TMNT - Four Reasons to Get Involved - Part 1 - 2016
#11 of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
A story for Dead Pegasus
Splinter catches his sons experimenting with and sexually exploring their teenage bodies. It's natural, but his own loneliness, among other things, encourages him to get involved in their exploration and experimentation.
Will they mind? Well, he has Four well toned reasons to want to get involved with his sons and he has plenty to teach them about being with another.
TMNT - Four Reasons to Get Involved - Part 1 by tannim January 15, 2015
"Shhh, cut it out, Mikey. You're making me make too much noise!"
Splinter's right ear twitched at the faint noise. It was difficult to meditate with his students trying to be quiet. They were up to something they didn't want him to know about. He really needed to teach them how to be quiet.
"Ah come on, that feels good, doesn't it? I can't help it if..."
The old rat sighed. He had to choose between trusting them or making sure they weren't doing anything foolish. Another sound came from their room and he opened his eyes and stood up. He'd have to go see what they were doing, since it clearly wasn't getting ready for their mission. Placing his hands behind his back, he walked slowly and silently to the next room.
"Don, what are... dude!" "Quiet, Leo, just enjoy it." "Guys, we're making too much noise!"
The hissed voices didn't come from their room when Splinter stopped next to it. They came from further down the sewer outside their main lair. He stroked his beard thoughtfully and tried to figure out exactly what they were doing just from their noises and somewhat quiet talking before he got there.
"Man, what... your shell isn't too bad, I guess." "I know, here, lemme try sticking it a little lower." "Just go back to your hand." "Awww, alright."
Splinter hesitated just a couple yards from the tunnel entrance. Given their grunts and heavy breathing, there could only be one thing they were doing together. Something very private and intimate that they may not want him to find out about. There was a scent in the heavy air to go with it. His students were growing up and experimenting.
How to deal with it raged in his mind. As their master it was his job to show them how to better themselves as ninja. Was it right to interrupt their exploration of their own bodies? Was it right to tell them to stop? Was it right, perhaps, to join in.
Long years alone made him pause at that last thought. He should have ignored it. Instead he crept closer and peered around just to make sure he needed to think it at all.
His turtles were spread in a circle around a small light, clearly aroused, and taking turns touching each with hands, mouths, and ever feet. They didn't notice him with their focus on each other, and he only watched for long enough to see Leonardo rubbing his face along Raphael's good sized erection.
Splinter left as silently as he had come, then called out to them, loudly, from the lair. There was a muffled scuffle that he could hear even well away from them and he smiled. They really did need more training on stealth. After the mission to weaken the Krang, however.
He was nearly finished meditating when the turtles got back. Raphael limped a little, glaring at Donatello, whose staff he had tripped over getting out of the van. Leonardo and Michelangelo made the report. Everything had gone reasonably well with less squabbling than usual.
"That is good. I'm glad you all made it back safely." Splinter ignored the grunt from Raph. "You worked well together against the Krang. Those machines should take a while before they can cause more mischief. You may all take the afternoon to rest and relax. No ninjitsu tonight."
"Hey, alright! TV here I come!" "Thank you, sensei." "I guess I can get to my new game early." "I... uh, any of you guys want to do a little, er, training, anyway?"
Raphael's cheeks blushed when the others stared at him open mouthed. They were still in the same room as Splinter! He scuffed his foot shrugged, saying sorry.
"Sorry for what, Raphael?" Splinter stared right at him, sitting up straighter. When there was no answer, he nodded. "You would like to go touch your brothers then?"
"Wha... What?! No! I mean, no way."
The rat looked to the other three who looked like they were ready to run. "What about you three?" He was not surprised by their hesitation. "You are all at a very... curious age, my students. There are things happening to your bodies that you are no doubt curious about. I know you have been experimenting with each other." He held up a hand for silence before they could say otherwise. "That is natural and normal. It is also not something to be ashamed of." The look of relief on their faces made him smile. "I saw you earlier, and heard you, when you were outside the lair."
"You... saw us?" Mikey's eyes went wide. "How'd you find us?!"
"Incidentally, you will all be getting extra lessons on stealth."
"Hey, we were quiet!"
Splinter shook his head. "For you, perhaps. For the others, no. I do not mind that you were touching each other so intimately. There are many things that one can do with a body, however. Things can get out of hand when sex clouds the mind. You may continue to explore your urges, but I would like to be there with you as you experiment so things do not get out of control."
The turtles exchanged glances, not sure how to react. Their sensei naked with them and touching them like that sounded very embarrassing. That embarrassment brought with it a hint of excitement, though they didn't fully realize it beyond a tingle in their loins.
Splinter stood up and ran a soft skinned hand along Raphael and Donatello's faces. "You are sweaty. Is it from battle or is it from your exertions before you left? One thing about sexual experimentation is that there are plenty of fluids and sweat. I think it would be best if your experimentation took place in the bath rather than in that dirty sewer exit."
Donatello tapped his beak. "Hey, that's a good idea. It'd be a lot easier to clean up."
"And a lot of fun splashing around. I'm in."
"Well, so long as the water's warm. I don't want to think about doing anything in cold water!"
"With the four of us in there, I don't think it'd get too cold."
Splinter pat Leonardo's chest shell. "Make that Five of us. I will be there with you."
"Oh, right." Leo looked at his brothers as they stood around uncertainly. "Five then."
After a few quiet awkward seconds, Splinter stretched and simply walked to the door. "Well, I will head there now. You are welcome to join me." None of the turtles moved. He stood with his back to them. "You seemed so eager before, Raphael. The rest of you, too." The rat looked back at them before continuing on his way. "If you are all too shy to learn as a team, I do not mind giving you each private lessons."
Raph looked at the others, scuffed his foot over the floor, then followed. Don and Leo just looked at each other. They were both embarrassed at the idea, but neither wanted to be left behind and they followed too.
Michelangelo stood gaping at their backs as they all left. "Shy? No way! I'm not even close to shy. Why, I... Hey, wait, I'm coming too!"
The pool room was a shallow fancy hotel pool that was long abandoned. It was a short walk from the lair, but it was underground and had been repaired and cleaned up for their use. With the deepest portion at four feet and the shallowest at one, it had been perfect for their needs in the past for both exercise and cleanup, especially after splinter had installed a partition between the deeper end and the shallower end for less drainage.
Splinter stood with arms crossed, watching them shuffle in around him. They still looked shy, but curiosity and the desire to NOT appear shy had them fidgeting and trying to look like they knew what was going to happen. He had to think of a good way to ease them into accepting his presence in an intimate situation that would work with their shyness.
"You are all very shy about this situation. You fidget. You hesitate. You flush with embarrassment. First, I think you need a warm-up. Something to make you more comfortable around me, as you are with each other. Michelangelo! Stand here." Splinter pointed to the spot in front of him and the turtle hurried to it. "You were last in, but I heard you say you were not shy." He lifted the teen's chin with a finger and smiled. "I want you to help me disrobe. You, Leonard, Donatello, and Raphael, will turn and face the wall. You will not watch. You will not peak. You will not speak. Turn, now."
The three stared opened mouthed for a few seconds, then stood stiffly at attention and turned away. Donatello glanced briefly back, then jerked his head around to the wall when Splinter said his name sharp. Raph opened his mouth to say something to him, then shut it when their father told them no talking again. Leonardo simply took a deep breath and tried to relax.
Their brother stared at the imposing figure in front of him, not sure how to start. "Um, may 'I' speak, Sensei?"
"You may, if you wish, however, do not describe what you see when you help me out of my robe." Splinter held his arms out to the side, then let his stiff expression soften. "I want each of you to have your own experience."
"Uh... I just, pull it off?"
His father nodded. "That is one way to do it, certainly. You do it however you wish."
Michelangelo looked at his brothers, then stood up straight and walked with all the machismo he could imitate from his comics and tv shows to his sensei. It was hard for Splinter not to show his amusement at the unnecessary strutting, but he kept his face impassive as his son walked around him twice and gripped his robe just below his neck for a sudden yank to pull it open.
Splinter braced himself when he saw the teen's muscles clench and was glad he did when Mikey pulled. The belt holding his robe closed stretched a bit, but held against the pressure. Only half his chest was exposed.
"Erm, you may want to start with the belt first, my son."
The turtle cheeks flushed at that and more so at the snicker from his brothers. "Hey, he said QUIET! Sorry, Sensei, just uh... doing it slow! Yeah, that's what I was doing." Michelangelo tugged the belt loose as he kept talking. "I didn't want to do it all at once. Have to play it COOL, uh, I guess."
With the belt open he tried again, pulling much more gently and from the waistline, then at the shoulders when the robe caught on his master's arms. Splinter simply looked at him when he kept fighting the arms. It took several seconds for Mikey to think to move around back and pull from there.
Splinter let his arms slip free and his robe fell to the floor. Michelangelo looked relieved as he walked around front again and stood with arms crossed. His father stood with arms at his sides undressed, as far as his son was concerned.
"You're not finished yet, Michelangelo." Splinter motioned to the many layers of soft white cloth that wrapped around his waist, lower belly, thighs, and groin. The same material as he had wrapped around his lower arms. "You must take it all off."
"I knew that." Mikey hurried over, rather enjoying the view of his father's lean but well muscled body.
He didn't see the rat's body so exposed too often anymore, something he dwelled on as he figured out how to untie and unwrap that same body. When did he last see his dad naked? He knew he'd seen it, but he couldn't actually recall any real details about it. The unwrapping only took a couple minutes, but that was a very long time for all of them.
His brothers wanted desperately to turn and look, but even the slightest turn got a reminder not to. Splinter only wore a robe. What was taking Michelangelo so long?!
Mikey wasn't too surprised by most of what was exposed as he unwound it, his father's hips looked about the same, but as he got closer to his father's groin, he found a bulge that intrigued him. There were two bulges, then three. Then there was only one again but made of two parts. Splinter's penis hung out and while it looked a little different from his own, Michelangelo wasn't that surprised by it. The bulges underneath, however, had his mouth opening in amazement.
"Did you always...?"
Splinter covered his mouth with a hand before he could ask anything. "No hints for your brother's Michelangelo. You see what you see and let them see what they see. Not a word when your turn is over until all turns are over."
"Oh, uh, ok." The teen's own groin was much different than his master's, though both were stiff with excitement from the situation. He wanted very much to touch Splinter's groin, but once the wrapping was completely off, his father stepped back and simply posed for him. "Should I do your hands, too, sensei?"
"Not at this time. That would take more time and I am certain your brothers wish to take their turns as soon as possible. I am undressed enough." Splinter bent to pick up the wrapping. "You do not seem quite as shy now."
"Nope! I am ALL over being shy. Wait, no, that means I'm always shy..."
"Your turn is finished. Go, stand with the others while I redress."
Mikey hesitated, opened his mouth to say something, then obeyed without word. He watched his sensei wrap his hips again with practiced ease as long as he could, then sighed and faced the wall. Exposing his father had been kind of fun.
After a minute of quiet noises, Splinter called Donatello over. "You will help me out of my robe, just as Michelangelo did." As before he softened his expression to less teacherlike rigidity and spread his arms. "Whenever you are ready, my son."
"Yes, well. I can't see why it took Mikey so long to do that." Donatello stepped behind Splinter, his cheeks just as red as if he'd been thinking of April. A quick tug on his sensei's robe made him remember the belt. "Oh, right. Hehe, sorry, Sensei. I guess I forgot about that."
"Excitement can make us all forget to pay attention to simple details." Splinter looked back at Donatello. "Especially when those details involve intimate attention."
"Heh, yeah... I guess." Donatello reached around his father on the right to try to work the belt free. Then around the other way. "Er, sorry. Can't get it to well from back here."
"Try using both hands at once."
Donny wrapped his arms around Splinter as though he were hugging him. He had to scoot up close, but he managed to untie his sensei's belt. He also felt the strong warm figure against his shell front and against his arms. Somehow hugging then was much more interesting than the many other times they'd hugged. He really didn't want to let go.
"Erm, Donatello? The robe."
The teen let go and pulled it from his father's shoulders. Embarrassment was clear on his face as he walked back around. He'd really gotten distracted there.
Splinter smiled and cupped Donatello's chin. "If we were in a normal intimate situation, that would actually have been a very good thing you did. However, your brothers await and you are not yet done."
"I'm not?" Don looked down and smacked his forehead. "Of course I'm not. I even heard you tell Mikey! I'll, er, just get that started, shall I?"
His hands were much more adept at the wrapping and figuring out how it had gone. He, too, was just as curious about the bulges he uncovered as he exposed more and more of his father. There was a lot to hide in that underwear!
"Oh my, that's very... oops, right, silent. I remember." Donatello looked down at his own groin, then at Splinter's and back up to his father's face. "I guess I'm not too shy now either, huh?"
"No, you are not." Splinter stepped back again to avoid touch and turned to show himself off as he had before.
Donatello went back to the wall and stared at it thinking about what he'd seen. He'd enjoyed that a lot more than he had expected too. A glance at Mikey told him that his brother had too.
Splinter stood dressed once more. "When you are ready, Raphael."
Raph said nothing as he sized up his father. He wanted to impress and was the first to grab the belt first off. Splinter said nothing in return and merely watched him. That watching made the teenager more anxious and tense as he grabbed the rat's robe from the front and pushed it back.
His father's arms couldn't slip out, or simply didn't, until he leaned in close with his chest to Splinter's. He could feel his sensei's hot breath on the back of his neck when he was pulling it off and around to the front. That strong chest against his made him stay there a couple seconds more than he needed, but he pulled away quickly after that.
"There, that's the robe, now... oh, I remember that."
"I am sure you do, my son." Splinter chuckled. "You all stared at it a fair bit."
"Yeah, we did. I'm the fastest so far, huh?" Raphael dropped to his knees and went to work at the wrappings around his dad's waist.
"Speed is not always a good thing, Raphael. Sometimes taking longer is better. Some things are best when you take as long as you can. For both parties involved."
"Is now one of those times?" Raph looked up along the masculine belly and chest to his father's deep dark eyes. "I'll assume so as you usually don't say that stuff unless I'm doing something wrong."
"Now is one of those times if you want it to be."
"Oh, one of THOSE types of times. The times when we don't get direct answers."
The annoyed tone made Splinter rub his cheek. "Yes, it is one of those times. Relax and enjoy yourself. There is no need to rush through exploration."
Raph took a deep breath but didn't look up or stop unwrapping. He had to chided himself for getting worked up over nothing again and tried to enjoy it. Exposing his father's erection and the pouch below had him forgetting all about that and wishing he had taken just a bit longer. After a few years, he had forgotten how different Splinter looked down there compared to him. Watching the rat posing for him actually brought a smile to his beak.
He walked back to the wall thinking. 'You were right, as usual, Sensei. I really should have taken my time.'
"You're turn Leonardo." Splinter swished his tail behind him after dressing again. "When you are ready."
Leonardo hesitated a few seconds, then tugged at the belt. He'd heard the others and didn't want to make that mistake. He didn't want to hurry, either, though.
His master's rob hung open a few inches, exposing a strip of his chest, belly, and the wrappings that were all he wore underneath. Leo tugged Splinter's robe open to see the wrapping better, then stepped back again, worried he shouldn't. He wanted to see under those wrappings, though.
"You can remove whatever you like in whichever order you like, Leonardo. One does not have to come off before the other."
"It just seems, weird, Sensei." Leonardo hesitated another few seconds before kneeling in front of his father and spreading the rat's robe again. His hands were less steady than Raphael's had been with excitement keeping them clumsy as he unwrapped the strips of cloth. "I know I've seen you naked before, Sensei, but I can't quite picture what was down here."
"Is that so?" Splinter smiled as he felt the cool air on his groin again. "Well, now you can."
Leonardo stared just as his brothers had. The stiff erection was handsome jutting up above Splinter's heavy scrotum. Sitting back a bit made it all the more interesting with his father's robe closing up to partially hide them again.
"Now the rest, Leonardo."
"Huh? Oh. Right." The turtle stood and took his father's robe from one side around to the other to slip it free. He stood surprised at himself for how shallow he was breathing. "There. That was kind of nice."
Splinter stepped back to pose one last time. "I hope it still is, my son."
"Definitely." Leo watched the tail swish around and sighed when his sensei set his robe and wrappings, arms and groin, away from the pool. "And I guess we haven't really even started yet, huh?"
"You may all turn back around now." Splinter stepped into the shallow water without looking back at his turtles. "Is the heat on, Donatello?"
The turtles watched him curiously. Seeing him fully exposed with sexual thoughts running through their minds was so much different than seeing him normally. He seemed taller. His fur seemed shinier and his groin caught their eye more than it ever had when they were little. They'd already seen how similar it was to their own, but the color of his penis and fur behind it were intriguing yet oddly embarrassing. The pouch under his penis was something that none of them had and held most of their attention.
Donatello looked up from his sensei's bare groin. "Ah, sorry, master. It's better to leave it off when we aren't going to use it. It'll take a few minutes to get up to temperature."
Splinter stepped back out of the cool water. "Then the next warm-up shall start next to bath instead of in it. This time it shall be being comfortable being naked with a partner."
"But we see each other naked all the time, master." Leonardo looked down at himself. "We're nearly naked now."
"Yes." The old rat nodded as he stepped in front of Leo. His student held still when he reached up to unfasten the blue band around his head. Splinter rubbed both hands down Leonardo's cheeks and neck before fiddling with his son's sword harness and pads, stripping the turtle of the little gear he wore. "Nearly naked."
Leonardo tensed as he was stripped. Having his gear removed had never felt so embarrassing before. He felt more exposed than he should have, but having his sensei naked right in front of him touching him was as exciting as it was embarrassing. The rat's stiff member brushed his shell when Splinter leaned around him to work a buckle open. That made Leonardo push away. Even through his shell he could feel the other male's heat.
Splinter let his student go. "Is something wrong, Leonardo?"
"I felt... weird. That's all." Leo looked at the others, who were looking with interest at their teacher's body.
They'd all watched the exchange and they all looked nervous, though some from excitement and others from reservations about what was happening. Each of the three were erect and each of them were fiddling awkwardly with a strap or buckle as though unsure if they really wanted to take them off. Leonardo couldn't put his discomfort aside either, for whatever reason.
They really did see each other bare all the time. At least, mostly bare. What little bit that was covered shouldn't have made any difference at all. In the past, it wouldn't have and never did. Thinking about intimate touching made it all harder.
Leo reached for the buckle that Splinter had been working off, but his sensei's hand caught his wrist. "It is better if I do this."
"Yes, master."
The turtle stood straighter and steeled himself for the touch. It hadn't felt bad. It had just been unexpected. His brothers had never been that hot and, when Splinter again pressed against him, he felt himself smile at the returning heat. Being that close to Splinter let him smell his teacher better, too. He smelled clean, good, and interesting.
Splinter smiled when Leonardo didn't pull away again. He took his time removing the buckle, letting his body heat rub against the teen and his erection rub against the teen's hard shell. When he had it free he crouched slightly and turned so that his cock rubbed against Leo's, but made no mention of it as he pulled away.
While the turtle gaped at him, Splinter crouched down to more or less eye level with his student's dick. "Just the ankle straps left."
Donatello was glad to have something to distract himself from his thoughts with checking the water temperature. "The bath is a little warmer, Sensei. It's, er, still going to be a while yet, though."
Michelangelo laughed to ease his own anticipation. "I'm a lot warmer!"
"Warm enough, yeah..." Raph's hands clenched and relaxed slowly, he wanted to have their master strip him like that.
Leonardo felt his ankle bands tugged off, but was more focused on splinter's breath puffing over his cock. That subtle bump had really made him tense before. They hadn't done anything but strip and already he felt confused, nervous, embarrassed, and wanting more. He did wish he hadn't had to go first though.
Splinter tossed the straps with the rest and stood up. "NOW, you are naked." He looked at the others. "Would you do the same for each other?"
Raphael hesitated, looking at his brothers for a few seconds before stepping away from them. "Uhh... Master, could you strip me, instead? I'll let Leo help them, since he's already bare."
Mikey and Don stepped next to him, both saying the same thing. Raphael shot them a look, but Splinter clapped his hands to get their attention. All eyes shot back to him.
"Very well. I will do all of you. Raphael, you are next. Leonard, you stand next to the others and get used to being fully exposed while aroused."
All four turtles chorused. "Yes, Sensei."
Splinter handled Raphael and the other three exactly as he had done for their brother. The closeness felt wonderful for him and each of them reacted nearly the same to his closeness and warmth, though they didn't pull away beyond a flinch at his unexpected heat. He looked forward to more intimate exploration once their new lessons really started.
Leonardo felt very exposed at first and each of his brothers took a minute or more to get over that same embarrassing awkwardness. Training and working out together had been about anything but each others bodies. Being naked with their teacher and focusing exclusively on each other took some getting used to. They realized Splinter had been right to start them off with getting comfortable with each other in such a situation.
"There. You are all now fully naked." Splinter tested the water to distract himself as well as to turn away from their curious and so very interested eyes. "Still to cool for a full bath, so we will have a traditional old hand shower instead."
"What's a hand shower?" Michelangelo looked confused. "Isn't that just washing your hands in a sink?"
The others grunted, but Splinter simply sat down on a low bench at the edge of the pool. "No, Michelangelo. A hand shower is when I lay down and you all rub the water handful by handful over my body and wash it by hand."
"Whoa, that sounds weird. Dibs on Sensei's chest!"
Splinte turned straddled the bench and lay on his belly, propping his head up with his hands under his muzzle. "Starting with my back side up."
"Looks like you get to wait Mikey." Raphael laughed.
Leonardo knelt between pool and bench, taking the first cupped handful of water and dribbling it over his master's back. "Sensei, is this Really a tradition?"
"It is now."
"Ah. Well," Leo watched the water spread out over Splinters smooth short fur and took his first tentative rub through it, "I think I'm going to like this tradition."
None of the turtles started at his buttocks. Mikey was pushed away until Raph had one leg and Don had the other, but he got in on Splinter's lower back and none of them spoke much after that. The room was quiet other than the sound of water trickling off the rat's well toned and aged body mixing with their shallow excited breathing.
For Splinter, their fingers scrubbing through his fur was a relaxing massage. For the students, it was an intimate exploration of rarely seen and touched anatomy. There was no hurrying. They each went over the same areas more than a few times whether one of their brothers had already washed there or not.
Donatello was the first to do more than look at their sensei's posterior and they all heard a soft grunt from Splinter when the still warming water trickled into the rat's crevice. They'd tried not to stare at it as they touched him, but they'd all wanted to. Donatello's fingers indented the tight flesh of the buttock when he pressed, but the muscle there was firm enough to resist the scrubbing touch.
Raphael and Michelangelo grumbled since they'd went to tail and feet first, though they were enjoying Splinter's taut leg muscles flexing lightly under their grip. The muscles did relax and soften up as their fingers worked into them, though, and as they did both legs spread just a little. The two turtles had an unexpected view of that strange pouch between their sensei's legs. They wondered if they should wash that area, too, since part of it was technically in the back.
Leonardo was happy with his master's back and shoulders. There would be plenty of time with lower regions and he was trying to identify the muscles they'd learned about in the past. Years of exercise and training, had left them well developed. Leo leaned in close for some, close enough to press his cheek to Splinter's smooth moist fur. His brothers looked at him when he did it, but none said anything. He hoped they were jealous they hadn't thought of it.
Splinter's thighs clenched when Donatello's fingers dipped a little to close under his tail, but he didn't say anything about that. They were free to wash everywhere. When fingers moved too fast, however, he did tell them that there was no hurry. His sons fingers didn't get any slower, though there were more pauses to trickle more water over him.
Leo moved to his master's rump with Don and rather liked the thrill that touching down there gave him. He could see under Splinter's tail on and off to the hole they all knew was there. He took charge of washing his master's tail specifically to see underneath after several scrubbings around it's base. Getting to see the fleshy sack down below between his sensei's legs was a pleasant extra bonus.
Splinter waited for nearly five minutes for his sons to do his scrotum, but none thought to do it. They had gone over his tail, his back, legs, and even his glutes several times and he realized they weren't going to. Only two, as far as he could tell, dared to scrub under his tail along his crevice and over his anus. They were ready for something else and so was he, oh so very ready.
Without a word he pushed himself up and lay on his back instead, enjoying their uncertain groping during his repositioning. They looked at him, then each other, and then down along his body at his erection swaying in time to his heartbeat just over his firm flat belly. There were several moments of hesitation before Michelangelo dipped his hands back into the pool and poured water onto his master's chest.
Mikey smirked at them as he let the water trickle down through his fingers. "I still have dibs."
There were grunts of annoyance, but they were to cover up the relief at their brother breaking that tension. Washing their teacher by hand hadn't been embarrassing when he was on his belly. With Splinter on his back, the rat couldn't help but look at them as they touched him. None of them could think of anything to say as they went about avoiding the area they wanted to touch.
Leonardo went down to his sensei's legs while Raphael started with his master's neck. They each found enjoyment touching Splinter and feeling his body responding to theirs. All three felt his heartbeat pounding rapidly through his pelt, something they hadn't noticed from the back.
After several hesitant moments considering where to start, Donatello went with Splinter's face. He had to be careful about dripping the water over the rodent's long muzzle to keep it out of eyes and mouth. Splinter looked right at him as he ran his fingers over that lovely velvety facial fur. Even with his own arousal distracting him, it was more embarrassing than talking with April!
Donatello swallowed hard and turned away to look at the others, then back to his task. "Sorry, Sensei. It's really hard to, well, concentrate with you watching me."
"I know. That is why I am watching you." Splinter turned his head to see his son's shell covered chest and lower until he was staring at his son's firm erection. "How is this? Is this less embarrassing?"
The turtle followed his teacher's gaze and felt his cheeks flush brightly. "Ahh... no. Actually that's worse."
Splinter turned to look straight up again. "So this is fine?"
"Yes!" Don turned away for another handful of water. "Yes, that's fine."
"Good, it's more comfortable. You look pretty blushing."
Donatello's hands hovered over the rat's face with his mouth hanging open at the compliment. If April had said it, he'd have felt wonderful. If his brothers had said it he'd have probably hit them as they would obviously have been making fun of him. His sensei had said it. His father. The naked formerly human rodent he'd been fondling for the past several minutes while naked had said it. Said it after looking directly at his penis and directly in his face.
"I, well, thank you."
Splinter shifted to get his head more comfortable on his hands again. "You may continue."
Don brushed over his teacher's beard and chin, staring right at his father again. He didn't dare look at his brothers after that. They would be staring at him. They heard it. They couldn't have not heard it. He was curious about how Raph was taking it and didn't have to wait long before the more aggressive turtle had moved up their father's chest to bump his shell against Donatello's.
"I finished down below. Mov..." Raphael saw Splinter watching him and felt just as awkward as Don had as he softened his tone. "Uh, you want to, uh... take my place?"
Leo had already moved to their master's chest and pushed Michelangelo down to his sensei's belly. Mikey huffed but didn't really mind too much. It got him closer to that oh so interesting area nobody had dared to wash yet. He saw Raphael's sudden embarrassment and even a hint of relief on Donatello's face as they changed positions and decided to go for it. Everybody was embarrassed anyway, how could it be any worse?
"That's totally ok, Leo. You can have up there." Michelangelo turned away to dip his hands into the probably warm enough water and pressed them right down onto Splinter's groin fur just at the root of his erection. "I got this."
Splinter clenched his jaw and much of his body at the sudden touch and hoped none of his students noticed his reaction, but thankfully they had all looked down at their brother at that moment. He relaxed more fully after that, glad that one of them had finally been brave enough to touch his most intimate parts, or at least very close to them. Mikey scrubbed around his penis obviously for show to make his brothers jealous before actually grasping the shaft.
The rat cleared his throat to get their attention onto something else as no other hands touched him for several seconds. "Raphael, you were switching places with Donatello, weren't you?"
"Sorry, Sensei!" The gruff turtle rubbed over his master's muzzle fur, but his gaze drifted until Splinter told him to focus on his task.
Raph saw why Donatello had had such a hard time. The eyes boring into him were hard to take. It was even harder to take knowing that his goof off brother was playing with their father's cock and pouch instead of him. Splinter didn't turn away and every time he looked, the wise old eyes were looking right into his.
Michelangelo was impressed. He'd felt his own dick before and even his brothers, but his sensei's penis was hotter and a little larger. It fit pleasantly in his hand with enough room to squeeze up and down. He could feel Splinter's heartbeat perfectly while squeezing it. Then there was the weird fleshy pouch below it. That was even more interesting.
It was soft and had things inside he could move around easily. The fur along it was even shorter than the fur over his master's body. When he got it wet, the whole pouch visibly shifted, even before he touched it again. He hoped it wasn't some weird parasite like his comics, but he was sure his sensei would have asked them to remove it if it had been.
Splinter kept his gaze on Raphael, but he really wanted to sit up. It was a lot more difficult to focus on all four of his sons at once than he'd expected. Leonard was very vigorous in scrubbing through his chest and belly fur. While Donatello had given up on his neck to run both hands along his legs. Michelangelo was the hardest to ignore while playfully patting his scrotum, though. That turtle was rough with new toys when he didn't know he had to be gentle.
Without looking away from his more aggressive son, Splinter tried to ease his own discomfort. "Michelangelo! Wash, do not pummel!"
It was more forceful than he'd intended and he found his own cheeks reddening at that. Raphael hesitated and turned away quickly for more water, though his master knew that he'd seen. The turtle came back to see the flush still there.
"Sorry, Sensei!" Mikey jerked his hands back at the reprimand, but they were so soft and so weird he had to put them back on for a more gentle massage.
"Uh, you ok, Master?" Raph dribbled the water down both cheeks at once before caressing them and up to rub around his father's ears.
"I'm fine. Your brother was just being too rough with a tender area." Raphael looked upset about something and, after a few moments, Splinter reached up to pat his face. "You are quite pretty too, Raphael."
His son's face flushed but Raph didn't look away. He was less elated than Don had been, but only because he hadn't gotten the compliment first. The feelings were still there, though. He stiffened and tried to be more gentle washing his father's forehead.
Michelangelo couldn't resist scooting over to lean over Raphael. "Aw, you're so pretty, Raph, I think you're going to turn into a rose if you get much prettier with those rosey chee... OW!"
Leonardo took over for Michelangelo down at his master's genitals. He didn't try to help Mikey out of the pool where Raphael's fist had sent him. They really were interesting. Splinter's penis was nearly seven inches long and looked felt so hot. Holding both pouch and cock in his hands made the turtle smile. He liked having something extra to play with down there than just a dick.
Donatello scrubbed up while Leo groped their father. He traced both finely muscled legs with spread hands until his thumbs nestled into the crease between scrotum and thigh. The soft skin on one side was an impressive contrast to the taut muscular skin on the other. Splinter's soft fur did little to hide the texture differences. Leonardo's cupping hand got in the way a bit but he didn't mind sharing something so new to them.
It took several seconds for Michelangelo to climb out of the water. "Not cool, Raph. Not cool."
Splinter saw his son tense and sighed. "You should know better than to make fun of your brother for receiving a compliment, Michelangelo!"
Mikey shrank back. "Sorry, Sensei... I got carried away."
"Here, Mikey, you can take my place." Raphael hurried down to his master's legs after pushing Michelangelo to his master's face.
It was a relief to be away from there. Washing another's face like that was too intense and embarrassing to handle for too long, especially when there was something else he was looking forward to experiencing. If only his other brothers weren't already in the way experiencing it themselves.
Still, Splinter's legs weren't a bad thing to explore either. He felt the older rat's feet and ankles clench under his fingers and moved up the thighs wetting the already wet fur repeatedly. Leonardo had given up their father's penis to Donatello and had both their father's legs spread wider to roll and lightly squeeze the only part that Splinter had that they didn't.
The staring was too much for Mikey after being reprimanded. He couldn't look into their master's eyes for too long without the intense discomfort making him turn away. Having his dad stare at his erection was easier for him and rather pleasant for Splinter, who had wanted an excuse to.
"You are pretty in your own way, Michelangelo, just as Raphael, Donatello, and Leonardo are." He blew over his son's erection just to make Mikey more aware of it. "Perhaps not quite as mature as they are... yet."
"I, uh... yeah, you're right."
Hearing Michelangelo too distracted to speak had all three of the others looking over at him. Leonardo let the other two have his spot and moved over to do Splinter's neck and face as well. His embarrassed brother fled and he stared into his master's eyes for the first time as more than just a student or son.
"You've been very quiet Leonardo. You are, perhaps, the most patient of all of my students."
Leo pressed his wet hands to his father's face and smiled. "And you are very pretty, father."
Splinter smiled. "Thank you." Just as with the others, he held his son's gaze while the teen washed him. He waited until Leonardo had turn away for more water before asking. "Did saying that embarrass you?"
"I..." The turtle glanced at his brothers touching their Sensei's penis and balls. All of them had waited for their father to say they were pretty. Saying it himself had been easier, but he really had felt weird saying it. He didn't flush as they had, but he felt guilty for doing it. "Yes."
"Do you think it was bad to have said it?" Splinter turned away before a drip of water ran into his eye at Leonardo's suddenly unsteady hands.
"I don't know. I don't think so. It just seemed right when I did it."
"And so it was. I could still say you are pretty if you need me to. You are, but saying the same compliment too many times in a row weakens it. However, when you said it, that was the first time you said it, so you strengthened it's meaning again."
"Um, ok. I'm not sure I get that." Leonardo rubbed his teacher's cheeks. "I'd really like to go over it again sometime."
Two fingers were sliding entirely too low along Splinter's scrotum and the rat decided they'd all had enough exploration time. He took a long deep breath, letting the fingers get close to his anus in the back, before suddenly clenching his legs and sitting up. All four of his sons looked at him, but Mikey was the one with his hand trapped. The turtle took the opportunity to twist his hand and hold his father's balls one last time before the thighs relaxed to let him out.
"So, you have all become very familiar with my body. Perhaps not quite as familiar as you are with each other, but that is not a bad thing." He looked from one to another. "You all look more comfortable with each other as well as with me. Donatello, is the water ready?"
"Er, yes, sensei. It's been ready for a little while now, actually. Thankfully the thermostat has it set to stop heating when it reaches around one hundred degrees, give or take. I could make it hotter if you like, though."
"No, thank you, this is fine." Splinter stepped in. "Now, we may do more interesting things."
"Alright!"
Water splashed all around and all three other turtles yelled. "MIKEY!"
"What? We're going to get wet anyway. We already ARE we!"
"I guess he does have a point." Raph shoved Donatello and Leonardo in only to be pulled in himself when Don grabbed his dick and held on just as he was shoved. "Hey, Easy with that!"
Splinter watched his sons splashing about and enjoyed seeing their well developed bodies moving around. He had never been able to so openly admire them before. Being able to do so kept his excitement up and eased the mental stress he'd put up with to suppress his sexual side for so long.