww…" Ollie sighed dramatically and slowly pushed his truck to the shelf he found it on. "Everything?"

It was a lot. But this was a rule that needed to be enforced from the beginning or this room would become a disaster by the end of the weekend. "Everything. Daddy will help, but you need to move faster if you want a special kind of bath."

"A special bath? What's that?" He stopped moving and dropped to his bottom, ready to hear more.

"Keep cleaning. You'll find out if we get this room back to the way we found it." I set a ten-minute timer on my watch knowing we wouldn't need that much time. "Before my timer goes off."

"A race!" That got him moving. He made a quick lap and picked up every stuffed animal and tossed them onto the bed, then he grabbed the bucket his blocks had been in and scooped every block into it in just two motions.

"I'll take care of the bed." I arranged each of the animals by size and straightened the mussed comforter, so it was ready for him if he wanted to sleep there at night.

"I'm gonna beat you, Daddy." He picked up the books that were splayed in front of the shelf and neatly stacked them by size.

"You sure are, sweetheart." I was actually impressed by how well he did when he was properly motivated. "Great job."

He stood in the center of the room and spun in a slow circle, looking around. "Anything else before my special bath?"

I stood beside him, wrapping my arm around his back and pulling him against my side. "Nope, I think you've earned a special bath."

We went into the bathroom, and I turned on the tap in the bathtub, getting the temperature warm without being too hot. Then I added a moisturizing bubble mixture and jostled it with my hand to get the bubbles going.

"Bubbles!" Oliver was already pulling off his clothes, ready to climb in.

"Hold on." I placed my hand on his chest, stopping him before he stepped into the water. "Do you need to go potty first?"

He looked up and to the left as he considered the question. "Actually, yes. I have to pee all the time now." He rubbed his tummy before stepping up to the toilet and lifting the seat. "Too much milk."

"Do you want help, sweet boy?"

He bit his lip and nodded. "Yes, please, Daddy."

I turned him toward the toilet and held his cock for him. "Okay, baby. Go ahead."

Oliver rested his head against me and sighed as he relaxed enough to go. He did have a full bladder, and as soon as it was empty, he climbed into the tub and dropped into the clouds of bubbles and immediately got immersed in playtime.

I'd left a line of tub toys along the edge and he found those too, pulling them into the water one by one.

While Oliver was distracted by his toys and bubbles, I started to undress. He didn't look back at me at all until I slipped one leg into the water and gently nudged him forward.

"Scoot up a little bit, little one. Daddy needs a bath too."

His eyes got wide and his jaw dropped open as he slid to the center of the tub. I couldn't help noticing that his gaze was locked on my cock as it passed by his face before it disappeared behind him. "You're a dirty Daddy?"

I laughed, knowing he was well aware of what he was saying, even in his Little state. "I just want to make sure you're an extra-clean boy, and I can reach you better if you're resting in my arms." I stretched out my legs on either side of him and pulled him against my chest.

All toys were forgotten as Ollie leaned back, melting against me as I lathered up a soft towel and gently rubbed it over his chest. With slow and even strokes, I washed everything I could reach above the waist before we were forced to change positions.

"If you want me to reach everything, you'll need to turn around."

"Okay." Ollie pushed up onto his knees and twisted in my arms. "Like this, Daddy?"

The bubbles had cleared enough that I had a clear view of his perfect cock as it jutted out of the water. "Just like that, baby boy."

I used the cloth to wash down the front of his thighs and then up the back, cleaning his bottom before pulling the soapy rag forward from between his legs. I cupped his balls, carefully kneading them between my fingers, testing their weight, learning their shape.

Ollie's eyes closed as he placed his hands on my shoulders, bracing himself against me as he enjoyed the intimate touches.

My fingers dragged forward, the towel now at the bottom of the tub as my fist closed around the length of his rigid cock. "Is this okay, sweetheart?"

He nodded, and his breath hitched. "Yes, Daddy. More." He thrust into my hand and then pulled back, essentially fucking into my stationary grip.

After a few moments of just staring in awe at the beautiful boy in front of me, I stroked in an opposite rhythm of his movements, pulling off to the tip as he backed away and then pushing all the way to his root when he came toward me. My thumb teased his slit before tracing the head of his glans, eliciting the most precious sounds as I reached for my own cock.

I was so close to the edge, and Oliver was too. The silky water acted as lube as we both fucked my hands until pushing over the edge. "That's it, baby. Come for me."

His fingers dug into my shoulders as he put all his weight into each forward thrust, pushing with his full strength as he shot right at me, splashes of his jizz landing on my chest and neck and lips.

"Fuck, boy." I licked the drops I could reach and came too, throwing my head back in ecstasy as I exploded into the water in thick streams. "You taste so good."

After he was able to recover, he collapsed in my arms, spreading his spunk on our skin as he panted for breath. "I think I'm dead."

"I hope not, sweet boy." I rubbed down his spine and over one of his round cheeks. "I'm not through with you yet."

He sighed and held me tighter until the water cooled enough that we were forced to stand up and shower off our mess.

When we were done, I got out and quickly dried off before wrapping a towel around my waist and then turning off the warm water. "Time to get out now, little one."

Ollie pushed out his lower lip and dropped his shoulders. "This was the specialist bath ever. I don't wanna get out."

I held the towel wide and raised an eyebrow. "It's getting late, and good boys don't brat at bedtime."

I was almost certain I heard some mumbling, but Oliver got out of the tub and let me dry him off before wrapping him up like a burrito in the oversized towel and directing him back to the playroom.

"Lie down on the bed so we can get you dressed for sleep." His bag was waiting for us there, but I had everything he needed in the dresser. "One piece or two tonight?"

Ollie unwrapped himself from the towel and lay naked on the comforter. "None. I'm hot."

I dug to the bottom and grabbed a pair of race car PJs that consisted of shorts and a T-shirt. "Two piece, it is."

Ollie huffed, but when I held up his shorts, he lifted his legs and then his bottom so I could slide them on.

"Sit up, sweetheart." I bunched up the sides of the shirt and angled the neck opening at his head.

Ollie ducked his chin and aimed for the shirt, immediately diving into it and poking his arms through the armholes. "All dressed."

"Yes, you are." I grinned and kissed him. "Would you like to sleep in here tonight or in Daddy's big bed?"

He didn't hesitate at all. "Daddy's bed. Always Daddy's bed."

Always sounded pretty damn good to me too. "Grab a book and one stuffie, if you'd like, and let's go."

After a quick sweep through the house to lock up and turn off the lights, we climbed into my bed. Ollie didn't wait for an invitation this time, immediately curling against me and taking my nipple deep into his mouth as he settled in for his story. With just the light from my bedside lamp, I read a board book called Daddy Snuggles.

Ollie was done on one side and fast asleep by the time the book ended, so I carefully tucked him against my side and turned off the light, feeling a level of love and contentment that I'd never experienced before.

A few times throughout the night, I woke up to find Ollie rooting around against my chest until he was able to latch on and settle again.

It was truly the best night of my life.