Date: Thu, 28 Mar 2002 07:54:45 -0500 From: Tom Cup Subject: The Innocents by Richard Dean - Part 2 Chapter 3 Gay - 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 alternality 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. ************************************************************************ The Innocents By Richard Dean Part 2 Chapter 3 Lessons Learned A curious event occurred when Miss Flavia became a member of our family. We all gained a more secure sense of peace and contentment. Gone were injured feelings when one rankled at an innocent remark that could flare into resentment. As Toninho's accomplishments became more acceptable, he would proudly show his Gran, she would hug him, coo to him, pinch his cheek lightly and was forever smoothing his hair, or picking a piece of lint from his clothing. She cooked our meals with typical Brazilian dishes, which we ravished and enjoyed immensely. The different smells and spices that she used wafted throughout our entire apartment. Oft times the sweet odors of pies or cookies made us all wander in and ask our Gran what it was, and she would pat our cheeks or squeeze our arms to thank us for asking. She and Paulo talked for hours of this and that. They became close and oft times conspiratorial, hatching and plotting surprises on one or the other. If she announced she needed escort to the market, most usually the three of us would volunteer to assist her. She gave our little home a place of order, and assigned each of us tasks and chores to do, which were simple and basic but necessary. She insisted that she would do the washing and drying of our clothes. She even ironed our under shorts, if you can imagine. We would no longer do the wash and wear thing. Not with our Gran there. We joined her most usually twice daily when she did her exercises in the pool. We laughed and splashed as if all of us were kids again. Toninho no longer would rant and rage over small incidents as he had in the past. She would hold him next to her on the patio in the evenings and tell him stories of her childhood, about his mother and many of his relatives. He was calm and orderly. Paulo would go out occasionally on dates with a friend he met who lived in Niteroi, across the Guanabara Bay. His phone calls to Beto and the ones he received became more and more regular -- Toninho told me he could smell when Paulo got horny. I could tell no difference -- Toninho and I thought that he might be getting serious about Beto. Toninho and my lovemaking became regular and calm, no longer hurried and intense. Occasionally Paulo would join us and it was a free for all during those times. Paulo insisted he would rather watch us in the throes of passion than watch a porno movie. We had nothing to hide from each other about our relationship, the three of us. Within the five months Toninho had grown four inches in height. I don't know how it was possible, but the marks on the bathroom door prove it to be correct. His body became more muscularly pronounced. One night after his shower he came into the living room where we all had lounged watching a bit of television or reading or chatting to and fro, and announced to each of us his chest hair, in that little concave area of his chest between his nipples, was growing darker and longer. He had us each pull the hairs to prove he was right. Gran was so proud. I thought she would hedge away from it, but she was a game old bird, I must tell you! Several weeks before I was to return to work, I noticed she was favoring her right leg and remarked about it to her. She said it was a touch of arthritis or rheumatism. I let it go and reminded myself if I still saw the same symptoms when I returned we would take her immediately to the doctor to have it checked out. I feared that her cancer might return. Our loss of her would be unfathomable. I suggested to Paulo my fears and he assured me if he noticed anything out of normal he would take her back to the doctors himself. One late afternoon when Paulo returned home after work he asked me to go jogging with him. "Oh Paulo, you jog too fast for me to keep up with you, I tire out too quickly. By the time you're warmed up, I'm dog-tired. Not today, my friend." "Please Ricardo, I'll slow it down to a respectable pace and that way we can talk while we run. It's been too long since we've been able to talk together, away from the family or prying ears. You know how Toninho needs to know everything that goes on, eh?" I couldn't help smiling as he recounted our "nosey Toni", always into the thick of things. I agreed to go out with him on the stipulation that I was going to set pace, not him. In agreement, we changed into shorts, shirt and runners and set off for the park that overlooks Guanabara Bay. It's a lovely park and amenable to roller-bladers, joggers, and sports activity of every sort it seems. It was a balmy day with just enough breeze coming in from offshore to blow the humidity away from us. We set off on a leisurely run so that we could run side-by-side and converse at the same time. "Have you considered that we need more space?" "I've thought of it, Paulo, but felt everything was working out just fine as far as I can see." "That's my point, Ricardo, it's working out, but not to everyone's full enjoyment and satisfaction." "Oh my God, Paulo, have I overlooked you again? Of course, I have. I'm a selfish lout. What do you suggest we do?" "I don't know really. I know I need a room for myself, for my own private moments -- If I should luck out and bring a friend over for the night or even a weekend -- and I want to share our family with a few of my friends, but am hesitant to do it, as we are cramped for space." "We'll start looking tomorrow, Paulo, I promise you. We'll take care of this oversight, immediately. How big a place do you think we need?" You've certainly given this some thought, while I admittedly have not? Lets stop for a few minutes we'll sit down and talk about this so we have a good idea of the size and space we'll need." "First, I want to schedule a family conference, so we can all put everything down on a wish list. Second, we can determine how much in agreement everyone's list is. We can pare down or enlarge to make the accommodations necessary, so no one feels left out. Personally Ricardo, I feel we need four bedrooms: one for you and Ton, one for Gran, one for me, and one for an office/guest room. I feel we need to offer Gran a separate bathroom for her privacy. We men can get along with one bathroom, so two baths. We need some space to do a bit of entertaining. Once Toninho passes his exams, he will want to invite his schoolmates over for an occasional party, and it will give us an opportunity to check out whom he selects as friends. We need a pool, either in ground or above ground; it doesn't matter really. Gran needs it, and so do we. We get as much enjoyment from swimming as she does (Even though she says since she only has one breast left, she swims lop-sided). I love her so damn much Ricardo, I want to cry because of the joy she gives to us all. I've never heard one complaint from her since she got here, always a joyful spirit. And she dotes on Toninho, I fear he will be spoiled because of it, but I really haven't noticed that, yet" "I agree with everything you say, Paulo. I'm so glad you've given this some thought before bringing it up, but in a way I wish you had said something to me about it. I've failed you so badly, I'm ashamed." "You can suck my ass later, Ricardo, not now," he said giving me a large grin. "You're so perceptive, Mr. Smarty Farty," nudging him with my shoulder. "You're the technicolor of my black and white world, you're the paint I brush onto my easel, you're the..." "Stop it, prick, enough already! Lets get back to our housing problem, eh?" "Thought you'd never ask! OK where was I?" "Painting your easel with my prick." "Crude, Ricardo, crude. You're corrupting a freshly picked flower, here." "Gawd Paulo, you been picked so many times, your rosebud refuses to fold its' petals anymore." "Guttertalk is so unbecoming to you, Mr. Conservative." "Oh by the way, we need shelter for "Herbie, too. "OK, anything else you can think of to propose at the meeting? "Paulo, lets wait and see what kind of input we get from the other half." "Good. Race you back." "You bastard, I knew you'd do this to me. Sunovabitch!" I took off at high gear knowing I would never catch him. The meeting that night after dinner, resulted in nothing more except, Miss Flavia, wanted a separate freezer so she could prepare extra meals if she were out for the evening. She never is, but we noted that "we would not screw the chief cook and bottle washer" in refusal of her wish. To that she took great delight by giggling often when she thought of our answer. ******* "I told Pae, you were always horny lately. That's why you want a room of your own so you can screw all night." "You had best watch your plump butt, that I don't screw you tonight, little man." "Really? You and what army, the Salvation?" "Now, now, now, boys. Fuck, don't fight!" I said. That stopped them in their tracks, then they started to wrestle and giggle, and jumped on top of me, as I tried to squirm away from them. Gran enjoyed watching this melee, as we each got pulled, pummeled, pinched, tickled, felt up and down. I collapsed in total exhaustion. This and the damned run that Paulo suckered me into, was all I could handle. I got up on the sofa and collapsed with my head resting on Grans' lap. Thank you Lord, for sending this wonderful lady to us. Bless you! ************************************************************************ News: Updated Stories: David's Christmas Present - Ch. 19 Added 03/27 Neighborhood Memories Chapter 2 Added 03/24 Age Before Beauty Chapter 2 Added 03/23 Terms of Living Chapter 9 Added 03/18 Stephen Miller's Journal Chapter 10 Added 03/18 Calvin Book 2 Chapter 6 Added 03/09 The Innocents Part 3 Chapter 5 Added 03/07 Kevin Part 3 - Donna Chapter 6 Added 03/01 Tommy-The Return Chapter 6 Added 02/26 Private Lessons Chapter 2 Added 02/20 Of Our Teenage Years Chapter 2 Added 02/09 In Memory of Steve Chapter 6 Added 01/29 Name Change: Beginning March 1, 2002 access to the Tom Cup Library can be gained by going to http://www.tomcup.com. 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