Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2011 12:53:25 +0800
From: Johnny Kape <johnny.kape@gmail.com>
Subject: The Original Joy, Chapter 1

Before this story:

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Every word of this story is fiction.  It contains some sexual scenes
between an adult and a young boy.  If you can't accept such material,
then... why are you here? *lol* Please just quit.

The background of this story is set to somewhere in Asia, where I come
from.  There might be some scenes, some songs and some social and cultural
things that you don't understand.  It is welcomed to give me a mail asking
for anything you don't understand in this story.  Hope you enjoy it.

Special thanks to my editor, Matthew Templar, who helped me a lot with my
English, and gave me many good suggestions.  Also, special thanks to Pok,
who gave me good suggestions, and the most important, the title of this
story. :-) You can't see how important this story title is until the last
chapter of this story, so I wish that you all can read on to last. :-)

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--- Johnny Kape <johnny.kape@gmail.com>



"Jay Feng!  Jay Feng!  Jay Feng!  Jay Feng..."

Jay sat in his own dressing room alone.  He could still hear that many
people were calling his name passionately.  The show he just performed was
still running in his mind; and he felt that he could still see the
fanatical eyes of his fans.

It might be a successful singing concert.  Might be.  However, he didn't
feel happy at all.  He knew that he didn't do well in this performance.  He
knew that he didn't want to stand on the stage at all.  On the contrary, he
had a very strong, tired feeling.  He just wanted to escape from
everything.

Jay woke up from his trance and looked at his dressing room.  He knew that
only a very famous singer could have a dedicated dressing room.  However,
at that moment, he preferred to give up all these special treatments and
everything he had, to exchange for a long and sweet sleep.  He saw his own
suitcase.  Inside the suitcase were his performing outfits, and some
t-shirts and shorts he usually used to disguise him.  He thought for a
while, stood up, and took a baseball cap, a t-shirt, a pair of shorts and
plain glasses out from the suitcase.  Then he tried to put all those into
his performing costume.  He opened the door of the dressing room.

"Hey, why haven't you taken off your costume?"  An assistant who just
helped Jay to remove his makeup saw that Jay was still in his costume.  He
sounded very surprised.

"Oh, I just need to pee," said Jay.

The assistant nodded his head.  Jay walked toward the restroom.  At the end
of the curved aisle was the emergency exit.  Jay looked back and made sure
that nobody could see him.  He opened the door of the emergency exit and
ran out into the night.



The Original Joy -- Chapter 1


"Here's the last one," Henry said, putting the paper box down on the ground
and handing some papers to the storekeeper.  "What's up today?  You called
for more supplies for the third time!  It's almost midnight.  My boss told
me to go home directly after sending this last batch."

"Yeah.  We will be very busy as long as the stadium is holding any
activity.  Today is Jay Feng's singing concert, so many people had been
coming and they just ended about twenty minutes ago," said the storekeeper.
"I'll sign these for you.  Please wait outside."

Henry walked out of the store, looking at the people walking out from the
stadium.  Then he looked at the posters around the stadium.  On the posters
was a boy, and some texts saying,

"Happy Train's New Journey!  Join Jay Feng's All New Singing Tour."

Henry gazed at the boy on the poster and felt quite envious.  He knew who
Jay Feng was.  Who didn't?  He was only 12 years old, but he had already
recorded three creative albums.  His first album was released at age 10 and
was very popular.  Henry remembered some of Jay's songs, like "I Want To
Fly", "It's Raining", "Where Am I Going", and "Happy Train," which was
adapted from a nursery rhyme.  He could hear Jay's songs almost everyday on
the radio.  Besides, though only ten years old, Jay was good at playing the
piano and guitar.  His unchanged, high-pitched voice was very bright and
clear.  Plus, with his baby face and charming smile, all females from age
10 to 60 were very fascinated in him.

Gazing for a while, Henry sighed deeply.  He used to have a musical dream.
He used to imagine that it was he standing on the stage, facing thousands
of people who were crazy for him.  However, a dream is only a dream.  After
all, he was not the right material.  He neither had excellent talent, nor
outstanding looks.  He strove with some good friends for some time, but
finally, they still knuckled under the pressure of life.  He could only be
a delivery man to eke out his living.

He didn't know how long he stood there.  Then someone patted him on the
shoulder.

"Why are you standing here in a trance?"  It was the storekeeper's voice.

"Oh, nothing," Henry said, awakened from his trance.  "I'm just looking at
those posters."

"A charming boy, isn't he?" smiled the storekeeper, handing Henry some
papers.  "See if there is anywhere I forgot to sign."

Henry browsed the papers and put them into his bag.  "Nothing left.  Thank
you.  Good night!"

Henry waved to the storekeeper.  His busy day ended finally.  Now he just
wanted to go home to take a shower and have a sound sleep.  He walked to
his company's van, opened the door and jumped in.  He opened the window and
took off his t-shirt.  On a summer's night, he liked to let his body
embrace the cool wind directly.  He turned on the radio and started the
car.  He stepped on the gas pedal and the van started to run down the road.

The radio was playing Bon Jovi's "It's My Life".  Henry was quite familiar
with this song.  When he was playing music in his own band, he sang this
song frequently.  So he started to sing,

    It's my life
    And it's now or never
    'Cause I ain't gonna live forever
    I just want to live while I'm alive.

    It's my life
    My heart is like an open highway
    Like Frankie said
    I did it my way
    I just want to live while I'm alive.

Henry turned right and drove onto a silent street.  He kept humming this
song.

"It's... my... life!"

"Do you like that song too?" suddenly a voice asked.

"GAAAA!!" Henry was almost scared to death.  He stepped on the brakes
heavily and the van stopped in the middle of the road.  Henry heard a
'Pong!', and then an "Ouch!"

Henry's heart was beating crazily.  He tried very hard to calm down.  After
a few minutes, he screwed up his courage to turn his head to see who was in
the backseat.  He saw a head with a baseball cap, along with a hand rubbing
it.

"GAAA!!" Henry screamed again.  Who was that?

"Don't scream.  I'm not a ghost," the 'head' said.

This time Henry finally understood that it was not ghost, but a little boy.

"Who are you?  Why are you in my car?"

The boy didn't answer but still rubbed his head.  After a while, the boy
jumped to the front seat, sitting beside Henry.

"Take me anywhere you like.  How about going to your place?"

Henry took a look at the boy.  The boy was wearing glasses, a t-shirt and
shorts.  He looked at the boy's face.

Hmm...  It seemed to Henry that he had met the boy before.

The boy's glasses... they seemed to be plain.  He reached over and took off
the boy's baseball cap and the glasses.  Hey!  Isn't the boy Jay Feng?

"You... are you...?"

"Yeah, I'm Jay Feng.  Please drive now and take me to your place, okay?  I
don't want them to find me," Jay answered impatiently.

"How did you get into my van?"

"You didn't lock it.  Now I just want to hide somewhere, so I disguised a
bit and sneaked away from them.  I ran up a few alleys and your van was the
only one I could open the door.  So I hid in it."

"You can't get into anyone's car like this!  I think I should send you to
the police station."

"Please don't!  Please..." Jay pulled Henry's arm and begged.  "I finally
ran away from them.  If you send me to the police station, they will send
me back.  Please!  Just take me to your place.  Come on, pleeeeease?"

Henry looked into Jay's eyes.  Well, they were really not like a
12-year-old boy's eyes.  Jay had taken off the outfit he performed in and
cleaned the hot makeup from his young face.  Henry saw dark circles under
Jay's eyes.  And this pair of black, tired eyes was looking up at Henry,
pleadingly.  Jay looked like he had not had a good sleep for a long, long
time.  Henry became soft-hearted, deeply sighed, and restarted the van
without saying anything.

Jay released Henry's arm, sighed and sat back.  Henry just headed to his
place silently.  A glance at some movement caused Henry to look over at his
new passenger.  He was wiping his eyes with his hands.