Date: Sat, 28 Aug 1999 16:32:45 PDT
From: Luke
Subject: joshua-15

Disclaimer
Hello again, you know the drill don't read this if you don't like gay things
or if you are underage, etc...
thanx to Eric for proof reading this and also this is dedicated to Josh, I
hope we can talk soon. Bye every one enjoy.

Joshua 15.

*knock knock*

All our heads turned towards the door, and my mom sat up in the chair
awoken from her light slumber. For a split second I hoped it was Tom
back to see me to say he was sorry and that he loved me, with that in
mind I flung my entire body towards the door. I yanked it open faster
than lightening could strike me.

"THERE'S MY SPORT" I looked at the man in the doorway, no it
couldn't be could it? There was a slightly plump 40-yr old man in a white
suit and a tanned wrinkled face, and a rather bad toupee. His arm's
outstretched to hug me.

"DAD!!!!!!!" I flew into his arms and tried to get my arms around his
wide gut as he gave me a fierce bare hug.

"Hold on there sport you better let go now or you will have people
thinking were a couple of fudge packing queer Homo's" eek! I quickly let
go as my dad had a good old jolly laugh. I stood there wondering what I
should do; now I know my dad isn't all too friendly towards 'those
unnatural creeps' as he calls them but I had to tell him. He loved me
surely he would accept me right? I decided to put it off until it was the
right time. My dad held me at arm's length and examined me.

"Jesus josh my boy look at you. You have changed so much; you look so
handsome just like me when I was your age. So tell me how many girls
have you had than? And when do I get to meet this Tomalena?" he said
while hitting me in the arm and chuckling, I just stood there with my head
hung low as the mention of Tomalena brought back memories, some
good some bad. I turned and ran to my mom and hugged her hard crying
my eyes out. She patted my back and stoked my hair while saying
soothing words to me. My dad just stood there trying to figure out what
he did wrong.

"What are you doing here?" my mum said, while setting me aside her on
the seat and passing me a tissue.

"What aren't I allowed to visit my own son? Didn't he tell you I was
coming? True I'm a week or 2 early but still he should have told you" my
dad asked innocently.

"Did you bring the bimbo with you?" my auntie asked peering out the
curtains towards my dad's flash sports car.

"No she's back at the hotel, to day it's just me and my boy, were gonna go
check out the chick's at the beach" he said matter of factly. My auntie just
started to laugh to her self.

"But Josh has stuff to do around the house" my mom said knowing I
wouldn't wanna go.

"Surely you wouldn't deny me my son after I came over here from
England would you? I'm sure my lawyers would have something to say
about that now." My mom was cornered.

"I don't mind going" I said while wiping my nose, all eyes turned to look
at me.

"AHA! The boy has spoken come on josh get what ever you need and
let's blow this joint" I quietly got up and ran upstairs to get dressed, a few
minutes later I was out the door following my dad to his new car. A
beauty it was to, it was red with a leather interior and chrome wheels it
was a porsh and made for (I guessed cause it only had two seats) the
single man (or the married man and his mistress as in my dad's case). I
jumped in the seat and off we went, I reached over and flicked on the
radio, the song 'The Funky Chicken' came on, I started to giggle, which
turned into a full fit of laughter. My dad quickly switched it off.

"Sorry. That's Bamby's favorite song, and I try to keep her happy" he
fumbled around with it until he gave up and just switched it off. We
drove in silence for a few moments.

"Who is Bamby? Is she the bimbo that they keep talking about?" I turned
to face my dad.

"Yeah she's quite a hottie only 27 and she like's your old man" the
thought 'yeah for your money' flashed across my mind.

"Oh" was all I could say, the car returned to a deadly silence and L.A.
whizzed past us at high speed.

"She's nice you will like her, just don't you go steeling her off me now
you little lady killer you. Hey you never guess what. At the hotel, the bag
collector was a fudge packing queer, he took my bags right and said 'like
were do u want them sir'" he said in his most puffy voice, while throwing
his hand in the air. "I tell you he was looking at me funny, I should have
kicked the shit out of that ass licking..." he went on for like ever dissing
gay's, I just sank deeper and deeper into my seat feeling worse and worse.
God it's like he was never going to stop, I had to cut him off.

"Dad were are we going?" I asked as he rambled on.

"If a gay guy ever comes on to you son just beat the crap outta him..."
he didn't even noticed my question.

"Dad?" I asked trying to get his attention.

"Yeah you make them bleed son, you show them who's boss..." for
crying out loud.

"DAD!" I shouted.

"You say something Josh?" at last.

"Were are we going?"

"Just to the beach and maybe some shopping, and to check out the girls"
he added a howl on the end of that to accentuate the 'girls' part, o happy
day. We drove to the beach and parked the car and walked down to the
sand. We sat there on the scalding hot sand for a few minutes in silence,
before he started to talk. We chatted about this and that, stuff we have
done and seem and generally caught up, of course I wasn't in it fully. I
couldn't tell him I was gay now, he totally hated gay people he has said
the many time over and over again. Every so often he would shout out
something like 'look at that hot chick' or 'look at that fudge packer', with
each comment I would feel worse and worse.

"Happy birthday sport" my dad totally surprised me, he pulled out small
box and handed it to me. Inside was 2 chain's with a half a heart on each,
when placed together it read 'forever mine', how sweet.

"Thanx dad" I said giving him a quick 'not to long to be called a Homo'
hug.

"What you do is you keep one and give your girlfriend the other" well
duh!

"Yeah dad I know" his pager beeped.

"Shit sorry sport but I have to cut this short, Bamby wants me. I know,
why don't you come and meet her?" o why me I asked god.

"Sure why not" about 20 minutes later we pulled at the hotel and was
dragged upstairs to the luxury suit, now all I could say was wow, we
walked in and I swear this room was bigger than our whole house, it was
huge. And like everything was either marble or gold. And look at that in
the middle of the room a life size Barbie doll, how sweet. I got the scare
of my life when it started to move. Who wouldn't she looked like she was
made of total plastic, her boob's looked as big as 2 watermelons, and her
lips looked like she had been punched in them they were so swollen. And
I swear she was more like an hourglass than an hourglass. She wore a
skin-tight low cut red dress revealing her...ewww...ample breasts. And a
pair of stiletto heals, her curly blond hair hung down over her breasts and
I swear to god that she wore way more makeup than a clown did, and
how fucking long were those eyelashes? Goddamn she was a mess. My
dad walked over and gave her a kiss on the lips (god knows why, he
could have kissed her from the door and still have reached...hehehehe),
than she looked in my direction.

"Awwwwww look at him he's soooo cute and look's like my widdle
hubby wubby kin's, hahahahahahaha" oh my god, that voice it sounded
like nails on a chalkboard, and that laugh it sounded like a machinegun.
AHHHH! I've been hit! I'm dying...hehehehehe well I was dying, dying
not to laugh out loud at Bambie. This was when I thank god I was gay.
She started heading in my direction, but I noticed that she could hardly
walk, as the dress was so tight that it was locking her knees together. I
backed up against the wall as she drew nearer, and braced for the impact.
She grabbed my face and kissed me all over. Than forced me head into
the neither region...her cleavage. While she hugged me my face was been
squished between these two huge tits, ick! I couldn't escape either, she
held me there with her hand as I tried to struggle free.

"Mmmm mummy mnnnnmmm iii mmmm" I said, well actually it was
supposed to be 'Get off me you stupid cow, I can't breath' but came out as
a mumble.

"Awwwwww did you hear that, he called me mommy, I'll be your
mommy Joshy poop, hahahahahahahah" god no, that laugh again I
cringed as she hugged me tighter swinging me from side to side and
forcing me further into her cleavage.

"Mmmmmmm mmm mmmm mmmm mmmmmmmmmmm" I said the
translation was 'not on your life, and get off me I really can't breath'. I
started to really struggle and started to push against her boobies, finally
she let go and I flew back against the wall gasping for air, my face red
and covered in sweat.

"Did you like that sport?" my dad said while chuckling to himself. "Now
Bambie what did you want?" Bambie looked up at the mention of her
name and headed for my dad. They talked while I looked around the
room; I found the little fridge they had in there and decided to ram raid it.
I opened it up to find everything I could ever want, crisps and chocolate
and last but not least, alcohol. I stuffed everything in to my pockets
including the macadamia nuts, even though I don't like them, I left that
fridge bare. I knew it would cost a fortune but HA! I had just closed the
fridge door when my dad came up behind me, causing me to jump and all
the bottles I was carrying to jingle, I almost shit myself.

"What was that noise? Anyway I'm gonna take you home now ok?
Bambie wants me to take her dancing" what? I know I didn't really want
to be with him but I felt rejected at that point, it was supposed to be just
him and me today, bummer.

"Ok" we ended up in the car heading towards my home that weird eerie
silence filled the car. I looked at the scenery, it was beautiful, the sun was
setting and the sky was an amazing pink. It was truly beautiful.

"Do you like her?" my dad asked.

"She's ok" I lied, I totally hated her.

"Good cause I'm going to marry her" what? No!

"Oh" was all I could manage to say, the car went quiet again and we
arrived at home in no time. I solemnly walked into the house with my dad
following. It was just like how I left it, like every one was still in the
same positions; I walked over to my mom and gave her a hug whispering
into her ear.

"She holds nothing on you mom, your way more pretty" my
mom smiled and hugged me a little bit tighter.

"What are you doing home this early? i thought you boys were having a
'day' of fun" my auntie asked

"Well Bambie needs me, speaking of which I should be going" my dad
motioned to give me a hug but I held on to my mom and just looked at
him. After a few minutes he gave up and walked out the door without
saying goodbye. I felt mean but he dumped me so it quickly vanished.

"I wouldn't let them leave Joshua, I knew you might be late but I also new
you would want to talk to them" my auntie said.

"Talk to who?" I asked while looking around to see if I could see anyone.

"Upstairs in your room, good luck" she yelled the good luck part to me as
I bounded up the stirs to my room. I flung open the door to my bedroom
too see who my auntie was talking about.

"Hi" they said in unison, I was so happy and thrilled, thank you lord.

End of part 15.