A Bitter Sweet Life

The Beginning

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The Bundu

Chapter 2

From the last chapter:

....I caught my breath, and took a Kleenex out to clean myself up and the desk. I picked up the phone and pressed 2 "Mary... Yes, send in the next patient please."....

Now there he was standing in front of me. As soon as he saw me, he ran over, the tears from his eyes now freely flowing down his face. A lump formed in my throat, and something inside me gave. My arms opened to him, and I hugged him with all the strength my body could muster. The world could have crumbled around us, but I did not care, for he was my world, and right now, he was crumbling, and I felt powerless to stop it. My own tears began to flow, as he stained my suit with his tears. The world is a cruel place, and it cares not for those who love. His body was wracked with sobs, and his weakness drained my strength. We both seemed lost in grief, in this cruel and uncaring world. How could it cause us both so much pain? But for now I held on to him, and he felt safe in my arms.

Then someone said something. I looked up to find the chief investigator directly in front of me.

"Sorry?" I asked him through glazed eyes. My voice was shaking.

"Are you a member of the family?" repeated the imposing man.

"No...I'm his doc...uh friend." I replied hesitantly.

"Well sir, I am going to have to ask you to leave. This is a family affair." He said in his all too authoritative tone. Mike suddenly snapped up. (I silently wondered when his crying had ebbed) "David is my friend, if he can't stay then I have to go with him."

"Well son, I understand what you are going through, but I have to ask you to underst-" Mike's mother cut him off.

"Let him go officer, he needs to be with his friend right now. He needs to get away from all this grief and sadness." She turned to look at Mike. "Go with him." then she turned to me and sighed. "We'll talk a little later young man. I don't know you, but it is pretty clear that my son does. I trust his judgment, but mostly I need someone to take him away from all these sirens and this house. Can you do that for me?" Through the sadness and anguish in her glazed green eyes (that strangely reminded me of the afghan girl on the cover of national geographic), came a pleading look.

"I will." I said. I could feel myself choking up again. I quickly wiped my eyes before the tears had a chance to form.

"Thank you." She said, with genuine gratitude resonant in her voice.

I realized that during our conversation, I had kept an arm around Mike and his mother had not protested. I silently led him to my gold S600 Mercedes, and put him in the passenger seat. I started the car and the radio was playing a Bob Marley song. I switched it off, I was not interested in Bob's songs about women and crying now, I was only interested in Mike. He sat there, looking fragile, so different to the exuberant Mike I had grown to know and love. But in all his sadness, there was one thing that remained the same, he was beautiful. No amount of sadness, grief or pain could take that away from him. He started to shiver, and I realized that the air conditioning must have been a bit cold, so I turned it off. I drove silently, never taking my eyes off the road. Edenvale is not really a big town, and as a result my house was not too far from where he lived; in fact it was just behind my practice.

I indicated as I turned into the red and black brick driveway of my suburban home. I switched off the car and turned to Mike. He was just sitting there, all cried out except for the occasional sob. He turned to me "H...how could anyone do that?" he said, in a whisper. I wanted to know badly what had happened, but I knew I had to allow him to tell me in his own time. I wanted to tell him so badly that everything would be okay, but I knew I would be lying. His brother was gone, and nothing could bring him back. But what had happened? What could I say to start him talking again?

"They think my mother did this." He said, snapping me out of my thoughts. He was looking directly at me his green eyes looking, not at me, but directly at my soul.

"Do you want to go inside?" I said, my voice barely above a whisper. He nodded his acknowledgment. We got out of the car, and walked silently up to the house. Our footsteps echoed in the yard, the silence reminding me that it was a normal working weekday.

I unlocked the door and we walked inside. The kitchen still had the aroma of my Eggs Benedict breakfast. I guess the cleaning lady had not come in yet.

"I need to make a call, alright Mike?" I looked at him for approval. He just nodded and proceeded into the living room, but I did not hear him switch on the television. I picked up the phone and dialed my office number.

"Hi Mare. Yes I know there are patients waiting. Listen, could you cancel all my appointments for today. Yes, all of them. Just give my apologies to those who have been waiting. I know they won't be too happy. Tell them...tell them they can all arrange a more suitable time, and I can see them free of charge. But keep tomorrow free. Give my sincerest apologies to Mrs. Golding. I know she was really anxious to see me today. Alright, thanks Mare, and take the rest of the day off, alright. No," I laughed, "I won't take it out of your pay, you know me better than that. Alright, Bye." I hung up. I went back into the kitchen, and got some ready made sandwiches from the fridge. Mike loved those. I poured him a glass of orange juice (this was not a good time to have a beer, even though he was above legal age), and I got myself a glass of water.

I walked into the sitting room to find that he had fallen asleep on the couch. I set the plates down, and got a blanket from the closet. I covered him with it and he stirred slightly, causing his hair to fall onto his face. I brushed it aside gently, and gave him a light kiss on the forehead. He looked almost angelic. I remember when he came to see me again...

"Hello again Mike. Have you thought about our conversation?" I asked him. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt and tight blue jeans, sitting in his usual position, eyes to the floor. "Yes I have." He looked up at me. "I've also done some of my own research." He paused for a very long time as if he was contemplating something. "Well David, I've decided not to go through with it. There are far too many complications." I was stunned; he did not seem like the type to give up so easily.

"Well Mike, I'm glad to hear you say that. Many young people simply think that all these plastic surgery ops are simple, but the reality is that there are serious complications that can occur. It is rare to find guys with enough courage to understand. And just between you and me," I looked him straight in the eye, "you are well above average." I winked at him. He smiled that hypnotic smile, those beautiful lips, and those deep green eyes. I felt my manhood stirring. "I like you." He said, snapping me away from my fantasy. "I like you a lot." I returned his smile.

"Well Mike, I like you too and if you ever need anything, my door is always open." We stood up at the same time. He visibly adjusted his crotch, and I couldn't help but smile, as I felt my own hardon straining against the fabric of my suit pants. I was not wearing my coat, and it was pretty visible. He looked down, and his eyes bulged. "You're huge!" he said, unable to stop himself. He flushed bright red. I wanted to hold him and caress him, but I was playing with fire. I had to control myself, I was an adult. "It's alright, don't be ashamed. It's ok. Do you want to see it?" I asked hopefully. He hesitated, but responded with a nod. I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out of its cage. It was throbbing quite violently as the blood pulsed through it. He reached out and took hold of it, and that was all that was needed to send bolts of electricity through my body. I shuddered uncontrollably as I felt my balls draw up towards my body, and shoot string after string of pearly white liquid onto Mike's hand. My body was drained, I heaved, trying to get as much oxygen as possible. I looked at him. He just stood there looking stunned. There was cum everywhere, on his face and his clothes. I looked down at his jeans, there was a dark patch forming on them. After what seemed like an eternity, he started to sob. I was shocked, what had I done? I had to act fast. I put an arm around him, and led him back to his seat. "What have I done?" he cried, looking at me through glazed eyes...

Now here he lay, breathing peacefully. Looking back, it was a tough time of transition for him, but I was glad he was through it. But now here lay a greater challenge for all of us, and Mike would need me now more than he ever had. The phone started to ring. I stood up gently so as not to wake the sleeping boy.

"Hello?" I answered

"Hello, David...Dr. David Welling?" came a woman's voice from the other end.

"Yes this is he. May I help you?"

"Yes, it's Helen Burrow, I found your number in my son's diary. How is Michael?"

"He's sleeping now, but he's been through a lot."

"I know you must be dying to know what is going on. Are you free?"

"Yes I am."

"Meet me at The Stone Café in 30 minutes. Thank you very much for looking after him, I owe you a lot."

"You welcome Helen. Don't worry about Mike he's in good hands. See you in 30" I hung up the phone. I checked on Mike, he was still sleeping. I walked into the kitchen and wrote a little note:

Gone to see your mom,

there are sandwiches

in the fridge if you get

hungry. Love you,

be back later

xxx

Dave

Well guys, there's chapter 2, things are about to get very interesting in David's life. Guys bear with me on the flashbacks, they are important to illustrate how the relationship started. Please send me your comments pragmaticstories@yahoo.co.uk. See you in chapter 3.