This is a love story following the life of a young man who has a hard life at home and is told to leave when he comes out as gay. All the characters are fictional.
Warning - it contains m/m sex.
People Like Us Aren't Queer
Kyle was born in England six months after his mother and father emigrated from Uganda with their three year old daughter. His father had been promised a job and a new life in England but on arriving in Birmingham he soon found that the promise was based on lies. He was left with a wife, a young child, and another on the way with no job and nowhere to live.
The family managed to find a room in a rundown house in a very poor area of Birmingham and his father managed to obtain a job as a factory hand. It was hard work and he hated it. Being black brought its problems too. He became a bitter angry man and those nearest to him bore the brunt of it. Kyle was born on the 5 July. It was a sunny day and right from the start he was always a happy child who endeared himself to whoever saw him. He giggled and burbled away and when he was old enough to be looked after by whoever was prepared to do so, his mother got a job as a domestic to help with the family finances. His father never endeared himself to anyone, certainly not his employer, so never obtained promotion from the original job of unskilled factory hand he'd obtained when he first arrived.
When she was old enough, Kyle's sister would make his breakfast and his evening meal since his mother worked long hours so was never home earlier enough to do so. His father spent most of his non working hours in the local bar drinking which did little to help him or the family finances.
At the age of five he was packed off to school and Kyle looked forward to what he thought was going to be an adventure. The colour of his skin made him the butt of other kids' unkindness and when he was ten and in his early teens, he was bullied and called a sissy. He hated playing boy's games, especially those that involved fighting and pretending to kill people. He hated boxing and he hated football. All the things his classmates liked and his father expected him to do. He loved playing with his sister's dolls and dressing up in her clothes. In fact she encouraged him since she'd yearned for a sister so when Kyle was born she was disappointed but as time went by she realised having a younger brother who liked girlie things was just as good.
Kyle was tall for his age and filled out as the years went by so he would often be her protector. He was also a good looking young boy and by the time he was thirteen had plenty to show down below. Being a sixteen year old by this time, she noticed such things and often persuaded him to strip off, dress up in her panties and bra and cavort around the house. It never entered her head or his for that matter, that what she was encouraging him to do, was perhaps abnormal for a boy of his age but they had fun and it whiled away the many hours they were alone together. Her father was so strict that she was seldom allowed boyfriends of her own so Kyle provided good company.
As a young child, he'd often been caught dressing up in his sister's clothes and his father gave him many beatings for it and shouting that he was a sissy but the beatings had little effect. If anything they made Kyle want to do it more. As such, by the time he was in his early teens he was bullied endlessly at school by other boys and called names such as black queer'. cock sucker' and any other adjectives they could think up. He was often set upon by the bullies and on more than one occasion thrown out of the changing rooms naked whilst the others had their showers after football. He would wait in the corridor shivering until he could get back inside to collect his clothes, which had often been ripped and trampled on. His sister would wash and repair them before their mother or father found out.
His academic abilities were average but he was good at practical subjects. He loved working with his hands and always excelled. When he left school at the age of sixteen he managed to do so with GCSE's in English, Maths and general handicrafts. Not that his father congratulated him although his mother did seem pleased at the time.
He decided he wanted to learn a trade. In no way was he going to get an unskilled job like his father's so he applied to the local technical college and enrolled for an electrical course. His father made it quite clear that he had to pay his way at home or get out so he obtained a bar job, making out that he was eighteen which wasn't difficult because of his size, and used every hour he could to do his studies and attend college. By this time his sister had left home having at last found a boyfriend who soon made her pregnant. Kyle adored the little boy and spent what hours he could round at their tiny flat looking after him. Her boyfriend with whom she now lived, they never ever married, was a car mechanic. He was a good looking guy which was another reason why Kyle enjoyed visiting.
He finally finished his three year course and passed with flying colours. All he now had to do was find a job to use his new skills. In the meantime he'd met several guys at the gay bar he worked in, not that he dared tell his father he worked in such an establishment, and went out with several of them. By now he realised he enjoyed sex with guys and had no interest whatsoever in girls.
Foolishly he often took his boyfriends home and if his father met them he'd make his views clearly known.
"I won't have that type in my house" he'd shout after they'd gone.
"What type?" Kyle would ask, "What's wrong with them?"
"You know damn well what I mean so stop being so stupid" his father would reply often lashing out as he did so but Kyle was now taller and stronger than his father so the days of being beaten by him were well over.
His mother would just stand there watching and never say a word. She knew very well that her son was gay but she never stood up for him.
"Why don't you leave home and get your own place?" his sister said to him after one particularly bad row which ended up in Kyle calling round to her flat. She knew her brother was gay but it didn't bother her and nor did it bother her boyfriend who genuinely liked Kyle.
Kyle thought the matter over on more than one occasion and even started putting money aside when he could to build up some savings. His dream was to move to London. He'd heard that was the place to be.
On one particular night, Kyle had been out with a friend. He'd drunk far more than he should have done and staggered home in the arms of his then boyfriend. When they reached Kyle's home, he and his parents were now living in a council flat on an estate, Kyle pulled his boyfriend into his arms and they kissed. It was very passionate and hands started to roam with excitement. Suddenly the front door opened and Kyle's father was standing there. The boyfriend ran off leaving Kyle to deal with an irate father.
"You filthy brat" he shouted as he pulled his son inside. Kyle was drunk and his shirt was wide open. Even his trousers were unzipped and partially undone at the waist. If his father had not opened the door when he did, it was likely the two would have been sucking each off on the doorstep since it was now well past midnight.
"What have you got to say for yourself?" his father shouted as his mother peered from their bedroom door.
Kyle looked at his father and grinned. He was drunk and past caring what his father thought of him.
"I'm gay" he finally replied still grinning.
His father stepped forward and attempted to slap his son's face but even in his inebriated state he was quick enough to fend off the strike and held his father's hand in the air.
"Yeah, I'm queer, I'm a poof so stick that in your pipe and smoke it" he laughed.
His father raged and for a moment Kyle thought he was going to have a heart attack, not that he would have done anything to help if he had since he hated his father and he certainly had no respect for his mother.
"People like us aren't queer" his father shouted back.
"What, black people you mean?" Kyle laughed, "You fucking bigot; what do you know about it".
His father exploded and tried to hit his son again but the row had cleared Kyle's head so he was once again ready for the blow. This time he struck back and pushed his father onto the sofa.
"Fuck off; if you try and hit me once more I'll kick you out the door, you fucking bastard" Kyle shouted at the top of his voice.
"Get out of my house" his father shouted back more from fear than anger. He'd never seen his son like this before and nor had his mother who was still standing in the doorway.
"With pleasure" Kyle shouted and stormed out of the house. Once outside he suddenly realised he had nowhere to go. Fortunately he'd still got his mobile on him so he called his sister. When she heard what had happened, she told him to come straight round to her.
Kyle spent the night on the sofa in the living room but didn't sleep a wink. All night he was working out what he was going to do and how to do it. By the morning he had his plan.
"I'm going to London" he announced in the morning to his sister. Her boyfriend was standing in the doorway in his very sexy briefs and Kyle had a job to concentrate as he talked. He explained that he had some savings and would go back home to collect what things he wanted to take with him once his parents had left for work.
The parting was very emotional and even her boyfriend gave him a hug and a light kiss on the side of his cheek.
"You will keep in contact won't you?" his sister said as he walked out the door.
He said he would but knew that he'd never ever return to Birmingham and would never see or speak to his parents again. As expected, by the time he reached home they had both left for work. He made himself a sandwich to eat on the train down to London, packed a holdall with the clothes he needed, collected together a few other personal items and documents plus the laptop which he'd bought cheap from a friend a short while ago who was upgrading. He'd found the internet a fascinating place, especially when it came to gay porn!
Having got everything he needed packed into his holdall he made his way downstairs. He was just about to leave his front door key on the kitchen table when he remembered he'd given his mother his week's rent the previous day. His father always insisted on him giving it to her in advance each week so he went to the tin she kept the housekeeping in which she hid in a cupboard and removed the money he'd seen her put in the day before.
"You won't need that now" he laughed to himself as he pocketed the money.
As he closed the door behind him he had no regrets. His parents had done him no favours over the years. All they'd done was bring him into the world and he often had the feeling that even that had been a mistake. He set off with a spring in his step, walked down the road and straight onto the bus that would take him to the station.
Once there, he purchased his one way ticket to London and climbed onto the train once it was ready to board. He felt alive and happy for once in his life. Once he'd found a seat and stashed his holdall under his seat, he sat back and smiled. Suddenly he remembered he'd better ring the bar he worked in. He might want a reference from them so wanted to keep them sweet. He spoke to the manager, who in truth rather fancied Kyle, and made up a cock and bull story about having to go to London and wasn't sure when he'd be back.
"Okay Kyle, no problem but I won't be able to keep your job open for you more than twenty four hours" the manager explained.
Kyle said he fully understood and since he was going to be away at least three or four days to find someone else.
"I'll pay what wages you're owed into your bank account" the manager said, "If you come back then come and see me and I'll see what we can do; if you want a reference just contact me; I shall miss you Kyle, you were one of my best bar boys".
Kyle thanked him and smiled. The manager knew very well what he was doing and to be honest he didn't blame him. He was just sad that he was losing him and that he'd never had the opportunity to get into Kyle's pants!
Finally the train left and Kyle sat back, ate his sandwich and looked forward to starting a new life.
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