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... shoulder. "You done it yet?" I felt awkward being so close to him. I wondered if his hand could sense my tension, my unease. "No." He would know if I lied. "Man, what you waitin' for? I get pussy alla time. Whatsa matta wit you?" I didn't like where this was going, I didn't like the sound of his voice, his closeness. I started to draw away, but the hand that was just resting on my shoulder grabbed hold of my shirt. I wasn't going anywhere. "I know whatsa matta with you" he said. "W-w-w-what?" I said, almost choking. He moved his face closer and growled in a low, cutting voice: "You a queer." I was like a cornered animal, my heart was beating against the walls of my chest. I pulled away again, fighting his grip on my clothes. "Where you think you're goin?" His voice was low, almost a whisper, but every sound he made sliced into me like a hot knife. "I didn't show you what I brought you in for." He relaxed his grip slowly. I might have run, but by then I knew there was no chance. He could handle anything I tried. He took his hand off me and put it down by his side. I looked down and watched what he was doing: pushing the front waistband of his sweatpants down, exposing the biggest, darkest thing I had ever seen. He pulled it up out of his pants and it hung there. I couldn't believe the size: not just the length, but the fatness of it. Before it tapered slightly at the end, it was as wide around as my wrist. "What are you doing?" I said, still looking at the thing. "You gonna ...

... suck me off." Now I looked up at him. "No I'm not." "Think again motherfucker. You either git down on yo knees or I kick yo ass so bad you be beggin to suck it." The world stopped. I stood there, unbelieving, hearing the low noise of the traffic outside, and the wail of faraway police sirens. I looked towards the door, wondering if I could run outside to my father and Ken. "He ain't helpin' you. He be too busy suckin' my Dad's dick." I must have looked stunned, he must known he cut me good from the look on my face, because he added: "Yeah, that's right, you know it." "My Dad wouldn't do that!" It was the first time I had raised my voice, he had said something so revolting I couldn't allow it to remain unchallenged. "You Dad's a fuckin' faggot, just like you. 'Sides, when my Daddy needs some he just takes it. Don't matta who." He paused a moment, and I could see a thought develop by the way he started to smile. "Tell you what -" Oh! What an evil smile! " - you so sure about yo Daddy - if you walk outta here right now you can forget about suckin' my cock." His eyes were knowing and sure; he was happy with this new torment he discovered. "Go ahead. Open the door. Go see what's goin' on out there." I just stood there. I looked at the door, and wondered what would see in the living room when I opened it; I looked back at Kyle, standing there with his hands on his hips, and that big black thing arching out of his pants. I just stood there. "Go ahead man." He stepped back a few feet ...