Date: Mon, 04 Jul 2005 08:25:04 -0400
From: Rick Lawton <gars6707@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Symon, Chapter 7 (Adult/Youth)

To say I was shocked would be an understatement. Symon was the last person I
ever expected to see in my home again. I didn't know what to say.

"Rick, do you want me to go?" asked Kerry, breaking the silence that hung
between the three of us for what seemed like an eternity.

"It's okay Kerry. I'll be fine. Why don't you head home? It's getting late,
and I'm sure Megan is worried," I said, getting up from the couch and giving
him this big hug. Let Symon think whatever he wanted. At that point, I could
care less. "Thank you."

Kerry hugged me back. "No thanks necessary," he said, letting me go and
heading for the foyer. I followed him and watched him put his shoes on.
"Call me if you need anything," he said as he opened the door and walked
out. I watched him walk down the stairs and get into his car. He drove away
as I slowly closed the door.

I walked back into the living room and saw Symon had sat on the couch.
"Would you like something to drink?" I asked him, still standing.

"No, thanks, I'm okay," he answered. "I'm sorry to barge in like this,
without warning. I just... um, I needed to see you."

How I wanted to be angry with him. I wanted to yell and scream and give him
shit for treating me the way he did earlier. But I couldn't. This kid had
done something to me that no one else had done - he got in. And for the life
of me, all I wanted to do was take him in my arms and make love to him. But
we needed to talk and clear the air.

I didn't say anything. Instead, I sat down on the couch next to Symon and
faced him. He was nervous, playing with his fingernails in an odd way, not
looking at me, staring down at his naked feet. What perfect feet.

"I owe you an apology," he started, still not being able to look me in the
eyes. "I don't know what came over me tonight. I shouldn't have yelled at
you. I shouldn't have treated you that way." He stopped, waiting for me to
say something.

"I appreciate that Symon, and I accept your apology. But I think you know
what came over you tonight, and I'd like you to tell me."

He shook his head slowly, trying to figure out the best way to say what was
on his mind. I sat there patiently, not wanting to rush him.

"Rick," he began, "I'm not sure where to start."

"The beginning is always a good place," I said. He then looked up at me for
the first time since he came over. His eyes were watery, but so damn
beautiful. I had to smile, I couldn't help myself. I had indeed fallen for
this kid. It became so clear.
"You know, I first saw you at the market a couple of months ago," he said.

"Really?" That was surprising.

"Yeah. It was a Thursday night, and I came in to the market to get my pay
check. As I walked into the back room, I saw you in one of the aisles, doing
your shopping." He watched to see if I had a reaction. All I could do was
smile. It was a goofy smile, but a smile nonetheless. He continued,
"Normally I wouldn't have paid any attention. But there was something about
you... something that made me watch you."

"Am I that interesting when I shop?" I asked, trying to lighten the mood.
Symon had gotten very serious.

"Ha... well, you were that night. I couldn't help it. I mean..." he paused,
trying to find the right words. "This is coming out all wrong," he said,
getting up from the couch. I watched him as he walked to the front windows.
He looked outside and said "I've never had a boyfriend before Rick. In fact,
my experience with sex is pretty limited." He continued to stare outside. I
saw my reflection in the glass. Was he afraid to look at me directly? Was he
talking to my reflection? "The last place I expected to find someone who I
found interesting was at the market. Most of the people who shop there
aren't my type, and I'm too busy working to pay any real attention to
anyone."

He turned back around to face me. "But the night I came for my pay check and
saw you... all I could do was watch you. I was fascinated."

Now was my turn. "Fascinated? By me? Why?" I wanted to know. He had piqued
my interest.

"You really want to know?"

"Symon, tell me everything. Be as honest with me as I will be with you.
Please," I said.

"Because you seemed sad, Rick," he said, waiting to see my reaction. Sad?
That makes two people in my life who have told me that. He saw my look of
confusion and smiled, sitting back down next to me. "I don't mean that in a
bad way, Rick. Well, in an insulting way I mean."

I looked into his eyes and saw my own reflection. He had me. He had my heart
and my soul.

"It's okay. I'm just a bit confused as to how you could tell I was sad or
whatever."

"I was watching you put stuff into your basket, and the more I watched, the
sadder you seemed. Everything you were buying was for one person. And the
more you shopped, the heavier your shoulders seemed to become. That's the
best way I could describe it Rick. And watching you... all I wanted to do was
reach out to you, to tell you that you weren't alone, that you didn't have
to be alone." He stopped and sat up straight.

I didn't realize it but I had begun to cry. Just hearing his words,
listening to him describe his first encounter with me, and his first
impressions. As the tears began to roll down my cheeks, Symon brought his
hand up to my face and wiped away the tears. I turned my head and kissed his
palm as he cupped my face.

"So much sadness," he said softly, looking at me, piercing into my soul.
"You shouldn't be so sad, Rick. There's no need."

"Symon," I started, clearing my voice and wiping my cheeks free of tears. "I
don't know what to say."

"Let me finish?" he asked, and I nodded my head. "After seeing you that
night, I knew I had to meet you. I wanted to know everything about you,
where you lived, what you did for work, everything. I saw you speaking to
Jim at the cash, and when you left I began asking questions. Jim wasn't very
forthcoming with me about you... maybe he felt I had ulterior motives or
something. I'm not sure. He only told me your last name, and I looked you up
in the phone book, and found where you live."

Had I become Symon's obsession? Was that what he was trying to tell me
without actually saying the words?

"I'm still not sure why you had such an impact on me though," he continued,
sitting back so his back lay against the cushions. "I was confused, but I
needed to know you. I wanted to meet you. I didn't know what would happen,
or if anything would. But I needed to take the chance."

I had to nod. I felt the same way. Our connection was powerful, it was
clear.
"But I was nervous, you know? Afraid of what I was feeling, whatever that
was. I didn't know what to do. I knew you only shopped at the market on
Thursdays, but I couldn't work that night because of band practice."

So he played in a band. It was the very first personal thing I knew about
Symon. I still didn't know his last name.

"What do you play?" I asked, interrupting his train of thought.

"Drums. Percussion, actually."

"Wow, that's cool. That's what I played in high school."

He smiled. "Really? Wow!" He smiled. Fuck I loved this kid. "Anyway," he
continued, "your showing up on that Sunday was perfect. And your asking for
my help with your shopping was exactly the opening I needed to meet you. But
Rick, come on... your asking me about spices. How lame is that?" he laughed.

I couldn't help but laugh too. So he knew I was interested. I couldn't have
been more obvious, thinking back. "Hey, I never said I was a quick thinker,"
I said.

"That's okay," he said. "You were sweet, and it saved me from coming up to
you with a dumb question, just to get you to speak to me."

"So you knew the impression you had made on me." He gave me this look as if
to say "what are you kidding me? You couldn't have been more obvious" which
made both of us laugh. "Okay, yeah. Well, it's hard not to react to the
first time you see a beautiful angel standing in front of you," I said, not
quite believing the words had actually escaped my mouth.

Symon's eyes began to tear and he brought his face very close to mine. I
felt his hot breath on me. Our mouths were inches apart. Neither one of us
was saying anything. I took both my hands and cupped his face, tilted to the
side and kissed him sweetly on the lips. We both exhaled and kissed some
more, harder, stronger. I needed him.

"Symon wait... wait," I said, breaking the kiss and trying to catch my breath.

"What? Why wait? You want this as much as I do. We both need this, Rick.
What are we waiting for?" he asked, trying to kiss me again.

"We need to keep talking," I said, kissing him quickly. "We still have a lot
to talk about. We need to clear the air before this goes any farther. Okay?"

He nodded and smiled. "You're a great kisser," he said teasingly. Fuck this
was going to be amazing.

"That's because I have a wonderful partner who I love to kiss," I said
smiling, again not believing what I was saying. "So you knew where I lived,
which explains how you showed up at my place that night."

"Yeah," he started, looking at the window again. "I need to apologize for
that night. I'm not sure what got into me."

Damn, he regretted it. "You don't have to apologize for anything Symon. Like
I said, I had fun, just like you." I tried to keep the conversation jovial,
but wasn't sure how successful I was being.

"No I do have to apologize Rick. I shouldn't have come over. Fuck, we had
just met... I guess I was just feeling very bold that night."

"Or very horny," I said jokingly, which made him laugh.

"Yeah, that too," Symon said smiling at me. What a beautiful smile. "I
shouldn't have come over. I don't know what came over me."

"Maybe it was because you felt the same connection with me as I felt with
you," I said, looking at him as he sat on the couch. "I'll be honest with
you. If you hadn't come over, I'm not sure what I would have done. I'm
awfully shy in situations like this, Symon. And I am horrible at reading
people's faces and body language. I'm thrilled you came over. I was just
sitting there, thinking about you, wondering who you are, what kind of
person you are, why you had made such a strong impression on me."

"You... you were thinking about me?" he asked quietly.

"Symon, I've been thinking about you every single day since we met. You're
constantly in my mind. I... you're all I can think about." He came over and
kissed me again, embracing me tightly. "You have no idea how much I love
feeling you next to me," I said, embracing him tighter.

"I feel the same way," he whispered in my ear. "Do you think that's weird?"

"Not at all," I said, kissing his head. "Not at all..."

"I can stay like this forever, Rick."

"Symon," I started, moving back to look into his eyes. "I... um..."

"What is it?"

I wanted to tell him. Why was it so hard to just say the words? Was I afraid
he would leave?

"I... um... you were telling me about that night you came over..." Fuck Lawton,
you're such a wuss!!!

"Um... yeah. Yeah..." he said, breaking the hug. "So yeah, that night we met...
why did I come over?" He thought for a minute or so, trying to gather his
thoughts. "I'm not sure, to be honest. I couldn't sleep. It was so damn hot
that night. And I kept thinking of you. At one point I just said to hell
with it, got up, put on my shorts, and started walking. Next thing I know I
was in front of your place. I didn't know what to do next, but saw you going
into the kitchen just as I came to your house. It was as if you were waiting
for me. I know," he said, looking at me, "it sounds really stupid."

I shook my head vigorously. "No it doesn't sound stupid. It sounds right."

He grinned, looking at me. "Fuck you're a sweetheart," he said to me. I got
embarrassed, looked down at my hands. This kid had such an effect on me. "So
I got brave and knocked on the door. Fuck my heart was pounding so fast I
felt it in my ears. I was so nervous. I'd never done anything like that
before, ever. I just knew I wanted to be with you."

"I wanted to be with you too, Symon," I said. I looked at the living room
ceiling, remembering that night when he was with me, when I took him into my
mouth. How exhilarating it felt to have him, tasting his sweet juice as he
fucked my mouth. I was beginning to get excited just thinking about it.

"When you opened the door... I don't know what took hold of me. I just saw you
there in your robe and knew I wanted you. I needed you that night, Rick. I'm
not sure why. I just know I did."

I stood up, went over to the window and looked outside. The street was
deserted. "Symon, I know I needed you too. Hell, I still need you," I said,
tracing the window pane with my fingers. "I've already told you how much I
enjoyed it, being with you. But what surprised me," I said, turning around
to face him, "is why you ran out after you came. Was it something I did?
Something I said?"

Symon stood up and came over to me. "No Rick, it wasn't anything you did or
said. You were as gentle with me as I thought... as I hoped you'd be. You were
the perfect gentleman," he said. "You know, I'm the one who seduced you,
remember?" He smiled.

I couldn't help but laugh. "I guess that's true, though you didn't have to
try too hard, did you?"

Symon looked down at my crotch and with his right hand gently felt his way
from my top button to my groin. "No," he whispered, "I don't have to try too
hard at all."

"I think," I said, "we've talked enough for now. What do you think?" I took
his hands into mine and led him out of the living room

Symon just smiled and followed me up the stairs.