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This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual people or events is purely coincidental.
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Chapter 5.
We sat on his double sitter sofa, watched the remaining football game on the tele. I rested my head on his lap, lying sideway with my legs dangling outside the hand rest of the sofa, closed my eyes, feeling his finger tracing my profile. Suddenly I was at Central Station seeing my sister off. I was waving goodbye while she poked her head out of the rail carriage window shouting "bye, love, look after yourself and mom, bye", I didn't know her destination, I had a feeling that it was a long trip somewhere, I just felt very sad, with tears coming down my cheeks, "bye, Jenny, bye". Then the rail rolled off into the thick fog soundlessly, disappeared. I was running and shouting "Jenny, wait, Jenny, wait"
"Josh, wake up, you were having a bad dream"
My head was still on his lap, felt the wet patch on his trousers. I told him about my dream. He brushed the tears off my cheeks, bent over and kissed me, "Its normal to have dream like this, Josh, its part of grieving process, and there will be similar episodes in future, and I'll help you to get through this"
Its getting really dark in here, except the light from the tele flickering about. "Its getting dark, I better turn the light on", I was reluctant to let go of him. This must be a mean parish, the bulb was a dim little thing.
"Shall we get some Chinese for dinner tonight? I'm not much of a cook, I always have people to prepare meals for me, at home, at school, at college. That scrambled eggs is my one and only specialty, besides, there's nothing in my fridge"
"Chinese sounds good"
"Name your dishes"
"I only know fry rice and spring roll" we hardly ever ate out, if we did, burgers and chips.
He dialed and ordered. I couldn't make out what they were.
"You must be a regular"
"You bet, Chan the owner always put in some extras for me, he was surprised because of the bigger than usual order and asked if I have a date"
"And?"
"I said "he is yummy, just like your food, Chan", he giggled. Everybody around this area know Chan is gay, and he openly flirts with me everytime I go there"
"I'll get jealous if you don't behave, brother" I was dead serious.
After he went to pick the order up, I looked around his house. There's one picture next to the bedside attracted my attention. Him wearing one of those University graduation hat, don't know what it's called, with a thin and smartly dressed woman and a man in suite who looked like an older David. His parents, no doubt, handsome couple produced handsome son.
"My mother's name is Dana, from the Daly family. Old Irish money" I was startled, didn't hear him entering, "my father Warren Berg, German origin, his success owes a great deal to my mother's financial support, that's why mother has a controlling share in all of his dealings. You know that big building on top of the Kings Cross tunnel? That's just a small part of our family financial portfolio, eh, estate"
"And you have 15% of all that? worths millions just that building alone, you must be the richest priest in Australia"
"You keep your hands off my money, no gold digger here"
"I rather be a digger of your golden arse"
"Chan was commenting on how happy I looked tonight, he said "Brother Dave, you are glowing tonight, he must be good", then more giggles, Chan is a funny guy"
Had no idea what each dish was, except the main ingredients, chicken, prawn, vegie, beef, etc. they were all delicious, and I was hungry, sex improved my appetite.
"Slow down, you could have my share if you want to, no need to choke yourself to death"
No washing up this time, and I wanted to go to bed early, not a minute too soon.
"Could I use your tooth brush?" "Sure, please do" Then from the corner of my eyes, I saw him putting away something into his bedside drawer. "Whats that stuff you puting away?"
He blushed, "Oh, just some lubricant I picked up from the chemist on my way to Chan's Restaurant"
"Planning some orgy tonight?"
"As a matter of fact, yes" Not a minute too soon.
We were facing each other in bed, loved his minty breath. It was his turn to explore my body. My cock throbbed in his hand, my nipples got hard between his fingers, my lips couldn't get enough of his kisses. My skin tingled when he caressed me. Stimulating, erotic, every part of my body was responsive to his touch, so much pleasure, too much. My pubic hairs were pulled gently, my balls were weighted in his hand, my tight little opening were rubbed, him a fast learner. He then put his finger in my mouth, after lubricated, it went back down, pushed against the opening, until my ring gave way. Inch by inch, all in, the slow rotation, I groaned. "You want me to stop?" "NO!". That inner spot became the centre of all my senses, my whole being dependent on it. He pulled out his finger slowly, I groaned in protest. He rolled me onto my stomach, felt his chest hairs rubbing against my shoulders, my legs were pushed apart by his, he cock finding target. Pay back time, not a minute too soon. He gently nuzzled my hairs, my neck, my shoulders. I heard the opening of drawer, good thinking. He rolled away from me, cold air rushed between us. I groaned in protest. Felt cold jelly smeared around the opening, finger pushing, rubbing, pushing. More rotation. I groaned. Then felt the second finger. Then the slow pull out. Came the body weight, I was covered once again by his warm body. He whispered "do you want me to?" A pay back question! "Yes please". Something blunt found its target this time, I tried to relax, not to fight it. The ring eventually gave way, sharp, sharp pain, I groaned louder. "You want me to stop" "NO!" The worst was over, if I emembered correctly, thank you Creep, you taught me well. Inch by inch, inch by inch, 3..4..5..6..7, felt the pubic hair scratching my buttocks, I was stuffed to the limit. "Oh Josh, oh Josh", followed by the relentless pounding. Sounds, smells, pushing in, pulling out, down, up, in, out, down, up. Rolling, rocking, groaning, then came the inevitable, inescapable ending. I felt him went all rigid on my back, I used every strength in me to tighten ring muscle, I wanted it to be unforgettable, for him, for me, for us. I squeezed his cock with all my might, the hot lava nailed its target, my inner spot, he was shouting out loud. I responded by ejeculated between my belly and the sheet. Silence punctuated with rapid and shallow breathings. We were one.
While he was snoring gently next to me, I couldn't sleep.
Too perfect, too wonderful, could this be possible? I was so used to bad things in life. Yet on the day I received the news of my sister's death, came this most unexpected change of life event. So man good things happened within the scope of 24 hours? So perfect, but why me?
Voice said "take the plunge, Josh, unless you take the risk, you'll never find out", too late to worry about all that craps, I'll think about all that tomorrow.
I went into a dreamless sleep.
To be continued.....