It was a side of him only you got to see. Only you had the privilege of getting to know the secret him, the him that was hidden under all the expectations society had on him. You weren’t even suppose to find out but you always loved the way he smelled and you had noticed the Smokey smell of leather and cigars early on as a child but said nothing.
He never officially came out to you and you never officially came out to him. You found his stuff and he found your porn. There were no questions. He simply one day came to your room, dressed in his leathers, a cigar in his mouth and told you that if you lit it, then you’d be his, no questions asked, no others before you. You removed the matches from under your bed. The look on your daddy’s face when you lit his cigar told you that you had found your place in life, not only as his son but as his boy.
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