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Chapter 11
When David opened the door, our anxious faces looked up. "Well?" "Hmmmm, as expected, not too pleasant" He sat down, Mom made him a cuppa, we were waiting.
"As I told you, she took the news of my resigning from my church duty as the best come out of this side of the world ever. Then when I told them I want them to transfer my interest from the family trust into my control, the usual argument that I am inexperience, lack business sense, perhaps just to wait a few more years so my father can train me etc.etc., and since both of them are majority stake holders, they have the authority to rejcect my request. Then when I told them I have consulted my solicitors Gershwin & Gershwin about the legality of my request, that's the end of the battle"
"Did you tell them about us?"
'Yes, I did. I don't want to hide our relationship from them, I love you both, you are part of my life. I know this will not meet their approval, they always think my homosexuality just a trasitional phase of teenage confusion, and I'll eventually grow out of it. Their wish is for me to find a good girl from a rich or famous family, preferably rich and famous, marry her, have kids, carry on with our family name and build more wealth, but it is not going to happen"
"So, what's their reaction when you told them about us?" I didn't want to know.
"One word, ugly. It must be the first time I saw Mother got angry, at first they just tried to reason with me, telling me you are just a gold digger, most likely untrustworthy, god knows what unspeakable crimes you might have committed without me knowing, my future WILL be ruined by association with such low life, on and on they went. Until I told them to shut the fuck up, pardon my expression, Judy"
"Don't mind me, David, I've heard worst from Josh's father" His face was all red, first time heard him used the word Fuck, not even when we were actually doing it.
"They started telling me how this could ruin OUR family name, OUR social standing, they WILL not be able to face their friends and business associates, what about your religious believes? the church? the list goes on, it was all about THEM. I told them it's my decision, and it's final, I'm happy and I will live with it, and as for my religious duty, remember my resignation? I have nothing more to say on the matter"
"They then changed tack, told me to take a bit more time to consider the ramification of such action, and we should sit down and talk about it more. Mother made a strategic retreat, put on her best smile, apologised for making hasty judgement on your characters without first meeting you, that she was totally out of order and being so unfair, and she came up with a nice little sinister suggestion, said "Why don't you ask your friend and his mother to join us for lunch this Sunday? At least give us a chance to find out a bit more about them before we go gung-ho on you. Bring them to meet their in-laws" Oh, she was good, that cunning bitch.
"You don't have to go, Josh, nothing they could do to me, not financially, not legally, they could take my name out of their will, but I still have my 15%, and I think her real purpose in meeting you is to find some faults and use them against you"
"I know, David, but I love the challenge, besides, we are in-laws. Are you up to this Mom?" I ran away from home once, I lost my sister. I was not about to run away again and lose the only person I love. No more running, no more coward. Comrade in arms, she nodded. I noticed David had a little smile on his face, he was enjoying this, bastard.
"All set then, I'll call her back to confirm lunch on sunday"
That night, I asked him "What did you tell her about my previous life?" "I said you worked as an escort" "Yeah, escort my arse, did she asked about my family?" "Nope"
Our love making that night was more violent. I whispered into his ear "I love the way you said fuck today, say it again" "fuck" "fuck what?" "fuck me" I rode him with full mighty force, I directed my anger towards him. I took it out on him. No, not his fault. It was that bitch who wanted to take away the most important thing in my life. I pushed harder, penetrated deeper. He understood, he gave himself up to me, completely, accepted my anger without grudges, he wanted to please me, pacify me. When the ejaculation subsided, cock pulled out, he turned over facing me, touched my face, "happy now?" "yes, thank you" "my turn then" Mistake second time. Never get fucked after coming! He wispered into my ears "say it", "fuck me" "good boy". He was gentle, my arse was relaxed after coming, although the prostate was very senitive to the pressure of his thick cock. When he finally came, I didn't really want to let go, loved that feeling of fullness. Before I fell asleep, I thought about the coming Sunday, Oh, bloody fucking Sunday.
Mom spent all Saturday tyring to decide what to wear. Typical. Me, Rip Curl T-shirt and jeans, youthful, spunky! She eventually decided to put on that black dress. "We are not going to a funeral mom" She didn't bother to reply.
We arrived at his parents' Point Piper home, no, their Point Piper Mansion, at noon. Wrought iron gates, manicured hedges, couldn't see the house from outside the gates. David pushed his remote, we entered the very rich world of the Bergs. After we turned the corner, a fucking huge 3 storeys mansion appeared in front of our eyes. Blue water over the edge of the garden, Sydney harbor on a glorious Sunday, the Bridge, the Opera House, the lots. Old money alright. Got into the round about with a fountain in the centre, our car stopped in front of the house. A uniformed servant appeared out of nowhere and opened the car for David and my mom, I had to let myself out, discrimination. Front doors, the size of church doors, opened by another uniformed servant, wondered how many bloody domestic helps the Bergs got. Then, the hostess decended from the sweeping staircases, in an expensive looking white dress, walked up to David and got a kiss on her cheek, "Hello mother, let me introduce, my mother Dana, Judy, Josh's mother, and Josh, my partner" Wow, a very provocative introduction. Dana didn't blink. She extended her hand to my mother, long fingers with red red nail polish, ready to claw my eyes out! Poor mother, she looked more like a domestic help for the house, here to serve lunch. Me, a pool boy perhaps, to serve my arse, get screwed by the Bergs.
"Oh, here comes my father, Warren" same introduction, when David mentioned the word "partner", that bastard Warren grabbed my hand and put the squeeze on. No worry, took it like a man.
"It's such a lovely day, I've organised to set the lunch table right next to the pool, I hope you don't mind" Phony bitch. We followed her towards a large patio, with an 25 meter pool right at the centre. The table was under the balcony awning, silver everything, flowers, napkins, to intimidate us , no doubt. Fun time ahead, no doubt.
"Drinks? What would you like, Judy? Cocktail? Red? White?"
"No, I don't touch alcohol, a lemonade please"
"Oh, yes, that business with your husband, I forgot"
Wait a minute, if David didn't tell her anything about my family, how the hell she knew about my old man's alcohol problem? that super bitch used a private dick to check us out! That cunt. David was busy talking to his old man, missed the conversation. I ordered my Coke.
"Well, what brought you to Sydney, Josh?" Warren asked.
"To find work" To lose my cherry, Warren.
"So, what sort of work are you doing now?" Good one, let the game begin.
"Oh, I'm not working at the moment, David supports me. But I used to be a male prostitute working along Darlinghurst Road" Subtlety not one of my redeeming features, unfortunately. Mother was pleading with her eyes, David went quiet, the Bergs, smirks on their faces.
"But you see, I considered myself a social worker, I used to get a lot of husbands and boyfriends telling me that I'd saved their marriages and relationships, if it was not for our services, they would have left their wives and girlfriends ages ago, as they no longer found their spouses physically attractive, and of course they were unable to suppress their homosexual urges any longer" I paused for the effect "Then, I met David, the rest is history" The smirks disappeared. Round one. Lets called it a draw.
To be continued......