Handsome Jewish Young Man

By MaddyA

Published on Mar 17, 2005

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"THE HANDSOME JEWISH YOUNG MAN"

by Madison "Maddy" A. Dante

PART FOUR: HOT NIGHTS

It was a mistake. A HUGE mistake. I Think just ruined a perfectly good friendship and for what? A stupid touch!. I don't know what the HELL I was thinking! Everything was fine...just fine... For two months Victor and I had gotten to know each other and much to my surprise we had become friends. Not the kind of friends who would talk from time to time and not really have a connection, but true blue friends. We were polar opposites and from the naked eye, we had nothing in common or at least that's what most people would think. I was guilty of assuming that too, but over the course of that summer I was proven wrong. He dressed a certain way, but that didn't define who he was just like the neighborhood, as ghetto as it was, didn't dictate the kind of person he was. I had never been to his house before, all though, he would frequently be at mine. I think that he may have been ashamed of where he lived, but I couldn' t be sure. There was no comparison with Livingston and Newark. Newark was a ghetto, in purest form. It was the murder capital of the North East! I'll admit it, I did judge him at first because of that. I had never known a black person before and judging from where he lived I had my reasons, as absurd as they may have been. It was easy for me to believe that he was some two bit thug. The way he dressed, the way he spoke and the braids in his hair just reaffirmed those thoughts. But, that was only from appearance and stereotypes. We all sometimes fall victim to our own ignorance's. Yeah, he looked a certain way, but that didn't make him the person that I assumed he was. Not only was he cute as hell, but he was funny, he was smart and had this personality that always made him seem to shine... .and that was the problem. It was hard for me NOT to fall for him. Everyday it would just get harder and harder to fight it. I'm not stupid, I wasn't about to confess my love for him or do anything drastic like that, it was just...I REALLY liked him. He was the first thing I thought about in the morning and the last thing I thought about at night. I would find myself doing the most random of things like shooting paint ball and I would find myself thinking "Victor would love to do this." See the problem.

It was the last day of work at the site. Victor and I never had to work at the site because we were both underage, but we still got to see the unveiling of the house as it was presented to the new family. The house was beautiful. Two months of hard work and sweat shone in the pristine appearance of the five

bedroom condo style house. The woman who moved in was a single mother of three children and their old house had burned down in some freak fire. Because of her low income, the city of Newark in an effort to give back to the community, built the house for her with the aid of Houses For Hope. It was a beautiful day. Through out the whole summer, she and her family aided in the building of the house, but were prohibited from seeing it for the final three weeks of building so the end result of all the hard work would be a surprise. She and her children were brought to site wearing blind folds. You could see the anticipation that she had written in her body language as she stood nervously. I was standing next to Victor, both of us wearing the horrible peach colored polo shorts that the people from Houses For Hope had given us. The crowd was large and photographers from the local news paper were there. It was a hot and muggy day, which seemed to be the norm that summer. As their blind folds were removed, the looks of joy that ran across all of their faces was enough to make anyone smile. I broke out in a huge grin and I felt Victor nudged his shoulder into mine. I turned to look at him and saw that his smile was wider than mine. I must have stared at him to long because he suddenly looked away and back towards the excited family. I thought to myself "Kyle, you are SUCH an Idiot!" I turned my attention to the woman who had now begun to cry and thanked everyone who helped. It was a really touching moment.

Mr. Saldono threw an end of the summer Bar-B-Q at his house for us to celebrate the two months of hard work we all had put in. He really was a nice man and even offered to give work recommendations for Victor and I. Mr. Saldono lived a few blocks over from my house so my parents drove as Victor and I decided to walk there. The short ten minute walk was spent in awkward silence and I knew it was my fault. Victor had seen the way I was looking at him and now he was freaked. I said it twice and I'll say it again...I'M AN IDIOT! My parents had really taken a liking to Victor, something that pleased me. My parents have a tendency to be a little TOO liberal, but with Victor there was an honest love for him because of the person he was and not just because he's black. I wonder what there gonna say when they find out their only son's gay? My mom will probably join P-Flag while my dad will probably pretend not to mind, but really will.

Truthfully, the work that summer wasn't all that hard and I didn't mind that I did it all for free. The smile that I helped put on that family's face was priceless. Even if all I did was file papers. Victor seemed subdued during the party. Every time I tried to spark up a conversation with him, he would just blow me off. He was probably pissed at me still from earlier.

The party lasted all afternoon and into early evening, with Victor successfully avoiding me. I kept to myself mostly, but managed to have one or two bull shit conversations with people whose names I couldn't even remember. Nightfall had long arrived and my parents, Victor and I were the only ones left at Mr. Saldono's house. The adults were talking about Taxes and other crap that bored Victor and I so I suggested that we walk back to my house. He agreed and we walked the ten minutes in complete silence once again before he spoke.

"Do you think we will still be boys? I mean, now that we won't have to work together anymore?" He asked me, with his tough guy voice coming out of no where. I looked at him sideways.

"Yeah always dude, why you asking?" I replied, truly puzzled.

"No reason." He responded. He looked so sad, his head hanging low. I could tell that he wanted to say something else on the subject, but decided not to.

It was just me and him alone in the house. I wasn't in the mood to be inside so we sat on the porch deck stairs. My backyard leads to a wooded area so it was completely dark back there since the porch light needed to be replaced. Neither one of us said anything as we made ourselves comfortable. He laid down, with his back resting on the deck and his legs on the steps. Although it was dark, the moonlight was shining on his face. His eyes were closed and he had been silent for so long that I assumed that he must have been asleep. I took that opportunity to look at him, analyze his beauty to see if there was something that I had overlooked. He began to lightly snore and I knew he had fallen asleep. The heat does that to people. It was dead silent in the backyard and the sound of his snoring, intertwined with the singing of the crickets. I

don't know what possessed me, I usually have more self control, but I lost it. I just wanted to feel his hair. Strange, I know. It wasn't like it was in the beginning when I was just curious to see what a black person's hair felt like. No, I had long let that thought go. No, this was different. I wanted to feel its softness and be consumed my his essence. Yeah, I know it may not have made any sense, but that's what I wanted to do. I laid down beside him on my side with my head resting in my hand. I tentatively brought the other hand out and touched the end of one of his braids. It was a gentle touch and he didn't stir. His braided hair was as soft as it looked, like touching a cloud. I just wanted to do it one more time. I reached out again and just before I could touch it, his eyes flew open. I was caught, `braid handed'. There was nothing I could do to talk my way out of it. His eyebrows furrowed for a moment and I was just stuck there, stone afraid with my hand stuck in mid air. He rolled over so he was on his side facing me. He looked at me curiously before speaking in that deep voice that soothed me.

"What were you doing?" He whispered. There was really no need to whisper. The backyard was silent and no one else was around. He was so close that I could feel the sharp puffs of his breath flowing down into my face. I didn't no how to answer that . I couldn't tell him the truth, could I?

"Nothing." I said and sat up trying to shake off that feeling of dread. In the distance I heard thunder. Monsoon season was back full force. He sat up and looked at me before turning his attention to the grass in the back yard . We didn't talk at all for the next few moments. My stomach was knotted with tension with the thought of Victor now knowing my secret, knowing how I felt about him. The thunder began to roar louder and louder and I wanted to suggest we go back inside to avoid the inevitable downpour, but I couldn't find my voice. I was too nervous to talk. Sure enough it began to pour and pour it did. The rain came down in buckets. We made a mad dash for the door, both crashing into each other. At first the door wouldn't open and we both laughed. He looked down at me and our smiling stopped. The way the rain ran down his caramel face was beautiful. My black, wet hair was falling into my eyes, but I didn't care about that. The loud crack of thunder broke my reverie and I attempted to get us inside the house.

In the short time we were out there, we had managed to get ourselves soaked. Our awful peach polo shirts were clinging to our bodies. Victor kept lifting his up to squeeze out the excess water; giving me sneak peaks at his smooth, flat stomach. We slipped as we tried to walk on the linoleum floor of the kitchen so we took of our shoes and walked to the linen closet in just our squishy socks as they left our wet foot prints in the carpet. I handed him a towel and he tried to dry himself off. Little droplets of water trickled down his face, glistening from the dim lights of the living room lamps. I didn't mean to get caught staring again, but I did and what happened next totally threw me through a loop. A grin crept across his face as he reached one hand up and took a lock of my wet hair in his hands, twisting his finger around a curl before letting it fall back against my face. I didn't know what to do so I just stood there staring at his grinning face. What did that mean? I thought to myself. I wasn't an idiot, I knew what it meant. He looked at me hesitantly when he saw my puzzled expression, but I smiled to let him know that I understood. He returned the smile and took one step towards me. I took one step towards him. Closer, and closer our bodies met. I looked up at his face and he looked down at mine, partially afraid of what was about to happen and partially excited. I'm not sure who leaned up or who leaned down, but our lips touched. We both pulled back at the sudden and unexpected contact. He stared at me questionably and before I knew what I was doing, I had rushed him again and attacked him with another kiss. Two long months of frustrations set free. At first he didn't respond, but soon he took the upper hand and the passion of our kissing consumed us both. Breathlessly, we broke the kiss. He smiled at me again and as I led him into the living room to sit on her "precious expensive" couch.

Our clothes were still dripping wet from the rain and I knew my Mom would kill us for getting the couch wet, but at that moment I didn't care. Victor and I had a lot to talk about, but we would save all that for another time. At that moment all we wanted to do was enjoy each other's company; we would worry about the rest later.

"I guess you are MY boy." Victor chuckled as I settled into his strong brown arms and relaxed. He began to stroke my wet hair and I sighed with contentment.

"Yeah, I guess I am!" I replied as I turned to look up at him. He kissed the top of my head and smiled as he handed me the remote control. When I turned the T.V. on, the show playing was `Queer As Folk'. I looked up at him and we

both busted out laughing. The irony was not lost on either of us. The summer had been long and filled with the unexpected, but looking into Victor's eyes I knew autumn was going to be very interesting. It's amazing the beautiful things that can happen when we take off our blinds and allow ourselves to see the purity of a moment, instead of allowing it to pass. Life....

To Be Continued

(c) Madison Aysha Dante 2005

A/N This was the original ending, but because of all the readers e-mails I am extending this "short story" into an actual story with LONGER chapters. If this story has seemed familiar to you its because its a reworked version of another story I posted for a writing contest in Comicality's library. The old title was "A Hot Rainy Day" oh, I didn't win by the way LOL!

**I want to take a moment to thank a few people who have really helped and encouraged me with all my stories. Outside of my best friends Ashes, Krismas, (even you Jordan and your non-reading ass) and Beans, I want to thank the wonderfully talented Jo, author of "Angst" for your support and your friendship. I love how we can have "real conversations" that don't always revolve around our stories. Guess what guys and girls, he has a yahoo group now that I think is great. Not only do you get advanced chapters of "Angst" before Nifty, but he has two other wonderful stories there that aren't released anywhere else. You can find the link for his group at the bottom of chapter 25 of "Angst" which was last updated March 16 in the high school section. Thanks to Zuri, author of "Whats Happening To Me" last updated Jan. 8, for your early edit work and support even through "mis-understandings". I also want to give a hello to Kip and thank him for the invite and a special hello goes out to Monchito for your encouragement with my other story. Don't forget to check out his great story "Roses are Red" last updated March 12 also in the high school section. I also want to thank all the wonderful people at my yahoo group, its your support that keeps me writing, no matter how tired my hands get!

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Next: Chapter 5


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