Date: Sat, 19 Feb 2011 21:38:03 -0800 (PST) From: Harrison Morris Subject: Romantic Evening For Two, Part 5 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 5 When I woke up and sleepily turned my head to look at the clock on one of the nightstands, I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw it was nearly ten o'clock. Then again, after Harry stormed out of the bedroom last night following our intense lovemaking, I must have tossed and turned for hours before finally being able to drift off to sleep. I reached up and rubbed my eyes, then let my right hand drift down and rub across my hairy chest, tweaking my left nipple. Yesterday morning, I had awakened to my son giving me one of the best blowjobs I had ever had in my life. This morning, there was no such welcome. I felt like the equilibrium of my life was completely out of balance. In the past two days, my life had completely turned upside down. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and sat on the side for a minute, reaching over the pull open the drawer of the nightstand. Inside, lying in the bottom was my wedding band. Harry had put it there the first night we had sex, insisting that I didn't belong to his mom this week. At the time, I thought it was the sexiest thing I'd ever heard. In fact, I still did. My cock twitched just remembering him saying that. But the reality of the situation is that I DO belong to his mother. And in the past two days, I've betrayed her trust and love in some of the most hurtful and destructive ways a man can betray his wife. And yet, a large part of me had absolutely no regrets. I felt like a horny teenager again...and the person who brought those feelings out of me was my own son. Feelings of disgust, desire, sadness, and passion all churned inside me. Last night was one of the best AND worst nights I had experienced in a long time. Harry and I had connected in a way most fathers and sons never do. We had transcended our familial relationship and became lovers in the truest sense of the word. But then we both came crashing down to earth. Harry truly believes that he and I can live not as father and son, but as lovers...AND live a happy life. I love my son. I love him much more than simply as his father. Making love to him these past two days has awakened me to feelings I didn't even know existed within me. But there's no way I can leave his mother to be with him. Too many people would be hurt, not the least of which is Harry himself. No...as far as I'm concerned, what's best for Harry is to start to date and find a man closer to his own age who can make him happy...someone who isn't a relative. For the remainder of the week, it's going to be my job to make him see that that's what's best for him. I picked my wedding band out of the drawer and started to slip it back on my finger when I stopped. Harry wanted me to leave it off while his mother was out of town. I decided I would leave it off for the rest of the week...for my boy. Speaking of... Harry and I needed to finish our discussion from last night. I started to walk out into the hallway when I realized I was still naked...with a throbbing morning hard-on. I decided I should get dressed first. There was no way we'd be able to have a serious conversation with my hard cock as a distraction. I put on shorts and a t-shirt and padded down the hallway to Harry's room. Looking inside, I saw that the bed was made and the room was empty. He must already be downstairs. As I turned around to walk toward the stairs, my cock pulsed in my shorts. As badly as I wanted Harry & me to continue our conversation from last night, I had an almost insatiable hunger to feel his naked body against mine while our tongues wrestled against each other in our mouths. Walking down the stairway, I was starting to worry about how I was going to approach our talk. No doubt he'd still be hurt over the way things turned out last night. Not to mention the fact that I doubted I was going to be able to come across as serious and stern while trying to keep myself from grabbing Harry behind the neck and pulling him into a kiss. After walking through the living room and finding it empty, I made my way into the kitchen and that's when I saw it...a note taped to the side of the coffee maker. I grabbed it and read it... "Dad, I have plans today. I'm not sure when I'll be back, but it'll probably be later in the evening. Have a good day." Short and vague... I started to wonder if he really DID have plans today or if he simply didn't want to have to face me today. The idea that I had hurt my own son so badly didn't sit well with me. Whoever said sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind surely should have added the caveat, "but it doesn't ever feel good." Maybe I'd been TOO cruel to Harry last night in my attempt to steer him toward a more age-appropriate (and non-family member) man to spend his time with. There were other feelings stirring in me too. I was a little peeved that Harry would run out in the middle of a serious conversation. Sure...HE didn't know that we weren't done talking. But all the same, I had more important things to say to my son...and he was going to have to get his ass back here so I could say them to his face NOW! I walked into the dining room and was about to pick my cell phone up off of the table when it began ringing. Hopefully it was Harry! I looked at the display and it was Jim calling. I answered the call. "Jim! What's going on, buddy?" "Hey there, Tim! How's it going?" "Just fine!" "I'm sorry to disturb you. I know you and Harry are bonding this week while Linda's in Seattle." "No worries, man. Harry's out for the day. I'm flying solo right now." "Oh good." Did I detect a little joy in his voice? "I was wondering if you'd like to join me for some breakfast. I'm at that little diner out off of Route 43." "Sure. That sounds like a winner to me. I just woke up about 10 minutes ago. I could use some food. Give me a couple minutes to get dressed and I'll be out the door. I should be there in about 20 minutes." "Great! See you then, stud!" Did I just hear him right? "What did you say, Jim?" There was a little bit of a dead silence on the line. Had I caught Jim in a Freudian slip? "I said, see you then, bud!" "Oh. Okay. Yeah. See you then." I ended the call. My mind started recalling my conversation with Harry last night at dinner. He's convinced that Jim - my best friend of more than 30 years - is not only gay, but has the hots for me. Now, I was hearing things on the phone. I shook my head to get all of those ideas out of my head. Jim certainly isn't hot for me. And if he IS gay, which I doubt, it definitely wouldn't alter our friendship. I headed upstairs to get ready for breakfast...determined not to let anything make me feel weird around Jim. A quick change of clothes later and I was driving down the road toward the diner. I pulled into the parking lot and ended up parking my car right next to Jim's. I found him sitting in a booth at the back of the diner. When he saw me, he smiled and waved me over. After he stood for us to shake hands, we sat down. "I'm glad you could make it, Tim. Getting to see you yesterday at the gym made me realize how much I miss hanging out with you." "I miss getting to hang out with you too, buddy. Having our offices right next door to each other for all those years, we became more like brothers than co-workers. I guess we got used to seeing each other every day. We'll have to make time to see each other more often." "Yeah, definitely." Jim chuckled. I swear I saw him blush a little bit, too. While Jim continued talking about something or other, I looked at him...I mean REALLY looked at him. Given that I had known Jim for so many years, I knew what he looked like. But Harry's perspective on Jim - and my new experiences with gay sex - allowed me to see him through new eyes for the first time. Jim truly was an attractive guy. He wore glasses, but had a chiseled face framed by auburn hair that was starting to gray at the temples. And it was obvious that all of his time staying active with sports and at the gym had done his body good too. I bet he looks good naked too! Suddenly, I gave myself a mental shake. What was I doing?! Just last night, I told Harry that I'm not gay. Now here I was, sitting across from my best friend, imagining what he looked like without any clothes on...not to mention a hard boner beginning to form in my pants! What was happening to me!? Jim's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "Tim? Hello! Are you there?" "Wha...? I'm sorry. What did you say, buddy?" "I asked you if Harry's got any leads on a new job yet. What's wrong with you? You look like you're a million miles away." "I'm sorry, man. I have stuff on my mind." "Do you want to talk about it? I know we haven't seen each other a lot in the past few months, but you know I'm here for you if you need me." "Nah. It's no big deal. We'll talk later. For now, let's eat. I'm starved!" Just then, the waitress came over to take our food orders. As we ate breakfast, our conversation turned to other topics...ranging from politics to sports to the weather and everything else in between. I was able to put my sexual thoughts about Jim out of my mind and I decided that I wouldn't...no, I COULDN'T ever confront him with Harry's beliefs about the nature of his personal life or his possible feelings for me. At one point, glanced down at my watch and did a double-take. "What is it, Tim?" "This can't be right. My watch says it's 1:30. There's no way we've been here for three hours! My watch has to be wrong." Jim looked at his watch too. "Your watch isn't wrong. It really IS 1:30." "We'd better get going. I'm sure you've got somewhere you have to be." I reached for my wallet to put out some money for my part of the bill when Jim held out his hand to stop me. "Wait a minute. What's your rush? I don't have anywhere to be. My schedule's free for the day. Earlier, it clearly looked like something was bothering you. I want you to tell me what's going on." Damnit if Jim wasn't going to press me on this...! "It's really nothing. We can talk about it some other time." "No way, buddy. I remember all those nights you and Linda were there for me right after Audrey died. I was a mess. The two of you consoled me and kept me from going over the edge. When I see something wrong with you, it makes me realize that I have to return the favor for you when something's not right in your life. Now, out with it! What's going on?" I looked into Jim's eyes. He sincerely wanted to be of help to me. Why did that make my stomach do a little flip? I decided that maybe I COULD talk to Jim about what was on my mind. Since we've been friends for so long, I was certain I could bring up the subject without embarrassing him AND be able to keep our friendship intact after I told him that I didn't return his feelings...if he indeed did have feelings for me. "Okay, okay. Quit twisting my arm. I'll tell you what's up. But I'd rather not do it here. It's kind of personal. Would you mind coming back to the house with me?" "Sure. Let's go!" We paid the bill and got into our own cars, Jim following me back to the house. Once we arrived and were inside, I didn't know what to do next. Having these sorts of conversations wasn't exactly my strong suit. So, I said the only thing I could think of to start things out... "Can I offer you anything to drink?" "Uh...no thanks. We just had drinks at the diner. Come on. Quit delaying. What's wrong? You'll feel so much better after you get it off your chest. It always helps!" "Okay. I don't know how to start this conversation off. I'm trying to keep it as embarrassment-free as possible..." Jim laughed slightly. "What's this all about? You and I have been friends for too many years for there to be ANY embarrassment between us...especially after some of the things we've said to each other over the years. I promise you I won't be embarrassed by anything you say." "All right then. Here goes... So, I told you yesterday about how Harry came out to me." "Yeah. I remember." "And, well... You know how they say gay men tend to be able to spot other gay men. I think they call it gaydar..." I couldn't seem to get the rest of the sentence out. What if Harry's wrong? What if Jim really isn't gay? I could be about to open up a Pandora's Box that I really didn't want to open. Unfortunately, I was already beyond the point of no return. "Yeah. I've heard of gaydar. What are you trying to say, Tim?" I took a deep breath and decided it was now or never. If Harry's guess about Jim wasn't right, maybe Jim and I would look back on this conversation and have a good laugh one day. In fact, I started to smile out of awkwardness and even chuckled a little bit, nervously. "You're going to think this is so ridiculous. I can't even believe I'm telling you..." "Tim, will you stop stalling and tell me!?" "All right, all right... Last night at dinner, Harry told me that he thinks you're gay. See? Ridiculous, isn't it?" I looked at Jim's face to see what his reaction was. His eyes were wide and it looked like all of the color was draining from his face. In that moment I knew that Harry was right. Jim quickly regained his composure and brought his eyes to mine. "No, Tim. It's not ridiculous. Harry's right. I AM gay." Jim got up out of the easy chair he was sitting in and walked over to look out the sliding glass door that looked-out into the backyard. Unsure of what he was feeling, I immediately got up off the sofa and walked over to him. I put my right hand on his left shoulder to show him that I supported him. "Hey, buddy. You know that this isn't going to affect our friendship, right? After all these years, you should know that I'm not some narrow-minded, ignorant fool. I'm not going to end our friendship just because you've decided to keep company with other men rather than replace Audrey with another woman." Jim turned to face me, a serious look on his face. "Tim, there's something you don't understand. Actually, there are a lot of things you don't understand. I never wanted to tell you these things, because I didn't want to ruin our friendship. But now that the cat's out of the bag, so to speak, it's time you knew the whole story. Let's sit back down." We returned to where we were each sitting a few moments ago...Jim in the easy chair and me caddy-corner to him on the sofa. "Tim, I want to start off by saying that your acceptance of me means more than you know. You're right. I should've known you well enough to know that you wouldn't end our friendship. And truthfully, that's why I feel like I can tell you the rest. If we truly are friends, then I think you can handle knowing the real me." Now, it was my turn to anticipate just what in the hell Jim was trying to say to me. "What is it that you have to tell me, Jim?" "I haven't turned to men because I don't want to replace Audrey with another woman in my life." "What do you mean?" I still wasn't sure what Jim was getting at. "To put it plainly, I haven't 'turned' gay recently. Tim, I've been a gay man my whole life." I was absolutely dumbfounded. Jim must've seen the shock on my face because he moved over to sit next to me on the couch and put his hand on my shoulder. "I know it's a shock, buddy." "Are you absolutely sure about this, Jim?" The minute the sentence came out of my mouth, I realized how absolutely idiotic it sounded. "Yeah. When anything happens with me, I'm usually the first to know about it." Jim grinned at me. At least he had a sense of humor about it. "What I meant to say is... You were married for over 25 years! I was there when you proposed to Audrey...I was Best Man at your wedding! Now, you're telling me it was all a lie?" Jim looked me in the face and said with a matter-of-fact tone in his voice... "Yes, I am." "You cold-hearted bastard. How could you do that to Audrey? Didn't you love her? How could you marry her, knowing that you'd never be able to love her the way she loved you?" "Now, hold on there, buddy. You need to hear the rest of the story before you start jumping to conclusions and laying blame. I DID love Audrey. She and I were soul-mates." "Soul-mates, my ass!" I interjected. "You let her think she was marrying a man who could love her the way a straight man loves a woman." "No. Audrey & I WERE soul-mates. But we were soul-mates as friends, not lovers. And you're wrong. Audrey DID know exactly who she was marrying." Again, I was dumbfounded. "You mean, she knew you're gay when she married you?" "Yes. You see... Audrey was gay too." Again, I was shocked. Linda & I and been friends with Audrey & Jim for more years than I could count and it turned out that we didn't truly know them at all! Jim continued his story. "You know how things were in those days. Even though it was the days of women's lib and the sexual revolution, it was still a dark age for a gay man and a lesbian. Audrey and I knew each other from volunteer work we were doing together. We'd become close friends and we were both seriously dating special people in our lives. But we knew neither of our families would accept that we were gay...much less approve of bringing our partners home for dinner..." "So you were each others' beard." I interrupted. "Yes. For the sake of our families, we invented the story that we started dating each other...and we would go to family events with each other, as well as concoct stories to tell about dates we'd gone on. Meanwhile, we continued on in our true relationships out of the sight of our families." "I can't believe what I'm hearing. You lied to your families and you put your partners - AND yourselves - through that hardship?" "At the time, everyone involved thought it would work for the best...our partners included. We each loved our partners very much and thought the relationships would last forever. What better way to ensure our secret staying safe than for Audrey and I to get married officially? And we did. Unfortunately, things didn't work out quite as we had planned." "What happened?" "Oh, things worked out fine for a time. We moved into a house for appearances. We worked out a schedule of when we could each entertain our lover. But then, Audrey caught her partner cheating on her after we had been married for a few months. We'd been married about a year when the pressure of my leading a double life took its toll on my partner, Steve. He wanted Audrey & I to end our marriage and for the two of us to take our love public. I just wasn't ready for that. He gave me an ultimatum. And, when I wouldn't give in to what he wanted, he broke it off." "Wait. Your partner, Steve? You mean the guy who was at several dinner parties early on in your marriage. You always used to say you'd been friends with since childhood." "Yeah. That's the guy. I couldn't risk telling you the truth. After that, it took both Audrey & I a long time to bounce back from the heartbreak. By the time we were both ready to open our hearts again to new love, the realization hit that we were married. Neither of us knew how to get out there and meet someone knew while we were trying to keep up the pretense of a marriage." "Why didn't you just get a divorce? Why stay in a marriage when you're both gay?" "To be honest, even though our marriage was a complete facade, it had become comfortable and safe. I think both of us were afraid to leave that security. And afraid of what our friends would think." As Jim said that last line, he looked me in the eyes. "The years moved on and time got away from us. Neither of us ever did find anyone new. But we were each others' constant companion. Tim, she was my best friend...and I know I was hers. When she died, I finally felt like I might try to live my life the way I should've been living it for all of these years...for myself AND her." "So, all of these guys you've been hanging around with to play tennis or golf...that's just been for sex?" "Oh no. We DO play golf and play tennis. But yes...we also have sex. GREAT sex, I might add! But, I shouldn't be talking with you about that..." The image of Jim and some thirty something man all over each other, sweat streaming off their bodies was oddly arousing to me. "Jim, that was an amazing story. I'm sorry that you went through that and I'm sorry that you didn't feel like you could come clean with me until now." "I am too. But I feel better now, having told you. Now, I have something to ask you. A few minutes ago, you said the fact that I'm gay wouldn't change our friendship. Does that fact that I kept it from you all of these years change it?" "Of course not, buddy. You're the same man I became friends with. The qualities that made me want to be your friend are still there. We're good!" I smiled at him. "Great!" He smiled back at me, put his hand on my shoulder, and began rubbing my shoulder and neck. "You're a good man, Tim." I was definitely beginning to react to Jim's touch. I hadn't intended on telling Jim that Harry suspects he's attracted to me. But my growing cock in my pants made me think that maybe I should broach the subject after all. "Jim, buddy... There's one other thing that I want to ask you about." Jim took his hand off of my shoulder and looked at me intently. "Okay. Shoot! And this time, don't be nervous. After the conversation we just had, you can ask me anything." Don't be nervous...yeah right! It's not every day that a man asks his best friend if he's hot for him. "Harry also told me that he thinks you've got the hots for me. I told him I didn't think it was true. I mean, he's not right, is he? You're not attracted to me!" I laughed. But again, it was nervous laughter...not because I thought anything was funny. Jim didn't say anything right away. Oh lord! To say that I'd just opened a Pandora's Box was an understatement. What had I just done!? "Tim... Harry's not wrong about this either. I'm probably making a huge mistake by saying this. But a few minutes ago, I told myself I'd answer anything you might ask me truthfully. So yes... I think you're a very attractive, sexy man...among other, less superficial qualities. I've had feelings for you for many years now. If you were gay, I'd snap you up in a heartbeat. In fact, it's taking me every fiber in my being to restrain myself from leaning over and having my way with you right now." I couldn't believe it. I'm sure my mouth must've been hanging wide open. Harry was right! My best friend wanted to have sex with me. Part of me wanted to tell him to get the hell out of my house. Not because I didn't want to be his friend anymore. No, quite the opposite. The biggest reason is because another part of me wanted things to go further...and I couldn't allow that to happen. I couldn't betray Linda like that...again. I couldn't betray HARRY like that either. Can you believe it? I felt like I would not only be cheating on my wife, but on my son too. But then I thought about it some more. Last night, I told Harry that I'm not gay. After our past two passionate days together, I could see why he'd doubt that. In my mind, it all made sense. If I had sex with Jim and I hated it, it would prove that I certainly wasn't gay! My time with Harry these past two days has been nothing more than a father bonding with his son in a special way. Hell, it might even help me save my marriage! Okay...I know this all sounds like complete hogwash now. But in the moment, it all made perfect sense to me. I decided what I was going to do...for the sake of my marriage and my relationship with Harry. I turned and looked Jim in the eyes. "What if you stopped?" Jim looked confused by my statement. "Stopped? Stopped what?" "What if you stopped restraining yourself?" Jim looked me in the eyes, a serious expression on his face. "Tim, are you sure about this?" I didn't answer him verbally. I leaned toward him on the couch. I think he caught my drift because he met me halfway and our lips crashed against each other in a passionate kiss. For several minutes, we sat there on the couch, making out and exploring each others' bodies with our hands. We would alternate between kissing and licking each others' neck & ears...always finding our way back to each others' mouth. Finally, Jim broke our make-out session. "Mmmmmm... You don't know how long I've wanted to do that with you." "It's not over yet, buddy." I got up off of the couch and held my hand out for him to grab. I took his hand and pulled him to his feet. He stood and put his arms around my waist, gripping my ass and pulling our crotches together. He leaned in and we began kissing again. After a few moments, I ended the kissing. "Why don't we take this party upstairs?" "Why, sir, I thought you'd never ask!" Jim said in his best imitation of Rhett Butler from 'Gone With The Wind'...or maybe he was trying to imitate Scarlett O'Hara. Anyway... Jim gave me a coy smile and we headed upstairs to the bedroom I shared with my wife...the bed I'd shared with Harry since his mother had left town on business. There we stood, in the middle of the room, kissing again. I could tell from the passion of Jim's kisses that he had indeed been waiting for a long time to do this with me. And I have to admit... Though I started out doing this simply to prove to Harry - and myself - that I wasn't gay, I was getting very hot & bothered. Being close to Jim this way was a huge turn on. As he was kissing me, he began unbuttoning my shirt. As he pushed my shirt off of my shoulders, he began kissing and licking his way down my tongue to my hairy chest. "Damn, Tim... I've drooled over this chest for so many years. I never thought I'd ever get a chance to touch it like this," he said as his hands roamed over my pecs and his fingers rubbed & pinched my nipples. "Just keep doing what you're doing, buddy. You're making me feel so damn good!" And he was. The sensations I was getting from Jim's touches were incredible. My hard cock was straining in my slacks. I was beginning to realize that my time with Harry wasn't just a one-off thing. Having sex with other men made me hot! So fucking hot! As Jim began licking my pecs & nipples, his hands began fiddling with my belt buckle. In no time, he had the buckle undone, my pants undone, and my pants & briefs around my ankles in a bunch. I guess he really WAS an expert at getting men out of their pants! After I stepped out of my pants & underwear, Jim looked at me in the eyes intently. The only time he averted his eyes from me was to look down so he could grab my hard cock. As he slowly stroked it, he stared into my eyes and licked his lips. I didn't think it was possible, but my cock grew even harder. There was something incredibly sexy about having my best friend look deep into my eyes with such desire in his own eyes as he stroked my cock. "Jim, you're driving me crazy. Please suck me!" At my request, Jim smirked at me. "I knew I'd have you begging for more." That brought a smile to my face. Jim knelt on the floor and stopped stroking my dick. He began tonguing & sucking on my cock & balls with expert attention. Between him & Harry, I had had the best blowjobs ever over the past two days. Alternating between licking my shaft and sucking on my cock head, Jim was driving me wild. If I didn't stop him soon, he was going to make me cum. And I certainly didn't want that...at least not yet. This had started out as an attempt to prove I wasn't gay. But now I simply wanted this to last as long as possible. I pulled Jim to his feet. "Hold on there, tiger. Let's make this last a little bit longer. I can think of somewhere else I want my load." I put my arms around his waist and rubbed his ass in his slacks to show him what I meant. Jim moaned with pleasure. "Fuck, Tim. I want it there so fucking badly." "Good. Then let's get you out of these clothes, stud." I reached up and started to unbutton his shirt, but he stopped me. "Let me do that, Babe. I have a fantasy. You lie back on the bed and watch me strip for you." I smiled at him and then did as he asked. I sprawled out of the bed, facing him and watched as he seductively unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it off of his shoulders to reveal his hairless chest with a swimmer's build. Jim wasn't overly muscular, but what he DID have was tightly packed. He let his hands rove slowly over his chest, tweaking his nipples and rubbing his abdomen, while giving me a smoldering, seductive look. He moved his hands down and started rubbing the crotch of his pants. I could see the outline of his hard cock forming. For such a thin, tightly muscled guy, Jim sure looked to be packing a weapon in his pants. I was so certain that I wasn't gay, but the anticipation of seeing my best friend's hard cock was making my own cock pulse and throb against my stomach. Just about now, Jim had his pants undone and turned his back to me, seductively pushing his pants & underwear down. He gyrated his hips so that his ass wiggled back and forth. "Fuck, man! You're driving me crazy, Jimmy." Jim turned around with a big smirk on his face. He pushed his pants down and stepped out of them slowly, his eyes locked on mine. My eyes drifted down to his crotch to see his cock jutting out toward me. God, it must've been over eight inches long! "Damn impressive, stud! Come over here and let me get that in my mouth." Jim came over to the bed and knelt on the mattress by my head. He smirked at me again. "If you think you can handle it..." "Oh, I wanna do more than HANDLE it, stud." I reached out and began stroking his shaft with one hand and fondling his balls with the other. I leaned forward and began licking the head of his cock. I started using some of the technique I'd learned with Harry. "Oh fuck, Tim. Where in the hell did you learn to do THAT?!" I certainly wasn't ready to tell him. But I could tell he was pleasantly surprised by the pleasure I was able to give him. After a few more minutes of sucking his cock and stopped and looked up into his eyes. "Enough with the preliminaries, Jim. I want my cock in your ass. You ready for me?" "Fuck yeah, stud! Like you wouldn't believe!" I reached over and pulled a condom and lube out of my nightstand drawer. After putting the condom on and spending a few minutes preparing Jim, I began rubbing my cock head against his eager hole. In no time, I was pushing my cock into him. There we were on the bed, him kneeling in front of me and me fucking my cock in and out of his ass. We both loved every minute of it! We tried a couple different positions too...me laying flat on the bed and him bouncing up and down on my cock, as well as him laying on his back and me pumping in and out of him while looking down into his eyes. I think that was my favorite position. I loved looking into Jim's eyes and seeing the pleasure he was getting from this. Hell, I was getting as much pleasure as he was. I loved every minute of it! I leaned down, not breaking eye contact with him and began kissing him on the mouth. Our tongues were thrusting in and out of each other's mouths as my cock was pistoning in and out of his ass. I licked and kissed down his neck when I began to feel myself going over the edge. I lifted up far enough to shout, "I'm cumming!" then I leaned back down and pressed my mouth to Jim's. At the same time as I felt my cock pulse and begin to fill up the condom in Jim's ass, I felt his body jerk and his own load shoot out and onto my stomach & chest, as well as his own stomach. I collapsed on top of Jim as we both began to try and regain our breath. After a few minutes, I leaned up, kissed him softly and then rolled onto my back next to him. "THAT was incredible!" "You're telling me! Thank you, Tim." I turned to look at Jim. "What do you mean?" "I've wanted this for many years. Thank you for making my dream a reality." He reached over and rubbed the side of my face, then leaned in and kissed me. I rubbed his chest and played with his nipples as we kissed. "You don't have to thank me. I had just as much fun as you did." I smiled at him and then lay back on my back. I DID have fun. I enjoyed the hell out of myself. The realization was beginning to set in that I had lied to Harry last night. I hadn't lied intentionally, but it was a lie just the same. I had just had sex with Jim and loved every minute of it. Hell, it was almost as hot as my sessions with Harry had been. Maybe I AM gay after all. If so, I lied to my own son...and possibly pushed him away. Jim propped himself up on his right arm and looked at me. "What's on your mind, stud?" I knew there was no way I could tell him, so I lied. "Nothing. Just thinking about how great you were." Okay, so it was only a half lie. Jim really had been great. I got up off the bed. "I'll be right back. I've got to take a leak!" I headed out to the hall when I tripped over a carry-on luggage bag in the middle of the hallway. I was absolutely certain that this bag hadn't been there when Jim and I had come to the bedroom. "Fuck!" "What's wrong?" Jim asked as he came to the bedroom doorway. "I just tripped over this bag in the middle of the hallway." I looked down at it and immediately recognized it as Harry's. If this bag hadn't been in the hallway earlier, there was only one way it had gotten there in the meantime. The horror of what that meant quickly swept over me. Jim must've seen the expression on my face change, because he immediately became concerned. "What is it? What's so special about this bag?" "It's Harry's bag...and it wasn't here earlier." Suddenly, Jim understood what I was getting at. "He must've seen us together having sex. Oh, Tim. I'm so sorry. We should've shut the door!" "Should've, could've, would've!" I started pacing back and forth, pushing my fingers through my hair anxiously. Last night, I drove my son away. This afternoon, he came home from whatever he'd been doing all day and seen me having sex with the man I had adamantly said was absolutely not gay the night before. I didn't need Harry to be standing right in front of me to know how incredibly hurt he must be right now. "Hey, buddy. It'll be okay. Harry's gay. He'll understand. He already suspects I'm gay. Sure, he'll be a little upset at you for cheating on his mom. But he loves you. I know that much. He'll get over it and then the two of you will be fine! Don't worry." He rubbed my shoulders to comfort me. Oh how little Jim understood about what was really going on! I hadn't wanted to tell him about any of it. But I needed to unburden myself. Jim had finally trusted me enough to pour his heart out to me earlier today. I had to trust him now. "Jim, you don't understand. Harry IS going to be upset. But he won't be upset because I've hurt his mother. He'll be upset because he's going to be jealous." "Jealous? Why would Harry be jealous?" Jim gasped slightly. "Do you mean to tell me that Harry has a crush on me? You know, yesterday at the gym before you came outside to leave, he started talking to me and for a minute, I thought he might've been about to come on to me. I put that thought right out of my head, though. But it's true isn't it? This is why Harry told you that he thinks I'm gay. He has a crush on me, right? And he'll be jealous because his old man got to me first!" "No no no... Jim, you still don't understand. Harry isn't likely jealous of me. He's probably jealous of you." The full impact of what I was trying to say to Jim finally hit him. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. "You mean, you and Harry have been...?" "For the past two days," I interjected. "Oh wow!" He walked back into the bedroom and sat down on the bed. "This is deep! How did...?" "I had been planning a romantic dinner for Linda and me. She went out of town on business. Harry came home early from a botched date. We had dinner together, drank some liquor... Then, Harry came out to me. One thing led to another and the next thing I knew, we were in bed together." "But Tim...your own son? This makes things SO complicated." "You're telling ME. More than once, I tried to end it...not only for Harry's own sake, but for Linda's. Can you imagine what she'd do if she ever found out!? But, I can't deny the fact that I love being with Harry in that way. Being with him in bed makes me feel...makes me feel like everything's right with the world. Even what you and I just did... I was trying to prove a point. But I ended up proving the opposite." "What are you talking about, Tim?" "Jim, Harry told me last night that he's fallen in love with me and he wants me to leave Linda so he and I can start a life together." "What did you say?" "I told him absolutely not. I love my boy, Jim. I want him to have a shot at a normal life. He needs to find a man closer to his own age and one he isn't related to. I told him as much and said that what we've been doing together has got to stop. He thinks I'm gay and that I'm lying to myself so that I can stay in the comfort of my marriage." "What do you think about that, Tim?" "Last night, I thought he was dead wrong. Even earlier today, I thought he was dead wrong. But after this... After you and I..." "What is it?" "Jim, initially I only had sex with you because I was trying to prove to myself that I'm not gay." I saw a look of hurt cross over Jim's face. "I see..." "I was supposed to hate every minute of it. Then, I could feel better about pushing Harry toward a life with someone more appropriate for him. But...but then we started having sex. And it was so mind-blowingly wonderful. Being with you was so great. I loved it. And I loved it because it was with YOU. A week ago, I could've never imagined myself referring to another man as sexy. But Jim, you're one helluva sexy man and an incredible lover. Jim, I think I'm gay...and I think I've just pushed my son completely out of my life. I don't know which way is up anymore!" Jim, put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me into a hug. "I should feel completely used. But I think I understand what tonight was about for you. And I have to say, you're one incredible lover yourself, Tim, old buddy. You know what else I understand?" "What?" "I understand that you love Harry very much and you need to go out there and find him so you can tell all of this to him instead of telling it to me." "But, Jim. What about everything else? What about Linda? What about a normal life for him? What if we aren't actually in love?" "Tim, you don't have to think about any of that right now. If you're meant to be in love, it'll happen. The rest of the stuff will work itself out. Right now, you need to go get your son and tell him how you feel. You need to bring him back to this bed and make love to him." "So...you understand about Harry and me? You're not sickened by it?" "Tim, I learned a long time ago not to be judgmental of what other people do with their lives. Besides, you're my best friend and I love you. I want you to be happy...you AND Harry. He's like a son to me to, you know..." We both got dressed and I walked Jim downstairs. "Call me if you need me, buddy." "I will, Jim." I leaned in and we kissed softly. "Now remember. When you find Harry, say what's in you mind and on your heart. Don't think about any of the obstacles in your way right now. Everything else will work itself out." "Thanks." Jim opened the door, and then pushed it shut again and turned around. He reached up, rubbed my chest, and then kissed me again. "I love you, Tim Morris." "I love you too, Jim. Thanks for being such a good friend...and a good man." With that, Jim opened the door and left, closing the door behind him. Now, my thoughts turned to locating Harry...and what I was going to say to him when I DID find him. I rushed to my cell phone and brought up his number on speed dial. I let it ring about ten times before it went to voice mail. "Harry, it's Dad. Please call me back when you get this message. I need you to come home right away. We need to talk....NOW!" I had no idea where Harry was. All I could do was sit and wait for him to come home...and hope that it wasn't too late to tell him how I really feel. Copyright Harrison Morris, 2011