My wife would wash, and I would dry. For twenty years we never had a fight, an harsh word or argument. We would talk, about our day, important stuff, why I put the trash out the night before with fifty mile an hour winds. What we would name our first child. Haskell he took forever to get here and was our only one. Why she needed a new car more than I need a new truck. Why I need to eat yogurt.
My wife and I both worked hard and create this great awesome life for the three of us. Haskell was a bit of a nerd, and a fitness geek. He stopped eating red meat almost three years ago at the age of fourteen. Chicken or fish only. The two of us watched his first dive, worst belly flops, and him and his friends grow up looking through that window. His sixteenth birthday party. He was almost seventeen now. The youngest student in his class. As a senior in high School taking AP classes.
Because we love the view so much I had the alarm company to get me the view out my kitchen window. Whenever I login to the app and I get to go home and look out that window. My wife and I take a week off to drive the thousand miles to see her parents. They are getting up in age and posting some weird stuff on social apps.
Haskell's in school five of those days, he has plenty of available cash should he need something. He remembers the name of the person and the company of who fixed it last time. Asp burgers A 142 IQ. He will be the one to survive the nuclear blast.
I talk to him every morning make sure he is up for school. Weird because I can see what he is doing in the common areas of the house. For example today he tells me he is in the laundry room waiting for the dryer to stop . The camera shows him going in his room from the night before and staying in there all night. That is his bed making that noise not the dryer and the reason he needs me to have to call him me back.
Then my pervy Dad brain in my mind goes to.... Hey dad can't talk right now I am having sex with myself I will call you back. That would have been brief and to the point. Honest. The problem is either way their is the picture in my head. To avoid that picture there are just some things I don't need or want to know or do I?
What I had zero clue about was my son sexual preference. He was sixteen socially but emotionally he was twenty all based on science. The nerdy side made him fearless and friendly. While he sees everything was a chance to learn something you did not know before. He checked out everyone. In an non sexual way but as a nerd. His forever answer to his mother about girls was not until college. He interviews every new person he meets and files that away for instant recall he can continue the conversation form the last time he saw you. Days weeks months and years it didn't matter.
We flew out Friday morning and Friday night I get footage of two guys playing the PS five butt ass naked. Then they put the remotes down and did gay stuff to and with each other. I did not mention this to my wife she would be nuts all week and want to go home. Then Saturday morning John and Will come over as Lewis was leaving having spent the night.
John leaves around dinner time and attendance is required at his house. From my favorite window spot I watch as my son seduces the poor young man. Will did not have a chance. He was there the next morning also. Cereal naked no big deal until that random Cheerio or two falls in someone's well you know. My cameras may have to go.
Will and Haskell seem to be hitting it off really good. He leaves around three and I was freaked out when I checked back in Haskell had cleaned up the whole place. Like none of it ever happened to begin with. Better than my wife and maid service. I get a doorbell notification and it is a pizza guy. I can see the guy at the door I can see Haskell wear what looks like a pair of his mothers undies. The lacey kind. He looks naked form behind walking to the door.
The pizza man is in utter shock but accepts my sons invitation to come inside. The guy put's the pizza down the two of them start making out. Not only was Haskell gay he was really good at being gay, That kid was at least eighteen, and stayed for fifteen minutes. The two clean up and he goes back to work. Haskell is on the couch with the pizza box and Netflix. I refuse to look at another notification until I get home. I am done. It is a perverted nivation of my 16 plus year old gay sons sex life. Which went form zip to slut in forty-eight hours. How could I have not seen this .... never mind.
Fifty-five minutes later the doorbell rings. The pizza guy is back and naked in seconds after closing the front door. Thank god the two of them ran to his bedroom and stayed there. I sleep in late for some reason after some strange dreams. My wife is talking to Haskell who wants us both on the phone.
The pizza guy is Randy he is eighteen and just graduated last year. We knew him just had not seen him around for a while. He lives across the street and has for ten years. My fifteen year old son as a Junior was helping him study for taking SATs. They both did extremely well and fell in love with the process. I am still confused who's suggested gay stuff and at what point it started. They are gay, boyfriends and want to get an apartment and start at the community college next year. Haskell could go to college just about anywhere, and swears this for only two years. They are in love and want to get married.
My wife was crying and hyperventilating at the same time. Then Randy speaks which got my wife's attention. He says not the way we wanted anyone to find out and for that they are sorry. Haskell had a bucket list of things to do before he could make a commitment. I agreed he needed to do that. Just to make sure.
BOOM these were kids solving their own problems, dealing with their reality. They also just realized I was watching the whole time. This was them trying to explain the weekend without more pictures. For the last few days we all had left not a naked body was seen on camera. However their were several intentional make out sessions. Which ended with a post it note We love each other.
I am relaxing for the first time this whole trip, a little proud of my gay son and his boyfriend. They are just kids trying to grow up. Not wasting anytime getting to the part that counts. Then my wife comes out of the bathroom saying. Have you seen the video coverage of what has been happing the last four days back home? Is that why we have had so much sex?
I blame it on hotels rooms turn me on. You don't care who hears you, no one is walking in no you. It's like you are cheating on the old married couple that rarely does this anymore. We let Randy move in the extra bedroom and they took turns who's room they used. My wife and I started taking a lot more road trips. All inside cameras are off but we did keep the view from our kitchen sink.
Kitchen Sink - Story Time Blog
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