I Saw This Post And Immediately Thought Of My Mother.

I saw this post and immediately thought of my mother.

Picture a 6-foot-tall Swedish/French descent, blonde hair, blue eye, large breasts and sculpted ass and legs bombshell back in the ‘60’s having to deal with the fact that her son was queer.  She didn’t have to guess my sexuality because I was too stupid to know that evidence of anal sex with someone old enough to shoot a massive load of semen in your ass would appear 100% of the time in one’s snow white “tidy whitey” jockey briefs.  I didn’t know that semen mixed with ass juices staining your drawers was the dead giveaway that your kid might be as queer as a three-dollar bill.  And I was too stupid to check and maybe clean up before my mother inspected them before putting them in the washer.

Fortunately, for me anyway, she was bisexual and knew the right questions to ask to ascertain that I was attracted to girls (like she was) but that I had this incredible attraction for boy/man dick (like she had) and given the opportunity I was going to have that dick in my mouth or ass as often as I possibly could (like she would and did!)  So, she was pretty sympathetic… the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree maybe!

And, instead of ostracizing me she was very proactive in teaching me about enemas and using a douche ball on short notice (and where to find the one she had hidden in her bathroom closet.)  She and my dad didn’t teach me to drive until I was fourteen and a half (drivers license in Louisiana at fifteen years old back then) but by that age I was a more accomplished faggot bottom than I was an automobile driver.  Grown men could fuck me all day long, but I wasn't licensed to drive them home.

During the “birds and bees” talks both parents had with me, they emphasized that life was much easier for a bisexual in the closet than it was for an openly homosexual man in the Deep South in the 1960’s.  The only openly homosexual guys I knew back then confirmed that for me and one was a Physician/Surgeon and the other was a college Psychology professor.  Two doctors who told me the same thing… “date girls if you like them.  Be seen with them and put up with them.  Being a full-time faggot that everyone knows is queer is a hard life… even with MD or PhD after your name.”  I heeded the advice and ended up dating and marrying a 6-foot-tall Swedish descent, blonde hair, blue eye, big breasted bombshell as soon as I graduated from college.  (That description sound familiar?  A bit Oedipal maybe?)

Well, I was fifteen and a sophomore in high school and things were good.  I had a delivery job after school Monday thru Friday that overpaid me immensely.  I was going to dinner at least once a week with men in my judo and jiu jitsu classes who would buy dinner and whatever money was left after the tip was mine to keep.  And on Sunday afternoons from April through August I would be a houseboy at the professor’s house where I would serve beer, wine, and cocktails to his gay male friends and help with serving them snacks and either steaks or barbecue every Sunday around the swimming pool.  Between Dr. Scott paying me handsomely for my work those days at his house party, the guys were quick to chip in tips of $10-$20 most every Sunday.  I never got less than $100 those Sundays in pay and tips, and trust me, that was big bucks back then, all in cash.

If there was a catch to my good fortune back then, it was that I was naked most of the time, as were all of my men friends at the parties, and I was quick to get on my knees between legs to service them and earn my tips or offer up my squeaky-clean douched ass to their raging hard cocks.  Little did they know that I would have spent those afternoons with them for nothing… no pay, no tips, just give me hard cock and cum and I’m well compensated.

It was just about the end of my sophomore year in May and my mother came in my bedroom to wake me on a Monday after spending the Sunday at Dr. Scott’s pool party.  I was pretty exhausted that Sunday night apparently (yeah, lots of dick will do that to you) and instead of putting all my loose cash from the previous week out of clear sight, I left it loose up on my chest of drawers with my wallet and money clip and handkerchief and just jumped in bed without stashing the cash.

Well, it was more money than a 15 year old should have been carrying around and it shocked my mother that I had all this cash on me.

“Baby I thought the lab paid you by check for your delivery duties.  Are you just cashing those checks instead of depositing them in savings like we advised you?”

Too stupid to lie… “yes ma’am, I deposit those checks.  That’s pay from Dr. Scott and tips from the guys at his pool party for me being the houseboy and bringing them drinks and food all afternoon.”

Mothers aren’t stupid.  “That’s too much money to pay anyone at any age for being a service boy catering to a bunch of old rich fucks on a Sunday afternoon.”  She thought for a second.  “Are all of those guys at Scott’s party queer like him?”

Caught.  “Yes ma’am.”

“Dammit TD, I thought we were making progress with you with dating girls and going to the dances and acting more like a normal straight acting teenager.  And you’re out with grown men giving up your mouth and ass for money?  You are a whore TD.  A cocksucking whore and nothing but a faggot.  Seriously son, what the hell are we going to do with you?”

Thanks for forgiving me Mom!  Yep, seriously a faggot!