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Callum hated going home for the holidays
he grew up in a small town in the south west of england, his parents were perfectly ordinary middle class people, his dad worked an office job his mum a therapist
almost everyone who lived there never left, generations of family only a street away from eachother
callum couldnt wait to get out of there, so when he got accepted to a university in london he left on the first train available and threw himself into london life
most saturday and sunday nights he could be found shirtless dancing into the wee hours at a rave, or in a strangers bed getting fucked leaving on the first tube train in the morning, never catching a name
he had cut his hair short and dyed it blonde, began working out obsessively and he changed his entire wardrobe, he worked hard to cover his folksy west country accent
he had avoided going home the last 2 years but he had to go home this year
as the train pulled up he grit his teeth hearing the country accents around him at the station
he walked up his parents front path
“hello my love!” beamed his mum “you are so thin, are you not eating in the big city!?”
“yes mum im eating” he grumbled looking around at the tacky fake tree, the tinsel, the twinkling coloured fairy lights, not an ounce of chic
he went upstairs to dump his suitcase in his old room, cringing at his former self
he opened the bathroom door for a quick piss and jumped stumbling into an older man having a shave at the sink
“mum who the fuck is that upstairs!?” he scowled
“your uncle dave! Oh you wont remember him he moved away when you were a baby, hes your dads oldest friend!”
no kidding thought callum
“then hes not my uncle?”
“not by blood love, but you know how it is in these parts”
“stop calling me love!” skulked callum
he went to his room and checked the local hook up opportunities
he got changed, declined his mums dinner and ran out the door to meet “married discrete” 2 villages over
by the time he got home all the lights were out, he knew his breath smelled of alcohol but he was 20 years old
“do you know what time it is?”
callum jumped, stood in the kitched pouring himself a drink was “uncle” dave
“your mum stayed up for hours but eventually went to bed, a simple text would have been nice, she worries”
“last I checked your not my real uncle” callum scoffed stumbling up the stairs
dave tutted shaking his head
every christmas activity callum made an excuse to sneak off to get laid, hooking up with all the sad lonely married men
xmas eve he received a message from horsehungdaddy his pictures looked insanely big and his talk made callum think he was in for a fun night
“you sure we cant talk you into attending midnight mass?” mum asked
“no mum im good thanks though” callum mumbled trying to get his hair just so
“no worries I will send the vicar your love!” she smiled kissing him on the cheek
as she left callum swiped at the red lipstick mark she left on his cheek
he crept down the stairs but stopped dead in his tracks seeing dave sat on the couch watching christmas tv
“im just popping out” callum said headed for the door
“on christmas eve?” dave asked “i cant imagine where is more important than staying home with your family”
“you wouldnt get it!” callum scoffed
“i was young once!” chuckled dave “try me”
“your not my uncle I dont have to explain anything to you” callum scowled
“let me guess, your off out to get some sex” dave said his face shifting from a kindly warm gent to something more dangerous
“if you must know tonight is the one night “horsehungdaddy” can meet, his wife is also attending midnight mass, and he plans to rearrange my insides!”
“you like big dicks?” dave pondered standing and walking over to callum
“who doesnt?” callum scoffed
“why didnt you say so!” beamed dave pushing callum to his knees and grinding his face against the crotch of daves jeans
callums eyes opened wide, whatever was in his jeans couldnt be real
he grew up in a small town in the south west of england, his parents were perfectly ordinary middle class people, his dad worked an office job his mum a therapist
almost everyone who lived there never left, generations of family only a street away from eachother
callum couldnt wait to get out of there, so when he got accepted to a university in london he left on the first train available and threw himself into london life
most saturday and sunday nights he could be found shirtless dancing into the wee hours at a rave, or in a strangers bed getting fucked leaving on the first tube train in the morning, never catching a name
he had cut his hair short and dyed it blonde, began working out obsessively and he changed his entire wardrobe, he worked hard to cover his folksy west country accent
he had avoided going home the last 2 years but he had to go home this year
as the train pulled up he grit his teeth hearing the country accents around him at the station
he walked up his parents front path
“hello my love!” beamed his mum “you are so thin, are you not eating in the big city!?”
“yes mum im eating” he grumbled looking around at the tacky fake tree, the tinsel, the twinkling coloured fairy lights, not an ounce of chic
he went upstairs to dump his suitcase in his old room, cringing at his former self
he opened the bathroom door for a quick piss and jumped stumbling into an older man having a shave at the sink
“mum who the fuck is that upstairs!?” he scowled
“your uncle dave! Oh you wont remember him he moved away when you were a baby, hes your dads oldest friend!”
no kidding thought callum
“then hes not my uncle?”
“not by blood love, but you know how it is in these parts”
“stop calling me love!” skulked callum
he went to his room and checked the local hook up opportunities
he got changed, declined his mums dinner and ran out the door to meet “married discrete” 2 villages over
by the time he got home all the lights were out, he knew his breath smelled of alcohol but he was 20 years old
“do you know what time it is?”
callum jumped, stood in the kitched pouring himself a drink was “uncle” dave
“your mum stayed up for hours but eventually went to bed, a simple text would have been nice, she worries”
“last I checked your not my real uncle” callum scoffed stumbling up the stairs
dave tutted shaking his head
every christmas activity callum made an excuse to sneak off to get laid, hooking up with all the sad lonely married men
xmas eve he received a message from horsehungdaddy his pictures looked insanely big and his talk made callum think he was in for a fun night
“you sure we cant talk you into attending midnight mass?” mum asked
“no mum im good thanks though” callum mumbled trying to get his hair just so
“no worries I will send the vicar your love!” she smiled kissing him on the cheek
as she left callum swiped at the red lipstick mark she left on his cheek
he crept down the stairs but stopped dead in his tracks seeing dave sat on the couch watching christmas tv
“im just popping out” callum said headed for the door
“on christmas eve?” dave asked “i cant imagine where is more important than staying home with your family”
“you wouldnt get it!” callum scoffed
“i was young once!” chuckled dave “try me”
“your not my uncle I dont have to explain anything to you” callum scowled
“let me guess, your off out to get some sex” dave said his face shifting from a kindly warm gent to something more dangerous
“if you must know tonight is the one night “horsehungdaddy” can meet, his wife is also attending midnight mass, and he plans to rearrange my insides!”
“you like big dicks?” dave pondered standing and walking over to callum
“who doesnt?” callum scoffed
“why didnt you say so!” beamed dave pushing callum to his knees and grinding his face against the crotch of daves jeans
callums eyes opened wide, whatever was in his jeans couldnt be real
