Date: Sat, 23 Feb 2002 17:34:50 -0500 From: Tom Cup Subject: Tommy Series (Growing Up - Revised) Chapter 4 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. ************************************************************************ Tommy By Tom Cup Part 2 Growing Up CHAPTER 4 Mr. Westenberg's tongue slipped into my mouth; his hands roamed freely over my naked body. I kissed him trying to force more of myself against his body. His right hand slipped between my legs and his middle finger penetrated my eager ass. I moaned loudly. He smiled at me and began licking my nipples while sliding his finger in and out of me. I reached down and grabbed his cock; and began stroking it. "Suck it for me," he said. I was only too happy to obey. I wrapped my lips around his cock savoring the taste of it. I flicked the tip of it with my tongue causing him to moan loudly. He began bucking his hips; his cock slid smoothly in and out of my hot, moist, youthful mouth. He began sucking me also. He took my entire cock and my balls into his mouth, licking and sucking me, driving me crazy with passion. I pumped my hips as he sucked me, my cock growing harder by the moment. Sweat was pouring off my body. I wanted him to fuck me. I couldn't wait any longer. As if reading my mind, he pulled himself out of my mouth; turned and threw my legs over my head; ramming his cock into my ass. I screamed out in pain and pleasure. He fucked me with total abandon; pushing deep inside of me. I screamed again and he covered my mouth in a hot passionate kiss. I felt his cock swell within me. Sweat dripped from our bodies. "Oh God, I'm cumming!" he screamed. I shut my eyes and let his pumping cock and hot cum send me shooting into spasms of joy. I opened my eyes and looked up into the eyes of... a dead, lifeless, Mr. Steel. I screamed and woke up. My body was as wet with sweat as my underpants were with cum. I was panting as much from my sexual release as from the fright of the dream. I had awakened Mom and Dad who were now at the door; dazed, confused, and worried. "It was just a bad dream," I tried to explain, "I'm sorry." "God Stan," Mom said, "He's drenched. We've got to get you out of those clothes." "I can do it Mom," I said "Let's go," she said reaching for me, "I want you out of those things right now." "I can do it!" I screamed. "I'm just going to..." Mom tried to explain "Maureen!" Dad said drawing her attention, "He said he can do it." Mom looked from Dad to me, and back again, before she left the room crying. Dad stared at me as I held the covers close around my body. "You going to be all right?" he asked. I nodded and he left the room closing the door behind him. I went to the bathroom still shaking from the dream. I took off my wet T-shirt and threw it in the hamper. Next I removed my soiled underpants and rinsed them in the sink before adding them to the bin. I grabbed a towel and began cleaning myself as the tears flowed freely down my face. ********* "OK," Keith said stuffing another fry into his mouth, "You gonna tell me why you've been so bitchy all day?" He was right of course. I had been a total ass the whole day. I couldn't get that damn dream out of my mind. I got sent to the principle's office for refusing to get dressed for gym; I did absolutely nothing in any of my classes; I sat at lunch with Keith and said nothing; but now, at McDonald's for our weekly `date' I didn't know how to tell him about the dream or that I had been lusting over Mr. Westenberg. "I just had a bad dream last night," I began sheepishly, "And I couldn't get back to sleep." Keith took a swig of his soft drink, let go a long exaggerated belch, which almost made me laugh, and said, "So what was the dream about?" I sighed, "Promise you...." "Hey, Keith!" the voice came from behind me and I knew immediately who it was. Randy Carpenter. He was one of the guys who always got picked to be captain of some thing. With him was a group of four other boys; most of which I couldn't stand. He came over to the table, his `boys' followed behind. He looked at me but immediately began speaking to Keith. "Hey, man," he said, "We were going to go and shoot some hoops. You want to come along? We could use another man." Keith looked at me. He knew how I hated playing sports. I knew how much he loved them. He had tried to teach me a few things but I just wasn't into it and we had agreed in the end that I just wasn't the sports kind. It wasn't that I was uncoordinated or anything. I liked swimming and running. But I did those things just for the joy of it not to compete against other people. "Uh, you can come too," Randy added, far to late, looking at me once more when Keith hadn't answered right away. "What do you think?" Keith asked me. I had meant to say `No I don't want to go and I don't want you to go. I need to talk to you. I need you to help me figure this thing with the dream out.' But I heard myself say, "I don't care." "Great!" Keith said and gathered his things to leave. I didn't move and sat there fighting the confusion that was making me feel like a leaf in a whirlwind. Keith stopped at the door and came back to the table when he noticed that I had not followed him. "What's the matter?" he asked, "I thought you said you were coming with us?" "I thought we were gonna do something," I whispered. "But you said it was OK," Keith responded in confusion. "Hey, you coming or not?" Randy yelled from the door. "Hold on!" Keith snapped. "What's the matter?" he asked me. "Just go," I said, "Your friends are waiting." I regretted saying it as soon as it left my mouth. I saw the confusion in Keith's eyes turn to anger. He turned and headed for the door; he stopped to look back at me, and left. ********** I don't know how long I had been sitting there when Mr. Westenberg walked through the door. He smiled and waved at me as he went to the counter to place his order. I watched as he took his drink and turned to come toward me. "Hi Tommy," he said, "Mind if I join you?" I agreed and he went and got his napkins, salt and ketchup. He had just returned with them when the girl at the counter motioned that his order was ready. He came back with his Quarter Pounder No Cheese, and Large Fries, and sat down at the table with me. I felt a little nervous. Like he was going to say, `I know you were dreaming about me last night' or something. "So you look like you just lost your best friend or something," he said taking a large bite out of the hamburger. I smile slightly. "Something like that," I said. "Want to talk about it?" he asked dipping a few fries in ketchup before popping them into his mouth. "No," I answered, "It's OK." I was waiting for him to say something about my dosing off in class. But he didn't and I was happy just watching him eat. I never knew that I could be jealous of a French fry, but there I was thinking how lucky those French fries were to be put into his mouth. I blushed a little at the thought and my cock stirred in my jeans. "You want anything?" he asked "No thank you," I said, "I ate a little while ago with Keith." I managed not to say the first thing that came into my mind, `Yeah, I'll have an order of you!' "You and he are pretty close, huh?" he asked. "Yeah, unless one of us says something stupid," I said without thinking. "I see," he responded, "And which of you put his foot in his mouth today?" I had to laugh and admitted to myself that I really did liked Mr. Westenberg. "I did," I confessed. We sat and chatted for about an hour. He asked how long Keith and I had been friends and I told him about the camping trip when me meet. Not everything, mind you, just the respectable parts. I told him how we mowed lawns together during summer vacation, and stuff like that, and all the while I was stealing glances at him, committing to memory what he really looked like. His eyes were green like mine but stood out more being framed by his silky black hair; not brown mind you, black. I loved looking at his eyelashes, which were thick and full. `Mom would die for eye lashes like that,' I thought to myself. His hands were well manicured with no sign of a wedding band to my delight. In school, he had been wearing the same white dress shirt he had on now but with gray dress slacks; now he was wearing jeans. "You live around here?" I asked. "Yup," he responded, "In the old brown stone down the street." I knew the building. It had been gutted by fire when I was just starting first grade. Mom told me that there were six apartments in it back then but the new owners, who had just finished renovations only two years before, had turned it in to a quadraplex. It wouldn't be too hard to find out which apartment was his. I didn't know what I would do once I had that information but I knew I had to know. ************************************************************************ You'll find my newest writings at http://tomcup.iscool.net. I also recommend visiting these sites: Boyztown - Gay Pictures and Stories http://www.boyztown.net Girlztown - Lesbian Pictures and Stories http://www.girlztown.net Eroscities - Featuring the writings of Richard Dean http://www.eroscities.com Alternative Lifestyles of Youth - Advice, commentary and Youth Related Stories http://www.anysexuality.com All my best, Tom Cup "Why is it that the words we write for ourselves are so much better than the words we write for others?" Sean Connery as William Forrester in the film "Finding Forrester."