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 them both. 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 respond, but 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 studied 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, back 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 hung his head for a while, then he raised his head again, also looked into Henry's eyes and said, "No, I don't really mind. I can take criticisms. But I really hate that all other people keep 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 promise 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 from different people. To be honest, I don't listen 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 raised his hand to stop 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?" Henry emphasized his words.
Jay stopped trying to talk, just looked at Henry. Henry nodded to him.
"Bill and Bob, who you've met 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 love 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 paying attention to him. He went on with his story.
"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 ours. His dad opened a restaurant for him. So only he has the money and time to go to your concert."
Henry paused for a while, caressing Jay's hair.
"However, we never 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 always either singing or playing music." Henry paused a while, then continued. "Now think about it: When you sang and wrote songs for the very 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 slowly, he nodded his head. Henry smiled.
"That's it. I think your real issue is not if your songs are good or bad, but you forgot the happiness singing and playing music could bring to you. So now, going to classes, singing and facing your fans become very painful for you. Right?"
Jay thought of the unhappy experiences of his classes and practices. He hung his head and leaned his head against Henry's shoulder.
"I feel so tired," Jay said into Henry's shoulder. "I always hoped that I could cry on someone's shoulder like this. But I have had no one to lean against. Recently I've been crying during every practice because I felt so frustrated and tired. However, when I cried I was reproved even more..."
Henry really felt sorry for this little boy. He caressed Jay's back slightly. "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 let it out. If you feel tired, just take a rest here."
Jay didn't cry. He just hugged Henry and put all his weight on the man. 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 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 giggled. 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 seen it, 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 giggled at Henry's confession. 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 easily destroyed Henry's Maginot line. He started to rub the boy's uncut penis with one hand, and touch the boy's little nipple with the other hand.
"Uh..."
Jay seemed to feel a bit ticklish 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 the boy's little nipples, just like he had done to John a long time before. The young boy 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 boy part, and his 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 the young boy's little iron stick and touching his wonderful body; his lips kept kissing the boy's belly, nipples, and lips; his nose kept smelling the boy's smell; and his cheeks kept rubbing the boy'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 the coolness would 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 relaxed. The sense of guilt that he was afraid to hurt Jay vanished. He hugged the boy tightly.
"Last night you were hugging me while sleeping. I thought about how wonderful it would be if you were my little brother..."
"I also wish to have a big 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 had sex with you tonight, I would 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, giving a peck on the boy's nose.
-- To be continued.