Date: Thu, 22 Aug 2013 19:10:21 -0500 From: Jim 002 Subject: Queer House-1 Queer House By jim002@outlook.com Copyright 2013 by jim002@outlook.com Please donate to nifty: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This story is fiction. None of the characters are based on real people. One A man and a woman walked up to me in the ER. "Mr. Jackson?" the man asked. I stood. "Yes." "I am so very sorry, but I'm afraid we weren't able to save her." I heard a rushing sound. I collapsed onto a chair. The woman sat next to me. I broke down in tears. The woman took my hand and held it. I knew she would eventually do it, my mother. She had attempted suicide twice before. Ever since my Dad died, Mom had lost interest in living. "Does your father need to be notified?" "He's dead. That's why she did it." "I'm so sorry." "Do you have other relatives?" "Just an uncle. He doesn't live here." Another man walked up to me. "Bill Jackson?" "Yes." "My name is Richard Wilson. Will you please come with me? Ellen, can you come with us?" "Sure." The woman who had held my hand got up and we followed the man into a room. "First, Mr. Jackson, I want you to know how sorry we all are. When things like this happen, a lot of us wish we were auto mechanics, instead," the woman said. I sighed. "How old are you?" "Sixteen." "Do you have relatives you can live with?" "I have an uncle in Oklahoma." "Do you have his phone number?" I got out my wallet and looked. Finally, I found it. A small piece of paper with a phone number. I hadn't seen my uncle in nine years. I didn't remember very much about him. The man picked up the phone and dialed. I didn't know if the phone number was my uncle's home, his cell, or his work number. It was Saturday, so if it was his work number, I figured no one would answer. My mind drifted elsewhere, but I heard him say he was with CPS. I looked at the woman and saw she had tears in her eyes. I felt sorry for her. I understood what she meant by wishing she worked with cars, not people. I forced a smile on my face. "Yes. This morning," I heard the man say on the phone. "When. No. That isn't possible. A foster home?" I put my face in my hands. Was I going into a foster home? Well, I was sixteen. If I didn't like it, I could run away. Get a job and work on a GED at night. Or I could follow my mother. I didn't really want to live, particularly. "Today," the man said. "No. Not by himself." From the man's words, I assumed my uncle didn't want me. He and my mom were not close. "Yes. St. Matthew's on Pearl Street." The man hung up. "Your cousin Frank is coming to get you. He should be here in about three hours," the man said. I tried to remember Frank. He and my uncle had come for Christmas. I remembered he had brown hair and he didn't want to play with me. I remembered him saying to my mother, "But he's just a little kid." Frank avoided me and spent a lot of time outside. I didn't think that much about it. Older kids who weren't my cousin didn't want to play with me, either. I was used to playing alone. Frank was five or six years older than me. Which made him an adult-twenty-one or twenty-two years old. That was a strange thought. My mental image of him was a kid. "Are you hungry?" the man asked. I realized I was. I nodded. "Let's go to the cafeteria." I reached in my pocket to see how much money I had. Not a lot. A dollar and seventeen cents. "Don't worry. CPS will pay for it." I was very relieved. Ellen left us in the cafeteria. I thanked her and she smiled at me and wished me good luck. "Go ahead and get anything you want. You may not eat again until tonight." I nodded. It would be a three hour drive back to Oklahoma. I got a hamburger and French fries. The man insisted I get vegetables. I reminded him that potatoes were vegetables, and so was ketchup-it was made from tomatoes. AND there was a pickle on the hamburger. For some reason, he didn't think three vegetables were enough, so I got green beans, too. After I ate, I sat in the man's office and read magazines from the ER waiting room. While Mr. Wilson was out using the restroom, the door opened and a very good looking man looked in. He looked at me, then left. I assumed he was looking for Mr. Wilson. A minute later, Mr. Wilson and the same man walked back into the room. "You sure have grown," the man said to me. "Frank?" He nodded. "I didn't recognize you, either." Frank talked to Mr. Wilson for a long time. He signed forms and a long, long time later, we both walked out of the hospital. We got into a Honda Civic. "Let's get what you need for the next few days from your apartment," Frank said. I nodded. I gave him the directions and we headed there. "How is Uncle Al?" "He's fine." "Will I live with him or with you?" "I still live at home with my Dad." "I sure didn't recognize you," I said. "You either. I was looking for a little kid. It's silly, but that was what I expected." He looked at me. "I am really sorry about your mother." I nodded. I wanted to ask whether they wanted me to live with them. I really needed to know. But I was afraid of the answer. If he said 'no', what would I do? If he said 'yes', how would I know he meant it? He was really very good looking. Frank had a moustache and he hadn't shaved. He had heavy beard stubble. His arms were hairy and I found myself getting an erection. I'm gay and I thought Frank was very sexy. I expected I would be jacking off thinking about him from then on. "You aren't married?" I asked him. "No." "Women must be after you all the time," I said. He laughed. "They know better." "What do you mean?" "I'm gay, Billy." "Really?" "Yes. Do you have a problem with that?" "No. I'm gay, too. You are the first person I've told." He got a big grin. "I'm glad I didn't tell my mother." "Why?" "If I had, I might have wondered whether it had anything to do with-" Frank patted my leg. I looked at his hairy arm and hand. There was black hair on it. I decided I liked hairy men. "Do you have a lover?" "I live with my dad." "Oh. Yeah." Frank glanced at my crotch and grinned. I looked down and saw my erection. I'm sure I blushed, because he burst out laughing. "I'm sorry!" "Don't apologize, Billy." "Does Uncle Al know you are gay?" "Yes." "He doesn't mind?" Frank chuckled, but didn't answer. It sounded like a 'no'. We arrived at our apartment. I gathered the things I needed. There wasn't that much. "Do you need anything out of the bathroom?" "Oh, yeah," I said. "Is there anything else?" Frank asked, holding a picture of my mother that was on my dresser. "No. Nothing." I was very angry at her and I didn't want to look at her. She ruined my life and then didn't even bother to stick around to watch. Frank put the picture down. Then he picked it up. "Dad might want it." I nodded. We walked out to his car. "Do you have everything you will need for a week? Dad thought we would come back next weekend." "I think so. I've got my computer, underwear, and a toothbrush. What else could I need?" "A dildo?" Frank suggested. I bet I turned solid red. I didn't own one, but I wanted one. Frank just laughed. It was very humiliating, but I decided it was funny. He didn't mean it viciously. "I shouldn't joke, considering what you are going through. I'm sorry, Billy." "Don't be. It helps." He smiled at me and nodded. God, he was handsome! We were first cousins. I wondered if something could develop between us. But I decided he still thought of me as a kid. He still called me Billy which no one had called me for years. We got on the interstate and headed for Oklahoma. I started crying. Frank reached out and took my hand. He held it. It helped. I wiped my eyes with my other hand. "Let's talk about sex," Frank said. I gasped out a cough. "Uh." He chuckled. "I'm guessing since you told me I was the first person you told you were gay, that you are a virgin." I nodded. "Was there anyone at school?" I shook my head. "If you want, we can jack off together." I was shocked, but I wasn't about to let an opportunity like that slip by. "I would love that." He grinned at me. "Then we will." About an hour later, Frank pulled over into a rest area. "I have to take a leak." "Me, too." We got out of the car. It was late June and it was really hot. We walked inside the men's room. There was a man at the urinals, in the middle. Frank and I were next to each other. I didn't know what to do. I was stiff and if I pulled my dick out, Frank would see. The other man left, so it was just Frank and me. Frank pulled his dick out. It was perfect. He was uncircumcised and it looked like he was half-hard. I pulled mine out. "I can't pee if you look at it," he said to me. "Oh, sorry." "I'm pee-shy." So was I. I started thinking of Mom and that made my erection go away, but I almost started crying. I stared at the wall in front of me, and wondered what the high school in Oklahoma City would be like. I was relieved when I started peeing. I heard Frank pissing, but I didn't look, and I tried not to think of him. Finally, I finished. Frank seemed to be through, too. We washed and dried our hands and walked outside. We got in the car. "Billy, I don't really know what we should be talking about. I don't know whether you want to talk about your mother, or talk about anything but your mother. You are going to have to tell me." "I don't want to talk about her or think about her right now. I'm so mad! I wish she was here so I could curse at her, but she isn't." He sighed and nodded. "If you do want to talk, let me know." "I will." "You can sleep if you want." "I don't think I can sleep." Frank nodded. "Are you dating anyone?" I asked him. "No." "Are you going to college?" "I did for three years. I dropped out. Dad was not happy, but I wasn't happy in college." "Do you have a job?" "Yeah. I work for Dad. He owns an auto repair shop. I work in the office." "Mom never mentioned him or you. I never knew why. Was it her, or your father?" "Both, I think. You know my father never married, right?" "No. I knew nothing about you or him." "Well, he didn't. He paid a friend to give birth to me. She was a surrogate mother. We speak all the time, but she never lived with us. Dad raised me. I know your mother didn't approve." "That's funny." "Why?" "She approved of suicide, but she didn't approve of raising a child alone. Abandoning one is just fine." Frank looked at me. I could tell he was trying to think of something to say. "Wherever she is, I'm sure she knows how she hurt you." "Yes, but does she care anymore than she did yesterday?" I sighed. I felt sorry for Frank. He felt as helpless as I did. "So has your dad ever dated anyone?" Frank didn't say anything. I wasn't sure what that meant. "Dad is gay, too." I stared at Frank and then laughed. "It's contagious!" Frank chuckled and then laughed. "So I can stop worrying about whether he will hate me because I'm gay." "Yeah. Definitely." "So all three of us are gay. Wow! That's amazing!" "I guess it is." "Does he have a boyfriend or a lover?" Frank looked uncomfortable. "I would rather Dad answered some of these questions. I don't know whether he wants to keep secrets. Probably not, but-" "I understand." "So what are the gay bars like in Oklahoma City? Are there any?" "Yeah. I've never been to one, and you are too young. When you are older, we can go together, if you want." "That will be great. Only five more years." He chuckled. Then I asked the question that had been on my mind since I pulled Uncle Al's phone number out of my wallet. It wasn't on my cellphone since I never expected to call him. "Is your dad unhappy that I will be living with you?" "I think he was, because he was afraid you would be anti-gay. He didn't want to pretend to be straight." "I can understand that. But now?" "I think it will be fine. I'll tell you what. If you are unhappy, we can move and get an apartment. Just the two of us." "Really?" "Yeah." I couldn't believe Frank offered to do that. He hadn't seen me since I was six or seven. "You don't know anything about me." "I know you are my cousin and you are cute." "You think I'm cute?" "Yes. Very." I looked out the window and smiled. "You used to feel differently about me." Frank laughed. He pounded the steering wheel. "Yes. I definitely feel differently about you than the last time I saw you. It wasn't you, you know." "I know. I was a little kid and you were almost a teenager." "Yeah. Did I hurt you?" "No. I wasn't surprised. You didn't know me." "Do you miss your dad?" "Yeah. He was the normal one. Ever since he died, Mom had been a wreck. This was her third suicide attempt." "Oh, Billy! How horrible." "Yeah. At least she can't hurt me anymore than she has. "How old were you when you realized you were gay?" I asked, changing the subject. Frank thought for a minute. "To be honest, I don't really remember. A long time, though." "I knew I liked looking at naked men when I was little-maybe seven or eight years old. I was never interested in naked women." "Me, either." We pulled off the freeway and stopped at a Sonic. Frank was hungry. "What do you want?" he asked me. "I don't have any money. Well, a dollar." He grinned at me. "It's my treat." I got a root beer float and Frank got a chilidog. He ate while I sipped my drink. I realized I was happy. I liked Frank a great deal, if I wasn't already in love with him. I could tell he liked me, and not just as a relative. After all, I was his cute cousin. I felt a little guilty about being happy, but Mom got to do what she wanted to do. I felt entitled to a little happiness. I wondered if I was an orphan. I wasn't sure, if I was going to live with an uncle. Little Orphan Billy. "Do you have your driver's license?" "No. Not yet. "Do you live in a house?" "Yeah. It's small. It only has two bedrooms." "Oh. Can I sleep on the sofa?" "If you don't mind sharing, you can sleep in my room." "Are you sure you don't mind?" "Billy, I don't mind. I like you. A lot. Since I won't have to hide to jack off, it will be great to share the room." "No. I can't wait to watch you jack off." I closed my eyes. I didn't mean to be so blunt. It was true, I just really wished I hadn't said it. I heard Frank chuckle. "I think I know what you mean, Billy. Good grief, you sure can blush!" "I didn't mean to say it that way." I felt something wet on my arm. I opened my eyes and Frank had wiped chili onto my arm. I laughed. It was so strange! "I thought you needed to chill-eee." I laughed and licked it off. "Yum." "Well, I know what you want to watch when we get home." I groaned and he laughed. He finished eating and we got back on the highway. I looked out the window and wondered if Frank was saying things he didn't mean because of what happened. If you enjoy the story and would like to read more, please let me know.