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This story is a continuation of the bisexual aspect of my biography and it came as a great surprise to me!In the mid-nineties, my mother died leaving her husband of forty years a widower on the verge of retirement. As I was still single it gave dad and me the chance to spend some quality time together. My mother was a strong woman who tended to dominate the things she and my dad did. So it was good to get to know him for the person he was. I hadn’t long bought my first house in a town in the north of England so it was easy commuting between his and my house.One conversation came up about me getting married and settling down. Unsure of what l should say l asked him how broad-minded he was. He assured me that he was and l could tell him anything. At this point, I think he thought I was about to announce that I was gay. I swallowed hard and told him that while l loved women l also liked men and was not exclusive.Dad went very quiet and I thought I had said too much. Maybe he could accept me being one or the other but not both. When I asked him what he was thinking he quickly reassured me that he was okay with it but I had my doubts. He then started asking questions about how long l had been like this and I told him honestly that I had been questioning myself for most of my adult life.Being brought up a Catholic I was not to have any of those sorts of feelings so l suppressed them. I had long thought there might be a genetic aspect to it and dad was going to tell me about a member of the family that had caused a scandal. But again there was more silence which worried me a great deal and had me thinking l had ruined my relationship with him.After a few minutes of silence, l began to see if I could find a way out of this awkward moment when dad looked at me and announced that he too had had these feelings but that during Ankara escort his day it was illegal and impossible to meet like-minded people except by encounter.So there it was.My bisexuality came from my dad.He suppressed his feelings and went down the conventional route, marrying my mother and having four children. I, with the help of the new internet technology, was able to continue to experience both sides of my life. I have to say that this moment brought us closer together.We spent the rest of the afternoon talking about the bisexual side of our lives. He asked me about when l first discovered l liked sex with men and l briefly told him about the man in the cinema and Father Damien .l kept a lot of the details to myself, not wanting to shock the old man but he questioned me more closely about it and bit by bit he managed to drag everything out of me: my first wanking off by another man, my first blow job both giving and receiving, discovering the sensuality of it and the first time penetration was involved.I thought it only fair to ask the same questions and was shocked and excited to discover that he had a friend during his teenage years that became his wank buddy. He had sucked his cock but besides that and wanking, not much else. He did say that he was shown some black and white photographs of couples having sex in various positions. He confessed that while everyone else was leering and lusting after the tits and fanny of the girl he was silently admiring the cock images. This made me feel better about telling my dad the things I got up to and more relaxed about the sexually explicit language l was using.The conversation eventually came round to how to meet like-minded men. I told him about the wonderful world of computers and the internet. This was the done mostly by using Ankara escort bayan the telephone line. It meant unplugging the phone and connecting the line to the computer and hey presto you were connected to the world of whatever you wanted.I also reluctantly told him about Gaydar as l was on it and him knowing even more about me was a step too far but as l had a user name he wouldn’t recognise and no facial picture either. l thought l was safe. He did ask but l refused to tell him. He was clearly going to make up for lost time and I really couldn’t blame him.Over the next few weeks, dad bought a computer and l had the task of showing him how to use it and avoid the scams that were already starting to appear. Of course, we had to explore a few things on it mostly my dad’s favourite topic ‘men.’ Once again it was strange looking at erect cocks and pert little bottoms with your dad but he seemed relaxed about it so l thought I should be too though I did notice a bulge appearing in his trousers.Why not! There was one appearing in mine. We even discussed what he should put on his profile and we both decided that honesty was the best policy. Turns out dad was looking for someone very much like himself and life circumstances but fairly local as well. I did warn him to be patient but someone will come along. Over the next few weeks, dad became vaguer about what he was up to – that’s when l could get through to him and the phone wasn’t constantly engaged (as if l didn’t know what he doing ).Out of the blue, he called me and invited himself to dinner the following Saturday evening and asked if he could bring a friend with him and stay over after having a few drinks. Was he going to be licking or sucking? I know what I had my money on after our recent conversations. Obviously I agreed Escort Ankara but also wondered how this was going to go.Saturday evening arrived, food was prepared and in the oven when the knock on the door arrived and in walked my dad and another man who was introduced to me as Ray. Both were carrying a bottle of wine and a wide smile. Ray, as it turns out was very easy to talk to and I quickly understood why my dad liked him. Wine opened and poured, and we chatted about this and that. It turns out Ray’s circumstances were similar to dad’s and he too had repressed his bisexual feelings. Ray was divorced but there was no way he could tell any of his family what he was really about. So having a mate like my dad as a friend made everything acceptable.Ray had obvious questions for us both about how we felt about both being bisexual and how it all came about. Dad looked at me and smiled. l told him I was relieved that my secret life wasn’t hidden anymore and hoped dad would enjoy and find himself in his retirement. We all drank to that and got down to the food.There were more questions about some of the people I had met and I was relaxed enough to tell them about Father Damian and cross-dressing Craig (see my other stories). The more alcohol that was consumed, the more I found I was able to talk about some of the things I had done with other men freely. Dad took it all in his stride. He said that he and Ray had already enjoyed each others company without the need for clothes. This conversation was surreal but the wine had reduced our inhibitions and it began to seem an everyday way of talking.Ray and my dad were sitting opposite me together on the settee and as we talked l could see Ray gently stroke dads leg and it was clear he was aroused by the explicit nature of the conversation. He looked at dad and asked him if he looked like me twenty-five years ago. Dad said he thought I did. Then he asked if I looked the same without clothes. Dad said that he would have to ask me which he did. Now l had been curious about what Ray might look like without his clothes too and as this was turning into something quite erotic.

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