Date: Sun, 25 Jul 2004 22:19:12 -0400 From: rhaven Subject: The Next Tomorrow Chapter Five This is a story from imagination, nothing more; it could not exist in our reality. Be warned it is a tale of man/boy relationships with some bad language. I'd like to thank my dear friend Astral Toad for helping me with this story. If you like this story, please visit my site for more at www.rhavenlore.com The Next Tomorrow By Rhaven CHAPTER FIVE I was sitting in my room, pouting, dreading the approaching time when I would have to pick up a football and toss it to Greg. I could hear his voice now, screaming at me, telling me how much of a sissy I was. My incident with Mark early this afternoon had put me in a very sour mood and I felt sorry for anyone who attempted to talk to me. I had tried to read some more of Ivanhoe, but even the book suffered from my wrath, for no reason I threw it across the room. The front door creaked open, my doom had arrived. I knew I was going to play the worst game of football in history, but I still hadn't prepared myself for the verbal slashing that Greg would give me. "Jonah come here." My Mom yelled from the kitchen. She didn't sound anger and wasn't using that stupid sweet annoying voice of hers, I was confused. "Yes Mom?" I used my sweet voice as I entered the kitchen. Mom was all smiles. "Why didn't you tell me?" She screeched and grabbed me up in a wild hug. "Tell you what?" I managed to say, freeing my face from the suffocating squeeze of her breast. "Sean Ponca came to the Cafe today. I can't believe he's here in boring old Archer." "You... you know about Sean?" I asked stunned. "I know about his father... can you imagine if he visited Archer. Oh I hope he does and puts on a concert." Mom swirled around the kitchen, dancing with an invisible partner. "His father?" I said suddenly feeling stupid. "Yes, Jerry Ponca... you know, surely Sean has mentioned his father." "Oh yeah... Jerry Ponca." It took me a second to recognize the name. "JERRY PONCA!" I screamed and then unsuccessfully tried to look bored. Jerry Ponca was the biggest, classiest singer in the world, known to all as the Suave Singer. I had watched his Christmas special on TV last year and pretended for a month afterwards to be that charming, sophisticated man. My Sean, my Tarzan and Big Boy was the son of the greatest singer in the world. "So Sean came to visit you... what... what did you guys talk about?" Mom looked at me suspiciously. "He came for lunch and we ended up talking. He was very surprised to discover I was your mother." She looked mad now. "I can't believe you didn't invite him over Jonah. He looks just like his father." Mom fluttered her eyes and grinned foolishly. I didn't think Sean looked anything like his father, his father was fat. "Sean talked a lot about you, young man." Mom said smirking. "I want you to be very polite to him, do you hear me? He's as close to royalty as we'll ever see, so be nice." "Yes, Mom." I said with a roll of my eyes. "Oh and if you see him tomorrow, please thank him for me. He's given Greg a job." Mom only cheered when she said this. "Greg a job? A job doing what?" I asked. "Oh that's right, sorry honey; Greg is working for Sean tonight, so no football. Mr. Ponca bought that old Buick Riviera! Greg is going to fix it up so nice. Isn't that great!" No football! Of course, that was great news! Sean was my guardian angel; he had saved me from Greg, even if it was only for one day. Mom and I sat at the table and sang Jerry Ponca songs together; my favorite is `The Way with Words'. It was hard to believe that Mom and I had been angry at each other, neither of us mentioned our fight over Greg. He was nothing but a bad memory as I danced Mom into the den, loving every swirl and dip. It was the perfect evening. I went to bed happier than I had been in years; too excited to sleep I picked up my book The Lad and the Lion and started reading. It wasn't Tarzan, but it was by the same author so just as good. After thirty pages, I couldn't keep my eyes on the same sentence and kept having to reread everything. I folder the corner of the page I was on and laid the book on the floor. Tap-tap-tap. I cocked my head to the side and listened, had I heard a noise? Tap-tap-tap. I shot out of bed and almost screamed when I saw Mark peeking in my window. "What are you doing?" I said angrily as I opened the window. My heart was pounding so fast, my chest hurt. "Sorry." Mark said sadly. "It's okay; you just scared me that's all." I confessed, suddenly feeling very vulnerable being naked in front of Mark. "What are you doing here so late? You're mom is going to kill you if she finds out." "I just needed to talk..." Mark whispered. "Climb in." I urged him, quickly moving my pillow into my lap. "I'm sorry about this afternoon." I apologized to him once he was inside and sitting on my bed. "I'm sorry Jonah... I really, really like you. But I shouldn't have said anything. I'll understand if you don't want to be friends anymore." "Don't be stupid." I said giving Mark a tender smile. "We'll always be friends." That didn't seem to help, Mark mouthed the word `friends' and then clinched his fists. "Why can't you love me, like I love you?" He said as tears spilled down his cheeks. "We have fun together don't we? We like being together, what else do you need?" I lowered my head, too ashamed to watch mark cry over me. "I like you Mark, but I don't like you that way... there's someone else I'm in love with." I said slowly, finding it hard to talk. "Is it that man I saw you with, the one living in the Macnee house?" Mark almost yelled. "That's sick Jonah; he's too old for you." "Mark..." I tried not to get angry. "You don't know what you're talking about." "I don't think your mother would like you dating a man." Mark growled. "What... what are you saying?" I said in a squeaky faint voice. "Nothing... I'm not saying anything." Mark stood up and started climbing out my window. I let him leave without say anything to him. I hated him for loving me, what was it Sean had said? Love makes the smart dumb and the dumb smart, what did that make Mark? I slammed my window shut and locked it. "To hell with you Mark." I snarled. Once again, another night with little sleep. Mark had ruined my perfect evening and my chance to have a wonderful dream filled sleep. "Honey, breakfast is ready... are you up?" Mom peeked into my room and gave me a heart-warming smile. "I'll be right there." I said in a scratchy voice and dragged my weak body out of bed. I was barely dressed when I heard Debra honking her horn. "Have a great day!" Mom said before leaving. "Say Hi to Sean for me." "I will." I yawned. It was weird hearing Mom mention Sean's name and encouraging me to see him. It helped with the strange feeling I had deep in my stomach left there from Mark's outburst. He had threatened me and I could still hear his voice, that mean growl that was so foreign for Mark. I quickly gulped down my breakfast and raced into the woods. Once again, I found Sean sitting on the Plank. "Well there is my little man." He said standing as I approached. "Good morning." I said smiling and quickly hugged Sean. "I can't believe your dad is Jerry Ponca." "Me either." Sean laughed. "It's really not as great as it sounds." "I know... but it's just so cool." I said looking up at him. "Enough about my father, let's go for a swim." "I thought you said you didn't come here for the water?" I grinned mischievously. "I don't... now take off those clothes, little man." Sean gave me a wink and pulled off his shirt. We stripped and jumped into the lake. For two people who didn't come to swim, we sure did a lot of it. Too much actually, my sleep deprived body couldn't keep up with Sean. "Okay I've had enough." I said first, feeling completely exhausted. "Well I've seen everything now. I can't believe you tired out before me." Sean walked behind me as I headed to the Plank. "I've been having trouble sleeping." I said sitting down on the large flat slab of granite. Sean sat next to me and stared intently at me. "What's keeping you up? Greg didn't bother you yesterday did he?" "No it's not that... and thank you for giving Greg that job." I said pulling my knees up and hugging them. "Did you really need the car?" "A 1950 Buick Riviera? It's going to look sweet when it's done... but that's not important right now. So if it's not Greg, then why can't my little man sleep?" Sean asked, looking very concerned. "Yesterday... my friend and I... we were jerking each other and he said he loved me." I whispered, too embarrassed to look over at Sean. "Do you love him?" "No way!" I said too quickly. "He's a real nice person, but I don't like him in that way." I decided not to mention the threat of telling my mom, it was enough that I worried about it, no reason to have Sean also worry. Then it occurred to me, here I was again complaining about my life to Sean. How sick was he of listening to my problems. Did I expect him to fix this one too? "I'm sorry I keep dumping all my problems on you." "Don't be sorry about that. I was about to tell you my own problems. It's good to have someone to talk with." Sean put his arm around me and shook me gently. "You want to tell me your problems?" I arched an eyebrow at this announcement, not sure he was just saying this to please me or not. "My father, in all his wisdom of things that are wrong, sent me here because I'm an embarrassment to the family. I like nothing better than to have some guy stroke my manhood and a whole lot more. My father can't afford that kind of scandal, after all he's a man's man, which apparently so am I, but in a completely different way. All I've ever wanted, was for my father to love me, but that's not going to happen now." I puckered out my lips, thinking about how I pretended to be Jerry Ponca that thought shamed me. "I think you dad should be ashamed of himself. It shouldn't matter what you like, you're still family." I paused, thinking I was probably making Sean feel worse. "So... do you and your friends jerk each other off too?" I couldn't picture Sean sitting up in a tree house jerking off his friend. "Something like that." Sean chuckled and stretched out across the Plank. "Sun feels nice." He yawned. I scooted next to him and rested my hand on his stomach. "I bet your friends jerk you off better than Mark does." "Your friend can't be that bad." Sean ruffled my hair and laughed. "Any free hand job is a good hand job." "Yeah right!" I said sarcastically. "How would you like someone yanking..." I grabbed Sean's penis, pulled it to the right, and then left. "... Yanking and squeezing..." "Hey careful there, that's my pride and joy!" Sean sat straight up and grabbed my hand. "Doesn't feel good do it?" I giggled. "And just think I had to suffer twice from that kind of abuse." "Oh you poor, poor boy." Sean laughed and reached down and cupped my penis and testicles in his hand. "Does it still hurt? Want me to kiss it all better?" He said in a baby voice. I laughed harder, until I felt that familiar twitch in my penis. It popped up conceitedly, despite my mental commands to remain soft. I looked down at my erection and then looked at Sean and then once again at the erection. "Nothing looks broken to me." Sean said with a wide smile. He pulled my penis down and watched as it sprang back up. "Yes, I'd say you are perfectly healthy." "Sure it looks healthy..." I started to say, now that I didn't feel awkward with my erection. "But Mark is still back at jerking off." "Why don't we head to my house?" Sean said stretching. "To your house?" I said looking down at my erection disappointingly. "What's with the glum face? What's wrong with my house?" Sean asked lifting up my face, with a finger under my chin. "I like being here... like this." I said quietly. "Oh." Sean said wide eyed. "Tell you what..." He leaned closed and whispered. "Once we get home, we can pretend we're at the lake." I smiled foolishly and nodded. We quickly dressed and with renewed energy I raced Sean to his house. "Do you want something to drink?" He asked heading to the kitchen, once we were inside the house. "No thank you." I yelled as I walked around the cowboy decorated living room. I noticed another door across the entryway and opened it. It wasn't a very large room, the dark wood desk took up most of the space. There was a typewriter on the desk and paper scattered everywhere. "I see you've found my office." Sean said walking back from the kitchen. "Here." He offered me a glass of orange juice. "Just in case you get thirsty. And I have a bowl of chocolate pudding." He raised the large bowl for me to see. "I love chocolate pudding." I said licking my lips. "Is that your typewriter?" I asked taking a sip from the orange juice. "Yes it is. I'm working on the greatest American novel or at least that's what I hope." Sean gestured to the living room and I followed. "You're a writer? That's fantastic! I'd love to read your stories." I was so excited, not only was Sean the greatest person I've ever met, but he was a writer too. " I've only finished one book, you're welcome to read it... though I have to warn you... it's not adventurous." Sean laughed. He sat the pudding on the wagon wheel coffee table and looked at me, tapping his foot impatiently. "Is that the proper attire for the lake?" I looked down at myself, not understanding what he meant as I was still thinking about Sean being a writer. "Oh... I forgot." "Get undressed and we'll dig into that pudding." Sean removed his clothes first, though it didn't take me long before I too was naked. "This is kind of weird, don't you think?" I said sitting on the couch next to Sean. "Why does it feel normal at the lake, but here I'm more nervous?" "Good question... out in the open at the lake, anyone can see. But you're right this does seem odd." He laughed loudly and slapped my knee. I looked up at him and smiled. Sean scooped up some chocolate pudding and offered me the spoon. I opened my mouth and let him feed me. "Good?" He asked holding up another spoon full. "Very good." I said before he feed me more. I rolled the pudding around my mouth, savoring the sweet chocolate taste. I took the spoon from Sean and started feeding him. This was just a simple pudding, naked together, in a house that looked like something from Bonanza, but everything at that moment was perfect for me. This was where I was meant to be, today, tomorrow and the next tomorrow.