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We both fell asleep right there on the floor, with his meat still inside of me. The sound of the doorbell woke us both up. "Fuck, that is probably your mother at the door," Unc said quietly. We scrambled to grab our clothes, trying not to make too much noise in the process. Once we gathered our stuff, we ran upstairs to our respective bedrooms. I quickly changed into the pair of pants I had on yesterday and then headed back downstairs to answer the door. "Son. How are you doing? I've been worried sick. I know Uncle Paul is taking good care of you," mother said. If she only knew how well he was taking care of me. "I'm good ma. Don't worry, uncle Paul has me on punishment over here for being suspended," I replied. "Where is your uncle?" she asked. I told her that he was upstairs getting changed out of his work clothes. "Your father and I have been talking and I want to run something by you and Uncle Paul. I'll wait until he comes downstairs," mom said. She had a very serious look on her face. "Ok. Do you have my clothes, my book bag, and my cellphone?", I asked. She told me to go out and the car and look in the back seat. I was so happy when I saw some of my clothes laying there in the backseat. By the time I walked back into the house, Unc had come downstairs. Mom told us both to sit on the couch so that we could listen to what she had to say. "Tony. Your dad and I have been talking about the best course of action for our family, and we both agreed that it is just too early for you to return to the house. We would like for your Uncle Paul to let you stay here if he agrees. We both love you, but we just feel that this is the right thing to do for now," she said. Uncle Paul and I sat on the couch stunned. The sad thing is that I really didn't give a damn at this point. I just respond with a simple "Ok." Uncle Paul was visibly upset with what he just heard. "Sis you should have called me and asked before you put me on the spot like this in front of Tony. Of course Tony is welcomed to stay here. Tony go in your room for a quick second," Unc instructed. I went in the room, leaving the door cracked so I could hear what was going on downstairs. "I just want to go on record saying that you Greg are wrong for this. Y'all need to check yourselves. Bring the rest of his stuff over here so he can be ready to go back to school on Monday. I'll talk with you a little later. I don't know what else to say," Unc said with pure disgust. Mom left without even saying goodbye to me.
I closed the door and started to watch television. A rerun of Doogie Howser was playing, which gave me the idea to keep a diary. This would allow me to get out pent up frustrations without having to talk to anyone about what's going on in my life. I grabbed an empty composition book from my book bag and began to write:
I CAN'T BELIEVE MY PARENTS WOULD EVEN SUGGEST THAT I STAY WITH UNCLE PAUL, INSTEAD OF HAVING ME RETURN TO THE HOUSE WHEN THINGS CALMED DOWN. THEY DON'T WANT ME IN THE HOUSE BECAUSE I AM GAY. FUCK THEM. IF THEY CAN'T DEAL WITH THE FACT THAT I AM GAY, THEN THEY ARE DEAD TO ME. MAYBE THIS WAS FATE AND I WAS SUPPOSED TO END UP STAYING WITH THE LOVE OF MY LIFE. NOW, WE WILL BE ABLE TO SEE AND FEEL EACH OTHER ON A DAILY BASIS. GOD IF YOU ARE LISTENING, I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU WOULD HAVE MY PARENTS KICK ME OUT OF THE HOUSE, HAVE ME FALL IN LOVE WITH MY UNCLE, OR WHY YOU WOULD EVEN MAKE ME GAY. I'M ASSUMING THAT THERE IS SOME BIGGER PLAN IN PLACE AND THAT EVERYTHING WILL WORK OUT IN THE END. WELL I FEEL BETTER ALREADY WRITING THIS DOWN.
Those five days of suspension seemed like months. I know most students would've loved to have a five-day "vacation", but I actually cared about my grades. I was taking quite the load of courses, including: Honors English, AP Calculus, AP History, Honors Physics, Spanish V, Computer Information Systems, and Psychology. As soon as I walked through the doors of the school on Monday morning, I felt like all eyes were on me. I could see people point and whisper things to their friends as I made my way to class. No matter what was being said, and no matter who was saying it, I was not going to let it bother me. For one, I couldn't stand to miss any more days of school instruction; and I definitely could not run the risk of Uncle Paul increasing the amount of chores on my plate. When I finally made it to my first period class, one of the female students passed me a note:
A LOT OF PEOPLE HAVE BEEN TALKING AND SAYING THINGS WHILE YOU WERE OUT. I'M SURE BY THE TIME YOU LEAVE SCHOOL TODAY, YOU WOULD HAVE HEARD MOST OF THEM. DON'T LET ANYONE GET TO YOU. MOST OF THEM ARE A BUNCH OF ASSES ANYWAY. I COULD CARE LESS WHAT OR WHO YOU LIKE. THAT IS YOUR BUSINESS AND NOBODY ELSES.
It was like I had God watching my back, because Jessica's letter had an immediate calming effect. I simply folded the letter in half, drew a big smiley face on the plain side of the paper, and handed it back to her. That just went to show me that I had people in the school that had my back despite the fact that I'm attracted to guys. When the bell rang, I went up to Jessica and gave her a big hug. She was about five feet six inches, one hundred ten pounds, and had thick shiny black hair that fell just below her shoulders. She spoke with a slight southern accent that just made her seem so endearing. I don't know what it was about southern accents that made you feel immediately welcomed and loved. Anyway, she told me that she had my back and would love to hang out with me and get to know me outside of class. I agreed and moved swiftly to my next class to avoid being late. I arrived to English class on time and made my way to my desk. Just as soon as I took one step forward, I was pushed two steps back, I thought. The word 'faggot' was scribbled in pen on my seat and on the top of the desk. My first instinct was to flip that damn desk over and start whooping the first person's ass who look like they may have done this. Visions of Unc telling me that I can't let people get to me, and Jessica's note, both popped into my head at the same time. I just sat down and acted as if I didn't even see it. It was going to be a long day I could see.
Finally made it to lunch. I couldn't wait to be reunited with The Clique. I guess I was a little late getting to the cafeteria because Michael, Clarence, and Josh were already sitting at the table eating their lunch. "Oh my god I am so glad to see you guys. How has your day been going," I asked. Everyone pretty much had similar experiences to me, minus getting a lovely letter. Josh said that people were questioning him about being gay, but he knows what he likes so it didn't bother him one bit. Clarence had a different attitude. "Girl I was about to beat a bitch up this morning and get sent home for another five days. These motherfuckers think they can try me because I'm a pretty boy. I will knock the shit out of someone and not care," Clarence told us. We all told him how it just wasn't worth it anymore because people were going to continue to talk about us regardless. He calmed down a bit. "I guess y'all are right. I guess I'm like a local celebrity. All eyes and conversation on me. I must be fabulous honey," Clarence joked. Lunch came and went and it was already time for us to head to class. I said my goodbyes and headed to Physics.
Physics class seemed normal, especially since I didn't get any stares and I didn't see any derogatory names written on my desk. I got a text from Uncle Paul during class, reminding me to straighten up the house when I got home from school today. He was hosting a game night at his house tonight, and a few of his closest friends and coworkers would be coming over. This would be my first time seeing an actual game night, and my first time meeting Unc's friends. As soon as school let out, I rushed home to make sure everything was in order. I vacuumed the living room floor so that you would be able to see the fresh lines in the carpet. The rest of the house was immaculate, since Unc assigned me daily chores. When I finished, I showered and put on a fresh shirt and a pair of lounging pants. The pant's were almost like pajamas and did nothing to hide my butt, which I swore got bigger everyday. Unc got home around six o'clock that evening, since he had to stop and get drinks and groceries. When he walked through the door he gave me a kiss on the forehead and asked if I could help out with game night. Of course I told him yes and reported for duty.
By seven o'clock, all of Unc's friends arrived at the house. A total of five people came over, including his coworkers Jeff and Terry, and his good friends John, Mike and Thomas. They all looked like they were in their mid to late thirties. Everyone had average looks and bodies, except for Thomas, who reminded me of Morris Chestnut. He had flawless dark chocolate skin and a bright white smile that could make any panties soak and wet. He was about six feet tall, two hundred pounds, and I could tell that he visited the gym regularly. I was pretty much the butler for the night; hanging coats, greeting people at the door, refilling snack trays, and grabbing beers from the fridge. They all migrated to the living room where tables and chairs were set up for poker. Unc, and all of his friends, drank non-stop for hours as they played. At approximately ten o'clock, they called it quits and just relaxed in the living room. Unc's friend John blew up the downstairs bathroom. The smell was so bad I had to light candles and open a window. "I have to piss, but I am not using that damn bathroom after John. Smells like someone crawled up and died in there, said Mike. "Show Mike where the upstairs bathroom is located," Unc instructed me. As I walked Mike up the steps, he unzipped his pants and grabbed his dick as if he were about to piss himself. He was so occupied with preparing himself to enter the bathroom that he didn't even bother closing the door once he made it. I had a full side view of Mike's junk as he took the longest piss ever. His dick seemed to be semi hard as a steady stream of piss flowed into the toilet. After about two minutes, Mike finally finished draining that snake and put that thing back in his pants. I had visions of walking in and taking advantage of him in his drunken state, but I just walked him back downstairs. "I could get use to game nights," I thought to myself. Before long, folks were getting up to go home since it was getting late. Well, everyone except for one person. Thomas was so drunk; he fell asleep on the couch. Unc just let him sleep and didn't bother waking him. "I don't need him trying to drive home while he is pissy drunk. Go get him a pillow and a blanket Tony," Unc ordered. I untied his shoes and took them off his feet, then covered his body with the blanket. Unc and I were both tired, so we went upstairs and headed to our separate rooms.
I was awakened by a loud banging noise, which caused me to sit straight up in bed. I am a pretty light sleeper; the sound of a feather hitting the floor can wake me. When I looked over at the alarm clock and saw that it was a little after two in the morning, I got a little ticked off. I heard the noise again, and I could tell that it was coming from downstairs. The noise had me feeling pissed and a bit scared at the same time. Like every other idiot in a horror movie who decides to grab a flashlight and walk toward the danger, I grabbed my cell phone and crept slowly out of the bedroom. Taking short, light steps I made my way downstairs and into the living room. The only visible light was coming from the television set, so I couldn't see that well. I did notice that Thomas was not lying on the couch anymore, and upon closer look, I saw his shirt and pants laying on the floor next to his shoes. The banging noise rang out again, this time making its location perfectly clear--the kitchen. I eased my way across the foyer and into the kitchen. I definitely didn't expect to see what I saw when I got there. Thomas was stretched out on the floor wearing nothing but a pair of plain white boxers. He kept trying to lift himself off the floor by using a nearby kitchen chair. Every time he would try to pull himself up, the chair leg would raise and then smack down on the floor, causing the banging sound that woke me out of my sleep. Thomas was obviously still intoxicated, because when I tried to help him up he shouted, "Who the hell are you?" In my kindergarten teacher voice, I told him that I was Paul's nephew. "I was here all last night grabbing beer and chips for all of you guys. You don't remember me? Tony...Paul's nephew," I said. "Whatever," Thomas said. I extended my hand to help him up, but he wouldn't take it. "Why are you on the floor in the kitchen?" I asked. "How the fuck I know Paul's nephew. I was looking for something to eat," he said, slurring every word that left his lips. Eventually he let me help him up and I walked him back to the couch. He plopped down on the couch so hard, I just knew that he had broken it. His dick was now poking through the opening of his boxers. The contrast of his dark chocolate pole against his white boxers just sent my hormones into overdrive, and I wanted to bend down and take it in my mouth. I'm sure he would have let me since he was drunk out of his mind. His dick was soft and it was still about six inches thick, with visible veins. Almost as soon as Thomas' head hit the pillow, he fell fast asleep. There he was on the couch, legs spread, giving me a magnificent close-up view of his dick. I just stood there for a few minutes staring at it. I didn't have the balls to actually touch it, so I just pulled my junk out and started to masturbate. I licked a couple of my fingers and stuck them in my ass, imagining that Thomas was fucking me. I lowered myself so that my face was now inches away from his meat. I felt myself getting closer to a nut, so I just went for it and put the head of his dick into my mouth. Just as I was about to cum, Thomas shifted his body. I let him slip out of my mouth and I moved away from the couch. Before I headed back to my room, I checked to make sure that Thomas was still sleeping. He was still sound asleep, and even began snoring, so I made my way back upstairs.