“T’was on the good ship Venus,
My God you should have seen us,
The figurehead was a girl in bed,
Sucking a dead man's penis,

The second mate's name was Cropper,
By God he had a whopper,
Twice round the deck,
Once round his neck,
Then up his ass as a stopper,”

"What the hell was that you were saying?" My father’s very angry voice screamed through the door. The door banged open with him continuing to shout, "What sort of lang…?”  

His voice trailed off as he spotted us as we both lay totally exposed and naked on my bed with me just in the process of letting go of Mikey's big fat throbbing seven inch uncut dick. I had begun reciting the rhyme, and had just kissed his dick as I started in about Cropper with the whopper. I also had a very obvious hard-on and big cum tracks down from my chest across my stomach from where Mikey had aimed it as he jerked my dick off. We had been so engrossed in our after school session that neither of us had heard my Daddy arrive home.  

I should tell you at this point that I am four weeks shy of eighteen, most definitely gay, with my boyfriend of two years lying on my bed beside me. I had known there was something strange about me since as far back as I can remember. I had for as long as I can remember always stared at other boys, taking notice of what shapes and bulges I could see in their shorts and jeans department on all boys, including those up to about 5 years older than me. I am about 5'11", dark blond hair, green eyes, with a face being what I regard as boyishly cute. Mikey def thinks so anyway.  

I’d finally come to realize I was gay when puberty kicked in shortly before my thirteenth birthday. Mikey, who has been my best friend since I first started school, came to the same conclusion when I told him on a sleepover that I thought I was gay. He simply turned to me, wrapped his arms around me and said, "You and me both Danny boy".  

"Jesus!" my father went on to say. He stared down at us, and after shaking his head said to Mikey, "Get dressed son and go home. I need to speak with Dan". Turning to me he said, “Go and get cleaned up. I'll speak to you in the sun room". With that, he turned and stumped downstairs leaving us both to stare horrified at each other.  

I knew the day had to come, but to be caught in the middle what was to us, was hot and steamy sex was most definitely not how I had imagined it would be. Mikey hugged me and kissed me then very quickly got his shorts and sneakers on, and grabbed his t-shirt and yanked it over his head. Giving me his most painful look he turned and ran out the door, down the stairs and in a matter of seconds I heard the front door banging noisily behind him.  

I cleaned myself up nearly as quickly as Mikey, slipping on my cutoff jean shorts with no underwear and a t-shirt on, then making my tortuous way downstairs barefoot to daddy in the sunroom. I tapped on the door and went in with my head bowed, boring a hole with my eyes into the worn rug on the floor.  

"Sit down Dan, we need to have a heart to heart chat, boy."  

I moved cautiously over to one of the whicker chairs that furnished this room, and took a seat looking up from my bowed head position at my father. He didn't look angry, just sort of confused. He was sitting on the couch and smiling with a strained look to it. He asked me to move over next to him. I did. I sat as far into the end away from him as I could. I was totally surprised when he held his arm up and said, “Come, on Dan. Cuddle in please." As I moved across he hugged me into himself, which is exactly what we did most nights when we sat watching TV in the parlor.  

I should give you a little more information I suppose about my daddy and me. He worked from home as a program analyst linked to his office via a secure connection. He had to go away for about four days a month, which sometimes turned into twice a month and occasionally stretched to a week away at a time. Occasionally a colleague of dad's stayed for a few nights, and had been doing so for as long as I could remember. I even called him Uncle Brian. The times his stay overlapped into the weekends we always had a really great time doing all sorts of mad things.  

Mikey really liked him too. We live near Dover and often go to a cottage he has in France. It is just outside a really cool town called Boloigne where you can find really cool places to eat. Yes, I've even eaten snails! Cooked in wine, cream and garlic, they are delicious.  

My mom had died when I was born so I grew up with just my wonderful dad as my mentor. During the times he had to be away from home, I stayed at Mikey's house. His mom was like the mom I never had, and in truth I loved her dearly even calling her Mom. She was definitely the feminine influence in my life, even more so than my grandma. My dad's parents had both died before I was born so Gram' and grandpa were my mother's parents. They had always seemed a little distant towards me, so as I got older I began to work out that they more than likely held me responsible in some way for my mother's death. Don't get me wrong, I always got good presents on birthdays and at Christmas time. It was just the lack of affection I noticed compared to Mikey's grandparent's, who I felt, loved me equally as much as Mikey. I always feel part of the family every time they visit or indeed, when Mikey and I visit them during vacations or holidays and long weekends. I had never stayed over at my own grandparent’s house, nor had they ever offered to take me on any vacations with them.  

Back to the present … My father meanwhile cleared his throat, hugged me to him once more and began to speak. "Okay Dan, this is going to take some time but first I must ask you if you are positive that you are gay?" Turning to look up at him I nodded my head answering, "Yes, I've known since I was twelve". He then asked how long Mikey and I had been having sex, or was this our first time ‘playing’?

I told him of the night of the sleepover when I was twelve and told Mikey I thought I was gay, and his response, the way we had just seemed to grow closer ever since, and that we only been having sex since just after my fourteenth birthday.  

It was in fact the day after and was Mikey's idea to blow "my birthday candle" the night following my birthday party on a sleepover at my house. It hadn't happened because dad had been called away that same afternoon meaning I had to stay over at Mikey's. Whenever I stayed there I slept in the guest room so we never ever had the chance to sleep together in all the years I had been staying there. That only happened when Mikey stayed with us at my house.  We always had a sleeping bag on a little cot for Mikey, but that was for show.  We’d been sleeping together in my bed since that birthday celebration the night after my birthday.

The memory of that night in my own bed was always an instant hard-on every time I thought of it. That very first time we slept together.  We had been close to getting it on several times since we discovered we were both gay, but had never had the nerve to actually do the deed. We had both surfed the net finding gay sites seeing all the different variations on gay sex. Mikey had wanted to feel my cock in his mouth since he first saw the pictures of it being done. The night of the main event was when he confessed to it.  

Being the son of a computer whiz there was zero chance of us being found out. My dad had a program on the machine called "evidence eliminator" which he had told me kept his machine in pristine condition with absolutely no clutter left anywhere on the hard drive, thus making it as fast as it was able to be. I very soon realized that it cleared all traces of where we had been as well so Mikey and I were able to surf anywhere with no risk of ever being caught snooping on gay or porn sites. All I had to remember was to run the program every time we had been on the computer. The h/dd is only twenty gigs so it's quite quick.  

The night of "the main event" was awesome. Apart from a few sneaky gropes of each other, neither of us had ever had hold or had someone else touch our dicks. Mikey had got into bed with me, ordering me to lift my bum as he slipped my boxers off. He then told me to lie still as he began to kiss me all over. As he neared my naval, his hand finger-walked down to my balls which he cupped, gently rolling them around in their sac. I then felt and watched as his tongue darted up and down my cock.  

The feeling as he slid his mouth down onto it was one of heat and slipperiness. I creamed in seconds while I saw him gulping down swallow after swallow. We kissed and cuddled for the next 15 minutes or so with him on top of me gently humping his cock against mine. I had quickly hardened up again to the feeling of his balls mashing against mine. Our leaking precum , made it all slippery and slimy and very messy when he fired off with me not two minutes behind him. God! I'm like rock hard now just rememberin’ it.  

As dad continued, he assured me every few minutes that he loved me, that I was his son and nothing would ever change that. I have to admit to crying. He went on to stress the importance of loving relationships, saying, "I really had no idea that you and Mikey were involved for so long. It is however, important that you practice 'safe sex' even in a monogamous relationship. I'm not saying that either one of you would ever cheat, but remember that the age you are means your hormones are running rampant, and remember too, that a standing cock has no conscience."  

Smiling he went on to say, “I was your age not too long ago, and I remember it all too well. I had a best friend too, and like you, I didn't grow out of it. The thing with your mother was me trying to be straight. The fact we lost her is forever a torment to me but having you in my life is the best thing that could have ever happened to me".  

Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Did my dad just tell me he is gay? I jumped back shakily asking, "Are you gay too dad?"  

Smiling again, he simply nodded his head and said, “I think you really like my choice in men too." I shot him a really puzzled look to which he replied, "Okay then - do you like Uncle Brian?”  

I broke into silly giggles. This was really a lot to take in. Eventually I was able to answer, "I love Uncle Brian. How can I not. I've known him all my life".  

He pulled me back into a hug kissing the top of my head. He pointed out that our little chat had taken nearly three hours so we'd better think about something to eat. Knowing that Mikey's family never ate before his dad got home at 8P.M.  He said, "It’s now 7 P.M. Call Mikey and ask him if he would like to go out to dinner with us".  

I rang him but his mum answered. After asking how she was and mentioning about our dinner plans, she said, “Is it Mikey you want to speak to Dan?"  

"Yes please mom," I answered. I heard her call him and then his feet on their stairs.

He shakily asked, “Is everything OK Dan? I nearly shit myself this afternoon."    

I assured him that everything was fine and asked if he would like to go to dinner at Bumbles with my dad and me, where all would be explained. He tried to get more information out of me and I could imagine his really sexy eyebrows all knotted in frustration when I wouldn't tell him anything. He is super cute with really black hair that he keeps buzzed to about an inch except for a lick at the front of his head. He has the sexiest dimple in his chin that I can never resist dipping my tongue into. His eyes are the deepest royal blue, his teeth are dazzlingly white, and stunningly even. God! I could go on all day. We blew kisses and hung up.  

After arranging to pick Mikey up in 30 minutes I raced upstairs to shower and get ready, my head buzzing from "the talk" about safe sex, my own dad's sexuality and coming out to me, the fact that Uncle Brian was in reality Dad’s boyfriend, and last but not least, the absolute relief over ‘coming out’ to my dad being a total non-issue. I wonder how many other kids can say the same. I should tell you by the way, that Mikey thinks my dad is a total hottie. He is only thirty three and had married my mom at the age of eighteen when he knocked her up with me.  

Mikey is sooooo jealous. His dad is forty eight, has a paunch, and is going bald too. He hopes that looking at my dad now is how I'll look when I'm thirty three. It makes me glow inside to think he expects us to be together for the rest of our lives. He is adamant that he will look after his body better than his father has, and will def not allow a paunch to grow on him.  

I love him sooooo much.