maybe wait till next week when setherson gets back so we can tag team it

You guys think you're going to get an average white girl from ot before me?

She's got three inputs

chazs wife?

WOW Whoever that is Must be tough hang in there broski. Just dont ever think that was your son who u met that night. I'm sorry but I died laughing at the "I quit Cock" part

 

Originally Posted by Glo4m

Confession:


This is going to be tough, I've never ever told this to anyone, not my wife, not my close buddies, literally nobody.

It's a confession of two things, only one I'm 100% sure of.

I have an adult son, I won't reveal his exact age but he's between 25 and 40. He's one of three children, but he was my only boy. I raised him like I'd been raised, I wasn't hard on him, I let him make his own choices in life but I did try and get him involved in football, baseball, etc. and took him hunting when he was in his early teen years. From a pretty early age, it was apparent that he preferred guys. He never had a girlfriend up until about age 16 and she looked more like a man than I do. That relationship was brief and he "came out" about a month shy of his 18th birthday.

I guess I had learned to accept the fact that my son was gay well before he actually told us. Not once did my wife or I ever ask him about it.

So we obviously supported his lifestyle choice (what else can you do really?). Needless to say I was pretty disappointed at the time but I tried not to think too much about it and that was a lot easier when he moved away to go to college.

When my son returned from college, he stayed with us for about 6 months in our new house (we'd downgraded as we didn't need all the space, all the kids had moved out). We were living in a two bedroom place and the room he stayed in was only a few feet from ours and we had one adjoining wall.

My son probably brought home about 25-30 guys home over that 6 month period and needless to say, we could hear what they were up to. My wife thought it was "cute" and used to giggle sometimes at how loud it got. It tilted the shit out of me to begin with, but then it started to peak my interest. The ecstatic moans seemed so much more intense than anything I'd ever experienced with my wife or any other female for that matter.

My curiosity soon got the better of me and I started to look into gay porn. At first I found it very hard to watch but it grew on me and I soon started masturbating to it and having far less sex with my wife (from 2-3 times a week to 1-2 times a month) I was always extremely cautious not to get caught by the wife. That'd be a dealbreaker for her. I still loved her but I had this new intense passion that was made even more fun by how secrative and naughty it was.

After watching porn for about 3-4 months, my desire to actually be with another man was out of control (by this stage my son had moved out with what I assume was his boyfriend) I didn't know how I'd go about it though, I looked at a couple of personals but after speaking to a few of them over the phone, I thought there'd be a better option. I found out there's an all-male sauna/spa about 25 min drive from where we were living so I bit the bullet and went there one night. My first experience was with a guy who called himself "Marcellus" (he wasn't black). We had sex a few times, both taking and both receiving but no oral. I enjoyed it immensely, but I felt a deep feeling of guilt that I was betraying my wife with this man.

One day I went and Marcellus wasn't there. He never returned but I got to know a few others there and finally tried oral. There was a few glory holes in the cubicles there and I soon was quite a regular participant (but I would make sure never to be seen or see who I was blowing or getting blown by)

Ok, sorry, it feels like I've been typing this for years. There's just so many emotions, memories and feelings that spring to mind when I think about it.

When my son was born, he had about 5 dark birthmarks on different areas of his body, one was actually just above the base of his penis. My wife and I laughed about it when he was a baby that it looked like a little Hitler mo.

One night I was at the sauna and a fairly well hung member appeared through the hole. I was excited as hell as most of them aren't a great size. So I went to work and about 6 minutes later I had sucked it dry. When I finished I noticed a mark that looked similar to the birthmark my son had. My son was staying with us at this stage for a couple of days while he attended a friends funeral, usually he lived about 5 hours away.

I recoiled in horror and literally sprinted out. I don't know if it was my son. I don't know if my guilt/shame made my mind imagine that spot or it was just a coincidence but the complexion was very similar to mine and although it was sizeably bigger, it looked similar to mine.
I'm almost in tears right now, I pray to God that I didn't blow my son. I'm never going to bring it up to him and there's little chance he knew it was me but there's a part of me that really thinks that it was.

I stopped going to the sauna after that and have not had a single gay experience since. Much like a smoker quits cigarettes, I quit cock.

Wife and I are still together and she has no clue of my exploits, I rarely speak to my son. Not through choice, he's just incredibly busy in his job and now lives far away.

I guess I can answer questions if OT has any and please, I beg of you, if you think you may know who I am, please keep it to yourself. I've long been a member of this great site and although I don't make it round as often as I'd like, I still have a place in my heart for P5s

 

Originally Posted by Glo4m

Confession:


This is going to be tough, I've never ever told this to anyone, not my wife, not my close buddies, literally nobody.

It's a confession of two things, only one I'm 100% sure of.

I have an adult son, I won't reveal his exact age but he's between 25 and 40. He's one of three children, but he was my only boy. I raised him like I'd been raised, I wasn't hard on him, I let him make his own choices in life but I did try and get him involved in football, baseball, etc. and took him hunting when he was in his early teen years. From a pretty early age, it was apparent that he preferred guys. He never had a girlfriend up until about age 16 and she looked more like a man than I do. That relationship was brief and he "came out" about a month shy of his 18th birthday.

I guess I had learned to accept the fact that my son was gay well before he actually told us. Not once did my wife or I ever ask him about it.

So we obviously supported his lifestyle choice (what else can you do really?). Needless to say I was pretty disappointed at the time but I tried not to think too much about it and that was a lot easier when he moved away to go to college.

When my son returned from college, he stayed with us for about 6 months in our new house (we'd downgraded as we didn't need all the space, all the kids had moved out). We were living in a two bedroom place and the room he stayed in was only a few feet from ours and we had one adjoining wall.

My son probably brought home about 25-30 guys home over that 6 month period and needless to say, we could hear what they were up to. My wife thought it was "cute" and used to giggle sometimes at how loud it got. It tilted the shit out of me to begin with, but then it started to peak my interest. The ecstatic moans seemed so much more intense than anything I'd ever experienced with my wife or any other female for that matter.

My curiosity soon got the better of me and I started to look into gay porn. At first I found it very hard to watch but it grew on me and I soon started masturbating to it and having far less sex with my wife (from 2-3 times a week to 1-2 times a month) I was always extremely cautious not to get caught by the wife. That'd be a dealbreaker for her. I still loved her but I had this new intense passion that was made even more fun by how secrative and naughty it was.

After watching porn for about 3-4 months, my desire to actually be with another man was out of control (by this stage my son had moved out with what I assume was his boyfriend) I didn't know how I'd go about it though, I looked at a couple of personals but after speaking to a few of them over the phone, I thought there'd be a better option. I found out there's an all-male sauna/spa about 25 min drive from where we were living so I bit the bullet and went there one night. My first experience was with a guy who called himself "Marcellus" (he wasn't black). We had sex a few times, both taking and both receiving but no oral. I enjoyed it immensely, but I felt a deep feeling of guilt that I was betraying my wife with this man.

One day I went and Marcellus wasn't there. He never returned but I got to know a few others there and finally tried oral. There was a few glory holes in the cubicles there and I soon was quite a regular participant (but I would make sure never to be seen or see who I was blowing or getting blown by)

Ok, sorry, it feels like I've been typing this for years. There's just so many emotions, memories and feelings that spring to mind when I think about it.

When my son was born, he had about 5 dark birthmarks on different areas of his body, one was actually just above the base of his penis. My wife and I laughed about it when he was a baby that it looked like a little Hitler mo.

One night I was at the sauna and a fairly well hung member appeared through the hole. I was excited as hell as most of them aren't a great size. So I went to work and about 6 minutes later I had sucked it dry. When I finished I noticed a mark that looked similar to the birthmark my son had. My son was staying with us at this stage for a couple of days while he attended a friends funeral, usually he lived about 5 hours away.

I recoiled in horror and literally sprinted out. I don't know if it was my son. I don't know if my guilt/shame made my mind imagine that spot or it was just a coincidence but the complexion was very similar to mine and although it was sizeably bigger, it looked similar to mine.
I'm almost in tears right now, I pray to God that I didn't blow my son. I'm never going to bring it up to him and there's little chance he knew it was me but there's a part of me that really thinks that it was.

I stopped going to the sauna after that and have not had a single gay experience since. Much like a smoker quits cigarettes, I quit cock.

Wife and I are still together and she has no clue of my exploits, I rarely speak to my son. Not through choice, he's just incredibly busy in his job and now lives far away.

I guess I can answer questions if OT has any and please, I beg of you, if you think you may know who I am, please keep it to yourself. I've long been a member of this great site and although I don't make it round as often as I'd like, I still have a place in my heart for P5s

 

Originally Posted by Glo4m

Confession:


This is going to be tough, I've never ever told this to anyone, not my wife, not my close buddies, literally nobody.

It's a confession of two things, only one I'm 100% sure of.

I have an adult son, I won't reveal his exact age but he's between 25 and 40. He's one of three children, but he was my only boy. I raised him like I'd been raised, I wasn't hard on him, I let him make his own choices in life but I did try and get him involved in football, baseball, etc. and took him hunting when he was in his early teen years. From a pretty early age, it was apparent that he preferred guys. He never had a girlfriend up until about age 16 and she looked more like a man than I do. That relationship was brief and he "came out" about a month shy of his 18th birthday.

I guess I had learned to accept the fact that my son was gay well before he actually told us. Not once did my wife or I ever ask him about it.

So we obviously supported his lifestyle choice (what else can you do really?). Needless to say I was pretty disappointed at the time but I tried not to think too much about it and that was a lot easier when he moved away to go to college.

When my son returned from college, he stayed with us for about 6 months in our new house (we'd downgraded as we didn't need all the space, all the kids had moved out). We were living in a two bedroom place and the room he stayed in was only a few feet from ours and we had one adjoining wall.

My son probably brought home about 25-30 guys home over that 6 month period and needless to say, we could hear what they were up to. My wife thought it was "cute" and used to giggle sometimes at how loud it got. It tilted the shit out of me to begin with, but then it started to peak my interest. The ecstatic moans seemed so much more intense than anything I'd ever experienced with my wife or any other female for that matter.

My curiosity soon got the better of me and I started to look into gay porn. At first I found it very hard to watch but it grew on me and I soon started masturbating to it and having far less sex with my wife (from 2-3 times a week to 1-2 times a month) I was always extremely cautious not to get caught by the wife. That'd be a dealbreaker for her. I still loved her but I had this new intense passion that was made even more fun by how secrative and naughty it was.

After watching porn for about 3-4 months, my desire to actually be with another man was out of control (by this stage my son had moved out with what I assume was his boyfriend) I didn't know how I'd go about it though, I looked at a couple of personals but after speaking to a few of them over the phone, I thought there'd be a better option. I found out there's an all-male sauna/spa about 25 min drive from where we were living so I bit the bullet and went there one night. My first experience was with a guy who called himself "Marcellus" (he wasn't black). We had sex a few times, both taking and both receiving but no oral. I enjoyed it immensely, but I felt a deep feeling of guilt that I was betraying my wife with this man.

One day I went and Marcellus wasn't there. He never returned but I got to know a few others there and finally tried oral. There was a few glory holes in the cubicles there and I soon was quite a regular participant (but I would make sure never to be seen or see who I was blowing or getting blown by)

Ok, sorry, it feels like I've been typing this for years. There's just so many emotions, memories and feelings that spring to mind when I think about it.

When my son was born, he had about 5 dark birthmarks on different areas of his body, one was actually just above the base of his penis. My wife and I laughed about it when he was a baby that it looked like a little Hitler mo.

One night I was at the sauna and a fairly well hung member appeared through the hole. I was excited as hell as most of them aren't a great size. So I went to work and about 6 minutes later I had sucked it dry. When I finished I noticed a mark that looked similar to the birthmark my son had. My son was staying with us at this stage for a couple of days while he attended a friends funeral, usually he lived about 5 hours away.

I recoiled in horror and literally sprinted out. I don't know if it was my son. I don't know if my guilt/shame made my mind imagine that spot or it was just a coincidence but the complexion was very similar to mine and although it was sizeably bigger, it looked similar to mine.
I'm almost in tears right now, I pray to God that I didn't blow my son. I'm never going to bring it up to him and there's little chance he knew it was me but there's a part of me that really thinks that it was.

I stopped going to the sauna after that and have not had a single gay experience since. Much like a smoker quits cigarettes, I quit cock.

Wife and I are still together and she has no clue of my exploits, I rarely speak to my son. Not through choice, he's just incredibly busy in his job and now lives far away.

I guess I can answer questions if OT has any and please, I beg of you, if you think you may know who I am, please keep it to yourself. I've long been a member of this great site and although I don't make it round as often as I'd like, I still have a place in my heart for P5s

nice try bfactor.

 

Originally Posted by LeftyMark

See this is why I'm glad I don't have a son.

Because you're afraid that one day you'll end up sucking his ding dong?

 

Originally Posted by Shrubbery

Because you're afraid that one day you'll end up sucking his ding dong?

Sick brag about admiral having a huge cock

lol at that last story. even if its fake its pretty well put together

sax or Willy... any other guesses? :)