Chapter 6: Humble Service

I zipped up my jeans as I walked out of Angel's house. He still had another two buttons on his shirt to get, but he was in the comfort of his own home, so it didn't really matter.

"Wanna come over later this week?" Angel called as I walked down the walkway.

"Yeah, maybe," I lied as I matted down my hair.

I felt my phone vibrating as I reached the sidewalk & started heading to the center of town.

"What?"

"Where are you?" I heard Ray's voice. He was slightly irritated. Lovely.

"I just left someone's house."

"Get your ass over here now! I told you I had friends coming over & I wanted you here to fucking greet them!"

I crossed my eyes.

"I told another friend I'd be at some dumb school event."

"I don't care, I want you here."

I grunted,

"Who's coming over?"

"You'll find out when you get here," he snarled.

"Fine, I'll be home in like 10 minutes," I replied.

"Good," he said, hanging up.

I decided not to call Caleb & tell him. I figured if he was upset about it, he would call me later.

**********

When I walked in the door, Ray was placing pictures of me & him posing & smiling together in different places. Disney World, the Empire State Building, the Golden Gate Bridge, the Capitol Building & Fenway Park. I scoffed. All fake.

Ray was dressed in his military uniform with his hair slicked back & a shaved face.

"Go clean up. I don't want you looking like a slob in front of my friends."

I went to my room & changed into a button up shirt & jeans. I gargled some mouthwash while I matted down my hair more. It was messy enough from earlier in the afternoon. I spit out the mouthwash & headed back to living room where Ray was just opening the door to his friends.

The first man who walked in was Captain Olyston. I had met him once when I was 15. While I didn't believe he was actually homophobic, the stupid fuck never let up on the gay jokes & the gay name calling. I didn't like him, & while we wasn't an asshole like my uncle, he seemed to know nothing bout these things called manners. Granted, I wasn't exactly fit for Her Majesty's ballroom dances, but he treated me almost as if I was a slave. Rory get me this, get me that, get me these, get me those.

"Hey bottom boy, how ya doin'? I haven't seen you in a while," he said oh so affectionately as he shook my hand & walked over to the couch.

The second man who entered was Major Reed. I had first met him when I was 8, again when I was 11, 13 & last year. While he was from Missouri and not all that book-smart, he knew how to handle his men and his weapons. He could disassemble &reassemble an M2-E50 in 13 seconds. He wasn't all that mean, but he tended to ignore me, which was fine by me. There's a reason loners like being alone.

"Hello Rory," he said flatly as he extended his hand.

"Major," I replied as I shook his hand.

I looked over to see who would be the next idiot to walk into my home.

My jaw dropped.

Colonel Marley walked in & shook my uncle's hand. I met the colonel when I was 10 years old. I was at a servicemen reunion with my uncle & while he went & played with his friends, I was left alone by myself, no other kids, in the backyard on a swing. Colonel Marley was the only one who ended up coming over to me & actually seeming interested in this 10 year old kid. We talked about random stuff, he asked me what I liked to do, that kind of stuff. I immediately knew at the time I would never forget him, & I didn't. I was almost heart-broken when Ray said it was time to leave, but not before he gave me something he had picked up in a gift shop while he was visiting the area.

"Rory? Holy damn, you've grown since I saw you what, seven, eight years ago? Quite the man-to-be son, how the hell are ya? I see you still have that necklace I gave you," he asked me, giving me a heavy pat on the shoulder.

I didn't even realize I was toying with my necklace in my fingers. I don't think I had ever taken it off since he gave it to me.

"I'm doin' fine colonel," I said. To be honest, I felt...weak-kneed around him. Pretty gay, I know, but hey, he was like the father I never had.

"Yeah? Well that's good to hear. Stayin' out of trouble I hope," he smiled.

"Well he has quite a little drug history, don't you Rory?" Ray laughed. "He's been good lately, but most of his teen years I was pullin' him out of police stations for god knows what. Couple shop lifts, drugs, fights, all that."

I felt the blood rush to my face. If Ray was anybody else, I swear to god I would have killed him. He was humiliating me in front of the colonel. I felt ashamed to have him hear that. I cursed Ray silently.

"Uh oh. Well, glad to hear you're doin' better now son," Colonel Marley patted me on the back.

"Who wants a beer?" Ray asked as he guided his friends over to the living room.

*****

"Rory, get out here!" I heard Ray yell.

I cursed Ray silently again as I put my XY magazine on my nightstand & stuffed my hard, precum covered cock back into my jeans & zipped up. I got up & walked out of my room towards the living room where my uncle & his friends were still sitting around. Ray was drunk. Awesome.

"Get us four more beers," he ordered.

"Ray, I think you've had enough to drink tonight."

"I didn't ask for your fucking opinion asswipe, just get us some damn beers!" he barked.

"There's no more left, you drank them all," I snarled back.

"Then go look for more in the garage, or in my room, I don't care."

"And what if I can't find any then?" I put on a shit-eating grin.

"Would you just fucking look for them, please? God fucking dammit..." he groaned angrily.

I checked the garage for any extra beers. None. I went to his bedroom to see if he had any in his little refrigerator. He was all out. I decided to check my room next. I had a six-pack stowed away in my closet for my own personal alone time. I figured I could sacrifice a few to satisfy him. I was all out.

I can't get no satisfaction.

I walked back out to the living room & grabbed my black hoodie & the car keys. It was drizzling outside.

"Where do you think you're going?" Ray asked.

"I'm going out."

"Your uncle told you to get us beers," said Captain Olyston.

"There's none left, in the entire house, I checked," I said calmly as I curled my fingers into a fist they couldn't see.

Ray shook his head. You know, that 'unbelievable!' kind of shake where he obviously wasn't grasping what I was saying & just continued thinking I was fucking with him.

"Get the fuck out," he said.

I closed the door behind me & walked to Ray's car. I got in, backed out of the driveway & headed to Trent's house.

***

"You can't be here," Trent's brother said as he blocked the doorway when I pulled up to their house & started walking up the walkway.

"Says who? YOU?" I sneered. I reached into my pocket & pulled a Marlboro. I lit up with a lighter I had.

"Leave Rory," he said firmly.

"Make me, wuss," I said, pushing past him. Because Ross was smaller than me, we both knew I could take him down with no problem. Hell, even if he was bigger than me, the one good thing about having an uncle like Ray was I was highly trained in mixed martial arts & kickboxing. I shoved him roughly to the side as I made my way into his house. I headed to Trent's room. He was in there watching The Pacific. Just what I needed, more military thoughts. I knocked on the wall. Trent turned around.

"Rory, what are you doing here?" he asked.

"Do you have any six-packs?"

"Why?"

"Ray has company."

"You came all the way here to ask for beer?"

I blew an aggravated cloud of smoke into the air.

"We're all out."

Trent walked over to his closet, dug around behind it & pulled out a six-pack. He handed it to me as I offered him my cigarette. He took it.

"Wanna hang here?" he asked me.

"I can't. Ray's pissed enough, I don't wanna risk upsetting him more."

"How 'bout a quickie?" he smiled slyly.

"Fine. Make it a very fast quickie," I said.

Trent dropped to his knees & unbuttoned my jeans. He reached into my boxers & pulled my cock out. He stuck his fingers in a bit & I could feel them poking lightly at my ballsack.

He took my cock into his mouth & it became fully erect within a matter of seconds. I sighed in pleasure. He wasn't much of a fucker, but he was pretty damn good at sucking.

He sucked at my cock head, slurping string of clear fluid from the slit. He slid his lips down my shaft until his nose was brushing up against my pubic hair. I could feel the immense heat from the back of his mouth of my dick, which throbbed with each passing second. I wasn't looking for anything good, just something to get off to. But if Trent wanted to go above & beyond, well I suppose I could let him.

Unless you're an actual sex god, no blowjob on earth happens in a matter of seconds, & we both knew that. trent left my cock & instead licked my haired scrotum, coating both my testicles fully with warm, slippery spit. I grabbed my prick & beat it furiously, precum flying everywhere, splattering on Trent's face.

I closed my eyes & I didn't realize it, but I was groaning loudly as I felt his tongue swipe across the sparsely haired area between my balls & my anus.

My hips bucked wildly as I unloaded four blasts of cum all over Trent's face & cheeks. I sighed in satisfaction.

"Thanks," I said as I pushed my softening penis back into my pants while Trent wiped off the white mess from his face.

"No problem."

"I'll see ya later," I said, taking my cigarette back which he had rested on a table.

"See ya man."

I walked out of his room & left his house, beers in hand. I put them into the car & drove off.

My phone started ringing while I was halfway there. I looked at the caller ID. I rolled my eyes.

"Yes Caleb?"

"Hi Rory. What's up?"

"I'm driving home right now."

"Neat. Hey, you wanna see a movie tonight?"

"Can't. Ray has company over & I'm their little slave for the night."

"Oh. Well maybe tomorrow?"

"I don't know Caleb, maybe, maybe not."

"Ok. Well I'll see ya tomorrow then."

"Yup."

"Bye."

I hung up & made it home a few minutes later. The little fucker & I had grown to be more friendly, but he could still be, well...a little fucker. I grabbed the beers & headed into the house.

Ray was laughing about something. He was still sitting on the couch. I took a beer & threw it to him. To him, at him, whatever.

"It's about fucking time. Where the hell were you?" he hissed.

"Just drink," I muttered. I headed back to my room. I had unfinished business.

*****

I was just finishing up a joint when Colonel Marley came into my room a few hours later. It was around midnight.

"Hey Rory, how ya doin' buddy?"

"Fine sir," I said sloggily.

"If your uncle catches you doin' that..."

I looked up at him.

"He'll what, hug me & ask me to never do it again?" I laughed.

The colonel gave me a pitiful face. I hated being pitied.

"Rory, I'm well aware of what you've gone through over the years with Ray," he said, closing my door behind him.

"Your uncle would tell us stories at parties & other events about how you would misbehave or act in a way that didn't meet his expectations & how he would 'teach the kid a lesson'. I know he's abused you. I've know him for 25 years & I know what kind of man he is."

I looked at him.

"I'm moving here to Seattle within the next few days, permanently. In fact, I won't be too far away from here & I figure if you ever wanna talk about anything at all, I make a good audience. Problems at school, maybe questions about girls, issues with some drugs..."

I took a another drag.

"Rory, can you put that out?"

I dug the end of the joint into the palm of my hand where it seared into my skin & burnt out. What was left on my hand was a burn mark with excruciating pain flooding my hand like poison.

"Where did you get those beers earlier?"

"My boyfriend's house."

The colonel hesitated before saying anything.

"Oh, I see. So you're gay."

"Yup."

"Huh. I would have never guessed that."

"Not all gays are fags," I shot back, looking at the foot of my bed.

"I'm aware of that, my younger brother is gay & he doesn't act like the stereotypical gay man."

"Cool."

"Look, Rory, all I'm saying is that if you ever wanna talk to me, I'm moving in a few miles downtown."

I breathed in heavily. I looked up at him.

"I'm sorry Colonel."

"About what son?"

"About how I'm not the perfect kid I wish I was when you're around. Ray told you those things when you arrived & I felt so embarrassed to have you hear that," I said quietly.

He nodded his head.

"You're the only person who's been the closest to being a father figure to me, & I feel horrible knowing that you know that stuff about me."

I felt a heavy hand on my shoulder as I looked down.

"That stuff doesn't change how I think about you Rory, don't worry about that."

I managed half a smile.

"And you gotta quit doin' this stuff," he said, pointing to the joint I had put in a nearby ash tray, "and that." Now we was looking at my hand.

We talked about random stuff after that such as where I had lived, what was my favorite place, my boyfriend & ex boyfriends & afterward, it was time for Colonel Marley to leave. I stood up from my bed & I was surprised when he gave me a hug. Hugs were so alien to me & I could do nothing but be overcome by a sense of warmth. I had the urge to hug back, but I couldn't. It wasn't a lovey dovey hug, it was a man hug, but it still felt nice nonetheless. I said bye to Colonel Marlley, Captain Olyston & Major Reed. The two of them were a bit drunk & I honestly didn't care if they drove drunk. The colonel was sober though & I was glad about that.

Once they were gone, I helped Ray to his room at his request & then made my way back to my room where I undressed & slipped into bed. Sleep came an hour later.