Date: Fri, 11 Aug 2017 02:20:06 -0400
From: moonrising2224@gmail.com
Subject: A Photo With Dad

This story is wholly fictional- any similarity between any person or event
is entirely coincidental and entirely unintended. What takes place is
between two fully consenting adults.

Copyright me 2017.

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A Photo With Dad

We were cleaning out the attic when I found it. An old picture of me when I
was a baby, taking a bath with dad. There was so much joy in his face,
having fun with me in the tub, and me, oblivious to the world, just happy
being held by him. He was smaller then, with his smooth chest and lithe
figure. I looked over at him, noticing how he was considerably more
muscular nowadays. His biceps bulging in his tight white t-shirt as he
carried an old box of clothes to be taken out.

He noticed me looking at him and smiled. "It's good to have you back,
son. Thanks for coming to help your old man out."

It had been almost a year since mom and him divorced. "Irreconcialble
differences," the papers said. I still have no idea what that means. What
differences could drive anyone away from such a good looking man?

"It's good to be back, dad," I replied, and smiled back. The truth is, I
was almost scared to come back home. I assumed my father would have found a
new woman (or two or three...) in the time since the divorce. Just the
thought was like a knife in my chest. But when I first pulled up, it was
just dad's car in the driveway and nobody with him.

"What's that you got there, bud?" he asked, motioning towards the picture
in my hand.

I blushed slightly. The truth is, I've had a thing for my dad as long as I
could remember. I didn't want him to see the picture, see ME as a little
boy. I want him to see the man I've become.

"It's just an old picture of us in the bath," trying to dismiss him. But he
was already moving over to get a closer look.

"I remember this, it was our first bath together!" He laughed his deep,
powerful laugh. "It was one of the hottest summers on record, and we were
scared you'd get heat stroke. We drew up the bath to cool you down, but you
screamed and screamed unless I was holding you. So I got in the tub with
you. Your mom thought it was so funny, she snuck out the camera and took
this shot of us."

He stared at the picture a moment, then looked back at me. "You've grown up
so much since this picture, I almost forget you were ever a baby. I'm so
proud of the man you've become, son. I love you."

I moved closer to him and hugged him, thrilled at his words. He had really
been working hard at the gym. I could feel his firm, muscular back under
his shirt.

"Thanks dad. I love you too," I replied, and leaned my head against his as
his big hands wrapped around me.

I suddnely had an idea. "Hey dad, have you seen those pictures some people
are taking? Sort of like a `before and after,' re-creating old family
photos?"

"Yeah, your cousin showed me the one she took. Why do you ask?"

"Well, wouldn't it be funny to do our own of this picture?" The words were
barely out of my mouth and I was already regretting them.

Dad looked at me with his warm, dark eyes a split second before cracking up
laughing again.

"That'd be great!" he said, doubled over in laughter. "Let's go do it now!"

Surprised, but excited, I followed him downstairs to the bathroom. I took
out my phone and set it on the edge of the sink as dad got the water going.

He started undressing first, kicking off his shoes. I was transfixed as he
took off his shirt. He turned and noticed me watching, but kept undressing.
He pulled his jeans and underwear off at the same time, giving me a full
look at his cock and balls.

My jaw dropped- I figured my size had come from somehwere, but dad was
almost as big as mine and he was soft.

He got in the tub and looked up at me. "You gonna stand there staring or
join me, son?"

I blushed again, and quickly undressed. Dad's eyes studied me as much as
mine did him, and he let out a low whistle. "You really have grown up,
son," he said approvingly.

I set my phone's camera to timer, and leaned it against the wall. As I
approached the tub, I could see dad's cock slowly growing, and I felt a
jolt in my stomach. I didn't have time to think about it much, as I
stradled him and turned just in time for the camera to flash. He was fully
hard now, and I could feel him pressing between my ass cheeks.

I turned to look down at dad, and he was staring intensely at my own
growing cock. I started slowly grinding on him, and he let out a low
growl. He didn't say a word, his hand his sides, and his eyes closed. We
started moving together, gradually building up speed. He let out a moan as
the tip of his cock brushed up against my hole while mine slid on his abs.

I looked around and grabbed a bottle of shampoo. I poured it out on my hand
and reached around and grabbed him. Dad gasped and opened his eyes as I
worked up a lather.

"Fuck that feels good," he said quietly.

Aching for him, I leaned forward and guided him inside. He gasped again,
and started pumping almost immediately. His cock hadn't gotten much longer
hard, but ,God, it felt twice as thick. I winced as I tried to adjust to
his size, but he was unrelenting now.

My own cock was drenched in precum, and he put his hand on me to jack me
off as he thrust. It was my turn to gasp now, and he smiled at the
response.

"You feel so good son," he said. "Better than I ever thought."

His words aroused me even further, and, barely aware of myself, I started
to spray my load on his muscled chest. My ass reflexively squeezed down on
him as I came, and I suddenly felt his load shooting up in me. He plunged
deeper than he had before right as he finished, both of us moaning loudly.

We laid in the tub a few moments, breathing heavily on each other as we
caught our breath. I would have been content to stay there forever, his
cock still in me, until he said "How do you think the picture came out?"

"Let's take a look," I said.

I reluctantly got up, letting him slide out of me. I grabbed my phone and
pulled up the picture. Dad had gotten up too, coming closer to lean in,
water dripping down his manly body.

We examined it together. My face, blushing, my cock at full attention
pointing at dad. Dad's face, transfixed on my hardon, not smiling at all.

"Well," I said. "It's definitely not the same picture..."

Dad laughed his big laugh again, and nodded.

"No, it's not son. But I like this one more."

I looked up at him and he kissed me gently, but firmly. He broke away but
kept our foreheads close, and I whispered, "Me too, dad. Me too."