Date: Sat, 3 Nov 2001 06:19:40 -0500
From: C. E. Jordan <c.e._Jordan@MailAndNews.com>
Subject: THE VILLAGE BOY - Part10

The Village Boy
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Copyright c.e. Jordan

From last episode:

     We left the store with a lot more things than I expected to
buy. Jeremy felt guilty and kept saying, "I really don't need to get all
this stuff, maybe I should take them back..."

     "Don't be silly, school will start soon, and you'll need all this plus
a lot more stuff. Relax, I love buying things for you." He reached for my
hand as was his habit and squeezed it.
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			 THE VILLAGE BOY - Part 10


     The day, spent mostly in the media room with movies, the internet, and
playing lots of music, went quickly. Eliza even ventured in and stayed to
listen to music until she tired and went back to bed. Finally, it was
bedtime for Jeremy too. His room was as expansive as the one his mom was
in, there was even a small living room-like set up. But Jer balked at
sleeping in there. "It...it's too big." he said. "Um...could I sleep with
you?"

     I had to say that was an appealing idea, but I didn't want to take
advantage of this situation. "You know I'd really like that Jer, but it
probably wouldn't be right...at least not at this time."

     He pouted adorably, but I hardened my heart and didn't give in. But
alone in bed I tossed and turned thinking over everything that had
happened.  And thinking of Jer being so very close to me, yet so far away
made me even more restless. The intercom chimed. It startled me since I'd
never really used it before. I pressed the button. "Charles?" said the
small voice leaking out the speaker, "You sleeping yet?"

     "Not yet baby." I laughed. "And if you don't leave me alone, I never
will sleep." There was silence for another ten minutes, then came the now
familiar chime, "Yes, Jeremy?"

     "Goodnight...........I love you."

     "Goodnight Jeremy," I laughed again, "and I love you too." But I
decided to play his game. So, before he could buzz me again, I rang
him. There was a little pause; he was probably figuring out the correct
answer button, "Hey!" he said finally.

     "Goodnight Jer."

     "You woke me up just to tell me that?" He pretended to be
outraged. "Go to sleep right now mister!" he said sternly. So I sincerely
tried to do so. About thirty minutes later, I was, at last, half asleep
when I heard the connecting door click open. I couldn't hear Jer's
footsteps on the soft carpet, but I could see his shadowy figure moving in
the glow from the windows. I didn't budge, but my half-closed eyes widened
when Jer dropped his shorts to the floor in the middle of the room before
creeping totally nude into my bed.  I thought...well...actually I couldn't
think at all as his warm body snuggled up to mine. His arm wrapped around
me and he sighed contentedly. I grasped his hand and pressed it to my
lips. "Hey baby, couldn't sleep?"

     "No. You?"

     "Not really."

     I wore only a short pyjama bottom. Normally, I slept nude. Somehow, we
negotiated a new position where he was in my arms and his legs were
entwined with mine. It felt like the most natural thing. Then Jer suddenly
rose up and rolled onto my body trying to establish a more intimate contact
between us. Now I could feel the whole of him, soft and hard, pressed into
me.  Hovering above, his hair draped and drifting around my head, I
suddenly remembered my dream from that day I set out to find him. Jer was
in exactly the same position as in my dream...but this was very real. There
were no dogs barking, and this time I wasn't going to wake up cussing with
a bump on the noggin.  Jeremy lowered his own head and our lips met,
tender, then rough and hungry.  Our mouths opened up and took each other
in. He rode my body, passionately rubbing and pressing against me.


                                                       ****

     Jeremy dropped back onto the bed and lay quiet, a preoccupied look on
his face. "Charles, am I weird?

     "Yes Jeremy, you are very, VERY weird." I laughed out loud.

     "No....no....I'm serious," he said putting a restraining hand on my
arm.  I didn't say anything, just waited for him to continue speaking. He
seemed confused and a little upset.

     "I mean....I didn't even know you and I followed you that
night.....then we.............you know....and now I just sneaked into your
bed. What's wrong with me? I must be nuts....." His voice trailed off. I
pulled him closer to me and held him tight. His body tensed, then relaxed
against mine.

     "Nothing's wrong with you Jer, it's just that you're growing up."

     But it occurred to me that at his age kids are pretty sensitive about
how others perceive them. Boys don't want to be seen as less than a macho
male. Jer must have some conflicting feelings about his sudden passion for
me.  So I continued talking: "Weird just means being `different' and if
you're weird, I'm weird too...and so is Kevin.....and a lot of other
people. Don't worry yourself about it.....you know Jer, there is always
something mysterious about how and why people connect...I don't have any
real answers.....we are just whom and what we are. I don't think we should
torture ourselves about it...you'll soon find out that a lot of other folks
will be glad to do the torturing for us. All I want right now is for you to
be happy....for all of us to be happy."

     Jeremy's arms clutched me tighter. "Charles?"

     "Hmmm?"

     "I don't think I've ever been as happy as I am now....with you."

     He took my breath away. "Do you know how much I love you kiddo?"

     "No...tell me." I rose up on one elbow to look down into the exotic
face of the boy whose long luxuriant black hair flowed over the pillow like
some dense shiny liquid. I wanted to bury my own face in that fragrant
stream, to swim in it. He was so indescribably beautiful to me.

     "I love you J....like...cool sparkling water on a hot summer's day..."
I expected him to laugh at my sappy romantic words. But he didn't. He
practically glowed in the dark. "More." he said.

     His dark almond-shaped eyes gazed back at me through the shadows,
simply trusting me to return in full measure the depth of his love so
innocently and openly given.

     "I love you like......umm......sweet vanilla ice cream that I can eat
up...lick after lick after lick...." And amidst sudden squirming and
giggles I tickled and licked him everywhere: my busy tongue flicked around
his nose, forehead, lips, cheeks, ears, stomach, everyplace I could reach
on his twisty young body.  Then I couldn't help myself, I leaned over and
pressed my lips against the tender mouth of this boy who had changed my
life in so many ways. His arms locked around me. I was drowning in his
warmth...feeding on his desire. I lay half upon him and I could feel him
pressing upward, hard and needy against my belly. I reached down to stroke
the heated scepter between us. Jeremy groaned. I wanted him so much, it was
almost a physical imperative. But I gasped out, "No...no...baby...."
Licking his lips again, scattering soft small kisses over his faultless
cheeks, I gasped, "We can't do this now.....your mom is in the next
room....."

     "I don't care....I....I want it." Jer's voice was desperate......and
petulant--almost a little child's voice, and that helped me break
away. "It's okay my love", I whispered, "I want you too.....more than you
can know, but we will have lots of time for this...it doesn't feel
right....we've gotta respect Eliza."

     "Alright." Jeremy reluctantly sat up and slid off the edge of my bed
where I remained sitting. He picked up his discarded shorts. For a moment
he was a slender dark profile against the purple night glow from the
window. His sex was a horizontal dark bar sticking from his body. I sighed.

     "Come here Jeremy."

     "Huh?" Curious about what I wanted, he approached where I sat. I
quickly wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled his hot body into my
mouth.

     "Aaaaahhh....." Jeremy yelled so loud I was afraid he might wake his
mother. After just one intense minute I released him. The poor boy nearly
collapsed to the floor.

     "Oh god ...oh god........oh god,oh god,oh god..." he kept repeating
over and over until he was just softly mumbling to himself.

     I lay back and pulled up the covers, "You'd better go back to bed
Jeremy, we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow," I said
matter-of-factly. Jer just stood there a slim shadow looking down at
me. "Well, go on now baby.........shoo."

     He went, without a word, walking unsteadily, looking back at me every
few steps. He stopped at the door and looked back one more time, then he
was gone. I didn't know if what I did was right, but I wanted--needed,
to give him something special.....something to distract him from his
troubles and.....something like....a promise.

(to be continued....)