Chapter 7: Zach Reveals What His Uncle Did

Moving onto his abdomen, Danny asked, ‘Did you ever have any dreams about Gregory?’ ‘Yes, once,’ Zach admitted. ‘The night I saw him naked I had a similar dream to the one I’d had about Alan. I was firing him.’

‘Then next time he fired you?’ Danny asked. ‘Yes,’ Zach admitted looking glum. ‘Don’t worry about it,’ Danny told him, ‘It’s ok to do and it’s fun.’ Moving up over his stomach, Danny asked, ‘Imagine you and the girl at work were in your bedroom and you were both naked.’

‘You are going to get onto the bed and have sex. Describe to me how you would do it.’ ‘She would get on first,’ Zach told him, ‘And lie on her back. I would get on next and kneel between her legs. Then I’d lie down on top of her, so my cock goes inside her. Then I’d lift my hips up and down so my cock slides in and out of her until I fired.’

‘Then we’d get up and get dressed.’ By now Danny had reached his head again. ‘Well done being able to tell me that,’ Danny said. ‘Your sex education is very lacking, but I’ll comment on what you said and put you right later after we sort your problem out.’

‘Ok, sit up.’ Danny put his arms out and held him close. ‘Well done for relaxing so much and telling me so much,’ he said. ‘If you’re not relaxed enough to tell me about your problems by now, you never will be.’

‘Stay sitting up for a moment,’ Danny said as he got up, moved the end cushion, sat in its place, put the cushion on his lap then told Zach to lie down. Once he was settled, he put one hand on his head and massaged his hair gently. His other hand he rested on his stomach.

‘Ok,’ Danny said, ‘You’re used to telling me intimate details by now, and you’re as relaxed with me as much as you will ever be, so first of all tell me what happened at your uncles. Start from the moment you first felt something was changing, then tell me every little detail. This is the last time you’ll have to do it. After today you can start to forget it all.’

Zach gave him a weak smile, then closed his eyes as he began his tale. ‘I’d been there for about ten months,’ he said. ‘I didn’t know it at the time, but my uncle had only taken me in because the social services had persuaded him and offered to pay him some extra benefits for my keep.’

‘He had never been that welcoming or sociable, but I accepted that that was the way he was and learned to live with it. He very rarely sat down to a meal at home, so we tended to do our own thing as regards to eating.’

‘When the washing started to pile up, I learned to use the washing machine. After that I did all the washing, but as my school shirts were drip dry, I didn’t iron anything.’

‘Basically, we were like two strangers who just happened to live in the same house. It wasn’t a happy place, but then again, I learned to live with it. I was sad and unhappy about losing my mum, so I wasn’t really aware of any extra unhappiness about being there.’

‘About two months before I left, I had been on my own for the evening as often happened. I’d gone up to bed and heard my uncle come in. When he had been drinking, he was clumsy and noisy. This night he seemed even more so. I thought nothing of it, he would normally stay downstairs drinking or come upstairs, go to the bathroom then to bed.’

‘This night I heard him stumbling upstairs and going into the bathroom. Then instead of going to his bedroom, he came crashing into mine. I sat up in bed as he switched the light on. I still wasn’t concerned; I’d seen him drunk many times.’

‘He came over towards the bed and then he said, ‘I gave you a home when no one wanted you, its time you gave me something in return, get up and sit here,’ he said pointing to the edge of the bed.’

‘When I stayed under the covers, he started undoing his belt. Sit here now he shouted, or I’ll give you a thrashing you’ll remember all your life. I jumped out and sat where he had told me. I was wearing a T shirt and shorts.’

‘By now he had pulled his belt out of his trousers, so he threw it aside. Do as you’re told he said, or I’ll use it. As he spoke his trousers dropped to his feet. He nearly fell over as he tried to step out of them.’

‘He came over and stood against the bed, between my legs. He grabbed a handful of my hair with each hand and told me to pull his shorts down or he would pull mine down and thrash my bare bum with his belt until it bled.’

‘I pulled them down. His cock was half the length of mine but much thicker. It hung down limp, no doubt because of the drink. I knew I was in danger by then so when he told me to open my mouth, I did.’

‘He took one hand off my hair, took hold of his cock and shoved it in my mouth. Then he put his hand back on my head, pushing my head towards him so hard with both hands that I was choking. His cock was soft in my mouth and felt awful. Then he started moving my head back and fore telling me to close my mouth and suck, otherwise I’d suffer.

Once I closed my mouth round it, he went a bit gentler so I could breathe.’

‘He kept my head going for ages until his cock eventually started to stiffen up. It took ages before it got hard. Once it was hard, he moved my head faster still, I felt it throbbing in my mouth, then it seemed like hours later, he suddenly stopped moving my head but moved his hips instead. Then he went faster still, his cock seemed to throb more, and he called out as he gave an extra hard shove.’

‘Then my mouth filled up with his cum. There didn’t seem much of it, I managed to hold it in my mouth as he gave a couple of short thrusts. Then at last he let go of me, pulled himself out of my mouth and just walked out.’

‘I heard him go into his bedroom, so I went to the bathroom, spat it all out and washed my mouth out. I went back to bed, wedged a chair under the door handle and cried myself to sleep.’

‘Sit up,’ Danny told him. Then as he did, Danny said, ‘Move back as far as you can and turn towards me.’ Danny took him in his arms and held him. Zach put his head on Danny’s shoulder and wrapped his arms around him.

Danny just held him close for a while. ‘What happened the next day?’ Danny asked. ‘Nothing,’ Zach said, ‘He was still asleep when I went to school. When I came home it was as if nothing had ever happened.’

‘I decided it was a one off because he was drunk. I had nowhere else to go so I just carried on as normal. In the weeks that followed, nothing was ever said and nothing else happened.’

‘Three weeks later the same thing happened, he came home drunk and went to his bedroom. I thought he’d gone to bed, but ten minutes later he walked into my room naked.’

‘Get up and suck me,’ he demanded, ‘Or I’ll go and get my belt.’ ‘The same thing happened. After he’d gone, I cried myself to sleep again. The following day was Saturday, no school, so I went to the park and sat trying to decide what to do. I thought about going to the police, but I had no proof and once I’d done that, he could turn violent.’

‘I decided I had to get out, but I couldn’t see how or where I could go. The following week I told Alan that I wasn’t getting on with my uncle and was thinking of moving out. I told him I didn’t want him to know before hand as he was violent. He agreed to store a couple of suitcases for me so when my uncle went to the pub at lunchtime on Sunday, I packed a case of things I wouldn’t need in the next few weeks and took it to Alans. I decided to do that once more, then I would only need to take one case when I left.’

‘The next opportunity wasn’t until the following weekend when he went out Saturday lunch time. I took another suitcase to Alans. I planned to leave on Tuesday with my last few things and go to the Citizens Advice Bureau.’

‘He came home about nine o’clock that evening, hardly able to stand up. He staggered into the front room, sat in the armchair and fell asleep snoring. When I went up to bed, he was still there, for the night I thought. I covered him up with a blanket so the cold of the night wouldn’t wake him and went to bed.’