My Daddy

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Name
Sammie Gideon Parker
Age
Thirty-three
Occupation
Dancer at local gay bar
Weight
91 kg.
Height
182 cm.
Likes
Elle - The Gym - Dillon's Cooking
Dislikes
His job - Leaving Elle for a long time - Working late
Personality
Fatherly - Childish - Protective - Pushover
Biography
Sammie was an only child in a fairly okay family. His parents worked to make sure they could take care of him and he was pretty much well off. His father became ill after some time and unfortunately passed away. Sammie ended up dropping school after that happened to help him mom out. He was just a Junior, only a year away from graduating, but he gave up because he had no choice. A couple of years later, he met a girl, Stacy. The two became friends and fell in love quickly. They eventually got married at 24. He was happy with how everything was going, but a year later, he lost his mother to old age. It broke his heart and he lost his motivation to do anything. At the same time, Stacy had a miscarriage with their first child, four months into the pregnancy.

During that time, they were very much separated, close to the brink of a divorce, but Stacy kept pushing. She never gave up on their love. She wanted to try again, to have a baby and even though she was scared that she might lose it a second time, she was willing to take the chance. She didn't want to lose Sammie because of this.

A year later, the two had a beautiful baby girl, Elle Natalie Parker. She was the best thing to happen to them and they wanted to cherish her for the rest of their lives. Unfortunately, the happiness only last for so long. About three years later, his wife died in an accident. Sammie fell into a deep depression and lost his job to follow up. The apartment he was staying at was threatening to evict him if he didn't pay in time and Sammie couldn't deal with the idea of Elle living on the streets or in a shelter. He got desperate and ended up getting a job at a bar...a gay bar...as a dancer. It wasn't something he wanted to do, but he knew that this would be something he knew he would make a lot of money off. Many of the other guys were thin slender guys and only like two of the others were like Sammie. Even then, he quickly became the favorite.

Even though he didn't quiet like his job, he was happy to put food on the table, pay the bills, and buy Elle nice things every now and then. Still, with Sammie working late nights, Elle was alone during those six or seven hours. That's when he met Dillon, the kid next door. He was a college student and needed a bit of extra money. Even though he wasn't one, he didn't mind baby sitting for Sammie. The two quickly became friends after that

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Name
Dillon Nat Miller
Age
Twenty-one
Occupation
Coffee Shop Employ;Elle's Babysitter
Weight
55 kg.
Height
163 cm.
Likes
Coffee - Cooking/Baking - Video Games
Dislikes
Exboyfriend - Studying - Writing Essays
Personality
Nurturing - Maternal - Stubborn - Easily Distracted
Biography
Dillon was the baby out of three. His parents cuddled him and treated him like the golden child after his brother and sister basically did everything to go against their wishes. He enjoyed having everything basically given to him, but as he grew up, he became more and more independent. He started work Sophomore year of high school and paid for about everything he did, used, or needed. Because he grades were high and he scored relatively well on his tests, he was granted full scholarships to many school around the country. He decided to go out of state for college and even though he parents wanted to keep him at home, they let him go. They knew he would be okay.

Freshman year of college was rocky to begin with, but he managed the last semester and brought his GPA back up. It was due to the fact that he had been involved with a guy who basically screwed him over and hung him out to dry. He managed to pick himself up and get back into it all, but it really messed with him.

Dillon is now in his Sophomore year of college. He took a year to relax and focus on work and enjoying himself. He lives in an apartment complex with him roommate Jessica and her boyfriend Tom. Last year he met the guy form down the hall and was actually asked if he could look after his daughter while he worked. He never asked Sammie where he worked, but he assumed it was a club or bar. Places like that were only open that late. After sometime, Dillon was staying at Sammie's, sometimes passing out on the couch if Elle fell asleep. The two were friends now, but Dillon always had a tiny crush on him. He was way older then him, but he couldn't help but have something for the other.

He knew it would never happen because he was straight, but a boy could dream, right?

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Sammie twisted the keys that hung in the ignition. The car stopped and turned off as the his whole world became enveloped in silence. He sighed and leaned back in his head, closing his eyes. The night was over and he was tired as fuck. Working at the bar ws a handful but the money was good. His pay was shit, but tips is where he made all of his money. Making a little over 400 a night was better then working at the supermarket for 7.25 an hour. Even then, he hardly hit his forty every week when he did work there. Sure, he would get hit on by all those guy, tall or short, skinny or fat, thin or built, but he always thought about his daughter. If he didn't have this job, they would be out on the streets or living in a shelter. He hated that idea. He didn't want Elle to grow up like that and this was a source of income he wasn't able to achieve at a minimum wage job. Nevertheless, Sammie always thought about what Stacy would say about this. He always wondered what she would think finding him doing this to raise money for their daughter. He wasn't completely close-minded, but a part of him felt like she wouldn't approve. Even so, it wasn't a question he would ever get to ask, nor was it something that was an option anymore.

He pulled the keys out of the socket and pulled on the door handle to open the car and get out. He closed the door of the pick up behind and walked around to the other side, pulling his duffel bag out of his trunk. He locked the car as he made his way towards his apartment. He was wondering if Elle was still awake. It was gonna be four in the morning so Dillon probably put her to sleep already. Their were times where she managed to convince Dillon to let her wait up for Sammie. He didn't mind entirely, but if it was Sunday night, he didn't like her staying up past eleven. She was four already and it was only a matter of time till she was gonna start school. He wanted her to get into the who routine of going to bed early, but of course, over time. He neared his door and put the key int he lock, twisting it until he heard the click. He unlocked the door and walked in, seeing Dillon sprawled out on the couch. The TV was on, but at this hour, the only thing that played were terrible infomercials and adult shows. He dropped his bag down onto the floor and plopped down right next to Dillon, watching what was on.

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Dillon laid out on the couch watching TV. Elle had fallen asleep a few hours ago, and he stayed waiting for Sammie. It had been like this for a while now, but Sammie payed him to take care of his little girl and Dillon didn't mind. After all, he loved kids. It was like being a big brother to the kid, considering he was always the baby in his family. He knew it was a job, but he enjoyed it, more then working at the coffee shop. he was fast asleep until he minute he felt something fall down right next to him. His eye lids fluttered as his eyes wandered around the room. He picked up his head to see Sammie. He was in the clothes he wore when he left the place, a pair of basket ball short and a tank top. His hair was a tad messy and he smelled like sweat, smoke, and beer. It was really off putting and Dillon didn't bother to hide the face. He got up slowly and looked at the older male. "Damn you smell like shit. Good thing Elle isn't awake to smell this." He joked with the older man and sat back up, yawning and stretching his arm and legs. He got up off the couch and walked over to the fridge opening the door. "I'm gonna grab a water."

Dillon walked back over to the couch and plopped back down onto the couch, next to Sammie. "Here." He handed the man a water as he twisted the lid and took a sip from it. "So I took Elle to McDonald's today. I told her I'd cook her something to eat, but she wanted Chicken Nuggets. I said, 'I can make them better' and she put her hands on her hips and said no."

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Sammie watched the TV until he felt a shift in weight on the couch. He looked over to see Dillon get up and look over at him. "Damn you smell like shit. Good thing Elle isn't awake to smell this." Sammie sighed and pulled his tank top up to take a whiff. The shirt he was wearing didn't smell all that bad, but Dillon must have smelled the duffel bag. That's where his 'uniform' was. Dillon didn't know where Sammie worked, but he told him he worked at a bar and that was it. He didn't want the kid to know that he was a dancer at a gay bar. It wasn't because he was gay, but he didn't want Dillon to see him differently. He laid back on the couch and rested his arm against the wall when Dillon got up and walked over to the fridge. "Get me on too, will yah." After all of that 'work', he needed a drink, but water would do. Dillon came back to the couch and sat back right next to Sammie.

"So I took Elle to McDonald's today. I told her I'd cook her something to eat, but she wanted Chicken Nuggets. I said, 'I can make them better' and she put her hands on her hips and said no." Sammie laughed out "I sure as hell didn't teach her that and the only other person she hangs out with is you, so I wonder where she picked it up from." Sammie took a large gulp from the bottle and cap the bottle. "Don't worry, I'll play you back for the lunch. By the way, thanks again for watching Elle for me."

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"Nah it's ok and don't sweat it. It's not like it was that expensive." Dillon rested his head backwards and looked up at the ceiling. Lots of things ran through his mind. The fact he had an exam on Monday was what worried him the most. He managed to study some after Elle went to bed, but he was hoping to get some quiet time and study for a bit longer then an hour or two. He sighed heavily and yawned out as he placed his hands on his legs and pushed himself off the couch. "Well, I better head off. Need to get some sleep so I don't show up to work like a fucking zombie tomorrow. You can pay me tomorrow when I get back from work." Dillon grabbed his things and headed for the door. "I'll see you tomorrow Sammie. Night." And with that Dillon was out of the apartment and outside walking to his. He hunched his backpack over his shoulder and pulled his phone out of his back pocket. He had a text from his 'friend' Jason. Of course, before he could reply to the text, he got a call from the guy. Dillon hesitated to answer, but did anyways. "It's two in the morning. Can't you call me at a normal hour like normal people do?"

"I wanna see you kiddo. What are you doing?"

"I'm leaving a friends apartment."

"Are you cheating on me?"

"Calm down, I was watching his kid. He works at some bar. Besides, were not even going out."

"True, but maybe one of these days we could be more then just 'friends'."

"Yeah, when you stop coming over for just sex."

"Speaking of sex, are you roommates over."

"Yes, but their probably asleep, although I doubt that would stop you from coming over."

"See you soon shrimp."

"Bring me some food. I'm starving." The other boy ended the call and Dillon stood outside his apartment. He didn't know why he kept giving into the guy, but maybe it was because he was the only guy that bothered to give him the light of day. Well, him and Sammie, but Sammie was straight. No way he was gay and even if he was, why would he be interested in some little twink? He unlocked the door and stepped in seeing Jessica in the kitchen. She looked over at him and smiled. "Sammie finally came home?" Dillon dropped his backpack near the door and sat down on the couch, the TV tuned on to a rerun of Jerry Springer. Jessica liked watching this shit. "I'm surprised you didn't just spend the night over there."

"Thought about it, but decided to come back and sleep in my own bed. What are you doing up so late?" Jessica walked over to the living room and sat right next to Dillon, a cup of tea in her hand. "My throat is feeling a tad sore so I made some lemon and honey green tea."

"And Tom?"

"He's fast asleep. Didn't want to wake up him."

"Well, Jason is gonna come over in a bit, just so you know." Jessica sighed and looked over at the TV. "Are you guys even official. All you guys ever do is have sex, or just hang out here at the apartment or at his place with his parents."

"It's...complicated."

"That's code for 'no'." Jessica was right. The only time Jason came around was for sex, but he usually sticks around afterwards. Same when Dillon sleeps over at his place. They hardly go out together or anything, but he treats him like a boyfriend would. They text each other almost ever minute of the day, hangout with each other almost ever minute of the day, he calls him cute nicknames, and genuinely cares for Dillon. They could be considered a couple already, they just lack the title. "I don't know honestly, but oh well."

"Pos ni modo." Jessica got up from the couch and patted Dillon on the lap. "Well, I'm gonna head to bed now. When Jason comes over, just don't forget to lock the doors after you close them. Night." Jessica walked down the hallway and back into her room. The apartment was two story and Jessica and Tom had the master bed room which was on the first floor. Dillon had the top floor bedroom which was still ok size, but not as big as Jessica and Tom's. He sat on the couch for a few more minutes, almost knocking out before hearing a knock at the door. He got up and opened the door, quickly getting manhandled by Jason. He was a lean guy who towered Dillon as well. "Hey their cutie."

"Did you bring me my food?" Jason was going after Dillon's neck like it was his buffet. "Yup, but how about we take care about the situation in my pants first and then worry about the grub?" Dillon knew that when Jason was ready, Jason was ready and if he was told to wait, he wouldn't. "Fine. Lock the door first." Jason smiled and locked the door behind him while carrying Dillon over his shoulder, McDonald's in the other hand. They soon headed up the stair case and into Dillon's room, not bothering to fully close the door behind him.

[[By the way, this is what Jason looks like, without the horns.]]