Date: Mon, 24 Jan 2011 20:55:20 -0800 (PST) From: Harrison Morris Subject: Romantic Evening For Two, Part 4 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 4 I sat in my parents' living room, waiting for Dad to finish getting ready for dinner at the Fountain Rock. On the way home, Dad said it was a date. I couldn't stop my head from spinning. All of this seemed to be a bit too easy...or was I over thinking things? Just last night, Dad and I had sex for the first time. This morning, he had misgivings about our sexual discovery of each other...but then gave in to his apparent sexual desire for me a short time later, before we left for the gym. Now, we were set to go on a date. Why was this happening so easily? Was it REALLY happening so easily? I knew that I still had a ball of conflicting feelings growing ever larger inside me. The only thing I DIDN'T know was what Dad was feeling about how our relationship had changed in just 24 hours. What did he want our relationship to be like going forward? What about his marriage to my mother? I didn't know what to think or feel. All I knew is that I was going out to the nicest restaurant in our town with my father and I was going to be damned if I was going to let all of my worries ruin the evening for me. When we got home from the gym, we stood in the foyer. Dad turned to put his windbreaker in the hall closet. As he was doing that, I walked up to him, wrapped my arms around him and started rubbing his chest through his t-shirt...kissing the back of his neck lightly and nuzzling my nose in his salt & pepper hair. Dad threw his head back onto my shoulder, took a sharp breath of air and moaned slightly. "Oh Son...that feels so good!" "Yeah, stud?" I replied. "I wanted to do this to you when I passed you on the way out of the locker room. You looked so damn good, standing there bare-ass naked." I kissed & licked my way up his neck to his right cheek. "It's a good thing you were able to restrain yourself. I don't think any of the other guys who were in the locker room at the time would've taken too kindly to two men making out right in front of their very eyes...forget the fact that we're father and son." "I don't know, Dad." I said in between kisses on the side of his neck, while tweaking his left nipple through his t-shirt. "I'd be willing to bet that each of those guys would've started jacking their dicks and more than a few would've joined in the fun." Dad sighed, obviously getting pleasure from the ministrations my tongue, mouth, and hands were performing on his body. "I doubt it, Baby. The clientele of that gym is very heavily suburban married men...not the sort that would be into guy on guy action." My mind immediately flashed back to my encounter in the men's sauna with Mike. I vividly remembered licking the nipples on his hairy chest, kneeling on the sauna floor while sucking his cock, and sharing a passionate kiss with him at the conclusion of our fun...and he was sporting a wedding ring. If Dad only knew the type of clientele his gym REALLY had. "Oh you mean married men like you?" I said in a jesting tone with a smirk on my face. I immediately felt Dad's posture tense and his head came off of my shoulder. Instantly, I knew I'd said the wrong thing. "We'd better stop." "Dad, I'm...." He interrupted me before I could say any more. "Our reservation is in an hour and a half. If we don't start getting ready now, we'll miss it. You'd better head upstairs and jump in the shower." "All right, Dad." I started toward the stairs and turned back to look at him. He was pulling his phone out of the pocket of his windbreaker and already starting to dial. As I continued up the stairs, I heard him begin to talk, obviously leaving a voice mail message for someone. "Linda, it's Tim. I was hoping to get you on the phone. I just...I....I just wanted to tell you that I miss you. I can't wait for you to get home. We...we need to talk...about us...about our marriage." I heard him end the call and then mutter "Damn voice mail." If I didn't know how Dad was feeling about him and me before, I certainly had an idea now that he was trying to reach my mother in Seattle. Truthfully, I felt a little bit of a knot in my stomach. What did this mean for my father & me? That brings us back to the present. I heard the shower still running upstairs as I sat in the living room wearing a nice button-up shirt and khaki pants. Piercing the silence and my own thoughts was the ringing of my cell phone. Grabbing it off of the coffee table, I saw that it was Rob, a friend and ex co-worker of mine. He had left the company we had both worked for to go work for the competition a couple months before I was laid off. I figured I still had a few minutes for a quick chat with Rob before Dad was done getting cleaned-up, so I answered the call. "Rob! Long time, no talk!" "Hey there, Harry! How are things? I heard you left the city after things went south on the job." "Yeah. It's true. I couldn't find work, so I decided to come back home for an extended visit with my family before resuming the job search. Other than that, everything's great. How are things with Jentech? I hear business is better than ever." "It's the truth. They're expanding in a lot of ways. In fact, the expansion is creating tons of new jobs. Actually, that's why I'm calling." "Oh?" "It just so happens that Jentech is in need of two new Project Managers for their Research & Development section." The position I had been laid off from. "I told the supervisor of the R&D section that I happen to know an excellent Project Manager who is in the market for a challenging new position." A new job! My heart skipped a beat. Was this really happening? I didn't want to get ahead of myself, though. "Rob, are you sure this is all legit and above board? I don't want to interview, get the job, accept the position, and relocate back to the city...only to be told a few months later that the job was actually only short-term and they won't need my services any longer." "Harry, I'm telling you. This isn't a short-term position. This is a permanent job with advancement potential. We're friends, right? And you know how highly I thought of you when we worked together. I wouldn't have even bothered calling you about this if I had any hint that the job isn't going to be permanent." "No, you're right, Rob. I'm sorry. I guess being out of work for these few months has made me a little gun-shy about getting optimistic." "Totally understandable, buddy. So, can I tell the R&D supervisor that you're on your way for an interview?" I wanted to say "yes!" before he even finished the sentence. But then I thought of Dad...and what might happen to our newfound relationship if I had to pick-up and move back to the city. He most certainly would want to stay here...especially if he and my mother got their marriage back on track. I think my silence must've told Rob that I was having some misgivings about the whole thing. "Harry, why are you even hesitating here? You don't have a new job already, do you?" "No. No, of course not. Are you kidding? This job would be the perfect opportunity for me, but..." Rob obviously didn't hear me say "but," because he immediately started talking. "Great! I'll call the supervisor and tell him you'll be here tomorrow afternoon to interview. Can't wait to see you, bud!" He ended the call before I had a chance to say anything else. Great! Now what was I going to do? Taking things in a vacuum, this job really WAS the perfect opportunity for me. I needed the work and the money desperately. But I could hardly take the situation in a vacuum, could I? What would Dad say? Shit...I didn't even know what Dad thought about our sexual relationship. For all I know, he'd wish me well on the interview and help me pack my bags if I got the job. I decided that I wouldn't tell him about the interview. I don't know how I planned to pull it off, but I was going to leave early tomorrow morning to drive back to the city...then drive back home. If I got the job, THEN I'd worry about how to break it to Dad. Right now, I just wanted to enjoy the evening with my father...my lover. Suddenly, his voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked up to see Dad standing in front of me, waving his hand in front of my face. "I'm sorry. What?" He smiled at me. "I asked if you were ready to go. Geez, Son. You seemed a million miles away. Is everything okay?" "Oh...yeah. Everything's great. I'm getting ready to go out to dinner with the sexiest man I know. And afterwards, I get to come back home and have him all to myself. How could I be anything BUT great?" I got up off of the couch, walked up to him, and slipped my hands around his waist, facing him. "Good." He looked into my eyes, then leaned down and planted a soft, sweet kiss on my lips. After just a few seconds, we broke the kiss and then headed out the front door...on our way to our dinner date at the Fountain Rock. We arrived at the restaurant within a few minutes of our reservation time and the maitre'd escorted us to our table...in a quiet corner of the place. Because of the decor, we ended up dining in candlelight, which made the whole experience that much more romantic. After seating us and giving us menus, the maitre'd gave us a slight smirk and said, "You gentlemen enjoy your meal," and then touched our shoulders before walking away. "Dad, did you see the way he looked at us?" "No. What's the matter?" "He smirked at us after he gave us our menus. And then giving us that little touch on our shoulders..." "I'm sure he was just trying to make us feel welcome here, Son. What does it matter if he smirked at us or not?" I don't know why it DID matter to me. I decided to make a little joke out of the whole situation. "He was probably just jealous because I bagged myself one damn fine 'Grade A' stud as a date." Now it was Dad's turn to be funny. He glanced around the restaurant, and then looked back at me with a mock clueless look on his face. "Who?" "Oh please, Dad. You know you're a total hottie." "Son, you're too kind. I'll show you just where flattery will get you when we get home later." I pretended to motion for the maitre'd over Dad's shoulder, "Check, please!" We both laughed and I felt some of the tension I'd been feeling because of everything on my mind start to melt away. Our waiter came over to take our drink orders and then filled our glasses with a sweet red wine. Dad took a sip from his glass, looked at me, and smiled. "I know I said this earlier, but I'm really glad you decided to come along to the gym with me today. I could tell Jim was really glad to see you." "Of course, Dad. Jim & Audrey were like second parents to me...and I still think of Jim fondly. He's a good guy. I'm really glad I got a chance to see him too. AND, it felt good to work out a little bit." "I'll bet it did." This time it was Dad's turn to smirk at me. "What's that devilish look on your face supposed to mean?" I said, grinning at him. "You know what I'm talking about. I saw you spent the whole time working out with that guy." "Oh. Jealous, are we?" Part of me kind of wished he would answer the question with a yes. Instead, he just gave me a mock disapproving tilted-head glance and said, "Son..." "Okay... His name's Rick. He's a trainer at the gym. He was in between personal training sessions and offered to work with me for free. He gave me some really good pointers." Dad smirked at me again. "I'll bet he did. And I'm sure one of the pointers he wants to give you is below his waist. I noticed how he was looking at you." Before I could respond, our waiter came back to take our food orders. After we finished, it didn't seem like the right time to pick up that part of the conversation. Since Dad seemed to get some pleasure out of making me squirm about Rick, I decided to shine the light in his eyes about Jim. "All right, Mr. Smirky. Let's see how you like being grilled about guys looking at you." I said, grinning at him. "I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about." "I KNOW you don't know what I'm talking about. But I'm about to tell you. You DO know that Jim has the hots for you, right?" The look on Dad's face was priceless. He looked sort of like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car...his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open slightly. Some of the color even looked like it was draining from your face. "Son, what are you talking about? Jim doesn't feel that way about me. He and I have been friends for more years than I care to remember. He's been a married man. He & Audrey and your mother & I were all friends. No...if Jim felt that way about me, I'd be the first to know about it." "Dad, I saw the two of you together earlier today at the gym. More than once I saw him practically drooling over you. A couple times, I looked over at him spotting you while you were lifting weights and he was staring so hard at your ass, I thought he was going to burn a hole in it." The look on Dad's face changed to what I could only describe at annoyance. What I didn't know is if Dad was annoyed because he thought I was making false accusations about Jim, or if he was annoyed because he already suspects Jim is infatuated with him and didn't want me pestering him about it. "Son, I think you're way off-base about Jim. Just because you're gay, it doesn't mean everyone else is." "Relax, Dad. I don't mean for you to take this conversation so personally. I just wanted to tease you like you were teasing me about Rick. But it doesn't change the fact that Jim IS hot for you." I was going to counteract Dad's 'Jim can't be gay, because he was married' argument by pointing out Dad's own foray into gay sex. But after his reaction earlier today when I said something to the same effect, I decided to leave it unsaid. "It doesn't mean your friendship with him has to change. You two have been friends for this long without him coming on to you." "Of course not. Jim's a friend. Nothing WOULD change between us. And nothing WILL change between us, because he doesn't feel about me that way. Now, I wish you'd let the subject drop." Just then, the waiter brought us our food and then left us to enjoy it. I realized that I was touching a nerve with Dad for some reason, so I decided that I'd let it go...after making one last point. "Okay, Dad. We'll stop talking about this after I say one last thing. Let's take the fact that this is Jim we're talking about out of the equation. If someone told you about a man who is constantly spending time with many different men...and then you were told that he was caught ogling men at the gym. Plus, you found out that he hadn't dated women since his wife died two years ago, what would you think?" "I would think he wasn't ready to move on after the death of his wife, that he was making new friends, and that he was working on enhancing his body and admiring guys who had the build that he wanted to achieve with his body." I grinned at Dad and chuckled. "What?" "Dad, I love you, but you are SO full of shit. You know very well that wouldn't be your first assumption." "Okay. Maybe you're right. But this is Jim we're talking about. The two of us are like brothers. I know him better than anyone else. You're not right about this, Son." "Okay, Dad." I KNEW I was right about Jim. But this evening was supposed to be about Dad and me. I didn't want this conversation to ruin it, so I decided to let the subject drop. Throughout the rest of the evening, Dad and I slipped into easy and light conversation. I made sure to avoid any mention of the job offer. I also had to resist the urge a couple times to bring up the questions that had been racing through my mind for the past day. After sharing a dessert, we were ready to go home. After Dad signed the receipt, he looked up at me. "Son, is everything all right?" "Yeah. Everything's perfect. It's been a wonderful evening. I'm just thinking of what the rest of our evening is going to be like...and looking forward to it VERY much." "Why don't we get out of here so I can get you home and get you to bed?" "I didn't know you were so anxious to get to sleep," I jested as the two of us got up from the table. Dad raised his eyebrows mischievously. "Oh, there won't be any sleep...at least not for a few hours." I noticed a pronounced bulge in the front of Dad's slacks. As we walked toward the front of the restaurant, he carried his coat, folded over his arm, in front of his pants to hide it. At the door, Dad began to put his coat on when the maitre'd saw us. "I trust you gentlemen enjoyed your dinner..." I followed his eyes as they traveled downward and settled on Dad's obscene bulge. "Oh yes. Everything was wonderful," I said. "Yes. And now we can't wait to get back home and work off all of this decadent food we've eaten!" I don't think Dad meant to make that sound as sexual as it came across, but I certainly felt my eyes widen as he said it. And I noticed the maitre'd glance down at the bulge in Dad's pants again. "Well, I certainly hope the both of you have fun doing that." He grinned at us and appeared as if he wanted to say more, but more customers entered and he had to attend to them. "Did you enjoy dinner tonight, Harry?" Dad asked me as we were driving home. "Every moment of it. But truthfully, I'm more looking forward to what will happen when we get back home." Dad smiled. "I am too, Son. I am too..." "Really?" I asked, playfully. "Oh yes." "You are?" I asked, continuing my playful banter with him. "Most definitely, Son." "I'm not sure I believe you. I think I'm going to need some proof." Before Dad could say anything more, I reached over and stuck my hands between his legs, feeling his cock hard in his pants, and began massaging his crotch. That elicited a gasp from him. "Oh fuck, Harry! Oh wow!" "You like, Dad?" "Shit yeah! But you've got to stop. I can't concentrate enough to drive with your hand on my dick like that. I might crash the car!" I removed my hand and heard Dad's breathing begin to return to normal. Dad's right hand was resting on his thigh, so I reached over and grabbed it. I pulled it toward my own crotch and placed it on the outline of my hard cock. His hand grasped my bulge and started playing with it. "Mmmm...you're so hard, Son." "Yeah. Whenever you're around, stud, I have a permanent hard-on." Dad turned and smiled at me, then turned his attention back to the road. Within a few minutes, we pulled into the driveway of the house. Luckily, it was after dark and none of the neighbors were outside. I can't imagine what sort of gossip might have come out of seeing Tim Morris and his son going into the house with big bulges in the crotches of their pants! Once we were inside with the front door shut, it was almost as if someone flipped a switch. We stopped being father and son. We were Tim and Harry...two men so hot for each other that we couldn't even wait until we reached the bedroom. We began kissing each other hungrily...our tongues seeking each other's mouth out. Dad slipped his arm around my waist and pulled my body to his as we kissed. We began grinding our crotches together, feeling our hard cocks press against each other through the fabric of our pants. My hands found Dad's chest and began massaging his muscular pecs through his dress shirt. I began working the buttons of his shirt. I needed my father naked...and I didn't want to wait until we were in the bedroom. As I unbuttoned his shirt buttons, Dad pulled it out of his pants. Once I had pushed the shirt from his shoulders onto the foyer floor, Dad stood in front of me...his hairy, muscular chest in full view. "Damn, you are one sexy man." I leaned in and kissed Dad on the mouth again, but didn't linger there. I worked my way down the side of his neck, eliciting moans of pleasure, which only continued as I kissed and licked my way down his chest and across his pecs. I made my way to his right nipple...kissing, licking, and gently nibbling on it. As I glanced upward, I saw Dad had thrown his head back. I knew he was enjoying what I was doing to him. I let my hands roam downward and began unbuckling the belt of his pants. Once that was open, I unbuttoned and unzipped them. I was about to push them down along with his underwear, but Dad beat me to the punch. In one fell swoop, Dad had pushed his pants & underwear down to his ankles and was in the process of stepping out of them. He stood back and gave me a full view of his naked body...his hard cock jutting upward and swinging back and forth seductively. He had the biggest shit-eating grin on his face. "Come and get it, Baby Boy." Hey...he didn't have to tell ME twice! In an instant, I was on my knees on the floor of the foyer of my parents' house. I took my father's throbbing cock in my hand and began jacking him slowly as I leaned in and licked on his hefty balls. I took each one in my mouth separately and tongued it. Then, I licked and kissed my way up the shaft of Dad's cock to his head. He was already starting to ooze precum, which I took on my tongue gladly! As I swirled my tongue around the cock head, I flicked it along the sensitive underside where the head meets the shaft. This seemed to drive Dad over the moon. After only a few moments of me doing that, Dad stopped me. "You've got to stop that. You had me ready to cum...and I don't want this to be over yet." I laughed playfully. "Neither do I, stud. I plan on keeping you up until morning!" After hearing me say that, Dad looked into my eyes with what I can only describe as a hunger for sex and love. He pushed me against the wall of the foyer and leaned in to kiss me passionately. He started trying to unbutton the buttons on my shirt, but seemed to be having trouble. "Here, let me help." "No, I've got it, Baby." He was still having problems with the buttons. I was about to offer again to help when Dad took matters into his own hands. He grabbed my shirt near the top and ripped it open, buttons flying everywhere. He pushed the shirt from my shoulders and began kissing me again...his tongue pushing its way into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around his naked back and began rubbing it, cupping his ass as he kissed me with vigor. After a few minutes of intense kissing, Dad backed away from me. I took the time to undo and remove my pants & underwear. Now, we were both naked and looking at each other with desire. Dad reached for me and grabbed me around the waist. "Come on. Let's take this upstairs!" "Anything you say, Dad!" We made our way to the stairs with our arms wrapped around each other's waists. I took my other free hand and went back to jacking his cock as we walked up the stairs and into my parents' bedroom. "Lay down on the bed, boy," Dad said. It wasn't an order, but the way he said it made me know that he had something in mind. I did as he asked and looked over at him. He was standing in the middle of the room, his eyes looking into mine. His hairy chest heaved as he took a deep breath. His cock continued to move on its own, making me anxious to have it in my mouth again. Dad walked to the bed slowly and seductively, first kneeling, and then straddling my body. He lowered himself down so that he was lying on top of me. Next, he kissed me softly. Of course, I returned the favor gladly. Our sensual make-out session went on for a few more minutes until Dad began to kiss his way down my body as I had done to him down in the foyer. He continued kissing his way down my body until he reached my hard cock. Earlier this morning, I had given them the 'you don't have to do this if you don't want to' speech. Tonight, that wouldn't happen. I wanted my cock in his mouth and I wanted it bad! Dad began licking my cock much like I had done to him earlier. I guess he still hadn't formed a technique of his own. If I had anything to say about it, he'd have enough practice this week that he'd have his own cocksucking technique down pat! He licked and sucked my cock into his mouth. I wouldn't call it an EXPERT blow job. But considering his experience level with this and just the fact that it was my sexy father doing it to me, I found it to be a mind-blowingly wonderful experience. After a few minutes of giving me oral attention, Dad let my dripping cock slip from his mouth and then looked up my body into my eyes. He climbed up the bed, kissing his way up my torso to my chest...kissing and licking my neck until he reached my mouth. Our lips crashed together and his tongue slipped into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around his back and pulled him down to me, feeling our hard cocks pulse between our bodies. Dad kissed down my chin and back to my earlobe. I whispered in his ear what I most wanted him to do. "Dad, I want you to fuck me." "Are you sure, Baby?" Dad whispered back. "Yes. I'm sure. Make love to me, Dad." He rose up until he was kneeling between my legs at the foot of the bed. "Harry, get up on all fours." I realized what he was going to do, but it shocked the hell out of me. Only last night he seemed repulsed at the idea that one might enjoy the taste of cum. Now, he was going to do this?! "Dad, are you sure you want to do this? You don't have to, you know." Dad looked at me and nodded his head slightly. "I want to." Looking into his eyes, I saw that Dad wasn't going to do this to please me. He really wanted to do it. I rose up on the bed and flipped over on all fours, my ass pointed upward. Surprisingly, there was no hesitation. Dad massaged my ass cheeks, spread them apart, and then leaned down to go to work on my hole. He alternated between blowing on it, licking it, and simply kissing it. For a man who claimed to never have had sex with another man before, Dad certainly knew how to give a good rim job. Then again, eating ass probably wasn't all that different from eating pussy. Ew! THAT image needs to be deleted from my mind! Why did I have to go THERE?! "Fuck, Dad! Your tongue is amazing!" He had me gasping and wriggling in pleasure. Dad stopped his oral ministrations on my ass. "Son, are you ready for me?" I knew what he meant. "For longer than you know. Are YOU ready?" I turned to look at him. He had the sexiest grin on his face and his rock hard cock stuck out and up proudly. He playfully jerked his hips from side to side, making his cock flop back and forth. "OH YEAH, Baby. I'm MORE than ready. Open the drawer in the nightstand and grab a condom and some lube." "Dad, I don't think we need to use a condom. I haven't had sex with anyone in years...and I'm sure you haven't either." "I know. I trust you, Harry. But it's important to be safe." I did as he asked. After slipping the condom onto his hard cock, he put a light coating of lube on the condom. "How do you want me, Baby?" I smirked at him. "Any way you want to give it to me, Daddy!" Did I really just call him "daddy?" For some reason, saying that word made my cock jump. I decided to be a little more decisive. "On second thought, on my back. I want to look at your face while you make love to me." "You got it, boy!" he said in a husky, sexy tone. I rolled over on my back and looked at my dad's sexy, chiseled face as he rubbed his cock head back and forth over my asshole. Eventually, he began to stick the head in. Surprisingly, it was fairly smooth sailing. "Son, I'm going to start to push now. Are you okay?" "Okay? I'm terrific, stud! Now shut up and fuck me!" Dad grinned at me and began to push his hips forward. THAT'S when things started to get a little uncomfortable. He could tell by the expression on my face that I wasn't exactly pain-free. "Harry, do you want me to stop?" He got a look of concern on his face. "No way! Keep on going! I'll be fine." He slowly pushed in farther and after taking things slowly, he was inside me all the way. "Are you okay, Son?" I reached up and rubbed his hairy chest with my hands, tweaking both of his nipples, making his cock throb inside me. "Yeah. It hurts a little, but I'm okay. Let's stay like this for a minute until the pain goes away." "You got it, Baby." Dad smiled at me, then leaned down. I rose up to meet him part of the way and we began kissing softly. After a couple minutes of kissing, my ass had adjusted to having Dad's cock inside it. The pain had subsided and I was ready for him to fuck me. "Dad, I'm ready. Please make love to me." "Are you sure, Harry?" "Definitely." Dad kissed me one last time, then raised himself up and began pumping his hips back and forth slowly. The feelings that were being stirred inside of me were indescribable. The only words that come close are intensely pleasurable. Dad's cock must've been massaging my prostate, because with every increasingly faster thrust, my whole body shuddered. Just the fact that we were looking into each other's eyes as he was fucking me magnified every single feeling for me. After a few minutes, sweat began to form on Dad's chest and forehead. Just by looking at the expression on his face, I could tell that he was getting close to cumming. "Dad, it's okay. Shoot it. I want you to cum." As if my permission was all he needed, Dad gave one final thrust into my ass and then began moaning. I could feel his cock throb and expand. Even though he wore a condom, I could feel his cock expelling numerous jets of cum into it. Dad continued to thrust slowly and softly as he lowered himself down to kiss me. As we kissed, I felt my own cock swell...and without even being touched, I started cumming between our bodies, coating both of our stomachs with my cum. We lay like that for a long while...him on top of me, the two of us kissing...alternating between passionate kisses and soft kisses. My hands roamed up and down his back, cupping his ass from time to time as we came down from the height of sexual passion. Dad broke our extended make-out session and rolled over on his back, taking in a deep breath of air. I propped myself up on my left arm and looked at him. "Are you all right?" Dad turned his head to look at me. "Son, I'm better than I've been in a long time. That was truly amazing. Your ass was incredible!" I chuckled at him and I'm sure I was probably blushing. "No, Dad. YOU were incredible. Fucking isn't exactly my favorite thing when it comes to sex, but after THAT, I think I could learn to LOVE it!" Dad grinned at me. "So, the old man still knows how to satisfy a lover, huh?" I reached over and rubbed his chest. "Oh yeah! 'Satisfy' is an understatement!" Dad laid his right arm across the pillows, wordlessly inviting me to snuggle next to him. I lay my head on his right pec and Dad brought his right arm up and over my body. This truly had been the perfect evening. The passion with which Dad & I had just made love seemed to wash away any doubt as to how he felt about me and the new sexual aspect of our relationship. I lay there with his arm around me, stroking his hairy left pec with my hand. After awhile, Dad turned his head, kissed me on the forehead and looked down. "Harry, what are you thinking about?" Those words echoed in my head. All of the thoughts that had been running through my head ever since Dad & I first had sex had melted away during our love making tonight. In an instant, I had decided that I wouldn't even talk with Dad about our relationship. In my head, this is how I figured things would play out. I would go on the job interview tomorrow. If I was offered the job, I would simply turn it down and begin looking for opportunities closer to home...and Dad. Sure, I'd have to take less money. But I'd be closer to my man. Then, when Mom got back from Seattle, she and Dad would have a serious conversation about their marriage. Of course, it would devastate her to know that her husband had fallen in love with their son, so Dad wouldn't tell her that. He would simply tell her that the two of them had grown apart in recent years and the time had come to go their separate ways. Dad would move out on his own. I would move in with him, telling Mom that I think Dad needed me around more than she did. Everything would work out. The love I felt from Dad tonight assured me of that. That's why I had no qualms with answering his question honestly. "I'm just thinking about how much I love you, Dad." His arm that was draped over my body squeezed me tighter. "I love you too, Son." He tilted his head down and our mouths met, kissing each other softly as I brought my right arm up to caress the left side of his face. "Thank you for the past two days. I never knew this side of me existed. I never knew I could feel such intense passion...and I never knew it could be with another man." "Dad, these past two days have been wonderful for me too. I can't wait to see what's next for us." I stroked his pec some more and tweaked his left nipple. Dad raised his head off of the pillow and looked down at me with a semi-confused expression on his face. "What do you mean?" "I mean, I'm looking forward to seeing where our relationship goes from here. That's all." I reached up to touch his face again and tried to lean up for a kiss, but Dad moved his face away. "Son, I think you have the wrong idea about you and me. These past two days have been wonderful. I feel more bonded with you than I ever thought possible. But you have to know that what's happened so far and what might happen the rest of the week can't continue." In that moment, I think I felt my heart drop down to my ankles. "But, Dad..." Dad interrupted me. "Harry, I'm married to your mother. We've had a long and happy marriage. I can't go behind her back and continue to cheat on her with her own son...MY own son." "Then don't cheat on her, Dad." "What are you saying, Son? You surely don't mean you think I should leave your mother." "Why not?" I noticed Dad's eyes widen at my apparent callousness. "Look, Dad. I love Mom. I love her VERY much. But, in the short amount of time I've been back home, even I can tell that the two of you don't have much of a marriage any longer. Are either of you even happy anymore? What's to make you stay?" "It's not that simple, Son. I'm 56 years old. I'm too old to start over fresh. To be out there in the dating scene at THIS age..." At that, I sat up in bed and scooted away from Dad so I could look at him fully. "Start over fresh? Why would you have to do that? Why would you have to be on the dating scene again? You have me. We could move in together. We could have a life..." Dad got up out of bed and walked over to stand by the bedroom window. "No! Absolutely not!" "Why not?" I walked over to him and put my hand on his shoulder. God, even in the midst of this intense conversation, I couldn't help but marvel at how damn sexy my father and his body were. "We just got finished saying how much we love each other." Dad turned to face me. "Son, I'm not like you. I'm not gay. I'm not going to leave your mother to go off and 'play house' with some man!" Dad's words and the way he said them cut straight to the bone. He wouldn't be going off to play house with just some man. He knew that very well. It was almost like he was purposely trying to hurt me. I wasn't going to let him do it. "Dad, let's get real. Aside from some nerves on your part, you haven't been an unwilling participant in anything we've done in the past two days. The way you've touched me, kissed me, and reacted to my touches & kisses...I know that's real. The way you fucked me earlier...and the look of love on your face and in your eyes... You can tell me that you're not like me...and maybe you can even delude yourself into believing it by saying you've been married to a woman for the past 35 years. But if you really AREN'T like me, there's no way you things that have happened between us so far this week would've been intense as they have been." Dad looked me in the eyes. It was hard to read what he was thinking. After the roller coaster of emotions & thoughts that have run through my head so far, I didn't even want to try to read his thoughts. "Son, even if you're right - and I'm not saying you are... But even if you are, things between us CANNOT go on after this week. Aside from your mother, I have to think about what's best for you too." I started to speak, but Dad held his hand up. "Before you say it, I want you to listen to me and think for a moment. From everything that you've said, I realize that you've had these feelings for me for several years now. You're somehow realizing a fantasy that you've had for a long time. But Son, that's just what it is...a fantasy. You need to get out there and date. You need to get out there and find the man who's going to be perfect for you. I can tell you as sure as I'm standing here naked in front of you, that man isn't me." "Dad, why did you take me on a date tonight? I mean, you could've just called it dinner, but you didn't. When I asked you specifically if it was a date, you told me yes." Now, it was my turn to hold my hand up to stop him from speaking. "I'll tell you why. As much as you try to fight it, you feel something for me. I saw it in your eyes earlier when you were fucking me. It's more than the normal love between a father and son. You aren't my fantasy man, Dad. You're the man who's perfect for me. Don't be afraid of the future. Just take the next step and we can have a life together. I'll be right by your side, holding your hand the whole way." For emphasis, I tried to reach out for his hand, but he slipped it away from me. "I'm sorry, Son. I just can't." He turned away from me to look out the window once again. I felt my heart breaking. I had been so sure that Dad and I were on our way to spending the rest of our lives together...waking up in each other's arms, making love late into the night...sharing our lives. Could I really have been so wrong about all of it? I felt tears starting to well up in my eyes. I didn't want Dad to see me cry or know that he'd made me cry, so I turned and started to walk out of the room. Dad turned back to me. "Where are you going, Son?" Without turning around, I stopped in my tracks. "I think it's best if I spend the rest of the night in my room." With that, I left him there...standing by his bedroom window. All of the plans I'd been foolish enough to make in my head were shattered. I closed the door to my bedroom and flopped down on my bed. Tears started to flow out of my eyes uncontrollably. I was a complete mess! I don't know how I was going to be able to drive all the way to the city tomorrow and pull off a job interview. But I knew I absolutely had to do it. Maybe it was anger and hurt talking, but in that moment, I vowed to do everything in my power to get that job at Jentech and leave my parents behind. Copyright Harrison Morris, 2010 AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks once again to all of you who have written with such wonderful comments about this series. I'm glad to know that so many of you are enjoying it so far. And rest assured. Even if it takes a few weeks in between updates, I plan to see it through to the very end.