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.
