Let me start off by telling you a little about myself. My name is Bryan and I'm eighteen years of age. I'm about six-four and lean; my eyes are blue and my hair is mahogany brown and tousled. I'm gay, but I never confessed this to anybody. My mother passed before I ever got the chance and my father was born in the Bible belt. He calls himself a 'Southern Gentleman', but I highly doubt he'd understand or even attempt to understand what I am. He's a Southern Baptist, or at least that's how he was raised, so I'm pretty sure if I told him I was gay, he would think that I could be 'cured'. Cured? That's complete and utter bullshit. I was born this way and there is nothing wrong with whom I am. It's two-thousand and thirteen and we live in New York State, not Louisiana.
Anyway, it was a mild day in the middle of May on a Saturday. My father was out running errands and I don't have any siblings, so I was home alone. I shut my bedroom door and turned on my laptop. I put on some porn where two really hot guys were going at it. I was wearing boxers and they were about to rip from the pressure of my erection. My cock is about eight inches long and pretty thick. It was craving the touch of another man, but I'm a virgin with no prospects, so my hands had to do. I put some lotion on my left hand and started going at it. My lips parted and I let out a moan. One of the guys was getting ass fucked and I was getting even harder thinking about someone doing that to me. I was just about to finish when I heard my door open.
My father came into my room without even a light knock, though I don't think I would have heard it even if he did. I was intent on my impending orgasm. I paused my video, but I didn't have a chance to close it. He already saw enough.
"Son, what are you doing?" he asked, his voice only a whisper.
"Dad, I can explain... wait why didn't you knock first?" I asked in a confused tone.
"I didn't think. Look, is there something we have to talk about?" he questioned, gesturing to the screen and my fleeting erection. My cock was still in full view.
"Dad, I think it's pretty obvious that we have to talk, but I'm pretty god damn embarrassed to talk right now unless you insist."
I thought my father would be pissed off that I "used the Lord's name in vain", but he didn't pretend to be a Christian anymore. He hadn't gone to church in years and only his thick accent indicated he was from the South. He still had a farmer's body, long and lean, but strong. He hadn't tended the farms in nearly twenty years. Anyway, he was acting pretty fucking weird. He just caught his 'in the closet' son jacking off to gay porn and he wasn't freaking out.
"I insist. I don't want you to talk until we're finished, okay?" he asked.
"Okay dad," I replied, my cock still hanging out in plain view.
"Your mother and I were set up by my parents..." he started saying.
"What does that have to do with this?" I asked, gesturing to the computer screen where a white guy was getting anal from a black guy.