My Father heard them call me Larry the Fairy

Most of what I write about is based on things that really happened. THis is complete fiction.

I suppose it had to happen one day. Sooner or later he’d hear one of the neighbourhood bullies yell something or other about Larry the Fairy. He was driving by in his truck on his way to the job-site, when Paul M yelled out “Here comes Larry the Fairy” at the top of his lungs. Dad must have heard. His window was down. Over the week that follows, I notice his truck is around more than usual. Finally, at the end oif the week, I see Paul M standing beside the open driver’s window, talking to my father! Laughing with him. I head him say “Later” and nod and he’s off, Dad puts the truck in gear and he goes the other way. I’m there in the middle of the road. Did I just see that? What was it?

I wake up in the middle of the night. I hear the truck back out of the driveway. A minute or so passes, I’m about to fall back asleep, when my bedroom door opens, and there’s Paul. In my house. “Hey Fairy. Your Dad and I had quite a talk this afternoon. He was surprised you hadn’t sucked any cock yet, says even he can see what a queer you are. I told him that we’ve all been offering but you just run away.”

“You can’t run forever.”

Yup, that’s what he said. It’s important for him to know, right? So he can plan. Are you going to take over his business someday, or are you a fruit? He can’t have you chasing around after dick in this town for the the rest of your pathetic life. It’s bad for business. So first (he walks up to the head of the bed) you and I have a little unfinished business. I know you want it, and now everyone will know too, so get out of bed, get on your knees, and say hello to the rest of your life. Or you can try to fight your way past me. You going to try that?