Date: Thu, 20 Feb 2020 11:46:00 +0000
From: Andrew Passey <andypassey69@gmail.com>
Subject: The Village 1988 Part 14 (Young Friends)

The next day passed quickly with me and Nick hanging out and messing around
when we could. I had no idea where Dad was and if he had tried to contact
me, I guess he'd get home and see the message eventually and the fake
letter from Mr Bradley.
Plans were being made for Xmas day and I was invited even if Dad did come
home, an offer I definitely agreed to. Dad was also invited, although I
could tell the Bradleys weren't his biggest fan. Neither was I to be honest!

In the end my Dad turned up at the Bradleys the next afternoon, just about
making it back for Xmas. I could tell he was pissed off with me, I guess
for disobeying him but I didn't care.
Mrs Bradley wouldn't let us go until my Dad had agreed to come over for
Xmas dinner. It's not like he was going to cook anyway so she'd helped him
dodge a bullet!
He walked me home in silence, I asked how it went in Lockerbie and he just
grunted.
We got home and he picked up the post, including the letter. He put them
down and turned to me eyes blazing.

"I specifically told you to not leave the house". he said.
But I was ready, and fucking angry. "So? I'm 12 Dad. well 13 now but even
so. You can't just leave me on my own for days on end to fend for myself.
Nick and his family love me and love having me around, unlike you. You just
expect me to wait by the door waiting for you to come back with whatever
story you have. I'm fucking sick of it, you might be a great journalist but
you're a shit father. Go back overseas and do what you love rather than
treating me like shit because you blame me for being stuck here." I shouted
and ran to my room, slamming my door.

After a while Dad knocked on the door and gave me the cards and the letter.
"Here, you might as well open these" he said and left the room. There was a
card from John, one from the family, one from the Bradleys which had
obviously been posted before I saw them and the famous letter. It was funny
reading it, it was all about being responsible, treating people well,
advising against having a girlfriend but obviously this was up to me etc

No card or present from Dad though and none was forthcoming when I came
downstairs. "So, anything interesting in the post?" he asked innocently,
still on the story despite our argument.
"Cards from John and his family, one from the Bradleys and a letter from Mr
Bradley about being responsible around the village now I"m 13.".
"really? could I see it?"he asked, trying to play it cool. I went and got
it and gave it to him, trying not to laugh in his face when he scan read
it.
"This is it? Nothing else?" he asked slightly confused.
"Yeah that's it, why?",
"No reason, I just didn't know if there was anything else. Anything
exciting happen while I was away?".
I told him not really and I'd just hung out with Nick and had a birthday
lunch with the gang.
His disappointment was palpable and he said he had to make a work call.

He was in the room for a long time and I played on the computer. He went to
get a takeway and said we needed to talk. We sat down and he looked at me
intently.
"You're right Nick, I am a shit father. You don't make it easy but I'm not
cut out for this. Or interested in being a full time father. I've asked for
my old job back, as you suggested" He told me.
I was surprised, "Ok, so overseas again?".
"Yes, after this Lockerbie bomb the Middle East will be interesting to
cover, I'm needed out there really".
"And what about me?" I asked.
"What about you?"
"Well, someone has to look after me"
"The paper has offered to pay for a top boarding school for you and you can
probably stay with friends in the holidays or come and visit I guess".
"No thanks Dad, I want to stay in Bradley, it's my home now"
"Well what do you suggest?"
"I'll live with the Bradleys"
"And they'd have you!?" Dad said scoffing. He really was a dick.
"I'm sure they would, they've been pretty much parenting me since I got
here, somebody has to" I said cuttingly.
He sighed, "ok well it's up to you. We'll see what they say tomorrow"

And then that was it, Xmas day went fine, the Bradleys were delighted to
hear I would be living with them. (they already knew that's what we wanted
but it was good to see them make me Dad squirm and come and ask them
outright). Dad was shipping out in the new year so I only had a week or so
before I could move in. Nick insisted I stay the night that night and Dad
was happy with that. I guess he didn't need to pretend to be interested
anymore.

That night we were in bed, well fed and content, kissing and excited about
living together. I was worried things would change but Nick told me not to
be silly, "we can just have sex more often" he said giggling. Nick would
inherit the company at some point and be expected to provide heirs for the
family, and I assumed I'd settle down and have kids. BUt for now and the
next few years it was just going to be us.
I slipped under the covers and took his soft dick in my mouth, making him
hard and then sucking him with all my technique, having him like putty in
my hands.I brought him close then stopped again and again until i finally
let him have release, cumming in my mouth with a shout.
It felt like my life had been the past few months, edging towards happiness
and then being pulled back but now I'd found it and I was never going to
let it go.......


The End