Bruise Violet

[GreenerPastures]

Bruise Violet


“Mom please!” I begged. I was shirtless with only a pair of jeans on me, my father stood above me; a short, stiff horse whip was grasped tightly in his hand, drops of my blood clanged to it.

“That doesn’t warrant a pardon Omar” she said, a look of steel on her white slender face, there was no compassion there, none that I could find. I glanced at the computer screen again; endless pictures and videos of men, naked men doing things that condoned me.

“I knew it, I had a feeling that you were up to no good, that your mind ran with these impure thoughts…sick Omar I’m sick and so is your family!” Even though my father had been living in America for nearly thirty years he had never lost his Arabic accent, something that he was very proud off, it was that accent that had won my Caucasian mother over.

Tears ran down my face, they mingled with my sweat and blood that my father had spilled. For a good minute nobody said anything, not me, or my parents, it was eerily quiet.

“Get out” my mother said in a hushed whisper.

“What?”

“You heard your mother out of this house! You have five minutes to take your filth with you”

I couldn’t believe it, they were actually kicking me out of the home where I had been living in for the past 21 years, they were forcing me out.

“Please I’ll change, I promise please-“ they cut me off, my parents didn’t want to listen, they both left the room and closed the door behind them.

Fuck. There was no going back, they were some of the most hard headed, rash individuals and whenever they made a decision they stuck to it, I knew because I was just like them. I had no choice anymore.

I grabbed what I could, I threw some clothes in a duffel, grabbed my guitar and journals…the rest of my life was expandable, I looked outside the window and there they were, in the backyard sitting down on the garden chairs, pretending like nothing had happened.

My little sister Ariel paced back and forth, she was eighteen. My parents probably told her to go with them, I couldn’t even say goodbye to her!

I turned off the computer, put on a t shirt that stuck to my bloody back and headed out the door, I knew where to go, the one place where I knew I would not be judged by my orientation. I looked back at the house for one last time…this was it, no goodbyes, I had enough money for the bus to Los Angeles, I sighed and walked to the bus station.

I arrived at my uncle Leland’s house in less than an hour, he was my mother’s older brother. Uncle Leland lived by the beach on Santa Monica, not far from the pier.

It took him a while for him to open up, but he did eventually, he was happy to see me, ecstatic even but as soon as he let me in I fell forward and blacked out.

*****

I dreamt of my parents, their heads where huge with rivers of tears coming down their face, my little sister was trapped in a cage above their head, her usual pigtails were gone, replaced by snakes that bit at each other. I couldn’t move, I was helpless, behind me was the screen that was my downfall, a sea of men bathed in blood as they touched each other.

I couldn’t take it anymore! It took me for what seemed ages to scream but I did it, my uncle was there by my side then, I was no longer in my head!

My vision was still a little blurry but I definitely knew there was somebody else there too, a tall blonde haired man with a concerned look on his face, his shirt was bloodied and so were the rags in his hands. I had no idea who this was, and I thought maybe that I was still dreaming but it all seemed too real for me this time.

“Do you know your name?” he asked, he was bathed in white light from the bedroom window, he looked angelic to me, with his short blonde hair and blue eyes, he was…cute to say the least.

“Omar” I croaked “my name is Omar.”

“Good” he smiled and went over to talk to my white haired uncle by the corner of the room, he came back and put a hand on my shoulder.

“Okay big guy, this is the deal, you have no deep wounds so you don’t need any stitches, I treated your wounds and you should be good to go in a few days, and don’t forget to put on that ointment that your uncle has, it works miracles!”

“Thanks” I managed; they both left the room and closed the door behind them.

My stuff was on a little wooden chair that I would probably brake if I sat on it. I got up and went to the full length mirror and checked out the state of things, my back was patched up with some bandages, it no longer hurt as much, hell I think they sting was gone.

I was six feet tall, broad shoulders and not to toot my own horn but with a fair amount of muscle. My father had always pushed me to do my best, to be the best and this was a really simple way to do it, being bigger than everybody else. I also had a fair complexion thanks to my mom, but got the vast amount of hair from my father. I liked my body, vain? Yeah maybe, but I tried to be as a good kid, other than my confused orientation...

“Who was that uncle?” I asked when we were at the table having dinner “Richard Marley, he’s the doctor next door” he laughed and took a big gulp of coffee “Why Omar, interested?”

I almost spit the coffee out which made him laugh a little harder. I admired my uncle so much! Leland Jackson was easily one of my favorite people in the family, a rock, stable ground in a typhoon of emotions. He was 67 but he looked as if he had 55 on a bad day, he owned his own house, car and even managed a small restaurant, the 5’11’’ geezer still had a lot of fight in him.

“No, I was just wondering who he was” I said a little too quickly for him to buy it.

“Omar…son, I don’t care what you like, well I care but I don’t want to control it, that is your preference and many times we can’t control what our body likes or dislikes, I love you no matter what, pig headedness and all”

I almost cried, but held back the tears. I grabbed the coffee pot and topped him off.

“I love you too Uncle Leland”

 

[GreenerPastures]

My back was feeling a lot better a week later after I received that painful beating from my father, the cuts and violet bruises were fading, turning into white scars against my skin.

My uncle had me rest at his place while he went to work at the restaurant, after a few days he had me mow the lawn, throw the trash out and paint the garage an awful pink. He woke me up one Monday morning though to help out the doctor neighbor with a truck full of furniture…apparently he was getting a roomie.

“Ahh…really, do I have too?” I moaned still half asleep, he opened the curtains wide letting the Californian sun in, bleaching my vision as it brightened up the spare bedroom.

“Omar he helped you out, you have to do the same. Come on” I heard his old car engine rev up and drive away a few minutes later, sighing I got up and went to the bathroom to take a lengthy piss.

I put on some grey, loose sweats and a black band tee. I didn’t bother with my short black hair, or my face for that matter, I was going to get dirty anyways. My uncle had left me some breakfast on the table and a note with a big smiley face on an apple.

Damn old man, I loved him.

At seven o’ clock I heard a big u-haul truck drive up and park, that was my cue. I left the house with my hands inside my pockets. Richard Marley was waiting by the curve waving at me, his blonde hair looked even lighter in the sun, but it brought out the electric blue of his eyes.

“Good morning sir”

“Oh Jesus, do I look that old to you?!” he squealed, covering his mouth.

“No, I’m sorry, it’s just what I’m used too”

“How old are you Omar?” he asked composing himself, he was wearing some black basketball shorts and a thin sweater that clung to his body like a second skin, it showed off how skinny he was. Richard was also my height but I was much broader, I sized him up looking at him from head to toe in a quick second.

19 I answered in which he gasped “nineteen?! Wow you look much older, it must be all those muscles!”

The doctor made me blush, damn! Men don’t blush, I don’t blush…but there I was, looking down at the ground with my balled up fists in my pockets.

“Good morning men!” bellowed the driver from the u-haul, he was a little shorter than the both of us by a couple of inches but he was just as broad as me with a thick chest. His muscles rippled though his tight, white shirt. He wiped his sweaty hands on his faded jeans and walked over to Richard and gave him a small kiss on the lips and offered his hand to me after.

I didn’t notice that my mouth was gaped open until Richard pointed it out to me to my biggest embarrassment.

“Hey Markie, this is Leland’s nephew Omar, Omar this is Mark, my partner”

“I’m Omar sir, my uncle sent me to help you guys move some furniture and it’s nice to meet you.”

“Thanks man, I’m Mark” he said in a deep voice, his short brown hair already had some white and grey in it, but it made him look really handsome.

“Enough, enough can we just get started? It’s just going to get hotter later!” Richard complained, well that explained the bubbly personality I guess, they were gay. We got started right away. I treated their stuff with delicate care not allowing any part of it to touch or scrape anything else and after ten minutes of some heavy lifting we all started sweating buckets.

We were making some good time with me and Mark taking out the really heavy things while Richard told us exactly where to put down the furniture, making sure that the last centimeter was up to his quota.

“Really Richard, one inch out of place isn’t going to kill you” Mark replied after an hour of Richard’s shrill commands, low key, I was having fun watching these two bicker only because you could tell that underneath it all they loved each other to death…that and it was funny.

“Mark shut up and let me concentrate” he said while he massaged his temple “a little to the left and that’s it you guys”.

“I hope you don’t mind if I take of my shirt Omar” Mark said as we walked back to the truck.

“Oh no, not at all sir, besides this is your home”

Mark chuckled as he pulled it off, displaying his hard, smooth body. I licked my lips subconsciously, eyeing his worked out figure. I could feel my cock try to begin to swell up, but I kept it at bay concentrating on the next piece of furniture and counting to ten.

Oh man.

Another hour of this and we were done thankfully, we sat on the leather couch with the television on, Richard had gotten all of us some beer which we drank peacefully. We didn’t get to talk much during the first few hours but after we were done we hit it off.

“So how is your back Omar?” Richard asked sitting next to Mark.

“Its way better thanks to the stuff you gave me, I only have the scars left.”

“What happened?” Mark asked, I looked at the both of them sitting across from me, Richard didn’t know the entire truth behind my banishment from home, but I felt like I could trust them.

So I told them.

I told them how my parents caught me watching gay porn and how my father had beaten me with a whip. Mark cringed a little but didn’t interrupt me, he seemed concerned and Richard held his hand. It wasn’t really a long tale, but it was one that brought tears to Richard’s face, he came over to the lazy boy and gave me a tight, awkward hug.

‘I’m really sorry that that happened to you and at such a young age!”

“How about school Omar?” Mark asked, he was hunched forward with his elbows on his knees.

“Well, my parents were paying for most of my studies and I don’t think I can get a scholarship, so I’m dropping out, at least for this semester”

‘You can’t do that, you have to talk to them maybe they’ll see the light and accept you as for who you are!”

‘I’m sorry Richard but they made up their mind, I’m dead to them…besides I need some time to think, I don’t even know where my preferences lie, I don’t know if I’m straight or gay”

“Or bi” chimed in Mark. This was getting to be too much for me, I just came in to help them move not have a focus group.

“Look you guys, thanks for everything but I have to go and make my uncle some lunch or else he gets really cranky” I got up and took the empty beer bottle to the kitchen.

“Doesn’t he work at a restaurant?” Richard said…damn it Rich!

“Yeah but you know he’s more of a home eater” lies, lies, lies I didn’t even know how to cook properly, not without burning the house down.

I was about to close the door when Mark said my name, his deep voice was the hook “I don’t know if you’re busy, but we’re going to have a house warming party tomorrow, come, we’d love it if you showed up, there is going to be a lot of music, booze, food” he continued.

It sounded kinda cool “Plus you have to see your hard work pay off Omar, the house is going to look great” joined Richard.

“I’ll talk to my uncle about it, sure”

Their faces broke into smiles, huge grins from ear to ear.

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[BiJayBe]

another great story by you. You really are a great writter and I love reading your work

Really hope you continue this story

 

[GreenerPastures]

That really does mean a lot to me BiJayBe, thanks for the support and the love!
I will man, just for you lol

 

[GreenerPastures]

“So you won’t go out if I don’t want you too?” Uncle said, he was sitting on the couch watching a soap, he had a glass of orange juice in his hand and a rolled up news paper in the other. “If I knew it was going to be this easy to have kids, I would have had some of my own!” he laughed deeply and heartily.

“Where?” he asked

“It’s actually next door…they wanted me to go to their house warming party” I scratched my head, honestly, I didn’t even know if it was a good idea…so asking my uncle would be the easier way, he could decide for me.

“Hmm, okay you can go, besides you were gonna have the house all to yourself tomorrow I’m visiting a friend in San Diego” he said taking a sip of his juice.

“I can go with you if you’d like, I can drive you there” I said a little too eager, my uncle laughed again but declined on my offer. He was leaving tonight, he was also gonna leave a fifty and a list of numbers that I could call if anything went wrong.

“You don’t have to show up to work tomorrow either, take the day off Omar, seriously, you seem so out of it, you need to relax” What the hell man…this was coming from the oldest guy in my family. All right I said and decided to take his advice.

I wore the only plaid button down that I had and a pair of faded jeans, it was the day of the party. It was three in the afternoon and you could already hear the loud techno music rip through the thin walls. I hadn’t really done anything fun since I was kicked out of my house but I guess today seemed like it was off to a good start.

I put some gel in my hair, cologne and walked out of the house. Richard was out by his porch greeting the guests in and he practically gagged when he saw me “Jesus Omar, you look great!” he exclaimed “do you mind if I give you some advice?”

“No, not at all” Richard smiled and unbuttoned the top two buttons of my shirt, exposing the top of my hairy chest and the neck to my muscle shirt.

“Uh…that’s your advice?” I asked, confused

“Yes dummy, you look great none the less, help yourself to some food, I’ll be in there in a minute” he said as the next guest arrived, I went inside and got myself a bottle of beer. One of the first things that I noticed was that there were no girls here, it was getting packed quick and the liquor flowed like water.

I kept to myself on the couch watching the images on the television since I couldn’t hear any of what was said. I felt somebody sit next to me they tapped me on the shoulder and offered me their hand, it was Mark and he looked great today, he had a black button down shirt and some jeans, his hair was combed and he smelled like a delicious. I felt my dick shift inside my boxers, I wasn’t horny but I might as well had been, I was bigger than average in that department.

“Having fun?” he practically screamed in my ear, he had to of course.

I nodded raising my beer; he laughed and placed his hand on my thigh as he got up and walked away upstairs, I swear I had such a boner for Mark, I liked his cool and manly demeanor. At that moment Richard came and dragged me to my feet, he beckoned me to follow him to the basement and as soon as he opened the door more music flooded out, it was almost pitch black inside with some lights twinkling here and there.

He grabbed me by the hand and led me downstairs, apparently they had managed to clean it up and make it a dance floor complete with a bar and dj, there was a mass of people down here, jumping and dancing to the rhythm.

“Do you know how to dance Omar?” I shook my head, I had never danced in my life, he gawked “okay just follow my lead!” he led me right in the middle of the dance floor “come on!” he urged but I didn’t even know where to start. Men were moving all around me, pushing and swaying against us, and everybody else for that matter, I could smell the faint whiff or cologne and sweat.

I thought I heard Richard sigh in exasperation as he grabbed my hands and placed them on his hips, they were small and boney but it helped. He got me at least moving from side to side, trying to keep up with him. I began to feel his soft skin on my hands instead of a shirt and jeans, somehow finding their way there. I began to pull him closer to me and soon enough he was grinding on me letting our sweat mingle with each other.

All of a sudden everybody cheered, trays and trays of shoots started getting passed around while a song about shots played. Richard managed to get a tray of our own as we pushed our way to the edge of the basement. I grinned; it looked like it was going to be a fun night after all.

*****

“Omar no!” I don’t remember much of what happened, but I punched a guy, at least that’s what I was told, he bumped into Richard a little too hard and that’s what set me off, they put the other guy on a chair and Richard dragged me out of the basement. I was pretty drunk by then but I didn’t care, I felt exhilarated!

Eventually he got me to go upstairs where they had the bedrooms and he locked us both inside.

“What’s wrong with you Omar, why did you punch him?!”

“Jeez Rich calm down man just enjoy the moment” I said, my speech drawled a little and I couldn’t stand still, my shirt was drenched with alcohol and I couldn’t get my fingers to close around those damned little buttons.

“Here Omar, let me help” Richard said in a low voice, he unbuttoned the shirt real slow, twisting the button in his fingers. I was propped up against the wall with my back to it letting Richard do his work, but apparently he was a little tipsy as well.

He hung my shirt on the bed post and stood in front of me again “Are you hurt?” he asked tenderly, I shook my head.

“You have a really hairy chest, but none on your back or shoulders…Mark is smooth all over, he can’t grow a proper beard either” he said touching the prickly facial hair that I had just shaved this morning “May I?” he asked.

I nodded slowly and closed my eyes as I felt his hand slowly pull of my muscle shirt, his hands roamed my chest. He touched my hard and hairy pecs, playing with my curling chest hair, he moved on to my stomach as he traced each of the small muscular squares.

I heard Richard suck in his breath, his right hand had found its way down to my crotch where my cock twitched and moved as it became bigger. “Is this really…oh my god…it’s still getting bigger” he whispered.

He had begun to undo my belt when there was a knock at the door “Hello? Rich are you in there?” crap it was Mark!

 

[Craiger]

Wow! Another scorcher, GreenPastures. Omar sounds like a live wire, of course in a sexy way. Seems both Richard and Mark are intrigued with their young friend. What difficulties are at hand now that Richard has Omar almost undressed and Mark is knocking at the door? It could end up in a Ménage à trois which could prove very exciting. On with the next chapter.

Craiger

 

[Autolycus]

A great story, well told! Thanks for sharing it with us.

 

[GreenerPastures]

Richard grinned and opened the door.

“You okay bud?” Mark asked peering inside

“Yessir, I just need a few minutes…it’s-it’s not what it looks like, Richard was just helping me change because I spilled shots all over the place and-“ Mark cut me off and closed the door, his stare was boring into me, making me feel even more naked than I already was. Mark locked the door and nodded at his partner.

Richard hurried to my aid and helped me steady my drunk self, guiding me to the bed.

“Mark really there was nothing going on” I tried explaining further but I was drunk and the words did not come as easily.

“Relax kid, I know, relax” he placed a calloused hand on my back and began kneading it, applying pressure to my shoulder blades. I closed my eyes and leaned forward, placing my elbows on my knees and exposing my back to them. I felt two sets of hands all over my back, rubbing and massaging the knots away.

It was easier to obey; it was easier to let my troubles melt away with the liquor that flowed through my veins.

I let them push me back onto the bed, Richard kneeled before me and took of my shoes and socks, putting both up to his nostrils and inhaling them…wow! I couldn’t understand how a man or another person for that matter could be into another like that, to inhale their most private scents and still enjoy it, and yearn for more! Still...it turned me on, I felt my cock engorge itself, the attention I was getting from both of them was to say the least, intense.

“Omar…may I kiss you?” It was Mark, he was by my left side leaning on a propped up elbow, he clearly was enjoying what was happening and I was too. Sure Richard was a pleasant sight, he was tall (six feet, I was a tad bit taller though)and skinny with blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes, but I really liked Mark much more physically at least…he was solidly built, five ten, salt and pepper hair and a pair of green eyes that made him even more irresistible.

I nodded unable to find the words, Mark put his hand on my hairy chest and quickly planted a kiss on my lips that turned into a full on make out session. Mark was rough, he bit my lips and invaded my mouth with his tongue, pinning my own down, I moaned and he took it as a sign to take it further.

Mark pulled my hair as he tried to get a better position to keep on going, I put my hands up awkwardly to try to push him off but Richard came to my rescue though he pushed Mark off me leaving me gasping for air “Maybe you should slow down a bit Marcus” Richard said darkly “it’s the boy’s first time, let him tell you what’s okay”.

Mark’s eyes were filled with nothing but lust, he clenched his jaw, biting his tongue I’m sure, and nodded. “Come here” Richard said and reached for Mark, they were both kneeling over me looking deeply into each other’s eyes.

“Omar, come on up will you?” Richard asked.

I did, Richard was behind me as we both faced Mark, I felt Richard’s tight tee on my naked back as he hugged me from behind, resting his hands on the inner regions of my waist.

“Unbutton his shirt Omar, slowly” Richard breathed in my ear, I did as I was told again, I reached up and undid the first one, and then another and another, his black shirt was open revealing a massive chest and the small pouch that was his stomach, it was still hard though.

“Now, choose a nipple and twist it…go as hard as you want” he said with a devilish grin, right I choose and went in for the kill, he moaned and threw his head back in pain.

I was excited, I was finally doing what I had always wanted to do, more or less of course, I didn’t know if it was this exactly but I knew that my path lead somewhere else that didn’t include the arms of a woman. I loved them yes, I enjoyed their company in and out of bed, but something about the rough edges of a man…I don’t know but I yearned to feel something like that, I wanted to know what women felt, what drove them crazy?

Mark stripped completely and without much ritual, he stood stark naked in front of us “Richard, our things are in the other room would you mind bringing them?” Richard’s face fell just a little as he grumbled and closed the door behind him.

I tried getting up but I was tipsy and had to sit back down, Mark came behind me and began to give me another massage “You know Richard has had a huge crush on you since we saw you, you’re everything he talks about” I tensed up at the direction that the conversation was heading I tried to change the subject but Mark continued “it’s gotten me a little jealous I have to admit, I mean look at you, you are everything that I am not…” he applied even more pressure to my shoulders making them ache.

“Do you top or bottom?” he whispered in my ear, I didn’t know. “Well do you look at my partner’s ass and want to plow it, or do you look at me and imagine me inside of you?”

The thought of having something inside of me seemed appalling at this point, yeah I wanted to know what it felt like but not yet, I wasn’t ready to go that far, no way…but I did notice Richard’s butt a lot, like when he was moving the boxes, or whenever he leaned forward, or today on the dance floor when he put my hands on his waist.

“I think I…top, I mean that’s all I’ve ever done in my life, maybe sometime in the future I’ll do the other thing, bottom?”

“I see” he said roughly “I was hoping that you were going for the later, you have a beautiful ass…” I could hear the slow, drunken slur in his words “Richard likes it rough Omar” he winked and fell over backwards and off the bed.

“What happened?” Richard asked when he came back in, I can just imagine what he saw, his partner on the floor and me laughing hysterically.

“I’m okay Richie, just finish the job”

“What does that mean?” I asked when we settled down.

Richard smiled “It means it’s just the two of us now” and he kissed me, it was slow, deliberate and nice “I bet you like mine’s better” he whispered. I thought back to the way that Mark made out with me…I could still taste the blood.

“I do” I let my instincts take over then. I wrapped my arms around Richard and planted him on my lap without breaking our kiss. I pulled of Richard’s shirt and went to work on his smooth chest, he couldn’t stop moaning. He braced himself by grabbing on to my hair and grinding on my cock.

“Omar…oh Jesus…” he moaned.

All right, I had him I just didn’t know, how or where to start, but first time for everything.

I tossed Richard onto the bed easily and climbed on after him, I took his pants off and to everyone’s surprise (yeah right) he went commando. His dick slapped him on the stomach the moment I opened up the zipper, it was maybe five or six inches. He was spread eagled on the bed, heaving and panting even before anything happened, but it gave me an idea.

I was instinctively a door opener for women, I always waited on them, or made sure they were okay…this instance might not be so different, I knew where to start now.

“Omar, what are you doing?” he whispered but I ignored him and instead answered him by kissing his chest again, slowly this time. I took my time enjoying his skinny figure, he was hairless and smooth just like Mark was but it looked darn sexy on him. I concentrated my efforts on his waist and inner thighs, Richard went ballistic, he kept biting the pillows and moaning in ecstasy.

His dick fit easily in my hand, it wasn’t too long and my fingers touched each other around it, good I thought, I wouldn’t have to struggle much. So in my mouth it went, I licked it just like my girlfriends would do mine, they would start on the cock head and lick their way to the base and lavish my balls. I tasted his sweat and body wash and I wondered why in the hell would anyone want to put it in their mouth.

“Omar oh my god, stop I’m cuming!”

 

[GreenerPastures]

Sorry, i just turned 21 and had to finish up some other projects, enjoy!
Questions, comments or concerns please don't hesitate to speak up
Thank you for reading, you guys are the best!

 

[Craiger]

First off, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!, GreenPastures. I hope those "other projects" involved a party and maybe some extra fun.....lol Well, Omar is certainly getting a work over with these two lustful men. But also seems to be in control with Richard. Sounds as though Mark's time will come in the future. Look forward to the next installment.

Craiger

 

[Autolycus]

May I echo the birthday wishes! The story is continuing at a great pace p nice one!

 

[GreenerPastures]

“Are you okay?” the guy next to me asked, it was Monday morning and I was still feeling the events of that dreadful party. It was my first official day of work, and it sucked. I had woken up in my room at Uncle Leland’s house. When I had asked them what had happened Mark and Richard said nothing; other than milking Rich, I had passed out right after.

“Yeah…I just had a rough weekend” I said while trying to sweep the green wrapper into the trash bin.

“Hangover I see, the name is Dominic” he said extending his hand towards me, he had an iron grip but so did I.

“Omar, it’s a pleasure man” we were both wearing the dark purple uniform of the pier cleanup crew, he was almost as tall as me five eleven I guessed, he was fit and little on the chubby side but you could tell that he worked out by the way his polo shirt clung to his chest and defined arms.

“Omar?” he asked “Omar Tankian?”

“Yeah, why?”

“I’m Dominic Parker dude, I’m your cousin! I knew you looked familiar…”he said almost to himself, I didn’t remember him but Parker was my uncle’s last name and I did have more family on my mother’s side.

“I’m sorry I don’t recall…”

“It’s okay dude, so janitor, I thought you were in college?” he asked scratching his head. Break, I told him, I needed a break from school and so that’s why I was here at Uncle Leland’s. He laughed and asked if he had made me clean out his garage yet.

“He had me paint it pink a couple of days ago”

Dominic laughed hysterically and said that that was you got whenever you stayed with the old man for more than a couple of days.

“Honestly I think he lets all those chores pile up on purpose so he can give us something to do when we come by, he doesn’t believe in having a good time”

“Hey! Back to work you two!” bellowed the shift manager; Dominic and I promised to meet after work “Come to my house, we can have some beers” I gagged “or just catch up” he said quickly.

“Sure man, I’ll see you there” The day went by pretty quick and apart from the blazing heat and constant amount of trash it was pretty good.

My uncle was in the kitchen when I got home, whatever he was brewing smelled delicious.

“Hi uncle, how was work?” I asked as I gave him a kiss on the cheek and a pat on the back.

“These damn hoodlums spray painted the walls again, but I got them on camera this time, and they won’t get away with it, oh no sir no this time!” he said as his frame shook with his hearty laugh, I took my shirt off and grabbed a glass of milk that was cold and waiting for me on the table.

“I see you got your father’s appetite…and chest hair” he mumbled, I laughed and grabbed a place at the table “What’s for dinner my good man?”

“Steak and potatoes…dipping sauce and beer, you’ve had beer before right?” oh crap, he knew.

“Beer? I’ve never heard of such a substance uncle.”

“Shut up son, grab a plate and start honoring my cooking!”

“Thanks uncle…hey do you know of Dominic Parker?” I asked with a mouthful of meat, he smacked the back of my head and laughed a little.

“Yeah, Dona and Michael’s kid, why do you ask?”

“I met him on the pier, he’s working there too…he invited me over to his house today”

He eyes me suspiciously “Are you going to go?”

“I wanted to ask you for permission first you know?”

“No I don’t, I’m not your father so you don’t have to ask me for anything like that, you may come and go as you please” he said curtly, his chair squeaked and groaned as he adjusted his weight on it.

“Uncle Leland, you know I love you and I see you like a…father figure, so I ask because I trust you and I really don’t want to seem rude, I am living here rent free…”

“Good point, at least your father put some good manners into you”

I waited for a minute, two, then three and still he didn’t say anything “so can I go or not…sir’?”

“Yeah go ahead, might as well…it’s six, so you better leave as soon as you can son” nice! I ate like a caveman and took a quick shower, I hadn’t gotten paid yet so I didn’t have much of a selection of clothing, I donned my only pair of jeans and a black t shirt “I’ll see you later Uncle Leland!” I hollered down the hall, I heard him yell back, complaining about my yelling and so that was my cue to leave!

I avoided Richard and Mark’s house by jumping the fence in the back and walking through the alley, I had no desire to see them or to explain why I wasn’t returning their e-mails, it was fun but not something I wanted to do again.

I was more confused now than I was then, from what I recalled it really wasn’t something that I wanted to try again. Yet I still craved…ah hell I didn’t even know anymore.

He lived in a two story house that faced the beach, it was practically all windows and it was beautiful, I felt a pang of jealousy as I saw it…well maybe someday I could afford something like this.

I rang the doorbell and heard the footsteps on the other side, Dominic opened the door; he had a huge grin on his face.

“What’s up dude?” he asked, letting me inside. His house was even better inside, expensive furniture and a god damned chandelier adorned the spacious living room. Dominic handed me a can of beer and beckoned me to follow him upstairs.

“My friends went on a camping trip today, they’re coming back next week, I think…so I have the house all to myself!” he chuckled.

“Your friends live with you and your parents?”

“No, I live with my friends, my parents live in Utah.” He answered “It’s six of us including myself and I’ve never felt so good”

His parents had been extremely fussy and strict with him and his older brothers, so finally he had had enough and decided to move in with some friends “and since then I’ve been making my own money, I’m taking mechanics at a trade school and I’m happy…I really am”

“That’s good at least things worked out for you…”

“What do you mean?” he asked turning away from the window and facing me, ah crap…what do I say?

“Well you know, a lot of people don’t really get what they want or end up in a situation like yours”

He nodded, taking a sip of his beer “It’s not at all that great, it’s like flying from a small cage onto a bigger one and locking yourself inside…you can never be truly free”

Dominic seemed so vulnerable and hurt, his sadness reminded me of my own, I was trapped when I was with my parents but it was still home, I longed to be what I wanted, to make my own decisions and when I finally was set free…I felt more trapped than before.

“I know what you mean” I said.

“Do you know how to play video games?” of course.

It turned out that Dominic was extremely good at video games and beat the shit out of me, I considered myself good but now…jeez I was done for.

“Are you missing any fingers Omar?”

“Whatever Dom, this is my first time playing this shit, you have experience” I said through clenched teeth.

“If you can’t beat the game, if you can’t solve the puzzle then you’re nothing but a loser”

“I’ve heard that one before”

“Yeah, I bet you have!” I punched his iron like arm and he threw a pillow at me. It went on like this for quite a while until we were both sweating and bruised.

“Fucker!” we both yelled at each other and laughed some more, I followed him downstairs as he placed invisible mines on the wall and floor; I shot them with my rifle.

“You don’t even hold it like that” he mocked, so I threw a grenade at him. Hell I think we even had swords at one point; we were all over the house!

“I’m sorry mate, but I win!” Dom pushed me into the backyard pool but I grabbed his arm and dragged him down with me, killing us both. The water was warm and felt real good, as opposed to the tub of acid we had imagined it to be.

“I’m really glad I met you Omar, seriously, I’ve never had so much fun” Dominic’s brown hair clung to his forehead, his big grey eyes were the ones that would have knocked me off my feet if I hadn’t been in the pool, how did I not notice them before?

“Same here Dom…” we couldn’t touch the bottom of the pool so we were treading the water, occasionally touching limbs “we should probably go dry off, I have to go soon”

“No dude, stay…please” Dominic put a hand on my chest and let it rest there. I felt my blood rush to my groin and I knew I was in trouble…oh no.

 

[Craiger]

Aha! Omar meets his cousin Dom and those fires of lust are beginning again. This sounds much better than Richard and Mark. Besides, they are closer to the same age. Can't wait to see how this relationship turns out. Thanks, GreenerPastures. Which reminds me, what did you do for your Birthday?

Craiger

 

[GreenerPastures]

Thanks Craiger, oh I really didn't do anything, had my "first" swig of liqour with some buddies and then went home...i've had better mondays than my b-day, lol thanks for asking though