Date: Sun, 2 Jun 2013 10:33:46 +0100
From: Adam Stewart <stewad36@gmail.com>
Subject: People Like Us Aren?t Queer - part 1

This is a love story following the life of a young man who has a hard life
at home and is told to leave when he comes out as gay. All the characters
are fictional.

Warning - it contains m/m sex.

People Like Us Aren't Queer

1.

Kyle was born in England six months after his mother and father emigrated
from Uganda with their three year old daughter. His father had been
promised a job and a new life in England but on arriving in Birmingham he
soon found that the promise was based on lies. He was left with a wife, a
young child, and another on the way with no job and nowhere to live.

The family managed to find a room in a rundown house in a very poor area of
Birmingham and his father managed to obtain a job as a factory hand. It was
hard work and he hated it. Being black brought its problems too. He became
a bitter angry man and those nearest to him bore the brunt of it. Kyle was
born on the 5 July. It was a sunny day and right from the start he was
always a happy child who endeared himself to whoever saw him. He giggled
and burbled away and when he was old enough to be looked after by whoever
was prepared to do so, his mother got a job as a domestic to help with the
family finances. His father never endeared himself to anyone, certainly not
his employer, so never obtained promotion from the original job of
unskilled factory hand he'd obtained when he first arrived.

When she was old enough, Kyle's sister would make his breakfast and his
evening meal since his mother worked long hours so was never home earlier
enough to do so. His father spent most of his non working hours in the
local bar drinking which did little to help him or the family finances.

At the age of five he was packed off to school and Kyle looked forward to
what he thought was going to be an adventure. The colour of his skin made
him the butt of other kids' unkindness and when he was ten and in his early
teens, he was bullied and called a sissy. He hated playing boy's games,
especially those that involved fighting and pretending to kill people. He
hated boxing and he hated football. All the things his classmates liked and
his father expected him to do. He loved playing with his sister's dolls and
dressing up in her clothes. In fact she encouraged him since she'd yearned
for a sister so when Kyle was born she was disappointed but as time went by
she realised having a younger brother who liked girlie things was just as
good.

Kyle was tall for his age and filled out as the years went by so he would
often be her protector. He was also a good looking young boy and by the
time he was thirteen had plenty to show down below. Being a sixteen year
old by this time, she noticed such things and often persuaded him to strip
off, dress up in her panties and bra and cavort around the house. It never
entered her head or his for that matter, that what she was encouraging him
to do, was perhaps abnormal for a boy of his age but they had fun and it
whiled away the many hours they were alone together. Her father was so
strict that she was seldom allowed boyfriends of her own so Kyle provided
good company.

As a young child, he'd often been caught dressing up in his sister's
clothes and his father gave him many beatings for it and shouting that he
was a sissy but the beatings had little effect. If anything they made Kyle
want to do it more. As such, by the time he was in his early teens he was
bullied endlessly at school by other boys and called names such as `black
queer'. `cock sucker' and any other adjectives they could think up. He was
often set upon by the bullies and on more than one occasion thrown out of
the changing rooms naked whilst the others had their showers after
football. He would wait in the corridor shivering until he could get back
inside to collect his clothes, which had often been ripped and trampled
on. His sister would wash and repair them before their mother or father
found out.

His academic abilities were average but he was good at practical
subjects. He loved working with his hands and always excelled. When he left
school at the age of sixteen he managed to do so with GCSE's in English,
Maths and general handicrafts. Not that his father congratulated him
although his mother did seem pleased at the time.

He decided he wanted to learn a trade. In no way was he going to get an
unskilled job like his father's so he applied to the local technical
college and enrolled for an electrical course. His father made it quite
clear that he had to pay his way at home or get out so he obtained a bar
job, making out that he was eighteen which wasn't difficult because of his
size, and used every hour he could to do his studies and attend college. By
this time his sister had left home having at last found a boyfriend who
soon made her pregnant. Kyle adored the little boy and spent what hours he
could round at their tiny flat looking after him. Her boyfriend with whom
she now lived, they never ever married, was a car mechanic. He was a good
looking guy which was another reason why Kyle enjoyed visiting.

He finally finished his three year course and passed with flying
colours. All he now had to do was find a job to use his new skills. In the
meantime he'd met several guys at the gay bar he worked in, not that he
dared tell his father he worked in such an establishment, and went out with
several of them. By now he realised he enjoyed sex with guys and had no
interest whatsoever in girls.

Foolishly he often took his boyfriends home and if his father met them he'd
make his views clearly known.

"I won't have that type in my house" he'd shout after they'd gone.

"What type?" Kyle would ask, "What's wrong with them?"

"You know damn well what I mean so stop being so stupid" his father would
reply often lashing out as he did so but Kyle was now taller and stronger
than his father so the days of being beaten by him were well over.

His mother would just stand there watching and never say a word. She knew
very well that her son was gay but she never stood up for him.

"Why don't you leave home and get your own place?" his sister said to him
after one particularly bad row which ended up in Kyle calling round to her
flat. She knew her brother was gay but it didn't bother her and nor did it
bother her boyfriend who genuinely liked Kyle.

Kyle thought the matter over on more than one occasion and even started
putting money aside when he could to build up some savings. His dream was
to move to London. He'd heard that was the place to be.

On one particular night, Kyle had been out with a friend. He'd drunk far
more than he should have done and staggered home in the arms of his then
boyfriend. When they reached Kyle's home, he and his parents were now
living in a council flat on an estate, Kyle pulled his boyfriend into his
arms and they kissed. It was very passionate and hands started to roam with
excitement. Suddenly the front door opened and Kyle's father was standing
there. The boyfriend ran off leaving Kyle to deal with an irate father.

"You filthy brat" he shouted as he pulled his son inside. Kyle was drunk
and his shirt was wide open. Even his trousers were unzipped and partially
undone at the waist. If his father had not opened the door when he did, it
was likely the two would have been sucking each off on the doorstep since
it was now well past midnight.

"What have you got to say for yourself?" his father shouted as his mother
peered from their bedroom door.

Kyle looked at his father and grinned. He was drunk and past caring what
his father thought of him.

"I'm gay" he finally replied still grinning.

His father stepped forward and attempted to slap his son's face but even in
his inebriated state he was quick enough to fend off the strike and held
his father's hand in the air.

"Yeah, I'm queer, I'm a poof so stick that in your pipe and smoke it" he
laughed.

His father raged and for a moment Kyle thought he was going to have a heart
attack, not that he would have done anything to help if he had since he
hated his father and he certainly had no respect for his mother.

"People like us aren't queer" his father shouted back.

"What, black people you mean?" Kyle laughed, "You fucking bigot; what do
you know about it".

His father exploded and tried to hit his son again but the row had cleared
Kyle's head so he was once again ready for the blow. This time he struck
back and pushed his father onto the sofa.

"Fuck off; if you try and hit me once more I'll kick you out the door, you
fucking bastard" Kyle shouted at the top of his voice.

"Get out of my house" his father shouted back more from fear than
anger. He'd never seen his son like this before and nor had his mother who
was still standing in the doorway.

"With pleasure" Kyle shouted and stormed out of the house. Once outside he
suddenly realised he had nowhere to go. Fortunately he'd still got his
mobile on him so he called his sister. When she heard what had happened,
she told him to come straight round to her.

Kyle spent the night on the sofa in the living room but didn't sleep a
wink. All night he was working out what he was going to do and how to do
it. By the morning he had his plan.


"I'm going to London" he announced in the morning to his sister. Her
boyfriend was standing in the doorway in his very sexy briefs and Kyle had
a job to concentrate as he talked. He explained that he had some savings
and would go back home to collect what things he wanted to take with him
once his parents had left for work.

The parting was very emotional and even her boyfriend gave him a hug and a
light kiss on the side of his cheek.

"You will keep in contact won't you?" his sister said as he walked out the
door.

He said he would but knew that he'd never ever return to Birmingham and
would never see or speak to his parents again. As expected, by the time he
reached home they had both left for work. He made himself a sandwich to eat
on the train down to London, packed a holdall with the clothes he needed,
collected together a few other personal items and documents plus the laptop
which he'd bought cheap from a friend a short while ago who was
upgrading. He'd found the internet a fascinating place, especially when it
came to gay porn!

Having got everything he needed packed into his holdall he made his way
downstairs. He was just about to leave his front door key on the kitchen
table when he remembered he'd given his mother his week's rent the previous
day. His father always insisted on him giving it to her in advance each
week so he went to the tin she kept the housekeeping in which she hid in a
cupboard and removed the money he'd seen her put in the day before.

"You won't need that now" he laughed to himself as he pocketed the money.

As he closed the door behind him he had no regrets. His parents had done
him no favours over the years. All they'd done was bring him into the world
and he often had the feeling that even that had been a mistake. He set off
with a spring in his step, walked down the road and straight onto the bus
that would take him to the station.

Once there, he purchased his one way ticket to London and climbed onto the
train once it was ready to board. He felt alive and happy for once in his
life. Once he'd found a seat and stashed his holdall under his seat, he sat
back and smiled. Suddenly he remembered he'd better ring the bar he worked
in. He might want a reference from them so wanted to keep them sweet. He
spoke to the manager, who in truth rather fancied Kyle, and made up a cock
and bull story about having to go to London and wasn't sure when he'd be
back.

"Okay Kyle, no problem but I won't be able to keep your job open for you
more than twenty four hours" the manager explained.

Kyle said he fully understood and since he was going to be away at least
three or four days to find someone else.

"I'll pay what wages you're owed into your bank account" the manager said,
"If you come back then come and see me and I'll see what we can do; if you
want a reference just contact me; I shall miss you Kyle, you were one of my
best bar boys".

Kyle thanked him and smiled. The manager knew very well what he was doing
and to be honest he didn't blame him. He was just sad that he was losing
him and that he'd never had the opportunity to get into Kyle's pants!

Finally the train left and Kyle sat back, ate his sandwich and looked
forward to starting a new life.

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