Lots Of Similar Stories In My Neighborhood, A Right Of Passage Really

We lived in a lower income crowded part of the city. My mother's older brother came to live with us, which meant I had to share my room with him. He was a unemployed and a drunk, or alcoholic. My father detested him, but my mother could not leave him on the street. The apartment we lived in was a two bedroom one bath unit on the fourth floor. I was fourteen.

My uncle stayed out of my father's way. He was nice to me but he was always looking for ways to get a drink. He drank all the cough syrup. One night he came over to my bed with his dick in his hand and leaned over and rubbed my face and lips. He didn't say anything, no words. I lay there looking up with his dick right under my eyes on my lips. I opened my mouth and he leaned over and I had my mouth full. He pulled his dick out and pushed the covers down and put his hand in my pants. After he had gotten an erection he leaned over and gave me a long complete blowjob. I ejaculated. With his mouth still containing my ejaculate he kissed me on the mouth. Stood over me and jerked off until he ejaculated on my face. It was some nights later that he completed his mission, with full penetration and ejaculation.

I was a good boy to him and eagerly waited for him. Whether it was a night stroking and sucking him to completion, or a night with him reaching orgasm with me, I was happy to share that time with him. We became good friends and my mother was happy that we were getting along. His need for alcohol never diminished. There was no wine or beer in our house. He went out sometimes over night. My mother guessed that he was selling blood for money to buy cheap wine, and passed out somewhere. What he was really doing was giving blowjobs in cars and either fucking or getting fucked for money. It was on the nights that he didn't go out that he came to my bed to kiss me.

I was much older, I was still living at home, but working at the movie rental store part time. He was found unresponsive in a parking lot, he had overdosed on something. I worked at the rental store for the rest of the summer. In the back of the store, were movies that were only rented out by the owner. Of course top rental was Debbie does Dallas. But other people rented things like Farm Boy or Attracted to the Lights of the City. We didn't have a VCR at home, but there was a VCR in the store. And if it was my turn to rewind videos sometimes I watched the farm boy with the foreman, and jerked off in my pants.