“You’ll use it to open this elevator to the far right,” he gestured around the wall. “Here’s your elevator key,” the muscular twenty-something smiled. “Mr Heaton,” a man behind the desk called out to me. “Hey,” I quietly replied as I hurried in the building past the front desk. The building had a door man who tipped his hat and said, “Good afternoon, Mr Heaton.” Again, it didn’t come with an explanation, so I ventured to midtown one day to find out what it was for. It was in a tiny jewelry box with an address. Dad and I hadn’t had the discussion about me being a bottom, but I guess the enema kit he found in my trash was a giveaway. My second gift was a dildo - a Shane Diesel replica. The gifts never came with an explanation … just a quiet smile and a wink and it was never mentioned again. ![]() ![]() ![]() I came out to my parents when I was 16, and my Dad began quietly dropping off gifts my Mom didn’t know about. I get my sex drive and love of cock from my Dad.
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