Background material ... I was getting a divorce, my son was visiting his mother, and I was packing to move out of my apartment. I was depressed and had been drinking. That's when I ran into the guy I'll call Johnny, who had just moved into the apartment building. I was depressed and drunk, he was cute and attentive, and despite the fact that I never had a gay feeling in my life I kissed him. He kissed back and we spent the next three days before I left engaged in enormous amounts of gay sex. I decided that it was just one of those booze-and-depression-fueled things, no harm no foul, and put it out of my mind.

A month later I was picking my son up at school and there was Johnny, who is in the same class as my son! That makes Johnny several years underage, too. I had thought he was just young-looking, but I hadn't been thinking clearly at the time.

Johnny and my son are good friends and hang out a lot. I don't know if they have sex or not, and don't want to find out. It's humiliating enough when the one single gay fling of your life shows up, I think if I found out he was screwing my son too I'd die of humiliation!