Date: Mon, 20 Nov 2006 14:23:39 -0800 (PST)
From: Stephen Aramburu <aramflag@yahoo.com>
Subject: Power of Love 1

      The central theme of this story is not about sex, though it does
contain sex between two teenaged boys.  If you aren't of legal age, do not
read this.  This is a true story that happened in China just this past
summer, but the names have been changed into those which look and sound
nothing like the actual names of the actual characters in this story.

     Prologue

      Well...where can I begin?  It was the summer of 2006.  That was the
year that changed my life...the year that I met my soul mate...the boy who
stole my heart and made me fall head over heels for him.
       I was your ordinary Chinese freshman.  I grew up in Xuzhou, China,
aka the Las Vegas of Asia, where I'd spent all the fifteen years of my
life.  My parents had very high- quality jobs.  My dad was a government
official, an influential member in the now semi- Capitalist Republic of
China.  My mom worked as a saleswoman for Motorola and a part- time model.
They were your typical Asian parents.  They were very strict on me and
expected nothing less than all A+s in every one of my subjects.  They would
punish me severely if I didn't meet those expectations and came pretty
close, one time, to disowning me.  But I loved them nevertheless.  Compared
to some of my friends, I was very spoiled.
      Xuzhou was heaven for me...I did hear of other world-class cities
around the globe, such as Paris, Zurich, Las Vegas, etc., but I couldn't
have imagined anywhere in the world that was better than my hometown.  I
went to a great school and had many good, but not particularly close,
friends.  I'd just graduated from middle school in the summer of 2006 and
life was getting better and better for me.
      I'd just gotten a full score on my Post-Middle School placement test
and had been accepted by the most prestigious high school in the
southeastern quarter of China, the Xuzhou Academy, which was conveniently
located just several blocks away from my home.  Other students who were
accepted by this high school had to travel five or six hours by train just
to arrive at this academy.  Of course, I was thrilled beyond reason.  In
China, unlike America, academics are everything to us student and
completely dominate our lives.  Colleges accept students based upon the
students' test scores only and extracurricular activities, such as sports
or music, aren't even a factor in the very competitive struggle for a
decent education and a high-paying future job that didn't bring shame upon
your family name.  That's not to say that I didn't play any sports at all.
But there was just so purpose for learning how to swim or play basketball
other than for fun.  I was very active, however, and maintained a nice,
athletic figure.  So onto the story.


Power of Love Part 1

      I was in my room, cleaning like a maniac, with my annoying mom to me
to clean faster and with more care.  My mom often had her mood swings...one
minute, she would be happy as hell, then the next minute, she would get
pissed off because my clothes were not folded perfectly enough, or my shoes
were not exactly parallel to one another on the shoe rack, or the events in
a sitcom on TV didn't end up exactly the way she wanted it to.  I wouldn't
talk back...it was disrespectful, especially for an Asian kid, Chinese to
be exact, to talk back to their parents.
	"Zequin, have you studied for your Calculus test?" my mom asked.
	"I don't have a calculus test!" I said.  "I'm 15 years old!"
	"That doesn't mean you shouldn't study it again and again and
again!" she fired back.
	"Yes, ma'am" I sighed, exasperated.
	I couldn't believe my luck.  Summer was in full swing and there
wasn't to be another day of school for at least the next two months.  All
my friends from school were either on vacation or an exchange student in
other countries and other parts of China, and I had to be stuck at home
with my mom.  Mom wasn't always this naggy about my room being absolutely
clean.  But every time a guest would come over, my room would be the one
they would always stay in.  My dad was an ambassador for China, and many
foreign guests had stayed over in my room in the past.  This time, it was a
14-year-old tennis prodigy who trained in the U.S.  Wong Yecheng was his
name.  He was born in China, but moved, at an early age, to the famous
Bolletierri's Academy, which produced champions, such as Sharapova and
Agassi.  My dad discovered him when he was three years old and agreed to
sign him up for the Olympic Committee of China.  With the 2008 Olympics
just around the corner, Yecheng was going to stay in our home for the
summer, before he was to begin his training at the Xuzhou Tennis Academy,
twenty minutes away from our home.  He was scheduled to represent China in
the Olympics as a tennis player.  (the story happened in 2006, so at 16
years old and already playing for China, that's a pretty damn good
achievement.)
	My dad already left to pick Yecheng up at the airport in Shanghai,
which was about a three hour drive from our home in Xuzhou, China.  Our
family wasn't incredibly rich, but my dad, being both an ambassador and a
member of one of the branches of the Communist Party, got many free
benefits.  The government pretty much covered all the expenses of travel,
food, clothing, and electronics.  We didn't have to that much money, but we
didn't have to spend that much money, either.
	Let me tell you a little bit about myself.  I am Wang Zequin.  I am
15 years old and of an average height, about 5"6.  I have a very lean,
muscular body because I play many sports, such as basketball and soccer.  I
am also a very decent swimmer, able to swim numerous laps, but not very
quickly.  This year is my first year in high school (China has a 4-year
middle school and a 3-year high school) and I had just been accepted into
the most prestigious academy in my entire province.  A lot of girls want to
date me because I am, perhaps, the most attractive boy in the entire
region.  My mom doesn't approve, though, and says that I should concentrate
on my schoolwork and on developing a stable future for myself, before I
could even consider dating girls.  That was perfectly fine with me.  Girls
are pretty, but I've never been extremely interested them, for some reason.
Some of them were pretty hot, but they always lacked that special something
that made me like them.  It never occurred to me that I liked other boys
more than girls, but that was partly because I'd never even heard of
homosexuality before.

Meanwhile, on the plane...
	Yecheng looked out the window...it was only 3:00 in the afternoon,
yet it felt so late.  He had just lost in the quarterfinals of a tournament
in D.C.  He was in a bad mood throughout the entire flight.  He hadn't
slept throughout the entire trip...he was too exhausted to sleep.  Yecheng
felt the bruise on his left arm...it still stung, after many months.  But
what hurt even more was the memory behind that bruise.
	"No..."he thought..."I shouldn't think about that..."  Before long,
the plane landed in Shanghai.  Waiting for him at the airport was a
handsome, 34-year-old man named Wang Tiangang.  Tiangang was like a father
to Yecheng.  He was, after all, the man who discovered him on a local
tennis court, one day, and recommended him to the Chinese government.
Yecheng got off the plane, carrying his luggage and his tennis bag.  He saw
Tiangang at the check-out gate and gave him a hug.
	"Wow...you've grown up so much!" he said.  "You're almost as tall
as my son!"  Yecheng smiled, but said nothing.  The three-hour car ride
back home was also filled with silence.  Yecheng stared out the window, as
the car slid down the highway?

	So my room was finally clean and my mom left me alone and sat back
down in front of the TV.  The door flung open at that instant and in came
my dad.
	"Do you need help with you bags?" he asked.
	"Oh no, I'm fine...thank you," came a reply.  Then, Yecheng, the
tennis prodigy came in and I was blown away.  I had expected him to have a
pretty good body.  He did work out several hours a day because of his
tennis.  But the boy in front of me was an absolute god.  His brown eyes
were deep and dark.  His hair was short and highlighted by streaks of
blonde (he got highlights, duh! It's an Asian thing).  He was 5"3 and had
muscular, but not overly thick arms.  He was probably no more than 110
pounds.  His abs were very thin and toned, though I couldn't see them
clearly because of the big shirt he was wearing.  His calves were nicely
toned.  And his ass...oh...I pretty much had my eyes glued to round, yet
small bubble butt the whole time.  I was getting hard...very hard.  He was
just the most beautiful organism that I'd ever witnessed in my life.  I was
sweating and I fought hard not to just reach out and touch that ass.
	Then, I was confused.  What was this feeling I was feeling?  Why
was I feeling those feelings for a boy?
	"Yecheng, I'd like you to meet my son, Wang Zequin," my dad said,
suddenly putting me out of such thoughts.
	"Nice to meet you," he responded with a beautiful smile, while
extending his arm to me.  I shook it.
	"I...I..."I couldn't say anything...I was just too mystified by his
beauty.  He let go of my arm and took his stuff into my room.  My dad
started talking to him.  About what, I couldn't tell.  I was just stunned
by this angel.
	"Go ask him if he needs help!" my mom screamed.  I snapped right
out of my train of thought, jumped up, and went into my room, hoping
desperately that I wouldn't get a boner as I was doing so.
	As I enter my room, he was bent over, while opening his luggage.
He was wearing khaki shorts, and his sexy bubble butt was looking right at
me.  I began sweating and my face turned bright red.  Then, he turned
around and looked at me with his deep, dark eyes.
	"Oh, hey!" he said in fluent, yet very Americanized Chinese.  "I
didn't see you, there.  W'sup!"
	"H...hey!" I said, blushing.  He looked at me again...confused.
	"Are you okay?" he said with a bit of a chuckle.
	"I'm fine..."I replied...
      "I'm Wong Yecheng..."he smiled, extending his hand out to me.
"I'm...I'm" I couldn't think of anything to say.  I just shook his hand.  I
had to concentrate hard to suppress my boner...but I didn't want him to
know the humiliating thoughts I thought about him.  I needed to say
something...anything!
	"I hear you'll be playing in the Olympics in '08" was all I could
think of.
	"Oh yeah..."his smile disappeared from his face.
	"That's pretty impressive, especially for somebody your age," I
said, feeling a sudden relaxed comfort around him that I hadn't felt
before.
	"Well, yeah.  But I'm a dumbass...I never got a formal education
like you," he joked.  "I'm just an uncivilized athlete."  We both laughed.
	"Do you know Evanescence?" I asked him, trying to start a subject.
	"Oh...I love that band!  They're my favorite.  I have almost all of
their songs on my IPOD!  I hate rap, though."
	"Me, too!"
	"It was good when it first came out, but it got really boring.
Just a bunch of black people dancing around, pretending to be tough,
singing about whores, gangsta, and bling- bling!" he joked in a mock rapper
tone.
	"Since when did rappers sing?" I said.
	The two of us spent the next hour or so, talking to each other.  I
more I talked to him, I more I liked him as a person.  Yecheng was
different from all my father's other guests.  He was young, cool, and down
to earth.  He was, by no means, arrogant or self- worshipping.  He didn't
think of himself as anything special, even though he was a world-class
athlete.  We discussed each other's lives.  I talked about my experiences
at school and he talked about his tennis matches, his training, and his
tournaments.  We discussed IPODs and the music we liked and movies we've
seen.  Soon, the two of us were babbling like we had known each other for
years...I felt closer to him than I did to any of my best friends, many of
whom I had known for years.
	"Alright, you guys" said my mom, laughing.  "It's time for
bed...Zequin...you're sleeping on the couch today."
	"That couch?" he said, pointing at that old, piece of crap that had
been around since my grandma was born.
	"Yeah..." I responded.
	"I'd rather sleep in hell than sleep on that thing..." he joked,
causing my mom to turn red in embarrassment.
	"Fine," my mom snapped, trying to hold her anger.  "But where else
is he supposed to sleep?"
	"We could share this room, tonight," Yecheng suggested.  "I mean,
it is his room, after all.  I'm just the guest."
	Those words gave me an unimaginable happiness.  It was partly
because I didn't have to sleep on that damn couch...but there was something
more to it...I got to sleep in the same room as that sexy tennis hunk.
What was it about him that made my knees weak and my heart jump everytime I
looked at him?  I quickly put aside those feelings and accepted his offer
only very happily.
	"Such good manners..."whispered my mom, a look of anger and
resentment on her face.  Then, she left, slamming the door behind her.