TMNT: A Hot Bath Version 1 - Michelangelo Interrupts
by tannim
October 10, 2010

	Splinter stripped out of his robe and carefully folded it.  His foot bindings came next and were place one on each side of it with his walking stick laid over both.  He heard that one of the turtles was already in the hot bath, but it was there to be shared.  The rat entered the large empty room that had been converted into their own private spa.

	Inside the clean water sparkled under the bright salvaged subway lights and Splinter calmly slipped into the water just a couple yards in.  Heat from a city steam pipe heated the water for them when it was diverted under the water.  Donatello had been proud of installing that.  It made their cleanup so much more pleasant than the original cold water had been.

	He saw Donatello floating in the bath, as naked as his master.  The turtle's eyes were closed and didn't open at the sound of someone entering the pool like tub with him.  The water wasn't deep, being only two feet, but it was plenty for bathing and relaxing in.

	"Good afternoon, Donatello." Splinter startled his student into open his eyes. "I hope you do not mind sharing the bath."

	"N... No, Sensei!" The turtle stopped floating and let his legs and groin sink under the water where he knelt at attention.

	Splinter dropped the wash cloth he had brought and knelt in the water next to his son.  Without saying anything more he simply picked the wet cloth back up and ran it over Donatello's shell on the left side of his back.  The turtle leaned forward, not questioning or minding the help scrubbing though the scrub brush was just on the edge of the large tub.

	His master had only been rubbing for a minute before he paused. "Could you get the soap, Donatello?  This spot on your shell is stuck on there well."

	"Yeah... I don't want to talk about that one, Sensei.  Some of the things we fight are just horrible about throwing sticky things at us." Don stood up and fetched the soap.  He was about to go back, when he thought to grab his master's Fur Shampoo. "I got yours too, Master Splinter."

	"Donatello, you do not have to be so formal while we are bathing.  Splinter is enough." He wet the soap and rubbed it into the cloth before stroking it back onto the teen's back.  It took considerable scrubbing, but finally a lump of tar came off into his hand and he calmly threw it into the trash across the room.  As he moved on he took a deep breath.  "If you like, you may even call me father."

	Donny looked back at the rat, Splinter always seemed less intimidating in the bath and more... approachable. "Alright... Splinter."

	He swallowed and turned around to let the strong hands rub over his shell.  There was some sensation through his shell, though it similar to having his finger nails rubbed.  Having the rat rubbing over it did feel good, but he didn't think much of it while holding the bottle of shampoo.

	"They pelted us with cooling asphalt while we passed a school today.  Some of the kids joined in thinking it was a lot of fun." Donatello sighed. "They got away too because we couldn't do anything with the children there.  The group was a bunch of juvenile thugs and we couldn't do anything to them without risking too many people."

	"I am sorry to hear that, my son..." Splinter's hands roamed his turtle's shell under the water to find and remove the rest of the lumps.  "I see now why you were floating when I came in.  The hot water did help soften it." He threw another lump away, then another.  "Thankfully they seemed to have been bad aim, as there are not that many."

	Don felt the strong fingers roaming around and laughed. "That's the only good thing about it.  The other guys are still after them.  Leo sent me back to clean up.  Good thing too. I was sticking to EVERYTHING before I got that stuff off my feet."

	The turtle looked back at his master, expecting a laugh.  He saw only interested concern in his father's eyes.  Splinter stopped rubbing over the boy's shell and moved on to his left arm.  Donatello lifted his arm up and held it out for the soapy cloth.

	It felt good, if somewhat embarrassing, to have his father's hands on his bicep and sliding up to his hand and back again.  He lifted his other arm to allow the strong mature rat to move over to it when he finished the first.  They had bathed together before, but they'd never really been alone while doing it.  The other turtles had always been around to act as a buffer against the embarrassment of their bodies and Splinter's.

	His father's touch was so different from when they was with the other turtles.  There was more intensity to it.  The strong fingers pressed harder and massaged the soap deep into his skin.  They lingered on Don's muscles longer instead of simply gliding along them with the soapy cloth and the older rat even rubbed the wash cloth under Donatello's arms rather than letting him do that himself.

	The touch felt relaxing and comforting, but odd to him.  "Mast... Father?  Is everything alright?"

	Splinter slid the cloth between his son's shell halves. "Yes, Donatello.  Everything is quite fine.  I thought you may need more of a massage to relax you is all."

	The turtle took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Maybe you're right, Splinter." He lay back in the water again letting his legs rise up.  His eyes glanced sideways when his Sensei's hands ran along his left leg followed by the wash cloth.  "I already washed, those..."

	"Oh, forgive me." Splinter splashed in the water as he shifted in front of his adopted son. "Then, if you are fully clean, perhaps it is my turn."  The rat spread his arms wide and lay back in the hot water.  "Cleaning up Michelangelo's room while you four are out can be a surprisingly dirty chore.  Good for the mind, but not so much for the body."

	Donatello ran his gaze along his teacher's well aged body as he scooted next to him.  Master Splinter was not a big man, or hugely muscled, but his arms and legs were nicely shaped under the fur.  There was no extra fat around his body as far as the turtle could see, though perhaps a little bit around the middle from too many soap operas.  The brownish fur over most of his body gave way to lighter brown, along his belly and groin and obscured the subtle curves and bulges of his well toned form.

	Don had seen Splinter naked many times, just as the others had, but being alone together naked felt awkward.  His eyes slid to places they normally wouldn't even touch.  Even while he squirted the pleasantly fragrant shampoo into his hand they wandered to the rat's genitals. Splinter's bare manhood and testicles were partially masked by the soapy water, but he could make them out well enough.

	Forcing that area out of his mind he pressed his slick hands into the rodent's soft chest fur.  The fur was short, and smooth, but it was thick enough to spread around his fingers and between Donatello's thick fingers.  He could feel his father watching him while he massaged the soap in.  Despite doing it a dozen times throughout his life, it again felt different without his brothers splashing and yelling.  The rat had only one turtle to focus on and a blush built on his cheeks.

	Splinter wanted to ask if his son was alright, he knew it was expected of him, but he didn't.  His gaze was on the boy's hands where they rubbed along his chest.  The soft lather squishing throughout his fur made him look up to the turtle when it became too thick for a clear view.  Donatello's fingers were squeezing more than usual and taking their time massaging the lather in.

	While the massaging felt wonderful he wasn't sure what he should do about it.  Usually the turtles would smear the shampoo all over him all at once.  It really was nice to have only one son attending him for a change.

	He also found himself studying his bathing partner.  The turtles had all developed well with their training.  Their muscular and very much masculine bodies were well sculpted.  He looked down at his narrow chest, covered in foam, and then back to Don's.  They were so much broader and stronger despite their youth.  He smiled and took a deep breath.  They'd turned out so well.

	Donatello saw the smile and felt his cheeks flush even further.  "Is ... " he trailed off when he noticed a very prominent bit of the rat's body jutting up out of the water. "uhhh... everything alright, Splinter?" It still felt weird calling his father by name, but not as weird as seeing him aroused!

	"Hmmm? Oh, yes, I'm fine.  A little lower, though, please.  I think my chest is well lathered now..." He raised an eye ridge then noticed the teen's gaze and his own erection.  Splinter closed his eyes for a few moments, then looked up at his son. "You do not have to wash that if you do not want to."

	Knowing it was too late to hide his unexpected erection, he treated it as if it were nothing.  He hadn't realized just how much he was enjoying somebody massaging him.  'No,' he told himself, 'I knew. I just wanted to ignore it and let it happen.'  The thoughts made him feel uncomfortable, but he decided to stick out that decision.  Donatello did not seem terribly upset, just surprised.  That was good.

	The turtle shrugged after a moment and slid his hands lower to his Sensei's semi- submerged belly. He sat in the water next to his father and slip a leg under him to lift him entirely out of the water.  Lifting his master up, however, exposed more of the rat's wet erection. Don ignored the shaft as well as he could, but under the water he could feel his own member jutting up too.  The turtle felt his cheeks flush a bit at seeing it so bare and open.

	Embarrassing or not, it was kind of fun to be alone with him and freely exposed.  Splinter's lack of shame made him feel a lot better about the situation than he had upon noticing it in the first place.  Donatello scrubbed over his father's belly with even strokes, working the shampoo in well before moving lower.  He wanted to hide when his hand bumped the older man's erection, but splinter didn't even twitch, above the water anyway.

	Under the water Splinter's tail swished sharply and stiffened at the touch.  He hadn't been touched for some weeks and never by Donatello.  His most technologically inclined student was also among the most most secluded when it came to private things.  Having the turtle touch him and seem so calm about it was a wonderful sign.  He knew it was better to let his son take the first step, however, and kept his calm as well as he could.

	Don's hands felt so nice stroking through his fur it was easy enough to ignore his growing arousal for the time being.  The shampoo foamed well with the hot water and the little bubbles it made added to the fingers rubbing all along his hips to his thighs.  His student had become quite good with his fingers during the long hours of tweaking electronics and it showed with the subtle strokes along his legs.

	For the turtle,Splinter's wet fur was surprisingly pleasant to scrub through.  The hairs were short enough that they didn't wrap around his fingers while being too long to be rough and scratchy.  They reminded him of a nice carpet, though he'd never tell his father that.  He knew it wouldn't sound like a compliment.  His eyes drifted back to the rat's groin and the stiff manhood jutting up over his belly.

	'Damn, why can't I stop looking at that!' He asked himself.  Splinter's genitals had been visible many times before, though he didn't recall it being erect at the time.  Don scrubbed down to his father's feet and enjoyed their fleshy texture.  There was little to no fur over most of them and rubbing them was a bit like rubbing his own body.  

	Don massaged them and enjoyed the different texture, though their long toes made him think of something else long and stiff again.  He looked down at them then up at his master floating there an smiled faintly.  'Well, I am washing him, and it IS part of him...' He reasoned before finishing the feet.

	Splinter noticed a change in his son's posture.  His breath grew a bit shallower with excitement.  He watched don squeeze more shampoo into his hands and sloshed closer.  The turtle reached towards his arms, then paused and slowly lowered the hand to his manhood.

	Don watched his father lean his head back a bit, mouth opening in a grunt.  The rat's shaft felt wonderful in his soapy hand.  It throbbed powerfully and reminded him of when he gripped himself before his computer.  Unlike his own shaft, it wasn't a part of his body.  That it was his father's stiff cock he held made it all the more taboo for him... more exotic and "bad".

	Donatello's heart raced at what he was doing.  He tried to act calmly, as though he were simply washing something normal, but his hand was far too jerky with its movements.  The turtle took a deep breath and pressed his other hand to Splinter's right arm to soap that bit of fur too.  His hand shook a bit, but his father didn't say anything.

	Splinter held himself as relaxed as possible, but he was quickly loosing control.  A deep breath to center himself came out as a shuddering sigh.  He couldn't keep his body from flexing his erection in his son's hand and the moment he did he felt Don's hand squeeze harder in return.

	"Mmm... I hope you do not mind, Donatello." Splinter leaned up a bit, sinking into the water deeper.  "I... enjoyed your washing more than I should have."

	The turtle's hand pumped up and back to his father's balls.  "It's... alright." Don took a deep breath.  "I, err... don't mind much, Sen... Splinter.  It feels a lot different than I expected."

	His master smiled and rested a hand on Donatello's arm. "I hope not in a bad way.  It feels quite nice." The rat stroked along Don's arm while the hand working his shaft continued.  "You do not have to stop if you do not want to."

	His son trailed his soapy free hand hand along his master's chest again, not saying anything.  Donny took another deep breath and worked his hand a bit faster, until Splinter's gripped his wrist and slowed him down.  The turtle looked confused until his father told him he didn't have to hurry.

	"We have plenty of time.  If you want to explore it... me... you can take as much time as you need."  Splinter leaned down to kiss the teen's hand on his chest. "And if you like..." His tail made Don jump when the strong length swished between his legs and to brush over the turtle's inner thighs and over his heavy young balls. "I can do the same for you."

	Donatello's hand slowed and he took a deep breath.  He surprised his master with his free hand darting into the water suddenly and catching the rat's tail.  Splinter sat up and sank into the water deeper when he felt his son squeeze tail to green cock.  It was an unusually bold thing to do for the boy who had been so hesitant just a minute ago.

	"It's kind of fun to just go for it, dad." Don admitted.  "Just taking life by the... ummm... penis, I guess." He sounded a bit hysterical about what he was doing. "Not having the others here is ...Mff"

	Splinter pushed himself up until his muzzle pressed to his son's beak in a kiss.  He wrapped his arms around Donatello's wide shell and squeezed them together without letting up the firm kiss.  There was resistance at first, as father eased adopted son's tension, but soon the turtle relaxed enough so his father could pull away.

	"It is awkward to be so bare with one you are so familiar with and look up to, Donatello.  I know this, but there is no real reason for it.  You are a very attractive man and... " Hes tail flexed, still in Don's vice-like grip against his cock, "a very responsive and creative one."

	"Sorry, Sen... Splinter.  It was just a bit overwhelming." He leaned in and pressed his lips to the rat's again, briefly.  "That does feel good."

	Splinter smiled and dipped into the water, his cock slipped out of Don's hand with the sudden motion and he could just make out his master under the soapy water.  There was an odd sensation as the rat's ears brushed over his thighs and he felt a kiss on each side of his heavy nut sack.  It took him a few moments to realize he still had his father's tail in his hand and he playfully tugged it.

	After the tension before it felt wonderful to let go of the embarrassment of being naked with the older male and Donatello pulled on his father's tail harder just for fun.  His eyes fell on the furry slender butt while bubbles came from between his legs.  A light slap to the right cheek had more bubbles rise from under the water while a shampoo dipped finger rubbing around Splinter's ring brought the rat's head up out of the water in a gasp.

	Splinter was pleased with how much his son was opening up to him.  Touching there, of all places, was a good sign he had gotten over the discomfort.  He wasn't sure how far his student would go but, with a yank on his tail to slip it out of his son's grasp, he decided to find out.

	Donatello tried to grab the tail again, but it slipped away.  His father dove backwards and kicked the water hard.  The hot soapy water splashed over them both, but more so over the unready turtle.  Don stood up and splashed back, but then grunted when a well aimed slap of water splattered over his still full erection.  A second firm splatter of water hit his cock, then a third, and fourth.  They felt surprisingly good dragging over his glans.

	Splinter leaned back in the water kicking with his feet to make each splash.  He could see his son enjoying it, but he knew it wouldn't last long.  None of his students could resist retaliating against such an attack, even if it DID feel good.

	After a few more Don proved him right by dodging to the left and diving under the shallow water.  Some water hit his shell, but did nothing as he swam easily around his father.  He saw Splinter stand and darted behind him aiming a well timed kick to send a jet of water right under his father's tail.

	The turtle saw his target tense and twitch, but instead of moving, Splinter fought the urge to dodge and let it hit.  A second splash hit his father in the right buttock as the male moved just a bit to the left.  Donatello laughed and aimed again, sending out two splashes while the furry rump wiggled  back and forth almost tauntingly.

	Splinter lifted his tail higher at another jet splattering his ring and between his cheeks fell forward on purpose, leaving his ass and tail raised  for another few volleys.  Don stopped, staring at it.  His erection throbbed between his legs.  His father's heavy balls looked lovely with the water running down them.  They wiggled a bit, about half a foot above the spa with Splinter's breath and the waves rocking him.  Since he couldn't see the rat's member, he knew his master's shaft too was still full and ready.

	Splinter looked back, and turned just a bit, with one leg lifting up, to show his son his stiff cock. "Would you like to wash it again, son?"

	Don swam closer to press his face against the offered flesh.  His father's manhood throbbed against his cheek and the wet balls jiggled at a quick kiss.  He said nothing while squeezing the soft sack to his chin or while rubbing his master's stiffness against both cheeks.

	After playing with his brothers and feeling so relaxed with them it was thrilling to play with Splinter in the same way.  The taboo of his sensei being perfect and clean.  The sense of authority.  The veneer of calm and wisdom.  To push it all away and treat him like a lover had Donatello hot enough to take the rat's cock into his mouth quite suddenly.

	Donny's mouth sucked firmly with his hands cupping the older male's jewels.  Splinter set his hands on his son's head in return and firmly pulled the teen down further to encourage him.  There was no resistance, his son wanted it, just as he wanted his son.

	The lingering hint of soap lingering on his member was quickly sucked off and ignored.  Don's tongue had just the clean taste of Splinter's bare sex flesh to sample with each lick.  His father's hand let him pull away and push back.  Bobbing up and down was easy fun with his eyes staring down at the soft wet fur his beak bumped into each full descent.  He looked up to see his lover looking down at him with passionate intensity.

	He'd never seen Splinter looking so wired up when in a good mood, it made the older man look very attractive.  The lines on his muzzle smoothed out into a broad genuine smile and there was real excitement.  His master's hips pushed into his mouth to follow the bobbing head working before them.

	Donatello slipped a finger under his father's tail and rubbed around his well watered ring.  He felt it wink against his fingertip, clenching and relaxing repeatedly and wondered if he should.  With a press of his tongue to the rat's cockroot he drug it along the entire length before slipping his mouth off.

	A glance up again and he smiled to himself.  Don kissed the stiff tip and trapped it between his lips.  A flurry of quick lashes with his tongue caught his lover off guard enough to make his knees quiver.  He grabbed Splinter's hips and pulled down in one swift motion.  A thrust of his hips and he jammed his own erection up along his the rat's right buttock to slide up his back.

	Splinter grunted at the sudden jerk.  He hadn't expected that tonguing.  His student was turning out to be quite an inventive lover!  Both eyes widened at the cock poking at his ass and he sighed in relief when Donatello didn't jam it in unprepared.  Instead he found himself sitting on Don's thighs floating in the shallow water.  His cock had slipped from his son's mouth, as the shell kept him from bending that far but it had been replaced by a hand.

	"That was a good trick, Donatello." The rat admitted proudly.  He ran his hands over the teen's shell, then reached back to stroke the boy's stiff cock pressing to his hip.  "And what now?"

	"I'm thinking... if you were to turn around..." He sounded embarrassed by his idea but continued.  "I could, um... get you a bit slick.  You know, under under your tail."

	Splinter didn't question.  He didn't have to and didn't want to make his turtle explain as he carefully stood up, still on Donatello's shell, and turned around.  Deciding to play his own game he stepped back so his weight was more on one end before squatting over his lover's face with his balls bumping against the reptile's beak.

	Below him Don had to thrust his hands unto the water to keep himself from tipping with his father's movements.  He hadn't expected Splinter to stand or to put his entire weight on one end.  The rat was supposed to shift into a sixty nine but he had to admit, the view was amazing and the heavy sack rubbing his neck and chin made him nod his head to rub them.

	With the balls on his chin, splinter's anus itself winked at him just in front of his mouth.  Donny took a deep breath, glad of his father's cleanliness, and leaned in to kiss the tight ring.  A soft masculinity was all he found as he kissed it harder.  The turtle nuzzled Splinter's cheeks on either side and jumped when a hand squeezed his erection.

	It was a welcome touch, though, and he kissed the clenching ring again.  His tongue slid around the muscle and up along the rat's tail root.  Again and again he licked and all the time his master squeezed his shaft and balls.  He was surprised when Splinter's legs spread suddenly and the furry butt sealed firmly to his beak.

	Splinter leaned forward into the position his son had wanted him in in the first place and kissed the turtle's rampant shaft.  His feet and legs clenched so they could push Don's face more firmly to his ass.  It took a few moments for the teen to figure out to press his tongue deeper into the ring, but his father soon sighed in pleasure from it penetrating him.

	Donatello may have spent a lot of time in front of the computer, but he'd put it to good use.  Rimming was familiar to him, along with a variety of other things he never expected to get to do with his brothers, let alone Splinter.  It was far more enjoyable than he'd expected too, then again, it could have been because of his father's clean living and habits.  The muscular ring felt very strange to his tongue, but the texture was pleasant.  Inside felt smooth and he imagined how it would feel around his cock.  It squeezed his tongue in every direction as he pushed in as deep as it could go, nearly two inches.

	The rat above him let up a bit on Don's head after a few moments of licking.  He pushed his muzzle down his lover's swollen wet maleness to give as well as receive.  It felt good to have a tongue swirling around his ring, and he hoped it was enough too.  Tasting Donatello for the first time was enjoyable, though after the bath he had little actual musk on his cock.  The hint that was still there, though was pleasant once the remaining bit of soap was gone.

	His son's erection throbbed as his own did.  The turtle's heart was racing and the heavy breathing from his behind made Splinter work the hot meat faster.  His head bobbed just like Don's had before, which made the turtle rock a bit more in the water.

	Below his tail Donatello licked and tongue fucked his ring faster.  Having the older male's mouth around his shaft pushed him to work his father's butt more eagerly.  Splinter's tongue and soft lips drug along his length, the whiskers tickled his thighs, but more importantly, his cock was getting lubed up with the rat's spit.  Each lick to his tip, each trailing of his lover's tongue dragging over him, left just a bit more as well as making him want to finish just as they were rather than taking it further.

	His master, however, wanted to feel more than Don's tongue up his ass.  He pulled away from the turtle's shaft and stood up again on the boy's shell.  There was a long strand of saliva running from it to Donatello's beak but splinter didn't wait around to to watch his son's expression.

	Splinter spread his legs and let himself land in the water with a splash, straddling the teen. Donny bobbed in the water still floating on his shell while his master stepped back.  With the waves rocking him, Don didn't even have to try to thrust, the water did it for him.  His cock slipped easily under the rat's tail and Splinter sat down onto it as it rose up to him.

	Their eyes met as turtle meat sank into rodent ass.  Splinter lifted his head away and sat down more firmly,  The pressure pushed Donatello down until he tried to stand up to keep their hips from sinking into the water.  His father caught him and pushed onto his chest to keep him on his back.

	Splinter was very tight inside, their spit only just lubricated him enough to ease entry, but his son slipped inside steadily.  The water pushing up against Don's wide shell made him thrust in without even having to work his hips.  All his master had to do was squat and stand to make the boy fuck him.

	The teen grunted at the tightness.  Splinter's anal muscles seemed just as well toned as the rest of him with how they squeezed around him.  Despite the water rocking him in and out he thrust his hip up on his own.  There was no way he was going to lay back and let his lover do all the work!

	Don reached out to stroke the other male's thinner chest.  His fingers left visible furrows in the soft brown fur, but they were hidden when splinter leaned forward to kiss him.  The turtle's cock popped out of his father's ass and Splinter broke away to sit back down on it.  It slipped in easier the second time and Donatello slid his fingers down along his sensei's belly to squeeze the older man's member again.

	He stared at it hungrily, wishing he could suck it while fucking his father at the same time.  His hand would do, but he promised he'd taste it again later.  Instead, he focused more on working his rat's ass with as much speed as he dared.  With how his master's insides squeezed him he had no idea how deep he could go.  Some thrusts felt like he bottomed out, other thrusts he slid in deeper.

	Floating in water made the experience more exotic for them both and Splinter used it to his advantage.  He could make his son pump faster or slower by pressing on the boy's shell.  The waves it made throughout the pool rocked Donatello and he could time them to the thrusts to make him faster or   slower.  When don thrust up at the peak of the wave he sank in full and deep with the full thrust.  When he thrust at the trough of the wave he was much shallower too.

	The turtle didn't seem to notice the control his lover had with his position, and he wouldn't have minded if he did.  Pleasure built rapidly with those tight inner muscles relentlessly slipping and sliding over his shaft.  Splinter's cock pulsed in his hand and the faster Donny pumped the faster his father's ass clenched around his erection.

	The bumping of furry butt cheeks onto his inner thighs and groin added to the building lust for them both.  Splashes mixed with their grunts and deep sighs.  Soft sticky sound of cock sinking into welcoming wet hole filtered in behind the splashes.  Rocking in the water was soothing and made the sex even more pleasant for Don.  His master controlled the tempo he noticed after a while, and it felt right.

	Splinter panted hard, his ass was tighter than he had expected, or Donatello was bigger than he had anticipated.  The turtle's shaft ground into his prostate wonderfully but was pushing him on far faster than he had wanted.  He couldn't stop his legs or his body from giving in to the wonderful feeling of being loved even had he wanted to.  Don's hand squeezed and rubbed his manhood faster and stroked his glans every time he was at the top.

	His son had learned how to pleasure a male well, the rat smiled as he rocked and squatted.  Of course his students had been practicing on each other.  His muzzle opened with a pant and stayed that way as his pleasure built towards release.  Who else was there other than him?

	Splinter could feel his son's peak building too with the throbbing in his ass.  The fullness from taking Donatello with each squat and thrust with the pumping of his cock.  The blissful look on Donny's face.  The knocking on his hidden gland.  It all built so quickly for him.

	He thrust his hips hard, suddenly.  The rat's cock jerked up out of his student's hand and fired a thick strand over Don's face.  Splinter felt himself slip of the boy's cock for and wished it was back inside while the pleasure overtook him fully.  His legs quivered while his seed shot, they dropped hard when his son jammed his cock right back in a moment later.

	Donatello lifted his face into the stream of cum after the first load caught him in the forehead.  He stretched his neck up as far as he could to get the rest in his mouth.  The need between his own legs distracted him from enjoying his first taste of Splinter's cum, but he didn't need to savor it for the first time.  There was plenty to feel and taste later, his body insisted he focus on it instead.  Even has hand pumping and groping the spurting shaft slowed and dropped off to grip the older male's hips.

	His father's ass clench rhythmically in time to the loads of cum squirting out, and continued to grip him rapidly for several seconds after he finished.  Don grunted as he worked on his own peak.  With Splinter no longer slowing his hips down or changing the depth his pleasure built and quickly overflowed.  The rat leaned over him, furry hands on Don's shell, and gazed in loving afterglow at his turtle below him.

	Splinter felt Donatello finally peak.  He was glad his own had faded before hand.  A hot feeling entered him as well as an additional fullness in his guts.  The turtle's seed splattered inside with just enough force to feel, something he would have missed had he still be riding his own orgasm.  His eyes locked with those of his son as they shared the moment.

	Don's orgasmic grimace was surprisingly cute, he had to admit.  He wondered how his own had looked as he'd painted the boy's face.  Splinter felt rubbed over his son's shell and chest before clenching as hard as he could around the teen's nearly spent member.  His attempt to drag it out a few extra seconds had Donatello staring up at him with mouth open.  When he finally relaxed his grip the turtle bucked under him and floated limp in the water.

	Splinter lay along Donny's chest again, with that still stiff cock popping out from under his tail again too, and again they kissed.  The rat stroked along his son's sides and arms while letting the last of his afterglow fade.  At last they simply lay together in the rocking of the waves their lust had produced.

	"Master... Father?" Donatello finally broke the silence.

	"Yes, Donatello?" Splinter pulled his muzzle back a bit.

	"That was wonderful... it was so... different than when we, er, I... the others and I, do it." Don seemed a bit flustered.  "More intense, somehow."

	"You are more familiar with them, I suspect.  You have never seen me as somebody to love... physically like this."  His father rubbed his face.  "Though, I would be pleased if you were to do so more often."

	"I'll have to think about it, Splinter." The turtle pushed himself, and his father on top of him, up until they were both standing. "Alright, I thought about it.  I'd like to love you, physically, more often." Don cupped both his father's heavy testicles and his own into his hand. "And right now sounds like a good time to do it, again."

	"Haha, I am not so young as I once was, Donatello." His eyes dropped to the grip between them and he smiled at his son's cock jutting up still stiff.  "Though perhaps I could muster up some stamina..."

	Don took a deep breath at his lover's hand on his cum slick cock.  Splinter massaged it masterfully, using the teen's own slick cum to his advantage.  He didn't have to stroke, simply squeezing correctly made his hand slide up and down on its own.  The rat swished his tail around and into his student's hand.

	"It should be flexible enough." Splinter turned and swished his wet ass a few times to draw attention to it.

	The turtle looked at it, not understanding for a moment, then he noticed how stiff his father held the tip.  With a smirk, Donatello got the idea.  He guided Splinter's tail to the rat's ass, watching it bend almost into a circle, and pressed it between the wet furry cheeks.  The grunt of approval made him crouch to watch it go in, though it made his erection slip from his lover's grip.

	Watching his father's anus open around his own tail was a lovely sight, Donny decided.  He slipped it in five inches before the tail wouldn't bend easily for more.  Not wanting to hurt the older male he tugged it back out.  A hand caught his before he could pull it fully out and he leaned down to nibble along the rat's thick tail base instead.

	As he nibbled, Don worked Splinter's tail back in again.  Another tug out, another shove in, and he dropped his mouth lower to kiss around the tail.  His own slick seed soon coated the working length but he didn't want to stop.

	Donatello enjoyed seeing his master's buttocks clenching in time to each thrust and rewarded them with regular kisses along his old man's tailbase and up his back.  At last, though, he pulled it out and stood back up.  The rat turned to face him and again they pressed beak to muzzle in a loving kiss.

	Splinter squeezed his hand around his son's and took over his tail without breaking eye contact.  His breathing was heavier than Don's but the master was still in better control of himself than his 

student.  A swift jerk of his hand and Donatello jumped at feeling his father's tail tip against his tight rear entrance.  The teen stiffened a bit when the touch became an invading push, but he managed to relax a few moments later.

	"I'd like to feel something else inside me too, Splinter." Donny pushed his hips forward into his lover's.

	"I know, but I think you'll enjoy my tail for the moment." The rat said with a hand running down his lover's chest. "You have to be ready before you can feel it."

	"Hey, Whoa dudes!  I don't suppose you'd like to feel me instead?" A green face poked out of the water between them.

	"Michelangelo!" Donatello would have stumbled back had his brother's hands not grabbed his hips.

	"Totally awesome view too..." Mikey stared dreamily up at his father's cock pressed firmly to his bro's stiff dick.  "Don't worry, Master, Donny... I'll help you out."

	Both Splinter and Don stared downward and grunted at Mike taking a firm grip of both their cocks.  The second turtle didn't seem at all worried about whether the wanted privacy or any help.  He simply pumped both shafts and sat up in the water to kiss both pairs of nuts.

	Father and technologically inclined son looked at each other again and couldn't keep from laughing at the situation.  Donatello grabbed the older rat's tail and pushed it deeper into his ass instead of the shallow thrusts Splinter had been giving before the interruption .  The deeper penetration was wonderful, he wished it were his master's manhood instead, however

	Between them Michelangelo had stood up a bit higher so he could take both members into his mouth at once.  He wasn't the least bit shy about touching brother or adopted father as he did so.  His hands cupped their balls and stroked over both pairs of thighs enthusiastically.  The turtle seemed quite happy at their sexual flavors mixing together.

	Above, Donatello and Splinter shared another kiss before the turtle broke away.  "I guess it'll wait until another time, Sensei." He looked along his back to the tail disappearing behind him.  He arched his back slightly at the tail slipping deeper around a curve inside. "Your tail is a good enough substitute for now."

	The rat frowned and set a hand on his other son's bobbing head.  "Michelangelo.  That is enough of that.  You will help me make your brother very happy."

	"Huh?" Mike let go and watched Splinter splash around behind his brother.

	Splinter pressed his stiff lust to Don's tail filled ring without warning.  He felt his son tense and leaned over to kiss the teen's cheek.  Another sudden thrust popped his tip in to join his tail tip.

	Donatello's fists clenched tight from the ache.  Having his father's tail AND manhood in him at once was intense, but so amazingly filling!  He slumped forward and leaned heavily on Michelangelo's shoulders to keep from falling into the water.  The rat's cock inside pushed in and slid out quickly before he could recover from the initial entry, a sudden pace that was unusual for his father outside of Combat.

	Splinter leaned over his son's shell, gripping it hard, and pumped in as swiftly as he thought Donny could handle.  A kiss to the teen's cheek got a grunt in response and the master smiled.  An unexpected pace could distract an opponent, but even better it could overwhelm a lover and make them melt with pleasure.  His turtle certainly seemed limp until he finally recovered nearly a dozen thrusts later.

	"Michelangelo, float under us and join me.  I think he can take a bit more if I..." Splinter pulled his tail out with a quick jerk, making Don go from limp to back archingly stiff in an instant. "make a little room."

	Mikey grinned and tossed out a "sure thing" as he did as he was told.  Slipping between his brother's legs was a snap,  though aiming his hips was a bit more difficult.  At least, that was his excuse for poking his full erection under Splinter's tail when his hips surfaced.  A knowing look from his master, even with a hint of enjoyment at the sudden welcome entry, made him pull out and scoot back a little.

	Donatello stared dumbly at the ceiling, still arched from feeling his sensei's tail dragging out along his stretched ring.  With another length thrust in and yanked out, his hole didn't close up any tighter before another stiff object pressed against it.  He came to with a start at Mike's tip popping into his well slicked ass.  Despite his yell of surprise and minor discomfort, though, he didn't mind his brother's shaft.

	Splinter hugged tighter around his son.  The double penetration wasn't just good for Donny, it also felt good to him.  Michelangelo's fleshy pole ground against his own with only a sibling's semen for lubrication.

	Both cocks worked at different rhythms at first, with neither having a steady pace.  Donatello couldn't tell when to push back or pull forward, or even if he wanted to move at all.  The anal stretching  was overwhelming his mind, along with the loving kisses from his father.  He turned into the kiss to press his beak Splinter's muzzle passionately.

	Their tongues rubbed against each other in their own game of push and shove.  The kiss lingered, but as it did, his father's hips slowed down to concentrate on their passion.  Neither minded though, Mike provided a potent sexual contrast with his rapid thrusts.

	Down below, Mike used one hand to hold onto Don's shell while the other was free to grope his brother's tight coin purse.  The turtle's hips made a rapid series of waves while he enjoyed sharing Donatello's ass with the older rat.  He watched his brother kissing and wondered how it felt having two men at once slipping and sliding together into that one hole.  If it was anything like how it felt to share the hole it had to be awesome.

	Michelangelo's pleasure was growing as much from the friction of dragging his dick against Splinter's as it was from Donny's clenching ass squeezing around them both.  His eyes drooped as his pleasure built, but he could tell it was building faster for the others.  His father's hips were getting wild as they pounded away.  Each thrust sank in at a slightly different angle while the rat's legs swished in the water, constantly repositioned.

	Donatello's posture had sagged again. Only Splinter's arms wrapped around him rubbing his chest kept him from laying down onto his brother.  A steady stream of pre-cum oozed out of the turtle's stiff cock.  A touch from Mike's hand made him buck his hips forward, a thrust from behind from both dicks at once made him thrust back.

	Mikey gripped Don's cock firmly to jerk it off in time to Splinter's meat sliding along his own.  The fun loving turtle watched his brother closely and opened his mouth hopefully.  His hand on Donatello's fleshy staff kept it aimed as well as stroked.  He was surprised, however, when Splinter came first.

	Splinter broke the kiss at the instant he hit his peak, with his head tilting back from the force of it.  A deep grunt escaped his throat before he could bring his muzzle back into the kiss.  He stared into Donatello's eyes while trying to let his passion shine freely in them.  His hips jerked wildly as he kept them moving even with his seed jetting out.

	Donny gasped at the heat of his father's cum as well as the broken kiss.  He loved the pulses running from outside his ass traveling inside.  The light feeling of something wonderful splashing his inner walls had him gladly rejoining the kiss.  His brother's hand stroking his own manhood and both cocks working together helped the world to fade away.  All except for his lover's eyes and the hot lips pressed to his own.

	Donatello's body didn't know how to move to express his pleasure.  His cock in Mike's hand wanted forward.  His ass demanded backwards.  His father's kiss and gaze held him still.  The mix of needs and his clenching groin delayed his orgasm by several seconds, but that just let the pleasure drag out longer.  His eyes half shut in loving bliss with as he shared it with Splinter before the first load shot from his groin.

	Michelangelo watched his sibling lose control and his hand felt the first load travel up that stiff turtle cock and out.  His aim was good  and he easily caught it on his tongue.  Mikey grinned, he felt his sensei's last few loads spray into Donny just moments after his brother came. They shared the orgasm, he thought, he wondered if they would want to share the penetration too.  His own pleasure was building, and Splinter's dick felt wonderful dragging against it, but he pulled out for a wild idea.

	With Don's cum splattering over his mouth and chest and their father's cum leaking out of Don's ass Mike jammed his cock into splinter instead.  He had to scoot further under them to catch the sagging stream of cum anyway and he couldn't resist taking his old man too.  The rat broke the kiss in surprise but he didn't seem to mind.  When Michelangelo pulled right back out, though Splinter stared right at him open mouthed.

	His brother too stared at him as Mikey pushed it back into Donatello's already occupied ass.  He alternated between turtle and rat with every thrust, making them both stiffen and sag until they got used to it. His shaft working their rears drug out the pleasure both of them had felt from their orgasms.  Master and student touched each other as they were ridden from below.

	Donny's hands ran over Splinter's narrow chest, again loving the subtle but powerful frame.  Splinter ran his hands again over Donatello's strong arms and sides.  They both had shaky legs that grew less stable as Michelangelo worked them.

	The turtle strained to keep his body in position while he floated in the water.  His hands gripped his brother's shell tightly while pulling himself back and forth just a bit each thrust.  It was hard work, but felt amazing.  One ass was still clenching and trying to squeeze around something each time he pushed in and yanked out again.  The cock inside the other dragging along his own was a powerful contrast to it.

	Together they built Mikey's pleasure rapidly.  His balls floated in the water while his pre mixed with the cum inside both lovers to leak out over them.  Above him father and son touched and nuzzled, their hands never idle, despite their hips staying kissed together.

	Splinted watched his floating son.  He was impressed with the creativity, but a pleasantly dirty thought made him try to improve the idea.  While Michelangelo pumped them both, Splinter pushed his tail lower into the water, then darted the tip forward to poke into his other lover's tight ring.  The effect was nearly instant.  The moment his tail popped in, the turtle's cum sprayed out.

	Mike's eyes bulged wide in surprise and immediately clenched in pleasure.  His hips and whole body kept moving though, with his seed splattering between the joined hips and inside each welcoming hole.  It lasted only a few seconds, but as always, it seemed so much longer.

	He finally came down, his shaft again sharing space inside Donatello, and smiled up at the two weakly.  "Whoa, dudes... this bath was totally worth breaking off the chase early."

	"Yes... I suppose it was." Splinter smiled down at him from over Don's shoulder.  "Next time, however, Michelangelo, let us know you are going to join in."

	"Sorry, Sensei..." The turtle wiped some cum from his lips, then licked it from his fingers "I just couldn't resist hopping in."

	Donatello took a deep breath and clenched around tho two cocks stretching his rear.  "I feel... a lot better now." He shook his head.  "Thank you for... errr... cheering me up, Splinter.  You too, Michelangelo, though you're lucky I don't pop you for interrupting that intimate moment."

	The other turtle looked embarrassed, but he didn't pull out.  They all stayed together until their cocks all softened.  Hands roamed welcoming flesh for a bit, but as soon as Splinter and Donatello heard footsteps coming, they climbed out of the water as fast they could.  The two looked at each other and laughed.
