This is my first story and submission and I hope you like it. This is a fiction story and everything including the cities is fiction but I may use even real city names in other chapters. This chapter does not contain any sexual encounters because I am trying to take things easy and start it like that but the upcoming chapters may contain many sexual encounters. As it is, story is not about sex only but love between two men. Comments are very important to me whether positive or negative.
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George was sitting in his room reading a magazine when suddenly he heard the living room door opened and slammed with great force. Fear slipped through him because he knew that his uncle was drunk. His uncle was very cruel to him but he knew he could not do anything. His uncle had taken him in when his parents died when he was only 16 but now he was 18 and a high school graduate.
George closed his magazine, got out of his room and started heading downstairs slowly. Soon as he reached the living room, he saw his uncle dead drunk sleeping on the carpet snoring like hell. He hated the smell of beer and he almost puked when he smelled how the air in the living room was. It smelled strongly of beer. He knew he would be sick if he stayed too long in the living room so he locked the entrance door to the living room, switched off the lights in the living room and went upstairs to sleep. Soon as he got to his room he stripped to his boxer briefs, switched off the light and then moved under the covers and drifted off to sleep.
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It felt like a dream but George felt a heavy weight on top of him. It was like a dream but it felt so real and when he opened his eyes he found his uncle on top of him kissing his neck like it was the last thing he was to do on this earth.
"Uncle" George shouted.
"Please get off me. What are you doing?"
George tried to throw his uncle off of him but he couldn't, his uncle was muscular and he over powered him. He began shouting so much that his uncle covered his mouth.
"Stop shouting you little piece of shit! I am sure you want this more than I do so just stay still" George heard his uncle growl.
George's uncle had always called him a faggot but he had never attempted to do what he was doing currently. George knew that his uncle always acted strangely when drunk but this was the first time he had attempted something like this.
Covering George's mouth with one hand, he used the other hand to unzip his own trouser and George knew what was coming next. He knew if he did not act fast his uncle would rape him. George was turned so that he was lying on his stomach. His uncle started pulling down his boxer exposing his hairless bare ass and he could feel his uncle's hand touching his ass. Then he felt it, his uncle was already hard and any moment he would be raped. Although George was held firmly on the bed that he could barely move, he moved his hand and started searching for something, anything to save himself from what was about to be inflicted on him.
He felt his clock on the small table beside the bed and never in his life had he been glad that clock was there. He took it immediately and hit his uncle hard on the head continuously until he heard his uncle groaning in pain. This was his chance. He threw his uncle off him and he heard a thud on the floor as his uncle hit the floor cursing George with all kinds of insults. George quickly got up and got out of the room and he still could hear his uncle's curses as he got to the living room. That night he went to the guest room, locked himself up, threw himself on the bed and cried himself to sleep.
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George was awoken by a loud bang on the door. He immediately opened his eyes and knew it was morning because there was light in his room coming from the window partly covered.
"Come out here you stupid little faggot"
George knew his uncle was angry and he was not ready to meet him in that state so he just ignored him.
"Open this door or I will break it and trust me you won't like what will happen"
He continued banging on the door and raining insults on George to open the door. Then he started kicking and George knew e had to comply.
George knew that he had to let his uncle him or he would kill later, he was used to the abuse anyway. It had had been going on for some time. George got up and started turning the key in the hole to open the door. As soon as he opened the door he received a punch on his face sending him to the floor where he hit his head hard. He knew his head had broken because he felt the blood run down his face when he got up. His uncle got him up by griping his hair and it hurt like hell.
"You think you are clever uh!" his uncle said angrily
George started begging as his uncle drove him to the living room through his hair. He was crying in pain. As soon as they reached the living room he was thrown on the carpet.
"You almost broke my head last night and I am going to show you never to mess with me again." His uncle said while removing his belt from his trouser.
George knew what was coming and he begged his uncle not to beat him up but it was too late. He felt the belt on his bare skin and it left a red mark, he was in pain. He felt another and a few strokes more by this time he was crying like a child begging his uncle to stop. He heard his uncle withdraw after some time and he heard him putting his belt back on.
"That will teach you not to mess with me." His uncle said before leaving smiling like an evil villain on his way out.
George lay on the carpet sobbing wondering why his parents had left him to such cruelty. He wished he had died with them at least he would not be suffering like this. He tried to get up but his whole body was in pain. He felt as if he had been hit by something that was very heavy and he had such a splitting headache, his face was covered with dried and fresh blood which went all the way to his chest and he had some on his boxers too. He managed to get up though his whole body hurt and he went upstairs to take a hot shower, he hoped it would make him feel better.
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As the warm water from the shower touched his bare skin, George almost jumped out from it because it stung everywhere. But he knew that he had to get clean so he cleaned himself quickly and then went into his room.
He entered the room and went to the large mirror on the wall to see how the cut on his forehead was. He noticed that it was not so bad. He took some bandages from the first aid kit and attended to his head.
He took clean boxer briefs which he wore and then took a cargo trouser which he loved, a blue t-shirt and red snickers. He decided he needed to go out maybe it would make him feel a little better at least before his abusive uncle came back home.
George had no friends. He had friends when he was in his home town but when he had moved in with his uncle to a different location, he had not made any friends. He did not have the time anyway.
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It had been 4 hours since George had left his uncle's house and the sun was high in the sky and it was hot but he did not care. All he wanted to do was to think. George was walking on the road thinking about how his life was turning out to be. This was not the life he planned on living. He had planned on going to college and becoming a medical doctor but looks like fate was not on his favor. If only he had some place to go, he would have run a long time ago.
George was still thinking when he heard the screeching of the tires on the road and that is when he realized that he was on the middle of the road and a car almost knocked him down and if the driver had not seen him in time he would probably be dead.
George did not even realize that he was shaking so bad and he was breathing so fast. Then he heard the car door open and he heard an angry voice.
"Hey do you want to die?"
George did not even bother to look who was talking to him. He wanted to run but he felt weak in his legs and he was about to fall when he felt a hand gently catch him. He realized that his face was flooded with tears.
"Please I am sorry" George said between sobs.
"I did not even realize that I was in the middle of the road!" He said softly wondering whether the man had heard him at all.
The man was about to held him properly when he winced in pain.