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What's your dad like?

Dead but saw very little of him when growing up. Mother was the one who dragged us up. Shame really because he was a very kind and peacefull man. Had to be to put up with mother. :(
 
I really don't want to comment on this subject other than to say that I am glad i don't have anything to do with him.
 
Is that a picture of your dad in his youth? He looks sexy.

My late dad used to drink at work, and he'd go through about 8 bottles of strong brandy every week. He was a good man, smoker, and worked very hard. From the stories I hear about him, in his youth, he was picked on, but he did have a number of very good friends. His being picked on was because his father died in a fishing accident a month after he was born, and his older brother died when he was around 10 during a gale. I guess his childhood was rather sad, and my gran was picked on because she had lost a husband in her youth, and having no bread winner, was poor.

My mum said when he married dad, it was an arranged marriage, and only afterwards she found out that gran borrowed money for her dowry. The amount was to be returned in bushels of rice, and my mum worked three years solid to pay off the debt. But they loved each other very much, despite his drink problem. He had to give up the booze late in life as he developed diabetes, and had some complications leading to the partial loss of a limb. In his later years, he was a reflective man, and when I had strong disagreements with my mum, he'd always told me to let her have the last word. I miss him.
 
He lives in Florida now. He ran out of Louisiana when I was about 5. I rarely saw him after that.

Since he really wasn't there, I can't say much about his ways of raising me.
 
I wouldn't know, mine's dead and has been since 5 months after I was born.

I was brought up with just my mother and her family.
 
When he tried spanking me once, he almost got beat up by my grandfather. He never tried again. All the "raising" in that way was left to my mom (and myself), while he remained my personal chauffeur.

(But my oh my, Peto, you're getting younger as the months go by?)
 
My Dad? 'E's not pinin'! 'E's passed on! My Dad is no more! He has ceased to be! 'E's expired and gone to meet 'is maker! 'E's a stiff! Bereft of life, 'e rests in peace! If you hadn't nailed 'im to the perch 'e'd be pushing up the daisies! 'Is metabolic processes are now 'istory! 'E's off the twig! 'E's kicked the bucket, 'e's shuffled off 'is mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleedin' choir invisibile!! THIS IS AN EX-DAD!!
 
Amazing. He is my hero for surviving and always remaining positive and humble through all the challenges this life has dealt him.

His wife and daughter were murdered, his father committed suicide, and he's a survivor of colon cancer, a blocked heart valve (something like that) and a major hip operation. And a gay son...lol. ..|

62 now, he retires from work next year and he's the guy I call when I need advise.

Looking at the photos of when he was younger and seeing how good looking he was - it's a big WOW for my hero!

(!) (!) (!)
 
He was married to my mum for the first few years of my life, divorced when i was 7, remarried my mum when i was 15, and now they're separated and too lazy to divorce. After he divorced my mum i didn't see or hear from him for 6 years. I don't really feel close to him, but i have some nice memories of him when i was a kid. He was a good dad and sure me and my brother wound him up and he got angry but he never hit us. I don't feel close to him like i do my mum because he wasn't there when i was getting to know myself. I felt really angry at him for taking off at the time, but not for long because i have an amazing mum. But i do still see him from time to time and i know he's proud of me and i respect him. He was there for me when me and my mum went through a bad period and i lived with him for a couple of months. We were more like housemates than father and son.
 
It is really sad to read all the bad father stories. I guess i have one myself.

My dad was a middle child, always picked on, so he was definately the strongest physically of the 5 kids (two step children). His dad was an alcoholic and he quickly became one himself. Until i knew what weed smelled like, little did i know he wasnt smoking cigarettes, even around me. He comes from a very wealthy dysfunctional conservative family. He has his own company now, and has "found jesus". So he no longer drinks. But he is very abusive. He will tell me how wonderful i am one minute and how horrible i can be the next. He will yell at me, show me exactly why things i do arent good enough, and then buy my love back with a new car or gifts...which i was always cheap enough to accept. I havent talked to him in over a year and a half. He has another son now, and i wished him luck with that one.
He left the picture for me when i was 3 because my mom took us out of Cali when he molested me. He later returned when i was 8 years old and living in Texas. We had on again off again fights and sprits but after years of torture and abuse i finally said enough is enough. I hope he is doing well...but i accept that he is a loser.
 
dad is the greatest...he was 75 this year likes to work and putter around and is always helping me with projects. we never really got to know each other as people until i was in my 30's and hit my stride, now i talk to him a couple of times a week.
he is the oldest of 11 and married my mom 52 years ago (she's the youngest of 10, she turned 80 this year) there are six of us ranging from 52 to 41.
 
He's six feet under now, but he was a sociopath, abusive toward my mother, spent all of his money on other women, was the cause of my brother's psycological problems and just all around a bad person. The day that I moved out of the house (a July 4th, ironically) was a beautiful day. Oh...and he also told me once that if he found out that I was a "fairy" (LOL) that he would disown me.
 
Daddy is sweet, silly, and ineffectual. Spineless and stubborn at the same time; intelligent but untrained and instilled with the belief that he's not very smart. He wriggles away from responsibility, much preferring to leave all decisions to someone else (he married two very domineering women), and only disciplined us when my stepmother made him do it. He does the most idiotic things, has made some of the worst decisions a person can make in life, and blames them on his bipolar disorder, drug addiction, or bad company rather than his own wilfullness.

But everyone loves him, and always have, he's just loveable. He would have made a much better uncle than father.
 
I don't get along with my Dad at all.
I havent probably since the age of 10 or 11.
I've been kicked out of the house by him, and lived at my friends house for around a Week, then moved back in, just because of my Mum.

The last time I spoke to him, would have been on Monday. That day we had (yet another) fisty-fight.
I saw him the day after with a black eye.. As you can tell, we have just a grand relationship.

How, I love living at home. :rolleyes: :^o
 
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