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Outed!
By brit18uk
Twas on the good ship Venus, My God you should have seen us, The figurehead was a girl in bed, Sucking a dead mans penis,
The second mates 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 both lying naked on my bed with me just in the process of letting go of Mikey's throbbing six inch erection. I had begun reciting the rhyme, and had just kissed his dick as I started in about Cropper. I also had the very obvious traces of a hard-on plus trails of cum down my chest and stomach from where Mikey had aimed it as he jerked me off. We had been so engrossed in our after school session that neither of us had heard my dad arrive home from Gram's.
I should mention at this point that we are both four, and six weeks shy of fifteen. Mikey was born just two weeks after me. I am most definitely and without doubt gay. I have always taken the most avid and detailed notice of what wonderful shapes and bulges I could see in the trouser department on all boys, including those up to about 5 years older than me. I have been doing this since I was about seven years old.
Mikey, I found to my absolute relief, is bombproof. He was on one of many sleepovers at my house one night when we were almost thirteen. I summoned all my courage on this particular night, mumbling that I thought I was gay. He simply turned towards me, wrapped his arms around me and said, "you and me both Dan".
"Jesus!" my father went on to say. He stared down at us after shaking his head and 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, left the room, and stumped downstairs leaving us both to stare horrified at each other. I knew this day had to come, but to be caught in the middle what to us, was hot and steamy sex was most definitely not how I had imagined it would be. Mikey hugged and kissed me then very quickly got dressed. Giving me his most painful look, he turned, ran out the door, down the stairs, and in a matter of seconds I heard the front door closing noisily behind him. I cleaned myself up just as quickly, slipping shorts and a t-shirt on. I then made my tortuous barefoot way downstairs to dad in the sunroom. I tapped on the door and went in with my head bowed, boring a hole with my eyes into the floor. "Sit down Dan; we need to have a heart to heart chat". I moved cautiously over to one of the whicker chairs that furnished this room. I sat down and cautiously looked up from my bowed head position at my father. He didn't look angry, just sort of confused. He was sat on the couch and as he looked at me, he gave me a strained smile. He asked me to move over next to him. I did so, sitting 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 main lounge. I suppose now is a good time to give you a little more information about my father and I. He worked from home as a programme analyst linked to his company office via a secure satellite 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 too, a colleague of dad's stayed here 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 do a quick trip across the Channel to France, visiting a cottage Uncle Brian has there. It is just outside a really cool town called Boloigne where you can find really cool places to eat and hang out. Yes, I've even eaten snails! Cooked in wine, cream and garlic, they are delic. My mum had died when I was born so I grew up with just my wonderful dad as my sole parent. During the times he had to be away from home, I stayed at Mikey's. His mum was like the mum I never had, and in truth I loved her dearly even calling her mum. She was definitely the feminine influence in my life, even more so than my gram'. My dad's parents had both died before I was born so gram' and granddad were my mum's parents. They had always in my mind, seemed a little distant towards me. As I got older, I began to work out that they more than likely held me responsible in some way for my mum'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 have always felt I was part of their family every time they visit, or indeed, when Mikey and I visit them during holiday's and long weekends. I had never, not once, stayed over at my own grandparent's house, nor had they ever offered to take me on holiday with them.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. I then told him of the night of the sleepover when I was twelve, Mikey's response, the way we had just seemed to grow closer ever since, and that we've only been having sex since just after my fourteenth birthday.
It was in fact the day after and had been Mikey's idea to blow "my main candle" the night of 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 had never ever had the chance to sleep together in all the years I had been staying there. That only happened when Mikey stayed with me.
The memory of that night in my own bed was always an instant hard-on every time I thought of it. 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 sat together many afternoons surfing the net finding gay porn sites. After seeing all the different variations on gay sex, Mikey had secretly wanted to feel my cock in his mouth since he first saw the web pictures of it being done. The night of the main event was when he confessed to his long held wish.
Being the son of a computer whiz there was zero chance of us being found out. My dad had a programme on the machine called "evidence eliminator" which he had also installed onto my machine. He told me that with one click it kept his machine in pristine condition with absolutely no clutter left anywhere on the hardrive, thus making it as fast and efficient as it was able to be. He put a bootleg copy of it on my machine too. He did warn me never to try updating it as he would see to it if it ever needed it. 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 out. All I had to remember was to run the programme every time we had been on it. My h/dd is only twenty gigs so it's quite quick with its 2.9 AMD and 512 of ram.
The night of "the main event" was awesome. Apart from a few furtive 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. Needless to say, I creamed in seconds which I saw him gulp down. We kissed and cuddled for the next 15 minutes or so with him on top of me gently humping his cock on mine. I had quickly hardened up again to the feeling of his balls mashing against mine. Our leaking pre-cum made it all slippy and slidey and it got very very messy when he fired off with me following him not two minutes later. God! I'm like rock now just remembering 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 quite 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 too had a best friend, and like you, didn't grow out of it. The thing with your mum, 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". Smiling, he pulled me back into a hug whilst 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 8pm, he said, "It's now 7pm. Why don't you ring Mikey and ask 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 etc. she said, "Is it Mikey you want to speak to Dan"? "Yes please mum" I answered. I heard his feet on their stairs after she had called him. 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. I would explain everything whilst we were there. 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 45 minutes I went upstairs to get ready, my head buzzing from "the talk" about safe sex, my own dad's sexuality, the fact that uncle Brian was in reality his b/f, 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 btw, that Mikey thinks my dad is a total hottie. He is only thirty three and had married my mum at the age of eighteen when she became pregnant with me. Dad and I shared the same thick dark blonde hair; almost swimmers build body, and twinkly emerald green eyes. 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 just like dad and Uncle Brian. 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 sooooooooooooo much. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Huggies from brit18uk