Date: Wed, 16 Feb 2011 21:59:49 +0800
From: Johnny Kape <johnny.kape@gmail.com>
Subject: The Original Joy, Chapter 7

Before this story:

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Every word of this story is fiction.  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, and my friend Pok.  They
helped me a lot with my English, gave me many good suggestions, and the
most important, help me decide 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. :-)

Please feel free to tell me what you think about this story.  I'd be very
appreciated to get your feedbacks.  I'll answer all emails.  Thank you.

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



The Original Joy -- Chapter 7


When walking out of the KTV, Henry found that it had started to rain hard.
He took his raincoat from his motorcycle and tried to cover both he and
Jay.  Well, it was of no use and they both were wet from head to toe by the
time they got back to Henry's apartment.

After going into the apartment, Jay and Henry took off their wet clothes.

"Go get a hot shower now, or you'll catch a cold."  Henry pushed Jay into
the bathroom.

Jay nodded and took a quick shower.  Then Henry took a shower too.  As he
wrapped a big towel around his waist and walked out of the bathroom, he
found that Jay was like the day before, sitting on the bed in the nude, and
playing his guitar.

"What song are you playing now?" Henry asked, after listening to the rhythm
for a while.

Jay didn't answer Henry, but he kept playing the song until the end.  Then
he said, "It's my new song 'Forgive Me', which would kill Bob."

"Well, the rhythm sounds quite good.  Hmm...  Don't take Bob's words to
heart, okay?  He is always like that, especially after drinking some beers.
He never thinks for more than one second before saying anything.  Never
mind, okay?"

Jay shook his head.  His hand plucked the strings on the guitar.  After a
while, Jay said, "Henry, do you think so too?"

"Think what?"

"Are my songs getting worse and worse?"

Henry shook his head.  "No, I don't think so.  I think your songs are
always great."

"Tell me the truth."

"It's the truth."

"No, it's not the truth.  Tell me, are my songs getting worse and worse?"

Henry looked at Jay for a while, then he took the guitar away from Jay's
body and put it on the small table.  Then he sat back on the bed, against
the wall, and made Jay sit on his thighs, facing him.  He looked into Jay's
eyes.

"Do you mind others saying so?" asked Henry.

Jay lowered his head for a while.  Then he raised his head again and said,
"No, I don't really mind.  But I really hate others saying how good I am in
front of me.  They are so false.  Nobody is sincere to me."

"I believe that they are all sincere to you.  I am."

"Then tell me the truth."

Henry thought for a while and said, "To say a song is good or bad, it
usually has different answers depending on different people.  To be honest,
I haven't listened to your songs frequently, mostly from the radio.  I
don't think that your songs are getting worse and worse."

Jay wanted to say something but Henry stopped him.

"However, I think the question you need to think about is this: are you
really like what Bob said, now you write and sing songs not because you
like to sing, but because you have no choice, you just have to sing?"

Jay stopped trying to talk, just looked at Henry.  Henry nodded to him.

"Did you know, Bill and Bob, who you've seen tonight, they both are my good
friends.  We always play music together.  We even formed a band way back
when we were younger."

"Really?  You formed a band before?"

Henry nodded again.  "I was the lead singer and guitarist and that's why I
have this guitar.  I saved every cent for a long time and bought it.  Bob
played keyboard, and Bill was the drummer.  However, we are not as good as
you.  We don't have your charming look.  We don't have your bright and
clear sweet voice.  We don't have your great artistic talent and
creativity.  Among all the people in the world who like to play music, 99
percent are like us.  We only have the interest to play music, but we don't
have the talent and the luck like you.  And you are of the one percent that
have everything going for you."

Henry saw that Jay was listening to him.  He went on.

"We formed a band and played for a few years.  We used to regularly perform
in a pub, but we were not popular.  Finally we had no choice but to buckle
under the pressure of life.  We dismissed the band.  I had no outstanding
skill so I could only be a delivery man to eke out my living.  Bill is a
cashier in a supermarket now.  Bob is luckier than us because his economic
condition is much better than us.  His dad opened a restaurant for him.  So
only he has the money and time to go to your concert."

Henry caressed Jay's hair.  Then he went on talking.

"However, we never did give up playing music, because we all love to sing.
Singing, playing instruments and music are very important to us and make us
happy.  As long as we can be together, we are either singing or playing
music.  Think about it: When you sang and wrote songs for the first time,
did it make you happy?  When you were younger, before you started to record
your albums, did you sing just because you liked to sing?"

Jay thought for a while, then he nodded slowly.  Henry smiled.

"That's it.  I think, your problem may be that, you forgot the happiness
singing and playing music could bring to you.  So now, going to classes,
singing and facing your fans becomes very painful for you.  Right?"

Jay thought of the unhappy experiences of his classes and practices.  He
lowered his head and leaned his head against Henry's shoulder.

"I feel so tired," said Jay.  "I always hoped that I can cry on someone's
shoulder like this.  But I have had no one to lean against.  Recently I
always cried during my practices because I felt so frustrated and tired.
However, when I cried I was reproved even more..."

Henry really felt pity for this little boy.  He caressed Jay's back.  "Then
lean against my shoulder and cry.  There's no other people here and you are
not the superstar anymore.  You are only a small boy here.  Just cry.  If
you feel tired, just take a rest here."

Jay didn't cry.  He just hugged Henry tightly.  After a while, Jay seemed
to calm down a bit.  He raised his head.

"Henry, do you like me?"

"Do I like you?  Of course.  Of course I like you.  Why ask?"

"Do you like me because I'm a star?"

Henry looked into Jay's eyes softly and shook his head.  "I like you
because you are such an immature boy.  You ran into my life like that, and
asked for many things like air conditioning, food and bathtub right after
getting into my small apartment.  I like you because you are such an
incredible boy.  You like to be nude at my place and like to hug me when
you sleep.  I like you because you are such a charming boy.  You made me
have a wet dream and shoot all over your body."

Jay laughed.  Henry laughed too.

Henry looked at Jay with a smile.  Jay looked at Henry with a shy smile
too.  Henry smelled a wonderful smell from Jay's body.  It was the
fragrance of soap, mixed with Jay's boyish smell of sweat.  That smell, as
well as the tender touch of Jay's body, started to stimulate Henry.

No!  Can't hurt Jay!

Henry tried to resist his desire.  However it was too difficult.  Jay's
smell, his beautiful body, and his sweet face all stimulated Henry very
intensely.  Henry had never experienced such strong feelings, even stronger
than the feelings John used to give him.  Henry felt that his dick was
getting harder and harder, and it was pressed under Jay's ass.  He held
Jay's armpits and moved him away a bit.  However his erect penis propped up
the big towel and became a small tent.

Jay saw the small tent and laughed.  He got up from Henry's thighs and
removed the big towel wrapped around Henry's waist.  Henry's erect penis
was very apparent.  Jay exclaimed.

"Wow, Henry, your dick is so big!"

"Really?" Henry said, blushing deeply.  "Nobody has ever said so, and..."

"And?"

"And it's you that made it become so big."

"Really?"  Jay was blushing too.  He asked curiously, "Did you play with it
frequently?"

"No.  When I was your age, if I played with my dick and was found by my
parents, I would be seriously punished.  However..."

"However what?"

"I had a very good friend before.  We played with each other's dick once.
Just once."

"Oh."

"I... I had a wet dream and shot on your body yesterday morning.  That's
also because I dreamed that I was playing with my dick with him.  However,
at the end of the dream, he became you."

"Became me?"

"Yeah.  That's why I said that you made me have a wet dream."

Jay laughed.  He seemed to be curious even more.  "How did you play with
your dicks together?"

Henry thought of that wet dream and his only sexual experience with John in
their secret base.  He shook his head, still trying to resist the lure in
front of him.

"No, I can't play with you like that.  That would make you feel
uncomfortable.  If others knew about it I would be dead."

"I won't feel uncomfortable with that.  And I won't tell anyone.  Come on,
pleeeease, tell me, I want to know how you play with it.  I want to play
with you."

Jay's begging crashed Henry's Maginot line.  He started to rub Jay's penis
with one hand, and touch Jay's little nipple with the other hand.

"Uh..."

Jay seemed to feel a bit itchy and moved a bit with a slight moan.  The
moan was from Jay's incredible vocal cord and hit on Henry's ear drum,
which stimulated Henry even more.  Henry laid Jay down on his bed.

"Can I kiss you?" whispered Henry.

Jay nodded and blushed.

Henry kissed Jay's lips and cheeks.  Then he licked and sucked Jay's
nipples, just like he had done to John a long time before.  Jay made
another slight moan.

"How do you feel?" asked Henry.

"Oh, a bit ticklish, but it feels good," said Jay.

Jay's answer made Henry feel like he went back to his teen years, together
with John.  He rubbed Jay's little, erect penis, and the other hand
caressed Jay's flat chest and belly, feeling the tenderness and softness of
his skin.

Jay felt that his own body was getting tense.  A strange and wonderful
feeling was overwhelming all of his body.  He couldn't stop moaning.

"Uh... Oh... Henry... what's this feeling?  Oh... it's so wonderful..."

Henry just let his desire carry him away without thinking of anything else.
His hands kept rubbing Jay's little penis and touching Jay's wonderful
body, his lips kissed Jay's belly, nipples, and lips, his nose smelled
Jay's smell, his cheeks rubbed Jay's soft and tender skin.

"Oh... uh... oh..."

Jay's moan kept stimulating Henry.  Henry felt that his penis had been
stretched to the limit.  He never expected that such a small boy could
stimulate him so much.  Though John was about Jay's age at the time, they
were just curious about each other's body.  Henry couldn't bear anymore.
He tried to put his fully erect penis in between Jay's thighs, hoping to
ease it up.  However, he got a counter effect.  The soft skin of Jay's
thighs made Henry's feeling even stronger.  Henry felt that he was about to
explode.  He pulled out his penis hurriedly.  At that moment, a lot of
warm, creamy liquid shot from his penis.  Soon Jay's belly, chest, and even
his neck were full of Henry's milk.

Henry released Jay and lay down beside him, gasping.  Jay felt relaxed and
gasped too.  After a few minutes, Henry felt that his reasoning finally
came back to his mind.  He blushed deeply again.

"Uh... I... sorry.  I shouldn't have done that to you..." murmured Henry.

"Why sorry?  I felt so wonderful.  Just like we were both flying on the
rainbow together."

Listening to Jay's comments, Henry smiled.  This boy was really a talented
poet.  No wonder he could write so many pure and touching songs.  He felt
himself relax.  The sense of guilt that he was afraid to hurt Jay vanished.
He hugged Jay tightly.

"Last night you were hugging me when sleeping.  I thought about how
wonderful it would be if you are my brother..."

"I also wish to have a brother like you, to let me lean against your chest
and rest..."

Henry smiled.  He recalled some thoughts from the night before.

"If your female fans knew that I have had sex with you tonight, I will be
cut into pieces by them."  Henry pretended to be very afraid.

"Don't worry, I'll protect you," said Jay, again as if he was already an
adult.

Henry laughed.  He kissed Jay's nose.