Apartment #9

From Part 6

Uncle Scott was locking the back door behind him. He had a plastic bag in his hand. He saw me and raised the bag in the air. “Six jars of Vaseline,” he laughed.

I simply stood there. If there had been a gun in the house, I would have shot Scott first. The second bullet would have had my name on it.

-1-

I had lost; I thought that being alone for a day was a victory for me, but I had lost. Maybe this time I would scream, and he would kill me.

I heard Uncle Scott cackle as he followed me up the stairs. “There’s no one here, so we can be as loud as we want, and I can take my time. Maybe I’ll be able to fuck you five or six times. Oh, I know, you can suck my fucking dick before I do you.” He laughed again. “Yeah, fuck a duck but we’re going to have a great time.”

I went into my bedroom and removed my underwear and t-shirt. I started to lie down on the rug.

“No. Not yet. I never get to play with that ass. Oh, shit this is going to be fun.” Scott sat on the edge of the bed. “Get in my lap so that your ass is right here and our dicks are touching.”

I did as I was told. I heard the jar of Vaseline click open. I felt two greasy fingers move across my hole. It tingled in a nice way, but then he crammed his fingers into my butt. I gritted my teeth together. He began to hum as he did it.

“Shit, boy, this is the first time I’ve got to see this hole close up, and she sure is pretty. Aww. Look at it winking at me.” He pushed in again. “Fucking hell, that’s three fingers. I bet I could get my fist in there. But I don’t want to stretch it out. I like the way that tight hole grabs my dick when I fuck you.”

He slapped my butt. “I love this ass.” Then he bit one of my cheeks. “Go get a towel. I want to fuck you in the bed, and I don’t want Vaseline on the sheets.

When I came back into my room, he had stripped the top of the bed. He jerked the towel from my hand, spread it on the mattress, and pulled me so I was on my back. “Grab those knees and pull them toward you and apart.”

I had been following his directions for so long that I did it without thinking.

“Oh, what a sweet hole. Fuck number one coming up.” I felt his penis as he pushed it down with one hand and pushed it against me. It went right in. “My sweet nephew knows how to take my cock.” He began to pump in and out of me. His usual quiet grunts were replaced by loud ones and an occasional ‘fuck yeah.’ His fuck wasn’t as rapid or as forceful as usual.

He looked down at me. When I get close, I’m going to pull out and squirt my load all over your face.

“I need to see that,” said a voice from the doorway.

I looked over to see a figure in the doorway.  It was my father. I wanted to cry. He’d come to save me.

“How long have you been fucking the boy?” my father asked.

“Just a few minutes.”

“Fuck that, Scott; I mean, this is not the first time you’ve had your dick up his ass.”

I noticed that my dad had his dick out and was stroking it.

“Come on, Scott. Keep fucking him; it’s really hot.” My father pulled his pants down a little farther.  “I love it when you pull back and his ass holds on to your cock.

I closed my eyes. He wasn’t here to save me.  He wanted to humiliate me.    I wanted to shut everything out.  I didn’t want to see or hear anything.

My uncle sped up his fuck. “Want a turn bro? I’m getting close to coming. I’ll let you come first. His ass is really tight.”

“Naw,” said my dad. “Seems wrong for a man to fuck his own son.  I’ll just watch you because it’s as hot as shit.”

“My balls are tightening. Oh, baby, I’m about to blow my wad.”

I felt him slam into me, and for as many times as I could remember, and all those I couldn’t, it felt like he was peeing inside me. Then just as quickly, he pulled out of me. I could feel the liquid leak out of my ass.

“Oh, fucking-A, Scott. That’s hot, oh, yeah, here’s mine.” I felt the splashes on my body. My father had come on me. I felt sick.

“Hey, Brian, let’s go wash up. I’ll blow you later if you want.”

“Think you can blow me while you fuck him?”

“I’m willing to try it, Big Brother.”

I heard them leave the room and head downstairs. I went into my bathroom and washed. My tears flowed down the drain, but nothing could wash away the pain.

-2-

Tyler was holding me when I finished telling him. I thought I was going to feel happy once I had; I just felt tired. I looked over at Tyler, and his eyes were red. “Oh, Tyler.”

“It hurts me to know how they hurt you,” said Tyler. He wiggled his fingers on mine. “How old were you when this started?”

“First grade,” I said flatly.

He shook his head.  “Fucking monsters,” he looked out over the water. I saw tears forming in his eyes again.

“It’s over,” I said. I reached up and pushed my fingers through his hair. “Your hair is so soft.”

He turned and looked at me. “But they didn’t pay for what they did to you.”

He was talking about some sort of justice, some sort of legal justice. A policeman would be thinking like that. “You mean like going to jail, don’t you.”

“They deserve to be in prison.  I’ll help you send them there.”

“I told you it’s over.  It ended.  I used to ask God to make it stop by killing me or killing them.”

“Oh, shit, baby. When did it stop?  How did it stop?”

“When I was sixteen. Scott took me to a bakery to get cupcakes for my grandmother’s birthday.  He loved cupcakes, and I had decided to poison his cupcake with some ant poison that we had that looked kind of like sprinkles. I’d planned it all out.”

Tyler’s face got pale. 

“As we went back to his truck and he stepped around the front, a car hit him. He was knocked down the street. I remember seeing cupcakes going everywhere. Part of his foot landed on the sidewalk. I walked up to him; he was bleeding a lot. He looked up at me.” 

I took a deep breath. I was about to expose my last secret. “I looked at him and told him, ‘I hope you die, you piece of shit.’ I turned and walked home. When I got there, my father asked me where the cupcakes were, and I said, ‘I prayed to God that He would kill Uncle Scott, and He just did. Just so you know, I asked God to kill you, too.’ Then I went up to my room. Scott died on the way to the hospital. My father never spoke to me again.”

Tyler pulled me to him again.

“It is over,” I said. “I want to put that behind me, I can’t change what happened. I want to look forward, so I have something else to share with you.”

“I feel like I need something to drink,” he said.

“No, you need to be sober when I tell you. This is the most important and serious part of all.”

Tyler took a deep breath.

“Let’s stand over between the chairs. Now, look where the boat is pointed.”

Tyler looked in that direction.

“Now look at me.”

He did.

“I’m falling in love with you, Tyler; just seeing your smile makes me happier than I’ve ever been in my life.  I’ve only known you for a few days; we need time to discover one another.  I want to invest in you.”

“Oh, Ethan. I’m falling, too. I’ve been so scared you would pull away before we had a chance to grow together. I don’t know if this makes sense, but you make me feel more like a man, and there are so many things that I’m thinking and feeling that I don’t know who to put into words.”

I smiled at him. “I’m going to announce that we are officially boyfriends and that…”

Both of us turned to the left as the sound of a boat motor got louder. A Sea-Doo was headed right for us. I was frozen. Tyler’s arm grabbed me and pulled me to the back of the boat as the craft crashed into the boat. The floor tilted up, and I fell into the seat. Water poured over the side, drenching me. Tyler pulled at me again, and I was bobbing in the water.

I saw flames and heard screaming. I fought to remain upright in the water, the life vest was causing me to pivot on my back. I heard what sounded like another boat, maybe two. There was a loud popping sound, and I saw our boat turn onto its side and slip under the water.

“Tyler!” I shouted with all my might. “Tyler!” His empty life vest bumped into me. “Noooo! Tyler!”

I saw what looked like a body come to the surface. Tyler was behind it; he was trying to turn it face up. A small flat-bottom boat arrived. The man in the boat struggled to pull the body out of the water. Another boat arrived. And then another.

It was almost six in the evening when we were dropped off at the camper by the county sheriff. I was cold and my clothes were still damp; plus, I was hungry. I didn’t want to complain; the person on the jet-ski was in the hospital in a coma, and I was alive and uninjured. Tyler said he was OK, and although I knew that he was trained to deal with events like this, I imagined that this was more personal than most.

I’m not sure what set me off, but as soon as the deputy drove away and Tyler turned around to face me, I let him have it. “You fucking asshole! You took your life jacket off and didn’t tell me what you were doing. All I knew is that you were gone and the boat was gone and I was alone and you were dead.” I began to sob.

Tyler put his arm around me.

“Don’t fucking touch me; how could you do that? You fucking asshole.”

“You said that already.”

I threw my arms around him. “I love you; I was so scared.”

“I’m sorry, baby. All I was thinking about was that there was no time, I had to get that guy out of the water.  You know I couldn’t have done anything other than what I did.”

He was right, and I knew it.  “I know,” I admitted as I wiped my tears. “I was just so scared because you weren’t there. You saved him. You’re a hero.”

“Just doing what I was trained to do.”

I pulled him tight to me.

“Now, listen to me,” he said.

“I think your phone’s ringing.” I could hear it inside the camper.

Tyler reached under the camper and pulled out a small green box. He opened it, removed a key, and opened the camper. He looked at his phone. “My supervisor called. I need to call him back.”

“I nodded and walked away toward the dock. The rock path wasn’t very comfortable in my bare feet. I sighed as I stepped onto the dock. I was an idiot to spend that much money on a pair of sandals that didn’t look any better than my cheap ones. They didn’t offer any more support for my feet either. Now they were at the bottom of the lake. Why was I thinking about my shoes when I should be glad I was alive? “I wonder if everyone is as crazy as you are, Ethan.”

“Are you asking yourself whether you are crazy?” Tyler asked me.

I hadn’t heard him come down the path.

“Not really. I already know that I’m a little bit off.” I smiled at him. “Just wondering out loud if everyone else is. I’m sorry about earlier. I shouldn’t have become so upset.”

Tyler shook his head. “It’s OK. It’s been an emotional day.”

I laughed a little. “Understatement. But what’s not an understatement is how I feel about you.”

“I’m glad. Are you working tomorrow?” he asked. “I’ve been told that I need to take tomorrow off, report for an interview with Internal, and then go on paid leave while I’m cleared of wrongdoing.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Off-duty cop involved in an incident resulting in injury to a civilian. It’s standard procedure in our department to investigate, and while they investigate, I cannot work.”

“I can probably get away with about three hours of work, but I can’t take the day off, and I don’t want to use sick time for a Monday; it’s a touchy situation.”

“No, I understand, but I know that each extra hour I get to hold you is going to help me cope with this, especially if the man dies,” Tyler said.

I hugged him. “Together, we’re strong.”

“Like the Patrick Duffy song?”

“I don’t know it,” I admitted.

“He sort of sings it, and the French singer who sings with him has a strong accent. I like her better in French, and she sings in German and Spanish, too. Anyway, that’s the name of the song.”

“You’re stressed, Tyler. “You’re rambling a bit.”

Tyler chucked, “Want to destress me?”

“What? On an empty stomach?” I kissed him. “Tell you what. I’m going to shower; you’re going to get the steaks ready. While they’re resting, you’re going to shower. I’ll get everything else set. Oh, don’t get the potatoes going first.”

“You’re kind of bossy.”

“You’re attitude,” I said, “tells me that you’re grumpy because you’re hungry.”

“My attitude?” he laughed.

“Cooperate, Officer, “ I placed my hand over his crotch, “and I’ll make it worth your while.”

“How do you want that steak?” Tyler moved his eyebrows up and down rapidly, and I felt a tingle in my groin.

With Ethan's past revealed, he feels free to give himself to Tyler.