Date: Mon, 6 Feb 2006 13:12:27 +1100 (EST) From: george Subject: Brotherhood 10 Warning: the following story contains graphic descriptions of male/male sex between consenting adults. If that sort of thing bothers you, or you are a minor, or it is illegal for you to read this type of content under the laws of your area, don't read any further. This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Accolades, encouragement, suggestions, comments, and corrections are welcome and gladly accepted. Flames will be utterly ignored. dog_oocl@yahoo.com.au Chapter 10. When the cab stopped outside the Bondi home, it felt like reaching another world, what a change from that dusty barren landscape of Acacia Ridge. During our journey I could see the look of doubt on mother's face. Coming to the big city, moving in with a teenage son, and living under the roof of a total stranger. It would be hard for anyone to cope, more so for a 40 years old housewife. When we were indside, I could just hear the gasp escaped her, but she maintained her stiff posture, stood there in the middle of the lounge with the urn carrying my sis's ashes under her arm. She looked like a domestic help, we didn't belong here, she wouldn't be happy here. David was most considerate, he took charge of the situation, led her into the master bedroom and put her measly belongings in there. All along she hung on to the urn, life buoy? dead cub? "I'll go to the Chan's Chinese Restaurant to get some dinner for tonight, what would you like Mrs. Biggs?" "Call me Judy if you like, I don't know much about Chinese food, fry rice and spring rolls?" I held back my giggles, but David was much kinder than me, he kept a straight face. He left us there by ourselves. I bet she had a hundred questions to ask, I got in first. "Mom, I must tell you something. David and I live together, as a couple" "Oh" Oh Good? Oh Bad? Oh Yes? Oh No? Oh Ok? Oh Not Ok? Oh my God? Oh shit? "Mom, we are a gay couple" I used the sledgehammer. "I know what you mean, Josh. It is your life, your choice. And David seems to be a decent fellow, I'm in no position to tell you how you should conduct your life" Matter was settled. "How did you two meet?" Tricky question. No beating around the bush. She deserved a straight answer. I told her about my job as a prostitute, you should see the horror on her face, but, the rest of the story was easy. "It's all my fault, Josh. If I only paid a bit more attention, listened to your sister more carefully, I would have left your father years ago and you kids wouldn't have to go through all that miseries, and your poor sister would still be alive" "No ifs, Mom, don't take it upon yourself, look at the positive side, I met David, I now have you with us, I want to make you happy, past is past" I kissed her on the forehead. "Thank you Josh, but how are we ever be able to repay David?" I told her about David's background. I could see the disbelief on her face, woundn't blame her, I still pinched myself every now and then. Respect, gratitude, and love, our repayment. "Which room you two sleep?" "Oh, we sleep over at the small cottage at the back" "I could sleep there, this house is far too big for me" "I like it there, Mom" That cleared the living arrangement. "I'll show you the cottage" When she saw the little photo I had next to the bed, she clutched it to her chest and started crying. "Please Mom" Never knew how to console a crying female, dreaded when my sister cried while I was at home. David came to my rescue, I heard our names were called. The meal was delicious as usual, Mom didn't eat mcuh. We called it an early night. "May I use your phone to call Mrs. Newman our neighbor?" "This is your home, Judy, no need to ask" She still worried about that husband of her. When we settled in bed, I let out a big sigh, he held me tight. "Thank you David, all that troubles" "Anything for you, Josh" "Anything?" Found the hot root. The urgency was no longer there, but we were closer, more intimate. Caresses replaced words, kisses replaced words, we were communicating through love making, time on our side, no need to rush. We were husband and husband, wife and wife, husband and wife, we were lovers. We accepted pleasures, gave pleasures. We swallowed each other, tasted each other, we explored each other, we did everything to each other, did everything together. No declaration of love. Actions speak louder than words. We learned to love, to receive love, and to appreciate life. We slept in each other's arms, we were two, now one. Next morning Mom told me Mrs. Newman told her that my old man smashed all the furnitures, or whats remaining in the house, into pieces, broke all the windows, threatened Mrs. Newman with violence unless she told him where to find Mom. They had to call the coppers to calm him down. "He's history, Mom, let him be" "First thing first, you and your Mother need to refresh your driving skills. Public transports not efficient these days, I have made arrangement for you and Judy to take driving lessons tomorrow" "Me and my Mom can drive, we don't need lessons" "Yes, but this is not Acacia Ridge, Josh, traffic conditions are different and chaotic in Sydney, so, no argument" "Yes Sir" We took our lessons. Then the day came when David took us to the car yard to choose cars for me and my Mom. Mom and I had long discussion about the type of cars we needed, I wanted a brand new one, but Mom said even though David could afford and happy to pay for them, it was not right to abuse his generosity. I wouldn't mind a Porche, just imagined driving down Darlinghurst road along the Wall and picked up Glenn for a spin, Ah, just a thought. Real chores shopping with Mom, she insisted picking the cheapest possible ones. Eventually David stepped in, picked a 3 years old Toyota for her and a slightly more flashy 2 yers old Cooper Mini for me. When we came to signing the paper works, David wanted the cars to be registered in our names, but Mom and I insisted it should be in David's. Two against one, we won. Next, shopping for clothes, Mom refused to go into David Jones, not her style, she said, too expensive more likely. K-Mart was her choice, at the end, me and David gave up, sometimes she could be such a stubborn old cow. I bought myself some T-shirts and jeans at some teen fashion shops, usual stuffs. Mom settled into her daily routine pretty quickly. Her sole duties were to look after me and David, especially David, the son/daughter in law, so to speak. Cleaning house, doing laundries, shoppings, cookings. The Sunday roasts returned, no fancy stuffs, but good Aussie tuckers, meat and two vegies. David loved Mom, surrogate mother? They got along like house on fire. He always bring her flowers or little something. David had been busy, often disappeared half a day. We never asked about his business. Then one day he said "Time for me to face the music, I've booked myself to meet my parents tomorrow morning. To announce the good news, my resignation from my position in the church, and the bad news, that I've decided to take control of my 15% interest in the trust. And of course, to tell them about you, me and your Mom" Shit, that would be fun, "Oh, by the way mother, my boyfriend used to work as a rent boy along Darlinghurst road" That should really go down well with Mr. and Mrs. Berg, to learn that their son/daughter in law, was an ex-male-hooker! That morning, me and Mom sat in the lounge room, deep in our own thoughts, more likely, we were having the same thoughts. We both jumped when we heard the sounds of crushing gravels. Time to face the music, Josh. To be continued.....