Discovering Dad

1979 was the year that so much changed for me. It was the year I left school with very poor CSE results. It was the year I lost my virginity. It was the year my parents split up. It was the year I discovered I was bisexual. It was the year I found out that taboo turned me on.

I remember the night that Mum told me she was leaving Dad and moving in with a colleague from work, Derek, on the other side of Bournemouth. I was stunned. My parents didn’t fight, hardly argued, and, judging by the noises I heard from their bedroom next to mine, had a healthy sex life. Mum said she’d always love my Dad but that she wanted more from life, and Derek would give her that. She asked me if I wanted to live with her or Dad. I was so angry, hurt, and upset, that I knew I wanted to stay with Dad. Mum said she understood, but that I’d always have a room in her new home when I wanted to stay over.

The next few months weren’t easy. Dad was like a zombie and was really suffering. He went on a few dates, but nothing came of them. Finding a job for me at that time with my lack of qualifications wasn’t easy, but in the end, I got a job washing and polishing cars for a second hand car dealer near home. That was the point at which things started to get better. Dad went on a date with a woman who told him that he was so bloody miserable and to stop feeling sorry for himself before trying to start with someone new. Dad tried to argue that wasn’t the case, but he realised she was right. Over the next few weeks, he became a new man. He started swimming several times a week, he booked a holiday for the two of us in France; and he rented a new colour TV and video cassette recorder from Radio Rentals in town.

This was the era of under-the-counter knock-off cheap copies of mainstream films as well as, for the first time in people’s homes, an incredible variety of porn. There were several small video rental shops near by, and we often used to choose a film for a few nights,, and we knew which ones had tapes for’special customers’ with Scandinavian, German, or US porn. Then there were the tapes passed around mates in pubs and factories.

So Dad and I watched a lot together. The first porn film I remember seeing was German and had lots of anal sex in it. Who knew? I remember getting hard and looking over at Dad on the opposite sofa with his trousers undone. I was almost as mesmerised by that sight as I was by some German actress with a guy’s cock in her ass! There wasn’t much of a story, but there was plenty of action nonetheless. After the film finished, Dad did up his trousers and got a beer.

“What did you think? I got it from a guy at work.”
“I loved it, Dad, had no idea that people fucked in the ass!”
“Really? Your Mum loved it up there.”
“Bloody hell, Dad!”
“Ah, there’s no point in us having secrets, is there?”

There were darts on the TV by then, but all I could think about was Mum being buggered by Dad. I wondered if Derek did the same!

Over the next few months, we watched lots of porn, more so than regular films, and I started to wank as I watched, just as Dad did sometimes. One Saturday night, I’d gone to bed before Dad but around 1 a.m., I got up for a piss. I could hear the TV on downstairs, and it was obviously another porn film. As I got to the top of the stairs, I could see Dad in his dressing gown, wide open, and stroking his large cock. I watched for a little while and then looked at the TV. They weren’t the prettiest actresses on screen - and then it dawned on me that these weren’t actresses, these were men wearing women’s clothing. There was lots of sucking and some fucking, and all the time Dad was masturbating to it. I retreated quietly to my room.

The next morning, I was still thinking about this. The weather was lousy, and after breakfast, Dad suggested we put a video tape on. Neither of us had got dressed, and we were both in dressing gowns.

“What do you fancy watching?
“Umm, how about that film I caught you watching after I’d gone to bed?”
“You what?”
“Men in women’s clothing.”
“I’m sorry, son, I had no idea you’d seen that.”
“It’s OK, Dad, but I would still like to watch it.”

Dad argued a bit, but I was certain that was what I wanted to watch. I set up the tape, and the film started. The guys were all about Dad’s age or older, some wearing corsets or basques, some in stockings and knickers. I saw guys taking other guys’ cocks in their mouths and blowing them. I was hard as a rock. Dad only undid his trousers after seeing that I was wanking. We watched more of the film but after about 45 minutes, I paused the tape.