Romantic Evening for Two Pt. 05

"Oh no. We DO play golf and play tennis. But yes, we also have sex. GREAT sex, I might add! But, I shouldn't be talking with you about that." The image of Jim and some thirty something man all over each other, sweat streaming off their bodies was oddly arousing to me.

"Jim, that was an amazing story. I'm sorry that you went through that and I'm sorry that you didn't feel like you could come clean with me until now."

"I am too. But I feel better now, having told you. Now, I have something to ask you. A few minutes ago, you said the fact that I'm gay wouldn't change our friendship. Does that fact that I kept it from you all of these years change it?"

"Of course not, buddy. You're the same man I became friends with. The qualities that made me want to be your friend are still there. We're good!" I smiled at him.

"Great!" He smiled back at me, put his hand on my shoulder, and began rubbing my shoulder and neck. "You're a good man, Tim." I was definitely beginning to react to Jim's touch. I hadn't intended on telling Jim that Harry suspects he's attracted to me. But my growing cock in my pants made me think that maybe I should broach the subject after all.

"Jim, buddy... There's one other thing that I want to ask you about." Jim took his hand off of my shoulder and looked at me intently.

"Okay. Shoot! And this time, don't be nervous. After the conversation we just had, you can ask me anything." Don't be nervous. Yeah, right! It's not every day that a man asks his best friend if he's hot for him.

"Harry also told me that he thinks you've got the hots for me. I told him I didn't think it was true. I mean, he's not right, is he? You're not attracted to me!" I laughed. But again, it was nervous laughter, not because I thought anything was funny. Jim didn't say anything right away. Oh lord! To say that I'd just opened a Pandora's Box was an understatement. What had I just done!?

"Tim, Harry's not wrong about this either. I'm probably making a huge mistake by saying this. But a few minutes ago, I told myself I'd answer anything you might ask me truthfully. So yes. I think you're a very attractive, sexy man...among other, less superficial qualities. I've had feelings for you for many years now. If you were gay, I'd snap you up in a heartbeat. In fact, it's taking me every fiber in my being to restrain myself from leaning over and having my way with you right now."

I couldn't believe it. I'm sure my mouth must've been hanging wide open. Harry was right! My best friend wanted to have sex with me. Part of me wanted to tell him to get the hell out of my house. Not because I didn't want to be his friend anymore. No, quite the opposite. The biggest reason is because another part of me wanted things to go further and I couldn't allow that to happen. I couldn't betray Linda like that again. I couldn't betray Harry like that either. Can you believe it? I felt like I would not only be cheating on my wife, but on my son too. But then I thought about it some more. Last night, I told Harry that I'm not gay. After our past two passionate days together, I could see why he'd doubt that. In my mind, it all made sense. If I had sex with Jim and I hated it, it would prove that I certainly wasn't gay! My time with Harry these past two days has been nothing more than a father bonding with his son in a special way. Hell, it might even help me save my marriage! Okay. I know this all sounds like complete hogwash now. But in the moment, it all made perfect sense to me. I decided what I was going to do...for the sake of my marriage and my relationship with Harry. I turned and looked Jim in the eyes.

"What if you stopped?" Jim looked confused by my statement.

"Stopped? Stopped what?"

"What if you stopped restraining yourself?" Jim looked me in the eyes, a serious expression on his face.

"Tim, are you sure about this?" I didn't answer him verbally. I leaned toward him on the couch. I think he caught my drift because he met me halfway and our lips crashed against each other in a passionate kiss. For several minutes, we sat there on the couch, making out and exploring each other's bodies with our hands. We would alternate between kissing and licking each other's' neck and ears, always finding our way back to each other's mouth. Finally, Jim broke our make-out session. "Mmmmmm... You don't know how long I've wanted to do that with you."

"It's not over yet, buddy." I got up off of the couch and held my hand out for him to grab. I took his hand and pulled him to his feet. He stood and put his arms around my waist, gripping my ass and pulling our crotches together. He leaned in and we began kissing again. After a few moments, I ended the kissing. "Why don't we take this party upstairs?"

"Why, sir, I thought you'd never ask!" Jim said in his best imitation of Rhett Butler from 'Gone with the Wind'. Or, maybe he was trying to imitate Scarlett O'Hara. Anyway... Jim gave me a coy smile and we headed upstairs to the bedroom I shared with my wife...the bed I'd shared with Harry since his mother had left town on business. There we stood, in the middle of the room, kissing again. I could tell from the passion of Jim's kisses that he had indeed been waiting for a long time to do this with me. And I have to admit, though I started out doing this simply to prove to Harry - and myself - that I wasn't gay, I was getting very hot and bothered. Being close to Jim this way was a huge turn on. As he was kissing me, he began unbuttoning my shirt. As he pushed my shirt off of my shoulders, he began kissing and licking his way down my tongue to my hairy chest. "Damn, Tim... I've drooled over this chest for so many years. I never thought I'd ever get a chance to touch it like this," he said as his hands roamed over my pecs and his fingers rubbed and pinched my nipples.

"Just keep doing what you're doing, buddy. You're making me feel so damn good!" And he was. The sensations I was getting from Jim's touches were incredible. My hard cock was straining in my slacks. I was beginning to realize that my time with Harry wasn't just a one-off thing. Having sex with other men made me hot! So fucking hot! As Jim began licking my pecs and nipples, his hands began fiddling with my belt buckle. In no time, he had the buckle undone, my pants undone, and my pants and briefs around my ankles in a bunch. I guess he really WAS an expert at getting men out of their pants!

After I stepped out of my pants and underwear, Jim looked at me in the eyes intently. The only time he averted his eyes from me was to look down so he could grab my hard cock. As he slowly stroked it, he stared into my eyes and licked his lips. I didn't think it was possible, but my cock grew even harder. There was something incredibly sexy about having my best friend look deep into my eyes with such desire in his own eyes as he stroked my cock.

"Jim, you're driving me crazy. Please suck me!" At my request, Jim smirked at me.

"I knew I'd have you begging for more." That brought a smile to my face. Jim knelt on the floor and stopped stroking my dick. He began tonguing and sucking on my cock and balls with expert attention. Between him and Harry, I had had the best blowjobs ever over the past two days. Alternating between licking my shaft and sucking on my cock head, Jim was driving me wild. If I didn't stop him soon, he was going to make me cum. And I certainly didn't want that...at least not yet. This had started out as an attempt to prove I wasn't gay. But now I simply wanted this to last as long as possible. I pulled Jim to his feet.

"Hold on there, tiger. Let's make this last a little bit longer. I can think of somewhere else I want my load." I put my arms around his waist and rubbed his ass in his slacks to show him what I meant. Jim moaned with pleasure.

"Fuck, Tim. I want it there so fucking badly."

"Good. Then let's get you out of these clothes, stud." I reached up and started to unbutton his shirt, but he stopped me.

"Let me do that, Babe. I have a fantasy. You lie back on the bed and watch me strip for you."

I smiled at him and then did as he asked. I sprawled out of the bed, facing him and watched as he seductively unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it off of his shoulders to reveal his hairless chest with a swimmer's build. Jim wasn't overly muscular, but what he did have was tightly packed. He let his hands rove slowly over his chest, tweaking his nipples and rubbing his abdomen, while giving me a smoldering, seductive look. He moved his hands down and started rubbing the crotch of his pants. I could see the outline of his hard cock forming. For such a thin, tightly muscled guy, Jim sure looked to be packing a weapon in his pants. I was so certain that I wasn't gay, but the anticipation of seeing my best friend's hard cock was making my own cock pulse and throb against my stomach. Just about now, Jim had his pants undone and turned his back to me, seductively pushing his pants and underwear down. He gyrated his hips so that his ass wiggled back and forth.

"Fuck, man! You're driving me crazy, Jimmy." Jim turned around with a big smirk on his face. He pushed his pants down and stepped out of them slowly, his eyes locked on mine. My eyes drifted down to his crotch to see his cock jutting out toward me. God, it must've been over eight inches long! "Damn impressive, stud! Come over here and let me get that in my mouth." Jim came over to the bed and knelt on the mattress by my head. He smirked at me again.

"If you think you can handle it..."

"Oh, I wanna do more than handle it, stud." I reached out and began stroking his shaft with one hand and fondling his balls with the other. I leaned forward and began licking the head of his cock. I started using some of the technique I'd learned with Harry.

"Oh fuck, Tim. Where in the hell did you learn to do that?!" I certainly wasn't ready to tell him. But I could tell he was pleasantly surprised by the pleasure I was able to give him. After a few more minutes of sucking his cock and stopped and looked up into his eyes.

"Enough with the preliminaries, Jim. I want my cock in your ass. You ready for me?"

"Fuck yeah, stud! Like you wouldn't believe!" I reached over and pulled a condom and lube out of my nightstand drawer. After putting the condom on and spending a few minutes preparing Jim, I began rubbing my cock head against his eager hole. In no time, I was pushing my cock into him. There we were on the bed, him kneeling in front of me and me fucking my cock in and out of his ass. We both loved every minute of it! We tried a couple different positions, too I lay flat on the bed and him bouncing up and down on my cock, as well as him lying on his back and me pumping in and out of him while looking down into his eyes. I think that was my favorite position. I loved looking into Jim's eyes and seeing the pleasure he was getting from this. Hell, I was getting as much pleasure as he was. I loved every minute of it!

I leaned down, not breaking eye contact with him and began kissing him on the mouth. Our tongues were thrusting in and out of each other's mouths as my cock was pistoning in and out of his ass. I licked and kissed down his neck when I began to feel myself going over the edge. I lifted up far enough to shout, "I'm cumming!" then I leaned back down and pressed my mouth to Jim's. At the same time as I felt my cock pulse and begin to fill up the condom in Jim's ass, I felt his body jerk and his own load shoot out and onto my stomach and chest, as well as his own stomach. I collapsed on top of Jim as we both began to try and regain our breath. After a few minutes, I leaned up, kissed him softly and then rolled onto my back next to him.

"That was incredible!"

"You're telling me! Thank you, Tim." I turned to look at Jim.

"What do you mean?"

"I've wanted this for many years. Thank you for making my dream a reality." He reached over and rubbed the side of my face, then leaned in and kissed me. I rubbed his chest and played with his nipples as we kissed.

"You don't have to thank me. I had just as much fun as you did." I smiled at him and then lay back on my back. I DID have fun. I enjoyed the hell out of myself. The realization was beginning to set in that I had lied to Harry last night. I hadn't lied intentionally, but it was a lie just the same. I had just had sex with Jim and loved every minute of it. Hell, it was almost as hot as my sessions with Harry had been. Maybe I AM gay after all. If so, I lied to my own son and possibly pushed him away. Jim propped himself up on his right arm and looked at me.

"What's on your mind, stud?" I knew there was no way I could tell him, so I lied.

"Nothing. Just thinking about how great you were." Okay, so it was only a half lie. Jim really had been great. I got up off the bed. "I'll be right back. I've got to take a leak!" I headed out to the hall when I tripped over a carry-on luggage bag in the middle of the hallway. I was absolutely certain that this bag hadn't been there when Jim and I had come to the bedroom.

"Fuck!"

"What's wrong?" Jim asked as he came to the bedroom doorway.

"I just tripped over this bag in the middle of the hallway." I looked down at it and immediately recognized it as Harry's. If this bag hadn't been in the hallway earlier, there was only one way it had gotten there in the meantime. The horror of what that meant quickly swept over me. Jim must've seen the expression on my face change, because he immediately became concerned.

"What is it? What's so special about this bag?"

"It's Harry's bag and it wasn't here earlier." Suddenly, Jim understood what I was getting at.

"He must've seen us together having sex. Oh, Tim. I'm so sorry. We should've shut the door!"

"Should've, could've, would've!" I started pacing back and forth, pushing my fingers through my hair anxiously. Last night, I drove my son away. This afternoon, he came home from whatever he'd been doing all day and seen me having sex with the man I had adamantly said was absolutely not gay the night before. I didn't need Harry to be standing right in front of me to know how incredibly hurt he must be right now.

"Hey, buddy. It'll be okay. Harry's gay. He'll understand. He already suspects I'm gay. Sure, he'll be a little upset at you for cheating on his mom. But he loves you. I know that much. He'll get over it and then the two of you will be fine! Don't worry." He rubbed my shoulders to comfort me. Oh how little Jim understood about what was really going on! I hadn't wanted to tell him about any of it. But I needed to unburden myself. Jim had finally trusted me enough to pour his heart out to me earlier today. I had to trust him now.

"Jim, you don't understand. Harry IS going to be upset. But he won't be upset because I've hurt his mother. He'll be upset because he's going to be jealous."

"Jealous? Why would Harry be jealous?" Jim gasped slightly. "Do you mean to tell me that Harry has a crush on me? You know, yesterday at the gym before you came outside to leave, he started talking to me and for a minute, I thought he might've been about to come on to me. I put that thought right out of my head, though. But it's true isn't it? This is why Harry told you that he thinks I'm gay. He has a crush on me, right? And he'll be jealous because his old man got to me first!"

"No no no! Jim, you still don't understand. Harry isn't likely jealous of me. He's probably jealous of you." The full impact of what I was trying to say to Jim finally hit him. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open.

"You mean, you and Harry have been...?"

"For the past two days," I interjected.

"Oh wow!" He walked back into the bedroom and sat down on the bed. "This is deep! How did...?"

"I had been planning a romantic dinner for Linda and me. She went out of town on business. Harry came home early from a botched date. We had dinner together, drank some liquor. Then, Harry came out to me. One thing led to another and the next thing I knew, we were in bed together."

"But Tim... Your own son? This makes things SO complicated."

"You're telling me. More than once, I tried to end it, not only for Harry's own sake, but for Linda's. Can you imagine what she'd do if she ever found out!? But, I can't deny the fact that I love being with Harry in that way.

Being with him in bed makes me feel...makes me feel like everything's right with the world. Even what you and I just did. I was trying to prove a point. But I ended up proving the opposite."

"What are you talking about, Tim?"

"Jim, Harry told me last night that he's fallen in love with me and he wants me to leave Linda so he and I can start a life together."

"What did you say?"

"I told him absolutely not. I love my boy, Jim. I want him to have a shot at a normal life. He needs to find a man closer to his own age and one he isn't related to. I told him as much and said that what we've been doing together has got to stop. He thinks I'm gay and that I'm lying to myself so that I can stay in the comfort of my marriage."

"What do you think about that, Tim?"

"Last night, I thought he was dead wrong. Even earlier today, I thought he was dead wrong. But after this... After you and I..."

"What is it?"

"Jim, initially I only had sex with you because I was trying to prove to myself that I'm not gay." I saw a look of hurt cross over Jim's face.

"I see..."

"I was supposed to hate every minute of it. Then, I could feel better about pushing Harry toward a life with someone more appropriate for him. But...but then we started having sex. And it was so mind-blowingly wonderful. Being with you was so great. I loved it. And I loved it because it was with you. A week ago, I could've never imagined myself referring to another man as sexy. But Jim, you're one helluva sexy man and an incredible lover. Jim, I think I'm gay...or, at least, bi. And I think I've just pushed my son completely out of my life. I don't know which way is up anymore!" Jim, put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me into a hug.

"I should feel completely used. But I think I understand what tonight was about for you. And I have to say, you're one incredible lover yourself, Tim, old buddy. You know what else I understand?"

"What?"

"I understand that you love Harry very much and you need to go out there and find him so you can tell all of this to him instead of telling it to me."

"But, Jim. What about everything else? What about Linda? What about a normal life for him? What if we aren't actually in love?"

"Tim, you don't have to think about any of that right now. If you're meant to be in love, it'll happen. The rest of the stuff will work itself out. Right now, you need to go get your son and tell him how you feel. You need to bring him back to this bed and make love to him."

"So, you understand about Harry and me? You're not sickened by it?"

"Tim, I learned a long time ago not to be judgmental of what other people do with their lives. Besides, you're my best friend and I love you. I want you to be happy. Both you and Harry. He's like a son to me to, you know." We both got dressed and I walked Jim downstairs. "Call me if you need me, buddy."

"I will, Jim." I leaned in and we kissed softly.

"Now remember. When you find Harry, say what's on your mind and in your heart. Don't think about any of the obstacles in your way right now. Everything else will work itself out."

"Thanks." Jim opened the door, and then pushed it shut again and turned around. He reached up, rubbed my chest, and then kissed me again.

"I love you, Tim Morris."

"I love you too, Jim. Thanks for being such a good friend and a good man."

With that, Jim opened the door and left, closing the door behind him. Now, my thoughts turned to locating Harry and what I was going to say to him when I did find him. I rushed to my cell phone and brought up his number on speed dial. I let it ring about ten times before it went to voice mail. "Harry, it's Dad. Please call me back when you get this message. I need you to come home right away. We need to talk...NOW!" I had no idea where Harry was. All I could do was sit and wait for him to come home and hope that it wasn't too late to tell him how I really feel.