Date: Sun, 25 May 2003 08:44:53 -0400 From: Tom Cup Subject: Can I Stay With You - A/Y Copyright 2000, 2001, 2002 by the Paratwa Partnership: A Colorado Corporation. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic or mechanical, except in the case of reviews, without written permission from the Paratwa Partnership, Inc, 354 Plateau Drive, Florissant, CO 80816 This is a fictional story involving alternative sexual relationships. If this type of material offends you, please do not read any further. This material is intended for mature adult audiences. Names, characters, locations and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. ************************************************************************ What's New at TomCup.com? 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The parking lot of Safeway was packed with last minute shoppers that had forgotten one thing or another for their family feast. I noticed the sour faced boys being dragged through the supermarket by one parent or another, or pushing over loaded shopping carts. A few even smiled as I smiled in their direction to say it could be worse. I'm sure they didn't know how it could be worse but the exchange of smiles made us both feel better. I was standing at the freezer section, trying to decide whether to go with the turkey or fried chicken dinner -- I was leaning toward the chicken -- turkey during holidays is depressing -- when he caught my eye. He was maybe twelve or thirteen, red hair and pale freckles, plump lips, and brown puppy dog eyes. Where he came from I didn't know. Magically he was standing beside me starting at the frozen foods. As soon as I looked in his direction, his eyes met mine. I smiled. He smiled back. "How are ya?" I asked. "OK. You not gonna have a real turkey?" "Naw, too much for me and I hate turkey sandwiches and shit." He laughed. I fell in love. He was a beautiful boy. I loved his mannerisms, his voice, his smile, and his gestures, his everything. I wanted to cry. This moment would be the best of my holiday, I wanted it to last and I regretted the anticipated ending. "So you gonna spend the holiday alone?" he asked. "Yup. Some of us do." "Me too." It was my turn to laugh. He cocked his head in curiosity. He wasn't joking. He was spending the holiday alone? "What's your name," I asked. "Josh." "Peter," I said, extending my hand, "So how is it that a boy your age is spending a holiday alone?" "Are you a cop?" "Huh?" "If you are you have to tell the truth or it's in... in ... ah...." "Entrapment," I offered, "and no, I'm not a cop, or from social services, the FBI, CIA or any other government agency." "Cool. I didn't think so... you dress better." Again I laughed and Josh laughed with me. But I still wanted to know why he would be dining alone on the holiday. "I'm not a runaway. I have a foster home and they are really good to me there but.... Well, I lied to my foster mom and told her that my Dad called to invite me to spend the holiday with him. Dad did call but to say that he couldn't get in town... I didn't want everyone feeling sorry for me, so I lied. Can I stay with you?" Now it was my turn to be suspicious. "OK, so are you setting me up or what?" "Huh?" "Well, are you a part of a sting? Do you set guys up and report them? Do you...." "Oh! I get it! No. I'm telling the truth. I won't be any trouble, really. I'm supposed to be with Dad for three days, and then he is supposed to bring me back. Stupid huh? I should have said just over night." Josh shrugged. His over stuffed backpack bobbed up and down. I was hooked. We had left the frozen food section. I didn't remember when, or how we ended up standing in front of the fresh poultry. We glanced at each other, at the poultry and then back into each other's eyes. "I guess the appropriate thing to do," I said, "is to call your foster parents. But I suppose, if you wanted to go back there, you would have called them by now." Josh looked worried and then brightened. He nodded vigorously. "OK then," I said, "I guess it's holiday dinner for two!" We decided on duck. The turkeys were too big, and chicken seemed too common. Josh was agreeable to everything I suggested. I could understand his gratitude but I wanted the dinner to be something both of us enjoyed. Besides, I was hoping that after the holiday was over, I could see him again. But he assured me that he wasn't just being polite and that he really did like the meal selection. He proved this when he groaned at the selection of pecan pie for dessert, and then wagged his head at the pumpkin pie. "Chocolate," he said, "Anything chocolate." I laughed and heartily agreed. The glances between us, as we made our way through the checkout line, were a mix of curiosity, excitement, and on my part, lust -- though it was a controlled and cautious lust, and I had no intentions of forcing myself on Josh; he was really turning me on. The looks he sometimes gave me were showed a boy that wasn't all to innocent. His eyes lingered on mine and then slowly scanned my body before returning mirthfully to my gaze. He would wet his lips as he smiled at me, and electric fingers would run up my spine. I told myself I was adding meaning to Josh's gestures that weren't there. He was a beautiful boy and only being himself. I needed to keep my feelings in check. ************ "So Josh," I said, after we had made the short drive to my house and finished unloading our feast from my Subaru Outback, "Why'd you take a chance on me?" "Huh?" "I mean, did I look that pathetic standing in front of the frozen dinners." "Oh," he laughed, "that wasn't it." I slid a Coke across the table and raised an eyebrow to him. He blushed. It grabbed me; that sweet, innocent, `I've got a sexy secret' look that boys possess when they are about to share their inner hearts "Well," he said, examining the Coke can as if it were the first he had ever seen, "I saw you walking around and sometimes you were really sad looking until you saw a boy, then you smiled. So I thought you might like boys and if you did you might take me home with you." My eyes enlarged and my mouth dropped open. Josh's eyes slowly rose from the Coke can to my face. He immediately broke into laughter, pointing his delicate finger at me. My head was spinning. What was he telling me? Was I that obvious in my desire to have a boy? Was he offering himself? Did he know what that meant? I closed my mouth and stared contemplating at him. A note of fear overtook his expression. My contemplative expression was mistaken for anger. "I sorry," he whispered, "I was just fooling around. Please don't make me leave." "I don't want you to leave. I want to scoop you up in my arms and hold you." "You're not mad?" "Hell no! That was the best thing you could have told me but I'm scared that other people may have picked up on my... desire also." "Naw, it wasn't obvious. I just knew though." "So you're OK with that... that I... find you attractive... you know?" He smiled. "I like you too." We finished putting most of the groceries away as we chatted. I learned that Josh's mom had left him and his Dad when Josh was two-years-old. Josh and his Dad had been living together up until Josh was nine-years-old. "That's when some jerk ran a red light and smashed into my Dad. I thought he was going to die. They didn't let me see him for a long time. That's how I wound up in foster care." The accident had been severe enough to keep Jessie, Josh's dad, hospitalized for close to nine months and in rehab for another nine months. He couldn't take care for Josh, so foster care seemed the best option. "He's getting on his feet now," Josh said, "We should be able to move back in together in another six months or so. That will be so cool." "That does sound cool." "What's the matter?" "Oh nothing really." "Yeah there is... I can tell." I sighed. "Well, OK. I'm just thinking that when you move in with your Dad I might not get to see you." "How come?" "Well `cause your Dad lives out of town right?" "Huh?" "You said that he couldn't get back in town. That's why you were spending the holiday alone. He couldn't come and pick you up...." "Oh! I see! No, that's not what I meant. He doesn't live in another town He drives a truck, a big rig." I had finished dressing the duck, as we talked, and put it in the oven. Our side dishes were in the refrigerator and ready to be put in the oven. It was time for pre-holiday dinner snacking and boob tube watching. Josh helped me carry the Doritos, dips, nuts, cheeses and drinks into the living area. We nibbled on the snacks, chatted about the football game that we watched, and waited for the buzzer to alert us when the side dishes had to be put in the oven. I was intoxicated with my good fortune. It was as if Josh and I had known each other for years -- two old friends spending the holiday together. He dozed off at some point in the middle of the football game. I didn't mind. I sat watching him sleep, his long, lush, eyelashes pulsating lightly as he slept, the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the beautiful lines of his body. He was an angelic vision and while he slept I pretended that he was mine. He mumbled, but did not wake, when the buzzer notified me that it was time to put the side dishes in the oven. As I passed him, on the way to the kitchen, I ran my hand over his hair. He inhaled deeply, and contentedly remained asleep. After adding the au gratin potatoes and corn to the oven, I cleared away the snack foods. On my last trip to the kitchen I noticed Josh's backpack in the corner. I had been so elated to have company that I had forgotten about the sleeping arrangements. The spare bedroom had been turned into a computer room but there was a sofa-sleeper in the room. I found extra bedding and was putting the finishing touches on the bed when I heard Josh at the door. "What'cha doin?" "Making up a bed for you. You got to have somewhere to sleep since you're going to be here a few days." "Oh." I wasn't sure how to read that `Oh.' Again I reminded myself not to read my desires into what Josh said. I was blessed enough to have his company and didn't want to do anything that might jeopardize a long and lasting friendship. ************ There was a lot of belching after dinner -- the exaggerated kind that boys do to have a good time with each other, to see who can belch the longest, the loudest, or a combination of the two. Josh was pretty good but in the end I won the game with a deep, rumbling, and lengthy belch that sent my young friend into hysterics of laughter. "Better out than in, I always say," I said, quoting the movie `Shrek.' "I love that movie!" Josh laugh. The next part of our day was decided. Time was moving too fast. I was already dreading when Josh would leave and my home would return to a fortress of solitude. I began clearing away the dishes and attended to the leftovers while Josh started the movie. When I re-entered the living room, Josh was laying on his belly on the couch. He had removed his shoes and socks. They lay, of course, haphazardly in the middle of the floor. The room immediately took on the scent of musky boy. I gathered up his shoes and socks, inhaled deeply, and sighed. Josh laughed. "What's so funny?" "You're such a perv." "Me?" "Yes." "Now why would you say something like that?" "Getting off on the smell of my dirty socks." "And who says I like the smell of your stinky feet?" He pointed to my crotch. No sense in denying it. "OK. So I like the way you smell. Does that bother you?" "No. It's just funny." "Funny haha, or funny strange." He stared up into space for a moment, his lips tight in contemplation, before his eyes met mine. "Funny sexy," he said. I shook my head. I wondered if the kid really knew what he was saying or the effect he was having on me. I put his shoes in his room and the socks in the laundry area. Josh was sitting up on the couch when I returned. I sat beside him. "Josh, you know I could get in a lot of trouble just for taking you in, don't you?" "I know Peter, thanks. Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to you." I laughed. "Thanks buddy, but what I'm trying to say is that... well... I could really get in trouble if... well... If people thought I lured you here... you know... for sex." I blew out a gust of air. I was embarrassed and relieved that the subject had been broached. Josh had made several sexual innuendos and I needed to know where things were heading. Boys sometimes like to simply talk dirty. It's a form of bonding and it was fine with me if that was all that Josh wanted, but I was sensing more. Was I reading my own feelings into what Josh was saying? Or was he trying to tell me that he was open to more than just talk? "I know," Josh said, "It's cool. We don't have to do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable." "Whoa," I said, so eagerly that Josh started to laugh, "Who said that I was uncomfortable about anything? I just wanted to make sure I wasn't getting you wrong. I want us to be friends, you know? I don't want to make you feel like you have to do anything just because I'm letting you stay here." "OK," Josh said, "Can I ask you something though?" "Sure." "Do you like me?" "Yeah man. You know that." "So can I sit with you?" "Josh you can do anything you want." He leaned into me. I put my arm around him and hugged him. For me it was a dream, come true -- to sit and watch `Shrek' with a boy in my arms. ************ Getting to bed was awkward. We lingered in the hall that separated our bedrooms. Josh hugged me, entered his room and closed the door. I could still smell his scent on me from our lounging together. I had thought of showering but wanted to enjoy Josh's smells mingled with my own. I turned to my bedroom with a purpose other than sleep in mind. My cock had been strained the entire day. My balls needed relief. Now that Josh was in bed, it was time for me to gain some satisfaction. I reluctantly stripped off my clothes. I realized that Josh's scent lingered on them. The memory of his warm body on mine, as we lay together watching the movie however played over and over in my mind. At one point he had rested his head on my chest and his hand on top of mine, entwining our fingers. I stroked myself slowly but firmly. I found I could still smell the fragrance of his hair. I could still remember the silky feel of it. The feel of his body's weight pressed against mine, the warm, pungent smell of boy fart that he allowed to escape as we nestled together, the shifting squeezes he gave me, the caresses of his arms, the eye to eye smiles raced through my body as my hand massaged me toward climax; and then there was the knock on the door. "Shit," I whispered, out of surprise and frustration of not achieving the orgasm that was only moments away. I reached frantically for my robe. It was nowhere to be seen. Why would it be? I always slept nude, and rarely wore clothes when I was home alone. "Who is it?" A stupid question. I knew it was Josh. Of course I was trying to buy time, hoping my cock would realize the awkwardness of the situation and deflate. The door opened. Shit. No locks. Forgot about that. Josh's head peered around the door. I hugged the coverings around my naked, aroused, form. "Can I come in?" "Ah... well... sure." I could hear my heart pounding in my ears as he stepped into the room. He was wearing only his tight white briefs. He closed the door. I sat motionless. He shivered. "It's cold," he said, "Can I curl up with you?" "Ah, I'm naked buddy," I shrugged, "Sorry, I usually don't sleep with anything on." "OK," he said, grabbing the elastic band of his briefs, and shimmying out of them. He dove onto the bed, snatched the covers from me and curled up next to me. "That's better," he whispered, "I hate sleeping alone." The warm crevice of his butt cheeks was pressed against my thigh. I released my inhibitions and curled up with him. I had no desire to hide how aroused I was. My cock head played between his legs, caressing his balls. He spread his legs, slid back against me, and captured my cock between his thighs. My cock throbbed between his firm, hot, and elastic boy flesh. "Go ahead," Josh said, "Danny does it all the time." "Danny?" "My foster brother. We share a room." I was listening but my cock was rocking back and forth between his leg, massaging the length between the base of his cock, his balls and his ass. He pushed his ass back against my pelvis. I wasn't going to last long. "We do a lot of sexy things together," Josh said. We had developed a compatible rhythm There was no doubt that Josh was getting off on our sex play as much as I was. I slid my hand down his body. His stomach was tight and rippled. There was a small patch of silky down that led to a rigid, hot, sponge pencil. I grabbed it between my fingers. Josh gasped and then moaned. "I like that," he said. I slid my cock between his legs as I stroked his cock. He coordinated humping my cock and humping my hand. "Tell me more about Danny," I said, steeling myself from shooting my wad too soon. I wanted to feel him cum. "OK. He's really nice to me. And... oh... that feels so good... we do ... oh... a lot ... of things together... Peter..." "Yeah buddy." "Oh... go faster." I obeyed. I pumped my cock between his legs and jerked him off with a frenzy. He stopped moving. His breathing became panting. Sweat melted between us. My cock was as hard as it had ever been. I didn't know which of us would blow his load first. We both were holding on for the ride. "Oh... oh,...oh," Josh cried. His body began to tremble. His cock became nail hard. He was losing control of his leg muscles, though he fought to maintain a tight grip for me. It wasn't necessary. I was going to blow anyway. I sucked in air through my teeth. I pumped with a fury. My balls drew tight into my body. I buried my face into the crook of his neck, kissing and licking the salty wetness I found there. It sent Josh over the edge. "Unh!" he cried. His body jerked uncontrollably. His cock leapt between my fingers. He twitched and writhed in my arms. I held him close, sucking on his neck, getting off on the smell of his boy orgasm, feeling my cock swell between his thighs, my balls engage for blast off. "Oh yeah," I grunted, afraid I was holding him too tightly. I couldn't stop. My body was racked with the explosion of my orgasm. Cum shot from my cock onto Josh's belly and mingled with his own. I continued to pump. Josh melted into me. My body shook as the orgasm overtook me. Josh locked my cock between his legs; his cock squeezed between my fingers, we trembled together. ************ Dropping Josh off at Safeway was the hardest thing I ever had to do. We had three great days together and holidays didn't seem so bad anymore. He promised me that we would remain friends. I was a little worried when I hadn't heard from him in nearly three months. "Hi Peter! It's me Josh!" "Josh! How you been man?" "Good. I'm living with my Dad now." "Well, that is cool. Congratulations man." "Yeah...um... I was wondering if I could ask a favor." "Hey, anything buddy." "Well, Dad's got a long run and, well, my old foster parents said that I could stay with them if I wanted any time Dad couldn't take care of me but... well... you live closer so... and Danny won't be there and it's boring when he's not around. So I was just wondering...." "You're killing me with suspense here buddy." "Well, it would be for two whole weeks." I could hear someone in the background saying maybe three. "Yeah," Josh said, "Ah... maybe three... but if you wouldn't mind..." "Just ask me buddy." "OK, um... Can I stay with you?" You bet your sweet ass you can! ************************************************************************ Send comments to: comments@tomcup.com To support this and other stories by the author, join at http://www.tomcup.com. If you like this story, check out Tom Cup's "Calvin: A Coming of Age Story." Available at Barnes and Nobles Bookstores, Amazon.com, your local independent bookseller, or from Tom Cup.com.