This story is completely fictional. Any resemblance to real life situations is clearly coincidental.
I previously wrote a story for this web site and received great response. I decided to write a larger more substantial story. In doing so I came up with a book size story that I really liked, so I wanted to submit it by chapters and get people's feedback. I may work this story for a manuscript to send to publishers. SO feel free to contact me.
Warning: I will be submitting in sections by chapters. Not all chapters will have graphic erotic content. This story does contain graphic language, sex and situations thought out.
Chapter 5
I sat in the outhouse all tucked up. My whole life was a lie, my dad's life was a lie, and there I sit shaking, and vomiting like a wimp. I should have smacked the old man upside the head. I could never look at him, and respect him again. That was all over with.
"I was so stupid!"
I began to rant like a crazy man, " How could I not know? Am I some kind of moron? How could they do that to Anne? Oh God, how could they do that to Mom?"
I wept uncontrollably as I did the day my mother died. I wasn't sure what death was, but I knew I would never see her again, so I wept for weeks.
I thought out loud, "What was Dad doing when I was weeping every night for mom. He was over at Uncle Jacks! He was probably boozing and fucking the day after Mom died. He should have been home with me. I needed him so bad, but Uncle Jack kept saying he was coming over because he needed to mourn. Why was I such a stupid little kid to believe him?"
"Jett!" I heard my name ring out from the woods. It was Uncle Jack. I huddled closer into a ball.
"Jett where are you?"
The voice was getting closer so I quickly looked for the lock on the outhouse and slammed the door locked. Huddled again I tried not to breath so he couldn't here me in there. I heard footsteps walking in the grass, and a shadow came over the holes that allowed sunlight to come into the small building.
"Jett I know your in there, I followed your tracks, and your blood to the door.
I didn't say a word; I just wanted Jack to go away. I had no intentions of ever seeing either of them again. I was old enough, and smart enough to make it on my own, and that is what I was going to do.
"Jett, you appear to be bleeding real bad. Please let me help you."
I could feel my body stinging pretty bad in a couple places, but I still didn't trust him.
"Jack!" I finally screamed out the door. "I want you to get me a boat, and a plane to take me out of here. I want to be taken home, and I don't want to see either yours or Dad's face ever again. So get on that high powered phone of yours, and get it done, now!"
"Jett, let's be reasonable. Your dad and I love you. We just thought..."
"You both lied to me Uncle Jack! Especially you with your friendly open love crap! When did you both start fagging on each other? Huh? Was it the day after Mom died? When I was crying myself to sleep at home, you were fucking Dad at your house every night! Weren't you? The old bitch was out of the way so now the two faggots could play!"
"Jett I am not going to talk to you through this door. You are bleeding like crazy. Let me attend to your bleeding, and we can sit down, and talk to each other like rational men."
"Rational men? What the hell does that mean? You two were so rational to bring me here! Oh let's bring the little gymnast to the island. He is probably gay, aren't all the gymnasts? We can have sex in front of him, and maybe he will join in. He won't mind if through his whole life he thought we were friends when we really were fuck buddies, because hell, he will be turned on when he sees us doing it. Was that the plan Jack?"
"Damn it Jett! I am going to break the damn door down!"
"Well break the damn door down! Ain't that what fucking football players are good for! I can see the headlines now, 'Jack Attack, Kicks The Shit Out of Defenses and Outhouses!'"
In an instant, before I could even move. The door came crushing in on me. Uncle Jack tried to grab me, but there was nothing to grab but sweat and skin. I slipped past him getting outside and behind him. With all my might I tried to kick him in the balls, but he moved, and I missed, falling flat on my ass. In no time he was on top of me pinning me to the ground. I wept uncontrollably. "Why me?" I just want to die! I just want to die!"
"Jett! Oh God Jett! This is my entire fault. Your dad he wanted to talk to you, but no I had a better plan. You're right. I was so sure you were gay. I just thought if you happened on to us, you would be cool with it, because you were feeling the same things that we were. Oh please Jett don't hate your dad! Please hate me! God please hate me!"
"Get off me you fag!" I wiggled my way away from Uncle Jack, and just sat there on the grass.
"Jett your side has a big gash!"
"Leave me alone!" I pushed my Uncle away from getting any closer.
"So tell me when did you two start doing it? I got to know when you started!"
Uncle Jack sat down next to me. "We started our first year in college. We thought we were just playing around, but then we just kept doing it and doing it."
"So Mom was a fucking lie! Don't you see I am a lie, Dad never loved Mom, everything was a damn lie!"
"No Jett! You don't understand things were different back then! I mean we could never be open, and your Dad, he never loved me! The day he met your mom he dumped me sexually until years after she died. Your dad he doesn't think he is gay at all. He loved your mother more than anything in the world. The same way he loves you. Jett there is nothing about you or your mother, that was ever a lie."
"Dad doesn't think he is gay? Who the hell does he think he is fooling! Straight men don't do what you two were doing Jack!"
"I know! I know! He does it only with me, and he thinks he is straight because it is only me."
"But why? What made you start doing it?"
"I don't know, I mean I have always been gay, and your dad well we got so close, and one day we were smashed, and decided to play truth or dare. The next thing I knew he dared me to suck his cock, and I was all over it. But it was only love from me Jett. I loved your dad but not even till this day has he had love for me. I am just what he calls his occasional cock, balls, and ass!"
I pulled my face from between my legs and looked up at my uncle. "So why didn't you just dump him, and find someone else?"
"Well I guess sometimes I tried, or I just wanted to make him jealous. When we were in college we started getting teased about being homos. So I started going on dates, and your dad met your mother. We had no choice. Your dad he fell in love, and he finally found a woman who he could feel such strong affection for. He wasn't going to let that go. We remained buddies, and I stepped back. I loved your mother dearly, and I loved so much that your dad was happy; that I did what I thought was best. When the Pros came for the two of us, I knew we could never be together. Your dad rushed out, and married your mom as fast as he could. They tried to have children, but the doctors came back, and said your dad was shooting bullets. That they could never have kids. Finally one day a doctor suggested that your dad quit wearing a jock strap all the time. I don't know what fetish he had over that thing, but 6 months after he stopped wearing it, your mother got pregnant with you. You were our miracle baby, because they tried after you, and again the doctors said he was shooting bullets."
"So you just started up again?"
"Well I think your dad was drunk again one night at my house; after one of your Junior High football games. Well he just followed me to bed, and we started up again."
"What about Anne? I mean she has a right to know!"
"Anne knows everything! Your Dad and Anne have sort of an agreement. Neither is in love with each other but they like to share company. I am not sure your father is capable of love for anyone except you, and your mother."
"Well he has to have feelings for you! I mean I have seen him look at you this weekend, and he argues with you like you are some old married couple. I mean remember after your bike accident, he stayed at the hospital for over a month until you woke out of the coma. God why didn't I see it then?"
"He did?"
"Yeah if I wanted to see him, I had to go to the hospital to see him. He held your hand, and read to you, and talked to you about the old football days! You never knew?"
"No. Jett, I never knew. Jett, can you keep a secret?"
"What?"
"I am serious here Jett!"
"I can! Ok!"
"There never was a bike accident. There was a time when I would prey on guys who seemed curious about it. You know, I would meet them at the gym, and they seemed like they would try it if it came along. I did it to make your dad jealous. I met this one guy, and well I took him out, and brought him home, and as usual I drugged his drink. I beat him off, I took him home, and prayed he would never remember. Well this guy did, and he followed me where ever I went. Finally one night he beat the shit out of me with a baseball bat after I came out of the bar. He left me for dead! Well your dad met me at that bar that night, and luckily parked his car next to my Harley. I mean really lucky for me! He saw me there, and he knew what happened. He knew it couldn't get into the press. So he threw me in his car, drove my bike down the street, and jumped off it ditching it on the road. I mean not only was he smart enough to save my life that night, he saved my reputation."
"Shit! And he says he doesn't love you?"
"Jett! I am so sorry about today. I really screwed this whole thing up. I mean I really thought you were gay. After yesterday I was so sure of it! I would have bet over a million dollars on it! I mean we just thought you were so distracted and frustrated lately. We thought for sure you were having sexual identity problems. We really only wanted to try and help you come out, so you could be free of whatever has been ailing you lately."
Everything that was bottled up in me was aching to come out. I thought of the dreams, and my mind visualized Dad and Uncle Jack. With all the emotions I had inside and all the feelings I was developing for Uncle Jack I couldn't hold on to my demons any longer.
"Hell I ain't no angel either Uncle Jack! I just don't seem to get it any more. I mean things were so easy in high school. Sure guys ribbed me because I was a gymnast that I was gay, but all I had to do was kick ass on the football field, and date a different girl every week. Poof, everything was ok! College is so different. I mean there are openly gay people on campus, and most people say, 'hey that's cool, they know who they are!' I mean guys are hitting on you, and they are normal men like you or me or dad. There are gay clubs, and you just start thinking about it. Nothing is automatic anymore."
"So what do you think about?"
"Why I can't fall in love with a girl? Why I think it is cool to wrestle around with some guy? I mean nothing is black and white anymore to me Uncle Jack. Next thing I knew I kept thinking about other guys' cocks, or I had dreams about having sex with a man. I wanted to die. Then it just got worse."
"Well it is ok to think and fantasize those things Jett! There is nothing wrong with it."
"No it gets worse. I mean I beat off the other night thinking about yours and dad's cocks. I mean what kid in this world beats off over his own dad's cock?"
"One who is gay, and starving to try it. One who has a dad as beautiful as yours. That's who, and you aren't alone in this world!"
I couldn't hold my emotions in anymore. I lurched toward Uncle Jack, and hugged him, "I am so damned scared Uncle Jack! I don't want to be gay! I don't want you or dad to be gay. I just want us all to be normal. Why couldn't God just make us like everyone else!"
Uncle Jack pulled me in closer to him, and like a magnet our lips found each other. We held a long hard kiss, and then he stuck his tongue into my mouth. I wanted it, and accepted it. We both lay back on the ground. We kept rolling back and forth for about 15 minutes in a death grip of passion fondling each other wherever we wanted. Finally Uncle Jack pulled away from me shouting out, "We can't do this Jett!"
"Why not?" I protested. " You want it, I want it, and you are the one I really want for my first time."
"I'm your Uncle!"
I was crazed. That didn't matter to me anymore. Now was the time for me to have my first man-ton-man sex. All that ran through my mind was I wanted Uncle Jack more than anything. I screamed out, "You're not my uncle! Your just a friend of Dad's who he seems to not love, but wants to fuck all the time!"
"Don't you see what is happening here? I am falling for you Jett! You are the spitting image of a man I fell in love with years ago. I can't get that guy to love me so I am falling for someone who is just like him, because that person might. It's wrong Jett!"
My body took over all control over my mind. I ached so bad inside like a dog in heat. In one quick leap I put Uncle Jack into a full nelson pushing his face into the ground. His backside rose up off the ground as he tried to get out of my grip. Without a sane thought in my head I penetrated myself all the way inside him.
"Damn it Jett! That hurts like hell! Please don't do this Jett, I am begging you!"
More anger started releasing from me, "You fucking teased me, and now you don't want to do it! Screw you Uncle Jack!"
I started thrusting uncontrollably as Uncle Jack begged for me to stop in between screams of pain. I wanted this for two years now, and now that I started nothing with any sense would be able to stop me.
"You like my big cock up your ass don't you, you pussy football player!"
As I continued on top of Uncle Jack, I could only hope that I was hurting him. I wanted to hurt him. I was hoping Dad was watching in the bushes because I wanted to hurt him too. I wanted payback from the never-ending vision I had of them in the cove.
Uncle Jack just began moaning louder and faster as I pumped harder and faster. "I'm going to shoot," mumbled out of his mouth. The next thing I knew he was letting out the loudest whine I have ever heard. He suddenly collapsed to his stomach, and I continued pounding his limp body until I released everything inside me inside him. It was better than anything I had ever experienced in my life. I wanted to hold him underneath my body forever. I loved the way he felt underneath me. I loved making love with him. But no matter how much I loved it, and him, he was right, this was wrong. I finally collapsed and rolled beside him.
"Damn it Jett, I told you no!"
I just ignored his comment, and lay on my back trying to catch my breath.
Uncle Jack rolled over putting his hand on my stomach. "Don't you get it Jett, I never let anyone but your dad do that to me. That I saved just for him, just for the love I wanted to give him!
Uncle Jack slapped my chest hard and turned away. I could tell he was angry with me, but he also showed anger towards something else.
"Well, except for when Old Willard used to bang me!" He whined out into the summer air.
"Who is Willard?" I asked.
"Oh Jett, we have given you such a sheltered and protected life! I hope some day someone doesn't just walk up to you and shoot you. I'm not sure if your Dad ever talked with you about this, but when I was a kid I didn't have that great of a life."
"He mentioned that you really don't talk to anyone in your family, and it was an abusive childhood for you."
"Well my Pa had a falling apart, failing ranch we lived on. Anyway he hired this real bad man named Willard as a ranch hand because he was willing to do it for food, and a place to sleep. Our old ranch house had two bedrooms, and one bath. Pa and Ma, well, they weren't going to let Willard sleep in their room so old Willard slept in mine, and they moved my younger sister and brother in their room. I was 14 at the time, and wasn't going to fight anyone on the idea. About the second night Willard was there, he came in the room drunk, and I thought he must be mistaking me for someone else, because he hopped in my bed, and shoved his fat cock up my ass banging me till he was drained."
"Why didn't you tell your parents?"
"My parents weren't like your Dad. They didn't want to hear something like that. Also, I liked it. I mean it hurt like hell at first, but I would have multi-orgasms when he did it. I mean it took him a long time to finish. It became a big turn on for me to have this sweaty, alcohol smelling, muscle guy on top of me banging away. I had a feeling I was gay before that, but when I liked it I knew for sure I was gay. So when Willard was horny, I got it. Jett, you just legally raped me, and I have to admit I enjoyed it. We all have little things in our heads that makes us think we are going crazy. This one is mine!"
"Sorry to hear you had such a rough life when you were younger. I am surprised you're not an angrier person."
"Well there is always a hate and anger you develop from rape. I don't know how to explain it, but I would just take all that hate out into sports. In high school I just went ballistic on the football field. But my hate never derived from Willard, even though what he was doing was wrong. My hate stemmed at my parents, who were the ones who were supposed to be protecting me. They knew it was happening, and let it happen. You see everyone was afraid Willard would kill them in their sleep, so no one would mess with him. Rightfully so, because Willard is on death row right now for killing a couple in Texas.
"Man he could have killed you!"
"Naw, I think he secretly loved me! He said he did many times. So now that you raped me are you glad you got all that out of your system?"
Guilt ran through my body. Now that Uncle Jack had poured out the truth, it smacked me in the face how badly I forced myself on him. "I'm really sorry I did that! I was a crazed maniac that was being teased! I wanted to hurt you because I wanted you, and you were backing out. In a way I thought I was hurting Dad, and I wanted to do that too. It just doesn't make sense to me. I would give anything in the world not to be gay, but still I am like this!"
"Sexuality is a great mystery in the world. I am not going to try and tell you I know all the answers. So can we take this back to the cabin, and talk with your Dad?"
"No, I can't go back there yet. With you it is easier, I suspected you were gay. Hell I was hoping you were gay, but with Dad, I still feel there is a big lie there. He purposely lead me on that he was straight. I mean I kept saying to myself I want to be a man like my dad all my life, and in reality I never knew what kind of man he was. It is like my image of him has been shattered, and now I am not sure who he is."
"I kind of thought that. Well why don't we do this, I will go get you the sleeping bag, and some food and drink, and bring it back to you. I will bring back the first aid kit, and attend to your gashes. When you are ready, come back and visit us. Anything else you need?"
'Yeah! Can you bring my bag, I am really tired of being naked."
"Sure Kid"
"You know what Uncle Jack, there is one more thing you can do for me. I got a plan of my own. I will tell you all about it when you get back!"
We both hugged with a quick peck on the lips, and Uncle Jack got up, and walked into the woods, and out of sight.