Neither of us considered ourselves gay.Doc, we had some great sex together. Let me detail a few occasions. We really liked to 69 so we did that freque...ntly. We were only fourteen and fifteen so we didn't have any privacy -- we'd have to initiate sex when nobody was home or when we could sneak it in without getting caught. And we never did get caught. We had a mutual friend who was a very devout Christian and an obsessive musician. Vinnie and I actually sucked each other's cocks while this. These were only rumors of course, I wasn't sure of any of this. I did know however, if it were true, I looked forward to it. I went to sleep that night dreaming of the pleasure I might feel.Throughout the day, many members congradulated me on my coming of age. By sundown, the celebration had began. So far, everything rumored was true. I was celebrated with flowers all around me and fern crowns all over the table. We feasted on a large hog. A basket was given to me, and as attendants left, they. It’s just the way people think. The President of the United States is a Black man. The Governors of Massachusetts and New York are Black men. Black people have come a long way.But racism will never die. I was in Brockton the day that racist bastard, Keith Luke, went on a rampage to kill as many non-whites as possible. I looked Cadet Maria Joseph in the eye and told her that even if I became Emperor of the planet Earth tomorrow, I could never forget that I am a Black man. Not ever. Maria smiled,. "Can you even see me?" I laughed. "Only your head, dear." Are you comfortable?"I wiggled around on my son's lap. "Yea, I don't mind this at all."I turned on the radio. As I was listening to the music. I started to feel something hard. I reposition my ass, but it didn't go away. I also noticed my son got real quiet. "It wasn't there when I first sat down." I thought to myself. Then I realized what I was feeling. My son was getting a hard on. I really didn't think about giving him a hard on by.