Dad wanted to be a player, sad cause he didn't make it.
Says it's all my fault and he had to get a real job.
He watches every game, knows everyone by name.
Talks like they are friends, but he has never met them.
I am not allowed to speak except during commercials.
He explains all the details better than the announcers.
Yells a few dirty words, mostly when his team is losing.
Then tells me not to repeat them, or else he will have to beat me.
Something he does occasionally, just for the hell of it.
If he gets too drunk, he recalls that he owes me one.
For helping mom escape, living with the both of us.
Bare assed across his lap as he slaps me hard leaving marks.
Finishing off his beer, while bringing me to tears.
Telling me I have been bad, and get my butt in his bedroom.
Where dad and the game continues.
A seventeen year old gay boy gets used and abused.
Dad has to get off before he finally passes out.
Which then gives me a chance to get my revenge.
By doing the same gay stuff right back to his little butt.
Shortly after I nut, dad whispers I love you son.
Lost in a world of our own dilutions.
Never understanding why their love is so abusive.
How can you hate and love the same person.
You excuse the abuse for brief moment's of payback.
I grow up and move away as my father grows old.
I meet new gay people that are not as twisted.
I learn new rules on how to do things, and real expectations.
How to have a real relationship, without playing games.
My father and I call a truce and stop the game playing.
We both agree to stop all of the abuse.
We both come out of the closet as gay.
And hook up for fun all out of love as much as possible.
Dad and The Game - Story Time Blog
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