Something about seeing this private, intimate moment was so… beautiful. My instinct was to turn away and quickly leave, pretend I didn’t see it and just go on like nothing happened.
My dad was sitting back in bed, legs spread with a younger guy between them. I never knew when he was having sex, but sometimes I would see guys leave early in the morning. He’s not shy about his body or his personal life, but this was one thing that was always somewhat opaque. I know my dad has sex and he doesn’t really make a habit of letting me know when it’s happening. But as I looked, it was clear that what I was hearing was something else. It was late and I thought maybe he might be watching TV. so naturally, I turned my head to look toward his door. I was on my way to the bathroom to brush my teeth when I passed by my dad’s bedroom.
