Date: Sun, 15 Oct 2000 16:51:31 -0400 From: Jim Stanley Subject: Juvenile Sexuality- Chapter 14-The Loving Years by Jim Stanley The Loving Years I had just turned 23, my father 75. Everything was going well at the bakery. He worked there daily with me and we enjoyed sharing the tasks and problems of ownership. At this time, we were together 24 hours of each day. One day, after a particularly grueling schedule of baking and cleaning, we came home tired. I made a chicken casserole and put it in the oven so that it would be ready when we were. I suggested a drink to relax and Dad was more than willing. The weariness showed in our faces. After two drinks, we began to relax, and, to hasten things before eating, I decided to take a shower instead of a bath. While showering, I heard my father enter the bathroom, and, totally naked, get in the shower with me. This time I sensed a difference. His cock stood erect. The look on his face and his voice suggested passion. He stuttered, his mouth dry from the anticipation of what was to come, "Stan, let me wash you standing." But it wasn't the washing that became important. He lathered my back and my front and embraced me passionately. His mouth sought out mine and we kissed deeply. Our tongues intertwined and our bodies rubbed sensuously together. Our hard cocks rubbed together and our hands sought out our assholes and balls in this passionate rubbing of bodies. He spoke first, "Stan, I love you. I know you love me, too. Let's not pretend anymore. Let's love with abandon from now on. Life is short and we both need one another's love and affection. I, for one, could not live without you." I was ecstatic. I could hardly speak, but after a few seconds that seemed like hours, I said, "Dad, I think you know, how, over the years I have loved you. In fact, since I was 9, I adored you and worshipped the ground you walked on. I'm so glad we don't have to pretend about anything anymore. Let's live our lives to the fullest." After that, there was the silence of our lovemaking, our bodies intertwined, our lips and mouths searching and tasting, our physical and sexual ecstasies accented by the warm water of the shower. We quickly showered and lay down on Dad's bed, which was to become "our" bed from then on. We loved that entire evening. That night was special. In the past, we lay in different beds and engaged in wishful thinking. Tonight we lay in bed, hardly speaking a word, touching, feeling, smelling, tasting, listening for our sighs of love and affection. We didn't need to talk. We searched out one another's crevices freely. I sought out his eyes and mouth and kissed them softly. My tongue roamed over his fingers, hands, arms, and armpits. It searched and tasted the crevices hidden by his balls and cock. My mouth kissed and tasted his cockhead, hidden by his foreskin, dripping with pre-cum. It sucked gently and willfully that 7 inch cock, which, heretofore, was sucked sporadically and with fearful anticipation of the consequences of discovery. Discovery was no longer a fear. Fear was no longer an emotion. Only love dominated my search for those intimate and loving and sensuous parts of his body. We never did come that night. We loved passionately and lovingly, taking turns in finding those things which pleasured each the most. We lay atop one another and loved. We lay in a 69 position and loved. We lay spoon fashion and loved. We lay side-by-side and loved. We lay reversed and loved. We tasted and savored our bodies. We smelled our intimacies. We touched and listened to our bodies' response to this sense and felt our love for one another. And from that night on, we slept naked in one another's arms. The next morning, we woke in an embrace and loved. My cock was hard as was Dad's. I knelt on my right knee over his upper body, my left leg straddling him, my left foot near his ear. My hard cock entered his warm, waiting mouth and fucked it as my left hand reached back and masturbated his hard and erect cock. I shot in his mouth in this position, then turned and, with my cock, balls, and asshole now over his face and mouth, I jerked his precum-soaked-cock hard. His mouth and tongue searched out my cock, balls, and asshole as I jerked. He moaned loudly, signaling his cumming and I took his hard cock into my mouth and sucked his hot juices as they shot to the back of my throat. Catching most of his cum, I sat on his hard cock and took the rest of his juices with his still hard cock throbbing in my asshole. I slid to my side, his cock still hard in me, and we slept for another half hour. We woke, embraced for a few moments, and showered. Breakfast took on new meaning that morning, as did our day at the bakery. We ate and touched; we worked and touched. In quiet moments at the bakery, we held one another closely and kissed. That next day was as no other day had ever been. I, for one, walked and worked as if in a daze, still overwhelmed at the extraordinariness of our love and our new relationship. Often, during the day, I would stand and watch my dad as he worked, capturing the warmth of the feeling of love that the two of us shared. The day passed quickly and we closed the shop and returned home anxious to resume our intimacies and oneness. We no sooner got in the door than we embraced and held on to one another for long minutes. We decided on a late dinner, perhaps a pizza, and headed for the shower to bathe. We showered quickly and retired to the bed, naked, where we resumed the loving we began in the morning. This night, however, was different. We explored as never before. Once more, we spoke very little. It was a communion of sorts, each one basking in the love and intimacy of each other's body. My exploration began with that area I loved most, his crotch, balls, cock, and asshole. I lay on my left side, he, on his back. My head positioned itself under his left leg, my arms embracing his entire upper body. My mouth, tongue and nose found the crevices between his balls and cock, his cock standing majestically before my eyes. This position allowed me to search and taste his zone of passion, my mouth and tongue flickering into his hot asshole and alternately sucking his hot cock and balls. I could lie in this position for hours, I found, and, often did, it becoming the position I loved most. His reaction to this lovemaking was always loving. It allowed him to massage my stomach, legs, cock, balls, and asshole as I loved him. Sometimes, he dozed as I loved; I cherished these moments most since I could love and taste without inhibition. My cock always dripped with pre-cum, and, often, when he woke from a momentary doze, he would bend his upper body towards my cock and suck the wetness from me. We could love this way for hours. His lovemaking often occurred in the early morning hours. While asleep, I would often find him exploring my body with his mouth and tongue. My responses were often subdued, but I always let him feel that I was a knowing, although sluggish lover of his. He understood this. Like myself, he cherished these quiet moments of sensual exploration, feeling in control and dominant in his loving. Often, he would sit on my hard cock facing me and slowly masturbate it into an awesome orgasm. Then, he would lay his head at the base of my crotch and suck the remaining juices from my cock, often falling asleep in this position. I would often wake and find him asleep and tenderly move close to him, embracing him fully and continuing our sleep together in a warm embrace. This became our daily routine. To this day, our love and sexuality knows no abatement and we often cite, in wonderment, how our love continues to grow and solidify.