A bit of whimsy about how a married young man discovers his true identity.
For well over 4 years Tom had been fucking my wife Cindy on a regular basis. Not only was I aware, and not only did I condone their activities, I sometimes joined them. But only in a periphery role.
That role was clean-up man. I think by now we all know what that entails. First, lick the bull's cock, then, and only when he is satisfied that I'd done my job well was I permitted to suck my reward from Cin's cunt.
When something like that goes on for so long, it's bound to be exposed. A careless kiss in a restaurant, groping while dancing in a night club, Cindy giving Tom head in his car while parked. His car in our driveway when I'm at work. Any number of actions could be accidently seen and the word gets out.
That is precisely what happened and why my faamily and others were confronting me. "What the hell is wrong with you johnnie? You're married to her and she's cheating on you for years now?"
"She's not cheating mother," I said defending my wife. "I know all about them. I have known from the start. I was there and that proves she isn't cheating."
That I knew and approved of my wife's infidelities astonished my parents. They'd been after us to give them a grandchild but Cindy was worried that pregnancy would ruin her figure. That's why she never let me cum in her.
Tom had convinced her that he was shooting blanks which pleased my much-relieved wife who gave Tom permission to flood her womb with his seed.
"Well I'll be damned ,"my father said. "Our son is a cuckold, Martha."
I sat and listened while father explained in great detail what a cuckold is and what their duties are.
"You, are you um, are you a homosexual johnnie,?" mother asked aghast at learning that Tom's cock must have been in my mouth many times.
I blushed at her question and tried my best to reassure her that I was not gay.
She was unconvinced.
A week after they first confronted me, I got a call from father. "Son," he began slowly and deliberately. "Your mother and I want you to come over Saturday afternoon. This is important to her so please don't let her down."
"Yes sir. I promise I'll be there at 1 PM sharp."
Friday night we entertained Tom and he and my wife paired off as usual. And as usual, I watched and performed my duties; masturbating as I brought my wife to orgasm with my mouth.
"I have to go to my parent's tomorrow Cin. They know about Tom and want to talk to me about it some more I think."
"They must think very badly of me, johnnie."
"They never mentioned you Cin except in passing. No. Mother is convinced that I'm gay."
Cindy thought about that for a minute before telling me that mother might be right. "I see the look on your face when Tom offers you his cock babe. It's a look of ecstasy."
"I swear Cin, I'm just caught up in the moment."
"Uh huh. Let me ask you this and please don't get upset. When was the last time you pestered me into letting you put your dick in me?"
For the life of me, I couldn't remember and told her so.
"Don't you think it odd that you have only been getting off when after having Tom's cock in your mouth and slurping his cum from my pussy? And by the way, it's been over a year since you last tried to put your dick in me."
What could I say? She was right. I rolled over and tried my best to sleep. The night was a restless one.
When I got to my parents, I was kind of surprised to see several vehicles there that didn't belong to mother or father. "Maybe it's some kind of emergency," I thought hurrying up the walkway.
Chairs were formed in a semi-circle with one on the middle. This was an intervention.
I looked around to see the guests were my aunt Betty and uncle Randy, Reverend Brooks who is the pastor of the church I attended with mother and father as a child, my brother and his wife, and a man I didn't recognize who was introduced to me as Dr. Phillips.
"Sit down there johnnie," mother said pointing to the center chair.
I sighed and took my place.
Dr. Phillips started the intervention off by saying that emotions should not be involved. Concern? Yes. But under no circumstances should this intervention devolve into a screaming match.
My mother led off stating that I had Tom's cock in my mouth many times and that Tom was regularly having sex with my wife.
My brother scoffed, "Everyone at school knew he was a queer."
"I'm not gay you fucking moron."
"Easy fellows," Dr. Phillips said stopping what would have been a full-fledged shouting match between Joe and I.
"johnnie, let your brother talk. Remember, we're all friends and family, no arguments here."
"Yeah, we all knew," my brother began again. "I'm surprised you and dad didn't. Look at him. Who wears capris slacks but women? And that short T-shirt with his belly showing under it. I mean, really?"
"They aren't capris, Joe. They're clam diggers." I was beginning to get pissed off at the way things were being twisted to prove their fractured logic.
My uncle started in by saying that he has seen me looking at the crotches of the guys he works with at the garage when I stopped by one afternoon to have my tires rotated. "He was staring at those guys, I swear he was. And I saw his dick get hard in his pants, those really short-shorts he likes to wear. You know the ones, the ones that leave half his bottom hanging out. And who but some fucking homo wears a men's shirt two sizes too large and instead of buttoning it like it was meant to be, he ties it in a bow at his waist leaving his hairless chest exposed. If he ain't a faggot, he's missing a great opportunity."
There was some general chuckling after my uncle had finished.
"johnnie came to the beach with us last summer, Aunt Betty spoke up. "God only knows what his wife was doing or who she was with but..."
"Now wait a damned minute," I shouted. "There's no reason to bring Cindy into this."
"He right Betty," Dr. Phillips said. We're here to talk about johnnie's actions and to see if we can't help him."
There was a cacophony of everyone trying to talk over each other and pastor Brooks stood and quieted them. "Please people. Be respectful of each other. Remember, we're here because johnnie is a homosexual and we're trying to bring him back into the fold."
"His little dick hasn't been in a woman's fold for years, pastor Brooks," my brother replied.
Everyone had a good laugh except mother who was looking at me and shaking her head sadly. "I wanted grandchildren so badly and he lets another man inseminate his wife."
Dr. Phillips was looking at me with a strange look on his face, appraising me. It was like he was seeing something about me the others could not.
"Would it be alright if I took johnnie to your bedroom Mrs. Adams? I'd like to have a private consultation with him."
"Please do Doctor."
