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Relationship Counseling

... was his mom’s side and his father had been killed in a car accident the previous summer. So, he was only boy there, but there were a smattering of uncles attending. All of the ladies and girls went to have a spa day. Some of the men were playing cards and grilling. Uncle Hal, who was actually divorced from his oldest Aunt Marjorie, asked him if he would tag along to the grocery store with him and Uncle Clarence. When they got into Uncle Clarence’s 1996 Ford Expedition, Uncle Hal remarked, “You slimmed up since I last saw you.” “Yes sir. Mama says I lost my baby fat,” Jayshawn said with little concern. “How do you like,” inquired Uncle Clarence. “It’s fine.” “We were just saying that it fits you,” Uncle Hal chimed in. “Thank you!” “Do you have a boyfriend, Jay,” Uncle Clarence changed the subject. “Uh. What,” Jayshawn stuttered. “A boyfriend,” the driver repeated. “Why would you ask me that? I like girls,” Jayshawn hissed. “Oh really,” laughed Uncle Hal. “You can drop the act with us. We’re not like you uptight aunties.” Uncle Clarence added, “We been seeing switch around for years and play with dolls. We ain’t judging.” “Okay,” Jayshawn began his confession. “I like boys, but I don’t have a boyfriend.” “Why not,” Uncle Hal pressed. “I don’t know how to get one,” Jayshawn sighed. “Oh I bet you do,” said Uncle Clarence. “But I have another question. Do you like boys or men?” “I like men,” Jayshawn shared quickly. “Do you like us,” Uncle Hal quizzed. “Of course! You’re my ...

... uncles,” the effeminate nephew replied. “But, do you really like us,” Uncle Clarence prodded. “Have you ever had a dream about one of us being your boyfriend?” “Huh,” Jayshawn stammered. “I think you have,” Uncle Hal insisted. “You were staring at us all day. I caught you looking in between our legs.” “But I…,” Jayshawn whispered nervously. “Don’t worry, Jay,” Uncle Clarence reassured him. “We liked it. And, we wanted to see if you wanted to look closer.” “I don’t wanna get in trouble,” Jayshawn countered. “We ain’t gonna tell if you don’t tell,” Uncle Hal informed him. “You sure,” Jayshawn checked. “Absolutely,” Uncle Clarence said as he turned into a motel parking lot. “Okay,” Jayshawn beamed. The gold SUV came to stop in front of room number two. The two middle aged men exited the vehicle and Jayshawn followed. Uncle Hal unlocked the door of the shabby accommodation and led the way in. The uncles sat on the creaky bed and spread their legs. There was a cooler full of beer from which they asked him to give each of them one. “Now, if we show you ours, you gotta show us yours,” Uncle Clarence set the ground rules. “Alright,” smiled Jayshawn as he shuffled out of his shorts and briefs. “Shit,” laughed Uncle Hal. “That thing is tiny. And, we don’t wanna see it. We wanna see the back side.” Jayshawn twirled around. “Boy, you got an ass like a grown woman,” Uncle Clarence declared. “Now check this out.” Uncle Clarence pulled out his fat seven inch tool and then Uncle Hal produced his ...