The high school class is watching an old black and white video presentation about the origin of the town. The narrator talks about John Muse, the sugar mogul that built the entire town in the early 20's to be an industrial town that would provide rubber from the rubber-tree plantations to fabricate tires and parts of cars to his world-famous car industry. He personally chose the founding families of the town and migrated them from the United States to the small brazilian colony. Upright North American traditions were kept and english was adopted as the main language. The town hit a crisis when India started selling rubber at much smaller prices so the town elders decided to exchange the rubber industry to the sugarcane industry, saving thousands of jobs. But you don't need to know how the story goes, do you? You're already kind of bored. So I will do one better, I'll tell you what's going on in this classroom and why it's important for us. It is a traditional high school drama: Tammy, long dark hair, likes Felipe. Felipe, who is making spit bubbles in his chair likes and stares at Bill. And Bill, looking at himself on the câmera phone, likes, well... Bill. Nilo, the breathtaking older autistic guy, has his own personal drama going on – we'll get to that soon. Junior, the boy who sat in the back, liked Jesus Christ and grilled cheese. His best friend, a very affeminate boy named Charles, sat beside him while twirling his red curl with his black pen.
Tammy fell in love with Felipe on 6th grade when he chose her first in a dodgeball game during PE. Felipe fell for Bill when he first saw him in his first day of high school. The sentiment grew considerably when Felipe saw Bill on the lockeroom later that day. Bill, on the other had, always loved himself. The trouble is, other people did to. Bill did not comply.
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1 – Nilo and Uncle Hubble
He had a particular set of abs, the ones that grow naturally on a young man even though he did not train to get them. Turning only 16 in a couple of months and already a charmer. Long hair, brown skin and a thick dick. His colleagues and his peers would masturbate to him but never share to each other that inconvenient fact. Ah, young Nilo. The talk of the town. The worst of it is that Nilo knew of his effect on people, but would pretend he knew nothing.
He would walk around shirtless and scratching his balls, catching the attention from both grown women and men. He waited for the arrival of his uncle, but was weary of of Hubble's visit. He had a plan, and it was bulletproof.
You see, Hubble was an artist. A nitty gritty artist. He was impressed easily, and it was the first time he was visiting the Leche family since Nilo had grown into a full body. He took one look at Nilo and it struck a chord.
Hubble didn't care for morality, and had encountered such species before. Not only encountered, but laced down and, well, profaned. As most people did, but didn't want to confess, he had weakness for young beauty.
He was there to talk of projects with Nilo's parents, and so he did. They drank wine, hum-hummed and it was time to bed. What now? Well, Nilo would surprise him. Hubble would lie on the couch. He remembered Nilo as a young child of 7 or 8, and he was a handful. Running down up and about, very energetic. But now, as a teenager, he was very bright, a genius in formation.
Hubble was on the couch and heard whimpering and footsteps. Nilo was building "a house" outside ever since he was 10, but the project had gone from infantile to a real refuge for the young man. It was beside the garage where Hubble's truck was parked. Nilo was very excited about showing the development of the house to his uncle.
Hubble decided to go smoke a joint and a fag near it, on his undies and a tee. Nilo followed him only in his undies, his abs and small bulge appearing and his disney-esque brown eyes catching glimpses of the moonlight. He approached H.
"Uncle, come see my house."
"In a minute. Uncle is smoking." Hubble said, feeling a tingling in his balls. His heart was racing from the prospects, and his mind was divided.
"Puh-lease. It'll take a minute." Nilo provoked him.
"In-a-minute".
They liked to be bossed around. Again, Hubble knew what he was doing.
The so-called house was this brick square that H. had to crouch down to get inside and, while he did it, he caressed Nilo's butt for a second, getting half-hard. The boy lingered his buttcheeks against the uncles bulge on purpose.
"Can I have a drag?" Nilo asked after the naughty skin-to-skin.
Hubble laughed.
"Heck. Why not." he said, passing the joint to the young nephew. To H.'s surprise, Nilo knew what he was doing.
"You took a while before coming back here. I waited for you."
took the joint back from Nilo's hand.
"That's enough. What do you mean, you waited from me? You were but a child. Still is."
He was fully hard by now, and didn't care to hide it. Nilo couldn't help but looking down at it.
"I wasn't a child. You were my inspiration. Still are." he said, his eyes filled with malice, his body approaching the uncle, who had put out the joint and lit a cigarette. H. didn't care anymore, and his bulge was touching his nephew's now. They started rubbing against each other, and H. grabbed Nilo's long hair and pulled it to his neck, the boy kissing and biting it.
"I inspire you, do I? Show me what you thought of doing with this inspiration then."
They started kissing roughly with H. grabbing Nilo's ass, and it was so tight it felt like he was tightening it, but he wasn't. He pulled the young one's undies down and started to feel up his warm asshole, feeling up his hairy hole, as Nilo frantically grabbed his cock and masturbated it.
It didn't take long for Nilo to engulf H.'s cock in his mouth. Hubble was sure it was his first time doing, but he did it with flying colors, swallowing every inch of it and playing with his balls. It had been a while since his cock got this hard, and he mouthfucked his nephew's throat before pulling him up and bending him against the cemented bricks of the project of the house. He licked the young man's brown spine until he got to his sour asshole, making the boy moan in pleasure. He put the tip of his thick cock inside him and covered his mouth when he rehearsed a loud moaning.
"Hush your mouth if you want me to continue."
He didn't need to say more for the boy himself thrust back into H.'s cock, anxious to feel it entirely inside him. Hubble was a fair top, and as he fucked the boy Nilo masturbated himself. He always looked for the perfect double cum finale, and he got it.
Sweating, they sat down and shared a cigarette.
"That was… I can't describe it." Nilo said.
"That was ours, that's what it was. I don't have to say you can't share with anyone."
"I wouldn't want to. I have it all prepared."
Hubble looked at the boy worried.
"What are you talking about?"
"My bags. They're packed."
Hubble is confused.
"Again: what are you talking about?"
"Tomorrow. I'm leaving with you. I won't stay here anymore."
Fuck. Hubble didn't say anything. He preferred finishing his cigarette. He deserved at least that before having to deal with the shitshow he realized he had just fallen into. The boy had a natural allure you couldn't deny, and in a perfect world he would take him anywhere he wanted to. That was the truth. But he wasn't even 16 yet, so by society he had just commited a moral crime. Even in artistic environments that wasn't well looked at. He couldn't just go to the boy's parents, his brother, and say he wanted to take the boy away.
Nilo sensed H.'s preocupation.
"I'm gonna tell my parents that I want to be an artist like you. You just have to say you will take me under your wing. They don't have to know about… about this." he said.
The kid was smart. But Hubble didn't want that responsibility. Sure, the breath of youth is attractive to any artist. They all look for muses. But inside the family? That wasn't going to happen.
He indulged Nilo in conversation and plans for trips during an hour or so and then they went to sleep.
When Nilo woke up the next morning he was excited to meet everyone at the breakfast table and continue with his plan. When he got to the living room he only found his parents at the table. Hubble had left, and with him, his hopes of a future partnership. It wasn't fair, and Nilo went spiriling down in his isolation, something that his parents could never put their finger on.
It wasn't until Nilo turned 19 that Hubble got back and found a much colder Nilo to greet him. It was like Hubble had betrayed him in the harshest way someone ever could. And to Nilo, he had.
Nilo never said anything about his first time with his uncle. Not to his friends, not to his family. He had remained true to his promise. But it wasn't for respect to Hubble, it was to himself. And as for friends, he didn't really have any. Not intimate ones, at least. The things that went through his head weren't things that his school friends thought about. And now that he didn't go to school his days were only spent at home with his parents and in front of his notebooks, writing his stories and showing them to no one.
He didn't miss having friends. He never had them, so maybe never having something gave you nothing to miss about. He did, though, feel the need to have someone. One partner, one person. But to him, it had to be someone he admired. It had to be someone he felt that would add to his existence. That's why he was fixated on his uncle. Ever since he was a child, to be honest. His uncle would appear with stories about the world, and new books and artwork, far better than his father's. He would read his works with amazement and shoot questions at Hubble when he got the chance, in the few times he visited. But the last time he came was unforgiving. He refused to read his new works, and refused to indulge in politeness with him. How dared him showing up after all these years, after what he had done? No, no. He wasn't about to give in. But damn, he still looked gorgeous.