Date: Thu, 11 Feb 2016 20:43:01 -0500 From: Daniel H Subject: Up the Block, Chapter 2 Is he okay? Miguel! Don't ask me, man. Miguel, c'mon bro, wake up! Chill, how is smacking him gonna help? I was welcomed by the worried faces of Juan, one of my best friends in the world, and someone else, a boy with dark piercing eyes gazing down at me, when I finally came to. "Hey, he's awake!" exclaimed Juan standing up, "see slapping him helped after all!" "Yeah, sure," the other boy said looking at him then back at me, "you aight?" It took me a second to realize he was talking to me. "Yeah," I replied, "where am I?" I tried sitting up, and immediately felt lightheaded. I slowly noticed I was surrounded by at least twenty other worried familiar faces, all staring directly at me. "You're at school bro," said Juan kneeling back down and helping me sit up, "you just passed out." It all came back to me then. How I walked into my History class a minute late, right into Mrs. Baxter introducing a new student to the class. Jamal. The other boy standing over me when I woke up. He had taken a few steps back as I sat up, but was still staring right at me when I looked over and met his gaze. A mixture of emotion, both guarded, and concerned, was hidden beneath his striking eyes. "Mrs. B went to get the the nurse," Juan continued, noticing the tension, "so just relax until she gets back." "Oh okay," I replied, "cool." The rest of the class was staring at me, and whispering among themselves, some even laughing. I would have probably felt more embarrassed, had I not still been lightheaded and woozy. I tried to get up, but quickly sat back down on the floor, my head searing with pain by the motion. "C'mon" said Juan said offering his hand, "I got you buddy." I grabbed his hand and he slowly helped me stand up. He put my arm around his neck, and helped me walk over to my seat besides his. Jamal stood uncomfortably by the chalkboard in the front of the class for a few seconds more before following our lead and taking an empty seat by the door, just as Mrs. Baxter returned with the nurse. "Miguel, honey are you alright?" she asked walking over to my seat. The school nurse, an older woman who insisted we all call her Nana, followed her, rolling a wheelchair which I assumed was for me. Great, I thought, even more embarrassing. "Still a bit off," I replied honestly, "but not too bad." "Alright well let's get you to my office to lie down for a bit," Nana said softly, "your parents were already contacted. Your mother should be arriving shortly." I reluctantly agreed to go, not seeing the point in resisting, with my mother already on her way and all, and sat in the wheelchair with the help of my friend. "Feel better bro," he said giving me dap. ________________ My mom arrived at the school shortly after I lied down in the nurse's office. On the short ride back home, I told my mom that I had simply skipped lunch that day, and had most likely fainted due to hunger. Nana, the nurse, had agreed with me. This was indeed true, since this semester my Gym class came immediately after my lunch period, and so, I didn't like to eat too much on gym days, to avoid feeling sick or getting stomach cramps while exercising. Some days if I wasn't feeling particularly hungry, like today, I just didn't eat altogether. I guess now I learned my lesson. My mom shook her head, and told me to never skip lunch again. I agreed. "Go to your room and take a nap, mijo," she said as we arrived at home, "I have to go back to work, but there's leftover arroz con pollo in the fridge if you get hungry." She was worried, I could tell. My mom was a hypochondriac by nature, worrying about every little thing, especially when it came to her kids. But ever since my brother had left for college, she had been slightly subdued. He was the jokester, after all, the one who filled the house with energy and laughter. While my father was out working from morning till night, it was my older brother whom she had the next closest relationship with growing up. Perhaps because he was the oldest, or maybe because he was just naturally more open and talkative than me and my younger sister were, regardless, it was clear that his departure had had an effect on her. Now, the only people in the house she could have an actual conversation with were my father, and Chuy, the family dog. If it weren't for this new demeanor of hers, she would have most likely taken the rest of the day off, I thought, and stayed at home with me, even if it was just to make me some tea and soup to help me feel better. "Okay ma," I replied. "See you later. She kissed me on the cheek and waited till I entered the house before driving off. Once inside I had a glass of orange juice, ate some of the leftovers my mom had mentioned, and went back upstairs to my room. I changed my still slightly sweaty clothes for a white tee and some sweat pants, before curling up in my bed for a nap. I wasn't sure of how long exactly I was asleep. But the sound of people talking woke me up. My room was towards the front of the house, which meant my window looked down upon our front yard, where the voices of my little sister and Winston rose to enter my slightly ajar window. I wasn't surprised to see him, most likely having found out about my fainting through one of his friends. He was just checking in, I thought. I quickly looked in the mirror and made sure I was at least remotely presentable before going downstairs to greet him, and my sister. "Hey Miguel!" said my sister Laura, running over to give me a hug. "Are you feeling better? Mom texted me to check on you when I got home. She said you were feeling sick." "Yeah I'm alright kiddo," I said squeezing her tight. "You hungry? I'll make you a grilled cheese while you do your homework." "Okay!" she said running up the stairs to her room. "Crazy how big she's getting," said Winston from the doorway, "I still think she's like 5 sometimes." I smiled. "Yeah, I know what you mean. I can hardly believe she's already 10 myself." "Just like I can't believe you're not 10 anymore," he said smirking. "Whatever man," I said laughing, "come in it's cold outside." I motioned for him to follow me into the kitchen so I could make my sister's grilled cheese. "Guessing you're feeling better then?" he asked. "Yeah, I was fine after I ate something," I replied, "and I also took a nap. So, good as new." He nodded silently. I looked over at him after pulling out the cheese and butter from the fridge and noticed he seemed slightly nervous. Arms crossed, leaning on the dinner table, head hanging at a slight angle, it was an identical image at any given afternoon prior to this Fall, when my brother was still around. Winston and Ricky would always hang out in the kitchen, more so than my brother's actual room. Him always leaning on the table, or sitting on the counters, but never at the table in an actual chair. "It's not your fault, if that's what you're thinking." I told him. He laughed. "You sure?" "Yeah, I should have eaten something during lunch," I shrugged. "That's all." "Man, don't do that shit again," he said crossing the kitchen towards me. "You supposed to be the smart brother remember?" He pulled me in for a hug from behind as I was spreading butter on two slices of bread. "At least now I know I didn't mess you up or anything." he whispered into my ear. His breath tickled my ear as he spoke, making me gasp. I felt his scruffy beard on my neck as he rested his head on my shoulder. He inhaled deeply, pressing his hardening dick against my ass, as he snuck his hands under my shirt. I felt his rough fingers slide up my stomach and over my chest, squeezing my nipples, before sliding back down, this time under my boxers. He grabbed my rapidly growing bulge with one hand, while raising the other to grab my face, turning it to face his as he leaned in for a kiss. "Hey can you put mozzarella in it too?" my sister's voice came from upstairs, making us jump apart. "Yeah of course Laurita!" I called back in response. We both looked at each other and laughed. Once I finished making my sister her sandwich, I took it upstairs to her with a glass of orange juice. She was busy working on what looked like math homework, notebooks, a ruler, calculator, and protractor, sprawled around her haphazardly. For a little girl who kept her room tidy at all times, she sure had a habit of doing her homework in the most chaotic of conditions. Her grades spoke for themselves, however, so it clearly worked for her. I knocked lightly before entering. "Here's your grilled cheese, princesa." "Yay, thank you!" she said slamming a pencil down dramatically, "break time!" I laughed and sat on her bed. "Good day at school?" "Yep," she replied, "Mrs. Cooper said I got the highest score in the whole class on my math test." "Wow! That's my girl!" "Then when I get home Winston was walking up to the door!" She spoke as she chewed. Despite how much she'd grown in the past couple of years, and how well she did at school, she was still just a kid. It made me smile. I wanted to keep her in that bubble of childhood for years to come, despite my being practically still a kid myself. I briefly wondered what she'd think with that still developing brain of hers if she ever found out about me and Winston. "I missed him," she continued, "we don't see him much anymore since Ricky left." "I've missed him too," I said, "maybe he'll start visiting us again more often. Wouldn't that be nice?" She broke into a cheesy grin. "Yeah!" ________________ It being holiday season meant working late for both my mom and dad, which left me to look after my sister in the interim. This was the first year that my brother wasn't around to be the one to look out for us when they were stuck working late. A slight anxiety overtook me at the thought, realizing how much of a sign it was that I was growing up. More responsibilities and whatnot. But I also felt a sense of pride. They trusted me enough to not go out of their way and get a babysitter, after all, which is exactly what I thought would happen once my bro left. It was still only 4:30pm when I left my sister to finish her homework in her room. I quickly cleaned up in the kitchen and invited Winston upstairs to hang out in my room. He smirked, and followed me. I wondered if he was thinking what I was thinking. We can finish what we started with some privacy. Even though both rooms were upstairs, my room was on the opposite side of the house as my sister's, so we had some freedom to be a little nosy without notice. Winston smiled as he looked around my dimly lit room. "It's crazy how you can tell how different you and your bro are just by your rooms," he said. I followed his line of vision, observing my room in comparison to my brother's down the hall. While his room contained posters of rappers, female celebrities in bikinis, and sports teams, and was littered with footballs, basketballs, soccer balls, and an assortment of other athletic apparel, mine was much less stereotypically masculine in its decoration. Instead of sports teams and women, my walls were covered in movie posters, particularly of the sci fi and superhero variety. Instead of sports apparel, my room was strewn with video games, their associated accessories, and comic books. No wonder people always looked at us both so curiously when they saw how close we were, I thought. We were quite literally polar opposites. "Tell me about it," I replied. I fell back onto my bed and told Winston to close the door behind him. He stood looking slightly unsure of where to sit, and I remembered that he had only ever been inside my room a handful of times in the years I'd known him. Whenever he came over he was either in the kitchen, or in my bro's room. I slapped the space next to me motioning for him to join me on my bed. It was a king size after all, there was plenty of space. He smiled wide and shuffled over almost bashfully. He lied on his back next to me and we both stared at the ceiling silently for a few seconds. The thought that I'd hooked up with my brother's best friend struck me again. This time instead of being disorienting, it just made me laugh. Winston turned to face me with a puzzled look on his face. "What you laughing at weirdo?" I laughed harder. "Sorry, this is just gonna take some getting used to." He smirked, grasping what I meant. "Word." "He asked me once you know," I said, "if I liked girls." I turned and looked into his eyes silently before continuing. "What did you say?" he asked, returning my gaze. I shrugged. "I said I don't know." I explained that it was sometime last summer, while we were on vacation in Orlando. We were hanging out by the pool with my sister, people watching. He was commenting on all the hot girls in bikinis walking around, while I just nodded and laughed. I'd never thought much of these conversations before, I was only thirteen at the time after all, mainly because I just didn't have those kinds of thoughts yet. In my mind I was still a kid, and as one of my older girl cousins had once said, you better not even be thinking about girls for at least another two years! However, I knew what puberty was, and I'd already noticed some of my friends becoming hormone crazed dogs almost overnight. So, the topic of hot chicks wasn't totally out of left field for me. I just didn't ever engage in it much. I guess my brother had eventually noticed. "Do you like girls, Miguel?" he'd asked suddenly. Unsure if I'd heard him right, I looked over at him on the poolside chair beside me and said, huh? He laughed, and repeated himself. "I asked if you like girls, man." "Oh..." I said. Unable to come up with an actual response. Of course I liked girls. At least in the sense that I had friends that were girls, not to mention our little sister, which I adored. Why wouldn't I like girls? But being as I was already aware of what hormone raged puberty did to people my age at that point, I caught the implication of the question, and was stumped. It was the first time I'd genuinely wondered if I actually did like girls in that way or not. Seeing the confusion on my face, my brother smiled and nudged my shoulder. "Don't sweat it bro," he said, "you're still mad young, and besides, it doesn't even really matter." I remember being grateful for being laid out poolside under the blazing sun at that moment, since I was probably burning red in embarrassment. "No it's just..." I started, pausing mid sentence, "I don't know." He was smiling at me when I looked over at him. Not an ounce of judgement or ridicule on his face. "That's cool man," he said, "I guess I was just wondering since you never really say much about girls or whatever." He explained to me then how he had basically become a huge hornball the moment he hit puberty at twelve. Being sixteen going on seventeen at the time, he'd already had his fair share of sexual experiences, the first of which when he was thirteen. My having turned thirteen that same summer, yet still with no indication of any discernible sexuality, was probably what had sparked the question in his mind. "You're probably just a late bloomer or whatever," he continued, "but just know that even if you're like gay or whatever, I wouldn't care. You'll always be my bro." We both stared at the ceiling without speaking for a few seconds, before Winston broke the silence. "That sounds just like him," he said smirking, "I'm not even surprised." "Does he know about you, or?" I asked after another short silence. He looked as if he were carefully thinking about how to respond. Suddenly, the thought came to me that I'd never actually seen Winston with a steady girlfriend before. Sure, I'd heard him and my brother talk about "bitches" and the different chicks they'd hooked up with, or who the baddest girls in the school were, plenty of times. But besides these spoken recollections, I'd had no memory of him and an actual girl together. Something which I'd probably not have focused on then, some people are private after all, if not for my brother being the polar opposite. From the moment Rick turned twelve, like he'd told me, he became sexually active. But not only that, he'd also barely been single since then. Always with some girl or another. From Freshman to Senior, White to Black, and everything in between, it sometimes seemed there wasn't a girl in town he hadn't at least flirted with at one time. But despite being just as much a looker as my older brother, I couldn't imagine a girl at his side. The memory was that nonexistent. "Nah," he started hesitating slightly, "but I think he just kinda knew." "Knew what?" I said. He shrugged. "About me. About my uncle. Stuff he did." I understood immediately. My friend Emmy had confessed to me just earlier that year, about how her older cousin used to touch her when she was younger. How she'd thought it was normal, until she got a little older. How she then felt guilty and disgusting when she started to realize how frowned upon such things were. Especially considering, in a moment of absolute honesty, she'd said she sometimes enjoyed it. That it felt good. It made talking about it all that much more convoluted and confusing. I grabbed his hand. "I'd have never known." He brought my hand to his chest. I could hear his heart beating at what felt like a slightly more rapid than normal pace. "I mean I still fucked bitches and shit you know," he said abruptly, "I started right before your bro did actually." He laughed at the memory. "But, it's like, something always stopped me from making it more than that." "Wait, so have you ever been with another guy?" I asked. "Besides, well, your Uncle. If you don't mind me asking." "Almost," he replied in a whisper, "but nah." I grabbed his chin and turned his head to face me. "Well, I'm honored then." I kissed him slowly and passionately. Before I knew it he was on top of me, lifting my shirt up, and sucking my nipples. I was still sensitive from where he'd trailed his mouth and tongue over me earlier that day, so I writhed in double the pleasure this time around. He pulled my sweatpants and boxer-briefs off together in one tug. His eyes devoured my naked body hungrily before attacking my neck with his lips. I managed to pull his jeans, hoodie, and boxers off, while we grinded and savored and tasted each others bodies from the bed to the floor. "Damn baby," he groaned into my ear, "I nutted earlier but I'm already finna bust another for ya." I bit his bottom lip, garnering a loud moan. "In me. I want you to nut in me." He pulled back and looked down into my eyes. "You for real?" I opened my legs wider and hooked them around his waist. "Fuck me" He lost no time at all. Something told me he'd come prepared, and I wasn't disappointed. He had a small bottle of lube in his hoodie's pocket. He squeezed some of the transparent substance onto his dick and lathered it up with his hand. "Ima need to lube you up too Migos." "Okay," I said moaning as he immediately stuck a finger slick with lube into my ass, "oh shit!" I told him to slow down. One finger feeling like it was gonna split me in half already. But I quickly got used to the sensation, and began to moan as he moved it around. Once Winston noticed I wasn't in pain anymore, he slowly added another finger, and then another. After fingering me with three whole lubed up fingers, he asked if I was ready. "Yes! Fuck me!" I trembled slightly when I felt the head of his 8" cut dick slide into me. He paused to let me get used to it, before continuing. He inched deeper then stopped, deeper then stopped, all the while kissing me to help me relax. "AH FUCK! I'm all the way in baby. DAMN you tight." He fucked me slowly at first, missionary, with my legs resting on his shoulders, as he looked down into my eyes. Then once he saw me starting to jerk my own dick off, clearly enjoying the sensation of being fucked, he started to pick up the pace. He flipped me over to fuck me doggy, and the sound of his long lean body slamming into my shorter slim frame, grew more and more rapid. I jerked my dick while being fucked doggy and eventually felt the familiar sensation of being about to cum. Oh shit I'm cumming, I said. He started fucking me harder and faster. AGH! FUCK! I'm cumming!! "SHoot that shit baby boy! DAMn I'm about to nut with you!!" I shot out right on my bed sheets what felt like the second biggest load ever. Right behind the one I'd shot out earlier in the locker room. "FUCK! DAMN! Don't stop keep fucking me WInston!!" "Yeah? You like this dick, bitch?" he asked slapping my ass, "Oh shit I'm gonna bust..FUCK!" I felt a warm feeling in my ass then and knew he had just unloaded in me. The thought of him busting inside me, like if I were a chick he were knocking up, turned me the hell on. If I hadn't just came all over my bed, I probably would have sprouted another boner. We fell back onto my bed, spent from having had the first full-fledged fuck session together. We would have gone longer, if it weren't for my sister's presence looming just down the hall. But for a quick and surreptitious first time it was absolutely phenomenal. "Damn, so this is officially a thing then huh?" "Yessir baby boy," said Winston pulling me to his chest, "I just sealed the deal." We laid in my bed naked for around an hour just talking and kissing and enjoying the feeling of each others bodies. We got dressed around seven before my mom had the chance to arrive and catch us in a compromising situation. I told Winston he was welcome to stay for dinner, but after some thought, he decided he'd better get home. "I don't think I'm ready to explain this to your moms just yet you feel me? And I'm a bad liar so Ima just bounce." "Yeah I understand," I said. See you in school tomorrow, he said as he kissed me goodbye. I leaned against the doorway for a few minutes once again trying to piece together what had become of my life. This is way too much for one day, I thought. My mom pulled up, followed by my dad, shortly thereafter. My sister came down and we all enjoyed the Chinese takeout my mom had brought on the way back. I'd better take a shower and call it a night early, I thought. This is gonna be one interesting school year.