Date: Sun, 5 Jun 2011 16:07:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harrison Morris <hmorri112@yahoo.com>
Subject: Romantic Evening For Two, Part 7

Disclaimer:  This story contains sexual activity between a 31 year-old man and
his middle-aged father, as well as other men of legal age.  This story is not in
any way true.  It is a complete work of fiction.  If stories describing acts of
homosexual sex - or the theme of incestual sex - offend you, please do not
continue reading this story.  In addition, if you are underage and/or reading
stories of this nature is illegal in your area, I would advise that you exit the
story immediately.  Also, please refrain from filling up my e-mail box with
chastisements over writing a story with this theme.  I believe the saying;
"different strokes for different folks" applies best here (if you'll pardon the
pun).  With that said, I hope you enjoy the story!



Romantic Evening For Two
Part 7



I put my key in the front door lock, turned it and pushed the door open.  I took
one last deep breath and then walked inside...

From the foyer, I saw Dad sitting on the couch with the television on.  He was
looking at me.  It was obvious that he had turned to look into the foyer when he
heard the door open.  "Harry, I'm glad you're home..."

"I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to interrupt you watching TV," I said somewhat
coldly.

"I just had it on for noise.  I haven't been able to concentrate enough to focus
on whatever's on," Dad said sheepishly.

"Yeah.  I guess hot sex with your best friend will do that to you!"  Immediately
after the words came out of my mouth, I regretted uttering them.  This isn't who
I was.  I wasn't some bitter, spiteful queen who uses biting sarcasm to wound
someone.  After making the decision to walk into the house tonight, I decided to
try and look beyond my worries and nerves and try to talk to Dad about what had
transpired tonight.  Instead, my jealousy and anger reared their ugly head.

"Harry!"  Dad said to me with a wide-eyed look on his face.  Not surprisingly,
he was as shocked at my last remark as I was.  I averted my eyes from his face.

"I'm sorry, Dad.  I didn't mean that the way it came out."

"Son, why don't you sit down?  There's a lot that we have to talk about."

"Sure.  We can talk.  But I'd like to grab a shower first."  After my incredibly
erotic encounter with Rick, I wanted to freshen up and get all of the dried cum
off of my body before launching into what was sure to be a long, intense, and
emotional discussion.

"All right.  I'll just go and start dinner while you do that.  Have you eaten
yet?"

"No."

"Great!  I haven't either."

"Okay.  I'll be back down in a few minutes."  I headed for the stairs.  Before
disappearing up them, I looked back into the living room to see Dad lean back on
the couch, take a deep breath, & rub his hands over his face a few times.  What
was he thinking?  What would he tell me tonight?  My stomach started wobbling in
my belly.  If I had anything on my stomach at the time, I had a feeling it
wouldn't have stayed there long.

Upstairs, as I stepped into the shower and underneath the cascading water, I
resolved to show a strong face to Dad.  I'd listen to what he had to say, but I
wasn't going to let him see how disappointed I was in him.  And, if what he had
to tell me was that he and Jim were going to explore their obvious attraction to
each other, I'd do my best to be supportive of him...though I was certain there
would be at least a little bit of bitterness on my part at being the one to make
Dad realize he was attracted to men, only to have Jim be the one to guide him on
the rest of his journey.  I had to shake my head to snap myself out of my
thoughts.  I was getting VERY ahead of myself.  After all, last night Dad had
insisted he'd never leave my mom.  It was more than a big leap for me to assume
he'd change his mind after having sex with Jim earlier today...no matter HOW
good in bed Jim might have been.

Taking stock of my own thoughts, I realized how utterly tinged with jealousy
they seemed.  In that moment, I realized what my true feelings were.  There was
no doubt any longer.  My escapade at the gym with Mike yesterday and the
passionate lovemaking with Rick earlier tonight were hot...and sexy...and
sweet...and totally erotic.  But they both lacked one essential element...an
element that I knew I needed to have: love.  Earlier tonight, being next to
Rick...feeling his naked body on top of me and next to me...his strong arms
around me and his mouth driving me crazy with kisses...I knew that was the way
love was supposed to feel.  However, I don't love Rick.  The only man I
love...the only man I've loved for many years, if I were completely honest with
myself, was downstairs in the kitchen, fixing dinner.  I wasn't FALLING in love
with my dad.  I was already in love with him.

As I shut off the shower and began drying myself off, I had designs on going
downstairs naked and propositioning him to make love to me on the kitchen
floor.  Then I'd tell him about my job in the city.  He'd immediately decide to
come with me.  Tomorrow, we'd ride off into the sunset and live happily ever
after.  If only it were that easy...  Two big obstacles were in my way.  One
being Jim.  For all I knew, he and my father were now an item.  The other
obstacle, of course, being my mother.  My parents were still married.  If Dad
wanted to be with either me or Jim, he still had to face separating from and
divorcing my mother.  Here I was...again mentally getting ahead of myself.  Just
because Jim & Dad had sex, it didn't mean that they had decided to "go off and
shop for curtains," so to speak.  I'm not naive about these things.  I know men
have sex with each other all the time without any emotional attachment being
involved.  Apparently, I wasn't one of those guys.  I like to think of myself as
being able to detach emotionally when necessary.  But something about Dad
hopping into bed with Jim the day after he told me emphatically that he's not
gay and wouldn't leave my mother cut a little too deeply.

I finished drying off, walked to my room, and threw on a t-shirt and shorts.  As
I made my way back downstairs, I wasn't sure what to expect.  I knew I needed to
tell Dad what I was feeling.  Unfortunately for me, I was feeling several things
at once.  How could I possibly convey that?

By the time I got downstairs, dinner was ready.  We sat at the dining room table
in silence for most of dinner.  Each of us tried to have casual conversation,
but each attempt didn't last very long.  The tension that hung in the air
weighed too heavily on both of us for there to be casual conversation.  After
dinner was over, I helped Dad clean off the table.  After putting the dishes in
the sink, Dad put his hand on my shoulder.  "These can wait until later.  Let's
go into the living room.  We can't put this off any longer.  We have to talk."

As we both walked into the living room and sat down, I felt like I was walking
to a firing squad.  My stomach was tied in knots.  I wasn't sure what to expect
from this conversation...though I knew our relationship would be changed somehow
after it was over.  For a few moments, we looked at each other, unsure of how to
start.  Finally, Dad spoke.

"Harry, I realize that you saw Jim and I having sex this afternoon."

"Yeah, it was kinda hard to miss!"  I interrupted.  Dad ignored my snide remark.

"I owe you an explanation of what you saw."

"No, Dad.  You don't.  I'm a 31 year old man.  I know what I saw.  A picture
DOES tell a story, after all..."

"True.  But the real story isn't what you think it is."

"Oh really?  Then what's the real story?  Because the story I was told last
night was that you aren't gay - in fact you were pretty emphatic about that
point - and you wouldn't be leaving Mom to be with me.  Then, I walk into this
house this afternoon and find you in bed with your best friend.  That tells me
that it's okay for you to fool around with other men, but the idea of us being
together just isn't a possibility!"

"Son, you couldn't be more wrong!"

"I don't think I'm wrong.  In fact, I don't think we need to continue this
conversation.  There's no point!"  I started to get up off of the sofa when Dad
grabbed my arm.

"Sit down, Harry.  You don't know the whole story of what happened between Jim
and I earlier.  You owe it to me to let me explain everything to you.  If you
respect me at all as your father, you'll let me finish the story."  I sat back
down on the sofa with my arms folded across my chest.

"Fine.  Continue the story."  I certainly wasn't going to make it easy for him
to get back in my good graces.

"Jim called this morning and wanted me to meet him for lunch.  With you already
gone wherever it was that you went, I decided to meet him.  We sat and talked
for a long time, but I couldn't get out of my head the things you said at dinner
last night about thinking that Jim's gay.  He must've been able to tell that I
had a lot on my mind, so he pressed me to tell him about it.  I agreed, so we
came back here.  I told him about your suspicion and he confirmed that you're
right."

"See!  I knew it!  I told you!"  Up until that moment, I wasn't sure if I was
any good at spotting other gay men.  But I felt a slight bit of vindication to
know I'd been right about Jim.  "So what?  After he told you that he's gay, the
two of you decided to hit the sheets?"

"No.  It wasn't like that at all.  Jim had more to tell me.  He said that he
hasn't discovered sex with men since Audrey's death.  He told me that he's known
he's gay all of his life."

"And he still married Audrey?  What a scumbag!"

"That's what I said!  But he told me that Audrey was gay too."

"What?!"

"I was shocked too, Son.  They were in a marriage of convenience because they
were both had partners, but wanted to keep up appearances for their families.
After the relationships ended, life intervened and they ended up staying married
until Audrey got sick and died."

"Whoa!  That's pretty deep, Dad."

"I know."

"So how did you two end up in bed together?"

"I told Jim you had another suspicion about him.  I told him that you thought he
was attracted to me."

"I was right, wasn't I?"

"Yep.  You were!"

"And that's when you decided to take him to bed and show him how a real man does
it?"

"No.  Not exactly.  I thought back to our conversation last night.  Before Jim
called this morning, I'd already been thinking about it.  Having sex with you
felt so wonderful and so right.  I know that I told you that I'm not gay.  But I
wanted to find out what it would be like to be with another man besides you.  I
figured if I had sex with Jim and hated it, I wouldn't feel so bad about pushing
you away."

"Dad, that doesn't make any sense!"

"It did to me.  So, I pursued things with Jim.  One thing led to another and we
found ourselves in bed."

I interrupted him again.  A bad habit, I know...  "And you loved it so much that
you've decided you ARE gay and you're going to leave Mom so that you and Jim can
live happily ever after, right?"

"You've got it partially right, Son.  I loved having sex with Jim.  I loved it
almost as much as I loved having sex with you.  I don't know what it means.  I
don't know if I'm bisexual or gay.  But I know that I love having sex with men.
But Jim and I aren't going to be together."

"Why not, if you loved being with him so much?"

"After I realized that you'd seen us together, I told him about what you and I
have been doing the past few days."

I started looking around the room.  "Are the 'decency police' going to show up
and arrest us for crimes against society and nature?"  I couldn't help but
grin.  I think it broke some of the tension between us, because Dad grinned back
at me.

"No.  He's not going to tell anyone.  He was supportive of you and I.  He told
me to go out and find you, bring you back here, and take you to bed, actually."

"Really?!"  I truly was shocked.  I can tell how Jim feels about Dad.

"Yes.  And son, if not for the fact that I know I've hurt you very deeply,
that's exactly what I want to do...take you up to bed and make love to you."

I started to smile.  "Dad, what are you saying here?"

"Harry, I know there's a lot of unknowns right now...especially where your
mother and our marriage are concerned.  But if there's one thing I've realized
today, it's that I love you and I want you.  Us being together these past few
days hasn't been a fluke.  I was frantic when I found out that you had seen Jim
and I having sex.  It killed me to know that I'd caused you to hurt that way.  I
can't ever apologize enough for you having to go through that."

Suddenly, MOST of the knots in my stomach untied themselves and I began to feel
more at ease.  I shouldn't be so easy.  I should make him work for my
forgiveness.  But the truth of the matter is that I loved my father too much to
hold this indiscretion over his head one minute longer.  "Dad, it's okay."

"No, Son.  It isn't okay."

"Stop, Dad.  It's really okay.  And if having sex with Jim is what it took for
you to realize that you want us to be together, I'm VERY okay with you having
done it."  I smiled at him broadly.

"Really?  We're okay?"

"What do you think?"  With that, I pulled him to me and we kissed.  Dad pulled
back after a few moments.

"You know...there's still a lot up in the air.  I need to sit down with your
mother and we have to talk about the state of our marriage."

"I know, Dad.  I love Mom.  I wouldn't ask you to drop her like a hot potato.
But you have to know that I want you.  I don't want you to be married to her
anymore.  And if you really care for her, you shouldn't want her to stay in a
marriage with someone whose heart isn't with her any longer."  I brought my hand
up and rubbed his cheek as he looked into my eyes.

"I know, Son."  We kissed again.  "God, it feels good to do that...and to
finally be honest with you and myself about my feelings.  Let's do it some
more!"  Dad started to lean in, but I put my hand up to his chest.  It was time
for me to drop my own bombshell.  I only hoped that it wouldn't ruin the
progress we'd just made.  "What's wrong?  I thought you weren't upset anymore."

"I'm not.  It's just that I've....um....I've got something to tell you.  I need
to tell you where I was today."  Dad readjusted his sitting position on the
couch and looked at me intently.

"Okay.  Shoot!"

"Let me back up first.  Yesterday before we went to dinner, I got a call from an
old buddy of mine that I used to work with.  He told me about a job opening
where he works now and wanted me to come for an interview.  I wasn't going to do
it, but he talked me into it."

"Thank goodness!  You've been looking for work for the past few months.  I'd be
upset with you if you had turned down a job opportunity!  I'm glad you decided
to go."

"Yeah...  That's where I was today.  I went on the interview and, on the way
home, I got a phone call from one of the people who interviewed me.  They told
me that they wanted to hire me and they offered me the job."

Dad got this really cute, excited look on his face.  "What did you say?"

"I accepted the job offer."

"Oh Harry!  That's wonderful, Son!  I'm so happy for you!  I've been hoping
you'd find work!"  He immediately threw his arms around me and pulled me into a
big hug.

"Dad, there's more.  This is the part you might not like.  I know I'm having a
tough time getting excited about it.  The job is located in the city.  I start
on Monday.  They're putting me up in a fully-furnished condo and I have to leave
in two days to get settled in before I start the job."

Dad's facial expression immediately dropped.  "In the city...?"

"Yeah.  You know...I can call them and turn it down.  I've been thinking I
would, anyway."

He interrupted me.  "You most certainly WILL NOT turn down the job offer!  Son,
is this job what you want to do?"

"Well...yes.  Yes it is."

"Then you have to take it."

"But what about us?  I'll be a three-hour drive away."

"If things go the way we'd like them to go, I just might be joining you in the
city soon enough.  And until then, we'll figure something out."

"We'd better figure something out.  I don't want to be away from my hot, sexy,
muscular, masculine dad any longer than I have to be."  As I was talking, I
reached out and rubbed my hand across his shirt covered chest.  Dad's facial
expression changed again...this time to a sensual, smoldering look.

"You know...we have to make up for some lost time.  And since you'll be leaving
in a couple days, I want you all to myself for as much of that time as
possible."  He pulled me toward him and we began to kiss...our hands exploring
each other as our tongues slashed against each other in our mouths.  We got up
from the couch and began undressing each other.  "Why don't we head upstairs,
Baby Boy?"

"Sounds good to me, Daddy!"  As we made our way to the stairs, kissing the whole
time, we left a trail of clothes in our wake and began climbing the stairs to
the bed we'd shared this whole week...my parents' bed.

Upstairs in my parents' room, I lay naked across their bed...my hard cock
standing outward, in essence pointing at my father, who stood across from the
bed, undressing.  All the while, we looked into each other's eyes.  After our
talk, it felt like Dad and I were truly on the same page.  I felt a connection
between us that hadn't been there before.  Dad finished undressing and knelt on
the bed next to me, his own hard cock pointing at me.  As he moved closer to me,
I reached out with both of my hands and stroked the hair on his chest, playing
with his nipples.  One hand slipped lower and alternated between stroking his
cock and his balls.  Dad reached out with one of his own hands and played with
my dick.  No words were spoken.  None needed to be.  We each seemed to know what
the other wanted.  After a few minutes of stroking each other, Dad lowered his
body on top of mine and brought his mouth to my mouth.  I wrapped my arms around
his back and we began kissing passionately.  Our hard cocks were trapped between
us, each beginning to leak precum.  Our make out session seemed to go on for
close to an hour.  Finally, Dad ended it by leaning back and looking into my
eyes.

"Son, I want you to fuck me."  He must have seen the shock register on my face,
because he nodded his head.

"Dad?"  Now, I know it isn't right to stereotype.  In fact, as a gay man, I
shouldn't stereotype any other gay men.  But no matter how we fight the urge,
all of us have stereotyped others at one time or another.  I would never have
imagined that my masculine, strapping, muscular father would be the type of man
who would want to be fucked.  Yet, here he was, telling me that's exactly what
he wanted.

"Harry, if we're going to do this...you know, exploring a relationship, I want
us to be equals.  I want to know what it feels like.  Hell, I may want you to do
it to me on a regular basis!"  He looked into my eyes and grinned.  I couldn't
help by smile at him.  Dad sure had come a long way in just a few days.  Just
earlier in the week, I had to coax him out of his clothes.  Now, here he was,
asking me to fuck him!  "So, what do you say?  Will you fuck your old man, Boy?"

"You don't have to ask me twice!"

"Three times."

"What?"

"I don't have to ask you three times.  I already had to ask you twice, Son."  He
winked at me.  What a jackass!  Here we were, about to have a very intimate
moment...about to cross another line - one of the few lines we HADN'T crossed in
the past few days - and he's teasing me!  God, I love that about Dad!  I
playfully shoved his shoulders and we both chuckled.

"All right, stud!  If you want it that bad, your son's going to fuck your brains
out!"

Dad playfully bit his lip and groaned.  "Yeah, Baby.  I want that cock in me!"
He reached into the drawer of one of the nightstands, pulled out some lube & a
condom, and handed them to me.  "Here.  Why don't you get my ass ready and I'll
use some natural lubricant to prepare your cock?"  We lay on the bed in the 69
position.  Dad immediately went to work on my cock.  I had to wonder if he'd
been practicing on hot dog wieners.  He'd definitely improved his technique a
lot since the first time he tried to suck it.  Damn he was good!  I spread some
lube on my middle finger and began to tease his hole.  I couldn't help but bring
his cock up to my mouth.  It was right there, dripping in front of my face.  Who
was I to turn down the chance to suck on Dad's cock a little?

After a few minutes of preparation - and having to tell Dad to slow down before
he brought me over the edge - we were ready.  "How do you want me, Dad?"

"I want to be on my back, so I can look in your eyes."

"Are you sure?  For your first time, it might be easier if I'm on my back and
you sit on me.  That way, you can control the speed my cock slides in until you
get used to it."  I really did think that might be the best way to go for his
first time getting fucked.  But part of me hoped he'd agree with me because I
wanted to have my hands all over his hairy chest while he bounced up and down on
my cock.

"Son, I can handle it on my back.  I know you'll be gentle with me."

"Yeah...at least until you're used to the sensation.  After that, I'm gonna fuck
you like a man!"  I must've had a devilish grin on my face, because Dad smirked
at me and then pulled me to him for a quick make out session.  Soon enough, Dad
was lying on his back on the bed with his legs over my shoulders.  I spent a few
minutes, rubbing my cock head around and across his asshole.

Dad was groaning.  "Son, you're driving me crazy!  Please put it in!"  Who was I
to turn down an order from my father?  I lined my cock up with his asshoole and
began to slowly slide the head in.  Below me, I saw Dad tense and draw in deep
breaths of air.  I kept pushing, but going very slow.  The minute he asked me to
stop, I'd be ready.

I was about halfway in when I saw Dad wince.  "Are you okay?  Do you want me to
stop and pull out?"

"No way, Baby.  It hurts, but it's nothing I can't handle.  It feels good too.
It feels good being connected with you like this."  We looked each other in the
eye.  I dare not lean down and kiss him without being all the way in yet.
Instead, I reached down rubbed my hand across his chest lovingly.  After a few
moments, I went back to work, continuing to slowly slide my cock into his ass.
After asking Dad if he wanted me to stop a couple more times because of the look
of pain on his face, I was all the way in.  His ass felt so warm and tight.
Damn, it was taking all of my restraint to not start pumping in and out of him.

After a few minutes of him getting used to the feeling of me inside him, I
asked, "How does it feel, stud?"

"Oh Harry, Baby...  It feels so good.  The pain's mostly gone.  No wonder you
like me fucking you.  This is wonderful!"

Now, it was my turn to tease him.  "Naw!  I just like getting fucked by you
because it's you!  Do you think you're ready to start or do you need a little
longer?"

"I'm ready, Son.  Fuck me!"  With that, I began slowly drawing out of his ass
until I was almost all the way out and then pushing back in, picking up the pace
with each stroke.  From the expressions on Dad's face, I could tell that he
really was enjoying it.  Unlike women, men can't 'fake it.'  It's just not in
our DNA.  As I was fucking him, I reached down and began stroking his hard
cock.  Dad's ass was so tight, I knew I wasn't going to last very long.  The way
Dad was moaning and thrashing around on the bed, I didn't want the experience to
end for him so soon, but I couldn't control myself.  I was pistoning my hips
back and forth, pushing my cock in and out of him, making us both feel
sensations we hadn't felt before.  Finally, I had reached the point of no
return.  With a loud moan and one last push, I drove my cock all the way into
his ass...my cum shooting out of my cock into the condom in his ass.  "Oh, Son!
Oh fuck, Harry!  Oh...OH FUCK!"  With that, cum poured out of Dad's cock and
shot onto his chest and all over my hand that had been stroking him.  I brought
my hand up to lick some of his cum off of my hand.  After just a few licks, Dad
grabbed my wrist and brought my hand to his own mouth, licking his cum off of my
hand.  When he was done, I leaned forward and laid on top of his body, my
shrinking cock still inside him.  I brought my mouth to his and our tongues
wrestled against each other for several minutes...Dad's hands roaming all over
my back and cupping my ass until I stopped him.

"So, stud...  How was your first time getting fucked?"

He got the biggest smile on his face.  "Fucking fantastic...literally!"  We both
laughed.  "You and I are going to have to do that more often!"

"You got it, stud!"  We began kissing again.  God, I loved this man.  I didn't
want to fight it anymore.  If my mom wouldn't give him a divorce, I was prepared
to drive back here from the city and fight for him.  I wanted him in my bed
every night and wanted us to wake up in each other's arms.  He needed to be with
someone who appreciated how hot, sexy, and sensual of a man he was.  Obviously,
that person was no longer my mother.  We must've spent several more minutes
making out until we got a hold of our senses and decided to get some sleep.

The next day, I woke up alone in my parents' bed.  Last night obviously hadn't
been a dream, otherwise I'd be in my own bed.  But I did wonder where Dad had
gone.  I didn't have to wonder too much longer.  Dad walked into the bedroom
wearing a robe and carrying a tray of food.

"Oh good!  You're awake!"

"Yeah.  Just a couple minutes ago.  I can't think of anything better to wake up
to than my man bringing me breakfast in bed...well, I can't think of ALMOST
anything better..."

"That'll come later.  For now, let's eat!"  He started to sit down on the bed
when I stopped him.

"Uh uh, stud.  There's a dress code on this bed.  Off with the robe!"  Dad stood
up and slowly pulled on the drawstrings tying the robe together.  Once the robe
fell open, Dad sensually slid it off of his shoulders until it lay crumpled on
the floor.  He crawled onto the bed and lay next to me.  We began eating the
food.

"Since you have to leave for the city tomorrow, what do you want to do today,
Harry?"  I gave him the 'that's a stupid question' look, which made him
chuckle.  "I mean, if you want to go and visit some friends before you have to
leave tomorrow, I won't be upset."

"Dad, there's nowhere I'd rather be today than right here.  In fact, I think we
should spend the rest of the day in bed together."

Dad started to climb out of bed.  "I don't know.  There are errands I need to
run and things I need to take care of."  I grabbed his arm and pulled him back
onto the bed.

"All of that is going to have to wait until after I'm gone.  Until tomorrow, I'm
not letting you out of this bed!"

Dad looked at me and smirked.  "Mmmm...  Yes SIR!"  And so, that's exactly what
we did.  We spent the rest of the day in bed like a couple of newlyweds on their
honeymoon.  Oh, we tried to do other things than have sex.  We tried to watch
some inane romantic comedy on the DVD player.  But, like any couple in love does
during a movie, we spent most of the time making out and fondling each other.
We had lunch and dinner in bed.  Of course, both of these activities led to sex,
since we'd 'accidentally on purpose' spill food onto each other's body.  The
only way to clean it off was to lick it off, of course.  It was the best day.  I
know I must've been smiling the whole time...that is, when I wasn't moaning in
ecstasy.  It was late in the evening when our day of fun in bed was finally
over.  We had each fucked each other once.  Dad had sucked me off once and I had
blown him twice.  Drained of all energy, he spooned me and wrapped his arm
around me as we both drifted off to sleep.

The next day, the day had finally come.  I had to leave for the city to get
settled in at my new condo before starting work on Monday.  Mom was due back
from Seattle in a couple days.  I knew that the next several days - or weeks,
perhaps months - wouldn't be easy for anyone in my family.  After our talk two
nights ago, I knew Dad had a lot of important life decisions facing him...none
of them easy.  If I had to wager what he'd do......well, I wouldn't.  Assuming
what Dad felt or would do had gotten me into more than one mentally exhausting
emotional war-zone in the past several days.  I wasn't about to put myself in
another one.  For now, I was content to lie next to Dad in my parents' bed.  He
was spooning me and his right arm was draped over me.  I could feel his morning
wood pressing against my thigh.  He must already be awake, because the next
thing I knew, he leaned over and began kissing my earlobe softly, working his
way down to the side of my neck.  I turned over on the bed so that I was on my
back and dad was lying next to me, still on his side.

"Mmmm...that's the way I wanna wake up every morning for the rest of my life."

Dad just smiled at me.  "Good morning, Baby."  He leaned down and kissed me.
"How'd you sleep?"

"Lying here next to you all night?  Perfectly!"  I reached up and rubbed the
side of his face lightly.  He smiled at me and brushed my brown hair off of my
forehead.  "With my man next to me, I could get a good night's sleep EVERY
night...or not!"  I smirked at him, then reached under the covers and gripped
his erect cock, giving it a few playful strokes.  Dad chuckled at my display of
confidence, but then turned serious.

"Harry, you know..."

I interrupted him.  "I know what you're going to say.  You have to sit down with
Mom and talk with her before you make any final decisions."

"It's like I told you the other night...  I owe her that much, Son.  We've been
married for over 30 years.  We've been so distant from each other for so long, I
can't imagine her wanting to continue on as we have been for the past few
years.  But I have to give her a say in what happens to our marriage."

"I know, Dad.  And you know how much I love Mom...how much I love you both.
You're my parents.  I don't want to see either of you hurting.  But I'd be lying
if I said I hope the two of you work things out.  What we've discovered in each
other these past several days is something wonderful...something that I never
thought would happen.  I want to continue to see where this goes."  Dad leaned
down and kissed me on the mouth quickly.

"I do too, Son."  Dad turned away from me and rolled out of bed.  As he stood
and stretched, I admired his muscled body and his still-hard cock jutting out
and upward above his balls.  "We'd better get the day started.  I want to fix
breakfast...and then we've got company coming over."

I rolled over on my side to face him as he walked to the bedroom door.  "Who?"

Dad winked at me and then grinned.  "I'll tell you later."  I got out of bed and
walked to him, wrapping my arms around his waist and leaning up to kiss him.

"Why don't we jump in the shower and get a little dirty before this mysterious
company gets here, Dad?  I mean, you can't expect me to have you wagging THIS in
front me and not be distracted."  Dad gave me a sexy, playful grimace as I
stroked his cock with one hand and massaged his balls with the other.

"Oh fuck, Son.  You don't know how much I want to spend the next half an hour in
the shower with you.  But we really need to get going.  We still need to load
all of your things into your car.  I want you on the road early.  I don't want
you on the road after dark."

"Someone's being a little overprotective!  I'm nearly 32 years old, Dad.  I've
been driving half my life!"

"Sorry, Son.  No matter how old you get, you're always going to be my son...and
I'm always going to watch out for you.  And now I have an extra special reason
to want you safe."  He leaned down and kissed me again.  I reached up and rubbed
my hands across his hairy pecs.

"It's okay.  I like it when you're protective of me."  Both of our cocks were
now throbbing hard between us.  "Are you sure we don't have some time before
company gets here?"

Dad groaned and rolled his eyes.  "Oh hell...you've got me so fuckin' horny,
Harry.  We'll MAKE time!"  Our lips met each other and crashed together in a fit
of passion.  As our tongues were wrestling against each other, my hands rubbed
Dad's back.  His cupped my ass...one of his fingers teasing my hole.  It was
then that fate intervened.  The doorbell rang.  Dad started to pull away from
me, but I kept my hands interlocked around his waist.

"Uh uh, stud.  Whoever that is is early.  They can wait!"

Dad looked at his watch.  "No, they're right on time.  We got up late."

"Fine, but whoever this is owes me a hot fuck with my man," I said as I threw on
my clothes.  I was dressed before Dad and made my way out into the hallway to go
downstairs and answer the door.

"Harry, wait...!" Dad called out to me, but it was too late to stop me.  By the
time I heard him calling out to me, I was halfway down the stairs.  It occurred
to me that I still didn't know who our mystery guest was.  No matter.  I was
about to find out.  I opened the door and immediately realized why Dad wanted to
wait and tell me who it was.

"Hi there, Harry," Jim said, standing on the front porch.  I was dumbstruck to
see Dad's best friend and newfound lover standing in front of me.  Jim must've
realized I was in shock.  "I guess your Dad didn't tell you that he invited me
over to have breakfast with the two of you this morning, huh?  At that point,
Dad reached the front door.

"Jim!  Glad you could make it, buddy!"  He and Jim shook hands and then Jim
walked in past me.  It was then that I began to regain my composure.

"Jim, hi.  I'm sorry about just now.  You caught me off guard."

Dad piped up, "I thought we could all get some things out in the open today
during breakfast.  But maybe this wasn't such a good idea."

"No, Dad.  It's fine.  I'm okay."  Even though the words were coming out of my
mouth, I wasn't sure that I really WAS okay.

"Tim, could Harry & I have some time to talk alone?"

"Sure," Dad replied.  "I need to start breakfast anyway.  We were, uh, kinda
busy before you got here."  Dad winked at Jim and they both grinned at each
other.  I guess no matter your age, there's that piece of high school in all of
us that wants to brag when we've just 'gotten lucky.'  It was kind of cute,
actually.  Dad touched his hand to my shoulder, looked at me and smiled that
killer smile of his.  Then, he left the two of us and made his way to the
kitchen.

"Let's sit down."  I led the way to the living room and sat on the sofa.  I
expected Jim to sit in one of the easy chairs, but instead he plopped down next
to me.  "So, what do you want to talk about?"

"I think you already know," Jim said.

"Yeah, I do.  But this is a little bit awkward for me."

Jim looked me in the eye and smiled.  "God, you and your Dad are so much alike.
This feels like déjà vu from the other day."

I couldn't stop the next words from coming out of my mouth.  "Really?  Then, if
Dad and I are so much alike, does that mean I'm going to get to take you up to
my parents' bed and fuck you like crazy?"  Jim didn't quite know what to say,
but I saw on his face that he was trying his best to hold back anger.  I knew I
had stepped over the line.  "Jim, I'm sorry.  It wasn't fair of me to say that
to you."

"I understand why you said it, Harry.  I know how hurt you must've been to walk
into this house and see your father and I having sex."

"I don't think you do know how I feel, Jim.  You couldn't possibly."

Jim looked at me.  "Oh, I know what it means to be jealous.  Thirty-three years
ago, I fell hard for a wonderful man...only, I couldn't tell him how I felt
about him because he was straight.  Then, I had to watch him date and fall in
love with a woman.  Every day, I had to listen to him tell me how wonderful she
was...how he couldn't imagine his life without her in it...and, because he
thought I was straight, I had to listen to conversations about them being
intimate with each other.  THEN, I had to endure the two of them getting
married.  You know the part of the wedding ceremony where the minister asks if
anyone has a reason why the bride & groom shouldn't get married?  It took every
fiber of restraint within me to not stand up and say that the wedding shouldn't
take place because I was in love with the groom.  Everyday, I had to live with
the fact that I couldn't have the man I had fallen in love with.  As time went
on, it got easier to deal with, but the feelings of jealousy over what I could
never have never completely went away.  So believe me, I know all about being
jealous."

Listening to Jim talk, it suddenly hit me.  Their night together wasn't about
Jim seducing my father.  It was about the culmination of something Jim had
wanted for over thirty years.  "You're talking about my dad, aren't you?"

"Yes, Harry.  I am.  I was...no...I AM in love with your father.  I have been
for more than half of my life."

"There's something I can relate to," I muttered under my breath.

"What's that?"

"I was saying that it must've been hard for you to watch him with my mom all of
these years," I lied.

"It certainly wasn't easy."

"Then why did you stick around?  You and Audrey could've easily stopped spending
time with my mom and dad socially."

"Because, I cared about your father too much to do that.  I knew that he valued
my friendship and I didn't want to hurt him by dropping out of his life
completely.  And, once I began spending time with your mother, I realized that
Tim was right.  She really WAS a wonderful woman.  I saw how happy they were
together.  Then you were born.  I knew my fantasies of a life with Tim would
never be a reality.  That's when I started to give myself permission to move on
instead of continuing to hold a torch for him...and then I met Audrey."

"Dad told me everything, Jim...about the reality of your marriage to Audrey."

"Yes.  He told me you knew.  Well...when I finally got the courage to tell your
dad that I'm gay, it felt like a huge weight had been lifted off of my
shoulders.  It didn't feel good to keep something like that from my oldest
friend.  Then, when the sexual tension between us started to react, my fantasy
finally was coming true."

"I know exactly what you mean."

Jim put his hand on my shoulder.  "I know you do.  Harry, you should've seen the
look on your father's face when he saw your overnight bag in the hallway and
realized that you'd seen us having sex.  It was as if someone had punched him in
the stomach over and over again.  It was only after he told me about the two of
you that I realized what that look on his face meant.  I know it isn't my place
to say this...and I'm aware that you and your dad have already talked all of
this out.  But I just wanted to say to you...  Your father loves you.  I'm not
talking about him loving you as his son.  I mean, he loves you...as a lover.  It
absolutely killed him to know how badly he'd hurt you.  And it hurt me to know
that I'd been a part of it."

"Jim, it means a lot for you to say all of this to me...especially now that I
know how you feel about my dad."

Jim squeezed my shoulder.  "Harry, when I saw the look in your father's eyes as
he was talking about you the other night, I knew I didn't stand a chance with
him.  I don't know what the future holds for he and your mother or the two of
you.  But I do know that Tim Morris and I won't ever be more than good friends."

"I don't know what to say, Jim.  I'm not sure I could be as gracious as you if
our positions were reversed."  I truly was feeling a little knocked
off-balance.  The other night, Rick had told me to go home to my dad even though
I knew he wanted me for himself.  Now, Jim was stepping aside, despite his deep
feelings for my father.  People are usually more selfish than this...at least,
in my experience.  No one makes this kind of self sacrifice except in the movies
and on TV.  Yet, here I was in the middle of another "Movie Of The Week" moment
in just the span of a few days.  I half expected Lindsay Wagner or Markie Post
to appear out of thin air and start wailing away about their kidnapped son or
unfaithful husband.

"To tell you the truth, Harry.  I didn't think I could be this gracious either.
After the other night, I told myself that I would come clean with your father
about how I've felt about him all of these years.  I didn't have any intention
of saying any of this to you today.  But seeing the two of you together this
morning...seeing how happy you make your dad...  I haven't seen him this happy
in many years.  And I see a glow about you that was never there in all the years
I watched you grow up.  I can't try to come between the two of you.  And
truthfully, I don't think I even could."  In that moment, I was overcome with
emotion.  Because he and my dad were best friends, I had often looked up to Jim
as a second father.  Today, he was showing me that he was worthy of my respect.

"Thank you, Jim.  I never told you this, but I've always thought of you as a
second father.  Thanks for being good to me.  I love you, bud."

Jim smiled at me.  "I love you too...Son."  When I didn't respond right away, I
saw the expression on Jim's face change.  I could see that he was thinking he
had crossed a line by calling me 'son.'  To quickly put a stop to that, I leaned
forward and pressed my lips to his.  Our lips parted and our tongues touched
lightly before I pulled back.  My eyes drifted from Jim's face to see Dad
standing behind us with a huge smirk on his face.

"Dad!" I started.  Jim quickly turned around with an anxious look on his face.
Neither of us were quite sure what sort of response awaited us.

"So...I leave the two of you alone for a few minutes and this is what happens?"
He walked toward the sofa.

"Tim, I'm sorry, I..."  Jim started, but Dad put his hand on Jim's shoulder and
smiled at both of us.

"It's okay.  I was eavesdropping from the kitchen.  I know the kiss wasn't
anything romantic."  I saw Jim turn as white as a sheet when he heard that.  I
suppose he had changed his mind about telling Dad how he felt about him.
"Breakfast is ready.  Harry, could you come and help me bring the food out of
the kitchen?

"Sure!"  I got up off the sofa.

"Do you need me to help?"  Jim asked, sheepishly.  His face had turned from pale
white to a thousand shades of embarrassed red & purple.

"It's okay, Buddy.  Harry and I have it covered.  Just sit down at the table and
we'll serve you."

In the kitchen, I stopped Dad.  "Are you sure you're okay with that kiss?"

"Son, I'm serious.  It's fine.  Besides, we haven't even figured out what our
future's going to be yet.  I can't expect you to be celibate if I can't even be
certain whether or not my marriage is over yet."  He smiled at me and I leaned
up to kiss him.

"I love you, Dad."

"I love you too, Babe."  I started to grab the plates off of the kitchen counter
when Dad continued talking.  "I do have a favor to ask you, though."

"What's up?"

"I heard what Jim told you about his feelings for me.  After you hit the road
today, I want to give him a special afternoon."

"And you want my permission to have sex with Jim?"

"I know it hurt when you saw us having sex the other night.  I love you so damn
much, Son.  I don't want to do anything to make you feel that bad again."

"Dad, now that I know for certain how you feel about me and what our future
might hold, I'm not as insecure about 'us' as I was the first time I saw the two
of you together."  I put my hands on his shirt-covered chest and rubbed my hands
up and down his pecs until they traveled up to rest of either side of his face.
"I'm okay with you and Jim having some fun this afternoon."

"You're sure?"

"Dad, as you said just a minute ago, I'm serious.  It's fine."  I smiled at him
and then we kissed before grabbing the plates and food and heading out into the
kitchen.

Breakfast was relatively uneventful.  We sat and talked for a couple
hours...mostly about my new job and how my parents were going to miss me again
after my being back home again.  Finally, Dad looked at the clock.

"Son, I think we'd better get your car loaded up.  It's already almost 2:00pm.
You know I want you in the city before night falls."

"I'm sorry.  I've taken up time that the two of you could've been spending
together on your last day here.  I should've left a long time ago," Jim
apologized.

"No, Jim.  It's okay.  I'm glad you're here."  I rubbed his hand and smiled at
him.  "But Dad's right.  I should get my car packed."

After the three of us cleared the table, Jim helped Dad and I bring everything
out of my bedroom and load it into my car.  The whole process took another
hour.  It was after 3:00 by the time the three of us stood in the garage,
looking at my car in the driveway.

"Thanks for helping us get the car packed, Jim."

"It's no problem at all.  I was glad to help.  Jim smiled at me.  "Good luck on
the new job.  Have a safe trip to the city."  He extended his hand for me to
shake.  Instead I stepped forward and wrapped both of my hands around his back
and embraced him.  As we pulled back from the hug, we kissed.  I reached my hand
up and stroked the side of his face, letting my hand drift down and rub his
chest before pulling it away.  Jim looked at his watch.

"I should probably get going."

"Buddy, can you hang around for a few minutes?"

Jim's eyes got wide again as he looked at my dad.  "Sure thing.  I'll wait
inside so you two can say goodbye in private.  See you later, Harry."

"Bye, Jim!"  Jim walked back into the house.  Dad walked over and pressed the
button to close the garage door, leaving us shielded from prying eyes outside.
He walked up, wrapped his arms around my waist, and pulled me to him.

"I can't believe you're leaving again..."  I didn't say anything.  I just lay my
head on his chest.  "Son, what we've discovered this past week has meant so much
to me.  You've been incredible..."  I stopped him.

"Hey, don't give me this speech.  It makes it sound like this is the end."

"But..."  I interrupted him again.

"I know YOU don't know what's going to happen, but I do.  Whether it be a week
or a month, you're going to follow me to the city.  And then we can REALLY start
our journey together.  So let's just leave it at 'see you later,' okay?"

"Okay, you stud you!"  Dad smiled at me and we began kissing.  The longer we
kissed, the more passionate we got.  Dad backed us both up and lay us down on
the hood of his car...me underneath him.  He broke our kiss and stood straight
up, looking down at me.  It was such a sexy pose.  He pulled his shirt off,
exposing his sexy, hairy chest and torso.  Before long, we were both naked,
making out while lying across the hood of Dad's car.  Dad kissed up my neck and
began licking and nibbling on my earlobes.  He leaned down and whispered in my
ear.  "You want your daddy's cock in your hole, Son?"

"Fuck yeah, Daddy.  Fuck me, stud!"

"You got it, Boy!"  Dad kneeled down and began rimming me, getting my ass
ready.  After a few minutes, Dad spit in his palm and lubed up his cock.  Then,
he began pushing it into my asshole.  We were both worked up into a frenzy.  The
idea of having sex inside the garage had gotten us both incredibly horny.  After
just a few minutes, Dad shot his load into my ass.  We lay there for a few more
minutes, caressing each other, kissing, and coming down from the euphoria of our
sex.  Dad leaned up and looked at me.

"I guess you'd better head inside and get cleaned up."

"No way.  I want to drive to the city with my dad's load in me."  We both
chuckled and got up so we could get dressed.  After we were done, we came
together for another passionate round of kissing.  Between kisses, I remarked,
"You know?  After what we just did, I think you should greet Mom at the door
when she gets back from Seattle with divorce papers in hand for her to sign."

"Harry, don't talk like that."

"I'm sorry.  It was just a joke.  I shouldn't have said it.  I do love Mom,
too.  Tell her bye for me."

"I will, Harry."  We kissed one last time, then broke apart and Dad pressed the
button to reopen the garage door.  I walked out to the car and got in.  We
exchanged one last round of goodbyes.

"Have fun with Jim," I teased.  Dad just winked at me.  I drove out of the
driveway and made my way to my new digs in the city.

I didn't hear from either of my parents right away.  I knew I wouldn't, though.
Mom wasn't due back from her business trip until two days after I left for the
city.  The night that she was due back from her trip, my phone rang.  I saw on
the caller ID that it was from my parents' number.  My heart jumped.  I knew it
was Dad, calling to tell me he had talked with Mom the minute she got home and
was about to jump in the car to head for my place.  When I answered the phone, a
dose of cold water was thrown on my fantasy.  It was my mom.  We spoke for a few
minutes...me asking about her trip and she congratulating me on my new job, as
well as telling me how much she was going to miss me.  After promising her that
I'd be back home to visit more often than the last time, our conversation
started to drift to an end.  I asked her if I could talk to Dad, but she
remarked that he had gone out.  I was a little crushed.  But I knew how Dad and
I felt about each other.  My confidence that we'd end up together was unshaken.

A few days later, my phone rang.  This time, Dad was on the other end.  "Are you
in the mood for some company?"

"Are you kidding?  I've been waiting for this since I left home!"

"Me too, Son.  I'm leaving tomorrow.  I should be there right around the time
you get home from work."

"Great!  Is this for a visit or something more permanent?"

Dad's answer was somewhat cryptic.  "We'll see..."

The next day at work, I was fit to be tied.  My co-workers must've all thought I
was crazy.  And I suppose I was...crazy about my father.  When the work day was
finally over, I couldn't get out of the building fast enough.  I even blew by
Rob on the way out the door.  I think he wanted us to go out for drinks after
work.  I had more important things waiting for me at home!

I had only been home for about half an hour when a knock on the door came.  I
opened it to find my dad standing in the hallway...looking as handsome and sexy
as ever...his chest stretching the t-shirt he was wearing.  "Hey, Dad!"  I tried
to sound cool, in case anyone was in the hallway.

"Son!  It's so good to see you!"  He walked inside and I shut the door behind
him.  Instantly, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me to him.  I
reached up and rubbed him hands across his chest.  We kissed each other
hungrily, as if we hadn't seen each other in months.  When our passion finally
subsided, we pulled back from each other.

"How's everything with you?  What's going on with you and Mom?"  I was anxious
to find out what was behind his trip here.

"We'll talk about that later.  For now, I want to see your place!"  He started
looking around and walked toward the living room area.  I quickly put a stop to
that and grabbed him by the arm.  I pulled him toward the bedroom.

"Uh uh.  I'm going to show you the most important room in the entire condo.  The
room you and I will be sharing for the foreseeable future."  I pulled him into
my bedroom.  I don't have to tell you that we tore each other's clothes off and
spent the better part of the evening making love to each other.

Ever since that first night when I walked in to find Dad and his botched
romantic dinner for Mom, so much had changed.  Both he and I had gone through
some emotional times.  But we had come out of it closer and filled with more
love than before.  Lying in bed next to him, with my head on his chest and my
hand rubbing his other pec, I knew this was finally the start of something
wonderful.  All of the anxiety and pain had been worth it.  I'd finally found my
man.  Whatever obstacles lie ahead of us, I knew we'd get through it as long as
we had each other.




AUTHOR'S NOTE:  Though this reads like an ending, I've got one more chapter to
go that will serve as more of an epilogue than a true eighth chapter.  You'll
find out about how things turned out for Harry & Tim...as well as find out about
the futures of other characters we've met in this series.  The final installment
of this series should be along within a few days!



Copyright  Harrison Morris, 2011