Beware the eyes that are ever vigilant

Chapter 1

ben

As per usual i find myself in a drunken stupor. The world sways back and forth as i attempt to walk on it. I rest beside a wall my, hand feeling the cool brick. My other hand grasps my bottle. I tilt my head back and drink as much as I am able. The burning nectar slithers its way into my belly. The bottle is empty and I am far too gone to try to find a can to dispose of it properly. It falls from my hand with ease and shatters on the ground.

“Well fuck you too,”

I say to the bottles shattered remains. I stumble away from the wall and run into a garbage can. “Where the fuck were you when i needed you”

The can is one of those concrete cans,stuck to the side walk. It says nothing back to me. If it had I’d have questioned my sanity or my drug dealer, one of the two. I chuckle and stumble on down the sidewalk.tonight's party has left me drunk as a skunk.the party was fun. Tons of babes, blow, and beer. Damn mexicans know how to throw a party. I am only walking for a few minutes when I hear and see the police pull up to me.

“Hey ben get over here,”

The familiar voice calls from the driver's seat of the squad car. I stumble to the window surprised to meet the forrest green eyes of my younger brother. I wasn't aware he had a patrol in this neighborhood. Then again i wasn't aware of most things these days. Booze, coke, and the occasional whore to warm my bed at night. that's been my life for as long as i can remember. It’s made it hard to be aware of anything else.

“Hey lil bro what's happenin?”

He rolls his eyes. Not looking to pleased to see me.

“Dammit Ben! We talked about this!”

I smile as coyly as a person in my state can smile.

“No you talked about this i pretended to listen while i thought about how many bitches and blow i could get with the money i had on me”

His face becomes flustered

“Ben get in the car before someone sees you. I can't be held responsible for your unlawfulness any longer, my boss is breathing down my neck!”

I stumble around to the front passenger door and let myself in. the seat is comfortable on my aching back. Thomas looks at me in anger.

“Why do i even try?”

I smile

“Because you love your big bro”

He rolls his eyes. The car  lurches forward as we head to wherever my brother has decided to take me. I am relieved when we pull up to his home. Sometimes he takes me home sometimes he takes me to his house. I never know. Returning to my house depresses me but his house is always warm and smells good its a nice place if you wanna crash

“You can sleep on the couch”

He says with a sigh.

We manage to get to the house without falling over. My brother insisted on helping me to his couch. My arm over his shoulder we stumbled inside. I flop on the couch and black out.

My dreams are filled with gunshots and pain. So much pain.

I awake with a startle the sun shines in through the windows of the living room. The tv is on saturday cartoons play. My brothers son arthur sits in front of the tv. Eyes glued to the tv.

I stand only to fall back down onto the couch. Damn my head hurts. Only one way to fix that.

“Hey kid how's it going”

Arthur turns to me seemingly un interested with my presence.

“Hey uncle ben”

He says in a monotone voice un interested in me, eager to get back to his cartoons.

“Could you be a good boy and get your uncle a beer?”

Arthur sighs and hops up. He prances to the kitchen. I watch him go. He's got tight shorts on and a white tank top. His arms are nicely toned for an 11 year old. He comes back with my beer. Then he sits right beside me and hands it to me. I take a sip and fix my blurry vision on the tv. I glanc at the boy from time to time. He looks at me as well but otherwise we sit in silence. I hear a thud my lil brother must have woken up. He wakes up with nightmares the same as i do. We served 2 tours in iraq together but that feels like a lifetime ago. I hear him open his door. Moments later he comes down the hall and walks into the kitchen .  he looks at me and rolls his eyes.

“Little early to be drinking eh?”

I smirk and take a swig.

“Little early to be up if you ask me but junior over here decided he wanted to watch tv”

Arthur looks at me with a scowl. I chuckle and grab his leg shaking him a bit. I take another swig of beer. It feels good down my throat and takes the morning hangover down a notch.

“Hey ben your going to have to clear outta here in a few paul is coming over for brunch”

I chuckle and take another swig.

“Your so gay. Brunch? I always thought that was a stereotype. You guys gonna bone after wards?”

I smirk and take another swig.

“I know you don't like that i'm gay but i am ben. I'm not going to take that disrespect from you or anyone else”

I roll my eyes.

“I don't care if ur gay. Hey i've tried a few things in college too. I don't like paul is all he seems off to me. Something's not right with the guy and i don't want him involved with my little brother”

“Ben i get that you care but im a grown man i can pick my own partners thank you”

He's so stubborn. I simply don't like paul he gives me the creeps there's something about him but i'm unsure as to what it is thats off.

I grumble to myself as does thomas. The day drags on without an end in sight. My brother my nephew and I basically drink and watch tv all day, juice for the little guy of course. We watch mostly whatever my nephew wants to watch. I give my brother a few glances and notice he's mostly looking at his son. Probably just making sure the lil guy doesn't spill anything on the couch.

“Hey tom ima take a leak”

 he nods and i head into the bathroom. It's been nagging at me all day. The little bag of cocaine stuffed in the bottom of my shoe. I take it out and run the water so no one hears me snort it. The burn of the little crystals cutting into my nose is worth the buzz i feel afterwards. I finish off the small amount of coke that i had left. Wiping up the excess coke and rubbing it on my gums. I exit the bathroom feeling less bored. I sit on the couch and glance at thomas. Hes eyeing me suspiciously. My heart skips a beat. I've done drugs in his house before. One would think that i wouldn't considering he's a cop and all but i actually have a lot of freedom with him being who he is.

“What you looking at”

I say with a grin.

He shakes his head and gets up. He walks off looking angry. A few moments later he comes out wearing his uniform im sure im about to be arrested.

“Ben watch arthur im being called out, the station is short on men”

He gives me another angry look.

“We need to talk when i get back”

I smile innocently “whatever you say tom tom”

He flips me off before exiting the house. I used to call him tom tom when we were kids and he hated it.

Arthur checks to see if the coast is clear before turning to me.

“Can we watch porn again?”

He says in a tiny whisper as if someone might hear him. I showed him some porn when he turned 10 as a sort of coming of age thing. I know how much i loved it when i was his age but with todays parental controls and protection crap its frowned upon for a child to watch it. So i got the parental control password from my bro and showed my nephew it. He took to it right away.

I smile at him and go get my brothers laptop. We sit down on the couch and i unlock the parental controls making sure to turn on the safe browser so the history isn't recorded.

I open a video and we watch a few short clips of women being fucked. I pull out my cock and begin to stroke myself. Arthur dose the same his 3 inch boner sticks straight up as he strokes himself he glances at me for a second and our eyes meet. If this was any other jerk off session eye contact would be awkward but his light blue eyes make him look so cute somehow its ok

After a few vids i pick up the pace and feel my cum start to blow im only at half mass because coke makes it hard to cum but i manage to get a few sqarts out anyhow luckily it only comes out onto my hand. I really didn't want to clean up a huge mess like i did last time

Arthur smiles.

“Wow that was cool thats a lot of cum”

I nod. He has an interesting fascination about my cock but not in a gay way. I feel like somehow im teaching him something. His father won't do it so why not me? Just one thing is for sure im not a fucking pedophile. Im not sexually attracted to my nephew. But still i feel good after jacking off with him. Does that make sense? I mean most people feel good after jacking off but i feel better when ive done so with him.

Im snapped out of my thoughts when arthur begins to make mewing sounds i watch as his hand strokes his cock at a million miles an hour. Suddenly he stops and a string of cum shoots across his shirt. And then another and another. He lays his head back gasping for air. Our eyes meet again and he smiles.

“Did i do good uncle ben?”

I nod and kiss him on the forehead

“Why don't you go clean up”

He jumps up and runs to his bedroom to change.

I wipe what little mess i made onto the side of the couch to lazy to get up and grab tissue paper. That boy is something else. Blue eyes that stare directly into your soul. Every time i look at him my heart skips a beet. I would always kid with his dad that his ex wife cheated on him and that's why they birthed hitlers wet dream. Blue eyes pale skin blond hair boy. His wife left him and the kid when she caught him in bed with a man. That will put a stop to any marriage if you ask me still thomas seemed surprised she packed her bags and left. What perplexes me is she left her son her husband and her life.

Arthur walks out of his room in a new shirt. He still wears his tight  shorts.

“Hey uncle ben.”

“Hey kiddo”

He sits on the couch beside me.

I put my arms around him and pull him close. His body pressed against mine feels good. We lie like this for most of the day. I manage during that time to drink all the beer in the fridge. Arthur makes sure to get rid of the porn and return the laptop to the room at some point. I'm far too drunk to remember when he did this though.

The sun begins to set and i realize that we have been sitting here all day. Im a bit tipsy but ive drank way more than this before so im not as drunk as id like to be.

Just then the lock on the door clicks and in walks thomas. He sees the beer bottle on the coffee table but doesn't seem fazed as if he had known that i would drink all the booze, in his hand is a six pack.

“Hey lil bro how ya doin”

“Fine ben. What have you two been up to?”

Arthur and I give each other a knowing glance

“Meh nothing much”

He smirks and retreats to his room. Moments later he comes out wearing a tee shirt and sweats.

“Oh by the way paul's visiting.”

“Weren't you supposed to have brunch?”

He shrugs

“I had to cancel”

I roll my eyes. I hate paul, he and i haven't really gotten along. He thinks i'm a drunk good for nothing piece of trash-which is true for the most part but id never admit that to his face. He just gives me the creeps and i don't like him being around my nephew but thomas won't hear a word about it and expects us not to butt heads.

I let out a huge over dramatic sigh.

“Well i better get going before the place starts to stink of a certain p-word.” I whisper “paul” to arthur causing him to giggle. it's a joke we have on account i once got so drunk i marked my territory on his shoe. after that we joke about paul smelling of piss.

I kiss arthur on the head one more time as i get up i hear the sound of paul's car pulling up.

“Ah shit! I thought i was going to be lucky enough to miss him”

“Ben mind your self i know you're sober enough to control your behavior”

“Yes mother”

I say mockingly. arthur giggles again.

Not a second later paul walks through the door entering the house as if he lives here.

He sees me standing there and we both for a split second exchange menacing glances but the looks don't last long enough for my brother to notice. Paul and thomas embrace each other and kiss. When they have there eyes closed too busy eating eachother i make the gaging motion causing arthur to do the same and giggle. Before they are done i wave to my nephew and slip out the door without another word.

That fucker paul is something else. He's one of those butch wildmen types always going on a hunting trip or coming back from one

Mr. macho

But when you see his cold blue gaze you get the chills as if he's seen into your soul and you ve seen into his. He gives me the fucking creeps

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End of chapter 1

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