Date: Sat, 3 Nov 2001 06:19:40 -0500 From: C. E. Jordan Subject: THE VILLAGE BOY - Part10 The Village Boy c.e._jordan@mailandnews.com 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. _________________________________________________ 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....)