Larry in this three man selfie is on the far left. He for has long as I have been alive has been my father. For a short time he tried parenting that ending with my parents divorce at the age of twelve. Four the last four years we have been best friends and has giving me permission to sign his name for school stuff. He trusts me. At thirty two my father briefly attempted dating mostly younger females that wanted a daddy type boyfriend. Then he got burned a few times and stopped. At forty he is celibate.
Mo and Carl are brothers that have live next door since fifth grade. Mo is retired and Carl does marketing on the internet. Both are in their sixties and act like grandpas to me and dads to my dad. At sixteen without a actual parent just a best friend for a dad. Mo and Carl did their best to suggest limits to some ideas I get.
I turned sixteen and start blowing through girlfriends like farts threw underwear, and sometimes it gets messy. The issue being I was engaging in a minor picturlar sex act and giving a grade to the young lady. Then offering her a chance to improve her skills at my instructions. For the first three month of my sophomore year I was stud. The problem girls talk to each other. They compare note. They tell stories, that were meant to be private between the two people involved. I went from a couple times a day to once a week if I am lucky to zero.
The brothers noticed a lack of activity and ask what was up. I explained. I just didn't understand how my dad goes without any now. I am a slut at school and girls are saying stay away, from me of all people. My Dad and best friend had gave me the learn from your mistakes speech. Never said a word about living with your mistakes. Thursday I get a detention for after school for an outburst a girl had aimed against me. It was me her, and the one gay kid Joey that is out at school. Only because it is so obvious. There is no pretending he is not.
We get released at the same time and I am walking home and he is ten steps behind me. The first block I am a bit paranoid he is like stalking me. He wants to find out where I live. I kept looking back after telling myself not to look back. Finally he says you know I live down the street from you right. Second house in the court. You live next door two the gay guys.
I froze in place, calculating what I should say. He catches up to me and I say. Yeah Mo and Carl they are awesome.
My parents had them talk to me about being honest and upfront with my identity as gay at such a young age. They have been very supportive.
Not sure why I have a sudden urge to pee. I said nice to meet you finally Joey, but I got to book or I am going to piss my pants. I barely made it home because the gay brothers or lovers were out in the yard and tried to have a conversation. I told them after I pee now. I wash my hands and exit to see Joey walking by and giving them both hugs. All three wave goodbye like three Queens of England. Confirming everything Joey said.
It sit in my gaming chair but never turn on a game. I sit and think of why the gay guys next door was a secret? There was no way dad would not know. I swear dad spends twenty minutes over every day after work. He says he is just checking on them they are like family. Fridays they drink beers in theri jacuzzi. OMG. 2 gay guys +1 single dad = gay stuff. It was basic biology.
Dad was due home in ten minutes and just as predicted he parks his truck in the garage. He walk over to the gay guys house. I snap a picture as he crosses in between houses. Twenty minutes later he exits their house and crosses the street to get the mail. He walks back through the garage opens the door yelling I am. I compare the before and after he exits pictures. His shirt tail was out. His hair messed up. He had a smile on his face. Case closed.
The question was what do I do with this information.
I did not say a word about any of this to my father over the dinner delivery. Domino's Chicken Alfredo and Salad. As we were cleaning up I asked How was Mo and Carl. He said They are fine they asked if you made it home without pissing your pants. I text my dad and before and after picture. His phone beeps he looks and I ask how long have you been doing gay stuff with the gay guys next door. I have never seen my dad turn white. I was thinking where is all that blood going. A heart attack or he is just going to explode. He dropped a holy F bomb for the first time ever. He said: I am sorry but if my 16 year old son can figure that out the whole neighborhood has to know. His color started returning.
He called Mo and Care telling them I knew what is going on. It was a very one sided arrangement that had been going on for years. While after work is just the daily special. While the Friday Jacuzzi was my father had got to the point of making out with one while the other does other stuff. It probably means he is now bisexual. There are things he will never do. The point being it works for everyone involved and should be no ones business. They admit the pictures I took was them being way too casual for our neighborhood. Weird lesson on how you see yourself and how other see you. Dad was in la la land denial.
I went home a different person. My father seemed a lot more human and lonely. This was him coping with what was available, comfortable, and safe doing. Dad admitted he struggles with sharing, being a couple, relationships, commitment. Not the best example for a sixteen year old son and best friend. Fact was some people do gay stuff and it does make them totally gay. Mo said during the Aids Crisis the trucking industry was having issue due to married truck drivers and sex on road trips. No one realized how many people were having gay sex until they started getting sick. I had some weird dreams that night. It is probably good I did not find out sooner.
I was thrilled to get to school and participated in class to avoid thinking about other stuff.
I go to lunch and look for activity. I find Joey eating lunch with a bunch of drama kids, and go sit down across from him and offer him a fist bump. It was if I hit a power on switch and he comes to life we bump fists. I confirm his house was three down and there was three feet of wall that his backyard and my backyard touched.
By placing a three step stepstool on each side of the wall. One could climb up sit down on the block wall pivet and step down the otherside. A fact that would come in handy as our friendship grew the last two years in high school. An arrangement we that would be our first lesson in a relationship. We went different directions for college and lost touch with each other.
Larry, Mo and Carl would all grow old together as best friends with benefits. I would go back and forth that line looking for that someone. A lifetime of three to five years of loving someone and then moving on. Starting over and learning how to love someone else, someone different. Share something awesome and special and I must say with love and no regrets.
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