Date: Thu, 14 Aug 2003 10:54:01 -0500
From: Rhaven <rhaven2002@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Long Road Chapter Six

This story contains strong language and sexual content between
boy/man.

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CHAPTER SIX

Jeremy put the pizza box on the coffee table and popped open a coke.
He had called to Bram twice, but the boy still hadn't appeared.

"Bram? Is everything all right?" He yelled towards the hallway.

"Yeah, I'm coming!" The boy called back finally. Bram appeared dressed
in his white pajamas, looking the role of an angel.

"Good the pizzas here!" Bram flopped down on the couch and grabbed a
slice. They ate hungrily, until only an empty box and crumbs remained.
Jeremy lay back into the couch and moaned as he rubbed his full
stomach. Bram did the same, making sure he imitated the man exactly.

"That was great." Bram said wiping his mouth with the back of his
hand. The boy picked up the remote and started clicking. He had only
views three or four channels before he tossed the remote on the coffee
table. "I don't feel like watching TV."

"Okay, then what would you like to do?" Jeremy asked as he grabbed
another coke.

"I have a question." Bram whispered. "What's .wrong with me?"

"What do you mean?" Jeremy quickly put down the coke.

Bram tugged on his pajamas and frowned. "I tried wearing my boxers and
a t-shirt. I tried. but I couldn't. I felt so strange. I have to be a
freak, because. because I can't wear anything but pajamas."

Jeremy scooted closer to Bram and put his arm around him.

"You're not a freak. You're just not ready for the boxers. You should
have seen me the first day I arrived here. I was a mess. Change isn't
always easy."

"But I shouldn't be so stupid about wearing boxers.
Sometimes.sometimes I just want to forget who I am, so I can be
normal."

Jeremy shook his head and ran his fingers through the boy's silky
hair.

"If you really want to change. do it in small portions. Work your way
to where you want to be."

"Small portions? Bram sat up on the edge of the couch. "That's a good
idea."

Jeremy watched as Bram stood up and walked into the bedroom. Within a
few minutes, the boy reappeared. Bram was all smiles as he sat back
down.

"There you go, small portions."

"Okay?" Jeremy said seeing nothing different about the boy.

Bram lay down across the couch with his head on Jeremy's lap.

"Rub my stomach."

Jeremy grinned and slipped his hand under the boy's pajama top.

"Okay I give up, what did you mean by small portions?" Jeremy asked as
his fingers ran across the boy's chest.

"I'm not wearing any underwear." Bram said proudly.

"Oh!" Jeremy forced himself not to laugh. Bram was trying to change
and he didn't want to discourage him. "That was an excellent idea. How
does it feel?"

"Funny, but kind of nice." Bram pulled on the elastic of his pajama
bottoms and smiled. "I think I like it."

Jeremy nodded, he had the urge to kiss the boy, but resisted. He ran
his fingers down to the boy's stomach and then up along his side,
feeling each rib.

"Do you have any videos we can watch?" Bram said lazily.

"I have a few, not many. What would you like to see?" Jeremy pointed
to the stack of videos Maggie had placed on the shelf. Bram jumped up,
almost snagging Jeremy's hand in his shirt and examined the
collection.

After looking intently at each video, he turned and sighed. "You have
crap."

"Sorry."

"I have an idea!" Bram said snapping his fingers. "Something you will
love. Follow me!"

Jeremy tripped over the coffee table as he tried to catch up with the
boy. Bram lead him down the hallway to the large bedroom at the end.
He raced pass the bed and flung open the double doors. Jeremy walked
out on the balcony and smiled. The sun was disappearing behind the
trees, shading the sky in black and orange.

"I thought you would like it here." Bram said as he bounced cheerfully
on a wicker couch.



Jeremy joined the boy on the couch and inhaled the twilight air. He
frowned and bounced slightly on the cushioned couch. This couch was
better than the one he had in his room, larger, softer and more
relaxing.

"The day is gone." Bram said pointing to the vanishing sun.

"Yes it is." Jeremy agreed, deciding not to get upset that the outside
furniture was better then his. "It's really nice out here."

"Let the slumber party begin." Bram yell out. Jeremy laughed aloud and
put his feet on the footstool, watching the sky turn from purple to
black.

"Come on." Bram nudged Jeremy with his elbow. "It's slumber party
time."

Jeremy looked confused. "Okay, what exactly does that mean?"

The boy puffed out his cheeks and tugged on Jeremy's pants. "Can't
have a slumber party in your clothes."

"Oh of course." Jeremy slapped his forehead as if he understood. He
walked over to the double doors, kicked off his shoes, and then pulled
off his pants. "There we go." He said returning to the couch.

"You could. take off your shirt too." Bram said innocently. "You don't
have to if you don't want." Bram added with a crooked smile.

"Not a problem." Jeremy pulled off his shirt and threw it through the
doors. "Now that's better." He relaxed back into the soft couch. Bram
took his former position, with his head in Jeremy's lap. Jeremy didn't
wait for the boy to ask, he slipped his hand into the boy's shirt and
started rubbing again.

"This is nice." Bram purred. "I can handle being outside up here."

"It is beautiful." He said referring more to Bram than the outdoors.

"Hang on." Bram said quickly. "I need to get something." He
disappeared into the house and returned quickly with a pillow. Jeremy
remained motionless, as the boy put the pillow in his lap.

"What's that for?"

"You'll see." Bram slowly unbuttoned his pajama top, hesitating only
once before he removed it completely. He then climbed back on the
couch, lying on his stomach, his chest and head in Jeremy's lap. "This
is more comfortable."

Jeremy could only shake his head and smile. He started scratching the
boy's back and looked up at star filled sky.

"What were you like as a kid?" Bram asked.

Jeremy moved his hand down the boy's back, stopping at the elastic of
his pajamas. "Believe it or not but I was an extremely shy kid. I was
afraid of everything and everyone."

Bram giggled into the pillow. "I can't see you as shy."

Jeremy ran his hand along the elastic.

"It was hard being so shy. I missed out on a lot of things because of
it."

"What about your parents? What were they like?"

With that question, Jeremy lifted up his hand.  Bram rolled on his
side to face Jeremy.

"What's wrong? Why did you stop scratching?"

"Sorry, nothing is wrong." Jeremy quickly put his hand back on the boy
's hip.

"It's okay if you don't want to talk about your parents?" Bram said
resting his head back on the pillow.

"I'm not sure I can describe my parents." Jeremy massaged Bram's neck
and then moved his hand to his left shoulder. "They. they weren't the
best parents, but I think they tried their hardest. Parenting doesn't
come with an instruction book."

"At least your parents were around." Bram said angrily.

"That's not always a good thing. Sometimes silence can be worse than
physical abuse." Jeremy moved his hand back down to the elastic. He
casually slipped his fingers under.

"I don't understand?" Bram almost yawned.

"My parents never had anything to say to me. I could go weeks without
them speaking to me, I would see them, but they rarely acknowledged
that I existed." Jeremy let his hand move across Bram's bare hip and
up over his left buttock. Bram shivered from the touch, but said
nothing.

"I think I know how you feel." Bram continued with the conversation.
"Sometimes I forget what my father sounds like." Bram sat up on his
elbows and looked out across the yard. "I don't want to talk about
this anymore."

"Maybe we can just enjoy the night." Jeremy suggested. Bram nodded and
lay back down. Jeremy ran his hand over to the right buttock and then
out onto the boy's back. It wasn't long before Bram rolled around,
almost falling off the couch in the process.

"Are you ready to go back in? Bram whispered.

"If you are."

Bram stood up and took hold of Jeremy's hand. The boy lead in into the
house and back to his room. He didn't stop in the living room but
headed for the bedroom. Jeremy didn't argue.



Bram jumped on the bed with a bounce. As Jeremy approached, the boy
unsnapped the top bottom of his pajama bottoms.

"Better access." He said and flipped around so he was lying on his
stomach again. Jeremy shook his head and climbing into bed. He moved
next to the boy and started rubbing his back slowly.

"I love your touch." Bram moaned.

"Like wise." Was all Jeremy could think to say. He moved his hand down
again, sliding across the boy's buttocks. As he squeezed Bram's
buttocks, he leaned down and kissed the back of the boy's neck. Bram
surprised him by lifting up his head and returning the kiss. Jeremy
pulled Bram closer, kissing him again. Bram moved his hand over Jeremy
's chest, finally pushing him back.

"My turn." The boy chuckled. Jeremy lay still as Bram pressed his body
next to him. The boy instantly began exploring his body with his
hands.

"You make me feel crazy." Bram whispered and kissed gently at Jeremy's
nipple. "I feel free for the first time in my life."

"I feel the same way. I can't find the words to describe how you make
me feel." Jeremy said as Bram climbed on top of him. Bram sat up on
Jeremy's stomach.

"We don't need words." Bram said with a smile.

Jeremy smiled back; slowly he reached up and unsnapped the next button
of his pajamas. Bram jerked back suddenly and giggled nervously.

"Sorry. I . I need to go to the bathroom." Bram said as he quickly
climbed off Jeremy.



It was a few minutes before Bram reappeared. Jeremy noticed that his
pajama bottoms were button up again. Warily Bram climbed back into bed
and lay next to him.

"Is everything all right?" Jeremy asked as he rolled on his side.

"I'm just. I got a little scared." Bram admitted.

"Sweetheart, I wouldn't do anything to hurt you. In fact I don't want
to do anything you don't want to do." Jeremy squeezed Bram's hand for
reassurance. "If you're not ready for this, it's okay with me."

"But I am ready. I've dreamed of this since the first day you came."
Bram said hurriedly. "It just that .I've never done anything like this
before."

Jeremy nodded. "It's okay Bram. We'll take this slow. You want to stop
for the night?"

Bram thought about it for a moment. "No let's continue. I want to
continue."

"Maybe we shouldn't. Not until you feel more comfortable about it."
Jeremy said.

"No really, just that. not to far okay?" Bram smiled.

"You can tell me to stop whenever you feel we should."

"Okay, it's a deal." Bram perked up and patted his stomach indicating
he wanted it rubbed. Jeremy happily obliged, moving slowly in circular
motions across his stomach and chest. He continued this until he was
sure Bram was completely relaxed. Finally, he stopped and carefully
unsnapped the first button of the pajamas. Seeing that Bram approved,
he unsnapped the next and then the next. Jeremy folded open the
pajamas to reveal Bram's perfect erection. Jeremy ran his fingers down
the length of the penis and smiled as Bram shuddered. Then carefully
he gripped the erection and started to massage it. Jeremy tried to
take it slow, but it didn't take long before Bram ejaculated. Jeremy
got a wet towel from the bathroom and cleaned Bram up. The boy was
still all smiles as Jeremy climbed back into bed. Bram rolled over
next to him and sighed.

"Tired?" Jeremy whispered, knowing that this was probably all the boy
could take for one night.

"Exhausted."

"Then let's get some sleep. Good night sweetheart." Jeremy kissed Bram
on the forehead and watched the boy yawn.

"You're giving me a proper bath tomorrow." Bram said lazily. Jeremy
just smiled.



It wasn't long before Jeremy realized Bram was asleep. For Jeremy, it
wasn't that easy. Waves of guilt had consumed him. Had he pressured
Bram into this? Had his wild fantasies blinded him from what the boy
really wanted? Jeremy tried to think about what had just happened. He
couldn't remember how or why it had began. Had he just forced himself
on this child? A child that would do anything to feel love from
anyone. He was so confused, so upset that his stomach started to ache.
Carefully Jeremy slipped out of bed. He tiptoed into the living room
and clicked on the TV. It wasn't that he wanted to watch anything, he
needed the distraction from his thoughts. He sprawled out across the
couch and stared blankly at the TV. Images of Bram played across his
mind. Jeremy tried shaking his head, but the thoughts remained.

"What's going on?" Bram said dragging himself into the living room.
Somewhere between the bed and the living room, Bram had stepped out of
his pajamas, but was so sleepy he either didn't care or hadn't
noticed.

"Sorry, did I wake you?" Jeremy whispered. "Nothing's wrong, I just
couldn't sleep."

Bram bumped his way to the couch and climbed on top of Jeremy.

"Why can't you sleep?"

"I. I feel that I have done something wrong." Jeremy had considered
lying, but he had to know the truth, it was the only fair thing to do
for Bram.

"What did you do?" Bram said now a more alert.

"I feel that I tricked you into bed. That it wasn't something you
wanted, but only did to make me happy."

Bram lifted his head and frowned.

"Squeeze my butt."

"Do what?" Jeremy asked shocked by the boy.

"Squeeze my butt." Bram repeated. Jeremy obeyed.

"Now kiss me."

Jeremy obeyed this order also.

"As I see it, I seduced you. If anyone is to feel guilty, it's me. And
I don't, so shut up and let me sleep." Bram lay his head back down on
Jeremy's chest and closed his eyes. Jeremy was in shock, he had
nothing to say. Bram was truly a miracle, an angel in mortal form.
Jeremy wrapped his arms around the boy and blissfully closed his eyes.



Jeremy stretched as he forced himself to wake up. Sunlight blinded
him, but also told him it was morning. Suddenly he remembered that
Bram had fallen asleep on top of him, but now the boy was gone. Jeremy
checked his bedroom, but there was no sign of the boy there. He was
about to head out into the hallway when Bram appeared carrying a tray.

"I brought us breakfast." Bram said cheerfully. The boy was dressed
again in his pajamas. A sense of déjà vu rushed over Jeremy as he
watched the boy walk into the room.

"Let's see what we have here." Jeremy took the tray from the boy and
looked at it. Bram had fixed two large bowls of cereal and glasses of
orange juice. "Looks great!"

They both sat down on the couch and started eating, Jeremy devoured
the cereal, hunger gnawed at his stomach. Bram turned on the TV and
selected the Cartoon Channel with a cheer. Jeremy didn't watch the
television, he couldn't stop looking over at Bram. Back in his
pajamas, as if nothing had happened last night. The boy slurped down
the cereal and giggled casually at the cartoon. A feeling overwhelmed
Jeremy, beyond description, glowing from within, it surrounded his
heart and spirit, making him light headed. As he stared at Bram, he
could feel himself melt from the boy's warmth, from his perfect
beauty. The purist of feelings and the rarest infected Jeremy. Jeremy
was in love. And that love, was burning at his soul. Despite the boy's
assurance, Jeremy still felt guilt and embarrassment for a betrayal of
his lust.

".all day."

Jeremy shook the clouded thoughts from his head, realizing that Bram
had been talking to him. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"I said. I'm going to wear my pajamas all day."

Jeremy grinned; this was probably a grand victory in Bram's eyes. He
patted Bram on the knee and nodded. "It is Sunday, a day of rest."

"And you can stay in your boxers all day too." Bram added with an
impish grin.

"I'll take these back to the kitchen." Jeremy put the empty bowls back
on the tray and stood up. "I'll be right back."



There was tension in Jeremy's voice that he hoped the boy hadn't
picked up. There was still a battle being waged within Jeremy's mind.
Between ultimate love and responsibility.