Date: Fri, 29 Sep 2000 23:45:31 -0400 From: Jim Stanley Subject: Chapter 12 of Juvenile Sexuality Chapter 12 My Father and Bernie In my imaginings, I often wondered about the relationship between my father and Bernie. I knew that they were cousins. I knew that they both came from the "old country." I knew that they engaged in sex with my mother. But I never saw anything overt between them except a certain fondness for one another. That changed one day. I was 16 at the time, my father 68. My mother had gone to visit some relatives in a nearby town. She would be gone for day. I was at home with my father when Bernie showed up. We sat around and talked generalities and I began to suspect that something else was in the air. In the middle of the conversation, I jumped up and shouted, "Damn, I have to be in Sagebrook for a job interview in another hour. I forgot all about it. I'll just have enough time to catch the next bus." I quickly dressed, grabbed my coat and tore out the door, yelling, "I'll see you at dinner tonight." Dinner was a good 6 hours away, and, if I was guessing correctly, that would give them ample time to do whatever they wanted. I ran down to the corner and disappeared from sight. My route, however, was different. I went up the hill to the next block, cut over a railroad bridge, and backtracked to our yard through some fields and an orchard. The orchard butted up against our property which allowed me to climb back over the fence and sneak into our garage. From here, I could look into the kitchen from a distance to see if anything transpired. I could see them still talking when I got to the garage, but then things started to happen. I saw Bernie's head disappear and my father slouching in his chair, his head resting on its back. His eyes closed. I knew I had to get closer, but I still didn't think it an appropriate time. Then Bernie's head reappeared and I saw him move towards my father and kiss him full on the mouth. It was a long kiss and intense. The kissing stopped and they both stood and, from my vantage point, I could see my father holding his pants, his cock standing erect framed by his fly. There was some verbal exchange and they moved towards the stairs to the upstairs bedroom. Here was my chance. I slipped out of the garage and ran to the side door of the house. The door was open. I slipped in and tiptoed through the pantry and living room and up the back stairs to one of the bedrooms that connected to the others. Reaching the top of the stairs, I could hear their conversation. "We'll be alone for 6 hours," I heard Bernie say, to which my father added, "Yes, we'll have lots of uninterrupted time to have some fun." I crept closer. I heard Bernie say, "Lay down. Let me undress you." My father complied and I watched as Bernie lovingly began to disrobe my father. First, he took off his shoes and socks. As he did, he kissed his feet tenderly and lovingly, his tongue searching out the crevices between the toes, his arches, his heels. Then he undid his belt and pulled his pants off. I expected him to remove his shorts, but, instead, he continued his loving through his underwear. He massaged his cock through his underwear and ran his tongue along his leg to his crotch, lingering there for several minutes. Then he slipped his underwear off and put his hot mouth over my father's majestically, hard cock, throbbing and pulsing his passion. Next came my father's shirt and lying before Bernie now was my father, naked, hard, and passion filled. Bernie disrobed quickly. His shoes, pants, underwear and shirt came off in a second or two. Before me now stood these two beautiful 68 year olds naked and tensing for fucking and loving each other for the rest of the afternoon, if need be. Bernie's 10" cock throbbed synchronously with my father's 8 inches. The gray hairs on Bernie's chest and pubic area meshed with my father's. He lay atop him, kissing him deeply, his cock lying sandwiched between their bellies, my father's cock, on the other hand, protruding from between Bernie's legs, mounting the slit in Bernie's ass as if seeking an entrance into the warmth of Bernie's hot hole. They loved this way for a long time. My father broke the silence and said, "Let's sixty nine." Bernie reversed himself and lay on his side with his back to me, his cock entering my father's mouth. Heads and asses responded to the in-and-out movements of each. I had a clear view of my father's cock gliding in and out of Bernie's mouth. Bernie's hands were not idle during this time. He cupped and massaged my father's balls, frequently taking time to let his tongue roam the crevices of his groin, his balls and his asshole. They weren't long into this when Bernie said, "Fuck my ass with your hard cock." They turned to a spoon position and my father's cock slid easily into Bernie's asshole. After 5 minutes of passionate fucking, my father turned Bernie on his stomach and continued his fuck. There's was a finality to his movements, now. He fucked him hard and deep, Bernie's ass responding to my father's thrusts. It wasn't long before my father whispered, "I'm cumming. Here it comes. Take it. Take all of it. Oh! Baby. Take it. Tak..........e.......it.........!" Then he collapsed atop Bernie and they lay still. Five or ten minutes passed before there was any response. My father spoke, "Bernie, lay on your back." Bernie obliged. His dick lay half erect but throbbing. My father rose above his legs and lowered his mouth on Bernie's hot cock and it wasn't long before his cock stood erect. I can only say that my father sucked Bernie lovingly and tenderly with slow up and down movements of his mouth over the head of Bernie's ten inches. Sweat shone on both bodies accenting the gray hairs of each, particularly the gray of the pubic area. The pace quickened and Bernie's hips began to respond to my father's head movements. Soon, Bernie's cries of passion grew louder, "Suck it baby. Suck it hard. Take my sweet hot load. Take it all. Ohhhhhhhh Sweetheart." And then silence. My father knelt over Bernie's lower body, his mouth and lips still working on Bernie's cock, balls and groin, eventually his head coming to rest on Bernie's flaccid cock. It seemed that both slept and, in this reverie, I grabbed my cock and jerked until I shot my hot load into my hand. Finished I licked my hand and ate my hot cum, enjoying its ammonia-like scent and viscous quality. I assumed that this was just the beginning of their day together, so I quietly went down the stairs and headed for a coffee shop nearby. This occupied an hour or more of my time and I returned to the house. Things were still quiet downstairs so I ascended to my usually hideaway. Things apparently picked up once more. Moans announced their continued lovemaking. I peeked to see my father kneeling on the side of the bed, facing me, Bernie behind him with his big 10 inch cock inserted deep into my father's asshole. Each moaned openly. "Fuck me Bernie," cried my father. "Fuck me hard. OH! God how I love it. Fuck me. Fuck me." Bernie stood behind him, his eyes closed, totally rapt with his movements of body and cock towards my father's hot asshole. He coupled his fucking movements with slaps on my father's ass and a constant massage of his buttocks and back. The action was vigorous and violent. Before long, Bernie screamed, "AAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIII. Take it." There was continued passionate fucking as he shot his hot load into my father's ass. He fucked him passionately for several minutes and then shouted, "Fuck me now while I'm still hot. Take me." They switched roles, my father now behind Bernie's hot ass. I could see his throbbing cock bounce as he jumped from the bed and take position behind Bernie. Unceremoniously, he stabbed his hard cock into Bernie's ass and fucked him hard and deep. Bernie responded with yells of his own, "Give it to me baby. Let me have all of you." And the fucking continued until my father shouted, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, here it comes." Bernie responded, "Fill me baby. Fill me with you hot cum." As my father shot his hot load into Bernie's ass, I heard him whisper, "Beautiful, baby. Beautiful. Beautiful." They fell into a heap on the bed and quiet reigned once again. I took this as a sign to take my leave and, once more, descended the stairs and left the house. I managed to stay away another 2 hours and returned home to find them sitting at the kitchen table having a drink. I joined them, announcing as well that the job interview went well. The rest of the day passed quickly. But now I knew what relationship existed between Bernie and my father.