Date: Sat, 14 Nov 2015 23:46:53 +0000 (UTC)
From: ukwriter12@yahoo.com
Subject: Daddy Dearest

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Daddy Dearest


         I had always admired my mum and dad because they had done so much
for me. They were party goers when they were in high school and surprise,
surprise that's also when she got pregnant. Nine months later Edward
Charles Waltham Jr. was born. That's me, but everyone calls me Teddy. I was
named after my father. My mother was Sharon Weston. Mother was only fifteen
when I was born, my daddy even younger at just fourteen. When she became
pregnant they were over the moon and really adjusted well to parenthood.
       Both sets of parents stepped in to look after me, which allowed mom
and dad to complete university. Since we lived near a university town they
were only away week days. Weekends were spent with my grandparents and me
on the ranch. I loved my Grandpa Weston he was a typical cowboy.
       It wasn't until they'd completed university that their parents
allowed them to marry. Not many ten year olds can say that they went to
their parents wedding. I remember it well as I was the pageboy and ring
bearer. Daddy was twenty-four years old, mum twenty-five. I was ten. I even
went on the honeymoon with them. It was a family cruise for two weeks. I
remember there wasn't much for young ones to do so I stayed with mum at the
pool most of the time.
       One day on the cruise though I caught the sun and felt really ill,
so mum took me back to the cabin so that I could sleep it off and she could
read in the cool shade. At the time we did not know where dad was as he'd
gone off after lunch to the weight room.
       As we walked into the cabin there was moaning coming from their
room. She made me go to my room and then walked into the bedroom. I stood
by the door as I knew I could see into their room from there. Soon after
mother went into the bedroom a man with no clothes on came out. He picked
up his trunks and walked out of our rooms naked.
       I thought that they would shout and cause trouble like Mandy said
her mother had when she caught her husbands with someone else. I have to
say mother was better than that. I can still hear what she said, "You will
not leave me. You will look after Teddy. You will make sure that he is well
looked after. I will move to the city and work with the law firm that has
head hunted me. I will send money for Teddy, but it will go into a trust
fund for his college. You will pay for his everyday upbringing and add to
the trust fund when a book sells. Disagree and I will make sure that the
publishing world finds out what you were just doing with a married man. Oh
and never hurt Teddy."
       Soon after we arrived home she left to live in the city as she had
promised she would. She would stay there during the week, but spent most
weekends with me at grandpa's ranch. They never divorced and those weekends
father had to himself in the town. Mother soon proved herself and within a
few years was offered senior partner with the firm and by the time I
graduated she would be the youngest judge on the county circuit.
       Now daddy was different. Ever since he had been in school he had
been writing short stories and poems and had many anthologies published by
the time he was in university. In university his first novel was
published. When he wrote a book it was always on the best sellers list and
I loved reading them.
       As a published author it meant that he worked from home and looked
after me. When he had to travel to promote new books mom's daddy would move
in to look after me. The house we lived in had always been grandma's
parent's house. When they died Grandma had it renovated and then gave it to
me. Strange grandma said it was to protect me, but at the time I never knew
why.
       I took after my daddy and by the time I was fourteen I was built
like a brick shithouse and looked like a Hollywood actor. I was an
all-round sportsman and would often be at school late because of practice
or weight training. Luckily it was walking distance to our house so dad was
happy as long as I let him know what was happening. I wonder why now as he
always seemed exhausted when I got home and tea was never prepared.
       By the time I was fifteen. Dad was thirty, but looked more like
twenty. We were great friends and often hung together when there was no
homework. It was a man's house so clothing was optional. We simply wore
shorts and not much else. He even bought a weight training set.
       When I spent a holiday in the city with mother we attended a charity
gale together and one of the male models failed to show.
       As the lady organizing the show seemed to know mother and was in
tears talking to her I looked at her and said, "I may only be fifteen, but
I am a standard adult size. I could step in and a model for you if you show
me what to do."
       Mum looked at me, "Are you sure you want to do this Teddy?"
       "If it will help your friend, yes."
       She smiled, "Well I must say you do look like a star. Go on Mary
give him a try."
       I was whisked back stage and shown the clothes that I had to wear. I
had stopped wearing underwear sometime ago so when I changed I sensed all
eyes on me. I think that was what made them all so friendly and wanting to
help me. I was also shown how to walk and how to look at the
cameras. Within minutes I was on the cat walk and the cameras made love to
me. By the end of the holiday I was in all of the fashion magazines and had
been asked to do three professional photo shoots. It was this time that I
decided that I had to be honest with myself and my parents.
       When I got home I was honest with dad and told him that I was
gay. He smiled, "I know, don't make a big deal of it. I take it you told
mum while you were staying with her." I nodded.  "Mom will be okay, she
loves you. I love the photos of you in the new magazines this month son."
That was it, he changed the subject and we never spoke of it again.
       Over the next few months if I had someone I was seeing I always took
them back to the house and we spent time with dad. He even bought tickets
to take us to matches and games.  When I was at practices or modelling
shoots he invited them over to wait for me and they always attended
together at my matches and tournaments.
       For some reason most were eventually uncomfortable around him. In
fact, it was the main reason most of my relationships ended.
       At sixteen I was doing well in school and preparing to move on to
university as I was well above my peers and had been advanced to graduate
at the end of the year. All seemed well and I even had a new boyfriend. His
name was Dean Cotter, the quarterback of the football team. God he was
everything you could wish for in a lover. He was gentle, loving and he knew
exactly what to do with his nine-inch cock.
       At sixteen I was a six-foot-two Italian stallion. Popular with
everyone at school and the media. I looked like my dad's younger brother,
even our hair was the same, though I allowed mine to fall slightly
longer. It was at this time that my modelling took off and I was in demand.
I appeared at the London, Paris and Milan fashion weeks and it was
Grandfather that always travelled with me.
       When they were let down by a model while we were in New York I tried
to get Dean to accept a modelling offer, but he refused and stayed
home. Saying he had promised father to do the garden as he was in the
middle of a new book. I was not deterred as I loved modelling and knew it
would not last forever so I had to make the most of it. I was hurt though
by Dean as it felt like he had an agenda.
       Dean was one of those guys that knew everything, everyone and was a
straight A student.  He was popular with everyone including the teachers.
       We had been seeing each other for some time now and dad adored
him. I noticed how dad always made sure the shorts he wore were on the edge
of obscene when Dean was around which annoyed me. Dean picked him up on it
once and all dad said was "Son, if you've got it.  Flaunt it!"
       That was the time I noticed when he kissed dad goodbye it was full
on lips kiss...with tongues; worst of all they seemed to linger and enjoy
it just a little bit too much. When I picked him up on it he simply looked
at me "Hey you know you are my man. I was just playing with your dad. If he
wants to flaunt it, then he has to take as good as he gives and boy can I
give it to him if he wants me."
       I thought nothing of it until a month later when at one of my
tournaments neither of them were able to be there. In fact, Dean had been
off school all day. I had been away on a photo shoot for a week and came
back early to appear in the sports tournament. When I got home it was early
and Dean's car was already at my house. I had not told them I was due home.
       Grandpa who was still travelling with me looked at me as I went to
get out of the car, "Be careful with your heart son. Looks like he is back
to his old tricks. Remember you own the house."
       As I walked in I heard laughing down in the weight room so I
wandered down the stairs.
 Dean was spotting for father as he lifted weights. They were both only
wearing shorts that were obscenely tight and both were hard as rock. Dean's
hardon was millimetres away from father's lip and looked very wet! It was
very clear that neither of them had been liting weights.
       "This looks cozy."
       As Dean turned and wrapped a towel around his waist dad looked up
and just said, "You never called to tell me you were coming home."
       "So I see. Is that why you usually like me to call?" I said nodding
at Dean.
       "What is that supposed to mean?"
       "It means this place stinks like a brothel and you have Dean
here. Least you could have done was tidy it up before he came over." I
watched the look that passed between them.  "Unless it was the two of you
that made the place stink of sex."
       Dean smiled, "Of course not baby I just got here thirty minutes
ago. I came as I knew you would be home today. You know how horny I get
when you are gone."
       "I wonder if the neighbors would agree. I'm sure Mrs. Peabody next
door will know how long your car has been here."
       I let it sink in..."I came back for the wrestling tournament
tomorrow. You are both going to be there?" Dad simply said in the morning
that he had his publisher flying in and needed to meet with him. Dean just
nodded.

       At school the next day Dean didn't show up. I assumed he was sick so
tried to call him several times, but his phone was switched off. As his
parents work I knew it was pointless calling his home. Then when we were
getting ready for the match I tried calling dad and he didn't answer the
phone.  After trying several times, I was getting worried. Strange the
publisher was supposed to be coming to the house.
       By the time the tournament was due to start coach looked at
me. "Teddy you look like shit son! You can't fight tonight. I'm sorry but I
have to look after my boys, best you go home.  I'll call your dad."
       I looked at him, "He's not there sir, he's with his publisher. I'll
just head home.  I'll be fine."
       As I neared the house I could see Dean's car in the drive. Now
things really started to gel together and two and two started to make four
at last. All of my other boyfriends and how all of them were close to dad
for a short time and then dropped me it seemed because of him.  Had they
all done this?
       I wondered what the hell was happening. I did not want to think the
obvious. Not sure what to think I went through the back garden and entered
the house through my bedroom window. I was met by silence.
       I put my things down and walked through the hall that passed my
father's room and then headed to the living room. As I passed the office it
was clear he had not been in there all day as the note that I left him was
still unopened.
       I took my shoes off and headed further into the house. His room was
empty but it smelt like a whores bedroom. The sheets were covered in
stains. The bed was unmade and you just knew that he had beenhaving sex all
day.
       Heading through the house I reached the living room and met the same
thing. There was even a bottle of lube and a pack of unopened condoms mixed
with abandoned clothes, I noticed Dean's letterman jack among
them. Unopened condoms, they were obviously not playing safe. The kitchen
had dishes left and a mess of take away boxes everywhere.
       Now I knew my heart was going to break, but I had to know so I
headed down to the basement. There at the side of the swimming pool was my
loving father with the nine-inch cock of my boyfriend going in and out of
his well fucked hole as he rode him like a two-bit whore.
       They were oblivious to the fact that I was there. "Daddy I never
wanted your son, hell he can fuck me all he likes, but his daddy is the
stud I love."
       My daddy's eyes shot wide. "Dean oh Dean I love you more than
anything. I never loved that little brat! Oh god I'm cumming ... oh
god....." His eyes flew open to noise he thought he had heard near the
door, "Teddy, is that you? Why are you home?" Seeing nothing he forgot all
about it and sank back into the oblivion of sexual satisfaction.
       At that moment I was upstairs packing my father's things. Well
actually I just threw it in black bags and when they ran out I threw them
out of the bedroom window on to the front garden. Hearing the crack of
pictures and stereo systems as they landed was very cathartic.
       Once I had cleared my life of everything that belonged to dad I sent
all of the jocks in school and the coach a copy of the picture of Dean,
their quarterback fucking my dad. The test read "see what our wonderful
quarterback does in his spare time. Coach has he offered you his services?
       I then wrote a note to the man that used to be my father:


       Daddy dearest... Or should I say Dear Mr. Waltham?
                    As you obviously do not even like me to be able to do
what I have just seen you doing with my boyfriend. I am Teddy Waltham owner
of this house. My grandfather gave it to me to protect me and now I
understand why.
       Your things are out in the front garden. Please make sure that
you've left by the time that I get back from getting something to eat and
meeting grandfather. Post the keys through the letter box as you go. For
some reason this place makes me feel sick at the moment. You have two hours
to collect your things, clean my house and never let me see either of you
again.
       Tell Dean, his parents and the team have the email that I also
copied you on. It has a lovely picture of my boyfriend fucking my father. I
have been wondering if this was a one off, but then I remember all of the
other practices that I came home from when he was already here supposedly
waiting naked in my bedroom. How could you betray me like this?
       Oh before I forget I also emailed your publisher.

       Your loving Brat that you never loved!


       At that point I called grandpa and told him what had happened. My
mother's mother had died three years ago, but I loved my grand-dad. When he
heard what had happened he took control, "Teddy let me sell the house. I'll
sign over the ranch to you. Your mother knows that it's yours anyway. Move
in with me, your mother will ok it.
       "Leave for something to eat now and slam the door so those bastards
hear you. I'll call them as soon as we end the call and warn them should
they try anything that the picture of him fucking a minor will be sent to
the police. Should he leave you alone nothing will be done.  I'll pick you
up at Mary's Diner in two hours. She'll look after you. Just tell her Chuck
says it's an emergency and you need to be out of sight until I get
there. Don't worry son, your life is just beginning."

       I never saw my father again. He never had another book published and
his books were soon out of print. Could it have been because of the email?
I heard that he moved to another state when he was cautioned by the police
since my mother had sent them the email.
       As for Dean when he returned the next day to school he was shunned
by everyone except the jocks and coach. They used him as their bitch and
then he was found beaten near the bleachers.
       As the ambulance men were carrying him to their vehicle he looked at
me. "Why Teddy, I thought that you loved me."
       "Oh I did, but finding you fucking my father sorted that out for me
and I quote `I never wanted your son' sound familiar? Life is a bitch, live
with it! Messing around I could take, as knew you were seeing others when I
was away. They all bragged about it, but you and him that is just betrayal,
sick betrayal."
       Grandpa stepped up behind me, "Come on Teddy the house sold quickly
to one of your teachers trying to help you. The packers are there. It's
time to start you new life with people that do love you."
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