Date: Sun, 07 Oct 2001 18:51:29 -0400
From: Tom Cup <tom_cup@hotmail.com>
Subject: Kevin - Series Chapter 11

Kevin by Tom Cup

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Kevin
Chapter 11
By Tom Cup

We lay together just holding each other for a long time.  Antonio was
stroking my hair and arm while I ran my hand over his chest.  Every once in
a while he would moan and take a deep breathe.  He finally rolled on top of
me and we started kissing.  His mouth was so soft and he gently but hungrily
ate my tongue.  I spread my legs and could feel the warmth of his stomach
pressing on my hard cock, while his cock was pressing against my balls.

"Can I see it?" I asked.  He rolled off me and stripped beneath the covers,
tossing his shorts on the floor on the side of the bed.  "Your turn," he
said and I followed suit.  We folded the covers back and got our first looks
at one another's stiff cocks.  Antonio's was about six inches long with
black silk curls at the base.  I had just started to get hair over the pass
month and was only about four inches long.  Antonio turned to me and kissed
me. "So," he said, "What do you want to do?"

"I don't know," I replied, "What do you want to do?"

Antonio smiled and said, "You don't want to know what I want to do."

"Yeah, I do," I countered.

"You have a nice ass.  You know that?" he said.

I understood immediately what he was getting at.  "I've never done that
before," I said nervously, "I mean, I play with myself down there sometimes
but, won't it hurt?"

"Not if we go really slow and stop if it gets to bad," he stated.

I agreed and he grabbed his robe, slipping down to his room for the Vaseline
he had there.  When he returned, he had a really serious look on his face.
I was still unsure about what we were about to do but Antonio said that I
could do it to him first. I remembered when Tony had fingered and sucked me,
and how wonderful it had felt.  I told him it was OK; he could go first but
I wanted him to do what Tony had done to me first; to get me warmed up.  He
immediately took position and I felt his warm, soft lips engulf my cock.  He
put some Vaseline on his finger and slid it into my ass. I relaxed and began
pumping my hips; forcing my cock into his mouth and my ass on to his probing
finger.  It felt so good that I almost came. But he stopped and asked me if
I was ready.  I nodded and he removed his finger and lifted my legs.  I
watched as he put more Vaseline on his middle finger and slipped it back in
my ass.  I moaned. He then started putting some on his cock.  He told me to
relax and began pushing his cock into my hole.

It hurt like hell the first time he tried to enter me and I begged him to
pull out.  I waited until the burning sensation left and then told him he
could try again.  This time, it didn't hurt at first, and he was able to get
about half way in, before the pain started again.  He stopped but didn't
pull out, and soon, the pain began to disappear.  "I'm ready," I told him
and he began moving slowly in and out of me; getting more of himself in me
with each thrust.  "I'm in," he said at last, "How does it feel?" I could
feel his cock forcing my ass open; I could feel his balls resting between my
ass cheeks; his breath was hot on my face; it felt wonderful. "OK," he said,
"I'm going to start moving now."

If I had loved being fingered, I was lost in pleasure as he pumped me.  I
don't know if it was the feelings he was giving me, or the pleasure he was
getting from fucking me, but I loved every moment of it.  He pumped and
ground his cock into me as I closed my eyes; lost in wave after wave of
ecstasy; tossing my head left, then right, to each new flash of pleasure;
yielding to his desire.  I opened my eyes when I heard my moan loudly and he
bent forward devouring me with his kiss as he forced his pulsating member
deep in me.  I felt his body start to shake as his cock inflated within me
and it began pumping hot passion into my newly christened ass.

He collapsed on top of me and his cock popped out of my ass.  "Oh, god," he
moaned, "You OK?"

"That was great," I told him.

"Give me a minute," he said still panting, "and you can try."

My cock was so hard and I was ready to cum.  I stroked myself slowly as I
waited for Antonio to recover.  He finally rolled on to his stomach and told
me it was my turn.  He lubed his ass while I greased my cock; then I climbed
on top of him and he spread his legs.  I really didn't know what to do so
Antonio reached back and grab my cock bringing it to the entrance of his
ass.  I pushed in and then gasped as the new feeling of being inside his hot
tight chamber rushed through my body. "Mmmmm...." Antonio moaned, "Been so
long."  I began to pump him slowly knowing I wouldn't last long but Antonio
whispered, "You don't have to go slow.  I really like it."  So, I let go and
pumped him as fast and furious as I could, exploding inside of him within a
matter of minutes.

We laid together talking and kissing.  I felt like I was in a dream.  He was
just so beautiful to me.  I lay awake even after Antonio drifted off to
sleep; I just watched him, sometimes lightly brushing his cheek...  I didn't
know if I could be any happier.

I heard the knock on the door and a moment of panic raced through my body
when I realized that the sun was up; but Antonio was already gone.  I looked
quickly at the clock on my bed stand and realized it was well after noon.
"Come in," I answered.  It was Antonio.  "You gonna sleep all day?"  He
teased.  I motioned him in and he entered closing the door behind him.  I
jumped out of bed, still naked from our love making, and ran into his
embrace.  We kissed and he slapped my ass saying, "You better get dressed.
Mom and Uncle Tony are wondering about you.  I told them we stayed up late
watching movies.  Anyway, there's some big surprise they're itching to
spring on you so hurry up."  I told him I'd be down after I showered and he
turned to leave.

"Antonio," I said and he turned toward me, "Last night was great."

He smiled and said, "Will you please go and get some clothes on? You're
giving me a boner."

Lunch had already been served when I arrived in the dining room.  I went
over and kissed Marie, and then Tony on the cheek; sticking my tongue out at
Antonio.  Tony and Marie laughed but Antonio looked sheepishly at me and
muttered "Brat." But his eyes were full of love. I smiled and sat down.
They insisted that I eat before they would tell me anything; so I ate as the
rest of them talked.

Marie asked what we were up so late watching.  I replied, "I really don't
think it's proper talk for the table."

"Antonio?" Marie posed cocking her head.

Antonio looked from Tony to Marie who were both now staring at him. His
mouth dropped open as he tried to figure out what to say.  "Antonio showed
me how to find the porno channels," I laughed, "They were great!"

"Antonio!"  Marie said in shock.

"I did not!"  Antonio said regaining his composure, "He found them and
showed them to me!"

We both laughed and told them we were just joking.  I finally told them we
were just watching old sci-fi movies and then asked, "Are there porn
channels?"

"That will be enough, Kevin," Marie said putting her foot down, "This most
certainly is not talk for the table!"  Even Tony had to laugh which did not
please Marie.

"Sorry," I said, "I was just teasing."

"I have half a mind not to tell you what we have in store for you," she
scolded.

In the end, I apologized and begged until she forgave me and returned to her
usual bright, charming self.  We retired to the library where they told me
that for my thirteenth birthday they had arranged a party for me.  It was
funny. I couldn't even remember the last time anyone had done anything for
my birthday.  I told them it was not a big deal and they really didn't have
to do anything.

"Are you crazy?" said Antonio, "Mom throws the best parties!"

"And it is a big deal to us," Tony added, "It will be a kind of coming out
party.  A chance to introduce you to members of the family's circle."

"But I don't know anybody," I complained, "Everyone I care about is right
here.  I don't need a party."

"The party won't be just for you, little one," Marie explained, "As Tony
mentioned, we wish to introduce you to your social circle. But we also
thought, if you approve, that we would contact social welfare and invite
some of the abandoned kids from this area.  Give them a day away from their
troubles."

I nodded. "I wish we could do more," I said really to myself; imagining,
when it was time to go back to their foster and group homes, how those kids
would feel.

"What do you mean?"  asked Tony.

"Oh," I said, "I don't know. It's just that they'll come here and have a
good time but then have to go back.  Nothing will have really changed, is
all.  When they turn eighteen, it'll be, `Been great. So long.  Hope you can
make it on your own.'"

"Hmmm..." Tony said, "I see your point.  What if we used this occasion to
started a foundation so that there would be help waiting for them when they
had to move out on their own?  We could make it a benefit auction and
birthday party.  The proceeds would go to the Bolognia Foundation for
Abandoned Children.  Then any that wanted to go to college and didn't have
the family support or finances to do so would get a grant from the funds we
raise.  Those that needed help setting up an apartment could get a grant
also."

I looked at him; stunned. "Can we do that?"  I asked.

"I'll donate some pieces from my private collection," said Tony.

"Me too," said Antonio.

"Well," said Marie, "I guess it's settled then.  Of course, you may count on
my support."

I frowned.  "What is it, little one," Marie asked, "It's an absolutely
wonderful idea."

"Yeah," I said, "But I have nothing to give."

Antonio laughed. "You are such a cod," he said, "We each get to pick five
pieces for our own collection each year for our birthday."

I looked around at each of them in amazement.  Tony nodded.  "What you do
with them is up to you," he said.

The day of my birthday was nothing short of fantastic!  Tony and Marie had a
small circus tent put out back.  There were games, rides, a magic show, and
a clown giving out balloons.  The staff set up an outdoor buffet with:  hot
dogs and hamburgers for the kids and a Prime Rib craving station for the
adults with all the trimmings.  I pick out three paintings and two statues
that I really liked for my birthday.  Two of the paints were of the
religious type; some saint preaching to save the souls of those listening
but the third was of some fool who had fallen asleep in a lion's den, not
noticing the lion in a dark passage waiting.  I really like it but decided
to give it to the auction.  Marie said it was an excellent choice and would
bring a fine price.

I had never met so many people in all of my life.  I stood at the entrance
greeting each one and thanking them for coming. Marie said she was really
proud of the way I handled myself.  A few of the men kissed Tony on both
sides of his cheeks and then me; slipping envelops into my inner jacket
pockets.  I went to look but Tony place his hand on my shoulder and bending
down told me it would be rude.  He told me that the most I should do was to
hand them to William.  He would keep them save for me.

I watched as the people wandered through the gallery, surveying the art that
was to be auctioned.  One of the men that had slipped an enveloped in my
pocket stopped at the painting I had donated.  Tony went over to him and
they chatted.  He looked past Tony at me and nodded with a smile. Once the
auction began, William whispered that I was wanted in the library.  Tony,
Marie, Antonio and Judge Millstone were there.

"I have some papers here for you," Judge Millstone said.

"What are they," I asked.

"Adoption papers," Marie answered as if it was no big deal.

"What!"  I screamed and they all laughed and started singing `Happy
Birthday.'

I was shaking and tears were running down my face as I read the papers.
Marie and Tony had both signed.  I had a mom and a dad.  Antonio came over
and said, "Happy birthday, little brother," and I held on to him and cried.

"We have another present for you," I heard Tony say.

I wiped my face and asked what it was.  He called William saying, "It's
time."

"Very good sir," came the response.

A few moments later William opened the library door and in walked my
brothers and sisters.  I had to sit down.  I just cried saying over and
over, "Thank you.  Thank you so much."  They just acted like it was all so
normal; like I should have known they would do this.  But how the hell could
I have ever guessed they would do something I this.  Marie said, "You're
quite welcome, little one," like they had given me a new tie or something.
Tony looked me in the eyes and said, "There's nothing like family."  Then
they left so my brothers and sisters and I could have some time alone.

My siblings kept clamoring about their rooms, new clothes and all the stuff
that they got.  I found out that they had been in the house for two whole
days.  While Tony and Antonio had kept me busy with the party preparations,
James had picked them up and slipped them in the house.  They were in the
west wing, each in his or her own room.

Donna and Marcy said that Marie had been fussing over them and dressing them
in this or that the whole time.  I knew what they meant. They said that Tony
was so nice to them.  He had made sure they all had their own television
sets, of course, and computer games to boot.

"You're so lucky," Donna said, "Is it true?  Did they adopt you?"

I showed them the papers and we all just huddle around looking at them.  I
read them to them; getting choked again as I realized I had a mom and dad.
I took them out back so that they could enjoy the celebration with the rest
of the kids.  It was so good to see them having fun:  running, and laughing,
all the things we were never allowed to do at home.  Tony came up behind me
and put his arm around my shoulder.  I turned and hugged him.

"I love you," I said.

"I love you too," he countered and then leaned down and whispered, "I got
another present for you, if you still want it."

I looked up at him and smiled nodding. And he said, "Tonight."

I walked through the crowd of cheering and laughing kids happier than I had
ever been until I saw Richy.  He was sitting by himself and it looked like
he had been crying. I went over and sat beside him.  He told me that he
hated the foster home he was in.  The girls got placed together and so did
the two younger boys but he was placed by himself.  He said his foster
parents were good to him but he missed the rest of us. I thought it would be
good to spend some time with him; so we walked down the path to the docks.
We didn't really say much but I could tell that just being together was what
he wanted.

We got to the docks and sat on the bench talking; about nothing in
particular.  I told him a lot about my new life and he seemed excited for
me.  I promised that we would see each other again.  "Besides," I said, "You
don't think they got those rooms ready and bought all those clothes for
nothing.  You'll get to come back.  I know you will."

Richy asked about the boathouse and wanted to see the boats so we walk over,
and I showed them to him.  He asked if we could take one out but I told him
that I wasn't allowed to go out on the water by myself, but that Antonio
would take us if we asked him.  He got all excited about that and raced to
the door.  I ran behind him and got to the door just as he stepped outside.
He stood frozen and looked as if he was about to cry.  I asked him what was
the matter as I stepped outside, and then I saw him too, only for a brief
second as his fist slammed into my face, and everything went dark.  It was
Chuck.

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