I was gay since birth. My father was straight, and sadly, we never had any romantic relationships. When I was little, I liked to touch my parents' bodies while they were sleeping, but whenever I put my hand on his nipple or under his panties, he would get really angry and push my hand away. One day, my father got drunk and thought I was a chamber pot and peed on me while I was sleeping next to him. This is not the story that users of this forum want to hear, but it is a true story that happened to me when I was young.
