Gay

But it wasn't his birthday. Heck, yesterday had been... mine...

"That's what you should say," Dad continued. "You were drunk and begging for it. I know you've always pined after me. It seemed 21 was the right time to finally give you what you wanted." He rolled onto his back and tossed back the sheets, showing off his morning wood. "So you should say, 'Thanks for the birthday present' by sucking daddy's dick. Do good enough and I'll even piss down your throat for you."

He laughed. "You've been out longer than I have."

He was always teasing me about that. I was a year older than him. I came out to the family the second I turned 18. He waited until he was 26. And yet he was always off doing things that never crossed my mind. There were guys who bought his underwear and socks. Dudes emptied their wallets for him. He once asked me if there's any specific ways twinks like me like to get pissed in, and my blush made him laugh for an hour.

It's not like I'm a virgin, but he's taken to calling me "Sister Mateo." Compared to him, I really am a nun.

"Nasty pig," he said. "That's what it stands for."

"As in... you're a nasty pig? Like, it's a label?" It had to be a scent thing, right? I'd heard of scent pigs on Grindr before. Was that the same? I hoped so. The only other thing I could think to associate pigs with was shit, and I did not want to hear about him and scat play.

He rolled his eyes. "Really. At a certain point, your whole innocent thing gets a little annoying." He leaned over, grabbed me by the shirt, and growled in my ear, then whispered, "What should I do with you, Sister Mateo? Maybe it's time the devil got a hold of you."

When he leaned back, he brought me with him, planting my face right inside his hairy pit. He held me down with all his might. I couldn't pull away. His musk started to seep into my lungs.

I could feel my cock hardening in my shorts. It pressed down against one of his massive thighs.

Well, we're sitting by the river on the second day we're out there, and he lays it on me: He heard from one of his buddies that guys suck dick better and my dad's son sucks it best. Fuck. We'd promised to keep that a secret from the old man. He'd beat both our asses if he heard. But he wasn't angry at all. In fact, the way he was staring at me, it was almost as if...

Dad pulled down his shorts. "Think I could learn what all the fuss is about?"

Well apparently, when I said, "Come stay with me for a bit, introduce you to the scene, my uncle heard, "Come stay with me and I'll be your bitch boy for the week to show you all the wonderful aspects of gay sex."

I was supposed to come home from work and take him out to the bars, not come home from work to him lounging nearly nude on the couch, demanding my tongue in his pits, on his feet, and buried deep in his ass.

He grabs my shirt and wipes off his massive body as I stand there completely mesmerized by his muscles. Then he throws it back to me.

Sex with him was intense. Nothing crazy, but he liked to go hard and long. Some women weren’t in to it, and he struggled to find a partner that could keep him. So his friend suggested men. “They’ll let you do anything, in fact they like it!” His friend told him

You nodded and smiled a bit, “Hello, how are you?”