"is this what you wanted to show me Orel?" Clay says in a mock caring tone as he followed his son into the bathroom
"mmhmm! I spent all morning setting it up." Orel sat on his knees and held onto the side of the tub and Clay sat behind him.

he couldn't bother to pay attention as his son babbled on and pointed at the various toy tracks and floating figures. it became white noise as his son wiggled back and forth and kicked his feet excitedly. he unties his robe and holds Orel firmly by the waist.

"Dad what are you-" before he could finish his sentence Clay pushed his head underwater. he down his shorts absentmindedly as his son thrashed around and tried reaching back to unclamp his fathers fingers from his hips but it was no use.

Clays cock pressed against his hole and he couldn't hold his breath and accidently swallowed water. as Clay pushed inside him he felt like he was in one of those dreams where he was falling down endlessly.

his lungs were burning, and just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, Clay lifted his head up and let him take a few needed breaths before shoving his head back down into the water.

how long is this going to go on? he thought. his father brought him up once more as he came. Orel began shaking like a newly born deer.

his father pulled his hair and looked into his eyes as he came as well. filling him with a warm liquid. "d-dad, why?" he moaned, his eyes stung with tears.

finally he pulled out, and let Orel fall to the ground. he buried his face in the bathroom rug as he tried to catch his breath.

"clean up this mess Orel. your mother would be very upset to see this." he rolled him on his side and looked at him once more. he nodded, and watched him tie his robe and leave, shutting the bathroom door behind him.