My dad owned a gay bathhouse. He was gay and owned it for 10 years before I was born. My mom was lesbian and they grew up together and were very good friends and told each other they would make good parents and turns out they were both right. One day they talked about it and decided they wanted to have a kid together and so just once each would bite the bullet and have sex with someone they were not attracted to for the sole purpose of making a baby. They figured it would be cheaper than seeing a doctor for artificial insemination. So the result was I was born.

I grew up knowing my parents were both gay and I also grew up knowing that the both wanted me so badly that they were willing to do something they were both very uncomfortable with just to bring me into the world. Now let me tell you I don't think any little boy ever felt as loved as I did.

So I told you that my Dad owned a gay bathhouse. My Mom owned a lesbian bar. She lived upstairs over the bar and my Dad lived next door in the building joining the building where the bathhouse was. My parents businesses were about a mile apart in a trendy neighborhood on the same street. I lived in both homes and my parents had joint cusdody and I remember simply going back and forth at will between the two homes growing up. Which home I slept in on a given night depended on my parents schedule which they coordinated impecably.

Since I grew up fully aware of my parents respective sexual orientations I was perfectly comfortable with being in proximity of both businesses and was pretty well aware what each was about by the time I was 7 or 8 though I am pretty sure my parents didn't realize that fact. It is amazing how ignorant parents think and hope their kids are on some topics.

Like I said the building my Dad lived in was joined to the building where the gay bathhouse was. Both were three story buildings. The first floor of our building had a diner in it so I was always smelling the food and sometimes got my lunch there. Since my Dad was the landlord he converted the top two floors into a really nice apartment. The entire third floor was two bedrooms, mine and my dad. Since my Dad liked his privacy he had his bedroom isolated from mine somewhat and was sound proofed which was probably just as well since no kid wants to hear their parents have sex, especially their gay parents. As it happens my bedroom was right up against the wall of the building next door. My bedroom was fantastic. My dad basically built me a mini palace. I had a sitting room, bedroom, toy room, study room, bathroom as good as can be found in any spa and a walk-in closet bigger than many apartments. I had 6 huge windows facing the back lot and 6 facing the street in front so I could watch the sun rise on one side and set on the other and he even put stained glass windows in the top half of the ones facing the front so I got a light show every morning if the sun shined.

I guess some parents sometimes don't pay attention when planning things and my dad didn't seem to notice that from my bedroom window I could see directly into the suposedly private lot behind the building next door where in the summer they had hot tubs set up for the patrons of the bathhouse where they could have gay sex in full view of me and pretty much nobody else.

I could also access the roof of our building by going into my walk in closet and putting a ladder up and going up through a trap door in the 12 foot ceiling. I didn't attempt that until I was around 10 and even then was a little scared but was damned curious what was above that trap door.

On the roof of the building next door there was a roof top garden where the bathouse let its patrons play with only a thin fence betwen the top of the two buildings. Between the two vantage points I got to watch a lot of gay men fucking and sucking and doing lots of other nifty things. While I had absolutely no interest in seeing what my dad was up to I was very curious what the guys next door did and often watched for hours fascinated. By the time I was 11 I was constently watching and jerking off and trying to figure out how to join in.

Then I noticed that there was a fence seperating one part of the garden from another and in it was a hole and one guy put his dick through the hole and another guy started to suck it and I thought that might be cool to try out but I had no way to get on the other side.

They say that good fences make good neighbors.

So I figured out that it might work if I cut a hole in the fence seperating the two roofs and I did and stuck my little 11 year old cock through it and just waited. I was disapointed because the fence was in the shadows and so my tiny cock was not visible to anyone who rarely came that close to our fence. I tried it over and over again then one day when my Dad was next door working and I was suposed to be watching TV in my room until he got back I went up and tried it again. It was about 2 in the afternoon and it was a warm August day and the only one on the roof was the janitor cleaning up. Mostly the roof was deserted during the day even though it had a fantastic view but I guess the guys weren't interested in the view.

Well as luck would have it the janitor came up to the fence where my cock was in the hole and I saw him in a crack in the fence looking at it. He looked around and got on his knees and then I felt it, for the first time I felt myh cock in a mouth. The janitor wasn't much to look at. He was old but didn't stink to badly but mostly I was only interested in having my cock sucked and I figured out that my cock in a hole was kind of a safe way of getting molested without the danger of any thing really bad happen. I didn't really equate being molested with something bad at that time. I just thought that all the accompanying things that went along with being molested were the only bad things like being kidnapped or raped.

he sucked and sucked and sucked and it felt so good and I had my first orgasm but I didn't squirt cum. Then he wiped his mouth and stood up and said "hey don't tell your dad kid" I said "I won't" and went back down to my suite.

That got to be a habbit every afternoon when the weather was nice and the janitor always seemed to be on the roof when I got there and sometimes he would wiggle his finger in the hole to get my attention. He really liked sucking on my little cock and I adored having it sucked. Over time the hole got bigger by itself and then I could fit my balls in too and they got sucked on as well.

I never particularly thought of myself as gay but rather omnisexual. I liked girls and boys so I guess bi would be the best way to describe me. I mostly think I am bi since I like getting sucked by guys better than by girls because they are better at giving me blowjobs.

When I was 12 I figured out that someone did a bad job putting up one building next to the other. Our building was slightly older. It had a window once in my room that opened up where the other building now was and they never walled it up except with thin plywood. the building next door only put up wood frame and 1/4 inch drywal against our mutual wall and just put up collumns to suport the building but didn't really put up a wall. They really just did it the cheapest way possible which now is illegal. So what this meant was the wall in my dressing room between it and the building next door was paper thin literally in that one spot where the window used to be. Well my dad hardly ever came over to my suite other than to the main room and never looked in my closet since I was ten since I kept the room clean along with the help of our maid (a transvestite who liked to dress up in a French maid uniform and acted sometimes as a pseudo nanny).

All I had to do is take four tiny screws out of a 4 foot wide by 8 foot high panel that was less than 1/8 inch thick and I was in direct contact with the 1/4 inch drywall that served as the wall of what I later found out was a laberynth of glory hole boothes and changing rooms. The studs they used were flimsy 2" x 3" which was really was 1 1/2" x 2 1/2 inch and were 2 feet apart definitely not nearly to code but that also made them very vulnerable to the machinations of a horny and resourceful 12 year old bisexual pervert.

So I drilled a tiny peephole into the drywall with the closet door closed and the light off and peeped into the laberynth and saw naked guys walking all over the place with their cocks out. The fire code required they keep a light on but it was tiny and minimal light but once my eyes adjusted to the very dim lights I could see everything. Eventually I figured out that there were other identical hidden closed off windows all accross that wall and so with a little exploration I made peep three peep holes in my bedroom, one in the bathroom and one more in the closet and got to see all kinds of action. I had a direct view into several boothes and changing rooms as well as a coridor and down a halway and I could sometimes see my dad and the other employees patroling the halways.

I got really bold one day before turning 13 and enlarged a peephole in one of the glory hole boothes till it was big enough for my preteen cock to fit through and waited until some guy went in there and as luck would have it he was young and good looking and So I put my cock through the hole and he immediately started sucking on it.

Heaven

I shot my load in his mouth and he thanked me and then I plugged the hole up.

Over time I got braver and braver and then I thought it migh be cool if I cut a door into that wall and sneak right into the glory hole booth which could be locked from inside. So I conspired with one of the patrons and after exchanging blow jobs with him (yes I developed a taste for cum by then) he agreed to lock the booth door from within when he left. I then got a saw and cut a hole in the wall about 2 feet square just enough for me to get in between the studs. Being resourceful I had already cut a piece of plywood and painted it black and got two hinges and a latch so I could latch it from my side and did all that in two hours then climbed into the booth and looked out through two other glory holes connecting that booth with two others where both had guys in them jerking off sucking off other patrons on the other side of those boothes. Nobody noticed my construction project.

Than night I sucked off 7 guys and got sucked off twice. It got into a habit and I got and gave blowjobs nearly every night for weeks then one day I woke up to find the janitor in my bedroom. He had figured out the door I made and also figured out how to get around my latch (which I did not lock) and was there to give me a late night blow job. I was upset and told him to leave and he threatened to blackmale me about all the glory holes I had added to his Dad's business which he had discovere nearly as fast as I had made them and kept it all a secret from my dad waiting for his opportunity.

So since all he wanted to do was suck my cock and lick my ass (a new development) and that seemed not to be too bad since I had been seeking out such pleasures for months now so I let him but I when he was done and got back to the bathhouse I fortified all the plugs I had for the glory holes and most especially fortified the secret door and added two clasps and a padlock and he didn't come sneaking into my suite again and never told my dad either

I kept going next door for fun after than when I wanted to mostly when the janitor wasn't around (I figured out his schedule).

When I was 13 I got even braver and thought I would try just going over there and see if I could get my mouth gang raped. I had a few regulars who figured out I was a kid and kept me a secret from my dad since they got to suck off a 13 year old and got a blow job from one they didn't want to spoil a good thing. I redid the locks so that I could open them from either side but only with a key and went through and exited the booth stark naked with a raging hard on in front of me. Monday Nights were black-out nights and that meant they dimmed the hall lights to total blackness and did the same to the showers, play room and sauna which meant I was free to wander the halls and those places totally naked and hardly anyone could see me and if they could they couldn't tell my age except by the fact that was short and skinny but I saw adults my size in there before. So I walked in and guys would grab me in the dark and force me to suck them off and they raped my face sometimes three at a time and hit my face with their cocks and even stuck their fingers up my ass. Nobody tried to rape my ass but I got felt up everyway possible and I was so horny all the time as a result. I was in pure heaven. I got to love monday nights.

Then one night somebody asualted someone else and pushed a panic button (I never knew about the panic buttons until then) and all the lights came on and there I was, a skinny short 13 year old boy in a crowd of suprised gay men ranging in age from 18 to 70 and my dad was comming to find out what happened and then somebody grabbed me and pulled me into a changing room and locked the door. That was close, I actually saw my dad's face. But now I had another problem. I was captive in a dark room with a strange man who had just "rescued" me and then I turned around and my eyes adjusted and I saw the guy was one of my regulars who I had been exchanging blow jobs with through my glory holes. "boy you got a pair kid" the guy told me. "do you have any idea how much trouble you can get the owner into by being in here??" I told him the owner was my dad and din't know I was here. "yeah I figured that since we all know he lives next door and has a kid." He was also afraid of getting into trouble himself. As long as I was seperated by a wall they all had plausible deniability but the moment I came over here they put the whole place in jeopardy of being shut down and possible convicted.

i said I was sorry and he said "thats OK kid" and then pushed me down on the bed and gave me a really nice blow job and asshole licking. I sucked him off and swalled his yummy cum and then we just waited until we thought it was safe and he escorted me back to my door and I went home and locked up and went to bed.

I was not detered by that little incident and in fact kept going over every Monday and still made do during the week with nightly blow jobs and drinks of cum.

On my 14th birthday my dad threw me a birthday party and I had a blast. I had come out as bi to him at 12 and admitted recently that I was curious about cross dressing and so he gave me a whole wardrobe of sexy things to wear along with a make-up kit and even gave me some diamond ear rings from Tiffany's and he even gave me a gift certificate to a nail salon and beauty parlor for my hair which I had been growing long for a few years. so I had everything I needed to make myself pretty.

First Thursday of every week was drag night. that was not hard to figure out and I got the idea that I could dress up and nobody would realize I was only 14 if I wore my make-up right. So I went through my door dressed to kill in a bra, garter belt, stockings, garters and pumps with fabulous hair and I was stunning if I do say so myself and strutted around the place with the lights up looking to get face raped and I just went into the play room like I owned the place and you should have seen the look on everybody's face. There were two other drag queens in there, one about 60 and the other maybe in his 30s and the rest of the guys, about 25 of them were all naked jerking off looking for a hole to put their cocks in. I just dropped to my knees and opened my mouth and looked hungrily into their eyes with my tongue hanging out and I got my wish. I think I took at least a dozen loads down my throat, several on my face and one guy tried to fuck my ass but I shoved him away.

I came into one guy's mouth while another licked my ass and then I was done for the day.

So I returned to my door and went through to my closet which was always pitch dark so nobody could see into there when I returned and I stood up and turned towards the door to my bedroom and my Dad was standing there

"Well what have YOU been up to young lady??"

I was caught covered with cum, my mouth dripping with cum, cum oozing out of my nose and dripping from my ears and I had no way of denying it.

I just dropped to my knees and said "I'm sorry" lamely.

Well my dad grounded me for 50,000 years and moved me out of my suite and into his and had the wall between the two buildings rebuilt with concrete blocks 8 inches thick and he then took that suite.

My fun was over.

No glory holes. No weekly orgies. No monthly drag parties. No blow jobs. no mouthfulls of cum.

When my dad had to work and couldnt watch me I was required to go to my Mom's bar and hang out with lesbians all night and mostly I sat in the corner doing my home work all night sneeking peeks of lesbians making out and feeling each other up.

I did say I was bi didn't I??