Jacob's Tears 2 Copyright c.e. Jordan, 2000
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. *************
JACOB'S TEARS 2
Sitting there with the shallow water eddying around them, Brandon cradled the boy in his arms worried that his eyes still remained closed. Brandon's dark fingers searched through the wet curls to see if there was a cut or any other damage. Thankfully, he found no blood, only a small bump where the kid hit his head a glancing blow on the rock. Brandon didn't know what to do, so he just held the boy close and rocked him like a baby. He looked into the face now so close to his own, observing how long those wet lashes were, and how red the full lips. He couldn't keep himself from gently stroking the soft cheeks and the warm tanned chest; it was exactly what he'd seen the boy do to himself Brandon realized. He glanced toward the boy's lap, but the kid's hands were there just beneath the water obscuring his view. Brandon looked back to the face and was startled to see inquisitive blue eyes wide open and regarding him curiously.
The boy spoke first. "You scared the shit outta me." His voice was soft and low with a Southern drawl thicker than molasses. Brandon loved it immediately. Realizing he was still caressing the boy, he forced his hands to stay still.
"Yeah? Well you scared me too, I thought you were dead."
"Then it woulda bin your fault, scarin' me like that." The boy's tone was accusatory.
"My fault? What are you doing here anyway, this is my grandparents' property."
"Oh. I didn't know that...I wuz just explorin' in the woods and found this lil' ol' creek and thought I'd go skinny dippin'...didn't think nobody would see me here..."
Right then it occurred to Brandon that they'd present quite a picture should anyone suddenly show up. Here he was, sitting stark naked with a nude white boy he didn't even know wrapped up in his brown arms as if it was the most natural thing in the world. It certainly felt natural. And the blonde kid had made no attempt to move away, so they remained as they were, two kids alone in their own green watery Eden.
"Skinny dipping?...So...that's what you call what you were doing to yourself...heh heh..." Brandon teased.
"Hey, whut you laffin' at, ah'm pretty sure you do it too....uh....don't you? Despite the defiant tone of his question the boy blushed and turned his head. Brandon felt those blonde curls, quickly drying in the summer air, brush against his own cinnamon-coloured skin making him tingle. Ignoring the kid's question Brandon said, "You're lucky 'The Thing' in the creek didn't bite your dick off...what's your name anyway?"
"Jeb..." And for the first time Jeb sat up in Brandon's arms. He looked at the black kid suspiciously, "...uh...whut u talkin' 'bout boy...'the thing'? Whut's that?"
"My name isn't 'boy', it's Brandon...you never heard of 'The Thing' that lives in this creek? The old folks say it's the spirit of a slave-boy named Jacob who was killed by a bunch of red-necks a long, long time ago ... they caught him doin' it by the creek with his white girlfriend...the two weren't much older than we are now...she got scared, lied and said he was tryin' to rape her." Pointing to the old oak overhanging the water, Brandon continued, "They strung him up on that tree right over there; they cut off his hands, his feet, and his dick, and burned him alive. Then they threw his body into the water."
"This 'ere ol' creek? You lyin'!", accused Jeb, blue eyes big and obviously very shocked by the violent tale.
"Suit yourself, but when the kid's family came and searched the lake for his body, they never found it. And they say that a week after Jacob got killed, his white girlfriend, Loreen, was so overcome by grief she threw herself into the water. They never did find her body either."
Totally caught up in the horror and romance of the story in spite of himself, Jeb exclaimed, "Wow! They musta really bin in love wit' each other." His voice was low and husky and Brandon thought of honey being poured slow and sweet.
The pair were still more or less wrapped together; Brandon could feel tender skin rub gently against his own sensitive body, and watching Jeb's delicate damp limbs move restlessly in the afternoon sunlight caused an odd sensation in the pit of his stomach accompanied by an irresistible rising between his legs. Hoping Jeb didn't notice his condition, he shifted position and continued with the story his grandparents had passed on to him.
"Yeah, I think they loved each other, but ever since they died nearly two hundred years ago, any white guy who tries to swim in this creek tends to lose parts of his body...a hand...a leg...or a dick! Ask Ol' Elmer," said Brandon referring to the crippled small-town idiot who hung around begging near the main street grocery store.
"They say Ol' Elmer was as normal as anybody until he was seventeen and tried to sneak a swim here. Nobody knows what happened for sure but they found Elmer bleeding in the woods minus a foot and half-crazy from all the weird stuff he'd seen."
Jeb's mouth hung open as he stared at Brandon, and he automatically put a protective hand down between his legs. He looked around at the creek which was a rather large body of water and cringed. "I already got my head all banged up, maybe I'd better get outta here, huh?
Brandon was sorry for scaring Jeb, and he certainly didn't want him to leave. His arms tightened protectively around the boy. "I think it's okay since you're with me, Jacob's last name was McKinnon, the same as mine. He was a cousin, so I think you'll be safe as long as you're with me."
"You sure?" Jeb still looked worried.
"Yeah, I'm sure, if anybody's gonna bite you, it'll be me..." Brandon growled and made as if to bite Jeb on the neck but just brushed him with his lips. Jeb pretended to be afraid and leaped out of Brandon's arms. He swam away towards the deeper part of the creek. Brandon followed laughing.
The pair forgot all about ghosts and goblins. So they didn't notice the faint smell of smoke that hung in the air. And they were having way too much fun chasing after one another to observe a strange disturbance in the water near the deep center of the creek. They splashed and dived like baby seals; laughter sprinkled up into the air as they grabbed at each other, shouting, teasing, and messing about. Brandon's smooth brown body slick with water slid from under Jeb's pale fingers as he tried to grab onto him. As the late afternoon shadows lengthened across the creek, Jeb and Brandon knew that soon it would be time to go, but neither could bear the thought of leaving the other.
Unaware of the two ancient pairs of eyes watching their frolicsome antics from the watery shadows, Jeb giggled happily as he wrapped his arms around Brandon's neck demanding a piggy-back swim. It was awkward, but the sightly bigger boy complied and swam toward the shore with Jeb in tow. Laboring under his friend's added weight Brandon sank beneath the waters for a moment, and in that brief moment he thought he saw something strange.
"Jeb! Did you see that?"
"Naa-ah...Whut?"
Brandon was sure he saw something...maybe a distorted face...looming right in front of his own! But that couldn't be, could it? He must have scared himself with his own old story. Besides, he didn't want to frighten Jeb again, so he put whatever it was out of his head immediately.
"Never mind Jeb, it was just an old tree trunk...or...something."
They crawled together up onto the grassy bank and collapsed there next to each other. Warm summer breezes dried them quickly. And after a few minutes of lying quietly on their backs, they turned their heads toward each other with yearning in their eyes. Jeb rolled onto his side and threw his left arm across Brandon's chest. Brandon used that arm to pull Jeb even closer. Jeb groaned in submission and climbed right on top of Brandon who immediately wrapped his arms around the slender boy. Jeb squirmed and wriggled as he adjusted his body to Brandon's until his slim hardness aligned on Brandon's fatter one. And he began moving; softly at first, but grinding with increasing intensity. He gazed down into Brandon's face. "How...how come...you're...so pretty?" He gasped.
Brandon whose fingers were making discoveries about the sensitivity and texture of Jeb's velveteen back and the responsiveness of his soft flexing bottom, paused for a moment. "Huh? `Pretty'? You think I'm pretty?"
"Yup...real pretty..." Jeb stopped his rhythmic rubbing and cupped Brandon's face tenderly in his hands. "...like a doll...you're all fine an' brown, but your eyes are all slanty like a Chinese..."
"Well," admitted Brandon, "my dad's family is from right here, but my mom is from Thailand...which makes me a...a...um..."
"Don't care whut the fuck you are...I just want you...I want you sooo bad!" Passion caused the husky young voice to break. In truth, Jeb couldn't have named exactly what it was he needed, but whatever it was, he knew Brandon was the one to give it to him.
Brandon turned them onto their side. "I need to touch you," he said. And he leaned over to kiss the blonde boy's forehead and then the red mouth. His tongue slipped between the parting of Jeb's lips only to encounter pearly teeth and warm moist flesh. Jeb held onto Brandon and breathed into his mouth, and he began to hum with pleasure when Brandon's right hand slid down the front of his body to the hairless warmth between his legs. The dark fingers grasped Jeb's heated pricklet and slowly slid up and down the shaft. As Brandon's fist gradually increased its speed, Jeb thrust his hips faster and faster. Suddenly, Brandon removed his hand causing Jeb to beg, "More pleeeease....."
But Brandon pressed his hand flat against Jeb's belly to hold the squirming boy still in the soft grass. "Wait a minute. Just lay there...I wanna do something for you..." And he turned around to press his face into Jeb's palpitating stomach, kissing it; Brandon's tongue left a cool trail of moisture from Jeb's navel all the way down to where the polished ivory stick pointed straight up toward the skies. Jeb's entire body jerked when he first felt the soft wetness of Brandon's mouth enclosing the swollen head of his cock, then he swooned with pleasure as gradually his entire four and a half inches of rigid boyhood was engulfed in velvet heat.
The pair, too engrossed in their own ardor to really be aware of anything but each other, could still hear birds singing somewhere in the distance, but they didn't notice an unnatural darkness falling imperceptibly about the creek. Small excited creatures scuttled unseen in the undergrowth. There was the sound of a splash from the creek, a frog, or leaping fish perhaps. As their lovemaking increased in intensity, the landscape itself seemed to come more fully alive, becoming something vibrant, wilder--older. Unnoticed, even the worn grass they lay upon grew greener and thick enough to cushion the lovers. Jeb's unrestrained cries and moans floated upward to become a duet with the rushing wind that tossed the tree tops. The boys had no way of knowing that they were lying on the very spot where long ago another pair of youngsters attempted to consummate their tragic love, then died for it.
The wind sighed as Jeb reached out to stroke Brandon's satiny smooth thighs. Jeb was still being sucked and was determined to return that pleasure. Brandon was surprised and delighted to feel himself drawn into Jeb's hot mouth. But he was there only a minute or two when Jeb, finally in extremis, pulled away. As Brandon sought to hang onto him, Jeb sang out, twisting and jerking through the most intense orgasm of his young life--even if he wasn't old enough to have something come out yet. Jeb quickly reversed his position and frantically planted sloppy kisses all over Brandon's face.
He was like an over-excited puppy. "Mmmm....that was sooo good! Oh, I love it! I love you sooo much...I love you Brandon!" There was wonder in his voice at this sudden discovery, this overwhelming emotion. Jeb lay there for a moment then asked, "You cum yet?" He didn't wait for an answer, but exclaimed breathlessly, "Let's do it again...right now!"
And as Brandon's eyes and fingers verified, Jeb was indeed quite ready to go another round. Brandon laughed aloud and took the younger boy into his arms again. They kissed and rolled around intertwined in the thick grass. A sound like thunder broke their concentration.
"You think it's gonna rain?" asked Jeb.
Brandon looked up, "I don't think so..." but why was it suddenly so dark he wondered. It was totally weird. Although the sky looked bright enough, the area around the creek seemed almost like nighttime. The boys began to be more aware of their surroundings, noting it's sudden lush wildness, it's fearful strangeness. All the legends surrounding "Jacob's Tears" came to mind now. And as the `thunder' gained in cadence and rhythm, Brandon recognized the sound for what it was...drums...African drums. And he was afraid. He pulled Jeb close to him.
"Where are our clothes," he whispered urgently, "...we gotta get out of here...now!" They looked all over but couldn't find their clothing anywhere in the nearly alien place the creek had become. The drums were louder now, but the boys couldn't tell what direction it was coming from; the all-pervasive sound seemed to pulsate with the beat of their hearts. The odd thing was that the propulsive rhythms seemed to keep their bodies at a sensual peak whether they wanted it so or not, and they could barely keep their hands off each other.
(To be continued)