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A SONG OF SILENCE, part two out of three
by Marin Giustinian
Jeremy tried to tell his mother about his experience, but the words didn't seem to work. She smiled and simply said, "I'm glad for you. You don't have to tell me everything. I can feel it if you're happy or not... That's enough for me."
"You're right, Mum. Sometimes words just don't work, do they?"
She tilted her head and smiled. "Did you learn that pearl of wisdom from your new friend?"
"That and a lot of other things..."
"As I said, as long as you're happy, and true to yourself, then that's all that counts."
"I'm going back out and look at the stars some. By the way, I need to cut some wood for Ivan, like I promised."
"Perfect!"
She gave a good-night kiss to her growing son and retired.
After working up another sweat in the woodshed, he went down to the rose garden and sat outside on the cast iron bench. The roses exhaled their fragrance in the night breeze, making Jeremy feel a little giddy. Ivan was still on his mind.
He tried pulsing his perinea some. It made him smile. Then he revised his chakras, repeating aloud as he touched himself, "Root chakra and earth, sex chakra, water and creation, abdomen chakra, fire and force, heart chakra, air and love, throat chakra, exchange and sound, forehead chakra, understanding and light. And then there's the crown... the spirit... Good God, that's as vast as the night is beautiful!"
He sighed, gently brushing his lips with the crimson rose he had plucked when a shooting star surprised him. He stood, yawned and, talking again to himself, said, "Guess I'd better go to bed! Dawn's really early this time of year!"
In the East, the sky slowly became a glowing vault of pastel pink as daylight urged the night away. It was going to be another hot day. Ivan was up. He had lit his last batch of wood in the stove and the kettle had just begun to hum when he heard a crash of cut wood falling. Jeremy knocked on the door. His smile smelled like toothpaste.
"Good morning! Again, a beautiful day!" he exclaimed, "I dumped the firewood on the ground next to the wagon."
"I heard you! Thanks again. You look in great shape this morning. Sleep well?"
"Like a stone! What's on the programme this morning?"
"Take it easy... Since it's early, we have all the time we need to get going. Tea or coffee?"
"Tea, with sugar."
"I don't have sugar, just honey."
"Even better! And you, Ivan? Did you and Romeo sleep well?"
"The gentle whisper of the water running by was like a lullaby. There's something magical about this place. Romeo's in the woods. His manure is better off there than on your lawn!"
"I'm glad. As for this place, like I said, I come here when I need to be consoled. The tall trees, the flowing water, the air, everything seems to combine to make me feel at peace with the world. I'm so happy to share it with you. I'm sure you feel all that here too," added Jeremy as Ivan poured the tea.
"I'm sure I do too. There's so much turmoil, greed and blindness in the world out there -- at least that's what I felt living in Dublin, then in Paris. This place is an oasis of peace. It almost upsets me. Have you ever experienced something so simple and yet wondrous, that it hurts?"
"Not really, but I see what you mean... anyhow, I think I do..."
"Maybe that comes later on in life..."
Ivan snapped out of his thoughts saying, "So, to answer your question, the programme for this morning will be working on contrasts. But first we've got a little ritual to do. Do you have any questions about the chakras? Did all I tell you seep in?"
"I think so. I looked up the site you gave me on the internet. It made things clear. I've yet a lot to learn... and experience, as you say."
"There's one thing I didn't make clear yesterday. The chakras sort of flow one into the other. The two at the base: root chakra and sex chakra communicate. The two in the head, the light chakra and the crown are nearly the same. The heart chakra, is in the middle. It's our energy of love that radiates throughout the whole body, giving purpose to our action. When I perform, I'm oozing over with love, feeling lust as the power of the earth rises in me, with the awareness and the light of my awakening mind. When these chakras spin together, we're at our best. When just one is missing, feeble or shut down, nothing works. There's a word I didn't use yesterday. It's not a very usual word, but for what we're doing, it's a very important term. What I'm talking about is called 'syntony'. When two or more things click together, harmonise, rise to a level of working as one, we can then say that's syntony happening."
"Wow! You start the day with a super deep concept!" sighed Jeremy as his finished his tea.
Ivan laughed, stood, took the cups and put them in a pail, and said, "Let's go to the water's edge. We're going to 'syntonise' our energies and then began the work!"
Jeremy followed Ivan to the edge of the creek. He then placed Jeremy in front of him. He stooped, dipping his hands in the river, and stood again to gently bathe Jeremy's face. The act was solemn. Jeremy didn't flinch. He suddenly felt a surge of energy as Ivan's dripping hands caressed his forehead, eyelids, cheeks and neck. He felt totally 'recognised' by Ivan. Then Ivan looked down at the water. Jeremy, smiling, hesitating at first, then encouraged by Ivan as he nodded his head, bent down, plunged his hands and bathed Ivan's face just the way his had been caressed.
An oblique hint of sun hit the pond's shimmering surface. A halo of interior silence enveloped the two young men as they lost themselves in each other's smiling eyes.
Ivan then placed a hand on Jeremy's forehead, took Jeremy's opposite hand and placed it on his own forehead, and began to circle his fingertips. Jeremy mirrored Ivan. Ivan whispered, "Light," and then placed his hand on Jeremy's chest, repeating the circular movement. Jeremy understood that he should do the same. After a minute or so, as the energy spread from one to the other, flooding their bodies, now vibrating in syntony, Ivan uttered, "Love," and Jeremy whispered as a soft echo, "Love".
Their breathing had deepened. Ivan took a solid stance, separating his legs and seized Jeremy by the back of the neck. Jeremy did the same. They pulled their heads together, joining their foreheads. With their free hands, they cupped each other's sex and fondled it gently, rotating it in a tiny circular movement. Just as their erections began to fill each other's palm, Ivan said, "Lust." Tightening his grip on Jeremy's neck, he nudged his forehead against Jeremy's. Following Ivan's lead, Jeremy whispered in a sigh, "Lust," and then they both released their stance and suddenly hugged. Jeremy giggled with glee as he sort of wiggled in Ivan's embrace.
"There! That's our Light-Love-Lust ritual, L/L/L -- syntonising our energies like two musicians tuning together their violins. Now, we can begin today's action! Let's go back on the lawn."
Jeremy looked like a gazelle, skipping and spinning on himself, an elf frolicking in the hazy rays of the dawning day.
Their exercises consisted in expressing by contrasts with their bodies. Ivan called out the themes, switching from stooping to rising, closing to opening, pushing then pulling, joy to grief, hot to cold, swaggering to meek, etc. After nearly an hour of doing the contrasts over and over, inventing new ones, Ivan said, "That's enough."
Jeremy exclaimed, "I've never had so much fun! That's really crazy!"
"It does me good to go through the basics with you too. Believe it or not, coaching you helps me understand what I do! It's the first time I experience sharing the tricks and trades of my art with somebody..."
"Well, for a beginner, you're a master!"
"For a beginner too, you're a great learner! Now let's dance like yesterday. We'll begin by holding each other in a hug and let the chakras guide our dance together."
It was close to half past nine when they stopped and returned to the wagon. Ivan fired up the stove again, as Jeremy peeled some fruit.
"How do you like your eggs?" asked Ivan.
"Scrambled together with yours!"
As the days flowed one into the other, their work on physical theatre progressed. Jeremy cut and brought more wood for the stove, neatly stacking it against a tree, near the wagon. He liked taking Romeo out to graze and drink. He especially liked grooming him, making his coat gleam in the summer sunlight. A deep relation was budding between all three!
Outside of their work together, each one went about his own occupations. For Jeremy, he tended the roses and the lawn, helped Mary in the B&B. He also shopped for Ivan when he went with Mary twice a week to the supermarket in Condom. For Ivan, he had his regular chores to do, then he rehearsed, meditated and took long walks in the country, relishing his solitude as a preparation to Jeremy's delightful return.
The week flew by. Ivan met Charles who came by twice. It was market day again. Ivan was ready to perform and Jeremy was proud to be given the job to change the title boards and pass the hat between each sketch. Mary drove them to the village with Jeremy's backpack and baskets to buy more fruit. They put Ivan's easel, title boards, make-up case and thermos in the back and left around nine thirty.
The weather was cloudy. They both feared the rain, but it seemed to not want to fall yet.
Ivan did his act twice during the morning and gathered again a rather plump sum from his enthusiastic audiences. Jeremy was quite proud also to be seen together with his artist friend!
The village mayor was there. When Jeremy passed the hat, she said she would like to meet the mime.
"Avec plaisir. Venez avec moi, Madame," (With pleasure. Come with me, Madame...) politely replied Jeremy.
They walked up to Ivan who was folding his easel. She said how glad she was seeing him there. She insisted on saying that it was an honour to have such a talented young man in her village.
Jeremy replied that he hoped Ivan could stay on. Ivan understood what was being said in French, and added, "Moi aussi! J'aime ici." (Me too! I like it here.) They both thanked her as she took her leave.
"Your performance was great again, Ivan! And you heard what the mayor said! You're really appreciated around here!" commented Jeremy as they waited for Mary to drive them back.
Ivan replied in a very pensive mood, "Yes... indeed... it's good to feel appreciated that much... I could really get used to this place."
Getting out of Mary's car, Jeremy casually said, "You know, Ivan, working on theatrics is fun, but what I'd like to deepen is our free dance together and the chakras. Can we explore chakra balancing by massage too? The weather doesn't seem to favour working much outside..."
"If you want. We can see about that later. Let's say around five. I need to rest up some."
"Me too!"
"Wait a minute, Jeremy, listen, I need to warn you... Chakra massage is rather intimate, but if you're not too bashful, we can give it a try. I think you'll like it because the voice is involved too."
"You should know I'm not bashful, Ivan!"
The storm finally rolled in. Distant thunder echoed in the surrounding hills as the sky darkened dramatically. With the impending downpour, Ivan no longer expected Jeremy to come. The wagon shook a little under the sudden gusts of wet wind. Ivan had hitched Romeo to the wagon. He munched on his oats, seemingly unperturbed by the events.
There was a knock on the door as it swung open. Jeremy fell in and locked the door behind him.
"I beat the rain! Am I on time?"
"I'm glad you made it! I had almost given up expecting you..."
"Really? I'd cross hell barefooted to work with you, Ivan!"
"Sorry..."
The inside of the wagon was impeccably tidy. There was even a bouquet of fragrant wildflowers on the tiny table beside a vial of orchid scented oil. A multicoloured afghan spread covered the bed and the curtains were drawn. The half-shaded light distilled an atmosphere of peace, turning the steady noise of the rain, now beating down on the roof, into a kind of hypnotic music.
They performed the L/L/L ritual and then Ivan asked, "Do you still want to experience a massage, stimulating the opening of your chakras?"
"Yes... How long will it take?"
"The complete massage takes about an hour. We can hope that the storm will have passed when I'm finished. I don't want you to have to hurry back under the rain. You'll have to take it easy for a while after the massage."
"All that sounds really serious!"
"It's fun, really... serious fun! Have you peed recently?"
"Just before coming."
"Good. Now undress completely and lie down on the bed... on your back and relax while I concentrate."
Jeremy took off his T-shirt, his socks and sneakers, then stripped off his shorts with his boxers and climbed up on the bed. Ivan was dressed only in his boxers, sitting on the stool, absorbed in his breathing, his back straight, his eyes closed.
He then vigorously rubbed his hands together, stood, wiped his face and brushed his arms, chest, crotch and thighs. He stepped over beside the bed, climbed up and sat on the edge, softly saying, "First of all, I'll give you an instinctive massage with the oil to relax you. My hands will feel the tensions you might have lurking in your shoulders, arms, legs, chest and abdomen. When I feel that you are totally relaxed, I'll then begin massaging each chakra. To wind up the experience, I'll then vibrate each chakra with my voice. As you hear the sounds, I invite you to join your voice with mine, either with the same note, or with another in harmony with it. During the whole experience, try to concentrate on the chakra I'm stimulating. Let any physical reaction happen. If you feel emotions rise, let them go. If I feel you're uncomfortable or unconcerned, I'll sense it and stop."
Jeremy listened attentively, closed his eyes, and uttered, "I'm ready."
Ivan anointed Jeremy with the oil. His hands began to knead the muscles of Jeremy's neck, shoulders, and arms. Whenever he found a little bump or a knot, he gently insisted on it until it was resorbed. Sometimes, Jeremy flinched but on the whole, he slowly began to release himself, his face was serene, lightly smiling as he surrendered to Ivan's hands.
When Ivan began to massage Jeremy's pectorals, his tiny tits hardened. He hummed the pleasure he was experiencing. Ivan moved lower on the firm, youthful muscles of Jeremy's abdomen. Jeremy breathed deeply and sighed. Jeremy then went about massaging Jeremy's long legs, insisting on the adductor muscles in the crotch. His hands brushed Jeremy's balls causing his penis to plump up a little. Before working on each chakra, he covered Jeremy's body with ample sweeping movements, smoothing and soothing him completely.
The massage of the chakras can either begin with the root and finish with the forehead or the other way around. Either way the energy is awakened from the physical body, coaxing the energetic body to become present in the mind.
Feeling that Jeremy was more of cerebral person, Ivan began with the chakra of his forehead. This went on for about five minutes before he moved down to Jeremy's throat, making him yawn. He let his jaw drop and licked his lips several times. He often swallowed. Ivan then fondled Jeremy's Adam's apple. Jeremy sighed, his mouth agape.
Ivan began massaging Jeremy's sternum for a rather long time. At that point the young man reached out, stretching his arms. His hand brushed Ivan's side and let it fall to stay on his thigh.
Jeremy's abdominal chakra was totally open. Ivan didn't insist and moved down to the pelvis. He massaged the pubic mound, making Jeremy's cock fall from one side to the other as it slowly but steadily lengthened, the glans easing out of its delicate sheath of silken skin. Jeremy shivered a little. From the slit of the tip, a transparent slick pearled. Jeremy moaned as the massage intensified. By then, Ivan had cupped Jeremy's balls and while he continued to rotate the base of his penis, he massaged the perinea. Jeremy writhed, spreading his thighs, instinctively inviting Ivan's hands.
Ivan eased off Jeremy's sex and leaned over him, delicately placing his lips on the forehead. Then he began to hum a kind of stridency, making the chakra vibrate at a very high frequency. Jeremy's treble voice joined in. Ivan then covered Jeremy's throat with his open mouth and hummed a tone lower. With that, Jeremy's voice blended and sang, no longer humming. The tenor voice of both became louder, full of colour as Ivan chanted on Jeremy's chest. Slipping over the lower notes of the abdomen, he gripped Jeremy's straining cock and slipped the glans in between his lips. His deep bass voice vibrated into Jeremy's body making him gyrate, and throb. The lad began singing the deepest note that had ever surged from his body as his buttocks tightened. Sensing the forthcoming ejaculation, Ivan grasped Jeremy's cock, placed his other hand on the forehead and then pressing his mouth, singing, on Jeremy's heart, he felt the lad jerk as he spewed. The orgasm was extreme but not violent. Spent, gasping for breath, Jeremy no longer moved. His breathing was deep, his face, placid. Ivan took a damp towel and wiped his hands before sponging the semen off of Jeremy's cock and belly. He slipped off the bed and waited for Jeremy to come back from an amazing experience of self awareness.
Jeremy slowly turned his face towards Ivan and uttered, "I feel so... so alive. Colours are brighter, the sounds around us are clearer. I smell everything and it smells good... You smell good... There's no words strong enough! Thank you! Goodness gracious, I deeply thank you."
"You're welcome, Jeremy. It was a pleasure accompanying you on your voyage discovering yourself."
"Please, can I come back after dinner and accompany you too?"
"Only if you do it with your own instinct. What you have received is now in you. If you desire passing it on, I'll willingly receive it, revisited and channeled by you."
"That's an honour for me, Ivan!"
"I haven't been massaged by other hands but mine for a long time now. Massaging you reminded me of what we experience when we share it. I'm glad you proposed. Now I think it best you dress, don't you? You can't go back to dinner like that!"
"What a shame! I feel so good naked. I feel like I'm dressed with light!"
"You do glow to some extent... at least that's how I see you. You really are a beautiful person!"
"If that's so, know that you are the author of that beauty!"
Ivan pulled back the curtain letting the evening sun flow in and then exclaimed, "Look, there's a rainbow!"
Two hours later, Jeremy was back. The wagon was candlelit. Ivan had bathed and shaved, and scented himself with vetiver and sandalwood.
"You can undress now and let me honour you as you honoured me!"
As Ivan was undressing, he gave his last minute instructions.
"Don't think with your mind, your culture, your ideas. Let your hands think for you. Release your instinct, meditate the elements as you massage: earth and root, water and sex, fire and belly, wind and chest, sound and throat, light and forehead, spirit, etc. I'll try to surrender and experience the life living inside and around me... being helped by you. That's all you do. Let your hands guide us."
"I understand... Can I be nude too? I can't stay dressed while you lay there naked," uttered Jeremy.
"Be simple. Do as you need. Undress. It's important that you feel comfortable. I'll wait for you on the bed," replied Ivan.
In a flash Jeremy threw off his clothes and began concentrating as he rubbed his hands together. He joined Ivan and anointed him with the oil. His pattern of action was nearly identical to Ivan's, except that he was more intense, impatient, less distant.
As he was doing the chakras he was almost feverish. His excitement was contagious. Jeremy moved down Ivan's body, massaging each chakra. While he did that, pressed up against Ivan. His erect cock was soon laying along Ivan's forearm, his balls on Ivan's wrist. He massaged the chest. Moving lower to massage Ivan's abdomen, Jeremy's cock slipped into Ivan's open hand. The hand firmly closed.
As the massage continued, Jeremy was so keyed up that his instinct led him to directly massage Ivan's cock. Then never releasing it, he stretched over and began singing on Ivan's forehead, then his throat. By the time he began singing on the chest they were both carried away on the rising tide of pure lust. Jeremy and Ivan sat facing each other. With entangled legs, holding each other by the back of the neck, their foreheads touching. They jacked each other, gasping, gazing, eyes wide open, breathing each other's breath. Perspiration began to pearl on their skin. Jeremy hummed a sound of honey, of mellow, gentle fire. Ivan's voice danced in Jeremy's chant. And then it came, the silent lightning of ecstasy made them both jolt. Their cocks erupted at the same time. Spent, elated and simply lost in bliss, Ivan laughed and laid back, pulling Jeremy on top of him.
"That wasn't exactly the recommended way to do it, Jeremy, but it was fabulous! Your talent is there... It just has to be tamed a bit!"
"I hope you don't mind my wild side, Ivan..." he said with a coy gleam in his eye.
"Well, not if I have to get used to it," replied Ivan, chuckling.
"Then get used to it! And, look, we ended up with a way to massage each other's chakras at the same time, sitting together, face to face. That could be another ritual to begin the day..."
"I agree."
"Dawn tomorrow?"
"Dawn tomorrow. I've got to go, alas."
As they hugged each other, Jeremy whispered, "Good night, Ivan... and thank you."
"Let me thank YOU, my wild, young prince!"
The following morning, Jeremy said he wanted a chakra bracelet too. Ivan, took a little wooden box out from under the bed and handed it to Jeremy.
"You can make your own bracelet. There's the weaving frame, twine and coloured strands of wool. You just have to weave it respecting the order of the colours. It's just like the rainbow."
From that moment on, they kept two daily appointments. One at dawn for their mutual chakra balance, followed by stretching and jogging barefooted along the dusty roads between the fields when the weather permitted. The other from five to seven in the afternoon when they danced and mimed together or just talked, enjoying each other's company.
The weather had become particularly sweltering, a real heat wave had covered the countryside. Even the mornings were much warmer than usual. One morning, as they were running, the heat of the day caught up with them. Arriving at the lone oak where they usually stopped before running back to bathe in the pond, they were breathless and drenched in sweat.
They plopped down in the grass, side by side, head to tail, propped up on their elbows.
Jeremy exclaimed, "Even my shorts keep me too hot!"
"Well, take them off!" replied Ivan, joking.
Heeding Ivan's word, he did just that. Droplets of sweat glistened in the narrow tuft of curls at the base of Jeremy's elegantly plump cock. Ivan reached over and wiped Jeremy's dripping abdomen, smiling.
"Dressed in just a chakra bracelet -- You're really beautiful like that, Jeremy!"
Jeremy's eyes smiled and fixed Ivan's. He reached over and touched his chest.
"Your heart's still thumping. Mine, under your touch, is racing again..."
Ivan's dark eyes gleamed as he slid his hand further down to Jeremy's now very erect cock. Jeremy's hand did the same and tugged on the elastic of Ivan's shorts.
In a flash, Ivan was out of his shorts. He flipped on his side and slid closer. Jeremy's face was only a few inches from Ivan's sex. He savoured the musky scent and irresistibly licked his lips. Ivan gasped as Jeremy swallowed his cock. He grabbed Jeremy's buttocks and pulled him to his mouth. Thirsting for Jeremy's most intimate offering, Ivan was overcome by that singular lust of feeling living flesh in his mouth. He licked, sucked, hummed as Jeremy instinctively pushed.
Ivan's cock too danced in Jeremy's mouth. Their solicitations increased and the inevitable gush was nigh. Both bodies trembled, legs began to flail, thrashing the grass. Jeremy spewed, grabbing Ivan's cock. Ivan swallowed as he too surrendered his semen, thrusting into Jeremy's mouth as he strove to swallow as much of Ivan's cock as he could. Ivan's semen flowed directly down Jeremy's throat, some escaping out of the corner of his tense lips.
Several birds chirped in the tree overhead. Nothing disturbed the torrid calm. Slowly they sat, facing each other. Ivan reached out to bring Jeremy's face closer. For the first time, they kissed. Their mouths finally met. Jeremy began to hum. Ivan hummed with him. They sang into each others mouths, their tongues dancing together, savouring their most precious fluids now blending into one.
In a world of their own, they walked back to the wagon, carrying their shorts in their hands. They frolicked in the pond, relishing the cold water, cleansing the bits of straw still clinging to their skin. They splashed each other as usual. The joyous remnants of childish fun still triggered their fits of silly giggling. Adulthood had not yet smothered their youth.
End of part two out of three
A free picture album illustrating this story (pdf) is available upon request at maringiustinian@laposte.net.