Date: Tue, 24 Mar 2015 01:27:58 +0000
From: B W <conniti@hotmail.com>
Subject: Finding Daniel

I would spend a lot of time in my office attached to the back shed as I
watched our girls grow up. I had fully realized a few years into my
marriage with Beth that I was gay, but coming out and leaving my young
family did not seem like an option and I decided that I would stay until
our two girls were well into their teens. So I slowly accumulated a large
collection of gay porn and reading materials that I kept well hidden and
would sit alone pouring over pics of throbbing cocks and hot bums with my
own cock throbbing while the girls played and my wife busied herself in the
house.

The girls had a friend Daniel from down the street who often came to
play. Daniel was blonde with honey-colored skin, brown eyes and was shy and
gawky. I took note that I was more aware of his beauty than the girls'
beauty. Daniel would often come and talk to me in my office and I'd explain
things about the weather and animals and life to him. It was all very
innocent and I enjoyed our friendship and being a mentor to him.

And so the years past, the girls went into high school, we bought the house
next door as an investment and I began to experiment more and more with gay
sex. I got to know all the beats and parks and public toilets between my
work and home and discovered that I was not alone. I also worked out that I
am a top and especially liked younger men although I had sex with all kinds
and ages.

One Saturday I went into our investment property to clean it up. Our
tenants had moved out a few weeks earlier and it needed some work before we
leased it out again. I entered one of the bedrooms and saw on the floor a
couple of gay porn magazines, both Honcho's and a pair of underpants on the
floor. I opened the wardrobe door and there was Daniel very hastily dressed
with a stack of gay porn at his feet. He was about 15 at this time.

I sat down on the floor next to him and I explained that what he was doing
was normal and natural and not to feel embarrassed and I solemnly promised
never to say anything to anyone. I found him a plastic bag for his porn and
told him to get going. I have to admit that as I sat there I had an
immensely strong desire to hold him close, but it is not something I would
ever do.

It was one day early the following year I found my wife Beth sitting at my
desk thumbing through some of my porn. I wasn't too shocked - it was an
open secret by this stage and we hadn't slept together for years.

"I think it is probably time you actually did some of this Peter," she said
thumbing through the pages.

"You think I haven't," I replied.

"I'm sure you have, but I think it is time we parted ways. The truth is
Peter we are both gay and I have met a gorgeous woman and I'm in love."

Perhaps I should have been sad, but I felt profoundly relieved. I was 40
and I just ached to live an openly gay life.

"Ok, it's about time. You keep the house and I'll move into a flat near the
city and later we'll sell the investment house so I can buy something," I
offered and she readily agreed.

When we told the girls they were more concerned about what it meant to
their rights and privileges and didn't seem to give a toss about both their
parents being gay.

I found a flat in Surrey Hills in the heart of Sydney's gay district and
embarked on an epic sex and unfortunately drug binge. I found that speed
and ecstasy allowed me to fuck for hours and even days and I went for it
full throttle. Unless I was sleeping it off there was rarely a night where
my cock didn't find its' way into eager mouths and holes. Sometimes I tried
to have a few days away from cock and bum hunting but I just couldn't stop
myself - as soon as I thought of cock I was gone for the day.

After a few months I returned to my old suburban home to collect a few
things when I saw Daniel wandering up the street, flicking his lovely
blonde hair back as he always did - he was 17 now and becoming a beautiful
young man. I stopped my car and wound down the window.

He bounded up pleased to see me. I was glad he was happy to talk - I was
worried he would be to shy after the encounter in our investment house. I
explained that I had moved to the city and he said that the girls had told
him all about it and I would have to say that we were kind of flirting with
each other. I gave him my address and phone number and told him that he was
always welcome at my new place. I watched him walk off down the road his
perfect bum outlined in his torn jean and his slim body showing through his
ragged t-shirt and I literally ached with desire.

By the next year I had sworn off the drugs (they would have killed me), but
not the sex which was as full on as ever. I had several younger men chasing
me, especially the Asian bois who were such sluts. One evening there was a
knock at the door. I peered through the peep hole and there was Daniel.
When I opened the door he walked into the center of the room and I could
see he was trembling. He walked over to me, put his head on my chest and
his arms around me and we held each other close and then kissed and kissed
and kissed. All those years in the suburbs had led to this one glorious
happy in-love moment.

And he stayed and is still here, my true love. Of course we are both big
sluts and we fuck around like mad but we have stayed together because we
belong together. I am 50 now and he is 28 and we have a true love that was
forged in the suburban closet.



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