Disclaimers:
All disclaimers apply. This story is completely fictional as far I am concerned and should be treated as such. That's not to say I wouldn't want feedback...
Admittedly no sex here, but I'm trying to get some really soon. Next chapter, I think.
DADDY'S WORLD GETTING HIT BY A CAR
Being sixteen wasn't good at all. That's why I was so relieved to turn seventeen. Even though every adult still treated me like crap, I was more or less recognized by the football team I was in. I'll bet it was because in a single day, I seemed to grow bigger, buffer, muscular.
But of course that's not possible.
So when I went home on the day of my seventeenth birthday, I was even more pleasantly surprised (I was praised, especially by the hot, sweaty, half-naked jocks hitting my bubble butt--playfully, of course) to find my father home, with a gift for my birthday.
I finally got my own car. A porsche, of course.
Let me tell you about my father first. He's the head of a big company, the top man, alpha male. He always wear a suit made of silk, that hugs his body so fit that he looks like he was God. I sneak peeks at him in his bedroom, him jerking off a few times a day, but I never stick around after he cums, lest I risk getting caught. In these peeks, though, I see a muscle being, sculpted from his handsome face to his muscled bubble ass-- it must run in the family. And when he works out in his home gym, mmm mm! His muscles would flex and sweat till he shines in musky goodness. But, alas, I did nothing than jerk my beef raw.
Anyway, back to the gift. There was no birthday party or anything, maybe surprising you because we were rich and all. But it was nothing different. Every year, my father would come home and give me some expensive gift and go to his study. I was used to it, I was always ignored, especially by my father.
"Only one more year," he said while he gave me the keys to the car. "Only one more year."
"What, I'll get my own house then?" I joked. I was joyous of my new possession. He just went into his study.
At dinner, it was a surprise to hear my father talk.
"Aden. I want to tell you something."
I looked up from the book I was reading. "Yes?"
"I don't expect this to be taken well, but at least humor me with some maturity." So much subtly! "I am going to marry that woman from the Sckie conglomerate. Next month."
He continued, but i didn't hear him. He was going to remarry. It wasn't that he I would have another mother now; I never knew my own. It was the fact that there would be a woman in the house now. It would be now that i would be a slave to yet another adult. It would be that now, now, in all of my life, something else would distract my father from me. All I wanted was him to at least acknowledge me.
Shaking with anger I didn't know I had in me, I was surprised that through the spinning room, I found myself standing up, fists hurting from a bang on the table. I tried to move away, anywhere away from him, from his betrayal, but I stumbled over the fallen chair behind me.
Thinking nothing, I stumbled out the door, but the fresh cold air woke me up. I hated the feeling. Apathy was so much better. Why did I have to wake up, be brought to reality? No more daze, no more blindness. I felt cheated yet again.
I moved down the walkway. Then, out of absolute nowhere, at that moment, a car came flying through the front gate. Yes, flying. It was not on the ground.
A million thoughts ran through my head at that moment.
Run!
No, stay! Maybe it will fly over me!
Who the hell is that?
Am I going to die?
Jump away!
Where is daddy?
Brace yourself!
Daddy... I love--
Then it hit me. Sent me flying. Through all the pain and airless lungs, a million more thoughts ran through my head.
What are the chances--
Why am I fly--
Am I going to vomit?
Is this in allowance of the law of conservation of moment--
But through it all, one thought was dominant.
Daddy will notice me now.
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Thing will get better, I promise.