At this point I had no idea my Dad was into cock. “Your father wanted you both to have a place to bring men home.” “This apartment is used for sex, sir,” he said with a straight face this time.
“Each room contains a bed, sir,” he replied. “Why is there a bed in the living room?” I asked. “And this is your apartment,” he said as we walked into the living room. The handsome man and I both looked at ourselves and then made eye contact in the mirror before stepping out. The elevator doors opened to a giant mirror in the foyer. She believed too much exposure to money would ruin me. Good schools, good apartment, nice cars, fun trips - but nothing too outlandish. My mother lives a privileged life but keeps it all in check. My Dad was extremely wealthy, but he had never done anything like this before. “You’ll share this with your father when either - or both of you need to get away,” he winked. “This is your apartment, sir,” he smiled again. “So, what the hell is this?” I asked confused. The doors closed behind us and we awkwardly stood as it began to climb floors. “The key goes in here, turn, and wait,” he said looking into my eyes and holding it as the elevator opened behind him. I watched the man’s big, firm ass as he walked in his tight dress pants to the elevator. “It goes directly to your apartment, sir. “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.