And I’m not all that disappointed,” He said.ĭuring our conversation, I was not really looking at him. But of course, we were not sure, because like you said, you did hide it well. “A good-looking boy like you and never having a girlfriend was a tipoff. “What made you think so? I thought I hid it so well,” I responded. George and I have suspected for some time.” He said. “I’m gay, I hope I don’t disappoint you Dad,” I said. “I’m not gay, I’m bisexual,” he responded. “Dad, I had no Idea you were gay,” I said. So, you must have heard something,” He said. “Look, you had to walk right by my room on the way to yours. “Hear, what do you mean hear?” I responded. “Anthony, how much did you hear?” He asked. I knew facing my father would be the hardest thing I had ever done. Finally, I screwed up enough courage, got out of the shower, dressed and headed downstairs.
My surprise visit home was turning into a nightmare. I continued to shower, dreading facing my father. “When you have finished your shower, get dressed and come downstairs. “I don’t know, maybe an hour,” I responded. I stammered, “I thought I would surprise you.” “Anthony, what the hell are you doing home?” He asked. I was in the shower with water, as hot as I could stand, cascading down, when the shower door opened and I saw my father. I laid there for ten minutes or so before heading to my adjacent shower. I visualized them fucking and pounded my cock till I achieved an awesome orgasm, cumming all over myself. The thought of George Weathers fucking my dad had caused an immediate erection, and I needed relief. Little did my father know I was a flaming homosexual. After entering my room, I flopped on the bed and began furiously masturbating. I was shocked at what I heard and stealthy continued on to my room. Samuel was my father and the familiar voice sounded very much like my father’s friend and golfing partner George Weathers. Then only thing I could imagine better would be fucking that gorgeous son of yours.”
Then I heard a familiar voice say, “Damn, Samuel I love fucking you. As I passed the master bedroom, I was surprised to hear grunting and moaning coming from two individuals. I did not expect my father to be home from work, so I headed for my room. As it turned out, I was the one completely surprised. I took a taxi from RDU airport home hoping to completely surprise my father who I adored. I had completed my studies and had a week open before graduation. Over the next four years, I rarely saw my father except for holidays.Īfter I turned eighteen and just prior to graduation, I decided to make a surprise visit home. Thus, I entered The Benjamin School for Boys in North Palm Beach, Florida.
He often traveled to all those locations plus the Corporate HQ in Toronto, Ontario Canada.ĭue to his extensive travel, he decided to put me in a boarding school. He had several different departments reporting to him located in Raleigh, NC, Richardson, Texas, Morton Grove, Illinois, and Minnetonka, Minnesota. My father worked as an executive for a large Telecommunications manufacturing company that was spread over numerous locations in both the USA and Canada. A blessing that he had her that long, but a curse in that she suffered much too long. Later my father said it was both a blessing and a curse. She, however, confounded them by living fourteen months. When asked, her Oncologist would only say to hope for the best, but prepare for the worst.Īfter her passing, the Oncologist admitted he and the other doctors expected mom to live three to five months after she was diagnosed. Her doctors would never give my father an estimate of how much time she had to live.
When I was fourteen years old, my mother passed away due to complications of cervical cancer.