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Chapter 7.
When we were inside the house, it just hit me. I wasn't sure if I could ever feel comfortable in this house, a place for the very rich, the chics, not underclass blokes of my kind, beautiful, but clinical and cold. David could see I was not impressed, and somehow, I knew he understood why. He was busy opening all the windows while I was sulking. The only thing I liked about the house, the garden, full of plants and trees I couldn't name, providing lovely shades and breezes.
"A bit over the top, eh? Mother has a tendency of showing off her wealth. With the helps of her gangs of House & Garden or Vogue Living interior decorators, who were good in appealing to her ego, to achieve the highest degree of ostentation, and to fatten their bank accounts"
"I rather prefer that cozy little house of yours in Paddington"
"Just for short term measure, we could find another place within a few months time"
"I don't want to put you through too much trouble, I'm happy just being with you, I shall live here as long as you want me to"
"Thank you Josh, let me show you the rest of the house"
We toured from room to room, carpet, central heating, every room with its own bathroom and toilet, yeah, en-suites, etc, etc, etc. Furnitures were polished, leather this, leather that. You wouldn't want to put your dirty arses on them. Wide screen TV, Hi-Fi piped from room to room. Kitchen as those pictured in women's magazines. David took with him my Nike bag, he started unpacking for me. My few outfits looked pathetic when he put them on the hangers in the walk-in wardrobe, bigger than our lounge room back home in Queensland. Then he saw my little radio.
"You won't need this anymore, you could use the control to pipe music and radio into every room"
"That little radio was the only connection for us to the outside world back home, me and my sister were not game enough to watch TV when our old man was at home. So we usually locked ourselves in our bed room, which we shared, and listened to that radio, a bit of sentimental value"
"Sure, I'll put it next to your bed" then he was holding the family photo and inspected it carefully. "You sister was very pretty, and your mother as well, you father looked happy in this photo. When was it taken?"
"When I was ten, we were holidaying at Rockhampton, my grands' farm, you didn't comment on how I looked" Faked my upset, girlie stuff, shit, wouldn't repeat this performance again.
"Oh, I think the present you is lots better, by the way, you never told me your family name" I walked up to him and kissed him, felt my lump rubbed against his, "mom Judy Winters, sister Jenny, old man Shane Biggs, yours truly Josh Biggs"
"English, eh. I'll show you the small cottage at the back where I think your mother would like, so, follow me, Mr. Big"
"Yeah, you like that big one of mine, don't you" he blushed again. No more trash talk, I made a mental note.
The cottage situated right at the back of the garden, totally self contained with a proper bedroom and bathroom, cozy living area, and an eat-in kitchen, air conditioned, TV, Hi-Fi, the usual items, "it was to be used as sleep out area for teenage kids of our guests" he explained. I was sure Mom would like this cottage, but I had other ideas.
"Could we take the cottage and let Mom have the main house?" He was surprised by my request, hestitated for a few seconds, "Sure, if that's what you want" He had to shift my belongings once more.
I would never get tired of Chan's Chinese cookings. Those prawn crackers were winners. Fry Rice and Spring Rolls tasted 10 times better than the Chinese tuckers back home.
"What did your father do before he turned to alcohol?"
"Turned into an alcoholic? He used to work on the wharf as a container crane driver, earned good money, we were well provided, and our house in Brisbane comprised of 4 large bed rooms. Then the drinking started, he was late to work on many occasions, and had several near fatal accidents while he was operating the crane, even his union boss told him he had to go. When he got sacked, the stevedore company gave him a good payout, which all went to the local pubs. Things went downhill after we had to sell our house in Brisbane and moved to Acacia Ridge, a small industrial town, into a small 2 bedroom house provided by the housing commission. Mom kept giving him excuses, saying it must had been triggered by the sudden death of our grands, who were killed during a road accident. I could look pass his alcohol abuse, but not the rape of my sis, and, and...her suicide" I felt like crying again. He put his arm around me, "shhhhh.., its Okay, lets talk about this some other time"
We had a quiet night. We cuddled together, he put his arms around me, my back to his front, I felt safe, comfortable, warm, the air conditioning humming at the background. We were just exploring each other, touching each other, he lightly run his fingers over my back, sent a shiver down my spine, licked me behind my ears, sent another shiver down my spine, his cock wedged between my legs, he made no attempt to penetrate, he held my hardon in his palm, angry bird trying to set itself free. We were exhausted by the events since Sunday morning. I slowly run my fingers over the hairs on his forearms, licked his finger tips, sucked them in one by one. Reached down to circle the tip of his cock with my fingers. He then turned me around, "let me look at you" I could only make out his eye brows, eye lashes, and the ridge of his nose, dark in here. But I sensed that he was staring at me. I took in the scent generated from his body, how a man should smell like. His cock now sliding under my balls, mine poking at his belly. Pubic hairs mingled. He licked my lips, run his tongue oustside of my teeth, we were breathing the same air, loved that minty breath. Our fingers locked, my lips pressed hard against his. If there's a paradise on earth, we were in it.
"I should thank your father" he whispered.
"Why?"
"If it was not for him, you wouldn't have turned up in Sydney. Meeting you is the best thing in my life, and I wouldn't trade you for anything else in the world" What more could I say!
We drifted into deep sleep, and woken up by the noise of the alarm. He rushed into the bathroom to have a piss, and I headed straight to the shower. While we were washing each other, I started pissing on him. The surprise look on his face worth a million. I learned this from Glenn at the boarding house, golden shower he said. His cock stayed hard all night, and it got harder now. When the piss stopped, he grabbed my cock and started pumping it in earnest, next he knelt on the shower floor and took it into his mouth. He was doing much better, managed to avoid scraping me, and I tried not to choke him this time. Felt his finger pushing into me, the pleasure was unbearable. He used the finger as a lever to forced me deeper into his mouth, when I felt the second finger, I was close. My skin was all tingled from the sprays of the shower, I pushed into his mouth to the hilt, until his nose buried in my pubic hairs. When the third finger was in, I was lost, felt the tightness of his throat, the dam was bursting. When he finished swallowing, he stood up and kissed me, tasted my own cum. "Wow, that was plentiful", "you complain too much". Time to reward his hard work.
When my breath recovered, I started to massage his cock a little bit, used the soap to work up some suds, turned around, directed the head towards my opening. I then backed myself onto it, oh, that monster. Inch by inch, bit by bit, I took deep breath, took my time, counted the seconds, the minutes. Buttock felt his pubic hair, then he decided its time to get going. This shower was much larger than the one in Paddington, room for him to steer me around, my legs spreaded, my hands stretched out onto the wall, ram. I almost screamed in pain, but I held my ground, took it like a man. Would I ever get used to that monster of his? The worst would soon be over, yes, soon. We were breathing and groaning in unison. He was frantic, basic instinct took over civility. No please, no thank you, no more waiting in the queue. Let me in, let me fuck you, let me come in you, now, yes, now. When he discharged his sperm into me, I was pleased. For being able to repay his love and kindness, and, of course, the pain was over. Next time I'll only let him fuck me before I reached my orgasm, one must leared from his mistake. Experience.
I jumped in pain when I tried to sit down onto the bar stool next to the breakfast bench top. He was busy preparing breakfast, didn't see my reaction. Gritted my teeth, suffered like a man. Gingerly I sat down. We ate our breakfast in silence, exhausted.
"When are you planning to go home and talk to your mother?" All those questions.
"I'll ring the Greyhound today, I think the earliest I'll be able to get on an express is tomorrow afternoon and be in Brisbane Thursday morning, then stay overnight in Brisbane before taking a local coach to Acacia Ridge first thing Friday. I don't want to get there in the afternoon, mom won't be able to see me as the old man would be up by then. Morning is the safest time to see mom while the old man is still in bed"
"Nonsense, I'll buy you a plane ticket on the first available flight tomorrow morning, and organised a hire car to Acacia Ridge straight through"
"I don't want you to spend your hard earned money, besides, I've never flied on a plane before, won't know where to start"
"I don't know exactly what I worth, the 15% holdings I have in the family trust, with all those income being re-invested over the years and well looked after by the board of trustees, in their millions for sure. And if I want to, I can have access to all of them right now. So, be practical, I don't want you to stay away any longer than necessary, I don't want you out of my sight any longer than necessary, I'm already feeling sad by the thought of your going away"
"Brother David, you are a smooth talker"
"It's a Yes then" Could I ever refuse this man?
"Do you have any I.D. cards, driver's license, Medicare Card Etc?"
"Yes, I got my license since I was 17, not much driving experience though, couldn't afford a car"
"Great, what about your mom?"
"Oh, she always keep her license current, even though we sold the family car few years back"
He went over to the main building to make use of the computer. He returned 30 minutes later with several pages in his hand.
"This is the E-ticket for your return flights. You are leaving 5 a.m. tomorrow morning, in Brisbane by 6:15 and a chauffer driven hire car will be waiting at the airport to take you to Acadia Ridge. I guess your mother might need some convincing to leave your father, so I booked a motel in Acacia Ridge for your overnight stay, a 4 stars only, nothing over 4 stars in Acadia Ridge, I'm afraid. Then you will return to Brisbane and fly back here by Thursday afternoon. I'll meet you, and your mother, if she agrees to come with you, at the Airport. Here's another oneway E-ticket booked in the name of you mother, same flight as yours into Sydney. If she refuses to leave, I could cancel that ticket later on. But if she decides to come with you, make sure she carry with her the driver's license and any I.D. cards she might have. These E-Tickets require I.D. check as the Airline check-in. I'll need to go back to church office in a minute to tidy up some business, and I shall be back by 4 this afternoon. Promise me you will not run away" No way Jose. "I promise"
Tomorrow? Tomorrow? Angry bird flying.
To be continued.....