Date: Sat, 23 Nov 2002 04:53:57 -0500
From: C. E. Jordan <c.e._jordan@mailandnews.com>
Subject: Village Boy - Part 14

The Village Boy
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>From last episode:



     Jer pulled away and for a moment looked down
at me with a tiny self-satisfied smile. I began to
drag him back down to me because I was thirsty for
more of him...of his sweetness. But he resisted,
"I got an idea...you wanted tea, I'll give you tea.

     His eyes were alive and a little brighter than
usual. What trick was he planning? I wondered as he
reached for the tea cup from the side of the bed.
Jer filled his mouth with the remaining bit of fragrant
liquid, and with great care, leaned over to seal his
lips back to mine. I guessed now what it was he
intended to do and opened up again to my love as he
fed me warm mint tea directly out of his mouth. I
was devastated by the intimacy, the sensuality of
this simple sharing. It was like nothing I'd
ever experienced.
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            THE VILLAGE BOY - Part 14



      "...Night and day, you are the one...
   Only you beneath the moon and under the sun...

                       ***


   Jer subsided back onto the bed, quietness again
overtaking him. He cuddled up as close to me as he
could get, curling his slim legs around mine. It was
obvious he needed the intimacy of this moment--the
comfort. So, instead of pressuring him into the
grittiness of actual sex, once again I pulled back
against the force of our onrushing drive, slowing
down our combined push toward that ultimate release
in each other. For a while I simply held Jeremy,
stroking and caressing him all over as he stretched
and luxuriated in my arms. Then he moaned and raised
his hips, wordlessly encouraging me to peel away
the baggy Jeans from his willowy body. His underpants
soon joined the jeans in a pile on the floor next
to the bed.  For a few minutes he just lay quiet,
limbs abandoned, like a doll carelessly tossed
there.  Silently basking under my hot gaze, he
returned my stare while I remained frozen, totally
dazzled by the innocent offering of his naked
beauty; eyes, nose, parted lips, trembling chin,
tiny twin blushes of nipples, assertive belly-button,
and his sex, swelling half-alert and moving slowly of
its own accord. To me this boy was perfect.

     Eventually, his warm body relaxed back into my
arms, skin sliding against bare silken skin.

     "Just hold me Charles." Jer's voice was barely
audible, for his head lay pressed against my heart
that was beating regularly now. Somehow, at this
place and time, this was enough. He turned his head
for a moment to softly plant a kiss on a nipple and
again on my naked chest. And that gesture seemed
unbearably intense amidst our poignant intimacy. I
suppose we could have gone ahead and had rocks-off
sex, Jer certainly wouldn't have objected, but I
decided that what we were doing at the moment was
one of the highest forms of `making love'. It was
really a way of learning to negotiate the subtleties
of that unknowable `thing' which bound us inextricably
to one another. All of this was still slightly
confusing and new to me, but I think with each
encounter, we were beginning to understand each
other's sensitivities and desires in a most
profound way.

     Jeremy faded into sleep with his back
spooned into the front of my body. His hand
gently stroked mine, which was wrapped not
moving, around his hot, hard, young penis.
Half gone, he murmured sleepily, "...going
to see Kevy tomorrow, `kay?

     "Sure baby, sure...

                    ****

     Sunlight streamed through the wide-open
windows of the bedroom and fell directly onto
my face. The brightness illuminated my closed
eyelids transforming them into blood-red
screens. I opened up cautiously, blinking awake
to a brand new day. I sat up remembering. Jeremy.
But he was already gone from my bed. On cue,
the bedroom door swung open and Jer entered.
He was a spectacular vision wearing only
underpants. His long hair was loose and swirled
about his body. Um...okay, maybe the `swirling'
part was in my own romantic imagination, but
I think `spectacular' is definitely the right
adjective.

     "Hey sleepy-head, it's gettin' late...you
gonna get up or what? It's already after nine.

     "Well, baby, don't you know old folks like
me need our rest?" I joked, moving to sit at the
edge of the bed. I yawned and stretched getting
the sleepy kinks out of my body. Jer unexpectedly
attacked, jumping into my arms and knocking me
back flat onto the bed. He was silent for a moment
then started laughing, "You might be kind of old,
Charles, but at least one part of you is not...

     I realized that the way he was laying,
practically on top of me; he could feel my morning
hardness pressing directly against him. He moved
a bit, rubbing himself against me. I wrapped my
arms around him, "Uh...Jer, I thought you wanted me
to get OUT of bed, not back in it." He smelled
fresh and sweet. He must have just had his morning
bath. Teasingly, he thrust against me a few more
times then rose up on his elbows to look me in
the face, "I don't mind if *WE* stay in bed all
day...but our breakfast is getting cold.

     "What? You...cooked breakfast?

     "Sure. Don't you think I can cook? I made
breakfast a lot of times at home." By now we were
sitting together at the edge of the bed, my arm
around his slim waist and his right arm around
my neck.

     "Let's eat in here Charles, you go ahead and
take your bath while I bring the food in here.

     "Okay sir," I said standing up, "I will go
piss and get a quick shower and then I'll be
right back for that breakfast.

     In the bath it took a lot of willpower to
ignore the enflaming desire that persisted in my
body even after the morning pee and a rather
cold shower, but I managed to succeed in keeping
my hands off myself.

     As I quickly toweled dry, the door pulled
open and I turned to see Jeremy standing there,
watching me. "Um...breakfast is ready Charles.

     "I'll be right there J." But he remained
standing at the doorway silently appraising my
nakedness. I wasn't ashamed, but I felt vaguely
self-conscious. My own slim body was almost as
smooth as his, with no particular body-hair to
speak of, except under my arms and above my sex.
So I pretended to ignore him and didn't try to
cover myself. J waited until I wrapped the towel
around my waist then he entered the bathroom.
Some nameless something kept him standing there
wordlessly looking up at me...his dark Oriental
eyes were slits...unreadable. And suddenly, it
seemed only natural to take him into my arms
and kiss him, fully, honestly, deeply...

     This time the force of our intertwining needs
could not, and would not, be restrained. My towel
disappeared together with Jeremy's underpants.
Our intimate upright wrestling rolled us along
the cool pale peach walls of the bathroom. We
stumbled over the commode and collapsed clumsily
to the floor. Jer giggled. Then it was touch, touch,
stroke, and consuming mouths. His inarticulate
gasping asked--no, demanded--a fitting
resolution...this time.

     Tender flesh yielded all too easily to the
pressure of fingers and lips that traveled up
and down and all around investigating dimples
and plains, swellings and creases. This was a
further urgent exploration of the sensitive and
increasingly familiar topographies of our bodies.
In the sweet humid air of the big bathroom,
we set fires and staked our claims on our
favourite bit of new territory...

...and as I held on to Jeremy's hips, his young
body arched away from the floor. He pushed and
pulsed and throbbed wetly deep inside my throat.
But a moment later, with his arms still wrapped tightly
around my own naked thighs, he never pulled away
when I exploded into the heat and moist suction of
his mouth.

     We both collapsed for a moment to catch our
breaths, then Jeremy reversed himself so we could
snuggle together on the hard floor. The feel of
his long black hair momentarily trailing between
my legs as he moved, caused my super-sensitive body
to shudder briefly. Then we were face to face, kissing
again, the distinct but indescribable erotic flavours
of boy and man mixed on our tongues.

     "Wow!" Said Jeremy, from within the circle of my
arms, his face seemed somehow lit from the inside. I
could tell that at this moment he was completely happy.

     "Yeah, baby...'wow' is right." I laughed a little
bit. "I guess we don't need to eat breakfast now, huh?"
The boy stood up, "Oh no, speak for yourself. I am still
starving." He grabbed my hand and pulled me into the
connecting bedroom.

     "Ta daaa!" Jer announced with a flourish, as he
uncovered a breakfast tray containing golden French
toast, Orange Juice and a pot of water, still hot, to
make tea for me. He also had corn flakes and milk for
himself. I was pretty impressed...especially with that
French Toast. It was perfect.

     "Well, Jer.... this is not bad at all... actually,
it is great.

     He beamed at me with pride as he took a taste of
the milk he was about to pour on his cornflakes.
"Ugh!!.... ah... um... I'd better go wash that *other*
breakfast out of my mouth before I eat this. And he
jumped up and ran off to the bathroom with my laughter
following him. But for me, the Orange Juice was pretty
effective in washing down that first, `breakfast' as
J called it.

     Soon he was back and promptly inhaled his cornflakes,
then he proceeded to help me eat most of `my' French
toast. I couldn't help laughing at him. "What? I need
a lot of energy for... um... *things*...

     "Things? Like what?" I asked just to tease him...

     "Oh, you know...." he said lifting his chin in the
air and looking at me slyly out the corners of those
lovely eyes.

     The phone started ringing. We both ignored the
insistent sound and let it ring for a while. Perhaps
neither one of us wanted to break the spell of this
special morning; until now the real world of outsiders
had been only a distant murmur of traffic beyond the windows.
But we had to answer this call, it could have something
to do with Eliza.

     "I'll get it." Said Jer finally, and ran across
the room to answer the phone.

     "Yaw?" Jeremy's voice had an impatient tone to
it. But then a smile broke over his face, "Kevin!
Hey Kevy... dude, what you been up to? I was just
thinking of you yesterday............... oh, she's
doing alright...... no..... yeah..... um... I think
so...... okay, I'll ask Charles...

     I looked up at him and nodded before he asked
anything. Jer beamed at me. "Yeah, Kev... I can come
today... okay, I'll call you back in a little while
and let you know, okay? Alright, bye...

     Jeremy walked slowly back to our breakfast table
and didn't say anything. "I guess that was Kevin, huh?

     "Yaw.

     "So... you want to spend today with him?

     "Uh huh... it's only been a couple of days really,
but it seems like such a long time since I've seen
Kev... so much stuff has happened, we haven't had a
chance to catch up or nothin'...

     "That's alright Jer, I'll take you to see your
Mom for early visiting hours, then the car can take
you to the Village. Call them when you are ready to
come back home...or...are you gonna stay over?

     "I dunno...may I?

     "Kevin's your friend, you can stay overnight with
him if you want to...as long as homework's done and it
isn't a school night.

     As I uttered those last words, I couldn't help
feeling totally weird. All of a sudden I'd switched
from lover and friend to `dad'...and that was a
disjunction that made me very uncomfortable. Did I have
the right to make such rules? Jeremy had stopped chewing
and gazed steadily at me. I suppose he sensed my confusion.
Just before he cleared away the breakfast things he
smiled, and without a word, came around the little table
and hugged me.

.... To be continued >>>