Ode To My Fathers

Eric celebrates Father's Day 2024 with his ode.

Transcript

I grew up with 3 fathers and here is what I’ve learned. My name is Eric and welcome to the craziness that lives inside my head.           

My mother never married my biological father. At age three she married my step father… I didn’t care to much about living with them so, I lived with my grandmother and her husband, my step grandfather until the 5th grade…

My step grandfather, Mr. Archie and I, on Saturday nights watched Wrestling on TV. Haystacks Calhoun, Bruno Sammartino, Bobo Brazil, I sat on the floor with my naked back leaning on his hairy legs. He was quite hairy from head to foot. I enjoyed the feeling of his hairy legs  rubbing up against my back. I think this 


was the beginning of my journey looking for hairy back lovers.
Summer weekends, Mr. Archie would take me to the park. He was a member of a baseball team. When there weren’t any games going on, he would teach me how to catch the ball. After that he taught me how to hit the ball. So, on this one day while he was teaching me how to hit the ball I missed and wasn’t swiff enough to move out the way of the oncoming ball and got hit in my forehead…I saw stars and cried like a baby, an eight year old baby. He took me home as I cried like a baby and put ice on my forehead. Well, after that my grandmother forbade him to teach me any more baseball because I was too young to learn the sport with a hardball and should have been taught with a softball. 


As I got into my puberty and finally had to move in with my mom and step dad I was having wet dreams about my step grandfather…ever since then visions of naked hairy back men danced in my dreams lol…

My step father was a drug addict alcoholic and abusive to me and my mom. This was one of the reasons when I was young I never wanted to stay with them…my first experience with them after they got married, my step father, Bucky, had a doberman pinscher dog. One day he whip me with a strap. I was about 5 years old. His dog attacked him and kept him from whipping me. He had the dog put down and that was when my mom sent me to live with my grandmother…
When I moved back in with them I was in the 6th grade.. One day my biological father came to visit me while Bucky was at work. Bucky came home early 


and caught my biological father with us. After my biological father left Bucky whipped me and my mom and told us that he would kill us if he ever find That man in our house again.

The following is an excerpt from my book Nemesis Horizon Project: Stefan Reptilian…This is one of the main characters in my book..Stefan is me and the excerpt I am about to read happened in real life. The book is a science fiction trilogy of Reptilian Humans hybrids. I incorporated my life story into these creatures. This scene actually took place between my step father and me.

[“I remember the time when we moved to a new neighborhood and my step dad was hardly ever home. I had to have been in my early teens. He came home drunk one night. He was so drunk that my mom asked me to 


take him to the bathroom so he can pee. Once I got him in the bathroom and pulled down his pants he almost fell. I had to hold him up with my arm around him and actually pull out his wrinkled cock so he can pee in the toilet and not on the floor. Holding his cock brought back memories of it being in my mouth. I was well aware of sex and erection. I was furious with myself because hold the cock of the man who sexually abused me made me horny. My cock got hard and I wanted to go down of my step dad. It didn’t happen. He finished. I shoot his cock dry and 

zipped him up. He kissed me on my cheek and said, “I love you.” I walked him back to bed. The whole incident confused me. If he loved me why was he so abusive to me and my mom? It was the night of Dr. Martin Luther King’s assassination. My mom and step dad were in their bedroom which was next to my bedroom. I heard them arguing loudly as usual. I heard my step dad yelling out that I was a freak then I heard a slapping sound which I’ve heard plenty of times. He was once again beating my mom.
“SHUT UP!” my mom yelled at him.
 “Who the fuck you think you talking to?!” he yelled back at her then slapped her again.
 I had this sickening feeling deep inside my stomach. All I could do 


was rock back and forth to calm myself down but it didn’t work.
"You just jealous cause he’s not your son!” said my mom in retaliation.
 When I heard him slap her again something in me exploded and I ran into their bedroom filled with fury. As I burst into their bedroom I saw my mom sitting on the bed crying. She had bruises on her face from him slapping her. My step dad was standing over her with his fists balled. When he saw me he immediately took a fighting stance.
 “What do you want, FREAK?” he spewed out from his filthy mouth.
 All I could do was stare at him. Slowly, I crossed over to him with 

this vision in my head of holding his heart in my hands squeezing it till it bled. He confronted me then suddenly he had a difficult time breathing. I got closer to him and confronted him. He fell to his knees and clutched his chest and struggled to breathe. All I could do was to think of all the 


times he made me suck his fucking cock! His nasty tasting cock! The odor of his human body sickened me. I loathed him. I wanted him dead! Then I felt this electric charge emitting from my body. It felt like a strong static electric charge. As he was about to expire I whispered into his ear and in Reptilian I said, ‘HUMAN, if you hit my mom again I will 


kill you!’ He fell out onto the floor in complete body spasms. ‘Stefan! What’s going on?’ my mom yelled out as she grabbed me and hugged me tight,  ‘Mommy loves you, baby! Please Don’t! Mommy loves you!’ she kissed me and patted my head frantically. It was her love for me I allowed him to live. “] If you want to read more on my life as a Reptilian, go to Amazon Books. Nemesis Horizons Project: Stefan Reptilian..

It wasn’t until I was 17 years old that I got quality time to spend alone with my biological father, Phillip. I watched his every move because my mom and step dad always accused me of being like him. The thing that shocked me the most was the day I was at his apartment. He was taking a shower. He forgot to take a towel with him in the bathroom and yelled out for me to bring him one from the bedroom. I did and knocked on the bathroom door.  He open the door and there was my biological father standing before me 


stark naked. What shocked me was all the hair that covered his nude body.   
From that day on I stayed in touch with my dad. We would spend weekends together at different apartments of his side chicks…. Now, I know where I got my horny prowling from. 

At age 27, I wound up living in Spanish Harlem with my dad, stepmother and step sisters after my failed attempt to live in San Francisco. I lived with them for 2 years before being cast out into the streets. I guess my quirkiness got on their nerves.

At  age 34, I helped my dad and his family to relocate south to the place of his birth. That was when he told me that he was leaving his house and property in his will to his other children and since I had a mother and 

grandmother who possessed land he wasn’t leaving me anything. Put that in your pipe and smoke it, my podcast audience.

At age 59, I followed suit and relocated also to land of my mother’s and Grandparent’s birth. I had changed careers and couldn’t survive in CT on my new low income salary. Since I had inherited two home there were no rent to pay and cost of living was much cheaper in the South than the Northeast. 

In 2014, I was 62 and my dad was 90. That Spring, I gave my dad a surprised 90th birthday party. That Fall I bought a modular home to replace the old decrepit house I was living in and by that winter, I’d realized that my dad and step mother weren’t losing their minds, they had a bad case of dementia. 


Two years later my niece from Atlanta, volunteered to take my dad and his wife to live with her. This way she can care for them much better than I could since I was working days, leaving them alone and my dad started wandering from home.

My dad past in the late summer of 2019. I had a memorial service for him in his home town of his youth. 

What you’ve just heard was my ode to the fathers in my life. Each of them taught me how to survive on this planet. Each of them in their own way cared about me and loved me.

May God bless them now where ever their soul are existing.

You have just heard the craziness that lives inside my head.