Jim Palmer lived in comfortable circumstances with his wife, Julia, and their seventeen year-old son, Kenny. At thirty-nine, he enjoyed a profitable and satisfying career as a lawyer of some prominence in San Antonio, Texas. As an upper-middle class suburban husband and father with all the trappings, he wanted for little. A large home with a pool and a tennis court on his expansive property were the kinds of symbols of social class that he always longed for.

Jim was, by nature, a quiet man, considered by all who knew him as gentle and serene. He loved his family and rarely raised his voice. He had, however, one problem that disturbed him greatly. He could not get along with his own son, Kenny. Each time they tried to talk, he became irritable and testy. Everything Kenny said or did seemed to aggravate him. There were times he could hardly stand to be with him. It upset him because he didn't know why he felt that way.

Kenny was a popular honor student in his senior year at Alamo Heights High School. He had never been in any sort of trouble and was an active participant in a variety of school activities. He dressed properly and was friendly and courteous to everyone he met. But Kenny also had feelings of unexplained enmity toward his father. They could hardly speak two words to each other without becoming ill at ease and discomfited.

Julia loved both her husband and her son, and was painfully aware of the disturbing relationship she witnessed between them. One afternoon, she spoke with her closest friend, who had been a trusted confidant for many years.

"Elaine," said Julia, "I am literally at my wit's end with those two. Kenny has never done anything that should anger Jim. He's always been an obedient boy. But Jim never wants to talk with him. He just gets nervous and angry. And Kenny's the same way. When they're together, they become different people. I feel sometimes I don't even know them when I see them together, which is rare, because they do all they can to avoid each other."

"You know, Julia," said Elaine, "you don't have to take my advice, but I think you should talk to Jim about seeing my boss, Dr. Rubin. I've been his secretary and administrative assistant for some years, and I know the kind of miracles he can work. My brother had an anger management problem a few years ago, and he knew it. I suggested he come in to see Dr. Rubin. He's one of the best psychologists in town, highly recommended. And my brother told me it did him a world of good. He's now able to keep his anger very much under control. He said that Dr. Rubin found the underlying cause of his anger. And I've seen that happen with so many clients who've come to our office."

"Oh, Elaine," sighed Julia, "I don't know if I could ever get him to do that."

"Well, you'll never get him to do it if you don't try," said Elaine.

That evening, Julia dreaded talking to Jim about it, but she steeled herself, and when she was alone with him, she told him how disturbed she was about the unpleasant relationship he and Kenny had. She told him that she could never see any reason for their hostility and that it was unnatural for a father and son to act that way with each other for no apparent reason. Then she suggested, as gently as she could, that he make an appointment with Dr. Rubin. She asked him if he could explain to her why they acted the way they did with each other.

To Julia's surprise, Jim admitted that he just didn't know what it was. Whenever they were together, all he wanted was to get away. He told her that the fact that he felt that way worried him. He agreed with Julia that it was unnatural and that he sometimes hated himself for it. As they talked, Jim remained his quiet self, speaking softly and earnestly.

Jim finally said, "Julia. I have to do something. I'll do it. I'll call for an appointment with Dr. Rubin tomorrow. I've heard of him, and I know of his good reputation."

The day finally arrived for Jim's appointment. He was ushered into Dr. Rubin's plush office and told to take a seat in a comfortable recliner at one side of the room.

"Where's the couch, Doctor?" asked Jim. "Isn't there supposed to be a couch for your clients to lie on."

Dr. Rubin laughed and said, "Psychologists don't use couches, Mr. Palmer. Only Psychiatrists do, and many of them don't use them, either."

Dr. Rubin sat in a chair a few feet away facing Jim. "Now, Mr. Palmer . . . may I call you Jim?"

"Yes, of course."

Dr. Rubin asked Jim what it was, in general terms, on which he was seeking help. Jim told him of the unexplained animosity that existed between him and his son.

"Now, Jim, today I just want to get to know you. I want to ask you some questions about your life, about your childhood, your family, your work, what your general attitudes are. In order to help you, I just need to know with whom I'm working. Then next week, we'll begin trying to get to the bottom of the problem."

For the rest of the hour, Dr. Rubin made copious notes as Jim responded to numerous questions about his life.

"Well, Jim," said Dr. Rubin. "I have a fairly good idea of what your life is like and your personality. I'm going to go over my notes carefully during the coming week, and at our next session we'll begin probing more deeply into the problem. Let me ask you, are you comfortable with this so far?"

"Yes, Doctor," Jim said. "I just want some answers."

When Jim arrived for his next session, he settled himself once again in the comfortable recliner. Dr. Rubin said, "Now, Jim, I'm going to ask you to take these pills. They're non-prescription over-the-counter medication. I want you to take four of them now. They're to help you relax, and to help you talk more freely than you would otherwise."

Jim took the pills and put his head back on the headrest. Dr. Rubin said he would leave the room for about fifteen minutes. And when he returned, they would begin the session. During that time, Jim could feel himself becoming more relaxed than he had felt in a long time. He had a sort of feeling of extreme well-being.

Dr. Rubin returned and, after he was seated, began to question Jim.

"We want to probe into this relationship you have with your son, Jim. First of all, do you love your son?"

"Of course I do."

"Can you tell me why you love him? Can you be specific?"

"Well, he's my son. I just love him because he's my son."

"Yes," said Rubin, "but some boys are bad boys and are hard to love. What is it about your son that you love, aside from the fact that he is your son?"

"Well, he's a good boy. He's an honor student."

"Does he obey you, as his father, or does he fight you on everything?"

"No. He's a good boy. I've never had any trouble with him not doing what we ask him to do."

"What does your son look like, Jim?" asked Rubin. "Describe him for me, will you?"

"Well, Kenny has light brown hair, rather curly. His eyes are brown. And his lips . . . well. . ."

"Describe his physique for me. Have you ever seen him without his clothes?"

"Oh, yes! I mean, he has a good physique. Fairly wide shoulders and narrow hips. He's not real muscular, but his muscles are all well defined."

"Jim," continued Rubin, "do you admire Kenny's physique?"

"Well, yes. I think I do," Jim said.

"Now, you don't have to answer this, Jim, if you're uncomfortable doing so, but I'd like you to describe his genitals."

"What does that have to do with anything, Doctor?" Jim asked. "I'm trying to find out why I have this problem with him."

"Jim, in order for me to even begin to answer this problem, I need to know precisely how you feel about your son. The answer to the whole problem rests on how you really feel about him."

"But what does describing his genitals have to do with any of it?"

"That's alright, Jim. If you'd rather not answer it . . . ."

"Okay," said Jim. "I don't mean to be difficult. Kenny is circumcised and has a very large penis head, especially when it's hard. When it's hard, it has a gentle curve upward, and the veins that encircle it are hard and protruding. His ball sack hangs very low and when he walks, it swings and . . . oh, My God, I mean . . . ."

"That's alright, Jim," said Rubin. "Now just relax."

"You just wanted me to describe it," said Jim. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to . . . ."

"No, no, Jim. I want you to do just what you're doing. I want you to describe what you see, and I want to know how you feel about what you see. All of that is important to finding the cause of the problem. Now, I want you to be very truthful with me. Do you admire Kenny's genitals?"

"Yes."

"Does the sight of them excite you? Remember, I want the truth."

"Yes. I mean . . . ."

"You mean what, Jim?"

Jim put his head back and said merely, "Yes it does."

Rubin entered some notes on his pad and then said, "Your son in seventeen. Do you know if he has ever engaged in sexual activity?"

"I don't know, doctor. But . . . ."

"But what, Jim?"

"I know he masturbates."

"You do? How do you know that?"

Jim took out his handkerchief and wiped his forehead. "Because I watched him do it. His door was open and I stood in the hall and watched him. He didn't know I was there."

"Did you enjoy watching your son masturbate?"

"Yes. Yes, I did."

"Did you watch him the whole time until he ejaculated?"

"Yes. The whole time," said Jim, as his breathing began to quicken.

"Jim you said you enjoyed watching Kenny masturbate. Did you feel a sexual excitement as you watched?"

"Yes. I masturbated myself as I watched and I shot into my hand."

"So, Jim, the sight of your son's naked body lying there, and the sight of him masturbating and then ejaculating excited you sexually. Right?"

"Yes," Jim said. "But why are you making me admit to thinking these terrible thoughts? Aren't we supposed to figure out why Kenny and I don't get along?"

"Why do you call them terrible thoughts, Jim?"

"Because they are!" Jim said, raising his voice. "They're dirty, rotten thoughts. No man should think thoughts like that about his own son. It's dirty! It's immoral!"

"Do you feel a strong sexual attraction to your son?" asked Rubin quietly.

"Yes! Now are you happy?" Jim shouted. "Yes! I want to hold him and kiss him and caress his body and . . . ."

"Do you want to have sexual activity with him?"

"Yes! I want to sleep with him! But I hate him! I hate him for standing there in front of me with that wall of innocence between us!"

"You hate him? You actually hate him?"

Tears began to run down Jim's cheeks. "No, I don't hate him. I love him. I want him. I want something I can never have!"

Dr. Rubin stood up and gave Jim a full box of Kleenex. He put his hand on Jim's shoulder and said, "Okay, Jim. I think we'd better not go any further today. I want to study my notes. I'm not sure when, but I'll call you about another appointment. Now calm down, Jim. Everything's going to work out fine. And please, Jim. Everything you told me, I keep in strictest confidence. Please don't worry about it. We're going to get to the bottom of this."

Several days later, Dr. Rubin phoned Julia Palmer. "Mrs. Palmer, this is Dr. Rubin."

"Oh, yes; how are the sessions going, doctor?"

"We're coming along just fine, Mrs. Palmer. But I want to talk with your son, Kenny. I'm afraid he's part of the problem just as much as your husband is. Could we set up an appointment with him, by the end of this week, so I can talk with him also?"

"Of course, doctor."

Kenny didn't object to visiting Dr. Rubin at all. In fact, he was quite excited over the fact that he would be talking to a real psychologist. Sitting in the same comfortable recliner where his father had been, Kenny cheerfully answered all the questions that Dr. Rubin had asked him about his life and his personality.

Dr. Rubin then said, "Tell me about your dad, Kenny. What's he like?"

Kenny said, "Well, he's like any dad. He's very busy with his law practice most of the time. I don't know what to say about him."

"Are you proud of your dad?"

"Oh, yes. And all my friends like him, too. He's kind of quiet. He's real handsome. At least, he is to me."

Rubin asked, "Have you ever had a long conversation with him about anything?"

"Not really. We don't talk too much with each other."

"Why not?"

"I don't know. I just get uncomfortable talking with him. When we say something to each other, I look at him, and I just feel like I want to leave and not be in his presence."

"You said he was handsome, Kenny," said Rubin. "What is it about him that makes you not want to look at him and makes you want to get away."

"He's handsome, Dr. Rubin. I just get a funny feeling inside of me when I look at him."

"What kind of a funny feeling?"

"I don't know. It kind of hurts. I get a sudden helpless feeling. Something I can't control. I just want to get away to make the feeling go away."

Rubin asked, "Why do you feel helpless? Is there something you feel you want to do, but can't?"

"Yeah, kind of."

"Then you're not very friendly with your dad and want to get away from him. Have you ever thought about why you do that?"

"I don't know. I guess I just don't want him to know how I feel."

"You don't want him to know how much you love him," said Rubin. "Is that it?"

"Maybe. I just want to get away."

"Kenny, have you ever seen your dad without any clothes on?"

"Yeah."

"Do you like the way he looks?"

"Yeah, he's very good looking."

"Have you ever had the desire to touch him when he's naked, and to have him hug you?"

"Yes," Kenny said as his eyes filled with tears.

"Why don't you?"

"Because he'd kill me."

"Would you like your dad to sleep with you some night?"

"Yes."

"Kenny, when you look at your dad naked, what is it you like about his body?"

"Everything."

"Kenny, whatever you tell me is strictly confidential. I want you to be truthful with me. What do you like about his body?"

Kenny wiped his eyes on his sleeve and said, "I like to look at the hair on his chest and his strong arms and his strong legs."

"How about his genitals? Do they excite you?"

"I see his penis hard sometimes, and then I start to hurt. I can't stand it sometimes and I run off to my room and . . . ."

"And what, Kenny?" said Rubin softly.

"I cry."

"You want to touch and feel your dad's body very much, don't you?"

"Yes. I want to hug him and I want to kiss him and I want to feel his body against mine. Aw, Dr. Rubin, I shouldn't be telling you this."

"Kenny, these are all things I need to know in order to help you and your dad to understand each other better. Do you have these same feelings about your dad as you're talking to him?"

"Yes, and it kills me. I hate the way I feel, and I feel myself fighting it and wanting to get away from him before I go crazy."

"Do you masturbate, Kenny?" asked Rubin.

"Yes."

"Has your dad ever seen you masturbate?"

"No."

"Would you like to see your dad masturbate?"

"Yes, but I don't think he does it. He's married."

"Kenny, all boys and men masturbate all their lives, married or not," said Rubin. "It's not only pleasurable, but it helps to relieve sexual tension."

"Does my dad jack off . . . er, I mean masturbate?"

"Yes, of course he does. Would you like to do it with him?"

"Yes. Please, Dr. Rubin. Don't tell him. I can't let him know how I feel. I can't let him know I love him in that way."

Dr. Rubin stood up and said, "Kenny, my whole purpose here is to learn why you and your dad want to avoid each other like you do. And from what you and your dad have both told me, I think we can work this out where you and your dad will be much more comfortable with each other. I'm going to call your mom and dad and have an appointment set up where I can have you and your dad here together. I think we'll make some progress. Thanks, Kenny, for coming in. And please remember, everything you say to me is held in strictest confidence. Okay?"

The appointment for both Jim and his son, Kenny, was made, and they arrived on time. They were ushered into Dr. Rubin's office and told to have a seat. They chose to sit at opposite corners of the room and seemed determined not to look at each other.

Isaac Rubin came in and, as he sat down in a chair where he could see both of them, he said, "I want to tell you that, looking at you two, I would never mistake your being father and son. You look very much alike, and you're both a couple of handsome fellows." Jim and Kenny nodded slightly in acknowledgment of the compliment.

"I want to begin by telling you a couple of stories. I knew an older man once who was a great fisherman. That was his passion. His grandson wanted more than anything to have his granddad take him fishing, but the old man absolutely refused to do it. The boy loved his granddad, but because his granddad refused to allow the boy to have one of the things he wanted most, the boy began to despise his granddad for what he thought was cruel rejection. The boy soon hated to be around his granddad because he believed he could never get close to him. He wanted to be close to his granddad, but he knew it was impossible because he was sure his granddad didn't want him to be close.

"I can also give you a story about myself. When I was young, just old enough to drive, I had an overwhelming desire to own a Corvette. I'd seen one in the show window of a local dealership, and I would stand at that window frequently just staring at it and wanting it. But my family had no money, at least not enough to buy me a Corvette. I would stand there and stare at it, knowing that I could never have it. And I soon found myself resenting the fact that that Corvette sat there enticing me and I couldn't have it. I began to hate the building it was in, and even the street where it was located. For a long time after that, I avoided driving down that street. But when I did, I became angry and wouldn't look at the building or the car. In fact, I cursed it for sitting there in all its gorgeous beauty, totally unaware of how much I craved to have it."

Dr. Rubin then sat quietly and looked at both Jim and Kenny, searching for some recognition. Jim said only, "So?"

Rubin said, "I want you to remember those stories over the next few minutes. I'm going to tell you about yourselves. You may find it to be a revelation. And I hope you do. You each have been yearning for something that you're convinced you can never have. And just as I was with not being able to have my Corvette, you became angry and resentful that you could never have what you craved so deeply."

Jim and Kenny were each becoming alarmed in his private thoughts that this doctor was going to reveal the terrible truth about his sexual craving for the other. Rubin sat with a smile on his face, looking into Jim's and Kenny's faces to see if he could detect some expression of recognition as to what he was saying.

Looking at Jim, he said, "Now, Jim, you and I have talked about your feelings and what you have been yearning for."

Then looking at Kenny, he said, "And you, Kenny, you and I have also talked about your feelings and what you have been wanting. I won't reveal what each of you told me, but I will tell you that you both have been yearning for the same thing."

Jim and Kenny sat with their eyes wide open, looking at Rubin. Then they slowly turned their heads and looked into each other's eyes. Rubin could then see that there was a rather hazy recognition of what each of his two clients were thinking. Jim and Kenny continued to look at each other without moving. Neither knew what to say or what to do next. Their minds were racing like whirlwinds in their heads.

Rubin stood up and said, "Jim. Kenny. I want you both to get up and walk over to each other, and I want you to take each other's hands in yours."

They both stood up and did what Rubin asked them to do. And there they stood, still staring at each other with a look of shock in their eyes. Rubin then said, "Okay, you two. You're father and son. Take each other in your arms and hug each other."

Rubin noted very clearly that both had strong erections by that time, as evidenced by the large bulges in their pants. He said, "Now hold each other tightly." As they pressed their bodies together, Rubin could see that the two bulges were also pressed together. He could also see that both father and son had pressed their cheeks together tightly, and they had their eyes closed. It was sincere. He could see clearly in that embrace the love the two men had for each other that had been suppressed for so long.

"Now I want you to look at me," said Rubin. Without releasing each other, they turned their heads towards Rubin. "And if you would do me a favor, I'd like you both to sit down on that sofa so I can talk to you."

Jim and Kenny had said not a word the whole time and sat down next to each other as instructed.

"Now you've learned something about each other today. But I want to talk with you about how you've been acting for so long. It's very simple, really. You remember that little boy who wanted to be with his granddad so badly, and myself who wanted that Corvette so badly that I knew I could never have? That little boy and I reacted very similarly. He resented his granddad for not showing the love for him he craved. And I came to hating the sight of that Corvette in the window, as well as the building and the street it sat on. You both eventually developed that same reaction toward each other when you were convinced you could never have from each other what you craved. To be close to each other was agony for both of you. All you wanted to do was get away from each other in order to stop the hurt and terrible craving inside of you."

Jim and Kenny continued to sit as though they were in a trance, staring at Dr. Rubin. Their faces now reflected a sort of peaceful recognition of what had just happened. But they remained virtually speechless.

Rubin said, "Now the rest is up to you. My advice is that the two of you get away somewhere together and talk with each other openly and truthfully about your feelings. Neither of you has anything to hide now. There should be no embarrassment, no incriminations. Look in each other's eyes, hold each other unashamedly and talk honestly about the love you have for each other. It's now in the open, and it will always be in the open, and it will never go away."

Jim and Kenny looked back at each other and once again put their arms around each other tightly. Tears had begun to run down their cheeks.

Rubin said, "Jim, I mean what I say when I say the two of you need to go off somewhere for awhile."

Jim finally said, "Well, I have a lake house about an hour's drive from here. Perhaps Kenny and I could spend next weekend there together."

Isaac Rubin then stood up and, with a big smile on his face, said, "Now, you two guys get out of here and get on with your lives. I've got other clients to see!"

After Jim and his son left, Rubin opened the door a little and said, "Elaine, hold up on my next appointment for a few minutes. I'll let you know when I'm ready to see him."

Ever since Rubin saw the huge bulges in Jim and Kenny's pants, he had a hard-on in his pants that was killing him. He went into his private bathroom and let his pants drop to the floor around his ankles. The picture in his mind of those men, father and son, lying in bed together, naked, was too much for him. As he was talking to them, he had mentally undressed them both. As he slipped his underpants down to his knees, his hands became wet with the great amount of oozing semen that had soaked them. His rigid penis sprung free and, standing at the toilet, he began to stroke it. Long elastic strings of pre-cum were dangling from his penis head, down into the water. He had become so aroused that he almost immediately had the feeling that was a precursor to the orgasm lurking through the middle of his body. In his vivid imagination, he imagined Jim's hard penis sliding in and out of his son's asshole. There it was suddenly. The orgasm swept over his whole body like a storm surge, and as he felt the muscles at the base of his penis cramping in spasms, ribbon after ribbon of thick white sperm spewed out into the toilet. His knees became weak and, bending them, he braced them on the front rim of the toilet. Totally out of breath, he leaned forward and braced his hands against the wall behind the toilet.

Isaac Rubin needed that. Always, at least once a day, his session with a client produced such arousal that a good jack-off was required.

When Friday afternoon arrived, Jim and his son, Kenny, set off for the lake house. Julia was so pleased to see them off together. They hadn't told her what had transpired with Dr. Rubin. But she was content in the belief that something good was obviously happening between her husband and their son.

As they drove, there was palpable tension to a degree. They spoke little, except to remark occasionally about the scenery or something they saw along the road. When they arrived, Jim unpacked the basket of food that Julia had sent along with them. There would be enough to last them through Sunday morning. There was no food in the lake house, but there was a large supply of beer left in the refrigerator from an earlier visit.

It was eight o'clock in the evening, and they sat eating chicken sandwiches, each with a bottle of beer. Jim had put on the television, obviously to avoid having to talk. They watched silently, each with his own thoughts racing through his head, until about ten-thirty. They were both tired, and it was clear that there was no way to avoid going to bed. Of course, they each needed to take showers, which would help them to avoid the inevitable a little longer.

Jim and Kenny had each seen the other naked many times, but never had they slept together naked. There were two bedrooms, one with a double bed, and the other with a single bed. Because of the circumstances under which they had gone off together, neither wanted to suggest that they sleep in separate rooms. So the double bed was it. Kenny stripped down and took his shower first. When he came back into the bedroom, he pulled back the covers and lay down. After Jim returned from his shower, he searched through his travel bag and pulled out a pair of pajamas.

Kenny said, "Dad, I forgot to bring my pajamas. You don't have to wear them. I know you don't wear pajamas at home."

Jim put his pajamas back into his bag and lay down next to Kenny on the bed. They both lay flat on their backs, staring at the ceiling and not touching each other.

Kenny said, "Dad, I didn't know. I mean . . . I didn't know."

Still staring at the ceiling, Jim said, "I didn't know, either, Kenny."

"Dr. Rubin's a nice man, isn't he?" Kenny said.

"Yeah, and he's smart, too," said Jim, turning his head to look at Kenny.

Kenny said, "He sure did read us, didn't he, Dad."

Turning his body slightly toward his son, Jim said, "Yup. As I said, he sure is a smart man. Kenny? Are you sure you're alright with this. I mean, about your finding out about how I feel?"

"Dad, it was a dream I never could even hope would come true. How about you? Are you okay about me and how I feel?"

Jim smiled and ran his hand over the soft dusting of hair on Kenny's forearm. "Well, son, I think things have gone too far for me not to feel okay about it. I'm not going to get up and run, that's for sure!"

Kenny moved his head close to his dad's chest and ran his fingers through the thick hair that covered it. Looking down at his father's penis, which was standing straight up, long and fat and hard, he said, "Dad, Dr. Rubin told me you jack . . . I mean you masturbate."

Jim said with mock irritation, "I thought Rubin said he would keep everything we told him confidential."

"I think he slipped on that one, Dad. Anyway, do you?"

"Sure I do," Jim said, "Do you?"

"I'll bet you already know," Kenny said. "I'll bet Dr. Rubin told you I do."

"Well, I guess he slipped on that one, too," Jim said with a little chuckle.

"Can I hold it?" Kenny whispered.

"If you want to."

It felt as though a spike of lightning were surging through Kenny's body as he slowly wrapped his fingers around his father's pole. It was hot and moist, and semen dripped steadily down over his fingers. As he felt the soft loose skin that covered the hardness underneath, Kenny said, "Do you think we could masturbate together?"

"I guess we can," came the reply.

Kenny released his hand from his dad's penis and took hold of his own. Pushing his body close so that it was pressed against his father's skin, he began to stroke. They both stared at each other's penises as they stroked. As they began stroking faster and faster and becoming more and more frenzied, Jim suddenly let go and threw his arms around his son and kissed him on the lips. Kenny also let go and threw his own arms around his dad. They kissed each other's lips softly and gently at first, and then plunged their tongues into each other's mouth. They both moaned loudly as they slashed away and searched every inch of each other's oral cavity passionately.

By then, they were both so hot and sweating, it was running down their cheeks. Jim pulled off slightly and looked into Kenny's eyes. He whispered so softly and sweetly, "I love you, Kenny. I've always loved you and needed you so much."

Soon they were on their sides again, facing each other and stroking their penises. As he stroked, Kenny whispered, "I don't know if I could ever express the agony I've gone through wanting you, Dad. Every time I would look at your body, I died inside. I wanted so badly for you to love me and I wanted you to know how much I love you."

They both slowed their stroking slightly to forestall their orgasms. They wanted that tingle in the middle of their bodies to last forever as they drank in the love they saw in each other's eyes. Sweat was pouring from their faces and droplets of sweat glistened over Jim's chest and the hair on his strong arms.

It was no use. Kenny watched as his father's face began to contort and every muscle in his body hardening. Then as Jim opened his mouth and let out a constricted growl, long ropes of thick white sperm shot out and onto Kenny's hand and penis. That did it. Kenny's orgasm hit him like a sledge hammer as he felt his penis hardening and throbbing powerfully, sending his own streams of sperm onto his father's hand and penis.

They lay there, still clutching their penises for a long time, trying to catch their breath. They opened their eyes and looked at each other and smiled. Suddenly, Jim pushed Kenny over on his back and lay on top of him, kissing him wildly. Once again, they were back on their sides, tightly clasped in each other's arms. They could feel their sperm squishing as their penises pressed together.

Jim and Kenny had finally found themselves as loving father and son. Their love was genuine and real and unobstructed without misunderstandings. They lay there, feeling each other's warm breath on their cheeks. Soon, they were asleep.

It was noon on Saturday, and Jim and Kenny were just waking up. They kissed and gently caressed each other's body as they each stretched and prepared to get up. They eagerly jumped into the shower together and carefully and slowly washed each other's body. They were of course both hard as rocks and they once again jacked off, with soap lather flying in all directions, sending their sperm onto each other's hands and stomachs as they both came together.

By three in the afternoon, they had taken a small row boat out into the middle of the small lake where they anchored. Stripping out of their clothes, they dove into the water, over and over, swimming around the boat. They had done that many times before, but never with the joy and happiness of that beautiful, relaxed day. They finally settled down in the boat and enjoyed the sun. Jim broke open a bottle of beer for each of them and they sat there in a state of bliss and euphoria they had never felt before.

Jim raised his bottle and said, "Here's to the great Dr. Isaac Rubin! May the Gods bless him for all eternity!"

"Yes, here's to Dr. Rubin!" Kenny said. "Dad, I didn't want to mention this, but I got the feeling that Dr. Rubin was a little aroused himself. When we were hugging and he asked us to look at him, I could see that man had a hard-on in his pants that was pretty obvious."

Jim laughed and said, "I caught that, too. You know in his business, I'm sure he talks to a lot of people about their sexual problems. He's probably got a hard-on most of the time.

Jim and Kenny stayed out on the water for several hours talking about themselves and about their feelings. They even told each other very frankly and openly about when in their lives they felt the first glimmerings of homosexual attraction to other men.

Jim said, "It wasn't until after I was married that I finally admitted to myself that I had a sexual attraction to other males. But it was never so powerful that I couldn't easily push those feelings into the closet, so to speak. It was not until I watched you, Kenny, go through puberty and into your teenage years that my homosexual feelings began to re-emerge, and this time, overwhelmingly. As I watched your body develop, and as your legs began to take on a beautiful shape, and hair began to appear on them, I felt an arousal I had never felt before. Then as your heavy pubic hair began to appear, and as I watched your little boy penis grow into a man-sized cock, it was almost more than I could bear."

Kenny sat running one hand over his dad's thigh as he listened. Then he said, "If I'd only known, Dad. I can tell you that I had sexual fantasies about men since I was eight years old. And you were always one of my fantasies. Do you remember when you used to come into my room and rub my back until I went to sleep. I always told you I couldn't go to sleep until you rubbed my back. And what a back rub you used to give me. I'd feel your hands going all the way from my neck down over the back of my legs. And on the way, you would run your hand through my ass crack and linger there. That was my favorite part."

Jim said, "I didn't know that. You should have told me. That all happened back when I was beginning to have cravings for your body."

"Well, Dad, you did that until I was about fifteen years old. And it always made my dick hard. Then when you left to go to bed, I'd jack off while I fantasized about having you in bed with me. I'd wad up a sock and stuff in my crack, pretending it was your hand."

Darkness began to come over the lake, and they headed back to shore. After eating a short meal and drinking another beer, they both headed for the shower. Although it was only eight o'clock in the evening, they both headed for the bed, this time eager to taste all the joys they could give each other.

Kenny lay on his stomach and said, "Dad, would you give me a back rub like you used to give me? Please."

"Of course, I will," said Jim as he crouched down on the bed, positioning himself next to his son. "Do you want me to give it to you exactly like I used to do it?"

"Yeah! Just exactly."

Jim placed his hands on the back of Kenny's neck and lightly massaged it. He then spent a great deal of time running his hands lightly over the soft young skin of his son's back. He felt Kenny's developing back muscles on either side of his spine and ran his fingers over his protruding shoulder blades. With both hands, he held his son's very small waist, kneading the soft skin that curved upward into the firm round ass cheeks. As he fondled those white orbs, he felt Kenny flexing the muscles in his buttocks and moaning slightly.

Jim very slowly ran the side of his hand down through Kenny's ass crack and could feel his son's asshole clenching and unclenching. He quickly moved his hands down over the backs of Kenny's legs, running them lightly over the soft dusting of hair that covered them, and feeling the gentle curve of his leg muscles. It was too much for Jim to resist. He leaned over and ran his tongue over the backs of his son's calves, then up over the backs of his thighs. It tickled Kenny unbearably, and he began to jerk his legs at the feel of his dad's tongue on them.

Jim's hand once again found its way into his son's crack. This time, he ran his fingers over the hard rim of the puckered hole, pressing slightly until the tip of his forefinger made its way into the hot moistness of his son's hole.

"Does that hurt, son?"

"A little. But it also feels good."

"Push out like you do when you're sitting on the toilet, and it will make it easier."

As Kenny pushed out, his dad slipped the entire length of his finger into his rectum."

"Oh, Dad!" Kenny moaned. "Wow!"

Jim ran his finger in an out of his son's hole several times and then withdrew it. Leaning over, and spreading Kenny's ass cheeks with his hands, he pressed his face into the sweet, warm crevice. Telling Kenny to push out again, he was able to push his tongue into the hole. Jim licked and sucked his son's hole and all around his crotch for many minutes before resuming the back rub again up along his back and to his neck.

Kenny finally said, "Dad, I've never felt anything like that before! How about letting me give you a back rub?"

"Sure!" said Jim as he rolled over on his stomach.

Kenny followed the same pattern as his father had . . . down the back and over his dad's large firm ass cheeks. He leaned over and kissed those round cheeks and ran his tongue over them. The feel of his dad's ass cheeks on his lips began to send Kenny into a frenzy. Not bothering to go down the back of his dad's legs, he pushed his fingers down into his dad's hairy crack and felt his pucker. He could feel his dad pushing out and knew it was an invitation to push his finger in.

When Kenny's forefinger slipped in all the way, Jim said, "Kenny, now try three fingers. Push three fingers into me."

Three fingers slipped in easily. The idea that he had half of his hand inside of his dad's ass began to make Kenny literally shake with excitement.

"Do you want to do what I did, Kenny," Jim said. "I mean with your tongue?"

Kenny didn't wait to answer and plunged his face into the black hairy mass. His tongue easily found its way to his dad's pucker and in through the hole. Jim rolled his head from side to side and moaned softly.

"Kenny, would you like to stick your penis in there? Have you ever done that before?"

"No."

"Would you like to?"

"Yes."

Jim rolled over on his back and pulled his legs up high so his thighs were tight against his chest. Kenny could see that his dad's ass cheeks were separated and his hole was clearly visible.

"Now go down and fill it up with your saliva," Jim said anxiously. "Get it good and wet."

As Kenny once again buried his face into the black abyss, he loved the feel of his dad's black, wiry, ass hair pressed against the cheeks of his face. After spewing all the saliva he could onto his father's hole, Jim said, "Now get up on your hands and knees and get real close to me so your rod points right at my hole. Then push it right in."

Kenny did as he was told and soon felt his gorged penis slipping smoothly into his dad's asshole, which immediately began snapping violently onto his penis. Never had Kenny felt such sexual frenzy. He was now inside the body of the man for whom he had yearned so long. He instinctively began pumping in and out, harder and harder, faster and faster. He could watch his father's body jerk every time he pounded his pelvis against his father's ass. The warmth of his father's rectum on his penis and the feel of his father's asshole gripping tightly around his penis was almost more than he could take. They were both now sweating again, and the drops of sweat on his father's thick chest hair looked like a thousand diamonds.

Jim whispered over and over, "Oh, Kenny. Oh, Kenny." It was a moment Jim had longed for, dreamt for. This moment had been played out a hundred times in his fantasies. He looked up at the beautiful body of his young son, now inside of him. 'It's still a dream,' he thought. 'Don't let it end!'

Then Kenny called out, "Oh, Dad, I'm gonna cum! Oh, my God, I'm gonna cum!"

"Let it go, son. Let your sweet cream pour into me! Ohhhhhhhh!"

Jim could feel his son's penis, now hard as steel, throbbing against the rim of his asshole, and then felt the flood of hot cream filling his rectum. His son's sperm, now inside of him!

Kenny turned his body completely over to the overpowering orgasm that took hold of him, and felt every powerful surge of sperm as it shot into his father. His elbows suddenly began to feel too weak to hold him up. He held his position as long as he could. Finally, as he kept his penis inside of his father, he collapsed onto him where their chests met, both heaving mightily.

"That was a dream come true, Kenny," whispered Jim as he kissed his son's cheeks and lips and eyes. "My dear, sweet Kenny."

They lay there quietly for a long time. Finally, Kenny whispered, "Would you do that to me, dad? Please?"

"I'd like to very much, Kenny," said Jim. "Has anyone ever done that before to you?"

"No. I've never wanted anyone to do that to me, except you, Dad. I used to try to fuck myself with my finger and imagine it was you. But I never could do it very well."

Jim sat up and rolled Kenny over on his back and brought his legs up. After filling his son's crack with his own saliva, he said, "Now, Kenny, hold your legs up tight against your chest, and I'm going to push very slowly into you. And stop me if I'm hurting you."

"Oh, Dad. You could never hurt me. Just get inside of me."

As Jim lowered his hips close to his son's ass cheeks, Kenny looked at the long, hard tool on his dad, now with a string of pre-cum hanging from it, as it slowly entered his crack. Then he could feel it touching his hole. Jim pushed very gently until the head popped inside. Kenny felt no pain; only a flood of sexual desire sweeping over him. His dad's penis probed deeper and deeper, filling up his rectum, until Jim's pelvis rested on his ass cheeks.

"Fuck me, Dad," moaned Kenny. "Get inside of me and fill me up."

Jim fucked his son almost violently, and Kenny loved every stroke of his dad's penis as it plunged over and over into him. He wanted it to last forever. But it didn't last. Jim couldn't hold it and, with a roar, let his sperm pour into his son. Surge after surge, it came. Kenny could feel his father's penis throbbing heavily inside of him with every volley of sperm.

They were both exhausted and, as they had the night before, they were soon asleep wrapped tightly in each other's arms.

As the sun began to send its rays into the room, Kenny awoke to find his dad leaning over him. Jim was playing with the head of Kenny's penis with his tongue. Kenny watched at his dad sucked the whole length of his penis into his mouth. Kenny said, "Dad, let me take you, too."

They quickly got into a 69 position and hungrily sucked each other. As Kenny started cumming, he felt his father's penis begin to enlarge. And suddenly his mouth was flooded with his father's sperm. It tasted thick and sweet, and he let it run down his throat in small gulps.

When they had finished, Jim said, "Were you okay with that. Have you ever tasted sperm before?"

"No. I've tasted my own, but I never had anyone else's in my mouth. I'm glad yours was the first, Dad. It tasted so good."

Jim and Kenny rolled around on the bed for awhile, just enjoying the feel of each other's body on their hands and lips and tongues. After showering and eating a little breakfast, they headed home. Kenny rested his head on his dad's shoulder most of the way, and sometimes put his head into his dad's lap. Their life together as father and son was now exactly how they had dreamed it to be.

After returning home, they pulled into the driveway and parked. Before going into the house, they stood momentarily and hugged each other. Julia had seen them drive in and was standing at the window watching her husband and son hugging each other. She felt a feeling of pure joy sweep over her. For so long, she wanted them somehow to come to terms with each other.

When they entered the house, Julia greeted them both with a big smile and a hug. "How was your weekend together, boys?" she asked cheerily.

Both Jim and Kenny told her that being together over the weekend allowed them to sweep away all the difficulties they had been having. At dinner that evening, Julia was so thankful and thrilled at how friendly and animated her two men were.

As they were finishing up, Jim said, "Kenny, I'm going to take the day off tomorrow. Now that it's spring, our yard is showing the ravages of winter. Do you want to help me work in the yard tomorrow? We need to get all that rubbish raked up and the hedges trimmed. And the lawn is beginning to grow pretty long."

Kenny was eager to spend the day with his dad. It had been so long since they had done ordinary things together. They spent the whole next day working in the yard and scrubbing the pool deck. Late that afternoon, several neighborhood kids came over, and Julia watched from the pool deck as they all played touch football with Jim and Kenny in the expansive yard beyond.

Several days later, Julia and Elaine went shopping and stopped for lunch at a small café downtown. Elaine asked, "Julia, how are Jim and Kenny doing now? I hope my advice that they see my boss for counseling has paid off."

"Elaine, you wouldn't believe it," said Julia, "but everything has been turned around. They love each other's company now, and they just seem so close. I don't know what your boss, Dr. Rubin, did, but he pulled off a miracle. You must know what went on in those sessions. Don't you have access to Dr. Rubin's notes when you file them?"

"Of course, I do," said Elaine. "But Julia. I have to respect the confidentiality of all the sessions that Dr. Rubin has with his clients. I know what went on, but it's not my place to reveal anything."

"Oh, Elaine, I understand that. I just wish I knew what caused my two guys to become so close so suddenly."

Elaine reached across the table and put her hand on Julia's hand. "Julia, dear. In the years that I've worked for Dr. Rubin, I've come to realize a lot of things about people. And one of those things is that the strong bond forged between two men, whether they be father and son or just two friends, is a strange and beautiful thing. We women, even though we have friendships among us, can never fully understand the kind of powerful bond that men are capable of having with each other. That bond can be forged in a number of ways . . . ways I can't divulge in Jim and Kenny's case . . . but once it's forged . . . however it's forged . . . it can never be broken. All you can do, Julia, is love your two men and feel joy in their closeness. God has blessed them both, along with a little help from Dr. Rubin!