Date: Sat, 13 Aug 2011 21:16:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harrison Morris <hmorri112@yahoo.com>
Subject: Romantic Evening For Two, Part 8

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 8



As it turned out, Dad's visit over the weekend was nothing more than
that...a visit.  The morning after we spent most of the night in bed,
making love, we had a serious talk.  Nothing had changed between the two of
us.  In fact, if anything, Dad had grown more certain that the best thing
for both he and my mom was for their marriage to end.  BUT, as with
anything in life, taking that first step toward a life-altering change
wasn't proving to be easy for him.  He and my mom hadn't yet had that
serious conversation about their marriage.  Couple that with the fact that
Mom was yearning to have her family back together again, however briefly.
Given that I had moved back to the city while she was in Seattle on
business, she had missed out on some family time before I left home again
to make my way in the world.

"Dad, you know you can't keep putting this off."

"I know, Harry.  It's just more difficult than I thought it would be."

"Believe me, Dad.  I understand.  But let me ask you this...do you still
want us to explore the possibility of a future together?"


"You know I do, Son."  After he said that, he pulled me to him and gave me
one of the sexiest, most passionate kisses he'd ever given me.

After breaking the kiss - and catching my breath - I looked him square in
the eye.  "Then you know you have to talk to her and start the process of
ending your marriage.  You can't have us both.  It's not fair to either of
us."

"You're right, Son.  And I will.  But there's one thing I need you to do
first."

I rubbed my hand across his chest, feeling the hair spread across it.  "You
know I'd do anything for you, Dad.  Just ask."

"Come back home next weekend for a visit."

"What?  I thought we both agreed that I shouldn't be there when you two
talk about things."

"We did.  And I still don't think you should be there.  But your mom's
missing you...missing our family.  I want her to have one last weekend of
family time.  Then, after you come back here, I'll talk to her."

"Dad, you know I love Mom so much..."

"Then, you'll do it?"

"Of course.  If it means that it gets me one step closer to having you in
this bed on a regular basis."  We began kissing again, which led to a full
on lovemaking session.  In fact, much of that weekend was one ongoing
lovemaking session.  Pretty soon, it was Sunday afternoon and Dad left to
go back home.

I missed him, but was able to turn my attention to work to pass the time.
Even though I had turned Peter's advances down after he had finished
interviewing me for my job, I would still catch him eyeing me from time to
time when I'd pass him in the hallway.  In fact, maybe 'ogling' would be a
better word to use than 'eyeing.'  Though I was mostly over the moon about
the prospect of Dad being in my life as my lover in the very near future,
one thing was tugging at the back of my mind.  Intellectually, I knew it
was nothing more than the gay version of an old wives' tale, but I needed
to get the point of view of another gay man on the subject.  Peter was
already aware that I'm gay, so I decided I would talk with him.  After
business hours, I walked down to his office, stuck my head in and knocked
on the door to let him know I was standing there.

Peter glanced up from his computer screen.  "Harry!  Hey!  I've been
meaning to stop you in the hallway and ask.  How's the job going so far?"

"Everything's been great so far, Peter.  Thanks for asking.  I'm settling
in to the job nicely.  Thanks again for giving me this opportunity."  I
couldn't tell for certain, but from the view I had of his crotch, I started
to wonder if I had interrupted him watching porn.

"Hey, you deserve it!  And from what I hear, Tina and everyone else in the
R&D section are really impressed with your work.  What can I do for you?"

"I don't usually like to talk about too much of my personal life here at
work.  But because you know about my sexual preference, I was wondering if
I might ask your opinion about something."

"Sure thing, Harry.  Why don't you close the door?"  I turned and closed
the door.  When I turned around, I got confirmation that my suspicions were
correct.  Peter was standing up and his crotch was tented out obscenely.
He obviously saw me staring.  "You like what you see, Son?"

"Oh yeah!"  I really DID like the way his slacks were bulging out.  But I
needed to make sure he knew that I hadn't used asking him a question as a
pretext to come into his office and have sex with him.  "It's too bad that
I have plans this evening."

I could see the look of disappointment in Peter's eyes.  I hated lying to
him, but until things were decided between Dad and I, I didn't feel right
having sex with anyone else.  "Oh.  So you really DO want to get my opinion
on something..."

"Yes.  I'm sorry for confusing you, Peter."

"No, no.  It's quite all right.  You made your intentions toward me clear
the day of the interview.  But I'll repeat what I told you that day.  If
you change your mind, all you have to do is say the word."

His persistence put a smile on my face.  "I'll keep that in mind."  Peter
motioned for me to sit at the round conference table in the corner of his
office and he joined me there.  "Peter, as I mentioned the day of my
interview, I'm in a relationship with someone."

"Yes, I remember.  I hope the bastard knows just how lucky he is...if I can
be so bold as to say that to you."

"Our relationship is his first with another guy," I continued, not
acknowledging Peter's flattery.  "And I have a concern..."

"I see.  And this is what you need my opinion on?"

"Yes...that is, if it's not too much of an imposition to ask you."

"Not at all!  I'm glad to give any input, if I can.  What concerns you
about the relationship?"

"I'm sure you've heard the rule when it comes to gay relationships...'The
one who brings you out isn't the one you spend the rest of your life
with'."

Peter grinned at me.  "Ah yes.  I know it well...it's a distant cousin of
the rule that says you never end up marrying your high school sweetheart."

"Peter, I know this is nothing more than a saying...and there are
exceptions to every rule.  I REALLY like this guy...but I don't want to
jump into this relationship with both feet if he's only going to end up
leaving me for greener pastures in a few months."  It was the first time
I'd vocalized this concern.  I know Dad loves me as a lover.  But I've seen
more than one friend start a relationship with a newly-out-of-the-closet
guy, only to have things end a few months later because the guy wanted to
see what else was out there for him.  In other words, the cork didn't just
pop out of the bottle, it EXPLODED out of the bottle...and landed on
practically every guy in sight!  I didn't want that to happen to Dad and I.

"Harry, you may not like what I'm about to say to you.  But just because
it's an old wives' tale, doesn't mean it's entirely untrue.  If this guy is
new to hot, sweaty, man-on-man sex, he may have some catching up to do to
get everything out of his system."

"You aren't saying anything that hadn't already crossed my mind."

"This doesn't mean you have to break up with him.  I have a
suggestion...something that a friend of mine who was in a similar situation
tried several years ago..."

"Did it work, Peter?"

He smiled at me.  "I'll say this.  The two of them are still together, all
these 14 years later."

"What did your friend and his partner do?"

"They decided to date for a year before becoming serious with each other.
They were both allowed to see other people while they were dating.  Then,
at the end of a year, they sat down together and decided whether or not
they wanted to get serious or if they wanted to stop seeing each other
altogether.  My friend's partner told him that having that year to see what
it would be like to date other men helped him ultimately make up his mind
that he wanted to be in a committed relationship."

"That actually sounds like a good idea.  I think I might try suggesting
that to my special guy."

"I hope it works out for you.  Because, if it doesn't, you know I'm always
here."

I smiled at him and made my way to his office door.  "Thanks, Peter!"  I
walked out into the hallway without acknowledging his pass at me.

That weekend, I went back home to have one final `Family Weekend' with my
mom and dad before the beginning of the end of their marriage commenced.
It was nice to see Mom again, but the whole weekend was awkward.  All I
wanted was to be in Dad's arms.  The worst part was at night, knowing that
they'd be sharing a bed, not he and I.  Though we had a few fleeting stolen
moments together to exchange quick kisses and cop a few good feels, the
weekend was mostly spent with the three of us sharing time as a family.

That Sunday night, I returned to my condo in the city not knowing when Dad
was planning on talking to Mom.  However, I got the answer when Dad showed
up on my doorstep on Wednesday evening.  It turns out that he sat Mom down
to talk with her about the state of their marriage the same night I left to
return to the city.  Thankfully, their talk was amicable.  Mom's no fool.
She knew as well as Dad did that the two of them had been growing apart for
many years.  She was just as ready to move on with her life as he was.
Obviously, she wasn't told about Dad's relationship with me or that
wouldn't have been the case.  Dad said he immediately moved into my old
room and began to get his affairs in order.  They had agreed that he should
stay on for a couple weeks so that they could work out the terms of their
separation and divorce.  However, Dad told me that he ended up deciding
that he couldn't stay there anymore.  He told my mom that he was going to
come stay with me for a little while and they could work out the details of
their divorce by phone and mail.

That same night, I sat Dad down on the couch and laid out Peter's idea
about a one-year trial dating period.  We'd continue to have sex, but we'd
live more like roommates than lovers.  We'd sleep in separate bed and each
date other guys.  At first Dad seemed skeptical about the idea, but the
more I talked to him about it and impressed upon him that I thought it
would be a big key to us having a lasting relationship, he agreed to give
it a try.  Of course, that night, we made love.  But starting the next day,
he moved his stuff into my guest bedroom and we began devising a way to
begin living the single life.

As the months rolled by, Dad and I continued to live like
roommates...roommates who had sex with each other several times a month.
We each saw other guys.  Of course, as is the case with any set of
roommates, we developed a schedule to minimize the number of times we'd run
into each other with a date.  It was hard to see Dad with other guys...and
he told me often that he felt the same way about seeing me with other men.
But we both knew what we were doing was the right thing if we were truly
going to be together in the end.

I dated guys from work...even rendezvousing with Peter a couple times.
Work friends also set me up on a several dates.  More than once, Mike, my
married locker room friend from Dad's gym back home was in the city on
business and we would get together for dinner and sex.  It never failed.
Every single guy I went on a date with couldn't believe I lived with my
father.  The phrase 'doesn't he cramp your style when it comes to sex?' was
uttered more times than I can count.  If only they knew that cramping my
sex life was the LAST thing my father did...  Rick even came to visit once.
I have to say, THAT was an awkward visit in more ways than one.  Dad knew
all about Rick and I...and how Rick felt about me.  I could definitely feel
the tension in the air as the two of them shook hands when Rick stopped by
our apartment to pick me up for dinner.  Dinner was awkward because I could
tell that Rick was still holding on to feelings for me...even though I
explained to him my one-year arrangement with Dad.  We did go back to his
hotel room that night after dinner and tried to have sex, but the magic
just wasn't there.  I was worried about leading him on and he knew no
relationship would ever come from us being together that night.  The next
day, he went back home and we decided that, although we still wanted to try
to remain friends, it was best that we not talk to or see each other for
awhile.

Dad dated guys he met at his fitness club and from a "gay retiree" social
organization he joined shortly after moving in with me.  Jim also visited a
few times, giving him and Dad a chance to reconnect.  I knew how special
Jim was to Dad and was no longer jealous of their bond.  In fact, with
Dad's permission, I even spent a night with Jim, fulfilling an unspoken
fantasy both of us had for many years.  Though I suspected Dad had engaged
in his share of threesomes, he and I never got together with Jim at the
same time.  I'm more of a 'one-on-one' kinda guy.  I could tell that Dad
was enjoying his new life as a single gay man.  Though part of me was
nervous that he'd enjoy the single life too much and decide, at the end of
our one-year arrangement, he'd rather continue on as a single man, I was
mostly happy for him.  Truth be told, I was enjoying the opportunity to
engage in an openly gay life that had eluded me since I left home for
college 14 years ago.  Besides, when Dad and I would have our alone time, I
saw in his eyes how much he loved me.  The love between us as he fucked me
or we cuddled in bed on the nights we weren't otherwise occupied told me
that a future with him was still practically a given.

One of the more awkward dates I went on took place near to the end of the
yearlong experiment that Dad and I had undertaken.  Mike was in town for
another business trip.  We went to dinner like usual, but something seemed
'off' with him.  I noticed early on that he wasn't wearing his wedding ring
any longer.  I decided not to say anything right then.  Mike was pretty
open with me.  I was certain he'd bring it up before we parted ways the
next morning.  Mike had told me months earlier that he and his wife weren't
even sleeping in the same bedroom anymore and that he had begun seeing men
and exploring his attraction to other guys in earnest without her
knowledge.  I wondered if she had discovered one of his secret
relationships and was threatening him with an acrimonious divorce.
Surprisingly enough, the subject never came up for the rest of the evening.
Dad was out on his own date, so Mike and I headed back to my apartment for
the rest of the evening.  I intended to ask him about his mood, but
something else 'came up' before I had a chance to broach the subject.
After a particularly passionate round of sucking, fucking, and making out,
we lay side-by-side in my bed, regaining our breath.  Other than my father,
no man could make me feel the way Mike made me feel when we were in bed
together.  As we lay in bed, me stroking his hairy chest as we drifted off
to sleep, I felt content and hoped Mike and I would always stay in touch.

The next morning is when the awkwardness really set in.  After partaking in
some early morning sex, Mike and I were sitting at the dining room table
having a quick breakfast before he had to catch his flight back home, when
he finally brought up why he had been so distracted the night before at
dinner.

"Harry, I've left my wife!" he blurted out all of the sudden.

"Last night at dinner, I saw you weren't wearing your wedding ring
anymore," I admitted.  "What happened?"

"I told you that we've been drifting apart for a long time.  Two weeks ago,
she sat me down and told me that she's met someone she wants to be involved
with.  I have to admit, Harry, I was relieved!  You know how trapped I've
been feeling ever since you and I met in the locker room at the gym that
day."

"So, that's it?  You agreed to part ways?  Is there any bad blood between
the two of you?"

"No.  We've agreed to an amicable divorce...for the sake of us and our
girls.  I told her that I've met someone who I want to be involved with
too."

I got an incredulous look on my face.  "So you lied to her!  I guess
telling her about the parade of guys you've been fucking for almost a year
wouldn't exactly get you that amicable divorce, would it?"

"It wasn't a lie.  I HAVE met someone I want to become involved
with...someone more special to me than the random guys I mess around with."

Inside, I was feeling a little jealous because of the special way Mike made
me feel.  But I was also truly excited for him.  I felt like I had been
with him along the way for the better part of his sexual discovery.  It
gave me a sense of satisfaction to see that he had met a man he wanted to
settle down with.  "Who is this lucky guy?"  Mike looked at me and seemed
to be searching for the right words to say.  His cheeks also started to
turn a shade of deep red.  It was an odd thing to see.  He always came off
as the typical masculine, alpha male...so sure of himself and everything
else in his life.  To see him at a loss for words was rare indeed.  "Come
on, man!  Don't hold out on me.  I'm not going to try and seduce him away
from you!" I needled him.

"I wanted to say something last night at dinner.  But, it didn't seem like
the appropriate conversation to have in the middle of the restaurant.
Then, I wanted to talk about it when we got back here last night.  But we
ended up getting down to doing what we do best with each other.  Now...I
can't get on that plane this morning without telling you."

"What?  Who's this guy that's got you so uncharacteristically nervous and
shy?"  First he averted his eyes, but then quickly returned his gaze to
mine.

"It's you."

"I'm sorry?"  I had heard him as clear as day, but I somehow wasn't able to
process what he had just told me.  Though, other than my father, Mike was
my dream man, I had long ago resigned myself to the fact that we would
never be more than friends with benefits because he was married...and I was
certain he'd never divorce his wife.  And now, I was truly certain that Dad
was the man I wanted to be with...no ifs ands or buts about it.  Mike and I
couldn't possibly have a future together!

"You heard what I said.  Listen, I know this is bad timing."

I mumbled under my breath, "You got THAT right!"

Mike continued, not hearing my last remark.  "You already have a guy you're
seriously interested in.  Plus, you're living with your Dad and helping him
get used to being single again."  He looked around the apartment as if he
was scared Dad was going to appear out of nowhere.  "Thank God he isn't
here to overhear me putting the moves on his son.  He probably wouldn't
appreciate me trying to come between you and your man."

I grinned at him.  "No, he wouldn't at that."  If Mike only knew Dad WAS my
man.  "Mike," I continued.  "You know how I feel about you.  And if we'd
had this conversation about a year ago, things might be very different for
you and I.  But I'm too invested in the man I'm seeing.  I love him too
much to leave him at this point."  I saw a dejected look cross Mike's face.
"Are you and I going to be okay?"

Mike smiled at me, but I could tell he was covering up his feelings.  "Oh
yeah.  Definitely!  I knew it was a long shot, telling you how I feel.  I
care about you a lot, Harry.  I want you to be happy.  If this guy is going
to do that for you, then I'm all for it!"

"Good!  And I want you to know that the guy you DO end up settling down
with is going to be one lucky son of a bitch.  You're everything a guy
looks for in a man.  Still friends?"  I extended my hand to him, but
instead of taking it, he got up from the table, pulled me up to a standing
position, and then hugged me.

"Still friends!"  After a quick friendly kiss, we parted.  "I should go or
I'm going to miss my flight."


"You sure you don't need a ride to the airport?"

"Nah!  I'll just take the subway."  My apartment building was nearest to
the line that ran straight to the airport, so it wouldn't be any problem
for Mike to get there easily.  "Tell your dad I said bye."

"I will.  Call me the next time you're in town?"

"Sure thing!  We'll get together next time."  Mike smiled at me and then
walked out the door.  It was many months before I saw him again.  He never
did call me the next time he was in town on business.  But that's because
both of our lives had changed so much in the meantime.  Mike DID meet
another great guy and their relationship had gotten very serious...but
that's a story for another time.

For the next few weeks, neither Dad nor I spent much time with any other
guys.  Except for the weekend before our 'year-long experiment' was to end,
we mostly kept each other company.  That last weekend, Dad invited Jim up.
I hoped it was so that they could have one last special weekend together
before Dad committed himself to me, but I didn't want to assume anything.

"I'm going to rent a hotel suite for Jim and I.  You can have the apartment
for yourself to have one final tryst before the year is up and we have to
make a decision about us," Dad said to me.

"Actually, I'm not going to see anyone this weekend.  I might just hang out
here and watch movies."

"Really?"  Dad looked a little shocked.


"Yeah.  I have no need to spend time with any of my regular guys."  I
wanted Dad to know what my 'decision about us' already was without
appearing too needy or clingy.

He smiled at me, but played it cool himself.  "Suit yourself!" were his
exact words.

That Saturday, halfway through the day, I had just started watching Indiana
Jones & The Last Crusade.  Not only did I feel a certain kinship with
Harrison Ford, since we have the same first name, but he was also one of my
favorite celebrity fantasies.  What a damn sexy man he was when he was
making those Indiana Jones movies.  He still IS a pretty sexy man, to be
perfectly frank.  I already knew I'd have to wait to see Cowboys And Aliens
until it comes out on DVD.  Fine-ass Daniel Craig and sexy Harrison Ford in
the same movie together?  There was no way I'd be able to sit among other
people and watch it without feeling the overpowering urge to unzip and jack
off right there in the movie theater.  Anyway, Dad unexpectedly walked into
the apartment.

"Forget something?"  I turned momentarily away from the TV to look at him.

"No.  My weekend with Jim is over."  He didn't seem particularly upset.  I
quickly realized that there had to be much more to the story.

"Is everything okay?"  I paused the movie and turned my undivided attention
to him.

"Yeah.  We're both fine.  We had a nice time last night.  But today Jim
told me that he's met a guy and they've been seeing each other for a few
weeks.  I could tell by the way Jim was talking about him that he's fallen
hard for this guy.  I told Jim that I didn't think it was right for he and
I to fool around while his heart is with this new guy.  He agreed, so we
decided to end the weekend early."

"I'm sorry you and Jim couldn't have more time together.  But I'm glad he's
met someone."

"You mean, so he'll stop trying to win me away from you?"  Dad winked at me
to show me he was just teasing me.  He knew I was no longer insecure about
his special connection with Jim.

"I didn't say that!"

"Uh-huh!"  Dad kept grinning at me like the cat that ate the canary.  "So,
would you like some company or do you and Harrison want to be alone?"

I moved over to make some space for him on the couch.  "In this case, three
isn't a crowd!"  Dad sat next to me on the couch and I leaned back against
him so my back was on his chest.  He wrapped his arms around me and that's
how we spent the next two hours.  There was no sex play...just a nice day
on the couch in my man's arms, watching movies together.

The next Friday evening, I came home from a particularly grueling and
stressful day at work greeted by a candlelit dinner for two.  Dad was
dressed up similarly to the way he was on that night over a year ago when
we first had sex.  Even though this dinner was a complete surprise to me, I
was sure he had prepared it with the knowledge that I wouldn't flake out on
him like my mom had that night.  We both knew what this evening was the
culmination of.  But neither of us spoke anything about it...at least not
right away.

After dinner was done, I started to take my dirty dishes to the kitchen.
"Dad, dinner was magnificent!  Thank you for such a wonderful evening."
Dad touched my arm.

"The dishes can wait.  We'll take care of them later.  Let's go sit on the
couch."  I was having the strangest feeling of déjà vu from our first
night together.  After we sat down, Dad continued talking.  "Son, even
though looking back, I now see that this year has been necessary for both
of us, it was the hardest year I've spent in a long time.  It wasn't easy
parading dates in and out of this apartment right in front of you AND
watching you do the same.  I've spent time with many guys over the past
year, but none of them hold a candle to what you and I share.  I've made my
decision.  I want us to stop being roommates, Harry.  I want us to be
lovers...and I want us to be exclusive."  At that moment, my heart jumped
so far into my throat, I thought it might come out of my mouth!  I was
overjoyed to hear those words!  "Though I flatter myself to assume that I
already know your decision, I'd like to hear you say it.  Son, what have
you decided?"

Instead of telling him, I decided to show him.  I leaned forward and
pressed my mouth to his.  He didn't kiss me right away, as if he was
expecting me to actually say to him that I wanted the same thing he did.
But soon enough, he got the picture and began returning my kisses.  After a
make-out session of several minutes, Dad stopped us.

"You never DID actually say what your decision is."

I looked at him and smirked.  "Let's put it this way, Dad.  Last night was
THE last night you'll be spending in your bedroom.  Tonight and every night
from here on out, my bed is going to be OUR bed."

Dad stood up and extended his hand to me, pulling me to my feet.  "Well
then...  Why don't we get to OUR bedroom?"  With that, we began kissing and
undressing each other as we made our way slowly to the bedroom...dropping
clothes in our wake.  When we got to the bedroom door, I saw a familiar
set-up...candles lit and a bowl of strawberries and whipped cream on one of
the nightstands.  On one hand, it was a pretty bold move of him to set this
up in advance.  For all he knew, I could've told him that, even though I
loved him, I wanted to be single.  I turned to look at him.  "The last time
we did this, Harry, you were getting your mother's sloppy seconds.  This
time, it's all for you, Baby.  I love you, Harry."

"I love you too, Tim."  I felt that, in this case, calling him by his name
instead of 'dad' was more appropriate.  I walked to the bed, lay down and
turned on one side to face him.  He stood framed in the doorway,
candlelight flickering across his naked body, with his hard cock pointing
out toward me.  His hair had gone completely gray by now and his chest hair
had started to turn salt and pepper.  But my dad was still the sexiest man
I had ever known.  He followed me to the bed and we spent the whole night
making love.  In fact, we spent most of that weekend in bed together.

From then on, Dad and I were practically inseparable.  Of course, we DID
each lead our own life.  But we were head over heels in love with each
other and fiercely loyal to each other.  To the outside world, we were
still Tim Morris and Harry Morris...father and son.  But inside our
apartment, we shared our lives and our bed.  More than one of our friends
would remark that one of us should move out so that we could both spread
our wings and live our lives.  We would just respond that neither of us
were ready to be 'pushed out of the nest' just yet.

A few times afterward, I did make trips back home to see Mom.  She would
ask how Dad was doing.  At first, it was very awkward.  On the inside, I
wanted to scream out how I had met and was sharing my life with a wonderful
man who loved me.  But I couldn't do that.  It would kill Mom to know that
the man I was in love with was my father and her ex-husband.  Eventually,
Mom met another man...a really good guy named Bill.  She finally retired
from her job and they spend most of their time travelling.  He treats her
well and I can tell that they're both happy together.

Things eventually changed for Dad and I too.  After many years of
pretending that we were just any typical father and son, we were finally
able to live openly as lovers.  After 10 years at the same Jentech office,
I was promoted to head of the R&D department at the company's offices in
New York...about a thousand miles away from where we were currently living.
Dad and I found a nice loft in Greenwich Village within our price range and
immediately put a down-payment on it.  Shortly before Moving Day, we sat
down and decided that, when we got to New York, we'd stop being father and
son.  We would meet new people and make new friends.  It was the perfect
time to 'start over' without the baggage from the past.

When we moved to New York and started becoming involved in the social
scene, we introduced ourselves simply as Tim and Harry, saying we'd been
partners for more than a decade.  Many of our new friends and acquaintances
would remark how closely we resembled each other.  When that happened, one
of us would turn the observation into a joke, diffusing the situation by
saying something like, "You know how they say pets often start to resemble
their owners after awhile?  It works the same way with a gay couple!"

My relationship with Dad didn't start out easy and it hasn't been easy over
the years either.  But after all is said and done, we work through any
problems that may come our way and we love each other more fiercely as each
day goes by.  I'm not going to end this story by saying something cheesy
like, "...and I'd better finish typing this chapter because he's
impatiently waiting for me to join him in bed right now and slide down on
his raging hard-on," But Dad and I are still together today.  We're both
older and he doesn't have quite the sexual stamina that he used to.  But we
love each other with a passion that cannot be matched.  No other man can
make my heart skip a beat just by spooning me in bed and wrapping his arms
around me.  Our love story isn't perfect.  But it turns out that a love
story doesn't have to be perfect to be right...and I found the man who was
perfect for me!



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This truly IS the last chapter of Romantic Evening For Two.
I just want to thank all of you who have sent messages to me over the life
span of this story.  It was my first attempt at writing erotic fiction, so
it's been nice to get any and all feedback...positive remarks as well as
critiques.  I hope all of you have enjoyed reading this story as much as
I've enjoyed writing it.  I intend to write more stories in the future, so
hopefully you'll see me around the archive!  Thanks again!



Copyright Harrison Morris, 2011