The tension was killing me. My mom was about to kill me. She opened her mouth to talk, but I didn't hear what she was saying. I knew it was bad though.
"Zequin...Zequin...did you hear me!" mom screamed.
"What?" I said, suddenly snapping out of my daze. "What happened?"
"I got a phone call this morning," my mom began.
"Thank God," I thought. "Oh..." I said out loud, unsure of what to make of it.
"Do you know who it was from?"
"No..." I answered nervously.
"It was from a woman named Sylvia Chen. She called from Hawaii."
"That's where Yecheng's dad is vacationing!" I blurted out loud, extremely relieved that it wasn't about our sex.
"Yes...it is. Sylvia, as it turns out, is his dad's wife..."
"Really..."
"She called to tell me that...Yecheng's dad just died this morning of a liver and heart malfunction. The doctors aren't sure exactly how it happened, but believe strongly that it was because he was drinking too much...all that drinking...all that alcohol...it killed him."
"What?" I said, shocked. "Is that why you were sad this whole time, mom?" Mom nodded. I thought that I was going to be relieved...I thought that I was going to be happy that mom didn't find out about our affair. But this was worse...much worse.
"What's going to happen to him? What's he gonna do?" I asked.
"I don't know..." my mom replied. "It must be horrible for him...to lose both his parents before he even grows up. I don't have the heart to tell him."
"I don't either," I said, tearing. "He'd be sad, but he wouldn't be crushed or devastated."
"What do you mean?" my mom asked.
"His dad is a drunken pedophile who wastes his money on whores and crack!" I yelled.
"Zequin..."
"His dad abuses him...beats the shit out of him everyday. You think Yecheng would be crushed once he found out his dad died?"
I held my mom tightly...the first time I'd hugged her in many years. It was then, as I stood in her embrace, that my mom told me all the graphic details of the phone call, from the autopsy to when the funeral was to be held...I felt so lucky...so lucky that both my parents were still alive and well. It gave me a sudden sense of appreciation for everything that life meant to me...a sense that would go away within a couple of minutes. "I'll tell him," I finally managed.
"Thank you," my mom said.
After a few minutes, Yecheng came in.
"Something wrong?" he asked in a rather casual tone. He looked at us. Both of our eyes were filled with such sadness. He must've known something was wrong.
"Zequin...ayi(what chinese kids call females of the previous generation)...are you guys okay?" he said, concerned.
"We're fine," my mom whispered, before leaving the room.
"Did something happen?" he asked, genuinely worried about me and my mom. I put an arm around him. I felt like crying...I was really sad and felt extremely sorry for him. The kid was fourteen years old and already had to deal with an abusive, alcoholic father and the death of both of his parents. If it were me, I would've killed myself a long time ago, having grown up in a much easier and more conventional environment. But I knew I shouldn't cry. I knew that soon, he would be the one breaking down into tears. He would be the one needing moral and emotional support...the last thing he needed was to hold on to another crybaby as his life was falling apart.
I took him to my room and sat him down on the bed.
"Cheer up. You can tell me, man," he whispered softly. "It's okay...you know you could tell me anything. Just remember that I love you no matter what. I'll be by your side to support and encourage you if anything happens." I looked him in the eye...at this point, he wasn't devastated...just genuinely concerned for me...as though something bad had happened to me or one of my loved ones. I felt my tears beginning to build up. I
"Yecheng," I began..."My mom got a call this morning...from Hawaii..."
His eyes bulged out and his breathing quickened. "Hawaii?"
"Yeah...it was from your dad's girlfriend. She called to ask you...ask you if you wanted to attend your dad's funeral."
"What?" he yelled, his voice cracking up. "What...what happened to my dad?"
"He drank himself to death." I said as I placed my arm around him...I could tell he was crying at this point because he was shaking.
"Why...why'd you leave me, you cracked up, abusive bastard!" he yelled as his sobs overcame him. "You'd beat the shit out of me everyday and then...then...you just die like that!?"
"He did love you," I whispered. "He only beat you because he was drunk and he didn't know what he was doing. He loved your mom more than anything in the world. When she died, he couldn't take it...so he started drinking."
"How do you know?" he asked.
"His girlfriend said so," I said.
"That's bullshit! He didn't give a fuck about me!" he cried.
"What?"
"I was always the one who got beaten...not his other son or his whore! I was always the one he'd take his anger out on! But my brother and his mom? They were always the ones who my dad bought stuff for. They were always the ones who my dad would encourage when they were down and the ones who my dad would love and support, even when he was drunk! They were always the ones who my dad brought on vacations and big events. He saved all the shit for me! They were the ones who my dad gave a shit about!" Having said that, he broke down into tears and sobs and cried in my arms for about the next five minutes...until his sobs began to scatter. I was really pissed of at that point. What kind of father treats their son like that? I couldn't imagine my dad coming home drunk everyday and beating the shit out of me. Yecheng was right! His dad was an abusive crackhead! Soon, the entire house was dark...mom had already fallen asleep. Yecheng was still crying...but more softly and less violently.
As I was holding him, I began to feel that urge again...that lustful urge. "It's okay..." I whispered as I ran my hands down his body and into his shirt. I grabbed his left nipple and started squeezing it. He moaned softly. My hands started getting lower and lower...then I stripped his shirt off before undoing my own t-shirt.
I started licking his left nipple...then his right. It didn't take very long for both of us to get really horny. I undid my shorts and slowly pulled off his. Soon, we were both completely naked in my bed. I started to softly rub his penis as he held onto me. Then, I crept under the covers and started blowing him...he moaned in ecstasy as the pleasure that I was causing him was just too much for him to bear. Then, I couldn't take it anymore. I turned him over and shoved my hard penis up his ass. My head was spinning out of control...his hole was so tight and so warm. Just the thought of having sex with him brought me great pleasure...I loved him. I truly loved him. Soon, we both reached the point of orgasm. I held onto him and felt a dizzying comfort as I blew five loads of hot cum into his ass. It didn't take me long to realize that he, too, had come onto the bed. We held each other as we slept that night. I gently kissed him on the lips and he kissed back. For about the next fifteen minutes, the two of us made out passionately and our lips were glued together as we fell asleep.
"I love you so much," I whispered. "Cheer up..."
"I love you, too," he whispered back.
Hours Later...
Wang Tiangang walked into his home that night. He was absolutely exhausted, after a long day from work. He set down his briefcase and hung his coat onto the coat rack at the entrance. He hoped that his wife hadn't fallen asleep yet...the last thing he wanted to do was to wake her up. She had fallen asleep, however, much to his disappointment. He looked at himself in the mirror...he still looked young and handsome, almost as good as the eighteen year old he was when he first got married. Unfortunately, his wife, though not particularly ugly, was no longer that beautiful goddess that every guy at school drooled over, having survived a terminal illness and two miscarriages throughout their rough marriage. Remnants of her faded beauty were still visible in Zequin, his son, but it saddened him to know that his wife would never again be as beautiful as she once was.
Tiangang hated himself. He hated himself for being unsupportive of his family...for never being there when they needed him the most. He would always use his busy job as an excuse. The truth was he was anything but faithful to his wife. When his wife was dying in the hospital room years ago, he was on a "government-forced business trip" to Paris, in bed with somebody else. He has tried valiantly, for years, to limit his sexual activities to those with his wife, but was ultimately defeated by his temptations time after time after time. The truth is he wasn't happy. He didn't truly love his wife. He had definitely grown very fond of her over the years and had tried to force himself to love her many times...but couldn't. The person he truly loved was resented by the rest of his family...and for a very special reason.
As he approached the bathroom, he was surprised to find that the door to his son's bedroom wasn't locked. Perhaps he forgot to lock it. Tiangang took the knob and turned it slightly so that he could check in on his son. Zequin was asleep in his bed, naked on every part of his body not covered up by the bed sheet...Yecheng in his arms.
"What's this?" Tiangang whispered to himself. "Is Yecheng and my son..." Tiangang wasn't overly shocked. He just sighed as his suspicions were confirmed. He closed the door and thought back to the events of his own life. He sympathized for his son. He knew that the philosophy-dominated society of China would eventually tear Zequin and his lover apart, just as it had done to Tiangang and his love years ago. Tiangang hated how people were judged based on their sexualities. Zequin had an awesome personality and was loved by everybody. Yecheng was very hard-working and very kind. Yet, society would exile them if they discovered their love affair the same way it rejected and abused Tiangang years ago...