I watched the man’s big, firm ass as he walked in his tight dress pants to the elevator. “It goes directly to your apartment, sir. “You’ll use it to open this elevator to the far right,” he gestured around the wall. “Here’s your elevator key,” the muscular twenty-something smiled. “Mr Heaton,” a man behind the desk called out to me. “Hey,” I quietly replied as I hurried in the building past the front desk. The building had a door man who tipped his hat and said, “Good afternoon, Mr Heaton.” Again, it didn’t come with an explanation, so I ventured to midtown one day to find out what it was for. It was in a tiny jewelry box with an address. Dad and I hadn’t had the discussion about me being a bottom, but I guess the enema kit he found in my trash was a giveaway. My second gift was a dildo - a Shane Diesel replica. The gifts never came with an explanation … just a quiet smile and a wink and it was never mentioned again. I came out to my parents when I was 16, and my Dad began quietly dropping off gifts my Mom didn’t know about. I get my sex drive and love of cock from my Dad.