Date: Sat, 15 Dec 2007 06:40:15 -0800 (PST)
From: terry jeff <storiesterryjeff@yahoo.com>
Subject: soul mates in the moonlight 1  high school

Soul Mates in the Moonlight
Chapter 1
Love starts with a smile.
by terry Jeff
December 2007

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       "Love starts with a smile, grows with a kiss,
and endswith a tear." he said to me.  I stared across
the computer screen knowing all too well those words
were etched in my soul.  My heart ached since the last
time, we had could talked together online.

      It was like heaven had brought us together to be
as one.  We would type for hours on end sending
messages back and forth. Sometimes he wrote at the
same time I did.  It was uncanny the number occasions
that would happen. It only reinforced the belief that
we were meant for each other.

        The moonlight was drifting in through the
window, as I continued to chat. It moved across the
floor to the bed with the white sheets.


      It felt like he was there with me talking that
first night, as if  I had  known him all my life. He
understood my needs, wants, fears, failures, and even
my successes for some reason.  How could that be
possible from the other side of the world? He
comprehended me then and continues to do so today.


     I still recall those words we spoke that day we
met in person six months ago.

     We are now brothers: I was eighteen years with
the black hair, the blue eyes, and the build of a high
school wrestling senior in a small town community.
Everyone called me Tee for short.  However, he was
only thirteen years with blond hair and blue eyes.
And, he played rugby and tennis.

    From the very first day that we met we called each
other. However, no one expected little brother and big
brother. However, no one expected that we would
continue chatting for such a long period of time.


       My chat partner took his first rugby test today
to see if he could qualify for the senior boys team.
It is like a beep test. My friend needed to race to a
designated point. Then, he had to rush back.  He runs
to a point. And he runs back.

    "This is for rugby?" I asked

     He nodded his head and looking into my ocean blue
eyes and replied carefully,

      "Running to a point and back is easy."

      He laughed at me and continued, "I am not yet
done talking to you! Be quit! You run to a further
point, and then you return. Repeat the lap, all while
being timed. When you exceed, when you drop below
the limit you have to stop. I did eight circuits
today! The record is ten!

     "Not bad for a young pup like you!"

     I rubbed his shoulders while gazing into those
deep blue eyes of his once more, as he spoke about the
test.

     "Yep! One guy even fertilized the yard a little!"
he smirked.
"Well, if I did that I would be puking from the strain
of that entire run. By God!... Watching the complete
race could be exhausting! But, looking at you is never
tiresome!"

     As I observed him more closely, I replied,
as I looked at him closer saying these words to him.

 "Yes, the running is a killer.  But, you have to do
some things in life that may not make sense at the
time."

He pinched me, as he said that.

"Stop! That hurts!"

"That's the point!... Life does hurt sometimes!"

        As we talked that first time, which for me was
night that first night him was morning that stretched
into his afternoon, because we were on different hours
and him in his afternoon hours because we are on the
opposite sides of the world, our lives began to change
for the both of us.


       We shared secrets that neither one had revealed
to anyone else. A secret world that was hidden even
from ourselves.  But, on that night we trusted each
other and we talked and cried our eyes out until we
could no longer read the screen.


     It was precisely, then, that I knew I was falling
in love with this person who lived across the other
side of the world from me.  How could that be?  All we
had to go on was written words: his and mine!  We saw
no pictures of each other:  Just a trust in our
conversation and the bonding of the spirit that brings
people together.

       I remembered role-playing the scene of little
and big brother.  I had no real little younger
sibling, but here was someone to talk to and confide
in.   A person to whom was someone I could talk too.
This was someone I would be able to tell my deepest
secrets.  Someone I could guide in life through all
the ups and downs, because I had already been there.

      We discussed our horrible pasts: the nights of
being beaten and being raped by a relative or someone
else.  We talked of getting thrown out of our house
and another relative taking us in to be their son.

      We discussed ways to end the abuse that was
going on in our lives, and which had caused so much
pain.  We proposed means to change our lives.  How to
stop the anger deep within ourselves before it would
rage out of control.  No one knew the anger deep
inside us when it rages out and no one but us could
really know, because we are being sexually abused by a
guy who threatened to
kill us if we tell anybody.

      How can we tell others?... What will our friends
think once they find out we have been raped, made to
swallow stuff we never thought we would, forced to put
our lips on places they were never meant to be?

      We chatted about lying down together in bed
while holding and comforting one another, as we talked
and cried.

Sometimes just cuddling and kissing is all that is
needed.  This was something that everyone deserves: to
be held and told they are needed by someone not to be
used and abused!

      The computer screen glistened it lights from the
moonlight spreading across the room.  We are lying
down in bed.  The crickets are chirping loudly.   They
can be heard, as the breeze blows through the window.


      White crisp sheet are on the bed.  The white
crisp sheets were on the bed fresh smelling like our
bodies that lie under them. I can see his blond hair
resting on the pillow: My little brother, as I called
him.  I recline next to my friend the warmth of his
body against mine.  My arm encircles his upper torso:
holding him, knowing him, caressing his chest with my
finger tips' as he moans and pushes back into me.

      He turns looking into my face and smiles.  The
moonlight
sparkles off of his teeth, and I can see the top of
his muscular chest exposed to the light.  My finger
slid across his upper body, as his deep blue eyes look
into mine.

      It is as if the ocean from his side of the world
came crashing into my corner of the earth.  My fingers
continue their journey sliding down his abdomen along
ridges exploring and exposing areas I was unsure to
touch on his torso.  He moaned looking up at me.  Then
my friend leans in to kiss me gently on my lips.


        I return his gesture, but with great ardor!
 I push with passion on his lips.  My tongue moved in,
while he explores mine.  My hand slides down, urgently
exploring his hot body and kissing.  Our eyes remain
closed with our hands clasped.

      We wanted each other.  We knew that from the
moment we first talked proceeding with the love from
that fateful day.  It was now how do we do this with
love that we had already built into our relationship.
Can my lover and I remain united when so many other
fail?  How do we stay together when so many people
fall apart in their attempts at lasting love?

    We finally pull away while breathing hard and
gazing into each looking into each other's eyes.

 "I love you, little brother."

      He looked up with those deep blue eyes twinkling
from the moon light and whispered into my ear,

     "I love you!... You will never know how much."

      I said!  "I realize and you have any idea how
long I waited for a little brother just so I can look
after them.  Someone I could talk too.   A person who
cares about me, and I can care about them.  A friend
to share my emotions, hurts, feelings and experiences
with for as long as time will allow us to do so"

      "You know I wanted to make love to you." I said
as he nodded his head.

      "I would let you, because I know it is love."

      I search his eyes, and I can tell in my heart he
would die for me. I look at him reclining on the white
sheets with my arm under his head: the blond hair
lying in all directions.

      He scoots closer to me, put his head upon my
chest and laid down his hand upon my upper biceps. I
felt his hip against my leg with his upper leg resting
on mine.  One hand reaches up holding his upper back
and my other hand touches his knee that was on my
body.  Soon I hear his breathing begin get rested and
mine also does as the moonbeams tripping went across
the floor to our bed.

     I awake the next morning and my arms were wrapped
with a pillow.  This can't be had I dream this?  I
know I felt that we talked the night away; we kissed
and said we love each other, but he is gone!  The
curtains are closed.  The window shut and locked. I
step on a pair of red briefs.  I still have my blue
ones on!

      The computer screen is blinking a message.

    "Big brother, I love you.  You are so special to
me that you never will know.  You have helped me get
through a rough moment when my life was at its lowest.
 I can't tell you now but sometimes in the future I
will.  I left something on the floor for you."

       I look down: It was the red silky briefs that
he wore.  Unconsciously, I pick them up, bring the
undies to my face and smell them.  The underpants are
his no doubt!

     I turn to the computer and begin to type,


      "Little brother, oh mate, you left me something!
Since
you logged off your computer I will return them when
we meet.  And, little one, you better be ready:
Tonight, my love is all yours!




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