Date: Sat, 05 Apr 2003 10:39:58 -0500 From: Tom Cup <tom_cup@hotmail.com> Subject: In Memory of Steve - Chapter 9, A/Y, interracial, incest 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 alternative 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. ************************************************************************ What's New at TomCup.com? 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"My god, you're beautiful," Steve whispered stepping forward to embrace me. The air was cool enough so that our body heat was tangible. "I love you," I said. "I know." I pressed myself into him. His hard cock told me of his desire for me. My cock was rigid, my skin tingled; my ass contracted. Skin against skin we rubbed against each other, enjoying the sensation. His lips came down onto mine. I opened my mouth. His tongue slid between my teeth and played in my mouth. His lips where big and fleshy against my tight, stretched mouth. I sucked on his tongue; he rounded it so that it felt like a stubby, rough, cock in my mouth. We moaned together. I broke the kiss and sat down on my sleeping bag, pulling Steve down on top of me. Steve's stomach pressed on my hardened cock. He stared into my eyes. His right hand caressed my cheek. I stared into his eyes, willing, longing, for him to take me. "What do you want to do baby," Steve asked. "Umm... let's do it with our mouths," I said. Steve repositioned himself at my cock. His cock slid up to my mouth. It was salty and fleshy hard. The warmth and wetness of his mouth made me gasp as he began to lick my cock. Pleasure overwhelmed my senses. My mind went blank. An automatic response overtook me and my mouth engulfed his cock, my hands pulled at his ass, I sucked him in fury. I pumped my hips. My cock slipped in and out of Steve's mouth, over the plump pleasantness of his lips. The stiff hardness of my cock swelled in his mouth. I moaned and released him. "Oh god Steve," I whispered hoarsely, "God, that feels good." "I want to get inside you," he said, releasing my cock before taking my balls into his mouth before I could answer. I didn't have to answer. He knew he could fuck me anytime he wanted. He circled his tongue around my balls, and rolled them in his mouth; his tongue separated, lapped, and gathered them at his pleasure. I became limp to his servitude. His wet saliva dropped from my balls to between the crack of my ass, tickling and teasing me to open myself to him. He lapped at his dripping and found my acidic, rosy, hole. I pushed my ass into his face. My reward was to feel his tongue slip into my ass. I sucked air into my lungs and ground my hole into his face. He ate at me hungrily. My cock raged and leaked. He ate my hole until my legs became rubber and, if I had the desire, I could not resist his desire. My legs were soon on his shoulders. I was exhausted by our lust and yet hungered to be filled by him. His lips covered mine. I could taste the pungent flavors of my salty ass on his lips. I licked at him until only his taste remained. His cock battered at my hole, slightly missing the mark. I waited, clawing at his back and chewing on his lips and tongue. And then I felt the head of his cock strike its mark. My hole expanded and his shaft forced its way into my body's waiting embrace. "Oh," I whined. "Am I hurting?" "No." "Do you want me to stop?" I shook my head violently. He was fucking me precisely the way I wanted to be fucked: hard, steady and deep. "What can I do for you baby?" he asked. "I... want... you to ... cum." "You want me to cum?" Steve laughed pumping me deeper. I nodded to the rhythm of his thrusts. My eyes where glazed but I could see the smirk on his face. My body rocked to the fucking he was giving me. I lay as a rag doll, open to his will. He pressed his chest against my thighs, forcing my legs higher into the air. I grabbed his butt cheeks for balance, he didn't need any help plowing deeper into my welcoming hole. His cock stretched the walls of my ass. My ass encircled his cock. My cock was beginning to pulsate. "I'm gonna cum," I cried, "I can't take it anymore." Steve's cock slid out of me and then pounded into me full force to the hilt. The feel of the long slide of his cock caused my breath to catch. My eyes and mouth opened wide. I orgasmed without cumming. Again he slid to almost out of me and then plunged into me to the hilt. My first orgasm vanished in the white hot flash of the second. I gasped as I gulped for air. Steve pounded me with abandoned determination. I held on, not able to scream, washed with one orgasm after another, each building in intensity. Steve's sweat rained on me as his cock swelled, and pumped, into me. My ass gave its orgasmic joy to my balls. My balls swelled and my cock pulsed. "Oh yeah!" Steve hissed. His thrust became erratic but remained deep, filling me with my long awaited final orgasm. My breath became panting. He continued to pump me as his cum added fuel to my climax. "Oh!" I belted. My muscles clamped. I threw my head back in surrender. All I could feel was Steve's cock pushing into me, further into me, wet and hard. My ass was on fire, my cock blazing. I gave myself to the feelings and felt the first spasm of climax. My cock jerked, my ass gripped Steve's cock. "Oh!" One shot of sperm leapt out of my body, hitting my belly. Steve rammed his cock hard into me. "Oh!" Another shot of sperm jetted from me and hit my chest. Steve ground his cock deeper into me. "Ah, ah, ah!" I panted as three more strings of sperm hit my belly. Steve released my legs and fell on top of me. My orgasm continued in small spasms, cum leaking from the head of my dick. ************ When I woke it was morning. I wiped the sleep out of my eyes to see Steve standing in front of me smiling. "Morning," he beamed, "guess I wore you out last night." "What time is it?" I mumbled. "9:30. I got most everything packed, breakfast is ready, we have to be getting back soon." I groaned. I didn't want to think about going home. I wanted to stay where we were and pretend that we were married; that we would be together forever. I pulled the sleeping bag over my head. Steven laughed. "Come on Mikey. We have to get going." "I'm staying here. I'm never going back." "Come on Mikey. Don't give me a hard time." I stayed in the protective cocoon of the sleeping bag until I felt Steve's weight descend upon me. His hands found my sides and he began tickling me. It wasn't fair. He didn't try to reason with me or argue or anything. He just tickled me until I cried and agreed to obey his order to get up and get dressed. ********** Life's worst event happens when we are at the pinnacle of happiness. It seemed to me that things were moving in Steve's and my favor. We had had a wonderful weekend together with the promise of more freedom to see each other, Mom and Dad seemed to have given up their quest to prove that something was wrong with our relationship and Angie, well, she was busy pretending to be a mom so as not to have to have sex with Steve. Anyway, the week following the camping trip gave us no indication that anything was wrong but the following Sunday, after church, we found ourselves in a family meeting. The same old questions were being asked but this time it was different. It didn't take long before Steve and I knew why they were so certain that we were having sex. "OK," Mom said, "if there is nothing going on then explain these." She threw two pair of my briefs on the floor. I didn't understand the significance of the gesture. But as the conversation went on, I realized that the itching that I had felt around my rectum after Steve and my last encounter had produced blood. Mom had seen it on my underwear. They had been waiting to introduce the evidence. "I fell when we were hiking," I offered. Mom and Dad looked angrily at me. Steve sat in stunned silence. Angie glared at him. I swore that the imagined fall was what caused the blood. Dad said that if that was the case then maybe I should have a medical examination to make sure I was all right. I insisted that I was all right and he insisted that I have the examination. I was terrified but stubbornly said I wasn't going to let any doctor examine me because it was embarrassing. "I'm your father," Dad said looking at Steve, "and if I say so, you will have this examination. Period. End of story." "I hate you!" I screamed as I ran to my bedroom and slammed the door. ************ The waiting has been hard, waiting to turn eighteen while pretending that I had no idea where Steve was. Steve agreed to grant Angie a divorce and full custody of his kids; he also agreed not to contact me. I wasn't supposed to know where he was but I stumbled on the divorce papers and the court ordered support order. Those two pieces of paper gave me the means of tracking him down. I didn't contact him though. I knew that if I did he could get in real trouble. I imagined that Mom had those old underwear tucked away somewhere waiting for Steve to show up so she could flash them at him and order him to do what she wanted; threatening to have them DNA tested or some shit. In the beginning, when I realized the information that my family held over us, I gave up. I sat in my room for days staring at the walls and weeping. I thought that my life was over. But somewhere deep in the night another thought came to me. Steve loved me. I loved Steve. He would wait for me. Somehow, someway, we would be together. I held onto that thought. That thought was what carried me through the lonely years. "Come in," Steve said to my knock on his low rent apartment door. My heart was pounding. I had thought of him so often, fantasized that he would remember and still love me, that I hadn't allowed the possibility that he had forgotten me to enter my mind. I opened the door slowly and peered in. Steve was sitting alone at the kitchen table. His back was towards me. He turned and looked over his shoulder. "Steve," I whispered. He smiled and nodded. "Happy birthday buddy," he said. I began to cry. He hadn't forgotten. ************************************************************************ Authors Note: Here ends this tale. Thanks to all that have followed this story and have written in with their comments. As always, your comments matter. A special thanks to Richard Dean, Peter Wiggins, and Adam Brick for their contiuning encouragement and aid. Thanks to CeeCee at the Paratwa Partnership for his continuing guidance. Thanks to David at Nifty for the forum to publish varied nomenclature of erotic writing. Last but not least, thanks to all the members of TomCup.com for making these writings possible. 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."