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my wife's father was a closeted gay during his entire life, but he had many flings even though his wife and daughter both knew. after the wedding he slowly warmed to me and came on to me over a few years we had an occasional affair, including a few weeks together hunting and fishing and making wildly sensual love. henry was submissive and even effeminate. when his first grandkid was born we called a halt to our affair and he took new directions in his queerness. he made contact among young gay men from the nearby state college, and also among men of his generation, some new acquaintances and some butt buddies from long ago. when he died suddenly of a heart attack he was memorialized by his good friend dave: "henry liked dick. he liked it in his mouth and in his ass. i only wish if he had to die that he did it me and his son in law blowing our loads deep in his throat and poop chute. i wish also there's a heaven where he can be doing the things he always wanted to do but aren't allowed in our world." i know exactly what he meant
