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Daddy's Little Boys.
Cam. Rhys. Kodi. Isak. Are Four twinks not only connected by a 4 year friendship, but by the bond they share by all being in the same relationship with the same man. However, it doesnt bother them...
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Prologue: Daddy's Home.
José | POV
"This house is amazing. 2 Floors. Has a nice view of the Hollywood sign. The Kitchen was just remodeled by The Brick in Canada. A fireplace, salt water heated pool, 4 bedroom with their personal bathroom. Its one of the best houses on the block. If you follow me, Ill show you the backyard." The realtor told my Mom and Dad as they smiled at every word that exited her mouth. This bitch had a pants suit on in 84 degree weather with some fucking 2 inch heels. She looks a fucking hot mess...literally. I rolled my eyes and walked slowly behind them in my ripped short jeans in my Black&White #17 jersey. Hell No I dont play any sports, but it was cute. Being 5'3, is no size for sports. Plus, when you add my pretty boy atittude and hate the sun...you have your typical gay latino twink. I rolled my eyes once more as I stepped out on the patio.
She spoke, "You can have a nice Bar-b-que while your little son here swim in the pool."
"I aint little. Im 18." I quickly read her ass. She chuckled, "Oh you so short. My apologies."
My Mom nudged me and said, "Its okay, he is just a tadbit upset about the move."
"Tadbit?" I asked her. She knows I am more than a tadbit. Dad comes home the last day of school Junior Year and tell me, "Oh Hey son we are moving to Hollywood. Bitch, This summer was suppose to be lit. Not this shit. I had friends and dick on speed dial back in Miami. Nowwww not so much." Now its late-May and my entire life have been flipped on its head.
"Oh you will love it here. Hollywood maybe all noisy, but up here in the estates. Its pretty calm. Its another world up here." The Estates was 8 blocks of houses of people with money. Its one high school up here and basically everyone knowd everyone. However, with us being knew I hope they dont try to turn us into one of theirs because it aint happening. Period!
Suddenly, My Dad asked, "And how is the people who live around here or atleast who lives to the right and to the left." Her eyes grew big and I could see she was trying to calculate the correct response. Why was she being so shady?
"Well, my boss owns 6 houses on the block. And the one to the right isnt his..so I dont know. As for on the left--" We looked to our left at the tall brown fence and her finger was pointed over it.
"My Boss did sell this house. Um, the neighbors have sent in complaints and its some rumors about the people that live there, but the man who own thats house usually stays to himself. A party here and there." She subtly told us.
My Mom said, "If you dont mind me asking--" My mom is a very roxy latina. She wants all the tea. And when she starts her sentence like that she really wants to know. I crossed my arms as she continued, "Whats the rumor?"
