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I was on the Bx 10 bus going to Norwood. I hate coming into this
area. I don't know why, but I just did. It always made me feel
uncomfortable, but since Jaime and Max were both in the mood for pizza, they
kinda got me into wanting it as well. It was already dark and all I saw
were the lights that were on Bailey Avenue. I started thinking about what
was I going to do with this asshole that hurt Max. I was thinking of
coming at him during the daytime. I didn't want to see the kid. That
kid. I don't know why but he looks so familiar to me. I wish I knew where.
Anyways, I shook the thoughts from my mind and focused on the streets.
As a matter of fact, it had always been a dream of mine to actually
drive on the Metropolitan Transit Authority. There's so much action and
always something to do.
"East 206 Street. Last Stop. Transfer to the Bx 16, the 30, and
the first stop of the D train. Have a good night." I wasn't paying
attention to what the bus driver was saying and I was wondering why he was
saying that if we were only near Bedford Park Boulevard. I came back into
my mind and saw that we were already at 206th Street and everyone was
getting off the bus. Wow, I was really out of it. I went down
Bainbridge Avenue and saw the pizza shop on the corner. I decided to get some
snacks for us in the bodega next door after I ordered the pizzas.
"Hi, what would you like." The guy working there asked. He had
olive skin and black hair. His accent was definitely Puerto Rican.
Probably northern Puerto Rico. He was about five foot seven and it was visible
he was tired. Who could blame him. It was already 9 at night.
"Uhhh, let me get a large extra cheese, pepperoni, and extra
hamburg pizza. On the side, let me also get a meatball calzone."
"Ok. That's gonn be about 25 minutes."
"No problem. I'ma go to the store and get some things. I'll be
right back." I smiled at him and walked out of the store. He was real
cool. I hadn't seen him before working there so I don't know if his cooking
was good or bad. Guess we'll find out when I bring the food home. I
went to the bodega and looked around. Honestly, one of the more bad
bogedas in the Bronx. Nothing of real value and the food they did have were
really bad. Man, I'm gonn have to go to the bodega next door. At least
they had my favorite chips there. I grabbed a ginger ale from the back
fridge and paid it. The guy seemed like a real asshole but I paid no
mind. I was feeling better and I just wanted to go home and eat with Max
and Jaime.
I walked back into the pizza shop and I saw a bag on the counter.
The guy looked back and saw that it was me. He smiled and went back to
doing the pizza. I sat down looking at the cars pass by. A Honda Civic.
A Toyota Highlander. I was brought out of my trance with the loud
sound of brakes stopping. It was a bus coming out of nowhere stopping at
the bus stop on the corner of Bainbridge and East 204 Street. I looked at
the sign. Bx 28. Co-op City. Earhart La. Via Gun Hill Rd. It's been a
long long time since I've been to Co-Op City.
"Hey, your pizza's ready." The guy said. I looked back at him and
saw everything ready. Finally. I got up from the booth and paid the
guy and left. I didn't feel like sticking around much. I just wanted to
get home to Jaime and Max. I walked up the block to the bus stop again
and saw there was already a Bx 16 there. I was lucky. I ran to the bus
and got on it. As soon as he closed the door, the driver began pulling
out. Really lucky. I swiped my MetroCard and sat in the back of the bus.
I sat down and my phone started vibrating. I looked at it and saw it
was my mom's cell phone.
"Hello?" I answered as sweetly as possible.
"Hey Adrian. How's everything going?" I heard music in the back so
I guess she was at the clubs.
"Goin pretty good mom. Just getting some pizza. I left Jaime and
Max home. I'm on the 16 now so I should be home in about 15-20 minutes."
"Ok. Keep an eye for Max and don't let him go out. I'm trusting
you Addy."
"I know mom. But yeah, the bus is already moving so I'ma let you
go. Have fun. Bye."
"Ok, bye."
I really had to watch with what I say with my mom. She doesn't
know that I'm with Jaime, and she definitely would flip on me if she found
out Max didn't come home with me. Well, at least she's having fun. She
deserved it. After all the bullshit our dad put her through and then
him trying to do the same to me and Max. I was smart enough to say no
and cut off all contact. Max, on the other hand, not very smart. I looked
outside and saw we were already turning onto Nereid Avenue. I pushed
the tape and the bus driver stopped right in front of my building.
"Thanks man."
"Yeah, have a good night."
I went to the building door and opened it. For some odd reason, I
checked the mail again. I had already checked when I came home with
Jaime but there was nothing in there last time and this time. I went up
the stairs to the apartment door and opened it. It was dark and I heard
the tv on.
"Hey guys. Jaime. Max. I'm home!!!! What? No welcoming committee?
You guys are cheap." I yelled while laughing. I was always arrogant
when I got home.
"We're in Max's room, Adrian!" I heard Jaime yell to me.
I went to the kitchen and put the pizza on the table. I noticed
while I was walking in that I had completely forgotten about the chicken
that I had taken out earlier. Oh well, I could just put it back in the
freezer. It'll be fine. I grabbed some plates from the cabinet and
brought them to Max's room. I saw Jaime lying on the bed and Max sitting on
the floor.
"Here guys. Dinner. Iight, let us dig in with the fortitude to eat
this in 10 minutes." I said staring at Max. He looked at me and
smiled.
"With the fortitude and discipline of one hundred combined into
the physical form of the human being, let's do thiisssssss." Max looked
at me and smiled.
"Uhhh Adrian. What's going on?" Jaime looked so lost. I felt bad
for him. He didn't know what was going on.
"Ok, this is the deal. Jaime, first, how many slices do you want.
You have to take an even number so we can split the rest between me and
Max. It's like our evil competition that we do. We go all out and eat
the pizza, or any food we want, and then we issue a challenge and make
it sound really cool. Now Max has to take my challenge. If not, then he
forfeits and has to do chores for a week. All of the chores. If he
accepts, then he's fine. Ok?" I explained to him.
"Ok, I guess. This is gonn be fun to see." He smiled. Jaime took
four slices of pizza, put them on his plate and stood back. It was very
funny to see him eating and watching us divide the pizza. We each
decided on eight slices each. I looked at Jaime and nodded and he nodded
back. He got my message.
"Ok, now let's have a fair feeding. No hitting below the belt, and
no strikes towards your opponent. Now, ready?" We both nodded to him.
"Get set." Max looked at me and likewise to him.
"GOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!" Jaime yelled at the top of his lungs. Max
and I didn't even eat. We just stared at him wondering what was that
all about. He looked at us and started blushing.
" You guys do know I already said go, right?" We were brought back
to his and we started devouring our pizzas. I was in the lead with
have eaten 5 pizzas and Max only 4. I sped up and finished eating my
pizzas first and Max only having his crust left hanging in his mouth.
"I won, you lost." We were all laughing over this. This was really
fun. I gathered the plates and put everything in the kitchen while Max
brought the box downstairs to the garbage cans in the basement. I felt
good that I was full and that I had good company tonight since it was
the weekend.
"Adrian." I heard a deep voice that sounded so familiar to me.
Like I heard it as a little kid. I looked behind me and saw him. Someone
that I wish was gone. For good..
"Hello Alex. Now, bye Alex."
"Is that anyway to treat your father?"
I turned around and pushed him on the wall. I grabbed his shirt
collar and held him by it.
"Listen, you asshole. I have no father. The father I had died a
long time ago because of him forcing me to do something I didn't want to
do. Also, that he made my little brother do the same and corrupted him.
So if you're talking about that father, that person, I killed him off
a long time ago."
"Hmph, like you have the will and strength to kill me. I still
have power that you don't. If anything were to happen to myself, everyone
would consider you responsible because everyone knows that I am here to
see your brother and yourself."
I stood there speechless. I couldn't think. A range of emotions
was going through my head. What was all this? I needed out. I needed to
be free of him.
"Here's the money. Five for you and three for your brother. Tell
him he got a promotion for his outstanding selling capabilities." I
looked at his face and saw a smirk on his lips. My father. One half of my
being. Here. In front of me. I was his spitting image. Tall, dark
handsome. But he's capable of some crazy shit that scared me when I was a
little kid. His so-called "tough love" was strict. I remember, when I was
just entering puberty, at 12 years old, he was the first one I told.
After what I saw, I didn't want to tell anyone. My father hugged me and
told me we had to celebrate. That night, we went to a supposed friend's
house and that supposed friend was this girl, not even 20 yet while he
was already 30. He made me watch him fuck her. It was just too much
for me. When he was about to cum, he told me to jerk him off and make him
cum on the girl's face. That huge meat. Uncut. Almost 11 inches. It
was amazing. After I started jerking him, I don't remember anything. It's
all black after that. It's like my mind suppresses it.
"I'm not into that business anymore Alex. You know that. After the
last time, I promised I was out." I looked down at the ground. He put
his hand on my shoulder and squeezed.
"You don't have to be alone. You requested it. Out of your own
accord. I will be with you on those runs."
"What about Jaime?"
"Who's Jaime?"
"Uhhh nothing. Never mind." I had to think of something quick. I
didn't want to get busted. I didn't want him knowing that I'm gay. That
wouldn't go over so well.
"Who is this Jaime? Is she your girlfriend?" He looked at me with
a serious look and put his arm around me. I shook my head no.
"I see. It's a boy, isn't it. You're gay aren't you." I shook my
head yes. This is the worst moment. Receiving judgement from my father
over something about myself. I just hope this wouldn't change things
between me and him.
"Adrian, it's fine. Actually, I've kinda had the feeling but I
wasn't sure. So has your mother. So you have nothing to worry about.
You're my son."
"Thanks dad."
"Now, go upstairs. I'll keep in contact with you and your brother.
Maybe do some jobs for me. I'll be with you guys if there's a job. I'm
not letting you guys go by yourselves."
I nodded my head and walked away from him. Maybe my dad wasn't all
bad. Just the way people in the family talk about him, it seems
different. And only if Jaime finds out about this, who knows what he'll do. I
put the thought in the back of my mind and went back to the apartment.
I went to Max's room and didn't see Jaime and began to wonder.
"Max, where did Jaime go?"
"He's in your room. He went there as soon as you went to the
basement. Oh yeah, how come you took so long?" He looked puzzled and I
looked out the window.
"Here. Monthly allowance. Three thousand." I tossed him the money
and walked off. I didn't want to hear his response. I went to my room
and saw Jaime sitting on the bed in only his boxers. He had a wicked
smile on his face and I knew he was planning something.
"Hmmm, Jaime, what are you planning on doing?" Jaime got off the
bed and walked to where I was standing. He grabbed my hands and put them
on his ass. He smiled. I gave a small squeeze and he let out a small
moan. I knew right away that this was going to be a fun night. I gave
him a passionate kiss and he was the first one to pull away. I lifted my
shirt, exposing my hard stomach and took off my shit.
"I'm guessing you're in the mood for fun tonight, huh, Jaime. You
should watch what you ask for. You might just get hurt."
"I think I can handle it." He started kissing on my neck. It felt
so amazing. His tongue lightly passing on my neck. The cold air riding
on my tan skin, making my skin cold and prickly. Jaime's warm hands
rubbing on my chest. I wrapped my arms around him and moved my fingers
lightly over his back. He licked my neck one last time and looked up at
me. I smiled at him and he put his head on my chest.
"Now, I'm not sure if you're ready. I mean, we just met and had
lunch today. And now you're in the mood for me to fuck you? Isn't that
going a little too fast, babe?" He looked up and his smile had
disappeared, like the sunset, when everything is void of the bright light.
Darkness, bland, nothing but darkness. I knew I had hit something bad.
"You're right. I'm probably acting like a sleazy ho now, aren't I.
I'm sorry." He looked down and sat on the bed.
"Jaime, it's fine. But I don't think either me or you are ready
for the next level. I mean, yeah, blowjobs, those are okay, but for me
fucking you, that's going to have to wait a little while longer. Trust
me, I'll make it fun for you. Ok? I promise." I put my arm around him and
kissed the top of his head. He smiled at me and laid down. We got
comfortable, with him laying his head on my chest and wrapping his arms
around my stomach and me wrapping my arms around him. I just laid there
thinking. Today was a crazy day. What was going to be in store tomorrow??
I woke up early but noticed that Jaime wasn't in the bed. I got up out
of my bed and put on my shorts. I was beginning to wonder where Jaime
had gone. It was Saturday morning. I opened the door and heard Pokemon
Diamond and Pearl on the television. It was probably Max watching his
cartoons or something. I walked into the living room and saw Jaime
sitting on the floor watching the show. Max wasn't around though.
"Morning, Mr. Pokemon." I said smiling. Jaime looked at me and
began laughing.
"Hey. I was just watching some tv. Sorry I turned it on withough
you or Max." He was so sincere. I loved that. He always thought of me
first.
"It's fine. You didn't need to ask. It's perfectly fine. Just next
time, don't leave my arms like that when I'm sleeping, ok?" I started
laughing when I said this and so did he. I sat in the recliner and
watched tv. I patted my leg for him to sit on my lap and he got up and sat
down with his legs over the armrest. He was so warm and it was so cold
in the apartment. I wrapped my arms around his waist so he can warm me
up. The smell of cherry candy and Axe Touch was still on him. It was
such an amazing smell. I loved it.
"Jaime, what are we going to do today? You're here for the
weekend. We do need to go to your house to get you some new clothes unless you
want new clothes for when you stay here. It's up to you."
"No, we can go to my place. I don't want you getting clothes for
me." He started giggling when he said this. "Although, new clothes isn't
a bad idea and all. But I can show you where I live. Let's go to
Manhattan. Ok with you?"
"Anything you want baby boy. There's nuthin you don't deserve.
Speaking of deserve, when is your birthday?? I keep on forgetting to ask."
I said smiling.
"Mine is November 17, 1989. What about yours?"
"January 26, 1989. Now we both know other's birthday. This is good." I started thinking. Since his birthday was soon, maybe I should get him his present now. I have money now, so I just gotta put it in my bank account and there, a present for Jaime.
I kept holding onto him and before we knew it, Pokemon had
finished and Ben 10 was coming on. I started getting bored and I guess Jaime
was noticing it too so he changed the channel. There really wasn't
anything on except for The Replacements on ABC Kids and that was already
pushing it too much.
"Adrian, wanna start getting ready to go out?" He sounded sad
about it.
"Yeah, we can. I gotta take a shower, eat, jerk off, and get my
clothes ready. So yeah, let's start getting ready." Jaime looked at my
face shocked.
"Did you say jerk off??"
"Yeah, to see if you were really paying attention. I wanted to see
if I said jerking off, you would react. And you did. Funny too, I
might add." I started laughing and he started giggling too.
"But yeah, I gotta start getting ready, and so do you as well. So
let's start." Jaime got off my lap and I went into my room with him
following me. I grabbed my towel and went to the bathroom, but doubled
back to find Jaime taking out his new clothes. He didn't notice me come in
and I took advantage of that by kissing his neck and face.
"What's up? You ok?" I asked worried. I didn't want him feeling
bad.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm still in shock that you bought me new
clothes. I like them. Thank you. I really appreciate it. Thank you sooo much."
"Hey, it's fine. No worries. I wanted to do it. I saw you eyeing
the clothes."
"Yeah, now go take a shower. You stink." He covered his nose and
started fanning the air. I started cracking up on this.
"Yeah, fine, but remember," I grabbed his hand and put it on my
chest and lowered down my boxers till his fingers were wrapped around my
cock, "if I smell, then you have a smelly boyfriend. You're gonn have
to deal."
He gasped when I made my cock twitch and I knew he liked it. I
took his hand off and walked away to the bathroom. I turned off the shower
radio and started listening to Hot 97 to see what was goin on. They
had some good music while I was in there. I finished my shower, dried off
and went into my room and saw Jaime doing pushups on the floor.
"Go Jaime, go Jaime, it's ya birthday, it's ya birthday."
He was so embarrassed when I said that that he lost his gripping
and fell to the floor with a thud. I started laughing and he got up and
laughed as well. He grabbed my towel and a pair of my boxers, stuck out
his tongue and made his way to the bathroom. I put on my clothes and
took my iron. I noticed that Jaime's clothes were a bit wrinkled so I
gave them a quick steam and went to the kitchen to grab something to eat.
I choose some Frosted Flakes and milk. In the middle of eating, Jaime
came out with only a towel on. He smiled at me as he walked by. About
two seconds after I had finished my bowl of cereal, Jaime came out
wearing his new clothes. He was so amazing and the clothes looked soooo nice
on his body. He took two slices of bread and a slice of cheese and
made a sandwich. Before he even sat down, I grabbed from behind and
started humping his ass. I was getting so hard from just looking at him. I
kept kissing his neck and biting it. I lifted his shirt and started
feeling his chest.
"Adrian, no, not in the kitchen. Tonight." He was gasping so much
from my attack on him.
"No. Now." I grabbed his hand and put it down my pants. I was
leaking precum and my cock was all slippery. He grabbed hold and started
stroking really fast. I was on the verge of cumming but it wouldn't come
out. I kept biting his neck and kissing his ears. He was gasping so
much. I thought he was out of air.
"Yo, Adrian, mom's not here and all but daayuuummm. Hormones need
to be kept in check with that shit." Fuckin Max, had to ruin it. I took
Jaime's hand off my cock and stuffed it back into my boxers. Jaime's
neck was red as a tomato. It was such a contrast to his naturally tan
skin. I looked at Max and he walked off. I looked at Jaime and he was
smiling like crazy.
"What? Not my fault I look nice." He smiled to me.
"Watch it. I'll make you eat it next time. And be prepared for
tonight. You're going to need luck and a lot of energy. Now, come on. We
gotta leave." I went to my room to fix my bed and pick up the dirty
clothes off the floor. A few minutes later, Jaime came into the room and
hugged me. He looked out the window and sat down at the desk. I grabbed
my wallet and keys and grabbed his hand so we could leave.
"Hey Adrian. Push the tape. We're getting off at the next stop."
I looked at him and pushed the tape of the Bx. 3 bus on West 181st
Street in Manhattan. The George Washington Bus Station and the
beginning of the links between the suburbs of New Jersey and the metropolis of
New York City. We got off at the stop at Broadway and West 181st
Street. This was the same area that I came to the night before. What a
coincidence. Ehh, it was probably nothing. Many people live in this area. We
crossed the street and headed down Broadway. We went to a pizzeria
that was near the corner of West 189th Street and Broadway. It was good
pizza, I'll admit that. I should keep this place in my mind. We crossed
the street and entered his building, the same building that I had come
to the night before. Ok, now I was getting suspicious over this but I
kept my mouth shut. We went up to the fourth floor and we had actually
stopped in front of the same apartment door that I had been enraged over
my little brother. Jaime took out a set of keys and opened the door. I
looked inside and saw the same kid, little and innocent as ever. He
came running and gave a hug to Jaime and went back to watching the tv.
Jaime continued walking and I followed, wary of my surroundings.
"ISAIAH!!!!" I looked at him at how hard he can call out someone's
name. This tall dude came out in black boxer briefs, with his cock
sticking out of the fly. I was shocked. It was almost 9 inches and it was
sticking out. I got mad and ran towards him. I only took two steps and
Jaime grabbed my arm.
"ADRIAN, what the hell is up with you? Why are you trying to go
all out on my brother???" Jaime started yelling at me like he was mad. I
wanted to hurt that guy so badly. He was the one that hurt Max.
"HE FUCKIN HURT MAX!! WHEN YOU WERE SLEEPING YESTERDAY, MAX CAME
HOME SCARED SAYING THAT THIS ASSHOLE HURT HIM AND NOW I'M GONN HURT THIS
GUY!!!!"
I tried overpowering Jaime but I couldn't. He had me pretty much
locked into his arms. I couldn't move. I kept wiggling and trying to get
free but nothing.
"Jaime, who is this guy?? How does he know Max??" Jaime's brother
Isaiah just stared at me wondering what was going on.
"You, you fucking asshole. Maximillian Rodriguez is my little
brother. And I also know that you get your drugs of choice from Alexander
Rafael Rodriguez, my father." I was growling at this point because I
remembered that the little boy was in the other room. I had to get a grip.
I just couldn't. It wouldn't work. I was gonn hurt someone that I
loved and that asshole both at the same time.
"I felt Jaime's grip on my arm loosen so I took my chance. I
busted free from his grip and balled my hand into the tightest fist. I felt
funny. Like I was walking a straight line. Nothing else was visible.
Just my target. And I knew I had to reach it. I was about to punch him
when something caught my eye. Tan skin. Short hair. A baby face that I
have grown to love was now in my vision. And it was too late to stop.
Jaime.
Why does he have to be in that spot? Why at that time? Ohhh man,
please let me not hit him. My hand felt horrible. A scorching pain ran
through it. It was so horrible. I felt a liquid on my hand. I looked and
saw my hand had swollen up. I looked at Jaime. He was on the ground.
Not moving.
What had I done?
Hope everyone liked chapter 5. It took a lot longer than I thought, but
nonetheless, it was completed. With all interruptions, and the dead
ends I went through, I felt it was time to end this chapter. Oh well,
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