Date: Sun, 13 Feb 2011 19:56:47 +0800
From: Johnny Kape <johnny.kape@gmail.com>
Subject: The Original Joy, Chapter 4

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between an adult and a young boy.  If you can't accept such material,
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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
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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
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The Original Joy -- Chapter 4



Henry stopped the van at a red traffic light.  He was still blushing.  His
heart was still beating crazily.  Not only because he had a wet dream and
shot all over Jay's body, but also...

The touch in the dream... so real, so tender, so smooth...  Was that Jay's
body?

He thought of Jay's nude body.  It was so beautiful... so attractive...

He thought of the feeling and the touch in his dream...

Henry found that his own dick started to stand up again.  He patted his own
head heavily.  What was he thinking?  Jay was just a kid.  AND Jay was a
boy!  How could Jay make him react so... intensely?

*Honk Honk*

Henry startled and woke up from his daydream.  The traffic light had
already turned green.  He changed the gear and stepped on the gas pedal.
The van started to go fast, as if he wanted to throw those thoughts and
images far behind.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Jay opened his eyes.  He didn't know the time, and he didn't know how long
he had slept.  However, though it was really hot, it was actually the
longest and the deepest sleep he had ever had in a month or two.

He lay on the bed and thought about the night before.  He just ran away
like that.  What would his parents, his agent, and his assistants say?
What about the next concert?  What about his future days?

Thinking for a while, Jay didn't have any answer.  He decided not to think
about that anymore.  He sat up and saw the thick quilt by the window.  He
recalled the funny scene in the morning and laughed.

This man was really funny, Jay thought.  The man had a wet dream and shot
all over Jay's body, then he really bushed.  Jay thought that it was so
funny.

Then Jay thought about the man's eyes when he was in the man's van, and
when he was eating the man's late night snack.  The man's eyes were full of
tenderness.  Jay knew that the man must be a very good person.

Jay looked at the small apartment.  It was really small.  Beside the window
was a small desk, and next to it was a small cabinet.  The desk, cabinet
and the bed he was on almost occupied half of the area of this studio
apartment.  At the other side of this apartment was a small kitchen counter
and a small bathroom.

Jay couldn't imagine how a person could live in such a small apartment.
Besides, the apartment was a bit of a mess.  Jay's own room was much larger
than this apartment, and he liked to keep it neat and tidy.  When he was
younger, his mother also asked him to clean his own room by himself.  Jay
decided to help the man clean this small apartment after eating something,
grateful for the man's kindly letting Jay sleep in his apartment.  Well,
after all, Jay had nothing to do either.

Suddenly, Jay thought of an important thing.

The man kindly let Jay stay and sleep in his apartment.  However, Jay
didn't even know the man's name!

Jay thought for a while.  Then he stood up and walked to the desk.  He
opened the drawer and started to search inside.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Well, no, Henry really couldn't concentrate on his work the whole day.  For
one reason he was really worried about Jay messing everything up in his
studio apartment; for another he was really upset with himself, making the
condition so embarrassing in the morning.  How could he explain it to Jay?
Though Jay seemed not to care about it, would Jay think he was a pervert?

Working the whole day, Henry finally finished his last turn of work.  He
remembered that he needed to buy dinner for Jay, so he went to a restaurant
to buy two bowls of noodles.  On second thought, he decided to buy one
more.  Then he rode his own motorcycle back to his own apartment.  He
walked upstairs, imagining how tragic his apartment would be.

He held his breath and opened the apartment door with the key.  Oh!  Thank
God.  Not in a mess at all.  To be honest, his apartment seemed to be a bit
cleaner than when he left.  Maybe Jay helped him to clean a bit.  Even the
thick quilt was not on the floor anymore.  Henry sighed with relief.  He
saw that Jay was sitting on his bed, still naked, with a guitar.  Jay saw
Henry come in and smiled to him.

"You finally came home.  I'm sooooo hungry," said Jay.

"Okay.  Here is our dinner.  Oh, you found my guitar."

"Yeah.  It's so boring staying here.  Nothing funny on the TV either.  Then
I found this guitar."

"Let's have dinner first," Henry beckoned to Jay.

Henry put the small table and chairs back to their original position.  He
would have liked to ask Jay where his thick quilt was, but that reminded
him of the embarrassing condition that morning.  He was blushing again and
decided to ask later.  He put the food on the table.  Jay gave a happy
exclamation.

"Ha!  Finally I have some decent food to eat!"

Again, Henry didn't know if he should laugh or be upset.  "I'm soooo sorry,
I didn't have any decent food for you.  I owe you so much," said Henry,
sounding a bit upset.

Jay too, seemed to sense that Henry was a bit upset.  He said in apology,
"Sorry, I didn't mean it."

Henry smiled wryly.  "Okay, okay.  I know that you have been hungry for the
whole day.  Come and eat."  This food cost me three-day's worth of dinners,
Henry thought, but he didn't say it.

Jay didn't talk anymore.  He took one bowl of noodles and started to wolf
down everything very quickly.

Henry said, "Don't hurry.  I bought two bowls of noodles for you.  Nobody
will take them away."

"Well, I always eat very fast.  I have so many classes and I usually don't
have time to eat.  So I have to eat very fast," Jay said, still eating.

"Eat slower.  We are not in a hurry today."

Henry took his bowl and started to eat too.  In a minute Jay had started to
attack the second bowl of noodles.  When Henry finished his noodles, Jay
put the bowl down too and wiped his own mouth with his hand.

"Ha, I'm so full."

Henry smiled looking at Jay rubbing his own belly.  He stood up and started
to clean the table.  Jay stood up to help Henry too.

After everything was cleaned up, Henry sat on the bed, and beckoned to Jay.
Jay sat beside Henry.

"Well, uh..."  Henry didn't know how to start their conversation.  Then he
found a safe question.  "Is Jay Feng your real name?"

Jay nodded.  "And is your name Henry Li?  I realized that you let me sleep
in your apartment, but I didn't even know your name.  So I searched the
desk and found some certificates with this name.  I think that it should be
your name."

Henry nodded.

"Okay.  I haven't said thank you to you.  Thanks for letting me stay at
your apartment."

"It's nothing.  Uh... Jay...  About... about... this morning..."

"This morning?  What?"

"Well... I... I didn't do anything bad to you."

"Oh, that's okay.  I know it.  You just had a wet dream."

"Didn't you feel uncomfortable with that?"

"Why, of course not.  I wasn't born yesterday," Jay said as if he was
already an adult.

Henry sighed with relief.  It seemed that he was thinking too much.  "Okay.
Then, where is my thick quilt?"

"Oh, I removed the quilt cover and put it in the bathroom, then I put your
quilt back into the cabinet."

Well, Henry wondered if he could say this boy was mature or immature.  Jay
remembered to say thanks and also helped Henry to clean the room, but he
also complained and asked so many things right after coming into Henry's
apartment, and even searched Henry's desk without permission.  Henry didn't
know what to say about this boy.  He decided to change the topic.

"Okay.  Now, Jay, can you tell me, why did you sneak into my van last
night?"

Jay's smile vanished.  He leaned against the wall and lowered his head.
His hands played with his own penis unconsciously.  He didn't answer
Henry's question right away.

Henry tried to sound Jay out about this.  "Anything happen?  I saw that
many, many people went to your concert.  Something bad happened?  Or?"

Jay shook his head.

"So, what on earth could have happened?"

Jay finally started to speak after a while.  "Because I feel so tired."

"So tired?"

"So tired.  I don't want to sing anymore."

"Why?  You sing very well.  Thousands of people are crazy about you."

Jay shook his head again.  "I don't like it.  My schedule was so full.
Before the performance, I have to practice everyday.  Even if there's no
performances, I still need to go to singing classes, piano classes, guitar
classes, dancing classes...  I'm so tired."

A few seconds of silence and Jay started again.

"I want to be like my other classmates to play on computers and at
basketball.  But even in our P. E. classes, Wayne came to tell my teacher
to make sure to not let anybody hurt or injure me.  All my classmates now
stay far away from me.  That time I really got mad at Wayne."

"Wayne?"

"My agent."

"Oh."

Jay was so young, but he had an agent to protect him like that.  Actually
Henry felt a bit envious.  However, when he saw Jay's depressed face, he
started to feel sorry for Jay.

"I could only have one night's rest after yesterday's concert, and I'd have
to practice again and again every day, to prepare my next concert on
Saturday.  I really don't want to sing anymore.  I just want to hide
somewhere, far far away from them.  So I changed my t-shirt and wore my
glasses and cap and sneaked out of the stadium."

Jay still lowered his head.  His hands were still playing with his penis.
Henry patted Jay's shoulder in sympathy.

"That's because you are so popular.  Everyone likes you.  Don't you like
the feeling that so many people are crazy about you?"

Jay shook his head.  "That just puts so much more pressure on me."

Do you know how many people are eager to have such "pressure"?  Henry
thought.

Jay started to speak again.

"Even if I was just reproved one minute before, I still had to sing when
the show started.  When I saw the fans I also needed to force myself to
smile.  I'm so tired."

Tears started to fall down from Jay's face.  Henry caressed Jay's head
softly.

"Then, how long do you want to stay here?  You can't hide here forever."

"Can't I keep staying here?" Jay raised his head and asked, with watery
eyes.

Henry shook his head.  "I can't take care of you for very long.  I'm too
poor.  Besides, your parents must be very anxious and worried about you so
much, right now.  I think you'd better go home.  If you really don't like
those things, you can have a talk with your mom."

"No!  I've told my mom so many times.  She always tells me not to be so
silly like a kindergarten tot.  I don't want to talk to my mom anymore."

Henry sighed deeply.

"Okay, then listen to me.  At least, you need to call your mom, saying you
are safe, okay?  Later I need to take my dirty clothes to the launderette.
Wear your glasses and cap, and my t-shirt.  I'll take you to a pay
telephone to call your mom.  You can go home after you feel calmed down.
Okay?"

Jay didn't answer Henry.  He just buried his head into Henry's chest.
Henry hugged Jay and caressed his back.

"And, I must tell you a very, very important thing.  Do you know that your
actions last night were very, very dangerous?"

Jay raised his head and watched Henry.  Henry nodded.

"You sneaked into a stranger's van, followed the stranger to his home, and
even slept in his bed - in the nude!  If you had met a malicious person
instead of me, it could have been very, very dangerous for you.  Do you
understand?"

Jay looked at Henry, and then buried his head into Henry's chest again.  He
said softly, "But Henry, do you know?  When I saw you the first time in the
van, I knew that you must be the best person I've ever met."

Henry didn't know how to answer Jay.  He just felt very warm in his heart.
He hugged Jay tightly.