Date: Wed, 9 May 2001 11:31:54 +0100
From: gspencer@amitar.com.au
Subject: Yin and Yang Part 1

This is a work of fiction and the resemblance of any character to anyone,
living or dead, is purely accidental and unintended. Copyright is retained by
the Author, and distribution by any means, whether for profit or not, is
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          If reading erotic literature is forbidden in the area where you
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      This story is written for those with a modest grasp of the English
language, and who enjoy a story with some sex in it. Any words you do not
understand can be found in the Pocket Oxford Dictionary 1992 edition.
--gspencer.

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			YIN AND YANG      Part One

Dearest Nephew,

     I promised you the full story of how your Uncle Li and I came to be
together. You know some of this from your mother but she was too young to
know all of it so I hope this fills in the gaps. Some of the things I have
written may sound a little strange, but remember that I did not know your
Grandmother's or your Grandfather's first names until after I "married"
Uncle Li and they were virtual strangers until after all this happened. I am
trying to give you some idea of how I felt as well as the facts of what
happened. Uncle Li sends his love but he is busy with planning another
house and can't take the time to write at the moment.
Be well and walk in love.
Uncle Jeremy.

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     It was only six weeks 'till the end of term and the Christmas
holidays.  We had moved here just in time for me to start the last term at
a new school. I had made some acquaintances but no friends, because the
kids did not seem to like strangers. Besides, friends were something
special to me, they were more than just the people you talked to about
schoolwork or films, they were people you could trust and who trusted
you. Someone told me once that friends are people to whom you can give
yourself with the chaff and the grain all mixed together, and they would
blow away the chaff and keep the grain.

     My father is a perfect fit for the old saying "Built like a brick
shithouse" and I take after him, although it would be a couple of years
before I was as tall as him. Every kid I talked to was wary of me, although
they all gave me different reasons for avoiding me when I tried to be
friendly. The girls were better, but I prefer boys, I don't particularly
like girls. They are nice as friends but I am not really smart, just an
average B student, yet the girls who came on to me seemed more stupid than
I was, so I did not like them.  Anyway everybody thought I was a bit
strange and avoided me, so it looked like a lonely Holiday.

     I have always had a strong dislike of bullying and everyone at my old
school knew it. It probably came from eight years of being taught not to use
my strength and skill in any way, which would intimidate others. It has
always been taught to me that using the Martial Arts to force your will upon
others, brought dishonour to you teacher and to your school. What I am
going to tell you shows the moment in my life when these principles became
reality to me and became set in stone as one of the guiding principles in my
life. I still follow them today.

     I had left two good friends behind when the divorce had been finalised
and mum had decided to move to her old city to get away from dad. We still
wrote but you know what teenagers are like and the letters were pretty few
and far between. I had gone with mum without protest because dad was just
an alcoholic wreck by then and I did not even think about living with him.
Besides, I always got on better with mum than with dad. I think it had to do
with her just letting me be myself. Dad seemed to want me to be like him.  It
was hard leaving Justin and Jessica behind but both my brother and sister
had managed to get good jobs and were not living at home, so there was no
chance of them moving with us.

     The new house was old but nice and it was roomy, I would rather have
old and roomy than new and cramped, I'm a lot like mum that way. There had
been some money left over after buying the house but mum wanted to keep it
for emergencies and found a job as a receptionist-cashier to keep us in
groceries.  My dad has not always been an alcoholic, but then again maybe
he just kept it under better control until the divorce thing blew up,
because I think that they say it is a disease, like an allergy.  He earned
big money as an Advertising Executive and mum had worked as something in
the Fashion Industry, but I never knew exactly what she did. That is why we
still had some money in the bank, but I did not know how much. When we
moved she wanted more regular hours and less stress. Mum would not buy me a
computer, let alone buy an Internet Account so I was feeling very deprived
and depressed. Dad has an Apple and Internet account at the Uni that he
uses when he works at home.

     I wanted to take up Tae-Kwan-Do again because I had been doing it
since I was seven when Justin had taken me to Aikido classes he had started
taking. I had switched when I was ten, as the sensei at Tai-Kwan-Do would
not take anyone younger than ten. He said I was a natural at it and I had
advanced rapidly until I was fighting boys considerably older than my
fifteen years. I had to learn a lot of ways to nullify their longer reach and
greater weight but I had an advantage, which I had never divulged to
anyone, not even my mother, though I think I had inherited it from her or
Grandma. I suspect it was mum but I only started to realise that recently. I
could read minds!

     Strictly speaking that is not true, because what I could read, without
looking, was peoples emotions. It just happens that most people react to
their emotions in fairly predictable ways and they broadcast their emotions
like radio waves. This is not true of everybody but most people have not
learned to control their emotions so they just react instead of letting their
mind choose the course of action. If you can read people, you have to find
the way to turn the volume down on all the minds of the people around you
and keep it damped down, and only really use it when you focus on one or
two people, otherwise it drives you crazy, but it forces you to grow up faster
than other people. It was a great tool to use in fighting as I could usually
pick what my opponent was going to try about half a second before he tried
it. Unfortunately Sensei was able to control his emotions so I could never
use it against him as effectively as against most opponents.

     Whenever I brought up the subject of Tae-Kwan-Do or the computers,
mum always said she had more important things to worry about and I would
just have to wait. Fortunately I had brought most of my workout gear so I
kept up my exercises, including swimming and running, until I could join a
new Teacher. I still remember one of her comments.

     "Do you know that I can buy a car for the cost of a computer? I have
better things to waste money on than expensive toys for little boys." I think
she was exaggerating but I was never much good on car prices, so perhaps
you could buy a cheap car for that amount.

     I was walking home, as usual. School had been a bore but the heat was
going out of the sun now and the drumming of the cicadas in the street
trees was just an occasional, sporadic burst. I decided to take a slightly
different route and explore a little. I walked up to the top of the hill
where the park spread out in every direction and gave a panorama of the
city spread all around it on the plain. We were in the suburbs but hills
were rare and whenever there was one you could see for miles. This park
must have been made when this was the rich end of town as it was large and
had lots of beautiful old trees. Down the slope, to my left, was a rotunda
where they used to have band performances of a Sunday. It was probably
forty years since it had last been used but it was still kept in good
condition. I wandered down to have a look and, as I got closer, I could
hear an argument, although I could not hear exactly what they were saying.
I focused my attention in that direction and immediately I could feel three
people. The first one I felt was HATE. It was that strong and it was
uncontrolled but it was focused on the second person, who's feeling was
fear.  The third person was smugly self satisfied and was holding the
second person and egging the first one on.  This could be nasty, so I broke
into a run and covered the distance as quickly as I could. I could feel
that the two nasty ones were about my own age but the frightened one was
probably about thirteen.

     Before I rounded the corner of the rotunda (it was actually an
octagon, not round) I felt the bigger boy deliver a punch, with all his
weight, right into the gut of the smaller boy. As the air whooshed out of
his lungs and he doubled over, the other boy brought his knee up into the
boy's thigh in a vicious dead leg. I dropped my backpack and roared as
loudly as I could, STOP! The biggest boy had both hands clasped and raised
above his head about to deliver a rabbit punch to the unprotected neck of
the smaller boy. If he hit the right spot it would kill him. He was
ignoring me so I used my momentum to leap up and deliver a kick, with my
left foot, to his ribs. He flew about two meters (6'6") down the hill and I
landed on my feet, turning to the smug one and taking up stance. "Let him
go or you'll get worse than your mate."

    "Piss off and mind you own business."

    I did not wait for a second invitation. I just stepped forward and
delivered a roundhouse kick to his left arm. I could feel the bone break
but I did not think I had used enough force to snap it completely, just
cause a green stick fracture. The scream he let out would have made anyone
think I had torn his balls off with my bare hands. He was obviously more
used to giving pain than he was to receiving it. Of course he let the
smaller boy go and collapsed against the rotunda abusing me with every
dirty word he could think of, through his tears. The larger boy had managed
to get to his feet by this time and was staggering up the hill in obvious
pain, I had probably cracked some of his ribs.

     "What are you? Some sort of fag lover or just another fag who wants to
die?"

     This got my back up and I was ready to thrash him the shit out of him,
but my Sensei's teaching was too strong. There was no immediate danger
and it would be better to be restrained rather than let my emotions take
control and inflame the situation. I could feel "anger, frustration,
bewilderment" all oozing out of his mind but there was no thought of attack.

     "Don't use that as an excuse for your being a bully. What I am, is my
business and what he is, is his business, you're just using your fear of
anyone different as an excuse for beating up other people. I think you had
better take a good look at what is inside yourself before you go pointing the
finger at other people."

     I picked up the smaller boy's bag and helped him up off his knees. He
was still doubled over and his right leg would not work properly, so I
acted as a crutch and we slowly walked over to pick up my bag. I suddenly
realised that I had my arm around the most beautiful Chinese boy that I had
ever seen. He was not as small as I had first thought but he was slim and
lightly boned. He would never be a big man but he would be graceful and
good looking all his life. He was certainly no match for the other two and
never would be unless he learned one of the martial arts.

     "I'll help you home. Where do you live?"

     "38 Tambourine Road" he wheezed.

     I could not judge his voice, since he was having enough difficulty
getting the breath to walk, let alone talk. We limped slowly across the
park, or rather, he limped and I staggered with two heavy bags on my right
shoulder and my left arm 'round this beautiful boy. As we reached the
perimeter footpath he pointed to Tambourine Rd and we turned slightly down
hill. I realised that I had a roaring stiffy in my pants; this boy was
turning me on.  There was nothing I could do about it and it was, probably,
not very obvious, so I just ignored it and we staggered on.

     I was aware that boys interested me more than girls, but it was not
something that I thought about much. It was not that I did not know about
sex, or that I did not wank regularly, it was just not a thing that I
thought about much. I enjoyed it as much as anybody, well not perhaps as
much as those who boasted they did it three times a day. Of course they may
not have been telling the truth but it did not matter to me, once a day was
enough to keep me happy. If doing it three times a day was what they
needed, who cares, it was their dick. All the same I thought they were
either lying or obsessive.  I had plenty of other things to do, perhaps
they didn't.  The problem was, that the feel of this boy, with his arm
around my neck and his body moving in my arm and against my side as we
walked, was a sensation I had never felt before and it was the sexiest
thing I had ever experienced. As we turned into Tambourine Rd and I saw
that his house must be near the far end, I realised that this would be my
nightly pleasure fantasy for a long time to come.

     By the time we neared his house he was breathing better, standing up
straighter and not limping as badly, but he was far from O.K. "I am Li
Wong" his voice was like a magpie fluting in the garden. " May I have the
honour of knowing your name?"

     I was entranced and I was not able to speak for about ten seconds. I
pulled myself back together. " My name is Jeremy Irons." I almost grunted
it out and it made me realise just how much effort it had taken to get him
out of danger and up to his home.

     "It is very kind of you to have helped someone who is a stranger to
you," he warbled again. "I don't know how to thank you for helping me out
with those boys, but I fear that in doing this you've made enemies for
yourself."

     As we paused at his gate to draw breath and ease our load on each
other I was just about to answer when his mother, who must have been
watching from the window, flew down the steps and began to speak to him in
what I later learned was Cantonese. The conversation went on for a couple
of minutes and I was just about to pick up my bag and leave when Mrs Wong
seized my hand and said, in English, with barely any accent. "You must come
in and rest. I will make you some tea. You must be very tired after helping
so much my son." She spoke to Li in Cantonese and went back indoors. She
was beautifully groomed and her dress was perfect for her slim, petite
body.

     I was feeling the results of walking all that way half crouched so
that I was low enough to not put too much strain on Li, and I was thirsty,
so I accepted her invitation. He limped, slowly, to the steps but he was
not able to put enough strain on his bad leg to hold himself while he
lifted his good leg onto the first step. I dropped the two bags I was
carrying and caught him as he staggered back. Without really thinking about
it, I scooped up his legs in my left arm and carried him up the steps. He
was heavier than he looked but I could bench press considerably more than
his weight so I was not straining to do it. I put him down as gently as I
could and then went back for our bags. He said something to his mother, who
had come rushing back when she saw me carrying him, limped into the house
and stood waiting for me at the door.

     "Welcome to our home Mr Jeremy Irons." He gave me a formal bow, but I
could see him wincing as he did it. "Please put the bags here."

     I put the bags where he indicated and followed him through the house,
which was furnished in a tasteful modern Chinese style. All those years of
mum being in the fashion industry had given me a good eye for style and
taste. I was seated in the formal lounge room and Mrs Wong brought a small
table and placed it in front of me, then she brought in a pot of tea and
small Chinese cups on a tray with a plate of Dum Sum. I tried to talk them
into looking after Li's bruises but they would have none of it. It was Li
who rebuffed my protests.

     "You are our honoured guest and it would be most impolite to leave you
unattended."

     I managed to persuade them both to share tea with me and we talked
about the usual things you do when you are getting to know someone. They
were Australianised enough so that their different Chinese customs were not
obvious. I had always loved Chinese culture and had several books on
different parts of it, so I was in delighted to be getting a first hand
look at a modern Chinese household.  I could feel intense curiosity from
two children, hidden around the corner and taking quick peeks at this
unexpected guest. I did not know how to ask Mrs Wong if she had other
children, without being impolite, so I asked Li.

     "Do you have any brothers or sisters?"

     Mrs Wong smilingly informed me that he had an older brother and a
younger brother and sister. In the usual Chinese fashion, she was proud of
bearing so many boys because they are more highly esteemed than girls. I
was introduced to the two younger ones but Chang, the older one, was out
with some friends after school and that is why Li was walking home alone
today. I was feeling rested and it was well past time for me to be home, so
I, reluctantly, made my excuses, picked up my bag and headed off. I only
lived four streets away but the blocks were big and it took me fifteen
minutes to get home.

     It was after four thirty when I opened the front door, so I knew I
would have to give mum an explanation. She always rang at that time to tell
me what vegetables to get ready for dinner. Sure enough, she rang fifteen
minutes later and asked me where I had been. I told her that I would
explain when she got home and did the vegetables. I had just finished them
when she walked in the door.

     After dinner the enquiry began. "Why were you home so late? Who were
you with?" The inevitable "I don't like you fighting." And "Who were these
boys you were fighting with?" Then the curiosity " Who are the Wong's?
"Do I know them?"

     I answered everything, as briefly as I could with as little detail as
I could get away with but this was the first time she had ever given me the
"full enquiry" routine and I realised that it must have been from my mum I
had inherited my ability to read people, so I did not try to lie. She would
have seen it instantly, just as I would have, but her questions about the
Wong's got me a bit pissed off.

     "How would I know who the Wong's are? We have only been here seven
weeks and I only met them because someone was punching the shit out of
Li."

     "Keep that sort of language to yourself young man and don't take that
tone of voice with me."

     It was then I realised, it was confirmation, she was reading my
feelings not my tone of voice. I was very practised at keeping a neutral
tone for avoiding trouble with some of our stupid teachers. I filed that
away for future reference and apologised.

     The next day was much as Wednesday, as far as school was concerned. I
had to be home straight after school to get some household jobs done. I had
to catch up on those I had missed from the day before, so I did not hang
around. I did not see Li, but he was probably kept home.

     Friday was a bit more relaxed. I noticed the boy whose ribs I had
cracked, talking to a year 12 in the quadrangle during lunch. I did not think
much of it but there was a feeling of menace in the air so I spent the
afternoon being rather wary.

     When the last bell went I was not in the rush to be first out the
door. It was a mistake I was to regret only a few minutes later. If I had
been keeping my guard up and my senses on full alert then they would never
have caught me. The truth is that nothing bad had happened during the
afternoon and I had fallen into another daydream about Li. That short dark
hair, that sweet, almost alluring smile, those dark pools of his eyes, the
feel of his chest rubbing against mine. I had thought about him at least a
dozen times since Wednesday afternoon and it was ruining my concentration.
I would start a maths problem or an essay and suddenly find I had been
sitting for several minutes doing nothing except re-live the feeling of
holding Li in my arms as I carried him up the steps, or the sound and
inflections of his voice. I was disgusted with myself for my lack of
self-control, but I did not seem to be able to do anything about it. What
on earth was the matter with me? This was not some jack-off fantasy this
was seriously weird.

     I walked down the front steps of the school with my mind in a whirl
and my bag on one shoulder, when I was snapped back into reality by a
rapidly approaching feeling of rage. He was big, probably year 12 so I
slipped my bag down to the crook if my elbow and swung around, suddenly,
using it as a club. It caught him in the side and knocked him to the
ground. There was another one behind me and I could feel the cold
calculation as he started the downward swing of a rabbit punch. I hunched
forward and to the side so that he would not contact my neck but the blow
on the back of my shoulder was so strong that I hit the ground. I rolled
away from him and onto my back.  The one on my right was swinging a mighty
kick at my ribs. I rolled to my right and grabbed his ankle with my left
hand, lifting his foot a little, changing the angle of momentum. I rolled
back, keeping firm hold of his ankle, and brought my right hand up, with
knuckle extended, striking the nerve just behind the knee. The foot landed
on my ribs but I had taken most of the sting out of it, although I would
still have a hefty bruise. He hopped away and I knew it would be some weeks
before he was able to walk properly, again.

     Attention! The one on my left had raised his foot and was going to
stamp right in the middle of my chest, with all his weight. My left hand
flew up and grabbed his ankle, pushing the momentum to my right and away
from his centre of gravity. My right hand hit him, at the exact centre of
the knee joint, with all the power I could put into it. His scream, as the
ligaments ripped away from the bone on the inside of his knee, had every
kid, still in the yard, looking in our direction. He dropped to the ground,
unconscious; the pain had been too much for him. I sprang to my feet and
straight into stance but there were no more threats. I picked up my dusty
and rather battered bag and staggered off in the direction of home.

     By the time I reached the school gate, I had pulled myself together. I
decided to wait until I got home before I reviewed the fight and to remain
on full alert until I was safe indoors. Fighting in real life is a lot more
tiring and hurts a lot more than sparring on the mats. I could hear feet
running up behind me. A hand fell on my shoulder and I automatically
grabbed it, ducked and twisted, ending up with the person in a half nelson
position, arm behind their back, but with the hand painfully twisted. I
suddenly felt embarrassed because this was a big, strong, obviously
Chinese, year 12. It could only be Chang Wong.

     "You must be Chang! Please, I'm sorry, I'm rather on edge." I let his
arm fall and tried to massage his shoulder, almost blushing with
embarrassment.

     "Shit! Li said you were strong but I didn't realise just how strong
and fast you are. It was my fault; I should never have come at you like
that after what you've just been through."

     He stood up straight, towering above me. He must have been 190 cm (6'
4") while I am only 175 cm (5'10"), and he had plenty of muscle to go with
it. He was the opposite of Li in every way I could think of, right at that
moment. Suddenly a horrible thought struck me and there was an edge of
fear in my voice.

     "Where's Li?"

     Chang smiled and reassured me. "He's safe, he's with father! That's why
I came to get you! Father would like to meet you. Please come with me,
father and Li are waiting in the car."

     It was an invitation I could not refuse, I would get to see the
enchanting Li again. What was wrong with me? I was behaving like one of
those people in a Barbara Cartland novel, or perhaps a Mills & Boon, and I
despised them. Before I knew it we were standing beside a big new Mercedes
and the front door flew open. Li was wrapped around me, clinging like a
limpet on a rock and crying into my shoulder. I could not help myself, my
left arm wrapped gently around him, holding him to me, even though he was
holding on for dear life. My right hand was caressing the short glossy
black hair on the back of his head.

     "Shush shush little Li! I'm not hurt, everything is alright." I
lied. My heart was not beating fast like the novels describe, it was
beating like the bass drummer in a marching band was trying for maximum
noise. I had to be strong for this beautiful boy. God help anyone who laid
a finger on my Li. What the hell was wrong with me? I don't even know
him. We only met Wednesday. Why is he behaving like this? Why am I behaving
like this?

     I looked into the car and saw his father. Two things were immediately
apparent. Chang took after his father and Li took after his mother. The
next was that his father was looking at Li with pain in his heart for the
pain he could see his son suffering and he was powerless to help him. The
Love was unmistakable! There was no hint of rejection or revulsion for the
seeming weakness and sensitivity his son was exhibiting, just a deep
enveloping Love. I could feel it encompassing me since I so obviously cared
for his son.  Instantly I knew that if Li were to decide that I was his
friend then his father would welcome me with open arms. In fact he seemed
to want me to be Li's friend. What about Li? I knew that I liked boys but I
didn't know whether I was in love or whether this was just friendship. Just
because Li was a beautiful and sensitive person it did not, automatically,
mean that he was gay. I tried to pick up something from him but he was so
upset by what had happened that everything was mixed up and I could not
distinguish whether his concern for me was for a friend or whether it went
deeper. He was clear that he wanted to be friends; and I wanted to be
friends with him.

     Chang spoke to him in Cantonese and tried, gently, to pull him away.
Li just clung on tighter and I smiled and shook my head at Chang. Chang's
emotions were not as strong as his father's, but there was no mistaking the
loving concern, which was written on his face, let alone broadcasting from
his mind. I realised that we were ignoring Mr Wong, which was most
impolite.  I slid my left arm down below Li's beautiful rounded bum and my
right arm down to his ribs. With one movement I bent and lifted his slim
body into my arms and walked over to sit on the edge of the front seat.
When I was seated, I put out my hand for Mr Wong to shake.

     "I am honoured to meet you Mr Wong." Two great paws swallowed my
hand.

     "It is I who am honoured Mr Irons. That you should defend my son when
he was still a stranger to you shows a heart of great compassion and
courage. That your defence of my son should have brought you greater
trouble is a source of sorrow to us all."

     "Please Sir! Don't blame yourselves for what happened today. You
aren't responsible for the decisions, which other people make and I'm to
blame for having inflicted a serious injury on one of them. If I'd been
more alert they wouldn't have got so close and I wouldn't have had to be so
violent. I fear that my own shortcomings have led to someone being
permanently injured when it could have been avoided but you're not
responsible for them attacking me, that was their choice."

     "But Jeremy, if you had not saved me then Brydon's big brother
wouldn't have tried to hurt you."

     I recovered my hand from Mr Wong and wrapped it around Li, looking
deep into his eyes.

     "Sensei always taught me that each decision stands alone. No matter
what the reason for having to make the decision, each decision stands
alone.  Brydon made a decision to attack you. His big brother made a
decision to attack me. Neither of them was forced to make the decision they
did. They made that decision because of who they are and what they believe,
not for any other reason. You did not force Brydon to decide to attack you
and you did not force me to decide to defend you, so you cannot be
responsible for any of the things that have happened. It would have been
better if they had made different decisions but we all have to live with
the consequences of the decisions we have made."

     What was that feeling I was getting from Li while I had been talking?
Could it be that he felt something more than friendship? I was certain that
he had made a place for himself in my heart and it was right above the
place where I kept my two best friends. I was filled with a feeling of
protectiveness towards this beautiful, sensitive boy. I could not help
myself; I pulled his head towards me and kissed him, gently on the
forehead.

     "Be at peace little Li! If you would like it, I'll be you friend and
you'll not have to fear again. I'll watch out for the bullies and keep them
away from you, if you want me to?"

     "Oh Jeremy will you really be my friend?"

     "If you want me, and if it is OK with your Father."

     Mr Wong spoke to Li in Cantonese. I did not know what he said but I
could feel the contentment in Li before he replied.

     "Yes Father, I would love to have Jeremy as my very best friend."

     "It is official then. Mr Jeremy Irons is now your best friend and will
always be welcome in our house." He was smiling but he was cautious. He did
not want Li to make a mistake and he needed to check, for himself, that I
was really what I seemed. No! I was reading that wrongly, he was afraid
that I was not what he thought me to be. What on earth did he think I was?

      Chang put his hands on both our shoulders and said. "I am so happy
for Li.  You are brave and strong, yet you are also polite and gentle. Li
needs a best friend like you."

     Shit! How long have we been sitting here? I have to get home and
cleaned up or mum will hit the roof if she finds I've been fighting again.

     "Mr Wong I would love to stay and talk but my mother will be upset if I
am not home by four thirty."

     "I will drive you home and perhaps I can meet your mother?"

     "My mother is still at work, but she always rings at four thirty."

     "Perhaps I will meet her another day."

     The Ambulance pulled in just as we pulled out. Li and I sat in the
back seat, smiling at each other. Chang sat in the front with my book bag
under his feet. Mr Wong did not even ask me where I lived, he just drove
straight there.

     "This house used to be owned by Misses Emily and Adele Erhardt." He
commented as he pulled into the drive. "They loved this house and Adele
always said that Emily often came to visit her after she passed on."

     It was rather an odd comment but I was intent on looking at Li and
daydreaming that this time might be a little different to my other two best
friends. I did not think before I replied or I probably wouldn't have said
what I did. In fact I know I wouldn't have said it because I know how most
people react when you tell them about things like Spirits.

     "Is she that thin little lady with snow white hair? She's very sweet
and she visits me sometimes."

     Mr Wong just looked at me with understanding. "Ah! You and Li have
something in common."

     I had no time to find out what he meant, so I undid my seat belt,
shook Li's hand, promised to call him and come around, took my bag from
Chang and shouting my thank- you's, rushed inside. I just had time to get
my breath and a drink before the 'phone rang. Thank you! No need for mum to
learn about today's incident. When I was on the 'phone with mum, I noticed
my watch glass was very badly scratched, I had better not wear it until I
could get a new glass, it would be a dead giveaway. I hid it in the top of
the wardrobe.

     I had the casserole in the oven when mum came in. It would be ready at
six, if everything went well. At a quarter to six the doorbell rang and mum
answered it. She came back carrying a huge floral arrangement with loads of
proteas and orchids all over it. It must have been worth a couple of
hundred dollars. She put it on the table and handed me the card without
saying a word. I could feel puzzlement, curiosity and careful assessment,
or was it calculation? There was not a hint of anything more and she had to
be playing her cards close to her chest. The card read.

 "To Elisabeth Irons. Thank you for raising such a wonderful son. Lin
Wong."

     Nothing was said about it until the dishes had been cleared.

     "Do you know who the Wong's are?" she probed.

     If she was going to be that way then I could be just as hard to read.

     "I already told you! They are Chinese and they live in Tambourine Rd." I
made myself feel pissed of and a bit stupid.

     "Do you know what Mr Wong does for a living?" That was pretty stupid,
they had to have money to have sent such a huge bunch of flowers. Then I
caught a hint from behind the mask.

     "Aha! You have been checking them out. What does Mr Wong do for a
living?" It was her turn to feel uncomfortable.

     "He owns the big shopping complex in Rundle St and he owns the
Mercedes dealers in Preston and the Ford dealers in Jolimont."

     The man had to be a millionaire. What were his kids doing going to an
ordinary suburban school? The Chinese like to flaunt their wealth and I had
not seen many signs of "conspicuous consumption" from what little I knew
of the Wong's. I knew what I was talking about; I had seen some of mum's
friends in the fashion industry.

     "It is a very good idea to be friends with wealthy people, they can help
you in all sorts of ways."

     So that was what the calculation had been about. I had seen both mum
and dad fawning on some people I would not have pissed on, just because
they were rich. I had decided, back then, that I was not going to do that
no matter how much money someone had. I was still feeling the after effects
of the fight and a bit of guilt for having wrecked that kid's knee,
although I did not realise it until later. My blood began to boil and I did
not try to hide it.

     "Mum! I don't care if they're rich or poor! I don't care if they're
pink or blue with green spots! I only care about whether they're nice
people or not!  If I'd behaved like you and dad used to I would never have
made friends with Ben and Fred. Now I know why you never really liked them
and why you won't let me get a computer your afraid that I'll stay friends
with poor people."

     It was cruel, it was not true and I was hitting below the belt but I
was angry and I was projecting anger and disgust from every pore. I could
feel her anger rising and I could feel her need to dominate me. I would
never allow that to happen and I could see we were about to get into a
bitter and damaging fight. We might even end up enemies instead of
friends. I had to think fast. I could not hit her with a Karate blow but I
needed something just as effective, before things got out of hand.

     I closed my eyes and focused on the centre of my being then I drew up
all my Chi and radiated calmness and reason.

     When I opened my eyes a minute later, she looked as if I had hit her
in the face with a bucket of cold water. Sensei had been so right; letting
anger cloud your reason is a recipe for disaster. Thank God I had been able
to defuse it.

     "I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that. I know you don't think that
way, but dad and a lot of other people do, and it gets on my goat. I should
never have lumped you in with them."

     "You have inherited the gift! Mother never told me that boys could
inherit the gift!"

     "She probably didn't know, after all I wouldn't have told you if we
hadn't got into this stupid fight."

     "I'll have to tell her next time I ring her. How long have you known
you had it?"

     "For as long as I can remember. Did Jessica inherit it?"

     "Yes she did, but nowhere near as strongly as you."

     "Perhaps my training makes me better at using it than she is."

     "I don't know, but I do know that I have never seen anyone use it like
that."

     That was it for the night. Mum went out and put the kettle on and
never said another word about it.

     I went up to my bedroom and meditated. I was seeking to make sense of
my behaviour and of my emotions. I meditated until bedtime. There was an
awful lot to deal with.

     Saturday was a free day. After my morning exercises I could not think
what to do. No one had invited me to join them. I was not into sport much
except martial art, swimming and running. None of them were team sports and
they tended to push people away, since they were rather individual. I
thought about going to visit the Wong's but I was not sure if I was being
too pushy. I decided to get homework out of the way and go swimming in the
afternoon.

     I left the pool feeling rather tired. I had overdone it a bit, 1600
meters (1 mile) of crawl and 1600 meters of backstroke. I had not swum for
months because of the move and setting up the new house and I had only had
time for a couple of quick dips in the past few weeks so I was out of
condition. I knew I would be all right after a good nights sleep, but it
was still a bit much. I should have started at 1000 meters each. I plodded
wearily home lugging my gym bag. Pity I had not thought to use the
backpack. When I got in I just flopped. I was too tired to be bothered
getting a drink and a snack until I had lain on the lounge for fifteen
minutes. While I was in the kitchen, eating, mum came in with some
groceries and put them on the bench. The 'phone started to ring and she
went to answer it.

     "The Wong's have invited you 'round tomorrow, would you like to go?"

     "Yes mum I'd love it"

     "They will pick you up at 9.30 OK?"

     "Sure is."

     Mum cooks dinner on the weekend and she made a fruit jelly with ice
cream for dessert (I think that in American that is Jell-O and jelly= jam).
We watched the news and a programme on Dinosaurs before I realised I was
falling asleep so I went to bed rather early.

     I felt fine the next morning. After my workout and shower I put on a
good pair of jeans and a knit shirt. I was only just ready before Mr Wong
came. Mr Wong introduced himself and said all the usual polite things to
mum. Mum gave me all the usual stuff about behaving etc. and a kiss. Then
we were in the Mercedes and away. I was excited and I think Mr Wong could
see it. He may not have mums and my gift but he is a pretty smart
man. There was a Ford LTD in the garage when we arrived, but the two cars
were the only signs of wealth that I could see. Chang opened the door for
us and gave us a formal bow. These people seemed to be the strangest
mixture of formal and informal. I had never met a family like them, but I
felt that I would fit in OK when I learned their rules; I am pretty strange
myself.

      As soon as the door was shut, Li came up and took my hand with the
sweetest, bashful, smile. He looked beautiful. He was wearing matching
shorts and shirt of some very soft material. I had seen the material a
couple of times before but I did not know its name. I was so busy looking
at him I could not say a word. Mr Wong ushered us into the lounge and sat
us, together, on a kind of love seat. Mrs Wong came in with a large pot of
tea and poured us all a cup then sat in the chair beside her husband. Li
and I were still holding hands. He seemed much more confident and secure
when he was holding it, so I let him.

     Mr Wong smiled at me and said. "Jeremy we have spoken with the
Ancestors and both we and they feel you would be good for Li. We know that
Li is not like others and that he likes boys even though he is a boy
himself. We hope this is not a problem for you. We did not think it would
be because of what Li said you told those bullies, but we thought it was
best to be honest with you, and give you the choice."

     "Mr Wong it makes no difference to me. I feel very proud that you
trust me enough to tell me this. I like Li and I think he must be having a
hard time with the kids at school, if I can help him then it will make me
happy and I think it will make things easier for Li. I haven't made any
real friends since we moved here and Li will be my first."

     I am not very imaginative and I am always getting criticised by my
English teachers for just spewing out platitudes or rehashing things I have
read, but why should I try to think up a new way of saying something when
someone else has said so perfectly, just what I want to say; even if it
makes me look stupid and old fashioned.

     I drank my tea and Mrs Wong refilled my cup. She was feeling very
pleased and there seemed to be a hint of something more behind it, but I
could not quite catch it. Mr Wong was feeling parental he wanted me to be
Li's friend but he needed to be sure he was doing the right thing. His
feeling of pleasure was more reserved. Li was feeling so happy he was
almost over the moon. I had no intentions of telling them I was Gay too, at
least, not yet.  I had not even told mum.

      Mr Wong told Li to show me the garden and that he would take us to
lunch at twelve. Li showed me the garden and how it was planned for Feng
Shui. We sat in a gazebo and talked. I asked him about School and I was
surprised to learn that he was in year 9. I had expected him to be in year
8.  Because of his birthday falling before the cut off date and because he
was very smart they had allowed him to stay in year 9. A lot of the kids,
and even some of the teachers, teased him and bullied him. It had not been
too bad at the start of year 8 but it had gradually got worse until
Wednesday which had been the worst of all.

     I told him about myself, and my interest in China. He asked me if I
felt it rude when they spoke in Cantonese in front of me and I told him I
thought it was terrific just as long as they spoke to me in English and
didn't ignore me.  He giggled and told me he would never ignore me. It was
the first time I had heard him giggle and it entranced me. I have never
heard him laugh, in all the years we have been together, but he giggles all
the time and I still love it.

     I felt like I was beginning to melt, I was getting all gooey inside
and my eyes were misting. What the hell was wrong with me? I must be having
some sort of strange reaction to something. This can't possibly be love;
I've only just met him.

     We talked about all sorts of things and Mr Wong had to come and call us
because we had lost track of the time.

      Mr Wong, Mrs Wong and the two younger children, Ping and Min, were
dressed in smart casual clothes but I felt out of place because I was
wearing jeans and a knit shirt. Li took one look at us together and said
something to his parents in Cantonese. He dashed upstairs and called
something to Chang.  They came down a few minutes later both wearing knit
shirts and jeans. I could not help it, I had tears in my eyes, and I kissed
Li on the forehead.

      "Thank you. I have never had such a thoughtful friend before." Then I
felt embarrassed at my outburst.

      "We could not have our guest feeling uncomfortable." Mr Wong was
feeling proud of his son and happy at my reaction. Chang just smiled.

      We went to the Jade Palace it must have been one of the Wong's
favourite places because they were greeted by name as soon as the Maitre
saw them. Li had taken my hand in one hand as soon as he was out of the
car. He took his fathers hand in the other and Chang whispered in my ear.

     "You are taking my place and it makes me very happy."

      I was not quite sure what he meant but I knew it was good. Li was
feeling very proud that he now had three strong men who loved him. The meal
took us almost two hours to eat, as every time we finished a dish another
would appear. Fortunately I was used to chopsticks so I did not feel out of
place. I must have drunk a bucket of tea, but I like it, and it makes the
food taste better. I whispered to Li that I needed to go and where was the
toilet; he said he needed to go too and he would show me. We stood beside
each other and let it flow; we were both full. I looked down at his and I
felt him looking at mine. I am not all that big, about average from what I
have read, but he thought I was magnificent even though I am cut and he is
not. I thought his was sweet; it was just the right proportion for his
body. He was so happy and exited at seeing my dick that I did not feel
embarrassed, even when our eyes met.

     We went back to the Wong's and Li and I just wandered back to the
gazebo without even thinking about it. We talked about all sorts of things
and I asked him what his father had meant when he said we had something in
common. He told me that he could see Spirit people too. We talked about
that for a while. I told him I had another secret to tell him but I had to
tell mum first. I think he guessed what it was when I put my arms around
him and we rubbed our crotches together. I kissed him on the cheek. He
hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. I got a bit embarrassed and we went
inside because it was time to go home.


     Mum was full of curiosity but she held it in until after dinner. "What
did you do today?"

     "Nothing much we just mucked around and talked a lot. We went to the
Jade Palace for lunch." I was not giving anything away if I could help it.

     "What are the Wong's like."

     "They're nice but a bit strange. I guess it's because I don't know
much about Chinese ways of doing things. I'll soon pick it up and then they
won't seem strange anymore."

      "Are you and Li going to be friends?"

     "I guess so. Li is pretty cool and they like me." I must have been
leaking something because she suddenly had this "Aha.Gotcha" feeling. That
was it, on that subject, for the night.

     Once more I sought my Spirit Guide before bed to try and make sense
out of what was happening. I got a clear impression that I should not put
things off and that honesty was always easier than deception. Since I had
no idea what these feelings I had for Li really meant I decided they were
referring to telling mum I was gay. I decided to look for the right time to
do it. I have often wondered whether my liking for all things Chinese is
the reason I have a Tibetan Monk as my Spirit Guide or if it is the other
way around.

                    ---------------------------------


School was a bit strange when I arrived on Monday morning. I could feel
people talking about me behind my back. There was no threat in it but there
was a lot of curiosity and a bit of fear. I had almost forgotten, in the
hectic events of the weekend, that the last thing I had done before leaving
school on Friday was to put one senior in hospital and badly bruise a nerve
in the knee of another. There had been quite a few kids who had seen the
fight so it was a major topic of conversation. The teachers were either
unaware of what had happened or they were ignoring it. After all it
happened after school even if it had been on school property. Li and Chang
walked around the corner looking for me, Li ran up and hugged me so I
hugged him back.  Chang shook my hand. He made sure it was OK for me to
walk Li home on Wednesday, because he wanted to go out with some mates, and
of course it was. It must have looked strange to some of the kids because
different grades keep to themselves at school but here was a year 12, a
year 10 and a year 9 being all close and buddy-buddy. I could feel the
stares from across the yard. I could feel "hostile, contempt" from one
particular person and I lifted my eyes away from Li and glared in their
direction. The person ducked behind someone else and scuttled in the
door. I caught a glimpse of a plaster cast on his left arm. No need to
guess who that was

     Morning classes were abuzz with conversation and speculation but no
one would speak to me directly. Lunchtime, I went looking for Li. He was
rather distressed as there were dozens of boys and girls around him all
trying to get him to answer questions about me. When I turned the corner
all conversation stopped, they did not just drift away from him they almost
ran.  Oh well, who cares, we went to find a shady spot to eat our lunch
together.  We kept our hands pretty much to ourselves but it was hard, we
both wanted to touch each other but we did not want to fight off the Anti
Fag brigade.  We parted just in time to get to class but I was last one in
for Physics. Chang walked Li home after school.

     Mum was acting funny as well. Every time I looked at her I got the
feeling that she was keeping a secret. Do you remember that game we used to
play as little kids, "I've got a secret and I can't tell"? It was that sort
of feeling.

     Tuesday was not much better. Everyone seemed to be avoiding me. The
people I usually talked to in class all seemed to have other things to
do. I saw two boys arrive in a car and the older one had a plaster cast up
to his groin so he could only wear baggy shorts and he had to use a
crutch. The younger one looked like he was the boy who's ribs I had
cracked. I cornered an acquaintance and asked him who they were he said
they were Noel and Martin Brydon and their father was a Police Sergeant. He
was feeling pretty worried as I really did have him boxed into a corner so
I said thanks and walked away. No one else came near me all morning. Li and
I sat and talked at lunchtime. I was not quite so late in getting to
History. No one spoke to me, unless I asked a question, all afternoon.


     By Wednesday I had had enough. Every time I saw someone I knew I
would walk up to them and ask them something like, "why are you avoiding
me, do I smell or something?" Or "what's the matter do you think I've
turned into Godzilla? They stammered and stuttered some excuse but they
only got more frightened so I gave it up. I had lunch with Li and the
afternoon was no better.

     I walked Li home after school and I found I was getting closer and
closer to him as we walked. Before I knew it I had my arm around him and it
felt just as wonderful as the first time. I could feel the emotions from
inside him. Longing!  Hope! Could I like him in the way he liked me? Could
we possibly be more than just friends? I had to say something, so, as we
walked behind the rotunda, I stopped.

     "Li, I think I like you more than my other friends, but I'm not
sure. I'll tell you a secret, I like boys too, but I've never been in love
and I'm not sure what it is that is happening to me. I haven't even told my
mum that I'm gay but I'm going to because I really like you and I'm
scared."

     I realised I was waffling and shut up. That is one of the reasons I
keep using bits and pieces from things I have read. It says what I want to
say, and I don't waffle. The trouble is that it makes me sound old
fashioned and stupid, but it has never worried Li.

     "Oh Jeremy you are very brave and very strong. I hope you can like me
the way I like you. Will you always be my friend?"

      "No matter what, I will always be your friend my little Li."

     Right there, almost where I had beaten up two boys for hurting him, I
found myself holding him in my arms and kissing him on the lips. I still
don't know how it happened and it shook me to my core. He was startled, as
no one, not even his mother had ever kissed him on his lips before. For that
matter neither had I. We found ourselves melting together, but not in the
physical sense, as we were barely touching. Our souls seemed to weld
themselves together. After we broke our kiss I knew that this boy was my
other half. His emotions were saying Yin and Yang and my heart was
echoing it at a hundred different levels.

      We broke apart and looked into each other's eyes. We smiled at exactly
the same moment. We held hands and skipped and ran all the way to his
house. He was looking very bashful when we said, see you tomorrow, and I
ran all the way home. Now I had to tell mum.

     I was home in time for mum to ring and told her I would make a tuna
casserole, I know it is one of her favourites. When she came in she asked me
what was wrong. I told her I wanted to talk to her after dinner and she
looked at me in that way mothers have but she left it alone. I was trying to
think of some way of saying it without it being too blunt and ugly so I was
quieter than usual. Mum talked about her day and then hit me with.

     "Is this about the fight you had at school?"

     "How did you know about that?" I was flummoxed; I had tried so hard to
keep her from hearing about that.

     "Well I had heard a rumour but it was confirmed when Mr Wong rang to
apologise for your rescue of Li having caused the fight, and to ask me to
forgive you for fighting. He saw the whole thing from the footpath and
assured me that you did nothing but defend yourself. When he found you
hadn't told me he asked me to say nothing to you. I'm not mad at you about
that. I am concerned, though. Mr Wong seems to think that the two boys are
only copying their father and that he'll find some way to get involved. He
told me not to worry and if there are any legal proceedings taken against
you, he will pay the bills. He is a very kind man."

      "No mum it's not about that, although I'm glad your not mad at me. I
want to tell you something and I can't think of any other way to say it. Mum
I'm gay."

     "Oh is that it. Well I'm not surprised, I've known for a long time you
were attracted to boys. I was just waiting for you to realise it for
yourself."

     "WHAAAT!!!!!!"

     "Well you haven't always hidden your feelings from me and you know I
can read them. You have the same gift yourself. I watched you gradually
turn off to girls but you never really turned on to boys, until just recently.
Tell me, is it Li that has made you realise this?"

     "Yes mum it is Li."

     "Do his parents know?"

      "No mum no one knows except Li, and we only found out today that we
love each other."

     "What will his parents think about all this? You are both very young
and they may not accept that Li is gay. It's not unheard of for boys to
play around for a few years and then grow out of it."

     "Li's parents know he's gay, they told me in case it made any
difference to our being friends. They don't know that I'm gay and I don't
know what will happen when they find out."

      "Ah well, I think we may be able to find a way around that. Go and do
your study, you have exams next week, and don't worry."

       The next day Li and I managed to find a shady spot for lunch, away
from the others. It was not all that hard, they seemed to be avoiding us. I
told him what mum had said and how surprised I was at how well she had
taken it. I told him that I was worried about telling his parents and he
giggled. He told me that his mother had seen his face when he had come in
and had kept at him until he told her; she had even tickled him until he
gave in. He said his mother had been very pleased when she had found out we
had kissed, and told him I was a wonderful match for him and not to let me
get away. I was dumbfounded. His Mother thought I was a good catch and was
trying to set us up together? Li assured me that this is what all Chinese
parents did and not to be upset by it. I told him.

      "If it means I get to be with you, my little Li, I'll put up with
anything."

     At Friday lunch we agreed that we would be more than just friends, we
would be boyfriends. We knew we would have to be careful at school because
of the Anti Fag Brigade.

     Saturday! Lawns! It would have to be this weekend. I only did them
fortnightly because you need to keep the lawns longer in summer to conserve
water. At least we had lots of paving and garden so it was not such a large
amount as some of the other blocks in the street. Mum did not trust me with
the garden, so she got a gardener in once a month to do whatever she wanted
done. I was finished before lunch and, after a wash, I asked mum if I could
go and visit the Wong's. She insisted on ringing first to ask Mrs Wong if
it would be convenient. Mrs Wong told her that I would be welcome in their
house at any time, but the conversation went on for an awful lot longer
than it took for her to just say that and mum gave me some funny looks
while they were talking. Mum was giving nothing away now that she knew that
I had the gift so, after lunch, I was on my way, almost running in my
eagerness to see Li again. I had changed into my best slacks and a neat
casual shirt. I did not want to look scruffy for my little one. I was there
in record time and my precious was waiting to open the door before I had
reached the top step.


     Li led me, by the hand, into the lounge room and bowed to his parents.

     "Father, Mother, I present to you my boyfriend Jeremy Irons."

     Mr Wong stood and bowed to me. "It is out pleasure to have you court
our son. You will be welcome to call whenever you wish. I presume you
have told your Mother about this?"

     "Yes sir, I have."

     I was gob smacked. Here I was worrying about what they would think and
they were treating me as if I was doing them an honour by wanting to get it
on with their son. Not that I had any intentions of doing much. I had only
seen their son's dick once, when we were peeing. I knew the theory but this
whole idea was very new to me. I wasn't ready to put theory into practice
just yet.


"You boys must get to know each other much better. Do whatever you wish, in
the privacy of our home. I have set some limits and Li knows them and will
tell you if he needs to but you are such an honourable and thoughtful man,
Jeremy, that I do not think he will have to."

      Gob smacked again! I was going to have a very sore mouth if this kept
up. What was an adult doing, treating me as if I were an adult? Just what
did they have in mind? I could feel that Li was very aroused but very
bashful.  Mrs Wong was as pleased as the cat, which got the canary, and Mr
Wong was feeling very parental and very hopeful. He was determined to do
his duty and find the right mate for Li.

     "Sir, your thoughtfulness towards me does me great honour."

     Straight out of a Historical Romance, but it was all I could think
of. Mr Wong gestured to Li. Li pulled me up by my hand and we followed him
out into the garden. We went straight to the gazebo and Mr Wong lowered all
the blinds. Inside were two lounges, one was a convertible and it had been
folded down and had a double bed blanket thrown over it. As Mr Wong left he
lowered the blind over the door. Li and I were rather shy now that we were
alone but it was not long before we found ourselves doing more than hold
hands. Soon he was in my lap and I was stroking his back as I asked him
questions about himself and his family, and answered all his questions.  He
would look adoringly into my eyes while I was answering him and it made it
very hard for me to keep my mind on what I was saying. I had been hard as a
rock ever since I had seen the gazebo and I kept having to adjust it as Li
wiggled around on my lap. I managed some nice feels of his hardness as we,
periodically; changed positions especially since he was wearing light
shorts and boxers (I know because I put my hand up the leg a few times). He
giggled and smiled even wider whenever I did. We shifted over to lie on the
sofa bed. He kept sliding his hand down to feel me, and his hand felt
awesome. I unzipped my slacks and he put his hand in the fly of my briefs.
He spread his legs wide enough for my hand to go all the way up and feel
him.

     We just seemed to melt together. The longer we lay the more we melted.
Li was just so perfect. He was all I could have hoped for and I could feel
that I only had to ask and he would do anything for me and I felt the same
way about him. He wanted me up his bum hole but he wanted to wait until the
perfect moment. I did not mind I would wait for him to tell me when it was
right. I was in no great hurry to get into sex (for some reason what we
were doing did not equate to sex in my mind). The longer we lay and kissed
and cuddled and nibbled and talked, the surer I became that Li was the
right one for me. In fact I was convinced that we belonged together. We
were two halves of the yin and yang, just as I had thought on Wednesday. Li
was dreaming of us lying on a bed and me fucking his brains out. I thought
he was getting a bit too far ahead of things, there was a discrete cough
outside the door and Mr Wong waited for me to adjust my clothes before he
rolled up the door blind and asked us to come in and eat. He assured me
that mum knew I would be staying to dinner. He spoke a few words to Li in
Cantonese, and Li blushed to the roots of his hair. It was so beautiful I
felt like fainting. I thought we had only been out there a couple of hours
but it was more like four. Every time Li's parents spoke to him, he
blushed. I could not help myself, every time he blushed I just had to reach
over and stroke his hair. Every time I stroked him Mrs Wong felt smugly
satisfied but Mr Wong felt parental.

     "What do you think of my son?" Mr Wong asked.

     I could feel that neither Mr nor Mrs Wong would be mad at me if I told
them how I felt. I was beginning to feel rather childish but protective so
I sat on a chair, picked him up and placed him on my knees, wrapping him in
my arms.

     "May I keep him? Please."

     Mr Wong smiled. "Take Jeremy up and show him the bathroom. You need to
get cleaned up for dinner." Now he was feeling smug too.

     Li held my hand and led me upstairs, giggling all the way. He had been
so pleased when I asked his father if I could keep him that he felt as if
he would burst. He knew now that I wanted him as much as he wanted me. The
upstairs was almost new. Li had told me his father had added it before the
family had moved from their old house. Li's bedroom was on one side of a
bathroom and Chang's was on the other. Li's room was hardly small it was
4.5 meters square (14'9") but he said Chang's was even bigger. When we went
into the bathroom, I saw that Chang's room had a door that opened directly
into the bathroom. Li thought it was right that the eldest son should have
the biggest room and better things than the younger children. Not that his
father seems to have stinted on what he had given Li. He had a Stereo-
Record-Tape deck, TV-Video Recorder, Computer with a low radiation screen
Monitor, as well as a huge wardrobe full of clothes. At Li's insistence, we
pissed in the bowl at the same time. It made me half hard again and I had
trouble getting started. Li staring unashamedly at it, giggling; did not
help at all.

     "Oh Jeremy, your doodle very strong and very beautiful just like you."

     We washed our hands and Chang came in to wash his just as we were
finishing wiping. He looked at us and smiled.

     "I see my little brother already has you wrapped around his little
finger.  Be careful with him Jeremy. I know you would never intentionally
hurt him, but he breaks easily."

     I did not take offence. I could feel the great affection he had for
Li, and there was a tiny hint of his having to make some sort of sacrifice
or effort to look after him, not that he resented it.

     "Chang, I have already told your parents, I will hold him next to my
heart and never let him go."

       "Thank you Jeremy. I think you and Li are good for each other."

     The three of us went down to dinner with Li strutting as proud as a
peacock, holding my hand, and Chang following behind with a big grin.
Ping and Min were already there and they looked, and felt, puzzled by these
strange goings on. Mr Wong took one look at the three of us and must have
guessed that we had told Chang. He felt very pleased but he kept his face
expressionless.  Dinner was delicious and afterwards Mrs Wong spoke to
her husband in Cantonese and took Li into the kitchen.

     Mr Wong told me that he would drive me home and that we did not have
to leave for a while yet so I should go up and play on Li's computer he
told me that mum had said how much I missed having one. He said Li would be
up in a few minutes.

     Li had closed the door behind him and he was looking at me with
bashful, downcast eyes. I could feel that he had been given instructions on
how to behave and it seems to have been by his mother. He came to me and
whispered. "Would you like to undress me?" Here we go again. They are all
moving too fast for me, but the ride is fun so just go along with it I told
myself. I did not answer I just began to unbutton his shirt and slip it
down his arms. He was smiling shyly as I slid down his shorts and boxers.
He slipped off his house shoes, taking his pants with them. He was naked
and beautiful. He let me rub my hands all over him and he let me feel his
pretty little erection. It was 10 cm (4") and he had a tight little
scrotum, which looked so cute. I thought it was perfect on him. He almost
purred when I rubbed my hands around his buttocks and felt the little rose
bud hiding inside. I was delighted with what I could see and feel. I told
him how beautiful he looked and that I thought he was perfect for me. I was
careful not to rub hard against him when we were kissing because my rough
slacks would have hurt his tender skin.

     "Shall I get undressed too?" I asked?"

     "No! The bride should show herself to her intended husband first, so
he can know that he is getting a beautiful virgin and she should only see
him when they are betrothed and then only if he wishes her to see him. You
will make me even more beautiful on our wedding night."

     What was this? I detected a trace of hidden fear in there. Someone had
told him he had to behave like a girl and I knew he did not think of
himself that way. Someone had told him that this would make me want him
more and he was willing to do anything to have me. This wedding thing was
beginning to bug me. I had not thought that far ahead. We were still at
school and we would be in no a position to live together until we were out
of High School, at the earliest. I lifted him on to the bed and slipped off
my slacks and shoes, and then I lay down beside him and took him in my
arms.

     "What is this all about my little one? You don't have to be a girl; I
love you because you are a boy. I love you just the way you are. If you
want me to wait I'll be happy to wait. I think we are two halves that make
one whole and I don't want to do anything to hurt you. I'm in no hurry, we
have to wait until we've finished school before we can live together and,
by then, you'll be big enough for me not to hurt you when I do it to your
bum. I will be happy to be your boyfriend and even for us to be engaged but
we don't have to think about "marriage" for years yet. Just kissing and
cuddling is enough for me for now."

     He was rubbing himself against my hardness and his hands were
massaging the back of my briefs. I could feel him trying to get his
confusion together and tell me something. But I could not think straight
with the feel of his skin on my fingers and the feelings he was giving me
with his rubbing. He sighed.

     " Father thinks we should be "married" very soon! He is much better at
explaining this than I am. We should go down and ask him."

     We, reluctantly, dragged ourselves off the bed and got dressed. When
we went downstairs Li spoke to Mr Wong in Cantonese. Mr Wong began to feel
concerned but not angry or upset. He told me that there was an auspicious
date in the near future and that he wanted us to take advantage of it any
further explanation could wait for a few days and that it was time for me
to go home. He drove me, but Li stayed home.

      When I got in mum had that knowing look on her face. She asked if
everything had gone well and I told her it had. She told me that I worried
too much and to go to bed.

     After my workout on Sunday morning I studied for the exams.


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     Monday the exams started. It is only year 10 and year 12 that have
exams. Legally you can leave school after year 10 and they want to assess
you for the tertiary entrance courses in years 11 and 12 if you are staying
at school. I had lunch with Li as usual. There was a rumour going around
school that the Brydons were going to get me good, so I was wary. I was not
going to make the mistake I had made last time. The kids kept as far away
from all three of us as they could get.

     Li and I were walking home across the park on Wednesday, when I felt
the presence of several people intending to harm us both. I stopped Li, and
we looked around to see where these people were. There was a two-year-old
green Fairmont parked between Tambourine Rd and us. They were the ones who
were going to carve us up for what I had done to the Brydons. Flight was
definitely preferable to fight, especially since I had Li with me. These
were three grown men; the driver had no intention of leaving the car. I
would be lucky to be able to defend myself, let alone Li. At least we had
spotted them while they were a good way away.


      I decided we would run back to school and ring Mr Wong. The driver
realised they had been spotted and drove around to cut us off. We could not
get back to Tambourine Rd before they did, so I headed back to the centre
of the park. Two men got out of the car and began to walk towards us. The
car drove back to where it had been before and the third man got out. They
had split their forces. I had a chance. I sent Li down towards the trees
and told him not to get too far away. I ran straight at the third man and
he prepared to slug me with a piece of pipe. He did not realise what I
intended. I feinted to his right so that he put his weight on his right leg
then I straightened and leaped in low with one leg extended and caught him
in the knee cap. There was a snap and a horrible scream that must have been
heard half a mile away. The piece of pipe missed me by a fraction and he
was on the ground with his knee bent the way it was never intended to go. I
rolled on to my feet and faced the two coming down the hill.

     Over the hill, behind the two men, the cavalry was coming. Chang was
in front and three of the Rugby team were right behind him. The man with
the knife was the greatest threat to all of us. I did not know if I was
strong enough to pull off any of the techniques I had been taught to disarm
knifemen but I was going to try. Even if I failed I would keep him busy so
that Chang and his mates could get him and I would make sure he could not
get Li. I gestured Li to come up to my left and closer to the centre of the
park.

     I feinted towards the knife hand and he jabbed toward it but I was
quicker and pulled back. The third man was behind the second and was
angling toward where Li was going, but his attention was on us. I stepped
forward and then leaned back. The man was stupid enough to make a wide
slash. It caught my shirt but missed me. I grabbed his wrist with my left
hand and pulled it straight out, at the same time my right fist was aimed
at his upper arm. At the moment that I heard the bone snap, Chang took the
third man out in a perfect tackle. He landed like a sack of potatoes and
two of Chang's mates landed on his outflung arms with their knees. I could
hear the bones break from where I was standing. The car driver panicked and
drove off. One of the Rugby players got up from his knees and grabbed the
good arm of the man I had been fighting forcing him to the ground.

     I turned and called to Li. "We're safe now."

He came running towards me and threw himself at me. He was stuck as fast as
a leech, with his legs wrapped around my waist, and he was crying on my
shoulder. I staggered back under the force of the impact but a pair of
strong hands held me up until I could get my balance. It was the fourth
Rugby player. When I had recovered my feet he handed Chang a piece of paper
on which he had written the licence plate of the car. Chang saw a police
car arriving and wrote the licence number on the back of his hand with the
fourth boy's biro. Someone must have rung them and, knowing how long it
takes them to respond, they must have done it when I broke the first mans
knee. It was not until later that night that I realised how smart Chang had
been.

     The police wanted statements from all of us, and the story of how our
rescuers came to be there surprised me. I had thought everyone was shunning
Chang as they had been Li and I but I was wrong. They had been standing on
the footpath outside the school, with their girlfriends, discussing the
rumours and wondering whether they should follow behind us. They had seen
the green car when it had cut us off and they saw us run back into the
park. Chang had caught on immediately and was off. That is why the other
three were behind him. The rest you know. The police wanted us to go with
them to the Station but we all refused to go unless we had our parent's
permission, since we were all less than eighteen. They wanted to question
Li but I shook my head at Chang and he told them they could only do that in
the presence of his parents. They were pissed off with us but we all knew
who was at the Station and who was behind these men. I don't know if the
two policemen knew it. They took the piece of paper with the license number
on it

     The Ambulance took the three men away and they wanted me to go but I
opened my shirt and showed them the knife had never touched me so they gave
in. They wanted to treat Li for shock, but both Chang and I refused to let
them near him. Li was on his own feet by now. He was too heavy for me to
hold him for all that time. He was still shaking with fear and anger. Fear
for me, and how close I had come to being injured, fear for Chang and fear
for himself, which was last and least in his mind. Anger that the Brydons
would send adults after us and that they would not leave us alone. The
other boys went home together and Chang came home with us. Li would not let
go of me and Chang carried both our bags. I have no idea where his was but
he had it by the next morning. Someone must have brought it home to him. I
ended up carrying Li the last half of the journey because he was in such a
state.

      By the time we got to the Wong's I was beginning to have reactions
myself. I had held firm when Li had needed me but now he was safe I began
to get the shakes. Chang opened the gate for me and threw down our bags.
He took Li from my shaking arms and called his mother. Chang carried Li and
she led me behind them, up to Chang's bedroom. They took off our shoes and
lay us together on Chang's double bed.

     Chang rang his father from the 'phone he had in his room. He gabbled
away so fast that, even if I had known Cantonese, I would never have been
able to follow it. Mrs Wong brought us up Ginseng tea. She insisted we
should get undressed and stay in bed. I was not to leave Li except to go to
the toilet and that she would send Chang up with dinner for us. She was not
just feeling concern for our health she was also feeling deep love and
gratitude that I had been there for her precious Li. She started to undress
Li but Chang sent her from the room with some gentle words. He stripped us
both naked because we were unable to help ourselves by that stage. He
treated us with such reverence and love that I didn't feel at all
embarrassed.  He spoke to me as he undressed me.

     " You're strong and brave when it's needed but you are really a gentle
person. Don't be ashamed Jeremy. I will not laugh at you and father won't
think it's a sign of weakness. It's not weak to cry and to regret hurting
people. It's a sign of a wise and caring person. I am proud of how you
acted today Jeremy, and I know Li will tell you how proud of you he is,
when he is better."

 He tucked us under the sheets and we both went to sleep hugging each
other.

     Someone must have rung mum because I remember surfacing and feeling
her in the room just before Chang came to wake us and deliver our dinner. I
had trouble getting Li to let go of me for long enough for both of us to
eat before our meal got cold. I had to project reassurance and calmness at
full strength before I could get him out of bed and take him to the
toilet. I did not have the strength to worry about a shower. That could
wait until morning. I was having my own reactions to the fight as well as
worrying about Li. When we woke in the morning we were both much better,
although I had a couple of bruises, which had not been there when we went
to bed. Li must have been hanging on to me like grim death during the
night.  No one even thought about sending us to school and we did not think
about it either.

              Mum had definitely come at some time or other because there
was a bag of clothes for me, beside the bed, enough for several days, and
none of them school clothes. I was pretty shaky but Li was so bad I had to
shower and dress him. Mrs Wong gave us cereal and milk for breakfast but it
was followed by more ginseng tea. She tucked us up, together, on the lounge
in the family room in front of the TV, with motherly love and concern. She
had given us the remote control but we did not turn it on we just snuggled
together and talked a little feeling very grateful that we were both
alive. We improved steadily during the day and I was fine by lunchtime but
Li still had a long way to go before he was OK. Mrs Wong asked Li how he
was feeling and he said he was OK. I looked at her and shook my head, she
looked at me and nodded that she understood.

     Mr Wong came in during the middle of the afternoon. This was pretty
unusual, as Mr Wong believed in keeping strict office hours. Li was asleep
with his head on my lap but he woke when he heard his father's voice. He
called something in Cantonese and his father came in and held him like a
baby, rocking him gently and talking soothing words to him. After a few
minutes Li asked him something in Cantonese. He looked me in the eye and
answered in English.

     "My son, I know thing have changed since yesterday. Chang has told me
exactly what happened. I will tell you what I now know. I know that Jeremy
loves you every bit as much as you love him! Any man who willingly risks
his life for his beloved has made a lifetime commitment. I know that your
Jeremy has a very strong spirit. A spirit so strong that Grown Men will
cower before him, even the Ancestors will listen to him. I know that, now
Jeremy has committed himself to you, it will be a very brave or a very
foolish person who will do anything to you contrary to Jeremy's wishes. I
will not even permit a doctor to operate on you, in the future, unless I
have his permission. I know that Jeremy is now your life and you are
Jeremy's life and that the new roll of your mother and I, is to serve you
and love you both, until you are both eighteen and able to make your own
life. I know that your Mother and I love Jeremy very much and we will be
proud to have him as your husband. I know that you no longer belong to me,
my son; you now belong to Jeremy, even before you are married. He has
earned that right by saving your life twice. I tell you this little Li; I
am a very happy man because I know that the Ancestors are blessing you
both, even before you are married and that you have a brave and valiant
lover. What more could any Father ask?"

I was crying long before he finished. The tears were streaming down my
cheeks like a river but I could not make a sound.

     "Go to your beloved my son. He will be your comfort and help from now
on. I will sit back and watch you with joy in my heart."

     He stood up and placed Li in my lap. Li was crying as much as I was
but I could feel the Joy in him. We sat there covering each other's faces
with butterfly kisses and sucking up the tears. I will tell you right now
that the wedding day was wonderful but not as wonderful as those few
minutes with Shin Wong. He left the room so quietly that we did not know he
had gone.

     Our tears had dried themselves and we were basking in our joy in each
other. I could feel that there had been a shift in Li's emotions and that
he would be better in the morning. Mr Wong came out of his study, speaking
to someone, in Cantonese, on his private line. He saw the look of
contentment was back on Li's face and he smiled and shut the door behind
him. I was still feeling a little guilty for letting Li get into such a
dangerous situation and for the injuries I had inflicted and I think I must
have had a frown on my face because when Mr Wong came out again a few
minutes later, he asked me what was wrong.

     I told him about my feelings of guilt and of my fears for Li if the
Brydons managed to catch him when I was not around. I also told him of my
sadness over the divorce and having to leave my friends and not having any
new friends

      "Leave the Brydons to me! Why should you feel guilty about what has
happened? You have saved Li twice. If you had not injured those men they
would not have hesitated to injure you. You had two choices, to let
yourselves be seriously injured, and perhaps killed, or to injure those
men.

     I will tell you some things, which even Li does not know. Uncle Fang
advised me to take Chang out of the Private High School, at the end of year
10, and enrol him in this school. Chang knows that it was because Uncle
Fang insisted this was the only High School at which Li would be safe. We
bought this house so they would be close to the school. I have to admit
that I thought Uncle Fang had made a mistake because of the way that quite
a few people have been treating Li for the whole year. Chang has done his
best to keep Li from harm but we were both worried about next year, when
Chang goes to University.

     On a rare day when Chang was not with Li the bullies got him. Suddenly
a stranger comes and rescues my son. Now I know what Uncle Fang had seen
two years before, here is the man to keep my little Li safe. Then I find
that my son has fallen in love with this stranger and I made the effort to
make the stranger a friend in the hope that he will protect Li but the
stranger has also fallen in love with Li. He is a valiant fighter and this
stranger has so strong in spirit that even the Ancestors respect him and
people fear him when he is angry. He is brave and honourable and his word
is his bond. You are only fifteen but you are already a man. The bullies
tried a cowardly ambush and sent grown men against what they thought was a
boy. This stranger defeated two of the bullies and would probably have
defeated the third if Chang had not beaten him to it. I have already come
to love this stranger as if he were my son. I no longer look on you as Li's
husband but as another son and so does my wife. Be proud."

     I think my head would have brushed the ceiling if I had stood up. I
felt as if I had grown to ten feet tall. My Li was looking at me with so
much adoration I thought he would melt and Mr Wong was oozing pride in
having me there. Now I had two Fathers and two mothers and all of them
loved me and accepted me just as I was without wanting to change me. I may
not have made any friends yet, but family and love surrounded me and the
Love of my Life was lying in my arms. I was being stupid in feeling sorry
for myself. He certainly had banished my blues away.

     The front door opened and Chang ushered in the two younger children.
They all hugged us both and kissed Li. His smile was so wide that they
knew without asking that he was better. Chang took my hand and held it
almost as if he were proposing.

     "Brother Jeremy your reputation has already spread around the school.
I can go to University with a clear conscience knowing that no one at that
school will ever touch Li, because he's your friend. You've given me a
wonderful gift and I thank you."

     I was in severe danger of getting a swollen head. I desperately needed
to meditate and thank my Spirit Guide for all his/her help. Just thinking
about it pulled everything back into proper perspective. I wondered if four
Rugby players were responsible for this getting around the school so fast.

Thank you Chang. I'm proud that you should think me worthy to be your
brother. If I've helped you I'm happy to have done so, but I think our
little Li needs a nap before dinner so, if you'll excuse us, I'll take him
up to bed.  Father Wong may we be excused?"

     "Take him up Jeremy and do what you think best." He was so proud
when I accepted him as my second father, he was swelling up inside.

     "I feel bad that we're taking up your bedroom Chang. I am sorry we're
inconveniencing you."

      "Jeremy I'm giving you my bedroom. You've given me a wonderful gift,
freedom from worry. You will become Li's partner and you have become my new
brother. I only have a room to offer you in exchange for all this. Take it
Jeremy it's my gift to you and Li."

     "You are very kind. Thank you." My eyes were misty again.

     I undressed him and slipped him between the sheets then lay on top,
fully clothed, until he fell asleep. When he was asleep I sat on the floor
and slipped into meditation. They sent me back in time to wake Li and take
him to the bathroom before dinner. I did my duty and took him to the toilet
and dressed him. He was in a bit of a daze but he walked downstairs with
just the need for his hand to be in mine. I was busy attending to Li's
needs and I missed most of the dinner conversation.

     Mother Wong caught my attention when she asked me if I thought Li
would be able to learn some form of self-defence. I told her I thought Tae-
Kwan-Do was not the right thing for him, as it required aggression and
strength and they were not in Li's personality. I told her that I had
learned Aikido before switching and that I thought it would be the perfect
code for Li to learn. It is based on the principle of preventing harm to
you, but not harming others. Father Wong said he would investigate classes
in the morning. Li said he would not go unless I went with him and I
promised that I would and that I would not let him go anywhere without me
or his father or Chang being with him.

      Mum came around after dinner to see how I was. I gave her most of the
information on our "private line" including that I was still worried about
Li because he seemed to have taken it so hard. Mum said that I should stay
with the Wong's and not come home until Sunday lunch, and not to worry
about school until Monday as she had rung them. They would give me an
assessment instead of the exams. When she was talking about the school I
could feel the anger and determination in her. I hoped she had not done
something to make things worse at school. My mum can be pretty nasty when
she get mad.

     After mum left I looked at Li and could see he was drooping.

     " Father, Mother, I think Li is in need of sleep. I will take him up
to bed."

      "Thank you Jeremy, we know Li is in the best of hands and that you
will always be there for him. If you need anything just call me." Mother
Wong was just so happy when she realised how fully I now accepted her.

    He was looking at me with those big puppy dog eyes as I was undressing
him. When I got to his shorts I could see his erection. He giggled and
reached out to feel me. I had started to get hard when I realised I was
going to see him hard and I went from half to full in less than half a
second.  I peeled off his shorts and boxers and feasted my eyes on his
beautiful little stick.  You could just see the tip of the glans peeping
out of his foreskin. I peeled back the foreskin exposing the head in all
its purple glory. He giggled wildly, pulled away from me and jumped into
bed, pulling the covers over his head. I stripped and got in the other
side. As soon as I was covered he popped his head from under the blanket.

     "I should not see you before we are engaged. Uncle Fang says it is not
right."

     There was no way I could ignore this any longer, but I had to be
careful, he was still very fragile. I asked. "Who is Uncle Fang? I don't
think I have met him."

     "Uncle Fang is one of our Ancestors. He comes a lot and he pushes the
other Ancestors out of the way when he comes. He says he knows better than
they do because he is an Imperial Eunuch and has greater status. He has
given Father very good business advice, and has helped him outwit some of
his rivals."

     This sounded strange. I had never encountered a Spirit person who
thought they were better than others. Not that I had a huge amount of
experience myself, but I had seen thousands of Spirit people come and give
messages through hundreds of different mediums. The small part of the
Spirit world that I had contacted for myself had been about Love and
Acceptance. They had been about using the talents they had acquired, while
on Earth, to help others and they defer to other Spirits who know more than
they about a particular area. They did not seem to be all that interested
in business affairs unless they affected the Spiritual growth of a
person. In particular status seemed to have no meaning among those that I
knew personally. I decided to seek input, tomorrow, from my Guide.

     "If Uncle Fang is in Spirit then he knows that you've already seen me
several times. The last time was when we took a shower together, this
morning. I have no intention of letting Spirit people keep us apart, or
tell us how to behave. Spirit has no right to tell us what to do, they can
advise us but it is our right to make whatever decision we choose."

      Just then I sensed the presence of a tall elderly Chinese Spirit. He
was dressed in an ornate and beautifully embroidered robe. He was ignoring
me and trying to get Li's attention. I did not feel that Li was in a fit
state to be receiving Spirit messages and I could not get the man's
attention. I asked my Guardian to find a way of getting the person to leave
before he did Li harm. Within moments a Light appeared beside the Spirit
and he vanished.  Li appeared to have dozed off, so I pulled the blanket up
and turned out the lamp.

      I was just getting drowsy when I felt his slender fingers feeling up
my thigh towards my groin. I was awake and hard in a second. I could see
that his left hand was pumping while his right hand was gently feeling my
balls.  I put out my left hand and stopped his pumping.

     "That's my job my little darling."

     "I thought you were asleep."

     "I was but something woke me up. Guess what it was."

     He giggled and we slid together until our sides were touching. I
pushed the bedclothes down until I could see my objective. I rolled on my
side and touched it with my right hand. It was breathtaking, and I almost
drooled as I took it in my hand. I began to move the three fingers in a
gentle stroking.  It's beauty entranced me and I did something I had not
expected. I wrapped my lips around my teeth and took his succulence into my
mouth. I has read about sucking but I had never done it before and I did it
now without any thought but that it looked so inviting and I wanted to make
it fantastic for my love.

      When he came, the orgasm was so intense that only his heels and his
head were touching the bed. His few tiny drops were like nectar in my
mouth. He flopped and lay panting for several minutes with me hugging and
kissing him.

     "Oh Jeremy, what did you do to me? That was wonderful."

     "I know my love! It was so good for me too, that I want to do this lots
and lots."

      "Now let me do what I was doing before."

      He took a small, carved box from the bedside cabinet and placed it on
the pillows above our heads. I did not ask him what it was, as I knew he
would tell me when he was ready. He rolled on top of me and wriggled
himself against me, covering my face with little kisses. He rolled off me
and onto his left side. His fingers on my hardness felt exquisite. His
technique may not have been as good as mine, but this was my sweet one and
it was fantastic. I did not last for long, I was well worked up, and I
shuddered as I shot. I am not one of those who hits themselves in the eye
when I cum, but I managed to get it onto my chest for the first time.

     "Stay there my Jeremy, let me clean you up."

     He opened the box and took out a piece of red silk. He was so
meticulous in wiping me that I did not feel the need to get up and wash.

     "Now I have a precious treasure, the first time my husband shot for
me. It was a wonderful big load Jeremy. You are very strong. Soon I will
have it inside me and my husband will make me strong like he is."

     Here were a couple of strange ideas. Where did he get the idea that my
semen would make him strong? I had no wish to put it up his hole just yet,
even though this was what he wanted. He was too young and too small. I
feared I would hurt him and, no way, was I ever going to do that. Even if
he wanted me to, there was no chance I would ever, willingly, hurt my Li. I
thought I could detect a number of Sprit people in the room all of whom
felt happy and approving. We fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms.

     I woke up several times during the night and each time I concentrated
on sending him reassurance and peace before dropping back to sleep. I could
feel that Li's emotional dependency was moving from his father to me. It
frightened me a bit because I had no idea what it meant or how to handle
it, so I just did the things I knew how to do. In the morning he was much
better. The shower was over the bath so we climbed in together as soon as
it was warm. He washed me and I washed him but I could not resist, when I
got to his little love stick I just had to have it. I sucked him dry in two
minutes flat. I was rewarded with a few tiny drops of his sweet juice and
he almost fell over with the force of his cumming. Fortunately I was there
to hold him.


     We were watching the midday news on Friday, when an item came on
which got the undivided attention of us both.  A green Ford Fairmont had
been dumped outside the local Police Station in the early hours of the
morning. The pictures showed that it was still dark. Someone must have
rung the TV station because they would not have had a crew there so
quickly otherwise. On the back window of the car was a message that
appeared to have been cut from Newspaper headlines, it read.

     SERGEANT BRYDON YOU APPEAR TO BE MISSING ONE OF YOUR MEN
     WE THOUGHT WE WOULD RETURN HIM TO YOU.

     There was a mention of the fact that the police had been looking for
this car. The reporter shone the light into the back seat of the car and
there was a man on the back seat. He was nude and tied up and he looked
really pissed.  Then there was a shot of some police coming out of the
station and the film stopped. The news at 7pm did not have the notice or
the man in it but I was told that every report before then had it
in. Whoever had done this had been very smart. His Superiors could no
longer pretend that they did not know about Brydon and cover up for him. I
believe he was transferred to internal duties a week later

     When Father Wong came in I looked at him and smiled.

     "Father, I think you should watch the news tonight."

     He looked at me and smiled. He knew that I knew who had arranged this.
After all he had virtually told me the day before.

     Li was feeling more like himself on Saturday and I thought it would be
good for us to get out of the house. Mother Wong thought it was a good idea
and sent us out clothes shopping. There was a new car on the drive when we
went outside; it was a Mercedes SL. Chang told us that Father had bought it
for him. He had decided not to move back to their other house, even though
it was in an exclusive suburb and close to the Uni. He decided he would
rather live here with the family and he would need a car to drive in every
day. He had passed his license test last June, just after his birthday. His
birthday is exactly six months before mine. We went to some pretty
exclusive stores and bought a few things. We got two new outfits for Li as
Mother insisted he was growing out of some of his clothes. Every time he
tried something on he looked to me for approval and I got to approve of
clothes that, I thought, made him look sexy. Chang told me he thought I had
very good taste.

     They both insisted that I should have some new things to make up for
those that had been damaged in the fights and that Mother would not be
happy if I refused. I got a couple of shirts and a few new pairs of briefs.
They insisted that I needed jeans and school trousers so I got a new pair of
each and a pair of shoes. I found out later that they were being very sneaky
but they never gave me a hint that day. Chang paid for it all with a credit
card.

     We had pizza for lunch and wandered around some more. I saw a thin
gold chain with a yin-yang pendant, in enamel, on it. I thought it would
look fabulous on Li and I whispered to Chang that I wanted to buy it but I
did not want Li to know. Li came running back when he realised we were
lagging behind and Chang said to go down to the car and he would fix it. He
was only a couple of minutes behind us because we were not hurrying. Just
before dinner I managed to get Chang alone and I asked him how much I owed
him. He said it was a present to me and I owed him nothing. I told him that
I wanted to pay for any presents I gave my Li and he told me a price that
seemed a bit low. I asked him if that was right and he assured me it was.
I told him to take us down to the Automatic teller and I would get it out
of my savings account after dinner. Father Wong took us down to the teller
and I had to tell Li that I had bought him a present but he could not know
what it was until I gave it to him. He was so excited that I did not notice
Father palm my receipt slip and next time I used the account I found there
was another $10,000 in it. When I tackled him about it he just smiled and
said. "I make sure all my children have plenty of money for whatever they
need. It is yours now not mine."

     That afternoon I spoke to Mother Wong about contacting the
Ancestors. I told her how I had felt their presence the night before, (I
did not tell her what we were doing), and that they seemed reluctant to
show themselves, all but Uncle Fang. I told her that I had asked for him to
be removed because I thought Li was not in a fit state to talk and that he
had gone. I told her that I wished her to introduce me so that they would
accept me.

     She told me that all the Ancestors accepted me and approved of me,
including Uncle Fang, but he thought it was beneath them to communicate
directly with a "bi ren". I told her I thought Uncle Fang was the most
unenlightened Spirit Person I had ever come across and that he seemed to
have learned little in all the time he had been in Spirit. She agreed to
hold a ceremony, after Ping and Min were in bed, and see if any Ancestors
would come, so we could tell them what we wanted.

     She sat us all in the family room. I was sitting on a big Papa-san
chair with Li sitting between my legs and leaning on me. She opened a
cabinet, which promptly turned out to be an incense altar.  There were
several statues I did not recognise but the backdrop was a beautiful
painting of the four Chinese "Gods", with two fat, laughing children
climbing into the lap of the "God" of "luck". She lit a number of sticks
and, bowing to the altar, she prayed to the ancestors for their blessing on
all they were undertaking. Then she placed the incense in a holder. She was
amazed at the number of Ancestors who came.

      There were quite a few who must have been my Ancestors as they were
obviously not Chinese but they reminded me of either mum or dad. She
explained the situation in Cantonese and they were all smiling and bowing
in acceptance. Uncle Fang suddenly appeared and began to take over
proceedings. He began to rail against the impropriety and loss of status
from communicating directly with a "nose person". He also went on, through
Mrs Wong and translated for me by Li, about the wrongness of Li becoming my
"wife" without having both his cock and balls cut off in the proper Chinese
manner. He seemed oblivious to the fact that it was only the Palace Eunuchs
who were castrated in this way, and only the usual percentage of them were
actually gay.

      There was no way anyone was going to tell my Li he should be
mutilated. I centred myself, summonsed Chi and extended my awareness.

      "You are the first egotistical Spirit I have ever encountered.
Whoever you are, I will not permit anyone to cut my Li. I do not care who
you are if you continue to tell Li that he must become a Eunuch I will ask
the Guardians to prevent you from ever coming near this family again."

      I had said this out loud, so that Li could hear. He and I both have
the gift of being aware of Spirit but he does not have my other gift. The
message must have been received because he promptly vanished. I washed Li
with feelings of contentment and peace. The other Ancestors did not fade
away but were all clamouring for Mothers attention. A Guardian came and
restored order. He\she selected one as Spokesperson for them all. She said
that they welcomed me into the Family and accepted me as a full member.
They would bless the union between Li and I with their love and full
support and would no longer conceal themselves from me.

      Now I had to think up some way of placating Uncle Fang.

      The next morning Li was his old self again. They let us sleep in
until 9 a.m. and then Chang came to wake us. He was very tactful and left
as soon as we began to stretch and expose our nudity. He found us wrapped
around each other like a pretzel and he had a job to work out where one
finished and the other began. He must have told the whole family because,
when we eventually arrived for breakfast, they were all smirking and
giggling. At some time, someone must have explained to Ping and Min what
was going on between Li and I because they were not surprised. What a
family of gigglers. Before everyone left the table, I stood up and said.

      "Li! You are my soul mate. I have not made a formal declaration of my
love for you before now, and I want to correct that before all the family.
This is a symbol of how I feel about you, and a symbol of how I think of
our relationship. Please accept my gift my beloved Li," and I put the chain
around his neck. I was a little surprised that Ping and Min did not feel at
all uncomfortable. He still wears it all the time, but we had to buy a
bigger chain.

      That day he was so proud he was strutting around like a peacock.
Mother and Father were almost as proud and Chang, Ping and Min were happy
for Li. When Chang drove us home he just had to come in and show mum and
tell her what it meant. She held him in her arms and cried with joy for
him, joy for me, and sadness for herself. The last of her children was now
gone from home. Even if I were going to be living there, my heart would be
elsewhere.

     When Li left, I hugged her and we both cried. I could feel what she
felt.  Happiness and sadness all mixed up together but more happiness than
sadness and lots and lots of love for us both. Lunch was late that Sunday.
She did ask how much it had cost and looked at me strangely when I told
her. I told her to ask Chang if she did not believe me as he had bought it
and I had paid him. She looked and felt relieved when I told her that, so I
was pretty sure Chang had not told me the right price.


     School. The kids were wary but they were no longer as frightened.
Everyone must have seen the news item and the Brydons were not at school.
As far as I know, they never returned to our school. A couple of the braver
kids came up and asked me if it was true that I had killed two men on
Wednesday, in the park. I told them not to be silly I had just injured
them.  They wanted to know what I had done and I told them I had broken one
mans arm and another mans knee but I had only done it after they had
attacked me. This broke the ice and some girls came up and asked if Li was
my friend. I told them that Li was my very best friend and that I got very
angry with anyone who tried to hurt him. They went and told some boys what
I had said and I think they had been sent to ask because the boys were too
frightened to ask themselves. Some of the kids even spoke to me in class,
even if it was just "good morning" or "have a good weekend?"

     Things kept getting better each day and I noticed that Li had a few
kids, boys and girls, who kept hanging around him as if he were a good luck
charm. A few kids from all the grades asked him about the pendant because
he was proud of it and always had it on display. Whenever he was asked he
always said

      "Jeremy gave it to me because we are very best friends."

I know some of the teachers heard him but no one said anything and a few
of the kids even looked a little scared. If anyone guessed what there really
was between Li and I, they were not game enough to say it out loud. No one
said a word out of place to him the whole week and it was a new experience
for someone who was used to being teased and bullied.

     Lunchtime on Wednesday and I was walking down to meet Li. As I
rounded the corner I could feel the contempt of the playground teacher who
was standing over Li and berating him for being a sissy and a sook and a
wuss and needing someone to look after him at his age. I walked up behind
him very quietly. Li must have seen me but he never let on.

     "Sir. Exactly what is it that you don't like about my friend Li?"

     The teacher turned around, took one look at me, then he turned
white. Li told me later that I had a scowl on my face that was just like
the one I had when I was facing the man with the knife. The teacher
stuttered that he was just trying to give Li some good advice.

     "It is your job to teach. If Li needs advice I am sure that his
father, his brother and even me, are better qualified to give it to him
than you are."

     He stuttered something about me probably being right and departed as
fast as he could without running and losing his dignity in front of the
other kids. I could feel the fear and I thought he might even piss his
pants. After that the teachers treated Li as if he were Fine Ming China,
even after I was at Uni, (as you will see later, it was far from all my
doing). We ate lunch in the shade of a tree and the other kids sat around
us in a circle trying to look as if they were not watching us.

     I walked home with Li and we had a wonderful time. We did not hurry
and I had told mum I would be late home and why, so I could take my time.
We did not kiss out in the open where everybody could see us but we did
hold hands when we thought nobody could see and I did give him a hug and
a quick peck on the lips when we were hidden behind the rotunda. When we
got to the Wong's, Mr Wong was home. He ushered me in and we went into
the lounge room. I asked him if I might speak about something that had been
worrying me.

     I told Father that I had been thinking about my treatment of Uncle
Fang and my fear it may cause a rift. I suggested to Father that I had read
about the custom of soaking a napkin in the bleeding caused by the breaking
of a virgins hymen, and offering it as a sacrifice to the Ancestors. I
thought this could be a way of soothing Uncle Fang's feelings. We could
take a few spots of blood from Li and soak them up with a napkin for an
offering.  Much as it would hurt me to do it, I thought I could manage
that. I was willing to do it because Uncle Fang had given them such good
business advice over many years and I did not want to sour the
relationship.

     "I shall have to consult with my wife about this. Fang is her Uncle
and she will have to see what he says."

     He took out a jewellery box and there was a medallion in it. He took
it out and placed it around my neck. It was gold and had the yin-yang
symbol engraved on it and around the wide edge, Li was engraved on one side
and Jeremy on the other. My medallion was first of the dowry presents to
the bridegroom. It was all a bit strange but I just shrugged and accepted
it. After all I was not such an expert that I could tell an Adult Chinese
man what customs he should be following. Li was so happy that we had a
great big smooch, right in front of the Wong's, and they didn't seem to
mind one bit.  Then I went home.

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      Mum came home and we each had half chicken and chips for tea. She
looked at my medallion and said it was 24carat gold. I know that that is
one of the more expensive sorts. She had this real knowing look but I could
not feel what it was about. She did not say anything more about the
medallion but she asked me if I had eaten my lunch with Li and I said of
course I had, I did every day. I know I'm not as sharp as a tack but it was
not until a few days later, when I realised what this was all about, that I
had to agree with my mum, sometimes I am as thick as a brick. I found out
later, that Mother and Father Wong were ringing mum regularly and letting
her know what they were planning.

     I told mum about the problems with Uncle Fang. She is still a bit
leery about Spirit things, but she had never objected when dad's mother had
taken me to Spiritualist meetings.

     Thursday and Friday things kept getting better. Kids kept getting more
and more friendly and they were talking to me normally by Friday afternoon.
Some of them were even joking with me, and a couple of the braver ones made
jokes at my expense. When they saw I was laughing too and that I wasn't
going to explode the thaw really set in. Li was beginning to blossom.
Everyone was being nice to him and the only person who had been nasty had
run away with his tail between his legs. He was being left free to grow. At
lunch we managed to get away where the others could not overhear and Li
told me that he had a small butt plug in his anus. I was horrified. I
probed his feelings and he was feeling proud and smug. I did not have the
heart to tell him how I felt.

     He told me that Uncle Fang had said it was the proper way to
consummate a marriage of this kind. I was not impressed with what Uncle
Fang had told Li but I could not interfere, I did not have the authority for
that. I had to look consummate up in the dictionary, when I got home and
wondered why he could not have just said complete, or accomplish. He told
me that Father wanted us to get "married" in eleven days time as this was
the very propitious date that they had been talking about. I told him I
thought this was way too rushed and that we were in no position to live
together and that I did not think mum would approve. He told me that they
were going to discuss it with my mother and that Father had it all worked
out. He would explain it to me on the weekend.

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        Saturday afternoon Chang picked me up in his car. I still did not
know why they insisted on driving me because it was not far to walk, but it
was nice snuggling with Li on the back seat, even if there was not much
legroom for me. Chang told me that one of his mates, a Prefect, had been in
the office when the teacher I had confronted came in and wanted me
expelled.  The Headmaster had made him tell exactly what I had said to
threaten him and then told him I had just given the teacher the same good
advice the Headmaster would have given him. If he confined himself to
teaching he would be perfectly safe. There were other people in the school
whose job it was to give advice. When I had greeted everyone, Li led me
upstairs.

     "Jeremy, will you help me pull out my plug? I need to go and it is
very hard to get it out myself."

     Of course I helped him he was my sweetest one. I can't say that the
smell of the mess on the plug was all that pleasing, but it came from my
love so it did not revolt me. I washed it thoroughly in warm water and
soap, and then I rinsed it thoroughly and shook it dry. When I opened the
cabinet to look for some lube I was greeted by the sight of a larger butt
plug. He giggled and told me he had persuaded his father to buy them for
him and even told him what sizes to get. I told him that he knew I was
nowhere near as big as the larger plug, (If you want to know, I am 15 cm
or6" and not as thick as two fingers), so why had he got it? He told me
that he wanted to be able to take me on our wedding night and be loose
enough so there was no strain on me when I pushed in. He wanted there to be
just enough tension in his ring so that it would feel good for me but be as
smooth as silk. Uncle Fang had told him that I should not have to hold my
dick, to prevent uncomfortable pressure on my groin; he should be ready
stretched. I tried to tell him that I did not want to do that anal thing
yet but he was insistent. Even if I never did it to him again he wanted me
to fuck his arse on our wedding night.

     He did not want me to make love to him he wanted to be fucked, and
taken as roughly as I liked. I was going to protest even more vigorously,
when I focused on, and read his feelings. He felt as if I was spurning not
just the idea of marriage, but him. He was taking the advice of Uncle Fang
and Uncle Fang had never been wrong in the advice he had given. Uncle Fang
had made sure that he had met his other half of the Yin-Yang and now I
didn't want him. I could not let him think I was rejecting him. I could not
bear to hurt his feelings; they were more fragile than his body. My heart
was breaking at what I was doing to him.

     "My darling sweetest little Li, if you are sure this is what you want
I will do anything you want me to do. What I think is not important it is
what you want that matters. This may cause you pain but it will not harm
you, so I will do whatever you ask."

      I could feel the relief flood through him. His Jeremy was accepting
him.  Wonderful, and would help him to prepare his hole to be taken the way
he wanted it to be taken. His marriage would be pleasing to Uncle Fang.

     "Please help me put the larger plug in, I don't think I can do it
myself.  This will be the first time I have worn it, and I was afraid I was
going to have to ask Chang to help me."

     I could feel his shame at the thought of having to admit to Chang that
his lover would not do this service for him and of having Chang looking at
his arsehole and handling it. I was mortified at realising what pain and
humiliation I had almost inflicted on my love. Li took off all his clothes
and, taking a towel, went in to lie on the bed. I picked up his clothes and
followed him. Since he only seemed to have a hazy idea of what to do, I
decided that it would be best for him if he lay on his side. It would be
more comfortable for him and give me easy access. I tucked his knees up to
his chest. I wondered if it had been Chang who had inserted the first one.

     I greased one finger and began to work it in. The butt plug had done
its job and there was little resistance. He was not very clean so I got
some toilet paper and wiped him, then I washed my hands. I worked two
fingers into him with a generous amount of lube. There was more resistance
but not too bad. Then I went for three fingers and I could see his face
screw up. I almost stopped but then I realised, my three fingers were no
bigger than the thickness of the plug. I did not feel for his prostate
while I was twisting my fingers to open him. I was having trouble keeping
my courage screwed up tight enough to be able shove that whopper up him.

     He was still engorged when I presented the tip of that thing to his
partly open hole. The thought of what I was about to do was making me feel
sick. I closed my eyes and shoved the head inside the muscle ring in one
go. I shuddered, he gasped and his beautiful erection went as limp as a
piece of string. He winced a little but made no complaint. We were both
exhausted so I tucked him under the sheets and we both dozed off for a
while. We woke after about an hour and I was feeling dirty, so I took Li
and we had a shower together.

      I had never been in such a weird situation before. What was going on;
I felt that I needed protection so, while Li was drying me, I centred
myself and sought my Spiritual Guide. I showed my guide the worries I was
having over Li's increasing emotional dependence on me, and my ignorance as
to how to handle it or fulfil his needs. Immediately I was filled with
peace and I felt the Light of Love surrounding us both. We would have all
the support and protection that Spirit could provide. I still had to take
care of the physical, myself, as that was not where Spirit could interfere
except in very unusual circumstances. I sent a little thank you to dad's
mum who had taken me to all those Spiritualist meetings and made sure I
understood what it was all about. In fact I had probably inherited my
ability to feel and see Spirit from her. I dried Li and we got dressed. We
were just leaving the room when Chang came up the stairs to get us.

        As we entered the dining room I could not conceal my surprise. Mr
Wong was standing behind his chair, at the head of the table, and mum was
seated on his right. Chang ushered me to sit next to mother and Li was
seated next to me. Chang went to the seat on his father's left and the
three male Wong's sat down. I was leaking worry from my emotions but mum
just looked at me and sent me reassurance. I relaxed a little. The two
female Wong's brought in large bowls of different dishes and a very big one
of rice.  Mum must have told them we were both used to eating the Chinese
way because we were both given small bowls and chopsticks. The conversation
was about work and school and anything except the big one, Li and I.

     After dinner Mr Wong ushered the three of us into the lounge room and
Mrs Wong joined us shortly afterwards. While we were waiting for Mrs Wong,
mum looked at Li and I could feel that she wanted to talk to me but was not
sure if Li should hear what she wanted to say. I did not hesitate.

     "Li has the right to know everything about me and about relations
between the two of us. I presume you are here because you know what is
happening but if I am wrong please tell me."

     She could not mistake the strength and determination that I was
sending.

     "Mrs Wong rang me and asked me to come to dinner as there was an
important matter to discuss. They want you and Li to get married and that
you, both, want it too. They tell me that they would like it to happen a
week from today. You are both very young to be making such a big
commitment, you are only fifteen and Li will not be fourteen until January
next year. I won't say much about legalities, but I hope you realise this
must be a secret until you are both eighteen. I already know that you want
this; you have told me in so many ways without actually saying it. Li's
parents are happy for this to happen but I still have some concerns."

      'I really was not interested in anyone until I met Li and I didn't
even know that I was in love with him and that he was in love with me,
until a couple of weeks ago. All this is going so fast it has my head in a
whirl. I do know that Li and I belong together. I didn't really understand
about this marriage thing until this afternoon and I want to know a bit
more about it before I agree."

     A feeling of understanding and recognition swept out from mum, but her
face never changed. Mrs Wong came in from the doorway and took a seat. I
could feel that she had heard my reply to mum and she was preparing to set
our minds at rest. Mum got in first.

     "I think we both need to know a lot about the details of this plan. Mrs
Wong has explained why it needs to be so soon; they wish to take advantage
of an extremely auspicious date so that your union with Li will be greatly
blessed. There are a lot of practical details which have still to be worked
out."

     Mrs Wong stepped in as soon as she had finished speaking

     "We think that there should be a simple ceremony before the Ancestors
and that the boys should not live together until they are at University.
This does not mean that they should not spend time together and we propose
that, when it is school term, Jeremy will escort Li home on Wednesday and
stay the night. We would also like them to be together, here, each
weekend. If it is acceptable to you, Jeremy could come here after he has
finished the lawns on Saturday and we would take him to school on Monday
morning. We have not made any firm plans for the holidays because we do not
know what work Jeremy has to do around your home, but at least half his
time should be spent with you until he is an adult."

     Wow! I got to spend three nights a week with my love, and with the
blessing of our parents. It was a "dream come true". The three Wong's
wanted me to put it up his love tunnel. I was not too sure about that,
although I had given Li my word that I would do it on our "wedding" day and
I would keep my word on that. There were lots of other things for us to do,
and were expecting me to do it three times a week. It would be heaven. I
could have sex with him until we were both sore and no one would complain.
Would mum go for it? I might still be tired but that really turned me on. I
must have been leaking too much of my lust because mum promptly threw a wet
blanket on it.

     "The work around the house could be arrange to fit in to that
schedule, but what about the need to do their home work and they would need
to keep up their marks."

     "Father or Chang always check to see that our homework is done
properly and we are not allowed to play until it is done."

     I had almost forgotten he was sitting beside me. I smiled at him and
put my arm around him. He smiled at me and cuddled up to my side.

     "What about you Jeremy? I know you want this but you have reservations
about it being so soon. Are you willing to go ahead next Saturday? Would
you be able to keep up your side of the bargain if you do?"

     I knew I had to consider carefully. Mum and Mr Wong were both business
people. A bargain was a bargain, even if it was verbal. It would be too
late if I said yes. The time to agree on changes was before the bargain was
struck. Both of them would expect me to keep my word once I agreed.

     I looked across the room and my eyes became unfocused. Unconsciously,
I lifted Li onto my lap and cuddled him as I rocked gently back and forth.
Mum knew my mind was working furiously but I have no idea what the Wong's
thought because my mind was elsewhere. I assessed everything, including
what I now knew about Li's feelings and about his vulnerability, and made a
decision. Then I spoke to my Spirit Guide.

     "Is this the right decision?"

     The reply was ambiguous and it would not have been helpful except that
I understood spiritual principles.

     "It is for you to make that decision, but this way will not harm your
growth." I came back to the present.

     "I will be able to keep my side of the bargain Mum. I accept."

     " You always keep you word, son! If you really want to go ahead with
this I will do what I can to make it work for you."

     You could feel the relief from all the Wong's. Chang was listening
just out of sight, and mum was sending me acceptance and support. What a
wonderful thing; having a Mum like that! She accepted my gift and the fact
that I was gay. She accepted that I saw and talked with Spirit and, even
though she was uncomfortable with it, was sending me acceptance and
support.

     "You will sleep here tonight and come home for lunch tomorrow. That
will give us time to adjust and work out the changes we need to make. I
have a bag in the car with a change of clothes for you. Come out and get it
and I will see you tomorrow for lunch."

     I kissed Li on the forehead and stood up with him in my arms. I sat him
back on the lounge and kissed him again. I followed mum to the door Mr
Wong was at the door to see her out. He took her hand and shook it warmly.

     "Elisabeth Irons it has been a great honour to get to know you. I can
see that you and your son have great love and esteem for each other, now I
know why. When the ancestors bless the marriage of our two sons you will
also become part of this family and I shall be proud to have you as a
member."

     "Thank you Shin Wong I will do all I can to make our sons happy and I
will be honoured to become part of your family. This is a most unusual
arrangement but I can see that it is right for these two boys, so I will
not oppose it."

     I followed mum to the car.

     "You really do love him that much don't you." It was a statement
rather than a question.

     "Yes mum. He is my other half. If I let him go I will never find
another like him. He feels that I complete his circle for him and I feel
that he completes my circle for me. I think that we were meant to be
together." I could feel the question coming before mum spoke. She had been
reading some of my books on China, she must have picked up on some disquiet
from someone and I did not think it was from me. I answered before she
could put the question.

     " I know there is the matter of the sacrifice of the virgins blood,
and Li is not a woman. I have already told them I will not hurt Li in any
way, so they have to find out what would be acceptable to the Ancestors. It
is their problem and I will not be part of Li suffering any pain. It is not
for you to worry about."

      She could read me and she was satisfied. We kissed and she left. When
I was back indoors I spoke to the Wong's about their approach to Uncle
Fang.  They said that Uncle Fang had accepted my suggestion. He had agreed
that things had changed in the physical world but he had not changed in his
approach, simply because things had not changed in China for centuries
before he had died. He had consulted with the other Ancestors and decided
to modify his attitude. He now realised that it was father Wong, who had
been able to interpret his advice into a form that had been relevant to the
real physical world, who was as much responsible for the family's success
as he was. He thought that the suggestion I had made was an excellent
compromise. I was relieved that Uncle Fang would not desert the family as I
felt it would cause Mother Wong a great deal of sorrow and pain if he
did. It did not matter to me if he continued to ignore me.

I asked their permission to go up to bed and I could feel Mother Wong was a
little worried by us sleeping in the same bed.

     "Do not worry Mother! I keep my bargains, Li will still be a virgin on
our wedding day."

     His hole would still be virginal but I intended to try everything else.

     She was satisfied and Mr Wong was feeling proud of having such picked
such an honourable man as husband for his son. We climbed wearily up the
stairs; the day had taken a lot out of us. Emotional activity can be just
as tiring as physical activity. I was not so tired that I could not enjoy
the sight and feel of my treasured one, although I was careful to avoid
playing with his butt plug, just in case I was tempted. That still left an
awful lot of skin for me to caress and suck and nibble and kiss. He
responded just as enthusiastically and I don't think there was a square
millimetre of my skin that he did not explore. We ended up just as you
would have expected. I sucked him until he gave up his few drops, and, once
again, it was so intense he only had his shoulders and his heels on the bed
when he came. Then he took my cut dick head in his mouth and worked the
rest with his fingers. It was his own idea, not mine. I had never been
sucked before and I was in heaven. I blew a load as big as the one I had
blown for him the Friday before. He swallowed it all without so much as a
whimper.

     "Oh my Jeremy that was a big load you fed me." He was giggling again.
"You are so virile and it was coming so fast that I almost choked."

     "I'm glad you didn't! I think I would die if I lost you."

     We wrapped our arms around each other and kissed a little before we
both dropped off to sleep. We must have moved around during the night
because I did not wake up stiff (Not there! In the muscles.) But whenever I
surfaced enough to be aware, we were holding hands or dicks or somewhere
else. We did not seem to let go of each other for the whole night.

     In the morning, Li had needed to go again so I removed his butt plug,
washed it and lubed it up for him. He said he intended to wear it until the
morning of our wedding and I told him I thought he was very brave to put
up with the discomfort for so long. He was having none of that. He was
determined that the first time I took him he would be as smooth as silk on
my pudding, and just have enough tension in his anus for it to feel good for
me. He was adamant that I would not have to force my dick and have any
unpleasant pressure on my groin; I would just slip it in. We enjoyed washing
each other in the shower but neither of us wanted to "play". Mum had
packed a nearly new outfit, which I kept for special occasions and Li
thought I looked very smart. He put on a light blue long sleeved shirt and
dark blue slacks. I told him he looked good enough to eat. We did not eat
each other we ate breakfast instead.

     After breakfast, I asked Father if he would explain how the ceremony
was to be conducted. He took me into the study away from the noise. The
ceremony would commence at 9.30 and would only be about ten minutes
but we had to be wearing the first set of robes. Then we were to go up and
proceed with the deflowering of the virgin. When I was ready I should put
on the second robe and bring down the offering then I was to go back and
dress my wife and myself in the embroidered robes and we both came down.
I should carry my bride from the door to the kneeling stool and kneel with
her in my lap. The offering and incense would then be burned and the
Ancestors would give their blessing. Uncle Fang had certainly thought up a
strange ceremony but if it kept everybody happy who was I to complain. It
was not going to be hard to do. I thanked Father for being so detailed and
careful. Then I left to find Li.

     We watched some TV in the family room. Mr Wong moved the Papa San
chair to where we had a good view of the TV and I cuddled Li on my lap.  We
did not feel each other up, because the younger children could see us, but
the snuggling was beautiful. Besides we needed to give things a rest so
that our cum could build up again. Mr and Mrs Wong were feeling very
content, Chang was happy that he would no longer have to carry all the
burden of looking out for his much loved little brother, the other two were
a bit jealous of all the attention Li was getting but they were happy for
him.  They felt that their father loved them just as much as he loved Li so
he was sure to find the perfect partner for them when the time was right.

     Chang drove us home. Earlier in the morning I had asked him if he
could buy an enema, without his parents knowing, and he had agreed. I had
thought that, if Li were wearing a butt plug for a whole week, there was a
possibility of him becoming impacted and I would hurt him when I took
him. Before he dropped me Chang told us that he had been looking for a spot
to put the enema in the bathroom cabinet and he found that there was a new
one, still in its box, already in there. His Mother must have anticipated
our needs.


     When I walked in the door mum looked at me, raised one eyebrow, and
then smiled. She knew the answer even before she asked.

     "Everything get resolved satisfactorily?"

     "Yes mum. We will have lots of symbolic mumbo jumbo but nothing
nasty."


       We began to prepare a light lunch and to work out what chores had to
be moved to where. Which days were most convenient for what jobs? How to
fit in my workouts and lots of other details. I may be a bit of an old
fashioned bore but I am very good on detail just like mum. I did fall
asleep, eventually; I was missing Li already.


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     School was a bore. I was finished with exams and was just filling in
time until the end of term. Tuesday brought an unexpected surprise. I was
late back from lunch with Li. I had stopped for a leak before class. As I
came out of the loo I was mum and Father Wong being conducted into the
Headmaster's office. Mum would not tell me what it was about when I asked
her that night; she said it was none of my business. She did tell me to
take a change of clothes with me tomorrow, as I would be staying the night
at the Wong's. I did learn what happened through Chang and his friend who
was a Prefect. Chang told us, at lunch, on Wednesday.

     Apparently, mum and Father had told Mr Jorgensen that Li and I were
boyfriends and that we had their full approval. Then mum dropped a
bombshell. The Minister for Education was a close personal friend of both
Grandma and herself. She had been very disturbed by the events of the past
few weeks, including an apparent case of verbal abuse of Li by a Teacher,
and felt that the school had been lax in its duty of care. She was not
worried about me being hurt, since I had proved I could take care of
myself, but she was concerned about possible legal repercussions should I
need to defend myself or Li in the future. If the school were to allow
bullying of Li to happen in the future, then she would have no option but
to draw it to the attention of the Minister, (I told you my mum could be
nasty when she wanted to be).

     Mr Jorgensen told them he was strongly against bullying and homophobia
and that he would take every precaution to see that it was not a part of
school culture. He then saw them out. According to the Prefect, he was as
white as a ghost.

     Chang told me he had brought his car, as he had promised his mates he
would let them have a look at it, so he would not be home until just before
dinner. He winked at Li and said.

     "You two will have plenty to look at and show off until I get home."

     I could not quite catch what he was alluding to, because he was not
just thinking sexy thoughts.

          We hurried home because Li said he needed to "take a dump" I
think you Americans call it. We went inside and everyone greeted me, the
two younger children gave me big hugs and I felt very much loved. We made
our excuses and Li hurried me upstairs to the bathroom. When I took down
his shorts I could see why. There was a big stain on the back of his
boxers.  He had waited too long. Removing the large plug was not very nice
but I would do anything for my Li so I did not hesitate. Just to be safe I
made him stick his bum over the pedestal before I worked it out of him, it
turned out to be a smart move. I washed it, and my hands, twice before I
rinsed it and greased it. Then I wet a cloth and washed his crack and
around his hole before reinserting it. He was nearly naked so I slipped his
shirt off. He picked up his clothes and I picked him up and carried him to
the bed.

     I walked into the bedroom and did a double take. There was a whole new
room of furniture. Li was giggling madly. Father had bought us a wedding
present of bedroom furniture, apparently another Chinese custom. There was
a king size bed, four large wardrobes, two large desks, an entertainment
unit, with all new equipment, in the corner beside the bathroom door, with
two chairs and a two seater lounge, as well as it's own rug. Every piece of
furniture matched. They were superb.

      On the desks were two, brand new, state of the art Apple Mac's. I had
to put my naked Li on the bed he was getting heavy.  Not even the
temptation of his luscious nakedness was enough to distract me I was so
dumbfounded.  One of the computers had its own telephone modem and the
telephone had J. Irons and the number on the card at the bottom. The
computer modem had Chang's account number at the Uni, taped to it. Father
had just set up the account for Chang to use next year. The other computer
had a Dot Matrix printer attached. The room was 6.5 meters by 4.5 meters
(21'4" by 14'9") and the furniture only just managed to fit in without
making it too crowded.

      Li told me all about his fathers present and I told him I had to
thank his father as soon as I saw him because it was far more than I had
ever expected when he said I would live there three days a week. I lay
beside him and I was enjoying the feel of my Li's body and he was feeling
me but I refused to go too far as I wanted to save it for tonight. When we
went down for dinner Li put on a clean outfit, he refused to wear the
shorts again until they had been washed, even though they were not stained

     Mother Wong was bustling about a little more than usual and I went to
find Father to thank him for his generous presents and to clarify a few
more details about the ceremony. We went into his study and he told me that
he intended to give the same gift to all his children and I should not be
embarrassed.

     I asked him to find me a new darning needle but he said he had taken a
small ceremonial knife and had it sharpened and then he had taken it to the
Buddhist temple to be blessed. I asked him to put some alcohol and cotton
wool in the room so that I could make sure the blade was sterile. He told
me there was a small can of spray antiseptic and sealer already in the
bedside cabinet. I asked him about the timing and he said that the only
critical time was that the blood should be taken at 10am. When it was
offered and the timing of the other things was not critical. I told him
that I would be as exact as possible with the taking the offering but we
were likely to be there for a long time. He said that I could take as long
as I needed. He explained the order of the robes we were wearing and that
they were labelled and in pairs in plastic protectors. They were already in
the wardrobe immediately beside the door. I thanked him again and we left
the study.

     They were all in the family room watching TV. Chang had come in while
Father and I had been talking, and dinner would not be served for another
twenty minutes. I felt I needed to meditate and I asked Li if he wanted to
join me. We went into the lounge room because the family rarely used it but
it was close enough to hear when dinner was ready. I sat on the floor using
the lounge as a backrest. I sat Li between my legs with his back against my
chest. I folded my legs over his with my heels near his groin, I was careful
not to put weight on his legs. I wrapped my arms around him and told him
that if he dozed off it would be OK because I was holding him. He leaned
back with a great feeling of peace and security. I withdrew to my centre and
began reaching for the other side.

     Mother Wong must have been coming in to fetch us to dinner but she
stood at the door and uttered a loud gasp. This caught the attention of Li
who had been drowsing against me. He opened his eyes and saw a little of
what his mother saw and began to wriggle to try and see the rest. This
caused me to become aware of him and to return to the Earthly Plane. As I
returned, what they were seeing faded away and there was nothing to be seen
when I opened my eyes. Mother Wong clasped her hands and bowed in the Wei,
(I think it is called this in Chinese, I know it is in Thai) inviting the
bridegroom to join them for dinner. I was a bit puzzled by this but thought
it part of the ritual.

    During dinner Li spoke to his mother in Cantonese. I was getting used
to conversations that switched rapidly from English to Cantonese and back
again. Father asked her to explain what Li was talking about. She looked a
little embarrassed but then explained that when she had come to fetch us
there had been four "beings of light", that is how she described them,
standing two on each side of us. Around them had been a large crowd of
other spirits, some of who were Ancestors and some of whom bore a
resemblance to my mother or me. They had faded away when I opened my
eyes. They all looked at me. I explained that two of the beings were my
Guide and my Guardian and that they had been there for as long as I could
remember. The other two were probably Li's Guardian and Guide because I had
requested that they become visible to me so that it would be easier to
converse with them while I was teaching Li how to contact them for
himself. I had also requested that, if Li had no Guardian, one should be
provided now. They looked at me as if I were something strange but I
protested that I had grown up with this and that I wanted it for my Li
since it was available to everyone if they cared to use it. They seemed to
be in awe that Spirit would talk to me anytime I wanted and that I did not
have to perform ceremonies to achieve it. I could not see, for the life of
me, why it was a problem. It was the way I had always done it. Father spoke
in Cantonese and they all stood and Wei'd to me. Li told me, when we were
in bed, that this is what they usually did to Priests and Holy Men. I
thought they were overdoing it a bit.

      Li and I went up to bed at 9 pm. No one commented or seemed
surprised. We lay there feeling each other all over and talking
quietly. Then we pleasured each other in our favourite way.

     "Oh Jeremy you make a wonderful husband for me. You are so strong.
You have shot a very big load. I had such trouble swallowing fast enough so
that I shouldn't spill it."

     I did not tell him I had been saving it for days for him. We drifted
off to sleep, gently wrapped in each other's arms. Chang woke us in the
morning, by knocking, and then putting his head around the bathroom door
when I answered. I had forgotten to set the alarm on our new clock radio. I
fixed that before getting out of bed.

      We walked to school. Chang did not want to make people jealous by
flaunting his car; it was a rarity for a boy his age to have a car, let
alone a new Mercedes. He had shown it to all his friends yesterday.
Thursday and Friday I was pretty distracted thinking about Saturday. It is
just as well the work was not particularly important. I forgot homework
entirely. I was staying at Wong's on Friday night but I was told not to
bring clothes as they were being provided. Father Wong had said the robes
were already in the wardrobe and I did not think about what I would wear on
Sunday.

     Neither of us wanted to have sex. Tomorrow, and all it meant for us,
was on our minds and, besides, we wanted to have a full load for each other
at 10am. We just cuddled and kissed and were soon asleep. We were up at
7.30 for a light breakfast. We were back upstairs to get dressed at 8.00; I
had a lot of things I wanted to do to prepare us both. I removed Li's butt
plug and washed it. He has never worn one since. When he had wiped and
flushed I filled the enema with warm soapy water. I removed the rest of his
clothes and laid him on the bed, on his side. I inserted the greased nozzle
(the largest one) and rolled him on his tummy before I opened the tap. I
made him hold it until I could feel he was getting uncomfortable then I
picked him up, still on his tummy and carried him into the bath. I did not
risk using the pedestal in case we missed it when I turned him over. It was
the right choice because the water just rushed out of him when he
straightened up. I washed his legs and put my finger up his hole to massage
his prostate for just a minute. I told him he would have to wait till later
for the rest and he said he could hardly wait, but he would. I made sure
the bath was clean before we got in to have our shower. We made sure every
bit of our partner was squeaky clean.

      I dressed Li in his plain white robe. I am not sure why he was in
white because it is the colour of mourning. Were we mourning the loss of
his virginity, the loss of his equipment or his leaving his Family for
another? I have no idea and I never asked. I could not resist kissing the
few tiny hairs over his dick before I wrapped him up and tied the sash. My
robe was black.  These are the colours that are used for the Yin and
Yang. We wore nothing underneath. There was traditional Chinese style
underwear provided but I decided on nothing. We went down at 9.15. Mum had
arrived, and the children were dressed in their best clothes. Father and
Mother Wong were wearing embroidered robes.

     The ceremony was simple and was in Cantonese but I could feel what
they were trying to do. That were asking the Ancestors to come and receive
the offerings which they were making and, if they were pleasing to them, to
bless us, and the family. Father and Mother both lit incense and placed the
sticks in holders. Then Li and I went upstairs.

     I got the things out of the cabinet and washed the blade with a swab
of cotton wool and alcohol. Just to be safe I held it over the sink and
poured the rest of the small bottle over the blade. I was not going to take
any risks with my precious one. He just sat on the bed and waited for me to
show him what I wanted. I put the knife on the napkin in the bowl, and laid
the bowl on the bottom of the bed with the spray antiseptic. Then I took
off his robe and laid him on his back, then removed my own robe. It was
still a few minutes to 10 so I took the tube and began to grease him but I
did not grease my pole in case I got blood or something on it and had to
wash it. I spread his legs and began to look for the three perfect veins
for me to take the blood from. The alarm on the bedside clock went off at
one minute to ten.

     "Darling this is going to hurt a little. I am sorry but I have to hurt
you and I hope this will be the very last time I do it."

     "Jeremy you are my life. I will gladly take a little pain if it makes
me yours forever."

     I kissed the junction between the base of his erection and his
scrotum, and then touched the tip of the knife to the three veins I had
selected.  Because he was aroused they bled quite freely but I applied
pressure with the napkin and they stopped. I laid the napkin back in the
bowl and placed the knife on top, and then I sprayed the three spots with
antiseptic. The napkin had three large stains on it.

     I stood between his legs; my once rampant horn was now as limp as
overcooked spaghetti. He was looking at me with shy, eager, anticipation.
He saw at once what was wrong.

     "My poor darling husband. Did it hurt you that much to take my willing
offering? Let me heal your pain my Jeremy."

     He pulled me down beside him and his fingers and his lip soon had me
hard. He greased my pole with the reverence lavished on holy objects. I
laid him on his side and pushed his knees up to his chest. My entry was as
smooth as he had wanted and I rabbit fucked him with tiny movements but
very fast. To be truthful, I did not know any other way. I had only seen a
few pictures and read a little about it. Porn of any sort had been hard to
find, and male-male porn was even rarer, so this or on hands and knees, was
the way that all the pictures showed. We learned to pleasure each other
better as time went on, and we discovered that we could do it face to face,
which is the best of all. Li could not have cared less about the position,
in his mind this was about me expressing my love by taking possession of
him, just as Uncle Fang had told him. He wanted the first time to be
perfect for me alone. We had both changed our minds about what we wanted,
before I orgasmed.

       When I was inside him I tried to kiss him but he had to twist around
and our lips never got that lovely lock they usually did. I contented
myself with kissing his cheeks and neck while feeling his sweet glowing
skin with my hands. When I began to move inside him, I did not last long. I
had been anticipating this all week and I was more than ready. I filled him
with the biggest load I had ever shot and he was moaning with pleasure as
he felt it fill him. We lay there for a few moments exhausted, waiting to
recover. I was still inside him and I felt as if we had welded into one
person. I looked at his emotions and he felt the same way. Now all his
emotional stability was dependent on me, and none on his father. I was
scared but I remembered the feelings they had sent me when we were in the
bathroom, and I remembered what my Guide had said. If I were to damage Li,
then it would now be the same as if I damaged myself, so they obviously
thought I could handle it. I felt comforted. We were perfected, the two had
become one.

     He asked me to hand him a piece of blue silk that was under the
pillow.  When he had it he rolled onto his stomach and I slid out of
him. He reached around and wiped my soft member with it.

     "Should you take the offering downstairs now, my strong one?"

     I agreed it was time and I knew we had carried out the ceremony
perfectly, so far. I put on my second robe; it was covered with yin-yang
symbols circled in red. Other people must have thought about us the same
way that we did. I picked up the bowl and kissed all down my lovers back
before I left. I took the bowl down and bowed as I handed it to Father Wong
in front of the altar. He bowed as he received it and turned to place it on
the altar. I went back upstairs. It was only 11 am.

      When I entered our bedroom my sweet one was sitting on the floor on
the piece of blue silk.

     "Now I will have two precious treasures. The first time you gave up your
seed for me and the first time you entered me."

     I took the carved box from his bedside cabinet and placed it beside
him.  He still had his erection; we had not taken care of it. I took a
pillow and put it under his knees, straightening his legs until they rested
on it, then I knelt beside him and made him lie back on my knees. I bent
over and pleasured him with my lips, tongue and fingers until he gave up
his sweetness to my mouth. I told him to put his treasure away and washed
us both before putting on our embroidered robes. His robe was red with
large phoenix on it, they were picked out with lots of gold and silver. My
robe was blue and had four huge dragons on it done entirely in gold with
just a little colour to draw in the detail. If you ever come back from
America I will show you all the robes, we still have them. Li's would be
too small but mine may be large enough for you, if you decide to "marry"
your boyfriend. It would be a symbol I would gladly share with you.

     I kissed my Li all over his face and carried him from the door to the
kneeling stool. I knelt and rested his bum on my knees but I did not let him
go. Father and Mother Wong began their prayers and laid the napkin on hot
coals in a brazier on the altar. They lit incense with, more prayers, and
placed it in holders. Chang turned on an exhaust fan to remove the stink of
the napkin burning. I looked into the eyes of My Love and My Life and our
lips met. I can remember nothing for the next few minutes but when we
broke, Spirit people surrounded us and Mother Wong was looking ecstatic.
Our two Guardians and our two Guides were the corners of a square and
they were allowing both lots of Ancestors to come, one at a time, and lay
hands on us. There was a great feeling of Love and Acceptance, which I
noticed even mum was aware of. She may not have been able to see them
but I am sure she could feel them. Mother was telling Father what she could
see and naming relatives whom she knew. It was in Cantonese but she
would switch to English and tell mum when someone who looked like her or
me, came up. Li and I just knelt there and soaked it in. They were very quick
in getting through the crowd of Spirits, which included Uncle Fang, and
then they all turned and bowed to the whole family before fading out.

     I stood, with Li in my arms, and lowered his feet to the floor. Father
Wong brought me a jewellery box and opened it so I could take out the
pendant. It was magnificent. It must have cost more than the house. It was
a Yin-Yang completely surrounded by a finely detailed, gold, dragon. The
black half was onyx and the white half was a single piece of white opal, on
a gold backing. I placed it around the neck if my beloved with great
reverence and kissed him gently on the lips. It was Fathers gift to us
both; if we were ever in desperate need of money we had a fortune around
Li's neck.

     Mother and Father Wong were almost bursting with pride and mum was
feeling all happy and teary, the two younger children thought it was nice
but a bit of a bore. Chang hoped that he would be as blessed when he
married.  They insisted that we share in the banquet that Mother had
prepared but I was worried that we would spoil our beautiful robes so I
took Li upstairs as soon as we could get away. Chang followed us up with a
big bowl of chicken wings, cucumber slices and other finger food. We kissed
and cuddled and no one came near us until morning. I took Li again before
we went to sleep and I think the second time was even better. I know I made
it better for Li.

     In the morning we showered together as usual. That was when I found
out how sneaky they had been. I had not brought clothes with me because
they said they would be provided and they had given us the robes. I told Li
I did not have clean underwear to put on and he said.

     "Look in your wardrobe."

     "What wardrobe?"

     "The second one beside the door."

     When I opened it my eyes nearly popped out of my head. They must have
been collecting a record of my size in everything when we were shopping
because the wardrobe was crammed with more clothes and shoes than I had
ever owned in my entire life. There were long and short sleeve shirts by
the dozens there were slacks and jeans and shorts. The drawers held dozens
of briefs and boxers, dozens of pairs of socks, piles of handkerchiefs and
even pyjamas. I had no idea when they expected me to wear pyjamas; perhaps
they thought I might have to go to hospital. There were several different
sorts of sneakers, black leather shoes, tan and brown leather shoes, three
different sorts of sandals and thongs (dad used to call them Japanese
safety boots), and even two suits. I had never owned one suit before let
alone two. I didn't waste my breath protesting. I knew it would be a wasted
effort.

      "Wow! That's awesome." He started giggling when I spoke."

     He was standing behind me, naked and giggling his head off. He was
waiting for me to dress him and he thought it proper that I should dress
first.  I was going to be showing off my bride for the first time and I
must choose what I thought would be appropriate for the event. Tomorrow and
every day from then on he would dress me in whatever I chose. It took many
years to teach him how to be an equal partner. I chose a maroon, long
sleeve, silk shirt and black pants and I dressed him in a pale blue silk
shirt and black pants. We had brunch and I put the pendant in Fathers
study. Father had been called out for a little while. I explained to Mother
that I did not want my darling mugged by some greedy thug and Father could
keep it safe. We would only get it out for special occasions. I knew I was
a good fighter but I could not see the sense in tempting Fate. She told me
I was wise beyond my years. Chang was happy to take us shopping in China
Town, which was the only place where shops were open on a Sunday, at that
time.

     I had used a picture of a Tibetan mandala to focus on when I was
learning to meditate. The picture belonged to dad so I no longer had it,
not that I needed it now. I wanted to buy something for Li to focus on
while I was teaching him to meditate. I thought a statue of Buddha might be
a good idea but I needed to check how much I had in my account. That is
when I found out what Father Wong had done. Chang told me it was no big
deal as he had a credit card with a $10,000 limit and father always paid it
for him.  We looked in one of those shops, which have all sorts of cheap
art things from Hong Kong, but there was nothing I liked. Chang said he
knew just the place.

      He took us to a shop that he said Father always used when he was
looking for something. This stuff was so expensive it didn't even have
price tags. The person in charge bowed to Chang and addressed him by name.
They gabbled away in Cantonese and then Chang introduced us as Li his
younger brother, and Jeremy, his husband. He told him I was now a son in
the household with EVERYTHING that implied. The man treated me as if I were
Royalty from then on. I found just the statue I wanted. It was polished
wood and about 50cm (18") tall. It was old and it was very beautiful. I
said that I doubted I had enough money to buy it, because I could only draw
out $500 per day, but Chang said charge it to Father's account and had me
sign for it. He told me he would suggest to Father that I should have my
own credit card so that I did not have this problem again. Before we left
Chang told the man to remember what he had told him, when he was gossiping
with the other shopkeepers, to tell them that I was a holy man who
communicated with Li's Ancestors as well as my own, and a ferocious
fighter. I had crippled three men in fair fight, for threatening to harm
Li. If anyone actually harmed him, I would probably tear them apart. No one
would be able to hide Li from me because the Ancestors would always be able
to find him.

     I asked Chang why he had said that as it made me sound like a vicious
thug, I did not go around harming people intentionally. He told me it was
"cheap insurance". He said that the Chinese rumour mill already had some
strange stories about us and he wanted them to get the right idea. It was
also insurance against any petty criminals thinking to harm Li. He knew the
rumours were useless against the Triads, as they would plan carefully if
they were going to move against the Wongs, but there were as many small
crooks per head of population among the Chinese as there were among other
Australians. The rumour would make them think twice. Li assured me that
this was a legitimate tactical move and that his father had used it several
times in the past. In fact the man in the shop was a relative and had
helped them in this way previously. It was too late to change anything so I
just had to accept it.

     When we got home Mother Wong helped me find the things I needed and I
set up a little alcove beside the entertainment unit. I would start
teaching Li in a few days time but I felt we both needed to get our
emotions under control before we started. That night, our lovemaking was
very tender and went on for a long time before sleep finally took us.

     Monday, Li and I showered together, it was becoming a habit which we
still follow today, whenever possible. We knew that the teachers would have
been told about Li and I by now, but we were not sure how much to let the
rest of the school know. Father had decided to drive us to school for our
first day, so we discussed this with him and Chang at breakfast. Li was
proud of me and wanted to tell everybody. Father and I had to convince him
that we could only be boyfriends as far as the school was concerned. There
would be hell to pay if people found out the real situation. Father, Chang
and I all agreed that it was best to have the relationship out in the open,
as it would prevent any misunderstandings. They were sure I would not have
any trouble in future and it would help to protect Li. That is exactly what
happened. Not that the next three years were trouble free, but that is a
matter for another letter.

     Li and I held hands and hugged and kissed from then on, but we did try
to avoid doing it in front of others, I thought it was putting too much
strain on their tolerance. Not that we hid, and plenty of kids caught us at
it.

     It was hard being away from Li for those two nights, but that was the
agreement and I kept it. Father must have thought Chang's idea of a credit
card was a good one because he had one for me by Wednesday. He told me that
it was in addition to what I had in my savings account, as I now had two
people to look after, Li was my responsibility now.

     Wednesday night was bliss!

     Thursday and Friday were just as hard but I would be with Li on
Saturday and there was no school on Monday. I needed to meditate on what
Father had said about Li being MY responsibility now. It's a pretty
frightening thing to be responsible for another person's life and
wellbeing, especially when you're still a kid yourself.

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     I think this is enough for you to know how we came to be together.
Your Mother knows everything that happened from then on, except what
happened in bed. If you think you want to know more I will try and get
Uncle Li to write about that part, as this has been hard work.

Be at Peace dear one,
Jeremy


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