Date: Thu, 28 Jun 2012 03:46:14 -0400
From: drekguy08grad@gmail.com
Subject: One Last Bubble Bath

I've received a dozen emails asking if I planned on continuing my first
story "When Everything started to Change". Your kinds words of
encouragement, and photos to show me just how my story made you feel, have
all been very inspiring, so while I still plan to leave my original story
as it is, here's a new tale to sink your teeth into. It's a story about a
typical father and son...



One Last Bubble Bath
Chapter One
by
Wayne A. R. M.



For as long as I can remember, Derek and I have taken a bubble bath
together once a week. Now I realize, twelve may sound a little too old for
such rituals, but it has always been just us guys and so i never really put
any thought into it, until I caught my son; so I knew that we were swiftly
reaching the finish line. Soon I would have to have all the talks that
fathers and sons share. No more casual nudity, and shared aquatic ventures;
my boy is growing up. So, after work on Sunday evening I picked Derek up
from my mother's house and we went out to some Chinese place for dinner.
All day at work I had been nervous about approaching my son. I wasn't sure
whether or not I should wait for him to come to me, or if I should try to
initiate the discussion; but I knew one thing for sure, I wanted one last
bath time with my boy. The idea had my dick slowly hardening, and to be
honest, I am not sure why. I have never looked at my son in a sexual way,
or any other guy for that matter, but ever since I watched him through the
crack in my bedroom door while he flipped through those pages, I've been on
a pervy-daydream-like-drug.
I had come out of the shower and was heading into my room when I saw him. I
almost pushed the door open until I realized what he was looking at. My
heart started pounding a mile a second. I could see him flipping through
the pages, trembling with fear and excitement. As far as I was aware, my
son had never seen any explicit images up to that point. I hadn't given him
his own computer, and when he used mine, I made sure to switch the family
friendly search settings back on. I made sexual jokes and references around
my son occasionally, and he's seen some nudity on television, but nothing
like the content his eyes were absorbing now. A moment later, he slipped
the magazine back underneath my clothes and slid my dresser closed. When I
saw him heading for the door, I crept back down the hall and acted as
though I had just emerged from the bathroom. I still can't be sure what
exactly turned me on, but for the rest of the week, I found myself
trolling, reading confessions of dads who love their sons, and devouring
images of things I should feel ashamed for viewing. So, now here I was,
kneeling by the tub, waiting for the water to reach a desirable level and
all I could think about was my son reaching his out his small hand and
taking hold of my not so small cock.