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Chapter Five

 

After round two, we slept like logs all night. Luis woke me up getting ready to go to work. I stretched and yawned and said "Good morning, amado."

He said "Good morning sunshine, did you sleep well?" I just chuckled.

"I meant to ask, are you on vacation or something? You haven't been to work since I've been coming here" he said. Oh yeah, I guess nobody told him about my situation. That made me feel even better, I know he's not just after my money. Whatever we have is real.

"Let's just say, I don't have to work" I tease, "I'll tell you all about it later. Will you be back tonight?"

"I'm not sure. It looked like a busy schedule this week. I'll let you know later" he said. Finished dressing, he grabbed his cap, gave me a quick but thorough kiss and started to the door.

"Wait a sec! Let me give you something real quick" I yell. I get up buck naked and go into my office and rummage through the top left desk drawer until I find the spare gate fob.

"Put this on your keychain. When you get ready come on in."

"Do you give every guy you're with a clicker to your gate?"

"Baby, Wayne don't even have a clicker to my gate. You are very special to me."

"But you still don't say `I love you' to me."

"Words have deep meaning to me, so when I'm 100% positive you're the one, you'll be begging me to shut the hell up about it."

"Where do I stand right now?"

"I'd estimate I'm at about 93.75%" I say "I'll let you know when it hits critical mass."

He holds the back of my head and kisses me very passionately again, staring into my eyes.

"Ok, that made it an even 94%" I say, teasing him "Don't forget to call me later."

"I will" he said, as he put his cap on and headed out the door.

 

Around 11 o'clock I got a call from my sister Deena, a very rare event, I'm surprised she still had the number. She sounded upset, but hell, she always sounded upset. She wanted to know if I could meet her somewhere for lunch, there was something we needed to talk about. I felt the floor getting cold from Hell freezing over, but I said sure, I guess. High class as ever, she suggested Burger King. I said how about Emilio's down the street from there (with real authentic Mexican food). We agreed on the place and I jumped in the shower and got dressed.

I pulled up at Emilio's and saw Deena's old Miata parked there. You would think after 10 years she would give that thing a rest. I walked in and she was waiting for me in the foyer. The host seated us and I just took her all in. Deena is 42 going on 18, in her own mind at least. Tight faded jeans trying to cover too much ass, a tank top barely holding her tits in and that fake-ass blonde hair.

"What are you staring at me for?" she says.

I break my fixation and say "Nothing. So, what was so important that you would stoop to being seen in public with a queer?" I ask with a smirk.

About that time a waiter comes over to get our drink order, I get tea and she gets a diet coke, how funny.

"It's about Randall" she says. Randall is the youngest of her four boys; James Jr. (20), Douglas (19), Richard (17) and Randall (15).

"What's wrong with Randall?" I ask.

"Well...I was wondering if he could come stay with you...for...a while" she said haltingly.

"Here are your drinks, are you ready to order? Need a minute?" the waiter interrupted.

Deena ordered a taco salad; I went for the chimichanga. The waiter left again and I sat in silence and watched as Deena fiddled around with the paper on the straw nervously. Another server runs up with chips and salsa, then flits away.

"One. How long is `a while'? Two. Don't he have school? Three. And most importantly, what did he do that you're trying to get rid of him for?" I said.

She looked into her diet Coke for answers and slowly said "I'm afraid for...well...it's that...I'm scared James might hurt him. As for school, I researched and your school district is good, he could catch a bus so you wouldn't be put out that way."

I looked at her a long time. My sister was never one to ask anybody for anything, especially a faggot like her brother. Especially not anything big like this.

"Taco salad, for the señora, chimichanga for señor" the waiter said, setting the plates for us "careful, hot plates!" he said then zipped off again.

"Ok, Deena, did he kill somebody? Is he on drugs? What's the deal?" I asked, cutting into my chimichanga. She chews on her taco salad, swallows, then leans across the table toward me.

"I think Randall is...well...like you" she spits out hatefully. "James walked in on him and a friend and they were...being filthy and sinful."

I didn't want to hear any more of her version of this story. I ate the rest of my meal in silence, she did the same, occasionally looking at me with a mix of disgust and hopefulness.

"Bring him over and let me talk to him" I say "we'll go from there."

"Ok, but James don't want him back, its either you or DFPS (Dept. of Family and Protective Services)" she snips.

"You're one hell of a mother, Deena" I say caustically. I throw money on the table and leave her sitting there. My disgust for her is so strong right now I have to leave before I toss up the lunch I just ate.

I climb in the truck and I see her behemoth ass coming toward me with smeared mascara.

"We'll be over there by six" she sniffles, "and as much as you want to hate me, this ain't me kickin' my son out, it's James. I'm just afraid he might hurt him."

"Okay, Deena. Like I said, give me today to think about it, but I also need to talk to Randall, then I'll let you know" I say.

I crank up the truck, back out and head home. On the way home I'm thinking about the situation. I'm not kidding anybody; I know I'll take my nephew in. I'm not one who'll turn his back on family like my siblings apparently do. Still, I want to make Deena sweat and I really do want to hear the story from Randall, and want to see if he would be okay with being uprooted and exiled to his queer uncle's house. I park and feel like I need peace. Instead of going in the house, I take off on the mule and ride over to the pond. I strip and jump in and start doing laps trying to ease my anger and anxiety. I end up doing about thirty laps then get out and dry off and jump on the hanging bed for a rest. I'm dozing lightly when the cell phone rings, I check the ID and it's an unfamiliar number.

"Hello?"

"Hello, love" Luis says.

"I almost didn't answer, didn't recognize the number" I say.

"Put it in your contacts, this is my personal number. Remember, I was calling you on the work phone" he says.

"I will do that right now" I say, putting him on speaker and typing in his name, "will you be back tonight" I ask hopefully.

"No, unfortunately I have to go out of town again, I probably won't be back before this weekend" he says sadly.

"Bummer" I say, "by the time you get back, I'll probably drown from the built-up cum."

He laughed, "yeah, then add my cum to that and wow!"

"I'm going to have a house guest, not sure how long, my sister is wanting me to take in one of my nephews. I'm not sure what the situation is yet" I say.

"I thought you and your family didn't speak" he said.

"We don't really. She called me out of the blue to discuss this. Ruined a good meal at Emilio's."

"Must have been bad if she called you, is he on drugs or something? In trouble with the law?"

"No, no, much worse. He likes other boys. Her and her husband won't have assorted faggotry going in their domicile" I say.

"Ahhh. Then you have to take him, J. You know what it's like being disowned by family as well as I do" he said.

"You know I will. I just want to get his story first. I want to make sure that he will be okay coming here."

"Have you ever been around the kid?"

"I've laid eyes on him maybe a half dozen times. The last time I saw him he was 11 years old. Kind of a gangly looking kid from what I remember."

"Puberty makes a lot of changes, no telling what your nephew make look like now" Luis says. "Baby, I hate to cut it short but they're calling back to the job. I'll call you tomorrow. I still love you."

"I'm up to 96%" I say, "absence makes the heart grow fonder."

"Bye, love" he says.

"Bye, babe" I answer.

As the phone disconnects the time pops up and it's just after five, so I head back to the house in case they show up early. Never one to be late, Deena calls about 5:45 from the gate. I buzz her in and a couple minutes later I see James' Mercedes SUV roll up to the house. I look into the car but only see my sister and nephew. She seems to be having a heated conversation with the boy. I walk out to see what's going on. I go to the passenger side of the car where my nephew is sitting. He is a far cry from what I remember, puberty has been good to him. He gets out and stands up. He's about 5'7" around 125 I'd guess, dark brown hair (the color Deena's would be without the dye if its not gray already), emerald green eyes. He is probably many gay boy's wet dream. He's got on a tank top, I can see wisps of hair at the edge of his armpits, and a pair of loose basketball shorts with a precious little bump in the middle of them.

"Hey Randall, I'm Uncle Jackie" I say.

"Yeah, I know. Dad's sending me to queer prison" he says.

"C'mon in and let's talk" I answer, ignoring the jab.

Deena just rolls down the window and says `his bag is in the back' and pops the hatch. He walks around and grabs the bag, and to me, she says `call me', then takes off again.

"Well, I guess it's just you and me Randall" I say.

"Call me Randy, mom and dad are the only ones who call me Randall" he says.

"Ok, Randy. Let's go in and get you situated."

For privacy, I give him the room on the opposite side of the house from mine. All three of my bedrooms have their own attached bathroom. He tried to give me the teenage indifference act, but I could tell he was impressed with the king size bed and the real oak computer desk.

"I'm sure it's not what your used to at home, but I hope it'll be all right" I say.

"Uh...yeah, I guess it's ok" he says.

"Rest up and then come find me, we need to talk."

"Okay" he said, sounding beaten.

"Hey...it's gonna be okay" I say, giving him a big smile.

I left him alone to put his clothes and stuff away and went to start supper. I was in a comfort food mood tonight; I decided to make chicken and dumplings. I didn't have a whole hen so I used a package of thigh and wing quarters. I threw those in the pressure cooker for a few minutes since it was getting late, and started making my dough for the dumplings. When the alarm went off I let the pressure out and removed the chicken from the broth and put in in a roasting pan to finish cooking in the oven. I added my spices to the broth and brought back to a boil and started dropping the dough in a few pieces at a time. I looked at the chicken in the oven and it looked done so I pulled it out and began shredding it and adding the meat to the dumplings. I usually would make biscuits out of the dough that was left, but everything was about done so I just threw some Sister Schubert's rolls in the hot oven.

Randy came in and looked amazed.

"You actually cook?" he asked.

"Yeah, all the time" I said.

When I looked up, I could tell he was going to push his boundaries. He was shirtless and only had on some of the shortest shorts imaginable. He hopped up on one of the barstools at the counter and watched me cooking. He sat wide-legged and I had a perfect view of the tip of his cock and two medium sized balls poking out of the right leg of his miniscule shorts. Aparently, the boys were circumcised, I assumed James must have been too, or it could have what my hateful sister wanted. She seemed to hate for anybody to be happy.

"You're a little too casual for supper" I said. "You don't have to dress up, but you're not going to be dragging your goober through the gravy at my house."

"I though fags liked to look at dicks" he said, sounding so much like my sister.

"Okay, Deena, get your little faggot ass in the bedroom and change into decent clothes" I said, getting pissed off.

"Don't call me that, I'm not Deena" he says.

"You sure as hell sound like Deena, I listened to those comments every day `til I got out of my parents house, I'm not going to listen to them now! They sent you here to see if we can get along, your other choice is DFPS where you can get moved from one foster parent to another until you turn 18, then get kicked out on the street. So, you can drop your troubled teen bullshit and start acting human. I can be the best friend and ally you've ever had or I can kick your ass back to Deena before this chicken gets cold. Your choice."

His shoulders dropped and he looked at the floor, covering his showing boy bits with his hands.

"Can I at least stay with you tonight, Uncle Jackie?" he asked.

"You may can stay permanently, but we have to set ground rules. If you stay, I'm going to be your legal guardian. Under the law it'll be like I'm your new daddy. You're not gonna treat me like shit because that's how James and Deena always talked about me. They talk about you the same way now, do you like the way it feels?"

"No, sir" he said.

"Go put on some clothes" I said again.

He went back to his room, when he came back he had on the basketball shorts and a tee shirt. "Better?" he asked.

"Yes, thank you" I said.

"Ok, ground rules: 1. You clean your room and keep it nice enough for company. 2. You go to school; I'll take you tomorrow to register and then we'll set up for the bus to pick you up. 3. Don't use the words `faggot', `queer', `homo', or any of your parents favorite words here. I will never treat you that way if you stay here, and all I ask is you don't do it either."

"Yes, sir" he said.

"By the way, you can just call me Jackie or Unc, you don't have to sir me like you do James although it kind of turns me on" I joked.

"Yes, s...Ok Jackie" he said, " I'm sorry about before, but I'm not used to getting thrown out of my house and dad said you'd probably be expecting me to put out for my room and board."

"Nope, what a sick bastard. Bless his heart" I said "I have sex with grown men, not kids."

While he was taking all that in, I dipped up some chicken and dumplings and put his plate in front of him. He waited politely `til I got mine, then dug in like he was starving.

"Uncle Jackie, this is the best food I've ever had" he said between bites "all mom's food comes out of the freezer in plastic bags or boxes."

"Just like our mother, that's why I learned to cook" I said.

"Are you gonna let me stay here?" he said quietly.

"Can you behave like a human being?" I said.

"Well, mom says I'm real moody, but I'll try my best if you'll have me" he replied.

"Let's give it a shot" I said.

We cleaned up the dishes and watched a little TV, then went to bed.