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I remember the feel of it. The long, thick cock sliding over my tongue, the musky sent of his skin as he grabbed my hair and shoved deep into my mouth, nearly choking me as he pushed further down my throat. It was rough and hard and I felt like I could come from just from that alone. Then as soon as it started it was over. My uncle yanked me away and started screaming. The basketball player ran out the door like hell itself was on his tail.

My uncle gave me all of two minutes to grab what I could and then get the hell out of his house. In less than five minutes, I was a homeless seventeen-year-old wandering downtown. I had no clue what to do. My uncle had been strict about coming home right after school and my need to please him had left me with very little in the department of friends, so I sat down on the nearest stoop and tried not to cry.

That's how Leon found me, sitting on the steps of the back entrance to his restaurant.

"What are you doing here, kid?"

I scrambled off the step, jumping to my feet and wiping at my eyes. I turned to see a large man towering over me. I had to stop myself from gaping. He was huge, taller than any man I had seen before and muscular. Not body-builder muscular, but the sort of muscular that comes from hard labor. He had a square jaw covered with light stubble. His hair was blond and cropped short like I was used to seeing on military men. His eyes were a steely gray. Everything about him screamed powerful. "Um, I-I'm sorry."

"I didn't ask for an apology. I asked what you were doing here." His voice was firm, like he was a man used to giving orders and I immediately straightened.

"Sorry, sir. I had no place to go. I-I just..." My gut tightened and I could feel tears stinging my eyes, but I forced them back and swallowed.

He raised an eyebrow and then folded his arms. "Go on. Tell me what happened."

To my surprise, I did. To this complete and probably dangerous stranger, I explained about my uncle, about the basketball player, and being gay and how I'd kept it hidden all these years. I didn't know why I did it, and as soon as I finished my last sentence and stood there in the ensuing silence, it dawned on me that this guy could turn out to be just as homophobic as my uncle.

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