Bi-Sexual Male / 37
I'm 37 year old bisexual male and the last surviving member of my immediate family. I have a handful of cousins who are so heavenly minded they are of no earthly good. Needless to say they never got over the fact I was exposed as a gay teen and my educational and professional accomplishments intimidate the few who even speak. My parents were 40 and 41 when I was born and my only sister was 15. Dad said: "she was so spoiled she stunk" and. " she was like the wind; never knew which direction she was headed, or when she would change directions." Some refer to me as a "change of life baby", other say I was "an accident"; my father resented both loving me unconditionally.
Dad dropped me at high school every morning on his way to work and I rode the bus home. One Friday during second period I was called to the office where my dad's brother was waiting to take me to the hospital as dad had been in an accident. Around 8 that night mom and I were allowed to see dad for few minutes as he had just come out of surgery. Sadly he passed away a few minutes later and my world turned upside down. One year and four days later my sister was killed in an accident and mom became a basket case.
Dad was the youngest of 7 children and after dad passed only one of dad's sisters came to check on me and mom. Even when my sister passed dad's other family didn't show up. My mom was a good woman, but very dominate and felt she was better than dad's family because her religion was more fanatical than theirs and she believed until her dying day that anyone who wasn't Baptist was going to hell, regardless of their religion.
Dad and his brothers were very, very close as well as his 2 sisters. Dad and Neil, his0 life long friend, were the same age and grew up together in the same community where we lived and worked together. Neil was like an uncle and dad's siblings considered him family.
I think some background is necessary in order to continue with my confession. The only other living soul who knew about my confession was a friend of 20 years and passed away last week. He never betrayed what he knew and shielded me and my secret for many years.
when I was 16 years old a women from our church told my mom that I was gay and having sex with men in the park bathrooms. The day that fact came to light was the only time my dad stood up to my mom regarding me. I saw a fire in him I didn't know existed. Mom wanted me committed to an institution to be "deprogramed as gay", and was more concerned about what the church people would think than how the women ever knew I was in fact cruising the parks and had been for years. I was not and still not identified as gay and most people who learn I am bi are shocked. My mom and sister were so angry at me they threw my clothes into the front yard and set them on fire. It was a difficult time for me, my parents and sister with the typical religious right response to someone being gay.
Dad and I left in the car so we could talk and allow the situation to defuse itself.
Over the next months (Summer before dad passed in November) dad and I talked a lot. We had our first ever conversation about sex, even gay sex as dad asked who, when where and who. I was honest and answered every questions as I witnessed many differing expressions on his face. Finally he told me gay men had been around since time began and the only ones with a problem were the religious fanatics like mom, her family and part of his family. That was the only time my dad ever told me he loved me and that he was proud of me and would walk by my side any day and we would hold out heads high as there was nothing wrong with being gay.
After dads death my life was a living breathing nightmare between my mom, her family and my sister. I was told once not to come back to my maternal grandparents house. My sister divorced the 3rd time and moved back with me and mom after dad passed away. When she passed way my mom gave up. I was still in high school and having the make decisions no one my age should. There was a feeling of isolation and I blamed me. I experienced a range of emotions as I had to be strong for mom, graduating high school, getting ready for college and hormones a running wild.
Neil came around to check on us showing more concern than even family. He talked to me and guided me like a father and was my only source of compassion and strength. Although we never talked about me being bi or gay he always encouraged me to be true to myself.
My first year of college I met an older man (Bob) and we became fuck buds. I could talk to him about anything and there was no pressure for sex. I have always been attracted to men older than me, even when I was a teen I had no interest in guy my age. Neil's visits tapered off as I was busy with work, school and being a stabling force for mom. My friendship with Bob lasted until his passing last week. I had just turned 21 and Bob wanted me to come over one summer morning to met one of his new buddies with a 10 incher. He knew I liked older me and that I like watching him get fucked and sloppy seconds were a favorite. I parked in the alleyway behind Bob's house and went in the back door. I walked through the kitchen into the front room to meet his new fuck buddy and there set Neil. It was an awkward few minutes as Neil didn't give Bob his real name.
After a few minutes we went to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. That was the first time I ever saw Bob shaken or speechless. The next few minutes was difficult until Neil said, well the cats out of the bag and I can't put it back. Bob told us we needed some time alone and he got in his car and left. My first question was "did my dad know your bi? Two hours later Bob returned and I told him Neil and my dad has been fuck buddies all their lives; my dad was bi. I told him my mom was pregnant with my sister when they got married and the only reason dad ever got married. That Neil and dad had been in group sex with other men and women. All the hunting and fishing trips were covers for hard core sex. I was, once again, digesting a lot of information about my religious right family. I learned that Neil' sister in law was the one who called mother about me because she saw me at the park and knew what went on in the rest room. since she was once a whore and familiar with gay and bi cruise spots.
Weeks passed before I went back to Bob's or heard from Neil. One day as I was getting in my car at work I heard Neil call my name; he was parked a few cars away. I walked over and got into his car and we talked again. He told me about how my dad loved for him to fuck his ass and how he loved dad to fuck him and how he still missed him. How they were born one generation to soon to me open lovers. I had mixed emotions until I saw his cock hanging down his leg getting hard. I thought; that is the cock my dad loved and nursed for over 50 years. I was hard as steel and Neil saw it but would not make a move. I reached over taking a hold real hard and felt that cock pulsate in my hands. Neil said, "my heart beat for your dad... and still does." It was late and dark and I told him to unzip...but he said not here. We went to Bob's house to borrow a bed and I got the same cock which my dad loved his entire life. Ten inches of uncut hard cock in my mouth and in my ass. I made him fuck me bareback and when he shoot he said your dad loved it raw and so do I.
Neil and I had weekly sex for some time before we included Bob, which was good...but we shared a special bond which intensified our sex. I loved the way he would drool for me while he sucked me cock and ate my ass. Bob wasn't the only man we had a 3 way with, but our times were the best. I fell in love with Neil and we continued our sex until he passed in his late 70's.
Bob was the only human who ever new my dad was bi, that Neil and dad were lovers and now I was his lover too. I have fucked men and woman but prefer men...older than me. I know all the secrets Neil and dad shared; why dad stood up to my mom when she was told I was gay... and why its okay!
God love my dad, my mom, Neil, Bob and sister.
Dad dropped me at high school every morning on his way to work and I rode the bus home. One Friday during second period I was called to the office where my dad's brother was waiting to take me to the hospital as dad had been in an accident. Around 8 that night mom and I were allowed to see dad for few minutes as he had just come out of surgery. Sadly he passed away a few minutes later and my world turned upside down. One year and four days later my sister was killed in an accident and mom became a basket case.
Dad was the youngest of 7 children and after dad passed only one of dad's sisters came to check on me and mom. Even when my sister passed dad's other family didn't show up. My mom was a good woman, but very dominate and felt she was better than dad's family because her religion was more fanatical than theirs and she believed until her dying day that anyone who wasn't Baptist was going to hell, regardless of their religion.
Dad and his brothers were very, very close as well as his 2 sisters. Dad and Neil, his0 life long friend, were the same age and grew up together in the same community where we lived and worked together. Neil was like an uncle and dad's siblings considered him family.
I think some background is necessary in order to continue with my confession. The only other living soul who knew about my confession was a friend of 20 years and passed away last week. He never betrayed what he knew and shielded me and my secret for many years.
when I was 16 years old a women from our church told my mom that I was gay and having sex with men in the park bathrooms. The day that fact came to light was the only time my dad stood up to my mom regarding me. I saw a fire in him I didn't know existed. Mom wanted me committed to an institution to be "deprogramed as gay", and was more concerned about what the church people would think than how the women ever knew I was in fact cruising the parks and had been for years. I was not and still not identified as gay and most people who learn I am bi are shocked. My mom and sister were so angry at me they threw my clothes into the front yard and set them on fire. It was a difficult time for me, my parents and sister with the typical religious right response to someone being gay.
Dad and I left in the car so we could talk and allow the situation to defuse itself.
Over the next months (Summer before dad passed in November) dad and I talked a lot. We had our first ever conversation about sex, even gay sex as dad asked who, when where and who. I was honest and answered every questions as I witnessed many differing expressions on his face. Finally he told me gay men had been around since time began and the only ones with a problem were the religious fanatics like mom, her family and part of his family. That was the only time my dad ever told me he loved me and that he was proud of me and would walk by my side any day and we would hold out heads high as there was nothing wrong with being gay.
After dads death my life was a living breathing nightmare between my mom, her family and my sister. I was told once not to come back to my maternal grandparents house. My sister divorced the 3rd time and moved back with me and mom after dad passed away. When she passed way my mom gave up. I was still in high school and having the make decisions no one my age should. There was a feeling of isolation and I blamed me. I experienced a range of emotions as I had to be strong for mom, graduating high school, getting ready for college and hormones a running wild.
Neil came around to check on us showing more concern than even family. He talked to me and guided me like a father and was my only source of compassion and strength. Although we never talked about me being bi or gay he always encouraged me to be true to myself.
My first year of college I met an older man (Bob) and we became fuck buds. I could talk to him about anything and there was no pressure for sex. I have always been attracted to men older than me, even when I was a teen I had no interest in guy my age. Neil's visits tapered off as I was busy with work, school and being a stabling force for mom. My friendship with Bob lasted until his passing last week. I had just turned 21 and Bob wanted me to come over one summer morning to met one of his new buddies with a 10 incher. He knew I liked older me and that I like watching him get fucked and sloppy seconds were a favorite. I parked in the alleyway behind Bob's house and went in the back door. I walked through the kitchen into the front room to meet his new fuck buddy and there set Neil. It was an awkward few minutes as Neil didn't give Bob his real name.
After a few minutes we went to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. That was the first time I ever saw Bob shaken or speechless. The next few minutes was difficult until Neil said, well the cats out of the bag and I can't put it back. Bob told us we needed some time alone and he got in his car and left. My first question was "did my dad know your bi? Two hours later Bob returned and I told him Neil and my dad has been fuck buddies all their lives; my dad was bi. I told him my mom was pregnant with my sister when they got married and the only reason dad ever got married. That Neil and dad had been in group sex with other men and women. All the hunting and fishing trips were covers for hard core sex. I was, once again, digesting a lot of information about my religious right family. I learned that Neil' sister in law was the one who called mother about me because she saw me at the park and knew what went on in the rest room. since she was once a whore and familiar with gay and bi cruise spots.
Weeks passed before I went back to Bob's or heard from Neil. One day as I was getting in my car at work I heard Neil call my name; he was parked a few cars away. I walked over and got into his car and we talked again. He told me about how my dad loved for him to fuck his ass and how he loved dad to fuck him and how he still missed him. How they were born one generation to soon to me open lovers. I had mixed emotions until I saw his cock hanging down his leg getting hard. I thought; that is the cock my dad loved and nursed for over 50 years. I was hard as steel and Neil saw it but would not make a move. I reached over taking a hold real hard and felt that cock pulsate in my hands. Neil said, "my heart beat for your dad... and still does." It was late and dark and I told him to unzip...but he said not here. We went to Bob's house to borrow a bed and I got the same cock which my dad loved his entire life. Ten inches of uncut hard cock in my mouth and in my ass. I made him fuck me bareback and when he shoot he said your dad loved it raw and so do I.
Neil and I had weekly sex for some time before we included Bob, which was good...but we shared a special bond which intensified our sex. I loved the way he would drool for me while he sucked me cock and ate my ass. Bob wasn't the only man we had a 3 way with, but our times were the best. I fell in love with Neil and we continued our sex until he passed in his late 70's.
Bob was the only human who ever new my dad was bi, that Neil and dad were lovers and now I was his lover too. I have fucked men and woman but prefer men...older than me. I know all the secrets Neil and dad shared; why dad stood up to my mom when she was told I was gay... and why its okay!
God love my dad, my mom, Neil, Bob and sister.
