Never Expected This
Written by Gerald LeBlanc
- I had gotten married at the age of 24 to a good girl, and we did just like a lot of other couples, plan for our children. In our first five years together, we had a house payment, two cars, two poodles, a BBQ grill and two sons. We would spend the next 18 years together but her parents never really liked me and they often reminded me of that. Yep, just as happy as can be. It's amazing how we can live our lives without really knowing the deep inner workings of who the other is, which leads me to the story...
As you can figure we divorced, moved on and went on our separate ways. Well my oldest son Tony jr went into the services, and just about the time his four years was up, he started staying at home a lot. In fact he moved in with me and soon a lot of his friends were hanging out doing things that young men do, shoot hoops, throw a little football, drink some beers, chase the young ladies, wash cars, not to mention the game room gave them a place to hang. All with the exception of one of his friends (Cary)..
Well Cary was always the one that just did not seem to fit in with them. But he seemed to always be over and he would even crash in the guest room or the couch. If I was fiddling around with my Harley or just washing & waxing my Lincoln, he seemed to be right there with me, in his baggy basketball shorts and no shirt, helping and when my son and the others would leave to go make a drag uptown, he would just say, "nah, I'll just stay here & chill with Tony's dad... One afternoon, as I was headed off for a ride on the fat boy, Tony had asked if it was cool to throw another small party with his closest friends and some of their girlfriends and invited me as well because I was no stranger to them and their girlfriends as we drank at the house often and shot pool or played foosball in the game room...
So I changed my plans for the evening and decided to run to the store and pick up some beer and a couple of fifths of whiskey. Just as you would figure, as I am getting into the town car, Cary approached me and asked if he could ride, so I figured the young man could help carry the cases of beer. The little party ended up being pretty freaking big, and we must have had about twenty or thirty people there. I even called one of my buddies as he is the whisky drinker. About 10:30 that evening, I noticed Cary was often pretty close by and even asked a couple of times if I would shoot a game of pool with him, and I did...
That was my first inclination of his intentions, because he just had to show me the correct way to hold the pool cue. Mind you, I am in my late forties and have shot more than one game of pool. About an hour later, most of the crowd was in the game room and I was in the kitchen, starting to kinda clean up. I went to take a leak and while I was in the restroom, someone knocked and I replied "it's in use, gimme a few". Well the door opened and in walks Cary, locking the door behind him. I told him I was not done and he spun me around, grabbed my privates and asked if I needed any help. I was stumbling for words when he dropped to his knees, and proceeded to do you know what. I must admit that as scrawny as he was (5' 10" 175 lbs) I could have pushed him away, but boy it sure felt good as I was not having sex regularly. We were in there for about 15 Min's, when he just got up turned around saying until next time Mr. Tony...
Tony has moved in with his girlfriend, and me, well I have a "new roommate" too, Cary. I never expected in a million years that I could live this lifestyle, but he has been living with me as a "roommate" for almost a year and we live as lovers when the family & friends are not around, and all this has brought to my attention that I don't even know myself. My son Tony knows nothing and to my knowledge, does not suspect.
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BAD WORDand he'll be labeled a queer forever.RSS feed for comments to this post