Date: Thu, 13 May 2010 00:04:37 -0400 (EDT)
From: daredevillain862@aim.com
Subject: Rory-6

I zipped up my jeans as I walked out of Angel's house. He still hadanother
two buttons on his shirt to get, but he was in the comfort ofhis own home,
so it didn't really matter.

"Wanna come over later this week?" Angel called as I walked down the
walkway.

"Yeah, maybe," I lied as I matted down my hair.

I felt my phone vibrating as I reached the sidewalk & started heading to
the center of town.

"What?"

"Where are you?" I heard Ray's voice. He was slightly irritated. Lovely.

"I just left someone's house."

"Get your ass over here now! I told you I had friends coming over & I
wanted you here to fucking greet them!"

I crossed my eyes.

"I told another friend I'd be at some dumb school event."

"I don't care, I want you here."

I grunted,

"Who's coming over?"

"You'll find out when you get here," he snarled.

"Fine, I'll be home in like 10 minutes," I replied.

"Good," he said, hanging up.

I decided not to call Caleb & tell him. I figured if he was upset about it,
he would call me later.

**********

WhenI walked in the door, Ray was placing pictures of me & him posing&
smiling together in different places. Disney World, the EmpireState
Building, the Golden Gate Bridge, the Capitol Building &Fenway Park. I
scoffed. All fake.

Ray was dressed in his military uniform with his hair slicked back & a
shaved face.

"Go clean up. I don't want you looking like a slob in front of my friends."

Iwent to my room & changed into a button up shirt & jeans. Igargled some
mouthwash while I matted down my hair more. It was messyenough from earlier
in the afternoon. I spit out the mouthwash &headed back to living room
where Ray was just opening the door to hisfriends.

The first man who walked in was Captain Olyston. I hadmet him once when I
was 15. While I didn't believe he was actuallyhomophobic, the stupid fuck
never let up on the gay jokes & the gayname calling. I didn't like him, &
while we wasn't an asshole likemy uncle, he seemed to know nothing bout
these things called manners.Granted, I wasn't exactly fit for Her Majesty's
ballroom dances, but hetreated me almost as if I was a slave. Rory get me
this, get me that,get me these, get me those.

"Hey bottom boy, how ya doin'? Ihaven't seen you in a while," he said oh so
affectionately as he shookmy hand & walked over to the couch.

The second man whoentered was Major Reed. I had first met him when I was 8,
again when Iwas 11, 13 & last year. While he was from Missouri and not all
thatbook-smart, he knew how to handle his men and his weapons. He
coulddisassemble &reassemble an M2-E50 in 13 seconds. He wasn't all
thatmean, but he tended to ignore me, which was fine by me. There's areason
loners like being alone.

"Hello Rory," he said flatly as he extended his hand.

"Major," I replied as I shook his hand.

I looked over to see who would be the next idiot to walk into my home.

My jaw dropped.

ColonelMarley walked in & shook my uncle's hand. I met the colonel when
Iwas 10 years old. I was at a servicemen reunion with my uncle &while he
went & played with his friends, I was left alone bymyself, no other kids,
in the backyard on a swing. Colonel Marley wasthe only one who ended up
coming over to me & actually seeminginterested in this 10 year old kid. We
talked about random stuff, heasked me what I liked to do, that kind of
stuff. I immediately knew atthe time I would never forget him, & I
didn't. I was almostheart-broken when Ray said it was time to leave, but
not before he gaveme something he had picked up in a gift shop while he was
visiting thearea.

"Rory? Holy damn, you've grown since I saw you what,seven, eight years ago?
Quite the man-to-be son, how the hell are ya?"he asked me, giving me a
heavy pat on the shoulder.

"I'm doin'fine colonel," I said. To be honest, I felt...weak-kneed around
him.Pretty gay, I know, but hey, he was like the father I never had.

"Yeah? Well that's good to hear. Stayin' out of trouble I hope," he smiled.

"Wellhe has quite a little drug history, don't you Rory?" Ray
laughed. "He'sbeen good lately, but most of his teen years I was pullin'
him out ofpolice stations for god knows what. Couple shop lifts, drugs,
fights,all that."

I felt the blood rush to my face. If Ray was anybodyelse, I swear to god I
would have killed him. He was humiliating me infront of the colonel. I felt
ashamed to have him hear that. I cursedRay silently.

"Uh oh. Well, glad to hear you're doin' better now son," Colonel Marley
patted me on the back.

"Who wants a beer?" Ray asked as he guided his friends over to the living
room.

*****

"Rory, get out here!" I heard Ray yell.

Icursed Ray silently again as I put my XY magazine on my nightstand&
stuffed my hard, precum covered cock back into my jeans &zipped up. I got
up & walked out of my room towards the living roomwhere my uncle & his
friends were still sitting around. Ray wasdrunk. Awesome.

"Get us four more beers," he ordered.

"Ray, I think you've had enough to drink tonight."

"I didn't ask for your fucking opinion asswipe, just get us some damn
beers!" he barked.

"There's no more left, you drank them all," I snarled back.

"Then go look for more in the garage, or in my room, I don't care."

"And what if I can't find any then?" I put on a shit-eating grin.

"Would you just fucking look for them, please? God fucking dammit..." he
groaned angrily.

Ichecked the garage for any extra beers. None. I went to his bedroom tosee
if he had any in his little refrigerator. He was all out. I decidedto check
my room next. I had a six-pack stowed away in my closet for myown personal
alone time. I figured I could sacrifice a few to satisfyhim. I was all out.

I can't get no satisfaction.

I walked back out to the living room & grabbed my black hoodie & the car
keys. It was drizzling outside.

"Where do you think you're going?" Ray asked.

"I'm going out."

"Your uncle told you to get us beers," said Captain Olyston.

"There's none left, in the entire house, I checked," I said calmly as I
curled my fingers into a fist they couldn't see.

Rayshook his head. You know, that 'unbelievable!' kind of shake where
heobviously wasn't grasping what I was saying & just continuedthinking I
was fucking with him.

"Get the fuck out," he said.

I closed the door behind me & walked to Ray's car. I got in, backed out of
the driveway & headed to Trent's house.

***

"Youcan't be here," Trent's brother said as he blocked the doorway when
Ipulled up to their house & started walking up the walkway.

"Says who? YOU?" I sneered. I reached into my pocket & pulled a Marlboro. I
lit up with a lighter I had.

"Leave Rory," he said firmly.

"Makeme, wuss," I said, pushing past him. Because Ross was smaller than
me,we both knew I could take him down with no problem. Hell, even if hewas
bigger than me, the one good thing about having an uncle like Raywas I was
highly trained in mixed martial arts & kickboxing. Ishoved him roughly to
the side as I made my way into his house. Iheaded to Trent's room. He was
in there watching The Pacific. Just whatI needed, more military thoughts. I
knocked on the wall. Trent turnedaround.

"Rory, what are you doing here?" he asked.

"Do you have any six-packs?"

"Why?"

"Ray has company."

"You came all the way here to ask for beer?"

I blew an aggravated cloud of smoke into the air.

"We're all out."

Trentwalked over to his closet, dug around behind it & pulled out
asix-pack. He handed it to me as I offered him my cigarette. He took it.

"Wanna hang here?" he asked me.

"I can't. Ray's pissed enough, I don't wanna risk upsetting him more."

"How 'bout a quickie?" he smiled slyly.

"Fine. Make it a very fast quickie," I said.

Trentdropped to his knees & unbuttoned my jeans. He reached into myboxers &
pulled my cock out. He stuck his fingers in a bit & Icould feel them poking
lightly at my ballsack.

He took my cockinto his mouth & it became fully erect within a matter of
seconds.I sighed in pleasure. He wasn't much of a fucker, but he was
prettydamn good at sucking.

He sucked at my cock head, slurping stringof clear fluid from the slit. He
slid his lips down my shaft until hisnose was brushing up against my pubic
hair. I could feel the immenseheat from the back of his mouth of my dick,
which throbbed with eachpassing second. I wasn't looking for anything good,
just something toget off to. But if Trent wanted to go above & beyond, well
Isuppose I could let him.

Unless you're an actual sex god, noblowjob on earth happens in a matter of
seconds, & we both knewthat. trent left my cock & instead licked my haired
scrotum,coating both my testicles fully with warm, slippery spit. I grabbed
myprick & beat it furiously, precum flying everywhere, splattering
onTrent's face.

I closed my eyes & I didn't realize it, but Iwas groaning loudly as I felt
his tongue swipe across the sparselyhaired area between my balls & my anus.

My hips bucked wildly as I unloaded four blasts of cum all over Trent's
face & cheeks. I sighed in satisfaction.

"Thanks," I said as I pushed my softening penis back into my pants while
Trent wiped off the white mess from his face.

"No problem."

"I'll see ya later," I said, taking my cigarette back which he had rested
on a table.

"See ya man."

I walked out of his room & left his house, beers in hand. I put them into
the car & drove off.

My phone started ringing while I was halfway there. I looked at the caller
ID. I rolled my eyes.

"Yes Caleb?"

"Hi Rory. What's up?"

"I'm driving home right now."

"Neat. Hey, you wanna see a movie tonight?"

"Can't. Ray has company over & I'm their little slave for the night."

"Oh. Well maybe tomorrow?"

"I don't know Caleb, maybe, maybe not."

"Ok. Well I'll see ya tomorrow then."

"Yup."

"Bye."

Ihung up & made it home a few minutes later. The little fucker &I had grown
to be more friendly, but he could still be, well...a littlefucker. I
grabbed the beers & headed into the house.

Ray waslaughing about something. He was still sitting on the couch. I took
abeer & threw it to him. To him, at him, whatever.

"It's about fucking time. Where the hell were you?" he hissed.

"Just drink," I muttered. I headed back to my room. I had unfinished
business.

*****

I was just finishing up a joint when Colonel Marley came into my room a few
hours later. It was around midnight.

"Hey Rory, how ya doin' buddy?"

"Fine sir," I said sloggily.

"If your uncle catches you doin' that..."

I looked up at him.

"He'll what, hug me & ask me to never do it again?" I laughed.

The colonel gave me a pitiful face. I hated being pitied.

"Rory, I'm well aware of what you've gone through over the years with Ray,"
he said, closing my door behind him.

"Youruncle would tell us stories at parties & other events about how
youwould misbehave or act in a way that didn't meet his expectations &how
he would 'teach the kid a lesson'. I know he's abused you. I'veknow him for
25 years & I know what kind of man he is."

I looked at him.

"I'mmoving here to Seattle within the next few days, permanently. In fact,I
won't be too far away from here & I figure if you ever wanna talkabout
anything at all, I make a good audience. Problems at school,maybe questions
about girls, issues with some drugs..."

I took a another drag.

"Rory, can you put that out?"

Idug the end of the joint into the palm of my hand where it seared intomy
skin & burnt out. What was left on my hand was a burn mark withexcruciating
pain flooding my hand like poison.

"Where did you get those beers earlier?"

"My boyfriend's house."

The colonel hesitated before saying anything.

"Oh, I see. So you're gay."

"Yup."

"Huh. I would have never guessed that."

"Not all gays are fags," I shot back, looking at the foot of my bed.

"I'm aware of that, my younger brother is gay & he doesn't act like the
stereotypical gay man."

"Cool."

"Look, Rory, all I'm saying is that if you ever wanna talk to me, I'm
moving in a few miles downtown."

I breathed in heavily. I looked up at him.

"I'm sorry Colonel."

"About what son?"

"Abouthow I'm not the perfect kid I wish I was when you're around. Ray
toldyou those things when you arrived & I felt so embarrassed to haveyou
hear that," I said quietly.

He nodded his head.

"You'rethe only person who's been the closest to being a father figure to
me,& I feel horrible knowing that you know that stuff about me."

I felt a heavy hand on my shoulder as I looked down.

"That stuff doesn't change how I think about you Rory, don't worry about
that."

I managed half a smile.

"Andyou gotta quit doin' this stuff," he said, pointing to the joint I
hadput in a nearby ash tray, "and that." Now we was looking at my hand.

Wetalked about random stuff after that such as where I had lived, whatwas
my favorite place, my boyfriend & ex boyfriends &afterward, it was time for
Colonel Marley to leave. I stood up from mybed & I was surprised when he
gave me a hug. Hugs were so alien tome & I could do nothing but be overcome
by a sense of warmth. I hadthe urge to hug back, but I couldn't. It wasn't
a lovey dovey hug, itwas a man hug, but it still felt nice nonetheless. I
said bye toColonel Marlley, Captain Olyston & Major Reed. The two of them
werea bit drunk & I honestly didn't care if they drove drunk. Thecolonel
was sober though & I was glad about that.

Oncethey were gone, I helped Ray to his room at his request & then mademy
way back to my room where I undressed & slipped into bed. Sleepcame an hour
later.




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