PERCIVAL’S STORY
-Hope you’re not shocked for what has just happened, Derrick -my father started telling me.
-No shock, dad, and hope you’re not embarrassed to talk either of what we’ve done.
-Since we’d done it, Derrick, I have no shock for of course I couldn’t know that it was you. But once I know… well, it has just been mutual masturbation, but it’s no big deal.
-I’ll always remember I’ve touched my father’s dick and I’ve never wanked over you so far, but I feel like doing it now. Your body’s perfect, dad. I even saw your gorgeous ass on our way from the dark room to the locker room and I’ve always been a top and I will picture myself fucking you. Sorry if I’ve gone too far but that’s what I’d like to do.
-You’re courageous, Derrick and I have always valued bravery in a man. In fact courage is what saved me from being a disgusting man and I think I’d better tell you my story, though of course you might hate me now, for you’re gay and I’m sorry to tell you that for two years, I was a stupid homophobe.
-Tell me calmly, dad. And I won’t hate you for now I can see that you like sex with men, so that dark part of whatever you tell me now, I understand it must be past.
-Well, Derrick, I was a part of a skinhead gang for two years, from 22 to 24. Yes, we hated many people and as you can guess, I hated gay boys, for whom I used an ugly word then.
-I can guess the word. You can go on.
-We did insult many people, or humiliated them, but fortunately we scarcely beat anybody. Sometimes we did and now I repent of all that damn time when I was wasting my life being with those bastards. But no one that I know of suffered serious damage or was dead. Well, I was already a widower but fortunately after your mother had given me her greatest gift: you, Derrick.
-You can go on. I’m listening attentively.
-One day I was the last one to leave the place where we used to gather and I don’t know which but something I wanted to search in our computer, probably some skinhead shit, but when I turned on the computer, I saw the internet history. And somebody must have been looking at a porn movie. Still today I don’t know whom, but it was a gay movie. I should have been totally disgusted then but my eyes were fixed on the boy’s ass. It was totally red and there was a naked man who was spanking him. The fact is that I wanted to see that small movie. I’d always thought up to that day something as stupid as that a heterosexual man is courageous just for being heterosexual and of course that’s bullshit for it’s only his nature. No bravery or cowardice then. And you can guess I also thought that being gay, besides being wrong, is being a coward too. But since courage was the thing I valued most, I started thinking that you must have guts to be spanked and so hard that your own ass is brutally red, more when the other man started lashing him with his belt too. And I said to myself: the boy is being courageous so I must have the courage now to admit that I like what I’m watching and will continue looking at the movie, and I did see it all, Derrick, and won’t deny you the important fact that the boy’s ass was making me horny as hell, so I whipped my dick out and as I was alone then in our premises, I simply started to masturbate mostly looking at the spanked boy’s ass.
I was certainly able to cum with that first gay porn I had watched and left the skinhead place and headed home. I noticed that on my way home, I felt like watching more gay porn movies. Courage, courage, courage! That’s the only word that was hammering in my brain and I knew well my homophobic opinions had suffered a great transformation and now not only I respected gay boys but also saw them courageous. Now the real courage I needed to find was admitting that I felt like masturbating more watching gay scenes and that even boys’ naked bodies were turning me on. So at home, after taking care of you of course, I went to my computer and searched specifically for gay porn. Boys being spanked by boys. Again I loved watching a naked boy with a red ass and his brave face shouting at his master that he was enjoying. As the skinhead I was, I first thought that I liked watching violence against someone, but curiously I soon started imagining that it was me being spanked and by a nude boy. But there was more, Derrick.
-Tell me, dad. I love listening to you.
-This boy who was being spanked was also telling his master: I love the way you smell of sweat, sir. Well, Derrick, when I heard those words, I first wrinkled my nose but soon started to imagine the master smelly and that was also something that turned me on. After that moment I repeated to myself: courage, Percival, you couldn’t know that some things would turn you on, but be brave to admit that after now, you’ll need to watch this. And then I was sure that whenever I searched for porn, it would be gay porn and I started losing my fears of whatever I discovered. After that day, I know I still like girls and I have sex with them from time to time but before having any sex with boys, I was already sure that I was bisexual and of course I soon left the skinheads and they never knew why.
-Soon I knew of a gay bar and wanted to enter but first they didn’t let me in for they explained to me that they had a strict dress code and told me how I should be dressed but also told me I would be allowed to enter if I did it totally nude and that’s how I entered Pleasuredome, that’s the name of that bar, very similar to Kochab, Derrick.
-I know Pleasuredome, dad. I’ve entered many times desiring to find bottom boys for I love fucking and I’m a top. Go on, what did you do in that bar?
-Well, after a lot of time walking and knowing by heart every place in that kinky bar, horny as hell at being totally nude in front of so many naked boys, I finally saw one boy staring lustfully at me and I asked him whether he’d like to spank me. He said yes but he’d also fuck me. I was a bit frightened, but only because of the pain, no longer because of a prejudice against being fucked. But I answered he could fuck me too when I noticed that man also smelled a bit of sweat and it was driving me crazy.
-So publicly he started spanking me and whiffs of his fragrant sweat, he was also totally nude by the way, were reaching my nose and driving me crazy and I also loved being spanked, something that after that day I have repeated whenever I’ve had a chance and it’s been hundreds of times. I love being spanked, Derrick. But my greatest surprise came later when he fucked me. I knew in that moment what I really needed in sex. That first time hurt me, later there’s been no pain but I love it and from then on, I go to gay bars or saunas wanting to find boys who fuck me. Yes, I’ve fucked some boys too. It’s ok, but I prefer being fucked. And soon I also sucked my first cock and loved it, but I also love when a boy sucks my cock, infinitely better than girls. And well, now you know, that’s how I’ve spent the last years, some girls from time to time and many boys, many times being spanked, many times being fucked and always crazy with pleasure whenever I find a sweaty boy I can have sex with. And to finish my story, let me repeat that I’ve suddenly found myself masturbating a new boy and it was my son, but you’ve also done it to me and I see no shock in your eyes. That’s courage, Derrick, and once again I tell you that courage is what has moved me my entire life.
-Thanks, dad, oh I’ve dropped my cell phone, how stupid of me! -It was true that I had dropped my phone but it had been on purpose, just an excuse to do what I wanted to do and it was getting down the table, locate my father’s crotch and stroke it and fast as lightning, unzip his pants, take his dick out and take it into my mouth. What I really wanted now was giving a blowjob to that courageous man I had for a father.
