It started back at home, when my dad found out the hard way that is son was gay. My dad had come home early and caught me blowing an older man that I had met on the internet. Ashamed of his gay son he sent me to live with my Grandfather, to finish out High school.
My Grandfather was a large man, barrel chested and very masculine. My father figured he would beat the gay out of me. My Grandfather lived on a small farm out in the hills of Virginia. My room was in the back of the house. The high school was small and I could tell I was the only gay guy there.
I turned eighteen in October and spent my birthday alone in my room. The next day was Saturday and I slept in. I rolled out of bed around twelve and dragged myself out to the kitchen for something to eat. Granddad was sitting at the table when I walked in. He was drinking his usual coffee.
"So, you're a queer?" he said so flatly it was like a slap to the face.
"Uhm, yeah." I just stood there. He had barely said two words to me since I had got there.
"So, you like sucking cock huh?"
I was tired of this already, "Yep, and I take it in the ass too."
"Really?"
"Yep."
He nodded and sipped his coffee. He stood and walked over to stand in front of me. "So my Grandson is a cum slut?"
I was nothing like the men in my family. I was slender and smooth, I let my hair grow long and I still had almost no body hair and I stood a full head shorter then he did. "Yeah, I'm a real faggot." I thought I was about to get my ass kicked.
"Get on your knees boy."
"What?"
