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Check it out at http://www.tomcup.com! ********************************************************************** The Paratwa Partnership, Inc. is a publication and marketing agency and is not responsible for the content of the Tom Cup Library, TomCup.com or its affiliate sites, or stories written by Mr. Cup or his associates. ********************************************************************** Airport Voyeur By Adam P. Bricker Part Two Chapter 3 AdamBrick@tomcup.com "But where did they go?" Marcus asked. "I don't know. I looked for them in McAllen and asked for them in Houston. No one knew where they were. They never got on the plane," I explained. "But, Adam people don't just disappear. Why didn't you go back and wait for them?" "Marcus, I understand your question, and wonderment, but I just felt with what had happened and my job here in town that I should go on without them. Now I know that I was supposed to find you. If I hadn't come without them, I wouldn't have met you and we wouldn't be here together. Can't you see that there's something special? Fernando knew I needed to be here, and he even is making connections for you with Urban Peak for tomorrow. There is a guiding hand in what's been happening. I don't know what, or why, or from whom, but I'll go with it." "Then let's make this a special night. It may be our last night together. I want it to be special." "What do you want to do? Movie, go out to a restaurant, take a ride?" I asked. "No I want you to take care of me like your own son, like I was your little kid. Make me eat my dinner, yell at me if I don't clean up when I'm done, and then would you make love to me? I just want to know that you love me like a father. I never knew my father. Momma said he was Chinese and she met him when she was really young. The only parent I had was momma, and she's been gone for three years. I get so lonely living on my own. Would you please?" "Sure, I'll do anything for you Marcus. You're family, and I guess for tonight I'm going to be your father. And young man, I love you but you better get over there and start eating right now," I said with mock seriousness. Marcus jumped up with a grin on his face and ran to the table. He sat at his side of the table and placed his napkin on his lap grabbed silverware in both hands, holding them, he placed his hands on the table and looked up at me, like I had to give the command for him to start eating. He was really into this role. I'd always taken my parents direction for granted. I'd never thought about what it would be like not to have someone to tell me when to get up, when to eat, to clean up my room, to sit, or stand. We learn so much from our parents and forget what it's like for those who don't have them. I sat down across from Marcus. I looked over at him and smiled. This was my son, at least, for tonight, and maybe longer. He was really special and I really did love him. "Well, are you going to say grace?" I asked. "What's grace?" he asked. "Grace is a prayer that people say before eating their meal. I thought with all the good things that have been happening, that maybe we should consider saying thank you for what we have." "You better do it then, I don't know how." "Grab my hands. Now bow you head down, and pray in your mind while I say a prayer out loud for us." Marcus bowed his head and he looked so at peace right then. I thought back to meals at home and how my parents would do this with us kids. Back then it was just something we did every day. Now it was something I was teaching to my son. Wow that felt so exhilarating. I was awe struck and not sure where to start. I bowed my head also, and began, "God, thank you for giving us each other. When we least expect it you bring beauty and life into our life. Thank you for Marcus. Thank you for Fernando, Paulo and Philippe. Thank you for Sebastian. Thank you for Peter Hart that we haven't met yet. Help us be more aware of the good things you provide for us, like this food and this hotel. Thank you for all the things we forget about all the time. But tonight thank you for letting us be together, may I be a father to Marcus like the father you gave to me." I squeezed his hand, and indicated he could look up. He raised his head, and tears were falling down his cheeks. He wasn't sobbing, he was just quietly crying. I was concerned that I'd said something to upset him. I was so new to this parenting role, I'm sure that I would screw up any kids I came into contact with. "Did I say something wrong?" I asked. Marcus shook his head from side to side. I was holding his hands and I think whatever it was, he found it too hard to speak at this point. He sniffled a bit. Tears always seem to make my nose run also. He breathed in a couple good deep breathes. "That was so beautiful. I never heard anyone pray. Is it always like that? Can we pray at breakfast tomorrow, too?" His eyes were wide with wonder and amazement. We take so many things for granted when we have family around us. "Marcus, we can pray anytime you want to. I think it helps us remember how lucky we are and it lets us know how special and important we are to each other. Now start eating this cold food." I let go of his hands so he could eat. I picked up my napkin and placed it on my lap, he was already deeply into eating. I let it go on for a while, then cleared my throat. "Don't you think you could be more polite and eat a little slower? Children in this family are taught to behave when they're at the table." I tried to hold back the grin that I felt inside. This was the father's direction that he wanted and I wanted to give him what he wanted tonight. "Yes, sir," he said. "Okay, then; that's better. Just remember, slow down. Eat your food slowly so that you enjoy it and don't get a stomach ache later." Coming up with things to correct him on and telling him what to do wasn't what I was used to and I had to think of things. I never knew that being my father could be so hard. Next time I'm in Arizona, I'm going to have to tell him how much I appreciate what he's done through all the years. We finished dinner fine. I sat there at the end and told Marcus to clean up the plates and table. I sat there to make sure that he did it right. He was working very hard to make my happy with what he did. I kept finding more for him to do just so that I could let him know that I cared about how he did it, and to give him things that he could do for me to make me happy. Remember we were compressing a lifetime of being a family into on night. After he was done with the plates and the table, I said, "Well I guess it's time for your shower. You never take enough showers. Time to get in there," I said as I swatted his lovely butt and sent him in the direction of the bathroom. "Okay," he said. "No I think I want you to go sit on the bed and wait for me. I'm going downstairs and I want you to wait until I get back for your shower." "Okay, Adam. I'll wait. Did I do something wrong?" he asked. "No, Marcus, I just want to get a couple thing before they close down stairs. And I want to be here when you take your shower. Just wait right there. In fact, why not change the channel on the radio to something perkier." *** *** *** *** *** *** When I came back the radio had certainly changed. We were listening to a progressive and punk collection. The first song I recognized was A.F.I.'s Morningstar. A.F.I. - Morningstar I saw a star beneath the stairs glowing through the melting walls. Who will be the first to begin their fall? Or will we become one? Am I the star beneath the stairs? Am I a ghost upon the stage? Am I your anything? I saw a star beneath the stairs glowing bright before descent and in the morning there is nothing left but what's inside of me. And I don't want to die tonight; will you believe in me? And I don't want to fall into the light. Will you wish upon? Will you walk upon me? I don't want to die tonight. Will you. There was a melancholy and yet a vision of the future in those lyrics that seemed to fit into tonight. I left one bag from the gift shop in the front room of the suite and brought the second one into the bedroom. I sat down next to a quiet Marcus. "What are you thinking?" "I was just trying to remember all the stuff we done. After you leave I don't want to forget any of this. This has been the best two days I've ever had." And with that he grabbed me around the chest and hugged me again. I wrapped my arms around him also. Then I remembered what I was supposed to be doing tonight. "Haven't you gotten you shower yet? Get right in there and get that shower!" He knew the seriousness was all put on just for his benefit, but he jumped up quickly and started for the shower. I stood up and took my clothes off. He was already in the bathroom doing the same. I then went to the bathroom door, and opened it. He looked up with a start. He didn't know if there was something wrong. I said, "Do you want me to wash your back?" and I gave him a warped smile. He reciprocated the smile. He had his shirt up and his arms were out, but he had just been taking it over his head. I slid my hands up his smooth tan sides and grabbed the shirt and pulled it over his head. Then I say down on the seat of the toilet and said, "Come over hear." I unbuckled his belt, pulled the zipper down, and then pulled the khakis down to the floor. I had him place his foot on my lap and took his right sock off. Like yesterday I massaged his foot, I even leaned down and kissed his foot. Marcus giggled when I did that. Then we did the left foot. And he started giggling before I even had the sock off. Then I pulled him to me and placed my hands on his waist, one hand on each side. I looked up into his face. The stare between us was electric and probably could have gone for hours, but I decided to tickle him right then, and he doubled over in laughter and started rolling on the floor because he had no other control. He would try and push my hands away and I would slide them in between his hands or arms and get a toe hold and tickle him again. He was enjoying it. Finally, I could tell if I didn't stop he was going to pee in his pants, and I would be to blame. I let go, and we both just breathed until we were under some se! mblance of control again. He kept watching me, to see if I would come attack him again. I think it was both fear and wishing on his part. "Okay, time to take these briefs off," I said. "Can I take yours off too?" Marcus asked. "Yes, I said time to take these briefs off, that means mine as well as yours. You want to do mine first, or should I do yours first?" He stopped, looked over at my black briefs and then at his. There was a small wet spot on the front of his. I think there was a wet spot on mine but black doesn't show that as much. "You take mine off first, I guess," he said. I sat back on the toilet seat, and said, "Okay, come on over here, and I'm not tickling you." He came over as told and stood there. I was almost afraid to touch him. I reached out and took hold of the elastic waist band and started to pull them down, slowly. His skin was tan even under the briefs. This tan wasn't from the sun. His skin was very soft and smooth. As I pulled them down, I could see that he didn't have any hair or pubes yet. His penis was cut and small, but he was still young. The balls were about the size of two wrinkled prunes and hadn't dropped yet. He didn't seem really nervous or embarrassed with me doing this. He stepped out of the underwear. I looked up into his eyes when I was done. He was okay. Now we went for mine. I stood up so that he could take mine off like I had taken his off. He put his hands out and started to take hold of the elastic band. I placed my hands over his, and then looked him in the eye. "Just like tonight while I was telling you about Texas and what happened, we're now opening ourselves to each other in a very personal way. Marcus, I love you and I'm not afraid or embarrassed for you to see any part of me. Go ahead. You won't do anything that will upset me." I took my hands off of his and placed them on his shoulders. He continued what he has started. Marcus pulled my black briefs down and was careful that he wouldn't hurt me as they came back my cock. Then he pulled them all the way down and I picked up my feet so that he could get them off. He knelt down and kissed each of my feet. He was slow and deliberate in this like a procedure that you were taught in church to do with reverence. I reached down and grabbed him under his arms and pulled him up. I quickly angel kissed his forehead and then crushed him to me. This was the first time we had been totally naked flesh to flesh, and my cock was throbbing at the same rate as my heart while it was trapped between us. I reached down and tilted his face up to me and said, "Let's wait on the shower and just go make love in bed. Maybe we'll enjoy the shower afterwards." His face lit up from inside. His smile was open and showed those great white teeth between such lovely lips. I pulled the door to us, and we turned and walked the short distance to the bed. I pulled the comforter and blankets down and then grabbed Marcus around the chest and picking him up I dropped him onto the bed so that he would bounce. He giggled and laughed and I jumped onto the bed myself kneeling over him and placing my hands beside his head. Looking down at him I couldn't think of anywhere else I wanted to be. "Adam, I want to do this, it's just that I've never done this before. I don't know what to do." The hesitancy in his voice, the little bit of fear about what I would think and how I would respond to him just made him that much cuter to me. I leaned down and kissed him on the mouth; not long, just letting him know that we were okay. "I thought that might be the case. That's why I went down to the store again. The first thing you need to know about making love with me is that it's fun and serious and never the same. So to start off with I went and got us some Hershey chocolate bars." I sat back on my haunches and reached over to the side table and pulled out a chocolate bar from the bag. I opened it as quickly as I could, and broke it in four pieces. I took one and fed it to Marcus. He opened his mouth and I placed it in. I not only placed in the chocolate but made sure that my fingers went in also. Then I gave him a piece in his hand and opened my mouth. As he put the piece in I took his elbow and made sure that his hand entered my mouth also. Then I licked his fingers while they were in there. Then I took his hand and held it back up to my face and licked each one of his fingers, ending with the thumb which I sucked on like it was his dick. His eyes were about as big as silver dollars. Of course, someone had squashed these silver dollars just a little bit, cause they had that Chinese slant to them that made him so damn cute. And when he smiled his cheeks lifted so nicely and drew your eyes to his. I put my hand down to his face and slowly stroked his face, around his eyebrows, down the side of his eyes, over his plump cheeks and then down that lovely dimple on the right side till I was running my fingers over his lips and on down his chin. "See now every time you have Hershey's chocolate you'll remember me and tonight. You may never be able to each chocolate again with out me being with you. You want another piece?" I put another quarter of the bar on his chest and picked up an end and with one hand broke it into smaller pieces using just one hand and his chest. Then I smeared a piece all over his chest, paying special attention to his nipples. Marcus had the strangest expression in his face while he lay there trying to watch me smear this chocolate on his chest. Try and look at your chest up close ^Ö you'll see the angle isn't very easy. I lightly pushed my finger on his nose, like telling him `watch this'; and then I started licking the chocolate off of his chest. I paid special attention again to his nipples. He drew in a large breath, held it while I did this and then slowly exhaled. "Adam that is so neat, your tongue on my nipples feels great. Can you do that again?" "No once a night! That's the family rule," I said jokingly in a stern voice, and the biggest grin I could accomplish. "We have to see what else we can do, okay?" "Yeah, man!" I took another piece of chocolate and held it up, to show that I had another idea. His eyes sort of popped out with a question. I smiled down at him. Then I took the chocolate and started drawing circles around the clear skin next to his cock and balls. He just drew in his breath like he was saying `that's so exciting.' Then I dragged the piece up the underside of his slightly erect cock, and holding his cock in my other hand started the smearing again all over his cock. Then I drew the line down the top side and around to his balls and smeared as much as the chocolate would cover. "Well, I guess you're a mess and need to get cleaned up. Ready for a shower now?" "Yeah I guess," he said. "Well is there any other way to clean that up?" I asked, knowing what I had in mind. "I guess you could lick me clean. Is that what you had in mind? That would be so cool. No ones ever licked me like this before and it feels really good. Please Adam," he begged with his little boy puppy-dog pleading. "Well I guess if you really want me to clean you up, I could be convinced to be nice to you. What are you going to do for me?" I asked. "Anything you want, Adam. Really I'll do whatever you want. Can I do this to you too? Do you have more chocolate bars? Can I draw on you and smear them on you too?" "Well let's see after I get done cleaning you off. Then we'll know what really it takes," I said. With that I started licking around the skin from his belly button to his dick and then around it where ever I had smeared the chocolate. Then I licked his little boy balls and sucked each on into my mouth and sucked for a bit. Then I sucked both in and held his little cock in my fingers and stroked it up and down. It was slick with melted chocolate. I eventually let the balls out of my mouth and licked his cock like it was a chocolate fudgesicle. After licking the sides I put just the tip into my mouth and ran my tongue over his piss-slit. I started twirling my tongue around the top and went further down on his little cock. Getting three inches into my mouth wasn't hard, but I wanted this to be so memorable for him tonight. I sucked and then went up and down on his cock. I stopped and looked up at his face to see how he was doing and if he really liked it. "Oh, Adam that feels so good. Do that again, please! Where did you learn that, oh, it feels so good." I took his small cock back into my mouth and then started massaging his nipples with both hands. I could tell that I was having the effect I wanted on him. "Oh, yeah Adam, no ones ever done this for me. Gosh this is good." I kept at it, knowing in a minute or so he was going to take off from planet earth. I kept my left hand up on his nipple and brought my right hand down to his balls and that little stretch between his balls and his rosy pucker. I started to stroke him there and lightly on his rear opening. He started to push into my mouth and his rhythm told me that he wasn't too far from peaking. I started sucking even stronger and grabbed him around the waist so that I had some control of things when he exploded. Up and down, or down and up we both kept going and he was starting to pant with the excitement and exercise. I tried watching his face and I could see the electricity building, and then he stopped moving. The moment had hit and the cum started coming out of his dick into my mouth. Four short bursts and then I could feel a couple weak spurts after that. I sucked deeper and licked his relaxing cock. I made sure that I had everything that had come out and all of the chocolate. Then I scooted up next to him and wrapped my arms around him. "Gosh, Adam! What was that, I've never had that happen like that before?! Wow! I'm not some stupid kid, I've jacked off, but it's never been like that. I thought I was being shocked with electricity. Wow!" "I know kid, it can be overwhelming. That is a real sexual orgasm. It's what happens when you really hit the peak. Really neat, huh? I'm so glad I could be the one to give it to you." "Will that happen again? Can we do that again right now? Can you do that? Can I make you `reach that peak'? That was so great I want you to get it too. What can we do now?" The kid was insatiable. I just wanted to bask in the glow from him getting off that way. "Marcus, just lay back. Enjoy the feeling and remember what it felt like. This is your first real orgasm and I don't want you to forget it. This will be special all of your life." "Oh, Adam I'll remember this. This was with you, and I'm never going to forget this no matter what ever happens. No matter what ever happens you're my family now. No ones ever loved me like you have. Momma loved me but she never had any money, but she always let me know that she loved me. I know you got money, but more than that I've seen how you love me. That means we're family, Adam. I never had any family but momma. It's neat. I don't even know how to explain it. It just makes me feel like running around and yelling so everyone will know. I want to hold you so you never leave. I could hold you all night long and it wouldn't be enough. I just got you and tomorrow you're going to leave." I placed my finger on his lips. He licked it, and I said, "First I'm always going to be part of you, second I love you and I'm going to take care of you, and third let's not talk about tomorrow tonight. Somehow, we're going to handle tomorrow, but tonight we're together and we're going to enjoy this." "Okay, Adam," he said. I rumpled his hair and shook my head against his. "You still hungry?" I asked. "Yeah, why?" I reached behind me and pulled out of the bag a quart of Ben and Jerry's Jerry Garcia Ice Cream. "They didn't have any chocolate ice cream so I got us this. Want some?" I took the lid off and reached back in the bag for a spoon. I scooped out a spoonful and fed it to Marcus. He slurped it down, and grinned from ear to ear. I scooped another teaspoonful and started to feed him, but turned it over and smeared it onto his nose and down across his mouth. He scrunched up his mouth and grimaced at me. I leaned over and licked it off his nose and the off his mouth and kissed him. I mean I really kissed him. I stuck my tongue in to his mouth. He didn't resist, `cause I don't think he'd ever kissed anyone. He wasn't reciprocating yet, he was just letting it happen. He let his mouth open and he let my tongue in. I started playing with his tongue with mine and he started playing back. I was holding his head from the back side. I was running my fingers through that gorgeous hair and my other hand was rubbing up and down his chest and over his nipples. He was starting to get the idea of what this kissing was about. He wrapped his hand around behind my head and started brushing the hairs at the nape of my neck. His other hand was starting to jack me off. The ice cream was lying against a pillow and if it melted so big fucking deal, this was more important. I had my boy with me and he had me. I ran my hand down his back side and pulled his little butt into me, and by putting my hand underneath a little I lifted him and kept pulling him toward me. Finally I had him sitting in my lap. He still had room to continue jacking me but we were close enough to continue the kiss without having to lean across the bed. I slowly ran my fingers up his back and down again, lingering in his crack as it led to his sphincter. I caressed him down there and over his chest, rubbing the nipples while I stroked his right butt cheek. As he was continuing to jerk my dick I was feeling the electricity building. I was enjoying this, and I wanted him to really enjoy doing me. Whatever he was comfortable with I wanted it from him. Slowly the friction of his hand on my cock head began to work the magic. I started moving my hands in sync with the energy in my body that he was creating. Marcus could feel the rhythm building and started to move more deliberately with this hand and he continued the long kiss. I mumbled to him, but he didn't let go of the kiss for me to warn him what was coming, or should I say cumming. I sucked in my breath, of course that was his breath in my mouth, and felt the increasing tension of the electricity running from my cock up my chest into my shoulders. I held that breath and pulled him into me and tried to crush him to me while I shot spurt after spurt of warm white cum all over his hand. He didn't stop his ministrations. As I was done, I pulled him a little harder so that he knew to stop. I was a little tender after that sensuous ejaculation. Marcus took his hand off my cock and raised it up. I took his hand and brought it to my lips and tasted my own cum. He pulled it back to his lips and cautiously licked at it also. His face told me this was his first time doing this and he wasn't sure what to expect. He kind of gave me a non-committal shrug. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't ice cream either. I guess it's an acquired taste. His was certainly great tasting to me. "Thanks, Marcus, that was so right. I couldn't have asked for anything more from you. In fact, this was more than I had hoped for." I kissed him with cum still on his lips and mine. I pushed my tongue back into his mouth and kissed him deeply again. ********************************************************************** Send comments to: adambrick@tomcup.com To support this and other stories by the author, join at http://www.tomcup.com. If you like this story, check out Tom Cup's "Calvin: A Coming of Age Story." Available at Barnes and Nobles Bookstores, Amazon.com, your local independent bookseller, or get a copy from Tom Cup.com. Tom Cup's "Of Our Teenage Years" is scheduled for publication and release in paperback in 2004. 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