Once upon a time, I was a child. Truly innocent in my youth, I was born as a butterfly where I would happily live my life until the day it happened. The day I realized that I was gay. It all started when I looked at my father mowing the lawn. The sweaty sheen on the muscular contours of his sexy body. I remember distinctly the erection building in my pants as I watched him make laps around our backyard lawn, grass particles sticking to his smooth skin. I remember just as clearly walking to him and reaching into his pants. I made sure to leave a thin trail of saliva leading from his lower tight abdominals to his rising ♥♥♥♥. It was so warm in my mouth. Even warmer was the semen ejaculated on to my tainted, smiling face.