odd breakfasts sons have with their parents

i remember sitting at the kitchen table with my
parents shortly after i sucked my very first dick.
absolutely positive my parents had no idea what i'd been doing
that night.
i now had this VERY BIG SECRET.
yep it was definitely a biggie, that secret seemed (and seems)
even
bigger than when a high-school guy has sex with a girl
for the very first time and then he comes home
and goes to bed and then at breakfast with his
parents the next morning they say "how was your date"
and he says "fine, we went to see The Godfather." "was
it good?" "pretty good," he says, his face as blank as
a face can be. and he is picturing each and every
detail of the previous evening in his car, himself
and the girl sprawled out at awkward and
contorted angles, having sex having sex honest
to god having sex. the head of his dick honest to gosh
inside her vagina, the whole shaft of his dick honest
to gosh inside her vagina, she is gasping, liking it,
eager. next time
he'll bring the condoms. he's a little nervous
about the no-condom on his first time, but the
odds are in his favor, he's pretty sure there's no
problem, he puts that part out of his mind, picturing
his dick in her, the sensation of tightness all around it,
especially just behind the head of his cock. he feels
anxious but good, he's always been a normal
guy, but now he's
an EXTRA-normal guy, and he knows it.
but these are not my thoughts, as i picture
the guy flat on his back in his bed and his
big purple dickhead before i touch it with the tip of
my eager tongue and wrap my lips firmly around
it. he moans soft. he likes it. so i
sat there at breakfast with my parents,
picturing the particulars of sucking my very first dick,
i'm sure my face was blank as i could make it.
i was feeling very very strange, it was
quiet at the table, not much was said,
but i'm certain the weather
was a focal topic in our
subdued little
conversations.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem first appeared in 5AM, Issue #10, 1998.)