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The Secret - part 8

By DoggyStyle57 - December 2012

10/16/2012 (Tuesday morning)

While they were getting ready for school the next morning, Hans rested a hand on Ryan's shoulder, and said, "Ryan? I'm really sorry about what happened last night at the park."

"You don't need to apologize for getting us into a fight, Hans," Ryan said, "I get into fights all the time, and that wasn't even much of a fight. We hardly even mussed up our clothes."

"No, not for that, but for... well, for agreeing to suck off those boys," Hans said. "I cheated on you, right in front of you!"

"Well, it's not like they gave you a choice, Hans!" Ryan said.

"But... I did have a choice. I coulda fought back from the start. But I... well, I kinda wanted to suck them off again," Hans said, blushing. "Am I strange or something, to like dressing like a girl, and like having sex with boys? I mean, even though they forced me to do it, I enjoyed sucking their cocks!"

Ryan kissed Hans on the nose, and said, "You're no stranger than I am, with the way I like to dress and act like a boy. I haven't ever really considered having sex with another girl, but... I guess I wouldn't say no if some girl I liked wanted to try it with me. Mom had a girl lover for a while, and nobody in our family thought they were strange."

"She did?" Hans asked. "Man, my grandparents woulda thrown a fit if dad came home with a boyfriend instead of a girlfriend. I've heard them saying all sorts of nasty things about 'faggots' when they didn't know I could hear them. Dad doesn't talk about that sorta thing, and I've been afraid to ask him. Maybe I should talk to your mom? She might understand how I feel."

===

Once Karl and Hans had moved in, Karl had insisted on paying the mortgage and all the major bills. With Karl's six-figure income, he had said that as far as he was concerned, Melanie didn't really need to work at all. Her work around the house and caring for Karl and the kids was more than enough for her to contribute to their informal family. But she didn't want to give up her job just yet, in case things didn't work out between her and Karl. She'd been burned too many times by relationships that looked great at first, but suddenly fell apart. So Melanie had told Deloris, her supervisor at the restaurant, that she wanted to cut her work schedule back to half days, working only the opening shift, so she would have more time for 'family matters'. Deloris had been pretty supportive about it, since Melanie was one of her more reliable waitresses. So now Melanie went to work after dropping both kids off at school in the mornings, and was back at home by one in the afternoon.

Karl would also go to his office in the mornings, to be available for any meetings with clients or his colleagues. Then he would work out at a gym on his lunch break, and come home to telecommute each afternoon, eating a late lunch at his desk, or at the kitchen table.

This worked out perfectly for their family, since it gave Melanie a little private time with Karl each day, before the kids were done with school, and then she could then pick them up, or have the kids ride a school bus home, or even ride their bikes home, if she took the bikes with them in the morning on a bike rack strapped to the back of her sedan.

On Tuesday afternoon, Melanie waited until Karl seemed to have a break in his work. Then she sat across the kitchen table from him and said, "Karl? I think that Hans will need more practice walking in heels and moving around in a long dress, so he can look natural and not hurt himself at the Samhain party. Walking in high heels isn't a trick you learn overnight, you know. I'd like your permission for him to wear a long skirt and high heels at home after school each night, and all day on the weekends. Just when he's inside the house, of course. Then I can teach him how to move and sit like a young lady, and how to dance while allowing his partner to take the lead."

"Do we really have to do that?" Karl asked, scowling. "It's bad enough that he wants to dress like a girl at all for that party. Do we have to encourage him to do it better?"

"Would you rather have it be obvious that he's a boy in a dress? Wouldn't it be less embarrassing if he looks so natural that no one at the party even notices that he's a boy?" Melanie asked. "Besides, teaching a child to be a young lady is a 'mom thing' that I'm unlikely to ever get to enjoy with Ryan. I never realized how much I was missing until I helped Hans to pick out that princess outfit. Please?"

Karl looked at her, and his expression softened. Then he sighed and said, "Well, when you put it that way, I guess it's all right. Go ahead and play dress-up with him, if he doesn't mind. Just don't allow him to be seen outside while he's dressed that way, or go sending pictures of him in a dress to my parents!"

===

As soon as the kids got home from school, Melanie met with them in the kid's bedroom. "Hans? I have great news for you! Get out your Princess costume, and put it on, with the panties, stockings, high heels and all - everything but the makeup and doing your hair. I talked to your father, and got him to agree that between now and the Samhain party, while you're here at home, you can wear a dress and high heels, so you can get practice walking and moving with them on. But he's still iffy about you dressing in girl's clothes, so I don't think you should act like you particularly enjoy being girly. If we can get him used to seeing you in a dress, it will be easier, I hope, to eventually get him to accept that you like wearing girly underpants and a bra under your boy clothes. But he's not ready for that yet."

"Okay!" Hans said, as he stripped off his school clothes and started putting on the panties and nylons for his costume. "Ummm, can I ask you a question? With me an' Ryan being handfasted, does that mean there's no way we should ever do anything sexy with anyone else? Or are there any exceptions for ... certain circumstances? We want to be clear on the rules."

Melanie replied, "Well, a handfasted couple should concentrate most of their affection on each other. But it is still acceptable for them to occasionally mate with others, provided they are open and honest about it to all concerned. For example, Hans, if you knew another girl that you really wanted to have sex with, Ryan should agree that it was all right with her, before you offer to have sex with the other girl, and the other girl would also need to know that you have a committed relationship with Ryan, and that what you want to do with the girl is an exception, being allowed with Ryan's consent. Does that make sense?"

"Yeah," Hans said. "But, what if... well, what if you didn't ask first? What if you didn't have a chance to ask first?"

Melanie frowned, and said, "I'll grant that there are certainly times when something intimate might happen spontaneously. In that case, the other person still needs to be told that you two are a committed couple, and the other partner should be informed as soon as possible after the affair. A handfasting is a trial period, Hans, and having experiences beyond each other to compare to can help make the right decisions for remaining together in the long run. Even married couples sometimes allow the same kind of occasional exceptions, and I think that's a healthy thing, as long as both partners agree it is okay. Is there some reason why you're asking this? Has something like that already happened?"

"Kinda, but it wasn't anything that Ryan or me meant to have happen," Hans said. "You wanted to know how I got started wearing girly stuff, right? Well, you remember the first night I met you - a few weeks ago, when I got grounded?"

"Yes. It was the first time your father brought me to his home after a date. You'd peeked in on Karl and I in the bedroom, after you were supposed to be in bed and asleep," Melanie said. "Personally, I wouldn't have minded letting you watch us, but your father insisted on protecting my privacy. What does that have to do with you wearing bras and panties?"

"Well, it's a kinda long story, an' I promised the other kids I wouldn't tattle on 'em. But... I didn't stay in my room that night," Hans confessed. "I slipped out through the window and joined some other kids that were having a sleepover. Well, first I peeked in a window at them, an' I got caught. It was a group of girls, an' they said I could only stay and play with them if I let them dress me like a girl too. I'd never done that before, but I... liked wearing their undies. I liked it a lot. I'd never seen a live girl naked before, either, but that night I sure did, and I even had sex with three girls! And... the next day, when I said I wanted to go play in the park with friends? It was with those same girls, and... they dressed me like a girl first. That Bernese girl that you and dad thought you saw walking down the sidewalk with the neighbor girls was me. I played at the playground all morning with them, and everyone there thought I was a girl."

"Oh really?" Melanie said. "So, is it one of those girls you want to mate with again?"

"Well, there's one or two of them that I wouldn't say no to, if they wanted to, but I don't think I'd get a chance, except maybe with one of them. That isn't it though. While I was at the park with them, dressed like a girl, I ran into three bullies - the same three that Ryan an' I fought yesterday. They caught me in the boys' bathroom, thought I was a girl, and forced me to suck their cocks. When Ryan and I went to the park together, I had girl clothes with me, and I dressed like a girl again after we got to the park. The same three boys caught us after we'd almost finished playing, and wanted me to suck them off again, and I did it. But they thought Ryan was my boyfriend, and they they started unzipping Ryan's pants, to make me suck off my 'boyfriend' too, while they watched. That was when I started fighting them. I was afraid they would rape her if they found out she was a girl. I didn't care what they did to me, but I had to protect her!"

Melanie was quiet for a while, and then said, "Well, I think that overall, you handled that pretty well, and I'm very proud that you were willing to go that far to protect Ryan. It does make me quite concerned about you kids going to the park without someone older to watch over you, though."

"Okay, thanks," Hans said. "Ummm, there's something else I'd kinda like to talk to you about too. Something I don't think I can talk to dad about."

Melanie patted the boy's hand and said, "You can always talk to me, Hans. I'll always be just as happy to help you in any way that I can as I am to help Ryan. Don't ever be afraid to ask me anything. Am I right in guessing that this also has something to do with what you did with those boys?"

"Ummm, yeah," Hans admitted. "Ryan says that you, ummm, had a girl as a lover for a while, and your family didn't think that was weird. But my grandma an' grandpa would have a fit if dad or I had sex with another guy. I'm not sure what dad thinks. I... I'm not too sure about my own feelings, either. I... enjoyed sucking their cocks, but I'm kind of scared to feel that way."

"Yes, my friend Mossflower was my lover for a while. You'll meet her at the Samhain party. We lived with each other for about three months. Well, as far as your own feelings go, you liked having sex with Ryan, and with those other girls you mentioned, right?" Melanie asked. "But now you're confused, because you had similar feelings when the other person was a boy? Were those boys in the park the first boys you'd ever had sex with?"

"Ummm, no. There was one boy before that. I had a friend in the town we lived in before we moved here. An older boy named Tommy. He was fifteen, and I was still seven - almost eight. He... well sometimes we would go to his place, and he showed me how to masturbate. We'd look at pictures of girls getting their butts fucked, and play with ourselves. One time, he... well, he kissed me, and then he fucked my butt. We didn't try to suck each other's cocks though."

"How did you feel about that?" Melanie asked. "Were you afraid of him? Did he force you to do it with him, like those bullies at the park?"

"N-no... I liked him, and... I wanted to try it with him. It felt weird, but kinda good, too. I woulda tried it again, but I was afraid of what dad or my grandparents would say," Hans said. "See, just a little while after Tommy fucked my butt, I heard some other kids calling Tommy a 'faggot'. I'd heard that word before, but I didn't know what it meant. My grandparents would say all sorts of nasty things about 'faggots' when they didn't know I could hear them. I tried asking my dad once what a faggot was, and he got all embarrassed, and said I was too young to talk about that sort of thing, and that I should never, ever say that word in front of my grandparents."

"Do you know what it means now?" Melanie asked gently.

"Yeah. I asked Tommy, the next time I saw him. He said it was a nasty thing to call a boy that liked sex with other boys. He knew they were calling him nasty names like that, and he said it was true that he did like sex with little boys like me, but that he never forced any boy to do it with him," Hans said. "That was the last time that I saw Tommy. A week later, Dad said Tommy moved away all sudden like, and that I'd never see him again. And right after that, we moved here. Miss, Melanie? Er, I mean, Mom? Is it a bad thing that I like boys and girls both, or that I like to wear girly stuff? Am I a... a faggot?"

"Well, I don't think it's a bad thing, Hans dear, and I certainly wouldn't use a word like faggot to describe you. It's much more polite and respectful to say a guy that likes sex with other guys is gay, or homosexual, or bisexual. But unfortunately there are a lot of people who wouldn't agree with me. Some people hate and fear any others who are different than they are - for race, or religion, or what they like sexually. I'm afraid it sounds like your grandparents are like that when it comes to homosexuals," Melanie said. "But you enjoying sex with other boys isn't a bad thing. When you have the capability to enjoy sex with both males and females, that's called being bisexual. Most people who are bisexual don't find out until they try sex with someone the same gender as they are, and realize that they like it. I didn't find that out about myself until I was in college, and my best friend, Mossflower, made love to me when I really needed a sex friend that I could trust. But I know a young man named Michael who says he knew when he was six that he liked kissing boys just as much as he liked kissing girls. He still dates both boys and girls."

"Enjoying wearing the other gender's clothes is called cross-dressing, or when you try to really look and act like the other gender, it's called being a transvestite. Lots of people do it - mostly gay males or bisexual males," Melanie added. "Technically Ryan dressing like a boy is cross-dressing too, but it's pretty much acceptable these days for girls to wear at least some traditionally male clothes."

"What about my dad? Do you... do you think he would hate me, if he knew I had enjoyed having sex with boys? Or if he found out that I like wearing girly undies?" Hans asked.

"I don't think he would hate you, Hans. But I'm pretty sure he wouldn't hug you and say it was wonderful, either. He found out just recently that I lived with Mossflower for three months, and that we were lovers. He was surprised, and I think he was a little more shaken about finding out I was bisexual than he wanted to let me see, but he said he didn't think any less of me for having done that," Melanie said. "The idea of you wearing girls' clothes definitely does make him uncomfortable, and I suspect that him having grown up listening to your grandparents' complaints about 'faggots' won't make it easy for him to accept the idea of gay or bisexual people being normal, healthy people - especially not when it's his son that might like having sex with other boys."

"Oh," Hans said sadly. "I was afraid of that."

"Let me ask you this, Hans," Melanie said. "If you could do whatever you wanted, have sex with anyone you liked, would you prefer both boys and girls, or only boys, or only girls?"

"Both, I think," Hans replied. "I wouldn't wanna give up on girls, or to break up with Ryan. But if it was okay for me to have sex with a boy now and then, I think I'd like that too."

"And when you dress up like a girl and play like a girl, do you feel like you'd rather really be a girl, if that was possible?" Melanie asked. "There are operations that can turn a boy into a girl, you know. Or is it just fun to wear the clothes and pretend to be a girl, and maybe have sex with boys who think you're a girl?"

Hans almost immediately covered his crotch with both hands, and said, "I wouldn't ever wanna lose what makes me a boy! Not even if I could magically become a real girl. My cock was really hard the whole time I was dressed like a girl in public. It's like when I'm wearing the panties under my clothes at school. It feels sexy just knowing I'm wearing girly stuff."

"All right, Hans. It sounds to me like you're just a perfectly normal bisexual male, with a cross-dressing fetish," Melanie said. "Oh, and there's a word for boys that cross dress as girls, and try to get other boys to mate with them as if they were girls, without letting the other boys know you're really a boy too. It's called being a 'Trap', and it's kind of dangerous to do when the other boy is not bisexual. A straight boy that suddenly finds out that he's just had sex with another boy would probably get very mad and want to beat you up. Imagine how mad those three bullies might have been if they tried to rape you vaginally, and found out you were a boy. When you do dress like a girl in public, you should be very careful not to allow any other boys to even kiss you, unless you're certain they would be just as happy to be kissing a boy."

"But how would I know that?" Hans asked. "I don't wanna get beat up, or have people calling me nasty names like 'faggot'. But I would like to try sex with a boy again, some day - 'specially if I was dressed like a girl when we did it."

"Well, when we go to the Samhain party, Ryan or I could introduce you to Michael and a few other boys close to your age that we know like both boys and girls. But I wouldn't advise that unless we can deal with your father's issues first. I'll try to have a special talk with your father after dinner tonight," Melanie said. "I think I can make your father see that how you feel is really no different than how I am. If he can love and accept me, then he ought to be able to love accept you - girly underwear and all."

===

After dinner, Melanie slipped next door with the kids, and asked her parents to watch the kids for a while. "I want to have some private time to sit and talk with Karl. And some of what I want to discuss with him are things he would most likely rather not talk about in front of the kids," she said.

"Well of course!" her father said. "When have we ever turned down a chance to spoil our kids? They can even spend the night, if you want."

"Well, I should probably be able to call you to send them back when it's their bed time. I just hope this goes well, dad," Melanie said. "Karl's been wonderfully understanding so far, but this... well, I guess it's better to push his comfort zone now, and if it blows up be done with it. If he really is the right guy for me, he'll have to understand and accept his new family completely, and not just tolerate a few unusual things in my past."

"Well, just be true to yourself, dear, and show him your heart," her father replied. "I have a good feeling about Karl. He's already accepted Ryan with open arms, and he's been open minded about our religious beliefs. That's a lot better than any other guy you've ever dated. What else could he object to?"

"Bisexuality. And not just in me, dad. It seems Hans is bisexual too, and likes cross-dressing, and Karl doesn't know it, yet," Melanie said. "Maybe he suspects. I have to find out, and if I can, I have to get him to accept his son's nature for what it is."

"Ah! So that's why he's in a dress tonight? The princess costume makes more sense now. You've been warming Karl up to this for a while, haven't you?" her father asked.

"Ever since the day I handfasted the kids. That was when I found out Hans likes wearing girly underclothes," Melanie said. "Today, he confirmed that he's bisexual, and likes cross dressing in public. So... even if it means risking my own relationship with Karl, I have to try to get Karl to understand Hans' preferences. It's the only way my kids can continue to be happy. We'll never be a stable family if Hans always has to hide his sexual nature from his father."

"The Goddess will watch over you, my child," her father said. "Go and do what you have to do. No matter how it works out, we'll be here to give you our love and support."

===

Karl was finishing washing the dinner dishes when Melanie came back from next door.

"The kids are with my mom and dad, until we call for them to come back," she said.

"Oh? Are you in a particularly romantic mood tonight?" Karl asked.

"Well, I hope tonight will make our love life and our relationship a lot stronger, Karl. And if tonight goes well, I'll certainly give you a very sexy reward. But I think it's time that we sat down and talked seriously about what we do and don't like sexually, and what our past experiences have been like. I don't want any more land mines in our relationship, like when Mossy accidentally outed me to you as being bisexual. You took that quite well, or at least you seemed to. But that could have really blown up on us, and I was terrified you'd leave me when she dropped that bomb on you. So come to the bedroom with me, dear, and let's explore our past sex lives and our preferences, so there are no more misunderstandings in our future."

Karl set down the pot he had been drying, and said, "Fair enough. I guess I haven't been very talkative on that point, have I? I'm afraid my parents weren't very good people to talk to about sex. I learned more about sex after I went to college than I ever learned from them, so bear with me if it's a bit difficult for me to talk about the subject."

===

Melanie Led Karl to their bedroom, sat on their bed, and said, "Why don't we start with what sorts of adult entertainment you enjoy. I'll tell you the same about myself, but I'd kind of prefer you to go first."

Karl sat beside her, and said, "Well, like most guys, I do have a small stash of porn. As I said, my parents were pretty uptight about sex, and especially about gay stuff, so when I lived in their home, I only bought small amounts of very straight and common porn. Stuff like 'Play Dog Magazine', and 'Rustler'. I never saw anything more kinky that that until I moved out to go to college. I knew it existed, of course. You can't go into a porn store without walking past shelf after shelf of different gender and species combinations. I just never bought or read any of the kinky-looking stuff. Later, when I was in college, I bought a few Lesbian and group sex films and magazines, and I'll admit that I liked them. I mentioned that when you and Mossflower told me about you two having been... lovers."

"Yes, I remember that," Melanie said. "Go on."

"Well I got married while I was still in college, and I threw out my porn stash then, because Norma detested porn," Karl said. "I haven't bought much porn since my divorce, because I had Hans to consider. I have maybe half a dozen DVD's and a similar number of magazines hidden in the space under the bottom left dresser drawer."

Melanie nodded, and said, "I'd like to look those over later tonight. Maybe I can make a few of your fantasies come true. I do occasionally buy porn movies, and I've watched a pretty diverse selection of stuff - plain vanilla; group sex; lesbian and gay films; bondage; and domination and submission. I usually just use it to get ideas, and prefer to more personally explore anything that interests me, with a real lover in my bedroom. I don't tend to keep any of them. The porn shop I buy mine at, downtown and fairly close to the restaurant that I work at, allows me to trade in a batch of 4 or 5 DVD's each time I want some new material to watch. So it only costs me about as much to get four or five 'new' DVD's as a single DVD would usually cost. So what about the real thing? What have you done, and have you ever tried anyone who wasn't canine? Is there anything you've never done, but have considered maybe trying?"

"My actual personal experience has been pretty boring, I'm afraid," Karl said. "It's all been straight, and mostly just vaginal and oral sex. I dated one bunny girl, the first year I was in college. Only time really I tried it with a girl that wasn't a dog, a wolf or a vixen. We weren't going steady - she couldn't be satisfied with any one guy. She didn't come back to school the next year, and I eventually heard that she'd had a kid by some other bunny, and later became a porn star. I even bought one of her DVD's, though I don't have it any more. I dated one wolf and a few breeds of dogs. The girl I married was Bernese, like me. I've had anal sex occasionally with a few girls - including my ex wife while we were still married. And about a year ago I had a one night stand with two vixen girls at once, who I met at a bar. I enjoyed it, but was slightly disappointed that the girls didn't make out with each other. They had a sorority rush challenge to go out in pairs and pick up an older guy, for a threesome. Things like your Domination and submission roleplaying, and having a girl wear cosplay outfits like a sexy school girl? That's all new to me. I... don't really have any weird fantasies to explore."

"I know you're good at cunnilingus. I've really enjoyed the way you lick me as foreplay," Melanie said. "But if I asked you to lick me after we had made love bareback, would you do it? Or would it bother you too much to lick where your own semen was dripping out?"

"I've never done that," Karl said quickly. "I don't know if I could stand the idea, honestly. I've seen porn where a girl licked out another girl right after a guy gave her a cream pie, and swallowed his cream. But that same girl had also sucked his cock and swallowed it that way. My parents... hate queers. It would be pretty hard for me to swallow a guy's cum - even if it was just my own. Maybe I could try it, eventually. But the idea is pretty revolting to me right now."

"It's sad how most guys have that double standard," Melanie said. "They think it's just great when a girl will suck their cock and swallow their cum, but they won't even kiss her after she's done it! It doesn't taste that bad, really. But do you think we girls swallow your cum because we love the taste? No, we do it because it makes our lover happy. I'll tell you this, Karl - right after a girl has had a vaginal orgasm, she's really sensitive, and getting licked right then is a really strong turn-on. So if you can set aside your prejudices and try it, you could learn a new way to give me a lot of pleasure."

"Well, maybe I could, for you. Eventually," Karl said. "So, what have you done?"

"Nothing as wild as you might be afraid of. I already told you about the adult collie guy that took my virginity when I was ten. My own sex partners since then were all males until last year, and there weren't that many of them. All dogs or wolves. I only did oral and vaginal sex with those guys. I'd suck their cocks, usually swallow for them, and maybe, if I was lucky, they would lick me as foreplay while they got hard again, and then we'd have vaginal sex once or twice, and it would be over. You and Mossy are the only ones I've tried anal with. Mossy taught me how much fun it could be to give oral sex to another woman, and taught me to use a strap-on dildo to do vaginal or anal sex with her, or her with me. And she taught me about role playing, of course. One time, we included a third girl - Dianna. She was that pretty Samoyed girl that was working with Mossy when we met her at Leather Dreams . Remember the girl with the purple-dyed fur that was flirting with you? She's the only other girl I've ever had sex with, and she's Mossy's current girlfriend now. Dianna isn't pagan, but she respects our beliefs, and as Mossy's girlfriend she'll be at the Samhain party."

"Hard to forget someone who was naked and purple when you first met her," Karl admitted.

Melanie took a deep breath, and then said, "Karl, I understand that your parents hate gay or bisexual people. It's sad, but I'm used to the fact that no matter what I do, there are going to be people out there who will hate me for what I am, or what I've done, or for my religious beliefs. I can live with the fact that if your parents find out I'm bisexual, they might tell you that you shouldn't be with me. But I need to know if, deep down, you hold the same views as your parents. I need to know where that puts me in your mind, since you know now that I've had sex with women before, and liked it. And I guess that most importantly, I need to know... if it came down to a choice of keeping me as your mate, or keeping your parents happy and discarding me because I'm not straight, or because I'm pagan... who wins?"

Karl hugged the collie girl tightly, kissed her, and said, "Melanie, Melanie... Is that why you wanted to have this talk? I already told you that I don't care what you did back in college with Mossflower, especially since you were on the rebound from a nasty breakup with a guy. You're here with me now, you're a wonderful mom to Ryan, and you care about my boy Hans as much as if he was your own son. How could I hold your past against you, when what you are here and now is so wonderful? "

Melanie returned his kiss passionately, but she still looked worried. "I can't tell you how glad I am to hear you say that, Karl. But what if... my being bisexual wasn't just 'in my past'? Could you still love me and respect me even if I still occasionally wanted to have sex with girls? Like, if I wanted to invite Mossy to join us for a three-way?"

"You'd allow that? Seriously?" Karl asked. "Well, I have to admit that the idea turns me on. But even if we kept it secret from my parents, what would your parents say? They expect us to get handfasted in about another month, and Mossy said that merely announcing that we planned to get handfasted put us 'off limits' for her."

"Unless we both asked her to join us, Karl. That's the key," Melanie said. Then she gave Karl the same explanation that she had given to Hans, about how a handfasted couple could agree to include a third person, by mutual consent. "My parents have the same arrangement in their marriage. They have a few special friends of either gender that they occasionally invite to join them for threesomes, or lady friends that my mom will occasionally mate with on her own. So if you want to watch me making love to a girl, and to make love to that same girl yourself, all you have to do is ask. In fact, if I call Mossy and ask her, we'd probably have you, me, Mossy and Dianna too, and you could mate with all three of us!"

"Well, if you're serious, then I guess I wouldn't mind if you occasionally had sex with a girl - especially if I got to watch and mate with her too," Karl said.

"All right then. I'll call Mossy tomorrow, and see if I can set up a dinner date here for the four of us, with the kids spending the night with my mom and dad. Call it a reward for you accepting completely that I'm bisexual," Melanie said. "But I have to ask you... if you are okay with the idea of me being bisexual, then why does it bother you so much to see your son in a dress? Is it just that you're afraid of how your parents might react if they saw him like that?"

"That, and a lifetime of listening to my parents berate gays and lesbians certainly doesn't help matters," Karl admitted. "I need to tell you one more thing about my parents, so you'll understand just how deep their prejudice against gays runs. I have two older brothers, Bernard and Manfred. Back in 2003, Manfred had moved out on his own and was living in LA, and he wrote us a letter where he came out of the closet as being gay. Our parents completely disowned him. They removed him from their wills, and treated him as if he was dead. They even went so far as to destroy or hide every picture of him that was in their home, and forbid Bernard and I from ever speaking his name in their presence. Hans doesn't even know his uncle Manfred exists. I was... going to explain it to him, when he got old enough. Bernard and I both told our parents that we would refrain from mentioning Manfred around them, but that we refused to disown our brother. That... caused a lot of grief and tension in our family. It's been nine years since then, and I don't think they will ever accept Manfred as their son again. I'll admit that my parents' attitudes make it hard for me to be around gays, and especially around gay males. I grew up in their home, hearing them spout that venom for as long as I can recall. But it wouldn't be the first time I've told my parents to go to Hell over their bigoted attitudes. If they disown you because you had a female lover, then they can just disown me too, and to Hell with them."

"Wow, that's... really harsh of them," Melanie stated. "But is that all though? I mean, you're over a thousand miles away from their home now. They'll never see how Hans is dressed here."

"Honestly? I'm also more than a little bit worried that Hans may be... more like his uncle Manfred than me. One of the biggest reasons I moved us here was because... well, back in Winslow, where we used to live, there was a teen aged boy named Tommy who my son was friends with. Tommy was one of the kids that used to babysit younger kids in the neighborhood, and watch over them for the parents when they played in the park playground. A few weeks before we moved, the parents of one of the neighbor kids that he was babysitting came home early, and caught Tommy with his cock up their seven year old son's ass. It went to trial extremely fast, and six other young boys in our neighborhood - almost every male kid in our neighborhood between the ages of six and twelve - admitted that Tommy had also seduced them. They convicted Tommy of seven counts each of statutory rape and sodomy, and sent him to jail."

"Oh dear! And you're afraid that Hans was also one of his victims?" Melanie asked.

"Yes, but I had no proof, and I didn't want to see any proof," Karl said. "I... haven't been able to get myself to ask Hans, and I didn't let Hans see those newspaper stories, or watch the news on TV for a while. He thinks that his friend just moved away. I couldn't take the risk that Hans would hear about Tommy, and admit that he had also been a victim. If he had admitted that, then his grandparents surely would have found out, and I'm afraid that they would have treated him just as badly as they treated my brother Manfred, for not turning Tommy in as soon as it happened. Hans... never complained about Tommy, though I know he spent time alone with him several times. And that worried me even more, because it made it seem that Hans was a willing participant in the older boy's sexual activities. I'd already had job offers from an investment firm in this town, and had been considering moving ever since my divorce. That incident is what made me change jobs and move to another state."

"Well, you know now that he does like girls," Melanie said cautiously. "I've watched him mate with Ryan, and he's definitely not gay. In fact, he's quite enthusiastic about having sex with a girl. Neither of our kids are bashful about sex, and if it would make you feel any better, they would probably be happy to make love to each other in front of you. So... does it really matter, now that you're thousands of miles away from your parents? Wearing a dress isn't going to make Hans gay, any more than me wearing your boxer shorts is going to turn me into a dyke and make me leave you for Mossflower. At worst, the boy may be bisexual. And is that so bad? I'm bisexual, and you just said you can accept that in me. My family accepts that every person is to at least some degree bisexual. Both of my parents have had bisexual experiences too. I'd be perfectly ready to love and accept Ryan or Hans if either or both of them decided they were bi. Can you say the same?

Karl looked at Melanie, and hung his head in shame. "I haven't had the courage to ask him about Tommy, even though Hans may have needed therapy or some other sort of help. Has... has he told you anything, one way or the other?"

"I think you need to ask him that directly, Karl. He's your son, and I shouldn't have to stand between you passing messages like we were all in third grade," Melanie insisted.

"You're right. And even if the thought of him enjoying sex with another male makes me uncomfortable, he is my son, and I do love him," Karl said. "He needs to know that love is unconditional. Even... even if he is bisexual, or... likes wearing dresses. I'd be quite a hypocrite to accept you and reject him, now wouldn't I?"

"Yes, you would," Melanie said. "But I'll be very proud of you if you can face your fears, and embrace your son in spite of them. Talk to your son, and do it soon. He's a good boy, no matter what his sexual orientation may be. Go next door and get the kids, and while you're doing that, I'll call Mossy to set up a date for later."