The Day of Awakening
Without looking at me, he said. "Can we talk? I did the laundry today and I have some questions I'd like to ask you."
"How many drinks have you had Dad?'
"It's my third." He exhaled. "When I picked up my briefs which I'd tossed into the laundry basket after my workout, they were damp. One sniff revealed the dampness' origin. Semen. Can you tell me what circumstance led to that?"
I cleared my throat feeling braver than I had ever felt before. "In order to answer that question, you must first explain to me why you have an account at the Pride factory, a gay specialty shop, under your name."
"When you were younger, I began letting my true colors surface. I met a man, Paul, at the gym, and we started off as friends but eventually I fell in love with him. My business trips were lies. I lied to spend quality time with the man I fell in love with Paul. Your mother had already fallen in love Jesus and moved out of our bedroom and into her own space around the time you were ten. Now your turn."
"I'm gay and my fetish is men's underwear. I took your underwear because I was beyond the brink of horny and was compelled to briefly steal your underwear to help me cum. As I have met a man, Kurt, I like very, very much, we have decided to date and as I'm 18 years old, I'm going to move in with him, if he'll have me. Graduation is a few weeks away. I'll stay here with you and mom until then.
Suddenly Mom's bedroom door flew open. "You are all agents of the devil. Homosexuality is a crime against Jesus, a capital sin and Youse is all going to H. E. double Hockey Sticks!" With a suitcase in her hand, she marched out the front door screaming! "I want a divorce and I'll get this house and y'all can go live Satan!!" She left the front door wide open.
Two beats. And father and son busted out laughing.
"I'll move in with Paul."
Kurt curiously stepped in the house and closed the door. "I guess she's not happy."
"Aren't you a little old to be dating my son?"
"Dad!"
Kurt shook his head, "No I don't. He's 18 and I'm 23. I own my own business, and he'll be a part of that. "And it's good to see you again, David. you've been in my shop many times with ... ... Paul, I think his name is. "And David Jr. will have a place to work while he's in college."
"Hey," David Sr. said. "Why don't we all go out to dinner." I'll call Paul."
