Date: Thu, 11 Feb 2016 20:43:01 -0500
From: Daniel H <esp-ada@hotmail.com>
Subject: Up the Block, Chapter 2

Is he okay? Miguel! Don't ask me, man. Miguel, c'mon bro, wake up! Chill,
how is smacking him gonna help?


         I was welcomed by the worried faces of Juan, one of my best
friends in the world, and someone else, a boy with dark piercing eyes
gazing down at me, when I finally came to.


         "Hey, he's awake!" exclaimed Juan standing up, "see slapping him
helped after all!"


         "Yeah, sure," the other boy said looking at him then back at me,
"you aight?"


         It took me a second to realize he was talking to me.


         "Yeah," I replied, "where am I?"


         I tried sitting up, and immediately felt lightheaded. I slowly
noticed I was surrounded by at least twenty other worried familiar faces,
all staring directly at me.


         "You're at school bro," said Juan kneeling back down and helping
me sit up, "you just passed out."


         It all came back to me then. How I walked into my History class a
minute late, right into Mrs. Baxter introducing a new student to the
class. Jamal. The other boy standing over me when I woke up. He had taken a
few steps back as I sat up, but was still staring right at me when I looked
over and met his gaze. A mixture of emotion, both guarded, and concerned,
was hidden beneath his striking eyes.


         "Mrs. B went to get the the nurse," Juan continued, noticing the
tension, "so just relax until she gets back."


    "Oh okay," I replied, "cool."


    The rest of the class was staring at me, and whispering among
themselves, some even laughing. I would have probably felt more
embarrassed, had I not still been lightheaded and woozy.


         I tried to get up, but quickly sat back down on the floor, my head
searing with pain by the motion.


     "C'mon" said Juan said offering his hand, "I got you buddy."


    I grabbed his hand and he slowly helped me stand up. He put my arm
around his neck, and helped me walk over to my seat besides his.


    Jamal stood uncomfortably by the chalkboard in the front of the class
for a few seconds more before following our lead and taking an empty seat
by the door, just as Mrs. Baxter returned with the nurse.


"Miguel, honey are you alright?" she asked walking over to my seat.


The school nurse, an older woman who insisted we all call her Nana,
followed her, rolling a wheelchair which I assumed was for me. Great, I
thought, even more embarrassing.


        "Still a bit off," I replied honestly, "but not too bad."


        "Alright well let's get you to my office to lie down for a bit,"
Nana said softly, "your parents were already contacted. Your mother should
be arriving shortly."

        I reluctantly agreed to go, not seeing the point in resisting, with
my mother already on her way and all, and sat in the wheelchair with the
help of my friend.


        "Feel better bro," he said giving me dap.  ________________




        My mom arrived at the school shortly after I lied down in the
nurse's office. On the short ride back home, I told my mom that I had
simply skipped lunch that day, and had most likely fainted due to
hunger. Nana, the nurse, had agreed with me. This was indeed true, since
this semester my Gym class came immediately after my lunch period, and so,
I didn't like to eat too much on gym days, to avoid feeling sick or getting
stomach cramps while exercising. Some days if I wasn't feeling particularly
hungry, like today, I just didn't eat altogether. I guess now I learned my
lesson. My mom shook her head, and told me to never skip lunch again. I
agreed.


        "Go to your room and take a nap, mijo," she said as we arrived at
home, "I have to go back to work, but there's leftover arroz con pollo in
the fridge if you get hungry."


        She was worried, I could tell. My mom was a hypochondriac by
nature, worrying about every little thing, especially when it came to her
kids. But ever since my brother had left for college, she had been slightly
subdued. He was the jokester, after all, the one who filled the house with
energy and laughter. While my father was out working from morning till
night, it was my older brother whom she had the next closest relationship
with growing up. Perhaps because he was the oldest, or maybe because he was
just naturally more open and talkative than me and my younger sister were,
regardless, it was clear that his departure had had an effect on her. Now,
the only people in the house she could have an actual conversation with
were my father, and Chuy, the family dog. If it weren't for this new
demeanor of hers, she would have most likely taken the rest of the day off,
I thought, and stayed at home with me, even if it was just to make me some
tea and soup to help me feel better.


        "Okay ma," I replied. "See you later.


        She kissed me on the cheek and waited till I entered the house
before driving off.


        Once inside I had a glass of orange juice, ate some of the
leftovers my mom had mentioned, and went back upstairs to my room. I
changed my still slightly sweaty clothes for a white tee and some sweat
pants, before curling up in my bed for a nap.


        I wasn't sure of how long exactly I was asleep. But the sound of
people talking woke me up. My room was towards the front of the house,
which meant my window looked down upon our front yard, where the voices of
my little sister and Winston rose to enter my slightly ajar window. I
wasn't surprised to see him, most likely having found out about my fainting
through one of his friends. He was just checking in, I thought. I quickly
looked in the mirror and made sure I was at least remotely presentable
before going downstairs to greet him, and my sister.


        "Hey Miguel!" said my sister Laura, running over to give me a
hug. "Are you feeling better? Mom texted me to check on you when I got
home. She said you were feeling sick."


        "Yeah I'm alright kiddo," I said squeezing her tight. "You hungry?
I'll make you a grilled cheese while you do your homework."


        "Okay!" she said running up the stairs to her room.


        "Crazy how big she's getting," said Winston from the doorway, "I
still think she's like 5 sometimes."


        I smiled. "Yeah, I know what you mean. I can hardly believe she's
already 10 myself."


        "Just like I can't believe you're not 10 anymore," he said
smirking.


        "Whatever man," I said laughing, "come in it's cold outside."


        I motioned for him to follow me into the kitchen so I could make my
sister's grilled cheese.


        "Guessing you're feeling better then?" he asked.


        "Yeah, I was fine after I ate something," I replied, "and I also
took a nap. So, good as new."


        He nodded silently. I looked over at him after pulling out the
cheese and butter from the fridge and noticed he seemed slightly
nervous. Arms crossed, leaning on the dinner table, head hanging at a
slight angle, it was an identical image at any given afternoon prior to
this Fall, when my brother was still around. Winston and Ricky would always
hang out in the kitchen, more so than my brother's actual room. Him always
leaning on the table, or sitting on the counters, but never at the table in
an actual chair.


        "It's not your fault, if that's what you're thinking." I told him.


        He laughed. "You sure?"


        "Yeah, I should have eaten something during lunch," I
shrugged. "That's all."


        "Man, don't do that shit again," he said crossing the kitchen
towards me. "You supposed to be the smart brother remember?"


        He pulled me in for a hug from behind as I was spreading butter on
two slices of bread.

"At least now I know I didn't mess you up or anything." he whispered into
my ear.


        His breath tickled my ear as he spoke, making me gasp. I felt his
scruffy beard on my neck as he rested his head on my shoulder. He inhaled
deeply, pressing his hardening dick against my ass, as he snuck his hands
under my shirt. I felt his rough fingers slide up my stomach and over my
chest, squeezing my nipples, before sliding back down, this time under my
boxers. He grabbed my rapidly growing bulge with one hand, while raising
the other to grab my face, turning it to face his as he leaned in for a
kiss.


"Hey can you put mozzarella in it too?" my sister's voice came from
upstairs, making us jump apart.


"Yeah of course Laurita!" I called back in response.


We both looked at each other and laughed.


Once I finished making my sister her sandwich, I took it upstairs to her
with a glass of orange juice. She was busy working on what looked like math
homework, notebooks, a ruler, calculator, and protractor, sprawled around
her haphazardly. For a little girl who kept her room tidy at all times, she
sure had a habit of doing her homework in the most chaotic of
conditions. Her grades spoke for themselves, however, so it clearly worked
for her.


I knocked lightly before entering. "Here's your grilled cheese, princesa."


"Yay, thank you!" she said slamming a pencil down dramatically, "break
time!"


I laughed and sat on her bed. "Good day at school?"


"Yep," she replied, "Mrs. Cooper said I got the highest score in the whole
class on my math test."  "Wow! That's my girl!"


"Then when I get home Winston was walking up to the door!"


She spoke as she chewed. Despite how much she'd grown in the past couple of
years, and how well she did at school, she was still just a kid. It made me
smile. I wanted to keep her in that bubble of childhood for years to come,
despite my being practically still a kid myself. I briefly wondered what
she'd think with that still developing brain of hers if she ever found out
about me and Winston.


"I missed him," she continued, "we don't see him much anymore since Ricky
left."


"I've missed him too," I said, "maybe he'll start visiting us again more
often. Wouldn't that be nice?"


She broke into a cheesy grin. "Yeah!"  ________________




It being holiday season meant working late for both my mom and dad, which
left me to look after my sister in the interim. This was the first year
that my brother wasn't around to be the one to look out for us when they
were stuck working late. A slight anxiety overtook me at the thought,
realizing how much of a sign it was that I was growing up. More
responsibilities and whatnot. But I also felt a sense of pride. They
trusted me enough to not go out of their way and get a babysitter, after
all, which is exactly what I thought would happen once my bro left.


It was still only 4:30pm when I left my sister to finish her homework in
her room. I quickly cleaned up in the kitchen and invited Winston upstairs
to hang out in my room. He smirked, and followed me. I wondered if he was
thinking what I was thinking. We can finish what we started with some
privacy. Even though both rooms were upstairs, my room was on the opposite
side of the house as my sister's, so we had some freedom to be a little
nosy without notice.


Winston smiled as he looked around my dimly lit room.


        "It's crazy how you can tell how different you and your bro are
just by your rooms," he said.


        I followed his line of vision, observing my room in comparison to
my brother's down the hall. While his room contained posters of rappers,
female celebrities in bikinis, and sports teams, and was littered with
footballs, basketballs, soccer balls, and an assortment of other athletic
apparel, mine was much less stereotypically masculine in its
decoration. Instead of sports teams and women, my walls were covered in
movie posters, particularly of the sci fi and superhero variety. Instead of
sports apparel, my room was strewn with video games, their associated
accessories, and comic books. No wonder people always looked at us both so
curiously when they saw how close we were, I thought. We were quite
literally polar opposites.


        "Tell me about it," I replied.


        I fell back onto my bed and told Winston to close the door behind
him. He stood looking slightly unsure of where to sit, and I remembered
that he had only ever been inside my room a handful of times in the years
I'd known him. Whenever he came over he was either in the kitchen, or in my
bro's room.


        I slapped the space next to me motioning for him to join me on my
bed. It was a king size after all, there was plenty of space.


        He smiled wide and shuffled over almost bashfully. He lied on his
back next to me and we both stared at the ceiling silently for a few
seconds. The thought that I'd hooked up with my brother's best friend
struck me again. This time instead of being disorienting, it just made me
laugh. Winston turned to face me with a puzzled look on his face.


        "What you laughing at weirdo?"


        I laughed harder. "Sorry, this is just gonna take some getting used
to."


        He smirked, grasping what I meant. "Word."


        "He asked me once you know," I said, "if I liked girls."


        I turned and looked into his eyes silently before continuing.


        "What did you say?" he asked, returning my gaze.


        I shrugged. "I said I don't know."


        I explained that it was sometime last summer, while we were on
vacation in Orlando. We were hanging out by the pool with my sister, people
watching. He was commenting on all the hot girls in bikinis walking around,
while I just nodded and laughed. I'd never thought much of these
conversations before, I was only thirteen at the time after all, mainly
because I just didn't have those kinds of thoughts yet. In my mind I was
still a kid, and as one of my older girl cousins had once said, you better
not even be thinking about girls for at least another two years!  However,
I knew what puberty was, and I'd already noticed some of my friends
becoming hormone crazed dogs almost overnight. So, the topic of hot chicks
wasn't totally out of left field for me. I just didn't ever engage in it
much. I guess my brother had eventually noticed.


        "Do you like girls, Miguel?" he'd asked suddenly.
        Unsure if I'd heard him right, I looked over at him on the poolside
chair beside me and said, huh?


        He laughed, and repeated himself. "I asked if you like girls, man."


        "Oh..." I said. Unable to come up with an actual response.


        Of course I liked girls. At least in the sense that I had friends
that were girls, not to mention our little sister, which I adored. Why
wouldn't I like girls? But being as I was already aware of what hormone
raged puberty did to people my age at that point, I caught the implication
of the question, and was stumped. It was the first time I'd genuinely
wondered if I actually did like girls in that way or not.


        Seeing the confusion on my face, my brother smiled and nudged my
shoulder.


        "Don't sweat it bro," he said, "you're still mad young, and
besides, it doesn't even really matter."


        I remember being grateful for being laid out poolside under the
blazing sun at that moment, since I was probably burning red in
embarrassment.


"No it's just..." I started, pausing mid sentence, "I don't know."


He was smiling at me when I looked over at him. Not an ounce of judgement
or ridicule on his face.


"That's cool man," he said, "I guess I was just wondering since you never
really say much about girls or whatever."


He explained to me then how he had basically become a huge hornball the
moment he hit puberty at twelve. Being sixteen going on seventeen at the
time, he'd already had his fair share of sexual experiences, the first of
which when he was thirteen. My having turned thirteen that same summer, yet
still with no indication of any discernible sexuality, was probably what
had sparked the question in his mind.


"You're probably just a late bloomer or whatever," he continued, "but just
know that even if you're like gay or whatever, I wouldn't care. You'll
always be my bro."


        We both stared at the ceiling without speaking for a few seconds,
before Winston broke the silence.


        "That sounds just like him," he said smirking, "I'm not even
surprised."


"Does he know about you, or?" I asked after another short silence.


He looked as if he were carefully thinking about how to respond. Suddenly,
the thought came to me that I'd never actually seen Winston with a steady
girlfriend before. Sure, I'd heard him and my brother talk about "bitches"
and the different chicks they'd hooked up with, or who the baddest girls in
the school were, plenty of times. But besides these spoken recollections,
I'd had no memory of him and an actual girl together. Something which I'd
probably not have focused on then, some people are private after all, if
not for my brother being the polar opposite. From the moment Rick turned
twelve, like he'd told me, he became sexually active. But not only that,
he'd also barely been single since then. Always with some girl or
another. From Freshman to Senior, White to Black, and everything in
between, it sometimes seemed there wasn't a girl in town he hadn't at least
flirted with at one time. But despite being just as much a looker as my
older brother, I couldn't imagine a girl at his side. The memory was that
nonexistent.


"Nah," he started hesitating slightly, "but I think he just kinda knew."


"Knew what?" I said.


He shrugged. "About me. About my uncle. Stuff he did."


I understood immediately. My friend Emmy had confessed to me just earlier
that year, about how her older cousin used to touch her when she was
younger. How she'd thought it was normal, until she got a little older. How
she then felt guilty and disgusting when she started to realize how frowned
upon such things were. Especially considering, in a moment of absolute
honesty, she'd said she sometimes enjoyed it. That it felt good. It made
talking about it all that much more convoluted and confusing.


I grabbed his hand. "I'd have never known."


He brought my hand to his chest. I could hear his heart beating at what
felt like a slightly more rapid than normal pace.


"I mean I still fucked bitches and shit you know," he said abruptly, "I
started right before your bro did actually." He laughed at the
memory. "But, it's like, something always stopped me from making it more
than that."


"Wait, so have you ever been with another guy?" I asked. "Besides, well,
your Uncle. If you don't mind me asking."


"Almost," he replied in a whisper, "but nah."


I grabbed his chin and turned his head to face me. "Well, I'm honored
then."  I kissed him slowly and passionately. Before I knew it he was on
top of me, lifting my shirt up, and sucking my nipples. I was still
sensitive from where he'd trailed his mouth and tongue over me earlier that
day, so I writhed in double the pleasure this time around. He pulled my
sweatpants and boxer-briefs off together in one tug. His eyes devoured my
naked body hungrily before attacking my neck with his lips. I managed to
pull his jeans, hoodie, and boxers off, while we grinded and savored and
tasted each others bodies from the bed to the floor.


"Damn baby," he groaned into my ear, "I nutted earlier but I'm already
finna bust another for ya."  I bit his bottom lip, garnering a loud
moan. "In me. I want you to nut in me."


He pulled back and looked down into my eyes. "You for real?"


I opened my legs wider and hooked them around his waist.


"Fuck me"


He lost no time at all. Something told me he'd come prepared, and I wasn't
disappointed. He had a small bottle of lube in his hoodie's pocket. He
squeezed some of the transparent substance onto his dick and lathered it up
with his hand.


"Ima need to lube you up too Migos."


"Okay," I said moaning as he immediately stuck a finger slick with lube
into my ass, "oh shit!"


I told him to slow down. One finger feeling like it was gonna split me in
half already. But I quickly got used to the sensation, and began to moan as
he moved it around. Once Winston noticed I wasn't in pain anymore, he
slowly added another finger, and then another. After fingering me with
three whole lubed up fingers, he asked if I was ready.


"Yes! Fuck me!"


I trembled slightly when I felt the head of his 8" cut dick slide into
me. He paused to let me get used to it, before continuing. He inched deeper
then stopped, deeper then stopped, all the while kissing me to help me
relax.


"AH FUCK! I'm all the way in baby. DAMN you tight."


He fucked me slowly at first, missionary, with my legs resting on his
shoulders, as he looked down into my eyes. Then once he saw me starting to
jerk my own dick off, clearly enjoying the sensation of being fucked, he
started to pick up the pace. He flipped me over to fuck me doggy, and the
sound of his long lean body slamming into my shorter slim frame, grew more
and more rapid. I jerked my dick while being fucked doggy and eventually
felt the familiar sensation of being about to cum. Oh shit I'm cumming, I
said. He started fucking me harder and faster. AGH! FUCK! I'm cumming!!


"SHoot that shit baby boy! DAMn I'm about to nut with you!!"


I shot out right on my bed sheets what felt like the second biggest load
ever. Right behind the one I'd shot out earlier in the locker room. "FUCK!
DAMN! Don't stop keep fucking me WInston!!"


"Yeah? You like this dick, bitch?" he asked slapping my ass, "Oh shit I'm
gonna bust..FUCK!"


I felt a warm feeling in my ass then and knew he had just unloaded in
me. The thought of him busting inside me, like if I were a chick he were
knocking up, turned me the hell on. If I hadn't just came all over my bed,
I probably would have sprouted another boner.  We fell back onto my bed,
spent from having had the first full-fledged fuck session together. We
would have gone longer, if it weren't for my sister's presence looming just
down the hall. But for a quick and surreptitious first time it was
absolutely phenomenal.


"Damn, so this is officially a thing then huh?"


"Yessir baby boy," said Winston pulling me to his chest, "I just sealed the
deal."


We laid in my bed naked for around an hour just talking and kissing and
enjoying the feeling of each others bodies. We got dressed around seven
before my mom had the chance to arrive and catch us in a compromising
situation. I told Winston he was welcome to stay for dinner, but after some
thought, he decided he'd better get home.


"I don't think I'm ready to explain this to your moms just yet you feel me?
And I'm a bad liar so Ima just bounce."


"Yeah I understand," I said.


See you in school tomorrow, he said as he kissed me goodbye. I leaned
against the doorway for a few minutes once again trying to piece together
what had become of my life. This is way too much for one day, I thought. My
mom pulled up, followed by my dad, shortly thereafter. My sister came down
and we all enjoyed the Chinese takeout my mom had brought on the way
back. I'd better take a shower and call it a night early, I thought.


This is gonna be one interesting school year.