Date: Sun, 13 Mar 2011 15:14:02 -0700 (PDT) From: Harrison Morris Subject: Romantic Evening For Two, Part 6 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 6 It was 8:30 in the morning when I had finally gotten myself cleaned-up and ready to go to the interview in the city. I prepared to leave my bedroom, dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, carrying my suit with me in one of those hanging bags. My scheduled interview time was right at Noon. I figured I'd allow for three to three and a half hours driving time...and then I'd stop somewhere nearby to change into the suit for the interview. I sure hope I'll be able to pull this thing off. I was definitely not feeling my best today...and I could only imagine how I must look, even though I washed my face and shaved. I had anything but a restful night's sleep last night. With everything on my mind, how could I? The night before, after making love with and feeling connected to my dad so beautifully, we had a terrible argument. It ended with Dad proclaiming he's not gay and would never leave Mom to be with me...and me storming out of his room to spend the night in my own bed. I'm one of those people that, when something upsets me, it's all I can think about...and I keep thinking "What if I'd done 'A'?...Then 'B' might have happened. But what if I did 'C' instead? Then 'D' might have happened." Usually, I can catch myself if I get into that pattern and stop myself from doing it. Last night, I was in no mood to stop. All I could think about is how I could have handled last night differently...how I could have kept Dad from ending our relationship. The other day, when he experienced to reservations about our sexual activities, he abruptly changed his mind and rendezvoused with me in the shower...one of the sexiest things a man has ever done with me. This time, I knew that wouldn't happen. I must have tossed and turned for hours before finally falling asleep. The way I felt right now, I'd be lucky if I didn't fall asleep during the interview. I grabbed all of my things off my bed, looked at myself in the mirror one last time, took a deep breath, and then walked out into the hallway. I passed my parents' bedroom on my way to the stairs and saw my dad lying on his back on the bed with his right arm above his head and his left arm draped over his chest. I wanted to go in there and give his nipple a tweak, but I had to restrain myself from doing that. I had no time to spare and, if he should wake up, I wasn't sure I was ready to face him. Plus, how would I explain leaving so early with a business suit? I went downstairs and wrote Dad a note so he wouldn't worry. I started out writing a long note, telling him about the interview. But mid-way through the note, I decided I didn't owe him any explanation. If he didn't care about me enough to want to continue to explore a relationship with me, he didn't need to know what I was doing with myself today. I crumbled up the note and threw it in the trash can. Instead, I wrote a shorter note. "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." I taped it to the side of the coffee maker and then hit the road. While I was driving, I had a lot of time to reflect on everything that had happened between Dad and I over the past couple of days. I thought about all of the amazing sex we'd had and how connected we seemed to be to each other. As hurt as I was by how he reacted last night when I basically told him that I was in love with him, it occurred to me that maybe Dad truly was scared. If, as he has said repeatedly, he'd never had any feelings toward men until just a few days ago, it's a scary prospect to experience those feelings for the first time. I remember how I felt when I first realized that I was gay. There was a certain amount of fear there. Couple that with the fact that the guy who has brought these feelings out is his own son...AND he's a married man...no wonder Dad is fighting his feelings. I decided that when I got home after the interview, I'd sit down with Dad and try to talk things out with him. I wasn't yet sure how I would reassure him that we could take things slowly, but I knew we needed to talk more. After I came to that decision, I started to feel a whole lot better. I plugged my mp3 player into the car, turned up the volume on the stereo and decided to burn off some tension by singing along to my favorite songs at the top of my lungs. Blowing off steam sure helped pass the time! Before I knew it, I was back in the city and pulling up to Jentech headquarters. I looked at the clock in the car and it was 11:15. I had about 45 minutes to kill, so I found a public bathroom in the lobby of the building and changed into my interview clothes. After checking-in with the receptionist, I decided to have a seat in the lobby and wait to be called for the interview. I had only been sitting there for a few minutes when Rob passed through the lobby. When he saw me, he immediately came over. "Harry! Hey, man! It's so good to see you!" I stood up and we shook hands. "Good to see you too, Rob!" "So, what time is your interview?" "They're supposed to be seeing me at Noon." Rob looked at his watch. "Then they should be calling you in fairly soon. I'm glad I ran into you! I have to get back to my office, but a few of us are going out to lunch around one o'clock. Do you want to join us?" "It sounds good. But I really should get back home..." "Come on, man! We haven't seen each other in months! It'll be good to catch up. Besides, it'll be good to get to know some of the people you'll be working with." Rob was always great at networking...or, as I like to call it, "kissing ass." I was never any good at networking, but Rob always used to help me out with making worthwhile work connections when we worked together before. "Rob, I don't have the job yet. I'm sure all the other candidates are just as qualified as me...if not MORE qualified." "Don't talk like that Harry! Trust me, the job is yours!" Rob winked at me. I didn't like the sound and look of that. I hope nothing 'below board' was done behind the scenes. Sure, I desperately needed a job. But I wanted to get it honestly, not because someone is doing me a favor. Rob continued talking. "Anyway, another reason for you to tag along at lunch is that a couple of the guys are right up your alley, if you know what I mean..." Rob knows I'm gay. And, although he's not gay himself, he was always open to having frank discussions about sex. I could hardly tell him that I had already found the potential man of my dreams, considering that it was my own father. That, I'm sure Rob wouldn't quite understand, so I decided to play along. "Okay. You talked me into it, dude. I'll go to lunch with you!" "Great! I'll meet you back here at 1:00! See you then!" Rob walked off. Just a few moments later a friendly-looking middle-aged woman came out and called my name. I followed her back into a board room where she and two attractive men began interviewing me. I found out that the woman was named Tina and, if I got the job, she'd be my direct supervisor. One of the men at the table, Brock, introduced himself as Tina's supervisor. When I shook his hand, he smiled at me. I looked into his blue eyes, framed by blond hair and fell in lust right away. He looked to be in his late 30s and in pretty good shape. If I got the job, I probably wouldn't be working closely with Brock at all, but I remember thinking that I wouldn't be the least bit disappointed if I had to work with him. The other man at the table wasn't as attractive as Brock, but was a very nice guy. He looked to be in his early 60s and was slender. As he shook my hand, he introduced himself to me as Peter and told me that he was the Director of the Research & Development section of Jentech. In other words, he's Brock's boss. Throughout the interview process, Tina, Brock, & Peter each asked me several questions. You know...the typical questions you get asked during this sort of thing... 'What do you think you can bring to this job?' 'What caused you to leave your last job?' 'What are your strengths & weaknesses?' et cetera... Of course, I answered the question about weaknesses honestly. I've been on enough interviews and gotten enough feedback to know that prospective employers actually LIKE it when a job candidate can speak openly about their flaws. Another interesting perk of the job, I learned, was that whoever got the job would be supplied with a fully-furnished two-bedroom apartment in one of the more upscale parts of the city. A few times during the interview, I would glance at Peter and I could swear I noticed him looking at me oddly. I tried not to let it get to me, because I didn't want him to throw me off my game. But I couldn't help but wonder why he was looking at me the way he was. At the end, Tina asked me if I had any questions to ask of them. Rob had told me that the job definitely wasn't temporary, but I wanted to hear it from their mouths. Peter piped up right away and said that, of course they couldn't predict what the future would hold for Jentech and how that future would affect employment within the company...but as of this very moment, the job I was interviewing for was a permanent position with no planned termination date. The answer satisfied me, so the interview was over. I stood and shook hands with Tina, Brock, & Peter and thanked them for taking the time to meet with me. Brock told me that they'd be in touch with me soon to tell me whether or not I had the job. As I walked back into the lobby, I was feeling pretty good about my chances of getting the job. I looked at my watch and noticed that I still had about 15 minutes to kill until I had to meet Rob & the others for lunch. I headed off to the restroom to relieve my bladder. As I was standing at the urinal, I heard the door open and footsteps. Although there were five urinals in the restroom, the person came up and stood at the one directly next to me. Out of the corner of my eye, I looked and saw that it was Peter. He turned to look at me. "It's probably improper for me to say this to you, Harry. But I just wanted to tell you that you did a great job just now. All three of us really like you." "Thanks so much, Peter. I'm glad to know that I interviewed well." I felt a little awkward standing there. Not because I shouldn't be talking to Peter about the job until a final decision is made. I've just never been one to carry on a conversation in a public restroom while I'm trying to relieve myself. I was trying to regain my composure and finish up when Peter sighed heavily and said something completely out of left field. "There's no way I'm going to be able to take a piss now!" Being careful not to completely turn my head to face him, I reacted to his odd statement. "Is something wrong?" "No. Not at all. I'm just not going to be able to piss while I have this raging hard on. I had it during the whole interview." Now, it became crystal clear to me what those looks from Peter during the interview were all about. "Can you think of any way we might be able to make it go down?" Peter turned to face me. Unable to help myself, I finished my business and turned to look at him. For a man of his age, his cock was an impressive sight. It was sticking straight up in the air. It wasn't especially long, but it had a lot of girth to it. Inadvertently, I licked my lips. "You like that, son? Why don't you reach out and feel it?" There was something about Peter and his cock that had me completely entranced. I don't know if it was the confidence or swagger he seemed to possess or if it was that knowledge that he was the head of the R&D department and an authority figure in the company...but he had me completely under his spell. I reached out and began feeling his cock, rubbing it from base to head, as well as feeling his hefty balls in my hand. At the same time, I began thinking about Dad and how I wish it was HIS cock I was fondling right now. What was I doing? I can't do this! I immediately took my hand off of Peter's cock. "Peter, I'm sorry. I can't do this." "What's wrong, son? I thought you liked my fat cock. I'm not wrong, am I?" "No. You're not. Your cock is fuckin' hot! But... I have someone at home. I don't feel right doing this with you." "Harry, a little hand job action...even a little oral isn't considered cheating in my book. But, I respect your boundaries." He didn't make a move to zip up and his cock seemed to stay just as hard as it had been a few moments ago. "I hate to ask this, Peter, but I have to. This isn't going to affect my chances of getting the job, is it?" He chuckled slightly. "I'd be lying if I said my ego wasn't a little bruised. But other than that, no. You're still very much in the running for the Project Manager position." What a relief! Peter reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a business card. "If you ever change your mind about having some fun, give me a call. Otherwise, I look forward to seeing you again soon." "Thanks Peter. I'll talk with you later." I zipped up and walked over to the sink. After washing my hands and drying them, I turned to leave and ran into Brock, on his way into the restroom. "Hi there, Harry. Great job on the interview! I think we're going to be seeing more of you around here!" "Thanks, Brock. I hope so!" I had to wonder how I would've reacted if Brock had been the one propositioning me and not Peter. Before I walked out the door, I heard Brock & Peter greeting each other. "Hey there, Peter." "Hi Brock." Then I swear I heard a sound that reminded me of kissing. What I heard next made me certain that it was kissing I'd heard. "Brock, Daddy's horny." "I see that. Let's move this into one of the stalls and I'll see if I can help you out." I decided to give them their privacy. As I walked back into the lobby, I thought how working here at Jentech would definitely be an interesting adventure. Just a few minutes later, I was off to lunch with Rob and a few of my potential co-workers. Rob and I had a chance to get caught up with each other. It turns out he's just about to pop the question to his girlfriend of umpteen years. I remember starting work with him at my other job at least ten years ago and they'd been seeing each other for several years then. It was about time he let her make an honest man out of him. And Rob was right. A couple of the guys who joined us for lunch were good-looking. All in all, everyone who went to lunch was nice. If I was lucky enough to be offered the job, I felt like I'd fit in nicely at Jentech. After lunch ended and we got back to the office, Rob & I parted ways in the lobby. "Harry, it was really good to see you. I'm sure we'll be seeing each other every day again before long!" He smiled at me. "I sure hope so. Everyone seems so nice. I'd enjoy working here." "I'd better get back to my office. Tell your parents hi for me." "Will do! See you later Rob!" With my hanging bag in hand, I made my way back into the restroom to change out of my suit and into the clothes I wore on the drive up here. In just a few short minutes, I was directing my car back onto the highway for the drive back to my parents' house, noticing on the clock that it was already 2:30. I figured that would probably put my back home at around 5:30. For most of the drive back, I had managed to keep my situation with Dad out of my mind, though I knew another intense conversation with him awaited me when I got back home. However, what happened next put Dad back in the forefront of my mind. My cell phone rang. I clipped my bluetooh piece to my ear and answered the call. "Hello. Harry Morris here." "Harry, hi. It's Tina from Jentech." "Tina! Hi!" I'm hearing from them already? This can't be good... "Harry, I have some news for you." "Okay..." My stomach was churning quite a bit now. Had both Peter & Brock been blowing smoke up my ass? Maybe I completely bombed the interview and Tina was calling to tell me that they weren't going to offer the job to me? I wondered if I should pull off to the side of the road so I didn't crash my car. "As you know, we interviewed you today for one of two Project Manager openings we have on the Jentech Research & Development team. I'm calling you now to say that, after interviewing you today, Peter, Brock, & I agree that you'd be a real asset to our company and we'd like to offer you a position." I was speechless. Maybe I SHOULD have pulled off to the side of the road. I felt like jumping for joy!...except I was behind the wheel of a car. "Harry, are you there?" I snapped out of my speechless date. "Yes! Tina, I'm sorry. I'm just speechless..." "That's a good thing, I hope." "Of course it is!" "Does that mean you'll accept the job offer?" Without thinking, I answered her. "Yes! Yes, of course!" "Excellent! Peter & Brock will be thrilled. We're all looking forward to you joining the team. Can you be here to start work on Monday?" "I'll be there bright and early!" "Great. I'll see you then!" "Thanks, Tina! Good night." "Good night, Harry." The call ended. I couldn't stop smiling. After months of struggling, I had found a new job. I was finally starting to feel as if things were falling into place for me. Then, my thoughts turned to Dad and the smile started to fade from my face. With things so uncertain between us, I wasn't sure how this job offer would fit into the mix. Part of me thought he might be relieved that I'd be relocating back to the city, keeping temptation away from him. Whatever his reaction might be, I knew I needed to tell him right away. I only had four more days until I started my new job. I intended to make sure we spent the days until I had to move back to the city with each other. Another half hour on the road and I was pulling up in front of my parents' house. I saw Dad's car in the driveway and so was Jim's. I was relieved. With Jim there, what was sure to be a very serious & intense conversation with Dad would have to wait until Jim left. And I surely wouldn't encourage him to leave. I unlocked the front door and walked into the house. The lights were on, but I didn't see anyone in the living room, dining room, or kitchen. Dad and Jim must be watching TV down in the family room. Now that March Madness was closing in on us, I figured there was a big NCAA game on that they were engrossed in. Before I went down to say hi, I decided to drop off my stuff in my bedroom. As I made my way upstairs, my mind was still cluttered with news of my job offer and trying to figure out just how my impending move into the city that I wasn't paying attention to much of anything. As I passed by Dad's bedroom, the distinct sound of a moan snapped me out of my thoughts. I turned to look into Dad's room and couldn't believe what I saw. I was so shocked, my bag dropped from my hand. Dad and Jim were naked on my parents' bed. Jim was flat on his back and Dad was fucking his ass like there was no tomorrow. Jim was moaning and Dad was egging him on. "Fuck, Jim. You feel SOOOO good." "Yeah, buddy? You feel so fuckin' good too. Damn! Give it to me, Tim!" Dad leaned down and kissed Jim passionately. I couldn't watch anymore. I moved quietly back down the hallway and went downstairs. I was hurt and angry. Just as recently as last night, Dad was vehemently denying that Jim was attracted to him. Now, the two of them were fucking like rabbits! Last night, Dad also said he was absolutely not gay. How can someone who isn't gay have sex with his own son AND his best friend? How could Dad do this to me?! I started breathing heavily and felt like I was going to pass out. I needed to get the hell out of this house! I grabbed my keys off of the side table by the front door and rushed out to my car. Standing on the street, bent over next to my car, my head was still spinning and I still felt like I was going to faint. But my senses were slowly starting to return. After a few minutes, I no longer felt like I was going to pass out and I felt well enough to drive. I knew I needed to get away from the house. But I wasn't sure where I could go. Mike, my new married friend from the gym, was off limits because he was my new 'married' friend. No doubt Bob Price wouldn't be available after his wife had walked in on us having sex two nights ago. That's when I remembered Rick. Yesterday at the gym, he had given me his card with his number on it. Sure, he wanted to be my personal trainer. But I felt like he and I had a rapport. Maybe he wouldn't mind me chilling at his house for a few hours...at least until I figured out what in the hell I was going to do next. I pulled out his card and my phone and gave him a call. "Hello?" "Rick? This is Harry Morris from yesterday at the gym." "Harry, hi! How's it going?" "Okay." I lied... "I was hoping you'd call me. Have you decided to take me up on my offer of training you here at my house?" "Not yet. But I was wondering if I might be able to stop by." "Sure. But it's probably not a good idea that we work out. After you strained your arm yesterday, we shouldn't put more pressure on it until it's had a few days to recover." "Actually, I'm not looking to work out. I'm in a bit of trouble and need somewhere to hang out for a couple hours. I don't want to be an imposition, though." "I see. It's no trouble at all. Come on by. My schedule's free tonight. I'd love some company!" Rick gave me directions to his house and soon I was on my way. As I was driving, images of Dad & Jim fucking kept churning in my mind. I found myself becoming more and more angry. How could this have happened?! My father swore up and down last night that he's not gay. Yet there he was, not just fucking Jim, but ENJOYING it. By the time I reached the address that Rick had given me, I had worked myself up into a state of distress again. I must've sat in my car for five minutes, trying to calm myself down. Finally, I got out of the car and walked up to the front door of a nice-looking townhouse condo. I knocked on the door and then took one last deep breath to calm my nerves. Rick opened the door. He was wearing a t-shirt and sweat shorts. Even in the upset state I was in, I couldn't help but notice that he looked every bit as sexy as he did at the gym yesterday. "Hi, Harry. I'm glad you made it okay!" He extended his hand for me to shake it, which I did. "Rick, thanks so much for letting me come over tonight," I said as I walked into the house. "It's no problem at all. Like I said on the phone, I'm glad you called. I really enjoyed working with you yesterday. Come on into the living room. We can sit down." I followed Rick in and we sat down on his sofa. "Can I get you anything to drink or eat?" "No thanks. I'm fine." I must've looked completely out of sorts, because Rick finally got a good look at me and the expression on his face changed to one of concern. "Don't take this the wrong way, but you look terrible. What sort of trouble are you in?" "I'd rather not talk about it." "Are you sure about that? When something's bothering you, it's always best for you to get it off your chest." "You're right. But I just can't talk about it. You wouldn't understand." Rick put his hand on my shoulder and rubbed it. "I'll be right back." Rick got up and walked into another room. He returned a few moments later with a glass of water and extended it to me. As I took the glass from his hand, I looked into his eyes and said, "I told you I don't need anything." "I know." He sat back down next to me and rubbed my shoulder. "Just take a minute to take some deep breaths and take a few sips. It'll help you calm down." "I hardly think so, Rick." But I did what he suggested. Actually, some of the anxiety I was feeling DID subside...at least a little bit. "You don't have to talk about anything you don't want to. We can just sit here, if that's what's going to make you feel better. Whatever's troubling you, it's going to be all right." That sounded like something right out of my parents' playbook when I was younger. In fact, Dad had said that to me more than one time in my teenage years when I had a problem troubling me. Damn! Thinking about Dad got me all emotional again. Tears started to form in my eyes. I put my hands over my eyes and leaned forward so that Rick wouldn't see me crying. But it was to no avail. It must've been obvious to Rick that the waterworks were about to get rolling. He immediately leaned over to me and put his arms around me in a hug. He pulled me back so that he was leaning back against the couch cushions and I had my face lying on his chest. "Hey, hey...Harry. It's okay. Just let it all out, buddy. You're going to be okay." He was rubbing his arm along my side to try and calm me down and reassure me. Outside of the awkwardness of a man in his late 40s cradling a 32-year old man in his arms, it felt really good to have him hug me like this. It's true what they say. A good cry can do wonders for you. After a minute or two, I began to regain my composure. I propped myself back up into a sitting position as Rick let his arms fall away from me. "Thanks, Rick. I'm sorry that I broke down like that. Now that I've completely embarrassed myself... Maybe I should get going. I don't want to bother you." Rick put his hand on my shoulder to keep me from getting up. "Stay, Harry. It's not a bother. And you shouldn't feel embarrassed about crying like that. Everyone does it...even guys. Hell, I've been known to shed a few tears when something's really got me down. Just...stay. We'll hang out." I looked into Rick's eyes and he smiled at me. That's when it happened. He stretched his arm around my neck to cradle my other shoulder. Then, he leaned forward slowly...looking into my eyes the whole time. I found myself leaning toward him too. Our lips landed on each other and we began kissing softly. We each wrapped our arms around the other. We only kissed for a few moments before Rick parted us. "You feel really tense. Here, take off your shirt and lay face down on the floor." I looked at him halfway skeptically and halfway with a smirk on my face. "No, really. I'm also a masseur. I can work out some of the tension you're carrying in your shoulders, back, and neck." I did as he asked. As I removed my shirt, I couldn't help but notice him watching me, appreciatively. I lay down in the middle of his living room floor. I heard him removing his own shirt and then he knelt down beside me. "Are you ready?" "Sure. But I hardly think you're going to be able to do any......ohhhhhhhh!" It was then that Rick began working my back and shoulders with his hands. To call this man a masseur was a gross understatement. Until now, I hadn't realized how tense I had been. His touch felt amazing! The tension was melting away. He must have worked me over for half an hour when he stopped and told me to flip over. After I did, I realized that I had a raging hard-on in my pants. I was about to be embarrassed when I looked up and saw his sweat shorts tenting obscenely. Rick smiled at me and reached down to massage my chest, playing with my nipples, but still working my muscles. His hands moved seductively lower until they were at my waist. He looked into my eyes and asked, "Can I...?" I nodded my approval and he unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. I lifted my butt up and pushed both my pants and underwear down my hips. Rick helped me pull them completely off and my hard cock sprang up. He didn't touch it right away, instead massaging my leg, thigh, & calf muscles. Then, he worked his way down to my ankles and feet. The man truly had amazing hands. I couldn't remember the last time I had felt so relaxed. After he was done, he worked his way back up my legs and began rubbing my cock and balls. This whole time - when I wasn't writhing in ecstasy on the floor - I had been eyeing the bulge in his shorts. When he began stroking me, I reached up and massaged his bulge. Rick looked into my eyes, his own filled with lust. He pushed his shorts down and off of his legs. His dick sprang up and slapped against his chest. This man looked amazing naked...and his cock was mouth-wateringly big. After I touched him, he threw his head back and sighed. "Oh Harry...uhhhhh!" He looked into my eyes again. "I want you, Harry. I want you bad!" I was lost in the lust and passion of the moment. "You've got me, stud." Rick placed his hands on either side of my head and lowered his body down on top of mine, our cocks pressing against each other. Our mouths connected again and our tongues passed back and forth into each other's mouths. I threw my arms around him and rubbed and gripped his back. The friction of our bodies rubbing together coupled with the heightened state of ecstasy I was already in from the massage was driving me wild. I was close to cumming and my cock had barely been touched. I broke our kiss long enough to say, "I'm cumming!" "Then cum, baby! Cum for me!" Rick said and then leaned down to kiss and lick my neck. Cum began exploding out of my cock, trapped between our bodies. I moaned and gasped in pleasure as Rick licked and kissed my neck. He turned and propped himself up on his elbows next to me and scooped some of my cum off of his torso, bringing it up to his own mouth. "Mmmm. Awful tasty!" I followed suit. "Yeah. You're right." We both chuckled. "But I think someone else needs to cum." I started to reach for his cock. "You don't have to do that. This was about making you feel good, Harry." "Well, then... Let me say that nothing would make me feel better than to see that hot cock of yours shoot out a nice load." Rick looked at me and grinned. "In that case, continue on. Who am I to stop you from feeling good? This won't take long. You've got me so worked up already." I reached down and began stroking him. It felt so good having my hand on his cock. And he was right, it wasn't long before Rick was wriggling on the carpet and moaning. Cum shot out of his cock all over his chest and stomach. A few shots even hit him in the chin. After he came down from the high of the ejaculation, I leaned up and licked the cum off of his chin. "Mmmm... Your's is awfully tasty too, Mister!" I leaned down and we kissed. Rick got up off of the floor abruptly and walked into another room. I was beginning to think we were done and that was his way of prompting me to leave when he returned with a blanket. He lay back down and pulled the blanket over us. We turned onto our sides and he wrapped his arms around me. Laying on the carpet of Rick's den in front of the fire, covered by the blanket with Rick spooning me, I felt more relaxed and at ease with my thoughts than I had since early in the evening yesterday. The intimacy we were sharing seemed to be about no one else's needs but mine. Oh, I'm sure Rick had some of his own needs met by what we just did. But he explicitly stated that he wanted to make me feel good. This wasn't about me chasing after some man who was probably out of my reach anyway. My encounters with Bob Price were about him fooling around on his wife rather than having the courage to divorce her and live his life truthfully. My encounter with Mike yesterday at the gym was about getting him off...even though I had gladly helped him accomplish that. And my escapades with Dad....I'm not yet sure WHAT they were about. I know how I feel about him, but what he feels for me - something I thought I had a handle on - is what's a complete mystery. For now, I was content to let that mystery linger in the back of my mind and focus instead on how good I felt in this moment...here with Rick. At that moment, Rick propped himself up, leaned over, and gave me three quick kisses in succession on the side of my cheek. "How do you feel, Harry?" I turned around to face him with a big smile on my face and sighed. "I feel really good." "Honestly?" "Yes, honestly. Thank you, Rick. I wasn't sure that this is what I wanted. And, in the long run, I'm not sure it should have happened. But being with you here, tonight...this has made me feel so good." "Good." He smiled at me and leaned in to kiss me softly on my lips, which transitioned into an extended soft & sweet make-out session. After our kisses subsided, Rick rubbed the back of his hand along the side of my cheek and looked into my eyes. "Harry, now that we've shared such a special time this evening, do you trust me enough to tell me what sort of trouble you're in?" He must have seen my eyebrows furrow and my face tense up, because he added, "I only want to help. I care about you." I turned back on my side, facing away from Rick. He immediately wrapped his arms around me again and kissed me on my neck. "Rick, I just don't think you'd understand. I want to tell you, but I can't." "You'd be surprised how understanding I can be." When I didn't respond, Rick leaned in and kissed my neck again, took a deep breath, and then continued talking. "Remember yesterday at the gym, when I was telling you about my ex-wife and son, Doug...and how they live out in California and never have any contact with me?" "Sure." "I never told you what ended my marriage and why my son can't stand to even talk to me on the phone or over e-mail." I turned back around to face him. As nervous as I was about my own travails with my father, I cared enough for Rick to look into his eyes as he was about to pour his heart out to me. "What happened, Rick?" "A year before the divorce, when my son was 17, I ruined my family. Throughout high school, Doug had a best friend named Gary. Doug was an introvert growing up and Gary was always able to drag him out to do different things...whether it be a school-related event or just going to hang out at the mall. Truth be told, I think my son came to rely more on Gary's friendship than Gary needed his. A couple years into high school, the two boys began to go in separate directions. Doug became more of a bookworm and didn't really get into school sports. He didn't have many friends either. Gary, meanwhile, was the exact opposite. He was outgoing and always had his peers clamoring for his attention. He became Mr. Athletic, but let his studies slide. Doug started tutoring Gary...often putting Gary's studies before his own homework." "It sounds to me as if ol' Gary was taking advantage of your son." "Don't I know it? I sat Doug down more than once and tried to tell him my concerns, but he wouldn't hear any of it. Gary was his friend and he was determined to help him, no matter what." "And your son got so upset with your concern that he won't talk to you anymore? I don't see how that ruined your marriage OR caused Doug to stay out of contact with you." "No, Harry. That isn't what ruined my marriage. What I did was much worse. One evening, Doug and my wife, Gloria, had been out of town visiting Gloria's brother and his family. They were due back that night. I had a romantic evening for Gloria and I planned. I had even abstained from jacking off the whole time they were gone so that Gloria & I could have a truly enjoyable evening together. Of course, that meant that I was as horny as a toad. I had just put the finishing touches on getting everything set up for our evening together when Gloria called and said her brother's wife had fallen ill and she and Doug needed to stay on a couple more days and help take care of the whole family. I completely understood why she wanted to do that. Family is family, after all. But my raging hormones got the better of me and I worked myself up to quite a frenzy, if you can imagine a horny man being told he can't be with his wife for two to three more days." "I guess someone's hand got quite a workout that night, huh?" I grinned at him and reached down to fondle his cock playfully. "No, not quite. Shortly after Gloria's phone call, I was in the middle of packing away the whole set-up for our evening together when the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find Gary on my doorstep, looking for Doug. I told Gary that Doug wouldn't be back for another few days. Gary was about to leave when I stopped him. It looked like he had a lot on his mind. I was only trying to show concern for my son's best friend. It took some urging, but Gary sat down and told me about a sexual problem he was having with the girl he was seeing at the time. I know it was incredibly inappropriate of me, given that he was my son's best friend, but I began sharing my own sexual frustrations with him as well. I didn't want him to feel alone. I wanted him to know that all guys - even married ones - have times when their needs don't get met. After both of us admitted to being horny, we started jacking off together. The whole time we were jacking, I saw out of the corner of my eye that he was staring at my dick. One thing led to another and we moved along to jacking each other's cock. The next thing I knew, Gary was on his knees in front of me, sucking me. Before long, we were naked on the couch, going crazy on each other. Later that evening, Gary called his parents and lied that Doug wanted him to stay over and play PS3 all night. We spent all night and half of the next day in bed together." By now, listening to Rick's story, my cock was rock hard again...and I could feel his was too. "And what? You felt so guilty for what you and Gary did that you confessed to your wife and she ended the marriage?" "No. If only I'd had the guts to do that, I wouldn't have caused all of the pain that came later. No...after that night, Gary and I were like teenagers in heat. Well, *I* was like a teenager in heat. Gary actually WAS a teenager in heat. We took every opportunity we could to be together. We'd meet in parking lots and have sex in my car...or his car. Whenever he'd come over to study with Doug, he and I would find fleeting moments to be together. I remember one time, his family went out of town for a week. They had asked me to do some minor construction work in their house while they were gone. Gary stayed home 'sick' from school three of the days and we spent all day in bed together. Actually, we spent those days in bed...in the shower...in every room in the house....in his parents' jacuzzi..." "My God, Rick!" "I know. I couldn't help myself. I felt completely out of control. For the first time in years, I knew what complete satisfaction meant. This boy wanted me...and it felt GOOD to be wanted again. Gloria hadn't shown this much affection and desire for me in a long time." "So, when did your family finally find out about you and Gary?" Rick sighed deeply. "I'll never forget it. It was a Saturday afternoon near the end of Doug & Gary's senior year of high school. Gloria was out of town for a shopping weekend with a group of girlfriends. Doug was off at a classmate's house, working on some group project for one of his classes. Doug had only been gone for about an hour when the familiar knock came on the front door. The minute he was inside and the door was shut, Gary and I were all over each other. After touching and kissing each other for what seemed like an eternity, Gary grinned at me mischievously and led me up the stairs. I figured we were on our way to the room I shared with my wife. The few encounters we had in the house when no one was home, that's usually where we went. This time, he brought me into Doug's room. I tried to resist. This was one boundary that I definitely didn't want to cross. But Gary simply stuck his tongue down my throat and rubbed my crotch seductively. My libido won out over my sense of decency and, before you know it, we were naked on Doug's bed, having sex. I had been fucking him for several minutes and felt like I was close to finishing when I heard Doug's voice behind us. He had come home early and found Gary & I together. In that moment, everything shattered. I tried to explain things to Doug, but rightfully so, he'd hear none of it. He left the house that afternoon and only returned on Sunday night so that he could tell his mother what he'd seen. I begged him not to tell her. I promised him that what Gary and I had done would never happen again. But Doug was unconvinced. He said his mom needed to know what a two-faced man-whore she was married to. That night, Gloria packed her things and moved out. I never saw either she or Doug again. Divorce papers came in the mail a couple months later and I only found out that they'd moved to California when her attorney contacted me to serve me with papers, requiring me to pay half of Doug's college tuition. I've tried to talk to both of them numerous times over the years, but neither of them will have anything to do with me." "Rick, I'm so sorry. I didn't know..." I rubbed his chest and let my hand drift up to rub the side of his face. "There's one other thing. Gary and I did stop seeing each other. He decided that, for appearances, it was better that people believe he was straight. He got back together with his girlfriend and that was that. But a couple weeks after Gloria and Doug left, Gary confessed to me that he and Doug had messed around a few times together. And after they had sex one of the times, Doug confessed to him that he had a fantasy about seducing me and the two of us making love." Rick looked at me as if I was supposed to understand what he was getting at. When I didn't register a sense of knowing, Rick continued. "Gary told me that, when he heard that, he decided that Doug should find out he had managed to do what Doug had only fantasized about. Before he knocked on the door to my house that fateful day, Gary had called Doug and begged him to come back home right away...that there was something awesome he needed to see in his room." "You mean Gary lured you into Doug's room for sex so that Doug would come home and find the two of you together?" "Exactly!" "Man, that's twisted. With friends like that, who needs enemies?!" "Don't I know it? Now, do you see what's happened in my life? When you say I wouldn't understand what you're going through, I think I probably would. Nothing that's happening to you could possibly top the damage I've caused in my own life. I promise you this is the last time I'll ask. But please... Please tell me what you're going through. It'll make you feel better to tell me and I might be able to offer a perspective on the situation that could help you see things more clearly." My stomach was still in knots over the situation with Dad and me. And I wasn't completely sure I should tell Rick what was going on. But I know it took him a lot of courage to lay his soul open and tell me what happened to his marriage. He had trusted me to know a secret about his life. Something told me that it was okay to trust him with my own secret. I propped myself up on my side, looked into his eyes and began to pour out the story to him. "The first thing you need to know is that, three days ago, my father and I started having sex together." "Really? I've seen your dad around the gym. He's always come across as arrow-straight and super-macho. How did that happen?" "I'd been lusting after him for many years. It just so happened that he was particularly horny that night. I seduced him and we ended up in bed together. Ever since, we've been practically inseparable and passionate." "Something tells me that this isn't what's got you so upset...unless you're conflicted about something." "Something like that... You probably know that my parents are still married." "Sure. I've overheard your dad talking about your mom at the gym." "After two days of passion, I began to realize that I was falling for my dad. After we went to dinner last night, we came back home and made the most passionate love I've ever made with a man. I lost track of my senses and told him what was in my heart." "And what was that?" "I told him that I was falling for him and that I wanted him to leave my mom so that he and I could be together. Of course, he adamantly refused to do so. We got into a big argument and I spent the night in my own room. I guess it was pretty silly of me to think Dad would feel about me the way I feel about him, huh?" "No, Harry. It wasn't. Tell me. Is this the first time your dad's been with another guy sexually?" "As far as I know. He has said it never occurred to him that two guys could have such a hot, passionate time together." "Your dad may just be experiencing the fear every man has when he's with another man for the first time...especially a man who, up until now, has believed he's completely straight." "Rick, I know those feelings. I went through all of that when I realized I'm gay many years ago...the feeling of being different from all of my other friends....the feeling of being alone." "Then you have to understand that it's a big leap for your dad to go from thinking he's straight to divorcing your mom and running off with you all in just two days." "I do understand that. But there's more to the story. My dad has a best friend...a guy who he worked with for over 25 years before they both retired. You probably saw him working out with my dad at the gym yesterday." "Ah yes. I don't know his last name, but I know his first name's Jim." "That's right. Anyway, I began to suspect that Jim's gay and started teasing Dad about Jim having the hots for him. Dad refused to accept the possibility that Jim is gay and attracted to him. I got up this morning and drove up to the city for a job interview. On the way home, I found out that I got the job. I was so excited! But when I got back to the house, I walked in on Dad & Jim having sex in my parents' bed." "No! Harry, I'm..." I interrupted him. "Neither of them saw me. I tore out of the house right away and called you. You know what happened from there." I felt myself began to shake and shiver with emotion at telling such a traumatic story. Rick pulled me into his arms and laid my head on his chest. "I'm so sorry, Harry. I'm sorry you saw that. It must have hurt terribly." As Rick held me, the irony of the situation occurred to me. Here I was, being held by a man whose son walked in on him having sex with his best friend...and I myself just walked in to see my dad having sex with Jim. The situations weren't exactly identical, but I couldn't help but chuckle at the irony. "What's funny?" "Oh nothing. It's not really funny. It's more ironic than anything. Doug found you having sex with his best friend. I found my dad having sex with his best friend. Now, here we are, naked...you are comforting me." Rick turned my face upward and looked down into my eyes. "It's a little weird isn't it?" "Yeah. A little. But I don't regret tonight...any of it. Well, except me finding my dad and Jim together. That part, I regret." I smiled at him and leaned up to kiss him. We kissed softly for a moment. I let my hand drift down underneath the blanket and wrap around his hard cock. But before I could start stroking him, Rick pulled away from my kiss and pushed my hand away from his cock. "Harry, there's something I want you to do for me." "What's that?" "I want you to go home and talk to your dad." I visibly bristled at the suggestion. I certainly wasn't ready to face Dad. "Harry, I know you're hurt right now. But you know in your heart of hearts that facing him is what you need to do." "Rick, I'm not ready for this yet. Besides, he and Jim are probably still in bed together, celebrating their new-found love." He looked at me disapprovingly. "Listen... If you really love your dad as much as you say you do...and if he loves you as much as you think he does, you need to talk this out with him. You don't know the circumstances surrounding what happened and what happened after they finished." "...And I don't think I WANT to." "Harry, look what happened to me. I now know that I'm gay and I would never be with a woman again if I had the chance to be. But I'll never be able to make amends to my wife for hurting her so terribly. I'll probably never be able to see my son again and heal the wound I caused. Don't let that happen to you and your dad. Don't wake up five years from now, wishing you had handled this situation differently." Rick must have seen the uncertainty in my eyes because he reached over and pushed the hair off of my forehead. "I'll make this deal with you. If you go home to talk to your dad and it doesn't go well, you can come back here and stay with me until it's time for you to leave to start your new job. But I think you'll find out that you'll be glad you went back home tonight." "I don't know, Rick. What if I get home and I can't face him?" "You'll be fine. You're a stronger person than you give yourself credit for, Harry. Besides, I have an ulterior motive for sending you home." I chuckled at him. "What? You got a hot date on the way over?" "No. But I have a hot man in my arms that I'd very much like to get to know better. But if I'm lucky enough to get that chance with him, I want to make sure the specter of another man isn't out there, getting in our way. And if it turns out that he and this other man are able to work things out and be together, I want to find that out before I fall any farther and get myself hurt." I had no idea Rick felt that way about me. I figured what had happened between us tonight was just comfort sex. I looked at Rick with my eyes wide and started to say something. He put his finger up to my lips. "Don't say anything, Harry. Just please go and talk to your dad. Things will work out the way they're supposed to. And if they don't work out in my favor, I'll know that I at least did the right thing by sending you home tonight." I was overwhelmed. I had no idea that 'stand-up' men still existed in the world today. Rick was openly admitting to me that he wanted the two of us to be together, but he put my own needs ahead of his and insisted that I go back home to see Dad. It was very noble. I reached up to stroke the side of his face and leaned up to kiss him. It started out as a soft kiss, but quickly evolved into a passionate, tongue-filled kiss. After we parted, I looked into his eyes, "You're a good man, Rick. You're..." He held up his hand to stop me from saying anything further. "Don't say anything else. I don't think I could stand to hear the 'you're just a nice guy.' speech right now. Let's just get dressed so you can get back home." A few minutes later, we were dressed and standing at his front door. "Thank you for tonight, Rick. Are you going to be okay?" "Yeah. I'll be all right. No one ever said it was easy doing the noble thing. Besides, maybe I'll hear from you later." I didn't want to write a check that I might not be able to cash, so I didn't say anything in response. I just reached up to touch the side of his face. We smiled at each other and leaned in for one last soft kiss on the lips. "See you later, Harry." "See you, Rick." We smiled at each other again and then I opened the door and walked out to my car. As I drove away, I saw him standing in his doorway. He shut the door as I got farther away from his house. I was about to turn my attention back to the road when I noticed my cell phone in the passenger seat of the car. I hadn't taken it into Rick's house with me. The view screen said I had a voice mail message. I put the phone on speaker and listened to the message. "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!" Was I really ready to do this? My mind started racing with thoughts about what Dad wanted to say to me. I almost turned the car around to drive back to Rick's. But I stopped myself. Rick was right. I needed to go home and talk to Dad...and I needed to be prepared for whatever happened. A few minutes later and I was pulling up to my parents' house. Jim's car was no longer in the driveway, so I pulled in behind Dad's car. I opened the car door and stepped outside, taking a deep breath as I stood and walked toward the front door. I was shaking like a leaf. For some reason, I had the feeling that the events that were about to happen were going to change the course of my whole life. Melodramatic much?! I put my key in the front door lock, turned it and pushed the door open. I took one last deep breath and then walked inside... Copyright Harrison Morris, 2011