Chapter 14

John and John, Jr.

John's son loved his father deeply. When he suggested earlier that his Dad enter Carter Court after the death of his mother, it hurt him severely. For he knew that his Dad was alive, both mentally and physically. But because of a faltering marriage, he couldn't take his father in, a choice he preferred for a number of reasons. He indirectly knew that his Dad and mother had a vibrant sex life for he walked in on them on several occasions while they were in an act of sex. Once, when he came home from school early, he found them having intercourse on the sofa in the living room. 
	After that, he tended to be a little more cautious when entering. That one experience taught him to peek through a window, whether kitchen, living room, or bedroom, to see if there was any unusual activity. It was on one of these occasions that he saw Marcie, his mother, sucking his Dad's cock. He had seen his Dad's cock flaccid on a number of occasions, but this was the first time he'd ever seen it erect. It was every bit of 8 inches in length and 2 inches in width. He guessed its girth to be around 5 1/2 to 6 inches. He remembered thinking how beautiful and stately it looked as it emerged from his mother's mouth, wet and shiny. 
	Another time, he watched his Dad suck his mother's cunt while she sat in an old rocker inherited from his grandmother. She was naked, her bare feet resting on a coffee table, his Dad between her legs. There were other encounters. But the one encounter that changed John Jr.'s attitude toward sex happened while he was masturbating; his Dad walked in on him. His embarrassment was total, as total as it could be for a teenager to be caught in this compromising situation. But he always remembered his Dad's reaction. He came into the bedroom, hesitated, but sat down next to him. Instead of the expected parental reprimand, his Dad said, "Son, this might be a good opportunity for me to speak to you about sex. I won't say much and I'll get out so you can finish what you're doing.  What you're doing is good and normal. Never be ashamed or feel guilty." With that, he stood and left. John Jr. remembered the deflation that occurred afterward. His hard on went from super hard to limp in only a few seconds. But upon reflection in the days following that episode, he would smile the smile of manhood and the smile of relief that came from ridding himself of the guilt that accompanied his previous masturbatory activities. He didn't realize it until years later that this brief sexual lesson endeared him deeply to his Dad. He saw that he and his Dad were kindred humans in their sexuality and that they were bound together by their mutual sexuality. This was the human condition. 
	John Jr. was now a grown man in his early 50's. His marriage had gone through some rough spots and, ultimately, it led to a divorce. It was at this time that John Jr.'s visits to his father at Carter Court became more and more frequent. He needed someone to talk to and his father offered the comfort and advice that he needed in this trying period. Often, he would stay overnight with his father. The bonding of father and son grew in intensity at these times, each sharing his joys, anxieties and fears. Inevitably, the subject of masturbation would come up since John had fantasized, over the years, his father's one-time lesson in sexuality.
	His fantasies, in fact, brought closure to that instruction on guilt. While masturbating, John Jr. would often relive that instructional moment in a variety of fantasies. In one fantasy,
after delivering the instruction, his father would take out his dick, sit next to John Jr. and masturbate with him. In another, he and his father would share techniques. They would experiment with Vaseline and other lubricants. They would experiment with hand positions and movements. In another, they would strip naked and his father would place John Jr.'s hand on his dick and ask him to explore its hardness. In yet another, his father would tell his son to lie back and relax while he tenderly massaged the shaft, its tender head gorged with blood, until he came. The mutations and permutations of these fantasies were endless. But they were only that, fantasies. John Jr. wanted a closure that brought him closer to his Dad based on that earlier realization that they were human in their sexuality. 
	One night, after an early dinner at his Dad's apartment, John Jr. and his father relaxed. An aperitif eased them into this relaxed mood. John Jr. moved the direction of the discussion around to that moment when his Dad walked in on him masturbating.
	 "Dad," he said nervously, "do you remember the time you walked in on me."
	 John Sr. looked over the top of his glasses directly into his son's eyes and replied, "Yes, son, I do. I often wondered how that instruction helped or hindered you in later years. I often reflected on the inadequacy of words. I often felt I should have said more. How did it affect you?"
	John Jr. laughed. "At that given moment, my penis went soft!" He continued in a more serious vein, "Days, weeks, months, and years later, however, I came to realize that it was the greatest advice you could have given me. I felt closer to you after that than I ever did in my entire life, save now." 	
	"Save now? How do you feel now?" John Sr. asked.
	"I'm a little embarrassed to say it, Dad," he stammered, "but I feel like that little boy again, but, now, I want to hold you in my arms. Is that wrong?"
	"Here we are back to the inadequacy of words again," John Sr. replied. "No son, that is a perfectly normal and human reaction. In fact, over the years, I've wanted to do just that, hold you tight and not let you go. Come here, sit next to me." 
	Feeling like the little boy of those years, he eased into the warm embrace of his father's arms. They said nothing for the next 30 minutes. But there were tears in their eyes as each relived this moment in time in his own way. And it was inevitable in their thoughts, that this night would be an epiphany. 
	John Jr. spoke first. "Dad, let's go to bed and continue this embrace. I want you to feel my love for you." His Dad moved slowly, as if in a trance. He kissed his son's brow tenderly, stood, helped by his son's firm grip, and moved to the bedroom where he sat on the edge of the bed. His son whispered, "Dad, sit still and let me undress you." First, he untied his shoes and removed his socks. He felt his father's feet, caressing them with his hands and face. Then he stood before his father and kissed his eyes and brow and gray hair, pressing his head to his breast. Next, he removed his shirt. His 72 years still showed the firmness of youth except for the dense silvery gray hair on his chest. But this enhanced his beauty and the love his son felt for his father. He lingered here, massaging his father's chest and neck tenderly. 
	By this time, John Sr. had succumbed to this love his son showered on him and basked in it. He lay upon the bed and let him unbuckle his pants. He raised his hips slightly to let John Jr. removed his pants and his underwear. He lay still, eyes closed reliving a fantasy of his own, the fantasy of having loved his son the day he walked in on him masturbating. John Jr., too, disrobed and stood naked before his father. John looked at his son and saw his own youth and pulled him to his bosom. John Jr. now lay atop his father, naked, in a kneeling position, feeling the warmth of his body, the beat of his heart, the aspiration of his breath.
	But there were other feelings. Both their dicks felt the onrush of their physical closeness. John Jr.'s dick, hard and throbbing, met his Dad's semi-erect cock in this embrace. The sensation of their touching cocks sent shivers of excitement through their bodies. John Jr. pushed this feeling even further. In a slow to and fro movement of his body, still in this kneeling position, he rubbed their cocks into a new firmness, experiencing a new sensuality. It was a communion of sorts, a sharing of warmth and sensations that defied definition. It was sexual and yet it wasn't. It was erotic, yet it wasn't. 
	Later, each would describe it as an almost spiritual and mystical sharing of affections, heightened by the fact that they were father and son. This rubbing continued many minutes, accented by John Jr.'s tender and affectionate kissing of his Dad's eyes, brow, and face. The bonding of son and father was sublime and the juices flowing from their cocks, mingling, gave each a new sensation. It led to the rush of an orgasm. John Jr.,
sensing this, rose from his father and lay beside him, his feet extended toward the headboard. He grasped his father's now rigid cock and began that slow and deliberate up and down movement leading to an orgasm. The foreskin, wet with cock juices, retracted and contracted over the swollen head, massaging the pulsing cock into heightened excitement. In the dim light of the bedroom, his Dad's cock stood hard and majestic as it disappeared and reappeared in John Jr.'s hand. And then it came, a profusion of orgasmic fluids, accompanied by a loud exclamation of love and affection. The orgasm spurted high into the air reaching John Jr.'s face and mouth of which he partook. It was too much for him, as well. His rigid and wet cock exploded its cum in the direction of his father's accepting head and mouth. Then came peace and love. Each embraced the other and lay together for the rest of that night, relishing the security of each other's affection.

                               

