The porcelain tub continued to fill with hot water as it poured from the open mouth of the faucet. Sitting on the toilet next to the tub was Skyler, who watched the water rise in anticipation for his soak which would relieve his tense muscles. He pulled the towel tightly over his body, his hair still wet from the shower he had prior. Skyler wasn't a clean freak, but the idea of sitting in his own filth didn't appeal to him so he always showered first, cleaning his cracks and crevices with a quick rinse prior to his soak.
A tiny bottle of bubble bath rested on the corner of the tub which suddenly drew his attention. Normally his baths were bubble free. He was pretty sure that his mom or sister were the only two who used the damn stuff but something about the bottle called out to him today. He grabbed it and squeezed a good amount into the water where the faucet gushed below. Bubbles quickly fanned out on their conquest to overtake the surface, filling the room with a rich floral scent. Regret sank in over this decision but it was too late, he would just have to deal with smelling like he came from a flower shop.
He shut off the water and a few final drops fell into the tub, their satisfying plopping noise permeating the room. Still clutching his towel, he walked over to the vanity and spared a glance in the mirror, proud of what he saw. His body was fit and toned, his six pack abs perfectly chiseled on his stomach and his pecks perfectly defined. The low percentage of body fat was an almost addictive focus, which he knew was unhealthy, yet he continued on his route to getting it lower. As pretentious as it seemed, he thought of those chiseled statues in Rome or Greece, with each feature of the body perfectly toned and outlined in stunning detail. He flexed a few times before realizing he was being stupid- that and he was getting cold. He grabbed his toothbrush from the second drawer of the vanity and scrubbed his teeth. He did this quickly as his body temperature cooled, quickly rinsing and spitting into the sink. He tossed his toothbrush carelessly back into the open drawer, not caring if it actually made it.
On top of the shower giving him a preparatory clean, waiting for the tub to fill up always cooled his skin which made that first dip into the steamy basin pure bliss. He stepped into the bubbly water and hissed at the heat. No matter how many times he took a bath, his first thought was always that he had made it too hot. He stepped in with his other foot, feeling the warmth creep up his legs. The steam rose up around him, making the hair on his arms and legs stand up. He gave a small shiver and broke into goosebumps.
He slowly eased himself down, holding firmly to the sides as he dipped himself in. His arms and legs were wobbly after an excessively strenuous practice that afternoon. Skyler was a star football player for his college team, having been granted a full-ride scholarship for his athletic abilities. With the last few games approaching, their coach kicked up the notch on practices, oftentimes running more than one a day. Today, he was really feeling the strain on his muscles. He took deep breaths as his bare ass broke the surface, chuckling slightly as tiny bubbles popped underneath him, tickling his skin. With every inch of body absorbed by the hot water, his muscles melted and his tension eased until he was lying flat, the water level just below his chin. The bubbles obscured anything below the surface, creating an unmoving bubbly field.
He focused on his breathing as the aches and pains of practice fled from his muscles. Small waves rippled across the surface as he wiggled his toes, stretching his feet and hands. Skyler did his daily stretches which were made easier by the hot water. Feeling relieved, he again lied down, resting his head against the curved porcelain back. He closed his eyes and thought about those bath pillows and how nice that would be right now.
He jumped at a knock on the bathroom door.
"I'm in the bath." He called out.
"Sorry Skyler, I just need to grab something really quick." It was his mom's voice.
"Can it wait? I can get it for you when I'm done." He replied, settling his head back down.
He shot up as the doorknob jiggled. Sitting bolt upright, he watched the knob twist all the way around. Hadn't he locked it? He always locked the door.
"Mom, stop! I said-" He started to say.
The door swung open and his mom, Linda, stepped in and scanned the room as if looking for something.
"What the hell, mom?" Said Skyler, quickly covering his crotch and bunching up in the tub. He reached for the curtain, but it snagged on the rod above. Fucking thing.
"Oh stop it, Skyler, I'll be quick. Besides, you should try locking the door if you don't want people in here, like this!" She said, and with a quick motion she shut the door and twisted the lock in demonstration.
"I could have sworn I locked it. Please just get out!"
"Skyler for the love of god, you're my son! You don't have anything I haven't seen before. I'm just grabbing something and I'll be out."
He didn't reply, just focused on hiding as much of himself as he could manage. With his size, there wasn't much space for him to disappear into. He watched as his mom pulled the vanity drawers out, rummaging the contents in search of whatever was too important to wait for. The second one was already open for her and after a quick rummaging, she shut it forcefully. Upon hitting the fourth and final drawer, Skyler spoke out.
"What are you looking for, exactly?" He asked.
She mumbled to herself as she perused the drawer, then moved on to the cabinet doors below the left sink of the double vanity. "Just a sec and I'll be out of your hair."
Skyler watched in dismay as the bubbles began to wade away from him, giving a clearer view of his naked body below the surface. His hands cupped his penis from view, but he still felt way too vulnerable and exposed. HIs mom shut the doors under the left sink and went to the right. After a quick shuffle with no results, she shut those too and remained squatting in front of the sink, deep in thought.
"Mom, what do you need?" He asked again.
She turned to him with an inquiring expression, then rose to her feet. She did a final glance around the room and then at the tub. He cupped himself tighter, moving against the side of the basin between them, desperately trying to hide his prick.
"Hmm, hmm, hmm. Where the heck did it go?" She asked, inching closer to him.
He watched in horror as she crept closer to the bath, surveying the porcelain edges.
"Mom, I don't think what you're looking for is in here. Let me finish my bath and I can help you after." He said to her, his voice rising.
She sighed and sat on the lid of the toilet, knocking the towel to the ground. She looked Skyler in the eyes and gave a small reassuring smile. "How was practice?"
"Practice was good, now please let me finish my bath. This is weird, mom."
