Exclaimer: I had found another writer who has an interesting story to tell. His story touches my soul and at the same time made inspired a few of my issues. I am proud to introduce the kind and simple Stigma82. Thanks for allowing me to re-post this article in my blog.
(Part 1 of 5) Written and Publish on Sep 9 2005, 12:08 PM
To my dearest mom for everything. I love you.
Would I be standing here
After all these years
Among the stars above
Maybe not, if it wasn't for your love
Smiling faces all around
Like when a king that has just been crowned
A battle has been won
That I'd have lost
If it wasn't for your love
A fairy tale unfolds
More true than stories I've been told
At last my chance to shine
And all in perfect time
The life I once dreamed of
Who'd have thought
If it wasn't for your love
And oh the wonderful surprise
To have a light so bright it blinds my eyes
And finally I see, how it feels to live a dream
But would I have touched the sky
Ever flown so high
No not i, if it wasn't for your love
Heather Headley : If It wasn't for your love
I closed the door gingerly, careful not to let the jingle of the keys rouse Wayne's parents. My eyes peered into the darkness of the living room and I was immediately reassured by the emptiness of the house.
They are out for dinner. Thank God.
Without wasting a minute, I dragged my tired body as fast as I could to my room, picked up a new set of clothes and headed straight to the bathroom to ease the fatigue gathered from today's hectic work. Fearing that I would bump into Wayne's parents, I quickly showered and rushed straight to the comforting privacy of my room. I dried my hair with the towel and propped myself on the bed, massaging my aching muscles. I dimmed the light from the table lamp and closed my eyes.
My mind silently whispered, "This is only going to be for a week. I can do it for both Wayne and my sake."
Just when my eyes were on the verge of closing, the creaking sound of the door woke me up. I recognized Wayne's familiar voice and he sounded a little frustrated, "Mom and Dad, you know I am not going to talk to you about this. I know it is hard for you to accept Alvin but I am already 35. I am old enough to know what I want."
Wayne's mom cried, "Can't you change for us? You are the eldest and I expect you to be more sensible. I thought you were only confused for a period but now it seems you are very serious with that guy."
Wayne groaned, "It's been five years now. Haven't you given up? I thought the two of you had understood us. You know, I was initially against the idea of the four of us bunking together but Alvin pleaded me to do it. He doesn't want the two of you to stay in a hotel. The hostile way you treated him at dinner yesterday was really uncalled for."
"Wayne, how can you talk to us in this manner? We are your parents! We naturally want what is good for you." The anger in Wayne's father was blatant in his inflection.
There was a pregnant silence and it was defused abruptly by Wayne. "I can give in to you on anything but in matters that concern my personal happiness, I am sorry. I love the two of you all and I know it hurts to have a homosexual for a son, but this is who I am. I am happy about who I am."
A shuffle of footsteps followed. Wayne's dad called out, "Where do you think you are going?"
Wayne replied, "I am going to Alvin's room to sleep tonight. I think I really need him after all this angry talk. By the way, he paid for the air-con in the guest-room for the two of you to have a nice stay. I don't think he deserves any of the nasty things you said to me in the lift."
Just before Wayne pushed open the door to my room, I switched off the night lamp and pretended to fall asleep. Wayne closed the door slowly with a heavy sigh. He looked tired and depressed as he loosened his tie and sat beside me.
Wayne bent down and gave an affectionate peck on my cheeks. "Why, pretending to fall asleep?" I opened my eyes and knew I couldn't fool Wayne. I clasped his face and we exchanged a full kiss that reminded me how much I love him. My eyelids fluttered open as I smiled and said, "Thank you."
He arched an eyebrow and stroked my nose. "Why thank me?"
"For standing by me and defending me in front of your parents. I am so sorry to cause so much unhappiness between you and your family."
He edged closer and rested the full length of his body beside mine. Taking me into his arms, he caressed my hair and said softly, "Don't be silly. It's my choice to be with you."
I drew closer and said, "Do you regret it?"
He frowned. "No, of course not. We've been together for five years. I don't regret a single moment. The happiness is real."
His declaration sent an arrow of poignancy inside me. My eyes became wet as I added, "I never regret it as long as you are happy."
He grinned. "That's why I love you so much. You can stomach a boring, average-looking guy like me."
I chuckled and smeared my tears. "I am no hunk either. It's not a beauty contest. I just want a simple guy who has the right attitude. You fit the bill."
"Sometimes I wonder what a cute guy like you is doing with me," he confessed honestly.
"Don't you know the most beautiful people are the least insecure?"
Wayne rolled his eyes and laughed wryly. "I should count myself so lucky."
I drew his lips into an urgent kiss that warmed my cheeks instantly. The heat and the exquisite gentleness of the slick friction between our rolling tongues took our breath away. Wayne moaned in pleasure as I slipped my hands down and cupped his thickening bulge.
"I confirm my statement once again: I am lucky." He sighed.
My tongue swirled around his earlobe slowly. "I love you for your sense of humour."
His eyelids fluttered shut as he gasped, "Please continue with your compliments."
My palm sneaked under his shirt and stroked the wide expanse of his chest. His breathing accelerated as I tongued his right nipple in deliberate slowness. I unbuttoned his shirt to rain kisses softly on his smooth torso and nipped gently the soft skin around his navel.
Wayne proposed seductively, "Can I expect more to come?"
I faced him and smiled apologetically, "No. Your parents are here."
"That's what you said yesterday."
I kissed him lightly and he groaned in sexual frustration. "You wouldn't want your parents to hear you moaning in ecstasy, right? They will shoot you in the head."
"Six more days to release," he grunted.
I nodded and laughed. "Yes, just six more days. Come on, be a considerate son."
"It's hard. The pun is intended, FYI." Wayne gyrated his hips playfully against mine.
I sympathized with his agony. "I am sorry. I wish I could help more but it's D-I-Y in the toilet."
"Yes, dear. But can you give me some more kisses? Hot, long ones." Wayne implored pitifully like a puppy.
"Your wish is my command," I lowered my head and continued to show him how much I love him.
Exclaimer: I had found another writer who has an interesting story to tell. His story touches my soul and at the same time made inspired a few of my issues. I am proud to introduce the kind and simple Stigma82. Thanks for allowing me to re-post this article in my blog.
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