Hereâs the final chapter of one of my favorite stories from the Nifty Archive. Â Thought Iâd post it here for you, in case you havenât read it already. Â Iâm posting it with the authorâs permission. Â Be sure to check out Parts 1-7 by searching for #romanticevening.
Romantic Evening For Two
Part 8
As it turned out, Dadâs visit over the weekend was nothing more than thatâŚa visit.  The morning after we spent most of the night in bed, making love, we had a serious talk. Nothing had changed between the two of us.  In fact, if anything, Dad had grown more certain that the best thing for both he and my mom was for their marriage to end.  BUT, as with anything in life, taking that first step toward a life-altering change wasnât proving to be easy for him.  He and my mom hadnât yet had that serious conversation about their marriage. Couple that with the fact that Mom was yearning to have her family back together again, however briefly.  Given that I had moved back to the city while she was in Seattle on business, she had missed out on some family time before I left home again to make my way in the world.
âDad, you know you canât keep putting this off.â
âI know, Harry. Â Itâs just more difficult than I thought it would be.â
âBelieve me, Dad.  I understand. But let me ask you thisâŚdo you still want us to explore the possibility of a future together?â
âYou know I do, Son.â Â After he said that, he pulled me to him and gave me one of the sexiest, most passionate kisses heâd ever given me.
After breaking the kiss - and catching my breath - I looked him square in the eye. Â "Then you know you have to talk to her and start the process of ending your marriage. You canât have us both. Â Itâs not fair to either of us.â
"Youâre right, Son. Â And I will. Â But thereâs one thing I need you to do first.â
I rubbed my hand across his chest, feeling the hair spread across it. âYou know Iâd do anything for you, Dad. Â Just ask.â
âCome back home next weekend for a visit.â
âWhat? Â I thought we both agreed that I shouldnât be there when you two talk about things.â
âWe did.  And I still donât think you should be there.  But your momâs missing youâŚmissing our family.  I want her to have one last weekend of family time. Then, after you come back here, Iâll talk to her.â
âDad, you know I love Mom so muchâŚâ
âThen, youâll do it?â
âOf course. Â If it means that it gets me one step closer to having you in this bed on a regular basis.â Â We began kissing again, which led to a full on lovemaking session. Â In fact, much of that weekend was one ongoing lovemaking session. Â Pretty soon, it was Sunday afternoon and Dad left to go back home.
I missed him, but was able to turn my attention to work to pass the time. Even though I had turned Peterâs advances down after he had finished interviewing me for my job, I would still catch him eyeing me from time to time when Iâd pass him in the hallway. Â In fact, maybe âoglingâ would be a better word to use than 'eyeing.â Â Though I was mostly over the moon about the prospect of Dad being in my life as my lover in the very near future, one thing was tugging at the back of my mind. Intellectually, I knew it was nothing more than the gay version of an old wivesâ tale, but I needed to get the point of view of another gay man on the subject. Â Peter was already aware that Iâm gay, so I decided I would talk with him. Â After business hours, I walked down to his office, stuck my head in and knocked on the door to let him know I was standing there.
Peter glanced up from his computer screen. Â "Harry! Â Hey! Iâve been meaning to stop you in the hallway and ask. Â Howâs the job going so far?â
"Everythingâs been great so far, Peter. Â Thanks for asking. Â Iâm settling in to the job nicely. Â Thanks again for giving me this opportunity.â Â I couldnât tell for certain, but from the view I had of his crotch, I started to wonder if I had interrupted him watching porn.
âHey, you deserve it! Â And from what I hear, Tina and everyone else in the R&D section are really impressed with your work. Â What can I do for you?â
âI donât usually like to talk about too much of my personal life here at work. Â But because you know about my sexual preference, I was wondering if I might ask your opinion about something.â
âSure thing, Harry. Â Why donât you close the door?â Â I turned and closed the door. Â When I turned around, I got confirmation that my suspicions were correct. Peter was standing up and his crotch was tented out obscenely. Â He obviously saw me staring. Â "You like what you see, Son?â
"Oh yeah!â Â I really DID like the way his slacks were bulging out. Â But I needed to make sure he knew that I hadnât used asking him a question as a pretext to come into his office and have sex with him. Â "Itâs too bad that I have plans this evening.â
I could see the look of disappointment in Peterâs eyes.  I hated lying to him, but until things were decided between Dad and I, I didnât feel right having sex with anyone else.  "Oh.  So you really DO want to get my opinion on somethingâŚâ
âYes. Â Iâm sorry for confusing you, Peter.â
âNo, no. Â Itâs quite all right. Â You made your intentions toward me clear the day of the interview. Â But Iâll repeat what I told you that day. Â If you change your mind, all you have to do is say the word.â
His persistence put a smile on my face. âIâll keep that in mind.â Peter motioned for me to sit at the round conference table in the corner of his office and he joined me there. âPeter, as I mentioned the day of my interview, Iâm in a relationship with someone.â
âYes, I remember.  I hope the bastard knows just how lucky he isâŚif I can be so bold as to say that to you.â
âOur relationship is his first with another guy,â I continued, not acknowledging Peterâs flattery.  "And I have a concernâŚâ
"I see. Â And this is what you need my opinion on?â
âYesâŚthat is, if itâs not too much of an imposition to ask you.â
âNot at all! Â Iâm glad to give any input, if I can. Â What concerns you about the relationship?â
âIâm sure youâve heard the rule when it comes to gay relationshipsâŚ'The one who brings you out isnât the one you spend the rest of your life withâ.â
Peter grinned at me.  "Ah yes. I know it wellâŚitâs a distant cousin of the rule that says you never end up marrying your high school sweetheart.â
"Peter, I know this is nothing more than a sayingâŚand there are exceptions to every rule.  I REALLY like this guyâŚbut I donât want to jump into this relationship with both feet if heâs only going to end up leaving me for greener pastures in a few months.â  It was the first time Iâd vocalized this concern.  I know Dad loves me as a lover.  But Iâve seen more than one friend start a relationship with a newly-out-of-the-closet guy, only to have things end a few months later because the guy wanted to see what else was out there for him.  In other words, the cork didnât just pop out of the bottle, it EXPLODED out of the bottleâŚand landed on practically every guy in sight! I didnât want that to happen to Dad and I.
âHarry, you may not like what Iâm about to say to you. Â But just because itâs an old wivesâ tale, doesnât mean itâs entirely untrue. Â If this guy is new to hot, sweaty, man-on-man sex, he may have some catching up to do to get everything out of his system.â
âYou arenât saying anything that hadnât already crossed my mind.â
âThis doesnât mean you have to break up with him.  I have a suggestionâŚsomething that a friend of mine who was in a similar situation tried several years agoâŚâ
âDid it work, Peter?â
He smiled at me. Â "Iâll say this. Â The two of them are still together, all these 14 years later.â
"What did your friend and his partner do?â
âThey decided to date for a year before becoming serious with each other. Â They were both allowed to see other people while they were dating. Â Then, at the end of a year, they sat down together and decided whether or not they wanted to get serious or if they wanted to stop seeing each other altogether. Â My friendâs partner told him that having that year to see what it would be like to date other men helped him ultimately make up his mind that he wanted to be in a committed relationship.â
âThat actually sounds like a good idea. Â I think I might try suggesting that to my special guy.â
âI hope it works out for you. Â Because, if it doesnât, you know Iâm always here.â
I smiled at him and made my way to his office door. Â "Thanks, Peter!â Â I walked out into the hallway without acknowledging his pass at me.
That weekend, I went back home to have one final âFamily Weekendâ with my mom and dad before the beginning of the end of their marriage commenced. Â It was nice to see Mom again, but the whole weekend was awkward. Â All I wanted was to be in Dadâs arms. Â The worst part was at night, knowing that theyâd be sharing a bed, not he and I. Â Though we had a few fleeting stolen moments together to exchange quick kisses and cop a few good feels, the weekend was mostly spent with the three of us sharing time as a family.
That Sunday night, I returned to my condo in the city not knowing when Dad was planning on talking to Mom. Â However, I got the answer when Dad showed up on my doorstep on Wednesday evening. Â It turns out that he sat Mom down to talk with her about the state of their marriage the same night I left to return to the city. Â Thankfully, their talk was amicable. Â Momâs no fool. Â She knew as well as Dad did that the two of them had been growing apart for many years. She was just as ready to move on with her life as he was. Â Obviously, she wasnât told about Dadâs relationship with me or that wouldnât have been the case. Â Dad said he immediately moved into my old room and began to get his affairs in order. They had agreed that he should stay on for a couple weeks so that they could work out the terms of their separation and divorce. Â However, Dad told me that he ended up deciding that he couldnât stay there anymore. He told my mom that he was going to come stay with me for a little while and they could work out the details of their divorce by phone and mail.
That same night, I sat Dad down on the couch and laid out Peterâs idea about a one-year trial dating period. Â Weâd continue to have sex, but weâd live more like roommates than lovers. Weâd sleep in separate bed and each date other guys. Â At first Dad seemed skeptical about the idea, but the more I talked to him about it and impressed upon him that I thought it would be a big key to us having a lasting relationship, he agreed to give it a try. Â Of course, that night, we made love. Â But starting the next day, he moved his stuff into my guest bedroom and we began devising a way to begin living the single life.
As the months rolled by, Dad and I continued to live like roommatesâŚroommates who had sex with each other several times a month.  We each saw other guys.  Of course, as is the case with any set of roommates, we developed a schedule to minimize the number of times weâd run into each other with a date.  It was hard to see Dad with other guysâŚand he told me often that he felt the same way about seeing me with other men.  But we both knew what we were doing was the right thing if we were truly going to be together in the end.
I dated guys from workâŚeven rendezvousing with Peter a couple times.  Work friends also set me up on a several dates.  More than once, Mike, my married locker room friend from Dadâs gym back home was in the city on business and we would get together for dinner and sex. It never failed.  Every single guy I went on a date with couldnât believe I lived with my father.  The phrase 'doesnât he cramp your style when it comes to sex?â was uttered more times than I can count.  If only they knew that cramping my sex life was the LAST thing my father did⌠ Rick even came to visit once.  I have to say, THAT was an awkward visit in more ways than one.  Dad knew all about Rick and IâŚand how Rick felt about me.  I could definitely feel the tension in the air as the two of them shook hands when Rick stopped by our apartment to pick me up for dinner. Dinner was awkward because I could tell that Rick was still holding on to feelings for meâŚeven though I explained to him my one-year arrangement with Dad.  We did go back to his hotel room that night after dinner and tried to have sex, but the magic just wasnât there.  I was worried about leading him on and he knew no relationship would ever come from us being together that night.  The next day, he went back home and we decided that, although we still wanted to try to remain friends, it was best that we not talk to or see each other for awhile.
Dad dated guys he met at his fitness club and from a "gay retireeâ social organization he joined shortly after moving in with me. Â Jim also visited a few times, giving him and Dad a chance to reconnect. Â I knew how special Jim was to Dad and was no longer jealous of their bond. Â In fact, with Dadâs permission, I even spent a night with Jim, fulfilling an unspoken fantasy both of us had for many years. Though I suspected Dad had engaged in his share of threesomes, he and I never got together with Jim at the same time. Iâm more of a 'one-on-oneâ kinda guy. I could tell that Dad was enjoying his new life as a single gay man. Â Though part of me was nervous that heâd enjoy the single life too much and decide, at the end of our one-year arrangement, heâd rather continue on as a single man, I was mostly happy for him. Â Truth be told, I was enjoying the opportunity to engage in an openly gay life that had eluded me since I left home for college 14 years ago. Â Besides, when Dad and I would have our alone time, I saw in his eyes how much he loved me. Â The love between us as he fucked me or we cuddled in bed on the nights we werenât otherwise occupied told me that a future with him was still practically a given.
One of the more awkward dates I went on took place near to the end of the yearlong experiment that Dad and I had undertaken. Â Mike was in town for another business trip. Â We went to dinner like usual, but something seemed 'offâ with him. Â I noticed early on that he wasnât wearing his wedding ring any longer. Â I decided not to say anything right then. Â Mike was pretty open with me. Â I was certain heâd bring it up before we parted ways the next morning. Â Mike had told me months earlier that he and his wife werenât even sleeping in the same bedroom anymore and that he had begun seeing men and exploring his attraction to other guys in earnest without her knowledge. Â I wondered if she had discovered one of his secret relationships and was threatening him with an acrimonious divorce. Â Surprisingly enough, the subject never came up for the rest of the evening. Â Dad was out on his own date, so Mike and I headed back to my apartment for the rest of the evening. Â I intended to ask him about his mood, but something else 'came upâ before I had a chance to broach the subject. Â After a particularly passionate round of sucking, fucking, and making out, we lay side-by-side in my bed, regaining our breath. Â Other than my father, no man could make me feel the way Mike made me feel when we were in bed together. Â As we lay in bed, me stroking his hairy chest as we drifted off to sleep, I felt content and hoped Mike and I would always stay in touch.
The next morning is when the awkwardness really set in. Â After partaking in some early morning sex, Mike and I were sitting at the dining room table having a quick breakfast before he had to catch his flight back home, when he finally brought up why he had been so distracted the night before at dinner.
âHarry, Iâve left my wife!â he blurted out all of the sudden.
âLast night at dinner, I saw you werenât wearing your wedding ring anymore,â I admitted. Â "What happened?â
"I told you that weâve been drifting apart for a long time. Â Two weeks ago, she sat me down and told me that sheâs met someone she wants to be involved with. Â I have to admit, Harry, I was relieved! Â You know how trapped Iâve been feeling ever since you and I met in the locker room at the gym that day.â
âSo, thatâs it? Â You agreed to part ways? Â Is there any bad blood between the two of you?â
âNo.  Weâve agreed to an amicable divorceâŚfor the sake of us and our girls.  I told her that Iâve met someone who I want to be involved with too.â
I got an incredulous look on my face. Â "So you lied to her! Â I guess telling her about the parade of guys youâve been fucking for almost a year wouldnât exactly get you that amicable divorce, would it?â
"It wasnât a lie.  I HAVE met someone I want to become involved withâŚsomeone more special to me than the random guys I mess around with.â
Inside, I was feeling a little jealous because of the special way Mike made me feel.  But I was also truly excited for him.  I felt like I had been with him along the way for the better part of his sexual discovery. It gave me a sense of satisfaction to see that he had met a man he wanted to settle down with.  "Who is this lucky guy?â  Mike looked at me and seemed to be searching for the right words to say.  His cheeks also started to turn a shade of deep red.  It was an odd thing to see.  He always came off as the typical masculine, alpha maleâŚso sure of himself and everything else in his life.  To see him at a loss for words was rare indeed.  "Come on, man!  Donât hold out on me.  Iâm not going to try and seduce him away from you!â I needled him.
âI wanted to say something last night at dinner.  But, it didnât seem like the appropriate conversation to have in the middle of the restaurant.  Then, I wanted to talk about it when we got back here last night.  But we ended up getting down to doing what we do best with each other.  NowâŚI canât get on that plane this morning without telling you.â
âWhat? Â Whoâs this guy thatâs got you so uncharacteristically nervous and shy?â First he averted his eyes, but then quickly returned his gaze to mine.
âIâm sorry?â  I had heard him as clear as day, but I somehow wasnât able to process what he had just told me.  Though, other than my father, Mike was my dream man, I had long ago resigned myself to the fact that we would never be more than friends with benefits because he was marriedâŚand I was certain heâd never divorce his wife.  And now, I was truly certain that Dad was the man I wanted to be withâŚno ifs ands or buts about it.  Mike and I couldnât possibly have a future together!
âYou heard what I said. Â Listen, I know this is bad timing.â
I mumbled under my breath, âYou got THAT right!â
Mike continued, not hearing my last remark. Â "You already have a guy youâre seriously interested in. Plus, youâre living with your Dad and helping him get used to being single again.â Â He looked around the apartment as if he was scared Dad was going to appear out of nowhere. Â "Thank God he isnât here to overhear me putting the moves on his son. Â He probably wouldnât appreciate me trying to come between you and your man.â
I grinned at him. Â "No, he wouldnât at that.â Â If Mike only knew Dad WAS my man. Â "Mike,â I continued. Â "You know how I feel about you. Â And if weâd had this conversation about a year ago, things might be very different for you and I. Â But Iâm too invested in the man Iâm seeing. Â I love him too much to leave him at this point.â Â I saw a dejected look cross Mikeâs face. Â "Are you and I going to be okay?â
Mike smiled at me, but I could tell he was covering up his feelings. âOh yeah. Â Definitely! Â I knew it was a long shot, telling you how I feel. Â I care about you a lot, Harry. Â I want you to be happy. Â If this guy is going to do that for you, then Iâm all for it!â
âGood! Â And I want you to know that the guy you DO end up settling down with is going to be one lucky son of a bitch. Â Youâre everything a guy looks for in a man. Â Still friends?â Â I extended my hand to him, but instead of taking it, he got up from the table, pulled me up to a standing position, and then hugged me.
âStill friends!â Â After a quick friendly kiss, we parted. Â "I should go or Iâm going to miss my flight.â
"You sure you donât need a ride to the airport?â
âNah! Â Iâll just take the subway.â Â My apartment building was nearest to the line that ran straight to the airport, so it wouldnât be any problem for Mike to get there easily. Â "Tell your dad I said bye.â
"I will. Â Call me the next time youâre in town?â
âSure thing!  Weâll get together next time.â  Mike smiled at me and then walked out the door.  It was many months before I saw him again.  He never did call me the next time he was in town on business.  But thatâs because both of our lives had changed so much in the meantime.  Mike DID meet another great guy and their relationship had gotten very seriousâŚbut thatâs a story for another time.
For the next few weeks, neither Dad nor I spent much time with any other guys. Except for the weekend before our 'year-long experimentâ was to end, we mostly kept each other company. Â That last weekend, Dad invited Jim up. Â I hoped it was so that they could have one last special weekend together before Dad committed himself to me, but I didnât want to assume anything.
âIâm going to rent a hotel suite for Jim and I. Â You can have the apartment for yourself to have one final tryst before the year is up and we have to make a decision about us,â Dad said to me.
âActually, Iâm not going to see anyone this weekend. Â I might just hang out here and watch movies.â
âReally?â Â Dad looked a little shocked.
âYeah. Â I have no need to spend time with any of my regular guys.â Â I wanted Dad to know what my 'decision about usâ already was without appearing too needy or clingy.
He smiled at me, but played it cool himself. Â "Suit yourself!â were his exact words.
That Saturday, halfway through the day, I had just started watching Indiana Jones & The Last Crusade. Â Not only did I feel a certain kinship with Harrison Ford, since we have the same first name, but he was also one of my favorite celebrity fantasies. What a damn sexy man he was when he was making those Indiana Jones movies. Â He still IS a pretty sexy man, to be perfectly frank. Â I already knew Iâd have to wait to see Cowboys And Aliens until it comes out on DVD. Â Fine-ass Daniel Craig and sexy Harrison Ford in the same movie together? Â There was no way Iâd be able to sit among other people and watch it without feeling the overpowering urge to unzip and jack off right there in the movie theater. Â Anyway, Dad unexpectedly walked into the apartment.
"Forget something?â Â I turned momentarily away from the TV to look at him.
âNo. Â My weekend with Jim is over.â Â He didnât seem particularly upset. Â I quickly realized that there had to be much more to the story.
âIs everything okay?â Â I paused the movie and turned my undivided attention to him.
âYeah. Â Weâre both fine. Â We had a nice time last night. Â But today Jim told me that heâs met a guy and theyâve been seeing each other for a few weeks. I could tell by the way Jim was talking about him that heâs fallen hard for this guy. Â I told Jim that I didnât think it was right for he and I to fool around while his heart is with this new guy. Â He agreed, so we decided to end the weekend early.â
âIâm sorry you and Jim couldnât have more time together. Â But Iâm glad heâs met someone.â
âYou mean, so heâll stop trying to win me away from you?â Dad winked at me to show me he was just teasing me. Â He knew I was no longer insecure about his special connection with Jim.
âI didnât say that!â
âUh-huh!â Â Dad kept grinning at me like the cat that ate the canary. Â "So, would you like some company or do you and Harrison want to be alone?â
I moved over to make some space for him on the couch.  "In this case, three isnât a crowd!â Dad sat next to me on the couch and I leaned back against him so my back was on his chest.  He wrapped his arms around me and thatâs how we spent the next two hours.  There was no sex playâŚjust a nice day on the couch in my manâs arms, watching movies together.
The next Friday evening, I came home from a particularly grueling and stressful day at work greeted by a candlelit dinner for two.  Dad was dressed up similarly to the way he was on that night over a year ago when we first had sex.  Even though this dinner was a complete surprise to me, I was sure he had prepared it with the knowledge that I wouldnât flake out on him like my mom had that night.  We both knew what this evening was the culmination of.  But neither of us spoke anything about itâŚat least not right away.
After dinner was done, I started to take my dirty dishes to the kitchen. âDad, dinner was magnificent! Thank you for such a wonderful evening.â Â Dad touched my arm.
âThe dishes can wait.  Weâll take care of them later.  Letâs go sit on the couch.â  I was having the strangest feeling of dĂŠjĂ vu from our first night together.  After we sat down, Dad continued talking.  "Son, even though looking back, I now see that this year has been necessary for both of us, it was the hardest year Iâve spent in a long time. It wasnât easy parading dates in and out of this apartment right in front of you AND watching you do the same. Iâve spent time with many guys over the past year, but none of them hold a candle to what you and I share.  Iâve made my decision.  I want us to stop being roommates, Harry.  I want us to be loversâŚand I want us to be exclusive.â At that moment, my heart jumped so far into my throat, I thought it might come out of my mouth!  I was overjoyed to hear those words! "Though I flatter myself to assume that I already know your decision, Iâd like to hear you say it. Son, what have you decided?â
Instead of telling him, I decided to show him. Â I leaned forward and pressed my mouth to his. Â He didnât kiss me right away, as if he was expecting me to actually say to him that I wanted the same thing he did. Â But soon enough, he got the picture and began returning my kisses. Â After a make-out session of several minutes, Dad stopped us.
âYou never DID actually say what your decision is.â
I looked at him and smirked. Â "Letâs put it this way, Dad. Â Last night was THE last night youâll be spending in your bedroom. Tonight and every night from here on out, my bed is going to be OUR bed.â
Dad stood up and extended his hand to me, pulling me to my feet. "Well then⌠ Why donât we get to OUR bedroom?â  With that, we began kissing and undressing each other as we made our way slowly to the bedroomâŚdropping clothes in our wake. When we got to the bedroom door, I saw a familiar set-upâŚcandles lit and a bowl of strawberries and whipped cream on one of the nightstands.  On one hand, it was a pretty bold move of him to set this up in advance.  For all he knew, I couldâve told him that, even though I loved him, I wanted to be single.  I turned to look at him.  "The last time we did this, Harry, you were getting your motherâs sloppy seconds. This time, itâs all for you, Baby. I love you, Harry.â
"I love you too, Tim.â Â I felt that, in this case, calling him by his name instead of 'dadâ was more appropriate. Â I walked to the bed, lay down and turned on one side to face him. Â He stood framed in the doorway, candlelight flickering across his naked body, with his hard cock pointing out toward me. Â His hair had gone completely gray by now and his chest hair had started to turn salt and pepper. Â But my dad was still the sexiest man I had ever known. Â He followed me to the bed and we spent the whole night making love. Â In fact, we spent most of that weekend in bed together.
From then on, Dad and I were practically inseparable.  Of course, we DID each lead our own life.  But we were head over heels in love with each other and fiercely loyal to each other.  To the outside world, we were still Tim Morris and Harry MorrisâŚfather and son. But inside our apartment, we shared our lives and our bed.  More than one of our friends would remark that one of us should move out so that we could both spread our wings and live our lives.  We would just respond that neither of us were ready to be 'pushed out of the nestâ just yet.
A few times afterward, I did make trips back home to see Mom.  She would ask how Dad was doing.  At first, it was very awkward.  On the inside, I wanted to scream out how I had met and was sharing my life with a wonderful man who loved me.  But I couldnât do that.  It would kill Mom to know that the man I was in love with was my father and her ex-husband.  Eventually, Mom met another manâŚa really good guy named Bill.  She finally retired from her job and they spend most of their time traveling.  He treats her well and I can tell that theyâre both happy together.
Things eventually changed for Dad and I too.  After many years of pretending that we were just any typical father and son, we were finally able to live openly as lovers.  After 10 years at the same Jentech office, I was promoted to head of the R&D department at the companyâs offices in New YorkâŚabout a thousand miles away from where we were currently living.  Dad and I found a nice loft in Greenwich Village within our price range and immediately put a down-payment on it.  Shortly before Moving Day, we sat down and decided that, when we got to New York, weâd stop being father and son.  We would meet new people and make new friends.  It was the perfect time to 'start overâ without the baggage from the past.
When we moved to New York and started becoming involved in the social scene, we introduced ourselves simply as Tim and Harry, saying weâd been partners for more than a decade. Â Many of our new friends and acquaintances would remark how closely we resembled each other. Â When that happened, one of us would turn the observation into a joke, diffusing the situation by saying something like, âYou know how they say pets often start to resemble their owners after awhile? Â It works the same way with a gay couple!â
My relationship with Dad didnât start out easy and it hasnât been easy over the years either.  But after all is said and done, we work through any problems that may come our way and we love each other more fiercely as each day goes by.  Iâm not going to end this story by saying something cheesy like, ââŚand Iâd better finish typing this chapter because heâs impatiently waiting for me to join him in bed right now and slide down on his raging hard-on,â  But Dad and I are still together today.  Weâre both older and he doesnât have quite the sexual stamina that he used to.  But we love each other with a passion that cannot be matched.  No other man can make my heart skip a beat just by spooning me in bed and wrapping his arms around me.  Our love story isnât perfect.  But it turns out that a love story doesnât have to be perfect to be rightâŚand I found the man who was perfect for me!
I hope youâve enjoyed this story as much as I did the first time (of many times) I read it. Here is the link to the actual stories on the Nifty Archive: http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/romantic-evening-for-two/