We had a baby, a son. It was tough for a couple years because my parents were older and and fate had a different plan for her and her parents.When My...son was three, her parents got hit by a drunk driver and were instantly killed. The next couple of years brought the death of my mother and father, who were in the sixties. My father died of a heart attack and my mother died peacefully in her sleep.Fate would play another cruel trick. When my girlfriend was in the wrong place at the wrong. ‘Haha, you are fucking crazy!”, I replied. All it took was a few more suggestions of him wanting to see a picture of my cock for him to jerk off to. Next thing I knew I was sending pictures of my dick, raging boner, and then followed with videos of me jerking myself off. The next morning I was scared and wondering: “Am I bi? Will he tell anyone?” This went on for a few more months. I would get drunk and send him pictures and he would send me the aftermath of my pictures, him with cum all over. Her visit seemed to energize my little brother. He went from a B student to straight A’s, telling me that he wanted to be sure that she was proud of him when she returned. I politely listened to his hopeful words but my heart still remained dead in my chest. ‘Steven?’ I looked up at Lance who had touched my shoulder and broke into sobs. ‘I was wondering when you were going to cry.’ I don’t know how long I cried but he moved us over to the couch and just held me until I was done. I took the wad. Did Frank want to watch? Was that it? Or have all three of us in bed, naked, at the same time? A sexual free-for-all? I don’t know, for sure, what his idea was. I never asked.I can’t quite remember how or when Frank found out I was a crossdresser. Did he realize it from the very beginning, the first time I sent pics of myself to him? Did I mention it to him in an email? “Oh by the way, if you’re into it I also happen to be...” The first few Saturdays I went over to spend the afternoon with.
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