Toby's Journal

I figured I had only a few moments before Ted got himself and his Latino faggot fuckboy got somewhat cleaned up and dressed and Ted hurrying out of my house as well as paying him a few bucks as well because Ted did fuck him hard in the ass and jizz all over him.  If I was a homo man whore that had my client’s cum all over my body I’d definitely ask for at least another extra Ben Franklin. 

Either way I didn’t care as I went to the kitchen, went to the drawer where Kathleen had a pack of smokes stashed away as well as a lighter, and took them both.  I then went to what used to be my late father’s Patrick’s office but now occupied by that faggot stepfather of mine, poured myself a nice big shot of Ted’s very expensive bourbon, got a fancy glass coaster that will double as an ashtray, sat in my late father’s office chair so that I was behind the desk and waited.

Four minutes and thirty-five second later Ted’s now fully dressed homo fuckboy is holding a wad of cash and running out the door.  Ted is following him to make sure that he drove off and then is when I lit up Kathleen’s cigarette and took a sip of Ted’s booze.

Ted barges into the office and he saw me smoking and drinking and said to me “I don’t allow for smoking in my house, even your mother respects that and you shouldn’t be smoking with your heart condition well. Those fucking things can kill you.”

I just took another drag of the cigarette, and coughed a bit before saying to Ted “this is not your fucking house Ted. It’s mom’s and mine, you just fucking live in it, for now as for this” as I took another nasty drag from Kathleen’s cigarette,  “if what the docs said about me was true then its not fucking lung cancer that’s gonna kill me Ted so now sit your fucking ass down. We definitely do need a stepson to stepdad talk and this time you are gonna fucking listen because your whole business empire fucking depends on it.”

Ted did what I told him to do and sat down in a chair in front of it.  I looked him straight in the eye and I could tell that Ted is a bit irate and nervous with me, but at the moment I really did give a fuck.  He asked me why I wasn’t on the road trip.  I just took yet another long inhale of the cigarette, exhaled the smoke in his face and said “school budget cuts.  That’s why I’m home early.”

I took another inhale of the smoke and then exhaled again and said “so Ted why are you bringing dago homo fuckboys into late father’s, my mother’s and my house?  I didn’t give you permission to and I wouldn’t think Kathleen would as well.  I don’t thing that Da would have either if he were alive considering your own place at the lake where you can fuck any gay male prostitutes to your hearts content and Kathleen wouldn’t know about it but. . .” as I took another drag of the cigarette “that’s right if there is anything my bigoted stern Irish mother hates more it’s homos and dagos and it seems to me that her husband is a homo that likes to fuck spics.  Am I getting that right ‘Papi Ted’?”

I then added “but she sure as fuck can now know ‘dad’”.

Ted then tried bargain with me by saying “look Toby, I know this all looks bad and if Kathleen finds out she will divorce me in an instant, take everything from what I built . . .”

I interjected and shouted “no Ted! Everything that Patrick built!  This was my father’s vision for his company, and he fucking died because of it by working almost non-stop for it to make it happen!  

“Everywhere one goes in this town one can eat at an O’Malley’s restaurant or go to an O’Malley’s Gym because of Patrick’s vision, but you provided the capital to make sure that it came but we both know goddamn well that Kathleen currently holds the fifty-two percent majority stake in the company to your forty-eight, for which half of that is held in escrow specifically for me, but on my eighteenth birthday I get a say on how my late father’s company should be run.

“Just imagine Ted if Kathleen finds out about you fucking gay Latino man whores, that could make for a very awkward marriage and business partnership.  Not only will she divorce you but will take you for everything that you have earned, including that nice house by the lake but I know my mother, she will make it her life’s work to fucking destroy you even if it cost her this house. 

"Just one call to Kathleen because I have a few photos and audio recordings of you having your cock blown by the spic before you fucked his ass and jizzed all over him that she would be most very interest in seeing thus your dirty little sexual perversion secret will get out or. . .”

I stared straight into Ted’s eyes and said “I’m getting up for another drink and smoke Ted” as I put out the cigarette, “can I get you something while I’m up?  You look like you could use a drink.  I’ll get you one Ted but first how does this tv work again?”

I turned on Ted’s big screen tv and through the miracle of modern technology I was able to simulcast the audio and the photos of Ted and the wetback having homo sex in my mother’s bedroom from my phone and project them on to the TV.

I just said in passing “you got a nice muscular butt Ted, needs some waxing though in that it’s a bit hairy.  I’ll be right back.”

I poured Ted his usual bourbon and one for me as well.  I gave Ted his drink as the audio kept on playing with Ted saying, “that’s it spic boy, suck hard on you Papi Ted’s cock.  Getting it all ready for your culo.”

Ted just silently sat as he took a sip of his drink.

I then said, “then Ted I have these” as the photos I took of Ted and the dago having sex with one another, first with the spic hands on Ted’s semi-hairy ass as he blew him, then the Hispanic guy’s legs on Ted’s shoulders as Ted fucked him.

I look at Ted while he is looking at the photos of him fucking the dago but he is not saying anything, and I swear from my position he was rubbing one hand on his junk as if he wag getting turned on by watching himself have sex with the Latino man-whore.

I then said, “this is my favorite one” as I showed him the photo of his and the dago’s face in the camera shot” as I saw Ted take another sip of his drink and smiles.

I then said “now Ted should I text these photos to Kathleen while she and Aunt Maureen are on her third Bloody Mary at the Bohemian Hotel’s Red Stag Grill before she calls up her lawyer to serve you with divorce papers and have then delivered to you by the end of business today or . . .”

Ted just takes a drink and said to me “what are you proposing Toby? Need money?  In a few weeks you will have access to what Patrick has set aside for you when you turn eighteen.”

I took a sip of my drink and lit up the third cigarette, inhaled it, then exhaled the smoke into Ted’s face and said, “It’s not money Ted, just promises made by Kathleen and you fulfilled.  First is the car.  I’m getting tired of lugging my books and gear bag to and from school, bumming rides from friends or taking share rides.”

Ted said “Kathleen and I talked about it already, you get one once in your senior year and not before.  Those are her words.”

I just took another drag and said “well Ted.  I need to be looking at schools during the summer break, so it wouldn’t kill you if I got it a few months earlier.” 

Ted just said “I’ll see what I can do Toby.  Your mother won’t like it though.”

I shouted, “goddamn it Ted, must you get everything pertaining to me cleared by Kathleen first!!  Boy she does have your nuts in a vice.  Can’t you make one decision on your own for once.  She’ll get over it.  A new car on my birthday or Kathleen starts getting pictures” as I pull out my cell phone and press the text message option, find mom in my contacts, and start adding the photos so that I had to do was press ‘Send’.”

Ted said “ok Toby, I can do that.  Having you out of the fucking house over the summer could be a good thing as well.  What is your second ‘request’ Toby?”

I replied back to Ted, “with the gyms, the physical rehabilitation clinic and the retirement home that you run I’m sure you know a cardiologist or two that can reevaluate me again to see if I have either AHS or HCM, but either way I pass the tests with flying colors regardless of the results.”
Ted then said to me, “are you sure of that Toby?  You could be signing your death warrant if you do this, especially if its HCM?”

I took a sip of my drink and said “I know Ted but it’s a risk that I’m willing to take.”

Ted then said to me “your mom meant well and trust me I wanted no part of this but the images of your heart projected were reversed.  Yours was the healthy one and someone who had HCM but died was shown as yours.  Your mom paid Dr. Rosenberg off to give you the wrong diagnosis and Jim Pedersen went along with it as well because he is an old family friend and all.  But Jim saw the look of despair and sadness on your face and as your God Father, he felt it was his duty to give you some optimism.  That’s why Kathleen got all cunty with him.

“Jim called me the next day to tell me about it and a few days later a check for five grand was written to one Bernard Rosenberg.”

I just took a sip of my drink and lit up another one of Kathleen’s smokes while trying to control my Irish temper to say, “why Ted?” why would she do that to me?”

Ted just replied back to me, “I don’t fucking know Toby. She has always been overly protective of you, never allowed you to become your own person and it has had a very extreme effect on you: that’s why I have had literally no say in your upbringing over the past twelve years, so if getting you a car and totally proper heart scan from a few very well trusted doctors I know or they can connect you with the best ones in the state to will piss off your mother then so be it.  I owe you that Toby it is the least I can do for you now is there anything else you request from me?”

I just said “a tuxedo, not a rental but a tailored one.  I have a date for the Prom.  Someone mom would ‘love’.”

Ted just said to me, “ok Toby I agree to your terms.  Please don’t send Kathleen those photos and audio recording” as he extended his hand to shake it.  I did.  I rose and Ted tried to give me hug but I just picked up my drink and the glass coaster I used as an ashtray and started walking out of his office to dispose of the butts into the trash.  As I was almost outside of it until Ted said “you drove a hard bargain, Toby.  I’d admire you for that, but Kathleen already knows about me and my ‘interests’: she just had one rule that I should never bring it to her home.  Unfortunately, I did, and I got caught

“Hopefully we can keep today’s events away from her knowledge.”

I just said “car on my birthday first Ted, after that we shall see but I highly recommend you fuck homo spic man whores at your own lake house and not in my father’s home.”

Ted just said “understood.” . . .