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Juvenile Sexuality
By
Jim Stanley
Chapter 14
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.
By
Jim Stanley
Chapter 14
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.
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