By: Julien
This story is 100% fictional and is by no means depictive of the life of any person, place or thing. It contains sexual activities between males and should only be read if it is legal to do so in your area. Read at your own risk and enjoy. Comments are welcomed and would be very much appreciated. ENJOY!
"So how is it? Did you meet any cute guys? Tell me everything Stephen?" I hadn't been home less than three minutes and already the badgering had begun. My father was up in arms because I refused to let him pick me up from the airport, instead, taking an overpriced taxi service. Lillian was on me like bees to honey begging to hear everything that I had done over the last year and a half offering me not a moment of peace to just sit and relish being in my own house and own room again. Everything had changed and it gave me a somewhat uneasy feeling. "Calm down Lil, shit, gimme a chance to unpack and then I promise we'll talk ok." "Ok sailor boy but you better hurry it up, I want to hear all the juicy details of who you fucked or who fucked you." I turned to look at her mouth wide opened. This was not the Lillian that I remembered. "Be brash why don't you. For your information I didn't fuck or get fucked, YET!" That had her on the floor rolling around and laughing at the top of her lungs. "We'll see, I might have to turn you over my knee and do a physical just to make sure." "Get out Lil or I won't tell you anything." She stuck her tongue out at me and shut the door, the glee still apparent in her voice.
This last year had been the best of my life. Traveling up and down to Malaysia and Hong Kong had especially been the best. I had met at least three sailors and a marine that were just like me and of course we had gotten close in more ways than one. A matter of a fact, I had invited my bunkmate Shane to come and visit when his leave took effect in three days. What I enjoyed most about the Navy was the opportunity that I had to see life outside of Mississippi, outside of the United States, life outside of my life. But there was always that hunger that I had to come back home to roost because as Dorothy said it best, 'there's no place like home'. And just as importantly, I thought of the one man that had sustained my sexual drive for the year that I was away and hoped that I would see him soon. Every jerk off fantasy involved him and the few times that I managed to 'get together' with another man, I thought of him. Foolish? Of course but nothing beats the feeling of a first crush. I was madly, deeply, truly in lust with Marcel and I didn't see signs of that changing anytime soon. Of course crushes are totally harmless, right? "Stephen get down here." My father called breaking me out of thought and it was a good thing too cause I was springing a woody and now was just not the right time. I hurriedly changed out of my uniform and put on a navy t-shirt and a pair of jeans. On my way down the steps I noticed that a suitcase lay at the foot of the stairs. "Daddy who's..." I stopped in my tracks as I came face to face with someone that I just didn't want to see now or ever for that matter. "What the fuck is she doing here?" I called out watching my fathers' face fall and a frown take over. "Watch it Stephen. Don't you have anything to say?" "Yeah, fuck you!" and I was out the door running. I heard my father calling after me but I didn't turn back. I heard Lillian calling my name but I refused to acknowledge her. How could he do this to me? A time that was supposed to be mine, ruined by that bitch that had the nerve at one point in time to call herself my mother.
It had been at least ten years since I had seen her. Ten years that I had been happy with it just being the two of us. Ten years of male bonding that had led to a trust that I thought would never exist between my father and me and now this shit. How could I ever trust him again after he pulls a stunt like this? You don't know the circumstances of her leaving. I can't even bear to use her name or any name for that matter. She doesn't deserve any title, not after what she did. We had been a somewhat well off family, pretty well off after my grandfather had passed away leaving us with a small fortune. Before this time we were living from hand to mouth, pay check to pay check. It was a miserable existence but after my grandfather died it became more livable. Now let me make something clear. My father had raised me and even though that bitch stuck around for ten years of my life, my father was the one that provided my emotional and physical needs. While she was out hoaring around, my father was there with me assuring me that he would never leave me. Ten years of this shit and I knew well enough what type of mother I had. After a while, I stopped trying to defend her. And then it happened, my father had been gone for three weeks and I had been left alone with her and one of her newbies. She didn't even try to hide me away. "Who the hell is that?" "Forget him baby, you ain't his daddy." "You damn right but tonight I'm gonna be yours." She had laughed at his silly jokes and had taken him into my fathers' room and had fucked him silly. I remember covering my ears trying to will away the moans and groans and wishing that she would just die. It was on the night of my fathers' return that I had to go through what no child should ever have to experience. I was in my bed asleep one moment and the next; I was forced upon by her boyfriend. I had cried and had begged but it didn't stop. I was molested. I don't enjoy talking about the details but I will tell you that by the time he was done with me, I felt like I wanted to end my own life. At that age I was well aware of what was happening to me and I was aware of what that made me. If it weren't for my screams she wouldn't have known what had happened. "Shut up kid!" He had whispered as I bit down into his skin. He had screamed and had tried to cover my mouth again. The next thing I knew she was in there, eyes red and temples flaring, I'm sure preparing to tell me to shut up. But when she saw him on top of me naked, she dragged him off of me and tried to beat him up. Needless to say, when it was over, we both had the scars to show for it. That night had been a breaking point for me and I let myself get cut off from her completely. After that she was willing to change but it was too late. It took for her only child to be violated for her to realize what she had. I had never told my father what had happened and neither did she. One day I had come home from school and realized that she had packed up all of her shit and had gone. The happiest day of my life. And now this. I didn't even know my father knew where she was. He never talked about her, ever. I stopped running when I saw the familiar scenery of a graveyard and made my way in. I could feel my breathing become heavy and tears begin to fall down my face. The memory of such a traumatic experience that I hadn't dear think about in ten years was all coming back to me full force now and I didn't or couldn't handle it. I found a shaded spot by a mausoleum and sat down and lay my head into my lap and wept.
"Where have you been? You have any idea how much we were worried about you?" I didn't even look up as I made my way to my room. "What's the matter Stephen? Why are you acting like this?" I stopped and turned around, a sinister smile plaguing my lips. "How can you even ask that? You bring her in our house and have the nerve to ask me why I'm acting like this?" He sighed and hung his head, "I know that you're upset about her leaving us but Stephen that was years ago. Your mother..."
What?" "Your mother..." "Don't you fucking dear call her that. She's not my mother ok. And as long as she's here, I won't be." "Stephen!" he called after me but I wouldn't hear it. I took refuge in my room and started to repack my things. If I hurried, I could probably get a return flight to San Diego and rent a hotel room till my leave was up. The knock at my door didn't faze me a bit. Again that light tap bore into my thoughts. Grabbing my bag I got up and flung upon the door expecting my father to be there pleading with me to stay, instead, it was her. As she opened her mouth to speak I pushed past her and ran downstairs as quickly as possible. "Where are you going to go?" "Home!" "You are home Stephen. Please let us sit and talk about this, please." "No, I gotta go." And again, as before, I ran.
Well this part has minimum to do with the recruiter but inquiries were made about why a mother was not in the picture. Hope to get on track again saw and get some action going. Hope you enjoy it!!!