True Story of my closet Case neighbor:

I'm a happily married, bisexual, professional who is also in the closet and very guarded as to who, what, where and when I play. If you get my drift. Most important is the fact that I do no base gays and bisexual like some who are guilty of the same practice. The best example is our 44 year old neighbor who takes every opportunity to bash and demean gays and bisexual.

Our neighbors have 2, beautiful, intelligent and popular daughters who are a mirror of their mother who is a bank executive. The dad works in construction and is home on rainy days (like yesterday). Its not uncommon for his co workers to be over on rainy days and on weeks as they are a popular family. I keep my distance as I have always believed his homophobia is something I do not want to hear, as I believe everyone should be true to themselves - regardless of their sexual preference/preferences.

I am a professional who works form home a few days a week and today and yesterday were some of those days. The weather was really bad so I was not at all surprised when we lost power. We have a home generator which kicked in so we didn't loose power or cable. The woman who lives nest door called me and asked if her husband at home and did we loose power. Seems he was not responding to home or cell calls or text and she needed to talk to him. I put on my rain jacket and umbrella and went out my basement door and ran across the back yard to theirs lower level sliding door, which they leave unblocked.

I took off my rain jacket and laid the umbrella on a table outside the door (under the upper level deck). I opened the door and stepped inside to the sounds of the TV from the lower level bedroom. As I neared the bedroom door I head moans and knew he and his buddy were watching porn. As I looked into the bedroom my neighbor was on his hands and knees on that bed with his buddy plowing his ass and calling him nasty names. I pushed the door back all the way and stepped into the bedroom just as my neighbor hot a hard slap om his hairy ass. That is when I realized his ass cheek (the only one I could see) was red as an apple, so he was getting some intense spanking and he was begging for his friend to "harder; hit me and fuck me harder."

I backed out of the room into the media room and walked over to a desk taking a piece of paper and wrote, "his name, call (your wife) she needs to talk to you." I signed it and put the time. As I slipped out the door I heard another slap on his ass. As I walked home in the rain I thought, they are both good looking men, and had it been someone else I caught I would have asked to join. However, the last thing I want/need or desire is any relationship with him - other than neighbors.

To insure I had no contact with him and to let him stew in the unknown that I had witnessed him taking it in the ass like a Saturday Night whore...I grabbed my lap top and left for my office for the rest of the afternoon - even in the pouring rain. An hour or so later he called and left a message "I think we need to talk. Thanks for not saying anything to her." I waited until I knew she was home and called him so he could not talk. I told him, "you are the worst type of hypocrite; condemn that for which your are guilty when you could have not said anything. And to think you are ALWAYS attacking gays and bi's when you like it up your ass. I have never condemned gays or bisexuals and will not condemn you for being bi. However, you are a liar, you are a hypocrite...but your secret is safe with me." and I hung up.

I have always felt that those who condemn the most are usually trying to take any focus of themselves. But, I never expected to witness that homophobe getting his ass power fucked- and it was not his first time.