The real coming out, came on my mother's death bed. She was in the hospital and knew she was dying. She asked my father and brothers and sisters to leave the room. She told them she wanted to talk to me, her oldest son. I wasn't sure what she wanted to talk to me about. I thought it might have been to make sure the family talked and got together once in a while. At that time in my life my family was living in different cities and states. During the past few years, my brothers and sisters got married had kids and moved for their jobs. So we grew apart a little, but when it came to mom, we all kept in touch. We had no choice regardless how old we were, you always had to call mom at least every 2 days. I should let you know over the past 10 years I have lived on my own without dating a women, and had all male roommates. And I had been married to a women prior to the 10 year period. My Ex-wife knew I was gay, but that another story.
My first real guy that admitted he was gay and I admitted I was gay. Was a Guy named J---,(that’s what he will be refer to from now on in this story.) J--- was two weeks from being 20 years old when I met him.More to come...
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