Father (manxman)

"I'll make you scream tonight my little boy and you can call me whatever you want but just know I'm you're daddy." I frowned in disgust. He was my father and I used to call him daddy when I was younger.
He let go of me, snatching away from my body and disappearing behind the door.
My brother was right, I really did a good job at ruining my life.
I grabbed my coat from the hanger in the hallway closet and put my arms through the sleeves. My mom was coming down the steps and she gazed at me.
She was still hurting. I could understand her in more ways than one. Her man was fucking me. Her man was lying to her. Now one of her little boys were gone. He was taken by this thing called homosexuality. My mother wasn't enjoying it one bit.
Her frame walked past me, ignoring my presence after her gaze averted. "Ricardo," she called as my foot stepped outside. I rushed to her, stopping in the entryway of the kitchen. "Your brother and I are leaving for the weekend..." I nodded and pivoted, facing the front door.
Fuck you.

Read at your own discretion. Sexual content between two MEN. Heavy profanity and soft/mild BDSM

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