Drew

Chapter 1

I moved in with Uncle Frances after my mom killed herself and my dad on her 10th birthday. Happy birthday to me, right? I used to think about it all the time, waking up, screaming, drenched in my own sweat. I always hoped it wasn't real, that I dreamed it all up. I knew that wasn't the case. My uncle always brought me tea when I had my nightmares and told me personal stories until I fell asleep. My sister, Angela, doesn't have nightmares as often since I didn't let her in the room when it happened. She has nightmares about me. She worries a lot about me. She has no idea what I saw, and she heard me in the middle of the night, she pretended she didn't. In 7th grade, we would all play spa, Angie, Uncle Fran and I. I painted my nails and dyed my hair, it was a fun game. But when I went to school, I got jumped a lot and called a fag. For awhile, it was amusing. The other kids taunting me about my sexuality when they actually had no clue what I was. The thing is, though, I am gay. The words only started to hurt when I realized that it wasn't a joke, I was being discriminated. I wasn't out, but I was pretty obvious about it. At this time I was 14. During Spring break of 8th grade, I told my uncle I was gay. He said,"Young boy, I know. But others might give you shit for this, don't let them. You're strong. You've been through hell and back but you're still here, you're still alright. I don't want you to ever be ashamed of being who you are. People are attracted to people, it's as simple as that. Who cares who exactly it is. Some are straight, some are gay, some are bisexual. And every single one of those, they're okay. You are you and I love you for that. You're a great boy, you deserve the best. And I hope you weren't afraid to tell me, just in case you forgot about the hot bachelor of mine in the other room." Uncle Fran looked in the living room and waved at the bronze man with his shirt off in the middle of the floor. "Holy shit, uncle Fran, he's hot." I couldn't stop looking at his tight abs as he stretched across the yoga mat. "Mm.. I know. He's a student, he isn't mine. Feel free." Uncle Fran chuckled and went outside to light a cigarette. I walked over to the majestic creature and smiled. "Hey, I'm uh, Drew." He paused the T.V. and looked at me. A grin wiped across his face as soon as he got up. "Mmm, hey Drew, I'm Anthony, or just Tony. You choose." I felt my face starting to get red the more he talked. "Where's uh, your room at, Drew?" Tony questioned, biting the bottom of his lip. "Over there." I point to the left towards my room. "Mind if we check it out?"
"No, let's go."
Tony and I start walking to my room, my heart's pounding out of my chest, how old is this dude? Who cares? I walk inside and close the door behind us. "You're cute, Drew. Do you mind?" Tony tugged at my shirt, was he asking for me to take it off? "Not at all." Tony took off my shirt and started kissing my neck. Tony started bringing us to the bed, I reached down and grabbed his bulge. He moaned really loud and I was nervous Uncle Fran would hear. Then I remembered he didn't care. "Glad we're on the same page, Drew." Tony removed his lips from my neck and began kissing my lips. Our kiss began to get faster and sloppier, our tongues smacking together, our lips caressing. He began unbuckling my pants and mine. He threw me on the bed and started kissing down my body. We ended up having sex, really amazing sex resulting in me losing my virginity. Uncle Fran came into my room, screeching. "You were so loud, keep it down next time! You must've been good, he left his number." Uncle Fran picked it up with two fingers and handed the paper to me. He handed me a cigarette and lit it for me before he walked out of the room. I texted Tony before going to sleep.

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