Whenever I come out to people, they always seem so surprised. I don't act sissy, I'm flirty with guys and girls alike, plus at the age of 22, I've got the kind of body that girls apparently go crazy for - 5'10", lightly tanned, toned body and light brown hair with a 7.5" uncut cock, the pubic hair it trimmed right back. Yeah, everyone's always surprised and the girls are disappointed whenever I say I'm just into guys. Everyone, that is, except my dad.
I knew I was gay by about my fifteenth birthday, when I started watching action movies purely to see the stars get sweaty, shirtless and usually wrestle with other muscly guys. The first few years of my sex life are pretty standard, so I'll start where the first incredible thing began. You see, I never was brave enough to come out to my parents until last year. I sat them down on the living room couch in a very cliched fashion and broke the news. I guess I put it off for so long because I didn't know how to tell them that their only kid was gay and therefore they wouldn't be having any grandkids. My mother took it...surprisingly well, I guess. No tears, just a lot of "Are you sure"s and disbelief. Dad? Dad just nodded and that was it from him.
After I came out, very little changed around the house, except Dad seemed quite preoccupied and distend the entire week. The weekend after Idid, mum went to visit her sister, leaving me and Dad alone for the weekend. I thought it was the perfect opportunity to mend any bridges my coming out may have broken. ...That, and I'd get to sneak a peek at him in the shower just like old times. If you could see my Dad, you'd understand why I was so obsessed with seeing him naked, even if he wasn't aware of it. He's a big man of 6 feet tall with his black hair cut into a conservative short cut, and you could tell he was quite well-built and muscly in his youth. He still looks impressive with his arms, but he's developed a bit of a beer belly as he's aged. From what I could tell in the shower, his cock would be bigger than mine when hard, but I'd only ever seen it soft. He was a man of his generation - cut and hairy. And I just fucking loved it. I'd spent a lot of my adult life searching for a man just like him, but always came up disappointed. No older guy was quite like my Dad, no matter how much I would call him "Daddy."
Not even 10 minutes after mum left, Dad called me into the living room. Before he even spoke, I knew he wanted to talk about my sexuality.
"You know, I wasn't surprised in the least when you came out to your mother and me. I'd always had my suspicions about you." He paused, and at the time I wondered why. Now I know he was getting the confidence to say, "I knew from the first time I saw you looking at me showering." I was in shock. I'd always been so careful. I would never stay long, and I always made sure that he was looking away before peeking in to the window the shower faced. At first I acted as if I had no idea what he was talking about, but stopped when Dad told me to stop being so stupid.
"Look, I'm not angry or anything. I just want you to know I've seen you peeking at me, and that's why I wasn't surprised." Before I could speak, Dad had changed the subject. Kind of.
"I just want to know why you would look at me, when God knows how much gay porn is on the internet."
I made up some lame excuse about how I wanted to see another man in the flesh, and that the internet was just pictures and movies. Of course, good old Dad didn't buy that excuse, either.
"So you're not attracted to me? If I took my pants off and told you to suck my cock, you wouldn't have any trouble saying no? Even though we're in the house all alone for the rest of the weekend?"
That was it, there was no way I could lie anymore. I was speaking before I even realised what I was saying. "I...No. Dad, there's no way I could resist. God, I've been turned on by you and your body before I even fully realised I was gay. If you did that, I would be sucking you off before you knew I'd even moved."
