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 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.