Inspired in part by drakestoriesâ Story Of The Week postings, I thought of this story shortly after I started posting on Tumblr. One of the hottest stories Iâve read on Nifty. Itâs multiple chapters. Rather than link to the story, I decided to post it here. I e-mailed the author and asked for permission to post it here. He agreed to let me, as long as I show his name. Enjoy!
Romantic Evening For Two
Part 1
by Harrison Morris
My name is Harry.  I guess you could say that growing up, I led somewhat of a double-life.  As far as my family and close friends knew, I was arrow-straight.  I played the game and projected the image that I knew would go over well with the people in my life.  After all, when youâre from a small town in the Midwest, you have to do what you have to do in order to fit in.  So, I dated my share of girls.  Of course, things never went anywhere.  I couldnât bring myself to have sex with any of them.  I was too busy lusting after my male teachers.  In fact, my P.E. teacher and I had a standing three-night-a-week appointment after schoolâŠIâd suck his beautiful 7â cock and heâd pretend he wasnât really gay as he shoved his tongue down my throat and gave me expert rim jobs. And then there was my studly History teacher, Mr. Price.  Five feet, eleven inches tallâŠ.short brown hair, and an athletic, toned body hiding underneath a deceptively bookworm-ish exterior.  He looked every bit the upstanding family man.  Three kids and a beautiful wifeâŠwho just happened to be running for the city council on a âfamily valuesâ platform.  Can you imagine what she and the rest of the town would think if they found out her husband was fucking my ass AND getting fucked by me on a regular basis? Of course, I enjoyed every minute of all of these encounters.  But there was one man I wanted more than anythingâŠand as far as I was concerned, he would forever be out of my reach.  Iâm talking about my father.  He and my mom had a great marriage and they were wonderful parents.  When I first realized I was attracted to men, my father was one of my first sexual fantasies.  If you saw him, youâd understand why.  Heâs 6'2" tall with wavy black hair and when he smiled, he made your heart melt.  He was an accountant, but not your typical bookish-looking kind of guy.  He worked out whenever he got a chance and kept his body in great shape.  He wasnât overly muscular, but his body was definitely toned.  I never had the pleasure of seeing him nakedâŠbut from the way he filled out his work slacks, Iâm pretty sure he kept my mom VERY satisfied. I donât think my parents ever knew that I was gayâŠmuch less carrying on illicit affairs with two prominent members of the faculty at my high school.  When the time came for me to leave for college, part of me was very relieved.  I felt like I might finally stand a chance at living a more open lifeâŠand thatâs what I set out to do.  I went to a university in the big city nearest my hometown.  It was far enough away that I felt comfortable being more open about my sexualityâŠbut close enough that I could come home to visit on occasion.  Unfortunately, I never got around to âliving my life out loudâ as I had wanted to.  I became too wrapped up in my studies to develop much of a social life.  After college, I found work in the city and decided to relocate there permanently instead of returning home.  The years went by and I found myself being in contact with my parents less and less.  It wasnât that I was trying to cut them out of my life.  My job was more demanding than I realized and before I knew it, I had gone a couple years without visiting home or even calling. However, my life was about to change drasticallyâŠin more ways than one.  Because of the economic downturn, I got laid-off from my job.  Unfortunately, I couldnât find another job right awayâŠwhich meant I couldnât continue to afford the rent on my condo.  After falling out of touch with them, I hated to have to ask my parents to take me in.  I wanted to make it on my ownâŠand moving back home at age 31 definitely put a crimp in those plans.  However, I didnât even have to ask.  Upon hearing about my having fallen on hard times, my mom immediately said, âYouâre moving back home.  No âifs, ands, or butsâ about it.â  I promised both of my parents that it would only be until I was back on my feet, financially and reluctantly moved back home. It felt good being back home.  Most everything was as I remembered itâŠexcept Mom was working a lot.  At this point in her life, I figured sheâd be ready to retire - just like my dad had done a few years ago.  But it seemed as if she was working even moreâŠfrequently working 11 or 12 hour days and going out of town on business trips.  I began to notice how it affected my dad.  He seemed so lonely.  I also noticed how hot my dad still was.  He still kept in shape by running in the evenings and working out four times a week.  And his hair had started to go salt & pepper, which actually made him even sexier, in my opinion.  I, of course, felt like I still had to keep up the charade of being straightâŠGod only knows why, at 31, I couldnât tell my parents the truth. One evening, after telling my parents I was going out on a date (actually, it was a rendezvous with the still-studly Mr. PriceâŠor Bob, as he insisted I call him now), my dad told me he was planning a special, romantic evening at home for he and my mom.  I promised him Iâd stay out as late as possible to give them their privacy.  Unfortunately, things didnât go as planned.  Bobâs wife, who was supposed to be involved in city council business late into the evening, came home at the most inopportune time.  We were in their bedroom stripped naked.  I was about to bury my cock in Bobâs ass when the wife walked in and flipped her lid at seeing her supposedly loving husband on his back, begging to be fucked.  After kissing him goodbye in front of her (HeyâŠI was feeling my oats, I guess!), I left for home with a still-raging hard-on in my pants.  It was only after I put my key in the front door lock that I remembered about my parentsâ romantic evening.  I decided I would try to sneak in and up to my room unnoticed. However, when I walked in the house, I saw my dad sitting on the sofa, dressed up like he would be for a day at work (or a romantic evening) with a beer in his hand and two empty bottles on the coffee table. âDad?â I asked. âOhâŠhey Harry.  Why are you home so early?  I thought you were on a date.â âThe evening didnât go as planned.  I forgot about your dinner plans with Mom.  I hope Iâm not interrupting.â  I looked around and didnât see any sign that Mom was home.  "Where IS Mom?â âBy nowâŠ.halfway to Seattle.  Last minute business trip.â âOh no!  Iâm so sorry, Dad.  I know how much you were looking forward to this evening.â âYeah. I thought your mom was too.  I guess work is more important.  Thatâs the way itâs been lately.  And Iâm so fucking sick of it!â My heart really went out to him.  My father was feeling lonely, neglected, and unloved.  In the moment, I had the purest of motives.  If only Iâd known then what this next, seemingly innocent question would set into motion⊠ "Iâm really sorry, Dad.  Iâm sure sheâll make it up to you later.  But for now, how about we have some dinner?  I didnât get to eat yet.  Iâm sure you havenât either.  We shouldnât let this great dinner you prepared go to waste.â "You sure you donât mind spending the evening with your old man?  Iâm sure you have better things to do.â I grinned at him.  "Thereâs nothing Iâd rather be doing right now.â That put a smile on his face.  I followed him into the dining room and was amazed at what I saw.  The dining room table was full of gourmet food, lit candles, and a bottle of wine on ice.  "Wow!  You really went all out on this dinner, didnât you?!â Dad chuckled and I couldnât tell if the look on his face was embarrassment, frustration, or a combination of both.  âYeah, kiddo.  Your mom said she had something important she wanted to tell me tonight at dinner.  I wanted to go âsuper-romantic.â  I was hoping that she was going to say she would be retiring soon and we could rediscover our love.  Apparently, thatâs not the case.â âRediscover your love?  Dad, you donât think Momâs fallen out of love with you, do you?  Thatâs crazy!â âWhat am I supposed to think, Son?  Sheâs never home anymore.  When she IS here, weâre hardly in the same room together.  She goes to bed before meâŠor if she doesnât, she makes sure Iâve fallen asleep before she comes upstairs.  We havenât beenâŠ.intimateâŠ.in over a year.  Iâm starting to wonder if sheâs found another manâŠ.someone younger, more virile, sexierâŠthan I am.â Without thinking, I quickly said, âThatâs not possible, Dad.  Thereâs no man sexier than you.â In my mind, my words seemed to hang out there in the dining room for ages.  I stood frozen, not believing that I had just given vocal proof of my deepest feelings for my father.  I saw a strange look on my fatherâs face.  I was hoping maybe he was unsure of what Iâd just said.  I decided to change the subject quickly, hoping to gloss over my slip of the tongue.  My father was already lonely, heartbroken, and drunk over the idea that my mother may no longer be in love with him.  The last thing I wanted to hit him with tonight was the fact that, not only is his only son gay, but I have the hots for him too.  "Dad, why donât we sit down to dinner?  The food will be cold if I donât dig into it pretty soon.â The rest of dinner seemed to go okay.  Dad gave no indication that he was at all ruffled by - or even gave a second thought to - what I had said earlier.  We spent the time having a great conversationâŠtruly catching up on each others lives.  Even though Iâd been back at home for a couple months, I hadnât really taken the time to sit down with either of my parents and just talk about LIFE.  The two of us easily finished off the bottle of champagne he had bought for the occasion.  Plus, we each drank three bottles of beer.  After dinner, we went into the living room and he sat on the sofaâŠor perhaps, flopped down on the sofa wouldâve been the better description.  It was now obvious that my dad was truly drunk.  Alcohol and a broken heart are definitely not a good combination. As I prepared to sit down next to him, he stopped me.  "Son, you donât have to keep me company.  If youâd rather go up to your room and do whatever it is that you do up there in the evenings, please feel free to.  You donât have to feel obligated to spend the entire evening with me just because your mother isnât here.â I sat down next to him on the sofa anyway.  "Are you kidding me, Dad?  I donât feel OBLIGATED to be here.  Iâm having a great time hanginâ with you.  This is the first time since I moved back in that Iâve been able to spend any real time with you.â He looked at me and grinned.  I remember thinking at the time that it had to be the absolute sexiest grin Iâve ever seenâŠstill to this day.  "Yeah.  Itâs been a really nice evening, Son.  Not the evening I expected to have, but itâs been really great.â  He put his arm around my shoulders and rubbed my right arm.  Oh great!  Just what I neededâŠmy cock to spring to life⊠All of the sudden, out of left field, he brought up something that I had started to convince myself had gone unnoticed.  Boy, was I wrong⊠ "Son, Iâve been thinking all night about something you said earlier and trying to decide if I should bring it up or not.  But Iâve decided I need to know what you meant.  Earlier, you said there was no man sexier than me.â I started to desperately figure out what words I could possibly use to worm out of the predicament I was convinced that statement had gotten me into.  "DadâŠâ Dad quickly interrupted me.  "Now, donât get me wrong.  Itâs always nice for a manâŠespecially one of my ageâŠto be told that heâs sexy.  But itâs not every day that that comment comes from his own son.  What did you mean when you said that.â "Dad, I would think thereâd be no room for subtext in a phrase like 'thereâs no man sexier than you.â  I meant exactly what I said.â  I couldnât tell what the expression on his face meant.  Was he proud, disgusted, flattered, embarrassed, confused, angryâŠ?  I had no idea.  The next thing that I saw made me even more confused.  As I was bringing my eyes from my hands in my lap back up to his face to continue talking to him, I thought I saw some growth in his crotch.  WHAT?!  My eyes must be deceiving me.  Or maybe itâs the way heâs sitting on the couchâŠjust giving the ILLUSION of movement.  I decided to continue talking.  I had a feeling of where this conversation was heading and I didnât want him to catch me looking at his crotch.  "I didnât think you were one of those guys who had a problem receiving compliments from other guys.  I didnât mean to offend you.â "No, no⊠ You didnât offend me.  And please⊠ You know Iâm more enlightened than that.  Iâm not one of those insecure men so out of touch with his sexuality that he canât accept a compliment from another man.  Iâm just surprised youâd say something like that to me.  I mean, youâre my sonâŠnot a friend or a co-worker.â âSo, weâre cool, then?â âSure, Son.  Weâre fine.â  His facial expression told me that he still had something on his mind, though. âDad, is there something else you want to say?  You look like youâve got something on your mind.â âNever mind, Son.  Itâs nothing.  Something personal I was going to ask you, but itâs nothing important.â âDad, after the great evening weâve had, you shouldnât feel like thereâs anything you canât ask me.â  I was certain I knew what he wanted to ask meâŠand Iâd rather he didnât ask.  But I wanted to make certain he knew he could ask me.  Weird logic, huh? âSon, you know neither your mom or I have asked you about your love life or anybody youâve datedâŠâ âYeah. Iâve really appreciated that you gave me the freedom to find my own way.  I never wanted overprotective parents who needed to meet every single person Iâm dating.â He smiled at me.  "You seem to have done all right for yourselfâŠalthough I have no proof of that.â "What do you mean?â  I wish heâd just come out and ask me already, rather than taking the long way around.  I felt like fast forwarding through this whole conversation and just shouting, 'YES, Iâm gay, damnit!â âItâs just that, I realized tonight that Iâve never met any of the girls youâve dated.  Not in high school and not since you moved back home.  You always talked about going out with this girl and that girl, but I never met any of them.  And tonight you said your date didnât go well, but you havenât told me anything about her.â âBoy, Dad.  Retirement sure is making you nosy.  What are you going to do nextâŠsit by the kitchen window with a pair of binoculars and spy on the neighborhood?â He laughed.  "The day I start doing that, Son, you have my permission to put me out of my misery.  Look, Iâm sorry about sticking my nose into your personal business.  At 31, you have every right to your privacy.  Tonight, youâve heard more than your fair share of my marital problemsâŠsomething you shouldnât have even known about.  I was just hoping to know a little bit more about YOU.â  He put his hand on my left shoulder, patted me there, then rubbed my shoulder.  I looked at my dad and saw something in his eyes that I couldnât quite explain.  But looking into his eyes, all of the sudden I decided that I needed to be honest with himâŠnot COMPLETELY honest, mind you.  But the time had come for me to stop lying to my parents about my sexualityâŠor, at least, ONE of them. "Dad⊠ I think itâs time that I was honest with you.â He took his hand off my shoulder and looked me in the eyes.  "Okay, Son.  Iâm listening.â "Thereâs a reason that you and Mom never met any of the girls I said I dated in high schoolâŠand I havenât told you anything about the woman I was on a date with tonight.â  All of the nerves I had in the pit of my stomach seemed to well up inside me at that very moment.  I couldnât seem to form the words to speak the next sentence and I swear tears started streaming down my face. Dad mustâve known I was having a hard time.  He put his arms around me, looked me square in the eye with a look of deep compassion and said, âSon, itâs okay.â  He pulled me to him and I laid my head on his chest while I regained my composure.  GOD, I couldâve stayed that way for the rest of the night.  Having my fatherâs arms around me, my head resting on his chest.  Despite my teary state, I was throwing some major wood in my jeans.  But I knew I couldnât stay like this for any longer.  We needed to finish the conversation.  I needed to say the words. âSon, we can finish this conversation later.  Itâs late.  Letâs just go to bed and finish talking tomorrow.â I raised up to a seated position again and faced him.  "No, Dad.  Iâm okay.  Iâve kept this part of my life from you for too long.  You know what Iâm going to say, but I have to say the words to youâŠfor me.  Dad, Iâm gay.â What he said next really threw me for a loop.  "We kind of suspected you might be.â I was dumbfounded.  Was I THAT obvious?  "WE?!  You mean, Mom knows too?â "Yes,â he nodded.  "Parents have a sixth sense about these things.  When you raise someone and love someone, you get to know them pretty well.  We justâŠ.KNEW.â "I canât believe I spent all this time, making up this elaborate lie about the life I was living when the two of you knew all along.â Dad looked at me with a serious look on his face.  "Why DID you?â "I was worried about how the two of you would react.â He smiled at me.  "Son, your mom and I decided LONG ago that we love you, no matter what.  The fact that youâre attracted to men doesnât change that for EITHER of us.  We just want you to be happy.â I had the best parents in the world!  And I felt like such a fool for thinking I had to lie to either of them.  If my mom had been there at that point, I wouldâve hugged her.  But because she wasnât, I could only hug my dad.  Without thinking, I leaned over and wrapped my arms around him.  We hugged for nearly a minute and, as I was pulling away, I turned and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.  At that point, he shifted on the couch a bit.  I glanced down at his crotch and thought I noticed some swelling down there.  I donât know whether or not it was the alcohol Iâd had at dinner, all of the physical contact with my dad, or whatâŠbut I knew I needed to get up to my room and jack off right away.  I was so damn horny, I couldnât stand it.  I was about to excuse myself for the evening, but Dad beat me to the punch. "Thank you for sharing this with me, Son.  I love you.â âI love you too, Dad.  But, if youâll excuse me, I think Iâd better head upstairs.â  I thought Iâd leave the rest to his assumptions.  I didnât want to tell him I had to go upstairs and jerk off because he was making me so fuckinâ horny.  I figured itâs best that he just think Iâm tired. âYep. Iâd better go upstairs too.â  As he started to get up off of the sofa, there was something else I wanted to say to him, so I stopped him, put my hands on both of his knees and leaned down to look him in the eye.  Looking back, at that moment my life changed.  Only, I didnât realize it at the time. âDad, before I go to bed, I want to say one thing.â âSomething more earth-shattering than, 'Iâm gayâ?â  He grinned at me. I chuckled, âNo.  But itâs something important⊠ I donât want you to feel sorry for yourself about tonightâs plans with Mom not working out. None of this is your fault.  Now, sheâs my mom and I love her.  But, you deserve to be treated better than she treated you tonight.  You deserve intimacy, affection, and to be treated well by someone who cares about you.  You donât have to blame Mom for any of this, but please donât blame yourself, okay?â âThanks, Son.  Youâre a good kid, you know that?â  He smiled that mega-watt smile at me and all of the sudden my heart just melted. âSo Iâve been told.â  I leaned down and again gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.  As I lifted my head back up, I stopped, my face just inches from his and looked in his eyes.  Maybe it was my cock talking, but I saw such need in his eyesâŠthe need to be loved and the longing to be touched.  I leaned back down and kissed him againâŠthis time on the lipsâŠnot the sort of quick kiss on the lips that a father and son might exchange, but one with more passion behind it.  Exhiliration was all I could feel at the moment.  I had dreamed of this for years and it was finally happening!  After a few seconds, I pulled back and looked him in the eyes again.  He didnât speak, but the same look of need & longing was there.  I leaned back down and kissed him again.  This time, to my amazement, he kissed me back.  We stayed like that for nearly a minuteâŠhim seated on the sofa, me standing in front of himâŠour mouths pressed together in a passionate kiss.  Suddenly, he pulled away and leaned back on the sofa, breathless.  I sat back down next to him. âWhat in the hell am I doing?!â  He said, with a look of panic on his face. âKissing meâŠand pretty damn well, I might add.â  I smiled at him. âWe shouldnât be doing this.  Iâm married.  Iâm straight.  Youâre my son, damn it!â My cock was in total control of my actions, now.  I had kissed my father and I wasnât about to let this moment end.  I put my hand on his right shoulder and looked him in his eyes.  "Dad, just do me this one favor.  If you do this, Iâll go upstairs and leave you alone right now.  Look me in my eyes and tell me that you didnât love the hell out of kissing meâŠthat you donât want to do it again.  If you can do that, weâll end this right now.â He turned and faced me, looked me in the eyes.  But he didnât say a word. Thirty seconds passed by and he still hadnât said anything.  Finally, he spoke⊠ "Oh hell!  I canât do it!â  With that, he leaned forward, put his and on the back of my neck and pulled me back into a kiss.  This time, our mouths opened and our tongues began wrestling with each other.  While we kissed, I began rubbing his chest through his dress shirt.  He broke the kiss after awhile.  "Fuck, itâs been a long time since anyone has touched me and kissed me that passionately.â I reached up with my right hand and stroked the side of his face, making him smile at me.  "You deserve it, Dad.  You deserve to be taken care of and shown the type of affection you need.â  I leaned in, kissed him on the mouth a couple times and then kissed down his chin and up the side of his neck to his earlobe, which I began to tongue lightly.  I leaned back and then brought both of my hands up to the top button of his dress shirt and began to unbutton it. I got the first two buttons undone, exposing some of his sexy salt & pepper colored chest hair, before he stopped me. âSon, you shouldnât be doing this.  WE shouldnât be doing this.  Itâs not right.â I couldnât wipe the grin of happiness off of my face.  "Dad, we just went over this.  We both want it.â He scooted back on the couch slightly.  "No.  We talked about kissing.  And even THAT shouldnât have happenedâŠas damn good as it felt.  But what you were about to doâŠwhat you obviously WANT to doâŠ?  Thatâs a completely different story.  I just canât do it.â His mouth said one thing, but his eyes and his bulging crotch said something completely different.  All I needed to do was keep pressing him.  "Yes you can.  Dad, you deserve to be treated right by someone who can satisfy your needs.  Iâm that person.  I know how to make you feel good and feel loved.  I want to do it.  All you have to do is let me.â "I canât let you do it, Son.  I just canât.  I canât betray your mother that way.â âYou mean the way she betrayed you?!  All of these long hours sheâs working and these sudden business trips out of town⊠ You donât call that betrayal!?  This is the time of your lives when youâre supposed to spend time together.  Instead, she alienates you and pushes you away.  You have me sitting in front of youâŠright here.  I want to treat you the way she should be treating you.  Canât you see that?â  My cock REALLY was in control.  What I was about to do, I couldnât ever imagine doing with just any guy.  I stood up pulled my shirt off, slipped off my shoes and pulled my pants off.  There I stood in the living room in front of my dadâŠin nothing but my boxer-briefsâŠ.my tented boxer-briefs, which contained a raging hard-on.  "Look at me, Dad.  Canât you see how much I want you?  How can you use her as an excuse when sheâs not here to satisfy you and I AM?â Dad just sat there, looking back and forth between my face and my crotch.  I could see the war going on in his mind.  A big part of him desperately wanted to have sex with me.  But he didnât want to betray his marriage vowsâŠespecially not with another manâŠand not with his own son.  I decided to make up his mind for him.  I reached out and pulled him to his feet, looking him in his eyes, I leaned up and kissed him again.  I put my arms around his waist and pressed us against each other.  He could feel my hard-on pressing against him and I could feel his, trapped in his slacks.  As our tongues crashed against each other in our mouths, I moved my hands down and cupped his ass cheeks, massaging them.  He mimicked my motions, first putting his hands around my waist and then rubbing my ass. I pulled back from our kiss and, looking him in the eyes and smirking, I once again brought my hands back up to his dress shirt buttons.  I began to unbutton them again.  This time, I met with no resistance.  While my hands were at work, he lifted his arms up and undid the buttons on his shirt cuffs.  I pulled his shirt tail out of his pants and pushed it off of his shoulders and onto the floor.  I had to take a step back and marvel at the display of masculinity in front of me.  At 56, he had to be THE sexiest man Iâd ever seen.  His hair-covered pecs were still well-developed from the time he spent working out.  He by no means had six-pack abs, but you could tell by looking at his stomach that he still kept in shape. And his nipplesâŠ.God, I wanted to take one of them in my mouth that instant.  Both were erect and tasty-looking.  I reached up with both of my hand and started rubbing his pecs, letting his chest hair flow through my fingers.  "Damn, Dad.  You are one fucking sexy man!â He broke any tension that might be left with his smile and said, âLike you said.  Thereâs no man sexier than me, right?â âTHATâS the truth!â  I leaned in and we kissed again, him now kissing me with absolutely no hesitation.  I again moved my mouth down to his neck and started tonguing it.  From his moans, I could tell it was driving him crazy.  While I was doing this, I unbuckled his belt, took it off, and undid & unzipped his slacks. âSon, IâŠâ I pulled back from his neck and interrupted.  "Uh-uh.  You are NOT stopping this now!â "Are you kidding me?  Not for anything in this world.  He put his arms around me, pulled me to himâŠour bare chests rubbing together and kissed me.  I just wanted to say that IâŠI donât know what to do.  Iâve never done this before⊠ You knowâŠwith another guy.â Damn he was adorable with that bashful look on his face.  "Donât worry about it, Dad.  Just let me take care of you.  You donât have to do anything you donât want to do.  I think youâll find that many things will come to you naturally, though.â  I reached up and rubbed one of his nipples with my finger, causing him to jerk and moan. "God, Son.  Thatâs my spot.  My nips must be wired to my cock.â âSpeaking of⊠ Why donât we finish getting you out of these pants?â He took over for me and pushed them down to the floor, stepping out of them.  Now we were both only in our underwear.  Me in my boxer-briefs and he in his briefsâŠhis nicely packaged briefs.  "Why donât we head upstairs?â "What about our clothes?â  I questioned.  'WHAT ABOUT OUR CLOTHES?â  I had my sexy, stud father standing in front of me in only his underwear with a throbbing hard-on, wanting me to go upstairs with him and I was worried about our clothes!?  What the fuck was I thinking? âWeâll take care of them later.  Come with me.â  He took me by the hand and led me upstairs, me getting a nice view of his lovely ass as I walked up the stairs behind him.  We entered my parentsâ room and I was stunned at what I saw.  There were lit candles set up all around the room, as well as another bottle of champagne on ice, and a bowl of strawberries and whipped cream. âDad, what is all this?!â âIt was for your mother.  I assumed, obviously incorrectly, what this evening was going to be about.  I donât want you to feel like youâre getting leftovers, but I DO want to share this with you, SonâŠsince she doesnât want to share it with me.â âAre you sure about this?  I mean, if you would feel more comfortable going to my room, we can.â âNo, Son.  This night is about you and me.  I want to be with you here.â  We kissed again and, as I pulled back, I noticed his wedding ring on his left hand.  I pulled his hand to me and touched the ring. âDad, if tonight is about you and me, then I want it to be ONLY about us.â  I pulled the ring off of his finger.  "Tonight, you donât belong to her. Tonight, youâre mine.â  He watched me as I took his wedding ring and put it in the top drawer of one of the nightstands by the bed.  Before I could turn around, I felt Dad walk up behind me, put his arms around my waist and kiss me on the neck.  I melted back into him, feeling his chest against my back and his hard, underwear-covered cock press against my ass as he kissed & tongued my neck.  I turned my head and my mouth found his for another round of tongue slashing.  I broke our kiss and turned to face him. "I thought you said you didnât know what to do, stud.â  I rubbed his chest with my hands, being sure to give attention to each of his nipples. He gave me an embarrassed smile and said, âI thought you might like that. Was I wrong?â âNo.  Not at all.  I loved it.  I love anything that has to do with you and I being naked together like this.â âWell, technically, weâre not naked yet.â I looked at us both still in our underwear and grinned at him evilly.  âLetâs remedy that now.â  Our mouths met for another passionate, tongue-filled kiss.  I kissed my way down his neck to his chest and kissed my way over to each of his nipples.  When I was working on one with my tongue, I was pinching and rubbing the other one with my fingers.  From his moans, I knew he was enjoying every minute of it. âOhhhhh fuck, Son.  Youâre driving me crazy with your tongue.â âIf you think that feels good, Dad, you ainât seen nothing yet!â  I knelt down on the carpet, my face directly in front of what Iâd lusted after for so many years.  He placed his hand on my shoulder and I looked up at his face.  To see him staring down at me with lust in his eyesâŠwith the flickering candlelight playing on his face.  Damn!  He looked even more sexy that way. âSon, I want you to know that what youâre about to doâŠI want it.  In fact, I want it very much.  But I want you to know that you donât have to.  What weâve done so far has been much more than I ever expected or feel like I deserve.  I donât want you to do something that youâre going to regret later on.â His concern for my mental well-being was not only adorable, but so fucking sexy.  I wasnât even going to acknowledge that statement with a response, though.  I smiled at him, rubbed his thigh lovingly and then went to work.  I could see the outline of his cock throbbing in his underwear.  I stroked it through the fabric with my right hand, hearing him gasp.  I looked up to see him standing with his head thrown back in pleasure.  Wow!  It HAS been a long time since heâs had sex⊠ After stroking it a few more times, I leaned forward and started licking the head through the fabric.  His cock jerked the moment my tongue touched it.  I could tell he wasnât expecting me to do this. âOh shiiiiiit!  Damn, Son!â âOh.  You like that, do you?â  I smirked, knowing the answer would be a definitive yes. âFuck yeah!â  He said.  I knew because it had been a while since heâd had sex, he wouldnât last very long.  It was time to skip the rest of the preliminaries and get down to business.  I reached up and pulled his underwear down to the floor.  None of the countless fantasies Iâd had over the years couldâve prepared me for the sight in front of me.  Out popped the most beautiful cock Iâd ever seen.  It had to be at least seven and a half inches long with a half-mushroom head on it, jutting out above a very full-looking nut-sack.  I was truly mesmerized.  I was having this effect on the one man the I have admired, loved, looked up to, AND desired for so many years⊠ It was almost too much to take.  After a few moments, my fatherâs voice brought me back to life. âHarry?  Son?  Are you okay?â I looked up at him, âYeah, Dad.  Iâm MORE than okay.â  I reached up and started stroking his cock.  I heard him take a deep breath and felt his cock jerk at my touch.  Wow, he DEFINITELY wouldnât last long.  "Dad, why donât you lay down on the bed? As he turned to move over to the bed, I admired his nice ass.  I didnât want to scare my dad off with TOO much tonight, but at some point in the near future, I knew I had to have my face buried in that ass.  There he lay on the bedâŠsuch a gorgeous sight with his muscular, hairy chest and rock hard dickâŠturned to look at me with such a sexy, lustful, smoldering look on his face.  How in the fuck could my mom ever reject this man?!  If he were mine, Iâd NEVER kick him out of bed, much less alienate him from me emotionally.  In that moment, I made a decision.  My mother was going to be in Seattle for a week.  I was going to make tonight so good for my father that heâd beg me to share their bed with him every night this week.  By the time she got back, I was going to make certain he was ready to file for divorce from her.  I wanted to be the one sharing my fatherâs bed for the rest of his lifeâŠmaking him feel loved & desired. âSon?  I think youâre spacing out again.  Are you sure you want this?â âOh yeah, Dad.  I want this more than you know!â He then gave me another smoldering look and said, in a husky voice, âWell, then.  Get over here and show me.â I immediately pulled off my underwear and climbed onto the bed.  Kneeling alongside my father, I reached over and played with his ballsac with my left hand.  His eyes were glued to my erect cock.  "Man, Son⊠ Youâve developed into quite a man, havenât you?â I chuckled.  "At 31, Iâd hope so!â âLord!  How big is that THING?!â âItâs a little over 6 inches.â My dadâs eyes widened.  "SIX?!  I donât think thatâs right.  After weâre done here, weâll have to get out the tape measure.â "Hey, old man.  Why donât you stop worrying about the tape measure and let me do what I came here to do,â I taunted him.  "Thereâs a certain cock Iâve wanted to suck for years and youâre kinda keeping me from it with all of your chattering.â He grinned at me.  "You confident fuck.  Get to it!â  He grabbed his cock by the base and wagged it at me, taunting me right back.  I climbed in between my dadâs legs and knelt on the bed.  This really was a moment Iâd been waiting for for too many years to count.  I never thought this day would come.  But here I was, getting ready to suck my dadâs cockâŠand he was willingly going to let me do it.  Okay, so he was drunk.  But they say alcohol only lowers your inhibitions to give you the courage to do the things you wouldnât normally let happen when youâre sober, I reasoned.  That must mean that, on some level, my dad has wanted this to happen.  Enough rationalizing!  Iâve got a sexy hunk of man laying in front of me with a rock hard cock.  This is no time to be pondering the mysteries of life!  I grabbed my dadâs pulsing cock and jacked it a couple times.  Then, I leaned forward and licked around the head with my tongue.  His quick gasp and the jerk of his cock again reminded me that this wasnât going to be a time to savor his cock too much.  Later on, I would be able to take my time and give him a proper blow job.  I licked down the shaft to his balls and then took each one of them in my mouth separately and sucked on them briefly.  This had him writhing and moaning on the bed with pleasure.  I licked back up his cock to the head and then took it in my mouth.  Aside from a few rare times in the city over the past decade and my time earlier in the evening with Bob, I hadnât sucked much cock since high school.  But surprisingly, I was able to take it in about halfway.  I slowly brought my mouth back up toward dadâs cock head, licking the shaft with my tongue as I went.  I reached the head and flicked my tongue rapidly along the sensitive underside of the head.  Thatâs when my dad went over the moon⊠âOH FUCK, SON!  IâM GETTING READY TO COME!â  I suctioned my mouth to his cock, not wanting to lose a single drop of what was to come.  "SON!  IâM CUMMING!  TAKE YOUR MOUTH OFF!â  I didnât move a muscle.  Dad started shooting in my mouth.  "OHHHHH FUUUUUUUUCKKKKKK!â  It felt like it was coming in buckets.  I tried to swallow as quickly as he was blasting into my mouth, but it was a losing battle.  Cum quickly started to come out of both sides of my mouth.  Finally, I had to take my mouth off of his cock.  As my father lay panting on the bed - trying to regain his composure, I assume - I leaned back over and licked his cock clean of any remaining cum that didnât go into my mouth.  After I finished, I climbed up to the head of the bed and lay down next to Dad. âAre you all right, stud,â I asked, as I reached over and stroked his still heaving chest lovingly. He turned to look up at me.  "All right?  Hell, Iâm MORE than all right.  After that, Iâm better than Iâve felt in years!â  Suddenly, his the expression on his face changed from that of pure bliss to what Iâd call a mixture of gratitude and love.  He reached up with his right hand and stroked the side of my face, lovingly.  "Baby, what you just did for me tonightâŠ.it was AMAZING!  I love you, Son.â  With that, he guided my face down to his and kissed me passionately.  We must have lay there, kissing & exploring each othersâ bodies for at least 10 minutes.  Dad had been giving me a hand job for the last 3 minutes of that time when I abruptly ended our make- out session. âDad, Iâm about to shoot!â  And with that, I didâŠall over his torso and chest.  I think my load mustâve been as big as the one I got out of him.  He looked at me with a mock look of incredulity on his face. âSon, youâve made a mess on me!â I grinned at him and said evilly.  "I guess Iâll just have to clean you up, then.â  I instantly leaned down and went to work, licking my cum off of my fatherâs abs & chest. As I was finishing up, dad asked, with a slight bit of disgust in his voice, "Do you really like the taste of cum?â I looked up at him, âOh yeah!  But I have to say that yours tastes much better than mine.â âI just never thought it would taste good.  I canât imagine what it tastes like.â âWell, it really depends on what the person who makes it drinks and eats.  Here.  Why donât you sample yours?â  I leaned up and kissed him, with a generous dose of his cum still in my mouth.  As I flicked my tongue into his mouth and dropped the load of his cum, I ended the kiss and looked at him as he swallowed it.  "Well?â He looked as if he was trying to process what exactly his cum tasted like.  But finally, he answered me.  "Not bad.  Not bad at all!â It was then that I noticed the untouched bowl of strawberries & whipped cream sitting on the opposite night stand.  I reached over and set it between the two of us on the bed.  "We shouldnât let this perfectly good bowl of strawberries go to waste!â  I grabbed one and acted like I was going to feed it to Dad.  At the last second, I put it in my own mouth instead. "Hey!  No fair!â I smirked at him.  "Allâs fair in love & strawberries, Dad.  Get your own!â He stuck his fingers into the whipped cream and brought them up to my mouth.  As I extended my tongue to lick it off of his fingers, he smeared the whipped cream onto my cheek. "Hey!â He examined my cheek and said, âHere.  Let ME clean it up for you.â  He leaned over and licked my cheek clean of the whipped cream, then moved over to my mouth and we began kissing again.  I was really liking this sexy, romantic, playful side of my dadâŠand really enjoying how into this evening he was.  I decided to take Dadâs lead and stuck my fingers into the whipped cream too.  This time, I spead some on each of his nipples and then coated his cock, which had grown rock hard again from all of our sex play. âOoops,â I said in a tone of mock surprise.  "Let me clean you up, stud.â "Go for it, Baby,â he said in a husky, sexy tone of voice.  Damn, my heart fluttered when he called me that.  I licked each nipple clean of the whipped creamâŠtaking extra time to lick and suck on those sexy erect nips, feeling the chest hair on my tongue too.  Then, I moved down and cleaned off his pulsating cock.  Damn!  Dad was insatiableâŠand I was insatiable for his cock.  I thought about asking Dad to fuck me.  I wanted it so badly.  But Dad had been reluctant to even go THIS far with me.  I realized that I needed to work my way up to fucking.  I resolved that, before the week was out, he will have fucked me more than once.  Instead, I proceeded to give my dad a slow blow job.  I licked the shaft up and down slowly and alternated between licking, sucking, and then licking & sucking his balls.  I thought about trying to tease his hole.  But again, I realized that I would have to work my way up to that.  After tonight, I knew my dad would be a willing participant in anything I wanted to do.  But I didnât want to scare him off by doing everything at once.  After about 20 minutes of edging him, I finally brought my dad to climax again in my mouth.  Yet again, he shot what seemed like buckets of cum.  And yet again, I wasnât able to swallow it all.  But I did clean most of it off of him with my tongue. I climbed up on the bed and laid down next to him again, with my head resting on his right pec, rubbing his left pec & nipple with my hand.  He brought his right arm up and rested it over my body.  "Dad, thank you!â He looked down at me, confused.  "For what?â âFor tonight.  You donât know how long Iâve wanted this.  I never thought it would happenâŠnot in a million years.  But it did.  And I have to thank you for making it even better than I couldâve imagined it would be.â âIf thereâs anyone who should be giving thanks here, itâs me.  I know many people would say what happened here tonight was wrong.  But, Son, you made love to me tonight in a way that I donât think Iâve EVER been made love to.  I came twice in the span of 45 minutes.  YOU did that for meâŠmy own son.  Before tonight, all I knew was that I was straight and a frustrated man in an unhappy marriage.  The idea of having sex with a man, never even crossed my mind.  Thank you, Son.  Thank you for making me feel like a man again.â I took my head off of his chest and looked up at him.  "I love you, Dad.â "I love you too, Baby.â  With that, we began kissing againâŠand I donât think we stopped making out and touching each other for another 20 minutes.  Damn, this was going to be a fun week, if I had anything to say about it. Dad ended the making out and somehow became practical.  "Babe, Iâm getting sleepy.  Maybe we should clean everything up and get to sleep.â "We can clean all of the dishes and everything else tomorrow.  Letâs just blow out these candles and go to sleep.â âDeal!â With that, we got up and blew out all of the lit candles in the room.  I wanted to stay with him, in his bed tonight, but I didnât want to assume that thatâs what heâd want.  I started to leave the room when he called after me. âWhere do you think youâre going, Babe?â I turned to look at him.  "I wasnât sure if youâd want me in here with you tonight, thatâs all.â He lifted up the covers and patted the mattress.  "Get in here, Baby.  Iâm not letting you out of my sight tonight.â Oh fuck, was I falling in love with this man!  I climbed into bed next to him and backed up so that my back & ass were pressed against his hairy chest & crotch.  He put his left arm over me as if he were protecting me and then kissed me on the cheek.  "Good night, Son.â "Good night, Dad.â  I turned my head and our mouths pressed together for a quick tongue-powered good night kiss before we turned back and drifted off to sleep. The last thing I remember thinking before I fell asleep was how much fun this week alone with Dad was going to be. To be continuedâŠ
