From Sex Deprived to Sex Addicted Pt 4 - Sex Stories

From Sex Deprived to Sex Addicted Pt 4

Nick and Danny looked at each other, dumbfounded. Did this greasy, grimy man with unkempt gray hair and a dirty green overcoat two sizes too large say he was Nick’s father? Nick knew the name Frank Hawkins. As a young boy, Nick questioned his mother about his father. This was before Roberta married Robert. After what seemed like years of avoiding the subject, Roberta told Nick the story of her pregnancy and the man that left her to raise Nick on her own. That man was Frank. “What?” Nick asked in disbelief. “I know how awkward this must be,” Frank started. “I came back to town a few days ago and I was hoping I’d run into you, Nick. I never imagined it’d be in a place like this, though.” “Should I leave you two to talk?” Danny asked. “No. I think this guy can leave. He’s been gone for the last 17 years. Why should I talk to him now?” Nick asked. “Look, son, you have every right to be angry with me…” Frank said, before Nick cut him off. “You’re damn right I do. And don’t call me ‘son’. How could you leave mom like that? Only a coward leaves a pregnant woman before she gives birth,” Nick said. “But you know what? We’re doing great now. I actually have a dad that’s interested in me. Mom got married and the man she’s with is ten times the man you are. You can’t even buy clothes that fit properly. You look like a fucking bum.” Frank sat back, taking Nick’s verbal abuse. He expected such a reaction from his son. He saw all of the Hollywood screenplays about long-absent parents ...

... trying to reconnect with their teenage or adult children and how resentful the children were that the parent was absent for so many years. While he certainly looked desperate based on his appearance, Frank was determined not to reveal the true circumstances of his reappearance too soon. “You’re right. I do look like a bum right now, but you don’t really know who I am. I’ve lived my own life these past 18 years. A selfish life, yes, but you can’t judge what you don’t know. I probably made a mistake leaving your mom. Hell, I know I made a mistake. That’s part of the reason I wanted to talk to you, to apologize for my mistakes.” “Well you can take your apologies to hell,” Nick said, turning away from Frank and back to his chicken wings. He heard Danny say some words to Frank before his friend turned to him. “Look, dude, I’m sure this is weird. But maybe you should talk to him for a few minutes. Did you think you’d ever get the chance to talk to your dad?” Danny asked. “Of course not but I don’t want to talk to this guy. Look at him, he’s a bum,” Nick emphasized, looking towards Frank as he spoke. “C’mon man, chill out. I tell you how much I hate my dad. He’s a total dick. Maybe you get to know this guy and he’s not so bad. I’m gonna head out for a sec and let you two catch up. If shit hits the fan, I’ll be outside,” Danny said. Before Nick could protest his friend’s departure, Danny left money for his meal and walked out, leaving Nick and Frank alone at the bar. “So, son, I overheard ...