Date: Sun, 07 Oct 2001 18:41:17 -0400 From: Tom Cup Subject: Kevin - Series Chapter 4 Kevin by Tom Cup Copyright 2000, 2001 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 youth/youth or adult/youth 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. 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Once again, thank you for your support, and as always, your e-mail is much appreciated. ************************************************************************ To support this and other stories by Tom Cup, join the Tom Cup Library at: http://tomcup.iscool.net *********************************************************************** Kevin Chapter 4 By Tom Cup When finally I came to my senses I realized Tony was up and getting dressed. "What's going on?" I asked. Tony smiled at me and said, "I got some business I have to take care of. You'll be all right here, right?" I nodded but didn't like the thought of being alone. I must have looked worried because Tony came over and sat on the bed with me. "Look," he said, "Haven't I taken care of you?" I nodded. "You scared I'm just gonna up and leave you somewhere?" I hadn't known until he asked but that was what I was afraid of. I nodded again. "You know," he continued, "believe it or not, there aren't many boys like you. I mean, how do I say this, a guy like me isn't really lucky enough to find a boy like you that wants the same things I want. You seem too. At least I hope you do and aren't doing this just for a place to stay." "I like the things we do," I said looking up at him. He smiled at me and said, "I like them too. So let's make a deal. If you get tired of me, you'll let me know. You won't just up and disappear one day. As for me, I promise that I won't disappear on you, either. I'll take care of you as long as you want me too." "Everyone says that," I said frankly. "What do you mean?" Tony asked. I started to cry; I couldn't help it. Tony held me and with a little laughter in his voice said, "Come on, you can tell your dear old dad." "That's what I mean," I said between sobs, "I do everything they tell me to and they still leave!" I told him about the men in my mom's life; how many of them weren't really interested in my mom but in one of us kids. Most of the time it was me. I had learn early on that if you wanted the guy to stay around then you let him touch you, fondle you, do whatever he wants to do to you. Sometimes they were really bad guys. They would beat the shit out of you just because they could. I hate those kinds of guys. Some of the guys were really nice, though, and would hold you on their laps or hug you. A couple of the guys use to come in the room to "tuck me in " at night. They would fondle me and I would get these wonderful feelings. I would have done anything if just one of them had stayed with us, taken care of us. But something would happen and the next thing you would know they would be gone with mom returning to her bitchy abusive self again. I got most of the beatings. I guess it was because I was the oldest. I always tried to be extra good. I always said "yes, ma'am" and "no ma'am." I always did my chores as soon as I got home from school. I always cleaned up any mess my brothers or sisters made before mom found out. I was always the first to get whipped. "And Chuck?" Tony asked with a frown on his face. "He beats me," I answered, "He says he hates fucking kids." I started sobbing so hard it was hard to breath. "What... did I... do... wrong?" I cried. Tony held me. "Jesus kid," he said, "Nothing. Not a Goddamn thing!" He got up and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. "Yeah, it's me. Yeah, I'm in town. Just got in. But something's come up. I'll stop in tomorrow? Yeah, it's that fucking important." I looked up at him and noticed that he had turned to look at me as he made the last comment. I jumped up shaking my head. "Hold on a minute," he said to the person on the other end and covered the mouthpiece of the phone. "I know what you're going to say, kid: `It's OK. I'll be fine.' Yeah, and then you'll suck it up like you always do. You're tough kid but you're a kid, and it's about time someone took care of you," he said. "But I don't want you to be mad at me for missing your meeting," I protested. "Exactly," was his only reply and he continued the conversation he was having on the phone. "Listen," he said, "I can't ..... I know, I know, I know. OK. There's one other thing. My kid's with me. I got'ta bring him along. Come on Marie, don't give me a hard time. I'll explain when I see you. OK. OK! See you in a couple of hours." He hung up the phone. I was flabbergasted. "OK, now we are at the point of no return," Tony told me, "If you go with me tonight, it will mean that you are my son. Part of my family. There will be no turning back. No going back to that shit hole of a row home you use to live in Philly. I will take care of you no matter what but I expect what we do when we are alone to remain a private matter. Do you understand?" I nodded but said, "I'm scared." It was the first time in my life I could remember honestly telling anyone what I was feeling. Tony laughed and replied, "From this day forward, kid, you have nothing to be afraid of." We drove from the city to the suburbs of Chicago. I was amazed by the tree lined streets, manicured lawns, and the gated houses we passed. Tony was laughing silently as I looked from him to the last house we passed. I didn't know what to ask, what to say. At last we turned right on to a street that ended in a huge iron gate. "Hand me that remote in the grove box will you?" Tony asked. I found the remote quick enough and handed it to Tony. One point and click later the gate began to slid open. "Woooowwwww, " I said in awe and Tony laughed out loud. We circled a huge driveway and stopped in front of the roman-greco main house. Before I knew what was happening, two men in tuxedos were opening my door, and Tony's. "Welcome home, sir," the oldest of the two said. Neither looked at Tony or me. "Leave the bags," Tony said, "I'll be leaving in the morning and make arrangements to have my son's room prepared." "He was expected, sir." was the reply as the younger man moved around to sit in the driver's seat and drove away with the car. "If I may be so bold, sir," said the older man as we started up the steps to the main house, "Perhaps a fitting for the young master?" "See to it," Tony replied. "Very good, sir," the man answered. I looked at Tony wanting to know what they were talking about. He smiled shyly at me and winked. I would have to wait to find out what they meant. Tony stopped abruptly at the door and with his right arm stopped me as well. The old guy moved forward, more graceful than I thought he could, and opened the door for us. There was a huge entry way in front of us and steps that curved gracefully upward: to either side of us were arching doorways that led to who knew where; the floor was of checker board gray and white marble; the walls lined with some dark wood and there was classical music coming from somewhere. "Uncle Tony!" The voice took me by surprise high above us. I looked up to see a teenager, maybe seventeen but gorgeous beyond belief, looking down at us. He scrambled down the steps and almost leapt into Tony's arms. "What'da ya know kid?" Tony said lifting the teen off the floor and twirling him around. "Well, well," came another voice, controlled, seductive, commanding. I looked up again and strolling down the stairs was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I mean it! I think I stopped breathing I was so in awe of her. Her eyes never left mine as she spoke, "So Tony are you going to introduce us?" Tony dropped the teenager in his arms and bowed as he said with a wink to me, "Marie Teresa Bolognia it is my pleasure to introduce to you my son, Kevin Antonio." I looked at him and he smiled; I would have to ask him later about this also. "And this," he said turning to the teenager, "is my name sake, your cousin Antonio Michaelangelo Bolognia. He will take good care of you." "Kevin?" said Marie not taking her eyes off of me. "It is a delicate matter," Tony responded. Marie smiled at me. "Welcome," she said turning and taking Tony's arm; she departed in whispers with him. "Come on," Antonio said, "I'll show you to your room." Please send comments to: tom_cup@hotmail.com