Date: Sat, 6 Jul 2013 08:58:25 -0700 (PDT) From: drake angel Subject: Exodus Whiskey : Chapter Three - Secret Garden Exodus Whiskey This is a fictional story set in the not too distant future. No intended parallels have been drawn or inferred between characters in this story and any one living or dead. The story deals with such situations as love between two young boys, sexual arousal and some sexually explicit content. Read at your discretion, follow the rules of your country and locality. Please do send me feedback if you like this story, or if you have any comments you would like to make. My email id is drakeangel1719@yahoo.com Chapter Three: Secret Garden When 聲o invited me to his home at the end of his second day of school, his deep voice washed over me. "Tashu, do you want to come home after school and we can hang out?" I smiled and tried to sound as manly as I could. "Yes, that would be great. I have some video games we can pick up on the way from my place." I imagined his home in my mind, I imagined going there every day after school, and making love to 聲o, repeatedly, with more passion than I could endure, for the rest of our lives. I imagined cooking for him, listening to music with him, playing football, and then, again, tired and spent, making love till dawn. I could not fathom my attraction for him. I was well aware of and comfortable with my sexuality, for more than three years now. Boys were the most adorable, lovable and beautiful creatures to walk this earth, and I had made love to many in my mind. But 聲o was different. Almost an irresistible magnetism drew me to him. His red lips uttered the sweetest sounds, his blonde hair, almost covering his eyes, danced to the wind's ballads, his long slender fingers held were like reeds in a careless stream. Look at me, a hopeless romantic who never believed in love. He never spoke on our long walk to his house, and instead, preferred to smile and hum strange tunes alien to me. I walked abreast of his languorous pace, sometimes falling back to admire him from afar. God, he was perfect in every way. His house stood at the end of a lonely street at the top of a hill, and out in front, the porch was austere. The house itself was very modern, with stone, glass and light, and glamorous yellow light coming through the windows. When we entered, I could smell freshly baked bread, so delicious I wanted to bite the air wafting from the kitchen. His mother walked in a hugged 聲o. She was a beautiful, graceful woman, and I knew now where 聲o got his eyes from. "This is Tashu, mother." She smiled at me and came over and gave me a hug. I stood awkwardly stiff, I had never been hugged by a complete stranger in my life. When she release me I smiled back at her. "It's nice to know you. You have a beautiful house." "聲o has been telling me that you are his first friend in school. I am glad that he is adapting so well." I was still smiling, and behind her, I could see 聲o kicking off his shoes and taking off his jacket. "Everyone in class likes him! The bread smells wonderful.", I said, pointing to the kitchen. "You boys go upstairs and make yourselves comfortable. I'll have some over with some soup." 聲o went up the stairs and I followed him. The further I went into the house, the more beautiful it got. From the ceiling hung suspended charms, on the floor deep white carpets, the walls full of photo frames, and comfortable lounge chairs and divans dotting almost every room. When I entered his room, the smell of strawberries hit me again. His room was just as beautiful as him, powder blue walls, a floating bed, in wall cupboards, and a glass wall that looked down the hill side. The light was soft, yellow and welcoming. "Give me a minute", he said, and opened up a panel in the wall which was the entrance to his bathroom. I smiled and sat on his bed, taking off my shoes, but keeping on my socks. I got up again and walked over to a wall full of photographs, of when he was a toddler, in comical large sunglasses on a beach, aged five perhaps, in football kit and his parents on his side, another aged maybe ten, at a piano looking lost in something magical. Some other photos showed him with some boys and girls our age, smiling, laughing and fooling around, in the piazzas of Italy, and perhaps another in Japan, from what I could see of the background in the photo. There was one striking photograph of him, sitting cross legged at some kind of precipice, with beautiful golden sunlight shining on his face. I decided to take a photograph of it in my cell phone before he could get out of the room. When I pulled the phone out of my pocket, however, it was switched off, and refused to come on. That was strange because I had remembered it having a reasonable amount of battery charge on my way from school. I tried it a couple of times before I heard the bathroom panel open. 聲o was quite transformed now, and stood wearing a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. It was the first time I had seen him without the requisite layering of clothing that stood between us and hypothermia in the winter outside. He was a sight to behold. He was lean, but not skinny, and I could almost make out the muscles in his abdomen as he walked towards me. "That was in Machu Pichu last year", he said pointing at the photograph. "I see that you like to take fancy vacations.", I said smiling. "You don't happen to have a USB charger, do you?" "Nope, sorry!" He walked to the glass wall and pointed out to the hill side at a small, derelict looking cottage. "I discovered that place last week, it's very old, and nobody has lived there for a long time, but the attic is full of books with footnotes written by someone called Natalia. You should come there with me one of these days." There was a knock on the door, and his mother entered with a tray which she set down on a table near the glass window. "Now Tashu, I have heard from 聲o that you bring fancy lunches to school everyday!" I nodded sheepishly, "And he eats most of it." She smiled and opened up the bowls of steaming soup. "I'm not much of a cook, but I can make some simple dishes like these. I hope you will like it. Are you allergic to anything?" "Only ajinomoto." "Well, there's nothing to worry then." The soup was delicious. It was simple scotch broth with bread, and yet the flavors burst on my palate. "Do you like it?", asked 聲o between mouthfuls. "It's delicious." "It's my favorite food.", he said smiling and slurping a bit. Outside in the fading light, a man strode up the hill. I could barely make out his figure, except for a red parka. "That's father.", said 聲o waving from his window. The man waved back and was soon joined in stride by at least ten men. "Those are all his good friends. They meet every week, wherever we are in the world." "What do they do? What does your dad do?" "He is a geologist, he travels the world, investigating and recording natural phenomena. All those people work with him. They are a team so to speak. I moved here because father wanted to study the atmospheric conditions of this place in the winter." I felt a bit alarmed on hearing this, my soup was done and so was 聲os. I helped him clean up the table, and put all the plates back on the tray. Nervously, I asked, "So how long does he do these studies for?" "That depends on how difficult the location is. In some places, we have spent six months, some places a year." "So, once your father is finished with his job here, will all of you go somewhere else?" "I think so." Downstairs, 聲o pulled up a seat next to the piano, and played some music that sounded vaguely familiar. His long fingers moved almost erotically over the keys, in wide circles, and I found myself getting an erection thinking of those fingers on my intimate parts, working their magic, caressing at times, at others almost hammering the keys. "Is it Chopin?" He smiled as he continued to play. "For a boy, you seem to have some very matured taste. Yes, it is Chopin." I replied, "Well, you're the one who is actually playing it!" Mr. Dorste opened the door at the very moment, followed by a blast of cold air and the people from the hillside. He said hello to 聲o, a quick hello to me, and they all trooped together into the kitchen. I now saw that there were some women in his group too, all looking concerned and dour. 聲o stopped playing and said there was something wrong with the strings inside the piano. He stood up and bent over into the piano's innards, and in doing so gave me a perfect look at his bum. Again, it was perfection. I found myself entranced by the sight of it, and I wished hard that I could do something carnal at that very moment. If I could, I would have simply devoured him. Mr. Dorste appeared from the kitchen suddenly, and I was afraid he may have caught me staring at his son most inappropriately. "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I have to ask 聲o to come in to the kitchen for a little while. Will you be ok on your own for a half hour?" A half hour? I certainly could have waited longer, but my mind was resolute on my bed, a box of tissues, and some delightful images that were now seared into my brain. "No, I don't think I will stay Sir. 聲o, I'll see you tomorrow." He nodded and disappeared into the kitchen. As I was opening the front door to leave, 聲o's mother appeared with what was a parcel of bread. "My regards to your parents. Since you liked it so much, you should take some home and find out what the rest of your family thinks about it." I smiled and this time, and exited the front door. Outside, it was dark and gray, and a biting cold wind was blowing. This part of the neighborhood looked particularly ominous at night. I decided to walk to the main road to see if could hire a taxi back home. As I stepped outside the compound, my phone started buzzing in my pocket. I was taken aback. I made a mental note to myself to have the phone checked up at the service center the next evening. On the taxi ride home, in the back seat, I touched myself through my pants every time I was sure the driver was not looking. I imagined 聲o, lying down on his bed, and me sitting on the side of his bed, my hands on the waistband of his shorts. I lifted it up and pulled it back. What would I see? I didn't matter. I was a block away from home, and I didn't need the tissues for now.