Date: Sat, 30 Dec 2000 19:02:14 -0500
From: C. E. Jordan <c.e._Jordan@MailAndNews.com>
Subject: Jacob's Tears 1

          Jacob's Tears
          Copyright c.e. Jordan, 2000

...as usual it will be nice to know what you readers think....
--thanks.


                                      JACOB'S TEARS 1


          Green leaves brushed across Brandon's face. He ducked and slapped
away the thin branches overhanging the narrow dirt path. A small black bird
created a big commotion as it flew by screeching. It seemed to Brandon that
this year the familiar tree limbs were hanging much lower to the ground than
when he'd last come this way, the summer before. 'Maybe it just seems that way
'cause I'm taller now than I was last year', The thirteen-year-old thought,
and smiled to himself.

          Brandon loved his annual visits to the deep South. Of course he also
liked the excitement and restless energy of living in New York, but his trips
to see his grandparents in the Kentucky mountains were like entering a
parallel world far different from his usual reality. A vagrant breeze rustled
through the green canopy above pushing leaves aside allowing sunlight to
sprinkle down in a shower of bright gold spots; it was just enough to
illuminate the shadowy undergrowth and light brown skin of the boy playing by
himself in the woods.

          Pretending to be a brave African hunter, Brandon slipped quietly
through his `dangerous jungle' brandishing a stick for a spear. He was headed
for 'Jacob's Tears', his favorite swimming hole on his family's extensive
property. But the thick foliage confused him a bit and he paused for a moment
to make sure of where he was. He caught a glimpse of silvery water glittering
beyond the trees only a short distance away and  Brandon grinned. He dumped
his `spear' and stripped off his t shirt as he walked along.

          Brandon could almost feel the cool water lapping at his body and
lowered his shorts past his hips in anticipation. He rounded a clump of
bushes--and immediately froze. Spread out before him just as he remembered it,
was the faintly rippling blue green waters of his beloved swimming hole--it
was beautiful, but not more beautiful than the creature already occupying
"Jacob's Tears".

          Half-submerged In the shallow area near the shore was a boy of his
own age, perhaps a bit younger. The kid lay back in the water relaxed as if he
was in his own bed. He was staring up at the passing clouds with eyes the same
deep blue color as the skies. His pale knees were pulled up so they stuck out
of the shallow water as did his chest. His head, a damp mass of red-gold
curls, rested on a smooth rock that was like a pillow made especially for him.
The pink and gold boy hummed a tuneless melody into the warm summer air. Then,
totally unaware of Brandon's enchanted stare, the golden boy's hands began to
move upon his own body; small fingertips touched his neck, then one hand
floated down to pinch a nipple while the other stroked his slick belly on the
way down to the watery mystery between his legs.

          Finally recovering his senses, Brandon yelled louder than he meant
to, "What the fuck are you doing boy?"

          "Aaagh!!" The startled kid cried out in alarm. He tried to get to
his feet, but the water sucked him back down. Again he tried to rise, but with
arms and legs waving wildly in the air, he crashed back into the water making
a big splash.

          Brandon doubled over, almost peeing himself with laughter, until he
noticed the boy wasn't moving. In falling the kid hit his head on the same
stone he'd used for a pillow and was stunned. Brandon tossed his t-shirt to
the ground, dropped his shorts the rest of the way, and ran into the water.
His willowy body was now as naked as the blonde boy.

	(To be continued)